#aespa fanfic

[aettuddae]

BLUE BLOOD — ⌞ KARINA SMAU ⌝

ᝰ pairing: karina/yu jimin x fem!reader/oc

ᝰ synopsis: after the death of his predecessor, devi's father assumes the position of prime minister of south korea. this brings her closer to the royal family, where she crosses paths with crown princess karina, with whom she finds herself in a back-and-forth of friction and interactions that blossom after a night they spent together, but which cannot be repeated.

ᝰ genre: social media au, non-idol au, royalty au, high society au, forbidden love au, comedy, fluff, angst, slow burn.

ᝰ warnings: main character is an original character. insults, swearing, kms/kys jokes, mentions of alcohol and cigarettes, grammar mistakes (english not my first language), may add on.

ᝰ status: on going.

ᝰ featuring: aespa, and members of bigbang and le sserafim.

— profiles :

— karina's | devi's

— chapters.

• chapter 1.

• chapter 2. part 1 - part 2.

• chapter 3.

• chapter 4.

• chapter 5.

• chapter 6.

• chapter 7.

• chapter 8. part 1 - part 2.

[fellominaarcher]

you're my favorite kind of night - karina x fem!reader

⤷ stripper!karina x g!p femreader

⤷ prev | next

⤷ content warning: sex sex sex (minors dni), smut with plot, penis & vagina, oral sex (Karina receiving), 18+ story, seduction and maybe a little toxic (?)

⤷ I'm kinda bad at describing sex scenes wtf and this is a long ass chapter!!

Seated in the quieter part of the strip club, Karina perched on a high stool, leaning lazily against the bar. Her cocktail sat half-finished in front of her, the ice melting into the amber liquid. The red and purple hues from the club’s dim lights painted her skin in soft, shifting colors as she stared at the neatly arranged bottles of whiskey and wine on the glass shelves.

The faint thrum of heavy bass pulsed through the walls, vibrating beneath her feet, settling into her bones. It was a constant reminder that this club, this life, was hers. Co-owning a strip club was insane, exhausting, unpredictable. But she had to admit, she found joy in it.

It was still early, just past 5 PM. The club wasn’t alive yet, only a few patrons scattered around, nursing drinks before the real crowd poured in. Outside, people were still stuck in traffic, wrapping up their 9-to-5 lives, while inside, the DJ played soft, ambient beats to warm up the place.

A week since that night, the stunt Y/N pulled, the shattered whiskey glass, and the sex that followed.

Maybe, just maybe, she missed her. Or maybe she just missed fucking her.

The way Y/N moved, fluid and confident, sending shivers down her spine. The weight of her touch was possessive, greedy like she owned every inch of Karina’s body.

Karina swallowed hard, the thought igniting something deep in her stomach. Her skin still tingled at the memory of Y/N’s fingers tangled in her hair, knuckles buried deep inside her.

A sharp tap of boots against the floor cut through her haze. Someone was approaching.

A man in a dark suit stopped beside her, clutching a brown A4-sized envelope. Without a word, he bowed slightly before extending it toward her.

Karina exhaled slowly, turning to face him. Probably one of her employees. She accepted the envelope, her grip firm but her expression unreadable.

Karina barely spared him a glance as she accepted it, her fingers tracing over the rough paper. "Good work. Everything I need is in here, right?" Her voice was smooth, measured, but there was an edge to it, something that smelled of an excitement.

The man offered a slight smile and nodded. "Yes, Ms. Yoo. Everything you need is in there," he confirmed, his response short and efficient. With another respectful bow, he turned on his heels and disappeared into the club.

Karina sat still for a moment, staring at the envelope.

Then, with a slow inhale, she reached for her cocktail and downed the rest in one go. The burn of vodka mixed with apple slid down her throat, the sting settling into her chest.

She let out a quiet laugh, a breathy exhale, before leaning her cheek against her palm. Her fingers tapped lightly against the bar, eyes still fixed on the envelope in front of her.

"Think I might be crazy..." She pursed her lips, bracing herself, willing herself to open it. But she just kept staring.

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A sleek, glossy black Peugeot sedan rolled to a smooth stop beside a weathered, faint brown building, a breakfast joint, now shuttered for the night. A few stragglers wandered along the quiet street under the soft glow of streetlights. The air was crisp, neither too warm nor biting cold. A typical night.

11:34 PM.

The chauffeur exited the vehicle and opened the passenger door.

Karina stepped out, the sharp sound of her red-bottomed pumps slicing through the stillness. A dark brown, ankle-length coat draped her figure like a second skin, flaring ever so slightly at her calves as she moved.

In her hand, she carried a brown paper bag housing a Château Lafite 1869 and a small bouquet of red, white, and pink roses. Her eyes lifted toward the towering glass-clad building ahead, a slow smirk curling on her lips.

“Do you need me to walk you there, Ms. Yoo?” the chauffeur offered politely.

Karina turned, suppressing the growing excitement with a subtle purse of her lips. "It's fine. I’ll handle it myself," she replied, voice calm and deliberate.

She stepped back from the car, heels clicking confidently on the pavement. "Stay alert. I may call you later to take me home," she added without looking back.

“Yes, ma’am,” the chauffeur nodded as Karina strode away, fully focused.

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Karina’s steps were measured, precise. Every movement radiated purpose, as if this night had been carved into her bones. She moved through the empty sidewalk like a woman on a mission, her mind sharp and her thoughts singular.

When she reached the entrance, she pressed her hand against the cool glass door, pushing it open with a smooth motion.

Inside, the lobby was pristine, marble floors, soft lighting, and the faint scent of expensive cologne lingering in the air.

At the reception desk sat a young woman, perfectly poised but visibly inexperienced, eyes flickering up to Karina with a polite, almost cautious smile.

“Good evening, miss. May I ask if you’re visiting someone tonight?”

Karina's stride didn’t falter as she approached the desk, movements fluid and deliberate. Her towering presence, magnified by the length of her coat and the confident arch of her brow sent an unspoken message before she even spoke.

Karina leaned in slightly, voice lowered to a velvet hum, eyes locked on the receptionist with quiet dominance. “Penthouse 114,” she said, her tone somewhere between a command and a whisper.

The receptionist blinked, straightening in her chair. “Ah, I�� don’t see your name on the guest list for 114 tonight.” Her voice wavered faintly.

Karina smiled, slow and deliberate. It didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Well,” she murmured, setting the paper bag and bouquet gently onto the counter, “I wasn’t asked to make a reservation. I was asked to come.” She made sure to make the statement.

The receptionist shifted uncomfortably.

Karina’s eyes glinted. “Would you like me to call the penthouse owner myself and explain why their guest is being held at the door?” Karina's tone was faux and borderline threatening.

It was subtle but suffocating, the way Karina’s voice never rose above a gentle murmur yet pressed firmly against the receptionist’s nerves like a blade against skin.

The receptionist’s throat bobbed with a small swallow. “N-no, that won’t be necessary, Ms…?”

“Yoo,” Karina filled in smoothly, her lips tugging upward in a way that felt both reassuring and threatening.

The receptionist exhaled quietly, cheeks flushing. “My apologies, Ms. Yoo,” she stammered. “The elevator is yours.” She gestured awkwardly toward the glass doors behind her.

Karina gathered the bouquet and wine once more, her smirk deepening. “Thank you, darling,” she purred, before sauntering past the desk.

Her heels echoed with deliberate grace, her figure cutting through the pristine lobby like she owned it.

Inside the elevator, Karina let out a soft breath, eyes dark as they settled on her reflection. The weight of anticipation, of craving, pulled at her every step.

And tonight, she wouldn’t be leaving empty-handed.

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The sharp buzz of the doorbell echoed through the quiet hum of the penthouse. Y/N barely registered it, eyes glued to the dense paperwork littering her desk. The company was going through major restructuring by summer—new positions, new alliances, and new problems she’d need to clean up.

The doorbell buzzed again, more impatient this time.

Clicking her tongue, Y/N sighed and pushed back her chair. She shoved her hands into the pockets of her sweatpants as she shuffled through the dimly lit living room, indoor slippers making soft sounds on the dark hardwood floors. The place was bathed in deep shadows and warm ambient lighting, oozing understated luxury.

Her black tee clung slightly to her frame, and her glasses were perched lazily on the bridge of her nose. Late-night visitors weren’t exactly common, and curiosity tugged at her.

Ignoring the video intercom by the door, she simply unlocked it and swung it open.

Her eyes traveled from the red-bottomed pumps up to the sharp curve of the hips hidden beneath a long, dark brown coat, and finally to that familiar face, framed by waves of midnight hair.

Y/N froze. “Karina?” she breathed, eyes wide, mouth slightly parted. “What the hell are you doing here?”

The faintest smirk tugged at Karina’s lips, smug, knowing, dangerous. She didn’t answer immediately, choosing instead to push past Y/N with her shoulder, forcing the door open wider. The subtle bump of her body sent a shiver through Y/N, who stood motionless, caught between confusion and anticipation.

Karina’s heels echoed softly as she sauntered further into the penthouse, her eyes gliding over the pristine interior. Clean, expensive, and scented faintly of vanilla—the same scent she remembered clinging to Y/N’s skin after their last encounter.

She turned, gaze sharp and predatory as it roamed over Y/N, still standing awkwardly by the door. “Vice President energy,” Karina teased with a low chuckle, tossing Y/N a playful thumbs up. “I see that you're the rich who've got a taste.”

Y/N crossed her arms, trying to suppress the small excitement trying to crawl all over her body. “How do you know where I live, Karina?” Her voice held a thin edge of suspicion.

Karina’s dark eyes glittered with amusement. “Hmm… you’ve driven me home more than a few times. I figured it’s only fair.” She gave a casual shrug, dripping with faux innocence.

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Except I asked for your address. You, what? Followed me? Dug up my personal records?”

Karina’s lips parted slightly, her smile wicked as if to say bingo. “Maybe I just have a vested interest,” she purred.

The tension was palpable now, heavy between them. Y/N’s pulse quickened as Karina casually placed the brown paper bag onto the marble-topped side table, revealing the bouquet of roses and a bottle of Château Lafite.

Y/N’s throat felt dry as she watched Karina, who stood there, eyes gleaming like a cat that had just cornered its prey.

Then Karina’s fingers slipped beneath the belt of her coat. Slowly, deliberately, she undid the buttons, one by one. The coat slipped from her shoulders like a second skin, pooling on the floor.

Y/N’s breath hitched.

Karina stood there clad in dark red lingerie, intricate lace hugging her curves, leaving very little to the imagination.

“You look stupid,” Karina murmured, tilting her head. “Glasses, sweatpants... you weren’t expecting me.” She pouted as she threw the insults to Y/N's way.

Y/N felt her body tense, overwhelmed by the simmering tension radiating from the woman before her. Karina’s voice dropped, velvet and low. “It’s not sensible to feel this way, Y/N…”

And yet Y/N couldn’t look away.

Karina closed the gap between them in a few slow steps, her body grazing against Y/N’s. Her fingers reached up to pluck Y/N’s glasses from her face, letting them clatter to the floor with little care.

Karina tilted her head, eyes locked onto Y/N’s as if daring her to move away. She pressed her lips against Y/N’s, light, barely a whisper of a kiss then deepened it, tasting her like a long-lost craving.

Y/N staggered slightly as Karina’s hands gripped her tense shoulders, guiding her backward, mouth never leaving hers.

Karina smirked between kisses. “Bedroom’s this way, right?” she whispered against Y/N’s lips, voice dripping with dark amusement as she navigated through unfamiliar territory like she owned it.

Temptation incarnate, Karina wasn’t just here for a visit. She was here to devour.

Karina’s breath ghosted over Y/N’s lips as their eyes met—dark, heady, and laced with a tension neither wanted to break. The flicker of defiance in Karina’s gaze only fueled Y/N’s own possessive hunger. The distance between them was close enough that Y/N could feel the silky fabric of Karina’s lingerie brushing against her clothed skin.

Y/N’s fingers twitched at her sides, but Karina was the first to move, her hands trailing down Y/N’s chest before curling around the hem of the black tee. Slowly, deliberately, she lifted it up inch by inch, revealing the toned plane of Y/N’s stomach, the slow rise and fall of breath betraying the restraint Y/N was fighting to maintain.

Y/N’s muscles loosened, her thumb brushed Karina’s lower lip possessively before she leaned in to kiss her, slow and deliberate. The kiss wasn’t sweet. It was claiming and it was an unspoken message. Karina moaned softly against Y/N’s lips, letting herself to be enveloped by Y/N's warmth.

Hands roamed, hungry. Y/N’s fingers brushed Karina’s bare thigh and she's standing there in nothing but that sinful dark red lingerie, Karina looked like a wicked dream. Lace clung to every perfect curve, accentuating her figure in a way that made Y/N’s control waver.

Karina’s fingers didn’t stay idle either. She dragged her nails lightly down Y/N’s stomach, teasing the waistband of the sweatpants. She hooked her thumbs in, tugging them just enough to tease the bulge pressing desperately against Y/N’s sweatpants.

The stripper pulled away a little and she grabbed Y/N's wrist firmly, leading the taller woman down the hall of the penthouse and finding the biggest room—the master bedroom, Karina twisted the door handle then pushing the door open and she shamelessly inviting the owner of the place to spend the night with her within these luxurious walls.

Grabbing Karina by the waist, Y/N hoisted her up, and Karina instinctively wrapped her legs around Y/N’s hips, gasping softly. Their mouths found each other again, kissing deeper this time—messy, consuming, as if they hadn’t touched in years instead of just days.

With Karina clinging to her, Y/N strode in further into the room and tossed Karina onto the bed, eliciting a soft yelp followed by a breathless laugh.

Karina propped herself up on her elbows, eyes gleaming as she watched Y/N strip off the rest of her clothes with a predatory grace. Karina’s gaze dropped to Y/N’s hardened length pressing through the briefs, and her breath hitched.

Y/N crawled onto the bed, hovering over Karina, but before she could touch her, Karina reached up and wrapped her fingers around the back of Y/N’s neck, pulling her down into another kiss. Their bodies molded together, bare skin meeting bare skin, heat radiating in waves.

Y/N’s hand slid beneath the stripper’s back, unclasping the rest of her bra and tossing it aside. Karina’s breath trembled when Y/N’s fingers grazed her chest before trailing lower, tracing along the lace waistband of Karina’s matching panties.

“Take it off,” Y/N commanded softly, voice velvet but edged with flaming desire.

Karina arched a brow, teasing, but obeyed. Slowly, she hooked her thumbs in the waistband and shimmied out of the delicate fabric, tossing it toward the floor. Now completely bare beneath Y/N, she reached up and help to pull Y/N’s boxer down in one fluid motion, letting Y/N kick them off fully.

There was a beat where they just stared at each other with desire burning, resentment simmering beneath, and a dangerous affection neither could admit out loud.

Y/N’s lips ghosted over Karina’s jaw, down her neck, biting softly on the tender skin before kissing the spot she marked. Karina gasped, nails digging into Y/N’s back as Y/N’s length pressed heavily against her thigh.

“I want you to ruin me tonight,” Karina whispered shakily, surrendering to the chaos that only Y/N could stir in her.

Karina's fingers traced along the curves of Y/N's chest as she leaned in close, her breath hot against Y/N's neck. "Mmmm, you're looking so good," Karina purred, pressing soft kisses along Y/N's jawline. Y/N shivered at her touch, a familiar stirring growing in her loins.

Sliding a leg between Karina's thighs, Y/N gently ground her hips against the other girl's heat, eliciting a gasp. "You're already so wet for me," Y/N murmured, cupping one of Karina's perky breasts. Karina arched into the touch with a moan, grinding back against Y/N's hard bulge.

Y/N took a rosy nipple into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the stiff peak as her hand kneaded the other breast. Karina tangled her fingers in Y/N's hair, holding her close. Her sighs were soft.

Y/N worked her way down Karina's body, kissing a trail over her soft stomach until she reached the edge of her waist. Karina lay bare before her, glistening folds already slick with arousal. Y/N couldn't wait any longer, she dived in and her tongue was gentle on the first lap. Her fingers pressed into Karina's flesh as she swirled her tongue around Karina's entrance—making the stripper exhaled out of pleasure.

"Fuck..." Karina moaned out while feeling Y/N's clever tongue swiping her folds and Karina's hand fisting in Y/N's hair as her hips bucked forward, right into Y/N's face. "You're so good at this, Y/N, oh fuck..." Her voice was shaky while she praised the woman below her.

Y/N licked and sucked at Karina's clit, alternating between firm pressure and feather-light flicks that had the midnight haired woman thrashing and begging for more. She drove two fingers knuckle-deep into Karina's slick heat, curling them just right to hit that special spot.

The stripper tapped Y/N's head to halt her and Y/N stopped, lift her head up to meet Karina's gaze and the look in her eyes were questioning Karina's intention this time without even the need to verbalize her question. Karina gestured Y/N with her finger to move up and their lips pressed again, meeting into a messy kiss and Karina tasted herself on Y/N's tongue.

Her tongue danced with Y/N's, exploring every crevice of her mouth. She could taste the sweetness of Y/N's lips, craving more with each passing second. Karina eventually was pressed back on the bed and Y/N got in between her legs as the kisses move down from the lips to Karina's neck.

With that, Y/N positioned herself between Karina’s legs, letting her length slide teasingly against her folds, eliciting a sharp gasp from the woman beneath her. Y/N’s lips pressed against Karina’s neck, voice deep and hungry.

“This is mine,” Y/N growled as she pushed inside, slow and deliberate, claiming every inch.

Karina’s moan filled the room, her back arching, nails clawing into Y/N’s skin as the mixture of pain and pleasure tangled deliciously between them.

Y/N began to move deep, rough, but steady as her body pressing Karina deeper into the mattress as she kissed her like she owned her, swallowing every sound, every gasp, every broken moan. Karina met every thrust with equal fervor, clinging to Y/N like her life depended on it.

The room smelled of vanilla and sex.

Tonight, neither of them cared who was right or wrong. All they wanted was this chaos, the pleasure, the control, the power struggle, and the quiet ache that hid beneath it all.

Y/N gritted her teeth as she pushed in deeper, the wet heat of Karina around her driving her halfway to madness. The way Karina clung to her, legs locked tight around Y/N’s waist, nails dragging red lines down her back, it was like a dare, a silent challenge for Y/N to push harder, take more.

Karina’s head tilted back, exposing her throat as moans spilled freely from her lips. Every slow grind of Y/N’s hips dragged a whimper from deep inside her, but Karina’s pride burned too hot to fully surrender.

“So slow,” Karina panted, voice dripping with provocation as her fingers fisted Y/N’s hair, tugging just enough to force Y/N to look her in the eyes. “I thought you were gonna ruin me.”

Y/N’s gaze darkened, and the next thrust was anything but slow—deep and unforgiving, knocking the breath from Karina’s lungs.

“Oh, fine say that, Karina.” Y/N growled, voice low and guttural as she pinned both of Karina’s wrists above her head, trapping her against the mattress.

Karina’s lips parted in a gasp, but her eyes are blazing with lust and a teasing glint that held no fear. Only invitation.

Y/N leaned down, mouth grazing the stripper’s ear, voice dripping with warning, “You’re mine tonight.”

Karina shivered beneath her, but her voice remained steady as she whispered, “Prove it.”

The words were gasoline on an already blazing fire.

Y/N shifted her grip, one hand still holding Karina’s wrists hostage, the other trailing down her side, fingers digging into soft flesh as she picked up a punishing pace. Each thrust rocked the bed frame, creaking beneath their wild momentum.

Karina whimpered, biting down on her lip to muffle her moans, but Y/N wasn’t having it. She dipped her head and licked a slow line along Karina’s neck before biting down, hard enough to sting.

“Let me hear you,” Y/N hissed.

And Karina did. She let go, voice breaking with a moan that trembled on the edge of a sob. The roughness, the restraint, the sheer dominance. It broke through every defense she’d put up.

“Y/N,” Karina gasped, her voice faltering as Y/N fucked her deeper, rougher.

Karina could feel herself unraveling, her mind clouding as her body melted beneath Y/N’s weight. Still, even with her breath catching and body aching with pleasure, Karina arched her hips defiantly, grinding herself harder against Y/N.

“I'm afraid you might actually like whatever we've been doing,” Karina taunted between breathless moans, that sharp tongue refusing to fully submit.

Y/N laughed bitterly, eyes narrowing as she released Karina’s wrists and flipped her over, pressing her chest into the mattress. Karina barely had time to catch her breath before Y/N gripped her hips and slammed back inside, stealing every ounce of oxygen from her lungs.

“Keep running your mouth,” Y/N snarled as she bent over, her hand tangling in Karina’s hair, yanking her head back so their faces were side by side. “I’ll keep fucking you until you can’t speak.”

Karina whimpered, her pride hanging on by a thread as Y/N’s pace grew merciless. Skin slapping against skin, the sharp sting of teeth grazing her neck, the commanding weight behind every movement, it was too much and not enough.

But underneath it all, there was that addictive thread of emotion, fraying quietly beneath the lust.

Y/N pressed a kiss to the shell of Karina’s ear, almost tender, even as her thrusts remained deep and bruising. “I don’t care how much you push me away,” Y/N murmured, voice strained but sincere. “You’re still mine when I fuck you like this.”

