in which you, fed up with dating rumours with men, start your own with your best friend and group member, megan skiendiel chapter one: i love queerbating
content: seventh member!reader, fem!reader, omegaverse jokes, sub!megan jokes, yunjin (le sserafim) and james (cortis) mentioned, fake dating ss count: 5 note: new smau!! i hope you guys enjoy it <3
tags: dubcon, overstimulation, pathetic!megan🤤 men and mdni
summary: megan accidentally cums in you, and she realises that she likes the feeling so much she want to do it over and over and over again
word count: 1.7k
she presses her body flush against you, her cock nudging insistently between your thighs, and though you're both covered, you can see the bulge, her precum leaking through her boxers.
“please, baby," megan begs, her breath hot against your neck as she grinds her hips. the heat between your legs intensifies as she rubs against you, her hands slipping under your shirt to caress your bare skin.
you shift slightly, letting out a quiet moan despite yourself, and her fingers trace circles around your nipples, pinching gently before moving lower. she dips her fingers under the waistband of your pajama shorts, sliding them over your hip bones.
“megan,” you warn, though your voice lacks its usual strength. you can't deny that you're not turned on, and megan could tell from the slightly tremor in your voice, moving ahead.
megan's fingers trace lower, skimming the edge of your panties before dipping beneath the fabric. a slow breath escapes as she finds your folds already slick with need.
“y/n, please” she whines, dragging a single finger through your wetness. “look baby, you want it too.”
your hips jerk involuntarily, your body betraying how much you want this despite your resistance. she circles your clit with light pressure, drawing a shaky exhale from you.
“megan, get off,” you whisper, feeling her pressing her body firmly against yours. her cock throbs between your thighs, the heat of it seeping through her boxers and your shorts.
her teeth graze your earlobe as she continues her exploration, her fingers sliding through your slickness with expert control, and each touch sends waves of pleasure through you, making it harder to resist the urge to give in fully.
your breath quickens as megan's fingers work you into a fever pitch, the slickness between your thighs falling down onto the bed. her cock twitches against your body, and you can feel her heart hammering against your back as she holds you close.
the room spins slightly as pleasure coils deep inside you, her touch so skilled it borders on evil in its restraint.
“say yes,” she mewls, nipping at your shoulder as her fingers finally dip inside you, just the tip, teasing.
“megan… shit!” your back arches instinctively, pressing your ass against the hard length trapped between your bodies. a sharp gasp escapes your lips as she thrusts them deep, curling her fingers inside you, already finding the spot that makes your toes curl.
“you can feel how much i want you, baby.. how much i need to be inside you.” her free hand slides up your stomach, fingers tracing along your ribcage before settling on your breast. she pinches your nipple through the fabric of your shirt, the sharp sting sending sparks through your body.
the pressure inside you builds as her fingers slip deeper, your muscles clamping around her as your breathing grows ragged. “not yet…” you manage to make out, sharply inhaling when she stills. “what are you doing?”
“say yes.” megan pouts, “and i'll continue.”
“ugh.. fuck.” you roll your eyes, moving your hips so that her fingers hit so deep you feel your orgasm approaching. “okay! just… don't stop.”
megan lets out a groan against your neck, her body shuddering with satisfaction at your submission.
“fuck yes,” she sighs dreamily, her fingers working faster now, pressing deeper as your walls clench around her.
her other hand grips your hip, holding you in place as she pistons her fingers in and out of you, her palm grinding against your clit. you roll your head back against megan, feeling her cock twitch against your ass again. you can feel it, hard, desperate for you. and you want it.
megan's fingers curl inside you, pressing against that spot deep within, and your walls clench around her, but they seem useless now that you've agreed to letting her fuck you, and megan feels it too.
“see? knew you wanted it too.” megan preens, peeling your shorts and panties down your thighs with ease, her fingers hooking under the fabric to drag them past your knees. the cool air hits your exposed pussy, your clit still pulsing from her fingers, and you hear her breath catch.
“wow,” she gulps, gripping her cock as she shifted back to admire you. “you're soaked.”
you turn your head to look back up at her, annoyed. “just hurry up and stop talking or you won't fuck me.”
megan nods quickly, looking back down at her thick, swollen head glistens with precum, twitching as she pumps it slowly in her fist. you can feel yourself shaking with need as she moves closer again, the heat from her body radiating against your back. her hands slide around your hips, pulling you flush against her.
you turn your head, looking over your shoulder at her as you bite your lip, breath ragged, and she catches your gaze, dark with hunger, and a slow smirk curves her face as she watches you.
“y/n? what?” she asks, voice low. her hands grip your hip, holding you firmly against her as she grinds her cock against your ass. you nod, lips parting as another moan slips out, a lustful yes. megan's smile widens when she hears your voice.
“fuck me,” you gasp, pushing your ass back on her. her answering groan vibrates against your head as she pushes the head of her cock inside you.
the initial stretch burns in the best possible way, your walls quivering as she slowly sinks deeper. “you're so.. mmff… big.. too big.” you mutter, and your body adjusts, accepting her inch by inch until her hips press flush against your ass. “jesus.”
megan pulls out, before plunging deep inside of you, drawing a yelp out of you. she sets a relentless pace, her cock sliding in and out with deep, powerful thrusts.
her hips snap forward, driving into you with increasing urgency as she grabs your tits, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh. the friction builds unbearably between your legs where her fingers still work your clit, each motion sending jolts straight to your core.
she moans against your ear, her next words hot and heavy. “you take it so fucking well.” her breath comes in ragged gasps now, her body stiff as she pounds into you harder, so hard that the bed shakes and the dresser rattles against the wall as she fucks you with abandon, her cock stretching you wide.
megan's pace turns frantic, her hips snapping forward in short, sharp thrusts as she chases her climax. the wet slap of skin against skin mingles with your ragged breathing and the creak of the dresser beneath you. her cock throbs inside you, the heat of it searing your walls as she fills you to the brim with every stroke, and you know she's close to cumming.
“fuck, y-y/n i’m gonna-" she cuts off with a scream, her grip on your hips turning painful as she drives into you one final time. her cock pulses violently inside you, shooting hot cum deep into your womb as she spills over with a guttural moan. your eyes open wide, a confused moan exiting you. “megan? did you just-”
“i-i'm sorry… y/n… ahhh-” her body jolts and spasms wildly behind you.
“megan pull out? what the fuck? you promised not to-” she cuts you off as she nuzzles into the crook of your neck, the apology soft against your skin. “i just... i love being inside you like this,” she mumbles, fingers tracing idle circles on your hip. “i didn't mean to but… you feel so warm.. i love it…”
you let out a shuddering breath as megan flexes slightly inside you, her cock still half-hard and twitching with sensitivity. the heat of her body surrounds you, holding you close as she breathes against your skin. her fingers tighten around your waist as she moves, just a little, inside you.
“i really wanna fill you up… i love you so much y/n…” megan rambles, her hips suddenly snapping forward against your ass, drawing a whine out of you. the feeling of being penetrated this deep after being fucked so hard leaves you breathless, so overwhelmed and full, and your eyes rolling back into your head when you feel her thick, warm cum leaking out of you, forming a ring around the base of megan's cock.
each thrust presses her hardening cock into that perfect spot, the angle letting her drag across your tightening walls, with deliberate pressure. her other hand moves lower, fingers finding your clit with practiced ease, circling it in tight little motions as she fucks you.
“fuck,” you gasp, arching your back as pleasure shoots through you. the dresser rattles again as she picks up the pace, her hips snapping forward with more urgency now. her cock feels enormous inside you, stretching you wide as it glides through the mess of your mixed fluids.
‘you love this, don't you, y/n?” she pants, speaking roughly. “love the way i fill you up? you want me to put a baby in you? huh?” you can't answer, can't do anything but gasp and moan as megan fucks you harder, her cock driving relentlessly into your pussy. her fingers work your clit with ruthless precision, and every thrust drags a new wave of pleasure through you.
“fuck, baby, i'm so close… are you?” she breathes, reading the tiny movements of your body. her grip tightens on your shoulder, pulling you back onto her cock as she thrusts up into you. the wet sounds of sex fill the room, obscene and filthy in the best way possible. “come on, let me feel you,” she demands, her voice hoarsely with exertion.
her fingers on your clit don't let up, pressing, circling, pinching, until the pleasure becomes too much, your orgasm crashing over you with sudden intensity. “fuck!” your body tenses, muscles clamping down around her invading length, and your back loses its arch, spent already.
megan screams, as she feels your pussy squeezing her cock, milking it dry. her pace becomes even more erratic, her thrusts losing their rhythm as she chases her own climax.
megan lets out a groan as her hips stutter, her thick cock throbbing inside you. hot cum floods your walls in pulsing waves, filling you with every twitch of her release. you can feel it spilling out already, dripping down your thighs as she keeps thrusting, milking every last drop into your clenching cunt, before she flops on top of you, breathing hardly against your head.
After Eunbi came back from Waterbomb. Due to the tiredness, she started to throw everything onto the sofa in her room, including her clothes and went to the bed to relax. Now, Eunbi was feeling so comfy after her back hit the sheets. She brought a blanket to cover herself and try to sleep.
Unfortunately, she couldn’t fall asleep because she was too tired. She looked at the clock beside her. It had been 20 minutes since she tried. After that, she realized that she had forgotten to do some of her activities. Eunbi grabbed her phone and opened her performance last evening.
Eunbi started fingering herself while watching the video, looking at the dancers behind her, remembering all the audience’s eyes on her as she danced. She knows that she’s hot. She knows that the eyes of the audience at the moment are full of desire, and she prays for that desire to be the same. Eunbi imagines herself with the boys around her, and they start to do the same thing, caressing her. The image of her imagination might not be as wild as you thought, but it’s enough to make her feel relieved.
Eunbi moaned with her eyes closed. Her moans and the sound of vaginal fluid when she was fingering echoed throughout the room without any concern for whether it was heard in the room next to her. Eunbi started using her fingers faster as she neared to climax, also imagining what would happen if she let the dancers do something more with her on stage, will the people down there get more jealousy?
Eunbi also massaged her own big saggy tits that nearly popped out of the loosely bra on stage. She might panic if it blobbed while doing her sideways choreography. But now, she might have let it happen and said it was an accident.
‘Ummm… Ahhh…. Fuck. Fuck me. Ahhhh… Destroy my pussy and tits. Pull my necklace hard and choke me. Ahhh… Fuck….’
She tried to create the sex scene in her head. At a random place, a random man in the festival put the dick inside her and try to fuck her, by pulling down her short jeans and white bikini panties, showing her wet pinky juicy vagina. Eunbi accepted it willingly and let him do what he wanted to meet the needs of both. She wants someone who fucks hard and also touch every parts on her body, banging in the Doggystyle and Missionary position, and sliding deeper until it hit the wall.
Then, Eunbi just cummed everywhere on her sheets, the water was around below her, the squirt just went down on the flow. Eunbi let out a big sigh after she spurted.
Eunbi trying to sleep again. But in her head, she still has those images that she tried to imagine. The image still struck in her mind. After that, she got up from the bed and went to the bathroom to bring the 7-inches dildo. Eunbi picked it up with the lubes and went back to her bed.
She thought again about the last evening. There was one man around there that's so handsome for her. He is definitely her type. Eunbi wants to suck and fuck him at the moment. Eunbi imagined the guy in front of her taking off his pants and letting her suck his dick. She take the position directly
Eunbi started to sucked on the dildo to create the saliva as a lube. Her sucking skill is so good, it might make a strong man’s legs shake. The tongue roaming around the toy, her deepthroat was reaching the entire length. Her sucking pace was fast which can make people cum in the blink of an eye. As time passed, she got sloppier, her dildo was covered in saliva. She could have thrown away her lubes.
The saliva stains were on the sheets, same as the squirt from the first time. After that, she changed the position, putting the dildo under her folds, poked and teased a little bit before putting the entire length inside her.
She screamed out a big groan. Again, she didn’t care about the neighbors anymore. Eunbi, sitting and pushing the whole dildo inside her, felt a little nauseated but still could continue. She slowly moved up. She felt a thrill and shivering entire body. After she adjusted to it, she started to go harder, moving all the way up and down but trying not to let it slip out. She feels like she is riding an imaginary man’s dick.
‘Oh.. Fuck, daddy. My body is yours. I give my whole body to this dick. I can fuck this dick for my entire life. F-Fuck… AHHH… Just make me cum. Just make me cum again. Make me cum over this dick, daddy. Oh my god.. F-FUCK’
Eunbi closed her eyes with her tense face. She bit her tongue because of the sensation. She made a sound in her head that the man was almost done, but the sound in the room was just her moaning and the bed squeaking. Eunbi goes faster to reach near her orgasm. She rides smoother than recently, not all the way up and all the way down.
‘AHHH.. FUCK.. MAKE M-ME FUCKING C-CUM ALREADY… OH MY G-GOD.. THIS DICK T-TREAT ME SO GOOD… MAKE ME LOOK LIKE A DICK ADDICTED… AH-AHHH'
Then, Eunbi came all over the place. Replace the first one. She removed herself from the dildo and covered it with her water. Her body was shaking when she got up and collapsed after that.
