I'm hot, I'm on my period and I'm horny. So you know what time it is.
Green Goblin smut time.
Cw: OOC, Oral (fem receiving), period sex, Norman not involved in this chapter, only gobby.
You never know what to expect when you tell your husband's other self something, especially when you're on your period, because every month you expect it to be gone for good. And every past month you've been disappointed.
Usually, when you tell him you're on your period, he just laughs. Or makes a mocking comment about how "it's about to be raining blood".. he's normally very unhelpful on these occasions.
You didn't expect much today, even if the pain was insufferable, just his usual bickering as always. So imagine your surprise when he comes up to you asking to eat you out.
"..Are you sure?" You question, looking for signs of this being another one of his pranks.
He grins, that stupidly big grin he makes when he's toying with someone. "Absolutely! Why would I even ask otherwise?"
You roll your eyes, deciding to accept as it'd give you less of a headache. "Fine. But be quick."
You expected him to last, what? 5 minutes and then get bored? Maybe 10 if he found it fun enough.
You didn't expect him to last 45 minutes. You definitely didn't expect yourself to last 45 minutes.
His tongue lapped at your cunt like it was his favourite brand of ice cream, he didn't even seem to care about getting his face all bloodied up. Your hand griped his hair as you threw your head back.
His thumb drew circles around your clit deliciously, and you slowly felt another orgasm push through your body, something the goblin notices and grins before starting to aggressively make out with your pussy.
Fuck. It feels amazing. A mix of begging and moaning leave your mouth as you press yourself harder against him, an action that only makes his grin widen as he speaks directly to your slit, his voice muffled for obvious reasons.
"Aw c'mon.. cum for little ol' goblin, won't ya?"
And oh god you do.
He lifts you out of his face, admiring the mess that was left, one he made, a beautiful mixture of blood, cum and his saliva spread all over your thighs. Magnificent.
"Ugh, guess it's time for aftercare already.. what a shame, I was having fun."
And just like that, you're carried to the bathtub to be cleaned off.
Haii! I love your writing! I was wondering if we could get some more everyone loves you from your gossip girl fanfic? I love that work so so much!!! 🙏🙏🙏❤️❤️❤️
PROTECTED DARLING
Summary: you’re connection with the elite of manhattan doesn’t go unnoticed which places a huge target on your back
Warnings: poly!Breakfast club ft Dan//Yandere!characters//manipulation//lemon//jealousy//possessive behaviour//blackmail//violence//reverse harem
Rom Pairing: Breakfast club x reader, Dan Humphrey x reader, Georgina sparks x reader, Vanessa x reader, Scott Rosson x reader
FEM! READER
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YOU KNEW the moment your relationships went public that you weren’t going to remain safe for long. You just didn’t think it would happen this soon.
It was a public event. All the elite dressed in their fanciest dresses and suits, manipulative personalities hidden as kind smiles took over their features.
But you felt the shift when you entered the room. Everyone did. You wore a stunning dress Serena and Blair bought you, it wrapped around your body perfectly.
You were the sheep in a room of wolves.
The others had temporarily left your side, probably messing with their victims of the night or securing business connections.
They had left you with Scott—who was possibly the only person they trusted—he was talking about his latest father-mother-son date with Rufus and Lily. The three had gotten closer after Scott ultimately chose to stay.
(He stayed for you but he won’t ever admit it.)
You were safe with him.
Until you weren’t.
He had only left to get the two of you another champagne but as he turned, you felt someone slide an arm around your waist.
The scent of strong alcohol made you wince.
“And look who decided to grace us with her presence?” A deep chuckle left his lips, cheeks red from whatever alcohol or drugs the man had taken.
You reconigsed him as one of Chuck’s business partners. You didn’t know his name or whatever elite family lineage he came from which meant he was irrelevant.
Being unknown meant you were replaceable.
Which was much more dangerous for him than you. Whatever he was about to do to you would cost him his entire legacy.
“You were always so beautiful, ya know? Alluring.” His grip on your waist tightened, landing in so close you smelt the cheap cologne he put on earlier that day. “It’s a damn shame those kids got to you first.”
You didn’t reply.
It was safer that way but it wouldn’t stop him from mistaking your silence as an invitation. Which he currently was.
His fingers grazed the curve of your ass, you stiffened immediately. The others didn’t teach you how to avoid this kind of interaction.
Your eyes quickly searched for someone—anyone to come to your aid. But every elite looked away as your gaze met theirs. Reminding you harshly of the cruel nature of those in power, helping you wouldn’t give them no sort of award.
You were a sheep.
Wolves don’t protect sheep.
“Leave me alone.” Finally finding strength to speak up, eyes narrowing into a deep frown. You pushed his arm off your waist, taking two steps back and crossing your arms over your chest.
“Stand taller, don’t let your voice shake. If they sense even a speck of fear, they’ll use it to their advantage.” Nathaniel once told you during a run.
You repeated his words over and over again.
You stood taller, chin higher than usual. Your face turned into a sneer, an expression you’ve seen on Blair about a hundred times before. “I’m here with someone. Step away.”
The man’s posture straightened. He assessed your appearance, the change in your demeanor. Something in his gaze sharpened, not in the way that worked out in your favor.
His smirk that had disappeared just moments ago reappeared. “I don’t see anyone here with you. You’re alone.”
You faltered. Just for a second.
A second too long. His eyes brightened mischievously, glowing with certain greed and confidence.
You were fucked.
He pushed himself onto you in a flash, both hands gripping onto your elbows, pulling you so close you were chest to chest.
“Your lovers like to share—people say. I’m sure they’d let me have a taste.” His lips were only a few meters away from yours, you leaned back as far as you could.
The dress you wore was tight. Restricting any sort of movement.
“C’mon baby—“ before he could finish his sentence, a fist slammed into his face with a loud ‘crack!’.
Blood dropped all over the once perfectly polished marble floor, the man was on the ground in a second, coughing out a “what the fuck!” Before another fist met his broken face.
You recognised Dan’s back almost immediately. The hands you once caressed delicately were now covered with the man’s blood, angrily slamming into his face with speed you’ve never seen before.
“Name!” Serena found herself beside you quickly, pulling you in a worried embrace. “Are you okay? I’m so sorry I should’ve been here—“
“Get off her S! You’re practically suffocating her!” A snippy voice you knew belonged to Blair came through, the brunette girl glared at her childhood friend before turning to you.
Her face softened as she reached her hand to your cheek, she wiped a tear away. Another hand caressed your backside, you didn’t need to turn around to know it was Chuck.
“Dan, c’mon.” You heard Nate pulled Dan off of the man—who was now unconscious and beaten bloody. Nate turned to the others surrounding you, “take her home now.”
They didn’t need to be told twice.
As the four of you turned to leave, Rufus’ voice echoed in the silent room, “Show’s over! Look away!”.
Everyone turned away.
Wolves shifting to sheeps as they met Lily Van Der Woodsen’s husband’s deathly glares. They all continued their previous conversations, plainly ignoring the situation but the tension still lingered in between the cracks.
You didn’t leave your room for a week.
You were embarrassed by the events of that night, you should’ve been stronger, you should’ve fought back.
Despite Nate and Chuck’s constant attempts to reassure you, nothing worked. Not even Vanessa and Scott’s spam texting helped.
You were broken.
And in that moment, the others knew what had to be done.
“What do I get out of this?” Georgina asked with a snide tone, her chin rested in her hands as she sipped on her coffee.
In front of her sat Dan and Serena, who both looked like they hadn’t slept in a while. How could they? When they were so worried for you.
“Blair has considered helping you with any favor you need in the future, isn’t that enough?” Serena was growing annoyed.
None of them wanted to go to Georgina of all people for help but with her mysterious connections, she would help in the long run.
“You guys have Chuck. God knows what he could do in the shadows, he’s already sent plenty of people ‘far far away’.” The other girl huffed, reminding herself of times when Chuck sent her away with cold indifference “Blair is a conniving little bitch whose also banished someone already…”
She sent a pointed look to Dan, who rolled his eyes in distaste.
“Very funny.” Serena nudged Dan to keep silent.
“This is for Name. Please Georgina, we know you care about her just as much. Banishing someone isn’t enough justice.”
Georgina halted her movements. Eyes sharpening at the name of her obsession, she straightened her posture and crossed her arms over her chest.
“I’m listening.”
The blonde beauty lit up with a sparkle in her eyes, Dan remained composed but a tiny twitch of his lips gave away his relief.
Serena leaned closer to the dark haired girl, “there’s rumours of a supposed incestuous between him and his sister—“
“Juicy.”
“Shush G. Anyways, some ex-employee’s have been heard talking about possible tax fraud and other very illegal activities he’s been involved in. Chuck’s already sent out a PI to investigate that for us but we need someone bold to place the final nail.”
“I take it, that's me?” Georgina asked, much more invested in the conversation than before.
