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Leader to Leader

Chapter I: Let’s Hang Out?

ㅤꨄ︎ synopsis: you’re a member sm’s first global girl group and karina invites you to her dorm to get to know you better!

ㅤꨄ︎ tags: smut (18+), wlw, idol x idol, karina x female reader, scissoring, boobs, shy reader, tipsy!karina, foreign reader

ㅤꨄ︎ word count: 8k+

Technically, this wasn’t your first time meeting Karina. You’d known her for a while. Not well, obviously, and not in any real way. But enough to know she was sweet, helpful when she wanted to be, and a little distant in that polished senior-idol way, like she knew how to make people comfortable without actually letting them get close.

You’d seen her a few times back when you were still a trainee, usually in passing. Hallways, practice rooms, the company cafeteria, company elevators where everyone stood too straight and pretended not to stare at anyone more famous than them. She was already huge by then, the kind of person people whispered about after she walked by, and it was shocking how much prettier she was in person.

On camera, she was beautiful in the way idols were supposed to be beautiful. Perfect lighting, practiced angles that seemed effortless, elite styling. In person, the perfection didn’t feel edited anymore. She was just there, breathing, smiling, expecting you to introduce yourself like a normal person. She was taller than you expected, softer in some places, sharper in others. The kind of pretty that made you almost forget to even bow.

So when your company told you you’d be filming a TikTok challenge with her for your debut song, you tried to be casual and professional about it, as professional as you could be at least.

You didn’t fail, not outwardly, hopefully. You weren’t that bad. You bowed when you were supposed to bow, smiled when you were supposed to smile, introduced yourself without your voice cracking, which felt like a win on its own. But inside, you were embarrassingly aware of everything. Your manager standing off to the side. The staff checking the lighting. Your own members trying to act normal even though they knew exactly how big of a deal this was.

And then Karina walked in like this was just another schedule. Like she wasn’t THE Karina that you spent hours of your time watching as a trainee and told yourself, yeah, okay, that’s what an idol is supposed to look like.

The choreography for your song wasn’t easy either. It had too many sharp little transitions, the kind that looked simple until you actually tried to do them and realized your body had to hit five different accents in two seconds. You thought you’d have to walk her through it a few times, maybe slow it down, maybe mark it once or twice before filming.

She needed one walk-through, then she did it almost perfectly.

You stood there trying not to look too impressed, mostly because you didn’t want to seem like a rookie who got starstruck over basic professionalism. But she caught the details so fast, smiling like it was nothing, like she wasn’t casually eating up choreography you had spent weeks drilling until your knees hurt.

And maybe you would’ve survived if it had only been that, but then she kept touching you.

Not in a weird way though, and that was a part of it. Nothing she did was bold enough for you to react to, hand on your waist when you reset positions., her fingers brushing your arm when she asked where to stand, a quick hug after the first take, then another after the second. Then her leaning into you to check the video on the staff’s phone, close enough that you could smell her shampoo and whatever expensive perfume she had on.

You knew how idol stuff worked. You’d been trained on it. Skinship, fanservice, looking close even when you barely knew each other. Fans had to think you were either best friends, secretly dating, or one wrong move away from kissing on camera. That was normal.

Maybe it was because you were foreign and that was the part you were missing. You were in a global group, and people always had weird little assumptions about what that meant. Maybe she thought you were more casual about touching, or less strict about personal space, or maybe she just thought foreign girls were naturally more comfortable with that kind of thing. You kept trying to make it make sense that way, because the alternative was admitting she was touching you on purpose, and that felt unrealistic. Like actually delusional. She was a senior idol, and not just any senior idol, but the visual and leader of the biggest group of her generation. You were barely out of debut promotions. There was no reason for your brain to be acting like this was a sign.

But this felt different.

There were no cameras or staff filming when she hugged you the last time. No reason for her hand to stay resting at your lower back while she told you you did well, and no reason for her to smile at you like that, soft and amused, like she could tell you were trying very hard to keep your eyes where they belonged.

Most idols had nice bodies. That wasn’t new. Everyone was pretty and everyone was toned, plus they all knew their angles. But Karina was different in a way that made it hard to think around her. Her waist was so small under your hand when you were fixing the formation. Her hips curved, her thighs looked soft and full every time she bent slightly to watch the playback, and her chest in that fitted top was becoming a real threat to your ability to remember that you had literally debuted, like, five minutes ago and needed to act accordingly.