Hiii, I've been reading your stories for a while and I really like your writing I wanted to ask if you could make a story idol sana x a female idol reader. Ty🩷🩷🩷
|| blue light spins and freshness spreads over our lips
idol!minatozaki sana x idolfem!reader ; fluff
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synopsis: going on instagram live with your girlfriend, you see a comment that dares you to wipe the drink after she drinks from it. safe to say, sana does not like the prank one bit.
tw// content: none!// slight spit play(?), just sana being a bit freaky
a/n: i'm not sure if you guys have seen this trend (wiping after gf drinks), but it's been popping up a lot on my tiktok fyp, so i decided to whip it up in this fic!! thank you for supporting my writing, anon!! enjoy reading!!! n.o.t. proof.read.
wc: 2.0k
being able to date the minatozaki sana from twice has been a wonderful experience.
however, your anxiety had peaked when dispatch caught you both kissing right in front of sana's apartment complex after your date night one evening (and you’ve always managed to be super cautious about these things, but sana couldn’t keep her sneaky hands to herself long enough for you both to reach her actual apartment door).
the pictures weren't grainy at all. they were clear enough to allow viewers to see that it's definitely two specific, well-known girl idols kissing: your hand resting on the back of her neck, with sana smiling into the kiss as she always does.
when the official article finally dropped, confirming that you both are dating because there can't be any other reasons to deny such allegations, your names stayed trending for weeks—even making it to national news channels.
and the internet practically melted at your relationship:
[dispatch really exposed sana for being the most whipped wlw alive!]
[WAIT, so that's why sana's always smiling at her phone every time the camera pans to her in twice's vlogs??!!!]
[alright, editors, do your thing and make these fan edits!!!]
[they're such a cute couple!!]
[matching phone cases, matching sweaters, matching rings...how have we missed all of this??]
a viral thread also stood out from it all: [proof minatozaki sana from twice has been publicly in love with her girlfriend for years.]
(to sana's embarrassment, there were quite a lot of pictures and video replies that fans had found and dissected to precise details under that thread.
she had hid her face in your shoulder with a groan then, your arms around her waist, while you both cuddled on your couch.
"they're never going to let this down," she mumbles in your neck, nuzzling her nose before she continues, "however...now i kind of want to go out there and kiss you just so they can keep talking about us."
you had laughed at that, your eyebrows lifting in amusement because sana is most likely serious, if the determination in her eyes say otherwise.
"don't look at me like that, darling. disptach worked so hard for those 4k quality photos. so, we can give them better ones, especially in the daylight!"
safe to say, you both did not go outside and exhibit pda (sana likes you all to herself anyway).
but she did lean up to kiss you deep enough for you to have a stupid smile afterwards).
—
spending time with your girlfriend has quickly become your favorite pastime, especially when you both go on instagram live together on a free weekend.
as sana is sprawled across your couch in your clothes, you decided to start a live on sana's account. sitting on the floor with your knees drawn up against your chest, you make yourself comfortable on the pillow in the space between the couch and the coffee table.
"hello everyone!" sana sings sweetly into the camera, scooting her face on the cushion to rest on your shoulder, cheek squished cutely. her freshly washed hair smells like your shampoo—something faintly floral—with her soft strands tickling your neck every time she moves.
"wouldn't that hurt your neck?" you murmur quietly, her hair almost making its way into your mouth.
"not if i'm close to you."
you rolled your eyes fondly at that, hand moving away her hair neatly before they go back on the screen to scroll through the comments.
many chats flew by quickly; your eyes were not able to catch up with them unless you pressed on the screen to pause the flow. sana read some of them out loud, voice lilting into amusement the more she did so.
"they’re saying you look sleepy." she tries to turn her head as much as possible on your shoulder, but eventually gives up with a huff when she can't see your face.
"yeah, i am a bit sleepy, but i do want to talk to your fans."
the blanket your girlfriend has draped over herself shifts a little, until you feel the weight on your shoulder becoming lighter. from the corner of your eye, you see her body slide down on the couch, plopping unceremoniously right beside you on the floor.
"so much for 'i'm so lazy, i won't join you on the floor.'" you teased, lips in a smirk as you glance over at her.
sana narrows her eyes mischievously before slipping her icy hand under the hem of your shirt, her palm splayed out on your warm skin shamelessly, making you yelp out in surprise. looking back at your livestream quickly, you let out a sigh of relief when you see the camera cuts off from your upper chest.
thank goodness, you did not want the world to see everything else.
"i'm just readjusting so i can go use the restroom." she gets up, making sure she is out of view from the camera before sauntering off to the bathroom, even having the audacity to look back with a wink accompanied with her own butt pat.
shaking your head as you try to hide your smile behind your hand, you continue filtering through the comments:
[they are never beating the married allegations...]
[we love you!!!]
[sing us a song!]
[so pretty~~~]
[comeback hints???]
muttering out the last question, you talk a bit about your upcoming comeback, playing around with your words to not reveal too much.
"you guys will be really surprise for my comeback! the style is way different from our usual concept, but that is all i can tell you!"
reaching over the table, you grab your drink, sipping it lazily as a comment suddenly catches your eye among the endless flood:
[you should offer sana your drink and wipe it afterwards to see how she reacts]
you snort into your hand at the suggestion, almost choking on the drink as your brain is already planning on how to let the little prank unfold.
"you guys are a menace. hopefully i don't end up girlfriend-less tonight...or else i'm blaming it on you guys!"
you barely have enough time to recover from your small laughing fit before the sound of slippers padding swiftly across the floor echoes from down the hallway.
sana settles back into her spot beside you with a contented sigh, rubbing her slightly damp hands against her sweatpants before tugging the blanket back over her legs.
the viewers immediately start spamming heart emojis the second she instinctively leans into your side again, her eyes meeting yours through the screen—a twinkle of shine in them.
quietly offering her your drink, she took the glass in hand with glee, body wiggling in excitement. completely oblivious to the prank, she happily brings the straw to her lips, face lighting instantly at the sweet taste of the juice as she takes long sips.
her eyes were soft and content the entire time, looking pleased over something as small as sharing your drink that almost makes you feel bad for pranking her in the first place.
almost.
"that's really good, thank you!" she scrunches her nose in gratitude as you take the drink from her hand, before her face expression turns into mild confusion when you pluck a tissue from the box, nonchalantly wiping the straw as you stare at your phone.
you can practically feel the gears in your girlfriend's head spinning as she stares back and forth from your face to the drink.
"...what are you doing?"
your lips press together immediately to stop yourself from laughing, eyes trained forward because you'll burst out laughing if you look at her directly.
"darling?" she pokes your cheek as you take a sip, her fingers traveling from your face to curling around the glass, plucking it out of your hand before she takes the straw into her mouth.
her phone somehow—miraculously—ends up falling out of its holder, the camera now panning up to the ceiling instead.
what the viewers don't see is how you're hypnotized with sana's scandalous action, one that an idol should never show in public—especially on live.
your eyes widen as she openmouthedly twirls the plastic tube with her tongue, coating it with her saliva before closing her mouth around it, lightly sucking on it as she looks at you with half-lidded, sultry eyes.
[wait wait wait what's happening?]
[you're so fucked]
[omg did y'all see sana's face????]
[notice me pls]
[live laugh love, but it seems like you'll be sleeping on the couch]
[the phone fell!!!! nooo what's going on???]
sana smirks after she pulls away with a small pop, arms now extending for the drink to be in front of you, guiding the straw to your mouth as she drags it along your lips.
your mouth parts on its own, feeling the spit-coated plastic pushing in; the warmth of it reminds you of where it had been.
your girlfriend hands you back your drink—to which you took with shaky hands—chin nodding to the cup to make sure you take sips.
her lips curve in a sly, satisfied smirk, before her hands busy themselves putting her phone back on the stand.
she proceeds to talk to her fans sweetly and innocently as if she wasn't completely ruining her idol image right in front of you.
[her gf's face is so red???? what went down?!!?!?!]
[omg what happened in those ten seconds???]
[??!?!?!??]
[sana-unnie you're so pretty]
[bro she's experiencing technical difficulties]
[sana flipped the script so fast]
for the entirety of the live, you can see her tiny twitch of a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips whenever her nails graze your thigh under the blanket.
it also doesn't help that she constantly licks her lips or has her tongue darting out for the rest of the livestream.
a real fucking tease she is.
—
as you both finally bid goodbye to everyone (sana had whined when you wanted to end it early because there were more important matters at hand. it was clear why she wanted to stall for so long), your girlfriend immediately gets in your lap, legs bracketing your hips possessively, almost knocking over the items on the table.
"look at you," she teases in a slight mocking tone, "completely whipped on live and i wonder why."
the smugness in her voice makes you shift in your seat, already feeling a pool of slick forming in your shorts.
"your fun little prank seems like it backfired, no? all flustered from just a bit of teasing, hm?"
before you can defend yourself, she turns to grab the drink on the table into her hand, the cold drips of the condensation makes you flinch as they drop onto your thighs. sana takes a few sips before turning back to you, an unreadable glint in her eyes.
just as your mouth parts to speak, sana grips your shirt tightly in her hands, pulling you in for a kiss as she presses her body impossibly closer—until you feel liquid sweetness spilling past your lips, making your eyes widen in surprise.
all you could taste was the strawberry drink traveling on your tongue and down your throat, moaning into the kiss as sana pushes more of the drink into your mouth. you let out a small choked sound as sana checks for any remnants of the drink still in your mouth with a slide of her tongue, feeling her grin on your lips afterwards when she finds none.
she pulls back abruptly in a daze, a pleased smile plastered on her pretty face as she takes in your flustered state. her fingers stay twisted tightly in your shirt, keeping you close as she bites down on her lower lip to suppress another wicked smile. her eyes flick shamelessly between your blown pupils and swollen lips before meeting your gaze again.
"my gorgeous girl," her thumb comes up to wipe away a trail of the drink that slid down to your chin, pulling it back towards her as she licks it off with an appreciative hum.
you cough again from the realization, quickly gulping hard afterwards, then stare at her with dark eyes. your hold on her thighs tightens, fingers gripping enough to stop her hips from grinding on your lap.
"what's wrong, darling?" she stares back with that infuriatingly annoying smug and sparkles in her eyes before leaning closer again, noses brushing lightly, "do you want more?"
synopsis ࿐ Having found a rather prestigious job for yourself, you couldn't even imagine that your boss had her eye on you, taking advantage of your boyfriend's naivety
pairing ✳ yu jimin x fem!reader ✳ word count 9k+ ✳ setting ✳ buisness AU, buisnesswoman!yu jimin
warnings ࿐ cheating, reader has a boyfriend, jealousy, marking, freaky conversations, cunnilingus, kissing, body worship, cum eating, scissoring (kinda), switching, praise kink, eventual smut, sex toys, strap usage (r!recieving), missionary, cowgirl, doggy style, multiple orgasms, pet names (good girl, sweetheart, doll), semi-hard sex, sex in the water, clit stimulating.
playlist ✳ you won't be able to take your eyes off of me, don't stop me
Across the room, a glass wall separated the lobby from an expansive office.
Behind the desk stood a woman.
Yu Jimin.
You recognized her immediately.
"No, I don’t care what your logs say, I said check the handler before pushing it. How many times do I have to tell you — if you touch the server side without passing QA, you don’t wait for my damn permission. You just don’t do it!"
The man across from her, mid-30s, in a T-shirt and jeans, looked like he wanted to disappear.
"But Jimin-ssi, I thought—"
"Don’t think. Test. Revert the commit. Fix the loop. And tell Minseok to stop patching garbage into mainline before stand-up!"
You froze in the doorway, hesitant to interrupt. But just then, Jimin turned, probably catching your reflection in the glass.
She looked straight at you.
Her expression shifted instantly. The hard edge in her eyes melted, replaced by something more measured. Still alert, but… different.
"Out," she snapped without breaking eye contact. Her voice still firm — but directed entirely at the programmer.
"Y-yeah. Right. Sorry, sunbae," the man stammered, grabbing his laptop and nearly tripping over the chair as he left the office.
Jimin waited until the door clicked shut.
Then, her voice lowered, smoother, almost warm: "You’re the applicant, right? Come in."
You swallowed and stepped inside, forcing your shoulders back, your heartbeat suddenly louder in your ears.
She moved around to the front of her desk, one hand slipping into her pocket. She looked at you carefully — not in the judgmental way you expected, but like she was scanning for something specific. Noticing.
"I’m Yu Jimin," she said, holding your gaze. "Nice to meet you."
You stepped closer, bowed politely, then fumbled to pull your resume from your bag. Your fingers felt slightly stiff as you handed it over.
"Here’s my resume," you said, trying not to sound nervous.
She took it with one hand, flipping it open with practiced ease. She glanced down, eyes scanning the page, then back up at you. Her mouth tugged into a faint smile.
"You studied law," she noted. "Dongguk University?"
"Yes," you said, nodding once. "Graduated last year."
"Good." She looked you over again — gladly not in a disapproving way. Her eyes lingered a second longer than necessary before returning to the paper. "And you’ve got decent language certifications. Any actual office experience?"
You shifted your weight. "Just part-time admin work during school. Filing, basic scheduling. Nothing serious."
Yu hummed, closing the resume slowly. "I see."
Her eyes locked on yours again. "You’re pretty young. Most people applying here for assistant or analyst roles are already in their late thirties."
You nodded, unsure what to say.
She tilted her head slightly, the edge of her lip pulling upward. "But you look like the type that learns fast."
You blinked.
There was a moment of silence. Then she leaned against the edge of her desk, still facing you.
