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wtf bro, 1000 notes 😭😭

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(ᴋᴀʀɪɴᴀ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

rq: yes

Pairing: Knight! G!P! Karina x princess! fem reader

Note/warnings: multiple s*x scenes, swearing, this is all fiction gang, riding Next

“Y/N,” he begins, his tone one of authority. “Next week Wednesday is an important night, not just for our kingdom, but for you personally.”

You nod, trying to keep your expression composed. “Yes, Father.”

He walks over to you, placing a hand on your shoulder. His grip is firm, a reminder of the expectations that have always been placed on you. “Mark’s family is powerful, their influence extends across many lands. A strong alliance with them would benefit our kingdom greatly. It’s time you start thinking about your future… about marriage.”

The words hit you like a blow to the chest, but you force yourself to remain calm, nodding in agreement. “I understand, Father.”

He studies you for a moment, his gaze softening slightly. “I know this isn’t easy for you, Y/N. But as a princess, your duty to the kingdom must come first. Tonight, you must show Mark’s family that you’re ready to take on that responsibility.”

You swallow hard, your throat tightening as you suppress the emotions threatening to break free. “I will do my best, Father.”

He gives you a small, approving nod before turning back to the window. “Good. Now, go prepare yourself for the ball. Remember, the future of our kingdom rests on your shoulders.”

With a final bow, you leave his chambers, your composure intact until you’re out of sight. The moment you reach your own room, however, the dam breaks. You collapse onto your bed, tears streaming down your face as the weight of your father’s words crashes over you.

It’s not just the thought of marriage that tears at your heart—it’s the knowledge that you could never be with the one person you truly love. The unfairness of it all feels suffocating, as though you’re trapped in a cage with no escape.

The door to your chambers opens quietly, and you look up to see Karina standing there. Her expression shifts from concern to heartbreak when she sees you crying. She rushes to your side, kneeling beside you as she gently takes your hands in hers.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” she asks softly, her voice filled with worry. “What happened?”

You can barely speak through your sobs, but the words tumble out in a broken whisper. “It’s so unfair, Karina. My father… he wants me to marry Mark. He says it’s my duty to the kingdom, but… but what about us? Why can’t we be together?”

Karina’s jaw clenches, and you can see the anger flicker in her eyes. She pulls you into her arms, holding you tightly as if she can shield you from the pain of reality. “You’ll always have me, Y/N. I’ll be by your side, no matter what. And if it comes to it, I’ll run away with you. We can leave this place, start a new life where no one can tell us what we can or cannot be.”

You pull back slightly, looking into her eyes, searching for any hint of hesitation. “You would do that for me?” you ask, your voice trembling.

Her eyes blaze with fierce determination as she cups your face in her hands. “I would do anything for you. I’d even get rid of anyone who stands in our way… even your father if it meant keeping you safe and happy.”

Your breath catches in your throat at her words, a surge of emotion overwhelming you. The world around you falls away, and all that matters is Karina—her love, her devotion, the way she makes you feel safe and cherished. Without thinking, you crash your lips against hers, the kiss filled with desperation and raw need.

Karina responds immediately, her arms wrapping around you as she deepens the kiss. You can feel the intensity in the way she holds you, as if she never wants to let go. Her hands begin to roam, pulling you closer until there’s no space left between your bodies.

You break the kiss, panting as you look at her with a mix of longing and urgency. “Karina… I need you. Please…”

She doesn’t need to be told twice. In a blur of motion, she lifts you into her arms, carrying you over to the bed. She lays you down gently, her eyes dark with desire as she hovers over you. The sight of her above you, her hair falling like a curtain around your face, sends a shiver of anticipation through you.

“Are you sure?” she asks, her voice husky, though you can see the tenderness in her eyes.

You nod, your hands trembling as they reach for her. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

With that, she kisses you again, her lips moving down your neck as her hands begin to undo the delicate ties of your gown. The fabric slips away, exposing your skin to the cool air and Karina’s burning touch. Her fingers trace over your curves, leaving a trail of fire in their wake as she explores every inch of you.

Your breaths become ragged as her hands move lower, teasing and caressing, until you’re a trembling mess beneath her. The composed princess, who stood so poised before her father, is gone. All that remains is a woman lost in the throes of passion, unable to hold back the moans and gasps that escape her lips.

“Karina… please…” you plead, your voice barely a whisper as you arch into her touch.

She doesn’t make you wait any longer. Her hand slips between your thighs, and you cry out at the sensation, your body reacting instantly to her touch. She watches you, her eyes filled with a mix of love and desire, as she brings you to the edge of ecstasy.

You can barely think, your mind clouded with pleasure as she continues to work her magic. Words fall from your lips, broken and breathless as you cling to her, your nails digging into her shoulders. “Karina… I… I’m…”

“Let go,” she murmurs against your skin, her voice soothing as she pushes you over the edge. “I’ve got you, Y/N. I’ll always have you.”

With a final cry, you shatter, your body trembling as waves of pleasure crash over you. Karina holds you through it, her touch never wavering as she guides you back down, her lips pressing gentle kisses to your flushed skin.

