#yu jimin x reader smut

[wintersera]

forever mine || alpha!karina x omega!reader

notes: AGAIN sorry for the delay anon but here’s the request!! fun fact i wrote this while listening to the super mario galaxy ost 😭

cw: OMEGAVERSE, alpha karina, omega reader (obvs), maybe rina is a little possessive, use of toys, biting, scratching, g!p rina, creampie, breeding kink

wc 2.2k

your alpha girlfriend was so sweet and caring, the best alpha you could ever wish for. unlike other alphas, she was never too aggressive with you, rather, she was too careful with you- biologically she should’ve been treating you like you were her toy for breeding, but i guess not. nonetheless she was still a great alpha girlfriend.

fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK

first of september- the first ever day since you’ve forgotten to buy your heat suppressants since you started dating jimin. your stomach drops as your pheromones begin to waft around your workplace filled with pure blooded alphas.

shit shit shit i’m dead, oh i’m screwed what do i do? ohhh god what do i do?

it was sorta stupid. yeah- an undercover omega in a job filled to the brim with hardworking alphas. you were doing a great job of convincing everyone that you were just a simple beta. that’s how you landed your job in the first place, but now because of this one stupid mistake, you were bound to lose your job.

“guys…” head manager, a very big alpha man in your words, spoke up. his head tilting and nostrils flaring as he’s looking around the office, confusion on his sharp features “…are you smelling that?” with the attention drawn on your floral scent, you begin to panic as the other alphas begin sniffing around too.

ough,, how do you get outta this situation fast “i think i’ll head out early guys. whoever has their heat is driving me insane it might trigger my rut” how bad of a lie was that. it didn’t matter anyways, dashing out the room with your blazer and bag in, hand rummaging around your trouser pockets as soon as you make it out of the building.

“jesus christ jimin pick up please, please” walking, no- sprinting to the direction of your apartment. you knew your heat was gonna hit you badly. you’ve been taking suppressants for years so having a full blown pheromone disaster for the first time in years was going to be crazy. people were looking at you like you were crazy, but you’d rather have many people look at you weird than have your scent imprinted on the damn streets.

“what’s up?” thank the lord, she answered her phone just in time.

fumbling for your keys trying to shove it into the door lock, you sigh with a heavy breath “uh,, um jimin i’m going into heat- i already feel funny” unlocking the door, you fling yourself into the apartment, slamming the door shut with a loud bang.

“what do you mean going into heat? did you not,,, oh well shit okay give me a few minutes” hanging up the call.

not so much to your surprise, slick was coating your cunt like crazy. to the point where it started to go through your trousers and down your legs. the need you had for your girlfriend was so unbearable.

in a haze, you wobbled to your shared bedroom and grabbed one of her used shirts. her clothes smelt so good, the lingering scent dripping from her clothes was enough to make you keel over and plop onto the bed. you felt yourself getting slicker, your needy cunt needing your alpha to come over and fuck you silly was growing stronger each second she wasn’t in the room with you.

taking matters into your own hands because you couldn’t wait any longer, the feeling of your heat coiling in your stomach was too much. your brain was giving into your biological urges and you needed to get off now or you’d suffer. grabbing a pile of jimin's clothes and making somewhat of a nest on the bed, you surround yourself with the scent of freshly ground coffee. quickly taking off every single piece of clothing, getting right back up to open the box of toys you kept just in case a moment like this ever happened- searching for anything, any toy, that could satisfy you while you wait for your alpha.

whereas jimin on the other hand was worried sick. throughout your two year relationship with her she’d never seen you in a proper heat. like yeah, the heat suppressants and scent blockers helped quite a lot so you were never heavily affected by the symptoms. of course omegas would usually never get this horrible desire to mate this early into their heat, but unfortunately for you, you did have this raging urge to mate so early.

you weren’t so very conscious, you were starting to feel groggy, a feverish high temperature when you touch your head began to appear. this heat was kicking you in the ass and you couldn’t take it anymore- taking the vibrator in your hands and placing it on the highest setting, your hands make there way all the way down to your throbbing clit “a-ah, hnnng jimin come quick…”

so so desperate for her, you pick up your phone hoping that she would answer your calls “please- please pick up jimin”

“i’m almost home baby, do you need something or…”

“just hurry up i’m begging you to come home pleaseee” and who was she to deny your request. stepping on the gas faster knowing that her precious little omega was in need of her alphas presence. she could here your desperation deep within your voice.

“don’t worry i’m about to park soon, just wait for me okay” jimin, knowing how she acted during your very suppressed heats, believed that she could never submit to her instincts since she has never done so when it came to you. that quickly changed as she opened the door, the scent of roses attacking her as she stepped inside. it was a thick scent, it stuck to everywhere and it didn't help that you couldn’t open the windows in time, now your walls were coated in this thick floral scent.

it took jimin a lot of willpower not to give into her urges right there. she felt her rut kicking in and it made her growl in discomfort. never feeling this way in a while, because she took rut suppressants since the two of you started dating, she started growing hazy much like you did. she was a pure blooded alpha which didn’t help either, the intensity of your heat did rounds on her and she had strongest urge to mark you up.

you could hear her footsteps grow louder and louder, her low growls could be heard with the door still shut. quite impressive. she didn’t even say anything when entering, taking off her work clothes only leaving just her boxers on, the line of her hard cock showing through made you whimper out loud. your slick was practically drooling out from your pussy.

in her eyes you were nothing more than a snack to be devoured. her red eyes peered down at you like you were some sort of prey, and you must admit that pure blooded alpha jimin was really arousing to watch. pheromones in the room were strong as hell, your thick sweet floral scent mixing with jimin’s freshly scented coffee smell made a delicious combination. the scent alone driving you two mad.

she went to sit on the bed, still peering at you meek little body. with hunter like eyes she stared you down and licked her lips, “sit up omega” obeying your alpha like the good little omega you are, you sit up from the nest of clothes.

she could hear little puffs of air pour out of your lips, stifling a chuckle as she watches you struggle to sit up straight and look at her straight in the eye. hooking you up with ease, jimin had your body pressed up against hers, sliding one of her hands in between your thighs opening them up with a strong grip “you look so needy for me” a second goes by and she’s shoving you back into the pillow.

“fuck” jimin whispered “how do you smell so good” nuzzling into the crook of your neck, “you smell so tempting, fuck, i can’t-“ she gave your thighs a firm squeeze, exhaling shakily “you need to take me right now, i can’t take it anymore. i need to feel your tight cunt around my cock” her voice low and coarse. in a flash she slipped her cock into your dripping heat, mewls threatening to escape your mouth.

if you weren’t too dazed and horny you would’ve been saying how you’ve waited for this exact moment. jimin didn’t spend anytime fucking around with foreplay, she went straight into pounding your slicked up hole with no mercy. everything she did set your body ablaze, her hands were touching every single inch on your body and it felt so fucking good.

like a ravenous animal she attacked your neck, licking, marking, biting your throat all whilst groaning. her animalistic mind wanting to show that you’re her omega and nobody else’s and by that she had to litter you with marks of any kind, purposely rubbing her scent to mark you as her omega.

every thrust made your back arch slightly off the bed, hitting all the spots you never knew could feel good because of how nice she usually fucked you. you felt how fast and precise her movement was, and it was heavenly.

as your back arched closer to hers, she shifted even more closer to you, practically pinning you onto the bed by hooking both of your legs above her broad shoulders. hitting even deeper then she previously did before, you felt the tip of her cock graze your cervix “mmfh, fuck, fuck- my baby feels so fucking good” saying all that while she’s harshly sinking her teeth into your shoulders.

“s’too much,, ah- jimin, g-good” her urges began to flare up, the only thing on her mind was to mark you up for good. like she was oh so desperate to keep you as hers.

pulling her cock out, in between breaths she instructs you “turn around. y/n turn over for me.. need to- need to fill you up“ taking your legs of her shoulders and flipping you over with ease, again with her predatory gaze, she stares right at your exposed ass in which tempted her to completely destroy you until you can’t stand anymore, leaving you in a state of vulnerability so that she can take care of you.

her alpha instincts were indeed controlling her every movement, the loving and caring alpha you knew was gone. all was left was a dominating alpha who wanted to fuck you till you were filled up with her cum, even if that means you’ll bear her pups.

returning back into your needy cunt, she moans even louder, louder than you’d ever heard. “omega- omega fuck, i’ll mark you. you’re mine, mine only. mine,,, shit you’re mine forever” relentlessly pushing your head into the pillows, her thrusts became frantic and desperate- her movement erratic and messy, it made you love her even more. her alpha side was making you wetter and wetter, bedsheets were covered with your slick.

your moans were insanely unholy. you were screaming and clawing onto whatever you could grab hold onto. her dick growing larger than before and that's when the both of you knew that she was about to knot into you. grabbing her arm for moral support, you dig your nails harshly into them leaving a few minor scars.

right now you looked so fucked out. you were crying, drooling everywhere all while you were screaming out her name. jimin took her time to place a generous amount of bites and hickeys all over your back too. you know… for extra measures of course.

“aah fuck, pleasepleaseplease alpha cum- cum in me” you sobbed out.

“bout to- gonna,, augh fuck cumming” one final harsh thrust into your cunt and her knot swelled as she spilled every ounce of cum into your hole. your cunt clamping down on her as well, essentially locking the two of you. whilst she knotted into you, she swiftly leaned to the back of your neck and inserted her teeth. it hurt a lot, the feeling of her sharp canines sent your nerves on fire, but only a second later and it felt almost orgasmic.

finally she had marked you, but now you were stuck like this for a while. her knot being large enough to just be stuck in this position. both of you were lowkey back into consciousness, the alpha side of her dying down a little bit and the subby omega side of you dissipating.

after a couple of minutes of basking in your orgasm, her knot went down eventually. it was just enough so that you could move slightly which inevitably caused her semen to seep out of your cunt.

“aaah~ can’t… believe.. i… marked.. you..” catching her breath through each word she managed to muster up “that means you’re mine.. forever, right?”

aww big dom alpha jimin was gone, but your cute puppy of a girlfriend was back. you turn around with her cock still in you and see her smiling right at you, her big puppy eyes beaming with glee.

“yeah.. forever”

[bytemee]

MAKE A WISH — yu jimin.

"it's your birthday, make a wish."

synopsis. it's your birthday.

pairing. sugar!mommy!karina x beefy!gp!reader

warning(s). 18+ (smut), g!p reader, dom!karina(?), oral (r receiving), unprotected sex, finishing inside ahaha, she calls u good girl ahahadiohgjh, L smut, and let me know if there's more!

words. 2. sum k

authors note. would become an idol just to try the cakes they give them and drop it on purpose

navigation. main masterlist. request.

you barely had the energy to unlock the door.

your body ached from another brutal shift, your mind foggy from endless assignments and back-to-back exams. all you wanted was to collapse face-first into bed and maybe sleep for twelve hours straight.

your birthday barely crossed your mind.

but the second you stepped inside, the scent of something sweet hit you—vanilla, caramelized sugar, and something faintly floral.

karina stood in the center of your small apartment, looking devastatingly beautiful in an off-shoulder black dress that hugged her figure perfectly. her hair fell over one shoulder in soft waves, framing her lovely face and bright smile.

a small, elegant cake sat on the counter, a single candle flickering on top.

and then, there were the gifts.

boxes—neatly wrapped in expensive paper—lined your coffee table. chanel, cartier, prada. a sleek black bag sat beside them, probably stuffed with things you couldn’t afford even if you worked a hundred shifts.

you sighed, dropping your bag. “karina…”

she tilted her head. “you sound disappointed.”

you stepped closer, rubbing a hand down your face. “i told you not to get me anything.”

a slow smirk curled her lips. “and i told you it wasn’t up to you.”

your shoulders slumped as you sighed, but before you could say anything else, she was already moving. in a few steps, she was behind you, her hands sliding over your shoulders, applying just enough pressure to make you groan.

“you work too hard,” she murmured, kneading into the knots at the base of your neck.

you let out an involuntary hum, your body betraying you as you melted beneath her touch.

“i have to,” you mumbled, leaning back slightly.

karina tsked, her lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. “not tonight.” she reached forward, resting her hands on your shoulders as she guided you toward the table. “sit down, baby.”

you didn’t have the energy to fight her, so you sank into the chair in front of the cake. the small flame flickered, casting warm light across karina’s features as she leaned against the counter beside you.

“make a wish,” she said, her voice softer now.

you stared at the candle, feeling a lump rise in your throat.

there were so many things you could wish for—less stress, more sleep, a break from the relentless pressure of school and work.

but the truth was, the only thing you wanted was her.

so, you closed your eyes, inhaled deeply, and blew out the candle.

when you opened them again, her hands slid down your arms, her lips brushing your cheek. “good girl,” she murmured against your skin.

a shiver ran down your spine, heat pooling low in your stomach.

you turned your head slightly, catching the teasing smirk on her face. you bit your lip, fighting a smile as she pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth. it was a quick brush of her lips, but it sent your heart racing. “if you keep calling me that,” you muttered, “i’m gonna start thinking you want something from me.”

karina chuckled softly, pressing another kiss to your neck. “who says i don’t?”

a soft sigh escaped you, your eyes fluttering shut as you reached for her, fingers curling around the silk of her dress as you tugged her closer. she let you, settling between your legs with an amused hum.

her hands slid down your arms, fingertips tracing the veins along your forearms before she intertwined your fingers with hers.

“you’re supposed to be the one spoiling me tonight,” you murmured, squeezing her hands gently.

karina leaned in, her nose brushing yours, her breath warm against your lips.

“then let me,” she whispered.

you didn’t hesitate.

tilting your head, you closed the distance, capturing her lips with your own. karina released your hands, reaching up to cup your face as she kissed you back eagerly. there was none of her usual finesse, none of the slow buildup that drove you wild. it was all heat and desperation, tongues sliding together, teeth clashing in their rush to taste each other.

and god, did she taste good.

it made your head spin as she pressed against you, her lips moving against yours hungrily. your hands came to rest on her waist, holding her close as she pushed forward. her thigh slid between your legs, dragging against your groin as she crowded you against the table.

a moan slipped past your lips, swallowed by her kiss.

she pulled away just far enough to rest her forehead against yours, her dark eyes filled with lust.

you tightened your grip on her waist, tugging her down onto your lap as her fingers threaded into your hair. karina let out a small gasp, her hips rocking against yours instinctively as you buried your face in the crook of her neck. you trailed kisses along her skin, biting softly at the juncture where her shoulder met her neck. she rolled her hips again, sending another jolt of arousal straight to your front.

the scent of her perfume filled your lungs with every shaky breath you took, drowning out the sweetness of the cake beside you.

"best birthday gift ever," you mumbled against her collarbone.

karina laughed, the sound bright and beautiful. "wait! try the cake."

you pulled away, cocking an eyebrow.

she smiled, reaching over to pluck a fork off the counter before scooping up some frosting. she lifted it toward your mouth, watching as your lips parted obediently, taking the bite without question.

"mmm," you sighed happily as the vanilla melted across your tongue.

karina smiled, pulling the fork back. you watched as she licked the remaining frosting from it, swallowing thickly when she caught you staring.

"want another?" she asked, lifting another forkful to your lips.

you nodded, opening wide as she slid the bite into your mouth. you moaned at the taste, closing your eyes to savor the rich chocolate. when you opened them again, karina's gaze was fixed on your lips, her own parting slightly as she watched you suck the last bits of frosting from the fork.

karina’s fingers twitched against your arm.

her lips parted slightly, her breath hitching just enough for you to catch it.

"careful," she murmured, leaning in.

your pulse roared in your ears as her lips brushed your jaw.

"or i might start thinking…"

she kissed the corner of your mouth.

"that you’re the one who wants something."

your grip tightened on her waist.

"maybe i do. it's my birthday after all," you murmured back.

she set the fork aside, pushing away from you to stand upright. she held out her hand, and you took it, letting her pull you up and toward the bedroom. you felt a flush spread across your cheeks, warmth flooding your chest as she guided you to sit on the edge of the bed.

her hands cupped your face again, tilting your head up as she leaned in to kiss you. you could still taste the chocolate on her tongue as it slipped past your lips, dancing over yours in a teasing motion. her fingers slid into your hair, twisting it lightly as she pulled away.

"let's get this off," she whispered.

she tugged at your shirt, helping you out of it before tossing it aside. her fingers traced along your collarbone, down the slope of your shoulders, nails scraping lightly over your ribs. her hands roamed lower, fingertips brushing over your stomach, tracing the firm lines of muscle with a featherlight touch.

"i love your body," she murmured, almost to herself.

her nails dragged lightly across your abs, teasing the defined ridges, before pressing just a little firmer. "so strong," she mused, hands ghosting over your sides, fingertips skating along every dip and curve.

her hands found your hips, thumbs stroking across the sensitive skin as she leaned in again.

she pressed soft kisses down the column of your neck, pausing to nibble at your pulse point. her lips curved into a smile against your skin, and you shivered.

"my big, strong baby."

you could hear the amusement in her voice, and you couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up in your throat.

"are you making fun of me?" you asked, reaching out to brush a strand of hair out of her face.

"not at all," she replied, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze.

she flashed a playful smile, leaning in for a quick peck before dropping to her knees. you watched as her fingers slid over the waistband of your jeans, unbuttoning them deftly. "rina—"

"shh," she said, her tone gentle. "let me."

you swallowed, nodding.

she tugged at the material, easing it off your hips. you lifted them slightly, allowing her to slide the pants down, her eyes fixed on your face. once they were gone, she placed a kiss against the inside of your knee, then the other, her hands resting on your thighs as she continued upwards.

"such a good girl," she breathed.

you shuddered.

karina nipped at your thigh, making you gasp, her teeth sinking deeper. you groaned as her tongue soothed the bite, tracing along the mark before moving higher. she stopped just below your boxers, looking up at you through her lashes.

you sucked in a sharp breath, anticipation building in your stomach. "you want it, baby?"

your head was spinning, every nerve ending firing. you could feel yourself getting harder, and she hadn't even touched you yet.

you bit your lip, nodding eagerly.

"use your words."

"yes," you breathed. "please."

she smiled, pressing one last kiss to your thigh before shifting closer. she ran her hands up the length of your legs, her fingers trailing over the fabric, tracing the outline of your bulge. you whimpered, trying not to buck into her touch.

"so eager."

she tugged your boxers down, freeing your length, her hand wrapping around the base. you couldn't help the groan that spilled past your lips, and her smile widened. she pumped slowly, working you over in long, firm strokes.

"fuck," you muttered, arching into her grip.

she lowered her head, her tongue darting out to swirl around the tip, lapping at the precum leaking from the slit. your eyes rolled back as she took you into her mouth, the warmth and wetness enveloping you completely.

she bobbed up and down, sucking hard while twisting her wrist just right. you reached for her hair, tangling your fingers in the soft strands, tugging gently whenever she did something particularly pleasurable.

your hips jerked forward involuntarily when her teeth grazed the sensitive flesh, drawing another moan from her lips.

you watched as she pulled off you with a pop, releasing your cock so she could reach up and cup your face again. her thumbs stroked across your cheekbones tenderly. "i love how you feel inside me," she whispered, pressing a chaste kiss against your lips.

she released you, pushing herself to her feet and stepping away.

"get on the bed, baby."

you crawled backward obediently until your back hit the headboard. she climbed onto the mattress beside you, straddling your lap, her thighs bracketing yours. her hands slid beneath the straps of her dress, slipping them down her arms and shimmying out of the garment.

you stared openly, drinking in the sight of her beautiful body—the smooth expanse of her skin, the curve of her breasts, the slope of her waist, the swell of her ass. she smirked, reaching behind her to unclasp her bra and letting it fall to the side. you leaned forward, taking one nipple into your mouth and sucking lightly as your hands squeezed her hips.

"god, you're perfect," you mumbled between kisses.

she laughed softly. "don't stop," she murmured, pushing gently against your chest. you released her breast, trailing kisses down the valley between them. "that feels amazing," she breathed, leaning back to give you better access. you switched to her other breast, lavishing it with attention.

her hips rocked against yours, grinding against your length, coating you in her arousal. you groaned, thrusting up instinctively. "baby," you whined. "please."

karina hummed, pulling away from you. "you want to fuck me?" she asked teasingly, reaching down to stroke your cock.

you nodded desperately, panting heavily.

she lifted her hips slightly, allowing you to guide your length into her entrance. she sank down slowly, inch by inch, eyes fluttering shut as she stretched around you. your head fell back against the headboard, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips. once she'd taken all of you, she paused for a moment, adjusting to the feeling.

karina's eyes opened again, gazing down at you hungrily. "fuck," she moaned, rolling her hips experimentally. she was beginning to believe it was her birthday, not yours. to have you here, like this, moaning beneath her.

her own personal gift.

you gasped, nails biting into her skin. "rina…"

"i know, baby," she whispered soothingly, lifting herself up slightly before sinking back down onto you. your hands moved to grip her waist, guiding her movements as she set a rhythm that had you both gasping for breath.

you arched into her, burying your face in the crook of her neck as her walls fluttered around you. "so good," you mumbled.

"yeah?" she replied, grinning.

"yeah," you replied, lifting your head to meet her gaze. "so fucking good."

her smile was soft and warm. her hands framed your face, brushing your hair off your forehead before she leaned in. you pressed your lips to hers, kissing her slowly and sweetly. karina melted against you, her tongue sliding past your lips to caress yours. her arms slid around your neck, holding you close as you moved together, your hips meeting each thrust.

she broke the kiss with a gasp when you hit a particularly sensitive spot, throwing her head back. your eyes widened at the sight, taking in the way her breasts bounced with every movement, how her cheeks flushed, and her lips parted.

she was beautiful.

you trailed kisses along her collarbone, biting softly before nipping at the hollow of her throat.

"oh," she sighed, rolling her hips harder, grinding against you.

"you like that?" you asked, your voice rough and low.

she nodded, a small whimper escaping her lips. "yes."

you grinned, repeating the action, adding some pressure to her clit. she moaned louder, her fingers tangling in your hair and tugging lightly. "don't stop," she breathed. "keep doing that."

you obliged, pressing a kiss against her pulse point.

"come on, rina," you said, gripping her hips firmly and thrusting up harder. "tell me how much you like it."

she cried out, her back arching as you continued your ministrations.

"i love it," she managed, breathless. "i love the way you feel inside me."

you groaned, sucking a mark into her neck as she spoke. "fuck, rina…"

she pulled away, leaning back until she was practically sitting in your lap, her hands coming to rest on your shoulders. your grip tightened on her hips, fingers digging into her flesh. "so big," she moaned, rolling her hips again, sending a jolt of pleasure through both of you.

"karina…"

your eyes fluttered shut, mouth falling open as you chased your high. "mm, i'm close," you warned her.

she hummed, speeding up her movements as she rode you harder. you thrust upwards, meeting her every stroke.

"me too," she panted, squeezing your shoulders tightly. "don't stop."

your breath caught in your throat, chest heaving with every ragged breath. your climax was building rapidly, heat coiling tightly in the pit of your stomach, threatening to snap at any moment. "fuck," you gasped.

"please," she begged. "i need you."

"i'm right here," you promised, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her closer, burying your face in the crook of her neck.

"please," she repeated, nails scratching along your scalp. "i want it so badly. please, please, please," she murmured, cupping your cheeks. "i've got you. i'm gonna take care of you, baby."

your jaw clenched, your eyes squeezing shut. "rina, fuck. i'm gonna—"

a string of curses fell from your lips, hips jerking erratically as you spilled into her. your entire body trembled, the force of your orgasm leaving you dizzy. you were vaguely aware of karina's hand tangling in your hair, pulling you closer as her hips continued to move, riding out her own release.

your name fell from her lips, a chorus of desperate whimpers and gasps, until finally she collapsed against you. you held her close, stroking her hair while she recovered.

"i love you," she whispered, lifting her head to meet your gaze. "so much."

"i love you too," you replied, smiling softly. "thank you."

she shook her head. "no, thank you." she leaned in, capturing your lips with hers, kissing you deeply and passionately. "happy birthday, baby."

you beamed. "best birthday ever."

"better than the cake?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

you laughed. "well…maybe not."

karina snorted, burying her face in your neck.

[zlut4rina]

D- Minus

Storyline: College professor Yu, 'consoles' you after class about your dropping grades. Offering a helping hand.

Pairings: G!pProfessor!Karina x CollegeVirginStudent!Femreader

Warnings: Smut, Reader first time, unprotected sex, karina lwk a perv, creampie, fingering, slight public sex.

Note: I wish she was my hot teacher :[

Word count: 2k (Short n to the point, me thinks)

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After the bell rang throughout the school, students gathered their things and headed for the door. You did the same, walking from your seat, you started making your way to the door. Till your professor spoke, “Uh, y/n could I speak to you for a moment.” She spoke fixing her glasses, and she stopped her typing on her laptop. Noting the look on your face, she reassured you. “Don’t worry about missing class. I’ll tell her you were with me.” She smiled as she closed her laptop. You nodded and walked to her desk. Her gaze was strongly fixated on you, studying your features for a bit too long. Noticing she was staring, she opened her laptop once again.

“Uh, you seem to be, falling behind on some things.” The faint light from her screen enhances her features. “It’s greatly affecting your grade.” She took a peak at you after finishing her sentence. You stood there, you were aware of tour dropping grades. But it wasn’t your fault, not entirely. No, you weren’t lazy. You just never had the time. Not with your bitchy, constantly drunk dad. Plus having to take care of the house on your own and yourself, along with college was just taking a toll on you. You began to open you mouth till she cut you off. “If you don’t understand the material, I could help you.” She looked at you again, this time staring into your eyes. A small smile formed on the corner of her mouth. “No, I understand it’s just, I can’t really… uh” Hanging your head down you played with your fingers. She reached her hand out and pulled you closer to her, by your wrist. “Is something, going on at home?” her voice full of genuine concern. Her eyes examined your sad features.

Her mind immediately went dark. She knew it was wrong to think of her student like this. But seeing you like this awakened something she didn’t even know she had. Seeing your sad and defeated state made her hard. Your cute pout and the way you avoided eye contact with her. Your voice is softer than normal, as you fidgeted with your fingers. She started stroking your arm. The feeling of her hands on your body just made her ache more. She’s had a crush on you for a while. It’s wrong, she knows, but she just can't help it. Especially when you come to class looking so cute. She loved watching the way your face focused on assignments or hearing your voice when you answered her questions. Everything you did turned her on. It was disgusting how desperate she was for you.

You nodded at her question, feeling defeated. “That’s okay, I get it’s stressful” she pulled you closer to her. Her knee touching your leg. She ran her hand from your arm to the small of your back, a few inches too close to your backside. The feeling surprised you, but not wanting to draw too much more attention to yourself, you let her. “You know, my offer still stands. If you need help, with anything. Just ask” Her tone was soft yet dominating. Her gaze on you was sharp and hungry. “I could use a bit of your help.” You spoke, still avoiding eye contact. She smiled, pulling you into her lap. Her arms immediately snakes around your waist. She let go of you with one of her arms and started scrolling on her laptop. “Let’s start with tomorrow’s lesson, shall we?” You nodded. “It’s the same material as we went over today. But I want to see what you know”

Karina was getting hard. You were sitting on her lap, so willingly drove her mad. The way you adjusted your position on her lap made her groan against you. Your back on her chest, and you sitting directly on her growing erection. She subtly grinded her hips up on you, her hold on your body got tighter. “Let’s start shall we…” She choked out, trying not to lose herself in her desperate state. She scrolled through the questions till she stopped at one and pointed at it. “How would you solve something as complex as this? If you paid attention today it’d come easy, no?” You nodded, but then after you became still. You were completely lost. You were paying attention weren’t you? You thought. Maybe she’d help you. Maybe she’d go over it again for you. “Hm? You were paying attention.. weren’t you?” she spoke into your ear. The words came out slow and seducing. You shivered at her breath, hitting the side of your face.

Her eyes narrowed at you, a sly smirk appearing on her face. “I guess that calls for a punishment, no?” Her breath closer to your ear. Making you gulp and clamp your hands together. For some reason, her being so close to you made you uncontrollably aroused. This was a new feeling. You never thought of your professor this way. Noticing your unwanted arousal, you closed your legs together. “You know, y/n you’re quite the eye sore” her hands began to creep up your shirt. Your breath hitched at the contact of her cold hands on your skin. “Honestly, I’m surprised you aren’t dating.” She giggled at her comment. “I mean, well, anyone who gets to fuck you… would be so lucky.” She spoke into the crook of your neck. Biting it and leaving a small mark.

“M-miss ..” Your own body betrayed you as a soft whimper of her named escaped your lips. She chuckled, her breath against your body sending shivers down your spine. “Hm? What’s wrong. Would you like to finish the lesson?” You could feel the smile creep onto her face. You nodded sheepishly, almost completely submitting to her. She slowly removed her hand from your shirt and back onto the laptop. “Since you weren’t paying attention during my lesson. I’ll make you” she gave your earlobe a soft, gentle kiss after she spoke. Her grip around your waist loosed, dragging her hand up and down your thigh. “Here, this is what we went over today. Tell me if it makes sense.”

You could Barley focus, her touch was intoxicating. You stuttered the entire time while reading the prompt. That being the only thing you managed to get out. Her cold hand on your exposed bare thigh was so distracting. The fingers slowly crept up higher, closer to your heat. “Come on, you’re a smart girl.” She leaned into your neck and gave you a quick kiss. She squeezed your thigh, rougher than she’d wanted. But your reaction was just too cute. The way you bit your lip and closed your legs tighter. “Shall we move on?” her voice was so comforting to hear up close, yet it drove you wild how calmly she was toying with you. You turned back to face her, your eyes glossy, and your lips slightly parted. The way she could tell you were losing yourself into her touch. Your half-hooded eyes staring down at her. She couldn’t help but want to kiss you. Her hand gripped your thigh again, but this time after she let go, she trailed her fingers to your clothed core.

This caused you to close your eyes and whine, hanging your head back a little. She took that opportunity to attack your neck with her teeth and tongue. Her fingers began rubbing circles on your clothed clit. As she snuck her other hand up your shirt again, cupping one of your breast. “You don’t deserve this” she dragged her tongue up to your jawline and kissed it. “But your too fucking cute to resist!” you tried your hardest not to react to her pleasuring words and intimate touches. But it all felt too good. You whined underneath her will, a little upset at yourself for not being able to control it. “Bad girls don’t get rewarded y’know.” She lifted you off her lap, and stood up from her chair. Bending you over on her desk, she pushed her laptop further ahead to give you room. You submitted to her, allowing her to manhandle you.

She lifted your skirt up and pulled your panties down, cooing at the wet spot connected to your pussy. As she pulled them down to your ankles, she rose back up. Trailing kisses up your legs, on your soft skin. You tucked your head into your arms, as if you were sleeping. Trying to keep every noise that wanted to escape, in. Your body arched for her, as she made her way up your legs. Trialing kisses toll she reached your core. She rose and leaned against your body, you could feel her bulge against your bare ass. “If your good, ill fuck you.” She gently caressed your hips, subtly grinding on you. “But ... if your bad, I’ll have to punish you. Okay?” You reluctantly nodded, lifting your head up. Your vision was blurry due to your teary eyes. Her hand was on your back, rubbing circles on you. She looked at you then back to her screen. “So, answer this.” She pointed at a certain problem, she knew you’d understand.

When you answered and got it right, she entered a finger into your soaked arousal. You opened your mouth to moan, but quickly stopped yourself by covering your mouth. Biting your thumb when she started moving. “Come on. There’s still lots more to go.” Her voice was so calm, she knew she had you under her spell. You gulped, and nodded, obeying her every command. She flipped through her plans and stopped on a question, a hard one. Her finger still moving inside you, oh so slow. “Here. Answer this one.” This time, it sounded like she was mocking you, aware of your misfortune. As you stared at the screen, trying your hardest to focus and understand. You physically couldn’t. Not with the way she was fingering you. You felt a knot in your stomach, “Miss, wait...” You covered your face with your hand while the other reached down to hold her wrist. Sensing your climax approaching, she exited your heat. Earning a cute low whine from you.

“You’re driving me crazy y/n” she walked behind you, positioning herself directly to your soaking wet pussy. “Although you don’t deserve an inch of what I’m about to give you” she rubbed your hips, pulling you back onto her slightly. “I’ve been waiting to fuck you for so long.” Her hands lazily ran up your back till they reached your shoulders. “You look so cute like this.” She bit her lip at your weak and submissive body. She angled her tip directly to your entrance. “Miss… wait” you whined out. Reaching back, pushing her away slightly. Her head tilted a bit in confusion, expecting you to continue. “I’ve…. I haven’t” you leaned against her desk more. Biting your lip in embarrassment. “Holy shit, you’re a virgin!” Her voice was high with excitement. Yet she became a bit upset realizing she didn’t know this. She was so in love with you but she never knew you were a virgin.

“That just makes this, so. Much. Better.” Her voice was low, as she continued her sentence, she slowly entered you. Your slick arousal making it easier for her to enter you. You were still really tight. Your jaw hung open as she pushed her entire length into you. Eyes shut tight, gripping her desk with red knuckles. Your head hung low, your body arching on it’s own. Karina thought your reaction was cute. Seeing you so willingly allow this to happen, letting her take your virginity in her classroom. Anyone could walk in, the door wasn’t locked, nor was there a cover in the window of it. “You feel..so good…” her words were shaky. You whine in response, her large limb stretching you out. “It hurts…” You panted, it hurt, feeling her invade you like this. But at the same time, you enjoyed it just a little. The pain slowly turning into pleasure as she stayed inside, allowing you to adjust to her size. “Shhhh your okay.” She slowly pushed her hips forward and back, she groaned from how tight you were. “Shit.. baby” gripping your hips tighter, she started moving faster. You held onto the desk, holding it as hard as you could. Your other hand reached back to hold her arm.

She reached to hold your shoulder, the other hand still on your hip. She couldn’t hold it in anymore. She needed to ruin you. She’s longed for this moment since she laid eyes on you for the first time. She started thrusting into you, as desperate moans and pleas escaped your lips. The feeling was so overwhelming, full of pain and pleasure. Your body rocked back and forth on the table as your mouth hung open. “Fuck, your so tight.” Her pace inside you quickened. Hitting that spot that made your head spin. Her hand on your hip when down to rub circles on your wet clit. Your whines fueled her determination to fuck you senseless. Hearing the way your body reacted to her made her thrust deeper into you, practically fucking your cervix. “Miss, I’m so-“ you didn’t get to finish your sentence. You came uncontrollably all over her shaft. Karina feeling the warm liquid around her groaned. Fucking your through your high, all while chasing hers. She didn’t stop, even after telling how sensitive you were. “I’m so close baby, you feel so good” her body resting on top of yours as she fucked you faster. Her hips slamming against your backside, with an insane amount of force. She moaned in your ear, biting and licking your neck. Her pace on your clit quickened, as so did her hips.

She finally came inside you, your pussy squirting on her hard cock. Your body shuddering as you climaxed again. Her sperm filling you up, so much cake out you could feel your stomach getting tighter with her fluid inside you. As she came, a long groan escaped her lips. Her hot breath on your ear as she whispered praises and kissed you. She lifted you up, and turned you around to face her. Holding you by the waist and pulling you into a heated kiss. She wanted this for so long. To kiss you, to taste you. As much as she wanted to take you again, to hear your pretty sounds again, the bell rang once again. Pulling away from the kiss, she fixed her clothes. “I’ll see you again tomorrow? Make sure to study okay?” she kissed you on your forehead. As you lazily put your skirt back into a presentable position. You walked to the door, limping you heard her voice again, just before reaching the handle.

“Don’t wear anything underneath next time.” Her voice was back to her calm and professional tone. Not looking up at you, she typed on her computer like normal. Your face grew hot, the thought creeping into your mind of what’s to come tomorrow .

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[faebled-stories]

Unbroken Connection

Kinkvember Day 18: Voodoo Magic

Aespa Karina (Yu Jimin) x Male reader

11.5k words

The house was everything you and Karina had dreamed up over whispered conversations and late-night plans—a beautiful, old-fashioned structure with a story in every corner, as if each creak and crack held its own memory. The red brick walls were cloaked in ivy, its tendrils winding upward in lazy spirals, giving the house a sense of timelessness, like it had stood for centuries, watching quietly as generations came and went.

“This place is perfect,” Karina whispered as she stepped onto the wide porch, running her fingers lightly along the railing. The wood was cool under her touch, its carvings faint but intricate. “Can you imagine the kind of lives people must have lived here?” Her voice carried a mix of wonder and nostalgia, as though she could already feel the house’s history soaking into her skin.

“Long ones,” you joked, gesturing to the ivy. “Look at this stuff. It’s practically holding the bricks together.”

She smiled, her eyes tracing the ivy’s twists and turns. “I like it. Feels alive.”

In the gentle evening light, the porch radiated a kind of quiet charm, the sort that made you imagine warm cups of tea and conversations that lingered long into the evening under skies painted by the sunset’s last, tender hues. A faint scent of lavender drifted in the air, subtle yet persistent, as if it had seeped into the walls, lingering from some long-forgotten garden nearby.

Inside, each room seemed to come alive with your presence. The wooden floors groaned in protest beneath your feet, their creaks echoing through the empty halls, creating a melody of movement that felt almost like the house was speaking to you, welcoming you home. The walls, bare and waiting, seemed to listen as you and Karina unpacked, your laughter filling the rooms and softening the house’s quiet, almost eerie solitude. Together, you unearthed each piece of your shared life from the cardboard boxes, placing cherished objects on shelves, letting them claim their new spaces.

“Do you think this place will feel like ours?” Karina asked as she set a stack of books on the mantle. She glanced at you, her head tilting slightly. “Or will it always feel… I don’t know. Like someone else’s?”

“It already feels like ours,” you replied. “But maybe I’m just biased because of how much we’ve already carried in.” You gestured at the half-empty boxes, trying to lighten the mood.

She laughed softly, but her eyes lingered on the empty space around her. “I guess we’ll see.”

Shadows began to settle into corners as the evening light faded, casting the rooms in a dim, golden glow. By the time most of the boxes were empty, you felt an irresistible pull to explore. The house, despite its warm charm, held an air of mystery, as if there were stories yet untold in the very walls.

Wandering from room to room, you found yourselves by the staircase, where a small, unassuming door, almost camouflaged within the dark wood paneling, caught your eye. Its handle was worn, gleaming slightly in the low light, and the door itself was so inconspicuous that you might have missed it if not for the slight draft that seemed to drift from the tiny crack at its base.

Karina frowned. “That’s… odd. Did you know this was here?”

You shook your head. “Nope. Maybe a closet? Or a pantry?” You reached for the handle, but her hand shot out, stopping you.

“Do you think we should? I mean, what if it’s locked?”

“It’s not,” you said, testing the handle and feeling it give way easily. A narrow stairwell descended into darkness, carrying a faint, musty smell that hinted at old things left undisturbed.

“I don’t like this,” she muttered, her fingers brushing through her hair in that nervous way she always did when something felt wrong. “This is how horror movies start.”

You grinned. “Come on, Jimin. It’s probably just storage. Let’s take a quick look.”

Her sigh was audible, but she nodded, reluctantly following as you descended. The steps creaked loudly underfoot, and with each groan of the wood, your own confidence waned just a little. At the bottom, the basement unfolded before you—a space cool and dim, filled with shadows that seemed to stretch and shift in the weak light. Dust motes floated through the air, and rows of shelves lined the walls, each one crowded with jars of indeterminate age, filled with strange, murky substances.

“What is this stuff?” Karina whispered, her voice barely audible over the stillness.

“Looks like… I don’t know. Old preserves? Or potions?” you joked, though your tone carried none of the confidence you were aiming for.

She shot you a look but didn’t respond. Her attention had shifted to the center of the room, where a table stood oddly clean amidst the dust-coated surroundings. Something on the table caught her eye—a doll.