“Yup. We’ll need you to get closer to him and form a connection—“
“You’re planning to pimp me out?”
“What!? No!” “Yes” the couple shared quick glances.
Georgina chuckled, “don’t worry, I’ll do it.” She got up from her seat and slung her purse over his shoulder.
“But only for her.”
Two weeks had passed since the tiny ‘incident’ as some would call it. Many of your friends had come to visit and offer their support with bright smiles.
Jenny had designed two new gorgeous dresses and spun you around as she made you wear them, her smile brightened as yours grew just a little.
Scott and Vanessa had come together, the newly back together couple, offered a small therapy session that was paired with a few nostalgic films. The pair pecked your cheeks as you slept, a secret they’d never tell.
Eric, along with Rufus and Lily, merely shared tea with you. Gossiping about the latest news and ranting about how new bands sucked (rufus). Eric held your hand the entire time and offered his silence as a gift.
The iconic trio, Nate, Dan and Serena had surprisingly come together at least once or twice. They showered you with gifts, Nate bought you new jewellery, Serena gave you signed autographs from your favourite celebrities and Dan bought you new books to read.
Usually a foursome broke out when they visited together, that was something you throughly enjoyed.
“We’ll always be here for you, Name.” Nate told you after a long session, Serena and Dan already knocked out besides the two of you. “We’ll do anything.”
You didn’t question the implications under his words.
Now you were free from your visitors, you lay in your comfy bed with two bodies heating you up. Blair and Chuck held you tightly, one on your right and the other on your left.
The couple had been exceptionally clingy, refusing to let anyone get close to you unless you forced them too. They were softer in bed as well which was a rare occurrence, usually when they were jealous they were rough.
Chuck only left a trail of kisses on your neck, whispering sweet praises in your ear as he fondled your breasts, squeezing them softly. Blair didn’t even tease as she went down on you, her tongue and two fingers doing all the work.
“Are you guys hiding something from me?” You asked after, you watched as they shared a glance before turning to you.
“No sweetheart. Just sleep, okay?”
You believed them. Like you always did.
You didn’t bat an eye when gossip girl exposed the man for his wrong doings for all the elite world to see.
You didn’t look twice at the tv when the news broke out that the man’s business fell to bankruptcy and he was arrested.
You ignored the whispers that your loved ones had done something irreversible to the man’s destroyed reputation.
Summary: you were just a normal student at NYU, at least that’s what you thought until you begin to notice that a certain group of people act strange around you.
Warnings: suggestive content//kinda poly!breakfast club x others//possessive behaviour//obsessive behaviour//nsfw//yandere
Reader: Fem!reader
Notes: none
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You were a normal student at NYU. You got average grades, you had an average friend group and you had an average life. There was nothing really special about you. You had nothing going for you.
But the normality of your life broke when you were suddenly assigned to room with Blair Waldorf.
You didn’t know much about her besides the fact that she was a loner. She threw a party no one went to, no one spoke to her, and all the times you’ve seen her she was always throwing a fit about Georgina or Vanessa…anything and anyone really.
So you weren’t surprised when she tried bossing you around in the dorms.
She was clearly trying to start a hierarchy thing. Making you go on coffee runs, forcing you to go shopping with her and have strange sleep overs.
The only thing that shocked you was that she was doing all of this with…well you.
You weren’t rich and you certainly weren’t pretty…well you thought that.
It was an easy assumption that she just needed a friend so that's what you did.
You indulged her.
And it seemed to benefit you after a couple weeks as Blair stopped treating you like a slave but rather a friend.
She opened up about her struggles, her issues with her best friend Serena, her relationship problems with Chuck Bass and the ever annoying presence of Dan Humphrey.
But things took a turn after you were introduced to Serena Van Der Woodsen.
Blair acted strangely.
She pulled you away from Serena, cut Serena off multiple times during a conversation with you and would often be openly affectionate with you.
You didn’t really mind at first but then Serena started joining in.
You comforted Serena about her life and you didn’t belittle her for her own choices.
She saw you as a close friend.
Serena would start stealing you away from college, taking you out to shopping sprees to the mall, gifting you expensive gifts and ‘playfully’ flirting with you in public.
The two girls argued over you more than once.
They’d send you gifts, all kinds, foods, dresses, jewellery.
It got more expensive the more it was sent.
People started assuming you guys were in some love triangle.
They weren’t wrong.
During this time, You ran into Dan Humphrey during class,
He seemed to recognize you as his girlfriend, Serena’s new gal pal.
You had a decent conversation before you both left for class.
You didn’t think much of it but apparently it haunted Dan, seeing as he began to follow you around.
He waited for you outside of class, he started going to your favourite cafe and he spam texted you a lot.
You also noticed how gossip girls kept complimenting your outfits, flirting with you mid gossip post, and strayed away from saying anything bad about you.
This only made Blair angrier. It was clear this was all Serena’s plan.
so…Blair decided to call and get back together with Chuck bass.
He would play a key part in this revenge.
Chuck first met you in Blair's dorm.
You complimented his outfit.
That’s all it took.
He started seeking you out as well. Often pushing Dan out the way, sneering at him as he did so.
Chuck dressed you in extravagant clothes, showing you off at all his social events (as if he wasn’t dating Blair…not that she minded) and often sneaking an arm around your waist.
His appearance made things even worse.
It was couple vs couple
Dan and Serena would host movie nights where you’d somehow end up between them under the sheets.
Moans escaping you as they sucked on your skin harshly.
Serena shushing you using her lips whilst Dan pounded in you.
Chuck and Blair flying you to any holiday destination you wanted, enjoying the sounds of your desperate moans in the hotel room as they edged you on.
Blair enjoyed taking control when you were involved.
Expect a lot of roleplay.
Nate Archibald started paying more attention to your existence.
He noticed how you had all his friends wrapped around your finger and he wanted to know more.
Or even have a slice of your heart if you could give it to him.
He lets you join on his morning runs. Just casually talking about personal stuff.
For a while, it stays like that.
Causal run. Casual talk.
You assume he just wants to be friends so you leave it like that.
Until the cashier at the cafe starts flirting with you, Nate stands there besides you, glaring murderously at the man.
He pulls you in the alley way and kisses you neck down.
“I want you.”
That’s all he says before he goes down on you.
Nate makes sure you’re loud enough for everyone at the cafe to hear.
Now that Nate is in the picture…It gets a whole lot weirder.
They all seem to have some sort of agreement as they’re all invading your personal space, not that you mind of course.
Dan waits for you after class always, he wraps an arm around you and drags you around campus.
His kisses start getting sloppier and his hand starts going under your shirt. Everyone on campus knows you’re hooking up since you’re extremely loud.
Often he starts at your dorm room. Just the two of you until Blair shows up.
At first she simply insults Dan and the two start bickering but before you know it, she’s joining you in bed, whispering sweet nothings to you as Dan rolls his eyes and continues his pace.
They never touch each other until you ask them too.
On the weekends, It’s split.
Saturday mornings and afternoons you go on a jog with Nate before you end up in his apartment, spending time cooking with each other, watching a movie or under the sheets. It’s relaxing.
In the evening, you go on to see Chuck and Blair, who happily take you away from Nate.
They send him a middle finger with matching smirks.
They take you out on a huge shopping spree, buying you anything you want.
Blair make you try on many dresses, rating each one you choose to try on.
She just wants to see how the dress fits on your radiant body.
Chuck lends the two of you his black card, he doesn’t mind at all.
You secretly believe they just want to one up the others by being expensive
Sunday afternoons Dan and Serena pick you up, they explore a more calm intimate date. Settling to go to a cozy café, sharing drinks and stories.
They love listening to you rant about things you enjoy or hate.
You talk about reading this specific book series? Dan is already listing it down on his ‘to read’ list and buys the limited edition ones.
You talk about wanting to try something (modelling, acting, etc)? Serena is calling up her connections to get you a spot in it.
They show their love by simply being there for you.
as people begin to notice, more people start attaching themselves onto you.
You’ve got the dream team as your ‘lovers’, who wouldn’t want a piece of you too?
Vanessa pretends like she’s annoyed by your existence but in secret she adores you.
She follows you around NYU like a little puppy, scolding you on what you're doing wrong in class and then giggling about how cute you are.
You have no idea how to feel about it.
Georgina is even worse.
Every scheme, you're somehow involved in it.
She has photos of you up on her wall in the closet. She takes new ones when she catches a glimpse of you.
If someone is following you on a date, it’s probably her and a secret agent she hired.
You're her new obsession.
Scott Rosson has also joined the group somehow. He wants to connect with his family and he sees how much they love you, so he connects with you too.
You listen to his guitar playing and in return he listens to you rant about everyone in your life.
The relationship between the two of you blur between romantic and platonic.
now on the platonic side of things.
Jenny adores you!
She loves making you clothes that fit your aesthetic. You’re practically her dress up doll now.
Even when she’s sent away, you keep contact with her.