"Do people tell you you have a very… calm face? Like you don’t get flustered easily," she said.
"I—uh… not really," you replied, confused. "I'm actually flustered all the time."
That made her laugh, low and quick. "At least you're honest."
You felt your cheeks warm slightly.
Jimin tapped your resume against her palm, still watching you. "Do you mind if I ask something not on here?"
You shook your head. "No, go ahead."
"Are you single?"
You stared at her.
She smiled, unapologetic. "Sorry, that was inappropriate. You don’t have to answer that. Just — curious."
You forced a small laugh, unsure how to respond. "It’s okay. Uh… no, I have a boyfriend."
Her eyebrow arched slightly, but she let it hang there without commenting further. She set your resume down on the desk and crossed her arms.
"Alright," she said, her tone returning to something closer to professional. "I’ll be straight with you. The position I have open isn’t glamorous. It’s a mix of scheduling, document review, fielding calls, and sometimes dealing with my CTO’s bad temper."
You nodded. "I can handle that."
"I’m sure you can."
She pushed herself off the desk and walked back around to her chair, gesturing for you to sit in the one opposite.
"Let’s talk details, then."
"So, the position is technically 'executive assistant,'" she said, tapping a pen lightly on your resume. "But in reality, it’s a secretary role. Mostly supporting me directly."
You nodded. "That's fine. I don’t mind handling basic tasks."
"You’d manage my calendar, coordinate meetings, handle follow-up emails, and — occasionally — remind me to eat something before I collapse." She gave a small smirk. "It’s not the most thrilling job in the world, but I do value people who can keep things running."
"I understand. I’m organized. And I don’t mind repetitive work."
She tilted her head again, watching you.
"You strike me as someone who's careful. Neat handwriting, polite tone, dressed conservatively… very by-the-book." Her eyes scanned your outfit briefly. "Your boyfriend must like that about you."
You blinked, not expecting her to bring that back up. "I guess. I mean, we have our differences."
"Mm. He must be a lucky guy," she said casually, resting her chin on her hand. "Though personally, I find it a bit wasteful."
"Wasteful?"
She shrugged. "Letting someone like you spend your best years covering for a guy who plays games all day. If it were me, I wouldn’t let you leave the apartment in the morning without at least three compliments and a decent breakfast."
You didn’t know what to say to that. You gave a small, awkward smile, but looked away.
Jimin leaned back slightly, still watching. "Sorry. I’m being too forward again."
"It’s okay," you muttered. "I just didn’t expect this kind of interview."
"Neither did I," she said quietly, almost to herself.
There was a brief silence before she clicked her pen and returned to a neutral tone.
"Anyway. It's a full-time position. Nine to six, Monday to Friday. Sometimes later, depending on deadlines. Pay starts at 2.8 million won a month, plus lunch stipend, transportation allowance, and health coverage."
You nodded quickly. "That’s fair. More than I expected, honestly."
"Good." She paused, then added, "If you’re hired, you'll also need to sign a confidentiality agreement. We work with a few sensitive clients."
"That’s not a problem."
Jimin gave a small nod, then tapped your resume once more before setting it aside.
"I like you," she said plainly. "You seem grounded. Honest. A little too stiff maybe — but that can be unlearned."
You blinked again. "Thanks… I think."
"That was a compliment," she added, smirking, "Even if you have a boyfriend."
Your breath caught slightly. "You’re very direct."
"I don’t like wasting time."
Jimin’s fingers lingered at your waist just a second longer before she reached up and brushed a loose strand of hair from your face.
"You really shouldn’t be going home alone after drinking," she said quietly. "Even if it's just a couple glasses."
"I’m fine," you replied, your voice quieter now. "It’s just the subway, twenty minutes and I'm home."
She shook her head once. "No. I’d rather not risk it."
Before you could argue, she was already stepping away, reaching into her blazer pocket and pulling out her phone.
"I’ll call my driver. He’s downstairs. He can take you wherever you need to go."
You watched her, caught somewhere between flattered and confused. "Jimin, really, you don’t have to—"
"I know I don’t." She glanced at you again, her tone softer. "But I want to."
There was a pause while she tapped something out, then she looked up again.
"He’ll be out front in five. Black Genesis sedan. Plate ends in 78."
You exhaled slowly. "Okay… thanks."
She came closer again, standing in front of you but not too close this time.
"It’s nothing. You’ve had a long day, and you still managed to hold yourself together like a pro. Least I can do is make sure you get home safe."
You nodded, feeling your heartbeat still a little fast — not from the alcohol, but from her. From the way she looked at you like she actually saw you.
"Let me grab my things," you murmured.
She nodded once. "I’ll walk you out."
You picked up your bag, the warmth of the office still clinging to you as she opened the door. For a brief second before stepping into the hallway, you glanced back at her — still half in disbelief that a woman like her was showing this kind of attention. And care.
Jimin caught your glance and gave you a small smile. "Let’s go."
The elevator ride down was quiet, but not uncomfortable. She stood beside you, hands in her pockets, glancing over once or twice but saying nothing.
As the elevator doors opened in the lobby, the driver was already visible through the glass doors outside, standing next to a sleek black Genesis parked at the curb.
You stepped forward, but Jimin suddenly reached out and took your bag from your shoulder.
"Hey—"
She shook her head. "You’ve had enough on your back today," she said simply. "Let me."
You blinked at her. "It’s really not that heavy—"
"I didn’t say it was." She slung the strap over her own shoulder, ignoring your protest. "I just don’t want you carrying it."
You gave her a look, but didn’t argue again. There was something firm but not aggressive in her tone — like she didn’t see it as a favor, just a given.
The driver opened the back door as the two of you approached. Jimin handed off the bag to him gently. Then she turned to you.
"He knows where to take you. I texted him your address already."
You stared at her. "Jimin, you’re... really something else, you know that?"
Her smile was slow. "I’ll take that as a compliment."
You climbed into the backseat. Before you could close the door, Jimin leaned down slightly, just outside the frame.
"Text me when you get home. Just so I know."
You nodded. "Okay."
She paused for a second, then added, "And try to get some sleep. Tomorrow might be your first day, if you’re still interested."
You couldn’t help but smile. "Yeah. I am."
With that, she stepped back, and the driver closed the door.
The car pulled up in front of the apartment building just as the sky started to turn that soft grey before sunset. The driver stepped out and came around to your side, opening the door with a quiet, "Miss, we're here."
You nodded, thanking him softly as he helped you out. The black Genesis looked completely out of place on your quiet street. As you adjusted your bag on your shoulder, you noticed Yunho standing at the front gate, leaning on the railing with a familiar scowl.
His eyes were locked on the car, then shifted to the driver, then to you.
You didn’t say anything as you walked past him toward the building entrance. He walked behind you.
"Nice ride," he muttered, the sarcasm already thick in his voice.
You kept walking, trying to keep your expression neutral. But by the time you unlocked the apartment door and stepped inside, you could already hear the frustration in his voice building up behind you.
"So who the hell was that?"
You dropped your bag, taking off your shoes. "My new boss’s driver. She didn’t want me going home alone after drinks."
"She?" Yunho raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms. "And she just sends a luxury car like you're some damn CEO?"
You looked over your shoulder. "What’s your problem?"
"My problem?" he snapped. "You show up in a car that costs more than this building, some guy opening your door like you’re royalty, and you don’t even think to explain?"
You turned to face him fully now, jaw tight. "Because I didn’t think I had to explain basic decency. It was a job interview. A good one. With a woman who actually take their work seriously."
His eyes narrowed. "And what? You’re suddenly impressed with her because she got money and fancy cars?"
"No," you said sharply. "Because she work. She built something. She do more than sit around playing League all day waiting for a miracle that’s not coming."
That hit. He flinched slightly, but recovered with bitterness.
"So now I’m the loser again."
"I didn’t say that," you replied, even though the words were hanging in the air.
"Yeah, but you didn’t need to." He scoffed. "Guess it’s easy to look down on me now that you’ve had drinks with billionaires."
You sighed. "I’m tired, Yunho. I’ve been tired for a long time. I just want a future that isn’t built on excuses."
He didn’t reply.
You picked up your bag again and walked into the bedroom, needing to be alone. For a moment, you considered texting Jimin like she asked.
But instead, you sat on the edge of the bed, phone in hand, thinking about how quickly everything could change — and whether you'd be brave enough to let it.
You stood by the bed, pulling an old hoodie over your tank top, when your phone buzzed on the nightstand. You glanced at the screen. Yu Jimin.
It was already past 10 p.m. You hesitated for a second — normal people didn’t call at this hour for anything work-related — but you still picked it up.
"Hello?"
There was a pause, then her voice came through, low and smooth, a little rough like she’d either been drinking something warm or was just naturally that way late at night.
"Hey. I hope I’m not bothering you."
You sat down on the edge of the bed again. "No. Just got home a while ago."
Another pause, lighter this time. "Did my driver get you home okay?"
"Yeah, he was polite. Thank you again."
"Mmh," she hummed. "I told him not to be too polite. I wanted to be the one to spoil you."
You exhaled through a short laugh, not sure how to respond to that.
There was a rustling sound on her end, like she was leaning back into a couch or bed. Then she asked, softly, "How are you feeling?"
You blinked. It wasn’t a usual question — not when coming from someone you barely met a few hours ago. But it was genuine. You could tell.
"A little overwhelmed, honestly. But... not in a bad way."
"I figured," Jimin said. "It was a long day. But you did well. I meant it when I said I want you on the team."
You nodded slowly, even though she couldn’t see it.
"And," she continued, voice still smooth, "I have a business trip. Paris. Airplane. Tomorrow. Boring tech meeting with men who’ll repeat the same pitch three different ways. I’m supposed to attend... but I don’t really want to go alone."
You sat up straighter. "You want me to come with you?"
Jimin chuckled softly. "Well, officially, I’ll say I need a secretary with me. You know, someone to help coordinate meetings and smile politely."
"And unofficially?"
"Unofficially, I just want to look across the table and see you there so I don’t fall asleep."
You didn’t know what to say. You stared at the floor for a moment, then bit your lip. "You’re really asking me to fly to Paris with you?"
"Yes," she said simply. "One night in a suite, nice food, we come back after the meeting. Think of it as a trial run for the job. Or... just an excuse to get to know each other better."
You looked over toward the closed door of the living room where Yunho had gone quiet. Then back down at your phone.
"Okay," you said, quietly but firmly. "I’ll go."
There was silence for half a beat. Then a pleased hum on the other end. "Good girl."
Your cheeks flushed.
"I’ll have my assistant book everything," she added, voice softening again. "Just bring yourself."
"Thanks for the invitation," you said, letting your voice drop just a little, a teasing edge slipping in. "I'll try not to embarrass you in Paris."
Jimin laughed on the other end. "I’m counting on you to distract everyone, actually."
You bit your lip, smiling to yourself. "Then I’ll pack something nice."
"You better."
The line went quiet after that, and you set your phone down on the nightstand, heart still beating a little faster than usual. You stood up, ran a hand through your hair, then walked to the closet.
You opened the suitcase you hadn’t used in over a year, dragging it out from the bottom shelf. It was a little dusty. You unzipped it, already thinking through what you’d need.
You were halfway through folding a shirt when Yunho's voice came from the doorway behind you.
"What the hell are you doing?"
You didn’t turn around right away. Just kept folding the shirt, slower this time. "Packing."
He scoffed. "No shit. Where are you going?"
"Paris. For work."
You heard his footstep into the room. "With who? That fancy company that sent you home in a private car like you’re some VIP?"
You turned around now, meeting his gaze. He looked like he hadn’t moved from the couch since you left.
"Yes," you said flatly. "YJ Group. My boss invited me to go with her for a meeting. It's work."
He stared at you, then laughed once, sarcastically. "Your boss. Yeah, I bet."
You crossed your arms. "You wanna do this now?"
"You're really just gonna run off with some rich stranger because she gave you a ride in a nice car?"
You stepped around the suitcase. "No, I'm going because she offered me a job. A real job. Something you haven't bothered to look for in months."
"That's low."
"No," you said, pointing at him now, "what's low is sitting on your ass every day, gaming with your friends, pretending you're gonna magically become some pro player while I'm the one stressing about rent, bills, everything."
He was quiet. Not because you’d gone too far—because you hadn’t.
You turned back to the suitcase. "I’m going. You don’t have to like it."
He stood there for a second longer, jaw tight. Then he turned and walked out.
You zipped the suitcase closed.
You lay down on the bed with your suitcase closed and standing near the door, ready. The apartment was quiet now.
You stared up at the ceiling, the dim light from the hallway spilling in just enough to make out the outline of the fan above.
Everything still felt a bit surreal.
Just yesterday, you'd been checking job boards with zero leads and zero hope. Now, you were flying to Paris with the founder of one of the most talked-about tech companies in the country. And not just flying — invited. Personally, not just email that her assistant would sent her. For "business."
But it wasn’t just the job that occupied your thoughts.
It was Jimin.
Her voice still echoed in your head—calm, smooth, slightly rough like she’d been talking all day, but always careful when she spoke to you. The way her eyes had lingered when you first walked into the office. The casual touch at your waist.
You exhaled slowly and turned to your side, pulling the blanket up to your chin.
It was insane. She was your boss. You had a boyfriend — barely. But still.
And yet, your last thought before falling asleep wasn’t about Yunho, or your resume, or the meeting ahead.