So you kept telling yourself maybe she was just like this. Maybe she was touchy with everyone! That this was senior-idol kindness and you were reading too much into it because you had admired her for too long. Perhaps she hugged everyone a little too warmly and looked at everyone with that same calm, unreadable expression.

Then filming ended.

Your manager got pulled into a conversation with one of the staff, and everyone started moving around you, cleaning up, checking schedules, packing equipment. You thought that was it, and that you’d thank her one more time, bow a little too deeply, go back to your dorm, and spend the rest of the night pretending you hadn’t just been weirdly aware of her the entire time… but Karina stayed beside you.

She watched the final take on someone’s phone, then looked over at you with this tiny smile.

“You did good,” she said.

You laughed because you didn’t know what else to do. “You learned it faster than me.”

“That’s not true.”

“No, I’m serious, it is,” you said, way too quickly. Then, because apparently you wanted to make it more embarrassing, you added, “I mean, you’re obviously really good. I just mean, like, the details. You got them really fast.”

She smiled wider, like she liked that you were rambling. Then she glanced toward the door, casual. Too casual.

“Our dorm is close,” she said. “The members ordered food. You should come.”

You blinked.

That was normal… right? Senior idols invited juniors places sometimes, groups hung out, people networked, ate chicken, talked about schedules, complained about music shows, normal idol stuff. Still, your brain immediately acted like she had asked you to do algebraic topology.

“To your… dorm?” you asked, because apparently you needed to repeat it out loud like you didn’t understand basic words.

She tilted her head. “Yes… Is that strange?”

No. Maybe? Extremely. You had no idea.

Her hand touched your arm again, light and quick, like it meant nothing.

“You’re busy?”

You should’ve said yes, or at least looked at your manager first. That would’ve been the normal rookie thing to do, probably? Check the schedule, ask permission and pretend you were someone with professional instincts and not someone whose brain had completely emptied the second she invited you anywhere.

But she was looking at you, waiting, close enough that you could see the little smile she was trying not to show.

So of course you said, “No, I can come.”

The car ride made you feel even more confused, and not because anything happened, but because nothing happened.

Karina was completely normal. She slid into the backseat beside you, thanked the driver, then immediately pulled out her phone like this was just a regular schedule. No weird smile, lingering touch, hand on your leg, nothing. She asked if you were cold, then started replying to messages on her phone like she hadn’t just invited you to her dorm and given you permanent anxiety and a racing heart for the past five minutes.

You sat beside her with your hands folded in your lap like you were on your way to a job interview.

The city moved past the tinted windows, all headlights and convenience stores and people walking around like you weren’t currently losing your mind in the backseat. Karina texted someone, smiled at her screen, then turned it slightly toward you.

“Yeah so the members are really hungry,” she said with a giggle.

“Oh,” you said cracking a nervous smile, because apparently that was all you had.

She laughed a little, but not in a flirty way. Just normal and casual, like you really were just going to eat with her members. Which, to be fair, was exactly what she said you were doing.

Maybe that was it and you had made the whole thing weird in your head because you were nervous and foreign and still new enough to overthink every interaction with a senior. Maybe she was just being nice, and she invited rookies over all the time. Maybe this was a normal industry thing, and you were sitting there acting like she had personally asked you to run away with her because you were neurotic and didn’t know how to behave around hot girls, apparently.

Karina leaned back against the seat, relaxed, one leg crossed over the other as she scrolled through her phone. The soft light from the screen moved across her face, and she looked so calm that you felt like you needed to get yourself together by force.

So you tried.

Inhale. Exhale.

This was fine. You were going to her dorm. Her members would be there. There would be food. You would eat, laugh politely, maybe get teased a little for being shy, then go home.

Right?

She didn’t even look at you for half the ride. By the time the car pulled up, you had almost convinced yourself you were being insane.

Then you got inside.

Their dorm was different. Like, way different. It basically wasn’t a dorm at all, at least not the kind your group lived in. Your dorm was five girls and a manager crammed into a tiny two-bedroom, one-bathroom apartment where someone was always drying their hair, boiling ramen, or yelling because they couldn’t find their charger. The living room barely had enough space for everyone’s suitcases, and if two people opened their closet doors at the same time, someone was probably getting hit. This was not that. This was what money and success did.

Technically, it was an apartment, but it didn’t look like one on the inside. It looked like the kind of place people filmed house tours in. Two bedrooms, just her and Winter, with this massive open living space and a kitchen that looked like nobody had ever dared to spill anything in it. High ceilings, marble floors, huge windows, soft lighting, furniture that probably cost more than your group’s entire years rent combined,

And this is just where you guys stay for promotions? you thought.