Of course you don’t tell Blair or anyone other than Dan that so…
You're like a big sister to her, something she never got with Serena.
When her fashion career blows up, you’re the first person she asked to model in her fashion show.
Eric and you post photos of each other daily.
Your entire page is just Eric being silly.
When he comes out to you, he feels safe within your embrace and feels so understood
Not like he thought u were gonna be homophobic or anything cuz of how..close you are with Serena and Blair.
You're the first person he goes to when he gets in a relationship.
You’re also the first person to meet his new boyfriends.
The two of you have gossip sessions every Friday just to talk smack about people in the upper east side.
Lily and Rufus don’t know how to feel about you really.
You’ve got their kids and their friends hovering over you like flies.
But you’re a nice girl from what they’ve seen so they treat you indifferently.
Overall, just know you’re the most protected person there is to ever exist.
─── LET ME SHOW YOU 90'S LOVE ꒰ঌ ໒꒱ jimin is the top player of college hockey team, she's the beast on the ice ring, the best student in her class, but the main thing she can't cope with or correct is her shy and sometimes stupid character when it comes to you.
genre: romance, smut, college
word count: 9,6k
warnings (18+): romance, comedy, swearing, mentions of kissing, hockeyplayer!jimin x figureskater!reader, lots of kissing, jimin is really awkward around reader, her teammates teasing her about it, mentions of jaehyun, taeyong of nct127, chaewon, sakura of le sserafim, jimin breaks her arm, vanilla, first time, pet names (princess, darling, love), adult content, thigh riding (r. recieving), dom & sub dynamics, reader is really horny, oral (j. recieving), she whines a lot, hair pulling, nipple play (r. recieving), begging, reader calls jimin puppy/pup, not proofread.
You still remember the first time you met Jimin at the ice rink, the way everything felt fast and then suddenly still, like the world had to reset after she bumped into you with more force than she probably meant to use.
You had barely caught your balance, your skates scraping lightly against the ice as you steadied yourself, and when you turned to face her, you saw it immediately she looked completely mortified, cheeks already turning pink as she rushed to apologize over and over, her words stumbling into each other in a way that made it hard to be anything but soft toward her.
You didn’t brush her off.
You listened.
You let her talk, let her explain herself, and somehow that turned into her nervously inviting you to get coffee.
You said yes, and that one decision shifted everything.
Since then, your lives have stayed loosely but consistently intertwined for almost two months now.
Jimin still always shy around you in a way that never really fades, even as time passes. You notice it in the way she hesitates before reaching for your hand, like she’s always asking for permission even though you’ve made it clear she doesn’t need to, in the way her fingers brush yours first, then pull back just slightly before trying again, as if she’s still learning how close she’s allowed to be.
When you compliment her about her smile, her laugh, the way she talks when she’s excited she goes quiet for a second, her eyes dropping, her ears turning red, and you can practically see her trying to figure out how to respond without giving away just how much your words affect her.
She doesn’t rush into anything physical.
She never has.
Even something as simple as holding hands takes her time, and kisses feel like something she thinks about more than she acts on. You can tell she wants those moments, though, because she lingers close to you, standing just a little nearer than necessary, her shoulder sometimes brushing yours as if she’s testing the space between you without fully crossing it. She watches you when she thinks you won’t notice, her gaze soft and focused, like you’re something she’s still getting used to seeing up close, even after all this time.
You show up to Jimin’s hockey games the same way every time early enough to get a good spot, bundled up in whatever you grabbed on your way out, your attention already fixed on the ice and her team even before she steps out onto it.
You don’t sit quietly, not really. You lean forward, you react, you call out her name when she skates past, and you make sure she hears you over everyone else in the stands, because you want her to know you’re there, fully there, paying attention to every move she makes.
You cheer louder than anyone else.
You don’t hold back, not when she scores, not when she blocks a shot, not when she makes a play that turns the entire game around. Your voice carries, clear and strong, cutting through the noise of the whole crowd, and you feel the pride before anyone even reacts around you.
The locker room is loud as always, her teammates talking over each other while they move around and get ready. You don’t really pay attention to any of it at first.
Your focus stays on Jimin.
She sits on the bench in full gear, already dressed up for the game, her posture a little stiff. You stand between her legs, close enough that she doesn’t have to reach far to touch you, and you adjust her helmet carefully, tucking stray strands of her hair underneath it so it sits right. Your hands move with steady confidence, and you feel her go quiet under your touch, like she always does.
“Stay still,” you murmur, though your tone stays soft, and she listens right away, her eyes flicking up to you for a moment before dropping again, cheeks already warming just from the attention.
From the side, you hear laughter.
Jaehyun leans back against a locker, watching the two of you with an amused grin, while Taeyong shakes his head slightly, clearly entertained by the scene in front of him. “You really just come in here and take over, huh?” Jaehyun says, his tone teasing.
You glance over at him without stopping what you’re doing. “Someone has to make sure she doesn’t leave with her hair sticking out everywhere,” you say, your voice calm, a little dry.
Taeyong laughs. “Yeah, sure. That’s the reason.” He gestures vaguely toward Jimin. “Still can’t believe she pulled the whole figure skater from the college team.”
You straighten slightly, but you don’t step away from Jimin. If anything, you settle in more comfortably, one hand still lightly steadying her helmet while the other smooths down a loose strand of hair. “You talk like she’s not standing right here,” you say, glancing at them with a small, knowing look. “And like she didn’t earn everything she has.”
Jaehyun raises his hands in mock surrender. “Relax bae, we’re just saying. It’s impressive.”
You nod once, accepting that, but you don’t let it go without a point of your own. “Yeah. It is. She’s talented, disciplined, and she leads this team for a reason, it's already making her attractive as fuck.”
Your tone stays even, but there’s no hiding the pride in your words. You don’t say it to impress anyone, obviously.
You say it because it’s true, and because Jimin deserves to hear it, even if it’s coming out in front of her teammates.
You feel her shift slightly on the bench. You don’t even have to look to know what’s happening. Her shoulders tense just a little, her head dipping, her attention suddenly focused on anything except the conversation around her. She gets like this when you talk about her openly. Like she’s not used to being seen that clearly.
But you don’t stop.
“And shit, she's mine,” you add, casually, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, your hand briefly resting on her shoulder before you go back to adjusting her gear. “So, you can be jealous fuckers all you want, but that’s your problem.”
Taeyong laughs again, shaking his head. “Yeah, yeah. We get it.”
Jimin doesn’t say anything, but you feel it when her hand finally moves hesitant at first, then slowly, carefully resting on your side, like she needs to ground herself in you after hearing all of that. Her thumb brushes lightly against your shirt, and you notice the way her grip tightens just a little, like she’s holding onto you without fully committing to the motion yet.
You glance down at her then, softening your expression. “You’re good, baby,” you say quietly, just for her. “Just focus on your game.”
You finish adjusting her helmet and step back just enough to give her space, but you don’t move away completely. You stay close, your hand still resting lightly on her shoulder like you’re not ready to break that contact yet.
The locker room stays loud, but the conversation shifts as Jimin finally speaks up.
Her voice comes out softer than you expect at first, a little unsure, but there’s a quiet edge to it too, the kind that shows up when she decides to push past her shyness instead of letting it hold her back.
“You two talk a lot,” she says, glancing at Jaehyun and Taeyong. She doesn’t fully lift her head at first, but she straightens slightly, gaining a bit more confidence with each word. “Maybe I should be more… strict during training today.”
There’s a beat of silence.
Then Jaehyun blinks, clearly caught off guard. “Strict how?” he asks, already smiling like he knows he shouldn’t test her, but will anyway.
Jimin finally looks up, and you catch the shift in her expression the nervousness is still there, but she’s pushing through it. Her voice stays quiet, but it carries more than before. “You’ll find out,” she says simply.
Taeyong lets out a low laugh. “Oh, so now we’re scared,” he says, but he doesn’t sound scared at all. He sounds entertained. “Captain is threatening us.”
Jimin presses her lips together, trying not to smile, but she fails a little. You notice it immediately. That tiny crack in her seriousness, the way her composure slips just enough to show she’s still the same person who blushes when you hold her hand.
You lean in just slightly, lowering your voice so only she can hear you. “You’re doing good,” you say.
She glances at you, and this time, she doesn’t look away as quickly. Her expression softens, and for a second, it’s just the two of you again, even in a room full of people.
Behind you, Jaehyun leans toward Taeyong and mutters something under his breath about how “they really can’t get a break,” but there’s no real complaint in it. Just amusement.
You turn your attention back to them, crossing your arms lightly. “You should be more worried about the game,” you say, a small smirk tugging at your lips. “Because if she decides to play like that out there, you’re not catching up.”
You sit between Chaewon and Sakura, both of them bundled up in warm clothes, their eyes already fixed on the practice below. They’ve seen you and Jimin together enough times now that they don’t ask awkward questions like they did before, because they did a lot of work to help you and Jimin finally confess to each other, so they apparently knew all the details of your relationship.