The figure lay whole on the table, its shape unmistakably human yet profoundly unsettling. Its smooth, seamless form lacked any definition—no fingers, no toes, no musculature. The limbs and torso were entirely featureless, as if sculpted from an unbroken piece of clay, leaving an eerie impression of incompleteness. This blank, unformed body served only to emphasize the haunting precision of its face.

The skin of the face was painted with disturbing realism: faintly flushed cheeks, delicately drawn veins, and a subtle sheen that mimicked the warmth of living flesh. Its eyes were closed, the lids resting softly as if in peaceful slumber. The stillness of its expression, paired with the intricate detail of its features, gave it an unnerving lifelike quality that felt profoundly out of place against the blank canvas of the rest of its body. The contrast between the intricate face and the featureless form created an aura of quiet, disquieting intent, as though the doll were waiting to be brought fully to life.

“Who would leave something like this in a basement?” Karina murmured, her voice breaking the silence, sounding small and uneasy against the stillness of the room. Her gaze lingered on the doll, her hand tightening instinctively around your arm. “It’s… wrong.”

“It’s just a doll,” you said, though your voice wavered. “Probably an old collector’s item. Some people are into creepy things.”

“Some people need better hobbies.” Karina reached up and ran her fingers through her hair, the motion an automatic gesture of unease. Her fingers caught on a stray tangle, and she tugged lightly, smoothing the strands into place. A few locks cascaded back over her shoulder, catching the dim light as they settled. She took a step back, her face pale. “Let’s just leave it.”

You nodded, slipping your hand into hers. “Yeah. Let’s go.”

As you turned to leave, you didn’t notice the way her hair shimmered faintly, glimmering in the dusty glow of the basement light. The strands that had fallen from her fingers seemed alive, slipping from her shoulders and moving against gravity. They floated as if drawn by some invisible force, a deliberate motion that defied the stagnant air. The golden threads stretched toward the doll, weaving through the stillness like a gossamer pulled by an unseen hand.

The faint draft that had ushered you down reversed, the air now tugging gently in the opposite direction. It brushed past you with a quiet insistence, carrying Karina’s drifting hair closer to the doll. The motion was subtle, almost imperceptible, but unmistakably deliberate, as though something in the room had claimed the strands for its own.

The strands seemed to hover just above the doll’s porcelain surface, quivering slightly, as though testing the boundary between the living and the inanimate. Then, one by one, they disappeared. They didn’t land or settle—they were absorbed, sinking seamlessly into the doll’s cold skin. The process was slow, almost reverent, each thread vanishing into the porcelain as if it were feeding on them, consuming their essence. The doll’s surface showed no disturbance, no trace of the hair’s presence, yet a strange energy began to ripple faintly through the room, subtle but undeniable, as if the very walls shivered in recognition.

Upstairs, the laughter you shared was nervous but genuine, both of you clinging to it like a lifeline to push back the tension left in the wake of the basement. Karina wrapped her arms around herself as she stood in the hallway, her gaze darting toward the closed basement door. Her unease lingered, etched into the slight furrow of her brow and the way she shifted her weight from one foot to the other.

“Next time,” she said lightly, her attempt at humor wavering in her voice, “let’s stick to exploring things with actual light switches. Maybe some windows too.”

You chuckled, trying to match her tone, but the unease clung to you as well. “Agreed. No more basements. Definitely no dolls.”

She gave a half-smile, though her eyes lingered on the door a moment longer before she turned away. The house seemed quieter now, its warmth tempered by something you couldn’t quite name.

But below, in the still, heavy air of the basement, the doll’s porcelain surface began to glow. The light started faint, a barely perceptible pulse deep within its core, like the flicker of a distant flame. It ebbed and flowed in slow, deliberate beats, each pulse growing stronger, its glow intensifying with a sickly greenish hue that cast long, jagged shadows across the shelves and floor. The air in the basement thickened, heavy with a strange, metallic tang, as if the space itself were reacting to the doll’s transformation.

The doll’s eyes, closed in serene stillness, caught the flickering light in a way that made the lids seem faintly translucent. At first, it was a subtle effect—a play of shadows beneath the painted lashes. But as the glow swelled, the closed eyes appeared to hold a deeper presence, as though something beneath the surface stirred. The lids, once simple and lifeless, seemed to press outward faintly, hinting at a restless energy concealed behind them.

The strands of Karina’s hair, now fully absorbed, had vanished without a trace. Yet, the doll’s features began to shift. Its porcelain skin, once flawless and cold, took on a faint warmth, a suggestion of pliability that hadn’t been there before. The faint blush on its cheeks deepened, almost imperceptibly, as though the glow from within was kindling something beneath the surface. The contours of its face grew more defined, softening subtly, as if sculpted further toward perfection with each pulse of light.

The house seemed to hold its breath. The faint creaks and groans of its old structure stilled entirely, leaving an oppressive silence in their wake. Even the distant hum of the wind outside faded, as though the world itself had paused. In the suffocating quiet, the rhythmic flicker of the doll’s eerie light became the room’s heartbeat, steady and deliberate, an ominous reminder of its growing presence.

Its aura now exuded a quiet, watchful energy—no longer dormant but active, as though waiting for something. The shadows cast by its light danced across the walls, twisting and shifting unnaturally, their movements disconnected from the flicker of the glow. And deep within the stillness of its closed eyes, there was a stirring—fragile yet undeniable, an unsettling whisper of awareness beginning to take shape. The doll no longer felt like an object but a vessel, and the silence of the room seemed to anticipate the moment when its transformation would be complete.

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The next morning, warm sunlight slipped through the bedroom curtains, casting a golden glow over Karina as she stretched and let out a contented sigh. You had left early for work, leaving her alone in the quiet intimacy of the morning. The scattered, unpacked boxes around the room hinted at new beginnings, but her thoughts kept circling back to the basement—to the doll. Despite the unease it stirred in her, a peculiar curiosity tugged at her thoughts. It was like a whisper, faint but insistent, calling her back.

After tidying a few last things, Karina found herself descending the narrow stairs once more. The wooden steps creaked softly beneath her feet, their sound amplified in the heavy stillness of the space. Cool, stale air wrapped around her as she stepped inside, carrying the faint tang of dust and metal. Shadows clung to the corners of the basement, stretching ominously toward her as the dim light flickered. She shivered slightly, her gaze drifting over the jars, cobwebs, and forgotten relics lining the shelves before settling on the table in the center of the room.

There it was. The doll lay silent, unmoved from the night before, yet somehow it felt different—like it was waiting for her.

Her steps slowed as she approached, her fingers hovering just above its surface. She hesitated, taking in its vague, incomplete features. The blank, mannequin-like body contrasted starkly with the face, which, though detailed, felt unfinished. Its closed eyes added to its unsettling stillness. Slowly, Karina extended her hand, her fingertips brushing against the surface.

She froze. The material wasn’t cold and lifeless as she’d expected. It was warm, soft, and faintly pliant—almost like skin. Her breath hitched as she instinctively pulled back, her heart pounding, but curiosity rooted her in place. Tentatively, she touched it again, her fingers trailing across its surface. A faint warmth blossomed under her touch, sending ripples through her skin, as though she were brushing her own body.

Her hand moved down its neck and across its vaguely defined chest. As her fingers lingered, the contours began to shift, the undefined surface molding into shape. Karina gasped, her hand trembling as she watched the doll begin to change. Her breath quickened, and she pressed her palm against its shoulder, marveling as the smooth joint took on a lifelike slope.

She trailed her fingers down one arm, the surface firming and refining beneath her touch. The blank limb transformed into something natural, each joint and curve forming with startling precision. The doll’s hand became delicate and human-like as her fingers brushed its palm, her pulse quickening with the impossible reality of it all.

Her movements grew more deliberate, her hand gliding across the torso. The blank plane of its chest yielded to soft ribs and a curved stomach. Karina lingered, pressing lightly into its sides as though testing its reality. Each pass sharpened the details further—faint muscles, a subtle navel, even the texture of skin. Each touch sent an echo of warmth spreading through her, a mirrored heat that made her shiver.

Her hands drifted lower, trembling as they explored its hips and thighs. The surface molded seamlessly beneath her fingers, becoming impossibly lifelike. She ran her hand down one leg, tracing the length as a knee, shin, and the curve of an ankle appeared. Each detail emerged with precision, her breath hitching as her fingers brushed its inner thigh. The texture was so warm, so realistic, that it sent a wave of heat coursing through her.

Karina swallowed hard, her hand returning upward, her touch almost compulsive now. Her trembling fingers brushed the doll’s chest again, the faint curves she’d noticed earlier now fully formed into soft, rounded breasts. She hesitated, her hand hovering over the surface before tentatively pressing against it. The material shifted under her fingers, warm and pliant, as though responding to her touch.

As she lingered, the blank surface of the doll’s chest changed further. Subtle lines formed beneath her fingertips, the soft material shaping into peaks that were unnervingly lifelike. Her fingers grazed the newly formed nipples, her breath catching as warmth surged through her, sharp and electric, as though she’d touched herself. Each gentle brush sent a thrill rippling through her, leaving her trembling and flushed.

Her breath hitched as her hand hovered over the last undefined part of the doll’s form. Slowly, she pressed her fingers to its lower torso. The blank surface beneath her touch shifted and molded, forming folds and curves with startling precision, mirroring her own. Her legs shook, and a low moan escaped her lips as an intense warmth radiated through her body, her cheeks burning as she clutched the edge of the table for support.

When the transformation was complete, Karina stumbled back, her chest heaving with shallow breaths. The doll no longer looked like a lifeless figure. It was her—exactly her. Every curve, every line, every detail was replicated in unsettling perfection, a hauntingly accurate reflection that left her rooted in place.

Her heart raced as vulnerability crept over her. Seeing her own body laid bare in such an intimate, uncanny way sent a shiver down her spine. She hugged herself instinctively, as though shielding her body from her own gaze. Desperate to cover the doll, she turned away, her hands trembling as she rifled through one of the boxes on the floor. Her fingers brushed over soft fabrics until she pulled out one of her favorite dresses—a pale, flowing piece she hadn’t yet unpacked.

Karina carried the dress back to the doll, her hands shaking as she slipped it over its shoulders. The fabric fell into place with unsettling ease, fitting the doll’s body as if it had been made for it rather than her. The way the dress hugged its frame sent an eerie shiver through her, the intimacy of the moment uncomfortably surreal. She stepped back, catching sight of herself in the mirror across the room.

Her reflection stared back at her, but so did the doll’s. It sat upright on the bed, its face now fully hers. Its closed eyes seemed more deliberate, its lifelike features so vivid they felt alive. The uncanny mimicry unsettled her, daring her to look away—but she couldn’t. Her breath came in shallow gasps, the air in the room heavy with an unnameable energy.

The doll, now clothed in her dress, sat motionless, yet its presence filled the room entirely. For a moment, Karina thought she saw the faintest movement—a slight tilt of its head, a shift of its hand—but when she blinked, it was still.

Her knees brushed against the edge of the bed as she backed away, her mind spinning. The longer she looked, the more the doll’s presence seemed to mirror her own. It wasn’t just wearing her dress—it was wearing her.

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The days following that intimate reveal of the doll Karina had hidden it in her room unsure of what to do with it, she decided to brush it off and distract herself from another full day of being an idol. After an exhausting but exhilarating practice session filled with music, laughter, and sweat, Karina and the other Aespa members gathered in the conference room, their energy palpable. The lingering rhythm of the studio beats still hummed in her mind as she followed her bandmates, feeling the collective excitement that seemed to bubble just below the surface. Giselle, ever the source of contagious enthusiasm, nudged Ningning with a teasing whisper that sent them both into quiet giggles. Minjeong leaned forward, her curiosity piqued, her eyes darting between their manager and the others as they settled into their seats.

The manager entered the room with his usual steady presence, his hands folded and his smile warm. The girls instantly hushed, their attention snapping to him in anticipation.

“Your recent comeback has been a huge success,” he began, his voice beaming with pride. “You’ve topped charts and we couldn’t be prouder of each of you.”

A ripple of pride swept through the group. Minjeong shot Karina a thumbs-up, her grin as wide as ever, while Giselle reached across the table to squeeze Ningning’s arm, the two of them laughing in disbelief. Karina couldn’t help but smile, soaking in the joy that filled the room. It was moments like these that reminded her of why they worked so hard, pouring themselves into their music and performances.

But the manager wasn’t finished. “That’s not all,” he added, his excitement unmistakable. “We have even bigger news for you—you’re going on tour!”

The room fell still for a moment as the weight of the announcement sank in, then erupted into a cacophony of celebration. Minjeong let out a delighted squeal, practically leaping from her seat as she clasped her hands together. Giselle’s mouth hung open for a second before she broke into laughter, her eyes shining with disbelief. Ningning gasped, her cheeks flushed with exhilaration, and she turned to Karina with a wide-eyed look of joy.

Karina’s heart raced as she imagined the roar of crowds, the thrill of stepping onto stages in cities around the world, and the energy of fans who had waited so long to see them perform. It was everything they had dreamed of, everything they had worked for. The thought of sharing their music on such a grand scale filled her with a rush of adrenaline and anticipation.

But as the manager began listing the tour dates, Karina’s excitement faltered. Her mind snagged on a detail she wished she could ignore: the tour would overlap with her anniversary with you. A pang of guilt and regret twisted inside her, dulling the edges of her happiness. She forced herself to stay present, laughing and celebrating with her friends, but part of her was already mourning the time she’d lose with you.

That evening, Karina returned home with a whirlwind of emotions swirling within her. She couldn’t wait to share the incredible news with you, but the weight of the tour dates pressed heavily on her chest. As she stepped into the warm comfort of your shared space, she found you waiting for her on the couch, your face lighting up at the sight of her. The familiar scent of home—a mix of her favorite lavender candle and the faint aroma of dinner—embraced her, soothing her nerves, if only slightly.

“So,” she began, setting her bag down and fidgeting with her fingers. Her voice wavered as she tried to balance the excitement bubbling within her and the regret tugging at her heart. “There’s some big news.” She paused, drawing a steadying breath before the words tumbled out in a mix of pride and hesitance. “The album’s doing amazing, and… we’re going on tour!”

Your face broke into a smile, your genuine happiness for her shining through. Relief flooded her, but the feeling was fleeting. She hesitated, her fingers brushing the edge of the table as she continued. “But,” she added softly, her eyes dropping to the floor, “the tour overlaps with our anniversary.”

Your smile faltered for just a heartbeat, a flicker of disappointment crossing your face before you quickly masked it. “That’s… not ideal,” you said, your voice tinged with understanding. “But baby, when I asked you to be my girlfriend, I signed myself up for all of this. I’d never want to hold you back from that.”

She looked up at you, her eyes shimmering with gratitude as you reached out and brushed a strand of hair from her face. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice heavy with emotion. “I hate that it’s on that day, but… thank you for understanding.”

You pulled her close, wrapping her in a firm embrace. For a while, neither of you said anything, letting the silence hold the depth of your love and the ache of the separation that loomed ahead. The soft beat of your hearts seemed to sync as you held each other, anchoring yourselves in the present.

The lead up to Karina’s departure were a mix of sweetness and sorrow, a countdown neither of you wanted to acknowledge but couldn’t escape. Each moment together felt heavier, charged with a need to make it last. You and Karina spent every spare moment with one another, finding solace in the routines and small joys of your shared life.

Mornings became sacred. The two of you would wake up early, savoring slow breakfasts at the kitchen table. You teased her about her favorite coffee mug—a chipped, mismatched thing she adored despite your insistence that you’d buy her a new one. Her laughter echoed softly, her smile brighter than the sunlight streaming through the window.

Evenings stretched late into the night. You’d sit tangled together on the couch, your conversations meandering through memories of your favorite moments together. She told you how your first kiss still gave her butterflies, and you shared how proud you were of everything she had accomplished. When the words ran out, you stayed wrapped in each other’s warmth, the quiet hum of your love filling the spaces between.

There were moments of vulnerability too—nights when you found her staring out the window, her thoughts far away. She confessed her guilt about leaving on such an important day, and you reassured her with soft touches and whispered promises. 

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Karina’s departure day dawned with a quiet that felt unnatural, as though the house itself understood what was coming. The air seemed heavier, thick with an unspoken finality, and even the sunlight streaming through the windows felt subdued. Her footsteps on the hardwood floor carried an unusual weight, each one more deliberate as she made her way to the door. In her arms, she cradled a large, carefully wrapped box, its presence as significant as the moment itself. The neat bow atop it added a touch of care, and she carried it with a reverence that spoke of its importance.

Her cheeks were dusted with a faint blush, and her lips parted into a nervous smile as she looked at you. There was something shy and uncertain in her expression, a contrast to the confidence she usually exuded. She set the box down gently on the coffee table, straightening her posture before turning back to you.

“I… I wanted to give you something before I left,” she said softly, shifting the box slightly and holding it out to you. Her eyes flicked between yours and the package, searching your face for your reaction.

You took the box from her carefully, surprised by its weight. It wasn’t heavy, but it had a certain gravity that hinted at its significance. Curiosity mingled with apprehension as you placed it on the table and began to open it. Lifting the lid, you peeled back the soft protective wrapping, and your breath caught as you revealed what lay inside.

A nearly life-sized doll, sculpted with uncanny precision, stared back at you—or would have, had its eyes not been closed in a strange, serene expression. Its resemblance to Karina was startling. Every detail, from the gentle curve of its cheekbones to the cascade of long, dark hair that fell over its shoulders, mirrored her perfectly. The doll even wore one of her favorite dresses, the fabric draping over its form in a way that felt disturbingly natural.

You blinked, taking an involuntary step back as you tried to process the sight before you. “Honey… this is…” Words failed you for a moment as your eyes darted between the doll and her. “It’s… so real.”

Karina let out a soft, nervous laugh, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “I know, it’s a little unusual,” she admitted, her blush deepening as she shifted on her feet. “But I had it custom-made, just for you. Since I’ll be away for a while, I thought… maybe it would help you feel like I’m still close.”

You stared at the doll again, your chest tightening with an unplaceable unease. Its closed eyes made it look peaceful, almost restful, but its lifelike features made it feel as though it could wake at any moment. The dress only added to the strange feeling—a version of Karina that was simultaneously here and yet absent.

“Jimin…” you began slowly, glancing back at her. “I don’t know. This feels… like a bit much. It’s just… so realistic.” You tried to manage a smile, hoping to soften your reluctance. “Maybe too realistic?”

Her smile wavered slightly, and a flicker of vulnerability passed through her eyes as she stepped closer. “Please?” she asked softly, taking your hand in hers. Her voice was tender, her gaze imploring. “I know it might seem a little strange, but… I really want you to have it. Since I’ll be away, I thought it might bring you some comfort, knowing that even though I’m far away, you’ll still have something here with you. A part of me.”

Her hand tightened on yours, interrupting your thoughts. “I know it’s not the same,” she said quietly. “But I thought it could help. I just… I don’t want you to feel alone. Even if it’s a little strange, I want to leave you with something that reminds you of me.”

Her tone softened, and her eyes glistened with unspoken emotion. “Please, just try. It’s okay if it feels weird at first. I just… I really want this for you.”

You sighed, the tension in your chest loosening slightly at the sight of her vulnerability. Her intentions were pure, even if the gift itself unsettled you. “Alright,” you said gently, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. “I’ll keep it.”

Relief washed over her face, and she broke into a warm smile, pulling you into a tight embrace. She lingered there for a moment before pulling back, gesturing toward the doll. “Go ahead,” she said, her voice a little shaky. “Look closer.”

You hesitated, then reached out. Your fingers brushed the doll’s cheek, marveling at its texture. The material was soft, warm, and faintly yielding—eerily lifelike. Your hand moved lower, skimming over its collarbone and down its arm. As you brushed against its hand, you glanced at Karina, noticing how her chest rose and fell more quickly than before. Her lips parted slightly, and she pressed them together as though to stifle a reaction.

“You okay?” you asked, watching her closely.

She nodded quickly, her blush deepening. “Yeah, it’s just… weird seeing you touch it,” she lied, her voice barely audible. “But go on.”

You turned back to the doll, curiosity tugging at you despite your discomfort. Your hand drifted lower, tracing the subtle curve of its waist. You couldn’t deny how precise it was—every contour felt real, natural, even though you knew it wasn’t. When your fingers brushed over its chest, you froze, startled by how soft and pliant it felt. The sensation made you glance back at Karina, who was standing rigidly beside you, her hands clenched at her sides.

Her breathing hitched audibly, and for a moment, her lips trembled as though she might speak—but she didn’t. She stayed quiet, her cheeks flushed as she visibly tried to steady herself.

“Jimin…” you said cautiously, watching her reaction. “Are you sure this isn’t too weird for you?”

“I’m fine,” she replied quickly, though her voice wavered slightly. Her body remained stiff, her fingers curling into her palms as she tried to mask her reaction. “Just… finish.”

You hesitated but continued, brushing over the doll’s arm again before moving lower. Your fingers trailed over its legs, the texture as lifelike as the rest of its form. Karina shifted beside you, her breaths uneven but controlled, her eyes fixed on your hand as though trying to focus on anything other than the sensation it might evoke in her.

Finally, you pulled back, letting out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. “It’s… impressive,” you admitted reluctantly, though the unease hadn’t entirely left you.

Karina nodded, exhaling shakily as she stepped closer. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “I know it’s strange, but I wanted it to feel like I was still here with you. Even if it’s not the same.”

Her hand found yours again, her fingers lacing through yours as she rested her head on your shoulder. “I’m going to miss you,” she murmured, her voice soft and wistful.

You kissed the top of her head, your voice steady despite the ache in your chest. “And I’ll be here, counting down the days until you come back.”

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The days without Karina stretched endlessly, each one a slow ache that deepened the longer she was gone. Though you spoke every night, the absence of her presence—the warmth of her touch, the sound of her laugh filling the room—created a void that even her most loving words couldn’t quite fill. The doll she had left behind sat untouched, a silent reminder of her, but you hadn’t found the will to reach for it. Instead, the house felt emptier with every passing day, its stillness amplifying her absence.

When your anniversary arrived, it brought a bittersweet mix of excitement and longing. Determined to make the night special, you poured yourself into preparing the space, setting the table with flickering candles and the bottle of wine she had excitedly suggested weeks ago.

Her request had come during one of your nightly calls, her tone warm with affection. “Promise me we’ll eat the same thing,” she had said, her voice carrying an almost childlike excitement. “Same cuisine, same dishes. That way, it’ll feel like we’re together.” You’d agreed without hesitation, ordering her favorite dishes from a restaurant she loved back home. Unknown to you, she had gone a step further, arranging for someone she trusted to deliver a special instruction to the chef.

When her face appeared on the call that evening, it was as if the ache of her absence melted away for a moment. She looked radiant, her soft waves of hair cascading over her shoulders, her lips curving into the smile that always sent a warmth straight to your chest.

“Happy anniversary, love,” she said, her voice tender and filled with emotion.

“Happy anniversary, baby,” you replied, your tone matching hers. “You look… incredible.”

Her cheeks flushed a delicate pink, and she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “So do you.” Her gaze flicked to the setup behind you, and her expression softened with appreciation. “You really went all out. It’s beautiful.”

“Only the best for you,” you teased, pouring the wine and raising your glass. “To us.” “To us,” she echoed, lifting her own glass with a bright smile. The synchronized motion, small as it was, closed the miles between you, making the distance feel just a little less insurmountable.

The evening began with lighthearted conversation, her laughter spilling from the screen as she shared stories from her tour. She described the places she’d been with an almost childlike wonder, painting vivid pictures of crowded streets, twinkling cityscapes, and quaint cafés.

“When we were in Japan, there was this tiny café,” she said, her eyes lighting up. “They served these adorable matcha parfaits shaped like bears. It was so cute I almost cried.”

“You? Crying over a dessert?” you teased, laughing. “I would’ve loved to see that.”

“You would’ve teased me the entire time,” she shot back, giggling. “But it would’ve been worth it.”

As the dinner progressed, the playful chatter softened into something warmer, more intimate. The food, rich and flavorful, carried an unexpected heat—a subtle, lingering warmth that began to spread through your body. It wasn’t just the wine or the meal itself; it was the way Karina’s voice felt closer, her laughter sweeter, her gaze through the screen more magnetic. Every detail drew you further into the moment, as if the distance between you no longer mattered.

She leaned closer to the camera, her smile softening as her voice dipped into a quieter, more vulnerable register. “You know,” she said, her gaze holding yours, “this tour is amazing, but it’s nothing compared to being with you. I miss the way you hold me, the way you look at me.”

Your breath hitched, her words weaving a spell that wrapped around your chest. “Babe…”

“I mean it,” she continued, her voice dropping further, taking on a sultry edge. “I miss the way your hands feel on my skin. The way you touch me like I’m the only thing in the world.”

Her tone shifted, her words slowing as her lips parted slightly. “You don’t know what it does to me, being away from you like this.” Her voice dipped into a low, intimate whisper. “I think about it every night—your hands on me. How you feel. How you make me feel.”

Heat flared in your chest, her words igniting a visceral need that had been dormant for weeks. You shifted slightly in your seat, your voice thick with longing as you murmured, “Jimin, you’re not playing fair.”

“Who said I was playing fair?” she teased, her smile widening. She leaned back slightly, her eyes half-lidded as her voice took on a deeper, sultrier tone. “I’ve been thinking about you every single night. How your mouth felt the last time you kissed me, the way your hands made me forget everything else…”

She let out a soft, breathy moan, her cheeks flushing as she watched your reaction. “I wish you were here to touch me, to remind me what it feels like to be yours.”

You froze, the sound of her voice and the sheer intimacy of her words leaving you speechless. Your heart raced, the image of her filling your mind with every heated word, the space between you shrinking as her tone drew you closer.

“I need you,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. “Jimin, I…”

“I need you too,” she replied, her voice dripping with longing. “I can’t stop thinking about you. About how much I want you right now.”

Her lips parted, her breath quickening as if she could feel the tension that pulsed through the screen. You leaned closer, captivated by the intensity in her gaze, your need for her overpowering the distance between you. The connection felt real, visceral, until the sharp ring of her hotel room phone shattered the moment.

She sighed, visibly frustrated, and glanced toward the phone. “Hold on,” she said, picking it up.

For a moment, you waited, unsure if she’d return quickly. But when she did, her expression was apologetic, her voice laced with regret. “The manager needs me for something urgent,” she said softly, her tone tinged with disappointment. “I’m so sorry, love.”

The flicker of frustration must have shown on your face because she leaned closer to the camera, her voice soft and reassuring. “I love you. More than anything. And I’ll make this up to you, I promise.”

Before you could respond, the screen went dark, leaving you alone in the charged stillness of your room.

You paced back and forth, your body still thrumming with the heat her words had stirred. The ache she’d left behind was relentless, her voice and the way she’d looked at you replaying in vivid detail. Your gaze drifted to your phone, lingering on the memory of her, when a notification lit up the screen.

A message from Karina.

Your heart leapt as you opened it. The photo hit you like a wave—a shot of her sprawled across the bed, her tousled hair falling in soft waves over one shoulder. Her skin glowed in the warm, muted light of her room, every curve illuminated with an alluring softness. Her lips were curled into a sultry, knowing smile, and her arms were draped in a way that hinted at modesty yet revealed enough to leave little to the imagination. Her bare chest was exposed, the subtle curves and smooth skin drawing your eyes helplessly downward. The photo was bold and intimate, a perfect balance of suggestion and revelation, pulling you deeper into her web with every detail.

The caption read: I hope this is the start of my apology.

You stared at the image, your breath catching as a mix of desire and longing surged through you. The ache of her absence felt sharper than ever, and now her words, her teasing smile, and this image stormed through your thoughts like wildfire.

Far away, Karina leaned back against her pillows, her lips curling into a sly smile as she imagined your reaction. She ran her fingers lazily through her hair, the satisfaction of her plan unfolding exactly as she intended. “Let’s see how long you last without me,” she murmured, her voice tinged with playful mischief.

Your room felt stifling, the air thick with tension as you lay on the bed beside the doll. Its lifelike features caught the soft glow of the bedside lamp, eerily close to hers yet unreachable. Karina’s voice echoed in your mind, teasing and sultry, her plan working perfectly as you struggled with the void she’d left behind. The space beside you felt impossibly empty, the absence of her touch a gnawing ache that the doll’s uncanny resemblance only amplified.

Your hand hovered over the doll’s face, brushing against the smooth, synthetic skin. The texture was startlingly lifelike, warm under your fingers, and as you traced its delicate features—the familiar curve of its lips, the softness of its jawline—it became harder to separate the illusion from the reality you craved. Karina’s name slipped from your lips in a quiet murmur, your chest tightening with longing.

Inside her hotel karina laid on her bed, her bare skin kissed by the cool air drifting through the room. She had orchestrated everything—the doll, the setup, even the lingering ache she hoped would drive you to her gift. She had imagined every step, every reaction, and her body hummed with anticipation as she pictured you succumbing to the desire she’d left behind.

Her lips curled into a smile as she ran a hand lazily along her stomach, letting her fingers trace idle patterns. She could almost feel your touch, phantom sensations that made her skin tingle. “Finally” she whispered, her voice low and breathy. Her thighs pressed together as the anticipation coiled tightly within her. She imagined your hands, your breath, and the way you’d surrender to the distance that had stretched too far.

In your room, you sat up, running a hand through your hair as the ache inside you became unbearable. Your gaze flicked to the doll again, its serene face illuminated in the dim light. Hesitation flickered through you before you reached for the nightstand, grabbing a small bottle of lube. The coolness of it sent a shiver through your body as you prepared yourself, the vividness of your desire making every movement feel charged with electricity.

Karina shifted against the sheets, her eyes narrowing as a pang of doubt crept into her thoughts. What if you didn’t use it? What if her plan had been too much, too bold? Her confidence wavered, and she sat up slightly, running a hand through her hair. Her chest rose and fell with uneven breaths as she whispered, “Did you stop? Was it too much?”

Her mind raced, imagining you hesitating, putting the doll aside. A ripple of frustration and sadness swept through her as she bit her lip, staring at her dark phone. “Don’t pull away from me…” she murmured, her voice laced with longing and desperation. She closed her eyes, trying to steady herself against the quiet ache of disappointment.

But then—she gasped, her body jolting violently as an overwhelming sensation ripped through her. Her eyes snapped open, wide and unseeing, as she clutched at the sheets. Her back arched as her entire body shuddered, an unmistakable pressure filling her completely, so vivid and intense it left her breathless.

“Oh my God,” she cried out, her voice trembling as her head fell back against the pillow. Her thighs quivered as the phantom sensation of your length pressed deeper into her, deliberate and slow, making her toes curl. Every nerve in her body was on fire, pleasure rolling through her in powerful, unrelenting waves.

Back in your room, you positioned the doll carefully, the weight of its form adding to the vividness of the illusion. Your body moved instinctively, your mind entirely lost in the fantasy Karina had spun around you. Each motion, each moment felt electric, her name a quiet mantra on your lips as you surrendered to the overwhelming need she’d left behind.

Karina’s chest heaved as her body adjusted to the sensation, her hands clutching the sheets so tightly her knuckles turned white. “Oh, fuck…” she whispered, her voice cracking as she felt you move inside her again, slow and steady, leaving her gasping for air. The intensity of it made her whole body burn, her skin tingling with the phantom connection that defied explanation.

“You’re… using it,” she whispered breathlessly, her voice tinged with equal parts triumph and desperation. Her lips parted as another moan escaped her, her head turning to the side as she let herself fall deeper into the moment. Her back arched as her body responded instinctively, her hips moving subtly, as if to meet the sensation halfway.

The thought of you, so far away yet so intimately close, sent another wave of pleasure crashing over her. She shivered, her breathing uneven as she whispered, “I knew you couldn’t resist…”

The air felt oppressive, thick with the heat and tension that had built throughout the night. Your body moved with a desperation that bordered on animalistic as you thrust into the doll. Its lifelike softness under your hands, the way its core clung to you with an almost pulsing grip—it all blurred the line between reality and fantasy. Every sensation was heightened, vivid to the point of overwhelming, and you couldn’t hold back.

Your hands roamed over the doll’s body, gripping its breast roughly. The synthetic material gave under your fingers, yielding in a way that felt startlingly real. Normally, when you were with Karina, your touch was controlled, measured, careful. She was an idol, and every step in your intimacy came with a layer of deliberation. But now, with the doll’s unyielding silence and perfect mimicry, you felt none of the restraint you would have with her.

Your palm struck the doll’s breast, the sharp sound echoing in the room. A red flush appeared on its synthetic skin, and you smacked it again, harder this time. The sight of your mark left your breath hitching, your body trembling as the roughness spurred you on.

Karina gasped as the sensation of your touch reached her. The sting of your hand on her breast sent jolts of pleasure and pain coursing through her, her back arching off the bed as her chest heaved. “Oh, my God…” she whimpered, her voice cracking with the vividness of it.

Her hands moved to her chest, instinctively covering the marks she felt there. The roughness of your touch, the sharpness of each slap, only heightened the pleasure building inside her. She could feel every movement—your palm squeezing her flesh, the sting as your hand struck her, and the pressure of your fingers digging into her skin.

Her thighs pressed together instinctively, a futile attempt to temper the overwhelming sensations radiating through her body. The motion only heightened the intensity, amplifying the heat that coursed through her. Her chest rose and fell with ragged breaths, her entire body trembling as she whispered, “You’re so rough tonight,” her voice tinged with disbelief and raw arousal. “I can feel all of it…”

In your room, your breath came in shallow gasps, your grip tightening on the doll’s hips as your thrusts grew more erratic. The lifelike core pulsed and tightened around you, gripping you with a vividness that blurred the lines between fantasy and reality. Each rhythmic contraction drew you deeper, coaxing every ounce of control from your body, the intensity building with each movement.

Normally, with Karina, you would use a condom. It was an unspoken rule—one born of mutual care and caution, knowing how carefully she had to protect her image as an idol. But now, the rawness of feeling completely bare was intoxicating. The doll’s warmth, its pulsing tightness—it all overwhelmed you in a way you’d never experienced.

You groaned her name, “Jimin,” your voice thick with desperation as you leaned over the doll. Your free hand came down on its breast again, the slap harder this time. The synthetic skin flushed under your touch, and you pinched its nipple, twisting with a force you wouldn’t dare use on Karina.

Karina’s back arched violently as her skin mirrored your actions. She could feel your hand gripping her breast, the sharp sting of the slap followed by the rough pinch. A cry tore from her lips as pleasure and pain mingled, the intensity leaving her gasping for air.

Her body burned, her skin alive with sensation as if you were truly there with her. Every motion was perfectly synchronized, every rough thrust and squeeze sending her closer to the edge. Her chest heaved as she clutched at the sheets, her voice breaking as she cried out, “Yes… just like that…”

The doll’s core pulsed around you again, gripping you tighter, almost pulling you deeper. The sensation was surreal, unlike anything you’d felt before. It wasn’t just the warmth or the tightness—it was the way it seemed to respond to you, as though it were alive. The rhythmic squeezing was enough to drive you mad, and you could feel your climax building with unrelenting intensity.

You buried yourself deep inside it, your release crashing over you like a tidal wave. The rawness of being bare, of releasing fully into the doll’s impossibly realistic core, sent shockwaves through your body. Normally the condom muted the sensation, a necessary precaution you’d both grown used to. But now, the sheer vividness of the feeling left you trembling. The pulsing tightness of the doll clung to you, each pump of your release magnified, each pulse drawing out the intensity.

“Ugh fuck,” you groaned, your voice breaking as your body gave in completely.

Karina screamed as the sensation of your release surged through her, a shockwave of impossible vividness that left her gasping for air. It was as if you were truly inside her, every pulse of your release tangible, every rhythmic pump filling her completely. The feeling was overwhelming, raw in its intimacy, breaking through every boundary she had known before. It was not just physical—it was all-encompassing, lighting up her senses in ways she had never imagined.

Her back arched violently off the bed, her legs trembling as the sensation spread through her. Instinctively, her thighs pressed together, her body desperate to contain the fullness, but it did nothing to slow the relentless tide of pleasure. The startlingly real pressure claimed every inch of her, leaving her utterly breathless. Her hands gripped the sheets so tightly her knuckles turned white, her body reacting instinctively to the connection that felt like nothing she had ever experienced.

Lost in the feeling, Karina’s hips began to move of their own accord, grinding upward in a desperate attempt to meet you. Her movements were met only with air, the stark reminder of your absence making the sensations even more surreal and maddening. The futile grinding only amplified her need, her body seeking a closeness that wasn’t truly there yet felt undeniably real.

“Oh, my God!” she cried out, her voice breaking as the intensity of it overwhelmed her. The rhythmic pulses of your release felt endless, each one sending another jolt of pleasure through her. It was as though her body recognized this as something forbidden, something she had never allowed herself to feel—a complete surrender to being filled, claimed, in a way that shattered her carefully controlled world.

The sensations opened something inside her, a deep well of vulnerability and raw, unfiltered pleasure. The feeling of being filled wasn’t just physical; it was emotional, a connection so profound it left her trembling. “I can feel you,” she gasped, her voice barely a whisper, the awe and disbelief clear. “Every bit of you…”

Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, each one more intense than the last. The fullness inside her heightened everything, making her body hyper aware of every nerve, every sensation. It was unrelenting, a tidal wave of ecstasy that consumed her completely. Her thighs quivered as her body tightened around the phantom sensation, her hips lifting instinctively as if to take more of you, to hold you closer.

Her climax ripped through her like a storm, an overwhelming, earth-shattering moment that left her crying out in ecstasy. The pulses of your release seemed to synchronize with her own, amplifying the pleasure as if you were truly connected. She could feel everything—the heat, the rhythm, the way you filled her completely. It felt endless, the connection between you growing stronger, the distance between you evaporating in that moment of shared release.

As the sensations finally began to ebb, her body collapsed back onto the bed, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. The aftershocks rippled through her, leaving her trembling and flushed. Her skin was damp with sweat, her hair clinging to her face as she stared at the ceiling, her mind reeling from the intensity of what had just happened.

A slow, satisfied smile spread across her lips as she whispered, “You couldn’t resist.” Her voice was soft, filled with triumph and affection, her body still buzzing with residual pleasure. Her hand trailed lazily over her flushed skin, the memory of the sensations lingering like a brand.

She closed her eyes, her mind swimming with thoughts of you. “Good,” she murmured, her voice a mix of possession and tenderness. “You’re mine… just like I wanted.” The feeling of being filled, of connecting with you so deeply, had changed something in her. It was more than just a physical experience—it was a claiming, a bond that would linger, no matter how far apart you were.

Karina felt boneless, her body trembling violently as wave after wave of aftershocks rippled through her. Her chest heaved with ragged breaths, her thighs quivering as she struggled to regain control. She could feel every inch of you—the impossible fullness, the lingering warmth of your release pooled deep inside her. Her entire body felt raw, too sensitive, and yet her arousal continued to build. Every slight movement seemed to push it deeper, a constant reminder of how thoroughly she’d been claimed.

Her hands gripped the sheets tightly, her knuckles white as she bit her bottom lip to stifle the sounds threatening to spill from her. Her inner walls throbbed uncontrollably, her body clenching as if unwilling to let go of the overwhelming sensation.

Her back arched off the bed as a sharp sting spread across her chest—a hard slap on her breast. The sound reverberated through the quiet room, and she cried out, her voice muffled as her face pressed into the pillow. Her nipples throbbed, hypersensitive as your grip returned, kneading roughly, tugging and twisting with no mercy. Another hard slap landed, and she gasped, her chest heaving as the pain blurred into pleasure.

Her mind spun as the sensations intensified. Her legs fell open wider, her body yielding completely as the rhythm grew more relentless. Each tug on her nipple sent jolts of heat straight to her core, and the fullness inside her felt like it was expanding, stretching her impossibly more. Her breath caught as she felt your tongue on her skin—wet, warm, and insistent. It circled her right nipple, the pressure teasing and building as you sucked hard, making her toes curl.