You must have been quiet for too long, because Karina glanced back at you from where she was taking off her shoes.

“Are you surprised?” she asked.

Her voice cut through your thoughts so suddenly you looked up like you’d been caught doing something wrong.

“No,” you said way too fast.

She stared at you.

You stared back.

Then she smiled, slow and knowing, like she had absolutely read your mind and was giving you one chance to stop lying before she made it worse.

“You are,” she said.

You looked away, pretending to care a lot about lining your shoes up neatly by the door. “I mean, it’s nice.”

“Nice?” she repeated, amused.

“It’s really nice.”

She laughed under her breath and stepped closer, not enough to touch you, but enough that you remembered she was there. That she had brought you here. That this was her space, her place, her world, and you were standing in it trying not to look overwhelmed.

“It is just for promotions,” she said.

“Right,” you said. Just for promotions.

You followed her into the living room, trying to act like you weren’t mentally comparing every inch of it to your dorm back home. The smell of food was already in the air, something fried and spicy and expensive enough that you could tell it was not from the place your manager always ordered from when everyone was too tired to cook.

Somewhere deeper in the apartment, you heard voices. Laughter. One of the members calling something out in Korean, and Karina answered easily, slipping back into normal senior-idol leader mode so fast it made your head spin.

See? You really were just here to eat with her members.

Your face heated as the embarrassment settled in. Did you really just make up an entire situation in your head? Did you really sit in that car acting like you were about to be alone with her or something? You had practically turned the whole interaction into the intro of a smut fic in your mind, and now you were standing in her expensive promotion dorm with your shoes lined up too neatly by the door, realizing she probably just thought you were nice. Maybe even cute in the way rookies were cute, which was humiliating in a completely different way.

Then Karina turned back to you, holding your gaze for half a second too long before smiling like she hadn’t done anything.

“Come,” she said. “Don’t be nervous.”

And honestly, at that point, you were more embarrassed than nervous, hoping no one in the room secretly had mind-reading powers and could tell exactly what you’d been thinking about as you walked through the front door.

The living room did not help.

Too nice, big, clean, and too much space for people who were supposedly just “staying here for promotions.” The food was already set out on the counter in takeout containers that looked more expensive than anything your company had ever ordered for you. Fried chicken, spicy squid, tteokbokki, noodles, some kind of salad nobody was going to touch, and way too many side dishes for the amount of people in the room.

The members were all scattered around the living room, already comfortable. Giselle was curled up on the couch with her knees pulled to her chest, scrolling on her phone. Ningning was sitting on the floor, mixing soju and beer like the girls didn’t have schedules tomorrow. Winter was at the counter, picking at the food with chopsticks and talking to someone on speakerphone in a voice so casual it made you feel like you had walked into a private world by accident.

Karina introduced you like it was nothing.

“She came after the TikTok challenge,” she said, like that explained everything.

Everyone greeted you warmly, they were nice. No one looked at you like you were intruding or one acted like it was strange that Karina had brought a rookie from another group back to their dorm after filming. One of them even handed you a drink and told you to sit wherever.

So you sat. Very carefully. On the edge of the couch, like the furniture belonged to a museum.

Karina sat beside you, close but not too close. She accepted a drink from one of the members, took a sip, and finally picked up a piece of chicken.

This really was just a dinner, you thought. You were going to drink a little, laugh at the right moments, and go home with your dignity mostly intact. Except you didn’t really eat. Neither did she. Every time someone passed food your way, you took it, thanked them, and then held it like you had plans for it. Karina kept saying she would eat in a second, kept picking up chopsticks and putting them down again, kept sipping from her glass instead.

At first, you thought maybe she was tired. Then you noticed she was watching you. A glance over the rim of her glass. A smile when someone said something you didn’t fully understand. Her knee brushing yours once under the low table, so light you almost convinced yourself it didn’t happen.

The alcohol made everything warmer. Not enough to make you drunk, just enough to loosen the room around the edges. The members were laughing louder now, switching between Korean and English whenever they remembered you were there. You laughed too, even when you were half a second late because you were mostly watching Karina’s hand around her glass and wondering why that had to be interesting to you.

At some point, Ningning teased Karina about not eating.

“I will,” she said.

“Why not now?”

“I’m talking.”

“You’re drinking.”

Karina just smiled and took another sip, which made everyone laugh. You laughed too, because everyone else did, and because she looked pleased with herself in a way that made your stomach feel weird.

