can someone please recommend some period wlw fanfics???! victorian, regency, medieval, it doesn't matter but I NEED to read about forbidden love, yearnism, comphet, internalized homophobia, religious guilt, angst, or anything like that. or or or something like butch knight x femme princess please ANYTHING
Winter x Y/N
4692 words
tags: idolxmalereader, blowjob, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, creampie, cum on body/tummy cum, size difference, bulge kink, body worship, praise kink, light degradation, group sex, rimming, exhibitionism
The studio was bathed in soft, ethereal lighting—purples and blues bleeding together against the white backdrop, creating the dreamlike atmosphere the creative director had envisioned for Winter's solo comeback concept. You adjusted your camera settings, checking the aperture one more time as the styling team made their final touches on her hair and makeup.
When Winter stepped onto the set, you nearly fumbled your equipment.
The outfit was stunning in its simplicity and its deliberate provocation. A tight black crop top hugged her chest, ending high enough to bare the whole length of her midriff and show off every line of her toned tummy and that perfect coinslot belly button. Baggy black sweatpants hung low on her hips, the waistband slung just loose enough that a hint of leopard-print underwear peeked out when she moved. A matching leopard-print overshirt hung open around her, framing her body like a casual afterthought, and her dark hair fell in messy waves around her shoulders, all attitude and effortless danger.
"Ready when you are," she said, her voice friendly and professional as she positioned herself in front of the backdrop.
You cleared your throat, raising the camera to hide the way your eyes kept drifting downward. "Right. Let's start with some standing poses. Arms up, stretch toward the ceiling."
Winter complied, raising her arms overhead in a graceful stretch. The movement made her entire torso extend, her abs flexing slightly, that belly button becoming an even more pronounced divot in her flat stomach. The studio lights hit her skin and made it glow.
You fired off several shots, but your focus kept slipping from technical composition to the curves and lines of her body.
"Beautiful," you murmured, lowering the camera. "Now turn to the side, same pose but look over your shoulder at me."
She rotated, the profile of her body now visible—the curve of her chest, the dip of her waist, the way her stomach remained impossibly flat even from this angle. You stepped closer, ostensibly to adjust her position, and your hand came to rest on her waist. Her skin was warm under your palm, smooth and perfect.
"Just a little more arch in your back," you said, your voice rougher than you intended. Your fingers pressed slightly into her side as you guided her into position, thumb accidentally brushing the edge of her ribcage.
"Like this?" Winter asked, and there was something in her tone—something knowing—that made your pulse quicken.
"Perfect."
The shoot continued, and with each new pose, you found yourself drawn back to that same focal point. You directed her to lie on her back, arms above her head, which made her stomach stretch even flatter. You had her sit with her knees pulled up, which created shadows that accentuated the definition of her abs. Every instruction you gave seemed designed to showcase that one specific part of her anatomy, and you knew it wasn't subtle.
Your assistant and the stylist bustled around between setups, adjusting lights and checking wardrobe, but you barely registered their presence. All you could see was Winter—the way she moved, the way her body responded to your directions, the way that belly button remained the center of your attention like some kind of magnetic pull.
"Can we try some on the floor?" you suggested, your mouth dry. "Lying on your side, propped up on one elbow."
Winter settled into position, her body creating a perfect curved line. You knelt beside her with the camera, but this close, you could see the fine texture of her skin, could see the way her breathing made her stomach move subtly with each inhale and exhale.
"Hand on your hip," you instructed, and when she placed her palm against the curve of her waist, your own hand followed to adjust the angle. Your fingers grazed her stomach, just briefly, and you felt her muscles tense under your touch.
When you glanced up, Winter was watching you with dark, knowing eyes.
"You've been staring at my stomach all day," she said quietly, her voice pitched low enough that only you could hear.
You froze, caught. Heat flooded your face. "I—I'm just trying to get the right shots for the concept—"
"It's okay," she interrupted, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "I noticed. Every adjustment, every pose... you keep coming back to it, don't you?"
Before you could formulate a response, your assistant called out, "We're heading out! Wrapping up the equipment we don't need. You good to finish the last set on your own?"
You managed a nod, throat tight. "Yeah, we're good."
The studio door closed behind them with a heavy click, and suddenly the massive space felt incredibly intimate. Just you, Winter, and the tension that had been building all afternoon.
Winter sat up slowly, her eyes never leaving yours. "So," she said, standing and taking a step closer. "Do you want to touch it properly?"
Your camera hung forgotten around your neck. "Winter..."
"I'm asking," she said, closing the distance between you until she stood directly in front of you, close enough that you could smell her perfume—something light and floral. "You've been professional all day, but I've felt every look, every excuse to put your hands on me. So I'm giving you permission."
Your hand moved almost of its own accord, palm pressing flat against her stomach just below her ribs. Her skin was impossibly soft, warm under your touch. You traced downward slowly, feeling the subtle ridges of her abs, the dip of her waist, until your thumb found that perfect coinslot belly button and pressed gently into the divot.
Winter's breath hitched, and the sound went straight through you.
"Fuck," you breathed, your other hand joining the first, both palms now exploring the expanse of her midriff like you'd been fantasizing about all day. "You're so perfect here. I couldn't stop looking..."
"I know," she whispered, and then her hands were in your hair, pulling you down until your mouth found her neck. She tasted like makeup setting spray and skin, and you kissed a trail down her throat to her collarbones while your hands continued their worship of her stomach.
Your lips moved lower, kissing down her sternum, then across the exposed skin just below her crop top. Winter's fingers tightened in your hair as you sank to your knees in front of her, your mouth now level with that perfect midriff.
"Been thinking about this," you admitted against her skin, pressing open-mouthed kisses across her abs. "All fucking day."
Your tongue traced the lines of her muscles, following the contours down to her belly button. When you circled your tongue around the rim of that shallow divot, Winter made a soft, needy sound that made your cock throb painfully against your jeans.
"Oh god," she gasped as you dipped your tongue into her navel, her hands gripping your shoulders for balance. "That feels..."
You became obsessed with it—licking, kissing, occasionally letting your teeth graze the sensitive skin around it while your hands gripped her hips. Winter was squirming now, her breathing uneven, and when you glanced up, you could see the flush spreading across her chest and neck.
"More," she said, tugging at your shirt. "I need more."
You stood, and she was already pulling your shirt over your head before you could fully process the movement. Her crop top followed, then those jogging pants and whatever she'd been wearing underneath. When she stood naked in front of you, illuminated by the studio lights, you felt something like reverence mixed with raw, desperate need.
"Couch," you managed, gesturing to the leather furniture piece they'd used for some of the earlier shots.
Winter moved toward it, and you couldn't take your eyes off the way her body moved—all graceful lines and curves, that perfect stomach flexing slightly with each step. She lay back against the cushions, her hair fanning out around her, and spread her legs just enough to be an invitation.
You shed the rest of your clothes quickly, your cock already hard and leaking. When you settled between her thighs, instead of entering her immediately, you let the swollen head of your cock nudge against her stomach, dragging it up through the valley between her abs until it bumped against her belly button.
Winter gasped, her eyes widening, and then a wicked smile spread across her face.
Her hand wrapped around your shaft, and you groaned at the contact. But instead of stroking you normally, she deliberately rubbed the tip of your cock across her flat stomach, using your precum to make the glide smooth. She traced circles around her navel with your cockhead, watching your face contort with pleasure.
"You're such a pervert," she purred, her voice dripping with arousal. She pressed your tip firmly into the divot of her belly button, and you nearly came right then. "Getting this hard over my stomach... over my belly button..."
"Fuck, Winter—"
"Is this what you've been thinking about all day?" she continued, stroking you slowly while deliberately dragging your cock across every inch of her midriff. "While you were supposed to be working professionally?"
You couldn't form words, could only watch as she played with you, using your cock like a toy to tease herself as much as you.
"I felt you staring," she said, tracing your tip in another slow circle around her navel. "Felt your hands always finding excuses to touch right here..." She guided you back to that perfect divot, pressing your cockhead into it again while maintaining that slow, torturous stroke. "Such a fucking pervert... and I'm so wet because of it."
Precum leaked steadily now, dripping onto her stomach, making everything slick. Winter bit her lip, looking down at the mess, and her next words nearly destroyed you.
"You want to see yourself inside me, don't you? Want to watch my tight little tummy bulge with your thick cock?"
"Yes," you groaned, your hips jerking involuntarily. "Fuck yes, I need—"
"Come on then," she whispered, finally—mercifully—guiding you lower until your tip pressed against her entrance. "Show me. Make me feel it."
You pushed inside, and the sensation was overwhelming. Winter was impossibly tight, her body gripping you like a vice as you sank deeper. Her mouth fell open in a silent gasp, her back arching off the couch, and you had to pause halfway just to keep from losing control immediately.
"Oh god," Winter whimpered, her hands clutching at your shoulders. "You're so big... I can feel—"
You looked down at where your bodies joined, and your breath caught. Even with only half your length inside her, you could already see the slightest swell in her lower belly, the outline of your cock barely visible beneath her skin.
"Fuck," you breathed, pressing deeper until you were fully sheathed. The bulge became more pronounced, a clear distension in her flat stomach that moved when you did.
Winter followed your gaze and moaned. "Oh fuck, I can see it... I can see you inside me..."
You started to move, slow at first, mesmerized by the visual. Every thrust made that bulge shift, your cock clearly outlined beneath the taut skin of her stomach. Your hand pressed down on her lower belly, feeling yourself moving inside her, and Winter cried out at the added pressure.
"Right there," she gasped, her legs wrapping around your waist. "Press on my belly button... oh god, please..."
Your thumb found that coinslot divot and pressed firmly while you fucked her, and the sensation must have been intense because Winter's whole body tensed, her pussy clenching around you rhythmically.
"You're bulging my stomach," she whimpered, looking down at where your hand pressed against her belly. "Nngh... you're too big... but it feels so good..."
You couldn't help but watch—couldn't tear your eyes away from the sight of her perfect, tight body taking your cock, the visible evidence of your size stretching her from the inside. Your other hand joined the first, both palms pressed against her midriff, feeling every thrust from both inside and out.
"I love watching it," Winter moaned, her voice breaking on the last word. "Love feeling you stretch me... love knowing you've been obsessed with this all day..."
You increased your pace, unable to hold back any longer. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the studio, mixed with Winter's escalating moans and your own ragged breathing. Your hands never left her stomach, constantly pressing, feeling, one thumb always returning to that belly button you'd been fixated on.
"Touch it," she begged, her words tumbling out between gasps and moans. "Press on my belly button while you fuck me... oh fuck, yes, like that... just like that..."
You obliged, thumb pressing firmly into that perfect divot while your cock pounded into her tight heat. Winter was losing control now, her carefully maintained idol composure completely shattered. Her nails raked down your back, her hips meeting your thrusts desperately, and the sounds she made were absolutely filthy.
"Gonna cum," she warned, her voice high and breathless. "Gonna cum with you so deep... with you bulging my stomach... fuck, fuck, FUCK—"
Her orgasm hit hard, her whole body going rigid as her pussy clamped down on you like a vice. The sensation of her clenching around you while you could feel it through her stomach, your thumb still pressed into her navel, was too much.
"Winter, I'm—"
"Inside," she gasped, still shaking through her climax. "Breed me... fill me up... I want to feel you cum inside me..."
That was it. You buried yourself as deep as physically possible and exploded, your cock pulsing as you pumped her full of cum. Winter moaned at the sensation, her hands clutching at you, and you could feel yourself throbbing inside her, feel the warmth of your release filling her completely.
When you finally pulled out, thick streams of your cum immediately dripped from her thoroughly bred pussy. But you were still cumming—your cock pulsed again and thick ropes shot across her midriff, painting that perfect flat stomach you'd been obsessed with all day. More followed, covering her abs, pooling in her belly button, dripping down her sides.
Winter lay there, absolutely wrecked and covered in your cum, breathing hard and staring down at the mess with wide, dazed eyes.
"Holy shit," she whispered.
You were still catching your breath, still processing what had just happened, when the studio door opened.
Three figures walked in, and your heart stopped. Karina, Giselle, and Ningning froze in the doorway, their eyes taking in the scene—Winter naked and thoroughly fucked on the couch, cum dripping from between her legs and coating her stomach, you still catching your breath beside her with your cock still half-hard and glistening.
"Oh my god," you started, scrambling for something to cover Winter, to explain, to—
But instead of shock or anger, you watched as perverted smiles spread across all three faces.