“No,” she whimpered weakly, her voice trembling. “No, I can’t—” But her body told another story. She arched into the phantom touch, her breaths growing faster as her nipple throbbed under the attention. The flick of your tongue sent shivers through her, the combination of pleasure and overstimulation pushing her closer to the edge. When suddenly.

Knock, knock.

Her heart leapt, panic surging through her. Minjeong’s voice came through the door, her tone hesitant. “Unnie? Can we talk for a minute?”

Karina froze. Her mind swirled in panic, her body still alight with your touch. She fumbled for her robe, struggling to gather herself. The fabric clung awkwardly to her damp skin as she tied it hastily, her trembling hands betraying her desperation. She forced herself to rise, but the moment she stood, an invisible grip tightened around her neck.

Her breath caught sharply, her head tilting back as the hold constricted her throat. She stumbled forward, her hand bracing against the wall as she gasped for air. The pressure made her lightheaded, yet it only amplified the arousal coursing through her. Her body betrayed her, her chest heaving as she struggled to take another step, each movement sending the fullness pressing impossibly deeper inside her.

“Oh, God,” she choked out softly, her knees wobbling as she reached the door. Her fingers gripped the handle tightly, and the constriction eased just enough for her to force the door open. She leaned heavily on the frame, her face flushed and damp with sweat, her breaths coming in shallow gasps.

“Minjeong,” she managed hoarsely, her voice barely steady.

“Unnie, are you okay? You look… really flushed,” Minjeong said, her brow furrowing.

Karina forced a tight smile, clutching her robe around her. “I’m fine,” she said quickly, her voice strained. “What’s up?”

Minjeong hesitated but stepped inside, her expression uncertain. “I just needed to vent,” she began softly. “I messed up during the performance yesterday. It’s been eating at me.”

Karina froze, her body still trembling as the sensations rippled faintly through her. “It wasn’t a big deal,” she said quickly, her voice higher-pitched than usual. “No one noticed.”

Minjeong sighed, sitting down on the bed beside her. “But it was during my highlight part,” she continued, her voice heavy with guilt. “I missed the cue, and I could feel everyone looking at me. I feel like I ruined the whole song.”

“You didn’t ruin anything,” Karina said sharply, her words tumbling out too fast. “The crowd loved it.”

Minjeong tilted her head, her eyes narrowing. “Unnie, you’re talking really fast. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine,” Karina snapped, her voice cracking. She crossed her legs tightly, her thighs clenching as the lingering pressure inside her made her shift involuntarily. “I just… I think I left some medicine in my bag in the bathroom. Can you grab it for me?”

Minjeong hesitated, her gaze lingering on Karina’s disheveled appearance, but she eventually stood. “Okay, I’ll check.”

The moment the bathroom door clicked shut, Karina collapsed back onto the bed. Her legs fell open as her body gave in completely. The grip on her neck tightened again, and her head tilted back as she gasped for air. Her chest burned, her body trembling violently as the phantom rhythm built to a breaking point once more.

Her climax surged violently as your teeth grazed her nipple for the first time. Her back arched sharply as the biting sensation left her trembling, and the wet flicks of your tongue soothed the sting, coaxing her higher and higher. She grabbed the pillow, pulling it over her face as her voice escaped in a strained scream, muffled against the fabric as the grip on her neck tightened further.

Her entire body convulsed, the intensity overwhelming as she felt the fullness inside her deepen with every movement. Her cries turned into desperate, broken moans as wave after wave of pleasure consumed her, leaving her trembling and gasping for air.

When Minjeong returned, Karina barely managed to pull herself together. Her robe was haphazardly tied, and her face was flushed and damp with sweat.

“I couldn’t find anything,” Minjeong said, her tone skeptical. “Unnie, are you sure you’re okay? You look like you’ve been running a marathon.”

“I’m fine,” Karina said quickly, her voice shaky. “I just need to rest.”

Minjeong frowned but eventually nodded. “I’ll go down to the lobby and see if they have anything.”

As the door clicked shut, Karina collapsed back onto the bed, her chest heaving as she let out a shaky breath. A weak, triumphant smile spread across her lips as she whispered, “You’re impossible.”

Back at your house, you sat on the edge of the bed, the doll resting before you. The soft glow of the room illuminated it's eerily lifelike features, a testament to the unsettling craftsmanship. Its warmth radiated faintly under your touch, and its pliant texture added an almost unnerving realism. As you worked carefully to clean it, your hands moved methodically, though your mind couldn’t help but linger on how strange and lifelike it felt.

Your fingers brushed against its core, and the unexpected tightening startled you briefly. You shook your head, muttering to yourself about the doll’s unsettling realism. As you continued, your movements remained methodical—careful scoops to ensure it was thoroughly clean. Each curl and shift of your fingers felt oddly precise, the warmth and give of the material blurring the line between artificial and lifelike. You adjusted the angle instinctively, focused entirely on the task while marveling at how well-crafted it was.

Again, Karina jolted violently, her thighs clamping together in a futile attempt to contain the storm of sensations coursing through her. A broken gasp tore from her lips as her fingers twisted the sheets, knuckles white with tension, her back arching off the bed in a mix of helplessness and need.

Each deliberate motion of your hand, precise and unyielding, sent waves of overstimulation rippling through her. Your fingers pressing and curling inside her felt so real it made her toes curl. Her chest heaved with uneven breaths, rising and falling as she struggled to process the overwhelming intensity. She couldn’t escape the unrelenting pressure that pushed her to the brink, her body trembling uncontrollably beneath its weight.

“Stop…” she whispered faintly, her voice shaky and laced with desperation. Tears welled at the corners of her eyes, the overstimulation dragging her into a haze of pleasure and vulnerability. “Please…” she choked out, her plea barely audible as her hips moved restlessly against the bed, seeking relief but finding none.

The pressure built relentlessly, her inner muscles clenching involuntarily, her body betraying her at every turn. Her face pressed into the pillow, her muffled whimpers spilling freely, each sound tinged with a mix of desperation and surrender. Her body bucked slightly, her thighs quivering as she tried to resist the sensations flooding her, but every shift only drew her closer to unraveling completely.

Then, suddenly, the sensations eased, leaving Karina collapsing into the mattress. Her chest heaved with each ragged breath as relief mixed with exhaustion, her body trembling in the aftermath of the intensity. The storm had passed, but her emotions churned restlessly beneath the surface. The earlier anniversary dinner weighed on her heavily—a night cut short, the guilt of leaving the call unfinished pressing uncomfortably on her chest.

Unable to bear the feeling any longer, she reached for her phone. Her fingers trembled slightly as she scrolled to your name and pressed the call button. The line barely rang once before your familiar, warm voice answered.

“Babe?” you said, tinged with surprise and concern. “Is everything okay?”

Karina smiled faintly, her voice barely above a whisper. “I just… I just wanted to check in,” she began, hesitating. “About earlier. Leaving dinner like that—I felt terrible. I wanted to hear your voice… to make up for it.”

The soft chuckle on the other end sent a soothing wave of warmth through her chest. “I miss you,” you admitted, your tone gentle and full of affection. “It’s been hard without you here.”

“Tell me about it,” Karina murmured, her voice thick with emotion. “I feel it every second.”

A brief silence passed before you spoke again, hesitating as though deciding whether to share your next thought. “You know,” you started softly, “that doll you left behind… It actually helps. I don’t know who made it or how it’s so realistic, but holding it… it reminds me of you. It’s comforting in a weird way.”

Karina’s heart raced at your confession, but she kept her tone steady. “Then hold it,” she said gently. “Cuddle it, like you normally do with me.”

There was a pause on your end, followed by the faint rustle of fabric as you adjusted yourself. Karina closed her eyes, imagining you settling into the bed. Then, like a spark igniting, she felt it—an unmistakable warmth wrapping around her, soft and steady, just like your embrace. A quiet gasp escaped her lips, her body easing into the comforting sensation as her chest filled with an indescribable lightness.

She could feel the gentle pressure of your arms encircling her, the way they always seemed to ground her, pulling her close and making her feel safe. The phantom weight of your hand rested on her back, warm and reassuring, while the faint brush of your breath against her hair felt so real she could almost lean into it. Her body sank deeper into the mattress as she surrendered to the illusion, her heart swelling with a mix of longing and relief.

“It’s perfect,” you said after a moment, your voice rich with affection. “Almost like you’re here.”

Karina hummed softly, her mind drifting into a haze of peace and contentment. She tilted her head slightly, as though nuzzling into your chest, and the sensation met her as if you were truly there. The phantom pressure of your heartbeat against hers resonated, steady and soothing, its rhythm lulling her into a rare sense of calm. Her breaths deepened, syncing with yours as she felt the warmth of you—not just physically but emotionally—envelop her entirely.

Her legs relaxed against the bed, the earlier tension melting away as the embrace seemed to tighten around her. She could feel the way you would normally hold her, firm but tender, your hands moving subtly, like you always adjusted to make her more comfortable. It was so vivid, so intimate, that she couldn’t help but let out a quiet sigh. The connection she felt—the closeness—bridged every mile between you, anchoring her in a love that felt as tangible as the bed she lay on.

As the conversation shifted to lighter topics—your plans for the week, a funny story about something that happened at work, and little observations about the house—Karina hummed absently, her voice soft and dreamy. Her body felt lighter, weightless even, as if she were floating in the comfort of your arms. Her shoulders, always tense from the pressures of the tour, eased fully into the mattress as her lips curled into a faint smile.

“You should’ve seen it,” you said with a laugh. “The way it played out, it was like something out of a sitcom.”

Her hum grew fainter, the embrace and your voice working together to lull her further into relaxation. She could feel the warmth of your chin resting gently against the top of her head, the comforting sensation of being fully encased in your love. The faintest brush of what felt like your fingers grazed along her arm, and her body responded instinctively, her skin tingling as she leaned further into the feeling.

Unbeknownst to her, back in your room, you shifted closer to the doll, your body responding instinctively to the memory of Karina’s warmth. The moment reminded you of all the quiet times you’d shared before, when she’d curl into you, content and serene, indulging in the quiet intimacy.

It had always been her way of staying close, of feeling connected without urgency, and the thought tugged at your chest. Without thinking, you pressed deeper into the doll’s lifelike folds, its warmth enveloping you in a way that felt startlingly familiar. Pulling it impossibly close, you murmured into the phone, “Do you know how much I miss this? Just holding you like this.”

Karina didn’t answer; her hum had faded into a faint, contented sigh. But the moment you settled fully into the doll, she felt it—a slow, steady fullness building inside her, grounding her in ways words couldn’t describe. Her breaths deepened, your touch wrapping around her like a cocoon. The sensation of you filling her wasn’t just physical—it was emotional, a tether binding her to you.

Her legs shifted restlessly, her body reacting instinctively to the steady warmth coursing through her. The subtle pulsing from within deepened the haze of comfort and security enveloping her. It wasn’t urgent or demanding—just a steady, grounding presence that filled her with a connection she hadn’t realized she craved. She melted into the sensation, her body yielding completely as a quiet, contented sigh escaped her lips.

“I miss you so much” you murmured again, your voice tinged with longing and affection.

Karina didn’t answer; her body was too relaxed, too wrapped in the comfort of your embrace and the subtle rhythm inside her. Moments later, the faintest, most delicate snore reached your ears, and a warm chuckle escaped your lips.

“Sleep tight, baby,” you whispered into the phone, your voice brimming with tenderness. “I love you.”

Back at your house, you remained there for a while, holding the doll as the call stayed connected. The sound of her calm, even breaths filled the quiet room, creating a sense of closeness that bridged the miles between you. You smiled softly to yourself, knowing she’d finally found peace. It was the best sleep Karina had since the tour began—a sleep steeped in love, comfort, and the feeling of being wrapped in your arms, no matter the distance.

[englishisaboutconfidence]

Coworkers, Clubs, and Confessions

It's Monday and the start of another amazing week of working and getting older. You were entering your mid twenties and all you could think about was how you were getting older way faster than you were getting your life together. While you weren't necessarily a failure, you also weren't , in your mind, someone who had their life even mostly put together. You worked as a Data Analyst at a mid size logistics company. It wasn't even close to a glamorous life but you made enough and had enough growth opportunity to keep you around. You also had a few good work buddies you were able to chat with while at work so at least work wasn't a complete drag. You had gotten in a little late this morning so you had been working to get all caught up from the weekend so you didn't notice someone sneak up behind you.

"What's that?" You hear someone quietly ask. Startled, you look to the left and are immediately met by the beautiful face of Yoo Jimin aka Karina who you had known since you both started at the company 2 years ago. "Oh this, I'm just working on the Bank Reconciliation for Month End for one of your companies" you replied. "Yep, not for me at all. How was your weekend Y/N?" Karina asked. You told her about your weekend and asked about hers. After talking for a bit, she casually asked if you wanted to get drinks with her and her friends that weekend. "Yeah, I'm down. Just let me know where and when" "Perfect, let me get your number so I can text you the details later" she cheerily replied.

Throughout the week, you and Karina chatted off and on in person at work and over text. While you had worked together for 2 years, you and her had always been work friends at best. You barely spoke to anyone at work for your first year while she went out of her way to form relationships with as many coworkers as she could. Being the same age and entering at the same, made you a perfect target for this approach so after a while you and her actually became close (mostly through her own determination to form friendships with as many people her age at work as possible); but you and her had never talked or hung out after work, unless it was a work event, before now. You were nervous the entire week because you had know idea of what Friday night would look like. Obviously Karina was beautiful and an amazing person so you naturally were attracted to her when you first met, but you were also you so when you met her you immediately put yourself in the friendzone (or at least you did your own mind so you never would think of trying anything) because you knew it would only end in rejection.

Friday night came and you were going to meet Karina and her friends at this club called "Blarneys". You were much more of nerd than anything else so you had thrown on your one good "going out" fit which included a basic black bomber jacket, gold chain, light grey t shirt, and black jeans. You texted Karina that you would be there in 5 and she told you that she and her friends at a booth in the back corner of the club in the VIP section and to drop her Karina at the door. Arriving and getting into the bar purely cause of the bouncer recognized her name, you made your way through the club and to the VIP section. Noticing you first, Karina excitedly jumped up and yelled out your name. Hearing your named called you looked around and found Karina doing small little jumps up and down. Seeing that it was Karina, you smiled at her and were giving her a polite nod when you noticed exactly what she was wearing. She had a tiny silver tank top that showed off her midriff and looked like it was holding on for bare life trying to keep her tits contained and a matching skirt that barely covered ass. Her little jumps didn't help your imagination with how it caused her top ato be strained even more. Waving you in, you sat in the empty spot next to Karina and said hi to her three friends. "Hi I'm Y/N. I work with Karina". "Hi, I'm Giselle" the one with the pink her replied. "Hi, I'm NingNing". the one with the jet black hair replied. "And I'm Minjeong but you can call me Winter and I'm Karina's best friend" the blonde one replied. "It's nice to meet you all. I've heard some stories about each of you but its nice to put faces to the names" you responded. "Awesome, now that you all have met. Lets do shots" Karina exclaimed.

4 shots later, which was a lot for you since you were a lightweight, you were buzzed and idly chatting with Winter while the other 3 danced. "You know, I like you. I'm happy that you're the one Jimin-ie has a crush on" Winter drunkingly slurred. Since you were a bit drunk, you weren't sure you heard her right. "Oh shit, I wasn't supposed to say that. Ohhhh noooo, Unnie is gonna be so mad. Don't tell Jimin-ie I told you kay?" She asked. "Huh" you confused you replied. "Exactly" Winter replied. 10 seconds later, you see Karina stumbling back to the table. "Done with dancing?" you asked. "For now yes, Y/N I need your help." she replied. "What's up" you asked. "There is this weird guy who keeps staring at me on the dance floor. I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend". "Uh, I mean sure, but what do you want me to do". "Just come with me and follow my lead" Karina replied while grabbing your hand and dragging you onto the dance floor. Placing your hands on her waist, Karina turned around and started grinding on you in the middle of the dance floor. Confused and not sure how to act, you tried to ask her about where the weird guy was; but instead of replying, Karina forced you to pull her closer and started to move your hands up and down her exposed sides and on her abs. Feeling yourself harden against her ass, you hoped she didn't notice and it seemed in like she didn't notice anything. Instead, each time you felt your hard on brush against her ass, she backed her ass into you more while making sure you held on tight to her. After a few songs of grinding, Karina spun around and whispered into your ear "I still see him staring at me and now us. Time for the next step." Confused you looked at her and just saw her give you a smirk. Seconds later, your senses were overwhelmed by the feeling of Karina's lips on yours. Losing focus, you melt into the kiss. Feeling your resolve waver, Karina deepened the kiss and moved your hands from her waist to her ass. Falling into your drunk and lust filled desires, you start to grope Karina's ass while she subtly to thrust her clothed cunt against your dick. Needing to resupply on oxygen, you two break apart. Catching your breath, you look at Karina confused. "Don't think, just follow my lead and feel" Karina softly asked you. Seeing you nod in confirmation, Karina grabbed your hands again and led you back to the booth that Winter, Giselle, and NingNing were once again sitting at.

You two sat down and Karina snuggled into your shoulder before ordering more shots. Acting like they didn't notice, her friends started chatting to you and Karina like everything was normal. After another 3 shots and another 30 minutes of hanging out, Karina said she was thinking about heading out and asked if you could walk her home. Being the gentlemen that you were, you agreed to. After saying your goodbyes, you two headed out of the club and to Karina's apartment. While leaving the club, Karina grabbed her hand and kept holding it the entire way home. Not wanting to fuck whatever this was up, you just continued to follow her lead (although there wasn't much of an inner conflict as buzzed you was very prone to being led by others). Eventually you arrived at her apartment, after unlocking her door while still holding your hand, you were expecting her to let go, say goodbye, and you would be on your way home. Instead, after unlocking the door, she pulled you inside just like how she pulled you onto the dance floor and guided you from the club to her apartment. Closing the door, you turn and are met by her lips once again.

Aggressively pulling you into her bedroom and falling onto her bed while still making out. You eventually break free of her lips and look down at her messy hair, smudged makeup, and swollen lips. Your eyes then drift a little further and you find yourself staring at the amble amount of cleavage that the tiny excuse of a top she has on gives you sight of. Seeing you stare, she smirked and said "you want to see my tits dont you?". Unable to talk, you just nod your head. Seeing you nod, Karina slowly takes off her top and reaches around slowly to unhook her bra. With her top off and your hands unhooking her bra, you anxiously await the reveal of her glorious tits. Hearing the click of the release, you get ready to see her tits to be out in the open only for the bra to fall slightly before being stopped. Getting blue balled from the sight you were anxiously waiting for, you give off a sad groan. Hearing this, Karin's smirk grows bigger and she says "If you want to see my tits and to fuck me, you have to answer 1 questions truthfully. Why haven't you made a move on me?". Even while drunk, this question still gave you pause. Taking a second to build up the courage, you respond "A few reasons: 1) I don't want to mess up our friendship 2) I don't want to make cause our work relationship to become weird. 3) You're you and I'm me. Even if I did ask you out, you would almost 100% say no because your extroverted, fun, and great at developing relationships with people and I am introverted, awkward, and bad at all the small little things that make people like someone and 4) Because of that, I put you in a box after initially meeting you where I can never develop feelings because I know there will never be a chance of us being together so I rather just only ever think of you as a friend. Hearing this, you see Karina develop a slight scowl before saying "Well you're an idiot because I do like you and I thought you were cute when we first met and began to fall for you." "Wait Really?" "Yes and now that I have heard your reasons, I'm a bit fucking angry so here is what is going to happen. I am going to let my bra fall. You are going to tear off my skirt and panties. Then we are going to fucking like bunnies until we pass out and then tomorrow we are going to have some morning sex, shower, then go to brunch as a couple then a movie and finally going to come back here where you are going to fuck me into oblivion again. Okay?"

Once again, unable to form a sentence, you just nod. Seeing that, Karina lets her bra drop and you instantly assault her tits with your mouth. Swapping from tit to tit, you suck and massage her boobs until she is a moaning mess. After letting you make out with her tits for a while, Karina eventually tore you off her tits and reminded you what else you needed to take care of. You slowly peeled her skirt of her and were met by the a tiny black thong that barely covered her cunt. Sliding that off of her as well, you finally come face to face with her shaven pussy. You dive right in and start feasting on her like a starved man until your face is covered in her sweet nectar. Feeling her orgasm approaching, Karina pulls your face back up to eye level before pulling you in for a sloppy kiss. After making out and humping each other a bit, Karina pulls her lips away from you. "It's time for the main even" Karina whispered into your ear. You then move yourself over her entrance before looking at her to confirm that this is what she wants. Meeting your eyes and giving you a head, you capture her lips with your own before burying yourself in her cunt. It took everything in your power to not cum right from entering her. Giving her a few seconds to adjust to you, you start to pound into her without abandon. Feeling your both of your orgasms approaching you try to pull out of her before it's too late, sensing this Karina locks her legs behind your back and pulls you even deeper in her pussy saying "Don't you fucking dare pull out. This cock is mine and I want it filling me with load after load of your cum." The combination of her dirty talk and you being buried inside of the tightest cunt you think known to man, you start to fill her with your Cum. The feeling of your cum filling her pushes Karina to orgasm as well. With your cock acting as a plug, your combined cum fills Karina's womb so much that some starts to overflow and seeps out of her cunt and past your cock and onto her bed. Exhausted you two collapse and start to pass out; but not before you are able to flip over so your on your back and Karina is laying on your chest. You two then are knocked into sleep with your cock still acting as a plug keeping your combined loads locked in Karina's womb and your cock sheathed in the warmth of her cunt.

[lascvitae]

FANTASIZE ✵ YU JIMIN.

❀ ༉ ‧ ₊ ˚ alt. I FANTASIZE ABOUT IT ALL THE

TIME IF YOU WERE MINE .ᐟ

ᝰ.ᐟ she said you were just gonna smoke. you said you didn’t wear the dress for her. you were both lying.

ᝰ.ᐟ pairing. nerd g!p!karina x kinda mean fem!reader ᝰ.ᐟgenre. smut (18+) there’s some plot tho 🙂‍↕️ ᝰ.ᐟwarning(s). cursing, drinking, smoking, karina’s had a crush on reader since forever, dom!karina, she’s kinda mean && rough, pet names (baby, princess, pretty girl), cunnilingus, reader’s kinda bratty, creampie, karina’s lowk a munch

ᝰ.ᐟ word count 8k

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aeri’s place is packed. that’s no surprise.

she throws the kind of parties that people talk about for weeks. too many people, loud music, low lights, and expensive drinks that she didn’t even pay for. there’s a suspicious cloud of smoke leaving the balcony.

you walk inside with ning close to your side, nails dug into your forearm. she’s already tipsy (somehow), and you can tell by the way she’s smiling at everyone.

“we gotta drink. you’ve been so focused on midterms all week.” she says immediately, yanking you to the kitchen.

“i had practice.” you say in an uninterested tone.

“whatever. you’re not allowed to be boring tonight.” she’s already dragging you to the kitchen.

“try this.” ning hands you a red cup and you take it without question, giving her a lazy glance. you take one sip before taking another, downing it in one go. the liquor burns as it slides down your throat.

“what’s this?” you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand and tilt your head.

she shrugged. “jake made it.”

you raise an eyebrow. “jake’s here?”

she smiled. “in the living room. he already challenged aeri to a shot contest.”

“and?” you hum, slightly interested.

“she’s winning. by a lot.”

“obviously.”

you smirk a little, both of you leaning into eachother in that way that says you’ve been through a lot together.

but still, the party is loud. bodies are packed shoulder to shoulder and the bass is shaking your entire body.

you scan the room, looking for someone else to talk to. or someone else that has tried to speak to you in class before.

and then you see her.

jimin.

she’s standing by the wall, awkwardly between the bookshelf and a dying houseplant. she’s holding a cup like it might blow up if she squeezes it too hard.

she’s dressed like she didn’t mean to come. she’s not talking to anyone.

you tilt your head, gaze lingering.

“you’re staring.” ning sings in your ear.

“i’m not.”

“you are. that’s the girl from your lit class, right? the one who got the higher midterm grade?”

“don’t remind me.” you roll your eyes. but you’re still looking.

“didn’t think anyone could outscore you.” ning laughs.

you’re still watching her. her eyes flick around the room like she’s trying to find an excuse to leave. you wonder how she even got here. you wonder who even invited her.

suddenly, jimin looks over at you. and instead of looking away, she holds it.

you hold her gaze, curious. waiting. testing.

then she looks down, cheeks turning pink.

cute.

you let the smallest smirk curve your lips.

you should leave her alone. she didn’t even mean to come.

but there’s something about the way that she looked away, like she wasn’t supposed to get caught staring. it makes it too easy. too tempting.

so you hand ning your empty cup, smoothing out your outfit and start moving across the room.

your steps are slow. people glance over, pretending not to look again when they realize who you are.

jimin doesn’t notice you at first. she’s prentending to scroll through her phone.

she’s prettier up close. you knew that.

you stop a step too close. close enough to make her stiffen then glance up.

her eyes widen slightly.

“didn’t think i would see you here.” you said.

“oh. um. yeah. i didn’t think i’d— i mean, i wasn’t going to come.”

“i can tell.” you tilt your head, letting your eyes drag over her outfit.

she flushed, looking down at her drink.

you almost laugh.

“you’re karina, right?” you ask like you don’t already know.

“i— yeah. i didn’t think you knew my name.” she looks up surprisingly.

“i know a lot of things.”

there’s silence and she’s clearly unsure if you’re flirting or making fun of her.

“i liked your essay. the one about obsession and restraint. that was you, right?”

“yeah. that was for the—“

“yeah. i know what class. you’re smart.” you say, licking your bottom lip.

she doesn’t answer right away. she just stares as if she could scare you off.

or maybe she’s afraid that you would stay.

you lean in more. your voice is low as if you were bored.

“you don’t really fit in here.”

she looks towards the crowd then back at you.

“i guess not.”

“this isn’t really your scene, huh?”

“i… don’t usually come to stuff like this.”

“let me guess. you came because someone dragged you out of your room? told you to loosen up?”

jimin just stares like that was exactly what happened.

“you’re predictable.”

“you barely know me.” she frowns just a little.

“don’t i?” you raise an eyebrow.

she opens her mouth before closing it. “you think you do.”

that makes you smile. you feel something in your stomach when she said it with just the tiniest bit of bite.

“i know enough.”

she stares at you.

“is this really what you wear when you want attention, though? because, baby… it’s not working.”

her breath catches and you can see her fingers twitch around her cup.

you smile again. the kind that says you know she’s flustered.

“cute doesn’t get you far at parties like this.”

“then why are you talking to me?” she looks up, startled.

“because i wanted to.” you say it easily like this is just a game for you.

maybe it is. that’s what jimin can’t stand.

she swallows.

“i’m not some… thing for you to play with. i don’t care if you’re popular— or hot, or whatever you think you are.” her voice is steadier than you expected.

you stare.

“hot? didn’t know you thought that.” you tilt your head.

jimin’s mouth opens and she blushes again. “that’s not what i—“

you take a step closer. “you sure? because you’ve been staring like you want to say something else.”

she swallows again. hard. but her eyes stay on you.

“i don’t like people like you. the kind who talk like everything’s already theirs.”

“and what if i said i like people who push back?”

jimin stares and her breath hitches.

“i like the way you talk when you’re mad. makes me wonder what you’d sound like if i really got to you.”

her eyes go wide. she holds back the urge to bite her lip.

and then—

“y/n!” ning’s voice calls out.

you pull away and you don’t even look back as you walk towards ning.

jimin is still watching you. of course she is.

you find ning in the living room, sprawled out on the couch with aeri practically draped over her shoulder. they look like they’ve been there for hours even though the party really started an hour ago.

“you’re back. took your time.” ning smiled.

aeri lifted her head, lip gloss slightly smudged. “y/nieeeee. tell me why jake tapped out after four shots. four! what happened to men being strong?” she slurred.

“gone with the patriarchy.” you mutter, taking a drink from the coffee table without even asking what it is.

ning watches you sip then she squints. “kay… what happened?”

“nothing.”

“you’re smiling like something happened.”

“i’m always smiling.”

“not like that.”

you raise your eyebrow but she’s already looking past you. “you talk to your little class crush?”

you don’t answer.

aeri hiccups beside her. “wait, who? the smart one with the face? with the eyes? the one who gets straight a’s?”

“karina.” you laugh.

“jimin. you like her. you wanna push her against a bookshelf and ruin her gpa.” she says dramatically.

“jesus. aeri, shut up.” ning laughs, covering her mouth.

“am i wrong?” she shrugs and sips her drink like it’s tea.

you just smirk behind your cup.

“she’s not your type.” ning says.

“i don’t have a type. i get what i want.”

“she looked like she was about to pass out.” ning mumbles but you can see the grin on her lips.

“she’ll be fine. she’s interesting.” you lean back, fully relaxing.

“uh huh. you’re not thinking about the final anymore, huh?” ning nudges your thigh with hers.

“nope.”

“good. now let loose a little. that’s an order.”

you hum, eyes drifting across the room. jimin is still in the same spot and she’s still holding the same drink like she doesn’t know what to do with it.

she’s talking to someone now. you can’t tell who, all you can see is how stiff her posture is.

you tilt your head, the taste of your drink still on your tongue.

she’s shy.

but you want to know what she sounds like when she’s not. when she’s desperate. when she has nothing left to say but your name.

and just like that, you decide you’re not done with her tonight.

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the living room is beyond hazy. the weeknd is playing now and the lights are almost low enough that the glow of someone’s vape looks like a strobe.

you’re sitting on the arm of the couch with your drink, hand lazily resting on jake’s shoulder. he’s talking, saying something about a failed midterm and a girl from his econ class, but you’re not listening. you’re laughing at all the right parts though.

jake eats it up. of course he does.

aeri stumbles back over with heesehng; laugh loud as she flops into the seat next to yours. heeseung follows, hopelessly smitten and trying not to look like it.

“we’re smoking. balcony. right now.” she announces, reaching into the pocket of heeseung’s hoodie and taking out a pre-roll.

“who’s coming?”

ning appears out of nowhere, looping her arm with yours. “we are. obviously.”

“me too.” heeseung says.

“cute.” aeri purrs.

you watch her eyes flick around the room before landing on someone who’s barely moved.

jimin.

she’s still holding a half full cup and she’s still too stiff. she’s moved a little but not much. she’s basically invisible. almost.

“jimin! come smoke.” aeri calls out loudly.

jimin looks up, clearly startled.

you can see the way she hesitates and you expect her to say no.

“come on, jimin. you don’t wanna just sit there the whole time, right? it’s not even that strong.”

“she’s such a liar.” ning laughs.

jimin hesitates. she looks at you but you don’t say anything. you don’t even smile.

and that’s when she finally speaks up.

“okay.”

aeri smiles. “that’s my girl!”

now you’re all crowded on the balcony. jake’s lighting the joint and aeri is in heeseung’s lap, giggling into his hoodie. ning is talking about some teacher’s assistant that texted her the other night.

you’re leaned against the railing, feeling the cold air against your thighs. jimin’s standing next to you. not close but close enough to pass the smoke back and forth.

she doesn’t cough the first time she inhales and you’re impressed.

“you’ve done this before.”

“once or twice.” she shrugs.

“liar.”

she looks at you. “so what if i am?”

you smile. the smoke curls between you.

she hands the joint back without looking at you and you take it, brushing her fingers in purpose. she pretends not to notice and you pretend you didn’t mean it.

the weeknd’s still playing inside and everything feels heavier out here.

“you’re obsessed.” ning teased heeseung.

“i am not.” he says, which only makes aeri giggle and smack his chest playfully.

“he’s obsessed. look at him. he’s ready to tattoo my name on his ribs.” she purrs, throwing an arm around his neck.

“don’t tempt me.” ning chokes on her laugh.

“he’d get your name tatted in cursive then cry about it when you ghost him two weeks later.” you say. heeseung just smiles like the masochist he is.

“you’re all so dramatic.” jake says, passing the blunt back to jimin. she surprises everyone by taking a deep inhale and not coughing.

“okay! karina with the lungs of a stoner!” ning cheers.

“jimin.” she corrects softly but you catch the way her lips twitch. and the way she’s checking if you’re still paying attention.

you are, unfortunately.

“so. what changed your mind?” you exhale.

“about?”

“coming out here. playing along.”

she shrugs again and you catch the way she’s avoiding your eyes now.

“figured it’d be… educational.”

“cute.”

“you keep saying that like it’s an insult.”

“no, baby. i like cute. just not when it pretends to be tough.”

“you think i’m pretending?” her jaw tightens.

“i think you like pretending that you’re above all of this. but you came, didn’t you? let me talk to you. even flirt with you.”

“you didn’t flirt.” she says.

“no?” you raise a brow.

“you teased me.”

“you want me to flirt instead?” jimin’s breath catches.

“you wouldn’t know how.”

you pause for a moment, tilting your head snd studying her.

“try me.”

“you’re mean when you’re high.” jake speaks up. he’s sitting on the floor now, one shoulder brushing your knee.

“you like it.” you look down at him.

“maybe i do.” he smiles.

“y/n flirts with everyone. don’t take it personally.” ning giggles.

“i don’t.” jimin says quickly. but she isn’t looking at ning— she’s looking at you. trying to figure out if you’re doing this for her benefit or just because you can.

“see? even karina thinks i’m charming.”

“that’s not what she said.” ning laughed again.

“don’t start putting words in her mouth. unless she wants to volunteer some.” you take a sip of your cup.

jimin takes the blunt from aeri, avoiding your gaze. she inhales again.

“you’ve definitely done this more than twice.” you tilt your head.

“maybe i just learn fast.”

“hm. i bet you do.” you smirk.

jake leans back, resting his arm over your leg now. his fingers tap against your knee. “you gonna keep teasing her all night or you gonna share the attention?”

“jealous?”

“curious.” he shrugs, watching you closely with dark eyes.

jimin goes still next to you.

“you’d die trying to keep up with me.” you say to him.

“you say that like it isn’t worth it.”

“careful, jake. i don’t play fair.” he just smiles like he wants the game anyway.

aeri suddenly gasps. “wait— wait. i wanna play truth or dare.”

“oh no. not this again.” ning groaned.

“yes this again! we’re high, we’re hot, and we’re bored! what else is there?” she kicks her legs excitedly, almost knocking over heeseung’s cup.

“feelings. consequences. dignity.”

“shut up, lover boy. we’re playing. c’mon. no backing out now.”

ning sighs dramatically but drops down onto the floor, pulling you closer. she downs the rest of her drink and immediately points at jake. “you go first. truth or dare.”

“truth.” he smiles, cocky as ever.

“have you ever hooked up with someone here?”

jake looks over at you for a second. “not yet.”

you raise an eyebrow, not saying a word. but jimin is watching you again. her stare is sharper this time.

“flop answer. y/n, your turn. truth or dare?” aeri says, already bored.

“dare.”

“i dare you to sit in jake’s lap for the next two rounds.”

you’re completely unbothered, moving without hesitation. jake spreads his legs and you sink into his lap. his hands settle lightly at your waist but his eyes flick to your mouth.

“comfortable?” he asks, voice low.

“for now.”

heeseung is next and he picks truth.

“would you let me spit in your mouth?” aeri asked sweetly.

“yes.”

ning nearly dies from laughter.

jimin coughs. it’s the only thing that she’s said in the past few minutes.

“jimin. truth or dare?”

she hesitates. “truth.”

“you’re all boring.” aeri sighs dramatically.

“do you think y/n’s hot?”

you turn your head slightly. not all the way but enough to make jake smirk. jimin’s face doesn’t change.

“yes.”

“about time you admit it.” you smiled.

she exhales like she didn’t just give something away.

“jake. truth or dare?” she says suddenly.

“dare.” he’s still cocky.

“kiss her. if she lets you.” her eyes are on you.

you stare.

it’s not like she said it to be cruel. or kind. it’s a challenge.

jake hesitates then looks at you.

you lean back, arms resting on his shoulders.

“what do you say?” he asks.

you turn to jimin instead. “you sure you wanna watch that?”

her eyes widen, just a little, and you can see a flicker of something. jealousy? nerves? but something tightens in her jaw before she turns her head, pretending that she isn’t flustered. pretending that she didn’t just give you exactly what you wanted.

you smirk deepens and jake raises an eyebrow like he’s waiting. but you don’t kiss him. not yet. you just slowly sip your drink, eyes never leaving jimin.

then you suddenly slide off of jake’s lap like you’re bored.

“i’m out.” you say, lifting your empty cup.

“i’ll get you another.” he stands eagerly.

“how sweet. you remember what i like, right?” you mutter.

“course.” he’s heading back inside. a little too quickly.

“that boy is whipped.” aeri watches him go with a grin.

you shrug, leaning against the railing next to jimin again.

“soooo… whose turn?” ning asks.

“karina’s. truth or dare?”

jimin looks at you like she knows this is a setup. maybe it is.

“…truth.”

“coward.” aeri coughs, half laughing.

you smile, slow and dangerous. “fine. truth. have you been watching me all night?”

she opens her mouth like she wants to lie. like she’s about to.

but then—

“yes.”

“cute.” you say softly.

she rolls her eyes but her neck is flushed. “stop saying that.”

“it’s your turn now. truth or dare.”

you raise an eyebrow. “dare.”

“if you won’t kiss jake then kiss the next person who passes you the joint.”

“you’re getting bold.”

“i’m returning the favor.”

you hold her gaze for a moment longer before reaching for the joint that’s half burned in the ashtray.

“fine.” you take a hit slowly.

“guess we’ll see if someone passes it.”

“you’re all pussies if you don’t.” ning speaks.

but jimin lifts it again before passing it to you.

you raise the joint to your lips and take another hit.

“you sure you want that?”

her eyes drop to your mouth. “yeah.”

that gets to you. you lean in, only to whisper in her ear.

“good girls shouldn’t talk like that.”

“you think i’m a good girl?”

you pause, studying her. the calm in her eyes makes it look like she knows exactly what she’s doing.

“you’d be surprised by how often i smoke alone.”

your smirk wavers for half a second. not enough for everyone else to notice, but she sees it. she sees all of it.

“you should come by sometime. if you’re not scared.” she says like a challenge.

you can’t even reply before jake reappears with your drink.

“here you go.” he says, cheerful and oblivious.

you take it with a smile, looking over at aeri.

“can we go back to your room? i’m cold.”

aeri perks up immediately. “finally someone admits it! i’m freezing my nipples off.”

“you took heeseung’s hoodie.” ning rolls her eyes. you don’t even know when that happened.

“and still freezing.”

you take a sip of your drink, eyes flicking back to jimin just for a second. a second long enough for her to see the way you smirk against the rim of the cup.

like you’re considering it.

“jake, grab the ashtray.” aeri commands, standing up and dragging heeseung with her.

“you good?” jake leans in slightly as you follow behind.

“perfect.” you hum, brushing past him and heading for the door as he holds it open for you.

you don’t look back.

you don’t have to. because you know she’s watching. and you know she’s still thinking about it, too.

you should come by sometime. if you’re not scared.

the challenge sits in your chest. you think about answering it.

but not yet.

aeri’s room smells exactly like vanilla body spray. the lights are dim, casting a glow over the mess of pillows and shoes kicked into random corners. you settle on the edge of the bed first, crossing your legs and jake follows you in without needing an invitation. he leans beside you.

aeri flops face first into her mattress, giggling like she already knows tonight’s going to end in disaster. ning steals her spot almost immediately, stretching out next to you and leaning back against the headboard like she owns it. heeseung just plants himself on the floor again, tossing a blanket over his legs, still not focusing on anything but wherever aeri is.

jimin’s the last to come in. she’s quiet but not unnoticed. she leans against the wall with her arms crossed, pretending like she isn’t watching you.

jake bumps his knee against yours. “so. back to the game?”