Then she turned to you.

“Do you want to see my room?”

The conversation kept going around you like she had asked the most normal question in the world.

You blinked at her. “Your room?”

She nodded, calm as anything. “You’re curious, right?”

“No,” you said, too fast.

She smiled. “You looked at everything though.”

“I was not looking at everything.”

“You were.”

“I was just… observing.”

“Observing,” she repeated, like she was testing the word in her mouth. You hated that she made it sound cute.

Winter barely looked up from her phone. “Show her. She keeps it clean only when people visit.”

Karina rolled her eyes, but she was smiling when she stood. “Come.”

And that was how you ended up following her down the hall with your drink still in your hand and your heart acting like you had agreed to something much more serious than looking at a bedroom.

Her room was exactly what you expected and somehow not at all what you expected. It was clean, obviously, but not empty or cold. There were clothes folded over a chair, a few beauty products scattered on the vanity, PR boxes, a hoodie tossed at the end of the bed like she’d taken it off and forgot about it. A suitcase sat open near the closet, half-unpacked. The bed was huge, the lighting soft, the windows showing the city below like even the view knew it was expensive. It made her feel more real again. Not like Karina from the stage or K the senior idol everyone whispered about. Just Karina, standing barefoot in her own room, holding a drink, watching you take everything in.

“Still not surprised?” she asked.

You looked at the bed, then the vanity, then anywhere that wasn’t her. “It’s nice.”

She laughed. “Again with nice.”

“I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“The truth.”

You glanced at her and immediately regretted it, because she was closer than you thought. Not touching you, but close enough that the room suddenly felt smaller.

“Okay, well the truth is, my dorm is embarrassing compared to this,” you said.

She smiled, but softer this time. “You just debuted.”

“I know, but still.”

“It gets better.”

The way she said it was simple. Not bragging or teasing. Just honest enough that you relaxed a little.

From the living room, you heard Winter laugh, then say something into her phone that made the others start teasing her.

Karina glanced toward the door but didn’t move at first.

You stayed where you were, pretending very hard not to feel awkward standing alone in her room.

A few seconds later, Winter called Karina’s name.

Karina opened the bedroom door halfway. “What?”

The conversation was fast, mostly Korean, but you caught enough. Winter’s boyfriend was downstairs. She was leaving first. Someone made a kissing noise, someone else told her to shut up, and then there was a small burst of laughter before the front door opened and closed.

Karina shut the bedroom door again, but not all the way.

“She’s leaving?” you asked, mostly because silence felt insane.

“Yes,” Karina said. “Her boyfriend came.”

“Oh.”

Karina leaned back against the vanity, taking another slow sip from her glass like none of this was strange. You looked at the floor. Then the bed. Then immediately back at the floor because no, actually, the bed was not a safe place to look.

A few minutes passed like that. Not quiet exactly, but weirdly suspended. You could still hear Giselle and Ningning in the living room, talking over each other, gathering things, opening cabinets, laughing at something on someone’s phone. It made the whole thing feel less dangerous for a second.

Then Giselle called out again.

This time Karina did go to the door, opening it just enough to answer.

More fast Korean. More movement. You caught “other dorm,” “early schedule,” and Ningning complaining that she was tired. Someone asked if Karina was coming so she didn’t have to sleep alone, Karina said something short and casual, and your stomach flipped even though you didn’t fully understand it.

Giselle appeared in the doorway for half a second, eyes flicking from Karina to you.

“Have fun,” she said in English, way too cheerfully.

Your soul almost left your body.

Karina just rolled her eyes. “Go.”

Giselle laughed and disappeared down the hall.

After that, the apartment thinned out slowly, bags being picked up, slippers dragging across the floor, someone reminding someone else to take their charger, Ningning yelling goodbye from the entryway. The front door opened once, stayed open while they argued about something stupid, then finally shut.

And then it was quiet, actually quiet.

Karina closed her bedroom door the rest of the way and looked back at you.

“They’re gone?” you asked, even though that was obvious.

“Yes.”

“Oh.”

She tilted her head. “You want to go too?”

That should’ve been an easy question. You should’ve said yes, or maybe not yes exactly, but something sensible that acknowledged you had already been invited over, already drank with them, already followed her into her room, and maybe that was enough bonding for one night. But she was standing there waiting, and the apartment outside her room was getting quieter by the second.

“I don’t know,” you said.

Which was not a good answer.

She set her glass down on the vanity, then walked over and carefully took yours from your hand too, like she was making sure there was nothing left for you to hide behind.