Chaewon leans closer first, her gaze still on the ice. “So,” she starts, casual but curious, “how’s it going with her? Still soft and shy?”
You glance down at Jimin, watching her call out something to her teammates, her voice clearer now, more confident. Then you look back at Chaewon. “Yeah,” you say simply. “She’s still her. Just a little more comfortable now.”
Sakura hums softly, smiling a little as she watches Jimin adjust her stance before a drill. “She looks different on the ice,” she says. “More… sure of herself.”
“She is,” you agree. “That’s why she’s captain.”
Chaewon nudges your arm lightly. “And off the ice?” she asks. “Is she still all shy around you?”
You don’t even hesitate. “Yeah,” you say, a small smile forming. “She still gets flustered over the smallest things. Compliments. Holding hands. Stuff like that.”
Sakura tilts her head slightly, clearly interested. “And you don’t mind?”
You shake your head. “No. It’s just how she is.” You pause, then add, “But she tries. That’s what matters.”
Down on the ice, Jimin skates through a drill, her movements smooth but focused, her teammates following her lead. She calls something out, her voice carrying across the rink, and you watch how the others respond without hesitation. She doesn’t doubt herself here. Not like she sometimes does with you.
Chaewon glances between you and the ice. “You know,” she says, “it’s kind of crazy. She’s like that on the rink, but around you she turns into someone else.”
You rest your elbows on your knees, leaning forward slightly as you keep watching her. “She doesn’t have to perform around me,” you say. “She'd be nightmare on the ring but I swear to god she's a completely different person around me.”
Sakura made a face at that. “Ew, stop that, it sounds like shitty cheesy drama.”
“Oh, shut the fuck up,” Chaewon laughed. “I don't even mind listening that soapy shit, I swear to god we spent century to get them together.”
“I generally thought that she didn't like girls.” Sakura said, at whose words you and Chaewon immediately turned around, looking at her with furrowed brows. “What? Oh, for fucks sake, God forbid a girl making a guess.”
You rolled your eyes, “you did not called my girlfriend straight right infront of me.”
Chaewon snorted, “oof, I guess she did,” she said, turning her attention back to the ring, “that bitch can't keep her passive-aggressive comments to herself.”
A whistle sounds from below. The drill shifts. Jimin moves again, faster this time, sharper, her focus locked in. But even from this distance, you catch her quick glance upward, searching the stands without breaking her stride.
And when she finds you, just for a second, her expression softens.
Chaewon notices it too. “Feels like you're eyefucking her,” she says.
You giggled. “Can't blame me for eyefucking my girl a little when she litteraly looks so hot playing.”
“You eyefucking her when she has problems with taking your hand in hers without blushing,” Sakura teases once again.
You lean back slightly, your voice calm. “Oh, shut up, she just need a little help with releasing her inner freak out.”
Chaewon shifts in her seat, eyes still on the ring for a moment before she glances sideways at you, her voice casual, “So… I can come to conclusion that you and Jimin are still at the ‘honeymoon phase’, or have you moved past just hugs and kisses yet?”
You don’t even have to look at her to know she’s grinning a little, because you can hear it in her damn tone, and Sakura, sitting on your other side, lets out a quiet laugh, leaning back slightly as she adds, “Knowing Jimin, she would die just to thinking about having sex.”
Chaewon snorts softly. “Yeah, I feel like she’d just disappear if things went even a little further than that,” she says, half-joking.
You let out a small laugh, shaking your head a little as you keep your eyes on the ice where Jimin is still moving through drills. “She just takes her time,” you say. “Not like ya'll over-horny bitches who would be up to jump on the first random girl that would come across.”
You glance down at the ice again, watching as Jimin calls out to her teammates. “She’s not as shy as you think,” you say, calm and steady. “She just… um, feels things more than most people.”
Sakura smiles softly at that. “Yeah yeah, among us, Jimin has the most pure soul,” she says, “how cute, of course.”
You just keep watching her, the way she moves and the way she looks just a little more confident every time she glances toward the stands and finds you there. And it looks too fucking hot.
And fuck, Jimin tries to stay focused. She really does. You literally can see it in the way she pushes herself through each drill once again. She leads the whole ass team the way a captain should.
But then it happens again. And again.
She glances up.
It’s just quick glance at first. Her eyes move toward the stands, searching without even thinking, and the moment she finds you, something in her expression softens. But just for a second. Then she looks away and forces herself back into the drill.
Jaehyun notices.
Oh fuck. Of course he does.
He skates past her with a grin he doesn’t even try to hide. “Jimin,” he calls out, dragging the word just enough to get her attention, “are you planning to check out your girlfriend every other second or run practice today?”
Jimin stiffens slightly, her focus slowly coming back. “I am running practice, Jaehyun,” she says, trying to keep her tone firm. “Look after yourself, not after me, I'm not a fucking child who needs someone to constantly remind me what I do wrong.”
Taeyong joins in from the other side, circling back into his position. “Yeah? Because from here it looks like you’re checking in with her every thirty seconds.”
Jimin exhales sharply, shaking her head. “I’m not—” she starts, but she cuts herself off.
You watch all of this from the stands, arms loosely crossed, a small smile forming despite yourself. Chaewon nudges you lightly.
“They’re not going to let her live that down,” she says. “Gosh, I love the way they always tease her about you just to let you see her reaction.”
“Gosh, my poor Jimin” you reply, your eyes still on Jimin. “These assholes won't let you rest even on ring.”
Down on the ice, Jimin tries to reset the pace. She claps her hands once, sharp and clear. “Focus, Jimin,” she mumbles under her breath. “We’re running that again.”
She pushes through it. Of course, she always does.
She's a captain of a whole hockey team.
But still, a few minutes later, in the middle of another drill, she does it again.
Another glance. Another small quick check.
This time, Jaehyun doesn’t even bother hiding his reaction. “There it is,” he mutters to Taeyong, loud enough for her to hear.
Jimin stops skating for a second, turning toward them. “You two talking more than playing” she says, her voice dead serious, but still, there's a faint flush on her cheeks again. “Jaehyun, two more laps.”
Jaehyun raises his hands slightly. “Hey hey, captain, we’re just saying! It’s kind of obvious.”
She presses her lips together, then exhales, forcing herself to stay composed. “Then stop watching me and pay attention to the drill.”
“Hard to do,” he replies, already skating back into position, “when our captain is distracted by someone.”
Jimin doesn’t waste time once the drill resets. She taps her stick against the ice and points Taeyong into position. “Again. Do it faster this time.”
Taeyong nods, but still, he doesn’t move right away. He glances toward the curve of the rink where Jaehyun pushes through another lap, feeling the way he was clearly annoyed, and smirks.
“You’re really not letting him off, huh?” Taeyong laughs.
Jimin shakes her head. “Fuck no. He knew what he was doing.”
Right then, Jaehyun skates past them again. “Oh, my fucking God, I said one thing!” he insists, louder this time. “You act like I ruined the whole practice!”
Jimin turns her head just enough to smirk at him. “You kept talking,” she says. “You can keep skating.”
Jaehyun throws his head back for a second, clearly outraged. “This is unfair, Karina,” he calls out as he passes again. “You’re targeting me.”
Taeyong snorts under his breath. “Gosh, you yap the most. What did you expect?”
“I expect a warning,” Jaehyun shoots back without slowing down. “Not miserable punishment like this.”
Jimin crosses her arms briefly, watching him complete the turn. “You got your warning,” she says. “You ignored it.”
That shuts him up for a second.
Taeyong shifts his weight, then looks back at Jimin. “You’re strict today,” he says, but there’s less teasing in it now.
Jimin shrugs, simple. “We just need to focus.”
Then, after a short pause, she adds, quieter but clear, “She always shows up. I don't want to embarrass myself in front of her.”
Taeyong studies her for a second, then nods once. “Yeah. I get that.”
Jimin adjusts her grip on the stick, posture straightening again as she turns back to the team.
“Stop” she calls out. “We run it again.”
Jaehyun finally finishes his lap and slows just enough to rejoin them, still breathing hard, still clearly annoyed.
Jimin doesn’t react to that. She just meets his eyes for a second.
“Just keep up,” she says.
You keep your eyes on the ice. Jimin skates off toward the coach, helmet still slightly tilted the way you fixed it earlier. She listens to him closely, nodding once.
You notice the shift before it happens.
Jaehyun finishes his laps, but he doesn’t slow down like he should. He circles wider instead, faster, building speed again. Taeyong laughs at something he says. It feels off.
You lean forward slightly.
“Why is he still going?” you mutter.
Down below, Jaehyun pushes harder, blades cutting much harder, speed picking up with each stride. He glances at Taeyong, grinning, clearly trying to show off now that his punishment is technically over.
He changes direction.
Quick.
Too quick.
The moment his edge doesn’t catch the way he expects.