Karina bit her lip hard enough to draw blood, heart pounding. In this chaos, this dangerous push-and-pull, she felt alive and wanted.

Karina’s body trembled as she felt herself nearing the edge, and she gasped, “Y/N, don’t stop.”

“I won’t,” Y/N promised, voice rough and breaking with her own nearing release.

Y/N’s grip on Karina’s hips tightened as she slammed harder, deeper, until Karina cried out, her orgasm crashing over her in waves. Y/N followed a heartbeat later, releasing deep inside her as she cursed against Karina’s skin, hips slowing as the aftershocks pulsed through them both.

They stayed like that, panting and tangled, bodies slick with sweat and trembling from how very intense their bodies connected within the dim, lavish walls.

Slowly, Y/N loosened her hold, brushing Karina’s hair away from her face as she pressed a kiss to her temple. Soft, reverent.

Karina turned her head slightly, eyes fluttering open as she met Y/N’s gaze. The fire between them hadn’t dimmed, but in the quiet aftermath, something softer flickered beneath the surface.

Neither said a word.

Probably the post-sex stuff getting to them.

Because in this moment, with bruises blooming beneath fingertips and hearts pounding too fast, words weren’t necessary.

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[savedenji]

I know most female idols are straight but it's still a harsh reality check for sapphics (me) 💔

[nebularsung]

⭑ eating nerd!giselle out at the library ﹙+18﹚

she couldn’t focus. not with you sitting so close, completely unaware of the effect you had on her.

it wasn’t even intentional. it never was. but the way you furrowed your brows when concentrating, how your fingers absentmindedly twirled your pen, the way your teeth caught your lip when you were deep in thought—it was torture.

you were so effortlessly distracting.

you hadn’t even noticed how restless she had become, how her breath had grown uneven, or how she kept pressing her thighs together in a desperate attempt to ease the ache building inside her. but when you finally turned toward her, catching the flush spreading across her cheeks, the way her glasses slid slightly down her nose as she exhaled a shaky breath—

“gigi,” you whisper-shouted, amused, your voice laced with affection.

she nearly jolted, embarrassment taking over as she quickly adjusted her glasses. “i can’t help it,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. then, as if it explained everything, she added softly, “you’re so pretty…”

your heart swelled at the confession. giselle had always been shy—especially when it came to you. you were her first girlfriend, and before you, she had always kept her distance from girls—not because she didn’t admire them, but because they were all so beautiful, so untouchable. but then you came along, slipping so easily into her quiet world, filling it with warmth. and since the day you became hers, you were the only pretty girl that mattered.

you tilted your head, brushing your fingers against her cheek, your voice turning softer, lower. “poor baby…”

she sucked in a breath. she knew that tone.

“do you want my help, love?” you asked sweetly, and she hesitated for only a moment before nodding—eager, desperate, helpless under your gaze.

your lips curled into a smirk. “you just have to make sure you stay quiet… or else someone might hear us.” you leaned in, whispering the words against the shell of her ear, reveling in the way her body shivered in response. then, without another word, you slipped beneath the table.

giselle’s breath hitched.

it wasn’t like there were many people in the library—less than ten, at most—but even that felt like too much. she hated the idea of being caught, of people watching her in such a vulnerable state. or that was what she told herself. she could barely handle being the center of attention in normal situations, let alone now. but then she felt your hands on her thighs, and her thoughts scattered.

she swallowed hard, heart pounding as you lifted the hem of her pink checkered skirt, revealing her dampened panties. the sight made you hum in approval, and before she could even process the embarrassment, you blew a slow, teasing breath against her clothed heat.

a muffled gasp left her lips as she slapped a hand over her mouth.

you smiled, pressing soft, lingering kisses to the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, inching closer, making her sigh in anticipation. her glasses had slipped down her nose again, and when she reached up to push them back, she caught your gaze. the way you looked at her—like she was something to be worshiped—made her dizzy.

and then, without warning, your fingers hooked into the damp fabric, sliding it aside, baring her completely.

her breath stuttered once again.

you didn’t make her wait. your lips wrapped around her swollen clit, sucking lightly before running your tongue along her slit, tasting her. a ragged moan escaped before she could stop it, and panic flashed through her mind—were people looking? could they hear? but then you licked her again, slow and deliberate, and all thoughts of caution melted away. she couldn’t focus on anything but you.

her thighs trembled, threatening to close around your head, but your hands were already there, keeping her spread open for you. your tongue worked her in slow, teasing strokes—exploring her like you had all the time in the world, like you wanted to memorize every part of her all over again.

giselle let her head fall back, mouth parted in silent pleasure, fingers gripping the edge of the table as she tried so hard to stay quiet. she could feel the pressure building, the heat coiling low in her belly, but she forced her eyes open, checking her surroundings. no one had noticed—no one was looking.

that realization made her bold.

her hand shot down, tangling in your hair as she rolled her hips against your mouth, finding her own rhythm. the moment you let your tongue still, letting her take what she needed, she whimpered—so desperate, so completely lost in the moment.

she was so close.

and you knew it. you always knew.

your fingers found her clit again, rubbing slow, teasing circles before pinching it just right—just enough to make her gasp, to make her body lock up, to push her over the edge.

she came with a muffled, whimpering moan, body trembling, legs shaking around your shoulders as pleasure consumed her. her orgasm spilled over, soaking your lips, your chin, your tongue as you kept working her through it, savoring every drop.

the soft sounds of you licking her clean filled the space between you, and giselle felt her entire body sag into the chair, spent, overwhelmed, completely undone.

when she finally had the strength to look down, she found you gazing up at her—eyes dark, lips glistening, a self-satisfied smirk playing in your mouth. and when you raised your hand, dragging the back of it across your chin before slipping two fingers into your mouth to clean off the remnants of her pleasure—

she had to look away, hiding her face in her hands.

“you’re so cute when you’re embarrassed,” you teased, voice dripping with amusement. then, leaning closer, whispering just for her, “makes me wanna sit on your face…”

her breath caught, her eyes snapping to yours, pupils blown wide with something new, something deeper.

and you? you just smirked, already knowing exactly how the night was going to play out.

｜ 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌 𖹭 rum pum pum pum giselle has me.... 💦 like pls look at that woman and tell me you don't want her to ruin your life and then you say "thank you" when she gets out—

[herrscherofinsanity]

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Hi, what's up! Yes, I've been MIA, but I'll try to be a bit more active this month. Here's a break up drabble I just did, I'm liking the idea of it, so I might get back to it later this week.

Angst

Karina (Yu Jimin) x fem!reader

Word count: 0.8k

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It happens late at night.

Jimin is finally back in y/n’s city after weeks apart, and they’re supposed to be spending time together. But instead, Jimin is out—again. With him.

y/n knows she shouldn’t check the internet, but she does. She always does. And there it is… pictures of Jimin and Jeno at a restaurant, laughing, looking comfortable. There’s even a video, one where Jimin reaches out to playfully push Jeno’s shoulder as they joke about something. The comment section is filled with fans gushing about their chemistry, about how good they look together... about how maybe there’s something real there.

y/n throws her phone onto the bed and runs a hand through her hair, trying to breathe. She doesn’t want to be this person. She doesn’t want to be jealous. Jimin deserves to have friends.

But damn it, why couldn’t she have spent that time with her?

Her hands shake as she texts.

Are you coming over?

Fifteen minutes pass. No reply.

Twenty.

Thirty.

y/n grabs her phone again and presses call. It rings. Once. Twice. Five times. Voicemail.

And that’s it. That’s what breaks her.

By the time Jimin walks into y/n’s apartment, it’s past midnight. She’s tired, wearing a hoodie and a cap, her usual disguise to keep away prying eyes. She expects y/n to be asleep or waiting with that familiar, knowing smirk.

Instead, her girlfriend is standing in the living room, arms crossed, jaw tight.

Jimin pauses, sensing the tension instantly. “Hey,” she says, voice soft, like she knows something is wrong.

The younger girl doesn’t return the greeting. “Did you have fun?”

Jimin sighs, running a hand through her hair. “y/n—”

“I waited for you.”

That stops Jimin in her tracks. “I told you I was going out tonight.”

“You didn’t tell me it was with him again.” y/n’s voice is sharper now.

Jimin exhales, already frustrated. “Why does it matter?”

y/n scoffs. “Why does it—? Jimin, are you serious? Do you have any idea how it looks? How it feels?”

Jimin shakes her head. “It doesn’t matter how it looks. We know what’s real.”

y/n laughs bitterly. “Do we? Because to me, it looks like you’d rather be with him than with me.”

Jimin’s eyes darken. “That’s not fair.”

“No, what’s not fair is me sitting here like a fool, waiting for you, while the whole world thinks you belong to someone else.”

Jimin clenches her jaw. “You’re the one who wanted this to be a secret, y/n. You’re the one who said it would be better this way. That it would protect me.”

y/n falters. “I—”

“No.” Jimin steps closer, eyes burning. “You don’t get to be mad at me for doing exactly what you asked me to do, for being careful, for not making this harder than it already is.”

y/n swallows, her heart pounding. “You think this isn’t hard for me?”

Jimin exhales sharply, her hands curling into fists at her sides. “Then why are you making it worse?”

y/n lets out a shaky breath, her chest aching. “Because I love you.”

Jimin freezes.

y/n’s voice cracks. “Because I love you, and it kills me that I can’t even act like it. That I have to sit here and watch people talk about how perfect you’d be with someone else while I have to stay silent. That I have to watch you go out with him and just—what? Pretend it doesn’t bother me?”

Jimin’s expression softens for a second, but she doesn’t reach for her. She doesn’t close the distance between them.

And that’s when y/n knows.

That hesitation is enough to shatter her.

“Do you even want to be with me anymore?” The question comes out before she can stop it.

Jimin’s breath catches. “y/n—”

“Just tell me the truth, Jimin.”

Jimin swallows, her throat tight. Her silence stretches between them, suffocating, painful.

y/n’s vision blurs, but she refuses to cry. She refuses to be the first to break.

She takes a step back, and the distance between them feels like miles. “If you’re not going to choose me, then don’t string me along.”

Jimin’s entire body stiffens, panic flashing in her eyes. “That’s not what I’m doing.”

y/n’s voice wavers. “Then tell me you love me. Tell me I’m the only one.”

Jimin’s lips part—but the words don’t come.

And that silence? That’s all y/n needs to hear.

She nods slowly, letting out a shaky breath. “Okay.”

Jimin’s eyes widen, panic setting in. “Wait—”

“No.” y/n’s voice breaks this time. “I can’t do this anymore.”

Jimin steps forward, finally reaching for her, but y/n flinches back.

Jimin stops dead in her tracks, her hands trembling at her sides. “Baby, please—”

But the younger girl shakes her head, blinking back tears. “I love you, Jimin. But I’m not going to beg you to love me back.”

And then she turns away.

Jimin watches her go, watches as the person she loves walks out of the room, out of her life.

She could call out. She could stop her.

But she doesn’t.

And that’s the worst part.

Because the moment the door closes behind y/n, Jimin realizes—too late—that she’s just lost the best thing she’s ever had.

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A/N: I was in the mood for drama tonight. Anyway, despite my eternal period of leave, feel free to drop requests, I'll eventually get to them, promise.

[bytemee]

SECOND NATURE — kim minjeong.

synopsis. winter supposedly hates when you tease her—but she hates it even more when your attention is on someone else.

pairing. winter x added!member!reader

warning(s). fluffy, r is a big tease tease, slightly possessive winter, and let me know if there's more!

words. 850 💔

authors note. had to get a req out. im not ignoring them i swear im just lazy & kinda busy. also not a lot of drama im sorry anon :( it was just too cute

navigation. main masterlist. request.

winter was in the middle of a solo live broadcast when you decided to join in through the comments.

at first, you kept it subtle, just sending random emojis and vague messages. but then you saw her sipping on her drink, and you had to say something.

y/n: why do u hold ur cup like that lmao

y/n: so small… like ur hands

winter paused mid-sip, eyes narrowing. “yah,” she muttered, scanning the comments until she found yours. “why are you even here?”

she tried to act unfazed, but the way she adjusted her grip on the cup said otherwise.

y/n: just admiring how cute u look struggling w that big cup

winter choked on her drink. “i am not struggling!” she insisted, wiping her mouth. “this is normal!”

the fans, of course, began eating up the drama. you and winter exchanged quips for a bit, with winter growing more and more flustered each time, much to your entertainment.

y/n: show them ur hands compared to the cup

winter hesitated. “no.”

y/n: pls

she sighed before finally holding up the cup next to her hand.

it was, in fact, way too big for her.

you nearly cackled.

y/n: ohmygod

winter immediately ended the live.

then there was the time during rehearsal when she was trying to focus on a dance move, and you just had to mess with her.

winter is practicing a turn, her expression serious as she concentrates. but the moment she lands and meets your gaze, you give her a slow, exaggerated wink.

she stumbles.

“y/n!” she whines, immediately turning back around to avoid your smug face.

“what?” you ask innocently. “did i distract you?”

“obviously!”

you chuckle, walking up to her. “my bad, my bad. here, try again.”

she eyes you suspiciously but sighs before resetting her stance. you nod encouragingly as she prepares to turn again.

just as she moves—

you poke her side.

she yelps, spinning a little too fast and losing her footing. she goes down in an ungraceful tangle of limbs, glaring up at you from the floor.

you grin sheepishly.

winter is furious.

she’s so easy to mess with—it’s practically a sport at this point.

winter sits cross-legged on the couch in the practice room, scrolling through her phone, completely unaware of your approach. you sneak up behind her and suddenly wrap your arms around her shoulders.

she flinches, almost dropping her phone. “yah!”

“just checking if you’re still ticklish,” you tease, resting your chin on her shoulder.

she wriggles in your hold, huffing. “i’m not—”

you squeeze her sides lightly.

she yelps.

the entire room erupts into laughter. giselle and ningning are practically on the floor.

winter twists around to glare at you, cheeks burning. “i hate you.”

“you love me,” you correct, grinning.

she groans, smacking your arm. “go away!”

it’s supposed to be a casual group live—just you, winter, karina, giselle, and ningning, sitting together promoting the new single and chatting with fans.

and for the past few minutes, you’ve been directing all your teasing at giselle.

“eh, why do you always sit like that?” you laugh, nudging giselle’s shoulder.

she raises an eyebrow. “like what?”

“like you own the place,” you joke. “you sit like a ceo in every live.”

the fans flood the chat with laughing emojis, some agreeing, others spamming “giselle ceo era.”

giselle plays along, smirking. “maybe i do own the place.”

“oh?” you lean in, grinning. “should we start calling you boss?”

winter, sitting beside you, shifts slightly. you don’t notice at first—too focused on the banter with giselle. but the chat certainly does.

winter looks mad lol

minjeong is pouting.

she’s jealous.

meanwhile, you continue teasing. “giselle, say something ceo-like.”

giselle dramatically clears her throat. “you’re all fired.”

the group bursts into laughter, but before you can say anything else, you feel a hand tug at your hoodie.

you barely have time to react before you’re pulled back—right into winter’s side.

you blink, glancing at her. she isn’t looking at you, instead focusing on the screen with a suspiciously neutral expression.

but her grip on your hoodie tightens.

winter pulling y/n helppp.

possessive winter omg.

did she just…

you glance at giselle, who is trying not to smile. ningning and karina look equally amused.

you smile.

“stop teasing giselle,” winter muttered under her breath, and though she tried to sound casual, the possessiveness in her tone wasn’t lost on you.

you bite your lip to keep from laughing. “yeah, okay, fine.”

winter lets go of your hoodie and tries to play it off as nothing, but you know she can still feel the weight of your eyes on her.

you tried your best to stifle your smile, but it was hard not to enjoy the way winter was reacting. she glanced at you from the corner of her eye, but as soon as she saw you looking back, she quickly turned her head away.

she was so cute.

you reach over and take her hand.

she tenses, glancing at you again.

you smile warmly.

the fans in the chat go crazy.

again.

[myth1cs]

Our Love is Pure (Yu Ji-min (Karina) x M!Reader)

Hey its been a while huh? Anyways here's Karina smut

Word Count: 2,473

"So, the final question for you two. Both of you are lovers in "Crime Scene Season 2" but the fans are dying to know what you guys are to each other off screen. Are you guys friends, just coworkers, or dating?"

"We are ... very close." Karina responded. She made it a point to respond that way. After all both of you were told to act romantically in front of the media by your boss. Many people liked to speculate whether you and Karina were dating off screen and rather than deny it you guys were told to just "entertain" the idea without actually confirming anything.

"Alright well that concludes the interview. Thank you both for taking time out of your day to come out. And remember to catch the season finale of "Crime Scene Season 2" at 3pm Thursday."

"And cut!"

"Phew well I think that went well. Again I want to thank you both for agreeing to come to this interview. Make sure to travel safely okay?"

"We will."

After the interview ended you and Karina made your way out of the building to a company car. Once you both got in the driver started to drive.

"I think that went well Y/N."

"I'm exhausted Karina I don't think I can do a fan meeting after this. And this makeup is irritating my skin."

Being an actor wasn't easy for you. This was your first big production where you got to be one of the main leads and of course the show became a hit. You thought it was cool at first, many people would get excited seeing you, people took photos with you, and there were many positive comments on social media about you. It was all something that you loved at first.

However it didn't take long for you to get annoyed by all the attention you were getting. You couldn't go out shopping anymore without going out in disguise and as the show became ever more popular the more obligations you had to do as promotion for the show. Karina wasn't new to acting and she often tried to take care of you.

Karina pulled out a makeup remover wipe out of her purse and started to lightly remove some of your makeup on your face.

"If anyone asks I didn't remove part of your makeup."

"Thank you Karina. And don't worry my lips are sealed."

As Karina started to remove some of the makeup off your face you felt butterflies on your stomach. You knew that you shouldn't, you were an actor and being in a relationship was prohibited. But you couldn't help yourself. Remembering those times when you and Karina shared a kiss on camera for the first time made your cock throb a bit. She was really everything you could ever want in a woman. From her personality to her figure everything was just perfect.

The more days of filming that went by it got harder to keep up this "Pure" feeling of love with her.

"Guys we're here."

Both of you arrived at the fan meeting event. Security led you both to a back entrance and you started to change clothes before going out to the fan meeting event.

You got to meet many people from many ages. While you were tired you tried to keep up a happy mood for your fans.

Everything was going fine until a fan asked a certain question.

"Y/N are you dating anyone?"

Before you could respond with something cliche like "My fans are my boyfriend/girlfriend." Karina got up from her seat, made her way to you, and wrapped her arms around you.

"Well I don't think Y/N is currently looking for love. If he was then I think I would know right Y/N?"

She squeezed you tighter and rested her chin on your neck. Of course this got people riled up.

-

After the event was over both you and Karina were taken to an apartment. Since you both had to attend a variety show the next day the company decided it would be best to keep you two together instead of separating you two and needing two different drivers to take you both to the same location.

Both of you started to clean up and get ready to go to bed. You and Karina took off the makeup the stylists had put on and then took turns using the shower.

Now both of you were relaxing in the living room on your phones with the T.V playing some cooking show for background noise.

A few gossip articles were written about this situation already and it hasn't even been 24 hours.

"Y/N you have to hear about this title it's called "Y/N and Karina are dating?! New breaking information!" It's stupid right? I act a little clingy and people act like I proposed to you."

You let out a fake laugh "Yeah ... it's crazy."

Karina put her phone down and made her way over to your side. She put her hand on your shoulder.

"Y/N what's wrong, is the stress getting to you?"

You leaned your head onto Karina's shoulder. She grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to her.

"I just don't know how to feel about something."

"They say that repressing is a bad thing. You should come out and say it. I promise I won't judge you Y/N."

You lifted your head up and looked into the eyes of Karina. You wanted to tell her - your love - but you feared that if you told her and she rejected you then it would make things awkward further on. Besides what if Karina reported you for trying to get in a relationship with her when you were both strictly told that it was off limits.

"I'll tell you one day."

"That's no fun Y/N. Stop trying to deal with everything yourself. We've been actors hanging out with each other for so long now. Are you telling me you don't trust me after everything that we've been through?"

"Jimin-"

"Fine be that way Y/N. If you want something don't come ask me." Karina left the living room and started heading for her room.

"Fuck."

You weren't used to being on bad terms with Karina. In fact you've both have never been on bad terms until now. As much as you wanted to be honest with her, telling her your feeling wasn't an option was it?

Unsure of what to do you went to your own room and laid down on your bed. Twisting and turning thinking about what you should be doing. You pulled out your phone and went through your contacts.

"Mom? no, Mina? She's probably still at work at this hour, Jihyo? she's probably hanging out with her boyfriend, Sana?"

You settled with calling Sana. You knew she was probably sleeping at this hour but you didn't have any other choice. You were desperate for advice.

"H- Hello?"

"Y/N do you have any idea what hour this is?"

"Sana this is personal."

"Just talk to Karina about it."

"It's actually about her."

Sana sighed and you heard her sitting up on her bed.

"What's happened?"

"I've kinda developed feelings for Karina. But I'm worried that she'll report me for it since we're not supposed to be in relationships. Even if she just rejects me then it'll be awkward between us from now on."

"Is that all Y/N?"

"Yeah."