"Unnie," Ningning purred, her eyes locked on Winter's cum-covered body. "You started without us?"
They approached, and you were too stunned to move. Karina dropped to her knees first beside the couch, her tongue dragging slowly up Winter's cum-covered stomach, starting just above her navel and trailing upward. She moaned at the taste, her eyes fluttering closed.
"Fuck, that's good," Karina murmured before diving back in, her tongue lapping up the thick ropes you'd painted across Winter's abs.
Giselle joined from the other side, her mouth finding the cum pooling in Winter's belly button. She sucked and licked at that perfect divot, cleaning every drop from the sensitive indentation while Winter gasped and whimpered, clearly oversensitive but not stopping them.
Ningning positioned herself between Winter's spread legs, looking up at you with a wicked grin before spreading Winter's thighs wider. "You really filled her up," she said appreciatively before lowering her mouth to Winter's pussy and running her tongue through the cum dripping from her well-fucked hole.
Winter cried out, her hands flying to grip Ningning's hair, her body trembling from the overstimulation. Karina and Giselle worked in tandem across her stomach, their tongues meeting occasionally as they licked her clean, paying special attention to every ridge of her abs, every sensitive spot.
You stood there, completely frozen, your cock already starting to harden again at the impossible sight before you.
Karina pulled back just long enough to look at you, her lips glistening. "Well?" she said, her voice husky. "Don't just stand there. I think we're going to need round two..."
Three Months Later
That day in the studio had changed everything.
What started as a spontaneous, desperate encounter with Winter had evolved into something far more complex and intoxicating. The other members hadn't been surprised or scandalized—they'd been curious, eager, and immediately willing to join. That first night together had been a blur of bodies and pleasure, and by the time you'd all finally collapsed in exhaustion, an unspoken understanding had formed between the five of you.
This was your secret. Your arrangement.
Over the following months, you'd continued working with them professionally—photoshoots, behind-the-scenes content, promotional materials. But whenever schedules aligned and privacy could be guaranteed, the five of you would find yourselves tangled together in hotel rooms, dressing rooms, or private studios.
Tonight was one of those nights.
The concert had been explosive. You'd watched from the photographer's pit as aespa performed their final show of the tour, the crowd's energy absolutely feral. But your focus had been locked on the four of them on stage, knowing what was coming after, feeling the anticipation build with every song.
Now, in the private dressing room backstage with security posted outside and strict instructions not to be disturbed, you watched as they filed in one by one, still wearing their stage outfits and glistening with the sweat of performance.
Karina entered first in a striking red leather ensemble—a structured corset-style top with a matching mini skirt that showed off her impossibly long legs. The leather gleamed under the dressing room lights, and her dark hair fell in waves around her face flushed from exertion.
Winter followed, and your breath caught the way it always did when you saw her. Her outfit was the most revealing—a red leather crop top that barely covered her chest, leaving that perfect midriff completely exposed, paired with matching pants that sat so low on her hips you could see the full expanse of her toned stomach and that coinslot belly button that still drove you crazy every single time. She caught your eye and smiled, knowing exactly what you were thinking.
Giselle came next in a red leather halter top with strategic cutouts that showed tantalizing glimpses of skin, paired with a short skirt and those signature confident, sultry eyes already locked on you with clear intent.
Ningning brought up the rear in a one-shoulder red leather crop top and skirt combination, her youthful features lit up with excitement and barely concealed hunger.
"Good show?" you asked, your voice already rough.
"Great show," Karina purred, dropping her small clutch bag on the vanity. "But you know what would make it better?"
She crossed the room toward you with purposeful strides, and the others followed like a coordinated dance they'd perfected. Within moments you were surrounded—Karina pressing against your front, Winter's hands sliding up your back, Giselle and Ningning bracketing you on either side.
"We've been thinking about this all night," Winter whispered against your ear, her breath hot. "Every time I had to do body rolls on stage, all I could think about was your hands on my stomach..."
Karina's fingers worked at your belt. "Three encores meant three extra songs keeping us from this."
"From you," Giselle added, her lips finding your neck.
Ningning's hand palmed the growing bulge in your pants. "Someone's ready for us."
They moved with practiced coordination, stripping you efficiently while you tried to keep up with four sets of hands touching, teasing, claiming. Your shirt disappeared first, then your pants, until you stood in just your boxers surrounded by four gorgeous women still dressed in those incredible stage outfits.
"Couch," Karina commanded, and you obeyed without question. This was the dynamic that had developed over the months—they took charge, deciding what they wanted, how they wanted it, using you for their pleasure as much as you used them for yours.
You sat on the leather couch, and Winter immediately positioned herself in your lap, straddling you with that perfect midriff right at eye level. Her stomach was still slightly damp with sweat from performing, and you couldn't help yourself—your hands went immediately to her waist, thumbs tracing the lines of her abs.
"Can you blame me?" you murmured, leaning forward to press your lips just below her navel. Winter shivered, her fingers threading through your hair.
"Not at all," Karina said, and you felt her hands slide your boxers down. "We all have our favorite things about this arrangement."
Your cock sprang free, already hard and leaking. Giselle dropped to her knees beside Karina, and suddenly you had two mouths working your shaft while Winter ground against you from above, her leather-clad pussy rubbing against your stomach.
"Fuck," you groaned against Winter's skin, your tongue finding that perfect belly button and circling it while Karina and Giselle took turns sucking your cock.
Ningning positioned herself on the couch beside you, spreading her legs. "Don't forget about me," she pouted, guiding your hand between her thighs. She'd apparently already removed her panties at some point, and your fingers found her slick and ready.
This was the beautiful chaos that had become normal—all four of them demanding attention simultaneously, your body shared between them, pleasure coming from every angle until you couldn't tell where one sensation ended and another began.
Winter rocked against you harder, her hands gripping your shoulders for leverage. "Need you inside me," she breathed. "Need to feel that bulge again..."
Karina released your cock from her mouth with a wet pop. "Then take him, Minjeong-ah. We can share."
Winter rose up just enough for Karina to guide your cock into position, and then she was sinking down onto you with a long, low moan. Even after months of this, the sensation of her tight heat enveloping you never got old. Neither did the visual—looking down to see your cock disappearing inside her while her flat stomach began to show that telltale bulge.
"There it is," Giselle breathed, her eyes locked on Winter's midriff. She pressed her palm against the slight swell, feeling you inside Winter from the outside. "So fucking hot every time."
Winter started to ride you, rolling her hips in the same fluid motions she'd been doing on stage, and the sight combined with the sensation threatened to undo you immediately. Your hands stayed glued to her waist, feeling every movement, your thumbs constantly drawn back to her belly button.
Ningning grabbed your free hand again, bringing your fingers back to her pussy. "Keep going," she demanded breathlessly, and you obliged, working two fingers inside her while she moaned beside you.
Karina straightened up and began stripping off her leather outfit piece by piece. "I want next," she announced. "And I want it rough tonight."
Winter was already losing control, her riding becoming more erratic as she chased her pleasure. Her stomach flexed with each movement, that bulge shifting, and you felt Giselle's hand still pressed there, adding pressure that made Winter cry out.
"Gonna cum," Winter gasped, her nails digging into your shoulders. "Gonna cum with all of you watching... fuck, yes, right there..."
Her orgasm hit hard, her pussy clenching rhythmically around your cock while her whole body shuddered. You kept thrusting up into her through it, prolonging her pleasure, your fingers still working Ningning toward her own climax.
Before Winter had even fully recovered, Karina was pulling her off you. "My turn," she said with that commanding tone that made your cock throb even harder.
Karina positioned herself on hands and knees on the couch, looking back at you over her shoulder with dark, hungry eyes. "Hard and fast," she instructed. "I want to feel you for the rest of the night."
You moved behind her, flipping up her leather skirt to reveal she'd also foregone panties. One thrust buried you completely inside her, and Karina's back arched as she cried out.
Winter, still recovering, positioned herself in front of Karina. "While you're getting fucked, you're going to make me cum again," she said, spreading her legs. Karina didn't hesitate, her mouth immediately finding Winter's sensitive pussy.
You gripped Karina's hips and fucked her exactly how she'd asked—hard, fast, rough enough that the sound of skin slapping skin filled the dressing room along with her muffled moans against Winter's cunt.
Giselle and Ningning weren't content to just watch. Giselle's hands roamed your chest and back, her mouth finding yours in a deep kiss while you continued pounding into Karina. Ningning positioned herself beside Winter, and you felt her guide your hand back between her legs.
"So greedy," you managed to say between kisses with Giselle.
"You love it," Ningning shot back, and she was right.
The room was a symphony of moans, gasps, and wet sounds. Karina came first, her whole body going taut before she collapsed forward slightly, her moans vibrating against Winter's pussy and triggering Winter's second orgasm of the night.
You pulled out of Karina, your cock still desperately hard and slick with her arousal. Giselle immediately pushed Karina aside playfully and bent over the arm of the couch, presenting herself.
"Come on," she purred. "I've been patient."
You entered her in one smooth thrust, and Giselle's groan was absolutely filthy. She liked it even rougher than Karina, and you obliged, one hand tangled in her hair while the other gripped her hip hard enough to leave marks.
Ningning finally couldn't wait any longer. She climbed onto the couch and positioned herself on her back beside where you were fucking Giselle, her legs spread wide. "After Giselle," she said breathlessly. "I'm next. I want you to breed me tonight."
The words combined with Giselle's impossible tightness were pushing you closer to the edge. You fucked into Giselle harder, chasing both your releases, and when she came with a sharp cry, you pulled out and immediately moved to Ningning.
The youngest member wrapped her legs around your waist as you entered her, pulling you deep. "Fill me up," she demanded, her nails raking down your back. "I want all of it..."
Winter appeared beside you, her hand coming to rest on your ass, encouraging your thrusts. "Breed her," she whispered in your ear. "Give her what she's begging for. We all want to watch."
That was it. The combination of Ningning's tight pussy, Winter's words, and the image of all four of them watching as you pumped Ningning full of cum sent you over the edge. You buried yourself as deep as possible and came hard, your cock pulsing as you filled her completely.
Ningning moaned, her pussy clenching around you, milking every drop. When you finally pulled out, Karina was immediately there with her mouth, licking your sensitive cock clean while Giselle and Winter watched the cum drip from Ningning's well-fucked pussy.
You collapsed back on the couch, completely spent, and all four of them curled around you—a tangle of sweaty bodies and red leather and satisfied smiles.
"Same time tomorrow?" Karina asked playfully, her fingers tracing idle patterns on your chest.
"We have two more shows on this tour," Giselle added. "That's two more nights of this."
Winter's head rested on your shoulder, her hand—as always—pressed against her own stomach where you could still faintly see the evidence of earlier. "I'm not complaining," she murmured.
Ningning stretched contentedly, your cum still leaking from her. "Best tour ever."
And as you lay there surrounded by them, you couldn't help but agree.
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a/n: hello again, it's been what, more than a year, couple years? idk. still alive, doing alright, hope y'all are too. planning on formalizing my commission system if ever any of y'all are interested. yet to set up the ko-fi so you can see what i offer but until then you can always send me a message. now, back to procrastinating for me haha, take care <3
Yizhuo stretches in the passenger seat. That sigh—you know that sigh.
"Manager-nim." Sweet voice. Fake as fuck. "I was thinking about you on the way home."
You keep your eyes on the road. "Yeah?"
"Mm." She shifts. Skirt riding up her thighs, and she knows you noticed. "Must be lonely. Going home to that empty apartment again."
Your grip tightens on the wheel. Empty apartment. You had her bent over your kitchen counter yesterday morning, made her late to practice because she couldn't stop cumming on your cock. But sure. Empty.
"Real thoughtful of you."
Another sigh. Heavier. "When's the last time you even had sex? Like, good sex?"
She sounds so very genuine. So worried. Like she gives a shit about your fictional dry spell instead of the fact that your cum was dripping down her thighs two days ago.
"It must be frustrating," she continues. "Being alone like that."
Your cock twitches. She knows exactly what she's doing, and fuck her, it works every time. Those big concerned eyes, that worried little pout—meanwhile she's probably, no, DEFINITELY wet thinking about where this is going.
"I'm fine."
"Are you though?" Leaning forward now. Her top shifts and you catch cleavage. Absolutely not a coincidence. "I read this article about men who don't get regular sex. They get irritable. Unfocused. Their performance suffers."
Performance. That word just hanging there between you.
Your knuckles go white on the wheel. You don't respond.