He doesn’t slow down.
Jimin steps away from the coach at the same time, turning back toward the rink, not looking in his direction yet.
Jaehyun tries to stop. You literally can see it.
His posture breaks, skates scraping hard against the ice, but still the speed doesn’t drop fast enough.
Then he hits her.
Full force.
The sound cuts through everything.
Crunch!
Jimin doesn’t have time to brace. The impact knocks into her side, her arm caught between them at a bad angle as they collide. The force carries both of them a short distance before they go down, skidding across the ice.
You freeze for a split second.
Then you’re already on your feet.
“Jimin!”
Your voice comes out louder than you expect, Taeyong stops laughing immediately, pushing toward them. The coach moves fast too.
Jaehyun pulls back first, panic replacing whatever confidence he had a second ago. “I didn’t— I couldn’t stop!” he says.
You’re already running before you could process it.
Chaewon and Sakura follow right behind you, but you don’t wait for them.
Jimin pushes herself up first. Slowly. Carefully. She keeps her injured arm close to her body. Taeyong gets to her side immediately, one hand steadying her shoulder.
“Easy, Karina,” he says, voice lower now. “Don’t rush it.”
Jaehyun stands a step away, frozen for a second, then moves in too, clearly shaken. “I’m sorry,” he says quickly, over and over. “I didn’t mean to— I couldn’t stop, I—”
Jimin cuts him off with a quiet, sharp breath. “Gosh, stop talking, for fucks sake.”
Jaehyun shuts up immediately.
She winces as she shifts her weight, her jaw tightening. Taeyong adjusts his grip, helping her balance without pulling too much.
“Can you move it?” Taeyong asks, careful.
Jimin hesitates, then tries to move her arm slightly.
She stops halfway.
“Yeah,” she says through her teeth, “don’t do that.”
Jaehyun runs a hand through his hair, clearly stressed. “I didn’t see you— I thought you were still by the coach—”
“I was,” Jimin replies shortly. She looks at him then, finally, her expression tight. “You're just blind fucker.”
Jaehyun flinches a little. “Shit, I know.”
Taeyong glances between them, then speaks up. “We need to get her off the ice.”
Jimin nods once, small but firm. “Yeah.”
She lets Taeyong support her on one side, Jaehyun on the other, even though Jaehyun looks like he wants to apologize again but knows that is better for him to stay silent than provoking Jimin once again.
Jaehyun mutters under his breath as they move. “I’m really sorry, Jimin.”
She doesn’t answer right away.
Then, without looking at him, she says, “We’ll talk about it later.”
Jimin sits down on the bench with help. Taeyong stays right next to her, one hand still hovering near her shoulder in case she needs support. Jaehyun backs away, already pulling out his phone with shaking hands.
“Yeah, we need medical assistance on the ice—right now,” he says, voice tight. He gives the location, then hangs up.
You run straight to her.
“Jimin!” your voice breaks as you reach her, and the panic hits you hard the closer you get. Your hands go to her, but you hesitate for half a second, not sure where to touch without hurting her. “Baby, are you okay? Where does it hurt? Can you move it? Tell me—please—”
Taeyong glances at you, then gently tries to step in. “Hey—hey, slow down, girl. She’s fine. She’s okay. Just breathe, duh.”
Jimin looks up at you, and her expression shifts the second she sees your face.
Your eyes are already wet.
“Hey, darling,” she says softly, her voice lower than before, gentler now. She shifts slightly, then immediately stops when broken hand hurts, her jaw tightening for a second before she forces it to relax again. “Hey, look at me.”
You try.
You really try.
But your voice shakes. “You’re hurt. I saw it. You hit so hard and—what if it’s worse—”
“I’m okay,” she says quickly, cutting you off. “I swear. It’s not that bad.”
You shake your head, tears slipping now. “Don’t lie to me!”
Jimin’s eyes soften immediately.
She hates seeing you like this.
Taeyong watches the two of you for a second, then shifts closer to you, lowering his voice. “She’s trying to calm you down,” he says gently. “Just breathe for a second.”
You take a shaky breath, but your eyes stay locked on Jimin.
She reaches out with her other hand, slow and careful touches your wrist. “Darling,” she repeats, quieter this time. “I’m right here.”
Jimin exhales softly, then forces a small, strained smile, trying to ease the tension. “You’re shaking more than I am.”
“That’s because I’m scared,” you say, your voice breaking again.
Her expression changes at that.
It softens completely.
“Don’t be,” she says. “I’m not leaving. I’m not going anywhere.”
You don’t answer right away.
She watches you closely, then adds, quieter, “Look at me. I’m still here. It’s okay.”
Medics arrive fast. Jimin answers when she needs to, but she stays quiet most of the time.
You stay right there until one of the medics asked you to step back.
They help her off the rink and guide her toward the medical room. Jimin gives you one last look before she disappears.
Then the doors close.
You stand there for a second, frozen.
Taeyong notices first. He steps closer, then gently guides you toward the benches outside the rink. “Sit down,” he says.
You sit.
Jaehyun stands a few steps away. He runs a hand over his face, then looks at you.
“I’m sorry,” he says again, but this time, he turns fully toward you. “I messed up. I didn’t mean to hit her. I didn’t mean to—”
You don’t answer right away.
Chaewon leans back in her seat, glancing at Sakura. Then she tilts her head slightly. “You really need to work on your fucking ‘show-off’ phase,” she says, half joking.
Sakura nods, completely serious but clearly holding back a smile. “Yeah. It’s dangerous for everyone around you.”
Jaehyun exhales, frustrated but also aware they’re not wrong. “I get it, okay? I get it. I won't be doing shit like that anymore.”
Chaewon shrugs. “Do you, though?”
Sakura lets out a small laugh. “He’ll think twice next time, after all, Jimin still has other hand especially for his tricks.”
Jaehyun ignores them and steps closer to you again, lowering his voice. “Hey, listen. I'm really sorry. I know you’re worried about her. I saw your face. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.”
You finally look at him.
Your eyes are still red.
“I know,” you say, quiet. “But that doesn’t fix anything.”
He nods immediately. “Yeah. I know.”
He pauses, then adds, more carefully this time, “If there’s anything I can do—anything, please you tell me.”
Taeyong sits down beside you, watching the hallway where Jimin disappeared. “Right now,” he says, calm and steady, “we wait. That’s all we can do.”
You nod slowly, even if your hands still tremble a little.
Chaewon leans forward slightly, softer now. “She’ll be okay,” she says. “Jimin doesn’t give up easily, you know.”
The door opens after almost an hour.
Jimin steps out first, her arm supported, a clean white plaster now wrapped around it. She looks tired, a little pale.
“Jimin—”
You reach her and pull her into a careful hug, arms wrapping around her without pressing against her injured arm.
She lets you.
“How do you feel?” you ask quickly, your voice still carrying that same worry. “Does it hurt a lot? Are you okay? Tell me—be honest.”
She exhales softly, one hand lifting slightly before settling against your back, careful and slow. “Hey,” she says, quiet but warm. “I’m okay.”
You pull back just enough to look at her face. “You swear?”
She gives you a small, tired smile. “I swear with Jaehyun's leg.”
Behind you, you soft laughter.
Taeyong shakes his head, crossing his arms as he leans against the wall. “Told ya,” he says, a hint of a smile on his face. “She’d be fine.”
Chaewon lets out a short laugh. “We all knew that.”
Sakura nods. “Yeah. No way she stays down.”
Jaehyun stands a little further back, watching Jimin, then glancing at you. He exhales, relieved but still a bit tense. “Yeah,” he mutters. “I was worried.”
Jimin tilts her head slightly toward the group, then looks back at you. “See?” she says, soft but a little playful despite everything. “They’re not as worried as you.”
You shake your head, still holding onto her, your voice quieter now. “That doesn’t mean I’m not allowed to be, I'm your girlfriend.”
Her expression softens at.
She nods once. “No. You can be.”
A few hours pass before you finally make it home.
The ride stays quiet. Jimin keeps her injured arm close, resting it as best she can, while you stay close to her. You don’t push her to talk.
When you reach her place, she unlocks the door and steps inside first.
You follow right after.
Posters cover the walls, her favorite hockey teams, players she clearly looks up to. Her hockey stick hangs neatly on one side. Everything feels organized, personal, and very much her.
But her energy shifts.
She closes the door behind you, then pauses for a second. Then she exhales and walks straight to her bed.
She sits down slowly.
You follow her in, stopping a few steps away.
Jimin leans back on her other hand for a second, then lets out a quiet sigh. Her shoulders drop just a little.
“I’m worried,” she says after a moment, staring down at her plastered hand. “About the season.”
She continues, her voice a little tighter now. “If this takes too long, I might not be ready when the college league starts.”
You can hear it in her voice. This isn’t just about an injury.
“I don’t want to sit out,” she adds, quieter. “I don’t want to let them down.”