"Okay well she probably feels betrayed that you won't trust her, so you want to know what I'd advise you? You should get your ass up and go tell her your feelings."

"But-"

"I don't know Karina like you do but I know she won't report you for something like this. If she rejects you just go back to being friends. It'll only be awkward if you make it awkward."

Before you had the chance to respond Sana hung up the phone. You tried calling her back but it just went to voicemail.

As much as you didn't want to admit it Sana was right.

You got up and went to Karina's room. You stood outside of her door and put your hand on the handle. After taking a few deep breaths you mustered up the courage to open the door.

To your surprise you didn't see Karina at first. But then you noticed her standing outside on the balcony overlooking the view of the city.

You made your way to the balcony and saw her wearing a pink top with a pink jacket. You noticed she was also drinking some alcohol.

"Jimin what are you doing?"

"Just thinking Y/N."

"Look about earlier-"

"If you don't want to tell me that's fine. I'm over it, I shouldn't overstep your boundaries." Karina said as she took a sip of her alcohol.

"No it's not fine. I owe it to you, besides it related to you."

"It relates to me?"

"Jimin... I- I love you."

Karina's eyes widened. She walked over to you, standing in front of you. Her chest was almost pressed up against yours and you did your best not to look down at them.

"You know I could get you fired over this right? You know you're still a rookie and we're not supposed to be dating right?"

"I- I know."

Karina looked over your body before reaching your face and smiling. She put her hand on your shoulders again.

"For an actor you suck ass at acting you know."

"Wh- what?"

"I can tell you want to look at my breasts. Your not good at hiding it."

"Uhm~"

"Go ahead Y/N touch them."

You weren't sure if it was the alcohol in her system or if she was just naturally this straight forward. Probably a mix of both, but you weren't complaining.

"Shouldn't we go inside?"

"We're at the highest floor Y/N. Nobody can see us up here."

You looked around the surrounding area and realized that the closest building that was actually at a similar height was far away. If you did it up here nobody would know.

Karina dropped her jacket leaving her in her top. She let out a breath and you could smell alcohol from it.

"Did you think I was that butt hurt about you not telling me your "secret"?"

"W- wait did you-"

"Yup."

Karina wrapped her arms around you and pulled you in close to her. Your lips got pressed up against hers. Karina's tongue went into your mouth and her tongue started to rub against yours.

You attempted to take off Karina's top off but before you could do so she pulled away from you.

"Wait Y/N... before I forget to tell you I actually got a message from our director-"

"Jimin, I don't fucking care."

You pulled Karina back on to you and started to kiss her neck. Karina moaned as you started to leave love marks on her. She put her hands under your shirt and started to draw small circles on your stomach.

Her soft chest was pressed against you and it was making you hard. Karina reached her hands down at your erection and started to rub your cock.

"You get so damn pent up over my breasts huh?"

Unable to resist any longer you pushed your face onto Karina's clothed breasts. It made your erection harder and it made Karina smile.

You started to take her top off and got a view of Karina's bare chest. Her pink nipples got hard as they were exposed to the cold air breeze.

"Want something to warm you up Karina?"

She nodded at your comment.

Attaching your mouth to Karina's nipples you alternated from her left to right as you licked and sucked them.

While this was happening Karina was starting to take your pants off. Your hard cock sprung out of its confinement. It was bigger than Karina had imagined it being.

She rubbed your tip which made you start leaking pre-cum. Not letting it go to waste Karina used your pre-cum as a lubricant and got it all over her hand to start to pump your cock.

You started groaning as Karina's hand felt perfect wrapped around your cock. You couldn't help yourself but shove your face deeper on Karina's breasts. As much as you loved her breasts you still had so much more to play with, you reached out for Karina's ass and gave it a firm squeeze making her yelp.

"Agh~"

Karina started to fondle with your balls and your grip on her tightened. Your hands wandered to the waistband of Karina's pants and you started to remove them. Her pants fell to the floor leaving her completely naked outside.

You started to rub her pussy lips and her clit. Both of you trying to make the other cum first.

Since Karina has already been pumping your cock for a while you were the one to ejaculate first. Some of your cum got on Karina's stomach and some dripped onto the floor. You felt bad for the janitor who would have to clean it up later but that wasn't your concern for the moment.

Karina didn't let you cumming stop her. She continued to pump your cock making it hard again. You pushed her hands away and got down to your knees to start licking her pussy. Your tongue being covered in her sweet juices, Karina moaned as your tongue was shoved deeper in her. She was tighter than you thought she'd be but you continued to shove your tongue deeper.

"Y/N I'm going to cum!"

Quickly pulling your tongue out you made her bend over on the railing to the balcony. You shoved your hard cock into Karina's warm pussy. Now you were frantically thrusting in and out so you could cum alongside her.

You reached your hands for Karina's breasts and started to squeeze them. Karina's eyes rolled back loving the feeling you were giving her.

"Imagine if everyone down there could see us. What would they say?"

Karina's pussy tightened as she thought about your words. She felt a rush at the thought that others could see her being fucked and they could do nothing but watch.

"I'd love that."

"Maybe we should ask for us to have a sex scene during our show."

Both of you came not long after. Semen spilled onto the floor but a bit of it was on your cock.

"Let me clean that up for you Y/N."

Karina got onto her knees and started to suck you clean. You almost ejaculated again but you were able to hold yourself back.

After picking up your clothes both of you headed for the shower to get yourselves cleaned up for the variety show the next day.

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I've been busy writing smut for another fandom. But I'm finally back.

Starring: You Karina (Aespa)

[smuttysabina]

A Month With Aespa (Ch 5): A Taste of Winter

(Male Reader x Karina x Winter, 3k Words) Tags: Rampant lesbianism; Excessive foreplay; Immense Creampies; Twintails get used as handlebars, These outfits were honestly wild, they should wear more fishnets; some voyeurism; Vaginal and Oral sex; Threesome; Some Fisting

Read Ch1, Ch2, Ch3, Ch4 here!

It had so far been a perfectly ordinary day. You had spent a great deal of your time luxuriating in the gardens that still glistened with the morning's dew, sampling some new delicacies from the kitchen, and had received a somewhat mediocre, if enthusiastic, pleasuring from Ningning (who had insisted upon using her modest breasts to prove her bust's superiority over Karina's; it were not). So, aside from a rather strained painting of an idol's chest with your seed, your day had otherwise been filled with whimsy and the like; you could already hear your maids muttering to themselves about the lack of attention. It was in the late afternoon then that you were strolling through the corridors, eyeing your passing staff to see if any felt particularly fulfilling to well, fill, when you notice Karina scurrying through a service passage. It was surprising enough to see her out and about considering her penchant for staying in her room all day, but it was even more surprising to see doing so dressed like a cheap (well, moderately priced, really) whore. A tightening of your groin indicates that any further consideration about a potential distraction was not required; your darling maids would understand completely.

You follow Karina at a leisurely pace, keeping her barely in sight as you stroll along, giving you only glimpses of her outfit as she darts around corners and down stairways. Her exotic twintails bouncing erratically as she weaves a confusing path through your grandfather's manor; or at least it would be had you not known the place like the rear of your old anatomy teacher (Ms. Hendricks had held a rather hands-on view towards teaching, and her sizable posterior a formidable tool in that respect). As it was, you always managed to keep track of Karina as she wound her way back to where she started, and you find your curiosity further piqued as she seems to hesitate in front of the door of one of your other guests, before softly knocking on the door and slipping inside. Of course, the only other guests in the mansion were the other members of Aespa, so now you were well and truly baffled by the entire scheme of hers'; why bother bustling about if her eventual destination was literally feet away? Your brow furrowed with thought, you hurry to the service corridors yourself, and from there into the servant's passages that honeycombed the walls of your residence. You step quietly over to the peephole that looks into Winter's room, and peer intently through it, keen to discover just what the idols were up to (Hm? I'm sorry, why exactly is the mansion riddled with cuck-holes you ask? Obviously because where is the thrill of illicit love-making if there is not the risk of it getting exposed? Also the maids do love to watch, even if it does leave the place rather damp at times).

The view through the narrow opening was somewhat limited, but fortuitously the two idols had placed themselves upon Winter's bed directly in front of it. Now that she was finally still, you could truly examine in detail Karina's outfit, and found yourself suitably impressed. Her long twintails frames her sizable bust quite nicely, which though shrouded by fabric was still pleasantly arousing, and the black fishnets that led up to her miniskirt were the icing upon the proverbial cake. Winter by contrast was a brighter version of Karina, her fishnets were pink, as was the open skirt around her waist, which was conspicuously lacking anything to cover up her darker-hued panties. Yet more fishnetted lingerie covered her arms and chest, and her more modest twintails were set further back on her head; it was surprising to see them dressed so sensually, neither had bothered since their first days at the mansion. Giselle on the other hand seemed to revel in extravagant outfits, nearly as much as she enjoyed annoying you enough to bend her over in a service corridor, praise be that your maids were experts in removing semen stains! Of course Ningning also could be seen flaunting her body in sleek dresses and shifts, though those were rarely on her body long enough for you to truly appreciate them these days.

But the bemusement at seeing Karina and Winter not in their usual sweats or pajamas was swiftly escalated when the pair begin to make out. Your eyes practically bulge as you watch Karina melting into Winter's arms, their lips locked tightly together as their hands roam each other's bodies. Now this was a truly unexpected development, you had imagined that Aespa would have been carnally familiar with one another, but the manner in which the two were kissing indicated an intimacy that surpassed casual sex. You are surprised to feel a stab of jealousy as Winter freely mauls Karina's ample breasts through her shirt, the latter's constant denials had you feeling a touch possessive in your desires towards her. And Winter's consistent polite coldness towards your advances had made you think it was simply a quirk of her personality, yet with the other idol she showed a gleefully honest lack of restraint. You had thought you would catch the girls gossiping away or the like, and yet here they were, engaging in passionate foreplay that would no doubt soon devolve into outright sex! So, with a rather particular tightness in your pants, you sit forwards to enjoy the show.

You knew that lesbians tended to take awhile with their foreplay, but frankly, this was getting ridiculous. Karina and Winter were still merely kissing and petting one another, why, they had not even moved from that particular spot on Winter's bed! Surely the idols must be so worked up by this point that they were literally dripping wet, you certainly were, but no, the pair spared only the gentlest of touches to their sexes; and remained completely clothed! With an irritable huff you force yourself to settle, indulgent excess was meaningless without restraint, as your dear grandfather had been so fond of saying (He had also been wont to repeat "through anal fornication, comes perfection", so perhaps you should harken too closely to his, ah, wisdom). Yet, nothing happened. It was as if the members of Aespa were putting on a show for none (obviously they would assume their little tryst was going unwatched after Karina's stealthy antics), that, or they were appallingly chaste with one another. There was only so much teasing one could tolerate however, and the only reason why you had not faltered in your determination to copulate with Karina and merely emptied yourself into some passing maid, was that one had not wandered by yet. So you rationalize that it was only your duty as a gracious host that you properly encourage those two to, well, get on with it; some couples do require a helping hand (or member) after all!

Filled with fresh resolve, you retrace your steps out into the main hallway, past several maids who eye your obvious bulge with more than a little interest, and right to Winter's door. After taking a moment to adjust yourself so that your erection was not blatantly visible, you knock briefly before inviting yourself inside, a kindly request for some advice regarding Giselle's mundane habit of leaving her belongings everywhere dying on your lips as Karina and Winter break out of their embrace to glare at you in parodies of shock and surprise. You cough awkwardly at this truly unexpected situation, and fixing a look of benevolent concern upon your face, stride deeper into Winter's room. Surely the idols had not been pushed to engage in such banal intimacies due to inattention on your part, you declare with worry, had you been so poor a host that you had focused too closely upon the other two members of Aespa? You would gladly assist them in remedying this disgraceful failing on your part... Winter narrows her eyes at Karina, subtly indicating that she should be the spokesperson, and the idol duly burbles out a breathless response, "Oh, um, dear host, not at all! We were merely... practicing! Yes, we were practicing," Karina beams innocently, her polite demeanor unable to hide the obvious flush coloring her cheeks. A single raised eyebrow is all the reply you require to prompt her into continuing, "Of course, you are welcome to observe, as is your right," Winter frowns but nods in agreement; ah, progress.

You pull an armchair in front of the bed, leaning back into it before broadly gesturing for the idols to continue with their... "practice"; and are given a front-row view of Karina and Winter once more shyly kissing one another. You are utterly baffled by their behavior, you knew from first-hand experience that Karina was an absolute menace between the sheets, and from your brief interactions with Winter, you could tell that she was beyond experienced when it came to pleasuring both men, women, and everything in between. Undoubtedly the pair had engaged in wanton acts of debauchery together, idols were renowned for their depraved orgies, so your thoughts once again churned as you attempted to solve this knotty problem... As always, the wisdom of the Ancients comes to your aid, why bother untangling this Gordian mystery, when you could simply sever it? With a radiant smile upon your face, you heave yourself upright and stand proudly in front of the bemused idols, who once more ceased kissing to stare at you, courteously awaiting your words. They barely even blink when you unsheathe your sword, its tip bulbous and oozing from the girl's infuriating teasing; Karina's lips seem to quirk slightly before returning to her demure half-smile.

Usually you would engage in foreplay, exploring your lover's bodies while they probed your own, but after nearly an hour of simply watching, you decided to forego such pleasantries. You order Karina to open her legs, which she does with a disinterested sigh, while Winter huffs in disgust, but the latter's eyes widen when you tell her to start eating Karina out. The members of Aespa glance at each other, before Winter shrugs with exaggerated indifference, and leans down between Karina's fishnetted thighs, moving her tight miniskirt up to reveal Karina's glistening slit before her head obscures it. Winter's rear remains upraised however, her gauzy pink skirts shrouding it in an excess of fabric, and you are quick to lift it up over her hips, revealing the thong beneath. Winter looks back at you for a moment, before rolling her eyes and returning to devouring her friends' pussy; who seems to be rather enjoying herself if the squelching noises coming from her crotch are anything to go by. But now it was your turn, and you are almost trembling as your hands roam Winter's pale rear, her skin pleasantly dimpled by the pink fishnets as you squeeze and spread them. You slap your meat against her exposed lower lips, causing runnels of juices to dampen her thighs, and with barely contained excitement, your manhood tastes the final member of Aespa's pussy for the first time.

Unlike her name, Winter's sex was hot, almost uncomfortably so. It felt as if your member was inside of a heater, one that was enjoyable lubricated to be sure, and that voraciously sucked you inside of it, but still. Not that you minded though as you plow Winter from behind, her stuffy pussy already having you on edge from her extensive show- Fresh wetness gushes down your shaft, the idol shudders in your grasp, evidently she had been pushed to her limits by Karina's chaste kisses as well. With a grunt you push forwards, forcing Winter flat atop Karina, her face shoved between her friend's amble breasts as you start to prone bone the idol. Your cock grinding against her sensitive spot with every thrust, sending fresh quivers through her body as her pussy soaks the skirt pooled beneath her groin. No matter how skillfully your movements however, you found yourself unable to resist the burning heat broiling your manhood, and after several more messy slaps you finally allow yourself to let go. Winter lets out a muffled squeal as your semen pours into her, her feet drumming against the bed as your load fills her pussy. You shake as you collapse down onto her, your strength leaving you as pleasure wracks your form, the pair of you shuddering in sympathy as your twined orgasms leave you breathless. Shivering, you unmount Winter, your erection dragging across her buttocks as you rise back onto your knees, leaving behind a glistening trail that leads back to the creamy mess belching from her vagina.

You lay on your side to catch your breath, as the idols untangle themselves from one another, the both of them leaving behind obvious wet stains on the sheets. But before your seed can add to the damage, Karina determinedly takes her own turn between Winter's thighs, lapping up the sperm before using her tongue to clean even deeper inside of the other idol. If you had thought your own efforts had been adept at bringing Winter to orgasm, Karina swiftly put you to shame as her oral techniques soon have Winter blubbering. The usually composed idol was in paroxysms of agonizing pleasure as she held onto Karina's twintails, her face bright red as she drowns Karina in her fluids, until with a undignified shriek she squirts so hard it sprays past Karina's face and all over the bed. Her chest heaving, Winter pats Karina's cheeks affectionately, "Stupid, Cheese Cat," she gasps, and the pair share a smile. But such an impressive display had stirred your lust once more, and now you wanted to try using Karina's twintails as handlebars! Karina's blowjob skills were, of course, perfect. Even as you used her hair to piston her head up and down your shaft, her tongue still plied its underside while her lips wrapped tightly around it. Karina idly masturbates throughout, no matter how hard you fucked her face her fingers continued stirring at an unbothered pace; if only you could keep her forever...

After allowing Karina to slobber all over your manhood without your assistance for a little while, you decide it is only right that you reward her for her efforts. So once again she spreads her lingerie-sheathed legs, but this time it is you who place yourself between them. Karina had been wet when you had made love the first time in the showers a week ago (with more than just steamy water, obviously), but this time she was literally soaking from Winter's efforts. You suppress a groan as Karina's exquisite pussy welcomes you inside of it once more, her folds squeezing your cock tightly as it swallows every inch of it. With your hands beneath her knees, you push her legs back, allowing you to take her in mating press, her voluptuous body squishing against yours, and with a single violent motion you wrench her top up over her breasts. Karina gasps slightly, but gives you an amused smile in response, "How romantic," she says dryly as her cleavage flattens itself against your chest, your body weight pressing you together. Your thighs slam you down into her again and again, and you nuzzle against her neck as she wraps her arms around you, your conjoined sexes squelching loudly as they slap together. A shudder runs through Karina, and a fresh slurry of fluids sprays against your balls as she climaxes, "Oh you vile..." she moans before purring with ill-disguised satisfaction.

Having brought your partner to orgasm, it was only polite then that you gifted her a reward for her efforts today; seeing the elegant idol dressed so lewdly had aroused you more than you had realized, and it was only proper that you showed your appreciation. You groan as pleasure surges through you, and after several more long, determined thrusts, you creampie Karina. Your seed spews deep inside of her, and the idol quivers as she is bred, her enjoyment at the sensation of being inseminated as obvious as your own joy at doing it to her. When your semen has finished painting the entrance to her womb, she coughs, politely reminding you that you are squishing her. You gently scramble off of her, and Karina simply lays there, her chest heaving in a rather attractive manner (It was a struggle to not mount her bodice then and there), before giving you a somewhat pleased smile, "Well that was nice, I suppose. Are you quite done now, or should we wait on cleaning up?" she asks with an upraised eyebrow. With an exhausted wave you indicate that the idols were free to do as they wish, giving them a nod of approval before tottering towards the exit. You had not even finished closing the door before hearing the noisy sounds of Winter slurping your load out of Karina; they did seem to have great experience in cleaning one another out...

You were thoughtful as you slowly strode back to your own chambers, blissfully unaware of the fact that you were still stark naked; though to be fair, that was hardly an unusual state for you to be in. Karina had put a great deal of trouble into scurrying all around the mansion, it was almost as if she had been trying to catch your attention with such a flashy outfit... Any further musing was put on hold however when you open the door to your room and find Ningning elbow-deep inside of Giselle's sloppy cunt; were all of Aespa carnally interested in each other? Ningning glances back at you without a hint of apology on her face, "Oh good, you're back, we got bored with waiting so we started without you," her eyes narrow as she takes in your unruly appearance, and she sniffs the air before scowling, "You've been fucking Karina again, haven't you? I can smell her loose cunt on your cock," Ningning smirks wickedly as she presents her rear for your pleasure, "Why don't you clean yourself in a real idol, you can even dirty yourself in this slut's holes to truly appreciate the difference..."

You sigh inwardly, this was proving to be a touch more exhausting than you had originally anticipated...

[emperordinozenmon]

Celebration

A little something for y'all

Cube’s end-of-the-year party was a bizarre event shrouded in mystery, a legend whispered about in hushed voices among trainees and industry insiders. No one outside its invite list had ever confirmed what went on inside, but that didn’t stop the rumors from spreading like wildfire.

Your friend group had spent years speculating, each person pitching their own wildly different theory. You leaned toward the idea that it was some kind of exclusive, over-the-top karaoke party where idols got blackout drunk and embarrassed themselves in front of their seniors. Nathan suggested a big aphrodisiac induced orgy where idols and staff let off steam and fucked rapaciously. Danny swore up and down that it was a cosplay event, where the biggest names in K-pop dressed up as anime characters and took part in elaborate skits. And Q—well, Q liked to claim it was an annual ritual sacrifice, though whether he actually believed that or was just being Q was anyone’s guess.

It had always been harmless fun, something to gossip about late at night when you were all exhausted from work and just hanging out and needed a distraction. Until now.

The door burst open, and Nate strode in, looking equal parts exhilarated and overwhelmed. He ran a hand through his hair as he shut the door behind him, as if he needed to physically close himself off from whatever whirlwind had just hit him.

“Guys,” he started, breathless, his eyes flicking between you. “You’ll never believe what I got invites for.”

Q scoffed, kicking his feet up onto the coffee table. “What, the Cube end-of-the-year party?” he said, grinning. “Nice try, Nate.”

The air in the room shifted when Nate didn’t immediately laugh or roll his eyes. Instead, his face went completely still, his hands tightening around the strap of his bag.

“Wait…” he said slowly, voice deadly serious. “How did you know?”