"Nothing to say?" She settles back. That little bounce that makes her tits move just right. "I just worry, you know? Some of the other managers seem so... relaxed. Confident. Like Manager Kim—I heard he's seeing someone regularly."
Manager Kim. That smug asshole. Meanwhile according to Yizhuo, you're jerking off alone like some teenager. If he only knew you had her screaming your name last Thursday, makeup running down her face.
"Good for him."
"Right? Physical release is so important for men. That outlet, that—" She actually purrs it. "—pleasure. Not just..." Her fist jerks in the air. So crude. Deliberate.
Jesus Christ.
"Thanks for the concern."
"I'm serious!" Turning in her seat now. Full attention on you, and her skirt's high enough you can see lace. The same panties you pulled aside with your teeth two days ago. "It's not healthy going so long without companionship. Maybe I should set you up? I know some sweet girls who might like an older guy."
Older guy. Fuck her sideways. You're barely older than she is.
"I can handle my own dating life."
"But you're not!" Her voice kicks up, filled with artificial worry. "When's the last time you even tried? Actually talked to a woman, flirted, made her feel desired?"
Her hand lands on your arm. Light touch. Innocent. Except it shoots straight to your dick because she knows what her touch does to you.
"I prefer quality over quantity."
She laughs. Bright and mean. "Quality? You can't have quality if you don't have anything at all. And from what I can see..."
Her eyes drop to your lap. To where your cock is straining against your pants.
"...you're definitely not getting anything."
The car swerves. Just slightly. Her hand shoots to your thigh to steady herself—landing way too close to your erection.
"Careful!" Fake concern. Her thumb strokes across your pants. Could be played off as an accident. It isn't. "See? You're so pent up it's affecting everything."
"I'm fine, Yizhuo."
"Are you sure? Your body's telling a different story." Her hand stays on your thigh. Burning through the fabric. "Poor thing. Must be so hard acting normal when you're this needy. This desperate."
Desperate.
Your cock pulses and she definitely feels it.
"Maybe I could help." Her fingers trace patterns on your thigh. "I know some techniques. Things I've learned from more experienced partners."
More experienced partners. She's really laying it on thick now. Like her previous hookups ever made her squirt the way you do. Never made her beg until her voice gave out.
"Very generous."
"I mean it! I could teach you things. What women really want, how to touch them properly..." Her voice goes breathy. Fingers moving higher. "I've been with men who really know what they're doing. The kind who make you come so hard you forget your own name."
"You think I need a lesson?"
"Oh, I'm sure you have the basics." Patronizing. Sweet. Makes you want to bend her over the hood right here in traffic. "But there's more to it than just putting it in and hoping for the best. Technique matters. Stamina. Understanding a woman's body..."
She shifts again and—fuck. Her panties are wet. Dark patch spreading across the lace. The little hypocrite is getting herself turned on talking about your supposed inexperience.
"For instance." Still going, completely oblivious that you've noticed. "Most men don't realize the clit has over 8,000 nerve endings. They think they can just rub roughly and expect results. But it takes finesse. Patience..."
Her breathing picks up. Nipples hard under her top.
This is insane. Getting wet from her own story about teaching you to fuck. While her body proves how well you already know.
"Fascinating."
"Right? And oral sex—God, most men are terrible at it. No rhythm, no understanding. I've had to fake it so many times." She sighs, thighs pressing together. "But the good ones... they can make you cum with just their tongue. Make you shake and cry and beg."
Last Thursday. She’s talking about last Thursday. You kept her on edge for an hour before letting her cum so hard she nearly blacked out. She's describing this shit like it's some fantasy she's never had.
"Sounds nice."
"It is." Pure sin in her smile now. Pretense gone. "Just last week, actually. This guy I've been seeing... God. He knows exactly how to touch me, what I need. Fucks me so good I can barely walk the next day."
Your hands shake on the wheel.
She notices.
"You okay? You seem tense." Tongue darting out to wet her lips. Deliberately provocative. "Like you need to work out some aggression."
"I'm fine."
"Mm. Maybe you should try what my guy does when he's worked up. Takes all that tension and just... channels it. Into something physical. Something intense." Voice dropping to a whisper. "He gets so rough with me sometimes. So demanding. And I love every fucking second of it."
There. The crack in her act. The real Ningning underneath—the one who begs you to pull her hair, pin her down, fuck her like you own her.
But she catches herself. Expression smoothing back to concerned friend.
"Sorry. Probably shouldn't talk about good sex when you're not getting any."
Pause. Eyes meeting yours.
"Wouldn't want to tease you."
Tease. She said it. Admission hanging there, and for a second her mask drops completely. You see the hunger. The desperate need for you to snap.
"How thoughtful."
"I just feel bad. Here I am getting fucked stupid on a regular basis, and you're going home alone to jerk off to porn. It's so..."
"So what?"
"Pathetic."
The word lands. Something snaps.
Red light ahead. You brake hard. She jolts forward, seatbelt catching her with a click. Car behind you honks.
You’re past caring.
"You know what, Yizhuo?" Your voice comes out quiet. Dangerous.
Her eyes go wide. That gleam of satisfaction underneath—she knows she finally hit the target.
"What?" Breathless.
"You're absolutely right."
Light turns green. You don't accelerate. Sharp right instead. Then another. The route to an overlook burning itself into your brain as you take each turn.
"Where are we going?" Excited, not concerned.
"You said I need to work out some aggression. Channel my energy into something physical." Final turn onto a dark empty road. No streetlights. Just trees and darkness and the perfect place to remind her who she belongs to.
"I was just trying to help—"
"Oh, you've been very helpful, Ning." The nickname slips out and her pupils blow wide. "Real educational. All those stories about your mystery lover who fucks you so good you can barely walk."
You pull into the empty lot. Headlights cutting through darkness before you kill the engine.
Silence. Just both of you breathing hard.
"I guess I need to figure out," you say, turning to look at her fully for the first time since this started, "exactly who this incredible lover of yours is."
She stares. Chest rising and falling fast. The innocent act completely gone—just hunger and anticipation now. Lips parted, cheeks flushed. That wet patch on her panties definitely bigger.
"I don't know what you mean." Whisper. Transparent lie.
"No?" Unbuckling your seatbelt. Slow. Never breaking eye contact. "This mystery man of yours—does he know how you like your hair pulled? How you whimper when he bites that spot on your neck? How you get so fucking wet when he talks dirty?"
Each question makes her breath hitch. By the end she's panting.
"Does he know you play these little games when you want to get fucked? Act all innocent and concerned while you're soaking through your panties, hoping he'll snap and give you what you're begging for?"
"Manager-nim..." No pretense left. Pure need.
"Because if he exists, he should probably know his girl is a manipulative little slut who gets off on pushing buttons. Who pretends to worry about other people's sex lives while spreading her legs and hoping someone notices how wet she is."
Her moan is soft but unmistakable. Head tipping back, submitting to your words.
"So what do you think, Ningning? Should we find this mysterious lover? Or should we cut the bullshit and admit you've been trying to get me to fuck you since you got in this car?"
"Please."
One word. Everything in it—admission, surrender, desperate need.
But you're not done.
"Please what? Please help you find a real man who can satisfy you? Because according to you, I'm just some pathetic inexperienced loser who can't make a woman cum."
"No, I—"
"That's what you said. I need instruction. Should accept my limitations." Your hand reaches over, wraps around her throat. Light pressure. "Maybe you were right. Maybe I should just listen while you tell me more about how amazing your mystery lover is."
"Stop." Gasping. Grinding against the seat, body betraying exactly what she wants.
"Stop what? Stop believing your story? Stop thinking maybe you're right, that I couldn't possibly be the one making you scream my name three times a week?"
Her eyes snap open. Meeting yours with desperate honesty.
"You know. You know it's you. I'm talking about you."
"Do I? Because you seemed real convinced I'm some loser who couldn't find your clit with a roadmap."
"I was just—I wanted—" Struggling for words, brain scrambled by arousal and being caught.
"You wanted what, baby? Use your words."
She moans at the pet name, rubbing her thighs together.
"I wanted you to fuck me. Make you angry, make you snap, make you prove you own me."
There it is.
"And what makes you think you deserve that after twenty minutes of calling me pathetic and inexperienced?"
"Because—" Her hand slides over, palms your erection through your pants. "—you're hard as fucking steel and we both know you're about to remind me exactly who I belong to."
You're out of the car before you process moving. Door slamming hard enough to rattle the windows. Cold night air hits your face but does nothing to cool the fire coursing through your fucking veins.
Around to her side. She's watching through the window, eyes wide and hungry.
You yank the door open. She practically spills into your arms.
"Finally," she breathes against your ear, and that word confirms everything—the whole evening was designed to push you exactly here.
"Finally?" Spinning her around, pressing her back against the cold metal of the car door. "You mean finally you get what you've been begging for all night?"
"Yes." Gasping as your body pins her. "God, yes."
Your hands map her body. Rough. The body you know better than your own. You grab her face, force her to look at you, thumb tracing her lips.
"You want to know something about your mysterious lover, Ningning? The one who fucks you so good you can barely walk?"
She nods frantically, tongue darting out to lick your thumb.
"He's getting really fucking tired of your games."
Then you're kissing her. Devouring her. Nothing gentle about it—pure hunger, pure possession. Your tongue claims her mouth while your hands tangle in her hair. She moans into it, body melting against yours, finally getting what she's been craving.
When you break away, you're both breathing hard. Her lips already swollen.
"Turn around."
She complies immediately. Palms flat against the car door.
Your hands slide down her sides. She trembles. When you reach the hem of her skirt, you don't hesitate—shove it up to her waist. Those lacy panties that have been tormenting you all evening. Absolutely soaked through.
"Fuck, look at you." Running your fingers along the damp fabric. "All that talk about my pathetic sex life, and you're dripping wet just from thinking about me bending you over this car."
"Ahhn—" She moans as you press the fabric against her pussy. The friction makes her whole body shudder. "Please, I need—"
"You need what? Instruction from your experienced lover?" You hook your fingers in the waistband. Rip them down her legs in one motion. "Or do you need me to show you what this pathetic, inexperienced loser can do to your needy little cunt?"
The crude words make her gasp and push back against you, seeking contact.
But you're not giving in yet.
Your hand slides between her legs from behind. Fingers teasing through her slick folds. Not giving her the pressure she's desperate for.
"Oh God, please." Whimpering, trying to grind back against your hand. "Don't tease, just—"
"Just what? Fuck you? Right here where anyone could drive by and see what a desperate slut you are?"
Your fingers circle her clit. Once. Barely a touch.
She nearly sobs with frustration.
"Yes! I don't care, I need you inside me, need you to fuck me hard—"
"Careful what you wish for, baby."
You pull your hand away. Sound of your belt buckle makes her moan with anticipation. When you free your cock—hard and throbbing from an hour of her torture—she looks back over her shoulder with such naked hunger it nearly undoes you.
"Is this what you wanted?" Pressing the head against her entrance but not pushing in. "All that talk about men who know what they're doing—is this what you were really asking for?"
"Yes." Trying to push back, take you inside. "Fuck, yes, please just—"
You slam in. One brutal thrust, burying yourself completely in her tight wet heat.
The cry that tears from her throat is raw. Desperate. Echoes in the quiet night.
"Fuck! Oh fuck, yes!"
"Is this what your mysterious lover does to you, Ningning?" Pulling almost completely out. "Does he fuck you like this? Like he owns you?"
"You—" Gasping. "—you're the only one. Only you, always you—ahhh!"
You slam back in and the admission sends possessive satisfaction surging through you.
Set a rhythm. Hard. Punishing. Each thrust rocks her entire body, and the sounds she makes—breathless moans, desperate whimpers, your name falling from her lips like a prayer.
"That's right." Hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. "No mysterious lover. No one else who makes you scream like this. Just your pathetic manager who doesn't know what he's doing."
"Don't—ahhn!—don't stop." Voice breaking. "Harder, please, fuck me harder—"
You comply. Hips slamming against her ass with each thrust. The car rocks with the force. Somewhere in the back of your mind you register the ridiculousness—fucking your secret lover over the hood of your company car. But that thought drowns in the sight of her arching beneath you, the way her pussy clenches around your cock like she never wants to let go.
A pair of headlights sweeps across the overlook. Car on the winding road below. Instead of stopping, you fuck her harder.
Brief illumination lights everything up—her bent over your car, you pounding into her from behind, both of you lost in it.