“obviously. jimin went last. that means she asks next.” ning pulls out her phone.

jimin almost immediately turns towards jake. “truth or dare?”

he smirks. “dare.”

it’s silent before she answers. “switch spots with me.”

jake’s grin falters, eyes turning to you like he’s trying to read your expression.

“why?”

“no questions. that’s the rule.” ning sings.

he hesitates for a second before standing up, brushing past her on the way to the wall. she slides into the space beside you.

you don’t look at her. not right away. you just stare at your drink and your pulse ticks up just a little. you feel her thigh brush yours, but she doesn't move away.

jake coughs from his new spot. “damn. cold.”

aeri lifts her head. “what? you jealous?”

“i mean— if she wanted company, she could’ve just said that.”

“i’m not company.” jimin says quietly. and for a second it sounds like she’s saying it for you.

you swallow, throat dry despite the last sip of your drink.

“well, it’s my turn now.” jake speaks up. louder this time, like he’s trying to remind you of his presence.

you lift your gaze to glance at him. he’s slouched against the wall where jimin previously was, arms folded behind his head with his eyes locked on you like he’s daring you to forget about him for too long.

“truth or dare, y/n?”

your leg is still touching jimin’s. just barely. but it’s there. she hasn’t moved an inch. you wonder if she can feel the way your breath hitches.

“truth.”

jake hums thoughtfully, but there’s a flicker of something in his eye. you can already tell it’s not going to be innocent.

“what’s the real reason you didn’t let me kiss you earlier?”

ning gasps. “oh, we’re doing this.”

aeri cackles into heeseung’s shoulder.

you don’t answer right away.

you feel jimin stiffen next to you.

and that’s what makes you smile. just a little. enough to stir the pot.

“i wasn’t drunk enough.” you say casually.

jake laughs before shaking his head. “liar.”

“it’s self control.”

“it’s fear.” he counters, tone teasing but sharp.

you open your mouth to snap back but jimin cuts in first.

“she’s not scared of you.”

everyone goes quiet for a moment.

you turn your head to her slowly. “you don’t need to answer for me.”

“i’m not. just calling bullshit when i hear it.”

your pulse ticks up. it only makes you want her more.

“damn.” ning mutters.

“what, you jealous or something?” jake leans forward, lips tugging into a smirk.

“she could’ve kissed you if she wanted to. she didn’t.”

you meet her eyes and you feel something in your chest.

“you two need to hook up already.” he raises an eyebrow.

“what makes you think we haven’t?” you smirk.

aeri lets out a squeal. “wait— what?!”

ning chokes on her drink. “you’re lying.”

jake stiffens, staring like he’s trying to do the math.

you don’t clarify. you don’t look away either. you just keep your eyes on jimin.

her expression is unreadable. her jaw clenches but her lips twitch like she’s trying not to smile.

her knee nudges yours. just slightly. you don’t move away.

“anyway. i have to pee. and i’m getting another drink.” you rise, leaving before anyone can say anything.

you make it down the hallway without looking back, and you pause in the bathroom. not to pee, but to breathe. just for a second. the mirror catches your expression, your eyes are half lidded, your lips are parted, and your eyes are red. you look exactly like you feel.

and then there’s a soft knock.

you already know who it is.

you open the door.

jimin’s there, hand still slightly raised like she was about to knock again. her eyes meet yours, calm, but it’s the kind of calm that hides something hotter underneath.

she doesn’t speak. she just tilts her head towards the door. like everyone else still isn’t partying. like they still aren’t upstairs. “come on.”

you don’t hesitate. you follow.

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the uber ride was mostly quiet. her place smells like her perfume and eucalyptus, the kind of clean lived in mess that makes you wonder how many people have seen this version of her. you doubt it’s many.

she tosses her house keys on the table and heads straight to the kitchen. “still want another drink?”

you shrug. “i could be convinced.”

she raises an eyebrow but doesn’t look at you when she pours. “convinced?”

you don’t answer. you don’t have to. she hands you the glass, brushing your fingers just slightly as you take it.

then she grabs the grinder from a drawer, pulls open a window, and wordlessly starts rolling.

you lean against the counter, watching her. “so you really smoke alone?”

“not tonight.” she doesn’t look up.

you smirk. “is that an invitation?”

she glances at you. “that depends. you still scared?”

you step closer. “you wish.”

she lights the joint, takes the first hit, and holds it in before passing it to you. the smoke curls between you and when you take it from her, her fingers graze yours again.

you take a slow drag, blowing it out the side of your mouth.

you hold her gaze through the smoke. her lashes are low and her eyes are dark.

“i wasn’t lying earlier. i didn’t let him kiss me because i didn’t want to.” you say, voice husky now.

her gaze drops to your mouth then flicks back up. “i know.”

“do you?”

“yeah. i was watching.” she leans back against the counter, joint balanced between her fingers.

you step in again, just enough to make her breath catch. “then you must’ve known i wanted you to say something.”

“i did. but i didn’t trust what i’d do after.” she admits.

you blink slowly. your smile is lazy and full of something that neither of you are trying to name.

“then you’re worse than i thought.”

her mouth twitches like she wants to laugh. “oh?”

“yeah. because i would’ve let you.” you take the joint from her hand and inhale. the smoke escapes your lips slowly, curling into the space between you. her eyes follow the trail then drag back to yours.

“and you still would?”

you take one more step. her perfume hits you but you don’t answer. you just hand her the joint again.

your fingers brush.

again.

“kiss me.” she says, low, like it’s not a command but a dare.

you lean in, but don’t touch her yet. just close enough that she can feel your breath. “what do good girls say?”

her lips part, but she doesn’t say anything at first. her eyes flicker between yours like she’s weighing the consequences of what comes next.

the joint burns between her fingers, forgotten.

you watch her.

she exhales shakily. “please.”

it’s barely audible but it shatters something between you.

you don’t give her a chance to take it back.

your mouth finds hers in a kiss that’s anything but gentle. it’s hot, slow, and deliberate. her free hand finds your waist, fingers curling in the fabric of your dress like she’s been waiting forever. the joint’s gone now, set carelessly on the counter as both her hands tug you closer.

you sigh into her mouth and it makes her press harder. like she needs to prove something. like she’s been holding this in too long.

as your mouth opens she forces her tongue into your mouth, exploring it like she won’t get another chance. you moan quietly, wrapping your arms around her neck.

she lifts you onto the counter by your thighs, breathing heavily as she kisses along the skin of your neck. you tilt your head to the side, giving her more access.

this was the side of her that you were begging to see.

“fuck, jimin…” you mumble as she bites into your neck before soothing it with her tongue, hands rubbing the plush of your thighs.

she exhales shakily at that, pulling down your dress to expose your collarbone and attack it next. “you finally got the name right.”

you smirked. but she doesn’t give you time to answer. not with words, anyway.

her mouth is already dragging lower, lips brushing over the skin of your chest like she’s memorizing every inch. her touch is careful, but her eyes are wild.

“you look so pretty like this. on my counter. waiting.” she breathes, fingers slipping under the hem of your dress now, slow and teasing, like she wants to savor every reaction.

your breath catches as her hand ghosts along your thigh, edging higher.

“waiting for what?” you ask, voice thick with anticipation.

her smile is slow and wicked. “for me to fuck you.”

you tug her back in by the collar of her hoodie, crashing your mouth into hers again. it’s messy and hungry, like you’ve both been starved. she groans against your lips and the sound vibrates right through you.

when she presses forward, you wrap your legs around her hips, pulling her in close until there’s no space left. her hand finds your hair, holding you still as her mouth works over yours like she needs to claim it.

"you have no idea how long i’ve wanted this. how long i’ve wanted you.” she breathes out.

she kisses your jaw, then your throat, then bites just below your ear. you gasp, arching into her without thinking.

“do you know how many nights i’ve fucked my hand thinking about you? about you in those little skirts, mouthing off like you wouldn’t drop to your knees if i told you to? i’d touch myself and imagine you begging. imagine you soaked just from hearing me say your name.” her voice is a whisper, but it’s ragged. like she’s finally letting herself admit it and can’t stop now.

you rock against her without meaning to, chasing the friction and it makes her curse under her breath.

“you’re not the only one. but i’m done thinking.” you admit, panting.

“yeah?” she breathes, hands moving again. bolder now. hungrier.

you nod, lips brushing hers again. “please.”

and this time, it’s your plea that shatters something. because the second she hears it, she drops to her knees.

her hands trail down the backs of your thighs as she does, dragging your body forward until you’re perched on the edge of the counter. you’re trembling under her touch and she looks up at you from her lashes. her pupils are wide, her lips are swollen, and her hair is a little messy from where you tugged it.

“fuck. look at you. so perfect.” she whispers.

you spread your knees slightly, letting her settle between them and her hands trail up your legs again slowly. then again, higher, teasing you with her lips.

your fingers plant into her hair, tugging gently and she hums like that’s exactly what she wanted. “you’re shaking.” she says.

“i’m not.” but your voice betrays you. your whole body betrays you.

she presses her mouth to the inside of your other thigh, holding eye contact as her tongue darts out against your skin.

“it’s okay. i’ll take care of you.”

you whimper. the anticipation alone is making you unravel and she hasn’t even touched you where you need it most.

her fingers hook around the sides of your underwear, sliding them down with agonizing slowness. when they’re off, she doesn’t look away. not even when she leans in and kisses your inner thigh again, dangerously close.

“you’re so fucking pretty.” she whimpered, more to herself than to you.

your hips twitch and she finally, finally gives in, dragging her tongue through your folds in one long, devastating stroke.

your head falls back against the cabinets with a soft moan and she groans against you like she’s already addicted.

she eats you out like she’s making up for lost time. like she’s starving and you’re the only thing that could satisfy her. her mouth is hot and her tongue is relentless, licking and sucking like she wants to devour you completely.

and god, she’s good at it.

“jimin—fuck, jimin—” you cry out, thighs trembling around her shoulders.

she moans at the sound of her name falling from your lips like that, then she brings her fingers into it too— slipping one inside you slowly, then another, curling them just right as her tongue flicks over your clit.

“oh— fuck!” you moan louder, covering your mouth.

she hummed. “no, princess. let me hear all the pretty noises you make for me.”

she’s driving you insane.

“does it feel good? you like my tongue, hm?” her voice is low, coated in need. every word vibrates against you, and it’s too much. too much and not enough. your hips rock into her face before you can stop them, chasing the friction and chasing her.

“yes— yes! fuck, jimin—“ you gasp.

she groans like it’s the only thing she’s ever wanted to hear. and it makes her move faster. her fingers curl deeper and her tongue flicks harsher with more purpose.

“that’s it. take what you need.” she coos, voice muffled by your cunt.

you’re melting. falling apart in her hands.

her grip is bruising now, one hand digging into your hip to hold you still, the other one still fucking you open perfectly.

“you taste so good, baby. how did i go this long without this? could eat you for hours. days.” she breathes against your clit, lips dragging over it again.

you don’t have an answer. you’re not even sure if you can speak. all you can do is moan and shake and hold onto her hair.

you’re so close, and she knows it. she can feel it in the way you clench around her and in the way your legs tense.

“don’t stop— please, don’t stop—” you gasp and that’s all she needs to hear.

she doubles her efforts, fucking you with her fingers and licking you until your back arches.

“fuck— fuck, jimin! i’m gonna—“ you choke.

and she doesn’t stop. if anything, she gets messier. hungrier. licking and sucking with so much desperation you almost can’t take it.

“cum for me. wanna feel you all over my face. need it— fuck, need you—“ she begs again, voice hoarse.

and you do.

you fall apart with a helpless moan, thighs clamping tight around her head as you cum hard on her tongue. she groans like she’s the one breaking, mouth still working you through it.

when it’s over, she doesn’t even pull away right away. she licks you clean with lazy strokes of her tongue and only when you twitch from the sensitivity does she kiss the inside of your thigh and rise slowly, one hand on your waist to steady you.

your chest is still heaving when you open your eyes. her lips are slick and her pupils are still wide, but her smirk is proud.

“told you i’d take care of you.” she muttered as her thumb traced slow circles into your hip.

you huff out a breathless laugh, trying to level your head but failing miserably with her looking at you like that.

“fuck you.” you mumble but there’s no hate behind it. your voice is hoarse.

“you just did. or should i say… you let me.” she grins, then leans in to press a kiss to your jaw.

you roll your eyes, reaching up to tangle your fingers in her hoodie and drag her down for another kiss. it was slow and deep this time with none of the earlier frenzy.

her hand finds your bare thigh again and just squeezes gently.

“unless… you want more?”

her voice is low and husky. it’s right against your mouth but you feel it everywhere.

you don’t answer right away. you can’t. your brain is still fogged from the way she just ruined you and she knows it. she’s watching you like she’s waiting to pounce on you, eyes flicking down to your parted lips then your still trembling thighs.

her hand slides a little higher on your leg. just enough.

you bite back a noise. “jimin…”

she hums like a warning. “mm, say it again.”

you breathe out her name softer this time. like a confession. “jimin.”

her lips ghost yours. not kissing you, just there. “you have no fucking idea of how obsessed i am with you.”

your fingers curl into her hoodie again. “then show me.”

“you sure?”

you nod. but that’s not good enough for her. not this version of her.

“use your words, pretty girl.”

you swallow hard. “yes. i want more. i want you.”

the look she gives you after that? it’s hunger. pure hunger.

“good. because i’m not even close to done with you yet.” she mumbled before pressing a kiss to your temple, your cheek, and the corner of your mouth. everywhere but where you need it.

her hand finally slips between your thighs again, but it’s slow and teasing. she just rubs lazy circles that have you twitching from the oversensitivity.

“gonna take my time with you now. wanna hear all those sounds again. wanna memorize every single one.” she whispered.

you breathe her name again desperately.

and this time when she kisses you, it’s with that same obsession you feel burning inside of your own chest.

and when you pull away she doesn’t take her eyes off of you.

the hoodie she’s wearing hangs off one shoulder now, fabric twisted from the way you tugged her closer.

“you’re staring.” you mumble, voice a little hoarse.

jimin just grins, leaning her weight against the kitchen counter as her fingers drag slowly along the edge of your dress. “can you blame me? you’re wearing this little thing and expected me not to stare?”

you roll your eyes but you can’t help the way your lips twitch. “you literally invited me over.”

“yeah. to smoke.”

her hand slips under the hem of your dress, teasing along the back of your thigh and stopping just before the heat between your legs. you suck in a breath, leaning into her instinctively but she pulls back with a look.

“oh, you’re mean. you’re acting like you didn’t invite me over to fuck me.” you breathe, chasing her mouth with yours but she dodges it. she leans in just enough to brush her lips against your jaw instead.

her lips hover there. just barely glazing your skin. “i didn’t say that. but you’re eager for someone who came here just to smoke.”

you let out a laugh, tilting your head to give her more access. “jimin.” you warn, voice somewhere between a plea and a threat.

but she ignores it. her fingers skim higher, knuckles brushing the damp heat between your thighs but never pressing. never giving you enough. she wants you squirming. and you hate how well it’s working.

“you wore this dress on purpose, didn’t you? wanted to drive me crazy.” she whispers.

you scoff but your body betrays you, hips shifting forward without thinking. “like i knew you’d be there. i wore it because i look good.”

“mm. you look perfect.” she hums, mouth brushing just below your ear.

her praise makes your stomach flip, but you refuse to let her see how much it affects you. especially after she had you falling apart on her kitchen counter.

“still staring.” you mumble.

“still wet.” she fires back, cocky and quiet as her hand presses against your bare cunt again. just enough to make your breath hitch.

you don’t answer. you can’t. not when she starts mouthing at your neck like she’s claiming you.

and when she kisses you again, it’s slow and deep.

“you gonna keep pretending you didn’t come here to get fucked?” she mumbles against your lips.

you pull back just to glare at her, breathing hard. “only if you’re done teasing.”

she smirks, picking you up like you weigh nothing and walking towards the hall. “oh, baby. i’m just getting started.”

you yelp in surprise as she carries you. her grip on you is firm. like she’s been waiting to do this all night.

“jimin.” you breathe.

“mhm?” she hums, nose brushing yours.

you blink down at her, heart racing. “jimin.”

her name sounds too soft on your lips. it’s too sweet for how filthy her hands feel against your thighs as she walks you through the hallway like it’s nothing.

her bedroom door swings open with the shove of her foot. the second you’re inside, she drops you gently onto the bed, standing between your legs as she tugs the hoodie off. her eyes are wide and her chest is rising with every breath as she looks down at you.

and then that smirk returns. her fingers push your dress up and up and up, baring your thighs and everything between.

“still wet.” she mumbles again, thumb dragging slow and slick through your folds while her eyes stay locked on yours.

you shudder. you hate how good she is at this. hate how cocky she gets when she knows she’s wrecked you.

“you talk too much.” you mutter.

she smiles, leaning down to kiss the inside of your knee then higher. “and you love it.”

you don’t deny it. not when she’s sliding to her knees like she’s praying. not when she’s mouthing at the crease of your thigh. but she’s completely ignoring the place you need her most.

“fuck, you’re perfect.” she says, voice lower now.

you swallow hard, fingers twitching in the sheets.

and then she looks up at you, mouth inches from your cunt. “let me show you.”

her tongue just barely grazes you, hot breath ghosting your folds and lips brushing soft against your skin. it should be everything. it should. but it just isn’t enough.

your hand tangles in her hair, tugging gently.

“wait.” you breathe out.

she freezes instantly. her head snaps up, eyes wide with concern. “did i—?”

“no. no, just—“ you say quickly.

your thighs squeeze around her shoulders before you can stop them. she’s so pretty like this. on her knees for you, hands gripping your hips like she’s seconds from losing control.

but you want something else right now.

“i want you to u-use your dick, baby.” you mumble, not even meaning to sound shy.

her jaw clenches.

“you sure?” she asks, voice a little rough.

you nod, pulling her up by the hoodie bunched at her shoulders.

her weight settles over you, tugging her hoodie off and discarding it on the floor.

she kisses you like she needs to. like she’s been holding back all night and finally has permission to let go. and maybe she has, because the second her lips are on yours again her hands are tugging your dress up and off with almost no effort.

you let her. you want her to.

“you’re so fucking hot. always teasing me, acting like you don’t know what you do to me.” she mutters, eyes flicking over every inch of exposed skin like it’s the first time she’s seen it. and it is.

you lean back on your elbows with your legs still spread around her hips and you smirk. “and what do i do to you, jimin?”

her jaw clenches again, sharp and hungry, and you don’t get a real answer. not in words.

she pulls her sweats down, dick springing free, flushed and already slick at the tip.

the sight alone knocks the breath from your lungs. god, she’s huge. and she’s hard for you. all for you.

she strokes herself once, never breaking eye contact. “gonna let me stretch you out, baby? you want this now?” her tone is mocking but low with need.

you nod.

but you know she’s not satisfied. not when you’ve been running your mouth all night.

“use your words. you were loud enough when i had my mouth on you.”

you glare at her but your voice still cracks when you say it. “yes. i need you, jimin. want you to fuck me.”

she leans down and kisses you hard, like it’s a reward, like it’s a thank you, like she’s desperate to feel more of you. her hand slides between your legs again, spreading you open just enough, and then—

she pushes in.

you gasp, nails digging into her shoulders. the stretch burns but you want it. you crave it. she’s careful at first, slow and patient, watching your face the entire time like she needs to memorize it.

“there you go. taking me so well, baby.”she whispers, voice ragged.

you groan, eyes fluttering shut.

“eyes on me.” she murmurs.

and when you look up at her, her cheeks are flushed and her lips are parted. you can see the stunned awe in her expression as she bottoms out, and you realize she’s just as gone for you as you are for her. maybe more.

“you feel so good. so fucking tight— fuck…” she whimpers. her voice breaks at the end and she buries her face in your neck.

you feel everything. every inch of her, every tremble in her arms as she holds herself still inside you. like she’s trying not to lose it already.

you fingers thread through her hair, tugging gently and she groans at the feeling. her hips twitch forward.

“jimin.” you whisper breathlessly.

she pulls back enough to look at you again, lips still wet from the way she kissed you like you were hers.

“i’m not gonna last if you keep looking at me like that.” she says like a confession. like she’s ashamed of how bad she wants you.

you smile, but it’s slow and all mean girl again. “already?”

her breath catches. your hips roll up instinctively, grinding against her in a way that makes her hiss through her teeth.

her grip tightens on your thighs like she’s fighting for control. and losing.

"fuck.” she mutters, forehead pressing against yours now and eyes fluttering shut like she can’t handle you.

“awh. am i too much for you, jimin?” you coo softly, dragging your nails down her back.

she laughs shakily. “you have no idea.”

but then her eyes open again, and something shifts in them. she draws back just to thrust forward and the gasp that escapes your lips is immediate and involuntary.

you don’t even get a chance to say anything. her hips snap forward again— harder and rougher— and suddenly she’s pounding into you like she has something to prove. like she needs to ruin that little smile on your lips.

and maybe she does. because it only takes a few more thrusts before your smirk falters, lips parting with a moan as the pleasure catches up to you all at once.

“not so mouthy now, huh? where’s all that attitude, baby?” she mutters, breath hot against your skin as she fucks you into the mattress.

you wrap your legs around her, helpless against how brutal her pace is. and then her fingers find your clit again, rubbing in tight and practiced circles like she knows your body already.

“answer me.” she groans, voice low and strained.

“i— i can’t—“ you gasp.

“yes you can. c’mon, be a good girl. use your words.” her thrusts get deeper. rougher.

“jimin, please! ‘s so good— fuck!” you whimper, head falling back.

her name leaves your lips like a prayer. you can’t feel anything else except the way she’s filling you up so nicely.

“yeah? that’s what i thought. all that attitude just to end up a mess on my dick.” she pants, lips brushing your jaw, then your cheek, then your mouth.

you clench around her at the sound of her voice. it’s low, cocky, and desperate. and she groans at the feeling, pace stuttering just for a second before she fucks you harder.

“bet you’ve been thinking about this, huh? bet you touched yourself to the thought of me. acting like you don’t want it.” she breathes against your skin, hand sliding under your back to arch you up into her.

you can’t even form a real response anymore. just breathy, broken sounds. with her fingers on your clit, dick hitting that spot so deep you see stars, voice in your ear like she owns you, how can you?

“who’s making you feel good?” she demands, fucking you harder now.

you choke on a moan, head rolling back as your nails dig into her back.

“you are— fuck, jimin, you are—”

“that’s right. say it again.”

“you— fuck— only you! only you make me feel like this—“ you gasp, thighs shaking from how deep she’s hitting.

her lips crash into yours, messy and rough. like she can’t go another second without tasting you. and you let her. you give in completely.

she pulls back enough to speak, forehead resting against yours.

“you gonna cum for me again, baby? gonna let me feel you fall apart around me?”

you nod helplessly, everything tightening at once. your thighs, your core, and the way your fingers hold onto her.

“then cum. be my good girl and cum.” she whispers, barely holding it together.

and with one more thrust, you come undone, crying out her name like it’s the only word you know.

it makes her thrusts falter.

“babyy— i’m close— fuck, i’m gonna cum…” she moans.

“where do you want me?” her voice cracks when she says it, hips stuttering inside of you like she’s barely hanging on. you can feel how close she is. every twitch of her cock, the desperate way she’s gripping your hips, and the wild look in her eyes.

you cup her jaw, pulling her in until your lips are just barely touching. “inside. want you to cum inside of me, jimin.” you whisper.

her breath catches. her whole body tenses like she wasn’t expecting that.

“fuck—” she whines, burying her face in your neck. and then she’s cumming.

you feel it. the way she spills into you with a broken moan of your name, her body jerking with the force of it. her hips press down hard, as deep as she can go, and stay there as she trembles through it.

you’re both shaking. your arms wrap around her instinctively, keeping her close as she rides it out, soft whimpers spilling from her lips against your skin.

when she finally stills, she doesn’t move. just holds you like she can’t stand the thought of letting go. “still think i’m cute?”

you scoff breathlessly, rolling your eyes. “shut the fuck up.”

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[melanchoire]

Hey! Could I request a nsfw college AU with Karina?

Where you’re the shy, honor roll, top of the class, goody two shoes type and Karina is the outgoing, popular, everyone wants to be with her or her friend type.

You guys are in a relationship and she decides to sneak you guys into the deans office because she loves adrenaline and gets a thrill out of knowing the two of you could potentially get caught as she eating her lunch(you) on top of the deans desk.

Thank you!

BAD GIRLS R US ──── yu jimin

── ( 🚬 ) you thought acing exams was stressful? try dating karina, the campus rebel whose every impulsive decision threatens to unravel your perfectly structured world; now, she’s got her sights set on corrupting your good–girl image, and you must decide if you’re willing to risk it all for a taste of the forbidden fruit she's so tempting you with.

pairing. teasing dom!rebel girlfriend!karina x sub!good student!fem reader

warning(s). cum eating, cunnilingus, dirty talk, degradation, fingering, semi exhibitionism, spanking, squirting.

word count. 3,8k

being in a relationship with karina was, as cliché as it sounded, like riding a roller coaster with a fear of heights. you, the exemplary student, the beacon of discipline in academic pursuits, found yourself perpetually dangling from the precipice of her chaotic brilliance. honor roll was your middle name. you were a picture of academic discipline, dean’s list regular, a name synonymous with responsibility.

karina… well, karina was a supernova. bright, chaotic, and drawing everyone into her orbit. she was the cool girl from the movies, eternally confident, radiating a charisma that could light up a room.

but god, she has a big charm.

you remember the initial shock of it all. how she had noticed you. you, huddled in the library with your nose buried in textbooks, while she breezed through life, a whirlwind of social gatherings and spontaneous adventures. yet, here you were, undeniably, irrevocably entwined.

walking with karina was a public affair… it was impossible to go unnoticed. walking with her through the college halls was a sensory overload. your hand swallowed in hers, or her arm draped tentatively around your waist, became a magnet for attention. every few steps, a chorus of greetings would erupt; “good morning, karina!” “hey, karina!” “morning, karina, you look great!” the greetings were relentless, a chorus of admiration echoing her every footstep. her replies were always effortless, sprinkled with wit and genuine warmth. her confidence was a force field, deflecting anxieties that would usually cripple you. her attitude was the reason you loved her.

you, on the other hand, would shrink a little, offering shy smiles and quiet nods. even with your closest friends, karina’s presence amplified your timidity. you were perfectly content in her reflected glory, a quiet moon orbiting a vibrant sun.

now, standing in the bustling college hallway, the aroma of lukewarm coffee swirling around you, you checked your phone for the tenth time in as many minutes. sunlight filters through the leaves, dappling the brick facade in shifting patterns.

you’re waiting for karina, having escaped your literature class early after demolishing the midterm. elation had bloomed in your chest — an unexpected free morning! you’d texted karina, hoping she’d be free to celebrate with… something. anything. her reply was brief: “teacher MIA. free as a bird. meet you at the vending machines?”

first, you wonder why your girlfriend suddenly has free time when she’s supposed to be studying right now. surprisingly, karina didn’t have class because her professor supposedly bailed. you’re skeptical, but not enough to outright accuse her of ditching. you take a sip of your coffee, the lukewarm caffeine doing little to soothe the nervous flutter in your stomach.

that nagging little voice in your head, the one honed by years of academic integrity, whispered suspicions. karina skipping class? it wasn’t entirely out of the realm of possibility, but something felt off. you took a sip of coffee to try and relax and let the warmth soothe you from within; its bitterness doing little to soothe your rising unease. instead, it was as the taste of hazelnuts and caffeine had doubled your discomfort and worry.

as you scroll through instagram, a pair of hands snaked around your waist, startling you. the unexpected pressure sends a jolt of electricity through you. before you can react, someone’s blowing on your neck, a warm breath tickles your neck and sends a shiver down your spine, followed by a quick, playful kiss just behind your ear.

you nearly choke on your coffee, sputtering and flailing, before whirling around to find karina holding back a laugh, her eyes sparkling with mischievous delight. “hi baby.”

“karina!” you punch her lightly on the shoulder, a scolding simmering under your voice. “you idiot! you scared me half to death!”

“but you looked so cute, all serious and focused.” she said, her voice laced with amusement. “like you were solving the mysteries of the universe with just a cup of coffee and your phone. all focused and serious. it was adorable.”

you rolled your eyes, trying to maintain a semblance of composure. “very funny.”

you glare, but the heat in your cheeks betrays you. it’s impossible to stay mad at her. you give her the look and she apologizes, pressing a soft kiss to your lips as a peace offering.

she leaned in, her expression softening. “okay, okay, i’m sorry.” she murmured, planting a soft kiss on your lips. the world seemed to fade away for a moment, the noise of the hallway blurring into a distant hum. “i’ll say it again, i’m sorry sorry.” she murmurs, her breath warm against your skin. “couldn’t resist.”

she looped an arm around your waist, pulling you against her side and steering you down the hall. you let her lead, the familiar weight of her presence grounding you. “c’mon, let’s go for a walk.” she said, her voice regaining its usual playful tone. “tell me all about your brilliant conquering of calculus.”

“it was a literature exam.” you retort, giving her a slight sideways glance, noticing how she smirked at you getting moody when she manages to get out of you the attitude she loves the most

“so…” she says, her voice light and conversational. “how was the midterm from hell?”

“easy.” you retort, trying to sound nonchalant. “finished it in twenty minutes.”

“show off.” she nudges you playfully.

“and you, ms. art aficionado? what masterpieces are you creating today?” even though you two were joking around a bit and treating each other in a certain way, your question had a genuine interest.

“just finished a sculpture”. she replies. “i’m pretty proud of it. it’s… well, you’ll see.”

“i look forward to it. and if you need some help, i can help if you want.” you offer, ever the dutiful girlfriend.

“thanks, babe.” she rests her head on your shoulder for a moment. “i think i’m good for now. i just have to finish this painting project for arts. it’s kind of hard, you know?”

“yeah, i see. and what class was it that you so conveniently didn’t have because of a teacher’s absence?” you ask, your voice laced with gentle suspicion.

karina laughed, a melodious sound that always made your heart skip a beat. she tried to hide her smile, but a tell–tale glint in her eyes betrayed her. it only took one pointed look from you for her to confess. “okay, okay, you caught me.” she admits, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

“me and yeji and giselle decided a sunny morning was better spent… elsewhere.”

you felt a familiar surge of exasperation. “karina!” you started, ready to launch into a lecture about responsibility and wasted potential.

you open your mouth to scold her, to lecture her about responsibility and wasted potential, but she clamps a hand over your mouth, her eyes wide with mock horror. “shhh! don’t say it so loud!” she hisses. “someone might hear me, and then i’ll be in actual trouble.”

before you could formulate a retort, she grabs your wrist and tugs you in the opposite direction, away from the main thoroughfare and towards a more secluded part of campus. “c’mon, let’s go somewhere more… private to discuss this.”

you stumbled after her, your mind reeling. where was she taking you now?

“karina, where are you taking me?” you ask, your voice tinged with concern. she’s never skipped like this before. “we should probably get you back to class—”

she cuts you off, spinning you around and leading you towards the hallway with all the administration offices. now, you two are standing outside the… dean’s office. the polished brass plaque gleams in the filtered sunlight.

you stared at the imposing wooden door, your heart pounding in your chest. “karina, what are you doing?” you ask, your voice rising in pitch. the anxiety that had been simmering beneath the surface now threatens to boil over. “why are we here? you’re not in trouble, are you?”

she leans closer, her eyes sparkling with a reckless abandon that both terrifies and exhilarates you.

she grinned, a wild, mischievous glint in her eyes. “well, if i’m going to get a report for skipping class anyway.” she said, her voice dripping with mock drama. “i prefer to give a good reason for having one.”

“are you serious? karina, you’re going to get into serious trouble! actually... you’re going to get us into serious trouble! do you have any idea how a report would look next to my grades? that would ruin my student image! and—” before you could continue with your monologue, she interrupts you.

“relax.” she says, her voice a low murmur. “i’m going to get a report whatever happens, so, i prefer to give a good reason for having one. and don’t worry, if we get caught, i promise you that i’ll be the one to take full responsibility and face the consequences alone, so stop being a pussy.”

you don’t have time to process her baffling statement before she’s pushing you through the door, her hand firmly planted on your lower back. the office is thankfully empty, the dean presumably away at a meeting. the air smells of old paper and authority. this is so wrong.

she pressed you against the cool, smooth surface of the door, her body a warm, insistent pressure against yours. your breath caught in your throat. her hands moved to cup your face, her thumbs gently tracing the lines of your cheekbones. her gaze, intense and playful, locked with yours.

“karina.” you breathed, your voice barely audible.

she didn’t answer. instead, she lowered her head, her lips brushing against yours in a feather–light kiss that sent shivers dancing down your spine. the kiss deepened, her lips parting yours, inviting you in. you surrendered, your worries and anxieties melting away in the heat of her touch.

her hands moved from your face to the small of your back, pulling you even closer, molding your bodies together. the subtle scent of her perfume, a mix of vanilla and something indescribably floral, filled your senses.

her hands roam freely, tracing the curve of your waist, sliding under your shirt to explore the sensitive skin of your back. you gasp against her mouth, your body responding instinctively to her touch. her fingers dance along your spine, sending shivers down your back.

the world shrinks to the space between you, a bubble of heat and desire in the sterile environment of the dean’s office. you can feel the rapid beat of her heart against yours, the frantic pace of her breath mingling with your own.

you instinctively arched closer, your own hands finding their way to her hair, the soft strands sliding between your fingers. the kissing grew more insistent, more demanding, a silent conversation of desire and unspoken needs.

she nibbled at your lower lip, her tongue tracing its outline, and you moaned softly, the sound lost in the deepening kiss. your hands moved lower, tracing the curve of her back, the smooth fabric of her blouse a tantalizing barrier.

the kissing broke, and she trailed kisses down your jawline, her breath warm against your skin. you tilted your head back, giving her better access, a silent invitation. her lips found the sensitive skin of your neck, and you gasped, a thrill shooting through you.

“karina.” you managed to whisper, your voice trembling slightly. “we… we shouldn’t be doing this here. the lunch bell will ring any minute.” the absurdity of the situation finally registered, the dean’s office feeling suddenly small and claustrophobic.

she pulled back slightly, her eyes dark and knowing. “then…” she whispered, her voice husky with desire. “we should hurry up.”

karina’s hands slid up your sides, her fingers splaying across your back as she pulled your body flush against hers. you could feel every curve and contour of her lithe, toned figure pressed against you, separated only by the thin fabric of your uniforms.

she captured your mouth in a searing kiss, her lips moving hungrily against yours. her tongue pushed past your teeth, exploring and claiming, dominating your mouth with a fierce intensity. one hand tangled in your silky hair, gripping it tightly as she angled your head to deepen the kiss.

karina’s other hand slid down to grab your ass, squeezing the firm flesh hard enough to leave imprints of her fingers. she ground her hips against yours, letting you feel the heat building between her legs. the kiss turned sloppy, wet, obscene in its intensity as she devoured your mouth.

karina’s hands slid down to your ass, squeezing the soft yet firm cheeks, followed by a tap on your side, giving you the signal to wrap your legs around her waist. without breaking the weight, she effortlessly carries you up to the dean’s large, polished mahogany desk

after a long, breathless moment, she broke the kiss, leaving you both panting. a string of saliva connected your lips before she licked them clean with a wicked grin.

karina’s eyes flashed with unbridled lust and a hint of madness as she gazed at you, chest heaving with each ragged breath. without warning, she spun you around and bent you over the dean’s large, imposing desk, scattering papers and office supplies to the floor. her fingers found the hem of your skirt, pushing it up and bunched around your waist.

“fuck, you look so hot like this, love.” she growled, giving your ass a sharp smack. the sound echoed through the office, followed by the muffled yelp that escaped your lips. karina rubbed the reddened flesh, soothing the sting before continuing with her purpose.

slowly, teasingly, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of your panties and tugged them down, yanking them off your legs and tossing them carelessly to the floor. cool air kissed your bare skin, making you shiver with anticipation.

wrapping her long hands around your waist, she spins you around, making you lie on your back. karina grabbed your thighs, spreading them wide and pushing your legs against your chest, making you hook your hands on the back of your knees and hold them against your chest — this exposed your most intimate place to her hungry gaze.

“mmmh, and look at this pretty little pussy... all pretty and perfect, just for me.” karina licked her lips as she took in the sight of your exposed sex, glistening and ready. she leaned in close, her warm breath ghosting over your most intimate place. her fingers slid through your slick folds, teasing and stroking. she could feel the heat radiating from your core, the slick evidence of your arousal coating her fingertip.

without further preamble, karina leaned in and sealed her mouth over your sex, her tongue delving deep between your folds. she groaned at the taste of you, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment before she focused intently on pleasuring you. her tongue circled and flicked over your clit, then pushed inside your tight heat, fucking you with deep, deliberate strokes.

karina’s hands gripped your thighs hard enough to leave marks as she held your legs open, keeping you spread wide for her hungry mouth. she devoured you like a woman starved, determined to taste every drop of your arousal.

she lapped at you greedily, savoring your unique taste, before focusing on your sensitive clit. she suckled and flicked the hardened nub, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body.

karina attacked your pussy with wild abandon, her tongue delving deep and stroking every sensitive nerve ending. sloppy, wet sounds filled the dean's office as she ate you out with gusto, not caring about the mess she was making or who might hear.

every so often, she would pull back and spank your ass hard, leaving a red handprint on your cheek. the sharp sting only served to heighten your arousal, making you writhe and buck against her mouth.

“fuck, you taste so good.” karina growled against your cunt, giving your clit a hard suck. she released it with a pop, only to dive back in and press the flat of her tongue against it, rubbing firm circles.

“such a naughty girl… letting me do this in the dean’s office.” she purred, punctuating her words with a sharp smack to your ass. “i bet you love being a dirty slut, don’t you baby? being eaten out where anyone could catch us?”

tears burn in your eyes, escaping from the corners of your eyes and turning into fat drops as they begin their journey down your blushing cheeks. a sob escapes from your swollen and almost sore lips from biting them so much in attempts to contain your moans and noises so as not to be caught in this position by some teacher or student. “you’re the one who suggested it.”

karina laughed, a low, wicked sound that vibrated against your sensitive flesh. she delivered another hard spank to your ass, leaving a matching red handprint on the other cheek.

karina smirked up at you, her chin glistening with your juices. she gave your clit a quick flick with her tongue before responding. “mmmh, you’re right, baby. i’m the one who suggested it. guilty as charged, baby. but i’m not sorry. i saw what i wanted and i went for it, just like this… and look at you, being such an obedient girlfriend for me.” she purred, rubbing your reddened skin soothingly before gripping it hard enough to leave bruises.

she dove back in, sucking your clit into her mouth and flicking it rapidly with her tongue. at the same time, she pushed a finger, then two, into your dripping cunt, pumping them in and out at a brutal pace.

“mmmh, and now look at you, spread out on the dean’s desk like a feast for me to devour. i can’t help myself around a cute little thing like you.” she purred, curling her fingers to rub your g–spot as her thumb circled your clit.

karina leaned in and buried her face between your thighs again, attacking your pussy with single–minded focus. she licked and sucked and fucked you with her tongue and fingers, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

she could feel your walls starting to flutter around her invading fingers, signaling your impending orgasm. karina doubled her efforts, determined to make you come undone on her tongue.