You move closer without rushing and you don’t want to overwhelm her any more than the day already has.
You sit down beside her on the bed, close enough that your shoulder almost touches hers. You keep your movements slow and deliberate, giving her time to adjust.
Jimin doesn’t pull away.
You rest your hands in your lap for a second, then you gently reach out, careful not to touch her injured arm, and let your fingers settle lightly against her knee.
“Hey,” you say softly, your voice calm. “Pup, listen to me.”
She lifts her gaze to you, still tense, still worried, but she stays.
You continue, choosing your words carefully. “Your team won’t leave you behind,” you said. “They won’t replace you. They won’t move on without you.”
You pause for a second, “they’ll wait.”
Her brow tightens slightly, like she wants to argue.
But you don’t let her spiral.
“You lead them,” you say, steady and sure. “That doesn’t disappear just because you need time to heal. If anything, it matters more now. A good team waits for its captain. And your team? They follow you for a reason.”
Jimin exhales slowly, her shoulders lowering just a little as she listens, but the worry doesn’t fully leave her face.
“And you,” you add, “you don’t have to prove anything by rushing back. You already proved enough. You’re allowed to take time to recover.”
Jimin keeps her eyes on her injured hand for a moment longer, her fingers curling slightly. Then she exhales, slow and quiet, and finally looks up at you again.
Her voice comes out smaller than before. “Do you think I look pathetic like this?”
You don’t answer right away.
You just look at her, at the tension still sitting in her shoulders, at the way she tries to hold herself together even now.
Then you shake your head.
“No, pup, don't say things like that,” you say, simple and firm. “I don’t.”
Jimin watches you, searching your face like she’s trying to decide if you’re just saying that to make her feel better.
You shift a little closer, keeping your tone calm, grounded. “You got hurt. That’s it. That doesn’t make you pathetic. It makes you human.”
Her jaw tightens slightly.
You keep going. “You lead a team. You push yourself. You show up. One accident doesn’t erase all the shit you did for them, all the matches you won for them.”
She looks away for a second, her thumb brushing against the edge of the plaster, then she speaks again, much quieter than before. “But I couldn’t stop it. I didn’t even see it coming.”
You nod once.
“Yeah,” you say. “And that’s why it’s called an accident.”
You pause, letting the words settle.
Then you add, softer now, “You don’t control everything. No one does. But you handled what happened after. You stayed calm. You got help.”
Jimin lets out a small breath, her shoulders loosening just a little.
But she still doesn’t fully believe it.
So you reach for her again, this time placing your hand gently over hers.
She doesn’t pull away.
You hold her gaze and say, “If anything, this proves you’re strong. Not the opposite.”
That lands.
You see it in the way her expression shifts, just slightly, the way her eyes soften even though she still looks tired.
She leans back a little on the bed, exhaling.
“…I hate this,” she admits, quieter now.
You nod. “Yeah. You’re allowed to hate it.”
She gives you a small, tired look. “You’re not going to let me sit here and say shit about myself, are you?”
You let out a small breath, almost a laugh, but not quite. “No.”
She huffs softly, a tiny bit of that familiar, shy frustration showing through. “Stubborn.”
You tilt your head slightly. “You first, pup.”
You notice it right away.
The way she reacts to your words.
Her eyes drop for a second, her cheeks turning pink, and she presses her lips together like she’s trying to hold something back.
You don’t stop.
You lean in just a little, keeping your voice calm.
“You’re really good,” you say. “Not just on the rink. You lead your team. You make decisions. People trust you. I trust you too.”
Jimin looks up at you again, still blushing, but she doesn’t interrupt.
“And you don’t quit,” you continue. “Even when it’s hard. Even when you’re nervous. You still show up and do your job.”
You pause, letting that sink in.
Then you add, a little softer but just as clear, “I’m so proud of you.”
Her reaction changes immediately.
She freezes for a second, like she didn’t expect that. Her gaze shifts down again, her fingers curling slightly over the plaster.
“…you don’t have to say that,” she murmurs. It’s quiet. Almost shy.
You shake your head.
“No,” you say. “I mean it.”
You shift a little closer. “You’re my girlfriend. I get to be proud of you.”
That makes her look at you again.
This time, her blush deepens, and she quickly glances away, clearly overwhelmed by the attention. “You’re embarrassing me.”
You don’t back off.
You just smile a little. “Good.”
She lets out a soft breath, half a laugh, half a sigh.
So, you continue, a little quieter now. “You don’t look weak to me. You never did. And you definitely don’t look pathetic.”
You tilt your head slightly, watching her closely.
“You look so fucking hot.”
Jimin goes quiet for a moment.
Then she looks at you, softer now, her voice barely above a whisper. “You really think that?”
You nod once.
“Yeah.”
The room quiets after that.
You stay close to Jimin, your hand still resting lightly over hers, and she doesn’t pull away.
She just watches you.
Then she shifts.
Slow. Careful. She leans in just a little, her gaze dropping to your lips for a second, then back to your eyes, checking if you’re okay with it.
You don’t move.
And then she closes the distance.
She leans in and presses a soft kiss to you, her movements still careful, still a little unsure, testing something she’s always been too shy to try first.
You freeze.
Completely.
Your brain just… stops.
You don’t pull away. You don’t move forward. You just sit there for a second too long, caught off guard in the best possible way, like you didn’t expect her to take that step.
Then she pulls back.
Just a little.
Her eyes search your face, unsure again.
“…sorry,” she murmurs, instinct kicking in.
You blink.
Then you laugh.
“You—” you start, still smiling, shaking your head slightly. “You just did that first.”
Jimin blinks at you, clearly not expecting that reaction.
“You kissed me first,” you say, a little more clearly now, your smile still there. “You’ve never done that before.”
She goes completely still.
Then her cheeks turn red again, fast.
“I—” she starts, then stops, clearly flustered. “I just—”
You can’t help it. You smile wider.
“That was new,” you say, a little amused, but warm. “You okay with that?”
She looks away, clearly embarrassed now, her hand tightening slightly against yours. “I thought… I should try.”
You soften immediately.
You lean in just a bit closer, lowering your voice again. “You don’t have to rush anything.”
She looks back at you.
But she doesn’t look away this time.
“…I wanted to,” she says quietly.
And this time, you don’t hesitate.
You hold her gaze for a second longer, just to make sure she really means it, that she’s not pulling back into that shy hesitation again.
She doesn’t.
So you move.
Slow. No rush. You give her time to see it coming, to stop you if she wants, but she stays right where she is, her eyes fixed on yours.
You lean in.
Careful with your hand, you shift a little closer, making sure you don’t bump her injured arm, your fingers brushing lightly against her side just to steady her. She inhales softly when you get close, like she’s bracing herself, but she doesn’t pull away.
Then you kiss her.
This time, you don’t freeze.
You keep it soft, simple, steady, matching her pace.
Jimin hesitates for a split second.
Then she responds.
You feel it in the way she relaxes just a little, the tension in her shoulders easing as she leans in a bit more, trusting the moment instead of overthinking it. Her good hand shifts slightly, unsure at first, then settles gently against you, like she’s grounding herself.
You don’t rush her.
You keep the kiss calm.
It doesn’t last long.
When you pull back, it’s slow, just enough to look at her again.
She looks different.
Still shy. Still a little flushed. But softer now, like something finally settled inside her instead of building up.
You don’t say anything right away.
You just stay close, your forehead almost touching hers, giving her time to breathe, to process, to exist in that quiet moment without pressure.
Jimin lets out a small breath, her voice barely above a whisper. “…okay.”
You smile a little.
“Yeah,” you say. “Okay.”
Jimin stays close for a second, her eyes flicking between yours and the space somewhere near your shoulder like she doesn’t know where to look now.
Then the realization hits her.
Her cheeks flush again, deeper this time, and she pulls back just a little, enough to create space, but not enough to fully break the moment.
“…I don’t even know how to kiss properly,” she admits, quiet and a bit rushed, like she wants to say it before she overthinks it.
You blink once, caught off guard—not by what she said, but by how honest she is about it.
She looks down right after, clearly embarrassed. Her fingers shift against the bed, fidgeting slightly. “I probably did it wrong.”
You shake your head immediately.
“No,” you say, simple and firm.
She glances up at you, unsure.
You lean back just enough to meet her eyes clearly, your voice calm, steady. “There’s no ‘proper’ way you have to follow.”
She frowns a little, like she doesn’t fully believe that yet. “There has to be something.”
You let out a small breath, not laughing at her, just soft. “Yeah. There is.”
You pause, then add, “You go at your pace. You don’t rush. You pay attention to the other person. That’s it.”
She listens closely, still a bit tense, but focused.
“You did all of that,” you continue. “You were careful. You didn’t push. You stayed.”
Her expression shifts slightly at that, some of the doubt easing, even if it doesn’t disappear completely.
“…still feels like I messed it up,” she mutters.
You tilt your head, watching her. “Did I pull away because I didn’t like it?”