"Let them look." Snarling. "Let them see how this slut belongs to me."
The exhibitionist thrill—her body convulses. Close already.
But you're not letting her cum yet.
You still. Buried deep inside her. She whines, tries to rock back, chase the friction.
"No—why did you stop—"
"Because." Pulling out completely. She actually whimpers at the loss. "We're not done yet."
You grab her waist, pull her away from the car. She's unsteady on her legs, looking back at you confused and desperate.
"Get in the backseat."
Her eyes light up. She scrambles for the door, yanks it open. You follow her in, the space immediately too small and perfect for what you need.
"On your back. Let me see you."
Ningning sprawls across the seat, skirt still bunched around her waist, top riding up. The moonlight coming through the windows catches her face—lips parted, pupils blown wide, chest heaving. She spreads her legs for you without being asked.
Fuck, she's perfect like this. Completely wrecked already and you're nowhere near done.
You settle between her thighs, running your hands up her legs. Slowly now. Let the anticipation build again.
"You know what your mystery man does?" you ask, fingers tracing patterns on her inner thighs. Getting close to where she needs you but not touching. "When his girl has been a manipulative little brat all evening?"
Your thumb brushes against her clit. Feather-light. She gasps, tries to grind against your hand.
"Please—"
"Please what? Use those words you're so good at." Another barely-there touch. "Tell me exactly what you want."
"Your cock. I want your cock inside me again, want you to fuck me until I can't think—"
"Can't think about what? About all those lies you told me tonight?"
You push two fingers inside her. She's so wet they slide in easily, and the sound she makes is halfway between a moan and a sob.
"Yes—fuck—I'm sorry, I just wanted—" Her words cut off as you curl your fingers, finding that spot inside her that makes her see stars.
"Wanted what?" You work your fingers slowly, watching her face. The way her eyes flutter closed, how her back arches off the seat. "Wanted to piss me off? Make me jealous?"
"Wanted you to fuck me like this." She's grinding against your hand now, shameless. "Wanted you angry and rough and—oh God, right there—"
You keep the pressure steady, your other hand sliding up under her top to palm her breast. Her nipple is hard against your palm. You roll it between your fingers and she cries out.
"You like being a brat, don't you? Getting me worked up, pushing my buttons until I snap."
"Yes!" Not even trying to deny it now. "Love it when you get like this, when you remind me—fuck, I'm gonna cum—"
You pull your fingers out.
She actually whimpers, eyes flying open to glare at you with desperate frustration.
"You don't get to cum yet." You bring your fingers to your mouth, taste her. Her eyes track the movement, darkening further. "Not until I'm good and ready to let you."
"That's not fair—"
"Fair?" You lean over her, one hand braced on the seat beside her head. Your cock pressing against her entrance again, not pushing in. Just resting there. The head getting slick from how wet she is. "You spent an hour telling me I'm a pathetic loser who can't satisfy a woman. You think you've earned fair?"
"I didn't mean it." Her hands cum up to grip your shoulders. Nails digging in. "You know I didn't mean it, I was just—"
"Just what?"
"Playing a game. Wanted this. Wanted you." She rolls her hips, trying to take you inside, but you pull back just enough to deny her. "Please, I need you so bad it hurts."
The raw honesty in her voice breaks something loose in you.
"Then take it."
You thrust in hard and she screams. Her nails rake down your back as you set a rhythm—slower than before but deeper. The angle in the cramped backseat lets you hit spots that make her whole body shake.
"Fuck, you feel so good." The words come out before you can stop them. "So fucking tight around me."
"Only for you." She wraps her legs around your waist, heels digging into your ass, pulling you deeper with each thrust. "Only ever this good with you."
You capture her mouth in a kiss. Messy and desperate, all tongue and teeth. She kisses back hungrily, one hand tangling in your hair while the other stays clawed into your shoulder.
When you break away to breathe, she's staring up at you with something that goes beyond just lust. Something that makes your chest tight even as you're pounding into her.
"Say it again," you demand, shifting your angle to grind against her clit with each thrust. "Tell me who you belong to."
"You—" Her voice breaks as you hit that perfect spot inside her. "Fuck, I'm yours, only yours, nobody else makes me feel like this—"
"That's right." You can feel her getting close again, the way her pussy flutters around your cock. "My girl. My manipulative little slut who plays games because she's too bratty to just ask for what she wants."
"Guilty." She manages a breathless laugh that turns into a moan. "Gonna—fuck, I'm gonna cum—"
"Not yet." You still your hips. "Look at me."
Her eyes open, hazy and desperate.
"Ask me nicely."
"Please." No hesitation now. No games. Just raw need. "Please let me cum. I need it so bad. Need you to make me cum on your cock."
"Better." You resume your rhythm, harder now. Your hand snakes between your bodies to find her clit. "Cum for me, Ningning. Show me how good I make you feel."
It takes maybe three more thrusts before she detonates.
Her orgasm hits like a fucking freight train.
Her whole body goes rigid, back arching off the seat as she clamps down around your cock. The pressure is almost painful, her pussy spasming and milking you as she screams your name into the cramped space of the car.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck—" It's all she can manage, broken and breathless, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes from the intensity.
You don't stop. You fuck her through it, drawing out every wave of pleasure until she's shaking and sobbing beneath you.
"Too much—oh God, it's too much—"
"You can take it." Your rhythm doesn't falter. "You wanted me to fuck you stupid, remember? Wanted me to prove who you belong to."
She can't even form words anymore, just these desperate whimpering sounds that go straight to your cock. Her nails are definitely drawing blood on your back now but you don't care. All you care about is the sight of her completely wrecked beneath you, the feel of her tight and perfect around you.
Your own orgasm is building fast. The combination of an hour of her teasing and the way she's looking at you now—totally fucked out and worshipful—it's too much.
"Where?" you grit out, your thrusts getting erratic.
"Inside." She locks her legs tighter around you. "Want you to cum inside me, fill me up—"
That does it. You slam into her one last time and let go, burying yourself as deep as possible as you cum. The release is intense enough to white out your vision for a second, every muscle in your body going taut as you empty yourself inside her.
For a long moment, neither of you move. Just breathing hard in the steamed-up car, your forehead resting against hers, both of you trembling with aftershocks.
Eventually you pull out—slowly, carefully. The mix of your cum and hers starts dripping down her thighs immediately. She makes a soft sound at the loss but doesn't protest, just lies there boneless and satisfied.
You collapse back against the opposite door, trying to catch your breath. Your legs are shaking. When did you get this out of shape?
Well you did just fuck her senseless in a cramped backseat. That would probably take it out of anyone.
Yizhuo shifts, propping herself up on her elbows to look at you. Her hair is a disaster, makeup smudged, lips swollen. She's still got her top half-on and her skirt bunched around her waist.
She looks absolutely fucking perfect.
"So," she says, and there's that edge of mischief creeping back into her voice already. "Maybe you're not completely out of practice after all."
You can't help it—you laugh. The audacity of this girl, going right back to the bit even now.
"Get dressed before you leave a stain on my upholstery."
"Your upholstery?" She sits up, looking around at the steamed windows and disheveled interior. "Pretty sure that ship has sailed."
She's probably right. There's going to be no explaining this if anyone looks too close. But that's a problem for tomorrow.
Ningning finds her panties on the floor of the car—torn, basically unwearable now. She holds them up, examining the damage with an amused expression.
"You owe me new underwear."
"You owe me an apology for that entire car ride."
"Mm." She balls up the ruined panties and stuffs them in your jacket pocket. "How about we call it even?"
You watch as she tries to fix her hair using the reflection in the window, finger-combing through the tangles. It's a losing battle. She gives up after a minute, pulling it into a messy bun instead.
"I'm not wearing underwear for the rest of the drive, by the way," she says casually, smoothing down her skirt. "Just so you're aware."
"Yizhuo."
"What?" All innocence. "Just making conversation. Wouldn't want you to be surprised if we hit a bump or something."
You close your eyes. This fucking girl.
"You're already starting again."
"I have no idea what you mean." But she's smiling as she climbs back into the passenger seat, and when you follow her out of the backseat and get back behind the wheel, she immediately curls up against the door, looking thoroughly satisfied with herself.
You start the car. The engine turns over and you pull back onto the dark road, heading toward the city lights below.
"Next time," you say as you navigate the turns, "just ask."
"Where's the fun in that?"
You glance over at her. She's already got that look in her eye—the one that means she's planning her next game, thinking up new ways to push your buttons.
You're never going to have a moment's peace with her.
"I'm keeping the panties," you tell her.
"Pervert."
"Says the girl who just spent an hour trying to make me jealous of myself."
She giggles at that, and the sound fills the car. Light and carefree and so very her that you can't even be annoyed.
Your phone buzzes in the cupholder. Probably a message from one of the other members wondering where you two are. You've definitely been gone longer than a normal drive home should take.
Yizhuo reaches over and silences it without looking.
"They can wait," she says, settling back in her seat. "Drive slow."
"Having a secret relationship isn't all that great, especially when your girlfriend can't handle the constant jealousy she feels every time someone gets too close to you"
warnings - smut +18, g!p reader. possessive rina bc why not :)), reader is a nerd, but she's really beefy n big (i really want her to be a female version of clark kent), reader is a very pathetic sub (bc i wanted a woman bossing me :) a little size kink, unprotected sex (wrap that willy bro)
now playing - Crazy Over You, by BLACKPINK
"I'ma be mad 'till you get me back in them arms"
Theoretically, we shouldn’t get angry about things that are beyond our control. Of course, we might feel anger, resentment, hatred, sadness, or any other emotion like that—after all, we’re human. But technically, we shouldn’t feel frustration or hatred toward something we couldn’t change even if we tried.
Maybe that’s why Karina was on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
Meeting you while filming the first season of “Agents of Mystery” was like a blessing for Yu Jimin. It was as if something she’d been asking for for a long time had just come true, as if her wishes had once again aligned with the universe, making everything go according to what the Aespa leader wanted.
You were everything she’d asked for in her prayers. And she discovered this as she fell more and more in love with you.
At first glance, the first thing she noticed was that you were tall, with a chiseled face, broad shoulders, biceps visible through the fabric of your shirts, big thighs… muscles like those of a professional athlete—which she discovered was almost true after a few conversations, since you would have been a professional fighter if you hadn’t gone into acting. You were much bigger than she was, and as much as she wouldn’t admit it, that was one of the first things that made her instantly fall for you.
After your physical appearance came your personality. That whole intimidating image you projected crumbled the moment you opened your mouth to greet her and smile at her. Of course, she’d already seen you on TV, but seeing you up close was completely different. She began to love every detail about you, learning things she definitely didn’t know, and noticing things that made her legs go weak.
The first thing that brought the two of you together was your nerdy interests. Jimin was a huge nerd—and you? Twice as much, or even more. The two of you spent your breaks on set discussing anime, manga, superheroes, and whatever else came to mind. Jimin still remembers how enchanted she was by how excited you’d get every time you talked to her; she remembers how you’d adjust your glasses every time they threatened to slip off your nose, and how the veins in your forearm looked so tempting to her every time you pushed your glasses back up.
You were the only person who managed to break through the barriers of Aespa’s wonderful leader, Karina. You were the only one who managed to reach layers she’d never let anyone else reach. Someone with whom she truly felt safe and with whom she could share both the weight and the lightness of life.
You knew her as Yu Jimin, not as Karina.
And she fell in love with that like she’d never allowed herself to before.
But now, after two years, you were back together. The second season of “Agents of Mystery” was official and was being filmed with great enthusiasm. This time, you weren’t just friends chatting behind the scenes or a lifeline Karina clung to when she got scared during investigations.
You were officially a couple. So happy to be sharing your lives together. Unfortunately, not everyone knew about it, since the two of you thought it best to keep it a secret for the sake of your privacy and to avoid causing too much of a stir in the media and among your fans—even though your fans were already practically swearing you were married because of the number of “coincidences” you’d left in your wake.
You both smiled when you saw your castmates again, happy to be part of it all once more. Everything felt fresh, the challenges were a little tougher, the scares were much more terrifying and unpredictable, and you could have sworn you screamed so much that your throats were about to close up.
However, none of that was what was bothering Karina.
She swore to herself she wouldn’t overthink it; she swore she’d take a deep breath and that there was absolutely no reason for her to feel bothered. Even so, she couldn’t help but feel a burning sensation in her chest every time one of the girls interacted with you. A scare? Hyeri would cling to your arm. A loud noise? Gabee would hide behind you while clinging to your back. You solving a puzzle? Very long hugs and touches on your shoulders.