“that’s it, baby, come for me.” she growled against your cunt, the vibrations pushing you over the precipice. “i want to taste your cum dripping down my chin as i make you scream my name.”

karina punctuated her words with a particularly hard spank to your ass, leaving a vivid red handprint on your skin. at the same time, she pressed her thumb hard against your clit and bit down gently on your clit, sending you hurtling into ecstasy.

she could feel your breathing growing more ragged, your hips bucking erratically against her face. with a final, hard suck to your clit, she pushed a third finger into your tight channel, stretching you deliciously.

karina fucked you hard and fast, the wet squelch of her fingers plunging in and out of your dripping cunt filling the room. she could feel your walls fluttering, your body tensing, and she knew you were right on the cusp.

with a final, brutal thrust and a hard suck to your clit, karina sent you hurtling over the edge. your pussy clenched vice–tight around her fingers as your orgasm crashed through you, waves of ecstasy radiating out from your core.

your pussy clamped down around her fingers as your orgasm crashed over you, wave after wave of intense pleasure radiating out from your core. karina moaned as she felt your release flooding her mouth, lapping up every drop of your essence like a woman starved.

karina groaned against your spasming sex, lapping up your release and pushing her fingers deeper to feel every pulse and flutter. she worked you through your climax with skilled fingers and a wicked tongue, wringing out every last tremor and aftershock until you collapsed back onto the dean’s desk, boneless and sated. only then did she pull back, a smug grin on her face as she licked her lips.

pathetic. that's what you looked like right now; pathetic. but of course your girlfriend was enjoying every damn second of this moment, seeing you so vulnerable given the context of the situation… maybe this will just feed her twisted brain and get her mind working on thinking of more places she can get a nice piece of pussy if she’s in the mood

maybe this will just feed her twisted brain and get her mind working on thinking of more places she can get a nice piece of pussy if she’s in the mood, and of course, you’d never deny it to your girlfriend, right?

“not bad for a quick fuck in the dean’s office, huh baby?” she purred, standing up and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. her eyes raked over your disheveled form, sprawled out on the dean’s desk with your skirt bunched up around your waist.

karina leaned over you, bracing her hands on either side of your head. she licked her lips, still glistening with your juices. “and i’m not nearly done with you yet, baby. we’ve still got so much more to explore together… just wait until i get you all to myself.”

pulling away from you, she takes your wrist, giving you a gentle tug to lift your body off the desk and onto your feet.

she picks up your discarded panties on the carpeted floor, kneeling in front of you. wrapping one of her hands around your ankle, she helps you lift each of your legs and put your underwear back on. she hooks her thumbs into the waistband of your underwear, pulling the panties up your weak, shaking legs — the fabric stained as it made contact with your slippery folds and puffy clit, but hey, you had to endure the sensation until you could find a moment to sneak off to your dorm and find a clean pair of panties.

smoothing your skirt and setting it into place, karina watches through her lashes as you put your sweater back in place and comb your hair, running your fingers through your messy locks. “we’ll go get something from the cafeteria, okay? let me buy you something for lunch. you need to regain your energy to continue the day, you can’t be in class with that lack of energy on your body. i promise that after class, i’ll take you home and take proper care of you.”

you smiled victoriously. finishing the literature exam in record time and passing it, being able to spend quality time with your girlfriend, getting fucked by her and then her promising you a nice breakfast and a date afterwards? today was your lucky day.

“oh, and wipe that satisfied smirk off your face before someone sees. wouldn’t want people getting the wrong idea about the dean’s pretty little assistant.”

[i73mj]

spoiled!

pairings: sugar-mommy!karina x college-student!yn

warnings: kitten kitten kitten, rough sex, use of strap, bulge?, sex in bathtub

a/n: gosh i should really keep track of what i wrote for the warnings😓 also not proofread but there'll be part 2 after i finished my exams🤟😎 special tag btw!! @intermixforyou

the door clicks shut gently—well past midnight—karina went straight to her room with her body ached from back-to-back meetings. the only thing she wants to do is run a warm bath and change into a more comfortable clothes after running on caffeine and impatience.

she took off her coat and throws it somewhere, did the same with her heels. she reaches for the beer in her fridge while unbuttoning her crinkled shirt. she took a deep breath and releases it full of stress as she walk towards her room when she find a pleasant surprise on her bed.

you, all dolled up in one of her lingerie (that's a little too big for you, especially the chest area), snoring softly. you were waiting for her to come home but sleep got the best of you. still, karina chuckled as she made her way to kneel beside the bed you are sleeping on.

”kitten, wake up,” she puts down her beer on the nightstand and tucks a few strands of your hair behind your ear to expose the soft line of your cleavage. no answer. you are still snoring softly and only snuggles to karina's cold hands as a response. karina lets out a low hum, lips twitching into a fond, amused smile.

”mm, look at you,” she murmurs, thumb grazing the corner of your mouth. ”you really put this on for me, didn't you, baby?”

you haven't yet respond, of course, still lost in a dream. you just breathe deeper, lashes fluttering a little as her cold fingers trace down your jaw, then lower—skimming down your neck and over the silk strap that's fallen off your shoulder.

”you’re such a good girl,” she whispers, voice just above a breath now. ”waiting for mommy like this... in my favorite set, no less.”

her hand slides under the loose cup of the lingerie, cupping your breast, thumb stroking slow circles around your nipple. your body shivers, but you’re still not awake—not really.

karina leans in, kissing just below your ear. ”don't worry, kitten. i'll be gentle—just enough to take the edge off... for both of us.” her other hand trails down your stomach, slipping past the hem of the lace.

”you're warm,” she mutters against your skin, eyes dark with something feral. ”so soft, so ready for me even in your sleep.” she flips you gently to lay on your back, uncovering your thighs and slowly trails kisses from your ankle to your inner thigh.

”mmh...” you let out a soft whimper, slowly waking up when karina finally kisses the top of your mound, ”m-mommy?” karina lets out a soft sigh.

”aww, i was just having fun,” she coos, gently helps you to sit, ”had a nice nap?”

”mmhm… missed you…” you mumble, voice hoarse and small. cheeks still flushed, eyes barely open as you lean into her touch like a kitten seeking warmth.

karina smiles, brushing your hair back and kissing your temple. ”i missed you too, baby. you looked so pretty—how could i not touch you a little?”

you squirm in her lap, immediately getting sensitive from her teasing earlier, your thighs pressing together instinctively. she notices, of course.

”shh,” she soothes, cupping your cheek, ”want to join me in the bath?” before you can answer, she's already picking you up, one arm under your knees and the other behind your back. you hide your face in her shoulder, letting her carry you like you weigh nothing.

***

the bathroom is warm with steam, lit only by the soft golden glow of the vanity light. the tub is being filled, karina sets you down on the bath mat and strips what little is left between you two, eyes never leaving your flushed face.

”get in first, sweetheart,” she murmurs, placing a sweet kiss on your forehead, ”i'll join you in a sec,” you step in, the water hugging your skin like silk. when she finally sinks in behind you, her short hair dampening at the tips, you instinctively scoot back to her, letting her craddle you.

for a while, it's quiet—her hands rubbing innocent circles on your hips underwater, her lips brushing your shoulder as the scent of lavender swirls around you both.

then she sits up slightly, handing you a soft sponge.

”baby,” she says softly, ”be good and help mommy wash her back?” you blink up at her, dazed and pliant, ”okay...” you shift behind her as she leans forward, baring the elegant curve of her back to you. you run the sponge along her spine, slowly—up, then down again—watching the way her muscles move beneath her skin. her sighs are soft, content.

but your hands get greedy. they stray lower, from her waist to the side of her ribs... then forward—just a little. you glance at her face in the mirror. she doesn't stop you.

so you keep going.

your hands sneak over her stomach, then up to cup her breasts under the water, the sponge floats, long forgotten. her breath hitches.

”kitten,” she warns gently, a teasing note in her voice, ”that's not my back.”

”but you feel so good...” you murmur, fingers brushing over her nipples, watching them harden under your touch. ”wanna make mommy feel good.” she chuckles, low and dangerous, tilting her head to the side.

”such a naughty little thing, i was trying to behave tonight. you got classes tomorrow right?” instead of nodding, you lean in, kissing the nape of her neck.

”you started it.” you whisper, getting more and more brazen, as your hands knead softly at her chest, thumbs rubbing gentle circles over her nipples until she exhales a shaky breath.

karina chuckles, head falling back slightly to rest against your shoulder, ”God, you're such a little brat.” but she doesn't stop you.

the water sloshes quietly as you shift closer behind her, pressing soft kisses down her neck, your bare chest flush against her slick back. you can feel her heartbeat—steady, strong—but quickening under your touch.

”does it feel good, mommy?” you ask, voice syrupy and teasing.

”mmh,” she hums, rolling her hips just slightly under the water, ”feels like my baby's trying to take care of me.”

your hands slide lower, ghosting down her stomach until your fingertips slip between her legs. she parts them for you without a word.

”just like that,” she whispers, breath catching as your fingers explore slow, gentle circles against her folds.

”fuck, kitten...” you smile into her skin. she's so warm, so soft, so wet—maybe not just from the bath.

”want you to relax,” you murmur, slipping a finger inside her, earning a low, chocked moan, ”mommy worked so hard today... let me help.”

she turns her face slightly, just enough to capture your lips in a slow, open-mouthed kiss—messy and deep like she's trying to breathe you in.

”don't stop,” she pants against your mouth, ”don't you dare stop.” she breathes, voice already threadbare—but you don't respon. just give her that soft, sinful smirk and dip under the water, letting it rise over your shoulders as you sink between her thighs.

karina lets out a breath, chest rising with a gasp as your tongue drags slow and deliberate up her folds. you taste her—really taste her—and fuck, it's addicting. sweet and heavy on your tongue, warm even through the bathwater.

you grip her thighs tighter after lifting karina up to make her sit at the edge of the tub, spreading her just enough to bury your mouth deeper, and that's when karina loses it.

”fuck—baby—” her voice breaks, eyes fluttering shut as her hips jerk up, trying to chase the pressure of your mouth. ”just like that, yes—right there, oh god—”

you moan into her, the sound vibrating against her clit. she feelts it, sharp and electric, and you feel her clench around nothing. she's trying so hard to hold still, but her thighs tremble as you suck her swollen clit into your mouth and roll your tongue around it in tight, wet circles.

her hand slaps weakly against the side of the tub, ”you're gonna—fuck—make me come, baby, you want that? want mommy to come all over that pretty mouth?”

you hum again, hungrier now, tilting your head to get even closer—diving in like you've been starving for days, tongue lapping at her with an obscene slurp. she tastes like salt and lavender and her, and you want every last drop.

karina tries to move herself, but your grip pins her down.

”oh my god,” she whispers, her whole body shaking, ”you're fucking insatiable—”

then she breaks.

her thighs clamps around your head, a chocked sob tearing from her throat as her hips grind helplessly into your face. her orgasm crashes down hard and fast, her body shuddering as her slick coats your tongue, thick and hot, mixing with bathwater as she writhes against you.

you stay kneeling, licking her through it—slow, worshipful strokes, like you're savoring dessert. only when she slips back inside the tub, twitching and breathless, do you finally let her go, lips swollen and chin dripping with her.

she stares at you with glassy eyes, cheeks flushed, breath still shallow.

”you—” her voice cracks, ”you filthy, perfect little thing.”

you blink up at her, eyes innocent and lips parted, ”did i do good, mommy?”

she just laughs—wrecked, loving, feral.

”get over here, mommy's not done with you.”

***

oh, and she really mean it.

”c'mere,” she murmurs, tugging you into her lap. the water sloshes as you straddle her thighs, hands pressed to her chest for balance. her skin is flushed and warm, breast slick and rising with each breath.

”sit still,” she whispers, and you do. obediently. perfectly. thighs parted just enough as her hands slips between them. the first touch of her fingers against your folds makes you whimper. your hips jerk, eyes fluttering shut. she chuckles darkly and kisses your neck.

”so soaked...” her fingers slip through your folds again, slow and teasing, parting you open. your breath catches as one finger dips inside, then two—pressing in with that practiced curl that has your thighs quacking.

”shhh,” she coos against your shoulder. ”let mommy take care of you. just sit there and feel me, okay?” you choke on a moan when she starts moving—slow but deep, knuckles brushing your walls, palm nudging your clit with every stroke.

”such a needy little thing,” she murmurs, lips brushing your ears as her fingers thrust deeper.

”look at you, grinding on my hand like a slutty little doll.” you can't help it—your hips move on their own, chasing the pressure, chasing the edge. her other hand grips your waist, keeping you grounded while she fucks you open.

”mmph—m-mommy, please—” you cry, burying your face in her neck.

”please what, baby?” ”please don't stop. need it. wanna cum for you—wanna make you proud—”

karina moans softly at that, her own thighs clenching, ”you always make me proud, kitten,” and just like that—she speeds up. fingers pumping fast, slick and loud in the water, your moans echoing against the bathroom tiles. her thumb finds your clit and rubs tight circles, fast and relentless. your body arches. toes curling, mouth falling open, voice breaking.

”m-mommy—i'm—i'm gonna—” ”cum for me.” she growls against your throat, ”be good, cum all over mommy's fingers.”

and you do—shattering in her arms, body jerking and crying out as your orgasm crashes down hard and wet. her hand never stops moving until you're twitching and boneless, clinging to her like a lifeline.

”good girl, my perfect little angel,” after your orgasm, karina lifts you out of the tub with steady arms, wrapping you in one of her plush towels. your body's limp against her chest—shaky and warm, cheeks flushed, eyes barely open. she kisses your temple as she carries you out, water dripping down both your bodies.

”you did so well,” she lays you down gently on the bed and kneels beside you, drying your skin with slow, careful hands. you hum sleepily, nuzzling into her touch. your lashes flutter, barely awake, and you reach out—fingers curling around her wrist like you don't want her to leave.

”mommy,” you whisper, voice hoarse.

”m'sorry...” ”sorry for what, kitten?” karina stills. your eyes blink open, watery and hazy, lips trembling, ”for making you tired. you had a long day and i—i wanted to make you feel good but i... i'm so selfish-”

”hey, no,” she cuts in softly, brushing damp hair from your face, ”you made me feel amazing. don't ever say that.” you nod, but your hips roll-just a little—just enough to press yourself against her palm as she cups your cheek.

”baby...” she warns, though her voice is more fond than firm.

”i can't help it,” you breathe, rubbing your thighs together, desperate but still sleepy ”i'm still... still so empty, mommy. want you again, but you're tired. i'm sorry, i'll be good-just a little, please?” and before she can answer, your body moves on instinct—grinding into her hand like a kitten in heat. soft little whines escape your lips with every rut, your face scrunched with guilt and need and desperation.

karina watches you, entranced. you're warm and flushed, pupils blown, still glistening between your thighs. even like this—fuzzy and limp in her arms—you're insatiable.

”fuck, baby...” she groans, gently pushing your legs apart with her knee. ”you're gonna be the death of me.”

”want mommy to use me. just use me until you're not tired anymore,” you nod eagerly, barely catching her words. karina slides her fingers back between your folds, feeling just how wet you still are. your hips jolt. your lips part with a needy moan.

”you wanna make it up to me?” she purrs leaning down until her breath fans across your lips.

”then lie back and let mommy fuck the apology out of you.” your breath hitches as she rises off the bed, towel slipping from her hips. she walks—slow, deliberate—to the drawer by the closet. you watch her through half-lidded eyes, dazed and soaked, thighs clenching at the anticipation.

when she turns around, she's holding it—the strap. black. thick. intimidating. the one she rarely uses. the one that leaves you wrecked for days. your lips part, a soft gasp catching in your throat. ”m-mommy..”

karina smiles, slow and sinful. ”what? too much?” she climbs back onto the bed, looming over you like a god.

”but i thought you wanted to make mommy feel better. don't tell me you're backing out now, kitten.” you shake your head, biting your lip as you spread your legs wider.

”want it. want all of you, mommy. please...” she growls-low and approving—and presses a knee between your thighs dragging the tip of the strap through your folds. your whole body twitches, breath caught, hands fisting the sheets.

”so fucking wet already,” she huffs, lining up with your entrance. ”all that whining and grinding—this what you were begging for, hm? to be split open on mommy's biggest cock like a needy little toy?”

you let out a broken moan, head tossing back.

”use me mommy. please.. want to feel full. want you to ruin me...” ”atta girl.”

and then she pushes in.

inch by inch, slow and relentless. the stretch burns—delicious, overwhelming, perfect. your mouth falls open, eyes wide and glassy as she fills you up, deeper than ever before.

”that's it,” karina breathes, gripping your thighs, and forcing them wider. ”take it all, i know you can—my greedy baby, always begging for more.”

your back arches. your nails dig into her arms. every breath you take is a whimper, a sob, a plea. once she's fully inside, she pauses—just to watch you tremble around her, cunt clenching, mouth babbling nonsense.

”look at you,” she murmurs, brushing your tears away with her thumb. ”already crying and i haven't even fucked you yet.”

”f-fuck me, mommy,” you gasp, ”need it so bad—need you to break me, please...”

”then hold on, kitten.” she pulls back, slow and sinful—then slams back in, hard enough to make the headboard crack.

you scream.

and karina just laughs, low and breathless, already setting a brutal pace—fucking into you like it's the only thing keeping her sane, like you belong to her (which you do).

she fucks you into the mattress, her grip unrelenting—hands planted on either side of your head, driving her hips down into yours with brutal, punishing thrusts. the strap's so deep inside you, every stroke punching gasps out of your lungs, making your legs twitch and your stomach flutter.

you're not even forming real words anymore—just sobs, cries, moans of mommy and please and so good all tangled up in your throat.

”you wanted this, didn't you?” karina growls, lips grazing your ear. ”wanted mommy to ruin your cute little hole? stretch you out until you can't take anything else?”

you nod—frantic. tears spill from your lashes as you paw at her back, trying to pull her even closer, bury her deeper.

”yes, yes, yes—fuck, mommy—don't stop-i'm gonna—”

she doesn't slow. she can't. your body clings to her, soaking, sloppy, walls fluttering like you're seconds from snapping again. she leans back just enough to watch the strap disappear into you, your tummy bulging slightly from the pressure, her jaw tightening at the sight.

”look at you,” she pants, grabbing your thighs and pushing them up toward your chest, folding you in half. ”taking me so fucking well. this hole was made for mommy's cock, wasn't it?”

”yes—yes, please—m'so close—mommy please let me-”

”then cum, baby,” she whispers, droppingher lips to yours in a bruising kiss. ”make a mess on mommy's cock. show me how much you love being used.”

and just like that—you break.

your back arches off the bed, a raw cry leaving your throat as you cum hard, soaking her, soaking the sheets, entire body trembling. karina doesn't stop—dragging it out, fucking you through every twitch and jolt until your limbs go limp, mouth parted, eyes glassy.

but even then-especially then—you keep whispering it, barely there, barely conscious: ”m'sorry, mommy... sorry for being needy... just love you so much... want to make you feel good...”

karina's heart aches.

she leans down, brushing hair from your sweat-slicked forehead, her thrusts finally slowing down.

”shh, baby. i know you do," she whispers, ”you're mommy's perfect little girl. and mommy's not done with you yet.”

[zuhaism]

⊹ ｡˚ 𓂃 ♡ BITTERSWEET FEELINGS ?!

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pairing : jock!reader x meangirl!jimin

synopsis : you swore on your homies life jimins car wasnt there when you reversed. now you have to face the consequences of being jimins slave for the whole summer

a/n : IM BACK GUYS I FINISHED HIGHSCHOOL WOWOWOWOWOWO. i have a sophia fic cooking up in the oven pls give me motivation to write

the sun rays burns down on the pavement. casting shimmering heat waves off the rows of parked cars infront of the supermarket. the air smells like asphalt and faintly of gasoline. tension in the air so thick it might as well be solid and yet. none of it compares to the suffocating weight in your chest as you stare, in horror, at the very expensive, very sleek, very ruined black car in front of you.

you really didn’t mean to do it.

you swear on your mom’s life you didn’t.

but the horrifying crunch of metal against metal still rings in your ears. vibrating through your bones like the aftershock of an earthquake. your hands are frozen on the wheel, white-knuckled, and your breath catches somewhere between your ribs as you take in the undeniable dent you just gifted this beautiful, angry looking machine.

“oh. oh no. oh my god. i did not just—” you breathe out. stomach twisting in sheer horror. this wasn’t supposed to happen. you were supposed to run a quick errand. buy groceries for your mom. go home and continue your harry potter marathon. not this.

“stupid,” you mutter, smacking your forehead with the heel of your palm. “stupid, stupid, stupid—”

before you can even process your next move, the driver’s door swings open with a force that makes you flinch.

yu. fucking. jimin.

the richest kid in school. the kind of rich that makes people whisper behind her back, half in awe, half in resentment.

her dad owns the most luxurious country club in town. which of course, makes her the best golfer in school. not because she loves it, but because she was practically raised on the green. probably holding a club before she could even walk. she walks through the halls like she owns them (and maybe she does).

her head high, expression unreadable, never wasting words on people she doesn’t deem worth her time. she only keeps a tight circle. four friends. untouchable. (though one of them is your partner in chemistry , minjeong whose company you enjoy alot and you dont understand how a soft girl like her is best friends with jimin).

she gets whatever she wants. people trip over themselves to be on her good side. and when they're not? well. she makes them regret it. and right now, judging by the absolute murder in her eyes, you are very much not on her good side.

your brain short-circuits, all logical thought thrown straight out the window. your vision tunnels, your stomach flips, and before you can even register what’s happening, your head tips forward, smacking against the steering wheel.

the horn blares, loud and jarring, slicing through the summer air like a knife.

you jolt upright immediately, blinking fast, your heartbeat thundering in your ears. the world is still spinning, and yet one thing remains painfully clear. you are so, so screwed.

jimin stands there, arms crossed, sunglasses perched on her head, dark hair gleaming in the sunlight like something out of a goddamn magazine. the breeze tousles a few loose strands around her face. but her eyes dark, and burning with barely restrained fury stay locked on the damage, as if she’s willing the dent to disappear through sheer force of her eyes. her top tightly hugs her frame that almost made you pass out again

she exhales sharply, running a hand through her hair. the strands slip through her fingers effortlessly, like silk, and it almost distracts you from the murder written all over her expression. almost.

“you have got to be fucking kidding me,” she seethes. voice low. deadly.

her posture is stiff, shoulders squared, one perfectly manicured hand resting on her hip. the subtle shift of her weight onto one leg makes her stance look effortless, like she owns the entire parking lot and by extension, your life.

you, on the other hand, are still frozen in your car like a complete idiot.

“get. out.”

you scramble to obey. nearly getting tangled in your seatbelt in your rush. your sneakers scrape against the pavement as you finally step out. the heat hitting you full force, and you’re suddenly hyperaware of how dry your mouth is.

“okay, okay, before you, um, say anything…, i just wanna say that i deeply regret my actions and—”

“regret?” she scoffs. taking a slow, deliberate step forward. “you wrecked my car, hotshot. i don’t care about your regret. i care about my bumper.”

your nose scrunches. “hotshot?”

jimin tilts her head, mock innocence dripping with venom. “oh, is that not what they call you?”

your jaw clenches. face heating even more than it already was under the sun. “that’s uncalled for.”

“so was your car slamming into mine,” she deadpans.

“technically,” you start, trying desperately to ease the tension, “it’s my bumper that—”

“do not finish that sentence unless you want to die in this parking lot.”

you snap your mouth shut. “right. totally fair.”

jimin pinches the bridge of her nose. her patience clearly wearing thin. the sharp inhale she takes in through her nose is slow, measured, like she’s actively resisting the urge to strangle you.

“do you even have insurance?”

your stomach sinks. “…define insurance?”

the laugh that escapes her is dry, humorless, and a little terrifying. “oh, this is gonna be fun.”

you shift awkwardly on your feet. the asphalt radiating heat through the soles of your shoes. sweat drips down the back of your neck, and you resist the urge to wipe it away, because somehow, looking nervous in front of her feels even worse than actually being nervous.

“sooo… how much are we talkin’?” you try, forcing out a bright, if not completely panicked chuckle. “like, damage-wise? i-i can pay you back. eventually. probably.”

“no. no probably.”

her voice is steel, and when you look up, her arms are crossed again, her nails tapping against her elbow. she’s still looking at you like you just ran over her childhood pet, and it’s making your stomach churn.

“you will pay me back,” she continues, voice calm, controlled. and then, a smirk, slow and wicked, curls onto her lips. “or else.”

your pulse stutters. “or else… what?”

she leans in, just slightly, and suddenly, she’s everywhere. her scent, something expensive and infuriatingly pleasant, wrapping around you like a trap. your breath catches. it’s distracting, the way she moves, the effortless confidence. the quiet kind of power that makes your stomach twist.

“or else you’ll regret ever stepping behind a wheel, sweetheart.”

your mouth goes dry.

jimin is close, too close, and the sun catches on the sharp angles of her face, highlighting the slight arch of her brow, the press of her lips, the way her eyes are practically daring you to push your luck. your fingers twitch at your sides, and you swallow. you don’t know whether to be terrified or intrigued. maybe both.

“give me your number,” the warmth of her breath ghosts over your skin, and your brain short-circuits for a second. her perfume is something delicate yet undeniably expensive, the kind that lingers, the kind that’ll stick to your clothes if you stand here any longer.

you fumble with your phone, fingers clumsy, pulse hammering against your ribs. she watches, amused, and somehow, that makes it worse.

“i’ll text you all the details so get ready for one hell of a summer”

last night, at exactly midnight, an unknown number texted you. right of the bat you knew it was her. she texted you a demented and threatening text you’ve come to expect from her.

“tmrw 9am sharp at the country club. dress accordingly. don’t be late or i’ll make sure you regret ever stepping foot on a basketball court again.”

she knew exactly what she was doing, sending that text just late enough to ruin a good night’s sleep. you woke up dreading the day ahead, and now, you’re actually living it. the frustration settles in again like a second wave, thick and inescapable. you hate the stupid country club. hate the stupid sun burning the back of your neck. hate the stupid heavy golf bag on your shoulder. and jimin

…okay, maybe hate is a strong word.

but considering how smug she looks right now. immaculate as ever in a crisp white polo that fits her perfectly, tucked into an infuriatingly short skirt that only accentuates her toned legs. and goddamn those thighs– you think she deserves at least a little bit of it.

the way the country club aesthetic should be obnoxious but somehow works flawlessly on her only adds to your growing irritation. the neatly pressed uniform, the poised stance, the effortless air of privilege. even the faintest scent of something expensive. probably a perfume that costs more than your debt clings to her like an afterthought.

it's annoying.

she doesn’t even have to try.

jimin shifts her weight slightly, rolling her shoulders back as she adjusts her golf glove with slow, deliberate movements. she does everything with an infuriating sense of ease, like she knows she’s being watched and thrives on it. her fingers flex slightly before she pulls the glove snug, and when she finally turns to look at you, there’s a flicker of something in her gaze—amusement, condescension, curiosity. all neatly wrapped in a bow of insufferable confidence.

"this is actual, real-life torture," you grumble, adjusting the strap of the golf bag for what feels like the hundredth time as you follow her across the pristine green. the weight digs into your shoulder, pressing into already-sore muscles, and you know tomorrow will be hell. "can’t you just, i don’t know, get one of the employees to do this?"

jimin doesn’t even spare you a glance as she steps onto the tee box, stretching her arms above her head in a slow, languid motion. the movement elongates her frame, revealing a glimpse of her toned stomach, muscles flexing subtly under smooth skin. your throat goes dry, warmth creeping up your neck as you try, really try, not to react. you snap your gaze toward the horizon, willing yourself to think of anything else, but the image lingers stubbornly.

jimin, of course, is fully aware. she drops her arms with an easy grace, a knowing look flickering in her eyes before she turns away, the corner of her lips curving just slightly. not quite a smirk, but something close, something taunting. she rolls her wrists, settling into position like nothing happened, like she didn’t just momentarily wreck your focus with a stretch. "the employees," she says smoothly, rolling her wrist as she grips the club, "are not in debt to me for crashing into my car."

you groan, adjusting the heavy golf bag filled with clubs on your shoulder. easing the discomfort "you are never gonna let that go, are you?"

"not until you pay me back. and at the rate you’re going, that might take a while, hotshot." her voice is as sweet as honey but edged with superiority, like she’s savoring every second of your misery.

you clench your jaw. hotshot. again.

"you have to stop calling me that," you mutter, setting the bag down next to the tee box with more force than necessary, the weight making your arms ache.

except jimin isn’t looking at the bag. she’s watching you, the way your muscles shift as you move, the barely concealed strain in your shoulders. there’s something almost delighted in her gaze, like she’s found a new source of entertainment.

"oh? why? does it bother you?" she asks, plucking a driver from the bag with an ease that only irritates you further. the way her toned arms flex with the motion doesn't help either. she knows exactly what she’s doing, and judging by the quirk of her lips, she’s enjoying every second of your discomfort.

you narrow your eyes, crossing your arms. "it’s inaccurate."

she hums, lining up her shot, an infuriating smirk ghosting over her lips. "hmm. i disagree. you think you’re hot shit on the court, don’t you?"

her stance shifts slightly, feet planting firmly into the grass as she squares her shoulders. the way she moves is calculated. each adjustment precise, deliberate. you watch as her fingers curl around the grip, her knuckles flexing slightly as she angles her wrists just so. the air around her feels different in moments like this, a sharp contrast to the casual arrogance she usually wears like a second skin.

before you can respond, she swings. smooth. effortless. perfect.

the club slices through the air with a quiet whisper, and the ball soars down the course, landing dead center on the fairway. jimin straightens, tilting her head as she finally turns to look at you, self-satisfaction radiating from every inch of her.

"well?" she asks, the challenge clear in her voice.

you blink. what was the question again?

you clear your throat, forcing your expression into something unimpressed. "eh. i’ve seen better."

jimin steps closer, and you swear there’s something different in her movements now. something looser, almost playful. she twirls the club in her hands, letting it dig into the ground after catching it again. she rests on one leg as the other twists over another and leaned onto the club. "oh? who?"

you open your mouth, but nothing comes out.

she smirks. "thought so."

your cheeks heat for some stupid reason, and you quickly turn to grab the golf bag. except you miscalculate the weight, and the sudden shift nearly sends you stumbling forward. you barely catch yourself, muscles straining as you regain control, arms flexing instinctively.

jimin doesn’t say anything.

which is weird. because jimin always has something snarky to say.

when you glance up, you catch her staring. her gaze flickers, just for a second, down to your arms. subtle, almost unnoticeable, but you see it. the faintest parting of her lips, the quick inhale. a hesitation she probably isn’t even aware of.

you blink.

she blinks.

and just like that, her usual sharp expression returns, like she wasn’t just caught red-handed checking you out.

"keep up, caddy," she says coolly, turning on her heel. walking ahead of you

but her voice isn’t as sharp as before. slightly wavering and breathless.

you squint at her.

that was definitely something.

you hoist the golf bag onto your shoulder with a frustrated sigh, muttering under your breath as you follow after her. "this is gonna be the worst summer of my life."

she doesn’t turn around, but you swear you see the tiniest smirk.

the day only got worse from there. as if lugging around a golf bag that felt like it was stuffed with bricks wasn’t enough, you quickly learned that being jimin’s caddy also meant serving as her personal errand runner. every time she hit a ball off-course. which, to your growing dismay, was more often than you expected. she’d wave you off with a casual, “go fetch.”

and so, you trudged through endless patches of rough, waded through ankle-deep ponds, and even had to dig through bushes that seemed personally offended by your presence. at one point, you nearly lost your footing in a muddy ditch, and when you glanced back at jimin for some semblance of pity, she was too busy taking pictures. of you.

she was documenting your suffering.

"you’re actually evil," you huffed, you grumble, wiping a streak of dirt from your cheek with the back of your hand.

jimin forces her expression into something neutral, trying not to squeal at how adorable you look with a streak of dirt near where you just rubbed. ignoring the way her pulse has picked up.

"oh, come on, hotshot. i’m giving you a real athlete’s workout,” her voice comes out smoother than she expects, she can feel a slight waver in her voice. adjusting her visor with a smile that was entirely too pleased seeing you all dirty. she watches you bend down again, muscles flexing under that stupidly tight shirt. the sun clings to your skin, highlighting every sharp dip and defined ridge of your back as you drag another golf ball out of the mud.

before she can think twice she snaps another photo and sends it away into the groupchat. Her camera roll is basically just a collection of you suffering. her fingers hesitate before sending another one. she observed the recent picture; dirt smeared across your sharp jaw, shirt sticking to your back, the messy, tousled way your bangs fall over your forehead.

you look–

she presses her lips together, hard trying to shoo away the tingling feeling in her lower stomach. she swallows, shifting as you shake the ball off, sending tiny droplets flying, some landing on your shirt. the fabric clings a little more, stretched over the plane of your shoulders, and jimin lets out a slow, measured exhale through her nose. gaining her composure. her phone vibrates.

minjeong : omfg is she into women

aeri : BRO THAT BACKK

ningning : jimin why are you not on your knees begging for it

she rolled her eyes at her friends reactions towards the recent picture she sent with a caption of “asshole looking for the money she owes me”

but she isn’t fooling anyone. least of all herself. because when you push yourself up again, wiping sweat off your face with the hem of your shirt, exposing the faintest hint of your stomach, jimin’s stomach flips. she squeezes her thighs together. she needs to get a grip.

“you done gawking?”

her head snaps up. your brows are raised, a smirk playing at your lips as you watch her, amusement flickering in your eyes.

fuck.

"please," she scoffs, shoving her sunglasses back onto her face to hide her cheeks turning red. "don't flatter yourself."

she turns on her heel before she can do something humiliating. like actually drop to her knees.

jimin tells herself she’s just enjoying the entertainment. that’s all this is. watching you struggle under the weight of the golf bag, huffing as you haul clubs around like you’re in a survival challenge, is simply amusing.

but then there’s the way your shoulders flex when you readjust the strap. the way your forearms tighten when you lift a particularly heavy bag. the way your back muscles ripples under your shirt whenever you bend down to grab a stray golf ball.

it keeps the bad thoughts coming

she rolls her wrist, pretending to focus on lining up her next shot, but her mind is elsewhere. on the way you pushed your sleeves up earlier, the way your fingers curled around the soaked golf ball when you pulled it out of the pond. on the way you muttered under your breath, exasperated but still doing what she asked.

she clicks her tongue, shaking off the thought. Ridiculous. still, when you lift the bag onto your shoulder again, jaw set in stubborn determination, she feels something stupid and fluttery in her stomach.

“you better not be slacking back there, hotshot,” she calls out, voice steady, even if she feels anything but.

when you glare at her, eyes full of irritation, she almost forgets to breathe. you mutter something under your breath, probably another complaint about how unfair this whole arrangement is, and jimin should let it slide. she really should. but instead, she glances over just in time to catch the way you roll your shoulders back, shaking out the soreness like you’re on the court, like you’re about to sprint past defenders and sink a perfect shot. it’s so effortless—so natural—that for a second, she isn’t thinking about your debt or your grumbling or how much fun it is to make you suffer.

for a second, she’s just watching you move. her fingers tighten around her club.

“you’re really struggling, huh?” she teases, forcing her tone to stay light, even as something deep in her chest feels a little less steady. “should’ve hit the weight room instead of all that dribbling.”

you scoff, swinging the bag off your shoulder with one smooth motion. “please. you’d collapse if you had to carry this thing for five minutes.”and jimin should roll her eyes. should brush off the remark like she always does. but then you flex your hands, fingers stretching before tightening into a brief fist, veins barely visible against your skin.

her stomach does something weird.

she exhales sharply through her nose, turns away, and focuses very hard on adjusting her glove.

“whatever helps you sleep at night, hotshot.”

when she hears you groan behind her, she smiles to herself. but she doesn’t look back.

doesn’t trust herself to.

as you got ready for bed you read the text sent by the same unknown number from yesterday night. “7:30 sharp at the docks. eat bfr coming. im not feeding you. bring swim wear and a change of clothes.” you groaned loudly trying not to think about what she’ll be doing next.

“no fucking way.”

the words slip past your lips before you can stop them, eyes locked onto the massive yacht bobbing lazily on the crystal-clear water. sunlight bounces off the pristine white exterior, almost blinding, the sheer size of the vessel making your stomach twist with unease.

jimin stands a few feet ahead, completely at ease, like she was born to be here. her sunglasses are perched on top of her head, holding back strands of dark hair that catch in the wind. but that’s not what’s throwing you off.

it’s what she’s wearing.

the bikini is black, tiny, the kind that barely counts as clothing under the oversized white button up. the top ties behind her neck, accentuating the curve of her collarbones, the smooth lines of her shoulders. the bottoms sit high on her hips, the strings digging just enough into her skin to make something tighten low in your stomach.

the button up hanging loose off one shoulder, dipping low enough to tease the shape of her waist. it should make it less distracting, but it does the exact opposite. every time she moves, the material shifts, threatening to slip just enough to reveal more.

the teasing skin peaking from her button up that barely covers anything made something tighten in your lower stomach. you clenched your stomach muscle trying to regain grip of reality.

she finally glances back at you, raising a single brow like you’re being dramatic. “what?”

you blink, dragging your gaze up to her face like you hadn’t just been staring. “this is insane.” you gesture vaguely at the boat, trying to focus. “this is … this is some billionaire level shit. why am i here?”

her lips curl into a smirk, effortless and sharp. "because im not manning the sails this time, and luckily, you’re in debt to me."

before you can shoot back a very creative insult, a new voice cuts in, light, teasing, but with an unmistakable authority. "jimin, don’t be mean to your friend."

you turn just in time to see a woman stepping onto the dock, effortlessly elegant in a white sundress, dark hair twisted into a perfect bun. she moves like she belongs in a high end magazine, every step deliberate, eyes sharp as they take you in. and she looks exactly like how you’d imagine jimin looks like in 30 years.

"she's not my friend, mother," jimin corrects smoothly, adjusting her sunglasses. "she's my employee." smirking smugly as her mother grimaces at her oldest daughter. you shoot her a glare. "wow. charming as ever."

jimin’s mother merely smiles, amused. by how you handled her moody daughter. "well, employee or not, she's a guest today. come on, everyone's waiting on the boat."

you have no choice but to follow, your arm brushing against jimin’s as you step onto the yacht. the contact is brief, barely anything, but it makes your skin prickle, your senses hyper-aware of her proximity.

jimin isn't sure why she thought today would be easy.

it should be. she should be enjoying herself sailing with her family, soaking up the sun, watching you struggle to keep up. enjoying the sounds of your misery.

but instead, she’s distracted.

you’re sitting on the edge of the boat, legs stretched out, the ocean breeze playing with your hair. jimin watches, unable to help herself.

it’s not the muscles that have her staring, the muscles that she could vividly see from your white blouse that clings to your back, not really. it’s the way you move. the way your fingers work at the sleeves of your t-shirt, rolling them up with an absentminded ease, knotting the fabric at your elbows like it’s second nature. the way the sun clings to your skin, highlighting the gentle slopes of your arms, the curve of your shoulders. she doesn’t fail to notice the way your forearm muscles tightens as you fix your sleeve.

when you reach up to wipe at your forehead, a loose strand of hair falls into your face. you don’t notice at first, too busy squinting at something in the distance. then, with the smallest furrow of your brows, you shake your head just enough to make it shift, the motion unintentional, frustratingly endearing. and slightly domestic.

jimin’s chest tightens.

you’re adorable. ridiculously cute— no. stop it no shes not. she’s an asshole. she’s a stupid prick that crashed into your car.

and then you laugh quietly, mostly to yourself, like you just remembered something funny. the sound is soft, barely carried by the wind, but jimin feels it like a physical thing, like it reaches out and tugs at something deep inside her.

jimin looks away immediately, but it doesn’t help. because even when she’s not looking at you, she can still hear you—your quiet laughter, the soft hum you make under your breath as you stretch out your arms, the way you mutter something to yourself like you’re having a conversation in your own head.

she scowls. you’re so... you. completely unaware of the way you pull people in, make them want to lean closer, watch a little longer. it’s infuriating.

her fingers tighten around the railing. get a grip, jimin. but it’s hard when you keep doing things like scrunching your nose in concentration, tilting your head like a confused puppy at the sails above, or biting your lip in thought. completely unaware that someone is watching you, studying you.

and maybe that’s what’s getting to her the most.

it’s not the muscles, not the way you look, not even the way you carry yourself. it’s the way you exist, so utterly and completely in your own world. so unguarded. jimin doesn’t do unguarded. she doesn’t do soft, doesn’t do the kind of feelings that make your stomach twist and your throat feel tight. she does casual. she teases and flirts and doesn’t get attached.

she clears her throat, flexing her fingers before curling them into fists. she needs to do something—anything—to snap herself out of it.