“You’re nervous again,” she said.

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

“I’m literally fine.”

“You keep saying that.”

“Because I am.”

She smiled a little. “Liar.”

Your face got hot. “You keep saying stuff like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you know me.”

Her smile faded just slightly, not in a bad way. More like she was interested now. Like you had finally found a personality and said something that wasn’t just polite panic.

“I know you are nervous,” she said. “I know you think too much.”

“Well, that’s not knowing me. That’s just obvious.”

She laughed under her breath and stepped closer. “And I know you don’t want to leave.”

You looked at her, and there was no way to make your face normal fast enough. Not with her this close and with her room this quiet.

“You don’t know that,” you said, but even you didn’t believe it.

Karina’s eyes dropped to your mouth and back so quickly you could’ve imagined it if you weren’t already losing your mind.

“No?”

You swallowed. “No.”

She smiled like you had walked directly into something.

“Then leave,” she said.

For a second, you actually forgot how to move. The door was right there. Not locked and not blocked. You could leave. This was the perfect chance to prove you were not delusional and not the kind of person who made up romantic tension in her head just because a pretty senior idol was nice to her.

But you didn’t move.

Karina waited, letting the silence speak for itself.

Then the front door opened again, stayed open for a few seconds while someone complained about forgetting their charger, and finally clicked shut.

Then the apartment went quiet, actually quiet.

Your heart was beating so hard you could feel it in your throat.

Karina stepped closer, and this time she did touch you, just two fingers under your chin, tilting your face toward her.

“You can go,” she said, softer now.

“I know.”

“You want to?”

“No,” you said softly.

For a second, neither of you moved.

Then Karina kissed you, slowly, like she had all the time in the world to see if you’d pull away. Like she wanted to make sure you were really there with her and not just panicking your way into something you’d regret.

You didn’t pull away. You kissed her back so fast it was embarrassing.

She made this small pleased sound against your mouth, and that was when your brain finally gave up on pretending. Your hands moved before you could overthink them, catching lightly at her waist, then stopping there like you were still trying to be respectful even though you were literally kissing her in her bedroom.

Karina seemed to find that funny.

She pulled back just enough to look at you. “You can touch me.”

Your face went hot immediately. “I know that.”

“Do you?”

“Stop.”

She smiled and kissed you again, deeper this time, and you forgot whatever argument you were about to make. She backed you up slowly until your legs hit the edge of her bed, and you made a noise into the kiss that you were honestly glad no one else was around to hear.

Then you sat because there was nowhere else to go, and suddenly she was standing between your knees, looking down at you.

“You’re really shy,” she said.

“I’m not shy.”

“You are.”

“I’m new.”

“Is that different?”

“Yes.”

She seemed to consider that, then nodded like she was accepting your terrible excuse. “Okay. New.”

Then she climbed onto the bed and over your lap, one knee sinking into the mattress beside your thigh, then the other, until she was above you and your hands had nowhere to go besides on her.

You froze.

K looked down at you, amused but softer than before.

“Still nervous?”

You exhaled, shaky and annoyed at yourself.

That made her laugh, not meanly, but like she liked it.

“It’s okay,” she said.

Then she leaned down and kissed you again, and this time there was nothing careful about the way you kissed back. Your hands finally settled at her waist, then a little firmer, like your body had decided to be braver than the rest of you. She shifted closer, her weight warm over you, knees pressed into the mattress on either side of your hips, mouth moving against yours.

The kiss got heavy fast, messy in a way that made your stomach flip because this was not the practiced kind of fanservice intimacy idols did for cameras. No cute angles or staff laughing behind the monitor. Just her bedroom, the apartment going quiet outside, and Karina kissing you like she had been waiting for everyone to leave.

Her hands slid into your hair first, then down the sides of your neck, thumbs brushing under your jaw while she tilted your face exactly where she wanted it. She seemed so calm compared to you, not unaffected, but focused. Like she was enjoying the fact that you were still catching up.

You were trying not to touch too much, which was ridiculous at this point. Your hands hovered at her waist, then settled there carefully, feeling the smooth, stiff fabric of her dress under your palms. Pink and metallic, tight enough that it looked poured onto her, catching the soft bedroom light every time she moved. It had been made for a music show stage, not for your shaking hands or the way her hips shifted over yours, slow and testing, making the fabric whisper against your own dress.

Yours was blue and yellow, sporty in that bright, debut-stage kind of way, with little details that probably looked cute under studio lights and felt stupidly fragile now that K’s knees were bracketing your thighs.