It was starting to annoy her.
Unfortunately, you were always the most oblivious to what was going on, and that was the only thing that made Jimin want to slap the back of your head and shake your shoulders until you woke up. Fortunately, she was handling it well, taking deep breaths as her stress melted away every time you approached her and gave her a little smile. Always proclaiming yourselves Karina’s inseparable duo during the challenges.
But even that wasn’t enough for what came next.
Honestly, no one thought anything of it—of course, no one knew the two of you were dating—just the team being nice to each other. But Karina—if you were in a cartoon, smoke would be coming out of her ears.
It started out simple, with each of you trying to solve the puzzle. The room was slowly falling silent as you looked around and began to think about how to make it work. You were completely distracted, thinking, trying to fit the pieces together in your head, truly trying to make sense of what they were giving you.
It was just a game at first; you didn’t even think anything they said could be serious. Then everyone started laughing when, amid the silence of the room, Hyeri let out a loud murmur as she looked in your direction.
“Aw, you’re so cute when you’re all focused!” Her words made everyone laugh, slowly distracting them from their previous goal—figuring out the answer to the scattered clues.
Your eyebrows shot up in surprise as you pointed at yourself just to make sure Hyeri was really talking to you.
“Me?” you murmured, making Hyeri laugh even more as she reached out to pat Gabee’s arm, as if you were a little baby monkey doing something cute.
“Yes, you!” She and the woman next to her laughed, as did the boys.
Dohoon laughed as he shook your shoulders, making you laugh too, while John and Yongjin laughed as they watched the interaction.
“She’s always so clumsy—we hardly ever get to see you this focused, yn,” Dohoon said for the first time, making you laugh and scratch the back of your neck in embarrassment.
“She’s like the female version of Clark Kent.” Hyeri’s words made Karina’s stomach sink.
“Our cute, clumsy nerd,” Gabee added, tapping the shovel on the ground where Karina was being buried.
The woman in the corner of the room seemed lost in thought—thoughts that were certainly not very friendly. Because Karina loved you with all her heart, and maybe that’s why she got so furious when other people noticed what only she wanted to have noticed. Because you were supposed to be just HER cute, clumsy nerd. She was the one who joked about how you could be a female version of Clark Kent—damn it, she’d said that to you the first time you two talked about comic books!
“Don’t you think so, Karina?” Hyeri’s voice snapped her out of her hazy thoughts, and all she could do was smile and nod in agreement.
But you should have noticed; you should have asked what was wrong with her. You thought it was just stress—it had been a busy day, and the recordings were taking a lot out of both of you. You drove home in silence, which was already very strange in itself. Jimin wasn’t usually quiet when she was with you. But that night she didn’t say a word in the car; she only answered when you asked her something, giving short, lifeless replies.
You drove her to your place, knowing she slept there every Friday—so you could enjoy the weekend together when your schedules were free. The ride there was strange; the arrival? Even more so. The strange fog hanging between you and your girlfriend didn’t seem to want to lift under any circumstances.
The elevator ride up was silent, just like the rest of the way, and when the two of you finally got home, Karina walked right past you, taking off her shoes and racing at the speed of light to the kitchen. A sigh escaped your lips when the reality of the moment hit you. She really was mad at you, since Karina’s "Olympic-level walking" only happened when she didn’t even want to look at your face.
After sighing wearily, you followed her, only to hear the refrigerator slam shut with a loud thud after she’d grabbed a bottle of water.
“Rina, are you okay?” Your question seemed silly to her. All she did was nod while trying to open the bottle. “Let me help you…”
You tried to raise your hand, hoping she’d let you be of some use and talk to you about how she was feeling.
“No.” She turned away immediately, pulling the bottle out of your reach as she grunted, trying to open it once more. “DAMN IT!”
You didn’t want to laugh, so you held back the smile that was starting to form on your face so as not to make your girlfriend even angrier. But you had to admit, seeing her like this, struggling not to need your help, was cute, to say the least.
“What are you laughing at, hien?” Turning toward you, she set the bottle down on the counter and walked over to you. “What? Do you think just because you’re all strong and buff, i need you for everything?” Her finger poked your chest, and everything about that scene just made you want to laugh even more.
“Jagiya, I just wanted to help…” You tried.
Jimin’s eyes were fixed on you, as if she were waiting for the next little giggle to escape your lips just so she could tear you apart.
“I know, and I bet you love that, don’t you?!” Her voice was accusatory, and you’d already begun to realize that all of this was the result of blatant jealousy. “I bet you wanted to show off to me just so I’d compliment you, huh?”
“What?” A quick laugh escaped your lips. Your girlfriend seemed paranoid now—but even more so, she was the cutest woman you’d ever seen.
“Don’t you think you’ve gotten enough compliments today, 'Clark'?!” This time, you couldn’t hold back; the laughter came out of your lips extremely naturally, causing Karina to roll her eyes and turn to walk out of the kitchen.
Quickly, your hands reached out to her, grabbing the shorter woman’s waist and pulling her close to you. Her back pressed against your chest, and a shiver ran up Jimin’s body automatically. Your lips found her shoulder as you pulled her closer to you.
“Jimin, you know I don’t care about that, right?!” you tried, watching as she simply crossed her arms, still not entirely convinced. “I only have eyes for you.”
Your words were simple, but they always managed to melt her heart just the right way.
“I know.” Her voice was low, almost as if she were embarrassed by the little outburst from a few seconds ago. “But seeing you being watched and complimented like that kind of threw me off. Because if people start to see why I fell in love with you, they’ll want you, too.” You listened to what she had to say, resting your chin on her shoulder before she wriggled free of you to turn toward you.
“It gets even worse when I remember that people don’t know you’re mine.” Her eyes were pleading, and you smiled at her in acknowledgment.
“But nothing’s going to happen, because I love you more than anything.”
“I love you, too.” The words came out of her mouth with a satisfying ease. And even if you weren’t paying attention, it always made your heart swell with love. “But I think you have to show me that you really love me, you know… with more than just words.”
And then, there she was. Your Jimin, striking that confident, seductive pose of Karina’s. You knew that deep down, it was all her—you were in love with her, not some random source. The smile on Jimin’s lips sent shivers down your spine, and before you even realized it, you were already nodding in agreement.
“Show me how much you love me, jagiya.” Her hand gripped your shirt, pushing you gently just so she could lean against the kitchen island counter.
With your help, Karina had enough momentum to climb onto the counter, spreading her legs so you could settle between them. Your hands quickly moved toward her skirt, sliding under the soft fabric just to reach her panties. Your fingers worked swiftly as you slipped the delicate garment off her body.
“Do you want to keep them for me for now?” Karina’s voice made your ears perk up, and you nodded in agreement as you slipped her panties into your back pocket. “Good girl. Now get down on your knees for me and do a good job, pretty girl.”
Her fingers were already tangled in your hair, and before you even realized it, her hands were guiding you downward. Pushing her skirt up at her waist, you had a front-row view of Karina’s most intimate parts. She was already soaking wet, ready for you without even much foreplay. Licking your lips, your eyes darted upward, silently asking for permission as you felt her grip on your hair tighten.
“What are you waiting for, jagiya?!” The sarcastic smile on her lips made you tremble. “Go on and take what’s yours.”
You didn’t wait for her to speak again. Your tongue traced her folds with mastery, drawing a loud, hoarse moan from the lips of the woman on top of you. She tasted fantastic—the perfect balance of salty and sweet that you’d learned you couldn’t live without. Karina could think whatever she wanted about anything, but you still couldn’t come to terms with how she could still be so insecure about your love for her.
Your tongue moved expertly up and down her slit before settling on her clit, brushing against that sensitive spot and making her moan loudly. Your hands—which had been on her thighs—moved up to caress her tits. Watching your desire, the woman on top of you laughed softly.
“Do you want to touch my tits, baby?" She smiled as she heard you moaning in desperation. “Say the magic words.”
“Please, babe. Please, please, please.” The words came out desperately, and Karina didn’t hesitate to quickly strip off the blouse she was wearing. Her nimble fingers unfastened the clasp of her bra, only to toss it over her shoulder afterward.
“Go ahead, jagiya. Show me how much you love me.” Her words turned your brain into practically mush.
Your hand reached blindly for her nipples, while your mouth kept working on her. With the new stimulation, your girlfriend moaned loudly, throwing her head back and scratching your scalp with her fingernails. Your hands expertly groped each of her breasts, giving her the kind of pleasure you’ve learned to give her over all the years you’ve been together.
When Karina’s legs began to tremble, her hands pulled at your hair, making you moan in pain and lift your head until your face—covered in her arousal—was right in front of hers. She laughed softly at you; your eyes were bright and teary, your hair was a mess, and you looked like the cutest mess she’d ever seen.
She never told you, but she loved seeing just how flustered she could make you with so little. It was incredibly amusing to her how you—practically a giant—could shrink so much in her presence. You were bigger than her in size, in muscle, in strength. But anything she did left you completely defenseless, like a tiny ant in her hand. So small that she could do anything without hearing a single complaint.
Her hands slid from your hair, carefully tracing down your neck, moving slowly and sinuously over your breasts, and heading straight for the bulge in your pants. Her head tilted automatically to the right, while the smile on her face began to grow wider and wider.
“Oh, my baby. Are you really this hard for me?” You nodded quickly, as if your whole life depended on the answer you’d give her. “But I barely touched you. Did you get like this just from giving me pleasure?”
“Yes, Rina.” You managed to stammer. “Damn, it’s just that you’re so hot that I...”
The sound of the zipper opening made your words die in your throat, and for a moment you froze, just waiting for her next move.
“Go on, jagiya. I want to hear how much you worship me, remember?” Her hands glided over the restrictive fabric of your clothes, and you almost fell backward when you felt her delicate hand on your cock.
“I… I…” Trying once more, your cheeks flushed red when nothing came out of your mouth.
The movements of your girlfriend’s hand on your most vulnerable area were simply intoxicating, and the way she looked at you was only making things worse. She was teasing you, making you stutter, driving you almost to tears with pleasure. She was petty, mean, and even annoying at times. But God, you’d never have the courage to leave this woman.
“Take that off. It’s getting in my way.” Her command caught you off guard; the disdain in her voice, however, only made you even more turned on.
“Yes, ma’am.” The smile on your girlfriend’s face widened when she heard the words come out of your mouth.
God, no matter how big you were, she loved how she could make you feel as small as an ant.
You pulled down your pants as if your life depended on it—and maybe it did, because you swore you were about to die from horniness. Karina’s eyes made you feel like defenseless prey, being hunted and ready to suffer at the hands of your hunter. Your breath caught briefly as she guided you to her entrance without saying a word—she didn’t need to; her eyes spoke for themselves.
“Rina, I…” The words died on your lips when your girlfriend guided you into her, pulling you closer so you could finally make love to her. “Damn!”
Your pupils dilated, your eyes closed, and you had to take a deep breath to keep from losing what little composure you had left. Jimin’s walls squeezed you like the eighth wonder of the world, and it felt as though she had been made especially and solely for you. Your shirt was sticking to your body—which, by this point, was covered in sweat—and that sensation of losing yourself completely in pleasure was making your head spin a million times over.
On the other side, completely surrendered to you, was her. Her expression might have been a little like yours—eyes closed, eyebrows slightly furrowed—in a way that seemed to express all the pleasure she was feeling—and her lower lip clenched between her teeth. Karina loved how you gave her pleasure with the smallest of gestures. Just having you inside her—and the sensation of your length filling her perfectly and hitting all the right spots—made her want to slip a ring on your finger and shout to the whole world that you are and always will be her girl.
She isn’t exactly the type to show it, but Karina is just as crazy about you as you are about her. She’d never let you go. Never. When she thinks of pleasure, sex is the second thing that comes to her mind, since whenever she thinks of true pleasure, she thinks first of all the ways you take care of her. Everything that makes her feel completely safe and grounded, all the displays of affection, all the support you give her in her career, everything you’ve always made a point of doing for her.
All of that made her feel intoxicated by you.
And then came the sex.
“Jagyia, is everything okay?”
Her eyes—which had been focused on the way you fit inside her—looked up to meet yours directly. She wanted to shower you with kisses, to tell you how cute and sexy you looked when you were worried about her pleasure. But she held back, merely nodding before letting out a sigh and clinging tightly to your neck—pulling you close.