“you’re gawking,” a voice beside her says, amused.

jimin stiffens. “am not.”

hanni, leaning lazily against the railing, tilts her head with the smuggest expression. “right. because you totally weren’t just staring like you forgot how to blink.” jimin scoffs, shoving her sunglasses onto her face with too much force. “you’re delusional.”

“and you’re in denial.”

jimin ignores her, choosing to focus on the water instead. the waves are steady, predictable, easy to think about. not like what she’s feeling in her chest. when she sees you dangling your feet from the yacht.

but hanni isn’t done.

“you know,” she hums, rocking onto the balls of her feet, “if you keep looking at her like that, someone might get the wrong idea.”

jimin doesn’t turn. “there is no idea to get.” she says firmly.

hanni grins. “sure. whatever you say, unnie.”

you shouldn't be enjoying this. well technically the hard labour hasn’t started yet. so you’re trying to enjoy the open water and much needed fresh air before jimin makes you her slave again. it feels nice.

"you seem to be having fun," jimin remarks, stepping up beside you. breaking the silence. here we go you thought. after ignoring her little sisters’ teasing. or, talk, you didn’t hear what they talked about but jimin looked pretty riled up after what hanni said. she’s decided to interrupt your peace and make your day worse.

you shrug, stretching your arms above your head with a dramatic sigh. "what can i say? i thrive in any environment." you said as you placed both arms beside letting it fall lazily. leaning on it. you blink your eyes open, glancing at her. her sunglasses are perched high on her nose, shielding her gaze, but you can still feel her looking. observing you.

her lips twitch, as if amused. "you nearly died on the green yesterday."

"yeah, well." you shift arms as you drawl out, shooting her a lopsided grin. "i'm an adaptable person."

there’s a beat of silence, but not the peaceful kind. it’s charged, stretching between you like a live wire. jimin’s head tilts ever so slightly, her gaze sweeping over you in a way that’s too slow, too deliberate. it makes your skin prickle, the hairs on the back of your neck standing on end.

"apparently."

something about the way she says it makes your pulse jump. you shift under her scrutiny, suddenly too warm.her sunglasses may hide her eyes, but the smirk curling at the corner of her lips betrays her. it’s not just amused. it’s knowing, like she’s already several steps ahead of you in whatever game she’s playing. you shift, suddenly aware of how warm your skin feels. not from the sun, but from her unwavering attention.

"why are you looking at me like that?" you ask, voice coming out less steady than you wanted.

jimin doesn’t answer right away. instead, she steps in, just enough that the scent of her expensive perfume. fresh and citrusy, but with a sharp undertone wraps around you. she leans in, just slightly, just enough to test the space between you.

"like what?" she asks, voice lilting, teasing.

your voice stuck in your throat. you swallow.

"like you’re plotting my demise." you reply, forcing yourself to hold your ground.

her smirk deepens. she reaches up, adjusting her sunglasses with two fingers, and you catch a glimpse of her eyes beneath them. dark, glinting with something unreadable. "maybe i am."

the way she says it, low and smooth, sends an unwelcome shiver down your spine. you roll your eyes, ignoring the way your heartbeat picks up. "so much for enjoying the breeze."

jimin hums, dragging a slow gaze down the length of you before flicking it back up, lazy and considering. she taps a finger against her chin, as if in deep thought, before her lips curl into something far too smug.

"since you're so adaptable," she says, gesturing toward the rigging with an air of faux innocence, "you can help with the sails."

you groan, trudging over. she watches you come closer, arms crossed, lips curling ever so slightly.

she is not looking at your arms again.

she’s not.

the moment jimin smirked at you and told you to help with the sails, you should’ve known you were about to be thrown into another situation where you had no idea what you were doing. you squint at the ropes in your hands, then at the towering mast, then at the intricate mess of rigging all around. why are there so many ropes?

"you look confused," jimin says, standing just a little too close behind you.

"i am confused," you reply. "this is, like, rich people knowledge. i don’t know how to do any of this."

she huffs out a laugh. it almost sounds melodic in your ears. "rich people knowledge?"

"yes." you tug experimentally at one of the ropes, watching it pull at something above. "why do you even know how to do this? you’re not a pirate."

"my father made me learn when i was younger," she says. "he said that if we were going to own a yacht, we should at least know how to use it properly."

you snort. "wow. tragic backstory."

"just shut up and let me teach you," she mutters, stepping in closer.

you open your mouth to protest, but then her hands find yours.

your brain short-circuits.

her touch is soft– unexpectedly so. but firm, her fingers pressing lightly against yours, guiding them over the rope with practiced ease. her skin is cool against your own, which feels too warm all of a sudden, heat blooming along your knuckles, creeping up your arms. you swear its the burning sun right above you.

she leans in slightly, voice lower now that she’s right beside you. "you need to loop it like this. if you tie it too loose, the sail won’t hold. too tight, and you’ll mess up the balance."

you nod, but it’s a lie. you barely register what she’s saying.

because she’s close. close enough that her shoulder brushes against yours, close enough that you can smell the faint trace of her perfume mixed with the salt of the ocean. the warmth of her breath ghosts over your skin as she exhales, sending a shiver trailing down your spine.

your fingers twitch under hers. "right. got it," you manage, though your voice is slightly higher than usual. jimin chuckles low, quiet, right near your ear. your stomach flips. she’s enjoying this. you can tell. and judging by the smug curve of her lips when you glance at her, she knows exactly what she’s doing to you.

you fumble with the ropes when she moves away as the wind picks up and before you know it, the rope slips through your fingers like water. the sail jerks violently in response, the sudden shift sending a sharp ripple through the boat.

"Shit-" you let out.

jimin moves fast, instinct kicking in as she reaches for the rigging to correct your mistake. but in the process, she miscalculates and her foot catches against yours that made her stumble.

and then, so do you.

your back slams against the side of the boat, the wooden railing pressing into your spine as you suck in a sharp breath. the impact sends a jolt through your body, momentarily stunning you, but your instincts take over before you can think. one hand grabs onto the railing for support, while the other finds jimin’s waist, fingers tightening reflexively around the fabric of her shirt where you can subtly feel her curves.

she stumbles into you fully, her body pressing flush against yours.

your heart stutters.

at the same time, jimin’s arm slings over your shoulder in a desperate attempt to steady herself, the warmth of her palm seeping through your long sleeves swim suit where she grips your biceps. her other hand is splayed against your arm, fingers digging in just enough for you to feel the faint press of her nails.

and suddenly, you’re close.

too close. you could feel the curves of her body against you. and how small she is in yor arms.

her body is warm, the scent of salt and sunscreen clinging to her skin. you can feel the way she breathes, chest rising and falling against yours. every small shift sends a spark of awareness shooting down your spine, your pulse hammering in your ears as the realization sinks in.

jimin is practically in your arms and she isn’t moving. neither are you.

her sunglasses slip down her nose from the movement, revealing her eyes for the first time today. deep brown, glinting under the sun, flickering with something you can’t quite read.

your breath catches in your throat. she looks so beautiful.

the ocean breeze swirls around you, but all you can feel is the heat radiating from her skin. your fingers twitch at her waist, hyper-aware of the way the fabric of her shirt feels beneath your palm, the slight give of her small body against yours. and the way you could subtly feel some of her skin against your swim wear.

jimin’s grip on your shoulder tightens, her jaw clenched, lips parted like she’s trying to find the right words. but none come. you dont know whats going through her mind but you knew for sure she isn’t moving when you saw how her eyes flickered to your lips. somehow it made your heart flutter.

you could feel her leaning into you slightly.

and then—

"are you two gonna kiss or what?"

the words cut through the moment like a gunshot.

you jerk back, nearly losing your footing, barely managing to catch yourself before you go overboard. while jimin’s reaction is immediate. her head whips around so fast her visor nearly flies off, her expression shifting from surprise to outright murderous in the blink of an eye.

"seriously?" she snaps.

hanni, standing a few feet away, leans against the railing with the smuggest grin you’ve ever seen. jimin groans, yanking herself out of your grasp, face scrunched in exasperation. you, on the other hand, are still stuck processing what just happened, trying to ignore the way your pulse is hammering in your ears. and how you miss the closeness between you two.

after jimin left you to man the sails alone while she went to cool off, you actually got pretty good at it. her dad even threw in some pointers, guiding you through the ropes. literally. by now, you had a decent handle on things, adjusting the sails without fumbling, reading the wind like it was second nature. the boat had drifted far from shore, the coastline long gone, replaced by nothing but open water stretching endlessly in every direction.

"you can slow down here, y/n," jimin’s dad called from behind you as you pulled at the ropes, adjusting the sails to ease the boat to a gentler pace. you heard him shift, standing to get a better look at the sea. "your friend’s a natural, jimin. almost better than you!" his voice carried a teasing lilt.

you glanced toward where jimin sat, catching the way her expression twisted in surprise, then in pure irritation. she scoffed, rolling her eyes before mumbling something you couldn’t quite catch under her breath.

you smirked, triumphant, meeting her gaze.

she narrowed her eyes. then, she raised her hand and flipped you off. unhinged woman. your smirk faltered. rude.

but before you could retaliate, jimin moved. without hesitation, she stood, reaching for the buttons of her white shirt. and then she pulled it off.

your brain short-circuited.

the world around you dimmed, the sound of the ocean fading into white noise as your eyes locked onto the sight in front of you. jimin, standing tall against the backdrop of the sea, the late afternoon sun catching on her skin, making her glow.

she wore a dark bikini underneath, the contrast against her pale sun-kissed skin. her collarbones, sharp and delicate, dipped into smooth shoulders. her toned stomach tensed slightly as she tossed her shirt aside, the movement effortless, like she’d done this a thousand times before.

you were gawking.

full-on, shamelessly gawking.

your brain screamed at you to stop staring, trying to maintain your pride. but your body refused to cooperate. your grip on the ropes slackened slightly, fingers numb as your heart threw itself against your ribs.

jimin caught the look on your face and smirked.

"what?" she teased, tilting her head slightly, the picture of nonchalance. "you act like you’ve never seen someone undress before."

you opened your mouth.whether to respond or gasp for air, you weren’t sure. but nothing came out.

jimin grinned, pleased with herself, before turning toward the edge of the boat. with one quick motion, she dove into the water, leaving you standing there, still reeling, heat creeping up your neck.

you blinked.

then, as if snapping out of a trance, you stumble forward, rushing to the railing. “i—i have!” the words rush out too fast, tripping over themselves, your voice cracking at the end. you cringe.

jimin flicked her hair back as water drips from her lashes. she treads the water effortlessly, blinking up at you with an infuriatingly amused expression. “oh?” her tone is light, teasing, but there’s something smug underneath it, something that makes your stomach twist. “sure doesn’t sound like it.”

your grip on the railing tightens, knuckles paling. “what—i—" you struggle to form a coherent thought, already feeling your face burning. “i have! plenty of times! so many times!”

her giggles spills into the air, bright and carefree, and it does something to you makes your heart stutter, your skin prickle with warmth. she tilts her head back, still treading water, the sun catching in her damp hair. “right, sure. totally convincing.”

you scowl, shifting on your feet, jaw tightening. “it’s true! i’ve seen—” you pause, realizing too late that you have absolutely no idea how to finish that sentence without sounding even more embarrassing. “—a lot. like, more than you. probably.”

jimin raises a brow, cocking her head. “oh? who?”

your stomach twists into a knot, your brain sending red flags. screaming at you to abort mission immediately. you clear your throat, straightening up, forcing a casual shrug. “no,” you say, too quickly. “that’s private information.”

jimin watches you for a beat, her lips twitching like she’s holding back another laugh. then she smirks, shaking her head. “uh-huh. totally not a virgin.”

“i’m not!” you blurt, leaning forward slightly, the desperation in your voice betraying you.

her grin only widens, eyes twinkling with mischief as she sways in the water. “whatever helps you sleep at night, captain.”

you groan, dropping your head against the railing in defeat as she swims off, still laughing, while you try to cooldown after the embarrassing encounter.

“y/n! jump in!” you heard hanni yell from behind you. as you lift your head up you saw her lining up to jump in. she jumped in with a big splash. droplets sprayed onto the deck. jimin’s mom called out “hanni be careful!”

your gaze shifts slightly, catching sight of jimin a few feet away, floating on her back with her eyes closed, her dark hair fanning out around her like ink in the water. her skin glistens under the sun, droplets clinging to her collarbones, trailing down the curve of her neck. you sighed, your body got hot after the embarrassing encounter and also seeing jimin swim. you needed to cool down. you exhale sharply, shaking yourself out of it. if you stay up here any longer, you’ll combust.

you roll your shoulders back, determined to regain at least a fraction of your dignity, and then you jumped. the moment you hit the water, a sharp chill runs through you, sending a jolt up your spine. it’s refreshing, the kind of coolness that makes your skin tingle, but it’s a relief from the heat that had been burning through you moments ago.

you resurface with a gasp, shaking water from your face, and when you blink the droplets away, the first thing you see is jimin.

she’s closer now. much closer.

your breath catches as she treads the water effortlessly, dark strands of wet hair clinging to her cheeks. the sun reflects off the droplets on her skin, making them glisten like tiny diamonds. she studies you, her gaze flickering over your face with a glint of something unreadable.

“not bad,” she hums, tilting her head slightly.

you scoff, trying to ignore the way your skin prickles under her gaze. “i’d say the same for you, but you practically belly-flopped.”

jimin rolls her eyes, a smirk playing at her lips. you turn to swim away, but just as you do water hit your back. splash. you freeze. the feeling of cold water hits your back, sending a shiver up your spine.you turn back around slowly, and there she is half-smirking, half-feigning innocence, fingers still dripping from where she flicked water at you.

“did you just—?”

before you can finish your sentence, another splash comes at you, bigger this time, sending water cascading over your face. you sputter, wiping at your eyes, and jimin bursts out laughing, the sound rich and full, like wind chimes in the summer breeze.

thats it.

with no hesitation, you lunge forward, sweeping your hand through the water to send a wave right at her. she squeals, ducking just a second too late, and now it’s her turn to be dripping wet.

before you can react, she lunges toward you, fingers skimming along your arm as she tries to dunk you under. practically drowning you. instinctively, you grab her waist, attempting to shove her away, but the water betrays you both. it makes everything weightless, the waves crashing between your bodies pulling both of your boddies together. bodies tangling and shifting without control.

somehow, amongst the struggle, her arms end up draped over your shoulders, and your hands—god, your hands—find purchase at her waist again, fingers pressing into the bare skin beneath the hem of her swimsuit.

for a moment, neither of you move.

you can feel her breath against your face, warm despite the cool water surrounding you. the soft rhythm of her chest rising and falling against yours. the way her fingers tighten, just slightly, curling over the nape of your neck.

her eyes flicker up to meet yours deep brown, like melted chocolate, like something you could get lost in if you weren’t careful. they shift lower for a split second, down to your lips, before darting back up again.

your heart slams against your ribs. it looks like shes about to kiss you. a little voice in your head hoping she would and you swear the world tilts. or maybe it’s just the waves.

jimin blinks once, twice, her lashes damp and heavy with water, before her expression shifts. something playful flickers back into her eyes, her lips twitching.

and then, she shoves you under.

you barely have time to yelp before water fills your ears, muffling the sound of her laughter. when you break the surface again, gasping for air, she’s already swimming away, shooting you a look over her shoulder that’s equal parts smug and daring.

“too slow,” she calls out.

you push your wet hair back, panting, watching her retreating figure with something caught between disbelief and something else entirely. something warmer.

you remember the way her fingers curled at the nape of your neck. the way her breath fanned against your lips. the way, for a split second, it felt like the world had shrunk down to just the two of you.

you shake your head, forcing a scoff, trying to ignore the way your pulse is still erratic. this is jimin. jimin. the same girl who flipped you off an hour ago, who smirked as she stripped off her shirt just to get a reaction out of you.

nothing about this is different. you assure yourself. and yet, as you watch her swim away, her laughter still echoing in your ears, you can’t shake the feeling that something bloom in your chest.

[blissfulflw]

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･𝐴f𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐻𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠

Pairing- Yu Jimin (Karina) x fem reader

Genre- Smut, Fluff

Word count- 6899

Warnings- 18+ interactions only, G!p Jimin, dom Jimin, mean Jimin, oral, semi public, power imbalance, degration, aftercare, NSFW

A/N: Might’ve gotten a bit too into it but yk it’s yu Jimin who wouldn’t..

You weren’t supposed to be here.

Detention was for kids who didn’t care, who skipped class or smoked in the bathrooms or backtalked teachers with a smirk. You? You were the type who raised your hand too much. Who did extra credit “just in case.” Who ate lunch in the library because even the nerd table didn’t bother inviting you anymore.

But one stupid accident with the fire alarm and a Bunsen burner—and suddenly you were here. Sitting stiff in a too-small desk at the back of room 3-C, hugging your worn hoodie closer, trying not to glance at her.

Yu Jimin.

Legs stretched wide. Black skirt hiked dangerously high. One AirPod in. Not even pretending to do anything productive. Just chewing gum, phone glowing low in her palm, looking bored in the way only someone truly untouchable could.

She wasn’t just hot. That would’ve been easy to ignore.

She was terrifyingly hot. Rumors about her dripped through the halls like syrup. That she got head in the bathroom during finals week. That she made the soccer captain cry once—after hooking up with her. That she’d been suspended last semester for fighting a guy, and won.

And then there was you.

Pathetic little you, who squeaked when she brushed past you in the hallway. Who accidentally bumped into her in gym last month and apologized so hard you nearly cried. Who definitely didn’t stare at her mouth when she chewed her gum or her thighs when she sat like she owned the room.

You dropped your gaze to your notebook. Tried to focus. Pretend the air wasn’t buzzing with heat. That your thighs weren’t clenching.

A low scoff cut through the silence.

“Are you really trying to study in detention?” Jimin’s voice was thick with mockery, sharp and low like a blade sliding between your ribs.

You stiffened, fingers curling around your pen.

“I—I was just—”

“You know this isn’t gonna make you less of a loser, right?” she said, kicking one booted foot up onto the desk across from her. “God. You really are cute, though. All jumpy and awkward like some kicked puppy.”

You flushed, mortified. Your heart pounded painfully in your chest. “I didn’t— I wasn’t trying to—”

“Trying to impress me?” she cut in smoothly, finally lifting her gaze from her phone. Her eyes gleamed. “Don’t bother. I don’t do pathetic.”

You swallowed hard. Said nothing. Prayed she’d lose interest.

But instead, she stood.

Your stomach dropped as she sauntered over, slow and deliberate, like a predator taking her time. She stopped right beside your desk, hands sliding into the pockets of her skirt. The scent of her perfume hit you hard—dark, floral, expensive.

“You always this twitchy, or is it just me?” she asked, leaning down a little, voice a near-whisper. “Because every time I look at you, you get all pink and shaky like a virgin in a porno.”

You stared at your notebook, mortified. You could feel her smirk, even if you didn’t look.

Then—

A hand. Cool fingers curling under your chin. Forcing your face up to meet her gaze.

“You got a crush on me, loser?”

Silence. Heat. Your throat locked.

She laughed—low and cruel.

“Wow. That’s adorable.”

You should’ve shoved her hand away. Should’ve said something sharp, walked out, anything.

Instead, your thighs pressed together involuntarily—and she noticed.

Her eyes dropped, and her grin widened, predatory and amused.

“Well,” she said, straightening, “this just got interesting.”

She didn’t leave.

Instead, Jimin stepped around your desk, casually dragging the back of her fingers along its edge, like she was inspecting it—and you—with bored curiosity. Her presence loomed behind you, and every hair on your neck stood up.

“You really brought homework to detention,” she muttered, amused. “God, you’re precious.”

Your breath caught as she leaned over your shoulder. Her perfume was dizzying. You tried to hide the way your pen trembled in your hand, but she noticed that too.

“What is this?” she asked, flicking the top page of your worksheet with a finger. “Calculus? No wonder you’re so uptight.”

You opened your mouth, tried to say something—anything—but she was already sliding your books aside, scattering your neat little stack of papers like they were trash.

“H-Hey—”

“Relax,” she murmured, voice suddenly right at your ear. “You’ll survive ten minutes without extra credit.”

A few pages fluttered to the floor. Your pen clattered as she pushed it gently out of your grip. You froze, hands limp in your lap now, too aware of how close her front was to your back. The desk creaked as she leaned down more, pressing one hand beside yours, the other landing firmly on your knee.

“Tell me the truth,” she said. “You ever been touched like that?”

You blinked hard, blood pounding. “W-What—”

She laughed again—low, mean, and almost delighted.

“I’ll take that as a no.”

She leaned in so close, her lips nearly brushed your ear. “You ever get wet just from someone talking to you like this? From someone being a little mean?”

Your cheeks burned. She didn’t even wait for your answer.

Her hand slid higher on your thigh, slow and deliberate under the hem of your skirt. You squeaked, instinctively grabbing the edge of the desk.

“Y’know,” she went on, fingers teasing just beneath the fabric, “most girls don’t bring math homework to detention. But you? You’re just begging for someone to ruin all this good-girl bullshit.”

Your voice cracked when you whispered, “Jimin…”

She made a noise in the back of her throat—low and approving.

“Ohhh, that’s cute. Say it again.”

You bit your lip, barely able to breathe. The way she was crowding you, how her thigh now pressed between yours from behind, made your thoughts go fuzzy. The papers on your desk were crumpled now, shoved aside like they didn’t matter. Like they never had.

Because all that mattered now was her—her hand, her voice, and the slow way she rocked her hips against your chair.

“Bet you’ve thought about this,” she said, now grinding just enough for you to feel something hard beneath her skirt. “About someone taking your books away. Spreading you out on this desk. Making you cry for real—not ‘cause of a B+, but ‘cause you’re stuffed so full you can’t even think.”

Your breath hitched.

“Should I show you?” she asked. Her voice dropped, a whisper that burned hot in your core. “Should I make you mine, right here on top of your precious homework?”

_____

Your voice caught in your throat.

You should’ve said no. Should’ve done something—moved, protested, anything. But your body betrayed you first, thighs clenching instinctively around hers, your breathing shallow and hitched. The answer was written all over your skin—flushed, trembling, soaked through your underwear.

Jimin knew.

“That’s what I thought,” she murmured, smirking as her hand slid higher, fingers brushing the edge of your panties under your skirt. “Soaked already, huh? You’re seriously that desperate for it?”

Her fingers grazed your clothed slit, and your whole body jolted.

She laughed softly, dark and mean. “Fucking adorable.”

With one hand still pressed flat beside your hip, she used the other to shove aside your remaining papers—your messy, scribbled math notes and the half-finished extra credit worksheet—until your desk was mostly clear. Then she moved fast.

“Stand up.”

You hesitated—just for a second. That was all she needed.

Suddenly her hand was in your hair, yanking gently but firmly, making your spine arch as you gasped.

“I said, stand.” She looked down at you, her voice quiet but cutting. “Or do you want me to bend you over this desk and fuck you like a bitch in heat while your little math homework soaks up your moans?”

You scrambled to your feet, legs trembling, heart hammering like a caged animal.

The desk dug into your thighs as she turned you and bent you forward with a single, dominant push. Your palms slapped against the surface—papers crinkling under your fingers.

Then you heard it: the low, unmistakable click of her belt.

“W-Wait,” you breathed, panicked and turned on beyond reason. “You… you have a—?”

Jimin leaned down, her breath hot on your neck as she whispered, “Didn’t expect the rumors to be true, huh, baby?”

She pressed her hips forward. Something thick and hard rubbed against the curve of your ass, straining under her skirt.

“I don’t fuck around,” she purred. “And tonight, neither do you.”

Your head dropped to your arms. Your panties were tugged down in one rough motion, the cold air hitting your slick core like a shock. Then—warm fingers spreading you open. Teasing. Testing.

“Fuck,” she muttered behind you, almost reverently. “Look at this mess. You really needed this, huh?”

You let out a broken sound when her cock—not silicone, real, hot and leaking—pressed against your entrance.

“Hope you’re ready, loser,” Jimin whispered, lining herself up. “I’m not stopping ‘til you’re ruined.”

And then she pushed in.

It was slow at first—stretching, burning, splitting you open with each inch. You whined, fingers scrabbling for purchase on the desk. But she didn’t stop. Just kept sliding in, groaning under her breath as your walls fluttered helplessly around her.

When she bottomed out, hips flush against your ass, she leaned in close again. Her hand slid between your legs, stroking lazily as she murmured in your ear:

“Now be a good girl and take it. Just like I know you’ve been fantasizing about every time you saw me in the halls.”

Then she pulled back—and started to fuck you in earnest.

Her hips snapped forward again, driving into you with sharp, perfect rhythm. Your breath caught on every thrust, moans spilling from your mouth without your permission. It was too much, too deep, too good—your brain short-circuiting under the weight of sensation.

Jimin groaned, low and breathless. “Fuck. You clench like you’re in love with me or something.”

Your cheeks flamed. You wanted to deny it—wanted to say something, but all that came out was a whimper as she slammed into you again, harder this time. The desk creaked. Your notes were damp with sweat and spit, crumpled under your hands like the last remnants of a version of you that no longer existed.

She leaned over you, chest pressed to your back, her mouth back at your ear—close enough that you could feel the smirk in every word.

“Bet you’ve never had anyone talk to you like this,” she whispered, breath hot. “No one’s ever made you feel like this, huh?”

You shook your head weakly, tears stinging your lashes.

“That’s what I thought,” she cooed. “All that good-girl crap. All those little A+ grades and cute-ass pencil cases. What a waste.”

She rocked her hips slow—deep—drawing out every trembling whine from your lips before snapping forward again.

“You’re so much better like this, baby,” she murmured. “Bent over. Full of cock. Dumb and messy and mine.”

You let out a cracked, broken moan—and that made her chuckle.

“There it is,” she whispered. “My perfect little loser. Melting all over my dick like you were made to get ruined by me.”

Her hand curled around your throat—not choking, just holding—just reminding you who was in control.

“I see you now,” she said, voice gentler than it had any right to be. “All those stupid, desperate stares in the hallway? You could’ve just said you wanted this. Could’ve told me you wanted to be my personal stress relief.”

Another slow, punishing thrust. You choked on a sob.

“I’d have bent you over weeks ago, babe.”

You didn’t recognize the noise you made when her fingers slid down again, brushing your clit in tight, perfect circles that made your legs tremble.

“Don’t worry,” she breathed, pressing kisses to your shoulder like they were sweet when they were anything but. “You’re mine now. No more homework. No more lonely lunches. Just me, and this perfect little body.”

Your moans were almost sobs now. Your thighs shook. You were close—so close—and she knew.

“Gonna cum for me?” she whispered, licking a stripe up the side of your neck. “Gonna make a mess all over your fucking desk, like a needy little toy?”

She didn’t even wait for your answer.

“You better. You better cum for me, baby, or I’ll fuck you until your legs stop working.”

You came so hard, your vision blurred.

Your orgasm hit like a wave you didn’t see coming—sudden, overwhelming, stealing the air from your lungs. Your legs buckled, mouth open in a silent cry as your body trembled beneath her.

Jimin didn’t slow.

She rode it out, dragging out every aftershock with deep, possessive thrusts that left you gasping, squirming—raw. Your walls clenched around her, slick and spasming, making her hiss through her teeth.

“Fuck,” she groaned, grip tightening on your hips. “You’re gonna kill me with this pussy.”

She thrust once, twice more—then buried herself deep, a shudder rolling through her chest against your back. You felt her cock twitch inside you, and then warmth. She stayed like that for a moment, letting her weight rest against you, her breath fanning hot across your neck.

The classroom was quiet now, except for your ragged breathing and the faint creak of the desk beneath your slumped body.

Then—softly, unexpectedly—Jimin pressed a kiss behind your ear. Not teasing. Not mocking.

Just… warm.

“Damn,” she muttered. “You really were made for this.”

You made a broken noise in response—something between a laugh and a sob. Your legs felt like jelly. Your face was wet. You were drooling onto your own fucking homework.

She noticed. Of course she did.

“Aww,” she said with a soft coo, dragging her thumb gently across your cheek. “You crying for me already, nerd?”

You sniffled. “You’re awful.”

That made her grin.

“Yeah,” she said, sliding out slowly, careful, her hand coming up to hold your waist when your knees wobbled. “But I’m your awful.”

She tucked herself back into her skirt with practiced ease, then gently helped you up. You winced, legs unsteady, and she made a pleased noise as she pulled you flush against her chest.

“God, look at you. Wrecked. Ruined. Probably never gonna look at a graphing calculator the same again.”

You buried your face in her shoulder, humiliated and blissed-out. “You’re the worst.”

“Nah,” she whispered, nuzzling your hair. “I’m the best thing that’s ever happened to you.”

Her fingers trailed down your back again—slow, possessive.

“Next time,” she murmured, lips brushing your temple, “I’m taking you in the library. Right where you eat your sad little sandwich. So everyone knows who you belong to.”

You shivered.

She pulled away just enough to look at your face—messy, flushed, eyes glassy.

“You okay?” she asked, quieter now. “Too much?”

You shook your head. She nodded once, serious for a beat, then kissed your forehead like she meant it.

“Good. ‘Cause this isn’t a one-time thing,” she said. “You’re mine now, loser.”

You didn’t move for a while.

Your legs were too weak, your brain too fuzzy, and everything below your waist felt warm and aching and full, even though she’d already pulled out. You just stood there in her arms, small and quiet, the back of your skirt wrinkled and your panties dangling around one ankle.

Jimin held you steady, like it was nothing. Like you weren’t a trembling wreck she’d just ruined over your own calculus homework.

She clicked her tongue. “God. You’re so fucking helpless.”

Her voice was sharp, but her hands were soft as she smoothed your skirt back down, then bent to help you step out of your underwear completely. She folded them into her pocket without asking—like she owned them now.

You didn’t even try to stop her.

“You really are a mess,” she muttered, guiding you back to the chair. She plopped down first and tugged you into her lap like a toy she’d decided to keep—your thighs straddling hers, face tucked into the crook of her shoulder. “Bet you couldn’t even walk home like this. Pathetic.”

You let yourself sink into her chest, boneless and dazed.

“You’re such a brat,” she added, fingers carding gently through your hair. “Acting all quiet and smart, hiding behind your little notebooks, pretending like you don’t want someone to just wreck you.”

You whimpered a little, embarrassed. Her arms tightened.

“You do want that,” she whispered, pressing her lips to the side of your head. “You want someone to see how fucking sweet you are under all that shy bullshit. And guess what, baby?”

She cupped your cheek, tilting your face up so you had to look her in the eyes.

“I see you.”

You blinked at her—wide-eyed and small, cheeks still damp, lips kiss-bitten.

“I see all of it,” she said, quieter now. “And if anyone else ever looks at you like you’re available, I swear to god I’ll make them cry.”

You swallowed, too full of emotion to say anything. She tapped your lip with two fingers.

“Next time,” she said casually, “I’m bringing snacks. And a blanket. ‘Cause clearly you need post-fuck nesting like some pathetic little kitten.”

You buried your face in her shoulder again, heart thudding painfully at her chest.

“I’m serious,” she mumbled, one hand rubbing slow circles between your shoulder blades. “You act like you hate me, but I know you’re in love. You’re obsessed.”

You mumbled something unintelligible.

“What was that?” she teased. “Was that a confession? You gonna cry again if I kiss your forehead?”

She did it anyway. Kissed you there. Soft and possessive.

“I’ll take care of you, dumbass,” she said. “You’re mine now. Deal with it.”

And even though she was still calling you names, still being mean…

You’d never felt more safe in your life.

Eventually, the silence in the detention room grew heavy with the smell of sweat and cheap perfume. The clock ticked closer to six, and the fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting everything in tired yellow.

But you stayed curled in her lap, soft and sleepy and still twitching a little every time her hands skimmed over your thighs.

Jimin shifted under you and sighed dramatically, her arms still holding you close like you might try to run. “Alright, loser. Detention’s over. Time to move.”

You whined softly, nose buried in her collar.

She scoffed.

“God, you’re needy.” But her hand came up to cradle the back of your head again, thumb brushing over your ear in a way that made your lashes flutter. “Fine. Just give me a second.”

She leaned forward with you still draped across her lap and started gathering your scattered papers one-handed. Your pen. Your crumpled worksheet. Your calculator. She clicked her tongue when she saw the damp smudge across your graph paper from where you’d drooled.

“Look at this disaster. You really did ruin your homework.” She smirked. “Guess I’ll have to do it for you now, too. Useless.”

You made a small noise of protest, and she cut you off with a kiss to the top of your head.

“Shut up. I’m good at math.”

With surprising care, she tucked everything into your bag, then stood with you in her arms like you weighed nothing. You clung to her automatically, legs wrapped loosely around her waist, cheek resting against her shoulder as she carried you out into the empty hallway.

“You’re such a little princess,” she muttered, kissing your jaw between steps. “Can’t even walk after one round? I should be offended.”

You mumbled into her neck, and she snorted.

“Yeah, yeah. You loved it.”

She carried you all the way to her car. Opened the passenger door. Buckled you in.

Once you were tucked safely in your seat, your knees drawn up under her oversized hoodie (she’d stripped it off and draped it over you without a word), Jimin dumped your backpack into the backseat and slid in beside you with a satisfied sigh.

“You’re coming to my place,” she said, like it was already decided. “You can nap or whatever while I fix your stupid homework.”

You blinked at her, still dazed. “You don’t have to—”

“Yes I do,” she cut in smoothly. “You think I’m gonna let anyone else look at your stupid essays and see the heart you dotted over the ‘i’ in your name?”

You covered your face, groaning. “I hate you.”

She leaned over and kissed your temple. “Liar.”

_____

You were curled up on her bed in her clothes, warm and soft and full of post-orgasm exhaustion while Jimin sat at her desk, your calculus book open beside your notes.

She twirled your pen between her fingers like a knife.

“You write like a twelve-year-old,” she muttered, scribbling your answers faster than you ever could.

You rolled onto your side, cheek squished against her pillow. “You’re mean.”

She didn’t look up, but you saw the corner of her mouth twitch into a smirk.

“Yeah, but I’m doing your homework and feeding you later, so shut up and let me spoil you.”

Your chest squeezed.

She really was the worst. And she really was yours.

_____

You dozed for a bit—just long enough to lose track of time. Her bed was stupidly soft, her hoodie smelled like her shampoo, and your body was still buzzing from everything she’d done to you.

At some point, you rolled over and realized she was no longer at her desk.

Then you smelled it.

Something warm, savory, and very, very intentional.

You sat up slowly, a little sore, still wearing nothing but her oversized t-shirt and boxers that practically hung off your hips. Padding quietly down the hall, you peeked into the kitchen—and nearly melted on the spot.

Jimin stood barefoot at the stove, brow furrowed like she was solving a physics equation, stirring a pan and tasting the sauce with the same precision she used to ruin you in detention. Her sleeves were pushed up, her tattoos on display, and your favorite song was playing low from her speaker.

On the counter, you spotted a cutting board with ingredients you definitely mentioned earlier in the week when she kept “casually” asking about your comfort meals. She’d pretended it was part of a joke.

“You really like that stuff?” she’d said, twirling her pen. “That basic-ass dish? For real?”

But she remembered.

Every. Single. Thing.

You stepped in, quiet, until she glanced over and caught you watching.

She rolled her eyes.

“Jesus,” she said, flipping something in the pan like a pro. “Don’t look at me like that. It’s not that big of a deal.”

You opened your mouth, but she cut you off.

“I was hungry anyway. You just happen to be pathetic and weak and clearly too dumb to cook for yourself, so…” she shrugged, her voice dropping. “Whatever.”

You smiled, cheeks burning.

She glanced at you again, noticed the way you were wrapped in her clothes, your knees knocking together.

She exhaled. “You look like a fucking kicked puppy.”

Then: “Sit down.”

You sat.

A few minutes later, she brought you a plate—your plate, actually. She must’ve stolen it from your Instagram story or something. Everything you liked, made exactly how you liked it. Even the seasoning was perfect. Your favorite drink followed a minute later, poured into a glass with ice the way you always did it.

When you looked up at her, stunned, she crossed her arms and stared at you like she was daring you to say something embarrassing.

You did anyway. Quietly.

“…You remembered all of it.”

She scowled.

“I’m not an idiot.”

You took a bite. Your eyes widened.

“Holy shit.”

She smirked—just a little. “Of course it’s good. I don’t half-ass things.”

When you tried to offer her some, she leaned down, stole a bite from your fork, and winked. “Tastes better when I eat it from your plate, obviously.”

After dinner, she disappeared into the kitchen again. You assumed she was doing dishes—until she came back with a whole dessert, carefully plated with toppings, looking like something out of a bakery window.

You blinked. “Did you just—”

“No,” she said immediately. “Shut up. Eat it.”

You did. It was perfect. She watched you like it was a test.

You set your fork down, cheeks full. “You’re kind of insane.”

She leaned back in her chair, eyeing you lazily. “And you’re kind of spoiled.”

Then, quieter: “But I guess I don’t mind.”

She reached out and wiped a crumb off your lip with her thumb. Then sucked it into her mouth slowly, eyes on yours the whole time.

“I like feeding my little nerd,” she said, mean and sweet and dangerous. “Makes you extra obedient.”

You wanted to crawl into her lap again. Maybe forever.

After dessert, the air in the room shifted. You felt full—not just physically, but in a way that made your chest warm and your pulse race, even in the quiet.

Jimin leaned back in her chair, her eyes narrowing slightly as she watched you finish your food, still feeling the weight of her attention. You hadn’t noticed, but your legs were subconsciously pressed together, like you were trying to hide the way your body reacted to her every move. Every word.

“You look all full and cute now,” she said, voice low. “Like a little pet after a nice meal.”

You made a face at her. “I’m not your pet.”

She raised an eyebrow, giving you that smirk that made your insides twist. “Sure you’re not. But you are my little loser, and that’s basically the same thing.”

You rolled your eyes, but there was no real force behind it.

“Come on.” Jimin stood up, walking over to the couch and sitting down with an exaggerated sigh. “Get over here, loser. I don’t bite—unless you ask.”

You felt your pulse skip at the teasing tone in her voice, and despite yourself, you followed her. She patted the spot next to her on the couch, a little more casual than you expected.

You sat down, a little awkward, but she didn’t let you stay that way for long. She tugged you to sit sideways on her lap with a single hand on your waist. She didn’t even look at you—just made herself comfortable with her arms around your waist, settling you into place.

You couldn’t help but melt against her, your cheek on her shoulder, feeling her warm body under yours.

She was quiet for a second—just watching you, fingers tracing lazily up your side.

“You’re such a mess,” she murmured, soft and low. “So fucking easy to handle. One little meal and you’re basically purring.”

You were about to protest, but she cut you off before you could.

“Don’t start. I know you love it.” She kissed the top of your head. “I told you I’d spoil you. You can pretend you hate it all you want, but you’re mine now.”

You felt a knot in your chest, the weight of her words sinking in deep. You could feel the truth of them in your bones, and the rush of desire you’d tried to bury was coming back with full force.

“I don’t need to hear this,” you mumbled, but even as you said it, your heart was beating so hard you thought it might give out.

Jimin chuckled, her hands sliding down your back in lazy strokes. She kissed your ear softly, nipping at the lobe in a teasing way that made your whole body shiver.

“You’re cute when you’re pretending you don’t want me,” she whispered. “I can feel you getting soft for me all over again. Adorable.”

You shifted on her lap, trying to hide the growing heat between your legs. Jimin, of course, noticed immediately.

“Aww,” she cooed mockingly, her hands tightening around your waist. “Do I turn you on that much, princess?”

You flushed deep red, face burning. “I—stop it.”