She blinks, thinking.
“…no.”
“Did I look uncomfortable?”
“…no.”
You nod once. “Then you didn’t mess it up.”
That lands a little better.
She exhales quietly, her shoulders dropping just a bit, though her cheeks stay warm.
“You’re overthinking it,” you add, softer now. “Like you always do.”
She gives you a small, embarrassed look. “I can’t help it.”
“I know,” you say.
There’s a short pause.
“You don’t have to be perfect at it,” you tell her.
Jimin looks at you again, her expression softer now, still shy, but less tense.
“…okay,” she says quietly.
Jimin stays quiet for a moment after that, her fingers still fidgeting against the bed, her eyes not quite meeting yours anymore.
You notice the shift right away.
She inhales, then exhales, like she’s trying to say something but keeps stopping herself halfway.
“…there’s more,” she says finally, voice low.
You tilt your head slightly. “Okay. Say it.”
She hesitates again, then blurts it out before she can overthink it.
“Sometimes I feel like I don’t know how to… make out properly either.”
The words come out rushed, and the second she says it, she looks away completely, like she regrets admitting it at all.
“And it’s… I don’t know,” she adds, quieter now. “It feels stupid. Like I should know how by now, since we've been dating for such a time.”
You don’t react fast.
You let a second pass.
Then you shift a little closer, your voice calm and grounded. “Hey.”
She doesn’t look at you.
You don’t raise your voice. You don’t force it. “Puppy, look at me.”
Slowly, she does.
Her expression is tense. A little embarrassed. A little guarded.
“I’m going to be very clear,” you say, steady and simple. “That’s not something you’re supposed to just magically know.”
She frowns slightly. “But everyone else—”
You shake your head. “No. That’s not how it works in real life.”
She pauses.
You keep going. “People figure that stuff out over time. With someone they trust. At their own pace.”
Her shoulders ease just a little, but she still looks unsure.
“…still feels like I’m behind,” she admits.
You shrug lightly. “Behind what? There’s no deadlines.”
That makes her pause again.
You soften your tone just a bit. “You’re not doing this for anyone else. You’re not trying to match some standard. You’re just learning what feels right for you. And for me”
She watches you closely now.
“And if you don’t know something yet,” you add, “that just means you haven’t learned it. Not that there’s anything wrong with you.”
Jimin’s grip on the edge of the bed loosens slightly.
“…I felt kind of ashamed,” she says, quieter now, like she’s testing the word.
You shake your head immediately. “Don’t.”
She looks at you again.
Jimin stays quiet after that, her gaze dropping again, but not in the same way as before.
She shifts slightly on the bed, her shoulder brushing yours, and you feel how tense she still is, even if it’s softer now.
Then she speaks.
“…can you teach me?” she asks, barely above a whisper.
You blink once. “Teach you what?”
She hesitates, then forces herself to say it clearly. “How to kiss.”
Her cheeks turn red again the second the words leave her mouth. She looks at you for half a second, then away, like she already expects you to laugh or brush it off.
You don’t.
“You don’t need lessons,” you say first, calm and steady.
Her shoulders drop a little. “I know, but—”
You gently cut in, not dismissing her, just redirecting. “But I get what you’re asking.”
She looks back at you, unsure.
You shift slightly so you face her more directly. “If you want to figure it out together, we can. No pressure. Just… go slow and pay attention.”
Jimin exhales quietly, her fingers stilling a little.
“…so you will?” she asks, more carefully this time.
You nod once. “Yeah.”
That’s all she needs to hear.
She doesn’t move right away, though. She just sits there for a second, gathering courage, her shoulders rising slightly with a breath.
Then she shifts closer.
You stay where you are, letting her set the pace again, letting her decide how close she wants to be.
You don’t overcomplicate it.
“Slow,” you remind her quietly.
She nods.
Her lips meet yours, soft and careful. She doesn’t pull away right away. She stays. She tries to follow the rhythm.
Good.
You respond gently, matching her pace so she can feel it.
You shift slightly closer, slowly getting onto her lap, careful with her arm, your hand resting lightly on the side of her neck to steady her. She notices. You feel the way her shoulders ease just a little.
She adjusts.
It’s small, but you notice it. She tilts her head just a bit, testing what feels better. Her good hand moves again, hesitant, then settles against your hip this time.
When she hesitates, you pause with her. When she leans in, you repeat after her.
That’s it. That’s all she needs.
A few seconds pass. Maybe more.
She relaxes into it.
She stops thinking so much and just stays with you, and you can feel the difference immediately.
Then she pulls back.
Her face is close to yours, her cheeks still flushed, her breathing uneven but quieter than before.
“…was that better?” she asks, voice soft, a little unsure.
Then you nod once.
“Yeah,” you say. “That was you actually trusting me.”
She blinks at that.
You give her a small, warm look. “And surprise, it worked.”
She exhales, some of the tension leaving her shoulders again.
“…okay,” she says, quieter.
She leans in again.
This time, she doesn’t hesitate as much.
You meet her halfway.
The kiss feels easier now. She remembers what just worked and follows it.
You feel her relax into it again, her hand resting more naturally against your hip.
You don’t guide as much this time. You actually let her lead, enough for her to feel the difference.
It lasts a little longer.
When she finally pulls back once again, her forehead almost brushing yours, her eyes flicking up to meet yours without immediately looking away.
“…that felt different,” she says quietly.
You nod once. “Yeah.”
She studies your face for a second, checking your reaction again, but this time she doesn’t look as nervous.
“…better?” she asks.
You give her a small smile. “You tell me.”
She pauses.
Then she nods, a little more certain this time. “…yeah. Better.”
Her hand slowly moved up, lifting the hem of your sweatshirt slightly, just enough for her to cup one of your breasts in her hand, squeezing it through the soft fabric of your sports bra.
“You're so beautiful, princess,” she whispered, you felt how with each passing second her movements became more confident, her touches became bolder, “I am very lucky to have you.”
You bit your lower lip when you heard her say those words. You used your hand to help her finally pull off her sweatshirt and top, throwing it somewhere to the side. That's the last thing on your mind, thinking about where it landed.
She swallowed nervously, seeing such a sight in front of her, and without noticing it, her cheeks blushed even more, “they're so…” She giggled nervously, "they're so beautiful…”
Slowly and carefully, she leaned closer, covering the sensitive skin with her lips. You let out a soft gasp as Jimin's warm mouth enveloped your nipple, your back arching slightly off the bed. Your hands flew to her hair, fingers threading through the silky strands as you held her close, still being mindful of her sore hand.
“Fuck… Just like that, pup…” You whined, you cradled the back of her head, gently guiding her to suckle more firmly. Your breathing grew heavier, chest rising and falling more rapidly. “You're doing it so fucking good…”
Jimin's good hand slid down to grip your ass, squeezing the firm globe and pulling you harder against her. You could feel the heat of her mouth, the wet suction, and it was making you throb between your legs.
You rocked your hips up, grinding your aching core against Jimin's toned thigh through the fabric of her sweats as you held her tight. Your skin flushed, and she could feel the dampness of arousal beginning to soak through your panties.
Your hand tightened in her hair, making her whine in pain, causing her to turn her head, turning away from one nipple to another. Jimin could feel the heat building between her own legs, her core clenching with each suck and lick.
She was being so good, so eager to please you, and it was driving her wild. One hand slid down from her hair to the back of her neck, pressing her closer as the other cupped the side of her face. You guided her gently, encouraging her to take more of her breast into her mouth.
“Don't rush, slow down…” You hissed, hips started to move faster, grinding harder against her. She could feel the wet spot on her thigh growing, could feel your juices starting to drip down her skin. It was filthy, it was fucking dirty, but fuck if it wasn't the hottest thing she had ever experienced.
After a few minutes, she pulled away from your breasts, looking up at you with those 'fuck me' eyes that was making your mouth water. Her hand sliding up your back to tangle in your hair. She pulled you closer, until your chests were pressed together and your forehead was resting on her shoulder.
“Gonna come for me, yeah, princess?” She whispered against your ear, hand slowly slid down to your ass, and pulling you harder against her thigh. She could feel your breath coming in short, sharp gasps against her, could feel the way you was trying to hold back your moans.
“Don't hold back, love,” she mumbled, “I want to hear you, all of you.”
“Jimin, fuck fuck fuck!” She felt your body tense and then shudder against her as your orgasm crashed over you. The sound of your high-pitched whine, barely a whimper of her name, sent a jolt of electricity through her body. She could feel the fresh gush of wetness that soaked through the fabric of your panties and coated her thigh as you finally came undone.
"Shh, I've got you, love," Jimin murmured, holding you close as you trembled and quaked in her arms. She stroked your hair, your back, any part of you she could reach as you rode out the waves of your climax. "You did so good, princess. So, so good."
“Fuck, I think I ruined your sweats,” you laughed at the realization of what had happened as your orgasm gradually subsided, “I promise I'll buy you new ones… or at least wash these ones.”