“It’s okay, my beautiful girl. You’re so good to me.” Her words made you moan involuntarily, only getting more turned on by her choice of words. “Come on, make me feel loved, jagiya.”
Her legs wrapped around your waist as she pulled you even deeper inside her. Your moans echoed through the kitchen, and as she nodded quickly, you began your thrusts slowly.
The position was slightly awkward. Karina’s back wasn’t straight, and she wasn’t fully lying on the counter. She was bent over slightly, holding that position so you’d fit exactly where she wanted you. Her body weight was supported by you, since she’d wrapped her arms and legs around you. The slow rhythm made her sigh every time you pulled out—leaving just the tip—and then buried yourself inside her again.
“Damn, babe. You’re so beautiful!” Your hands, which had previously been resting on the counter, reached for Jimin’s face.
Your thumb gently traced your girlfriend’s cheekbones as you gazed at her lovingly. Her flushed cheeks, her slightly teary eyes, her open mouth with the sighs and moans escaping from it—it all just made her look like a goddess to you.
“Baby...” she stammered, trying to form a complete sentence only to discover that the sensation of your cock sliding inside her made her dumber than she thought.
“How could you think I’d want anyone but you, jagiya?” Your voice was hoarse with pleasure, and your girlfriend’s moans grew even louder as you began to quicken your thrusts.
Her legs tightened around you as she pulled you closer. Her grip on your neck tightened as she finally let her back rest completely against the counter, basically pulling you on top of her. Your shoulders rose like a wall over Karina’s body, and your arms positioned beside her head, trapping her completely beneath you.
“Say you’re mine, jagiya.” Karina’s whisper made you moan; knowing she was so ecstatic she could barely speak was the most pleasurable thing for you.
“Of course I’m yours, Jimin.” The fast pace made you sigh and moan loudly, while your girlfriend threw her head back, producing a dull thud that echoed through the kitchen. “Forever, babe.”
Karina’s hands slowly slid down until they reached your shoulders; her nails raked across your muscles as she felt the knot forming inside her womb. You weren’t much different, being stimulated nonstop not only by the sensation of being inside your girlfriend, but also by her moans, her hands on your body, and the way she kept looking at you.
Her mouth opened in a sly moan as her legs began to tremble; your thrusts continued at the same rhythm while your fingers immediately found her clit, wanting her to experience as much pleasure as possible. Her teary eyes quickly welled up before tears of pleasure began to fall from her eyes. Her nails scratched your back like a wild animal, and all you could do was accept it and make sure she was having one of the best orgasms of her life.
“Baby...” You nodded in acknowledgment, showing her she didn’t need to say anything because you knew her like the back of your hand. “Come with me, please.”
She tightened her grip around you, making it a little harder for you to move. A moan escaped your lips at how tight she was, and the knot in your stomach soon dissolved along with hers. The two of you were connected and trapped in a cloud of pleasure and ecstasy that you always reached together, but never grew tired of. Karina’s eyes rolled back while you bit your lower lip hard enough to draw blood.
As she felt your thick streams of hot cum inside her, Karina’s thighs trembled more violently than before, before her body began to calm down again. The kitchen was now filled with the heavy breathing of both of you. And time seemed to have slowed down completely for a minute.
At least until you heard Jimin’s laughter echoing through the kitchen.
“What are you laughing at in there, huh?!” As you poked her sides, Karina’s body jumped, both of you moaning because you were still connected and extremely sensitive.
“Yah! Don’t do that, you idiot!” Her hand shot up and slapped your shoulder. Her eyebrows furrowed, only to smooth out again as she looked at the little smile on your face.
“I love you.” Her smile widened again as she heard those words come out of your mouth. The sincerity you always managed to convey to her when saying those same three words would always have a profound effect on her. “And I would never even think of anyone other than you.”
“Never?” You shook your head.
“Never. We’re going to stay together until the end. And I’m going to be one of those old ladies who fight in line at the convenience store so you can cut in front of everyone.” Her laughter echoed through the kitchen, making you smile as you looked at her.
“That’s way too romantic to say when you’re inside someone.” The smile quickly faded from your face as you rolled your eyes.
“Geez, you always ruin the romantic moment, Jimin.” Noticing that you were getting ready to pull away from her, your girlfriend pulled you close again. A huge smile spread across her face as her hand reached up to brush the messy strands of hair from your face.
TELL ME WE WEREN'T JUST FRIENDS giselle x fem!reader
bsf!giselle who likes the blur the line between friendship and something more
content: fem!reader, headcannons, homoerotic friendship, some hc's can be seen as a little bit toxic, she's just possessive okay, roommates, reader throws a pillow at giselle (but in a light-hearted way), jealousy, gigi is very touchy, a little bit suggestive if you squint, a joke about ningning being your third (too ningselle pilled i fear), the rest of aespa make like a two sec cameo, sana from twice mentioned too, giselle referred to as gigi at times
word count: 1.4k note: if you want a homoerotic friendship just hmu 🤞
୨ৎ bsf!giselle who sends you the most romantic videos with a message that reads 'us' underneath
୨ৎ bsf!giselle who takes those 'initials that are made for each other' videos very seriously and sends you them whenever yours are paired up
୨ৎ bsf!giselle who calls you more pet names than any partner you've ever dated has (baby, sweetheart, darling, cutie)
୨ৎ bsf!giselle who regularly walks into the bathroom when you're showering because "we're best friends, it's chill."
୨ৎ bsf!giselle who makes sure to leave the door unlocked when she's showering in the hopes that you'll walk in
୨ৎ bsf!giselle who gets irrationality upset whenever you go on dates with somebody.
"gigi, i'm home!" you call out, stepping through your apartment door and hanging up your coat. you receive no response, but just choke it up to your best friend playing music in her headphones too loud.
you find giselle in the kitchen, cooking a meal for one, which is fair considering your date just treated you to dinner......and then some.
the only sign of her acknowledgement the tenseing of her shoulders and the way her grip tightens on her spoon when she glances up and sees you standing in the doorway. or rather, sees the smudged lipstick mark on your neck you failed to completely rub off.
"gigi?" you try again. there's nothing obstructing her hearing — her headphones charging in the living room and her phone still on her bed — so she's just....choosing to ignore you?
an awkward silence, then, once she's done cooking, a process which you can tell she was trying to do as quickly as possible, she carries her food — her comfort meal, you faintly note — to her room and slams the door shut without a word.
୨ৎ bsf!giselle who is so touchy and affectionate that most people assume you're dating.
"so, how long have you been together?" an acquaintance asks, motioning to giselle's hand draped around your waist, her thumb softly rubbing your hip.
"oh we're not—" you start, at the same time giselle says, "about two years now."
the people you're meeting look a little confused, but if anyone has any suspicions, no one says anything, instead continuing to ask questions about your relationship, to which giselle answers with such an ease it makes you wonder if she's thought about it before.
afterwards, you ask her about it. "so what was that about?"
"what? it was funny," giselle just shrugs. "you looked so cute, trying to come up with answers to their questions."
"you put me on the spot! and anyways, you answered everything like a pro, i don't know how you're so quick on your feet."
"it's not like it's that hard to put our relationship into a romantic context," she counters, "you just got all flustered and blanked."
"huh, i guess it's not." you think on the late nights together, the shared looks, how in tune you are with each other, how touchy. "but still, you took me off guard. i probably looked like a fool."
giselle shakes her head, "you looked beautiful.....and maybe extremely awkward, yeah, but still beautiful."
you whip your head around in mock outrage, trying and failing to hide the grin spreading across your lips, "gigi!"
"what!? i called you beautiful, focus on that!"
୨ৎ bsf!giselle who glares at anyone who tries to make a move on you
୨ৎ bsf!giselle who constantly 'jokes' about making out with you
୨ৎ bsf!giselle who, in the summer, wears the shortest possible clothes around you, partly because of the heat but mostly because she loves the way it makes you flustered
"it's so hot in here," giselle groans, pulling her t-shirt off over her head. you can't say you disagree with her, the summer air making the room feel almost claustrophobic, but you haven't stripped off yet, since you're wearing nothing underneath your shirt. not that giselle would mind, a traitorous part of your mind whispers.
you open your mouth, then close it and swallow, taking her all in: the toned outline of her abs — since when did she have abs? — the faint beads of sweat on her skin, the stick-n-poke tattoo on her hip you drunkenly did one night, the lacy pink bra, her sharp collarbones, her —
she notices you staring, "what? it's nothing you haven't seen before."
that snaps you out of it, protesting immediately, "that was an accident! and it was your fault, you didn't lock the door! i had my headphones on, how was i supposed to hear you showering?"
"or maybe....you walked in on purpose?" she smirks. "that must be why you're getting so heated, hmm?"
you throw a pillow at her head in response, unable to come up with a verbal reply.
୨ৎ bsf!giselle who makes you a personalised playlist and puts the most romantic and sexual songs she can find on it
୨ৎ bsf!giselle who gets jealous when you mention the other friends you have
"oh, me and sana are going shopping tomorrow," you casually mention over dinner.
giselle pauses, her pasta abandoned on her fork, "sana? i could've come with you, you know? you didn't need to ask her"
you shrug, "well, it was her idea. there's a new store she wanted to check out, but you can come too, if you wanna? i doubt she'd mind."
"nah, i'm good," giselle waves you off, but the tension in her shoulders tells you she's anything but.
୨ৎ bsf!giselle who regularly hosts sleepovers in her room because 'sleeping together is more fun'
୨ৎ bsf!giselle who always feeds you the first bite of her food
୨ৎ bsf!giselle who jokingly calls you her girlfriend/wife
୨ৎ bsf!giselle who always keeps you close at the club, for your safety but also because she wants to feel you dance against her
୨ৎ bsf!giselle who caresses your thigh under the blanket during move night
୨ৎ bsf!giselle who stands behind you, playing with your bra strap while you're waiting in line (that one winselle moment....ik what you are)
୨ৎ bsf!giselle who always comments the most outrageous things on your posts
user notaeri: it's purring your name 😼
⤷ user y/nthings (replying to notaeri): but you have a dog??
⤷ user notaeri (replying to y/nthings): exactly
⤷ user minjeongisbored (replying to notaeri): seriously why are you two like this?
୨ৎ bsf!giselle who posts suggestive pictures in the hopes you'll see them
user y/nthings: never have i ever wanted to be a donut so badly
⤷ user notaeri (replying to y/nthings): come over and i'll make you a glazed one bby 💋
⤷ user minjeongisbored (replying to notaeri): pls get a room 😐
⤷ user notyizho (replying to minjeongisbored): nah i'm enjoying this 🥵
⤷ user yu_jimin (replying to notyizho): just say you wanna be their third...it's okay
୨ৎ bsf!giselle who is much more intimate with you than your other friends are, leading you to question her about it.
"gigi, do you think we're too close?" you ask, breaking the silence of the night.
the timing of the question is almost comical, considering you're both lying in bed together, your leg hooked over her hip and your head settled on her chest, rubbing her waist under her shirt. meanwhile, giselle traces little circles on the small of your back with one hand, her other entwined with yours, so close you can feel her breathing.
"you wanna move?" she asks. more often than not, you find yourselves sleeping in this position or something like it, so the closeness of your bodies have never really been called into question.
"no like, just in general. i would never do this with my other friends," you're quick to clarify, not wanting her to pull away.
"thank god," giselle mumbles under her breath, grip tightening just a little, too quiet to her over the constant whirr of the air conditioning.
"huh? i didn't catch that." you lift your head up slightly so you can see her face, illuminated by the moonlight sneaking in through the curtains.
"don't worry about it." she shakes her head. "but no, i don't think we're too close. i think what we have — friendship, something more, whatever you wanna call it — is perfect."
"you're not like this with your other friends, are you?" is that insecurity giselle hears in your voice, or something else?
"of course not." she presses a soft kiss on the top of your head, so faint you might as well be dreaming. "only you."
author's note : guess what, this was from a request in november LMAO. but anyways enjoy or whatever. mostly fluff at the start but trust me here. you can already guess what it's abt, breeding, yeah
The late afternoon sun, a weak, pale gold, stretched long shadows across the polished floor of your apartment. Minjeong sat curled on the sofa, a book open in her lap, though her gaze drifted past the pages to the cityscape outside your window. Her quiet presence filled the space, a soft hum beneath the city's distant thrum. You watched her from the kitchen, wiping down the counters, the scent of fresh coffee lingering. Her hair, a dark spill against the cream cushion, caught the light, gleaming.