When it’s over, you collapse against her, your heart racing as you try to catch your breath. Karina pulls you close, her arms wrapping around you protectively as she whispers soothing words in your ear.

“You’re mine,” she whispers, her voice full of conviction. “And I’ll never let anyone take you from me.”

You smile weakly, feeling safe and cherished in her embrace. “And I’m yours,” you murmur, your voice filled with emotion. “Always”

——

The sun is beginning to set, casting a warm glow through the tall windows of your chambers. You stand before a large mirror, admiring the way your gown shimmers like stardust. The intricate embroidery catches the light, making you look like a vision of royalty. You smile softly at your reflection, but the flutter in your stomach isn’t just from the anticipation of the grand ball—it’s from the woman standing just behind you, her presence as electrifying as ever.

Karina, your ever-loyal knight, is supposed to be helping you get ready, but her touch lingers far longer than necessary, her hands wandering over the soft fabric of your dress and the bare skin of your shoulders. Her fingers trace delicate patterns on your back, her breath warm against your neck as she leans in close.

“You look stunning,” she murmurs, her voice thick with desire. “But you know, I could just as easily take this gown off you as I put it on.”

You feel a shiver run down your spine at her words, and you bite your lip, trying to maintain your composure. “Karina,” you whisper, your voice trembling with both excitement and a hint of warning. “We don’t have time for this… the ball—”

“Let them wait,” she interrupts, her hands sliding around your waist, pulling you back against her. “You know how much I hate sharing you with them.”

You laugh softly, though it quickly turns into a quiet gasp as she presses a kiss to the nape of your neck, her lips lingering there. “Karina, please,” you try to protest, but your resolve is already weakening under her touch.

She turns you around to face her, her eyes dark with longing as they meet yours. “Do you know how hard it is to keep my hands off you?” she asks, her voice low and husky. “To watch you parade around in front of all those nobles, pretending you belong to the kingdom when you’re mine?”

The possessiveness in her tone sends a thrill through you, and you can’t help the way your body responds to her, leaning into her touch. “I belong to you,” you whisper, your hands coming up to rest on her chest. “But we must be careful. If anyone finds out…”

She silences you with a deep, searing kiss, her hands sliding up to cup your face. The kiss is filled with a mix of frustration and need, her lips demanding as they move against yours. You melt into her, the worries about the ball and the court slipping away, replaced by the sheer intensity of her kiss.

When she finally pulls back, you’re both breathless, her forehead resting against yours. “I’ll never let anyone take you from me,” she vows, her voice rough with emotion. “You’re mine, Y/N. Only mine.”

Your heart swells at her words, and you nod, your hands tightening on her arms. “And I’m yours,” you reply, your voice soft but firm. “Now and always.”

She kisses you again, more gently this time, before reluctantly pulling away. “We should go,” she says, though the reluctance is clear in her voice. “Before I decide to keep you all to myself.”

You laugh softly, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. “You always know how to make me want to stay,” you tease, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek before stepping back.

Karina watches as you turn back to the mirror, her eyes never leaving you as you finish preparing. She helps you with the final touches, her fingers brushing against yours as she adjusts your necklace, her gaze filled with both love and longing.

“Are you ready, my princess?” she asks, her voice a soft whisper in your ear.

You nod, turning to face her once more. “As long as you’re by my side.”

She smiles, a rare, tender smile that makes your heart skip a beat.

——

The grand ballroom buzzes with life, the music resonating through the space as the elite of the kingdom whirl about in their finest attire. You, Princess Y/N, are the center of attention, as always. Tonight, you're dressed in a gown that shimmers like stardust, catching the light with every graceful movement you make. You smile and nod politely at the courtiers and nobles who bow as you pass, though your heart is elsewhere—focused on the one person who truly matters to you.

From across the room, you feel Karina's eyes on you. Your knight, ever vigilant, stands close to the shadows, her gaze never straying far from you. She’s always been your protector, your confidante, and now, your secret love. The bond you share is a hidden treasure, known only to the two of you, kept safe from the prying eyes of the court.

As you continue to circulate through the room, your attention is suddenly drawn to Prince Mark, who approaches with an easy confidence. His charm is well-known, and the look in his eyes tells you that tonight, his interest is solely on you.

“Your Highness,” he says with a smooth bow, his eyes gleaming as they meet yours. “Would you do me the honor of a dance?”

You hesitate for a brief moment, your thoughts flickering to Karina. But you know that you must accept; refusing him in front of the court could raise unnecessary questions. With a composed smile, you place your hand in his. “Of course, Your Grace.”

As the two of you begin to dance, Mark pulls you slightly closer, his grip firm but still within the bounds of propriety. The two of you move together effortlessly, and for those watching, you’re the perfect picture of royalty. Yet, there’s an unease in the pit of your stomach, a feeling that only grows as Mark’s gaze lingers on you longer than it should.

“Princess,” he murmurs, his voice low enough that only you can hear, “you are even more beautiful up close than I imagined. It’s no wonder everyone speaks so highly of you.”