She laughed, but it wasn’t the cruel laugh from before. This time, it was warmer—almost affectionate, but still with that sharp edge.

“C’mon,” she said, kissing your temple. “Relax. You’ve had a long day of being a brat. Let me take care of you.”

You leaned into her more, letting her hold you close, your head against her shoulder. You could feel her fingers lazily playing with your hair, soothing you in a way that almost made you forget how badly she teased.

And yet, every once in a while, she’d murmur something that made your heart race again.

“You’re so lucky I’m into you, you know?” she said. “I could be out with someone who’s not a total fucking nerd. But I like my little messes. Makes me feel powerful.”

You felt the weight of her words, but instead of pushing you away, it only made you cling to her a little more, sinking into her warmth.

“And don’t think I’m done spoiling you,” she added, voice low. “You’re not allowed to go back to being that boring little good girl. Not when I’ve got you this way.”

You let out a soft sigh, knowing deep down that you’d never want to go back. Not now. Not after she’d ruined you, in the best way possible.

“Good,” she murmured, resting her chin on top of your head. “I like it when you’re mine.”

You could’ve stayed like that forever—wrapped in her arms, the tension between you both starting to soften into something deeper.

But, as always, Jimin had to remind you she wasn’t about to let you off easy.

“Now,” she said, pushing you off her lap with just enough force to make you stumble, “get in bed. I’m not letting you go until you’re completely worn out from me. And we both know it won’t take long.”

You didn’t protest this time.

You just followed her obediently, knowing it was exactly where you wanted to be.

_____

You were buried in a mountain of flashcards and textbooks, the library’s hushed stillness pressing in around you. Your lunch—a lukewarm sandwich and an apple—sat neglected at the edge of the table, shielded by scattered notes and half-finished diagrams. You’d told yourself you’d stay late this afternoon, get ahead on biology before Jimin picked you up for… whatever was next.

Your hair fell in your face as you leaned down to scribble another note, pen scratching paper in the quiet. The distant hum of the air conditioner was the only sound until you felt it: a soft brush against your ankle.

You froze.

At first, you thought it was a trick of the breeze—or your imagination. But then you saw it: the hem of Jimin’s skirt slipping under the desk, and her fingers brushing your calf. Panic fluttered in your chest as you realized what she was doing.

You snapped your head up to scan the room. A few students glanced up from their laptops, but no one paid real attention. The librarian was at the far end, shelving books, too absorbed to notice the scene unfolding beneath the table. Your pulse thundered.

You swallowed, tugging at your hair to tuck it behind your ear, trying to appear calm. “Jimin?” you whispered, voice barely more than a breath.

She didn’t answer. Instead, her hand slid higher, teasing the inside of your thigh just beneath the edge of your skirt. You bit your lip, your pen stabbing at the notebook in distress.

Without warning, she leaned in, her breath cool against your inner thigh. Her tongue flicked out, tracing a line from your knee up to where your panties were soaked through. You gasped, clutching your pen, and dropped your forehead onto the open page of your textbook, hiding your face behind the printed paragraphs.

The world became the scent of old paper and Jimin’s perfume as her mouth found the seam of your panties. You twisted, trying to keep your voice down, but you couldn’t stop the soft moan that slipped past your lips.

“Shh,” she murmured against your skin, sliding your panties aside. Her hand curled around your wrist gently, pressing it against the underside of the desk so you wouldn’t flail. “Don’t be so loud, baby.”

Your hair curtained your face as you pressed back, thighs clenching instinctively around her head. She chuckled—low, pleased. “Good girl.”

Her tongue dipped between your folds, soft and insistent, and you nearly strangled on a muffled cry. You tried to clutch the textbook for support, but your other hand found Jimin’s hair, threading through the silky strands, guiding her closer. Every hitch of her breath against you sent tremors through your core.

The library’s quiet seemed to stretch forever as Jimin worked you with careful precision—sliding her tongue along your slit, flattening it against you, then flicking it over your clit in tiny, teasing circles. You bit down on the edge of your textbook, trying to keep quiet, but your body was already betraying you.

Her hand found your other thigh, pressing it open wider as she deepened her ministrations. “Look at you,” she whispered, voice thick. “So desperate—hiding behind your books like some shy little mouse.”

You could only whimper, pressing your face into the textbook as her tongue darted inside you. The feel of her lips wrapped around you, the slick heat of her mouth—it was too much. Your toes curled, and you shifted in your seat, but Jimin’s hand held you firmly in place.

“Gonna cum, aren’t you?” she teased, one finger slipping inside you in time with her tongue. “Such a needy little nerd. You love this, don’t you?”

Your head throbbed against the page, vision blurring as waves of pleasure built behind your eyes. You tried to answer, to deny it, but all that emerged was a broken whisper: “Y-yes…”

That was enough for her. Her movements grew more deliberate, fingers pumping inside you while her tongue worked magic on your clit. You bit down harder on the textbook, knuckles whitening as you fought to keep your voices of ecstasy contained.

And then it happened—you tumbled over the edge, a rush of heat and tension that ripped through your body, making you shudder and quake. You clutched the desk leg, head buried in your book, hair matted against your face, as you came with an almost inhuman keening.

Jimin stayed right there, riding out every spasm of your orgasm with slow, patient strokes until you were a trembling mess in her lap beneath the desk. She pulled back, leaving you panting and sore, glancing up at you briefly with a cruel-smile-gone-soft.

“Pathetic,” she whispered, sliding back into her seat as if nothing happened. She tucked your hair behind your ear from under the desk, popping your panties back into place with casual precision. “Now focus. You’ve got a quiz in thirty minutes.”

You lifted your head, cheeks blazing hot, and stared at her—hair still falling in your face, eyes glassy. She slid a book across the table to block the view of her legs beneath the desk.

“Try to act normal,” she said, voice smug. “Or I’ll do it again.”

Your hand still shook as you picked up your pen, trying to write a coherent note. Jimin leaned over, her breath ghosting your ear as she murmured, “I’m always watching you, loser.”

And you—god, you—couldn’t help but obey.

Jimin didn’t slip away when you thought she might. Instead, she stayed—perched on the metal chair across from you, legs crossed, one boot tapping softly on the floor. The tip of her pencil hovered over her own notebook, but her eyes never left you.

You stared at your biology text, trying to get back into the diagrams of mitochondria, but every time you turned a page, you felt her watching. Then you caught sight of her tongue, sliding slowly over her bottom lip, and you knew you hadn’t imagined how she savored you under the desk.

She sighed—quiet, almost pained. You glanced up, heart lurching.

“Ugh,” she muttered, rubbing at her temple as if you’d just interrupted her headache. But the tone wasn’t annoyed; it was… wistful.

Your stomach fluttered. “Jimin—” you began, but she held up a finger.

“Shh,” she said, voice low. She leaned forward, folding her arms on the desk so her chin rested on her knuckles. “You taste so good. Like… like honey and something floral. I can’t stop thinking about it.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks. You tried to focus on your notes—drawing a shaky arrow between two lines of text—but her words echoed in your skull.

“I swear,” she continued, tone casual as if she were complaining about cafeteria pizza. “Every time I chew gum, I almost taste you. It’s driving me insane.”

Your pen slipped from your fingers and clattered to the floor. Jimin’s gaze flicked down to it, then back to you with that half-smirk of hers. “Pick it up,” she ordered softly.

You bent to retrieve it—careful not to expose yourself—and when you sat back up, she was watching your mouth, licking her own lips.

“Don’t make me come back under there,” she teased, voice barely more than a whisper. “Because I will if I have to taste you again. And trust me, I want to. Bad.”

Your pulse thundered so loud you were sure the whole library could hear it. You tried to force your pen to move, scrawling down a definition, but every stroke felt like static.

Jimin straightened, sliding her chair just an inch closer—just enough that her thigh brushed yours under the table. “You know,” she said, tone mocking but gentle, “maybe I’ll kick everyone out and we’ll make our own little study sesh.”

You dared a glance up. Her eyes were soft around the edges, but still bright and sharp. She was serious. And possessive.

“Just… next time,” she added, voice so low you could barely hear it, “leave the books at home.”

She leaned back, picked up her textbook, and opened it with a deliberate snap—like she was done complaining and now expected you to do your work. But you knew better. You could feel the promise in the way she watched you, the way her thigh rested against yours.

And somewhere, between the definitions and the diagrams, you realized you wouldn’t mind at all if she did come back under there. Not even a little.

_____

The library clock ticked closer to closing time, its soft chime hinting at the end of another long afternoon. You closed your textbook with a decisive snap, heart still fluttering from the memory of Jimin’s confession. Across the table, she tucked a stray strand of your hair behind your ear, thumb brushing your cheek like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Done?” she asked, irritation still flitting beneath her words—an irritation you’d come to recognize as care.

You offered a small, tired smile. “Finished,” you whispered.

Her eyes softened, the usual sharpness melting just enough to show relief. She stretched, stretching you against her side, and pushed her chair back. “Good. Let’s get out of here before they lock the doors.”

You packed your things slowly, savoring each movement—zipped pencil case, carefully stacked notes, the lingering warmth of her thigh against yours under the table. When you turned to face her, Jimin’s gaze dropped to your lips, then back to your eyes, as if reading every unsaid thought.

“Hey,” she said, voice gentler now. “About earlier… I’m—”

You pressed a finger to her lips.

“I know,” you murmured. “And I…” A beat, then, softer: “I like it. All of it. Even when you’re mean.”

Her smirk returned, half-lidded and satisfied. “Of course you do, loser. You’re mine, remember?”

You laughed quietly, leaning up to kiss her temple. “Mine.”

Hand in hand, you stepped out into the dusk-lit courtyard. The cool air felt electric against your overheated skin. Jimin slipped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close as you walked.

“I have one more surprise,” she said, voice playful instead of cruel. “Remember how you said you wanted to try that little café down the street?”

You blinked. “You remembered?”

“Duh,” she replied, guiding you toward the gate. “I like doing things you like.”

Your chest swelled. “Thank you.”

She punched your arm lightly. “Don’t get sappy on me now.”

At the café, tucked into a corner booth, you ordered the warm pastries and whipped cream–topped cocoa you’d mentioned. As you waited, Jimin reached across the table, her fingers tangling with yours.

“You know,” she said, leaning in so her voice was only for you, “I never thought I’d actually care about someone’s favorite food. But with you… it matters.”

You squeezed her hand. “I’m glad.”

She grinned, that signature glint in her eye. “Yeah, yeah. Just eat your damn croissant before I steal it.”

You laughed, leaning into her warmth as the barista delivered your treats. Steam curled from the mug as you both took a cautious sip—perfectly sweet, just like the last months had become.

Jimin watched you, satisfied, until you caught her eye and winked. She rolled her eyes, but the tilt of her lips betrayed her. Then, softly, in a tone that was more promise than tease, she murmured, “Welcome to forever, loser.”

You pressed a kiss to her knuckles, heart full. “Forever,” you echoed, as the world outside faded into the soft glow of café lights and the shared warmth of two perfectly mismatched souls—mean girl and loser, now something infinitely more.

[urno1luv]

Pussy drunk Loser!Karina please🙏😭

No Hands ~ ♡

kinda long before we get to the point i was in the zone🤒reader is a pink lover btw

cw: overstimulation, cunnilingus, anal, i think i mentioned the word "panty" like 50 times here idk

reader speech: pink + bold

karina speech: white + bold

♡ karina LIVES for making you happy🙂‍↕️and making you feel good. she would not be physically able to get off of you once you let her touch you🫂

♡ she’s so quiet about it in public. so well-behaved. your perfectly polished, chic, elegant girlfriend... but the second you get home and that door clicks shut? she’s not subtle anymore.

it starts innocent kinda...

she’s helping you get dressed - “i’ll zip it for you, babe” - but her hands linger.

fingers brushing the backs of your thighs, her palms smoothing over your hips.

she hums, low and thoughtful, like she’s admiring art. "this skirt’s short."

"so?"

"... well... i l-like it."

♡ she loves when you sit on her lap, she’ll pull you into it even when there’s a perfectly good seat next to her, saying that it’s because you’re warm, but you feel the way her grip tightens around your waist and know what she wants.

♡ and when you’re changing in the room and think she’s scrolling on her phone, think again🤥bc karina’s watching from the mirror. eyes flicking up the backs of your legs, teeth sinking into her bottom lip. "why won't you do it slower..." she’ll murmur when you change out of your clothes, and when you glance back at her, wide-eyed, only to see her facing the other way🙂‍↔️

♡ she absolutely has favorite pairs. soft cotton ones in pastels, and the little silk ones she bought you!! but honestly? she doesn’t care what you wear. she’s obsessed either way, especially when she can run her hands along the waistband and feel you shiver under her touch. "you don’t even realize what you do to me," she’ll murmur when laying her head in your lap, face smothered in your legs. "you’re so soft. so warm. all mine."

and then she’ll press a kiss just below your belly button and look up at you with those eyes and turn away in embarrassment, she can't believe she's doing this.

"don’t hide your face," you’ll whisper when she gets shy. "i want to see how much you like it when you touch me🥺"

♡ she tries so hard to keep her cool. she really does, e.g. when she pretends she’s focused on her laptop or some sci-fi novel she’s halfway into but the second you walk past in your little pajama shorts? her screen goes dark because she hasn’t typed a single word in ten minutes.

"babe…" she’ll mumble, eyes locked onto the shape of your ass in your panties like she’s being hypnotized. "do you-uh-do you have to wear that around the house?" and you’ll just raise your brow and smirk like "why? you don’t like it?"

and she’ll go bright red, shaking her head so fast her glasses almost fall off: "no! i mean-yes! i mean... i just…" poor girl can’t even finish a sentence.

♡ she studies your underwear drawer when you’re not looking. not in a creepy way (okay maybe a little) but she’ll be folding laundry and pause every time she comes across your panties like she’s trying to memorize them. "the light pink ones with the little bow," she whispers to herself. "my favourites," while slipping them into her jeans.

♡ she’s always saying things under her breath like: "i don’t get how it’s possible to look that good just walking across the room," "she literally has no idea what she does to me," and when you catch her, she freezes like a cat in headlights. "i didn’t say anything!" she lies, already turning red.

♡ you’ve definitely caught her staring before. like… just staring. you’re standing in front of the fridge and she’s on the couch behind you, notebook in her lap, eyes glued to your legs.

and when you turn around she jolts like you threw ice water on her. "i-i was just admiring your… calves. for anatomy reasons. art stuff." (she is not an artist)

♡ when you let her touch you, when you guide her hands under your skirt and whisper, "don’t be shy," she short circuits. her palms are warm and shaking. her breath catches in her throat.

she can't believe that her wet dreams are becoming a reality!!

it's safe to say that you didn't know that your little loser rina was gonna be THAT good when pleasing you... because she's always practically running away from you when you were kissing you expected her to be some sort of a prude but she definitely surprised you tonight.

♡ as soon as you take your clothes off she wouldnt get off at all. she wouldn't even get up for air. she just kept licking long stripes, before changing to just sucking your clit. she wouldnt use her hands (heh... the title...) because there was no need to. her mouth was enough🙂‍↕️

♡ she wouldn't let you run away from her, ignoring your pleas as you came over and over again, her arms interlocking your thighs, keeping them from shutting.

♡ she loved it the most when she ate it from the back, forcing you on your knees while she licked between your folds, collecting your sticky cum, inhaling the scent of your cunt while one hand was in her pants rubbing herself to your broken moans😵‍💫

♡ she would slip a finger into your ass, and as your knees gave away, she knew you were close, thrusting in and out, keeping the same rhythm with her tongue squeezed by your gummy walls, trying to extract as much cum from you as she could.

♡ if you were able to pull her off of you, she would let out a LOUD whine and would only say one thing: "y/n... hmmph.. i'm not done..."

♡ "i’ve dreamed about this," she'd say without thinking, then clapping a hand over her mouth like: "i didn’t mean to say that out loud."

and you make sure to tease her for it from now on, after finding out how obsessed she is with your pussy🙂‍↕️sit in her lap during study sessions, trail your fingers up her arms while she’s trying to focus.

and when she lets out a soft, pitiful "please…" you tilt your head and whisper, "please what, baby?" she nearly combusts, and the cycle continues <3

[bytemee]

can u write a oneshot where mean!sorority!karina x loser!g!p!reader and reader goes out of town for a lego convention or some nerd shit and karina's like "ok lol" barely replying to their texts

but then reader sends selfies looking kinda good and suddenly karina's not so mean anymore (but she's acting like she doesn't care) and later she's in bed lowkey staring at reader's pics when reader calls and starts yapping about legos all excited while karina listens way too hard. somehow this leads to phone sex 🫣

CYBER SEX — YU JIMIN.

"wish you were here right now, all of the things i'd do."

synopsis. karina swears she doesn’t miss you. not even a little. if her puppy wants to ditch her for some dumb lego convention, that’s your loss. okay...maybe letting you leave was a mistake… but at least she can have some fun making you miss her.

pairing. mean!sorority!karina x loser!gp!reader

warning(s). 18+ (smut), phone sex (duhhhh), g!p reader, pet names (karina calling u puppy ofc), bad writing, and let me know if there's more!

words. 2k

authors note. mean!sorority!karina is so awesome sauce man. i also forgot my own schedule dates.. i apologize.

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karina wasn't mad. she wasn't.

so what if her puppy had ditched town for some stupid lego convention? it wasn't like she cared. she had better things to do than think about you running around, geeking out over plastic blocks.

her sorority sisters, however, were testing her patience. 

"she didn't even tell you until last minute?" giselle smirked over her drink. 

"sounds like someone got ditched," winter added.

"i didn't get ditched." karina rolled her eyes, scrolling through her messages. your last text had been two hours ago—a simple just got here! it's so cool, you'd love it if you gave it a chance :(  to which she had responded with a dry, doubt it. 

and that was it. that was all you were getting from her. if you wanted to act like a loser, that was your problem.

"didn't get ditched," winter mocked under her breath, earning a laugh from ningning.karina threw them a glare before pushing up from the couch, phone clutched in her hand. "i'm going to bed."

she ignored their knowing smirks as she stormed up the stairs to her room, locking the door behind her. 

her phone buzzed just as she flopped onto her bed, and against her better judgment, she checked it immediately.

puppy: look!! isn't it so cute?? :D

attached were three selfies of you grinning with some ridiculously detailed lego set in the background. your glasses were slightly askew, your hoodie a little too big, and your excitement was practically radiating off the screen. 

karina clicked on one of the pictures, zooming in just a little. not because she missed you. not because she thought you looked cute. just... because. 

another text popped up. 

puppy: there's this one panel tomorrow about rare discontinued sets, you think i should go? 

she bit her lip, hesitating before replying.

karina: do whatever you want. 

she stared at her screen for a moment before sighing and tossing her phone onto her pillow. 

she wasn't jealous. she wasn't annoyed. she wasn't—

her phone buzzed again.

puppy: you're so mean ;(

a smirk twitched at her lips.

before she could respond, her phone started ringing. you.

she exhaled sharply before answering, keeping her voice bored. "what?"

"okay, so—listen." your voice came through, breathless with excitement. "i got to see so many cool sets today. like, there was this one display of the millennium falcon that was massive, and i swear, if i had the money, i'd—"

she hummed, pretending to listen as you rambled on about your day. but she was listening. more than she wanted to admit. she could practically picture you, pacing in your hotel room, waving your hands around as you talked a mile a minute.

"like i said, you'd think it's cool if you were here," you muttered, and she could hear the pout in your voice.

"don’t think so."

you groaned. "you're impossible."

she smirked. "and you're a nerd."

"i am not—"

she could hear the shuffle of you moving around, probably flopping onto your bed. then, a pause. your voice was quieter when you spoke again. "you miss me?"

karina rolled onto her back, staring at the ceiling. she could lie. she could say no. but instead, she muttered, "not really."

you laughed, soft and knowing. "liar."

she closed her eyes, gripping her phone tighter. maybe she was. but she'd never admit it.

not yet, anyway.

karina sighed, rolling onto her side as she let your voice fill the quiet of her room. it was late, and she should have been asleep already, but instead, she was still listening to you ramble about legos of all things—like some lovesick idiot.

not that she was one.

"i swear, some of these sets were insane," you continued, voice slightly muffled like you were getting comfortable. "there was this one star wars display with over ten thousand pieces. can you imagine? ten thousand."

"hm," she hummed, only half-listening now. she was too busy staring at the selfies you'd sent earlier, swiping through them like she hadn't already memorized every detail.

she could hear you shifting again, the sound of fabric rustling against fabric, a small sigh escaping your lips. "kinda wish you were here, though. feels weird without you making fun of me."

karina smirked, rolling onto her back. "i'd make fun of you either way, puppy."

you laughed, soft and breathy. "i know. but still."

a beat of silence stretched between you, comfortable but charged. karina exhaled slowly, her fingers tracing idle circles against her stomach.

"so..." your voice had dropped slightly, quieter, more hesitant. "what are you doing?"

"lying down," she murmured. "thinking."

"about?"

she bit her lip, debating. she could keep playing it cool, keep pretending she wasn't fazed by you being miles away. but she was tired, and her walls were lower than usual, and you sounded so damn cute on the other end of the line.

"...you."

you inhaled sharply. "oh."

a smirk pulled at her lips. she could hear the way you tensed up, the way your breath hitched, and it sent a slow wave of satisfaction through her.

"what, puppy?" she teased, her voice dropping into something lower, something smug. "cat got your tongue?"

you swallowed audibly. "no, i just—"

she hummed, tilting her head back against the pillow. "you're cute when you're flustered, you know that?"

another pause. a shaky exhale.

"karina..."her smirk deepened, fingers idly tracing patterns against her skin. "what's wrong, puppy? you miss me that bad?"

you made a small, frustrated noise on the other end, and karina chuckled, knowing exactly where this was heading.

maybe letting you leave town had been a mistake. but at least now, she could have a little fun reminding you exactly who you belonged to. she bit her lip as she slipped her hand into her shorts, trailing her fingers between her thighs. 

her voice dropped lower, more sultry, more teasing. "use your words, puppy. tell me how much you miss me."

she could hear your breathing pick up, ragged and uneven. "i-i miss you. god, i miss you so much."

a small hum of satisfaction escaped her. you gulped at the sound, your shaky hands fumbling to unbutton your jeans. "i want you," you whined, your voice dropping to a whisper. "i wanna be back there with you."

"yeah?" she asked, a smile pulling at her lips. "and what would you do if you were here?"

she knew the answer, of course, but she wanted to hear you say it. she wanted to hear the way your voice would waver and crack as you finally gave in, finally told her exactly what you wanted.

you whimpered, your hands wrapping around yourself as you imagined her touch. "i'd kiss you," you admitted, your breath hitching. 

karina's smirk deepened, her fingers sliding through her own slick. "where?"

"everywhere," you breathed.

she bit her lip, heat coiling in her stomach. she wanted to tell you to get your ass back here, to come crawling on your knees, to beg her to forgive you for leaving her alone like this. but she knew she was too prideful for that, and besides, she couldn't help but find a bit of amusement in the fact that you were getting yourself off, miles away, just to the sound of her voice.

“you touching yourself, puppy?" she asked, her voice low and teasing.

"mhm," you nodded weakly, even though she couldn't see you. you were breathing hard, your hand moving faster, your chest heaving as you lost yourself in the sound of her voice.

karina could hear the way your breath hitched with each stroke, could hear the way your voice went shaky each time she spoke. she loved it, and not in the usual possessive sense you'd expect from her. no, there was something almost tender in the way she teased you, in the way she kept you wanting.

"god, you're so easy," she murmured.

"please," you whimpered, your voice cracking slightly. "i-i wanna hear you."

karina tilted her head back, her breath catching in her throat. you were always so needy, so desperate for her, and god, she loved it. she loved hearing the way your voice would get hoarse and strained, loved the way you'd beg and plead with her to give you more.

"puppy..." she moaned, "you sound so fucking good." a finger slipped into her heat, curling up and dragging along her walls.

"please," you whimpered again, your hand moving faster. "i need to hear you. need to know if you're touching yourself too."

you could hear her gasp on the other end of the line, and you pictured her, eyes closed, back arched as she pressed down into the touch of her own fingers. you let out a jagged exhale, your whole body trembling with the effort of holding back. she was so gorgeous, and even if you weren't there with her, just hearing her like this was enough to drive you crazy.

"are you?" you asked again, a little more desperately this time.

"fuck, yes," she breathed. "i am."

"fuck." your grip tightened around your phone. "i-i bet you look so pretty right now. bet you feel so good."

"so fucking good, puppy." she was moaning openly now, another finger slipping into her slick heat. karina imagined what it would be like to have you back here, on top of her, inside of her, fucking her so hard that all she could do was cry out your name.

she wanted you so badly, and as her fingers sped up, as the heat built in her stomach, she felt herself getting closer to that edge, closer to falling apart for you. "god, i-i miss you so much," she breathed. her body was on fire with desire, her mind consumed by thoughts of you. 

if she wasn't fingers deep inside herself right now, she would have cringed so hard at herself that she'd turn to stone. but her head was swimming with pleasure, and her tongue was loose with it, and god, she wished you were here so she could take out her pent-up frustration on your body.

"s-shit, puppy," she breathed. "you're mine. all mine."

"yes," you whimpered. "only yours."

her fingers curled against her walls, pressing deep into her slick heat, and fuck, she was close, so close, and—

"k-karina," you moaned, your voice going hoarse. "i-i'm gonna cum. please, please, i—"

"fuck, me too." her voice was a low growl, her body trembling as she felt her orgasm building. she wanted to tell you, wanted to make sure you knew, but all that came out was a series of broken moans. she could hear the way your breaths were coming quicker now, could hear the way they turned into choked gasps.

and god, if it wasn't the hottest thing. 

you were hers, and you were coming undone for her.she was getting close too, and when her hand finally started to ache, and she couldn't bring herself to stop, couldn't bring herself to do anything but press her fingers deeper and deeper until her walls finally clenched around them.

"g-gonna—" you cried out, your body shaking as your release finally took over, spilling out of you in waves of pleasure. karina's body followed soon after, her fingers curling deep inside her slick heat, her muscles clenching around them. she shuddered, gasping, her legs trembling as the waves of pleasure rippled through her.

for a moment, there was nothing but the sound of your ragged breathing, the aftershocks still rolling through your body, your skin flushed with heat. the only thing grounding you was the faint static of the phone pressed against your ear.

karina was the first to break the silence, her voice quieter now, almost lazy. "...when are you coming back home?"

you swallowed, still trying to catch your breath. "why?"

"just wondering," she murmured, voice dripping with something that made your stomach twist.

you exhaled slowly, shifting against the sheets. "tomorrow night."

"good."

she didn't elaborate, but you didn't need her to. the implication was clear—she wanted you back.

you smirked, voice teasing as you asked, "miss me that much?"

karina let out a soft scoff, but it lacked any real bite. "shut up."

you chuckled, but before you could push her further, she spoke again, quieter this time.

"...you'll come straight to me, right?"

the words caught you off guard.

for someone who usually kept her emotions so close to her chest, it was unusual for her to ask for something so blatantly. she must be feeling vulnerable. but it wasn't unwelcome. in fact, it sent a wave of affection through you, made your heartbeat a little faster.

you smiled, the words leaving you without a second thought. "of course, i will."

the line was silent for a beat, and then another, and for a moment, you wondered if she was already asleep.

"okay," she whispered.

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[zlut4rina]

Passenger Princess

Storyline: Your girlfriend has been BEGGING to go to this new bar. After constantly shutting her down, you finally give in. But that's not the only thing you're giving tonight.

Pairings: G!pKarina x femreader

Warnings: smut w some plot, public sex, oral (K receiving), car sex (?), unprotected sex, a bunch more it's freaky 👅 ... I think ..

Note: I thought of this one night and wrote it the next day 😭 (that's a lie, it took a week💔)

Word Count: 4.5k

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It’s been a week since your girlfriend has been bringing up that new bar across the city. “Come on everyone’s going!” She pleaded “Imagine the service, the drinks, and oh my god, the music”. At this point, she was getting desperate. She’d bring it up all day and all night, from the moment you wake up to an hour before you sleep. You had to admit it got annoying really quick. She just wouldn’t take no for an answer. She hasn’t really changed, she was always really persistent, if she wanted something she’s was going to get it. That’s how she was when you two first met. No matter how many times you’ve turned her down, she never gave up. Surprising you with each appearance she made, at the time, you hated how you were falling for her stupid charm. How she was obviously blindly and stupidly in love with you, and how she wasn’t going to take no for an answer no matter how embarrassed she was after every rejection. That’s just who she was, and it’s safe to say she wouldn’t be changing anytime soon.

Her pleads were always shut down, she would ask in the most obscene places. Once, you were dropping off your cousin at his daycare because you were babysitting that day. Before leaving the building, she asked if you could at least swing by and see what it’s like outside. You hit her arm, scanning the room, being met by questioning eyes, and raised brows. Let’s just say she got a really good talking to in the car, on the way home, at home, and even before bed. Even then, she was still determined to go. She needed to go like her life depended on it. Finally, one Friday night, you saw your friends posted on their story, clicking it. They were at the bar your girlfriend was so desperate to go to. Sending your friend a message asking about how it went and what it was like, she sent videos and pictures about the night. Looking over to your girlfriend who was busy in a bag of chips and her favorite TV show, not paying you any mind. “You still wanna go?” Breaking the silence you asked, Turing your attention back to your phone. Flipping through the pictures your friend sent. Your girlfriend turned her head to you, responding in a questioning, confused hum. “The bar, you still wanna go?” Finally looking up at her, she had the stupidest grin on her face. Closing the bag of chips and placing it on the nightstand, she turned to you. Holding you by the shoulders “Are you serious right now? Please tell me you're being serious.” She shook you slightly, staring at you, eyes wondering all over your face as if looking for something. You nodded, replying with a “mhm” and a small smile on your face.

She painted your face with kisses all night and small “thank you's”. Holding you in her arms tightly, she went to sleep feeling like a new woman. Waking up bright and early the next day, you were woken up from your sleep by the smell of food and being shaken awake by your lover. You could tell she was extremely happy about last night. All day, she was treating you like a queen. She did every other day, but you could tell today was different. And you knew exactly why, the way she held doors for you when you went shopping. Pulling your chair out for you during your meals, spending more than usual on you when you mentioned something you liked. You weren’t apposed to it either. You loved being spoiled by her just as much as she loved spoiling you. After finally making it back home after running errands, she insisted on running you a nice warm bubble bath. Agreeing to it, she took the groceries from your hands and led you to the couch, kissing you on the forehead before putting everything away. Making her way to the bathroom to start your bath, you called a few friends about how you're going to that new bar with your girlfriend. “No way you finally gave in to her?!” Your friend yunjin spoke, she sounded shocked. She knew about how annoying jimin was being about this bar. You had told her everything since she was your best friend. You laughed a bit “Yea, she’s running me a bath right now” you said in a cocky tone, smirking playfully at your phone. “She’s so obsessed with you, oh my gosh, me and who when?” You other friend minjeong spoke with a playfully sigh. You and yunjin couldn’t help but laugh at the girl, but that laughter soon stopped after your girlfriend called your name telling you your bath was ready. Saying bye to your friends, setting a meet-up time before hanging up and making your way to the bathroom.

Finally, after taking your sweet time in the tub, you came out in a two-piece set of pajamas your girlfriend bought you today. Checking your phone, seeing notifications of your friends sharing their excitement about tonight. But none was more excited about it than your girlfriend. She took everything out of your hands, cleaning it up and putting them back where they belonged. “You seem excited” you said, making your way to the bed, plopping down on it as you watched your girlfriend move around the room. She stopped with a smile on her face she moved towards you, leaning down and placing a kiss on your lips. Slowly, she smiled into it. “I’ve been waiting for so long, you Cleary don’t understand”. You chuckled at her, checking your phone once she left to finish cleaning up. Your friends said they were getting ready at 7:30 and will be there at the bar at 8:20-ish. “Hey once you're done, you think we should start getting ready?” You asked your girlfriend, putting your phone down on the nightstands. She turned to you and nodded. You got up, making your way to your wardrobe. “What should I wear” you asked, rummaging through your closet. “Who are you trying to impress?” your girlfriend asked, crossing her arms at you. You turned to face her, a playfully annoyed look on your face, “Who do you think” you asked in a stern voice. She smiled, going back to fixing the room. You turned away with a scoff and went back to looking through your wardrobe for something. “I like this one” you said, Turing around to face your girlfriend, dress in both hands over your body. She stared at you, mouth slightly open, “Soooo, what’d you think?” you asked nervously, putting the piece of clothing over your arm. She nodded as a smile grew on her face “I love it.” She walked up to your hands, went straight to your waist, pulled you close to her. “I can’t wait” she said in a low tone, leaning into your body, kissing your neck, trailing more up to your chin, then stopping at your lips. You let out a low whine at her sudden stop, opening your eyes slightly to look at her correctly. “Kind of rethinking going out and letting everyone else see you like that” you giggled, pushing her away, making your way to the bathroom to change, and taking your phone along with you.

Your friends called you after you finished changing into a black silky dress. It was short and tight on your body, fitting and complimenting your body perfectly. “GIRLL THAT’S WHAT YOUR GOING IN!!?” yunjin yelled in shock. Her smile was huge. You laughed, getting a bit shy as you showed your dress off. “I hope Jimin can fight” your friend minjeong spoke as she appeared next to yunjin. The two girls laughing at each other. “Do I look good is what I’m hearing” You placed the phone down to get a better view of yourself. “WAYYYYYY better than just good y/n” minjeong said eyes going wide as she spoke “If I was karina I’d change my mind so quick.” Yunjin laughed, getting back into the frame of the camera. “You guys are so gay, I’ll see you two there, okay? Gotta get going sooner or later” the other two nodded, waving goodbye to you. You took your phone into your hand and texted your girlfriend you were ready. Walking out the bathroom slowly, you met eyes with your girlfriend. She eyed you down, subtly licking her lips as she gulped. “You look … amazing” she stood up, going towards you, her hands reaching to cup your face. She pulled you into a kiss, her hands roaming down to your waist and neck. Trying your best to not lose balance since your legs were already starting to feel like jelly. You reached for her shoulders, deepening the kiss. She finally pulled away, a string of saliva left on her lip, licking it away she smiled. “You ready?” tilting her head at you with an innocent look on her face. You nodded, taking her hand as she led you both out the door.

Leading you out the door to her car, she held the door open for you as you got in. Closing the door behind her as she made her way to the drivers side. You texted your friends you’ll be there just a few minuets late. They followed up with a few teasing text like “🍆🍑💦?”, “👅👅”, “Yea u two take ur time … 🫣”. You scoffed and brushed their comments off, Turing off your phone and putting your seatbelt on. “You ready beautiful” your girlfriend asked, placing a hand on your thigh as she started up the car. You nodded, connecting your phone to the radio to clear the silence in the car on the way there. The bar was pretty far from where you two stayed, so the drive would be a bit longer than expected, but to Jimin, it would’ve been worth it once you got there. After sitting in silence as your playlist skimming through songs, your girlfriends hand went up and down on you soft and slowly. Getting really high and then retreating back to where she originally was. Her hand massaged your inner thigh, going up closer to your clothed heat. You tried your best to ignore her antics, but the higher and closer she got, the more difficult it became to act as if she didn’t have an effect on you. “You look really pretty in that y’know” she said, glancing at you from time to time. “Thank you…” you said quietly, avoiding her eyes. She licked her lips, lifting the hem of your dress up. Massaging your clothed clit slowly “Really, fucking pretty” her fingers toying with you rubbing up and down your slit. Running circles around your clit then back to your thigh. You bit your finger, leaning your elbow on the car to hold yourself up. Your other hand reaching for her shoulder, gripping her leather jacket tightly. Her fingers slowly went into your panties, your wetness coating her fingers entirely. She let out a breathy sigh as she played with your wet folds, rubbing your clit occasionally.

You threw your head back against your seat, letting go of her shoulder. You brought your hand down to hers and held her wrist in place as she toyed with you. Slowly, she entered three fingers into you, curling them inside you ever so slowly. You bit your lip, closing your eyes tightly. Her pace quickened as the GPS showed you’d be driving soon. The sloppy wet sounds of your pussy, and the smacking noises of her palm colliding with your body. No matter how hard you tried not to moan you couldn’t hold it in much longer, letting out sinful melodies. You came to a stop light with cars all around you, you tried to remove her hand but she wouldn’t budge. “Baby, please there’s people around.” Pulling your dress down with one hand while the other rested on your forehead, trying to hide your flushed face. This only made her to faster, curling her fingers into you hitting that spot just right. Your body just had to react, you flung your head back eyes closed shut, mouth wide open. You held the bar under the car door handle, spreading your legs wide. A green light came up, iimin scoffed, she was enjoying ruining you like this. But in just a few streets you’d be at your destination. Lifting your leg up, you set your foot on dashboard, curling your other leg in the seat.

Your girlfriend groaned, the GPS told you that you made it to your destination. She pulled her fingers out of you, causing you to whine. “Fix yourself” she spoke in a stern tone, bringing her fingers to her mouth tasting you. Her windows were tinted, yes, but people were still able to see inside if they got close enough. You pulled your dress down, fixing your underwear, checking yourself out in the mirror. While you were fixing your hair, she got out of the car, making her way to your side. She stood there a little, giving you some extra time to gather yourself before opening the door. Taking your hand in hers, she leads you inside, where your friends immediately notice you rushing over. Your friend yunjin hugged you tightly, letting go greeting your girlfriend by shaking her hand. The smaller girl minjeong only waved with a big smile on her face when she saw how red you were. She walked over to you, whispering in your ear: “You might wanna go fix your makeup” she said. Giggling to herself, she raised an eyebrow at you, handing you a pocket mirror. You gasped a bit after seeing some of your makeup was ruined. You turned to your girlfriend, “Were gonna go to the bathroom real quick, buy us drinks?”. She nodded, watching you three walk off she made her way to the bar. When you made it to the bathroom, your friends bombarded you with questions and concerns. “Did you two fuck or something!?” “You did NOT look like that before” “The d can’t be that fire” they spoke amongst themselves. Giggling at each other as they pulled out makeup from their purses. “I mean we sorta did, she didn’t let me .. uh you know” the two girls in front of you stopped, glancing at each other before bursting into laughter. You were a little irritated but your shyness took over, covering your face in your hands. “Someone’s definitely getting laid tonight” minjeong spoke, yunjin giving her a high five. “Hey if she can, so can we” they both giggled in agreement with each other. Finally done with your makeup you examine yourself in the mirror. You looked better than before, the two girls let that be know as well with the whistling and clapping from behind you. Smiling at them you all get your things gathered and make your way out the bathroom.

Your girlfriend was waiting at the bar alone. She wasn’t for a while. A woman walked up to her, rubbing her hand across her back as she sat down next to her. You saw stopping in your tracks, the other two girls almost running into you, “Whats up y/n, you good” yunjin spoke before stepping out from behind you. Following your eyes, she saw exactly what you were looking at. Minjeong saw, too, glancing at you to see your reaction. The woman who accompanied your girlfriend seemed to be drunk, laying her hand on jimins thigh. The way she leaned back and forth when speaking to her. Your girlfriend swatted her hand away, looking around for you. Once she met your eyes, she smiled, waving for you to come over. “There’s no way you're going over there, right?” Your friend spoke. You scoffed and walked in the opposite direction, your friends falling close behind. You went to the lounging area, sitting down on a long leather couch. Yunjin said beside you as minjeong went to the cooler beside the couch. Bringing you three beers to drink as you watched the TV. “SO how long are we gonna be watching TV, I wanna dance~” minjeong spoke in a whine. Yunjin smiled at her before turning to you. You had an angry expression on your face. You nodded, getting up, leading them to the dance floor. Some upbeat RnB was playing, and people were dancing with partners having a good time. Minejong pulled yunjin onto the floor with her. They danced together, completely forgetting everyone around them. You laughed seeing the two, taking a sip from your drink. You stood there and watched as everyone else was enjoying themselves. That was until you felt a pair of hands around your waist pulling you close. Recognizing the perfume, you smiled a little, turning around to meet her face to face. She looked a bit upset. Her gaze was cold yet had a hint of sadness in her eyes. “What happened back there” she spoke in your ear. The music was too loud to have a normal conversation. “I could ask you the same” taking her hands off your waist and stepping back. You crossed your arms, tilting your head at her, waiting for her to answer.