You walked over, settling beside her, your arm naturally finding its way around her shoulders. She leaned into your warmth, a soft sigh escaping her lips.
“What are you thinking about?” you asked, your voice a low rumble.
She didn’t answer immediately, her fingers tracing the worn edges of the book cover. “The park today,” she finally murmured, her voice soft, almost a whisper. “Those twins. Remember?”
A smile touched your lips. You remembered. The small, sun-drenched patch of green near the Han River, the air alive with the shouts and laughter of children. Minjeong had stopped, captivated, by a pair of identical toddlers chasing a bright red ball. Their chubby legs pumped furiously, their giggles echoing, pure and unburdened. She watched them, a strange, wistful expression softening her usually composed features. You hadn't seen her so utterly absorbed in something so simple in a long time.
“They were cute,” you agreed, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. Her hair smelled faintly of almonds.
“So much energy,” she continued, a faint smile playing on her lips. “And they held hands when they ran, even when they fell.” She shifted, turning slightly to face you, her clear eyes holding a thoughtful depth. “Did you see the little girl with the flower in her hair? She kept trying to share her snack with the pigeons, even when her mother told her not to.”
You chuckled. “She was determined.”
Minjeong nodded, her gaze drifting back to the window. “They just… live. Without thinking too much.” She closed the book, placing it neatly on the coffee table. Her fingers absently toyed with the hem of her sweater. “Sometimes I wish I could just… live like that.”
You tightened your arm around her, pulling her a little closer. She rested her head against your chest, and you felt the steady rhythm of her breath. “You do, Minjeong-ah. You just think a little deeper about it.”
“It’s different,” she whispered. “They have so much… future. So much waiting for them.”
A comfortable silence settled between you, filled only by the distant sounds of the city and the soft beat of your heart against her ear. Her quiet observations often led to these moments, where the mundane transformed into something profound under her gentle scrutiny. You loved that about her – the way she found beauty and meaning in the smallest things, then shared them with you, unspoken.
The next week brought a whirlwind of family. Your cousin’s engagement party buzzed with relatives, laughter, and the clinking of glasses. You found yourself navigating a sea of familiar faces, Minjeong a calm anchor beside you. Your cousin, Hyejin, a whirlwind of energy even as a child, now had a two-year-old son, Yuhan, who was just as boisterous.
Yuhan, a tiny force of nature with a mop of dark hair and huge, curious eyes, quickly latched onto Minjeong. He was a small, insistent shadow, tugging at her skirt, offering her half-eaten cookies, and demanding she watch his toy car zoom across the polished floor. Minjeong, usually reserved in large gatherings, surprised you. She knelt, eye-level with him, her voice softer than usual as she engaged in his make-believe world.
“Vroom, vroom!” Yuhan shouted, pushing a miniature fire truck towards her.
Minjeong’s lips curved into a gentle smile. “Oh, is it going to save the day?”
He nodded vigorously, his eyes wide. “Fire!”
“Where’s the fire, little hero?” she asked, her finger tracing the tiny ladder on the truck.
He pointed vaguely towards the buffet table, then giggled, falling into a heap of baby fat and joy. Minjeong scooped him up, careful of his small, flailing limbs, and settled him on her hip. He immediately buried his face in her shoulder, a contented sigh escaping him. She carried him like he weighed nothing, swaying slightly, a maternal instinct you hadn't fully recognized in her before blooming in full view.
Your aunt, noticing the scene, nudged you with a knowing smile. “Minjeong looks good with a baby, doesn’t she, Y/N?”
You just smiled, a warmth spreading through your chest. She did. She looked natural, beautiful, a quiet strength radiating from her as she held the sleeping toddler. Yuhan’s small hand gripped a handful of her hair, his thumb occasionally finding its way to his mouth. Minjeong stroked his back, a tender, almost unconscious gesture.
Later, as you drove home, the city lights blurring past, Minjeong remained unusually quiet. Yuhan’s scent, a mix of baby powder and faint cookie crumbs, still clung to her sweater.
“He’s cute,” you offered, breaking the silence.
“He is,” she agreed, her voice still soft, distant. She looked out the window, her reflection superimposed over the passing neon signs. “He just fell asleep in my arms. Like it was the most natural thing in the world.”
“You’re good with kids, Minjeong-ah.”
She turned her head, her eyes meeting yours in the dim light of the car. A faint flush touched her cheeks. “I just… I liked holding him. His little breaths against my neck.” She paused, then added, almost as an afterthought, “He has your cousin’s eyes, but his mother’s smile.”
You reached across the console, taking her hand. Her fingers were cool, slender, but strong. “You notice everything.”
She intertwined her fingers with yours, a small squeeze. “Sometimes it’s hard not to.”
A few weeks later, a local festival transformed a quiet street into a vibrant spectacle of food stalls, street performers, and games. You and Minjeong wandered through the crowds, the scent of roasted chestnuts and tteokbokki filling the air. A small group of children, no older than seven or eight, huddled around a ring toss game, their faces scrunched in concentration. One boy, his hair a wild mess, struggled to land a ring on a brightly painted wooden peg. He kept missing, his frustration growing with each failed attempt.
Minjeong, ever the observer, stopped. She watched him for a few moments, then, without a word, walked over. You followed, curious.
“Having trouble?” she asked, her voice gentle.
The boy looked up, startled, then nodded, his lower lip jutting out. “It’s too hard.”
Minjeong knelt, her posture graceful. “Maybe you’re holding it too tight.” She took a ring from the pile, her fingers demonstrating a loose, easy grip. “Try to relax your wrist. And aim for the base of the peg, not the top.”
She handed him a ring. He looked at her, then at the peg, then back at her, a flicker of hope in his eyes. He tried again, mimicking her subtle movements. This time, the ring sailed true, landing with a satisfying clack around the peg. His face lit up, a wide, triumphant grin splitting his face.
“I did it!” he shouted, jumping up and down. His friends cheered.
Minjeong smiled, a genuine, unreserved smile that reached her eyes, making them sparkle. “You did.”
He ran off, clutching his small prize, shouting his victory to anyone who would listen. Minjeong watched him go, a wistful expression returning to her face.
“You’re a natural coach,” you commented, wrapping an arm around her waist.
She leaned into your touch. “He just needed a little guidance.” Her gaze swept over the festival, lingering on a mother pushing a stroller, then on a group of teenagers laughing raucously. “It’s nice, isn’t it? All this life.”
“It is,” you agreed, pulling her closer. You felt her sigh, a soft, almost imperceptible sound.
That night, lying in bed, the city a muted hum outside your window, Minjeong shifted, turning to face you. The moonlight, filtered through the blinds, striped the room in silver and shadow, highlighting the delicate curve of her cheekbone, the soft line of her lips.
“Oppa,” she murmured, her voice barely audible.
“Hm?” you responded, sleepily. Your arm was draped over her waist, your fingers resting on the smooth skin of her stomach beneath her nightshirt.
She took a deep breath, and you felt the subtle rise and fall of her chest. “I want a baby.”
The words, so direct, so utterly unexpected, cut through the sleepy haze. Your eyes blinked open, adjusting to the dim light. You propped yourself up on an elbow, looking down at her. Her eyes, usually so calm, held a new, intense light.
“Minjeong-ah,” you began, your voice thick with surprise. “Are you serious?”
She nodded, her gaze unwavering. “I am. So serious, Oppa.” Her hand, cool and soft, reached up, her fingers tracing the line of your jaw. “I’ve been thinking about it. A lot. The twins at the park, Yuhan, that little boy at the festival…” She paused, her voice dropping to a whisper. “It just feels… right. Like something’s missing.”
You swallowed, your heart beginning to pound a little faster. This wasn’t a casual thought, not a passing fancy. This was Minjeong, quiet, observant Minjeong, articulating a deep, profound longing. You saw the intensity in her eyes, the raw vulnerability in her expression.
“You want to… start a family?” you asked, the words feeling foreign, yet thrilling on your tongue.
“With you,” she clarified, her grip tightening on your jaw. “Only with you, Oppa. I want your baby.” Her eyes searched yours, a silent plea. “I want to feel it grow inside me. I want to see its tiny fingers, its little toes. I want to hold it, just like I held Yuhan. I want to watch it learn to walk, to talk, to laugh.” Her voice cracked slightly with emotion. “I want to give it everything. Everything we have.”
The weight of her words, the depth of her desire, settled over you. Your Minjeong, usually so composed, was laid bare, her longing radiating from her like a physical heat. You saw the baby fever, not as a fleeting whim, but as a powerful, undeniable force that had taken root within her. And looking at her, at the raw, vulnerable plea in her eyes, you knew, with absolute certainty, that you wanted this too. More than you had ever consciously realized.
“Minjeong-ah,” you breathed, leaning down, pressing your forehead against hers. Her skin was warm, soft. “Are you sure? This is… a big step.”
“I’ve never been surer of anything in my life, Oppa,” she whispered, her voice firm despite the tremor in her hands. She pushed herself up, her body pressing against yours, her legs tangling with yours under the covers. Her eyes, dark and luminous in the moonlight, held yours captive. “I want to feel you inside me, Oppa. I want you to fill me up. I want to be pregnant with your child.”
Her hand slipped from your jaw, trailing down your neck, over your shoulder, and then, with a bold, almost desperate move, she reached for the waistband of your pajama bottoms. Her fingers, cool against your heated skin, found the thick, hard evidence of your own rising desire. You gasped, a low groan rumbling in your chest.
“I want you to make me a mother, Oppa,” she insisted, her voice now husky, laced with a plea that was both tender and fiercely demanding. Her touch, light yet firm, sent shivers through you. “Tonight. Right now.”
Her eyes, usually so serene, blazed with an almost primal intensity. This was a side of Minjeong you rarely saw, this unbridled passion, this unapologetic demand for something so fundamental. It thrilled you, aroused you beyond measure.
“Minjeong-ah,” you whispered, your voice rough with need. You moved your hand from her waist, sliding it up her back, cupping the soft curve of her head, pulling her closer until her lips were a breath away from yours. “You don’t have to ask.”
Her breath hitched. “I want to hear you say it.”
“I want to fill you, Minjeong-ah,” you rasped, your lips brushing hers. “I want to give you a baby. I want to make you a mother.”
A soft, guttural sound escaped her, a mix of relief and fierce anticipation. Her mouth met yours then, not in her usual soft, lingering kiss, but with an urgent, hungry press. Her lips were soft, yielding, but her tongue, once it found yours, was bold, seeking, intertwining with yours in a dance of pure, unadulterated desire. You tasted coffee, a hint of something sweet, and the intoxicating flavor that was uniquely Minjeong.
Her hands, no longer content with just your erection, fumbled with the drawstring of your pajamas. You helped her, your fingers trembling slightly as you peeled the fabric down your hips, freeing your swollen cock. It sprang forth, hot and heavy, throbbing with a life of its own.
“Oh, Oppa,” she breathed against your lips, her eyes dropping to your engorged member, a flicker of awe in their depths. Her fingers, delicate and slender, wrapped around your shaft, her thumb stroking the sensitive head. A shiver ran through you, a delicious jolt of pleasure. Her touch was feather-light, yet it held an electric current that traveled straight to your core.
You broke the kiss, needing air, needing to see her face, to absorb every nuance of her desire. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen and glistening. Her chest rose and fell rapidly beneath her thin nightshirt, her nipples, you could feel, were already hard and aching against the fabric.
“You’re beautiful,” you murmured, your voice thick with adoration. You reached down, pulling her nightshirt up and over her head, discarding it onto the floor. Her body, pale and luminous in the moonlight, was exquisite. Her breasts, full and round, rose enticingly, her nipples already firm, beckoning. Her stomach, flat and soft, stretched down to the dark triangle of her pubic hair, a lush, inviting garden.
She shivered under your gaze, but it was a shiver of excitement, not cold. Her hands, still wrapped around your cock, began to move, stroking you with a slow, deliberate rhythm that sent waves of pleasure through you. You closed your eyes, groaning softly, leaning back into the pillows, allowing her to take control.
“I want to feel every bit of you, Oppa,” she whispered, her voice a low purr. Her fingers tightened, her touch becoming more insistent. She ran her thumb over the tip of your cock, a slick bead of pre-cum already glistening there. “Every inch.”
You opened your eyes, watching her. Her focus was absolute, her gaze fixed on your cock, her lips slightly parted in concentration. She lowered her head then, her dark hair falling forward, obscuring her face. Your breath hitched in your throat as her warm, wet mouth enveloped the head of your cock.