It was about her.
What it would feel like to sit beside her on the plane?
To hear her laugh in person again?
To see what she looked like outside the damn office — off guard, relaxed.
Then, eyes slowly closed.
You woke up to the weight of an arm around your waist and the faint heat of breath against the back of your neck.
Then realization hit you — Yunho.
His arm was draped lazily over you like nothing had happened last night. Like he hadn’t stood in the doorway accusing you of sleeping your way into a promotion. Like he hadn’t sat around for months doing nothing while you scrambled to hold everything together.
You stared at the wall for a long moment. His touch didn’t feel comforting. It felt heavy. Clingy. Like something that used to mean safety but now just made your skin crawl.
Carefully, you slid your hand under his wrist and lifted his arm off you. He stirred but didn’t wake. You sat up slowly, then swung your legs over the side of the bed.
You didn’t look back.
The floor was cold under your feet as you walked to the bathroom, shutting the door with a quiet click. You turned on the light, squinting for a second, then faced yourself in the mirror.
You turned on the tap and splashed cold water on your face. It shocked you awake, and for a moment you just stood there, dripping, palms braced on the sink.
You stepped out of the bathroom, towel still draped around your shoulders, when your phone buzzed on the dresser. You picked it up, half expecting a message — but instead, Jimin’s name lit up the screen.
You hesitated, then answered.
"Hello?"
Her voice came through smooth and unhurried. "Morning. I’m downstairs."
You blinked. "Wait—what?"
"I figured we could go to the airport together," she said casually, then added, a hint of playfulness creeping into her voice, "Is that a problem?"
You glanced down at yourself — damp hair, still in your robe, your suitcase half-zipped on the floor.
"I’m not ready. At all," you admitted, pressing the phone between your shoulder and ear as you reached for the blow dryer. "You should’ve told me you were coming."
"Wanted to surprise you," Jimin said, a low chuckle in her throat. "But I don’t mind waiting. Take your time. I just wanted to see your face this morning."
You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the small smile pulling at your lips. "Give me ten minutes. Fifteen tops."
"I’ll be right here," she said. "Take your time, seriously. I’ll just sit here, imagine what you look like all flustered and running around in a towel."
You flushed despite yourself. "Goodbye, Jimin."
You dressed quickly but carefully — nothing over the top, just a clean blouse, black slacks and a light jacket.
Before you left, you stood for a moment in the doorway of the bedroom.
Yunho was still asleep, sprawled across the bed like he hadn’t moved since you left it. The blankets were tangled around his legs, one arm hanging over the edge. Peaceful, useless, oblivious.
You didn’t feel angry anymore. Just... done.
You closed the door behind you quietly, pulling the handle until you heard the latch click.
The elevator ride down was silent. Just the hum of the old motor and the dull flicker of fluorescent lights. Then the doors opened — and there she was.
Jimin stood beside a sleek, black Genesis G90, parked right in front of the building like it belonged there. She was dressed sharptailored slacks, an expensive-looking trench coat, sunglasses pushed up on her head — and in her hand, a small bouquet of red roses.
You blinked.
She smiled as you stepped out into the morning air. "For you," she said, holding the flowers out. "Don’t read into it. I just thought they’d suit you."
You hesitated, then took them. "Thanks... You didn’t have to do that."
"Maybe not," she replied with a slight smirk, "but I wanted to."
She opened the car door for you herself, like it was nothing, like it was natural. You slipped in, setting the flowers gently on your lap as the driver closed the trunk on your suitcase and moved around to the front.
Jimin got in next to you, and just before the car pulled away from the curb, she looked over at you.
"You look so good, by the way," she said, tone casual — but there was something behind her eyes that made your skin feel warm. "Worth the wait."
You tried not to smile too much. "You’re not so bad yourself."
You shifted slightly in your seat, the bouquet of roses still resting in your lap, their scent faint but sweet.
Her eyes kept drifting — casually at first, but then less so.
"You really do look good today," she said suddenly, her voice low but clear. "It’s not just polite small talk. I mean it."
You glanced at her, trying not to seem caught off guard. "Thanks. I tried to look presentable."
"It’s more than that," she replied, resting her arm along the door. "You’ve got this... natural thing going. Like you’re not even trying, but you walk in and somehow turn all the attention to you."
You raised an eyebrow. "Pretty sure the attention’s on you. You're the one with the billion-won company."
She gave a short laugh. "Business is boring. People like to act impressed, but it's just money. you, though—" she paused, letting her eyes linger on you for just a second longer than was casual, "—you're interesting."
You looked out the window for a moment, heartbeat steady but quick. "You don’t even know me that well."
"Not yet," she said, tone playful, but not joking, "we will have time in Paris to get to know each other... better."
Silence settled between you for a few seconds, comfortable, not awkward.
Jimin reached into the center console and pulled out a small bottle of water, handing it to you. "Drink it. I don’t want you passing out on the plane. That would ruin the vibe."
You accepted it, chuckling under your breath. "Thanks, boss."
"Call me Jimin," she said smoothly. "We're not in the office now."
You glanced at her again, and she gave you a look that lingered a little too long to be just friendly.
The car sped on toward the airport, and for the first time in a while, you felt a kind of nervousness you didn't mind at all.
At the curb outside the airport, the car eased to a stop. You could even think to move, Jimin was already circling around the car.
"I’ve got it," she said, reaching into the trunk herself and grabbing both your suitcase and hers without hesitation, by that time one of her attendants approached her.
She waved off the him, who looked like he was about to protest. "It’s fine. I don’t want her carrying anything."
You blinked, a little surprised. "Jimin, I can carry my own bag."
She turned her head slightly, giving you that half-smile she seemed to reserve just for moments like this. "And yet, I’d rather do it. Come on."
With both bags in hand, she walked with confident strides toward the sliding glass doors of the terminal. You followed a half-step behind, feeling the stares from a few passersby.
Inside, she made a direct line for the business check-in counter, bypassing the lines entirely. An attendant spotted her immediately and motioned her forward.
"Miss Yu," the woman said politely with a quick bow. "We’ve been expecting you. Everything is ready."
Jimin nodded, setting the bags down gently and placing her ID on the counter. "And my guest. She’s with me."
The attendant looked at you, then smiled and gave another respectful nod. "Of course. Right away."
You shifted awkwardly beside Jimin as they processed the check-in. She glanced sideways at you and leaned in just slightly.
"Relax, doll," she murmured, "this part’s the easiest. No pressure. Just stick with me."
You gave a small nod, trying not to seem out of place in the well-dressed, fast-paced atmosphere.
Within a few minutes, the boarding passes were printed, the luggage tagged and taken, and the attendant was handing back her documents with both hands.
"Enjoy your flight, Miss Yu."
She took the passes and handed yours to you before gently guiding you toward the private security lane.
"You’re handling this pretty well," she said quietly, almost teasingly. "Some people get overwhelmed on their first trip with me."
You smirked, walking beside her. "I guess I’m just built different."
Jimin glanced at you with a faint smile.
The boarding announcement echoed through the terminal speakers, and you followed Jimin toward the gate, your steps slowing a little as the walkway to the plane came into view.
The faint rumble of jet engines outside was louder than you remembered. It had been years since you’d last flown—and never on something this fancy.
You stopped short just before the boarding agent could scan your pass, your grip tightening slightly around the paper ticket.
Jimin, already a few steps ahead, turned immediately when she realized you weren’t beside her. Her eyes flicked to your face, catching the hesitation.
Without a word, she passed both her designer travel bag and yours to the tall, suited man who had been trailing them silently since the car — her bodyguard, walked right back to you.
She didn’t ask anything. Didn’t say a word at first.
Then, to your surprise, she crouched down on one knee in front of you, her hands reaching up to gently take yours.
"Hey," she said, voice low and calm, eyes level with yours, "you okay?"
You swallowed and gave a small nod, trying to play it off. "I just… haven’t flown in a long time. It’s stupid, I know."
"Not stupid." She squeezed your hands lightly. "You’re stepping into something new. That always messes with your head a bit."
You glanced around, a little embarrassed, but no one seemed to care. The gate agent gave you space, and the few people nearby looked away politely.
Jimin tilted her head. "Want me to say something comforting?"
You nodded hesitantly.
She paused, pretending to think hard, then gave you a crooked grin. "Okay. Deep breath. Ready?"
You nodded again.
"I have absolutely no idea how to calm down scared girls," she said, straight-faced. "But you're cute when you're nervous, so I’m just going to stay here until you feel better. Is that working?"
You let out a shaky laugh despite yourself, the tension easing slightly.
"Kind of."
"Kind of is good enough," she said, then stood smoothly, brushing imaginary dust from her slacks. She didn’t let go of your hand. "Come on. I’ll sit next to you the whole way. And if you get scared mid-air, I promise not to make fun of you more than twice."
You rolled your eyes but followed her, finally stepping through the gate and onto the plane.
Inside the private jet, everything looked more like a high-end hotel lounge than anything that should be airborne.
You sank into one of the cream-colored seats next to Jimin, still holding onto the remnants of your earlier nerves, though they were steadily being replaced by a sense of disbelief.
The flight attendant, dressed in a perfectly tailored navy uniform, approached with a polite smile and handed each of you a thick, high-quality menu. All of it — every single item — was printed in French.
You stared at the page, trying to make sense of the cursive typography, but gave up after the third item. "I have no idea what any of this means," you muttered.
Jimin peeked at your menu, then gave you a teasing look. "You mean you didn’t study fine dining terms in law school?"
You rolled your eyes. "Sorry, no. We barely got through Latin."
She chuckled, flipping open her own menu. "Alright, let’s see. 'Foie gras' — that’s duck liver, but like… the fancy kind. And this one — 'homard rôti' — that’s roasted lobster. Worth trying."
You nodded slowly, trying to keep up.
"'Velouté de cèpes' — mushroom soup, but the expensive type. And this one…" She pointed to a long line near the bottom, "'Chocolat noir aux épices douces' — dark chocolate dessert with sweet spices. Probably the best thing here."
"So basically everything costs more because it sounds better in French," you joked.
Jimin grinned, leaning a little closer to you, her shoulder brushing yours. "Exactly. But don’t worry, I’ll order for you. I’ll make sure you don’t accidentally end up with something raw and moving."
You laughed quietly, grateful for the way she made this all feel less overwhelming.
The low hum of the jet was oddly calming. You sat back in the wide leather seat, feeling the unfamiliar weight of luxury around you. Across from you, Jimin was already speaking smoothly in French to the flight attendant, her tone casual but confident.
"Deux portions de filet de bar avec légumes grillés. Une salade niçoise. Et... la bouteille de Dom Pérignon, 2013, s’il vous plaît."
«Two portions of sea bass fillet with grilled vegetables. A Niçoise salad. And... the bottle of Dom Pérignon, 2013, please.»
The attendant nodded and disappeared quietly into the galley.
Jimin turned her attention back to you, crossing one leg over the other. Her eyes rested on you for a moment before she spoke.
"So," she said, lightly. "How did your boyfriend take the news?"
You hesitated, then shrugged. "Not well."
Jimin tilted her head. "Predictable."
You let out a breath. "He didn’t understand. Just saw the car. Assumed the worst."
"Typical," Jimin muttered, her voice dry. "You know..." She leaned in just a bit, elbows on her knees. "Someone like you shouldn’t be stuck with someone like that."
You looked up, unsure how to respond.
She continued, "You’re smart. Gorgeous. Trying to build something for yourself. And he? He’s waiting to ‘make it’ in a video game while you carry the weight of both your futures."
You glanced down at your phone, buzzing silently on the armrest. Yunho.
You stared at his name for a second. No message, just the call.
Then, without a word, you tapped the airplane icon on the screen. The signal vanished.
Jimin watched quietly as you set the phone down, face down.
You looked up again, managing a faint smile.
"Good," she said softly. Then she poured two glasses of champagne and handed you one.
“To new beginnings.”
The attendant returned with their meals, placing the plates down on the small table between you and Jimin. The smell hit you first — fresh, delicate, not overly seasoned. Just… clean. Refined.
You picked up your fork, carefully cutting off a small piece of the sea bass fillet. The texture was soft but held together well, and as soon as you took a bite, your eyes widened slightly.
"Oh my god," you said, surprised. "I’ve never tasted anything like this."
She smiled behind her glass as she took another sip of champagne. "It’s line-caught Mediterranean sea bass. Very light. They cook it at just the right temp so it doesn’t lose moisture."
You looked at her, fork halfway to your mouth again.
"Some of the Michelin kitchens I’ve been to," she continued casually, “they poach it gently in olive oil, sometimes with a touch of citrus and white wine. But this one’s grilled. Clean, simple. No heavy sauces to cover the flavor.”
You chewed slowly, appreciating it more with every bite. "I didn’t know fish could taste like this," you muttered, almost to yourself.
She grinned. "You’d be surprised what food is like when people care about the details. When it’s not just… whatever’s cheap and fast."
You nodded quietly, sipping your champagne. Even that tasted better than you expected — sharp and crisp, but soft as it went down. You weren’t sure if it was the drink or the company, but your shoulders had started to relax.
Jimin didn’t push the conversation. She just sat with you, eating slowly, saying little, glancing over at you now and then with that slight, unreadable smile.
You arrived in Paris late in the evening. The hotel room was spacious and modern, with a large window framing a perfect view of the Eiffel Tower glowing softly in the distance.