Her mouth moved to the corner of yours, then your cheek, then your jaw. The first roll of her hips was barely anything, just enough pressure to make your breath catch.

Karina paused with her lips against your neck, and even without looking at her, you knew she was smiling. You could feel it, that tiny curve of her mouth against your skin, pleased and almost mean.

You gripped her waist tighter before you could stop yourself, and that seemed to be the permission she wanted.

The next grind was slower, more deliberate, her body pressing down into yours until your head fell back against the mattress. The dresses made it harder to think. The tight fabric, the heat trapped between you, the strange guilt of knowing both outfits had probably been styled, steamed, and approved by a whole team weeks ago, only for the two of you to end up like this.

Karina sat back suddenly, breathing a little harder now, and looked down at the space between you.

“Wait.”

That one word made your whole body go cold for half a second, but then she grabbed the hem of her dress and started pulling it up.

“Not this,” she said, almost annoyed.

You moved at the same time she did, both of you suddenly clumsy in a way that made the whole thing feel real again. She slid off your lap to stand, tugging carefully at the metallic fabric so it wouldn’t snag, while you sat up and reached behind yourself for the zipper on your own dress. Your fingers fumbled uselessly for a second. Too much adrenaline and too much Karina standing in front of you looking both impatient and way too pretty for your nervous system.

She noticed you struggling and stepped closer, and for once, she didn’t tease you. Her fingers brushed yours away, quick and gentle, and she found the zipper easily. The sound of it sliding down your back felt embarrassingly loud. Your dress loosened around your chest, and you held the front up on instinct even though the woman helping you out of it was literally the reason you were in this situation.

Karina’s eyes flicked down, then back to your face.

You peeled the dress off carefully, trying not to wrinkle it too badly, and laid it over the chair near her vanity. Karina did the same with hers, smoothing the pink metallic fabric once before letting it go. Even now, half-undressed and clearly losing patience, she had the nerve to be careful with the styling. You almost laughed, but then she turned around.

No dress, just Karina in her underwear, bare shoulders, soft skin, a few loose pieces of hair falling around her face. The room seemed to tilt a little.

She reached behind herself and unclasped her own bra like it was nothing. The straps slid down her arms, then the bra dropped onto the floor beside the bed. Your eyes went straight to her chest before you could even pretend otherwise, and Karina let you look and she watched your reaction like she wanted to memorize it.

Your mouth started to water.

Karina climbed back onto the bed, slower this time, and you leaned back on your elbows as she crawled over you. Her bare chest hovered above yours for a second before she lowered herself again, warm skin meeting yours, her body soft and heavy in the places you already couldn’t stop thinking about all day.

The kiss after that was different. Her mouth opened against yours, and one of her hands slid up your arm, guiding your wrist above your head. Then the other. She did it slowly enough that you could’ve stopped her. When your breath hitched, her grip loosened right away, her eyes searching your face. You didn’t pull away. Instead, you let your wrists rest under her hands.

Her expression shifted, just a little, and then she pinned them down again. Just enough to make the point. Her chest pressed against yours and your whole body reacted. The second your hands were trapped, Karina’s hips moved again, her underwear dragging against yours in a slow, firm roll that made your mouth fall open. Every movement got more confident. Less like testing, more like she knew exactly what angle made your thighs tense under her. The lace of her underwear brushed against the thin fabric of yours, friction building in a way that was almost unbearable because it wasn’t enough and somehow still too much. Your body kept trying to chase it. Tiny lifts of your hips, barely controlled. Karina felt every one.

Her hands tightened around your wrists and the pressure made your brain go quiet.

Karina was above you, topless, flushed, eyes darker than they had been all night, grinding into you like she liked watching you lose whatever control you had left.

Her breathing started to change. Her lips parted, shoulders dipped. Her pace stuttered once, just barely, when your hips pressed up at the same time hers rolled down. She wasn’t as calm as she wanted you to think, and the realization gave you enough nerve to test her back. You shifted under her, pressing up more deliberately, and Karina’s eyes fluttered for half a second before she caught herself.

The grip on your wrists tightened and you would’ve smiled if you weren’t so busy trying not to make an embarrassing sound.

She lowered her mouth to your neck, kissing just under your jaw, then down toward your collarbone. Each roll of her hips pushed her closer against you, warm and slick through the fabric, and the fact that there was still underwear between you started to feel like torture. Your wrists pulled once under her hands, not because you wanted her to stop, but because you needed to touch her.