A gasp tore from your lips. Her tongue, soft and agile, swirled around the sensitive tip, teasing, tasting. She sucked you in deeper, a rhythmic pull that sent jolts of exquisite pleasure through your entire body. The suction was incredible, the warmth of her mouth, the gentle rasp of her tongue against your shaft. You gripped the sheets, your knuckles white, your hips instinctively arching into her.
She continued, a master of her craft, her lips and tongue working in perfect harmony, drawing you deeper, then releasing you slightly, only to take you in again, each time a little further. The sounds she made, soft moans and humming noises, were like music to your ears, fueling your desire. Her cheeks hollowed with each suck, her jaw working tirelessly.
You reached down, burying your fingers in her soft hair, holding her head gently, urging her on. “Oh, Minjeong-ah,” you groaned, your voice ragged. “That feels… incredible.”
She pulled away for a moment, her mouth wet and glistening, a thin strand of saliva connecting her lips to the tip of your cock. She looked up at you, her eyes heavy-lidded, dark with desire. “I want to taste you, Oppa. I want to feel all of you.”
Then, with a low growl, she returned, her mouth encompassing more of your shaft, her throat working, trying to take you deeper. You felt the warm, wet pressure of her throat, the soft give of her flesh as she tried to swallow you whole. Your balls, heavy and full, slapped gently against her chin as she bobbed her head, relentlessly, tirelessly.
You were on the verge, the pleasure building, a tight knot in your stomach. “Minjeong-ah,” you gasped, tugging gently at her hair. “Easy, baby. I don’t want to come yet.”
She pulled away, her breathing heavy. Her lips were swollen, red, her eyes still clouded with desire. “I want you to be so full, Oppa,” she whispered, her voice breathless. “So ready to fill me.”
She crawled up the bed, straddling your hips, her knees pressing into the mattress beside your thighs. Her eyes, still locked with yours, held a fierce determination. She reached down, her fingers tracing the path from your navel down your abdomen, over your cock, and then, slowly, deliberately, between her own legs.
You watched, mesmerized, as her fingers parted the soft folds of her labia, revealing her clit, already swollen and glistening, and the dark, wet entrance to her pussy. A gasp escaped you. She was already so wet, so ready. The sight of her, so open, so eager, sent another jolt of desire through you.
“Look, Oppa,” she whispered, her voice raw. “See how wet I am for you? See how much I want you inside me?” She pressed her fingers against her clit, rubbing gently, her hips beginning a slow, sensual grind against your erection.
You reached out, your hand covering hers, your fingers mingling with hers as they continued to stroke her clit. Her hips rocked against you, her wet pussy brushing against the head of your cock, sending exquisite friction through you. The soft, slick sound of skin against skin filled the quiet room.
“You’re so beautiful, Minjeong-ah,” you murmured, your voice husky. You leaned up, kissing her neck, her shoulder, tasting the salty sweetness of her skin. She arched into your touch, her head falling back, a soft moan escaping her lips.
Her hand left her clit, moving lower, guiding your engorged cock to her entrance. She parted her lips, her eyes meeting yours, a silent question in their depths.
“Are you ready for me, Minjeong-ah?” you asked, your voice thick with barely suppressed lust.
“More than ready, Oppa,” she whispered, her eyes burning into yours. “I need you. Now.”
With a soft groan, you pushed forward, the head of your cock pressing against her wet, slick folds. She gasped, her body tensing slightly, then relaxing as you began to slide inside. The entrance was tight, so incredibly tight, a warm, wet embrace that squeezed your shaft, making you groan with pleasure.
You pushed deeper, slowly, deliberately, allowing her body to adjust, to stretch around you. Her pipsies, soft and plump, cushioned your cock, making the sensation even more intense. The soft, squelching sound filled the air as your cock slowly, inch by agonizing inch, disappeared inside her.
She whimpered, her fingers digging into your shoulders, her back arching. “Oh, Oppa,” she breathed, her voice a ragged gasp. “So big. So full.”
You continued to push, until the base of your cock met her pubic bone, until you were buried completely inside her, your balls nestling against her wet pussy lips. You paused, gasping for breath, feeling the incredible warmth, the tightness, the absolute perfection of being fully embedded within her. Her muscles contracted around you, a sensual clenching that sent shivers of pure ecstasy through your entire being.
“You feel incredible, Minjeong-ah,” you whispered, your voice hoarse with emotion. You looked down at her, her face flushed, her eyes half-closed in pleasure, her lips parted in a soft moan. Her body, so perfectly wrapped around yours, was a dream come true.
She began to move, a slow, sensual grind, her hips rocking against yours, pushing you deeper, then pulling you out slightly, only to plunge you back in again. The rhythm was hypnotic, primal. The wet, slapping sound of your bodies joining, the soft gasps and moans escaping her lips, filled the room.
You matched her rhythm, your hips lifting, thrusting into her with increasing urgency. Each stroke was a revelation, a deeper plunge into the heart of her wet, welcoming core. Her pussy muscles clenched and released around you, milking your cock with every movement, sending waves of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm you.
“Oh, Oppa,” she cried out, her voice rising in pitch, her fingers gripping your shoulders tighter, her nails digging into your skin. “Faster. Please, Oppa. Faster.”
You obeyed, your thrusts becoming more powerful, more urgent. Your balls slapped against her ass, a soft, rhythmic thud. The bed creaked with your movements. Her head thrashed on the pillow, her dark hair fanning out around her. Her moans became louder, more desperate, a beautiful symphony of pleasure.
You watched her, her face a mask of pure ecstasy, her mouth open, gasping for air. Her clit, you could feel, was being stimulated with every thrust, the friction building, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
“I’m going to come, Oppa,” she gasped, her voice thick with impending climax. “I’m so close.”
You leaned down, capturing her lips in a fierce, hungry kiss. Her tongue met yours, intertwining, sharing the taste of your combined desire. You plunged into her, deep and hard, your hips driving into her with a primal need to claim her, to fill her, to make her yours completely.
Her body tensed, her pussy clenching around your cock, milking you with incredible force. A guttural cry tore from her throat as she arched her back, her body convulsing, her climax washing over her in powerful waves. You felt the contractions, the incredible release, squeezing your cock, pulling you deeper into her.
You held her tight, feeling her tremors, her body shuddering against yours. The sight of her, so utterly consumed by pleasure, pushed you over the edge. With a primal roar, you felt the hot, thick rush of your cum surging from your cock, deep inside her, filling her womb, filling her with your essence, with the promise of new life.
You groaned, your body shaking, your muscles spasming as your orgasm ripped through you, a searing, all-consuming release. You collapsed onto her, your weight heavy, your breath coming in ragged gasps. Your cock, still throbbing, remained buried deep inside her, pulsing with the last echoes of your climax.
She lay beneath you, still trembling, her breath slowly returning to normal. Her hand, still clutching your shoulder, relaxed, her fingers stroking your back gently.
“Oppa,” she whispered, her voice soft, contented, a hint of awe in her tone. “You filled me. You really filled me.”
You lifted your head, looking down at her. Her eyes, now soft and hazy, met yours. A small, contented smile played on her lips. A bead of sweat trickled down your temple, and you felt the warmth of her wetness, the stickiness of your cum, oozing from between her legs, a tangible sign of your union.
“I hope so, Minjeong-ah,” you murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I truly hope so.”
You stayed like that for a long time, entangled, your bodies still joined, the quiet sounds of your breathing filling the room. The initial intensity slowly faded, replaced by a deep, profound sense of peace and intimacy. You felt the warmth of her body against yours, the subtle throb of your cock still deep within her, slowly softening.
Eventually, you carefully withdrew, a soft, wet plop as your cock slid out of her. You pulled the duvet over both of you, tucking it snugly around her shoulders. She snuggled into your side, her head resting on your chest, her hand finding yours and intertwining their fingers.
“It feels different now,” she whispered, her voice sleepy, yet thoughtful. “Like… something has shifted.”
You kissed the top of her head, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair, mixed now with the musky scent of sex. “It has, baby. Everything has.”
You felt her smile against your chest. “I love you, Oppa.”
“I love you more, Minjeong-ah,” you responded, your voice thick with emotion. You held her close, tracing patterns on her skin, your mind already envisioning a future filled with tiny hands, soft giggles, and the boundless love of a family you would create together. The baby fever had taken root, not just in her, but in you too, a beautiful, overwhelming force that promised a lifetime of joy. You closed your eyes, drifting off to sleep, a quiet certainty settling deep in your heart.
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Summary: At the beach with your flirty friend Karina, applying sunscreen on her back turns into something more...
Genre: smut, friends to lovers, female reader
Word count: <1k
Applying suncream on Karina’s narrow back… that was totally normal, right?
Your hands trembled as you massaged the sunscreen over her shoulder blades and down the lightly furred dimple of her spine.
This was something friends did for each other all the time. You were sure it didn't mean anything. It couldn't mean anything. You were nothing special to Karina - she was equally flirty and friendly with everyone.
You sat straddling her back. She was in a tiny black bikini and shorts, the neatly looped black bow the only part of her back you couldn't reach.
Your fingers kept skating towards it, but you didn't dare to slip underneath.
“Just undo it,” she said, her voice a little muffled. She was resting her cheek on her hands, eyes shut like she barely cared.
“The-?” you stuttered.
Karina huffed, reaching behind to flick open the black bow.
You gazed at the thin tan line underneath, then finally dared to skate your fingers over it. You tried not to think about her soft breasts squished on the sand.
“Go lower, too,” Karina said, in a strange voice. If you didn't know better, you might think she was nervous.
You shimmied down to her legs, then gazed at the hem of her shorts. It was impossible not to stare. Her butt squeezed out of the distressed denim. Sand and seawater caked her thighs.
The shorts were so tiny that where they went between her legs, you could see a sliver of black bikini bottom and a dusting of pussy hair. Your throat went dry.
She shimmied down her shorts for you to apply the suncream. Your fingers timidly covered the area.
The shorts went lower and lower until she just kicked them onto the sand, leaving her in only her bikini bottom.
For a second, your fingers accidentally skated over the edge of her pussy. Karina sucked in a breath.
“Sorry!” you said, upsetting the suncream bottle in the sand. “That was an accident. I swear.”
“Are you sure?” she said, and suddenly, her brown eyes were staring seriously into yours.
“What?”
“I mean…” she said, her fingers tracing shapes in the sand. “That would be a shame. What if I wanted you to touch me there… again?”
“Here? In public?” you whispered, eyeing the couples sunbathing a little way off, the kids playing in the distant ocean. You couldn't believe what you were hearing. It was all happening too fast. You needed time to think.
She batted her thick eyelashes, lying down like she was about to nap in the sand again. “I suppose it was a mistake.”
This was your moment. You had to act now, or Karina would never look at you like this again.
Daring your hand to stay still, you slipped her bikini bottom to the side, and slid your fingers over her bare pussy.
To your shock, it already glistened with wetness. It was softer than you could ever imagine, except for the gritty sensation of sand.
Karina’s eyes were still closed, but you could feel her rolling her hips up against your hand.
Unable to resist, you slipped a finger inside her, and earned a sweet sigh. She was burning hot, and sucked your finger in so deep you were breathless.
You buried your fingers in her pussy, knuckle deep, tracing every sigh, every tremble of the fat of her butt.
When you looked up, you saw the couple nearest staring at you, but you didn't care. Karina had no idea, and you knew she looked beautiful. Let them stare.
When she came, it was with a low, husky moan. Wetness soaked your fingertips.
Karina twirled around, flashing you a shy smile. Her bikini top, still untied, slipped off her chest, revealing her large breasts and round, dark nipples.
She pressed the cups to her chest, laughing. “I forgot it was untied.”
“No,” you said. “I want to see. You're beautiful.”
Looking quickly around, she let it slip down again, then pressed shyly against you.
Her fingers slid inside your bikini bottoms. As soon as she plunged her fingers inside you, you came with a shudder.
“Sorry,” you mumbled. “I—I was so worked up, and-”
“I like it. Easy to please,” she whispered in your ear. “I think I can get more than one orgasm out of you. Wanna see my hotel room?”
You couldn't agree fast enough.
Once you both looked respectable, she grabbed your hand and you ran down the shore.
“I like you, you know!” Karina called into the wind. “That's why I invited you out today, away from the others. Because I like you!”
You were so giddy you felt like you were flying. Karina didn't need to hear that you liked her back. It was obvious to anyone with eyes that you were head over heels.
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