Jimin was busy unpacking her things — carefully folding clothes, setting them neatly on the dresser. You stood by the window, staring out at the city, feeling a strange mix of excitement and nervousness.
Noticing you, Jimin paused and smiled faintly. She stepped behind you quietly and, almost without thinking, wrapped her arms gently around your waist.
You stiffened for a moment, then relaxed into her hold.
She leaned in slightly, her voice low and teasing. "Not used to views like this, huh?"
You glanced back at her, managing a small smile. "No, not really."
She stayed close, the city lights reflecting softly in her eyes. "Good. Then maybe it’s time you got used to better things."
Her hands slid to your shoulders, gently kneading the tense muscles, causing you to sigh in relaxation, leaning slightly against her. "Would you like me to run a jacuzzi for you?"
You didn't say anything, just nodded silently, after which you felt the absence of her hands on your body, which made you slightly disappointed, but you didn't have to wait long. Ten minutes later she returned to you, smiling warmly and taking your hand, "come on, I will take care of you tonight."
At the corner of the bathroom stood a massive, sunken jacuzzi tub, already filled with steaming, bubbling water. The scent of lavender and vanilla wafted through the air, the soothing aroma of the essential oils she had added to the water.
"Sweetheart, let me help you get undressed," she offered, but her hands already working on the buttons of your shirt. She took her time, her fingers brushing against your skin with every button she undid, savoring the feel of her soft flesh against her fingertips.
She slid it off your shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. Leaned down, letting you to take all chances to pull back, but as she understood that you had no intention to back off, she captured your lips in a slow, sensual kiss as her hands reached behind to unhook your bra. She let it fall away, breaking the kiss to toss it aside carelessly.
"You're so fucking beautiful, doll," she breathed, reaching out to trail her fingertips along the swell of your breasts, feeling the weight of them in her palms. "I could spend hours just looking at you."
She took your hand gently, helping you into the warm water, the way the water touched your tense shoulders made you close your eyes, enjoying the feeling of your aching muscles relaxing.
Opening your eyes, you saw Jimin slowly unbuttoning her pants, letting them slide down her long, skinny legs, before sending the outerwear down the same path to the floor. Stepping over the edge of the jacuzzi, she carefully appeared behind you, the steam rising around her as she settled into the water.
She pulled your back against her chest, wrapping her arms around your waist. "Come here, doll," she cooed, holding you close as she leaned back against the built-in cushion of the tub.
She could feel you against her, melting into her arms as the warm water soothed you. Her arms began to gently rub your shoulders, fingers working out any lingering tension.
As she massaged sore muscles, she pressed gentle kisses along the side of your neck, her lips lingering on the smooth skin. "You're so tense, baby. Let me help you relax," she cooed, her hands sliding up to your neck to knead the knots there.
Again. Hands slid lower, tracing the curve of your spine before coming to rest on your hips, gripping them gently. "You know, you have such a beautiful back," she murmured, her lips brushing against your shoulder blade. "I swear, I could spend hours exploring it."
Her fingers began to knead the muscles of you lower back, working out any remaining tension. She could feel the way your body body growing heavy and relaxed, melting. "That's my good girl," Jimin praised, her voice a low, intimate rumble. "Can you just let yourself go, sweetheart? Let me take care of you like no one can, I swear."
Jimin's hands slowly slid around to your stomach, fingers splaying across the soft skin. She pulled you more closer, hugging you from behind as the warm water lapped at your skin. "You need someone who can take care of you like I can," her cheek resting against the top of your head. "You need someone, with whom you won't have to count every penny and think whether you'll have enough to pay the bills tomorrow, you need me, doll."
"I want to touch every part of you, sweetheart," she breathed against your neck, her lips brushing against the sensitive skin. "I want to make you feel pleasure that would be beyond anything you've ever experienced in your life."
Her thumb found your clit, circling the sensitive nub with teasing strokes. She could feel you squirming against her touch, the way your hips rocking instinctively to meet her touch.
"Yeah? Do you like it?" she chuckled, burying her nose in the crook of your neck, while her movements, as if mockingly, became faster and slower, as if not giving you a chance to get used to such sensations. "I know you do, doll, this is not even half of what I will do to you tonight."
You barely heard her words, all of it mixed in unison with the phantom sensations of her touches on your body, with the pleasant, warm and slightly dim lighting of this jacuzzi, and the smell of essential oils that were added to the water like an additional drug to quickly drive you crazy.
"I'm ready to spend millions just to see you like this every day, at my disposal," Jimin bit her bottom lip as she heard your uncontrollable whines getting louder with each passing second, "and I think you won't mind."
She said the last sentence with a smirk, and fuck, of course she was right, you've never experienced anything like this, not even close, her touch, her words.
Too well, despite her teasing, she listened attentively to all the sounds that flew out of your mouth, as if with her ears trying to catch that very painful note that would make her stop, even though that was the last thing she wanted right now.
But your comfort was the most important thing now, and that's why when she didn't felt the resistance of your body, she just continued, knowing that right now you want it no less than she does.
"Come on, sweetheart," she babbled, the gentle yet still trembling tone of her voice making you arch your back, pressing your back against her chest, "you don't want to disappoint me, do you?"
Your walls started to clamp around nothing, and feeling this pleasant pulsation, she understood that you were close, and the particularly high moan that flew out of your mouth only confirmed this.
"That's my good girl," she immediately praised, but did not allow you to rest, her hands again slid to your hips, forcing you to turn towards her, ending up on her lap.
This change of position caused some water in the hot tub to spill overboard, but obviously now you both didn't care.
"You're so beautiful, gow many times have I told you this today?" Her words made you smile, "more than necessary," you replied, looking at her face while your lips were almost a millimeter apart.
"Never, I'm ready to repeat this to you at least a hundred times until you understand it." And with that, she captured your lips in a passionate kiss.
She poured all of herself into her touch, her love, her yearing for you, her all-consuming need for the beautiful girl in her arms. Tongue delved deep, intertwining with yours.
Breaking the kiss, she trailed her lips down the column of your throat, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the racing pulse she found there. She sucked lightly, leaving barely noticeable red marks from her teeth every time she bit a little harder than necessary.
At one point she felt your hands on her shoulders, forcing her to lean her back against the back of the jacuzzi, which she calmly allowed you to do, as if giving you a flag in your hands.
You spread her legs, bending them at the knees. At that moment you dazed gaze immediately rushes between her thighs.
Her flesh shines invitingly, that's what made you bite your lower lip, seeing such a strong and seemingly cold-blooded woman for the first time at your mercy. You were slowly saddle her leg to slide straight her older crotch. Her large palms immediately cover your round buttocks, pulling them even closer to her.
"Fuck... so good, sweetheart," she exhaled, watching as you looked straight into her eyes without a drop of shame, slowly starting to move, "really? When you're on the bottom, you look even better than usual." You said as you felt Jimin's hands force your hips to push against her own.
You cover your mouth with trembling hand, and Jimin does not take her excited gaze away from the place where their hips collide. This view really drove her crazy, making her want you even more, although it seemed like where else could it be?
"The hottest view I've ever had in my life," she said with a grin, she says greedily, licking her lips. She doesn't stop kneading the younger's soft buttocks and furiously rubbing her groin against her, catching your clumsy thrusts and half-strangled sobs.
You placed your palms on her stomach under the water, your hair sticks to her crimson cheeks, lips are dry, and you are both quite tense and focused on thrusting, because you both felt the approaching climax becoming more and more tangible.
You falls onto her chest with a drawn-out groan, continuing to twitch convulsively, and she herself presses her wet groin tightly against your folds, while she impatiently lifted your hips to increase the friction between them and prolong the pleasure spreading between her legs.
You both realized that you clearly didn't want to stop now, which is why, after a few minutes, your gazes met again, and you both understood each other without words.
Getting out of the hot tub as quickly as possible, you slowly wrapped your arms around her neck, jumping into her arms, wrapping your arms around her bare waist. Hands gripped your hips tightly as you both walked out of the bathroom, and despite the cold temperature contrast with the hot bath, you both made your way to the bed.
Jimin carefully laid you on your back, hovering over you, she grabs the soft roundness of your breasts with her palms, squeezes them through her own trembling and impatience, she sank lower, kisses your sunken stomach, inhaling the faint scent of your desire.
You don't hold back your moans when she does it especially well for you, but sometimes you react at all, and at other moments on the contrary, you felt everything too sensitively, not even understanding why your body reacted so much to her touches.
Your toes curl convulsively with pleasure. She looked up at you, her eyes dark and hazy with desire as she took in the exquisite sight of you arched against the pillows, your back bowed in pleasure.
"Quite the sight," she said, licking her lower lips, "Is it really me who has this influence on you?"
This question made you lift your head from the pillows, looking at her with a look that literally said "what-is-this-fucking-question", but despite this, you found the strength to answer with maximum restraint, despite the excess of feelings and emotions that were seething inside you, "and who else?"
She seemed to be satisfied with your answer, helped guide your legs up and over her shoulders, the soft skin of your inner thighs brushing against her cheeks, she leaned in closer, breath hot and heavy against your dripping core as she gazed up at your face, taking in every expression that flitted across your features.
"If you had said your boyfriend's name, I swear I would have killed you right now," with this words, she dove in, tongue delving deep into you, swirling and stroking your inner walls. She licked and suckled, her movements deliberate and focused on giving you the most of the pleasure she could ever give you.
Jimin's nose nestling against your mound as her tongue continued assault on your aching clit, the feeling of that stimulation made your body shudder.
"Fuck, baby..." She breathed, before diving back in again, rough surface of tongue delving deeper into your folds. She licked and sucked, her tongue curling to hit that spongy perfect spot inside you, "sweetheart, It feels like I can't get enough of you."
She could feel your body trembling, hear your breathy moans filling the room as she worked up you closer to your peak, your thighs tensing around her head, your body arching off the bed as the coil of tension in your core wound tighter and tighter.
Inner walls clamped down around the tip of her tongue as wave after wave of your orgasm crashed over you, your back arching sharply as you cried out for the last time.
The way your juices gushed, staining her chin turned her on even more, forcing her to obediently swallow every last drop.
With her lips moving up along the skin of your stomach, she chuckled, still feeling the tremors that seemed like they weren't going to leave your body.
"The most beautiful orgasm I've ever seen in my life," she giggled, licking the beads of sweat that were running down your wet body from your collarbone, skillfully catching each one with her tongue, "and it's clearly not the last."
It made you look at her questioningly, you saw the sly way she looked at you and it made you burn with anticipation. Not the last one?
"Are you up to something, Jimin?" you asked, your eyebrows raised in question, watching as instead of answering, she just smirked and moved away from you, taking her suitcase out from under the bed.
"You know, call me a freak, but I took something interesting on the trip with you," she said in a voice that was full of mystery, and in this voice you couldn’t even understand whether she was joking or speaking in all seriousness.
You didn't see what she was doing, you just heard a barely audible click, which made you wonder, is she fastening something? What is she doing?
But all the questions disappeared as soon as she straightened up, she started to slip the harness on, adjusting the straps until it fit snugly against her hips and thighs. The silicone of strap juttted out obscenely, bobbing with each movement as she positioned herself between your legs once more.
"A fucking strap-on, Yu Jimin?" You asked in surprise, despite the fact that this scenario clearly did not frighten or disgust you, "Are you seriously took it "with us" to Paris?"
Your surprised remarks made her laugh as she looked into your eyes defiantly, "why not? I couldn't pass up the chance to fuck you in a room with a view of the Eiffel Tower, it would be a waste of money."
Her answer made you snort playfully as she tightened the toy around her hips more, "come on, roll over for me, baby," Jimin instructed softly, her hands caressing your hips, "a little fun won't hurt, you know."
As you rolled over obediently, she helped arrange the pillows beneath your hips, lifting them to present yourself to her. She ran her hands over the globes of your ass, squeezing and kneading the firm flesh appreciatively.
She pressed the silicone tip against your entrance, rubbing it teasingly between your folds, wetting herself with your lubricant, hoping that this would allow her to slide into you more easily without causing you pain.
"Push back against me, angle your hips to take me deeper, it would be less painful for you, sweetheart," one hand slid around your hip to your front, finding your clit, rubbing slow, firm circles over the sensitive nub. The other hand gripped your hip, holding you steady as she started to thrust, building a steady rhythm.
She pulled out until just the tip remained before slamming back in, burying herself to the hilt. Her hips slapped against your cheeks with each powerful thrust, the lewd sound filling the room along with your needy moans.
She gradually picked up the pace as she felt she could move inside more freely, one hand sliding up your back to tangle in your hair. She tugged your head back, forcing your spine to arch even more as she pounded into you.
"You're looking so fuckable right now," she pushed her hips harder, with a particularly hard thrust, grinding the strap-on deep inside you as she continued to rub tight circles on your clit. She could feel your walls fluttering around the intrusion, your body instinctively trying to draw her in even deeper.
"You're looking so fuckable right now," she pushed her hips harder, with a particularly hard thrust, grinding the strap-on deep inside you as she continued to rub tight circles on your clit. She could feel your walls fluttering around the intrusion, your body instinctively trying to draw her in even deeper.
"Bet your boyfriend will never be able to do it the way I do it," she punctuated her possessive words with a sharp smack to your ass, watching as the flesh jiggled from the impact. "Fucking never," she rubbed the reddened skin soothingly before gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises, pulling you back to meet her rough thrusts.