“Nah, I'm good,” she smiled back, “I always wanted to throw them away, they were only good for going to training.“
She wanted to say something else, but fell silent when she felt you slowly slide off her lap, kneeling between her legs, forcing her to spread them.
“Hey, what are you doing—” she didn't even have time to finish her sentence before she felt your hands pulling her sweats down her long legs.
“You just made me come,” you replied, throwing her pants aside, “It's all fair, I'm just returning the favor.”
“You don't have to, really…” Jimin's breath caught slightly. You felt her body respond. Your fingers stilled for a moment, then continued their path, slipping fully beneath the waistband of her boxers.
“But I want to,” you answered, looking up at her, “after all, in this situation, when you have a broken arm, how can I not take care of my girlfriend? Especially when you need some oral support.”
You let your words to sink in, noticing how her eyes widened, “moral support, I mean,” you giggled as if nothing had happened, noticing how her cheeks blushed a few shades more.
“Shut up,” she muttered, “you're genuinely making me blush.”
“Good to hear," you smiled once again, hooking your fingers into the waistband of hsr boxers, slowly peeling them down her hips and thighs. You helped her to lift her hips just enough to tug them off completely, leaving her her bare and exposed.
You leaned in, running your tongue along her slit, from her entrance up to her clit, savoring the first taste of her essence. You moaned at the exquisite flavor, her eyes fluttering shut in bliss.
“S-Shit!” she whimpered loudly, feeling the way the rough surface of your tongue was teasing her, “that feels… That feels so damn good…”
“And you taste so fucking sweet,” you purred, before diving back in to lap at her sex like a woman starved. You focused her attention on her clit, circling and flicking the sensitive bud with the tip of your tongue, before suckling it gently.
Your hands gripped her hips, holding her close as you continued your sensual assault. You could feel the heat and wetness emanating from her core, could taste the sweet taste of her arousal.
You was so determined to bring her to the heights of pleasure, to make her see stars and forget any lingering insecurities.
Her whines grew louder and louder with every movement of your tongue, and she felt how her hips unconsciously pushed towards your tongue.
"That's it, fuck my face," you commanded, your voice a low, seductive growl. "Take what you need." You felt her trembling hand tangle in your hair, pulling it tightly, making you hiss at the sensation.
You could feel her grip on your hair tightening with every passing second. The pain was a delicious counterpoint to the intense sensations radiating through your body. You groaned in encouragement, the sound vibrating against her dripping sex, spurring her on.
"Fuck, please, baby!” she whimpered once again, buckling her hips in your face even harder.
You growled in approval at her wanton moans and desperate pleas. She could feel her fingers tangling in her hair even harder, gripping the strands tightly as she rutted against her face with wild abandon. Emboldened by her passion, you doubled your efforts, determined to bring her to the edge of ecstasy she so desperately craved.
“Come on, puppy,” you murmured against her pussy lips, “I can feel you being so close, you won't hold back for me, won't ya?”
“Y-Yes, baby, please!” her hand trembled in your hair as she was tethering on the edge. “I'll be good, I won't hold back, I swear!”
You sealed your lips around her clit, suckling the sensitive bud. The obscene sounds of your tongue plunging into her soaked pussy filled the room, mingling with Jimin's escalating moans and cries.
You could feel the telltale fluttering of her walls, signaling her impending orgasm. You redoubled her efforts, fucking her harder and faster, your tongue lashing at her clit with merciless precision.
Jimin let out a whimper of pure bliss as her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave. "Fuck!"
Her inner walls clamped down around your plunging tongue, rippling and fluttering as they tried to draw you deeper. A gush of her essence flooded your mouth, and she could feel you greedily swallowing every single drop.
You gentled your touch, slowing your tongue to shallow thrusts and soft caresses as Jimin floated down from her high, her body going boneless and pliant above you.
"Fuck, that was so damn beautiful," you murmured, pressing a tender kiss to her sensitive sex before. You gazed up at her with adoring eyes, taking in the flush of her skin, the sheen of sweat on her brow, and the blissed-out smile playing about her kiss-swollen lips.
After a few moments you shift against the pillows and pull the blanket over both of you. Jimin settles in close, careful with her arm, tucking herself against your side. You adjust automatically, one arm around her shoulders, the other resting lightly so you don’t touch the plaster.
She exhales.
A long one.
“Today was a lot,” she murmurs, her voice softer now, already slower.
“Yeah,” you say. “It was.”
She presses a little closer, her forehead brushing your collarbone, her body finally relaxing. You feel it happen. First her shoulders relax. Then her back. Then her breathing evens out.
You run your hand gently along her arm, slow and steady, nothing complicated. Just enough to ground her.
“I’m still mad about the timing,” she adds quietly, eyes half-closed. “But… I’m less scared now.”
You nod, even if she can’t fully see it. “Good.”
A pause.
Then, softer, “I meant what I said earlier. They’ll wait for you, pup.”
She hums in response.
Another minute passes.
Her grip on your shirt loosens slightly, then tightens again.
“Stay?” she mumbles, barely awake now.
“I’m here,” you say.
Her breathing slows further, turning steady, deep. You feel the shift when she finally stops thinking and lets herself drift. Her weight settles fully against you.
Who would dare wear a revealing, off-the-shoulder, thigh-baring, foreshadowing curve of her pussy dress in this freezing weather, just to find a man on the street to satisfy their desires? Except for the easy chick, Julie. She acts like she is about to hitchhiking in a car with a man who fits her type, then takes off the fur coat, revealing her form-fitting blue lace lingerie. Julie let men make offers, but with one condition: she wouldn't let them haggle down, because she was convinced that what she had was worth far more than what they were offering. And she was confident that it wouldn't happen, because she was probably just one of the best prostitutes that they can find around here.
‘Ahhh… Ahhhh…. Oppa… Fuck me harder… And faster…. Ah…’
‘Ah.. Chaewon-ssi… I'm definitely going faster… Your pussy is so fucking g-good… Your facial expression while your eyes closed is so sexy… It looks like you wanting a cock to cum on your face’
‘Ahh… I actually want that whenever I do. Your cock also fucking good, oppa…’
‘Hold on, Chaewon-ssi. Let me do something’
‘What?? Did you record it, oppa?’
‘Y-yeah… I want to capture this moment‘
‘How long have you been recording?’
‘Since you close your eye, baby’
‘Stop, oppa. What if the video got leaked??’
‘If it leaked. Just know that I didn't do it’
‘So can you promise me that this video won't get leak?? Because we might get in trouble’
‘I swear, Chaewon-ssi… Let’s continue our sex…’
*Door suddenly opened
‘Ahh stepdad!!! I’m sorry… I didn’t knock the door first’
‘AHHHHH!!! CHAEWON!! YOU HAVE TO KNOCK THE DOOR FIRST!!!’
‘I-I’m sorry… I’ll go out then, finish your thing’
‘Okay’
*2 minutes later
‘Okay, Chaewon… You can come in’
*door squeaking
‘I.. I’m so sorry that i didn’t knock the door first’
‘That’s fine… But you have to knock on the door first after this… You understand?’
‘Yes… I didn’t come here for too long, because of my busy schedule… And I live alone in my apartment… So i don’t have to knock the door’
‘I know’
‘So.. What you doing?’
‘I-I just… finished showering’
‘Oh okay… Why don’t you use the towel that I just brought for you??’
‘Uh.. Uhhh… I mean… I used to it. I always walk out and use nothing’
‘What if the neighbor sees… you have to use it’
‘I’ll use it, Chaewon… Don’t worry’
‘I trust you… Anyways- Do you want anything? Because i got a lot of promo codes in shopping online platforms’
‘Ah! I just added into the cart on my app. Let me grab my phone first… ummmm.... I think it was-‘
‘I swear, Chaewon-ssi… Let’s continue our se-’
‘Oh shit! my ba-‘
‘Shhhh…. Shut up stepdad… I gotcha… Did you know about what you are watching??? It's the video of ‘your stepdaughter’ having sex… Did you know that it’s kinda wrong to watch and masturbate on your stepdaughter’s leaked video???’
‘Chaewon, what are you talking about??’
‘What do i mean? I know that video damn well… I guess one of your friends sent you a video and said ‘Oh, look! Is that your stepdaughter?? She looks so fucking hot’ But instead of feeling embarrassed or try to protect me. It turns out that you just jerking off to it.. What a shameless stepdad… And what a lucky thing that you also have a shameless stepdaughter too…'
'What?'
'So let me punish you, Daddy… And forget about what if a neighbor sees it… Let them know about a single stepdad who about to feeding his kid a kids...'
'Chaewon! It's too far now.. Stop doing that...'
'Fuck your 'too far' shit. But can you film it for me please? And send it to your friends and say 'I just fuck with her, LOL' They would be mad as hell that her stepdad hit her first, not them…’