You offer a polite smile, keeping your expression neutral. “You flatter me, Your Grace.”

You nod, allowing him to lead you onto the dance floor. As you move together to the rhythm of the music, he watches you closely, his gaze intent. “You must have suitors from every corner of the kingdom, vying for your hand,” he begins, his voice low and intimate. “But I wonder, has anyone truly captured your heart?”

His question pulls at something deep inside you, and you can’t help but laugh softly, the sound tinged with the memory of the night before—a memory that flashes vividly in your mind.

---

It was late, the palace silent, the moonlight casting a soft glow through the curtains of your chambers. Karina, your loyal knight and secret lover, had entered your room with a look that sent a shiver down your spine. She closed the door behind her, sealing off the world outside, leaving only the two of you in the quiet intimacy of the night.

Without a word, she crossed the room, her eyes locked onto yours. You tried to maintain your composure, the grace and poise expected of a princess, but it all began to slip away the moment Karina reached you. She cupped your face in her hands, her touch gentle yet commanding, and leaned in to press her lips against yours in a kiss that was both tender and full of unspoken desire.

“Y/N,” she murmured against your lips, her voice a husky whisper that sent a thrill down your spine. “You drive me mad, you know that?”

You smiled against her mouth, your heart pounding in your chest. “And what do you plan to do about it, Karina?”

Her answer was to deepen the kiss, her hands moving to the laces of your gown, deftly untying them. “I’m going to make you mine,” she whispered, her breath hot against your ear. “I’m going to make you forget everything but me.”

You shivered at her words, a quiet moan escaping your lips as she pushed the gown from your shoulders, letting it pool at your feet. The cool air of the room brushed against your bare skin, but all you could focus on was Karina—her touch, her scent, the way she looked at you like you were the only thing that mattered in the world.

“Karina,” you breathed, your hands finding their way to the hem of her tunic, tugging it over her head. “I need you.”

She groaned softly, the sound vibrating against your skin as she kissed a path down your neck. “You’ll have me, Y/N,” she promised, her voice thick with need. “But first, I want to hear you say it. I want to hear you say that you’re mine.”

You gasped as her hands roamed over your body, her fingers brushing over sensitive spots that made you arch into her touch. “I’m yours,” you whispered, your voice trembling with anticipation. “I’m yours, Karina.”

She smiled against your skin, a wicked smile that made your pulse race. “That’s what I like to hear,” she murmured, her lips trailing down your collarbone, over the curve of your breast. Her hands gripped your hips, guiding you back until you were lying on the bed, her body hovering over yours.

“Tell me how much you want this,” she said, her voice low and commanding as she teased you with light touches, her fingers brushing over your thighs.

“I want this more than anything,” you moaned, your back arching as she continued to tease you, the ache between your legs growing with every passing second. “Please, Karina, don’t make me wait.”

She chuckled softly, a sound full of dark promise. “Oh, my princess, I won’t make you wait long,” she said, positioning herself between your legs. “But I need you to know that I’m the only one who can make you feel like this. Do you understand?”

You nodded frantically, your hands gripping the sheets as she finally entered you, a cry of pure pleasure escaping your lips. The sensation was overwhelming, her rhythm steady and deep, each thrust driving you closer to the edge.

“Karina,” you gasped, your voice breaking as she moved inside you, the pleasure building with each thrust. “Oh, gods, Karina—”

“Louder,” she demanded, her voice rough with desire as she quickened her pace, her hands tightening on your hips. “I want to hear you scream my name, Y/N.”

And you did. The pleasure was too intense, too overwhelming to hold back. You screamed her name as she brought you to your peak, your body trembling beneath hers as the waves of pleasure crashed over you, leaving you breathless and spent.

---

Back in the ballroom, Prince Mark’s words pull you back to the present, a soft, knowing smile tugging at your lips as you laugh lightly, your mind still lingering on the memory of Karina and the way she had completely unraveled you just hours ago.

The question catches you off guard, and for a split second, your mind flashes to Karina—her steady gaze, the way she always seems to understand you without a word. You quickly compose yourself, offering a practiced response. “As a princess, my duties to the kingdom come first, Prince Mark. Matters of the heart are secondary.”

Mark’s smile widens, but there’s a calculating edge to it. “Perhaps,” he says, leaning in just a fraction closer, “but even the most dutiful princess deserves someone who understands her, who can stand by her side through all challenges. I could be that person, Y/N.”

His use of your name, without the formal title, feels too intimate, too presumptuous. You maintain your composure, though inside, you can feel your frustration building. “Your Grace, you are kind to offer such sentiments, but I believe you overestimate your familiarity with me.”

Mark chuckles softly, undeterred by your cool response. “Perhaps, but I would very much like to change that. I see in you a strength, a wisdom that surpasses others of your rank. Together, we could do great things.”