Jimin pushed you over, again, your body convulsing beneath hers as your orgasm crashed over you. She worked you through it, fucking you through each aftershock until you collapsed onto the bed, spent and panting.
She followed you down, covering your body with her own, her hips still rocking gently against yours as she caught her breath. She gazed at you adoringly, brushing your sweat-soaked hair back from your face, her fingers tracing the curves of your cheeks.
Jimin began to move once, rolling her hips in a slow rhythm, the strap-on sliding in and out of you with a lewd squelch. Her face mere inches from yours, allowing you to see every flicker of emotion and lust in her eyes.
"That's it, baby. Wrap those legs around my waist," she encouraged, her voice a low, seductive murmur. "Pull me in deeper, angel. I want to be as close to you, pretty girl."
As you obeyed, locking your ankles around her back, she leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss, tongue delving into your mouth to intertwine with yours. She swallowed your moans and whimpers.
"That's my good girl," She praised breathlessly, breaking the kiss to gaze at you with hooded eyes dark with desire.
Your hands push her, forcing you to change positions, obviously, she did not offer any resistance to this, on the contrary, she encouraged it
"Sweetheart, you're so fucking eager for me, aren't you?" She purred, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "I love this side of you."
Her hands immediately went to your waist, gripping your hips possessively as she gazed up at you with a look of pure lust, hands up your sides, cupping your breasts, kneading the soft flesh as she admired your confidence. Her thumbs circled your nipples, teasing the sensitive buds till they pebbled under her touch.
"Ride me, baby," she encouraged, her voice low and thick with arousal. "I know you want to take all you need from me, do it, right now."
Jimin guided your hips with her hands, helping you set rhythm that was comfortable for you as you rose and fell on the strap-on. Her eyes were glued to where you both were joined, watching your cunt swallow her up again and again, your arousal coating the silicone.
"That's my good girl, bouncing on me so eagerly," she groaned, her head falling back against the pillow, "you're riding my cock like it was made for your pussy."
You felt your breathing quicken, how it became harder for you to breathe with every movement, because of how hard your body was shaking, she saw this and she continued to push herself, holding you by the hips.
With every push you were closer and closer to falling into the abyss, and the last push sent you straight there, with a loud groan, causing you to fall right onto her.
She wrapped her arms around you, holding you close as she rolled her hips, grinding against yours to prolong your climax. She gazed at you adoringly, brushing your sweat-soaked hair back from your face, her fingers tracing the curves of your cheeks.
Lips kissed your temple soothingly while the silicone toy was still inside you, clearly not planning on coming out yet. The way you breathed heavily into her neck made her chuckle, pulling you even closer.
"Sleep now, baby, you need to get some rest, I don't want my secretary to come to the meeting with shaking legs tomorrow.
CONTENTS : : alcohol , post-breakup , reunion , reconciliation , oral (f!receiving) , p in v sex , make up sex , drunk sex
GENRE : : (slight) angst , fluff && smut
SUMMARY : : call it poor timing that your parents shipped you off for your summer internship mere weeks after serena van der wooden’s mysterious departure. what’s worse is you didn’t leave things with your boyfriend, well, ex-boyfriend on the best of terms.
SONG : : bye [altare remix] — ariana grande
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you didn’t even want to go. your parents made a plan for you; things that were decided before you were even born. you’d go to the best school, graduate with academic prestige, frame that paper scroll like it means anything other than proof of your ability to study, and get that ceo job ‘cause that scroll says you should. because at the end of the day, everything looks better on paper.
everything has always been done for you, down to the finest details. your hair, your outfits, your friends. funnily enough, you actually like your friends. your hair isn’t bad, either; and your mom has okay taste, you suppose. you couldn’t say otherwise, anyway; since the majority of your closet has eleanor waldorf on the label.
first world problem, right? it wasn’t even really that your future was set in stone, without so much as an opinion on what color the tablecloths should be at your wedding. oh yeah, that’s all been planned, too. of course everything will be white; your dress probably another waldorf design. frilly macaroon—courtesy of paris and misery because beauty is pain. insert fancy word here: three business days long with too many accented letters. throw in a few silent ones too ‘cause it’s not hard enough to pronounce already.
brunch this, clubhouse that. just once, could one of these priggish brunches be bottomless?
you just want a voice. but it wouldn’t matter if you had one, it’s not like anyone would hear you. guests frequent your penthouse often, never the same faces twice. your father always leads them to the trophy cabinet, gushing over the plaques upon which your name is inscribed. figure skating championships ‘04, swimming gala from somewhen, tennis tournament of. . . ‘90-something? you’re his proudest achievement, of course. but he has to say that.
the davenport name still has to mean something when he no longer does. laughable, since he’s so hell-bent on your taking of the last name bass. if there’s one thing you’re not going to do, it’s have something in common with a type of fish.
with a bitter laugh, you sip from your wine. if there’s anything you love about london, it’s that you can drink at 18.
“you have way too little teeth to have an attitude of that size.” you heckle, wine sloshing in your glass as you hoot and holler alongside jeremy kyle’s live audience. how do people take this show seriously?
after a while, you begin channel-surfing. “bbc news, snore. eastenders? i’m an east-ender! well, east-sider. hmm, no.” chucking the remote somewhere behind you, you place your glass down and meander over to the tv set, opening the cabinet to peruse the movie options.
daddy got you a swanky apartment in chelsea. quite the commute from the offices, but he hired a driver to cover that. fully-furnished, you’ve got everything you need. the downside of course is that his generosity ended with the driver, so you don’t have a maid. you’re starting to grow tired of the microwaveable meals, too. there’s only so many lukewarm carbonaras a girl can take.
“dirty dancing? seen it. godfather? don’t get the appeal. the devil wears prada? she certainly does. pretty woman? thanks.” you shuffle through the selection until you come across the friends boxset. you purse your lips, then sigh and turn the vcr on. “it’s one of those nights.”
another two glasses later, you’re arguing with the tv. “they weren’t on a break!” with a shake of your head, you reach for the bottle. empty.
groaning, you pad over to the kitchen and tug open the wine fridge, only to find that empty also. “what? no way.”
the tiled floor plays victim to the wrath of you fluffy sock-clad stomps as you march back to the couch and flop down with a performative sigh. the episode has since finished, the main menu prompting you to switch over to the next one. “fine. this is the one consistency in my life right now, anyways.”
you jab your finger onto the play button and sink deeper into the cushions. ross starts to whinge about rachel’s 18-page letter again and you roll your head from side to side with a tut. “what the hell are you complaining about? you’re the one who slept with that copy place whore! rachel let you off easy. . . i would’ve gone all ‘hell hath no fury’ on your phd ass!”
okay, so maybe it hits close to home. except, you and nate actually were on a break, right? still, did it have to be serena? with a huff so strong that it blows a gale-force wind onto the stray hairs across your forehead, you snatch your cell from the crack between the couch cushions.
you and blair talk most days, sometimes even skype. she’s always the first to comment on your myspace uploads, usually to compliment your outfit or express jealousy over the pictures you post of iconic landmarks and local cuisine.
serena’s been radio silent since she went mia, and chuck texts next to never but that’s still more than what nate’s been giving you. if he’s been giving you anything, it’s the cold shoulder. the last time you heard from him was on your way to jfk airport. you remember the exact words that displayed across your cell’s little screen.
‘good luck in london. keep safe.’
that was a month ago.
you frown at the memory, and before you acquire the inner-strength—or inner-growth—not to, you find yourself clicking through your old photos.
skipping through the ones of you and serena, which for some reason, you don’t have the heart to delete; you finally stumble across the ones you’re seeking. with a wistful smile, you tilt your head and take you time flicking from one to the next.
selfies of you and nate smiling up at the camera occupy the small screen. some are silly, the two of you pulling funny faces; while others are more serious, the two of you mid-kiss or gazing lovingly at one another.
a single tear frees itself from your eye, gliding down the soft slope of your cheek like a raindrop on a window. he was your golden boy, the one with whom you were meant to spend the rest of your life. your parents wanted you to marry chuck, and still do. but nate always promised he’d never let that happen.
“look at us.” you hum, your vision blurring from the tears. “we had no idea.”
raised voices from the tv startle you and you flit your attention back to it. ross and rachel are amid another breakup, this time because ross preached to the choir that they were indeed on a break.
“i can’t,” you let out a shaky sigh and turn the tv off. “i can’t watch anymore.”
snapping your cell shut, you rise from the couch and begin making your way to your bedroom when a frenzied knock at the door stops you in your tracks.
frowning, you retrace your steps back across the living room and unlock the front door before cranking it open. your pulse quickens as you peer around it, mouth falling agape. “what are you doing here?”
nate shuffles nervously and clears his throat. “i had to see you.”
all you can do is stand there and stare, your words—if there are any—failing you.
nate pockets his hands and starts to rock back and forth on his heels. “can i. . . come in?”
after a moment’s hesitation, you move aside and allow him to step into your apartment. pulling the chain back across, you slowly turn to face him and fold your arms defensively. “we live in the 21st century, you know. if you wanted to see me, you could’ve video called. flying across the atlantic is a bit much, don’t you think?”
he rubs the back of his neck, then takes a cautious step nearer. “that’s not the same. i needed to see you.”
you want nothing more than to run into his arms and have him hold you forever. it takes everything in you to refrain. it’s strange, ever since you arrived you’ve wished he’d turn up on your doorstep. now that he’s actually here, you kind of wish he’d leave. with a slow blink and an even slower exhale, you undo the chain again and open the door, pointing out into the dark hallway with a manicured finger.
“okay, you’ve seen me. off you go.”
his face falls, those big blue eyes threatening to drown you in their sea of sorrow. “no, not until i’ve said some things. i. . . i’ve got a lot of things i’d like to say, if you’ll please just hear me out.”
you look away, scared you’ll crumble beneath his desperate gaze. “i can hear perfectly fine over the phone. this couldn’t be a phone call?”
“no, it couldn’t.” he stands firmly in place, but still appears unsure of himself.
you can’t say you’re not curious, and no matter how mad at him you might be, you’re not about to throw him out after he’s travelled halfway across the world to say his piece. so you finally relent, pushing the door to a close before brushing past him to take a seat on the couch.
he stays glued to the spot, looking over at you like he’s lost. with a small smile, you pat the space next to you. he smiles back, his expression hopeful, and lowers himself to sit beside you. when his knee bumps yours, you subtly scoot away, to which you swear you see him wince at what he must assume to be rejection.
“i’m all ears.” you say, trying to sound nonchalant when you’re in fact about to burst at the seams.
he nods and takes a thick swallow, his fingers flexing pensively. “well, first of all, i want to say how good it is to see you.” the confession is softly-spoken, his eyes even softer when they flicker up to land on yours.
“yeah, well. . .” you trail off with a shrug, suddenly enamoured with the skin around your nails as you pick at them.
his feet shift and he lowers his head to rake his hands through his mousy hair. when he looks up again, his face is overcast. “i, uh. . . i’ve missed you.”
“could’ve fooled me.” you mumble. “good luck in london, keep safe. really?”
he gives you an incredulous look. “if i’d begged you to stay, would you have? when has that ever worked before?” he scrubs his fists against his eyes. “i wasn’t sure you’d even respond, which was fair, ‘cause you didn’t. you couldn’t at least let me know you’d landed?”
“well, evidently i did.” now fiddling with the hem of your tank top, a loose thread makes itself known and you yank it out, then let it float to the floor.
nate watches the action with pinched brows, his eyes following the thread on its journey through the dense air that divides you. “don’t be like that, please. i’ve been worried about you. i try to ask blair and chuck how you are, but blair’s pretty much iced me out and chuck either pretends not to know or likes to see me suffer. you have no idea how hard things have been—”
“aw, why? did your girlfriend sleep with one of your best friends?” you snicker cruelly when he shamefully diverts his attention back to the floor. “oh no, wait. . . that was you.”
“hey, we weren’t together then, remember?” his voice ups in volume, but not in anger. waves of sadness roll beneath it, like you’re the tide that reels it in.
“whatever. the breakup was fresh, nate. you waited, what, 24 hours? one day and you were already fucking my closest friend.” you scoff and trap your bottom lip between your teeth, fighting the urge to break down in sobs.
there’s a pause before he speaks again. “it was a one-night stand. i didn’t plan it, i certainly didn’t go looking for it, and to say it was unexpected is an understatement. i mean, jesus, i was wasted! i barely even remember it. i was miserable ‘cause the last place i wanted to be was at a damn wedding. then i headed to the bar to drink alone but blair had already sent serena there to sober up, ‘cause that’s where you go to do that apparently.” he pauses, lets out a huff, then glances around aimlessly before continuing.
“she was on the bar top throwing her legs around, and i thought she might fall so i tried to steady her. next thing i knew, she was in my lap. i was still shitfaced and hardly knew my own name. then she started kissing me and. . .”
he stops himself, aware of his rambling and your probable desire to hear no more about it.
you rub your forearm, feeling the goosebumps that have arisen there. “and. . .?”
“and,” he starts, swiping a hand along the curved arch of his stubbled jaw. “and there’s nothing in my life i’ve regretted more. i. . . i think about it all the time. not because i like to, but because it’s what cost me you.”