“I don’t know who that woman was. She was clearly out of it babe” she spoke in desperation, giving you her puppy eyes. “I called you over because I told her my girlfriend was crazy, and you’d probably cut her head off” You smiled a bit as she continued to speak. Quickly dropping it as you came to your senses. “She said she had to see it to believe it, but you walked away” she moved closer to you, grabbing your hands and holding them tightly. “What happened after I left” Your tone was stern, as if you were standing your ground. The ground soon felt like liquid the way she released your hands and caressed your face. Leaning in to whisper against your lips, “I went looking for you, of course”. She stared at your lips for a while before her gaze slowly rose to meet yours. A stupid smile formed on her face, pulling you away from the heated moment you heard your friends behind you. “Oooou look at the love birds” minjeong spoke, pointing at you two as yunjin shouldered her. “Maybe get a room, you know they have those” the other girl smirked before pointing in the direction to where the rooms would be found. Following her finger, you laid eyes on a bright neon sign that read “Quick Rooms” with dripping lips next to it. Your two friends laughed as they walked away to the bar for more drinks, leaving you and your girlfriend alone again. “Let’s go check it out” Jimin spoke, pulling you along with her. You both made it to the front desk for the rooms, asking for one the man gave you your key. “Don’t go too crazy, I don’t get paid enough” You all laughed as you and your girlfriend made your way down the long, dimly lit hallway to your room. “This is more than just a bar, huh?” she spoke, looking back at you with a smile. Dragging you to almost the end of the hall was your room, unlocking the door she let you in first.

Closing and locking it behind her, she leaned against the door with her arms folded. You turned around to face her, your hands playing w the hem of your dress nervously. “Are you still mad at me?” Your girlfriend spoke, eyeing you up and down. “What do you think” you said sarcastically, crossing your arms. She sighed, making her way towards you with her head hung down. Once you were finally close enough, she grabbed you by the waist, meeting your gaze with hers. “I already explained myself to you. What more do you want” she pulled you closer, your bodies were practically merging together. She stared at your lips for a moment, and she then whispered in your ear. “Or do you want me to prove my innocence to you…” it was hard trying to keep your composure, especially after she started leaving slow wet kisses on your jawline, slowly making her way to your neck. You tried to push her away, but she didn’t budge. She only held you tighter as she continued her assault on your body. She grabbed your chin, forcing you to turn your head away from her. She started leaving marks on your exposed neck, licking and biting at your skin. You whined a bit, biting your lip to conceal whatever noises dared to escape. “You can’t win this against me baby, you know that, just give in” her hand went down between your legs, her middle and ring fingers ghosting against her heat. She smiled, watching the way you shuddered under her touch. Picking you up, she took you to the door, where she out your back against. Still holding you in the air, she continued her attack on your neck. She later made her way to tour lips, you made out, it was sloppy and desperate. The way you moaned into her mouth, the noises you let out when she bit your lip. “Your so cute like this” she smiled against your lips before pulling away to look down at your soaked panties.

“As much as I wanna sit here and make a mess outta you, the bars gonna close soon, so I guess we’re gonna have to make this quick”. The unbuttoned and unzipped her pants, pulling out her hard cock. Running the tip up and down your wetness, causing you to moan and toss your head back against the door. She pulled your panties to the side and slammed her cock deep inside you. You let out a loud gasp, her hand going to your throat, fighting her grips ever so slightly. The other keeping her hold on you, trying to keep you up in the air as she made a mess out of you. The sounds of your wet heat and her cock slamming into each other echoed through the room. Your moans and her grunts colliding with the sounds creating sweet melodies only the two of you can enjoy. She leaned in biting at your collarbone as her pace inside you quickened. Your moans grew louder and more lewd, the combination of her inside you and tasting your body was heavenly. You wrapped your legs around her, pulling her closers, deeper into you. “Fuck baby…I should get you mad all the time” she chuckled against your neck. You moaned in response, tears running down your cheeks, strands of hair sticking to your forehead. “I’m close .. fuck, I’m close” your voice was low and quiet, but just enough for your girlfriend to hear. “Yea? You gonna cum all over me? Huh baby” her pace went at an inhumane speed, fucking into you as if you weren’t even there, only focused on pleasure itself. Sinking her teeth into your neck as she came inside you, still pumping into you for your release. You finally came mixing her fluids with yours all over the floor and her pants.

Carrying you to the couch, she laid you down as she fixed herself. Grabbing a few tissues and whining her pants and the floor. You laid there half conscious, chest rising and falling as your mouth hung open. “C’mon baby, the place is about the close in like twenty minutes” she fixed your dress, whipping the sweat off your forehead with her hand, leaving a kiss behind. You sat up and checked your phone before getting up to leave. Your friends texted, saying they left and wished they could have said goodbye. “We would have said bye but, yk ur a freak” yunjin texted. You smiled. Your friends always teased you for any and everything. Taking your girlfriends hand, you stepped out of the room and into the dark hallway. You met the guy again, handing him the key. “You two had fun” he raised a brow at you two with a small smirk on his lips. Your girlfriend giggled as she walked away with you to the door. Leading you to your side of the car, she opened the door for you, waiting till you got seated and buckled she closed the door. You checked yourself out in the mirror as she made her way to the driver’s side. She got in and immediately started the car, buckling herself in she put a hand on your thigh. Rubbing circles on you with her thumb, also giving you small squeezes.

The drive home was going to be long, with gave you an idea. As the ride felt like it went on forever, you finally were hit by a red light. You smiled to yourself, glancing over to your frustrated girlfriend as she rubbed her nose bridge. “You okay, baby?” you questioned innocently as your hand slowly grazed over her pants. She nodded, eyes closed with her head in her hand. You unbuttoned her pants swiftly, unzipping them in a slow, teasing motion. You rubbed against her clothed cock, slowly, playing and squeezing her tip a little. Her legs twitched at the contact, biting the inside of her cheek. You pulled her boxers down slowly, her cock sprung out, hard and red. Stroking her heated body part slowly, she felt hot in your grasp. Each stroke you rubbed circles on her tip once you reached the top, causing her to jolt a little. “You know how risky this is baby” she spoke in between groans, biting her lip. You hummed, leaning over to her lap taking all of her in your throat. She gasped, her mouth hung open as she gripped the steering wheel tighter. Her hand went to grab a handful of your hair, moving your head up and down on her to a pace she liked. Causing you to gag on her length, you coated her base with spit that dripped from your mouth to your chin. You free hand went to massage her thigh, as you worked on her tip, licking and teasing it with your tongue. She forced your head to take her deeper, holding your hair tighter causing you to wince at the sting. “Baby we’re almost home…” She spoke in one short breath, her hips were thrusting into your mouth, somehow, she kept the car steady, safety first guys. You took all of her in the back of your throat, chocking a bit you went back to sucking her full length. Bobbing your head up and down faster using your other hand to stroke her at the same time. With a few more movements she came deep in your throat, pushing your head all the way down her length. You gagged, tears forming in your eyes as you swallowed it all. Finally sitting up, she parked the car, turning to face you. “We should do that more often” she spoke with a smile, kissing you on the lips. Fixing her pants she unlocked the car, doing her usual escorting her passenger princess out of her seat.

She picked you up bridal style, placing kisses all over your face. “Let’s go back tomorrow?” You asked, looking her in the eyes. She smiled and nodded her head, “Oh definitely”.

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Was bullied and beaten into posting this (jk) not.

[dearjiwon]

FOCUS ──── yu jimin.

── .✦ (🥥) late-night practice was supposed to help you clear your head. but when karina walks in without a word and locks the door behind her, you realize she didn’t come to watch—she came to touch. and now she’s not stopping until you lose focus.

.ᐟ ݁ pairing: dom!idol!karina x sub!idol!reader

.ᐟ ݁ warnings: fingering, mirror sex, nipple play, orgasm denial, semi-public setting, slight degradation, hair pulling, slight thigh riding

.ᐟ ݁ word count: 2.4k

the studio had fallen quiet long ago. the kind of look quiet that blankets everything — soft, low, and humming with the aftertaste of sound. it was late, later than you meant to stay, and the building had emptied little by little over the last hour.

footsteps down hallways, echoes of laughter, the gentle thud of doors closing — all of it had faded. you were the only one left.

you moved through the routine again, muscles aching, sweat clinging to your skin like silk. the overhead fluorescents had been turned off, replaced by the dim ambient lights tucked along the ceiling, casting warm gold across the walls.

it softened everything — the mirror, the shadows, the shape of your body as it turned, dipped, stretched. it made the space feel intimate. private. not just a room, but a refuge.

you weren’t even sure why you stayed behind. the choreography had been drilled into your bones since last week, but something about tonight felt different.

your body still buzzed with the residual energy of rehearsal, of wanting to get it right, of needing to feel it in a way you hadn’t been able to during practice.

and so you kept moving, not for the sake of perfection, but for the quiet rush of being alone — of performing only for yourself, stripped of pressure, unobserved.

except you weren’t.

karina had slipped into the room unnoticed, as silent as a breath, barely a shadow against the hallway light before the door eased shut behind her.

she didn’t announce herself. didn’t speak. didn’t even let her footsteps reach you. she only stood just inside the room, letting her eyes adjust to the low lighting, and settled into a slow, observant silence.

her gaze held you — locked, unblinking, drinking in every movement with a stillness that was almost predatory.

you didn’t notice, too immersed in your own rhythm to feel the weight of her attention. and yet, there was something in the air that shifted.

it wrapped around you like heat, invisible and creeping, making your skin buzz with something just short of awareness.

she watched the way your body curved with each movement, the subtle flex of your stomach when you exhaled, the way your shirt clung to the small of your back, damp and rising slightly with each sharp twist of your hips.

she noticed how your shorts had ridden up, barely clinging to the edge of modesty. and how your sweat shimmered against your neck, collected at your collarbones.

it wasn’t the routine that had her this quiet. it was the way you danced like you didn’t know you were being watched. the way your face softened, lips parted, lashes low, the kind of unguarded expression that performers only wore when no one else was around.

she lingered in that moment like it was art — your body a living painting, one she wasn’t supposed to touch. not yet.

when she finally moved, it wasn’t to say anything. it was to act. slow, deliberate. her fingers curled around the lock and turned it until it clicked into place, quiet but absolute. the sound was nothing more than a whisper under the hum of the lights. but you didn’t flinch.

her approach was soundless, precise. each step closed the distance between you in careful silence, like she was stalking a moment instead of a person.

the heat radiating off your body was the first thing she felt as she got close — the smell of clean sweat, the faint perfume of your skin, the rhythmic rise and fall of your breath as you continued, unaware.

her chest hovered just behind your back. her hand hovered inches above your waist.

to which she touched you with calculated precision. her hands settled on your sides with the confidence of someone who had imagined this exact moment a hundred times over.

her grip wasn’t tentative or testing — it was final. claiming. one palm spread across your lower stomach, pressing you gently but firmly back into her body, while the other slid upward beneath your tank top, finding your heated skin.

you froze at the first contact, body jerking slightly, breath catching in your throat. but she didn’t flinch.

her lips were on your neck before you could even turn your head. open-mouthed and slow, her tongue tasted the salt on your skin before her teeth followed—grazing the delicate line where your shoulder met your throat.

her mouth moved like she’d been starved for you, but her hands remained steady, mapping the terrain of your stomach, your ribs, the slow curve of your sides as she lifted your shirt inch by inch.

you inhaled shakily, eyes flickering to the mirror in front of you, and the reflection nearly knocked the wind out of you.

her. behind you. dark eyes half-lidded, jaw tight, arms wrapped around your frame like she was sculpting you from the inside out. her expression was unreadable,

but her body gave her away — the tension in her shoulders, the way her chest rose and fell against your back, the way her fingers trembled just slightly when they brushed over the curve of your bra.

your shirt came off slowly, tugged upward with expert care. her knuckles dragged along your spine as she peeled the fabric over your head, revealing you inch by inch to the low light and her hungry gaze.

she didn’t pause to admire — not yet. she simply dropped the shirt somewhere behind her, hands returning immediately to your waist, thumbs brushing under the band of your bra like she was testing whether you were ready to fall apart.

and you were.

her fingers curled under the fabric and eased it up, not frantic, not rushed — just slow and sure. each movement was deliberate, as if she wanted you to feel every inch of her skin against yours.

your breath stuttered when her hands cupped your breasts from behind, the heat of her palms seeping into your skin, thumbs dragging over your nipples with just enough pressure to make your stomach tighten.

your eyes fluttered shut, only to open again a moment later when you caught the sound of your own breath fogging the mirror. you looked at yourself, and what you saw made your cheeks burn — flushed skin, eyes already glassy, lips parted as your chest rose and fell against her touch.

karina pressed herself closer. her thigh nudged between your legs, a firm line of muscle you couldn’t help but grind against once. then again. the pressure made you whimper softly, and she felt it — the sound, the way your hips twitched. her lips found your shoulder, tongue tasting sweat before she spoke against your skin, voice a quiet, low hum.

“you’re already so worked up.”

her tone was calm, almost amused. but underneath it was hunger. restraint. the kind that made your pulse flutter.

she let you keep rolling your hips against her thigh, her hands still palming your breasts, teasing each nipple until they stiffened completely. when your rhythm started to stutter — hips searching for more friction than her leg could give — she shifted.

her right hand slid down from your chest, slow and smooth, dragging along your stomach until it reached the band of your shorts. she slipped inside without hesitation, her fingers brushing the damp heat between your thighs.

“fuck,” she breathed, soft and barely there. “you’re soaked.”

your body jolted at the contact. the first touch was featherlight, the backs of her fingers gliding over your folds —

just enough to tease, not enough to satisfy. her touch was confident, practiced, like she knew exactly what you needed and was going to take her time giving it.

then she pressed her fingers flat against your clit, and your breath hitched sharply.

she didn’t move quickly. her circles were slow, lazy, perfectly controlled. your hips rocked down into her hand, chasing the friction, and she chuckled quietly against your neck, her free arm curling around your waist again to hold you steady.

“keep watching,” she murmured. “i want you to see what you look like when i touch you.”

and god — you did. you had to. your reflection was the filthiest thing you’d ever seen: chest rising and falling, nipples peaked from her earlier attention, your face flushed and slack with pleasure as you ground your pussy into her palm.

she dipped her fingers lower. two of them slipped between your folds, slick with arousal, and then one pushed inside — slow, all the way to the knuckle. you gasped, grabbing at the mirror for balance as your walls clenched around her.

your forehead hit the mirror, your legs shaking already. her finger began to move, curling gently inside you with every stroke. then the second finger joined, stretching you open, fucking you deeper, harder. her other hand returned to your clit, resuming those sinful little circles that had your thighs trembling.

“that’s it,” she cooed, her mouth right against your ear. “just let me take care of you. don’t think. just feel.”

and you did. your body melted into her hands, back arching, hips grinding down into the friction she gave you. her fingers were soaked — every pump into your pussy pulling a wet sound from between your legs that made your face burn hotter.

“you hear that?” she asked, fingers thrusting faster now. “listen to how wet you are for me.”

you whimpered. it was all you could do. every nerve in your body was lit up, your hips twitching in frantic little jerks as her fingers worked inside you, dragging slick and hot and relentless, pushing you closer with each pulse of pressure. your body didn’t just want to cum—it ached for it. thighs trembling, stomach tightening, jaw hanging loose as your moans caught in your throat.

you could feel it—the orgasm clawing up your spine, tightening your muscles, cresting, burning bright in your core. it was there, right there, and you pushed your hips back into her hand, chasing it like instinct.

but her fingers… slowed. just enough. just subtle.

still inside you, still moving—but the tempo shifted. her thrusts shallowed. her palm lifted off your clit. she didn’t stop—no, that would’ve been merciful. she changed the way she fucked you. denied you with control.

“no,” she murmured, voice smooth against your neck, low and final. “not like that.”

you choked on a sound—something like a sob, something like a plea. your body kept trying to move, to finish what she’d started, but she held you in place.

her free arm locked around your waist, her other hand still inside you but moving slower now, stroking deeper, more deliberately.

you were twitching. squirming. your clit throbbed, untouched and aching. your pussy clenched around her fingers with every slow pull and push, sucking her in deeper like your body was begging for friction she refused to give.

“you’re close, aren’t you?” she whispered, almost condescending. “too fast. you don’t get to cum like that. not yet.”

you nodded, shaking, desperate. “karina—please—”

her hand moved lower again, fingers slipping out with a lewd sound, coated in your slick. she let them drag against your folds, featherlight, brushing your clit just once and watching you jolt against the mirror. her mouth was at your shoulder now, breathing steady, calm. completely unaffected while you shook for her.

then—her tone changed.

“you want to cum?” she murmured. “then take it like i want you to.”

and suddenly, everything changed.

she fucked her fingers back into you—deep, fast, filthy. her pace was unforgiving this time, like she was making up for every second she’d held back.

her other hand pressed flat against your lower stomach, holding you steady, pushing down to keep the pressure tight inside.

her fingers curled up, right there, right into that soft, spongy place that made your knees buckle. your hands slapped the mirror again, your breath fogging the glass as you gasped, choked, whimpered out her name.

and then she added pressure.

her palm ground into your clit now—hard, perfect. not teasing, not circling. just firm, unrelenting pressure that made your hips snap forward, your thighs shaking as your whole body tried to fight what was coming.

you were moaning now—loud, desperate, the kind of sound that wasn’t even words anymore. your body trembled, sweat dripping down the backs of your knees, your hair sticking to your temples, chest heaving.

she kept going. her fingers thrust faster, deeper, curling just right as her palm rocked into your clit with every movement.

you couldn’t even speak anymore. couldn’t beg. couldn’t breathe.

she kissed your shoulder again, sweet and mocking, and whispered, “there you go. now you can come.”

and you did. your body exploded. your orgasm hit with no warning, no build-up left—it had been building. and now it was everything.

your muscles locked, your back arched so hard it hurt, your thighs clamped tight around her hand as your pussy clenched and gushed around her fingers.

you screamed. sharp. hoarse. your vision went white, your body convulsing like she’d pulled the orgasm straight out of your soul.

her fingers never stopped. they kept going, stroking you through the crash, milking every wave until your legs collapsed beneath you.

she caught you.

one arm held you up, the other still buried in your cunt, now wet and twitching and spent, your thighs slick with your own cum.

your head fell back against her shoulder, mouth open, drool slicking your chin, your eyes unfocused. your chest heaved.

and karina just smiled—soft, smug, her breath hot against your cheek.

your body sagged against the mirror, too drained to hold yourself up. your breath came in shallow, uneven pulls, lips parted as you tried to gather yourself—tried to remember what it felt like to not be unraveling.

her hand slid from your waist to your back, tracing gentle lines over your spine as if she could soothe the trembling away.

she didn’t say anything at first. just let the silence sit between you, heavy and humid, like the echo of what had just happened still clung to the walls.

then, softly, her mouth brushed your temple.

“next time,” she murmured, “i want you to keep your eyes on the mirror the whole time.”

her thumb tilted your chin up, breath tickling your jaw as her voice dipped lower, firmer—

“and focus.”

[suyanova]

Could I request a college AU with g!p!nerd! Karina please? She helps you pass your final exam by tutoring you and as a reward you give her her first blowjob(in the library). Thank you!🙏

AFTER HOURS ──── yu jimin.

𝜗𝜚 ┈ (🐽) academics were never your strength—but karina’s always been good. when she offers to tutor you after hours, it starts with textbooks and quiet explanations. but beneath the surface, something begins to stir, but now you’re on your knees in the library.

✦ ݁ pairing: dom!gp!nerd!karina x sub!reader

✦ ݁ warnings: g!p karina, dom!karina, sub!reader, blowjob, virgin karina, praise kink, deepthroating, facefucking, semi-public risk

✦ ݁ word count: 3.2k

you weren’t sure how you made it to the bathroom. one second you were sitting in that suffocating classroom, fluorescent lights humming above, the low murmur of papers being handed back filling your ears, and the next, you were gripping the edge of the sink like it could hold you together.

the mirror in front of you reflected a version of yourself you didn’t recognize—eyes too wide, chest rising and falling too fast, fingers trembling around a crumpled sheet of paper that felt heavier than anything you’d ever held.

the mirror didn’t soften the blow. it showed you exactly what you were: flushed cheeks, lashes sticky with unshed tears, lips pressed tight like they were holding something back. you still hadn’t looked at it. the test was clutched in your hand, edges curled slightly from your grip, and yet your eyes hadn’t dared to meet the mark at the top.

but then you unfolded the paper. and it was right there. D-

your breath hitched. it was so quiet in the bathroom that the sound of the paper trembling in your hands felt deafening.

you read the score again. then again. and again. your fingers curled around the edges like you could crush it into something smaller, less real. your stomach twisted.

you had tried. you had actually tried this time. all the late nights, the review videos you didn’t understand but watched anyway, the scribbled flashcards you kept dropping in your bag—it was supposed to matter. it was supposed to work.

but now all you could do was stand there in silence, the fluorescent lights humming above you and the sinking feeling that nothing was ever going to be enough crawling up your spine.

a tear slipped down your cheek and you didn’t bother to wipe it. you heard the bathroom door creak open before you could finish the thought. your entire body stilled. someone was in here.

you shrunk further into yourself, hoping they’d just wash their hands and leave. but the steps didn’t head for the sink. they paused. right in front of you.

“you okay?”

the voice was soft. familiar.

karina.

you stared down at the floor, blinking hard, jaw clenched. her presence made the air feel warmer—thicker somehow. not uncomfortable, just… too much.

you nodded, barely. it wasn’t convincing.

there was a beat of silence. then a rustle. she sat down next to you, back against the same cold wall, knees drawn up slightly, hands resting on her skirt.

you finally glanced at her. her eyes flicked toward the paper in your hands. she didn’t ask to see it. she didn’t need to.

“mr. hwang’s test?” she murmured. her voice wasn’t pitying.

you gave a small nod. your eyes pacing around the room, avoiding her gaze as her eyes were fixed on you.

“he’s a dick,” she said plainly. “you’re not the only one who bombed that.” the corners of your mouth twitched as she said that, but it wasn’t enough to be a smile.

karina didn’t press. she didn’t try to offer a cliché or brush it off. she just sat there beside you like she belonged there. like you didn’t need to explain yourself.

but your grip on the paper loosened slightly.

after a long moment, she spoke again. “i could help you study for the next one. if you want.”

your head turned before you could think. she wasn’t looking at you—her gaze was fixed ahead, calm and focused. not embarrassed. not joking.

you blinked. “why?”

karina shrugged a little. “because you care. and that’s more than most people do.”

—

the first session was quiet. she had already picked the spot—back corner of the library, pressed against a wall of windows, where the light filtered through the blinds and painted delicate lines across the table. when you arrived, she was already seated.

her books were stacked neatly, pens organized by color, a spare sheet of lined paper already waiting across from her with your name written at the top in small, careful letters.

you sat down without saying much. you didn’t know what to say. the humiliation from earlier in the week still sat heavy in your chest, coiled like something alive.

but karina didn’t bring it up. she didn’t ask why you didn’t understand the material or what your last test score was. she just looked at you with soft eyes and uncapped her pen.

“okay,” she said gently. “let’s start from the top.”

the way she explained things was nothing like your teachers. she spoke slowly, but not in a condescending way.

she asked you questions in between, like she was checking to see how your brain worked, not testing you. she didn’t sigh when you stumbled over a concept, didn’t roll her eyes when you forgot something she’d just said.

she had a way of making you feel like you weren’t failing.

you couldn’t stop staring at her hands. they were always moving—underlining, pointing, brushing across pages as she flipped through the textbook. her fingers were long, nails short and neat, stained faintly with ink. sometimes, she’d reach across the table to guide your pencil or tap lightly on a word she wanted you to focus on. every time she touched your hand, even for a second, your skin burned.

you started to anticipate it.

after a while, the sessions became routine. every other day, same time, same corner of the library. you started dressing better. not obvious at first—just a smaller shirt here, a shorter skirt there. you swapped your hoodie for a tight zip-up once, pulling it low when you leaned forward to reach her notes.

you didn’t even mean to do it. or maybe you did. maybe part of you wanted to see if she’d look.

and she did, just once, but you caught her immediately and noticed how her eyes dipped for a second too long before snapping back up to your face.

her expression didn’t change, but the tips of her ears flushed a soft pink. and that was the moment you knew, you could affect her, and after that, everything shifted.

you stopped trying to hide how close you sat beside her. you started brushing your leg against hers under the table, just to see if she’d move. she never did.

you dropped your pencil just so she’d bend to pick it up. she always did. you leaned in more, spoke softer, acted like you couldn’t read your own notes unless she pointed right at them for you. it wasn’t subtle. it also wasn’t working fast enough.

“wait, i don’t get it,” you said, even though you did.

“can you explain it again? i wasn’t listening.”

“ugh, this is boring.”

every time, she blinked slowly. her patience thinned by the second, but she never snapped. the most she did was narrow her eyes and sigh, pressing her pen a little harder against the page than usual.

“you’re not even trying,” she said flatly.

you blinked up at her, wide-eyed. “i am. i just learn better when you’re, like… strict with me.”

her mouth parted slightly. no words came out. you watched the flush crawl up her neck, slow and uncertain, like she didn’t know what to do with that information.

you turned back to your notebook, trying not to smile, biting the insides of your cheeks while pressing your legs together, pretending to write something on your book.

—

the days blurred together like that. she brought highlighters and worksheets and little diagrams she’d made on her own time. you brought a mini skirt and a lip gloss you reapplied every time she looked away.

it became a game. you wondered how long it would take before she broke. before she stopped pretending she didn’t see what you were doing. but still—she showed up.

she praised you when you answered right, gently corrected you when you were wrong. she sat next to you instead of across, her shoulder brushing yours as she wrote in the margins of your notebook.

sometimes, you let your head drop onto the table, complaining about how “your brain didn’t work,” just to feel her hand settle between your shoulder blades in a quiet, grounding way that made your breath catch.

you started living for those moments. the ones where she wasn’t just your tutor, but something else. something warmer. softer.

something that made your hands shake a little when you packed up your things.

but even through all this, you knew you were getting better—your notes looked cleaner, your answers came faster—but none of that mattered as much as the look in her eyes when she saw you actually trying. like you weren’t a lost cause. like she was proud of you.

and for the first time in a long time, you felt like you might not be failing everything.

—

after countless weeks of tutoring from karina, the day finally came. the day where you would take the exam that determined whether your efforts were all worth it, or not.

the moment the paper hit your desk, time slowed. the rustle of pages, the teacher’s footsteps, the faint hum of the lights above—it all blurred into a background drone, like the world had dipped underwater.

your fingers hovered above the page, too scared to touch it, too desperate not to. your heart felt like it was caught in your throat. one breath. then another. and then you flipped it over.

B+.

your brain short-circuited. you read it again. then again. the number didn’t change. your name was still printed at the top. your answers, your handwriting.

the same questions you had doubted yourself on—correct. checked. marked with faint approval. it didn’t make sense. it didn’t feel real. and yet the weight in your chest cracked open, like something had been holding you underwater and finally let go.

you didn’t even realize you were standing until you felt your desk shift back against your thighs. you didn’t even say goodbye.

your legs carried you down the hallway like you were being pulled, breath shallow, fingers gripping the paper like it might vanish if you let go. it was happening. this was real. and the only person you wanted to see was her.

karina was already there waiting, tapping her fingers on her hips impatiently.

she was leaning against the lockers like she hadn’t just changed your entire world. her phone in hand, hair half-up, cardigan sleeves pushed past her elbows. she looked soft in the morning light, like something out of a dream you hadn’t let yourself have.

your body moved before your brain could catch up. you crossed the hallway, heart pounding so hard it echoed in your ears, and before you could think better of it—before you could remind yourself how dangerous this feeling was—you threw your arms around her.

she startled. her phone dipped slightly in her hand. her body tensed against yours for half a second, rigid and unsure.

but then her arms came up—hesitant, slow, and then firm—and wrapped around your back. you pressed yourself tighter against her chest, burying your face into the crook of her neck like it was the only place you could finally exhale.

“i passed,” you breathed, voice cracking. “karina… i got a B+.”

her breath caught. her grip on you tightened slightly. she didn’t speak right away, but you could feel the tension in her body shift. the warmth of her chest against yours. the steady rhythm of her heart, just fast enough to match yours.

and god—you felt everything. the way your body softened into hers. the way your fingers curled into the fabric of her cardigan. how you could feel her breathing now, chest rising and falling against yours, slow and shallow.

but then—something else, it was a shift. subtle, but unmistakable.

your hips were pressed to hers, closer than you’d intended, closer than you ever thought you’d be. and for a second, you didn’t register it. but then your body did. and you froze.

there was pressure, firm and low, pressed right up against your hipbone.

your lips parted slightly, breath catching in your throat as your heart slammed against your ribs. it wasn’t an accident. it wasn’t a fold in the fabric or a trick of your mind. it was her. and she was hard.

you didn’t move, didn’t pull away—because you couldn’t.

your body was too busy processing the heat that rushed to your face, the flush crawling up your neck, the slow, creeping realization that made your knees feel unsteady. she was trying not to move. she was trying not to react. but her body already had.

you blinked, slowly, cheek still pressed to her shoulder. you could feel her fingers tighten slightly on your back, then go still. like she knew. like she was holding her breath too.

you tilted your head just enough to glance up at her. her face was red. her eyes unfocused, like she wasn’t sure where to look. her mouth opened, then closed again.

you didn’t say anything. not yet. because you were still reeling, from the grade, from the hug, from the undeniable, truth now pulsing between you. her body was reacting to you, because of you, and something hot curled low in your stomach.

you could have pulled away. could’ve laughed it off. could’ve ended it there.

but instead, you reached down. slowly. carefully. fingers brushing her hand until they tangled with yours.

but she didn’t stop you.

you leaned up, close enough to feel her breath against your skin, close enough to let her see the look in your eyes, and without a word, you took her hand and pulled her with you.

—

you didn’t plan to end up on your knees in the back of the library, but the moment her hips jolted beneath your hand, you knew there was no turning back.

the hallway had been quiet, but this place—hidden between forgotten shelves and dusty archives—was nearly sacred in its stillness. karina followed you with hesitant steps, her fingers brushing yours like she was afraid to grip too tightly.

her breaths were shallow, almost shivering as she leaned back against the wall, her eyes wide and unsure, cheeks already flushed pink. you could tell she didn’t know what to expect—her first time, her first everything—but the way her chest rose and fell told you exactly what she needed.

you kissed her to ground her, slow and deep, your fingers holding her waist steady as you pressed your body close. she kissed back, soft and clumsy, her lips parting like a question.

you gave her the answer by trailing your hand down her stomach, slipping past the waistband of her uniform pants. the moment your fingers brushed over the stiff heat beneath the fabric, she gasped so suddenly it broke the kiss.

“wait—” she whispered, already breathless, “i… i’ve never—” her voice cracked like it didn’t know how to finish the sentence.

you just smiled, steady and calm, and leaned in to kiss the corner of her mouth. “i know,” you whispered. “let me show you.”

you dropped to your knees, and the air in her chest seemed to leave her all at once. her hands fumbled for balance as you pulled her pants down, revealing her cock—thick and flushed and twitching, already dripping at the tip. her jaw dropped.

“fuck,” she breathed, barely above a whisper, like the sight of your mouth at her waist was too much to process.

you wrapped your fingers around her slowly, watching the way her body tensed under your touch. “you’re so hard,” you said, running your thumb over the wet head, spreading it down the shaft. “how long have you been like this for me, hmm?”

karina’s head tipped back against the bookshelf. “since… the second you hugged me,” she admitted, voice cracking in the middle.

you smiled, satisfied, and leaned forward to press a kiss to her tip. she whimpered, one hand flying to her mouth.

“don’t hide from me,” you murmured, lips brushing her skin, “i wanna hear everything.”

you licked a stripe along the underside of her cock, slow and firm, and she nearly sobbed.

“oh my god,” she whispered, her knees already trembling.

you wrapped your lips around the tip and sucked lightly, tongue swirling around the ridge, and she lost it—hand gripping the shelf behind her, hips twitching like she didn’t mean to.

“please,” she said, barely audible, “please don’t stop.”

you took her deeper, inch by inch, until your throat stretched around her and her legs buckled from the pressure.

“holy fuck,” she gasped, breath caught in her chest, eyes fluttering shut as your mouth began to move.

you set a rhythm—slow at first, then deeper, faster, your spit trailing down her shaft as you sucked her like you’d done it a hundred times.

your hand stroked what you couldn’t take, and every time your nose brushed her skin, she let out a high, desperate moan that made your thighs clench from how wrecked she sounded.

“feels so good,” she moaned, voice breaking, “i’ve never… i didn’t know it could feel like this.”

you pulled off just long enough to murmur, “you’re doing so well, baby. look at you.”

and then you took her back in, deeper this time, watching her unravel for you.

her hands found your hair, not pulling, just holding on, like you were the only thing tethering her to the ground. you felt her body stiffen. her cock throbbed in your mouth, her hips beginning to jerk uncontrollably.

“i’m—i think i’m gonna—” she gasped, but the words cut off into a cry as you sucked harder, swallowing around her, tongue dragging along the underside.

and the second you heard it—the break in her voice, the warning in her breath—you went in like you were starving. you gripped her thighs tighter, forcing her still as you bobbed your head faster, deeper, your throat tightening around her as you let her fuck into your mouth just enough to push her over the edge.

your tongue moved in frantic strokes beneath the head, lips sealed wet and tight around her, taking everything she gave you with a hunger that made her sob.

her hand was in your hair, useless, trembling, her knees nearly buckling with every slick, filthy sound echoing in the narrow aisle. you wanted her undone. you wanted her to break for you—so you gave her no mercy, just pressure and heat and the relentless drag of your mouth around her cock like it was the only thing that existed.

then, before you knew hot, messy spurts filled your mouth as her body convulsed without a warning, her legs trembling so violently you had to hold her steady by the hips. she was moaning—loud, broken, breathless—trying to apologize and beg and say your name all at once.

you swallowed every drop, and let her ride her orgasm out on your tongue. and only when her grip on the shelf went slack did you pull away, licking your lips with slow, teasing satisfaction.

karina looked down at you like she’d just seen the end of the world. “you—what just happened?” she whispered, her cheeks flushed in a deep red, her eyes glassy and dazed.

you stood up slowly, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, and leaned in until your breath tickled the shell of her ear.

“told you i’d ruin you,” you whispered, lips curling into a grin, “that’s what happens when you stay with me… after hours.”

[melanchoire]

hi! can i request a top student karina who helps y/n to get a good grades and became obsessed with her (friendly rivalry plot 🤩). y/n realized she couldn't survive school without her and starts doing what karina wants (to please her 💗), that eventually lead to her bedroom.. can you also add up that the y/n loves boobs like yk she would beg karina to let her suck her and please also add that karina is into face sitting mwehehe.

this seems a lot sorry... THANK YOU ANYWAY!!

i missed writing for rina so much 💔 anyway i still have a couple of aespa stuff in my drafts (aeri stans get ready 🎇🎉🎊)

cw: cunnilingus, face–sitting, thigh riding, titsucking.

karina being a senior at your school who becomes your tutor due to your less than ideal grades 💔 having to meet her every school day at the library starts to make you realize that slacking off in class and taking lazy and messy notes for the sake of joking around and talking with your friends was a very bad idea

you knew something about her, not too much, but you had seen her a couple of times in the school hallways or among the crowds of people at school events. you thought she would be a bit stuck up like some of the other girls in her class given the looks they tend to give younger students, but she wasn’t completely giving off that vibe, and you could tell when she looked up from her phone upon entering the library and dropped the straw of her milkshake from between her lips. “oh hey! you made it. i thought you weren’t coming.” and she approaches you smiling, greeting you with a kiss on the cheek and maintaining a charismatic and friendly attitude

“it’s good to see you here. your teacher told me about your low grades and asked me to help you study and prepare for the upcoming exams so you can pass her subject. i hope you’re okay with that." but you can’t pay much attention to her words because your eyes are on her because she is so much more beautiful up close 😵‍💫 this was definitely the motivation you needed to finally pay attention to your studies

her sharp and pronounced features, the way her silky hair waves gracefully when she walks and a small breeze hits her face, how her uniform accentuates her body, the slight movement of her hips and her confidence when she walks makes you stare at her like an idiot every time you see her. karina even greets you when she sees you in the hallways, no matter if you are with your friends or she is with her group, when she passes by you, she gives you a small nod and a smile, but if she sees you from afar, it’s a wink and a wave of her hand 🫠 you don’t know how she would react if she knew that sometimes you wander around the school on purpose just to find her or memorizing the route she takes to her classroom or during break time

but karina is just as obsessed as you are! of course she notices the look that your eyes have when you see her, but she always maintains a relaxed attitude, holding back a smirk as she sees how you think you’re being subtle with your gaze when it’s traveling all over her body…

and thanks to karina’s help you manage to go from being the lazy student who is always talking in class to the student who participates in class and does all their homework so they can use the extra class time to complete some other assignment in another subject or study for the exams they got

little by little, the study dates begin to become more… intimate. karina always used to sit next to you while she explained the exercises, placing the notebook between the two of you and looking at you every time she explained a new concept to make sure you were following her lead and understood what he was talking about. now, she was more… closer. continuing to sit next to you but much closer to you, her chest practically at your side and always remembering to make sure to press her breasts against your shoulder, enjoying when you turn your face to the side to look at her as she explains, getting nervous about having her face so close to yours and noticing how your gaze falls directly to her lips

a hand resting on your knee as she explains the formulas and different ways to solve an equation, climbing dangerously up your thigh until it reaches under your skirt. “now we will do a little practice. i’ve already written the results of the equations. you just have to do the math, and if you get the same result as me, it means it’s correct.” as if she wasn’t currently caressing your clit through your panties with her fingertips 🥰 “if you do this well, we can stop studying here and do something more… fun.” and you’ve never been so motivated to do a task before!

karina pushing your panties aside so her fingers could caress your folds… you were thankful that there was no one in the library at this hour, because otherwise, you wouldn’t be having this! or that’s what you think, because if it were up to karina, she would fuck you on the table even with the library full of people 😊

and when you finally finish completing the exercises, you think that she will give you what you want so much, but no! she focuses on correcting the exercises you solved, taking all her time and taking extra time to provoke you ☹️

but a promise is a promise, so karina drags you to her bedroom!

although karina won’t give it to you easily 😣 making you kneel in front of her and beg her to touch you, but not before confessing how much you want to fuck her for a long time and tell her all the twisted ideas that are in that silly little head of yours :( karina enjoys being mean because it’s very easy to break you and make you act like a dumb

making you sit on her lap and ride her thigh while she lets you play with her tits 😵‍💫 pushing your face into her chest with a grip on your hair, grinning as you watch as the more you suck on her tits the more desperate your hips move against her thigh

“so that was it... do you always put effort into your studies when it comes to me because you want to fuck me, (y/n)? all you do is think about me playing with this body when you study?”

“riding my thigh like a dog humping a leg… you're pathetic, (y/n).”

letting karina ride your face because it’s your way of thanking her for helping you improve your grades and be a better student 🫶🏻 she loves to see your vulnerable expression and your eyes looking at her from between her thighs, enjoying it more when you whine against her pussy as she pushes her hips harder against your face just to tease you 🥴 and she is so sweet that she also allows you to touch yourself while you devour her, letting you sneak a hand under your skirt and play with your throbbing clit while she uses you for her own pleasure