A silence settled over the room, thick and unnatural. You felt your pulse pick up as you and the others exchanged glances.

Dani leaned forward. “Nate,” she said carefully, as if afraid of spooking him, “you’re joking, right?”

But he wasn’t. You could see it in his face.

He swallowed hard. “No,” he said. “I got us invites. All of us.”

The words sat heavy in the air. For years, the Cube party had been nothing more than an untouchable myth, a fun mystery to poke at from a safe distance. But now, the distance was gone.

“How did you nail that?” you ask.

Nathan blushed and said, “well there's been thig girl I have been Nailing,” he stammered before he said. “Her name is Nayoung.” the name reminds you of something buy you can't place why. Regardless you were excited to go.

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Over the next few days, Nate drip-fed information about the party to the rest of you, each new detail adding another layer to the mystery. The most surprising revelation came from Nayoung—apparently, the party was both costume and karaoke-themed. That, at least, explained the secrecy. If a single photo of top idols drunkenly belting out power ballads while dressed in ridiculous outfits got out, it would be chaos.

With that in mind, you and Dani wasted no time in deciding on your costumes: Persona protagonists. The moment Q heard, he took it upon himself to make sure your outfits were perfect.

“Alright, if we’re doing this, we’re doing it right,” he declared, cracking his knuckles like a man preparing for battle.

You hadn’t expected him to be so skilled at costuming, but over the next few days, he guided you and Dani through every step of the process—choosing fabrics, cutting out patterns, even distressing certain parts to make them look more authentic. Watching him work, you realized he had a real talent for it.

“You’re scarily good at this, Q,” Dani said one evening, watching as he sewed intricate silver buttons onto your jacket with precise, practiced hands.

Q shrugged, eyes focused on his work. “I used to help my sister with cosplay when we were younger. And, y’know, I have to live vicariously through you two since my costume options are limited.”

Neither of you missed the way his tone dipped slightly at the end. It was an unspoken reality—Q’s darker complexion and broad frame meant that many of the characters he admired weren’t ones he could easily portray, at least not without running into criticism. But instead of letting it get to him, he poured his enthusiasm into helping you and Dani.

By the time the night of the party arrived, you, Dani, Nate, and Eraqus were ready.

The four of you stood outside the venue, a sleek, high-end building that didn’t look like the kind of place where chaotic karaoke and costumed idols would be running around. You adjusted your jacket, trying to shake off the nerves, while Dani smoothed down her gloves. Nate was already bouncing on his heels, the anticipation buzzing off him in waves, while Eraqus stood a little more stiffly, scanning the entrance like he half-expected security to turn you all away.

Then, the doors swung open, and a tiny blonde woman stepped out. You barely had time to process her sharp eyes and confident stance before she grabbed Nate by the collar and kissed him, right there in front of all of you.

Your jaw dropped. “Oh.”

It all made sense in an instant.

When she finally pulled away, Nayoung turned her attention to the rest of you, a smirk playing on her lips. “You guys look great,” she said, giving you all a quick once-over. “Now get in. Before someone sees you.”

She stepped aside, motioning for you to follow, and just like that, the four of you were stepping into the legendary Cube end-of-the-year party—where, for better or worse, the mystery was about to unravel.

The party was already in full swing by the time you stepped inside. The air buzzed with energy—idols in elaborate costumes laughing over drinks, half-shouted conversations competing with the pounding bass of a remix that someone had taken too seriously. Neon lights flickered in hypnotic patterns against the walls, casting shifting shadows over the chaotic mix of people.

Eraqus (Q) quickly found himself enmeshed between a couple of well known idols praising his zombie costume.

“Wow those exposed ribs are so good how did you do that?” Chowon from Lightsum asked asked.

“How did you find glowing contacts?” Sakura of le Sserafim asked.

“Ah well you know…” Eraqus stammered not used to all the attention. While this was going on you couldn't sense the encroaching presence behind you

You barely had time to take it all in before someone appeared beside you, slipping into your personal space so smoothly you almost didn’t notice until she spoke.

“You clean up well.”

You turned your head and found yourself face-to-face with Karina.

She looked effortlessly cool, dressed in a sleek, all-black ensemble that could have been a costume or just an excuse to look devastatingly good. The sharp contrast of dark fabric against her fair skin made her seem even more striking under the shifting lights.

You blinked, caught off guard. “Uh—”

Her lips quirked up at the corner, amused at your hesitation. “Yu Narakami the Persona protagonist, right?” She reached out, barely brushing the lapel of your jacket between her fingers before letting go. “Nice choice. Thought I was the only one who cared about good taste.”

Your brain scrambled to keep up. You had never really spoken to her before—at most, you’d been in the same rooms during fan events, maybe exchanged a polite nod in passing. But now, here she was, looking at you like you were the only person worth talking to in the room.

“Thanks,” you finally managed, fighting to sound casual. “Didn’t think anyone here would notice.”

Karina hummed, tilting her head slightly. “Oh, I notice a lot of things.”

Before you could figure out what that meant, she took a step closer, her voice dropping just enough to send a shiver down your spine. “How about you ditch your friends for a bit?”

You hesitated, glancing over your shoulder where Dani and Ersque were deep in conversation, completely oblivious. Nate was off somewhere with Nayoung. No one was paying attention to you.

Karina smirked, reading your hesitation like an open book. She leaned in, just close enough that you could smell the faint trace of perfume clinging to her skin.

“Come on,” she murmured, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Let’s have some real fun.”

Then, before you even had a chance to agree—or process what was happening—she took your hand, lacing her fingers through yours, and tugged you deeper into the party.

And just like that, you were gone.

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Karina led you through the maze of hallways until she found an empty practice room, slipping inside without hesitation. The moment the door shut behind you, the noise of the party outside became a distant hum, leaving just the two of you in the dimly lit space.

She turned to face you, her expression unreadable for a moment, before a small, playful smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

“So,” she said, leaning against the mirror with her arms crossed, studying you with open curiosity. “Which Persona is your favorite?”

Her eyes gleamed, pupils slightly dilated—not just from intrigue but something deeper, something hungrier.

You hesitated for half a second before answering, “Persona 4. I had a similar experience when I was younger.”

Karina arched a perfectly shaped brow. “Oh? You fought demons and gods in a shadow world?” she teased, tilting her head slightly.

You huffed out a small laugh, shaking your head. “That’s not what I meant… I had to spend a full school year with extended family because my parents were having issues.”

Her teasing expression softened, her gaze turning more thoughtful. “Where at?”

You shrugged, answering offhandedly, “Oh, [redacted].”

The reaction was immediate. Karina’s eyes went wide—wider than before, not with curiosity but with something bordering on shock. Her posture stiffened, her body leaning forward slightly, as if she needed to be closer to confirm what she was hearing.

“No way,” she breathed, searching your face with sudden urgency. “I went to [redacted] too. What year?”

Your brows furrowed, a flicker of confusion passing over you. “Uh… 20XX.”

Karina gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. “Wait—” Her voice caught, her breath hitching as realization dawned in her expression. “Ace?”

Your entire body locked up. Your pulse pounded in your ears as your brain scrambled to catch up.

She knew.

She knew.

Your eyes widened, the breath stolen from your lungs as everything snapped into place.

“Yu???”

The name tumbled from your lips before you could stop it, the childhood memory flooding back in full force.

The long afternoons spent wandering the quiet town, the laughter shared over convenience store snacks, the whispered conversations about dreams and fears, the silent understanding that had always existed between you—until life had pulled you apart.

Karina—Yu—stood there, her face a perfect mix of shock, nostalgia, and something even deeper, something raw.

Neither of you moved for a moment. The air in the room was thick with tension, an electric charge crackling between you like a live wire.

Then, before you could second-guess yourself, you reached for her.

She met you halfway, surging forward as your lips crashed together in a desperate, almost frantic kiss. Karina made a soft, breathy noise against your mouth, her hands gripping the front of your jacket as if she was afraid you might disappear again.

You felt her hunger, her longing, the years of separation dissolving in the heat between you.

“I missed you so much,” she whimpered against your lips, her voice trembling with emotion.

You pulled back just enough to look at her, your forehead resting against hers, trying to ground yourself in the reality of the moment.

“Holy hell, Yu,” you murmured, your hands cupping her face, your thumbs brushing against her flushed cheeks. “I thought I’d never see you again.”

She swallowed hard, her fingers tightening against you as if she was afraid to let go.

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“Well,” she whispered, her breath fanning against your lips, her voice barely above a murmur, “you found me.”

Her eyes shimmered with something between teasing amusement and deep, unfiltered joy. The kind of joy that only came from reconnecting with someone who had once been your whole world. Her fingers traced light, ghosting touches along your jaw, as if she were memorizing the feel of you all over again.

A slow smile spread across your face before you leaned in, capturing her lips once more. The second kiss was softer, more intentional—less of a desperate reunion and more of a lingering promise. Her lips felt just as you remembered, warm and inviting, but now there was a sweetness to them that hadn’t been there before. Maybe it was her lipstick, or maybe it was just her.

Emboldened, you gently nipped at her bottom lip, earning a surprised, breathy laugh against your mouth.

“Okay,” she murmured, her forehead resting against yours, “as much as I love this, I gotta ask… what are you doing now?”

You exhaled a small chuckle, still a little lost in her touch, before pulling back slightly. “I’m a stuntman and stunt coordinator now. Director too, for some projects. The last one we worked on was Train to Busan III.”

Karina’s eyes widened so much you were worried they might pop out of her skull.

“No way!” she gasped, pushing against your chest lightly as if to confirm you were real. “You—what?! That’s amazing!”

Her excitement was contagious, and you felt heat creep up your neck at the way she looked at you—like she was genuinely proud.

“I remember how obsessed you were with Taekwondo when we were kids,” she continued, her fingers now absentmindedly tracing patterns on your sleeve. “You were always practicing, always trying to perfect your form… and now you’re actually doing something huge with it. I love that.”

You shrugged, trying to play it off, but her enthusiasm made your chest feel light.

Then, with a cheeky glint in her eye, she smirked and nudged you. “So, think you could get me a role as an action heroine? I am a rocket puncher, after all.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “I don’t know, Yu… I haven’t seen you in six years. Might be a little rusty.”

Karina let out an exaggerated gasp, her hand flying to her chest as if you had wounded her. “Wow. Abandon me for six years and then insult my skills? Unbelievable.”

Her pout was devastating, and you immediately felt bad—not that you weren’t enjoying the way she was hamming it up.

You sighed dramatically, then softened. “Alright, alright. I might be able to pull some strings,” you conceded, and she grinned victoriously.

“But enough about me,” you added, giving her a look. “You’re, like, a world-famous idol now. That’s insane.”

Karina smirked, tossing her hair over her shoulder in mock arrogance. “Yeah, I’m pretty savage, right?”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips. Without thinking, you leaned in and kissed her nose.

Karina blinked, stunned for half a second before a warm, slightly bashful smile took over her features. Her hands curled against your chest as she tilted her head, gazing up at you.

“So…” she murmured, quieter now, her voice holding something a little more vulnerable. “Are you back forever? Or is this just a visit?”

The weight of her question settled between you, the unspoken hope lingering in her eyes.

You reached up, gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, your thumb brushing against her cheek.

“I don’t know yet,” you admitted honestly, watching as something flickered across her expression.

Karina studied you for a moment before exhaling softly, then resting her head against your chest. “Well… I hope you stay,” she whispered.

You wrapped your arms around her, holding her close, breathing her in.

“Me too,” you murmured, meaning every word.

While you and Karina were lost in your own world, elsewhere in the building, Eraqus was being dragged through the dimly lit hallways by none other than Magenta from QWER, whose mischievous grin practically glowed in the dark.

“Magenta,” Eraqus hissed, glancing around as they weaved between corners, avoiding wandering partygoers. “Why are we sneaking? You do realize you’re famous, right? You literally can just walk places.”

Magenta turned, still moving backward like some kind of rogue in a heist film. “Shhh, Eraqus, you’ve gotta commit to the bit.”

“What bit?”

“The vibe of sneaking! It makes things more exciting.”

Eraqus pinched the bridge of his nose but followed anyway, resigned to the fact that Magenta operated on a wavelength no one else did.

“Why are we even looking for a practice room?” he asked.

Magenta shrugged. “To talk.”

“You dragged me through this whole building like we’re infiltrating a government facility just to talk?”

“Exactly,” Magenta replied, completely unbothered.

Eventually, they stopped in front of a practice room door, and Magenta leaned in dramatically, pressing an ear against the wood. Eraqus, arms crossed, raised an eyebrow.

“Magenta, I swear if someone is in there—”

Ignoring him, Magenta slowly—oh-so-slowly—turned the doorknob and peeked inside. Then, with all the grace of a cartoon character, Magenta took a single step in, turned to Eraqus, and whispered, “Oh, yeah, someone’s in there.”

Eraqus groaned. “I told you—”

Before he could finish, Karina’s sharp voice cut through the room.

“…Are you two gonna stand there and gawk, or do you wanna come in?”

Eraqus grimaced and finally stepped into the room to see Karina still nestled comfortably against you, both of you staring at the intruders with varying degrees of amusement.

Magenta blinked, then grinned. “Ohhh, we totally interrupted something, huh?”

Karina sighed dramatically but didn’t move from your side. “A little, yeah.”

“We’re so sorry,” Magenta continued, not looking sorry at all. “Should we leave? I feel like we should leave. Eraqus, should we leave?”

Eraqus, who was already turning to walk out, nodded. “Yeah, I think we should.”

Before they could escape, you waved them off. “Nah, it’s fine. You guys can stay.”

Eraqus hesitated. “…Are you sure? We really don’t wanna intrude.”

Karina rolled her eyes but smiled. “Just sit down before Magenta gets another idea to sneak into someone else’s room.”

Magenta gasped in mock offense. “I would never—okay, I would. But that’s beside the point.”

With that, the four of you settled onto the floor, forming a loose circle. There was a beat of silence before Magenta, ever the instigator, grinned and leaned forward.

“So… you two childhood lovers reunited by fate or something?”

Karina scoffed, but her cheeks warmed slightly. “Would you believe me if I said yes?”

Eraqus, who had taken one glance at the way you two had been sitting when they walked in, deadpanned, “Yes.”

You chuckled, wrapping an arm around Karina’s shoulders as she nestled in a little closer. “Yeah, turns out we knew each other as kids.”

Magenta gasped, hands clutched over their chest. “That’s adorable.”

For a moment, the conversation drifted, with Karina and Magenta comparing industry horror stories, Eraqus chiming in with his usual dry wit, and you just sitting there, enjoying the moment. The tension from earlier melted away, replaced by something lighter, easier.

Eventually, Magenta stretched dramatically, flopping against Eraqus, who let out a long-suffering sigh but didn’t push them off.

“This is kinda nice,” Magenta mused. “Just… sitting and talking.”

Karina hummed in agreement, her fingers lazily tracing patterns against your knee. “Yeah, it is.”

Eraqus, always the pragmatic one, muttered, “I still don’t know why we had to sneak here.”

Magenta cackled. “Because it made for a way better story, obviously.”

Everyone laughed, the room filled with an easy warmth. And for the first time that night, it felt like the world outside didn’t matter—just the four of you, lost in the comfort of old and new friendships, in a quiet little room where, for a moment, time didn’t exist.

As the conversation lulled, Eraqus stretched his arms over his head, letting out a dramatic sigh. “You know, for all the mystery and hype, this party is… kinda cute,” he mused. “I was fully expecting chanting, ritual sacrifices—maybe even a secret underground fight club or something.”

Magenta snorted. “Right? With the way people talk about it, I thought we’d at least have to swear an oath of secrecy.”

Karina, who had been lazily tracing circles on your knee, perked up at that, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Oh no, that’s SM’s flow,” she said, her tone casual but far too knowing. “They bring in a bunch of boys for the female idols to pick from so they can blow off steam the whole night.”

Eraqus and Magenta froze.

A long, stunned silence filled the room as their expressions contorted into a mix of horror and disbelief. Magenta’s jaw practically hit the floor, while Eraqus blinked rapidly as if trying to reboot his entire thought process.

“…You’re joking,” Eraqus finally said, voice wary.

Karina held his gaze for a beat longer, face completely serious—then she cracked, bursting into laughter. “Oh my God, the look on your faces!” She clutched her stomach as she doubled over, shaking with laughter.

Magenta smacked Eraqus’s arm. “Dude, I believed her! My soul left my body for a second!”

Eraqus, still recovering, rubbed his face. “You can’t just say things like that, Karina!”

Watching them lose their minds, you couldn’t help but chuckle, shaking your head fondly before turning to Karina. “God, I missed you.”

She tilted her head up at you, her laughter softening into something more tender. Her fingers curled lightly around your wrist as she murmured, “Well, I missed you more.”

The teasing bickering between Magenta and Eraqus faded into the background for a moment as you and Karina just sat there, basking in the warmth of familiarity.

Eraqus, regaining his composure, finally exhaled. “Alright, I think I’ve had enough emotional whiplash for one night.”

Magenta, still fanning themselves dramatically, nodded. “Same. But I gotta admit, this is way better than a ritual sacrifice.”

Karina grinned. “Glad I could keep things entertaining.”

You squeezed her hand gently, meeting her gaze. “You always do.”

And just like that, the four of you fell back into easy conversation, laughter echoing through the practice room, turning what was supposed to be a legendary, mysterious party into something even better—something simple, warm, and unforgettable.

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jimin is not the possessive type, she knows you belong to each other. that's why she keeps her cool when aeri and you look intimate. well, it's normal, you're in the same group.

but she starts to get bothered when aeri is the only object of your attention for the whole week.

but are you the one to blame? aeri and you had grown closer this week because you finally gave in and watched the anime she has been recommending to you since the beginning, and now you just have more things in common to talk about.

that's why, every practice, jimin can be seen on the corner, sighing loudly so she can try to get your attention, but you fail to notice.

oh, and minjeong and yizhuo notice their leader's behaviour.

when she can't handle this anymore, she just comes to you and wraps her arms around your waist. you turn a little, pecking her cheek and keep talking to aeri, making your girlfriend sigh again and bury her face in your neck.

when you get home, you notice she's quiet. usually jimin is chatty, talking about random things or even the practice, or the upcoming album, but today... she is just pouty.

you ask her what's wrong and she tells you. she misses you, your attention that, recently, has been directed only to aeri.

you smile, kissing her pouty lips and running your fingers through her hair, reassuring her and explaining that you're just excited about the recommendation. you're just happy you get to talk to your friend about something you both found in common.

jimin accepts it, happy that it would be over soon.

but poor you, thought it was over...

did you really think she would let you go that easily? after you put your girlfriend through some pain the whole week?

the pillow was wet from your drooling and muffling your moans while jimin was behind you eating you out until you pass out. she was set on making you weak that night so the only thought on your mind was her and only her.

her fingers bullying your cunt while she was slurping loudly your juices, making you even wetter (as if it was possible).

"mommy..." your voice was weak and muffled because of the pillow. it was starting to get too much.

"what, love? i'm just giving you what you deserve." and just like that she curls her fingers inside your cunt, making you see stars. "is mommy being too harsh?" she asks softly, but you can't answer, too dumb for that. "oh, i don't think so." she bites the back of your thigh and fucks you even harder, also rubbing your clit.

when you squirt, damping the sheets and her hand, your body slumps on the bed, exhausted, but more than satisfied.

jimin gets a towel for you, dries your legs and puts it under your body, then she lies beside you.

"please, don't do this again, i don't think i can survive without your attention for so long." she pouts again, making you smile weakly. "i love you so much for that."

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 MAKE YOU MINE

PAIRING : friend! karina x fem! reader

GENRE : fluff, gl, friends to lovers

SYNOPSIS : you have feelings for karina (your best friend) since a while, but you still don’t know how to confess to her. as you invited her for a sleepover, you thought that it was the good moment to tell her your feelings, but karina decided otherwise…

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you just thought that it would be an ordinary day like the others when you invited karina for a sleepover at your place; as always, you guys will watch a movie, maybe “scream” for the thousand time and everytime karina will be clinging onto you because of how scared she is, you’ll be blushing like an idiot to her touch, and then you two will sleep together on the couch

well, this time, you wanted to take the lead; you wanted to confess to her, even though you’re not the type of girl who’s comfortable about sharing her own emotions and feelings, and karina knew it really well

it was already 8pm when you were preparing the blankets and snacks on the couch when you heard the bell ringing; and you immediately froze as you knew well that it was karina

this time, you were more stressed than usually since you planned to tell her about your feelings, and for the occasion, you tried your best to dress elegantly: you’ve put this white long dress that karina gifted you for your birthday, your hair in a half ponytail and your lips covered with this red dark lipstick that you loved so much. was it too much? well, maybe, but you wanted to do everything for karina to notice all the efforts you’ve put in in honor of such a special night like this one

after taking a quick glance at your reflection in front of the mirror of the hallway, you take a deep shaky breath when you hold the wrist of the front door, before you finally open it as you’re greeted by karina, you give her this soft smile of yours as always but quickly, you notice that something’s off, she isn’t like usual: you can sense how nervous she is and you can see this embarrassed smile on her lips, and it makes you worrying about her. what’s going on? why is she like that?

but you decided to not comment it and just come and hug her softly as you say: “i’m so glad to see you, come here!” after you move away from her embrace, you can see her simply nodding at your words and you swear that you could see her cheeks being flushed, and you can’t help but find her absolutely adorable

you take her hand and lead her to the living room where you prepared everything for tonight: the matching pink and purple blankets, her fav snacks put on the coffee table, the garlands of lights positioned around them on the ceiling and finally, a little red box positioned on karina’s blanket. at the sight of it, you can’t help but feel your heart about to explode from your chest. you thought that it was totally too much, and you even thought that it looked like a date. you were waiting for karina’s reaction, and her reaction made your heart flutter away

you can see her eyes sparkling as she sees the living room and how you decorated it, and she of course noticed the little red box on her blanket on the couch, which makes her heart skipping a beat. she smile softly at the sight of it before she suddenly comes and hug you tightly as she puts her arms around your waist, which causes you to blush so much but you quickly hug her back tightly and ask in a soft tone: “do you like it?”. as you asked this, she move away a bit of your embrace as she looks at you in the eyes while she still has her arms around your waist and chuckle a bit before she replies with this adorable smile of hers: “of course i do, that’s absolutely… fabulous y/n”

as she says these words, you can’t help but feel your heart beating faster and your cheeks burning, and all you could do is just chuckle softly as you thanks her before she moves away definitely from your embrace and sit on the couch, on her blanket, where the little red box is that she already has in her hands, and you could clearly tell that she is wondering what’s inside

so you follow her and sit on the other side of the couch, on your blanket, as you could hear your heartbeat from your ears because of how nervous you are. after few minutes, you finally decided to pronounce in a soft tone: “you can open it”

as you say this with a smile, you see karina looking at you with a mix of excitement and happiness as she open the little red box, and you could clearly see her eyes sparkling but also her cheeks flushing a bit when she sees what’s inside: a necklace with a red heart, simple yet so significant for you

“let me help you” you say in a soft tone as karina land to you the necklace in your hands and put herself on the couch so you could face her back as you gently put the necklace around her neck. as you attach her necklace around her neck, you could feel how close you are and it makes your heart beating faster

on karina’s side, she can feel your soft breath against the back of her neck as you attach her necklace around her neck, and it makes her whole body shivering. she tries her best to calm down by saying with a smile from ear to ear: “thank you y/n, that’s best the gift someone has ever given to me.. that’s so pretty”

as she says these words as you finished to attach her necklace, you can’t help but feel your cheeks burning again, and you can’t help feel your smile growing at her words, as she turns around so she is now facing you on the couch, you stare at the necklace around her neck, and you can’t help but smile again before you say: “that’s right, you look even prettier with it”

when you says these words, you can see karina’s smile growing bigger and you could definitely see her blushing as she looks at the necklace you gave her and start to fidget it gently, and you can’t help but find her absolutely adorable this way

after this soft moment, karina and you are actually on the couch, blankets on both of your bodies, close but yet not that close, as you both are watching a romantic movie. should i have to mention who’s idea it was from? well, it was karina’s idea. usually, you would’ve watched “scream”, karina’s favorite horror movie, but this time, she decided to watch something more romantic, and sincerely, how could you refuse?

as the movie goes on, you can feel your body froze when suddenly a scene of sex shows up. you can feel your body heating at the sight of it, and you immediately felt embarrassed. as you take a quickly glance at karina, you are surprised to see her being at the same state at you; she has her cheeks completely flushed and you could sense how embarrassed she is

when you were about to turn your head back to the movie, you see karina’s eyes meeting yours, and you suddenly feel like the whole world stopped around the both of you. you felt a sudden strange tension between you two, and you could feel your heart beating like crazy

you feel your breath hitching in your throat when you see karina coming closer to you, so close. her face was straight in front of you, and you can’t help but bite your lower lip because of how nervous you feel right now. but you feel your heart about to explode from your chest when you notice karina’s eyes looking at your lips

as she pulls herself even closer to your face until your lips were just mere inches away from each other, you can’t help but stare at her own lips as she continues to move her lips closer to you as you slowly start to panic and let out a shaky breath before you ask in a soft yet panicked tone: “w-what are you doing ‘rina?”

at the same moment, you can see karina’s lips turning into a soft smile before she presses her lips against yours, and it’s like the whole world stopped spinning around you. you hesitate for few little seconds before you finally kiss her back and melt into the kiss. the kiss was slow yet soft, very tender. as karina deepen the kiss, you put a hand on the back of her neck gently for pulling her closer, as you crave for more, crave for feeling more of her lips against yours

to your contact, karina can’t help but sigh softly against your mouth as she deepens the kiss and start to put her tongue at the entrance of your lips, asking for permission, what you absolutely give her. you let her tongue entering your mouth as she starts to explore every little corners of your mouth

after few minutes of hesitation, you finally decided to do the same and start to dance with her tongue gently, and you let out soft sighs as the kiss continues because of how good it feels

right after this unforgettable kiss, you move away gently from her lips as you gasp for air; as you paint a bit, you have your arms wrapped around her neck and karina’s arms around your waist. you can’t help but smile softly at her before you finally say in a soft tone: “i love you ‘rina”

at your words, she smiles softly back at you as she also gasp for air and say: “i love you more y/n, you have no idea”

as she said this, she leans closer to you again and pull you again into a soft and gentle kiss full of passion, and you both will continue to kiss and cuddle each other the whole night..

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BLUE BLOOD — chapter 1.

ᝰ synopsis: after the death of his predecessor, devi's father assumes the position of prime minister of south korea. this brings her closer to the royal family, where she crosses paths with crown princess karina, with whom she finds herself in a back-and-forth of friction and interactions that blossom after a night they spent together, but which cannot be repeated.

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devi was an extremely multifaceted person, a true wonder. she was a shot in the air, the hurricane that came to sweep away everything in its path. she had never learned to set limits for herself, and if she did it was out of pure survival instinct. although that's what devi did least of all, survive. surviving meant you weren't living, not the right way. ha devi was in love with life and the adrenaline rush of giving her heart and soul to it. she was passionate about her convictions, she fought for what she believed in and was always at the front of any stampede that moved in the direction of something better.

devi was a traveler. she knew the world as she knew herself. she loved paris, she loved escaping to the different countries that made up the caribbean, she treasured her memories of her adventures in africa, but most of all she loved seoul.

she believed that a good politician was one who loved their land, and there were none of those left. her sensitive being was squeezed when she saw power in the hands of those who only wanted money or to take advantage of the weakest, of the people. unfortunately, she was surrounded by that kind of person.

that's why seeing her at a royal event was so peculiar, like meeting a jaguar in the middle of a public road. a gala full of economists, politicians and businessmen was no place for a dreamer like her.

but devi was also a lover. she loved to live like she loved to give her heart to whomever she thought was worthy, and she loved people. she was someone who would come for you at four in the morning when you needed company, she was the one who would follow you to the end of the world if you asked her to. and she was the one who would show up at a masquerade ball just because her best friend yunjin wanted it.

the lights were dazzling, changing and flashing to the rhythm of the music that the girl found extremely boring, but she understood that it was what was supposed to musicalize the lives of such monotonous people with such empty goals. the crowd was suffocating, but not for someone who was so fascinated with the human being and how it worked, not for someone who looked for connections between people as if she was under the sea and looking for oxygen. she thought that among so many packages without content maybe she could find someone who was worthwhile.

and so she did. because when you look, you find. and even more so with the determination and stubbornness that characterized the young woman.

the night had passed without notable events, beyond the fact that she enjoyed being in the presence of her friend who was characterized by being the soul in any crowd she found herself in, and with her other friend, jiyong, who if there was one thing he knew how to do, it was to make a party entertaining.

but it wasn't until she went outside to smoke a cigarette away from the distressing tunes that were dazing her inside the hall, that she found something that really gave her evening something to look forward to.

everyone at the gala was wearing their masks, as they went about their business, it was hard to tell who you were running into, but when a slender, delicate figure made her presence known in the courtyard next to devi, she didn't need to see her face. the woman had the most striking back and nape she had ever seen in her life, if she had ever paid attention to that. it was her aura of elegance that called ha to not be able to take her eyes off of her.

and devi wasn't shy or slow. if something caught her attention, she wanted it for herself, so after a moment of letting her eyes lose themselves in the woman's porcelain skin and finishing her cigarette, she approached this one. she positioned herself behind her and leaned in so that her head was on her shoulder, at ear level.

"are you looking for something?" she let out in a whisper that ran through her body.

the latter gave a little jump from the fright of the sudden company and turned quickly to see who it was. "i don't know who you are." was all she could say due to the uncertainty of the situation.

"for now." her mask only covered her nose and eyes so the confident smile that had been drawn on her lips was easily visible.

"who are you?" repeated the girl already calmer, and now slightly annoyed by the intrusion of the contrarian.

"i can't tell you." she refused. "that's what masks are for." she pointed to the pieces covering their faces. "but if you let me buy you a drink you'd be one step closer to knowing."

"and why would i accept a drink from you?" she folded her arms and from behind the garment covering her could still be seen furrowing her eyebrows in annoyance.

"because clearly i'm the most interesting thing that's happened to you all night."

maybe it was the drinks, or the sweet words that came out of devi's mouth like a waterfall, or her delicacy to treat a woman. or maybe the lady was extremely bored like everyone else at that party and was looking for something to generate dopamine. there were several possible factors as to how they had arrived at that situation, the only certainty was that they had ended up on the second floor that was desolate, in the darkness of a corridor, desperately kissing each other.

it was like that. when devi set her eyes on something, she got it.

the woman's hands tangled in devi's hair as they frantically sought to bring her even closer than they were, while ha's touch ran up and down the back of the other woman's back whose dress left exposed as if inviting her to explore it. their mouths were in a war to prove who needed the other more and their tongues caressed each other when they saw the opportunity to do so. the blackhaired lifted one leg with difficulty due to the big dress she was wearing and caressing devi's side with it she reached her waist wrapping it around it to which the latter held her firmly to avoid her from falling.

"we should go back." the woman spoke between kisses.

"no." she secured her grip on her waist and leg. "we shouldn't."

she brought her hands up to her cheeks to pull her away a little. "i didn't come here alone." she reported, still unable to stop the kisses the contrarian was leaving on her lips.

"neither did i." she concurred. "but i guess they wouldn't mind losing sight of me for a night." she tried to rejoin their lips only to be stopped by a hand resting over her mouth.

"maybe you have that privilege." she observed. "but if they lose sight of me, there's going to be a big problem." she laughed softly.

"let there be." she instigated. "what would life be without trouble?" she smiled broadly, her opponent's hand still on her lips.

"it's not that easy." she spoke with some sadness.

"things are only hard when you make them hard."

"do you have a philosophical saying for everything i say?" she looked at her amused.

"i must convince you to stay with me somehow." she raised her hand to her shoulder to carress her arm from it gently to take the hand resting on her lips and pull it away a little so that she could leave a kiss on the back of it. "would you let me take you out of here?" she proposed, her eyes expectant.

"and where would you take me?" she asked with a laughing expression.

"to my humble quarters, of course." she stretched her arms in the air as if speaking of something obvious. "i must warn you." she raised her index finger in the air, placing it in front of her as a warning sign. "that i am not the tidiest person in the world." she extended her palm after giving herself away. "but my mattress is extremely comfortable." she returned to her, grabbing her waist.

"i can't afford to run away with a messy felon."

devi showed a pout on her lips, which made the woman laugh.

"not without first knowing who i'd be running off with." she hinted mischievously.

"oh, of course." the girl took her distance, to a point where the other could see her clearly. she took the mask covering her face and carefully removed it, arranging her hair and clothes after doing so as if to look more presentable, finally staring at her exposing herself as if she were the muse of a painting. "devi." she held out her hand inviting for a squeeze. "to please you." she winked.

the woman took her hand as she laughed at her opposite's comment and tugged this one closer until she was at a sufficient distance to give her a gentle tap on the shoulder. devi wrapped her arms around her and looked into her eyes, losing herself in them as had been happening to her all night. the blackhaired took advantage of the closeness to inspect her features carefully, squinting her eyes as if that would help.

"i think i know you from somewhere." she mentioned, but she wasn't able to decipher where she knew that face from.

"i don't think so." she shook her head. "i'm never in one place for too long."

"you'd be surprised to know that i'm not either." she concurred.

"now that i've revealed my super-secret identity." she began. "could you give me the privilege of knowing yours?" she asked kindly.

"okay." she agreed after hesitating for a few seconds. "but don't freak out as soon as you see me."

"never." she assured and stepped back to give her space.

the blackhaired took a moment to meditate on what she was about to do, devi noticed her anxiety as she shook her hands as if trying to shake off the nervousness that way. she took a breath and raised her arms to behind her head to untie the straps that held the mask over her face. finally removing the piece and revealing the person underneath it.

devi froze, staring at her as if she had come face to face with a ghost. she was the most beautiful creature her eyes had ever seen, but it wasn't the first time they had seen her. she contemplated for a second that she had gotten herself into a barbaric mess, but another great quality of devi was that she was brave and didn't shy away from even the biggest of disasters. and if she thought about it, this was more of a blessing than a problem, a peculiar blessing.

devi arranged her garments again and quickly bowed. "jeoha." —your highness —.

"oh, please." she scoffed. "get up." she commanded and immediately devi obeyed. "you have put your hands inside my dress, all of this is performative."

"my hands were inside your dress before i knew you were a royal princess." she defended herself.

"you really didn't know?" she inquired incredulously.

"these masks." she held up her own, showing it. "they really do the job." she joked.

"do you understand now why it would be a big deal if i disappear for a night?"

"i understand." devi took a few quiet steps toward the princess. "and yet i still think we should give it a try." she admitted.

"you're stubborn." the blackhaired pointed out.

"i just really like you, princess katarina." she confessed.

the largest of the audience halls at gyeongbokgung palace was packed with a large number of the elite waiting to see the king appoint the new prime minister following the tragic and untimely death of the one who had previously served in that job.

the news had announced a tragic car accident and plans for his wake and the upcoming inauguration of the deputy prime minister were set in motion according to protocol as quickly as possible.

normally, the ceremony for the appointment of the prime minister was somewhat more discreet, but this time, a big event had been arranged. ha yoonho had been chosen by the king himself to take office, and after being accepted by parliament, the organizations for the celebration had begun immediately. it was no coincidence that the king had thrown such a party for the occasion since the ha dynasty and the yu dynasty had been close friends for decades, and in this case, ha yoonho and king yu seongmin were close friends.

the huge doors opened, letting in the new prime minister of south korea, bringing everyone to their feet. behind a large wooden table waiting for him at the end of a long red carpet were the king and his wife. while the royal princesses were seated to one side, their seats being closest to their parents. on the opposite side to them was yoonho's spouse, and next to her was an empty chair.

as the man walked in front of the attentive gaze of all those people who were part of the parliament cabinet and the south korean upper class to the rhythm of a melody played by a string ensemble, a bit of commotion began to build in the area where his family was supposed to be. people began to run and make room for each other while someone's agitated voice could be heard in murmurs. out of the crowd emerged ha dabin, or devi, the prime minister's daughter, who had overslept and was late for her own father's appointment as the most powerful person in the country. she made her way awkward and hurriedly to her mother and took a seat in that waiting chair, earning a rebuke from the woman next to her.

karina's eyes, who was watching everything from the front wing, expanded in horror as she saw her next to the woman who only minutes before had greeted and introduced herself as father ha's wife. that's where she knew devi from, it all finally made sense. she was the daughter of one of her father's closest friends and she had seen her at a few events throughout her life.

but more important than that, it meant she had slept with the daughter of the new prime minister.

from her place, devi began to survey the room, her ability to pay attention to things being very short, she always needed something to stimulate her mind, and as she let her eyes wander around the room, she found it. her gaze fell on princess katarina who was already staring at her from earlier.

karina expected anything but to meet her one-night stand in the middle of a royal appointment.

devi smiled sideways at her, her eyes showing confidence. the girl was happy to see her again, for a moment she had forgotten that she would be there, to be honest, she wasn't even sure if the princesses would attend. karina wore her hair down and a white dress that clung to her body perfectly, the newcomer was unable to tear her gaze away from her.

she winked at her.

and karina looked away.

the ceremony passed with devi paying very little attention to what was going on with her father and too much to the crown princess, while this one pretended not to see her and tried her best to stay focused on the event, giving a few glances at the other at times, only to be discovered by her.

everyone left the courtroom and devi was now officially the daughter of the prime minister of south korea. she congratulated her father before anyone else and took advantage of the gathering of people who came to speak to him to go on her journey to find the woman she had been with a month before.

after that night, waking up in ha's apartment, karina had practically fled. she said a fleeting goodbye and left no way of contacting her for a devi who was now fascinated with her. of course the blackhaired did not expect the prime minister to die in a car accident, nor that devi would turn out to be the daughter of his predecessor.

the chestnut slipped through the corridors of the palace, following the faces that seemed to work for the nobility, finally slipping behind the large wooden table into a small place off to the side, she walked around for a while and stumbled into a room where she could see the king's ceremonial accessories being taken from him. she assumed she was going the right way, so she kept on walking. then a voice alerted her and reached her ears briefly, a voice she knew. she followed the direction it was coming from and came across a small room where she could see, through the small opening of the door, princess katarina desperately explaining something to her lady-in-waiting.

she didn't manage to hear clearly what the blackhaired was saying, but she did hear when her companion told her to wait there. devi quickly ducked around the corner of the hallway and waited for the girl to walk away, then approached the room and carefully entered, closing the door behind her.

"aeri, did you forget something?" the woman said with her gaze focused on detaching the lock from her bracelet.

"shall i help you with that?" spoke devi seeing the difficulty the girl was having with the accessory.

karina lifted her head with momentum at the sound of the girl's voice, it didn't even take her a second to recognize it. "how did you get here?" she asked in surprise.

"let's just say you need better security at the palace." she joked.

"devi." she named seriously. "you can't be here."

"can't i?" she feigned bewilderment. "i thought being the prime minister's daughter gave me certain powers."

"certain ones, but not wandering around the royal palace at your leisure." her attitude was serious, unlike the intruder's, who seemed to be enjoying the interaction. "what are you doing here?"

"i saw you earlier and couldn't resist." she began walking towards her. "let's just say i haven't stopped thinking about you and was excited to see you." she confessed, her voice soft and confident.

"devi." she dropped her head and let out a sigh. "look-"

"you haven't thought about me?" she interrupted.

"i can't answer that." she dodged.

"it's a simple question."

"but it exposes me." she explained. "listen, what happened between us was really nice." she moved closer to her and put a hand on her chest. "but it's not going to happen again." she sentenced. "and these things." she pointed to her and the door. "they can't be happening."

"did i do something wrong?" devi's confidence was flagging, some disappointment infiltrating the way she spoke.

"other than breaking palace rules and security to see me." she laughed, but it carried a bit of bitterness. "you didn't do anything wrong." she assured sincerely. "but nothing is going to happen between us and if you keep looking for me, you'll only get into trouble."

"but what would life be without trouble?" she smiled as she repeated what she had said to her the night they met.

"that philosophy could maybe convince me once, but i don't fall for the same trick twice." she reined the girl in.

"could at least know why?" she inquired, her face exuding frustration.

"because i'm the crown princess." she said simply. "and someday i will have a husband to give me heirs." she explained. "i can't risk being caught with a woman." she turned away from the girl.

"and do you want that?"

"no." she answered truthfully. "but it's not my decision." she clarified, these things seemed assumed by her long ago. "i'm sorry, but you should go now."

devi didn't know what to answer, one thing that was uncharacteristic of her, she always had a come back for everything, but at that moment she had become mute. she hated everything she couldn't have, and at the same time she longed for it even more. she turned and walked to the door. "i just want you to remember," she stopped to speak to her. "that i'm incredibly stubborn." she reported. "and it just so happens that we'll be seeing a lot of each other from now on." she put her hand on the door handle.

"that's not the way things work."

"things work the way i want them to." she winked and gave her one last smile, then walked out of the room, leaving karina alone.

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[fellominaarcher]

you belong to me - yoo jimin/karina

⤷ stripper!karina x gp!fem reader

⤷ smut (minors dni)

⤷ trigger warning: adult content, p in v (unprotected), violence, strip club (?).

⤷ note: this shit is terrible and this is my first gp smut :/

That’s the problem. Y/N is a frequent visitor at this elite strip club. What started as an innocent getaway out of curiosity about the whole concept of a strip club had led her to meeting Yoo Jimin — or as she goes by on stage, Karina.

Her stage name.

If she were to count, this would be her ninth visit in two months. That’s quite frequent, even for a regular customer at this club. In fact, she had spent the most money here recently. Entrance fees. Drinks. Snacks. Strippers.

But that’s not a problem for the current vice president of a certain corporation.

Until a certain dark-eyed dancer with a mean expression — a well-known performer here who attracts the most customers — entered the picture. Also the co-owner of Hellfire Club, she had successfully seduced and captivated the usually quiet Y/N.

“Hey!” a man — more specifically, a male waiter at the club — called out. “You again! Eyeing Karina again?” he teased as he took a seat next to her at the bar.

Y/N shot him a side glare, letting out a soft groan, a little infuriated by the sudden interruption of her little moment. She continued sipping her cold whiskey.

The waiter’s eyes followed Y/N’s gaze to where it was glued — Karina. His boss. One of the highest-ranking dancers at Hellfire. He hummed knowingly. “Just ask her out. You drive her home sometimes, and sometimes she even takes you into her room,” he chirped, offering his slightly unwanted opinion.

“My boss is gorgeous. I don’t blame you,” he added.

Still no response from Y/N.

Yes, there are rooms above the strip club. Private rooms for the highest-ranking strippers to entertain customers they’re interested in — for private performances and more.

“I’m just a customer. It’s delusional to think that a stripper might be into you just because of how often you come here,” Y/N finally spoke, taking another sip of whiskey. Good thing she’s a strong drinker.

Rarely drunk. Always in control. But when it comes to her nights with Karina, she’s drunken and weak — knees wobbling at the touch of her hands. The feeling of Jimin’s body.

It’s addictive, really. In fact, Y/N and Karina are almost like friends now — sharing bits of their personal lives and daily routines. They’ve even had lunch together twice after unexpectedly bumping into each other on the street. Y/N found it entertaining and surprisingly easy to talk to Karina.

Sometimes, she hoped Karina felt the same — that their conversations were more than just casual small talk, that Karina found it just as comforting and effortless as she did.

Most of Y/N’s nights at Hellfire were filled with sinful whispers and breathless moans shared with Karina, indulging in carnal needs that translated into physical desires neither of them could resist.

The male waiter scoffed at Y/N’s earlier words. “I’m just saying. It’s not like I’m asking you to marry her right away,” he teased. Y/N fell silent because, as irritating as he was, he wasn’t wrong.

Her gaze drifted back to Karina, and her jaw clenched, brows knitting together. It was a sight she wasn’t expecting — and certainly not one she wanted to see.

Karina was sitting at another table with another regular, Juyeon — the chaebol guy. The waiter, noticing Y/N’s change in expression, leaned closer. “Oh, that’s Juyeon. He’s been coming in a lot these past few weeks,” he informed her as she leaned against the bar, eyes locked on the scene before her.

Karina hadn’t noticed Y/N had arrived to pick her up for the night. She was too busy leaning in to hear Juyeon’s words over the heavy bass pounding against the club’s walls — and Y/N’s heart.

Juyeon said something funny, making Karina chuckle softly — the kind of laugh that wasn’t forced. The kind that made her eyes sparkle. The kind that made Y/N’s chest tighten.

“Why not? I like dad jokes too,” Juyeon grinned, earning a small smile from Karina.

She nodded slightly, scooting a bit away from him. It was midnight, and all Karina wanted was to leave the club, go home, and rest. But Juyeon’s presence made that harder. He had shown interest in her recently, and tonight was no different.

A few older men — the usual types with gold bands around their fingers and families waiting for them at home — beckoned for Karina to continue dancing for them. She was too exhausted to entertain their sleazy smiles and wandering eyes tonight.

Juyeon, however, wasn’t giving up. He wanted to see Karina on the pole, to have her undivided attention — even if it meant outspending everyone else just to get her alone in a private room.

“This is hard to watch,” Y/N muttered, downing the rest of her whiskey in one swift gulp.

Karina, on the other hand, felt suffocated. She needed to escape, even if this was her own club. The co-owner, barely sincere in her performances anymore, was growing weary of showing herself off to men who didn’t really see her.

“Please, Karina, just for a ni—” Juyeon reached out, grasping her wrist.

A loud crash shattered the tension in the room.

Gasps echoed through the club, the DJ immediately cutting the music, leaving behind an awkward silence punctuated by the faint scratch of the halted track.

Karina’s eyes widened, both hands covering her mouth in shock.

Juyeon dropped to his knees with a heavy thud, clutching his head tightly as blood trickled down his face.

Y/N stood over him, her hand still clenched from smashing her whiskey glass against his head. Thin beads of sweat lined her hairline as she gritted her teeth, glaring down at him.

This was her territory.

Karina stared at Y/N, utterly stunned. Relief flickered within her — someone had come to her rescue. But she wasn’t expecting this. Not here. Not in her club.

“Don’t you ever dare look at her again,” Y/N stated coldly, her voice laced with quiet fury. She wanted to blame it on the whiskey — maybe it was the Laphroaig clouding her judgment — but deep down, she knew better.

This wasn’t the alcohol talking.

This was possession.

Juyeon swayed, his vision blurring as he groaned in pain. Blood dripped sluggishly down his face, and he gritted his teeth, trying to regain his balance. Karina's eyes flickered between him and Y/N before she finally exhaled the breath she hadn’t even realized she was holding.

She didn't care about Juyeon. Not now. Maybe not ever.

Without hesitation, she grabbed Y/N’s wrist and pulled her away. The murmuring crowd had already begun to close in, eager to watch the chaos unfold, but Karina had no intention of cleaning up Y/N’s mess. Let someone else deal with it.

Y/N let herself be dragged, though Karina’s grip was tighter than necessary—possessive, almost. They weaved through the dimly lit hallways of Hellfire Club, the heavy bass of the music still thudding in the distance. The scent of whiskey, sweat, and expensive perfume clung to the air, but all Y/N could focus on was the heat of Karina’s hand on her skin.

The moment they reached the private room, Karina shoved the door open and slammed it shut behind them. The muffled echoes of the club faded into silence.

Then she yanked Y/N’s hand from her own grasp.

“That was uncalled for! Why’d you do that?” Karina’s voice was sharp, a mix of frustration and something else — something raw, something shaken.

Y/N stood tall, but her gaze stayed on the floor. Her heart was still hammering against her ribs, her breathing uneven. What the hell had she just done?

She hadn’t planned to smash that glass against Juyeon’s head. It wasn’t premeditated. It wasn’t logical. It was instinct.

Because the moment she saw Karina laughing with someone else, leaning in close, touching someone who wasn’t her, something inside her snapped.

"I hope you're not expecting me to apologize," Y/N finally said, lifting her head to meet Karina’s eyes. Her voice was low, rough, laced with something dangerous. "I don’t think I did anything wrong at all."

Karina’s breath hitched.

The way Y/N was looking at her — it wasn’t just anger. It wasn’t just jealousy. It was darker than that, deeper than that. Possession. A claim, unspoken yet impossible to ignore.

And the worst part?

Karina wasn’t sure if she hated it.

Her own gaze softened, but the conflict still lingered in her chest. Y/N had come to her defense. Protected her. But the violence — it wasn’t necessary. It wasn’t supposed to be like that.

Letting out a quiet sigh, she took a step forward, closing the space between them.

“Are you… okay?” Karina murmured, her voice gentler now.

Her fingers ghosted toward the back of Y/N’s head, hesitant, searching.

Y/N didn’t move. She didn’t flinch.

But her dark eyes never left Karina’s.

"I fucking hate anyone who touches what's mine." It's a matter of statement, stated by Y/N.

The tension between them crackled like fire in the dimly lit room, burning too hot, too fast, and neither of them could stop it now.

She just stood there, letting Karina’s fingertips barely ghost over her scalp, her body thrumming with something electric.

Without thinking properly, Y/N tugged Karina's closer into her by her arm and her gaze drifted down on Karina's eyes then kissable pinkish lips. Y/N gulped at the closeness between them and she took a deep breath as she grew needy for the beautiful woman.

Y/N leaned in and capturing Karina's lips in a deep yet gentle kiss. She could taste the lingering sweetness from Karina's pinkish gloss on her tongue and she pulled back carefully, her eyes opening again as she bored into Karina's eyes.

Karina melted into the kiss, she didn't hate that and she was kinda looking forward to fuck Y/N again whenever Y/N decided to be a customer again in Hellfire Club.

"Oh baby, you're in a big trouble," Karina whispered and she was fighting the smile that was threatening to form, "Seeing you like that was hot, though." She placed her hands on Y/N's chest and pushed Y/N to the bed.

Karina crawled in the bed right after pushing the taller woman, she got on top of Y/N and straddled her hips then looping her arms around Y/N's neck and her lips immediately pointed their way towards Y/N's lips.

Kissing again and invading Y/N's mouth as her wet tongue pushed into so she could make the kiss all better. More steamy.

Y/N was happy to be here and she had been looking forward to spend the night with Karina whether it is driving the co-owner of Hellfire Club to home or spending the night between Karina's legs. The latter is so much better.

Y/N broke the kiss because she can't no longer hold the grin and she gazed into Jimin's half lidded eyes and her hands roaming over Karina's curves, "I don't like saying sorry but if I have to this is how I'll say 'sorry', Karina," Y/N spoke, her voice is almost a whisper.

Karina smirked as she listened to Y/N's and she let out a soft chuckle, "Sounds toxic. If you fight with your girlfriend and you'll say sorry through intimacy?" Karina questioned Y/N in a teasing manner and leaned in again to give a quick peck.

"Manipulative." Karina added.

Y/N captured Karina's mouth again, kissing her deeply as she began to strip off her skimpy outfit. Y/N tossed the pieces aside carelessly, her hands eager to explore every inch of Karina's silky skin. She cupped Karina's breasts, thumbing her nipples until they pebbled under her touch.

Karina gasped into the kiss, arching into Y/N's hands. "Mmm, that feels good. But you're wearing too many clothes."

Y/N chuckled, nipping at Karina's bottom lip. "Let me take care of that for you, gorgeous."

She reached for the buttons of her own shirt, fumbling slightly in her haste to be naked with Karina. Once she had shed her shirt, she tugged off her pants and underwear, baring herself fully to Karina's heated gaze.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous," Karina breathed, her eyes roaming over Y/N's body.

Y/N's cock twitched at the praise, already hard and aching for Karina's touch. She stepped closer, pressing her body against Karina's as she kissed a trail down her neck and chest. She lavished attention on Karina's breasts, suckling and licking until Karina was writhing with need.

Karina tangled her fingers in Y/N's hair, holding her close as she moaned her pleasure. "Please, Y/N. I need you."

Y/N knew exactly what Karina needed. She slid her hand between Karina's thighs, stroking her wet folds and teasing her clit. Karina spread her legs wider, giving Y/N better access.

"Yes, just like that," Karina panted, her hips rolling into Y/N's touch. "Make me come, baby. I want to feel good for you."

Y/N obliged, curling her fingers inside Karina's tight channel as she sucked hard on her nipple. Karina cried out, her body tensing and shaking as she came hard around Y/N's fingers.

As Karina came down from her high, Y/N gentled her touches, stroking and petting her soft skin. She peppered kisses along Karina's body as she murmured words of possessiveness.

Karina looked up at her with hazy eyes, a lazy smile on her face. "That was amazing. But I think it's time for round two."

Y/N grinned, feeling her cock throb in anticipation. "Whatever you want, baby. I'm all yours." said Y/N and this woman made her feel weak already.

Karina reached down, wrapping her hand around Y/N's shaft and giving it a firm stroke. Y/N groaned, pushing into her grip. "Fuck, that feels so good." It feels so good and she threw her head back.

Karina pumped her hand along Y/N's length, teasing the tip with her thumb. "I love your cock, Y/N. I want you to cum for me." Karina teased Y/N seductively.

Y/N thrust into Karina's hand, desperate for more friction. "It's all for you, baby. I only get hard for you."

Karina guided Y/N to the bed, pushing her down onto the mattress. She straddled Y/N's hips, rubbing her wet folds along Y/N's thick cock. "I need you inside me, Y/N. I need to feel you fill me up." Karina's voice is softer and quivering now.

Y/N reached between them, positioning her cock at Karina's entrance. She rubbed the tip along Karina's slick folds, teasing them both. "Are you ready for me, baby? I'm going to make you feel so good." There's a bit of push and pull dynamic between them.

Karina nodded, sinking down onto Y/N's cock with a low moan. "Oh fuck, yes. You feel so good inside me." She moaned out and Y/N thought it was one of the sexiest sound to hear.

Y/N gripped Karina's hips, thrusting up into her tight heat as Karina rode her. They moved together in a steady rhythm, bodies glistening with sweat as they lost themselves in the pleasure.

"Fuck, that feel so good," Y/N panted, her hands roaming over Karina's body. "You're mine, Karina. Only mine."

Karina leaned down, capturing Y/N's lips in a searing kiss. "Yes, all yours," she breathed against Y/N's mouth. "Now make me come on your big, beautiful cock."

Y/N did as she was told, pounding into Karina with renewed vigor. She changed the angle of her hips, hitting that special spot inside Karina that made her see stars.

"Yes, right there," Karina cried out, her walls clenching around Y/N's shaft. "Fuck, I'm going to come!" Y/N exclaimed in pleasure.

Y/N felt her own release building, her body tensing as Karina rode her harder and faster. They came together, bodies shaking and crying out each other's names as they found their pleasure.

Afterwards, they lay tangled together on the bed, basking in the afterglow of their intense sex. Y/N held Karina close, pressing soft kisses to her hair.

Karina smiled against Y/N's chest, snuggling closer. "I think I need to have more taste of you. I don't even allow my regular customers to be around me this often, you know." Karina stated as a matter of fact.

Y/N chuckled and both of them are taking a few minutes to recuperate before they have to leave this place. Y/N and Karina both knew that this is never going to be the last time for them to meetup like this.

[facefullofsadness]

Okayy okayy listen ceo!jimin g!p like how would she treat fem!reader they're married too

they're like barely married in this but yk wtv, they're sweet and fuck a lot (I really forgot how to write it's kinda crazy)

OKAY HI I NEED TO KNOCK SOME OF THESE OUT TO GET BACK INTO THE SWING OF WRITING!!! ceo g!p jimin who's married to reader is actually such a softie for her wife. tell me why I envision the fifty shades of gray concept where you're her assistant at the start/you work for her and after some time you get closer and get together? idk it just seems right for rina.

I think that jimin has the absolute softest spot for y/n which actually makes them working together really counter-productive for the same reason. the way rina gets easily distracted when you're in the room, averting her gaze from whatever is in front of her and what her company would say is more important to instead look at you mesmerized, the woman who so obviously is actually more important. they wanna separate the two of you so work can actually get done but well, when the ceo says you're working in her office and that's final? you just have to concede.

at first it's pretty civil, working on documents together, her using the most gentle and calming voice to make sure you don't feel stressed or pressured, exchanging flirty glances and smiles, just for her to run her hand along your thigh as she intently studies marketing graphs, glasses on the bridge of her nose making her look more enticing than she needs to be. you try not to let it phase you but it's karina ykwim, eventually you're on her lap and pushing her back against her chair, her hands holding you by your hips and her lips on your neck, making involuntary noises escape your mouth.

her office is soundproofed and only has one way windows for this exact reason, yall just can't stop fucking! no one dares knock on miss yu's door when you're in her office, knowing it was more than likely her cock was deeply sheathed in your wet and clenching pussy, drilling in and out of you as you screamed into her neck. she's fucking you so aggressively and desperately into her desk, pinning you almost painfully into the hard wood as she thrusts her long dick in and out of your cunt, the juices spilling all over the surface and painting her pelvis with your combined wetness as it seeps down your slit.

she pounds into you with no remorse and pants pathetically into your ear as your throat hurts from the sheer amount of screaming you've done, her cock ruining your insides so perfectly that you can't think logically. moaning into your ear sweet nothings as she encourages you and tells you how good it feels to have her cock completely buried in that hot and juicy hole. fuck y/n you feel so fucking good, I'm gonna breed you, pump you full of our kids yeah? you'll let me do that right, sweetheart? ahhh shit, baby oh my god this pussy belongs to me, my wife's cunt is made for my cock... she continues to word vomit all up in your ear without even thinking as you mumble incomprehensibly just how delicious the feeling of her cock inside of you feels.

needless to say either you're fucking each other or you're disgustingly clingy, workplace or home. don't even mention the honeymoon... somehow though through all those distractions, you both manage to get the work done in no time so much to everyone's dismay, they can't really complain. jimin is the ceo after all, no one is gonna mess with her or her precious wife.

[bangchansdirty-slut]

My Dopamine

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Paring: Top!Giselle x Member!Bttm! Reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: Giselle wrote "Dopamine" about you and couldn't help but express what the song is really about when you asked her.

More: Masterlist

A/n: I couldn't stop listening to Dopamine by Giselle and Roses by Jaehyun while writing this. I might be obsessed with these songs. Also, should I write fan fiction based on the other members' solo songs?

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Giselle sat on the couch on the stage, the lights dimming around her as the music began to swell. The audience, a sea of waving lightsticks, was entranced by the opening notes of her solo performance. She took a deep breath, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and nerves. This was the moment she had been waiting for, a chance to showcase her own voice and her own story. As she opened her mouth to let the lyrics flow, she thought about the inspiration behind the song. Her eyes searched the shadows offstage, finding the familiar figure of Y/n, who was watching her intently.

The words of "Dopamine" spilled from Giselle's lips, each syllable a declaration of the intense passion she felt for her secret lover. Her rap was sharp and precise, the bass vibrating through the stadium as she spit verses filled with desire and lust. She knew Y/n would recognize the subtle references to their clandestine encounters, the way she spoke of her body as if it were a sacred text that only the two of them could read. The chorus hit, and Giselle's gaze held steady on Y/n, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper as she sang about the taste of her, the feel of her, the way she was Giselle's dopamine fix.

Backstage, Y/n felt a rush of heat as the realization dawned on her. Her eyes widened as she watched Giselle perform, her cheeks flushing at the explicit nature of the lyrics. She knew that the other members and the staff wouldn't catch on, but for her, it was as if the song was a love letter played out for the world to see. Her heart raced, her breath shallow, as she listened to the words that painted a vivid picture of their secret moments together. The crowd roared their approval, and Y/n couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement and exposure at the same time.

After the concert, the members of Aespa made their way back to their hotel. The energy of the show still pulsed through their veins as they chattered about the performance, but Y/n remained quiet, lost in thought. When they finally reached their hotel room, she turned to Giselle, her eyes searching for any signs of embarrassment or regret. Instead, she found only a smoldering gaze that sent a bolt of desire straight to her core. Giselle's smirk grew wider as she leaned in, her voice a seductive whisper that sent shivers down Y/n's spine. "You know that song was all about your delicious body, don't you?"

Before Y/n could respond, Giselle closed the distance between them and pushed her onto the bed. With surprising strength, she tugged at Y/n's skirt, revealing the matching set of lacy panties she had picked out earlier. Her eyes gleamed with hunger as she pulled the fabric aside and bent her head to kiss the soft skin of Y/n's inner thighs. "I just couldn't keep it to myself anymore," Giselle murmured, her breath hot against Y/n's skin. "You're my muse, my addiction."

Y/n's eyes rolled back in her head as Giselle's tongue darted out to trace her folds. She had always been sensitive, but with Giselle's expert touch, it felt like every nerve was on fire. Her moans grew louder, filling the room as Giselle's mouth moved closer to the spot she craved. Giselle's hands were everywhere, now they're holding her hips in place as she explored her with a hunger that was unmatched.

Their eyes locked, and in that moment, Y/n felt a surge of power. Despite being the one on her back, she knew she had just as much control in this situation as Giselle did. She reached down, her fingers tangling in Giselle's hair, and pushed her face closer to her wetness. Giselle's eyes sparkled with challenge, but she didn't hesitate. Her tongue delved into Y/n's core, making her gasp and arch off the bed. The sensation was intense, a perfect blend of pleasure and pressure that had Y/n's legs shaking and her toes curling.

Giselle's ministrations grew more fervent, her tongue swirling and flicking against Y/n's clit with a precision that spoke of countless hours of practice. Y/n's moans grew louder, echoing through the hotel room like a siren's call. She felt Giselle's hand slip up her tank top, seeking out her hardened nipples. The pinching and twisting sent a jolt of pleasure straight to her pussy, and she bucked her hips against Giselle's face. The world outside of their embrace faded away, leaving only the two of them in a cocoon of lust and desire.

Y/n's breath hitched as Giselle's teeth grazed her sensitive bud, and she couldn't help but let out a loud cry. The sound seemed to spur Giselle on, her movements becoming more insistent. Y/n felt her orgasm building, a crescendo of pleasure that threatened to consume her. She gripped the sheets tightly, her knuckles white with the effort to hold on, her eyes squeezed shut as if to keep the intensity within. But it was too much, and she shattered, her body convulsing with the force of her release.

Giselle looked up at Y/n, a smug smile playing on her lips, as the latter lay panting and trembling beneath her. "You're mine, Y/n," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. "Every inch of you is my dopamine." She began to strip away her own clothes, revealing her toned body and the matching lingerie she had chosen for the evening. Y/n felt a mix of excitement and vulnerability as she watched Giselle's confidence grow.

They settled into a 69 position, Y/n eager to return the favor. But Giselle's own arousal was a distraction. Her scent filled the air, and Y/n's mouth watered at the thought of tasting her. She tried to focus on Giselle's pussy, but her own need was still so raw and demanding. Giselle's fingertips danced across her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her body, making it impossible to concentrate.

Giselle's moans grew louder as Y/n's mouth worked on her. Her tongue lapped and swirled, trying to mimic the moves that had brought her to the edge just moments before. But Giselle was relentless, her fingers moving faster, pressing harder, until Y/n's world narrowed to the point between her legs. Her hips began to move, grinding into Giselle's mouth, her moans becoming cries.

Y/n squirted again, the warmth of her release coating Giselle's mouth and chin. Giselle pulled back, licking her lips clean with a satisfied smile. "Baby you need to please me too," she whispered,, her voice filled with need. Y/n nodded, feeling the urgency building within her as well. They shifted, and Giselle is now straddling Y/n's face, her pussy hovering just above her mouth. Y/n opened her eyes and took in the sight of her lover, her body begging for more.

Giselle's pussy was a masterpiece, wet and swollen from desire. Y/n eagerly dove in, her tongue darting out to taste her. Giselle's hips began to rock immediately, setting a rhythm that had both of them moaning in pleasure. Giselle's hand found Y/n's hair, guiding her movements, as she worked her own clit with the other hand. Y/n's own arousal grew, her pussy throbbing in response to the sound of Giselle's pleasure.

The taste of Giselle was like nothing she had ever experienced, a heady mix of sweet and salty that made Y/n feel high. She felt Giselle's muscles tighten around her face as she brought her closer to the brink. The scent of their combined desire was intoxicating, filling the room and making it difficult to think about anything but the moment. Giselle's thighs trembled, and Y/n knew she was close.

With a final, desperate thrust of her hips, Giselle came hard, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. She collapsed onto the bed next Y/n, panting and smiling. The tension between them was palpable, the air thick with the scent of arousal. Y/n looked up at her, eyes glazed over with lust, her mouth still slick with Giselle's juices.

Giselle came closer and kissed Y/n, the taste of their shared pleasure mingling on their tongue. Y/n's body was still humming with the aftershocks of her own climax, but she craved more. Giselle lets go and stands up, her eyes never leaving Y/n's. "Let's go shower," she suggests with a wink, her voice husky from the passionate exchange.

Y/n nods, her legs wobbly as she stands. They walk into the bathroom, the tiles cold against their bare feet, the contrast making their skin tingle with excitement. The shower is already steaming up the room, and Giselle steps in, holding out a hand to help Y/n in. The water cascades down their bodies, washing away the sweat and the evidence of their desire. They stand under the spray, kissing deeply, their bodies pressed together as the water runs over their curves.

[herrscherofinsanity]

Royal Ties

Princess y/n is forced to marry Lady Yu in order to secure an allyship; however, being engaged to the youngest member of the Yu family is anything but pleasant.

Arranged marriage

Angst? A bit of fluff?

Karina (Yu Jimin) x fem!reader

Word count: 7.5k

Another request I had a lot of fun with, honestly.

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The grand hall of the royal palace is filled with tension. y/n stands by her parents, the king and queen, in a gown as radiant as her smile. Her hair catches the sunlight streaming through the stained-glass windows. She looks calm, but inside, her heart flutters with uncertainty.

Across the room stands Jimin, dressed immaculately in a tailored suit, her expression a mask of stoicism. Her sharp features betray no hint of emotion, her hands clasped behind her back as though she’s bracing herself. Her parents, the Duke and Duchess of the Yu family, stand beside her, wearing expressions of pride.

The king clears his throat, his voice carrying authority as he addresses the gathered nobles and dignitaries.

“We are pleased to announce a union that will strengthen the bonds between our families. Princess y/n y/l/n and Lady Yu Jimin will be wed by royal decree.”

The room erupts in polite applause. y/n glances nervously at Jimin, offering a small, hopeful smile. Jimin meets her gaze but doesn’t return the smile. Instead, she offers a curt nod before looking away.

y/n’s heart sinks a little. This is going to be harder than I thought.

Later, as the formalities conclude, y/n approaches Jimin, determined to break the ice.

“Well, I guess we’re stuck together,” she says, her voice light and teasing. “We might as well try to make the best of it.”

Jimin’s eyes flicker to her briefly, cold and detached. “This isn’t about what we want, it’s about duty. Don’t mistake it for anything else.”

The words cut, but y/n refuses to let them show. She tilts her head, offering a brighter smile. “Well, my duty is to be a good wife. Maybe yours should be to at least try to get along with me.”

Jimin blinks, momentarily caught off guard, but her expression hardens again. She inclines her head stiffly. “As you wish, Your Highness.”

y/n watches her walk away, frustration bubbling beneath her cheerful facade. She mutters under her breath, “What a charmer.”

-----

The grand dining hall is an exquisite display of luxury, with long tables draped in silk and adorned with gold candelabras. The royal family and the Yus sit at the head table, with y/n and Jimin side by side at the center. y/n fidgets with the edge of her napkin, her attempts to engage Jimin earlier still weighing on her mind.

The conversation flows smoothly among their families, though y/n barely listens. She’s too aware of Jimin beside her, sitting stiffly, her hands resting on the table as though she’s attending a military briefing.

y/n leans closer, lowering her voice. “You know, you could at least pretend to enjoy yourself. It wouldn’t kill you to smile.”

Jimin doesn’t look at her. “Why waste energy on something so unnecessary?”

y/n stares at her, incredulous. “Unnecessary? We’re literally announcing our engagement. I don’t know about you, but I’d rather people didn’t think we’re doomed from the start.”

Jimin turns her head, her sharp gaze pinning y/n in place. “What people think is irrelevant. What matters is that we fulfill our roles.”

y/n bites back a retort, her frustration rising. “You make it sound like we’re chess pieces. Don’t you think this would be easier if we at least tried to… I don’t know, be human about it?”

Before Jimin can respond, the king raises his glass, silencing the room. He smiles warmly at y/n and Jimin.

“To the future of our families and this union. May it bring prosperity and strength to us all.”

The room erupts in a chorus of “hear, hear,” and y/n forces a smile, raising her glass. She sneaks a glance at Jimin, who lifts her glass with the same detached grace she’s shown all evening.

As the toasts conclude, y/n mutters under her breath, “I bet you’d be better company as a statue.”

Jimin’s lips twitch—just barely, but enough for y/n to catch it. Surprised, she blinks at her.

“Did you… almost smile?”

Jimin sets her glass down, her face blank again. “You’re imagining things.”

y/n huffs, crossing her arms. “Fine. But I’ll get a smile out of you eventually.”

Jimin doesn’t respond, but the faintest flicker of amusement dances in her eyes before it disappears.

-----

The engagement dinner had finally ended, and y/n practically fled to her chambers, her heels clicking sharply against the polished floors. She threw herself onto the plush sofa near the window, letting out an exasperated groan.

Moments later, the door creaked open, and Liz peeked inside, her lips curling into an amused smirk. “I thought I’d find you sulking in here.”

y/n sat up, narrowing her eyes. “I’m not sulking. I’m… processing.”

Liz stepped in, closing the door behind her. “Processing? Interesting choice of words. Tell me, how’s married life shaping up with our beloved Ice Queen?”

y/n glared at her older sister. “Liz, I swear, if you call her that one more time…”

Liz plopped down beside her, unbothered. “I mean, am I wrong? The woman practically froze the air around her during dinner.”

y/n sighed, burying her face in her hands. “It’s like talking to a brick wall. No, worse—because at least a brick wall doesn’t actively try to make you feel like an idiot.”

Liz chuckled, patting y/n’s shoulder. “Come on, it can’t be that bad. Maybe she’s just… shy.”

“Shy?” y/n looked at her incredulously. “No, Liz, shy is blushing and stammering. She’s cold, calculating, and—” She hesitated, her voice softening. “And probably really angry about all this.”

Liz tilted her head, studying her sister. “You think she resents the marriage that much?”

y/n nodded. ���She said it outright. She doesn’t care about me or what people think—she’s just here to ‘fulfill her role.’”

Liz leaned back, crossing her legs. “Well, that’s annoying. But if you ask me, she’s probably not as indifferent as she lets on.”

y/n frowned. “What makes you say that?”

“Because she hasn’t walked away,” Liz said simply. “She could’ve made this even more miserable for you by being openly defiant, but she hasn’t. She’s still showing up, playing along—even if she’s terrible at it.”

y/n mulled over her sister’s words, her frustration easing slightly. “Maybe. But I just… I want her to see me as more than an obligation. Is that too much to ask?”

Liz smiled softly. “No, it’s not. But you’re going to have to be patient. Someone like her probably isn’t used to letting people in. And if anyone can melt her icy exterior, it’s you.”

y/n groaned, flopping back onto the couch. “Why do I have to be the one to do all the work?”

Liz laughed, standing. “Because you’re the sunbeam in this partnership, darling. Now, get some rest. Tomorrow’s another day to dazzle her with your charm.”

y/n watched her sister leave, feeling both comforted and slightly annoyed by her words. As much as Liz’s teasing irked her, y/n knew she was right. If she wanted this to work, she’d have to keep trying—no matter how stubborn Jimin was.

-----

The grand studio was filled with the soft scent of oil paints and the warm glow of afternoon sunlight streaming through tall windows. An ornate chaise lounge sat at the center, draped in silk, where y/n perched with an easy grace.

Across from her stood Jimin, stiff as a board, her posture rigid and unyielding.

“Lady Yu,” the artist began nervously, glancing between the two, “could you perhaps… relax a little? Maybe lean toward Her Highness? You’re supposed to look like you’re in love, after all.”

Jimin’s jaw tightened, her gaze fixed ahead. “This is as relaxed as I get.”

y/n sighed, giving the artist an apologetic smile. “Don’t worry, she’s always like this. Stiff as a sword.”

Jimin’s eyes flickered to her briefly, a flash of irritation sparking behind them. “I’m right here, you know.”

y/n grinned. “Oh, I know. Hard to miss someone radiating so much… enthusiasm.”

“Your Highness,” Jimin replied coolly, “if you want to waste your energy teasing me, that’s your prerogative. But I’d prefer if we just got this over with.”

The artist cleared his throat, nervously adjusting his palette. “Perhaps if Lady Yu placed her hand on Her Highness’s shoulder?”

y/n brightened. “Oh, yes, let’s do that! Come on, Jimin, you can manage one little touch, can’t you?”

Jimin hesitated, her expression unreadable. After a long pause, she stepped forward and placed her hand lightly on y/n’s shoulder, her movements calculated and distant.

y/n glanced up at her, frowning. “You’re not going to break me, you know. You could at least try to look comfortable.”

Jimin’s lips twitched—just barely—but her voice remained steady. “I wasn’t aware comfort was a requirement for royal duties.”

y/n rolled her eyes but leaned into the touch anyway, her sunny demeanor unshaken. “Fine. Be a statue, then. I’ll carry this entire portrait myself.”

The artist began his work, his brush strokes filling the silence between them. As the minutes passed, y/n’s gaze wandered to Jimin’s hand on her shoulder. It wasn’t as cold as she expected—it was steady, grounding even.

“Why do you have to be like this?” y/n asked suddenly, her voice softer than before.

Jimin blinked, caught off guard. “Like what?”

“Like… this,” y/n gestured vaguely toward her. “All cold and untouchable. It’s exhausting.”

Jimin hesitated, her fingers twitching slightly on y/n’s shoulder. “I’m doing what’s expected of me. That’s all.”

y/n sighed, turning her head to meet Jimin’s gaze. “Maybe what’s expected isn’t always what’s right.”

For a moment, something flickered in Jimin’s eyes—doubt, perhaps, or something softer. But it vanished as quickly as it came.

“Your Highness,” Jimin said quietly, her voice steady but lacking its usual edge, “not everyone can be as carefree as you.”

y/n tilted her head, studying her. “Maybe you should try it sometime. You might like it.”

The artist looked up, startled. “Ah, perfect! That’s the look I was waiting for!”

Both women snapped their attention back to him, their moment broken. y/n smiled slightly, while Jimin quickly dropped her hand and stepped back, her cool mask slipping back into place.

-----

The royal garden was in full bloom, a kaleidoscope of colors stretching as far as the eye could see. y/n loved this place—its beauty, its serenity. It was where she went to clear her mind after moments like the awkward portrait session with Jimin.

As she wandered along the cobblestone paths, humming softly to herself, she stopped to admire a patch of roses. Lost in thought, she didn’t notice the unfamiliar footsteps approaching until it was too late.

“Princess y/n,” a low, unfamiliar voice interrupted her reverie.

y/n turned, her pleasant smile faltering slightly as she saw a young nobleman striding toward her. He was handsome, confident, and radiated the kind of charm that usually made her parents beam with approval.

“Lord Minho,” y/n greeted politely, masking her unease. She remembered meeting him at the engagement dinner, though he’d been stationed far from her at the table.

“Forgive me for approaching unannounced,” he said, his tone smooth, “but I couldn’t resist the chance to speak with you alone. You’re even lovelier in the sunlight.”

y/n’s smile tightened. “That’s very kind of you, my lord. But I was just about to—”

“Stay a while,” he interrupted, stepping closer. “Surely your betrothed wouldn’t mind you sharing a moment with an admirer?”

y/n’s patience wavered. “My betrothed might have something to say about that.”

“Would I?”

The cool, clipped tone sent a shiver down y/n’s spine. She turned to see Jimin standing a short distance away, her arms crossed and her expression as sharp as a blade.

Lord Minho straightened, his confidence faltering for the first time. “Lady Yu, I didn’t realize you were here.”

“Clearly,” Jimin replied, striding forward with measured precision. She stopped beside y/n, her presence commanding. “The princess is quite busy. I’m sure you understand.”

y/n glanced at Jimin, a mix of surprise and relief flooding her.

Lord Minho hesitated but bowed slightly. “Of course. I’ll take my leave.”

As he retreated, Jimin’s gaze lingered on him until he disappeared from view. Then, she turned to y/n, her expression unreadable.

“Are you all right?” Jimin asked, her voice softer than y/n expected.

The princess blinked, caught off guard by the question. “I… yes, I’m fine. Thank you.”

Jimin nodded, her posture relaxing just a fraction. “You shouldn’t wander alone. People like him are drawn to power—and you’re an easy target.”

y/n tilted her head, a teasing smile forming. “Are you worried about me?”

Jimin’s jaw tightened, but she didn’t look away. “It’s my job to be.”

y/n studied the older girl for a moment, warmth blooming in her chest despite Jimin’s cold tone. “Well, whether it’s your job or not… thank you, Jimin.”

Jimin didn’t reply, but her gaze lingered on y/n for a heartbeat longer before she stepped back, falling into her usual guarded stance.

As they walked back toward the palace, y/n couldn’t help but notice the slight shift in Jimin’s demeanor—a crack in her icy facade that made her feel just a little closer to her enigmatic betrothed.

-----

The royal dining hall was as grand as ever, with crystal chandeliers casting a warm glow over the long table. y/n and Jimin sat side by side, joined by a few courtiers and y/n’s ever-curious sister, Liz.

Dinner was uneventful until Liz leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “So, Jimin, have you and y/n planned anything for your honeymoon yet?”

y/n choked on her wine, quickly setting the glass down. “Liz!”

Jimin didn’t even flinch. She calmly dabbed the corner of her mouth with a napkin before replying, “We haven’t discussed it. I imagine it will be a standard arrangement.”

“Standard?” y/n asked, raising an eyebrow. “You make it sound like a business trip.”

“Isn’t that what this marriage is?” Jimin replied coolly, not even glancing her way.

Liz’s smile faltered slightly, but y/n wasn’t one to let tension sit for long. “Well, if it’s a business trip, I demand first-class accommodations. I refuse to settle for anything less.”

Jimin finally looked at her, her expression as neutral as ever. “You’ll have whatever arrangements are suitable for a princess.”

y/n narrowed her eyes, leaning closer. “You know, Jimin, you could at least pretend to enjoy my company. It wouldn’t kill you.”

“Let’s not test that theory,” Jimin replied, her tone clipped.

Liz tried to stifle a laugh behind her napkin, but y/n wasn’t done. “You’re impossible, you know that?” she said, leaning closer still, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “But don’t worry—I’m patient. I’ll break through that ice eventually.”

Jimin’s eyes flickered, a flash of something unidentifiable crossing her face. For a moment, y/n thought she might snap back, but instead, Jimin straightened and said, “Good luck with that, Your Highness.”

The conversation shifted as Liz and the courtiers steered the topic elsewhere, but y/n couldn’t help stealing glances at Jimin. Despite the older woman’s composed exterior, y/n caught the subtle clench of her jaw and the faint pink tinge to her ears.

Later that evening, y/n found herself wandering the hallways of the palace, her frustration bubbling over. She turned a corner and nearly ran straight into Jimin, who was heading back to her quarters.

“Jimin!” y/n exclaimed, taking a step back.

Jimin immediately stepped aside, bowing her head slightly. “Your Highness.”

y/n crossed her arms, determined not to let her go so easily. “Why are you like this?”

Jimin blinked, caught off guard. “Excuse me?”

“Like this,” y/n repeated, gesturing vaguely toward her. “Cold, distant, acting like being near me is some kind of punishment. I get it—you didn’t choose this marriage. Neither did I! But we’re stuck with it, so why not make the best of it?”

Jimin hesitated, her usual composure wavering for a split second. “I’m fulfilling my duty, Princess. That’s all there is to it.”

y/n stepped closer, her voice softening. “But that’s not all there is to it, is it? You’re not a robot, Jimin. You feel things—you just won’t let yourself show it.”

For a moment, Jimin said nothing, her eyes locked on y/n’s. Then, she stepped back, her expression hardening again. “Good night, Your Highness.”

She turned and walked away, leaving y/n standing alone in the dimly lit hallway, her heart pounding with frustration—and something else she couldn’t quite name.

-----

It was late afternoon, and y/n found herself in the library, where she’d tracked Jimin down after spotting her heading inside. y/n had been determined to spend more time with her aloof betrothed, hoping that persistence would eventually chip away at Jimin’s icy walls.

“Jimin,” y/n said brightly, stepping into the quiet room. “I was thinking we could take a ride through the woods tomorrow. It’s been ages since I’ve been horseback riding, and I hear you’re quite skilled.”

Jimin, seated at one of the tables, barely looked up from the book she was reading. “I’ll have to decline, Princess. My schedule is already full.”

y/n rolled her eyes, walking over to the table. “Oh, come on. You can’t tell me there’s nothing you can shift around. It’ll be fun!”

Jimin closed her book with a quiet snap, finally meeting y/n’s gaze. Her expression was impassive, but her words carried a sharp edge. “Why do you keep doing this?”

y/n blinked, taken aback. “Doing what?”

“This,” Jimin said, gesturing vaguely. “Trying to force something that isn’t there. We’re not friends, y/n. We’re not lovers. We’re a political arrangement, nothing more. So stop trying to make it something it’s not.”

The words hit y/n like a slap. For a moment, she could only stare at Jimin, the older girl’s cold demeanor cutting deeper than ever before.

“I see,” y/n said softly, her voice trembling despite her best efforts. “Well, thank you for clearing that up.”

She turned and walked away before Jimin could see the tears welling up in her eyes.

-----

For the next few days, y/n kept her distance. She attended meals, meetings, and events with Jimin as expected, but she no longer went out of her way to engage with her. Her sunny demeanor dimmed, replaced by a polite but distant professionalism that mirrored Jimin’s own.

At first, Jimin didn’t seem to notice—or perhaps she pretended not to. But as the days turned into a week, something shifted.

During a formal dinner with visiting dignitaries, y/n sat beside Jimin but barely acknowledged her. She laughed and chatted with the guests, her charm on full display, but when Jimin made an offhand comment to her, the princess responded with a curt nod and returned her attention to the others.

Liz noticed the change almost immediately. After the dinner, she pulled her sister aside.

“What’s going on?” Liz asked, her voice laced with concern.

“Nothing,” y/n said, forcing a smile. “I’m just… taking Jimin’s advice. Treating this marriage for what it is.”

Liz frowned. “y/n…”

“I’m fine, Liz,” y/n interrupted, her tone firmer than usual. “Really. Don’t worry about me.”

But Liz did worry—and so, it seemed, did Jimin.

-----

One evening, Jimin found herself pacing in her quarters, an unfamiliar knot of unease twisting in her chest. She’d told herself that y/n’s retreat was a good thing—that it was what she wanted. But now, as she replayed their last real conversation in her mind, a strange guilt began to creep in.

The next morning, she saw y/n in the garden, speaking with a young nobleman who had clearly taken an interest in her. y/n laughed at something he said, her smile radiant but tinged with a faint sadness that Jimin couldn’t ignore.

Jimin’s hand tightened into a fist at her side.

“Jealous, are we?” Liz’s voice startled her.

Jimin turned to find y/n’s sister standing a few feet away, arms crossed and a knowing smirk on her face.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jimin replied coolly.

“Sure you don’t,” Liz said, stepping closer. “But let me give you a piece of advice, Jimin. If you keep pushing her away, you’re going to lose her—and not just as your wife.”

With that, Liz walked away, leaving Jimin alone with her thoughts—and the uncomfortable realization that maybe, just maybe, she didn’t want to lose y/n after all.

-----

The shift in y/n’s demeanor was subtle, but it was enough to unsettle Jimin. The princess still fulfilled her royal duties with grace, smiling politely during public appearances and chatting animatedly with others, but when it came to Jimin, the warmth that once radiated from her was gone.

She no longer sought Jimin out for conversation or tried to include her in her plans. In fact, y/n seemed to avoid her whenever possible, her interactions reduced to formalities.

It was driving Jimin mad.

One afternoon, Jimin spotted y/n in the palace gardens, sitting on a bench with a sketchpad balanced on her lap. She was alone, the usual crowd of admirers conspicuously absent.

Jimin hesitated for a moment before approaching.