“you’d already lost me.” you tell him, and as the words roll off your tongue, they leave a bitter taste. it hurts for you to say because it simply isn’t true. he hadn’t lost you, but it felt like you lost him.
nate’s head whips in your direction rather sharply, expression heavy and pained. the statement obviously punched him right in the gut. a physical punch would’ve hurt less. “really? so before you found out about serena and i, our relationship didn’t stand a chance?”
of course it did, but you won’t let yourself say it. “nate—”
“we were great together.” he argues, taking both your hands in his. his grip is firm and assured, and you’d forgotten how much you missed his skin on yours. his touch. “regardless of how much i sometimes wish i wasn’t some rich, privileged kid. an archibald. i’m also glad to have led this life, because this life gave me you.”
his thumb traces random patterns against the back of your hand, then he gives your wrists a squeeze, directing your gaze back to his. your breath catches in your throat at the sight of him, like you’re seeing him for the first time again.
“that night meant nothing to me, because what happened didn’t mean anything. it was stupid and if i could take it back i would, but i can’t.” his eyes search yours pleadingly, remorseful and brimmed with longing.
you retract your hands, a chill coursing through you at the loss. “i just don’t know.”
“what do you need me to say? that i love you?” he teeters his body toward yours, his arm draping over the back of the couch. “because i will.”
your lips part, your tongue poking out to wetten the plump flesh. his eyes dart down, pursuing its path. “i. . .”
they linger there, then wander up the bridge of your nose until he’s staring into your eyes again. your stomach spins, but you blame the wine.
you do want to hear him say it, but refuse to give in.
“tell me what to do.” he murmurs, and you almost don’t notice his hand slip back into yours until it scorches you, snatching the breath right out of your lungs like a hiccup.
“if i do, i won’t be able to resist you.” it’s humiliating to be so raw and honest. vulnerability looks good on no one. it’s so tacky. “i can’t get hurt again, nate. it almost killed me.”
that kills him, just when he thought he couldn’t feel bad enough. “stop trying so hard.” he whispers it, the words wafting over your skin—a ghost of a kiss, velvety like the ones you used to share. “i love you.”
there it is. three little words, eight little letters. they take a bite out of your soul like the very first time he uttered them, all those years ago.
“nate—”
his lips cover yours, swallowing his name as your mouths slot together perfectly like the two remaining pieces of a puzzle. you want to pull back, be that strong independent woman you’ve been trying to embody since your leave, but you surrender to him, your bodies melting together as you kiss him back.
you feel him nip at your lower lip, asking for better access. it’s then that you break the kiss with a slight pop, head fuzzy. “i’m drunk.” you admit, dragging your thumb around the edge of your damp, slightly kiss-bitten mouth.
he smiles. “me too. made a pit stop at a pub for some dutch courage.”
your heart drops like a penny in a quiet room. “oh. you couldn’t have meant any of it then. . .” it’s probably paranoia, but you can’t quench the nagging feeling that this was all too good to be true. or maybe you’re dreaming again? “people do things they don’t mean when they’re drunk, you especially.”
he grimaces at your implication. “what’s that saying? ‘a drunk man’s words are a sober man’s thoughts’? i promise you i was sober when i bought that plane ticket, and sober on the flight over here when i was praying it wouldn’t be for nothing.”
that’s good enough for you. unwanting to hold back any longer, you grab his face and smash your lips against his. it takes a moment for him to reciprocate, surprised at your sudden forwardness, but his strong arms soon surround you, molding your body to the form of his.
you find yourself on your back soon enough, nate hovering above you as his kisses roam south of your lips to your chin, then lower. a contented sigh escapes you and you can’t fight the grin that spreads across your face. “i’ve missed this.”
“me too.” he mumbles against the skin that peaks out above your tank top. “and i’ve been meaning to make things up to you.”
he flashes that signature smirk, the one that makes you weak at the knees, and slowly pushes your top up to reveal your breasts, his hand skimming your waist on its way up.
you let out a moan when he lowers his head, his mouth hot as he leaves wet kisses upon your flushed skin. your giggles fill the room, his teeth grazing your pert nipple as he suppresses a laugh of his own, then he plants his chin between your breasts to peep up at you.
“someone’s comfortable.” you beam, running a hand through his ruffled hair before gripping hard.
his eyes flutter shut, then his face disappears again, nose nuzzling like he’s trying to motorboat you as eloquently as one can. “best seat in the house.”
“i dunno, i can think of a better one.” you arch your brow pointedly at him, then punctuate the hint by pushing down on his head.
his eyes light up and he smiles broadly at you, holding eye contact as he descends the length of your body, worshiping it all the while as he scatters kisses in his wake. he leaves one right on your hip bone, then eases your sweatpants over your thighs and past your knees until they’re a crumpled heap on the floor.
you nibble at your fingertip when he rears up to shed his shirt, flinging it sidelong to join your sweats. you seize the opportunity to appreciate him from his sculpted arms to his toned stomach. he gives your calf a gentle pinch when he catches you staring, but his face tells you he’s enjoying the attention.
“no matter where i am, you always give me a room with a view.” you purr, your tone jesting despite being deadly serious. he wrinkles his nose at the corny comment, but can’t help an amused snort. you lift your leg to skate your foot down his front, stopping at the front of his jeans where you curl your toes and apply some light pressure.
he groans, head tipping back. you exaggerate a pout when he takes hold of your ankle, placing it on his shoulder instead, then reaches for the other to do the same.
you allow yourself to relax, anticipation bubbling in your core as he situates himself between your legs, his soft breath a cool contrast against your heat. he hooks his fingers under your panties, but when he makes no attempt to remove them, you crack an eyelid to find him looking up at you in question. you smile sweetly and nod your head.
his lip quirks and he doesn’t waste another second, peeling them away to expose you entirely.
“stop torturing me!” you tease, his tardiness winding you up.
“this is what you get.” he kisses your inner thighs, his hands curling around them to pull you closer to his face. “for leaving me.”
you clamp them around his head with a playful frown, but you let out a yelp when he nudges your center with his nose. “alright, alright. i can be patient, i guess.”
he hums, taking a moment to admire you before flattening his tongue to rest snugly between your folds. your breath comes quickly, your chest heaving as he drags it upward to flick and twirl. the initial serenity of having his tongue on you again only lasts until he purses his lips around your clit, sucking harshly. your fingers clench into his hair, knuckles paling when he doesn’t relent, releasing with a crude pop before probing it with his tongue’s tip.
your moans become strangulated, their pitch increasing when his hands meander upward to fondle your breasts while his mouth travels further down. the twin sensations narrow on your spine, back arching of its own accord once his tongue enters you, his nose replacing its earlier focus on your clit.
“nate. . .”
“hmm?” it vibrates against you, his stubble caressing the undersides of your thighs in the most delicious way.
“come here.” you demand, breathless.
“don’t think i can get any closer.” he rasps, lapping at you before licking a long, tedious stripe back up through your folds.
you groan, head slamming against the arm of the couch. “come here.”
he chuckles against you when you dig your nails into his shoulders, raking your fingers all the way up his arms to where his hands massage your chest.
“please.”
your voice is angelic and he almost comes right there and then. your whimpers are what he was hoping he’d be hearing tonight, after all. not your cries. well, not the sad kind, anyway.
“since you asked so nicely.” he surges up with a cocky smirk, catching your mouth in another heated kiss. its intensity floors you, and he takes advantage of your throaty gasp to snake his tongue inside, searching for its mate. they tangle together, messy and uncoordinated.
growing increasingly impatient, your hands slither between your bodies to fumble with his belt, eventually unbuckling it. you bend your legs and use your feet to force his pants down, your hands preoccupied with palming him through his boxers. his hips buck against you, his mouth leaving yours to suckle urgently at your neck.
he positions himself, lifting his head from the purplish mark he’s sucked onto your skin to look down at you with a fondness that almost melts you. your hands yank his boxers down, his cock springing free to burrow against your slit. you both jolt at the contact and your hands come up to cup his cheeks. he leans into it, rolling his hips slightly so he slides through your folds.
he twists his head to kiss your palm, then your wrist, and props himself on his elbows as he pulls his hips back to align himself. you lock your legs around his slim waist and he shifts his weight onto one arm to secure your hip with one splayed hand.
no words are needed, your eyes doing all the talking as you gaze at one another, not even breaking eye contact when he slowly pushes into you. your legs tighten around him, his fingertips cutting into the supple flesh of your curves.
you were sleeping together for the entirety of your relationship, and you crossed that line even before you became romantically involved, giving yourselves to each other as best friends. but this time feels different. it’s potently intimate and your heart skips at the realization.
as if he can read your thoughts, he smiles adoringly at you and pulls halfway out a few times, then sinks all the way back in. you stay like that for a short time, neither one of you moving while you spread feather-light kisses over each other. eventually, you grind up against him, silently asking him to move.
so he does, finding a pleasing rhythm you can both match as his lips alternate between your neck and mouth. he maintains a deliberate pace at first, each pump dragging torturously within you until you reach around him to claw at his back with need.
he releases your hip to cradle your head, picking up speed as he starts to thrust a little more forcefully. he presses further against you, deepening the angle. your jaw drops and you moan a little louder than intended, then lunge forward to claim his lips again.
his chest rumbles appreciatively, reverberating against you as you rock together on the couch, consuming each other’s cries of pleasure. your teeth clash a few times but neither of you care, losing yourselves in the moment as the flow of his rhythm loses its precision and becomes more frantic.
you mirror him, meeting his thrusts midway with your own. the tenderness remains with the raw addition of desperation and a month’s worth of yearning as you both near the edge, and you mewl into his panting mouth when he slams into you a little roughly.
he breaks the kiss to look at you with wide eyes and your heart swells at the mild concern that dashes across his features, then pull his face back to yours, keeping him there with a hand on either side of his sweat-damp neck.
when the pent-up emotion hits you, so does your climax, and the ecstasy of it carries in your voice to ring off the walls. it doesn’t take long for his release to follow, his pace slowing but not stilling completely for a few transcending moments.
you hold him to you while you collect yourselves, your legs trembling around him. unable to hold himself up any longer and not wanting to crush you, he shifts himself onto his side, slipping out of you as he does.
your brows furrow at his absence, almost saddened by the way you feel yourself shrink without him to stretch you out.
once you’ve both caught your breath, you turn to look at one another, your foreheads knocking together. his blue eyes shine at you, crinkling at the corners.
“what the hell are you laughing at?” you grin, practically giddy.
he slings his arm around your midriff, tucking you more snugly against him. “i’m not! i’m smiling. i understand that’s what people do when they’re happy.”
you giggle girlishly, still riding the waves of your immediate afterglow. there’s no high quite like this. “me too, that was nice.”
“just nice? well, damn.”
he squirms when you jab him, then twists at the waist when you find the ticklish spot just above his ribs. “nooo, mercy!”
“fine.” you yield, turning onto your side to snuggle up to him and nestle your head into the crook of his neck.
his other arm wraps around your shoulders and his presses a kiss to the crown of your head, then inhales the familiar scent of your hair. “you, woman, are a wicked sorceress.”
you scoff, smushing your cheek more cozily against his skin. “please. you love me.”
“i do.” he gives your shoulder a reassuring squeeze.
“i love you too, nathaniel archibald.” you whisper, suddenly shy as you drape your leg over his and play your fingers across his chest.
“so. . . come back to new york with me?” he implores, reaching down to run his hand up your bent leg and over your thigh.
“my parents will kill me if i don’t complete my internship.” you sigh, now missing manhattan even more if that’s possible.
“well, we can’t have that, can we? guess i’ll have to stay here a little longer, then.”
⎯⎯ ⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 note : : uh, why are there barely any fics for this man? he’s so beautiful. can we all lock in please? i need MORE. nate girlies unite!!
Synopsis: Quiet bookworm Y/N, tired of being underestimated, clashes with queen bee Karina at a party. Karina's attempt to humiliate Y/N backfires when Y/N reveals a hidden seductive side, leaving Karina both shocked and captivated. The encounter sparks an unexpected obsession in Karina, dramatically shifting their dynamic.
Warnings: 18+ smut | men dni
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The bass thrummed through Y/N's chest, a dull vibration against her ribs, but it did little to drown out the anxious buzz in her head.
Winter's parties were always a sensory overload, a kaleidoscope of flashing lights and shouting voices, a world away from the quiet corners of the library she usually inhabited.
She clutched her beer bottle, the condensation cold against her palm, and tried to blend into the shadows.
Winter had insisted she come, promising it would be "fun," introducing her to Liz, Rei, and Mina. They'd been chatting, a comfortable bubble of familiarity in the chaos, but then, one by one, they'd vanished, pulled into the swirling mass of bodies, leaving Y/N alone.
Then, she saw them. Karina, a vision in a sleek, black dress, her laughter sharp and bright, cutting through the noise like a shard of glass. Her entourage, a pack of equally polished girls, trailed behind her, their eyes glittering with amusement. Y/N shrank back, hoping to become invisible.
"Well, well, well," Karina's voice, laced with a playful malice, echoed through the small space.
"If it isn't Winter's little bookworm. What are you doing hiding over here? Trying to decipher the meaning of life in a beer bottle?"
"Just... enjoying the music," Y/N mumbled, taking a nervous sip of her drink, not because of Karina’s presence, but because of socializing.
"Enjoying the music?" one of Karina's friends, a girl with bright pink hair, chimed in. "Or just trying to figure out how to invite people to your book club org?"