Karina lifted her head and for a second, you thought she might let go, but she didn’t. Instead, she looked down at you, chest rising and falling, mouth swollen from kissing you. The smugness was still there, but thinner. Less controlled.

Then she ground down harder.

Your back arched before you could stop it.

That finally broke her a little.

Her eyes dropped to your body, to the way you were trapped under her, the way your thighs had spread without you noticing, how you were trying so hard to stay quiet and failing at the edges. She made this small sound, low and pleased, then leaned down until her lips brushed your ear.

“You’re cute like this,” she murmured.

It was barely any dialogue, barely even a sentence, but it landed straight between your legs. Your hips lifted again and the next few seconds blurred.

Her mouth was on yours again. Her chest pressed against yours. Wrists pinned above your head. Her hips moving faster now, less smooth and more needy, the mattress shifting under both of you. One of your knees bent, giving her a better angle, and Karina took it immediately, settling heavier against you until the pressure made your vision go strange at the edges. She dragged herself against you in this perfect, awful way that made you gasp, then her pace slowed suddenly, not stopping, just turning deeper. More deliberate. Her forehead dipped toward yours, and for a second the room got too quiet around the sound of both of you breathing.

She looked less amused now. Her eyes moved over your face like she was checking for something, and whatever she found there made her grip on your wrists loosen.

This time, when you pulled one hand free, she let you.

Your palm landed at her waist first, then slid up her side, over warm skin, feeling the way she shivered under your touch even though she tried very hard not to show it. You touched her chest carefully at first, still somehow afraid of being too much, and Karina’s eyes closed for half a second.

You touched her again, braver this time, and her hips stuttered.

Oh. So that was what she liked.

Karina opened her eyes, and the look she gave you said she knew exactly what had just happened. She knew you had figured something out and you were probably going to get annoying with it now.

Then she reached for your wrist again, pinned it back above your head, and rolled her hips down so slowly that whatever confidence you’d found disappeared straight out of your body.

Karina seemed to know it too, because the smile that crossed her face was small but way too pleased. She had you exactly where she wanted you, flat against her bed, one wrist pinned, your other hand still uselessly resting against her waist like you were pretending to have manners.

The thing was, she wasn’t fully composed anymore. Her breathing had gone uneven, and her mouth was swollen from yours. It made her look less untouchable. More like a real person who had dragged you into her room and gotten just as worked up as you had.

You let your free hand slide up her side again, slowly this time, just to feel the way her body reacted under your palm. Her hips faltered, barely, but enough. Enough for you to notice, and for your confidence to come crawling back in the worst possible way.

Karina lowered her head, kissing you hard before you could get too smug about it. Her mouth was warm and impatient, and the kiss got messy fast, both of you breathing through it badly. She rolled against you again, the thin fabric between your bodies slick enough now that the friction made your toes curl against the mattress.

It was actually ridiculous.

You could feel how wet she was. Not guessing, not imagining it and making up signs because you were a nervous rookie with a crush and no self-control. You could feel it every time she moved against you, hot and slick through the fabric, and she could probably feel you the same way because her breathing kept changing every time she dragged herself down at the right angle.

Karina pulled back, looking down between your bodies like she had finally gotten annoyed with the last thing separating you. Then her hand moved to the edge of her underwear.

For one second, your brain just stopped.

She shifted off you just enough to slide the fabric down her thighs. Your eyes followed the movement without your permission, and honestly, whatever subtlety you thought you had left? Completely gone. Karina stepped out of them and climbed back onto the bed like she knew exactly how badly you were staring.

Her fingers hooked under the waistband of yours and your whole body tensed. You wanted it so badly it made you feel like you might genuinely tear up. She paused there, eyes on your face, waiting, and you lifted your hips.

Karina pulled them down slowly at first, then tossed them somewhere near the edge of the bed without even looking. The room went weirdly quiet after that, except for both of you breathing and the low hum of the city outside her window. It should have felt awkward. Maybe it would have if you had more time to think.

But then she was over you again. Bare this time. Warm and wet. Your whole body reacted before your brain had even caught up.

Karina straddled one of your thighs first, trying to find the right position, her hands braced on either side of you as she shifted. It was clumsy for a second, which almost made you feel better. Like, okay, thank god, she was human. She wasn’t some flawless sex genius who knew exactly how to arrange two bodies on the first try.

Then she found the angle.

Your breath caught hard.

Karina froze for half a second too, eyes lowering, lips parting as both of you felt it at the same time. The contact was immediate, slick and intimate in a way that made your stomach drop. She adjusted again, slower, settling herself against you properly, and the first real grind sent a pulse of heat through your entire body.

Neither of you could form words.

Karina’s hips started moving, cautious at first, like she was testing how much pressure felt good. A few loose strands or hair slipped forward over her shoulder as she looked down, flushed and focused, one hand planted near you while the other slid to her own chest.

The second her fingers closed around her breast, you almost lost it.

She wasn’t even doing it for show at first. Her hand moved like she needed it, like the pressure of your body under hers wasn’t enough and she had to touch herself too. Her thumb brushed over her nipple, once, then again, and her hips rolled harder against you.

The sound that came from between you was obscene. Wet, slick, and too loud in the quiet room.

Your face burned, but Karina’s reaction told on her too. Her eyes fluttered, and she looked down at the place where your bodies met, watching herself ride you like she couldn’t help it, the sound was making her just as crazy as it was making you.

You reached for her chest without thinking and this time, she let you.

Your hands covered her breasts, warm and heavy in your palms, and the moan she let out went straight through you. That was the kind of sound you knew you were going to remember at the worst possible time later. In a car, at practice, on stage, somewhere deeply inconvenient when you were supposed to be a normal person.

Karina’s hips stuttered when you rubbed your thumbs over her nipples, and for once, she didn’t hide it. Her head tipped back. She looked completely different like this. Messier. Hotter. Less like the cool senior who had casually invited you over and more like someone who had been waiting to fall apart but refused to go first. Still, she was on top and in control enough to make that very clear.

One of her hands dropped from her chest to your thigh, gripping hard as she adjusted the angle again. Her fingers dug into the soft skin there, pulling your leg higher, opening you more under her. The movement made everything line up better, and the next grind dragged a gasp out of both of you.

Karina’s eyes snapped back to yours.

There.

That was it.

She knew it too.

Her pace changed after that, faster but not careless. Every roll of her hips pressed her against you just right, wet pussy sliding against wet pussy, both of you so soaking now there was no pretending this was anything but desperate. The sounds kept filling the room, wet and rhythmic, mixed with her shaky breathing and the small noises you kept trying and failing to swallow.

You stopped caring pretty quickly and so did she.

Karina’s grip on your thigh tightened as she rode you harder, her body moving with this focused kind of need that made your head go light. She looked down at you, chest bouncing softly with every movement, one nipple still caught between your fingers because apparently you had lost the ability to let go.

Her mouth opened, just a broken breath, and then another, and then her hips pressed down harder.

One of your hands stayed on her breast, squeezing and rubbing exactly how she seemed to like, while the other moved to her hip, pulling her into you when her rhythm slipped. The confidence from earlier was gone again, replaced by something needier and less controlled. You wanted her to finish like this.

Karina leaned forward suddenly, her chest pressing into your hands as she braced herself near your head. The new angle made you see white for a second. Everything got tighter, hotter, wetter, the pressure building so fast you had to grab at her waist just to have something to hold onto.

She was close.

You could feel it before you even saw it. Her rhythm started breaking, her grip on your thigh turned almost bruising, and her breathing kept catching right before she tried to pull it back under control.

So you touched her harder. Your thumb dragged over her nipple again, and Karina’s whole body jerked. Her hips ground down into yours, firm and slick and perfect, and the sound she made was enough to push you right to the edge with her.

You weren’t even sure who came first. It really didn’t matter because the second she broke, you went with her.

Karina’s body tensed above you, thighs tightening around your leg as she shuddered through it, still moving because stopping apparently wasn’t an option. She looked so messy and beautiful and unreal that it made the pleasure hit you all over again. You came hard under her, hips lifting helplessly against her, hands gripping at her waist and chest like you needed to keep her there or you might actually lose your mind.

For a few seconds, neither of you could stop moving. It was too much and not enough, slick and hot and overstimulating, both of you riding out the last of it in shallow, shaky rolls until Karina finally slowed. Her hand loosened on your thigh. Her head dipped as she caught her breath.

The room was a mess now.

Your music-show dresses were laid too carefully over the chair, like that made any of this less out of the ordinary. Her underwear was somewhere on the floor. Yours too.

Karina looked down at you. Her lips were swollen, cheeks flushed, one hand still resting on your thigh.

A small smile started to form on her face, slow and tired and way too satisfied.

Then she leaned down, kissed you once, soft and warm and almost sweet, and rested her forehead against yours.

Neither of you moved for a while, and you were in no rush to.

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