“Good afternoon, Princess,” she said, her voice carefully measured.

y/n looked up, her expression unreadable. “Good afternoon, Jimin.”

Jimin cleared her throat. “I didn’t know you sketched.”

y/n shrugged, her gaze returning to the page. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me.”

The words stung, but Jimin didn’t let it show. She took a seat on the bench beside the princess, her posture stiff. “May I see?”

y/n hesitated, then turned the sketchpad toward Jimin. The drawing was of a rose bush nearby, its petals rendered with surprising detail.

“It’s beautiful,” Jimin said honestly.

“Thank you,” y/n replied, her tone polite but distant. She pulled the sketchpad back and began to pack up her supplies.

“You’re leaving already?” Jimin asked.

“I have other things to do,” y/n said simply, standing and giving Jimin a small nod. “Enjoy the garden, Jimin.”

As y/n walked away, Jimin felt an unfamiliar pang of frustration—and something deeper.

The next evening, Jimin found y/n in the grand ballroom, practicing a waltz with one of the royal instructors. She stood in the doorway, watching as y/n twirled gracefully across the floor, her laughter filling the air as the instructor made a joking remark.

When the lesson ended and the instructor left, Jimin stepped inside.

“You’re a good dancer,” she said.

y/n turned, her expression neutral. “Thank you.”

Jimin hesitated. “Would you like to dance again?”

y/n raised an eyebrow. “Why? So you can criticize my form?”

Jimin frowned. “I never—”

y/n cut her off. “It doesn’t matter. I’m tired, Jimin. Goodnight.”

She swept past Jimin without another word, leaving the older girl standing alone in the ballroom, her hands clenched into fists.

Later that night, Jimin paced in her quarters, replaying the events of the past week in her mind. She couldn’t deny it any longer—she missed y/n’s warmth, her laughter, her relentless optimism.

The next morning, she made her way to the kitchens, where she quietly requested a tray of y/n’s favorite breakfast items.

When the tray was delivered to y/n’s chambers, the princess opened the door to find Jimin standing there, her expression unusually hesitant.

“What’s this?” y/n asked, her eyes narrowing slightly.

“A peace offering,” Jimin said, her voice soft.

y/n folded her arms. “Why would you think we’re at war?”

Jimin sighed, running a hand through her hair. “I’ve been… difficult. And I know I’ve hurt you. I just… I wanted to apologize.”

y/n regarded her for a long moment, her expression unreadable. Then, she stepped aside, motioning for Jimin to enter.

“Come in,” she said.

It wasn’t much, but it was a start.

-----

The following days saw Jimin trying, in her own awkward way, to bridge the gap between her and y/n. It wasn’t dramatic or grand, but in small, quiet gestures that spoke louder than words.

One morning, y/n walked into the dining hall to find Jimin already there, holding a cup of tea.

“For you,” Jimin said, extending the cup.

The younger girl blinked, caught off guard. “You made me tea?”

Jimin nodded. “I remembered you said you liked it with a hint of honey.”

y/n hesitated for a moment before accepting the cup. She sipped it, hiding the flicker of surprise when it turned out to be exactly how she liked it. “Thank you,” she said, her tone guarded.

Jimin gave her a small nod before returning to her seat, leaving y/n to wonder how long she’d been paying attention.

Despite Jimin’s efforts, her cold demeanor still slipped through at times.

During a formal event, y/n was her usual charming self, mingling effortlessly with the guests. Jimin, standing at her side, remained stoic and distant.

When one of the guests, a visiting duke, complimented y/n on her beauty and grace, Jimin didn’t react. But when the duke asked y/n for a dance, Jimin’s jaw tightened imperceptibly.

y/n, sensing the tension, agreed to the dance with a dazzling smile. She glided across the floor, her laughter echoing as the duke made her spin.

Jimin watched from the sidelines, her expression unreadable. But when y/n returned, she couldn’t resist a sharp comment.

“You seemed to enjoy yourself,” Jimin said, her voice cool.

y/n raised an eyebrow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing,” Jimin muttered, turning away.

y/n stared after her, a mix of frustration and confusion bubbling in her chest. Still as charming as ever…

That night, Jimin found herself pacing outside y/n’s chambers, debating whether to knock. Finally, she mustered the courage and raised her hand, rapping gently on the door.

“Come in,” the princess called.

Jimin stepped inside to find the younger girl sitting by the fireplace, a book in her lap. She looked up, her expression guarded.

“Can I help you?” y/n asked.

Jimin shifted awkwardly. “I wanted to apologize. For earlier.”

y/n set her book aside, studying Jimin carefully. “Why are you trying so hard, Jimin?”

Jimin froze, caught off guard by the question.

y/n continued, her voice tinged with vulnerability. “For weeks, you made it clear that you wanted nothing to do with me. And now you’re bringing me tea and apologizing for things you wouldn’t have thought twice about before. What changed?”

Jimin hesitated, her usual composure cracking under y/n’s piercing gaze. Finally, she spoke, her voice quiet.

“You did.”

y/n’s breath caught, her heart pounding in her chest. She opened her mouth to respond, but Jimin shook her head.

“Goodnight, Princess,” Jimin said, her voice soft as she turned and left the room, leaving y/n staring after her, a swirl of emotions in her chest.

-----

The days that followed were a dance of unspoken words and cautious steps. y/n maintained her composure, determined not to let Jimin’s sudden change of heart sway her so easily.

But Jimin didn’t stop.

She would linger longer during shared meals, initiating small conversations. She would occasionally stand by y/n’s side during public engagements, offering quiet, steady support. And she began leaving little notes for y/n—short, thoughtful messages that appeared in unexpected places:

“You did well today.”

“Your sketch was beautiful.”

“The garden looks brighter with you in it.”

y/n found herself collecting these notes, tucking them away in a small box in her chambers. She told herself it was out of habit, not sentimentality.

One evening, y/n was in the library, browsing through the shelves. She reached for a book just as another hand brushed against hers.

She looked up to find Jimin standing beside her.

“I didn’t mean to startle you,” Jimin said, stepping back slightly.

“You didn’t,” y/n replied, her tone even. She pulled the book from the shelf and held it to her chest. “Did you need something?”

Jimin hesitated, her eyes scanning y/n’s face. “I… just wanted to talk.”

y/n raised an eyebrow. “About what?”

“About us,” Jimin said, her voice steady but quiet.

y/n froze, her fingers tightening on the book. “There’s nothing to talk about. We both know what this is—a marriage of convenience, nothing more.”

Jimin flinched at the words but didn’t back down. “It doesn’t have to be.”

y/n’s heart skipped a beat, but she forced a bitter laugh. “And now you care? After weeks of making me feel like a stranger in my own marriage?”

Jimin’s expression crumbled slightly. “I was wrong. I see that now. But I’m trying, y/n. Can’t you see that?”

y/n shook her head, stepping back. “Trying isn’t enough, Jimin. Not anymore.”

She turned and left the library, leaving Jimin standing there, her outstretched hand falling to her side.

Later that night, y/n sat by her window, the book unopened in her lap. She stared at the small box of notes on her desk, her chest tight.

She wanted to believe Jimin. She wanted to forgive her, to let herself hope again. But the hurt was still too fresh.

On the other side of the palace, Jimin sat alone in her quarters, replaying y/n’s words over and over in her mind.

She clenched her fists, a rare flicker of vulnerability crossing her face. “I’ll prove it to you, my princess,” she whispered to herself.

-----

The morning air was crisp as y/n strolled through the palace gardens, her mind preoccupied. She paused by the fountain, the soft sound of water soothing her restless thoughts.

“Good morning.”

y/n turned to find Jimin standing a few steps away, holding something behind her back.

“Good morning,” the princess replied cautiously.

Without a word, Jimin stepped closer and revealed a small, neatly wrapped bundle. y/n’s brow furrowed as she took it. “What’s this?”

“Open it,” Jimin said simply.

Inside was a sketchbook, the cover embossed with intricate floral patterns. y/n’s breath hitched.

“I noticed your old one was nearly full,” Jimin explained, her voice quiet but steady. “I thought you might need a new one.”

y/n stared at the gift, her emotions warring within her. “You’ve been watching me that closely?”

Jimin’s cheeks flushed slightly, but she nodded. “I always have.”

For a moment, y/n didn’t know what to say. Finally, she managed, “Thank you. It’s… thoughtful.”

Jimin offered a small smile. “You’re welcome.”

Later that evening, y/n was in her chambers, flipping through the pages of her old sketchbook. She traced her fingers over a half-finished drawing of the palace gardens, a memory of a quiet morning spent in solitude.

A soft knock interrupted her thoughts.

“Come in,” she called.

To her surprise, Jimin entered, carrying two steaming cups of tea.

“I thought you might want some company,” Jimin said, her voice tentative.

y/n blinked, her defenses faltering. “You didn’t have to—”

“I wanted to,” Jimin interrupted, setting the cups down on the small table by the fireplace.

For a moment, they sat in silence, the warmth of the tea and the crackling fire filling the room.

“You keep trying so hard,” y/n finally said, her voice soft. “Why?”

Jimin stared into her cup, choosing her words carefully. “Because I care. And because I know I’ve hurt you.”

y/n’s heart ached at the raw honesty in Jimin’s voice. She wanted to believe her, to trust that this wasn’t just another fleeting attempt to make amends.

The next day, y/n found herself wandering back to the library, her new sketchbook in hand. She settled by the large window overlooking the gardens, the light perfect for drawing.

She didn’t notice Jimin enter until she felt a presence beside her.

“May I sit?” Jimin asked.

The princess hesitated before nodding.

For the next hour, they sat in companionable silence. y/n sketched while Jimin read, the unspoken tension between them slowly easing.

As y/n finished a drawing of a rose, she glanced at Jimin out of the corner of her eye. The older girl seemed so calm, so focused, and yet there was a softness in her expression that the younger girl hadn’t seen before.

“Jimin,” y/n said softly.

Jimin looked up, her dark eyes meeting y/n’s.

“Thank you,” y/n said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jimin didn’t ask what for. She simply nodded, a faint smile tugging at her lips.

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The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the palace gardens. y/n found herself there again, this time with her sketchbook open on her lap. The page was blank, though—her thoughts too restless to focus.

She heard the familiar sound of boots crunching on the gravel and didn’t need to look up to know who it was.

Jimin approached, a hesitant smile on her face. “You’re here again.”

y/n shrugged, her voice softer than usual. “The garden’s quiet. Helps me think.”

Jimin stood there for a moment before taking a seat on the bench beside her, careful to leave just enough space to not crowd her.

y/n let the silence linger, but the weight of the past weeks pressed heavily on her chest. Finally, she spoke. “Why did it take you so long?”

Jimin blinked, caught off guard. “What do you mean?”

“To see me,” y/n clarified, her voice trembling slightly. “To see us. You’ve been so cold, so distant, and I—” She broke off, shaking her head. “Never mind.”

“No,” Jimin said quickly, leaning forward. “Please. Go on.”

y/n hesitated, her walls wavering, before she let out a shaky breath. “I gave you everything, Jimin. I tried so hard to make this work, to build something out of this arrangement. And you…” She trailed off, her voice breaking.

Jimin’s chest tightened as she watched y/n fight back tears. “I know,” she said quietly. “I know I hurt you. I was scared, y/n. Scared of losing myself in something I didn’t choose.”

y/n looked at her, her eyes searching Jimin’s face. “And now?”

Jimin held her gaze, her voice steady. “Now I know that losing you would be worse.”

The words hung in the air, raw and unfiltered. y/n felt her heart skip, the weight of her defenses finally crumbling.

Jimin reached out hesitantly, her hand brushing against y/n’s. When the princess didn’t pull away, Jimin gently took her hand, lacing their fingers together.

“I’m sorry,” Jimin said, her voice barely above a whisper. “For everything. For being too proud, too stubborn to see what was right in front of me.”

y/n’s lips trembled as she whispered back, “You really hurt me.”

“I know,” Jimin said, her grip tightening slightly. “And I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you, if you’ll let me.”

For the first time in what felt like forever, the princess let herself smile—a small, tentative smile, but one filled with hope.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” she teased lightly, her voice still thick with emotion.

Jimin’s lips quirked into the faintest of smiles. “This one, I intend to keep.”

That night, for the first time since their marriage, y/n didn’t retreat to her chambers alone. Instead, she found herself sitting with Jimin in the drawing room, sharing stories and laughter late into the night.

The tension that had once defined their relationship was replaced by something new—something fragile but undeniably real.

As y/n watched Jimin laugh at one of her jokes, she felt her heart swell. Maybe, just maybe, they could build something beautiful together after all.

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It started slowly.

y/n and Jimin made an unspoken agreement to focus on friendship. They spent time together—not out of obligation, but because they genuinely enjoyed each other’s company.

At first, it was small things: sharing meals, taking walks in the gardens, or sitting by the fire late at night talking about everything and nothing. y/n’s bright personality began to coax more smiles out of Jimin, and Jimin’s quiet attentiveness made the princess feel seen in a way she hadn’t expected.

One afternoon, Jimin caught the princess humming to herself while sketching under the shade of a large oak tree. The sound was soft, almost imperceptible, but it made Jimin pause in her tracks.

“You sing too?” Jimin asked, startling y/n.

The princess looked up, her cheeks pink. “Only when no one’s listening.”

Jimin smirked as she took a seat beside her. “Too late for that.”

y/n rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her smile. “Don’t expect a performance anytime soon.”

“I wouldn’t dare,” Jimin teased, her tone playful.

They fell into easy conversation after that, laughter punctuating their words. Jimin found herself watching y/n closely, her heart tugging unexpectedly at the way the sunlight caught in her hair and the way her laughter sounded like music.

It wasn’t long before y/n began noticing Jimin in a different light as well. One evening, as they sparred together in the palace training grounds—a habit Jimin insisted on teaching y/n for self-defense—the princess caught herself staring.

Jimin’s movements were fluid and precise, her focus unshakable. When she turned to y/n, breathless and flushed, the princess felt her heart skip a beat.

“You’re distracted,” Jimin said, raising an eyebrow.

y/n blinked, shaking herself out of her daze. “Just… admiring your technique.”

Jimin smirked, clearly amused but choosing not to push further. “Let’s see if you can keep up.”

y/n tried her best, but her thoughts lingered long after the session ended.

One night, they sat together in the library, the soft glow of the fireplace casting warm shadows around the room. y/n had fallen asleep against Jimin’s shoulder, her sketchbook resting on her lap.

Jimin stayed perfectly still, not wanting to disturb her. She looked down at y/n’s peaceful expression, her heart swelling with an unfamiliar warmth.

Without thinking, Jimin gently brushed a strand of hair from y/n’s face. The touch lingered, and for the first time, Jimin allowed herself to admit what she’d been feeling for weeks now.

She was falling in love with her princess.

The princess, meanwhile, was experiencing her own epiphany. Every small gesture from Jimin—her thoughtfulness, her subtle humor, her quiet strength—made y/n’s heart ache in a way that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

One morning, as they walked through the palace gardens, y/n blurted out, “Do you ever think about what this could’ve been if we weren’t forced into it?”

Jimin stopped in her tracks, her expression unreadable. “What do you mean?”

y/n turned to her, her voice quieter now. “I mean… if we’d met under different circumstances. Do you think we still would’ve found our way to each other?”

Jimin’s gaze softened, her heart pounding in her chest. “I think,” she said carefully, “that I would’ve been drawn to you no matter the circumstances.”

y/n’s breath hitched, her eyes searching Jimin’s for any hint of hesitation. There was none.

The moment hung between them, heavy with unspoken emotion.

Finally, y/n took a step closer, her voice barely above a whisper. “Jimin…”

Jimin didn’t wait for her to finish. She leaned down, her lips brushing against y/n’s in the gentlest of kisses.

It was tentative at first, a question rather than an answer. But when y/n’s hand came up to rest against Jimin’s cheek, the kiss deepened, their hearts aligning in a way neither of them had expected.

When they finally pulled apart, y/n’s smile was brighter than the sun. “So much for just being friends,” she teased softly.

Jimin chuckled, her own smile rare but genuine. “I think we’ve always been more than that.”

The days after their kiss felt like the calm after a storm—quiet but charged with the promise of something new. y/n and Jimin found themselves navigating this shift in their relationship with cautious excitement, their once-tense dynamic now replaced by something tender and unspoken.

One evening, as they stood side by side in the grand ballroom during a royal banquet, y/n caught Jimin sneaking glances at her.

“Something on your mind, Lady Yu?” y/n teased softly, her voice low enough to not draw attention.

Jimin smirked, leaning in just enough for her words to be heard. “Just admiring my princess.”

y/n’s cheeks flushed, but she masked it with a bright smile as she turned to greet a nobleman approaching them.

Their newfound closeness didn’t go unnoticed by the king and queen. Liz, of course, had been quick to pick up on it, but she kept her observations to herself—though not without an occasional knowing smile aimed at her younger sister.

Later that night, after the banquet had ended, Jimin and y/n retreated to the palace gardens. The moon was high, its silver light casting a serene glow over the flowers.

y/n sat on the edge of the fountain, her hands tracing patterns on the surface of the water. Jimin stood nearby, her arms crossed as she watched y/n with quiet admiration.

“Do you think we can really make this work?” y/n asked suddenly, breaking the silence.

Jimin stepped closer, her voice firm. “I know we can.”

y/n looked up at her, her expression vulnerable. “What if it’s not enough? What if people expect more from us than we can give?”

Jimin knelt before her, taking y/n’s hands in her own. “Let them expect what they want. We’ll figure it out together—our way.”

y/n smiled, her heart swelling with a mixture of hope and love. “You always know what to say.”

Jimin chuckled. “Not always. But when it comes to you, I’ll keep trying until I get it right.”

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Their relationship wasn’t perfect—there were still challenges ahead, expectations to navigate, and their own fears to confront. But for the first time since their marriage, y/n and Jimin felt like they were truly partners.

As they walked back to their chambers that night, their hands brushing but not quite holding, y/n glanced at Jimin and said, “You know, this might actually work.”

Jimin smiled, her voice full of quiet determination. “It already is.”

They reached the threshold of their shared quarters, pausing for a moment before stepping inside. y/n turned to Jimin, her gaze soft but unwavering. “Goodnight, Jimin.”

Jimin leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to y/n’s forehead. “Goodnight, my princess.”

As the door closed behind them, both women felt a sense of peace they hadn’t known before—a peace that came from knowing they were no longer facing the world alone.

The palace bustled with life as y/n and Jimin prepared to host their first event as a couple—a celebration of unity that symbolized not only their marriage but the bond they had worked so hard to build.

y/n stood by Jimin’s side, her smile radiant, her heart full. As they greeted guests together, their fingers brushed ever so slightly—a silent promise of everything they had yet to face and everything they would face together.

Because in the end, their story wasn’t about an arranged marriage or a forced partnership. It was about finding love in the most unexpected of places—and choosing each other every step of the way.

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Bonus:

The royal dining hall was quiet, with just the royal family gathered for breakfast. y/n sat next to Jimin, their usual spots now seemingly closer than before. Liz, ever the keen observer, was already smirking as she watched the subtle glances between her sister and the stoic guard.

“So,” Liz began, her voice carrying an unmistakable teasing edge, “do you two hold hands under the table now, or are we still keeping things proper?”

y/n nearly choked on her tea, while Jimin’s face remained composed, though the slight tightening of her jaw gave her away.

“Liz!” y/n hissed, glaring at her sister.

The king chuckled, folding his napkin neatly. “Careful, Elizabeth. Tease too much, and y/n might decide to ban you from breakfast altogether.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it, Father,” Liz replied innocently, though her grin betrayed her intentions. “It’s just so fascinating, watching my dear little sister transform into a blushing maiden every time Jimin so much as looks her way.”

y/n’s cheeks turned crimson, and she shot her sister a deadly glare. “I do not blush!”

Jimin, ever the diplomat, cleared her throat. “Princess Liz, perhaps your attention would be better spent elsewhere?”

Liz raised an eyebrow, clearly delighted that she’d managed to draw Jimin into the exchange. “Oh, I’m plenty entertained right here, thank you.” She leaned back in her chair, resting her chin on her hand. “You know, I had a feeling about the two of you. The ‘I’d rather die than smile’ Jimin and the ‘sunshine incarnate’ y/n? It’s like something out of a romantic ballad.”

The queen, who had been quietly sipping her tea, finally spoke up, her tone light. “Elizabeth, dear, leave them be. They’re navigating enough without your meddling.”

y/n shot her mother a grateful look, but Liz wasn’t done.

“Fine, fine,” Liz said, raising her hands in mock surrender. “But Jimin, just so you know—if you ever hurt her, you’ll have to deal with me.”

Jimin straightened in her chair, meeting Liz’s gaze with unwavering seriousness. “I would never hurt my princess.”

The sincerity in Jimin’s voice silenced Liz for a moment, and y/n felt her heart swell.

Liz finally broke into a warm smile, leaning forward. “Good answer. You’ll do just fine, Lady Yu.”

The king and queen exchanged amused glances as Liz finally moved on to her breakfast, leaving y/n and Jimin to share a quiet, meaningful look.

Under the table, y/n’s hand brushed against Jimin’s, a small but bold gesture. Jimin didn’t pull away.

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A/N: I never expected this to be so long, but oh well! Hope you guys enjoy it!