The dance continues, but your thoughts are no longer on the music or the steps. You’re acutely aware of Karina, standing just out of sight, undoubtedly watching this interaction with a heavy heart. You glance briefly in her direction, catching her silhouette in the corner of your eye. The tension in her posture is unmistakable—she’s holding herself back, maintaining her knightly duty, but you know she’s struggling to keep her emotions in check.

As the music draws to a close, Mark tightens his grip on your hand slightly, as if he doesn’t want to let you go just yet. “Think about what I’ve said, Princess,” he says quietly, his tone sincere. “You deserve someone who sees you for who you truly are.”

You nod politely, withdrawing your hand as the dance ends. “I appreciate your words, Your Grace. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must attend to my other guests.”

Before Mark can respond, Karina appears at your side, her presence a reassuring balm to your frayed nerves. She bows slightly, her voice calm but with an edge of urgency. “Your Highness, may I have a word?”

You nod, grateful for the interruption. As you walk away from the crowded ballroom, you feel Karina’s hand brush against yours—a brief, hidden touch that sends warmth through your entire being. Once you’re alone in a secluded corridor, Karina turns to you, her eyes searching yours.

“Are you alright?” she asks, her voice filled with concern.

You nod, though the encounter with Mark has left you unsettled. “I’m fine, Karina. But he was… persistent.”

Karina’s jaw tightens, and you can see the storm brewing behind her usually composed exterior. “I don’t like the way he looks at you,” she admits, her voice low and filled with barely-contained jealousy. “He doesn’t know you like I do, and I won’t let him think he can have you.”

You reach out, gently placing your hand on her cheek. “And he won’t,” you assure her softly, leaning in until your lips meet hers in a tender, stolen kiss. “You’re the one I choose, Karina. Always.”

Karina’s breath catches, her eyes darkening with a mix of desire and possessiveness as your words sink in. She tightens her grip on your waist, pulling you closer until your bodies are flush against each other.

“Then show me,” she whispers, her voice rough with emotion, as if daring you to prove your devotion.

Your heart skips a beat at her command, the intensity in her gaze sending a shiver down your spine. Without another word, you quickly glance around to ensure no one is watching, then take her hand and lead her down the dimly lit corridor. Your steps are hurried, the anticipation and need driving you forward until you find a door to a private room—one that you know will offer the seclusion you both crave.

You push the door open, pulling Karina inside before shutting it behind you. The moment the door clicks shut, Karina is on you, her lips crashing against yours in a kiss that’s both demanding and filled with raw passion. You respond with equal fervor, your hands tangling in her hair as you press your body against hers, needing to feel every inch of her.

She backs you up against the bed, her hands roaming over your curves, teasing the sensitive skin beneath your dress. You moan into her mouth as she grips your hips, lifting you slightly before laying you down on the bed. She hovers over you, her eyes devouring the sight of you laid out beneath her, your dress slipping off your shoulders to reveal more of your skin.

“You’re so beautiful,” she murmurs, her voice filled with reverence as she dips her head to kiss along your neck. Her lips and teeth work in tandem, leaving a trail of marks that you know will be hidden by your gown later, but for now, they’re a claim—her claim—on you.

“Karina…” you gasp, your body arching into her touch as she works your dress down further, exposing your breasts to her hungry gaze. “Please… I need you.”

She growls low in her throat, one hand sliding down your body, pushing up the fabric of your skirts until her fingers find the slick heat between your thighs. “I’m yours, Y/N. Only yours,” she whispers before claiming your lips again, her fingers slipping inside you with ease, making you cry out.

The way she touches you, with both tenderness and urgency, sets your nerves on fire. You grip her shoulders, your hips bucking against her hand as she works you over, her thumb rubbing against your clit in a way that has you seeing stars. But you need more—so much more.

“Karina,” you pant, your voice breathless as you pull her closer. “I want you inside me. Please… I need to feel you.”

She doesn’t hesitate. With a quick, deft motion, she undoes her belt and frees herself, her thick, throbbing cock springing to life. The sight of it sends a fresh wave of heat through your body, and you can’t help but reach out, your fingers wrapping around her shaft, feeling the way it twitches in your hand. She groans at your touch, her eyes nearly rolling back in her head as you stroke her a few times.

“Y/N…” she breathes, her voice strained with desire. “I need you.”

You release her, your hands shaking with anticipation as you pull her down to you, positioning her between your thighs. She lines herself up with your entrance, and you both let out a shared moan as she slowly pushes inside, stretching you in the most delicious way. Your back arches off the bed, your nails digging into her shoulders as she fills you completely.

“Oh god, Karina…” you whimper, your head falling back against the pillows as you feel her cock bulging in your stomach, the veins rubbing exquisitely against your inner walls.

She stills for a moment, allowing you both to adjust to the sensation. Her eyes are locked on yours, filled with a love so deep it nearly takes your breath away. “You’re so good to me,” she murmurs, her hands caressing your sides as she starts to move, her thrusts slow and deliberate. “How did I ever deserve you?”

Your heart swells at her words, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as you meet her thrusts, the pleasure building with each movement. “Karina… you’re perfect. I’m the one who’s lucky… so lucky…”

She kisses you again, her movements becoming more urgent, more frantic as the need to claim you, to make you hers, overwhelms her. You can feel every inch of her inside you, the way her cock drags against your walls, the way she seems to hit that perfect spot with every thrust. It’s overwhelming, the pleasure bordering on pain as she takes you higher and higher, until you’re both teetering on the edge.

“Karina… I’m close…” you gasp, your hands gripping her arms as you feel the coil in your belly tightening, ready to snap.

“Me too,” she groans, her hips slamming into yours as she chases her release. “I’m going to fill you up, Y/N… make you mine…”

“You’re so perfect,” Karina breathes, her voice rough with emotion as she begins to move in earnest. Her hips rock against yours, creating a rhythm that has you gasping and moaning with every thrust. “I want to fill you up with my babies, Y/N. I want you to feel me inside you, to know that you’re mine in every way.”

The words hit you like a wave, and you can barely process them through the haze of pleasure. The thought of Karina’s claim on you, her desire to leave a mark, sends shivers through your body, making your pleasure even more intense.

“Karina… please,” you moan, your hands clutching her shoulders as you try to keep your composure. “I… I want it.”

“That’s it,” she murmurs, her breath hot against your ear as she leans in closer. “Take it all, Y/N. I want to see you filled with my cum, to know that you’re carrying a part of me with you.”

Her words are almost too much to bear, adding an extra layer of urgency to her thrusts. You’re so lost in the pleasure that the thought of what she’s saying only intensifies the feeling. You moan loudly, your hips bucking against her as your climax draws near.

Karina’s thrusts become more frantic, her cock driving deeper, hitting all the right spots inside you. She reaches down, her hand finding your clit, rubbing it in tight circles to push you closer to the edge. “Come for me, Y/N,” she commands, her voice a low growl. “I want to feel you come around me, to know that you’re mine completely.”

The combination of her cock filling you and her fingers working magic on your clit sends you spiraling over the edge. You cry out, your body convulsing as your orgasm crashes through you. You can’t think, can barely breathe as the pleasure overwhelms you. “Karina… I’m c-coming…”

“Good girl,” she murmurs, her voice filled with pride and desire as she fucks you through your climax. She speeds up her thrusts, her cock pulsing inside you as she chases her own release. “I’m going to fill you up, Y/N. You’re going to be so full of me, you won’t be able to forget who owns you.”

The force of her words pushes you even further, your orgasm extending as she continues to pound into you, filling you with her cum. You can feel her release filling you, the warmth spreading through your core as she moans and groans, her thrusts becoming erratic as she reaches her peak.

Karina finally stills, her cock twitching inside you as she spills her seed, the heat and pressure almost overwhelming. She collapses beside you, pulling you close as you both try to catch your breath. The room is filled with the sound of your heavy breathing and the faint echoes of your shared pleasure.

“You’re mine,” Karina whispers, her voice a mix of satisfaction and tenderness as she wraps her arms around you. “All mine.”

“And I’m yours,” you reply, your voice filled with a contented sigh as you snuggle into her embrace. “

Her words send you over the edge, your orgasm crashing through you like a tidal wave. You scream her name, your body trembling as the pleasure consumes you, your inner walls clamping down around her cock.

The sensation is too much for Karina. With a guttural moan, she thrusts deep inside you one final time, her cock pulsing as she spills her hot seed into you, filling you to the brim. The warmth spreads through you, and you can feel her cum seeping out around her cock, coating your thighs in a sticky mess.

———

The moment is brief, but it’s enough to reaffirm what you both know in your hearts. You pull back just as the sound of footsteps echoes down the hallway. With a shared look of understanding, you both step back into your roles—princess and knight, lovers hidden in plain sight.

“Tonight, we play our parts,” you say quietly, giving her one last lingering look before you return to the ballroom. “But never forget, it’s you who holds my heart.”

As you rejoin the festivities, Karina watches from the sidelines, her protective gaze never leaving you. And while the world may see you as a princess without a suitor, you both know the truth—a love that runs deeper than duty, hidden beneath the moonlight.

The grand ballroom is alive with laughter and the soft strains of music, guests swirling around in their finest attire. You move through the crowd, your thoughts occupied with the evening's complex dynamics and your secret affair with Karina.

After your quiet, intimate moment with Karina in the hallway, you return to the ballroom, your heart lightened by her presence and the secret you both share.

You exchange fleeting glances with Karina, whose eyes remain steadfast and watchful from the sidelines.

Just as you're about to engage in conversation with a group of nobles, Mark approaches you again. This time, his demeanor is more earnest, and he catches your hand gently, guiding you to a quieter side of the room.

“Y/N,” he says, his voice carrying a note of earnest sincerity. “I have something important to ask you.”

You look up at him, sensing the gravity of the moment. “What is it, Your Grace?”

Mark’s gaze is steady and filled with emotion. He reaches into his pocket and produces a small, elegant box. With a deep breath, he opens it to reveal a sparkling engagement ring. “Princess Y/N, I know that our time together has been short, but in it, I have seen the depth of your heart and the strength of your character. I cannot imagine my future without you by my side.”

He drops to one knee, his eyes locked on yours. “Will you marry me?”

The room seems to freeze around you. Mark’s proposal hangs in the air, the weight of his words heavy and poignant. The unexpectedness of the moment leaves you breathless, a thousand thoughts racing through your mind.

As you open your mouth to respond, a soft touch on your arm makes you turn. Karina’s presence, though discreet, is unmistakable. Her eyes, filled with a mix of pain and determination, meet yours across the room.

Mark’s gaze is unwavering, waiting for your answer, while Karina’s look speaks volumes—a silent plea, a promise of unspoken love.

Oh fuck.

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baelabong · 9 months ago

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ʏᴜɴᴊɪɴ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇᴛ, ᴄʜᴀᴇᴡᴏɴ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ - ᴀʟᴛ ᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ 1

plot: yunjin cheat, chaewon come to rescue

notes: guys its such a mish having to post on tumblr, would you guys still support if i posted on wattpad instead cuz 😭😭 having to organise and layer it out is so ughhh

it’s been a week since that night, and things haven’t gotten better. in fact, they’ve only gotten worse. yunjin has been more distant, her late nights and vague excuses becoming a routine. you feel like you’re walking on eggshells, trying not to push her away any further, even though she’s the one who’s pulling away.

you sit on the edge of the bed, staring at your phone, waiting for yunjin to text back. your thumb hovers over her name, debating whether or not to call her again. but you already know how it’ll go. she won’t answer, and later she’ll say she was “busy” or “didn’t hear it.”

you hear the front door creak open, and your heart sinks. the familiar scent of alcohol fills the air before you even see her. yunjin stumbles into the room, barely sparing you a glance as she kicks off her shoes.

“where were you?” you ask, trying to keep your voice steady, but it cracks, betraying how tired you are of asking the same question, getting the same hollow answers.

she scoffs, tossing her jacket on the floor. “out. why do you always need to know where i am?”

“because you never tell me,” you say softly, watching her as she collapses onto the bed next to you, reeking of something that isn’t just alcohol. it’s like her very presence weighs heavy on your chest.

yunjin rolls her eyes, grabbing your wrist. “you’re overreacting again, like always.” her grip tightens just slightly, enough to make you uncomfortable. “why can’t you just trust me?”

“i do trust you,” you whisper, though even you aren’t sure if that’s true anymore. “but you keep disappearing, and you don’t—”

“stop.” she cuts you off, her voice sharp and impatient. “you’re being paranoid. i told you i love you, didn’t i? that’s enough.”

but it’s not. it’s not enough, and you know it. the worst part is, you’re not sure when it stopped being enough, but it did.

she pulls you down onto the bed with her, her arm wrapping around you in a way that should be comforting but feels more like a trap. you lie there stiffly, her breath hot against the back of your neck, and you wonder when it all started feeling so wrong.

the next morning, you’re drained, physically and emotionally. yunjin left early, like she always does, without saying a word. as you sit in the quiet apartment, your phone buzzes on the table.

chaewon: hey, are you free today? thought maybe we could grab coffee?

you hesitate for a moment before replying. it’s been a while since you’ve seen her—since you’ve seen anyone, really. yunjin has this way of isolating you, of making you feel like you don’t need anyone else.

but you need to get out. you need air.

you: yeah, i’d like that.

———————

chaewon has been there, picking up the pieces where yunjin left them scattered. she’s gentle in a way that makes your heart ache, always knowing when to check in without overwhelming you. the two of you have been spending more time together, and as much as you try not to think about it, there’s something warm in the way she looks at you—something that makes you feel like maybe you deserve better than the chaos that yunjin left behind.

but yunjin doesn’t like to be replaced. she doesn’t like to lose.

the café is quiet, the soft hum of conversation filling the air as you and chaewon sit across from each other. she’s laughing at something you said, her hand resting casually on the table, fingers just inches from yours. you find yourself glancing at them, wondering what it would feel like if you just reached out.

“you’ve got that look on your face again,” chaewon teases, and you can’t help but smile back, the tension in your chest loosening for the first time in days.

before you can respond, the door chimes behind you, and your heart drops before you even turn around. you don’t need to look to know it’s yunjin. you can feel her presence, the tension in the air thickening immediately.

chaewon stops mid-sentence, her eyes flicking toward the entrance. you glance over your shoulder, and your heart drops.

yunjin is standing by the door, her face unreadable, but the air around her feels thick with something dangerous. her eyes narrow slightly as she locks onto the sight of you and chaewon, fingers still loosely intertwined on the table.

“y/n,” yunjin says, her voice sharp as she walks over, ignoring the people watching the sudden tension. she looks down at your hands, still linked with chaewon’s, and her jaw clenches. “what the hell is this?”

chaewon immediately pulls her hand away, but she doesn’t flinch or back down. her gaze stays steady, even though you can see her fingers twitching slightly, like she’s ready to defend you if it comes to that.

“it’s not what you think,” you say, trying to keep your voice calm, but the way yunjin’s looking at you makes your stomach twist with anxiety.

“oh, it looks exactly like what i think,” yunjin spits, her eyes flicking between you and chaewon. her tone is venomous, dripping with jealousy and anger. “so this is where you’ve been, huh? running to her the second i’m not around?”

you feel your throat tighten, the words stuck there. the worst part is you don’t even know if she’s wrong. you did run to chaewon—but only because yunjin kept pushing you away, breaking you down with every cold night and every dismissive word. but none of that matters right now. all that matters is the look on yunjin’s face, a storm brewing behind her eyes.

“yunjin, you don’t understand,” chaewon says, her voice calm but firm. she stands up, stepping in front of you slightly, like she’s trying to shield you from yunjin’s wrath. “this isn’t about that. y/n just needed someone to talk to.”

yunjin lets out a bitter laugh, crossing her arms over her chest. “talk? that’s what you call it? looks more like you’ve been waiting for this chance.” her eyes are locked on chaewon now, the anger in her voice barely contained. “you’ve always been hanging around, haven’t you?”

“yunjin, this isn’t—” chaewon starts, but yunjin cuts her off with a bitter laugh.

“don’t even start, chaewon. i’ve seen the way you look at her. you think you’re so much better, don’t you? waiting for me to screw up so you can swoop in and play the hero?” yunjin’s words are dripping with venom, and her eyes are wild with jealousy and anger.

chaewon’s jaw tightens, but she keeps her voice calm. “it’s not about that. y/n just needed someone, and i was there.”

“oh, you were there?” yunjin scoffs, leaning in closer, her eyes narrowing. “how convenient for you. but you know what, chaewon? you don’t know her like i do. you don’t know what she needs.”

chaewon doesn’t flinch, meeting yunjin’s glare head-on. “and you do? because from where i’m standing, all you’ve done is hurt her.”

you feel the tension between them like a live wire, sparking and crackling in the air. it’s suffocating, and the worst part is, you know this isn’t just about you anymore. this is about control, about possession. about who gets to have you.

“don’t act like you’re so innocent,” yunjin snaps, turning her attention back to you, her eyes filled with something ugly, something twisted. “you think i don’t see what you’re doing? playing the victim, acting like i’m the bad guy? but you’re the one who can’t make up your mind, always looking for someone to blame.”

the words hit you like a slap, and you feel your chest tighten with that familiar anxiety. yunjin always knows where to strike, always knows how to twist the knife just right.

“you’ve been pulling this shit for months,” she continues, her voice rising. “first it’s me, then it’s her, and then it’ll be someone else. because that’s what you do, isn’t it? you can’t handle being alone, so you keep running to whoever’s available.”

“that’s not true,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper, but even as you say it, part of you wonders if maybe yunjin’s right. maybe you have been running from one person to the next, trying to fill the emptiness that’s been growing inside you.

chaewon stands, her expression hardening as she steps between you and yunjin, her presence a shield. “she doesn’t deserve this, yunjin.”

“oh, so now you’re her knight in shining armor?” yunjin sneers, stepping closer. “you think you’re gonna save her from me? you think you’re better for her?”

chaewon doesn’t back down, her voice low and steady. “i think she deserves someone who doesn’t tear her down every chance they get.”

yunjin’s lips curl into a twisted smile, and she tilts her head, looking between the two of you with cold, calculating eyes. “you think she’s gonna choose you? you really think she’ll stick around once she realizes you’re just as fucked up as i am?”

chaewon’s expression falters for a second, and yunjin sees it. she presses forward, her voice lowering to a dangerous whisper. “she needs me. she always has. and you… you’re just a distraction.”

“yunjin, stop,” you finally find your voice, standing up, your heart racing as you step out from behind chaewon. “this isn’t about choosing between you and chaewon. this is about you. about how you’ve been treating me. i’m tired of feeling like i have to tiptoe around you all the time, tired of never knowing when you’re going to snap at me.”

yunjin’s eyes darken, her fists clenching at her sides. “so what? you’re done with me now? you think you’re gonna be happy with her?” she gestures toward chaewon, who’s watching the exchange with guarded eyes.

you don’t know what to say. part of you wants to scream that yes, you’re done, that you’re sick of the way yunjin makes you feel like you’re never enough. but another part of you… another part of you isn’t ready to let go. not yet.

and yunjin knows it.

“you can’t leave me,” she says, her voice shaking just enough to make you pause. “you won’t.”

chaewon steps forward, her hand brushing yours again, a silent offer of support. but you feel trapped, caught between the two of them, and no matter which way you turn, someone is going to get hurt.

“y/n, you don’t have to keep doing this,” chaewon says softly, her voice pulling you out of the spiral of thoughts. “you deserve better.”

“don’t listen to her,” yunjin’s voice cuts in, sharp and desperate. “she doesn’t know you like i do. we can fix this. we can fix us.”

your heart feels like it’s being pulled in two different directions, and for a moment, you wish you could just disappear. because no matter what you say, no matter what you choose, it’s going to break someone.

you bolted out of the café, the suffocating tension inside unbearable as everything hit you at once—yunjin’s indifference, her lies, and chaewon’s gaze on you, so full of unspoken words. the rain hit your skin in cold, stinging drops, but it felt better than the air inside, heavy with the weight of what just happened. you didn’t know where you were going, you just needed to breathe. needed to be away from it all.

you barely made it a few steps down the street before you heard the door swing open behind you. footsteps pounded against the wet pavement, frantic and uneven, and when you turned, there she was.

chaewon.

“y/n! please—wait!”

her voice cracked as she called after you, her feet slipping slightly on the slick ground as she rushed toward you, her hair already plastered to her face from the rain. she looked like a mess, her face red, her breath coming out in gasps. she was soaked within seconds, but she didn’t care. her eyes were fixed on you, wide and desperate, like you were slipping away from her too fast.

“please,” she cried, her voice shaking. “please don’t leave me. i—i can’t… i can’t lose you like this.”

you stopped, your heart twisting painfully at the sight of her. chaewon stumbled closer, her hand reaching out like she was afraid you’d disappear if she didn’t grab hold of you right then. her eyes were wild, full of panic, full of something more—something that had been there all along, but you’d been too wrapped up in yunjin to notice.

“chaewon…” you murmured, barely able to get the words out. seeing her like this—so broken, so raw—made it hard to breathe.

she fell to her knees right in front of you, her hands gripping at your legs, shaking as the rain continued to pour. her voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper, but it cut right through the sound of the storm.

“i love you,” she choked out, her head bowing as her body trembled. “i’ve loved you for so long, and i’ve watched yunjin hurt you over and over, and i just—i couldn’t stand it anymore. please, y/n… don’t go back to her. i’ll do anything, anything you want. just… please, let me love you.”

her words hit you like a wave, knocking the breath out of you. chaewon, on her knees in the middle of the street, sobbing and begging for you. the rain wasn’t the only thing soaking her cheeks now—her tears mixed with it, her lips trembling as she struggled to speak through her cries.

“i’m sorry,” chaewon gasped, her voice breaking with each word. “i know i’m not enough, i know you’ve been with her for so long, but i swear… i swear i’d never hurt you like she does. i’d never let you cry yourself to sleep waiting for me. please, y/n…”

your chest tightened, the sight of her making your heart ache in a way you couldn’t ignore. she was everything yunjin wasn’t—soft, open, vulnerable. and here she was, completely falling apart at your feet, just for a chance to love you.

“chaewon…” you whispered, kneeling down in front of her, your hands gently reaching for her arms. she flinched slightly, like she didn’t expect you to touch her, but when she realized it was you, her body slumped forward, collapsing into your arms like she couldn’t hold herself up anymore.

“i’m so sorry,” she cried, her face buried in your shoulder, her hands clutching your shirt as if she were afraid you might push her away. “please, y/n, just let me love you. i’ll be better for you, i promise. i’ll be anything you need.”

you held her, feeling the way her body shook against yours, her sobs tearing through the air. she was taller than you, but right now, she felt so small—so fragile, like she might break apart in your arms. you could feel her heart racing, her breaths coming out in sharp, ragged gasps, and you just wanted to hold her tighter, to make her believe that she wasn’t nothing, that she mattered.

“chaewon, it’s okay,” you whispered, your voice soft as you gently cupped her face, lifting her tear-streaked gaze to meet yours. “i’m here.”

chaewon shook her head, her wet hair sticking to her cheeks as more tears spilled down. “no, you’re not… not really. you’re still with her, and i—i don’t deserve you, but god, i want you. i want to be the one who makes you happy.”

she was rambling, her words broken and jumbled, but you heard the sincerity in every syllable. the pain, the longing. everything she’d been holding back was pouring out now, and it was overwhelming.

you wiped the tears from her cheeks, your thumbs brushing her skin gently. “chaewon, i’m not going back to her,” you whispered, the words feeling heavy on your tongue but freeing at the same time. “i’m done.”

chaewon’s breath hitched, her eyes widening in disbelief, like she couldn’t quite process what you were saying. “you… you’re done with her?”

you nodded, and something in her seemed to break. her face crumpled, and she let out another sob, pulling you into her arms so tightly you could barely breathe. her taller frame enveloped you, her body still shaking, but this time it wasn’t just from the tears—it was from the relief, the hope.

“i’m sorry,” chaewon whispered again, her voice muffled against your skin. “i’m so sorry for being like this, for begging. i just… i couldn’t lose you.”

“you’re not losing me,” you murmured, hugging her back just as tightly, feeling her warmth seep into you despite the cold rain. “i’m right here.”

and for the first time in what felt like forever, it wasn’t a lie. you were here, with her, and somehow, that felt right.

the rain continued to fall, but neither of you moved. chaewon held you close, her tears finally subsiding as she rested her chin on your head, her breathing evening out. her arms stayed wrapped around you, protective, gentle, and for the first time, you allowed yourself to feel safe.

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