Karina's eyes, dark and knowing, narrowed. She leaned closer, the scent of her expensive perfume filling Y/N's nostrils.
"You know, Y/N," she purred, her voice low and dangerous, "I've always wondered... what's it like to be so... innocent?" She emphasized the word, drawing it out, her eyes flicking to Y/N's outfit, a polo and a pair of pants, and then back to her flushed face.
"Still a virgin?" one of the friends asked, laughing.
Y/N opened her mouth to speak, but the words caught in her throat.
"Seriously," Karina continued, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. "You're always so quiet, so... reserved. It's almost cute." She paused, a cruel smile playing on her lips.
"Almost, but pity you know no one wants to make out with you."
"Leave her alone, Karina," a voice cut through the tension. Winter, her brow furrowed, pushed her way through the crowd. "Y/N's my friend."
"Oh, come on, Winter," Karina scoffed, waving a manicured hand dismissively.
"We're just having a little chat. Aren't we, Y/N?" She turned back to Y/N, her eyes glittering with a predatory amusement.
"Or are you too busy cataloging the literary symbolism of spilled beer to participate in a real conversation?"
Y/N's fingers tightened around the neck of her beer bottle. The urge to shrink away, to disappear, was almost overwhelming. But something in Karina's taunting gaze, the way she seemed to relish Y/N's discomfort, sparked a flicker of defiance.
"A real conversation?" Y/N echoed, her voice surprisingly steady. "Is that what you call it? Because it sounds more like a poorly written character assassination."
A ripple of surprised laughter went through Karina's entourage. Karina's eyes narrowed, the amusement replaced by a flash of something sharper.
"Oh, so the bookworm has claws," she purred, her voice laced with a dangerous undertone. "I'm impressed. Though I suspect they're more like paper cuts."
"Maybe," Y/N replied, meeting Karina's gaze directly, "but paper cuts can be surprisingly painful, especially when you least expect them."
"And what exactly are you implying, Y/N?" Karina challenged, her voice low.
Before Y/N could respond, Winter stepped between them, placing a hand on Y/N's arm. "Karina, just drop it. Y/N's not in the mood for your games."
"Games?" Karina raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "I'm simply trying to understand Y/N's... unique perspective. It's not every day you meet someone who prefers the company of fictional characters to real people." She gestured around the crowded room.
"Especially at a party like this."
"Maybe I prefer the company of characters who don't judge me for what I wear or who I choose to talk to," Y/N said, looking directly at Karina.
"Or who doesn't assume I'm a virgin just because I don't feel the need to broadcast my personal life."
A tense silence fell over the group. Karina's friends exchanged uneasy glances. Winter looked at Y/N with a mixture of surprise and admiration. Karina, however, simply smirked.
"Touché," she said, her voice dripping with a newfound respect. "But don't think this is over, bookworm. The night is still young." She turned to her friends, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"Come on, girls. Let's find some real entertainment."
"You didn't?" Winter stared at Y/N, her mouth slightly agape, a mixture of disbelief and awe in her eyes. Y/N simply shook her head, a small, almost sheepish smile playing on her lips. "It's because of the alcohol," Y/N explained, gesturing vaguely with her beer bottle. "It loosened my tongue, I guess."
Winter's eyes widened further. "Loosened your tongue? You practically turned into a verbal ninja! I've never seen you stand up to Karina like that."
She paused, then added, a hint of concern in her voice, "Are you okay? You seem…different."
Y/N shrugged, taking another sip of her beer. "I'm fine. Just…tired of being underestimated, I suppose." She glanced around the room, the swirling mass of bodies and flashing lights suddenly seeming less intimidating.
"And maybe a little tired of being alone in corners."
"Well, you're definitely not alone now," Winter said, giving her a reassuring smile. "And if Karina tries anything else, I'll be right there."
"Thanks," Y/N said, a genuine warmth spreading through her. "But I think I can handle her now." She paused, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Besides, I have some new material for my next book club meeting. 'How to verbally disarm a mean girl with the power of literary references.' "
Winter burst out laughing. "That's perfect! You should totally do that." She paused, then her eyes lit up.
"Hey, you know what? Let's ditch this corner and actually enjoy the party. Liz, Rei, and Mina are probably still out there, somewhere…making out, as Karina so eloquently put it." She made a face, then grabbed Y/N's arm.
"Come on, let's find them. And maybe some better music."
As they navigated through the crowd, Y/N felt a sense of lightness she hadn't experienced in a long time. The alcohol, combined with the adrenaline of her confrontation with Karina, had given her a newfound confidence.
She found herself actually enjoying the energy of the party, the laughter and music no longer feeling like a threat, but rather a vibrant backdrop to her own newfound boldness.
Meanwhile,
"Look who it is," said the pink-haired girl from Karina's group, her eyes fixed on Y/N. "The bookworm's trying to blend in with the cool kids."
Another girl from the group, with dark, heavily lined eyes, snickered. "Yeah, like she even knows how to dance. She probably thinks a 'club mix' is a literary analysis of a social gathering."
Karina, who had been lingering nearby, turned her attention to the scene. A slow, predatory smile spread across her face.
"Well, well, well," she drawled, her voice carrying over the music. "It seems our little bookworm is trying to break out of her shell. How…adorable."
"Karina," the pink-haired girl continued, her voice rising with a hint of urgency. "She totally dissed you back there. In front of everyone. We can’t let her get away with that. She’s a loser.”
The dark-eyed girl added, "Yeah, she thinks she's so clever. We have to teach her a lesson. Show her who's really in charge. We should test if she's really a virgin."
Karina's smile widened, a glint of something dangerous in her eyes. "You're right," she said, her voice low and smooth.
"We can't have our little bookworm thinking she can challenge the queen, can we?" She paused, her gaze locking onto Y/N, who was now laughing and dancing with Winter, a beer in her hand. "Let's give her a little…demonstration."
She turned to her friends. "I have an idea.”
Karina never expected her plan for Y/N to backfire like this. She couldn't tell if it was good karma or bad.
"You know, Karina, I've been dying to teach you a lesson. You're such a bitch, acting like some kind of angel," Y/N said in a raspy voice, kissing Karina's neck. Her hand slid beneath Karina's dress, sending shivers down her spine.
"Don't tease me," Karina said, but Y/N just laughed, slowly unzipping Karina's dress and effortlessly unclasping her bra strap. Karina gasped as Y/N cupped her breast.
Y/N's touch was both gentle and demanding, her fingers tracing the curve of Karina's breast, sending a jolt of electricity through her body. Karina's breath hitched, a soft moan escaping her lips.
She had always been the one in control, the one who dictated the terms, but now, she found herself at the mercy of Y/N's touch, her carefully constructed facade crumbling.
How? Karina thought, a flicker of confusion mixing with the rising desire.
How does this…this bookworm know exactly what to do?
"You like that, Karina?" Y/N whispered, her voice a low growl against Karina's ear. "Do you like knowing someone else is in charge?"
Karina's eyes fluttered closed, a wave of heat washing over her. She couldn't deny the thrill, the forbidden pleasure of surrendering control. "Yes," she breathed, her voice barely audible.
It shouldn't feel this good, a voice in her head whispered, especially not from her.
Y/N's lips trailed down Karina's neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Her hand moved lower, slipping beneath the waistband of Karina's skirt, her fingers tracing the delicate curve of her hip. Karina gasped, her body arching involuntarily. This isn't possible, Karina's mind raced, she’s too…experienced.
"You're so beautiful, Karina," Y/N murmured, her voice thick with desire. "So powerful. But even queens have their weaknesses, don't they?"
With a swift, practiced movement, Y/N unhooked Karina's skirt, letting it pool at her feet. Karina stood before her, clad only in her lingerie, her body trembling with a mixture of fear and anticipation.
Y/N's eyes raked over her, a predatory gleam in their depths.
Where did she learn this? Karina wondered, her thoughts a whirlwind of confusion and arousal.
This isn’t the awkward, innocent girl I thought she was.
"Now," Y/N whispered, her voice laced with a dangerous promise, "let's see how far you're willing to go." Karina's mind was a chaotic mess.
The girl she’d always dismissed as a quiet, unassuming nerd was now commanding her attention, her body, with a confidence that both terrified and thrilled her. The contrast was jarring, and it made the encounter even more intoxicating.
Karina's breath hitched as Y/N's gaze lingered on her exposed skin. How can she look at me like that? she thought, a strange mix of vulnerability and excitement coursing through her. Y/N's eyes, usually hidden behind a veil of quiet observation, now burned with an intensity that made Karina's knees weak.
"You're so tense," she murmured, her voice a low, soothing hum. "Relax, Karina. Let go."
Y/N leaned in, her lips brushing against Karina's ear. "Tell me, Karina," she whispered, her voice laced with a playful challenge. "Are you still so sure I'm a virgin?"
Karina's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. She wanted to deny it, to reclaim her power, but the words caught in her throat. The evidence was undeniable.
Y/N's touch, her confidence, her knowledge of Karina's body – it all spoke of experience, of a hidden depth that Karina had never suspected.
"I…I don't understand," Karina stammered, her voice barely a whisper. Y/N chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent a shiver down Karina's spine.
"Maybe," she whispered, her lips trailing down Karina's neck, "you're not supposed to."
She nipped gently at Karina's skin, eliciting a soft moan. "Just feel, Karina," she murmured. "Just let go."
Y/N's lips crashed down on hers, a hungry, demanding kiss that sent a wave of heat through Karina's body. The world outside the room faded away, leaving only the two of them, locked in a dance of desire and discovery. The kiss deepened, Y/N's tongue exploring the depths of Karina's mouth, eliciting a soft moan.
Karina's hands, initially hesitant, now gripped Y/N's shoulders, pulling her closer, desperate for more. The taste of Y/N, the feel of her skin against hers, the raw, undeniable power radiating from her – it was all so overwhelming, so intoxicating.
"You taste so good, Karina," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. She moved lower, her lips tracing the curve of Karina's breast, her tongue swirling around the sensitive peak. Karina's body trembled, her hands gripping the sheets, her nails digging into the soft fabric. A wave of pleasure washed over her, so intense it almost brought tears to her eyes.
"Please, Y/N," Karina pleaded, her voice trembling as Y/N teased her clit with her fingers. Y/N couldn't help but tease Karina, enjoying the sight of the notorious mean girl begging for her touch.
"And what's the magic word, Karina?" Y/N whispered, her voice laced with amusement. Karina's cheeks flushed crimson, a mixture of shame and raw desire warring within her. She had never begged for anything in her life, let alone for pleasure.
But Y/N's touch, the way she expertly teased and tormented her, had stripped away her carefully constructed defenses, leaving her raw and exposed.
"Please," she whispered again, her voice thick with desperation. "Please, Y/N, I need this."
Y/N's lips curled into a playful smirk. "That's better," she murmured, her fingers continuing their tantalizing dance. "But you're still missing something."
Karina's breath hitched, her body trembling with anticipation. "What?" she breathed, her voice barely audible.
"Say my name," Y/N whispered, her voice a low, seductive growl.
"Beg for me, Karina."
A wave of heat washed over Karina, her pride battling with the overwhelming need for release. She had always been the one in control, the one who demanded obedience. But now, she found herself on her knees, begging for the very thing she had always denied herself.
"Y…Y/N," she stammered, her voice trembling. "Please, Y/N, please…I need you."
Y/N's eyes darkened, a predatory gleam in their depths. "Good girl," she murmured, her voice laced with a dark satisfaction.
"Now, let's see how much you really want it."
With a sudden, decisive movement, Y/N increased the pressure, her fingers moving with a practiced rhythm that sent a wave of pleasure crashing over Karina.
Karina cried out, her body arching off the bed, her nails digging into the sheets. The world around her dissolved, leaving only the sensation of Y/N's touch, the raw, unadulterated pleasure that threatened to consume her.
Karina's body shuddered, a series of tremors wracking her frame as she reached the peak of her climax. A strangled cry escaped her lips, a mixture of pleasure and disbelief. She had never experienced anything so intense, so raw, so utterly consuming.
Y/N's fingers continued their rhythmic dance, milking every last drop of pleasure from Karina's trembling body. She watched, her eyes dark and knowing, as Karina's body convulsed, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
As the aftershocks subsided, Karina lay limp, her body still humming with the afterglow of her orgasm. Her mind was a blank slate, her thoughts a jumbled mess of sensation and surprise. She had never imagined that she, the untouchable Karina, could be reduced to such a state of blissful surrender.
Y/N leaned in, her lips brushing against Karina's ear. "Was that good, Karina?" she whispered, her voice a low, seductive murmur.
Karina could only nod, her voice lost somewhere in the haze of her pleasure. She turned her head, her eyes meeting Y/N's. A flicker of something akin to awe crossed her face.
"How…?" she breathed, her voice barely audible.
Y/N chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent a shiver down Karina's spine.
"Let's just say," she murmured, her eyes twinkling with amusement, "I have a few hidden talents."
She paused, her gaze lingering on Karina's flushed face. "And," she added, her voice laced with a playful challenge, "I'm just getting started."
A strange thought began to form in the back of Karina's mind. This wasn't just a one-time thing, a fleeting moment of weakness.
This…this was something else.
The way Y/N's touch had ignited her body, the way she had surrendered so completely, it was unlike anything she had ever experienced.
A dangerous, thrilling thought crept into her mind:
