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ᯓ .ᐟ ⊹ The Girlfriend Contract

- part one.

ᯓ Pairing: Popular!Karina (Yu Jimin) × Cheerleader!Fem! Reader

ᯓ | When Jimin lies to her mom about being in a serious relationship, the last person she expects to drag into her mess is Y/n–the campus cheerleader she’s spent the last two years arguing with across lecture halls and parties. But now, to keep up appearances over the holidays, they have to fake date through family dinners, long car rides and even in school.

ᯓ Genre: Rivals to fake-dating to lovers, slow burn, college AU, family drama, soft angst, eventual fluff

ᯓ Warning: swearing, argument, a little toxic, family pressure.

ᯓ Content: 7k of words

part one. part two.

Yu Jimin wasn’t in love.

She’d made that clear enough times.

The guy from last week still texted her sometimes — a dumb meme or a photo of his cat — and she hadn’t blocked him, but she hadn’t replied either. Not because he did anything wrong. He just wasn’t what she wanted. No one ever was.

Not that her mom would believe that.

Jimin leaned against the kitchen counter, phone in one hand, a cooling cup of black coffee in the other.

She never understood how her best friend could be so different from her. Where she overthought, Heeseung floated. Nothing seemed to stick to him — not stress, not pressure, not the constant need to prove something. He just existed, unbothered and perfectly content in his own lane.

Sometimes she envied that. Other times, it annoyed the hell out of her.

She scrolled through her texts — mostly her group chat with Heeseung and some old party invites she never answered.

Half a pizza box balanced precariously on a pile of textbooks, a soda can sweated onto the corner of a magazine she never finished reading. The air smelled faintly like old takeout and peppermint gum.

“I swear to god, if Meredith cries one more time…” Heeseung muttered.

Jimin didn’t answer. She was too focused on the vibration of her phone lighting up again. It was her mother

Jimin stared at it for a second.

“You gonna answer that?” Heeseung asked, glancing over.

“She’s just gonna ask when I’m coming home,” Jimin muttered, already standing up. “And why I’m still single. Can’t wait.”

She slipped into her bedroom and closed the door gently behind her, pressing accept as she sank down onto the edge of her bed.

“Hi, Mom.”

Her mom’s voice was warm but clipped. “Jimin-ah. I’ve been calling.”

“I was busy. Sorry."

“Too busy to talk to your mother?” she teased lightly. “Are you still planning to come home on the 23rd?”

“Yeah. I already finished my suitcases."

A pause.

“You know, I don’t like you driving alone. That highway gets dangerous in the winter.”

“I’ll be fine. I’ve done it every time to come home.”

“Just… you know I worry.” Her mom sighed.

Jimin nodded, even though her mom couldn’t see it.

“You don’t have to come alone, you know,” her mom said. “Wonyoung is bringing her girlfriend. They’ve been together almost a year now. Very sweet girl. Thoughtful. Studying medicine.”

Jimin didn’t reply.

“And Giselle’s new boyfriend is coming too, he's American. Apparently he’s learning Korean just for her. Isn’t that romantic?”

Still, silence.

“I just think… maybe it’s time you stopped pretending this doesn’t matter to you.”

Jimin blinked. “What doesn’t?”

“This. Being with someone who cares about you. You’re always so… distant. I know you’re busy with school, but you don’t even talk about anyone.”

“It's nothing to worry about, mom." Jimin said quietly.

Her mom sighed again — soft, but full of meaning. “I just want to see you happy, Jimin. That’s all. Not just smart, not just successful. Happy. With someone who looks at you like you matter.

That was the part that stuck. Jimin sat frozen for a beat too long, the lump forming quietly in her throat.

So she did what she always did when emotions got too close.

She lied.

“I’m not alone,” she said suddenly. “I… I’ve been seeing someone.”

There was a pause on the other end of the line, and for once, her mom sounded surprised.

“Oh? Really?” Excitement was running through her mother voice, she could sense it.

Jimin’s brain stalled. And then, without thinking, she said it.

“It's uh... Y/n."

A pause.

Her mom’s tone changed instantly — from excited to genuine curiosity.

“Y/n? That girl from the cheer team? The one from last summer Giselle's gala? She’s very pretty. I didn’t know you two were close, I thought you hated her."

Jimin forced a breathy laugh. “Yeah. Neither did I.”

“Well, I’m glad,” her mom said gently. “I really am. You could bring her over to Christmas you know!"

Jimin didn’t know what to say. She mumbled something about studying and hung up as soon as she could without seeming suspicious.

She sat in the quiet of her room afterward, staring at the floor.

Y/n?

Out of everyone?

She was so screwed.

-

Heeseung bit back a laugh, but it slipped out anyway — low and sharp. He couldn’t help it. For two years now, it had been tradition: every time Y/n��s name came up, he and Jimin would roll their eyes in sync, trading sarcastic commentary like it was a sport.

She’d complain about Y/N’s perfect routines, and he’d mock her perfect smile. It was a shared hobby at this point — hating on Y/n from the sidelines. So when Jimin stood in the doorway, looking vaguely shell-shocked and muttered, “I told my mom I’m dating her,” Heeseung practically choked on his drink.

“You’re joking,” he said between wheezes. “Tell me you’re joking.”

“I’m not—stop laughing, it’s not funny, Heeseung!” Jimin whined, smacking his shoulder with the back of her hand.

Heeseung doubled over, laughter spilling out now, almost gasping. “No, it’s hilarious. You? Dating Y/n? You’ve literally called her a walking ego devil in a cheer skirt.”

“That was one time,” Jimin muttered, crossing her arms.

“You said she practices her fake angelic smile in the mirror like a villain!"

"Okay, two times.”

Heeseung just shook his head, still grinning. “How the hell are you gonna fake-date someone you can’t even make it through a room with?”

Jimin flopped onto the couch with a groan. “I don’t know. But now my mom thinks we’re soulmates or something.”

“Well, good luck with her."

-

Jimin had been waiting—maybe an hour, maybe two—just outside the gym, tucked under the edge of the overhang by the side door. Rain slid off the roof in steady sheets, cold and relentless, soaking the tips of her shoes.

She’d run out of things to scroll through on her phone half an hour ago. Now all she could do was stare at the wet pavement and rehearse what she’d say.

“Hey, so this is going to sound insane, but I need you to pretend to date me for the sake of my mom’s sanity.”

No. Too direct.

“I told my mom I’m dating you, and now I might need your help not getting disowned.”

Even worse.

She exhaled, breath fogging in the cold. Practice usually ran late — Jimin knew that. She’d walked past the gym enough times to hear music blasting well past dinner. But it was really starting to feel like Y/N wasn’t coming out at all.

Maybe this was stupid. Maybe Y/N would laugh in her face. Or worse — tell the whole squad. Jimin could already picture it: her name and the word desperate flying through the hallways by tomorrow.

Still, she stayed. Because this was the only way. And if she didn’t ask — if she didn’t try — she’d be walking into Busan with a lie and no backup. That wasn’t an option.

The gym door creaked open. Jimin’s breath hitched.

There she was. Hoodie pulled over her cheer uniform, earbuds in, completely oblivious.

Jimin stepped out from under the overhang, heart pounding.

It was now or never.

“Y/n!” Jimin called out, but her voice barely cut through the rain — or the music playing through the girl’s headphones. “Y/n!”

Still nothing.

Frustrated, Jimin jogged forward, slipping slightly on the wet concrete before reaching out and grabbing Y/n’s shoulder. The other girl flinched, startled, twisting around sharply.

Y/n pulled one earbud out, blinking. “What the hell—?”

Jimin let go immediately, a little breathless. “Sorry. I just— I’ve been waiting.”

Y/N looked her up and down, taking in the damp hoodie, the ruined sneakers, the obvious nerves. Her brows lifted slightly. "Are you okay?"

Y/n didn't cared, in fact she was just confused.

“No,” Jimin admitted, voice sharp and awkward. “I mean, yes. Kind of. Can I talk to you? It’s… important.”

Y/N crossed her arms, skeptical but curious. “Did you really wait out here in the rain for me?”

Jimin nodded.

A beat passed.

“This better be good,” Y/n muttered, stepping back under the cover of the overhang. “Talk.”

“I thought we could discuss this in a café, it’s pouring rain and it’s—uh—cold…” Jimin said, her voice trailing off awkwardly as she realized how lame it sounded.

Y/N rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed, but the edge of a smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth. "You’re gonna drag me out of the rain to talk in a café? What’s next? Do I get a flower and a soft jazz playlist too?”

Jimin rubbed the back of her neck, feeling the heat rise to her face. “No, it’s not like that. I just—It’s a lot to explain, okay?”

Y/N sighed but didn’t walk away. “Fine, whatever. Lead the way.”

Jimin exhaled in relief, hoping the warmth of a café would settle her nerves and that somehow, she could make this mess work.

-

“Okay, what the fuck is wrong with you?!” Y/N asked, her voice incredulous as they sat down in the café. She crossed her arms over her chest, still soaking wet but visibly irritated.

“It’s the first name that came to my mind, I swear!” she shot back, desperate to defend herself. “I panicked, okay?”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. “Panic doesn’t usually make you pick someone you can’t stand and that can't stand you either!"

“I know, I know,” Jimin groaned, slumping in her seat. “But it just… happened. I thought I could get away with it. But then she—my mom—asked me to bring you home for Christmas.”

Y/N’s eyes widened slightly, clearly thrown off. “What? Me? You want me to pretend we’re dating and then go home with you for Christmas? Unbelievable."

“Exactly,” Jimin muttered, looking anywhere but at her. “It’s not like I want to ask you, but… she’s really pushing it. And I don’t know what to do anymore.”

Y/N just stared at her, blinking slowly. “You’re asking me to fake-date you in front of your whole family… so your mom won’t be disappointed?”

“Please,” Jimin begged, her voice low. “I can’t go back home without some sort of backup. I can’t just let her think I’m this messed-up failure. You don’t know what she’s like.”

Y/N was quiet for a moment, then leaned back in her chair, still processing. “And what’s in it for me?”

Jimin bit her lip, her eyes flickering up to meet Y/n's. “I’ll do anything. Anything you want. Please.”

Y/n exhaled, a small smirk forming at the corner of her mouth. “Anything? Interesting…”

Jimin’s stomach dropped. “Yeah. I mean it.”

Y/N looked at her for a long, hard beat, and Jimin couldn’t tell if she was about to laugh in her face or agree. Finally, Y/n shrugged.

“Alright. I’ll help you out. But just so you know, I’m not doing this for you. I’m doing it because I broke up with Jeno weeks ago and this will make him furious.”

Jimin let out a relieved breath. “Deal.”

A long pause.

Then Y/n spoke again, casually stirring the straw in her iced drink.

“So… what’s the storyline?” she asked, eyes narrowing just a bit. “What exactly are we supposed to do? Am I supposed to sell Minjeong on the idea that I fell for you in a night?”

Jimin sank further into her seat, visibly cringing. “I mean… yeah. Basically.”

Y/n snorted. “You’re unbelievable.”

“I didn’t say it made sense!” Jimin shot back, flustered. “It was a heat-of-the-moment, life-flashing-before-my-eyes type of decision.”

Y/n leaned in a little, her voice laced with sarcasm. “Right. So what’s our epic love story, then? Did we bond over our mutual hatred for each other? A steamy hallway makeout after cheer competition?”

Jimin blinked. “…Wait, that’s not bad.”

Y/n raised a brow, deadpan. “You are so lucky I’m bored enough to play along." She sighed. "Let's at least make it romantic."

Jimin blinked at her. “Wait… you’re actually taking this seriously?”

“If I’m going to lie to your mom and sit through family dinners between your family members, yeah—might as well make it convincing.” Y/N shrugged, a slight smirk tugging at her lips. “Besides, if I have to pretend to like you, I deserve Oscar-worthy levels of drama.”

Jimin scoffed, but there was the tiniest smile threatening to break through. “Fine. Romance it is.”

Y/n eaned forward, mock-serious. “So? What’s our meet-cute? Something dramatic. I want tension. A little forbidden energy. Give me the enemies to lovers arc.”

Jimin stared at her. “You want me to plot out a fake fanfic?”

“Exactly,” Y/N said with a satisfied nod. “You started this. Now we’re doing it right."

Y/n grinned, resting her chin on her palm as she eyed Jimin across the table.

“Also,” she added, voice almost playful, “I’ve always liked K-dramas with the worst tropes. So please, get creative.”

Jimin narrowed her eyes. “Worst tropes?”

Y/n nodded, unfazed. “Give me a tragic backstory. I want a dramatic rooftop scene. A tension-filled rain fight. Maybe even my jealous ex. I want to suffer.”

Jimin blinked. “You’re unhinged.”

“No,” Y/n said with a mischievous glint in her eye. “I’m committed to the bit.”

Jimin leaned forward, tapping her nails against her coffee cup. “Alright. New story. We met by accident. Late night. Campus convenience store.”

Y/n raised an eyebrow. “Go on.”

“It’s pouring rain,” Jimin said, eyes distant like she was setting a scene in her head. “I was out of ramen. You were there for honey butter chips and cold brew.”

Y/n nodded slowly, already picturing it. “We reach for the same drink?”

“No,” Jimin smirked. “You drop your chips. I step on them. Instant tension.”

“Classic.”

“I apologize, kind of. You roll your eyes, say something smart. I snap back. But we’re both too tired to really argue. So we leave it there.”

Y/n sipped her drink, clearly invested now. “And then?”

“We run into each other again. Couple nights later. Same store. This time it’s late. Like, past midnight late. No one else around. You’re in sweats. I’m in my stupid hoodie. You ask if I always eat instant food this late.”

“And you say?”

"I say, 'Only when I can’t sleep.' And then you pause, just a second too long, and say, 'Same'"

Y/n smiled softly, leaning into the vibe. “So then what, we just keep running into each other?”

Jimin nodded. “Like fate. We never plan it, but somehow, we’re always there around the same time. We start sitting outside together. Talking. Bickering. You offer me your chips. I start bringing an extra drink.”

Y/N tilted her head. “Then something shifts.”

“Exactly,” Jimin said. “It’s three in the morning. We’re sitting on the curb, legs stretched out, talking about family and futures and shit we never tell anyone. You lean your head on my shoulder.”

Y/N blinked. “And that’s when we kiss?”

Jimin grinned. “Almost. But we don’t. Not yet. Just enough tension to make it hurt.”

“Oh, I love this one. It’s giving sad gay indie K-drama energy.”

“Right?” Jimin smirked. “Now we just have to convince my mom we’re emotionally intertwined and have a history that no one else could understand.”

Y/n smiled slowly. “She won’t stand a chance.”

-

The car ride to Busan started off in near silence. Rain tapped lazily against the windshield, and the highway stretched ahead like it was daring them to speak.

Jimin had one hand on the wheel, jaw tense. Y/n sat in the passenger seat, arms crossed, headphones in — but the music was off. She just didn’t want to talk.

Until she did.

“You drive like you’re allergic to speed limits,” Y/n muttered, not even glancing over.

Jimin scoffed. “I’d rather get there fast than be stuck in this car with you for an extra hour.”

“Charming,” Y/n said dryly, turning to look at her. “Remind me again why I agreed to this?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Jimin snapped, “maybe because you begged for a dramatic K-drama moment and I handed you one on a silver platter?”

“Right, because nothing says romance like you glaring at me every time I breathe too loud.”

“I’m driving,” Jimin bit back. “I need to focus.”

“You need to unclench.”

Jimin hit the signal light a little too aggressively and merged lanes. “If you hate this so much, you could’ve said no."

“If I said no, I wouldn’t get to witness you crash and burn in front of your family. That’s worth the ticket.”

They were quiet for a beat. Just the low hum of tires on wet road, the occasional flick of windshield wipers.

Then—

“You always think you’re so much better than everyone,” Jimin muttered, not looking at her.

Y/n blinked, taken off guard. “Excuse me?”

“You walk around like you own every hallway. Like no one can touch you. Even now, sitting in my car, doing me a favor, and still acting like you’re above it all.”

Y/n stared at her. “You don’t know anything about me.”

“Maybe not,” Jimin shot back. “But you make it really easy to hate you.”

Another beat. The silence this time was heavier. Then Y/n laughed — just once. A dry, disbelieving sound.

“Well,” she said, settling back in her seat, “that makes two of us.”

Jimin’s fingers tightened on the wheel.

They didn’t speak for the next twenty minutes.

But their thoughts were loud.

“I don’t pretend anything,” Y/n said sharply, sitting up straighter. “You’re the one lying to your mom.”

“Oh my god,” Jimin muttered, eyes fixed on the road. “Are we really doing this right now?”

“You started it.”

“You agreed to this!”

“Because I thought it would be funny, not—this.” Y/n gestured vaguely, annoyed. “I thought we’d take a few fake couple pics, smile through some awkward dinners, go home. Not—argue like we’re married in your beat-up Hyundai on the highway to hell.”

“It’s a Kia,” Jimin snapped, glaring briefly. “And you made it personal.”

“I made it personal?” Y/N laughed, incredulous. “You’ve been picking fights with me since sophomore year.”

“Because you’re infuriating.”

“Because you take everything as a personal attack!”

They were both breathing hard now, voices raised, heat building fast.

Then—

“You’re exhausting,” Jimin muttered.

“So are you,” Y/n said, quieter this time, not quite looking at her.

A long stretch of silence settled between them again, except now their breathing had slowed, tension simmering instead of boiling.

Outside, the rain picked up. Inside, the heat from the vents started to fog the windows a little.

“…I didn’t mean to pick you,” Jimin said eventually, her voice low. “Your name just came out. I didn’t even think.”

Y/n looked at her out of the corner of her eye. “I know.”

“I guess,” Jimin continued, “if I’m honest, it’s because… you’re always there. Like, in my head. Whether I like it or not.”

Y/n's brows furrowed, confused. “So you hate me but I live rent-free in your mind?”

“Don’t say it like that,” Jimin groaned, but the corner of her mouth tugged upward anyway.

Y/n bit back a smirk, then looked away. “You’re still annoying.”

“You’re worse,” Jimin muttered.

A small pause.

Then Y/n spoke, softer. “Do I look okay?”

Jimin glanced over, confused. “What?”

“For your family,” she said. “Do I look like someone you’d… bring home?”

Jimin blinked at her, eyes flicking from her face to the slight slump of her shoulders.

And despite everything — the tension, the insults, the years of barely tolerating each other — she answered honestly.

“Yeah,” she said quietly. “You do.”

Y/n didn’t say anything after that. But she smiled. Just a little.

And Jimin didn’t admit it, but she saw it in the reflection of the windshield.

That was the first time the silence between them felt almost peaceful.

-

Y/n was stressed.

She told herself she didn’t care — obviously she didn’t care — but the second Jimin put the car in park in front of the house, her chest tightened like it had something to prove.

It was just a stupid lie. A favor. One awkward week with Jimin’s polished Busan family, pretend to hold hands at dinner, maybe smile for a few photo. That was the plan.

So why did her palms feel clammy? Why did her heart jump into her throat the second Jimin looked over at her and said, quietly,

“We’re here.”

The house was bigger than she expected. Not mansion-big, but definitely expensive. Warm yellow lights glowed from the windows, laughter spilled faintly from inside, and the front door was already cracked open like they’d been watching the driveway all evening.

Jimin didn’t move to get out yet. She just sat there, keys still in the ignition, fingers twitching on her lap.

Y/n swallowed hard.

She was used to pretending.

It was her thing, actually.

Hide her true emotions. No one ever saw past it — not her teammates, not her classmates, not the girls she flirted with when she was bored and didn’t feel like going home.

And for the longest time, Y/n liked it that way.

But something about this felt different.

Maybe it was the way the front door swung open and warmth spilled out — real warmth.

Or maybe it was the fact that the second Jimin’s hand brushed against hers at the threshold — not even holding, just a touch — something inside her chest flinched.

Not in fear.

In recognition.

She was good at pretending. Always had been.

They stepped out of the car, the cold evening air biting at Y/n’s exposed skin. Jimin walked around to the trunk, popped it open, and pulled out the suitcases with a grunt. Y/n didn’t move to help—just stood there, arms crossed, watching with her usual unreadable expression.

Jimin rolled her eyes. “Of course.”

“What?” Y/n said, feigning innocence. “You looked like you had it handled.”

Jimin groaned under her breath, dragging the suitcase toward the walkway just as the front door burst open.

“Jimin, sweetie!” a voice called out, full of warmth and sugar and just a pinch of chaos.

A woman rushed out into the night, arms already stretched wide, face glowing. She wrapped Jimin into a hug so tight it made the younger girl lose her grip on one of the bags.

“I missed you!” she said into Jimin’s shoulder, then pulled back to look her over like a mom checking for battle wounds. “Why do you look skinnier? Have you been eating? I told you to stop drinking iced americanos for dinner!”

“Hi, Mom,” Jimin replied, almost shyly. Her smile softened the edges of her usual sarcasm. She bent to pick up the suitcase again.

Then the woman turned to Y/n.

“And you must be Y/n! I'm Taeyeon!"

Y/n froze like a deer in headlights for a second before schooling her features into something charming — the soft smile she used at cheer fundraisers, the kind that got her free coffees and made teachers forgive late assignments.

“That's me” she said, stepping forward and offering a hand, just a beat too stiff.

But Jimin’s mom didn’t shake it — she hugged her.

Y/n’s eyes widened as the woman pulled her in, warm and familiar, like she’d known her for years.

“You’re gorgeous, oh my god,” Jimin’s mom gushed, stepping back and holding her at arm’s length. “And tiny! Jimin always had a thing for tiny girls, didn’t you, honey?”

Jimin choked. “Mom.”

“What?” she grinned, waving it off. “I’m just saying! When she was younger—”

“Okay, inside, now,” Jimin interrupted, grabbing the last suitcase and brushing past them, ears turning red.

Y/n stood there for another second, a little smirk on her lips, before Jimin’s mom looped her arm through hers.

“Come on, dear. You’ll sit next to me at dinner. You’ll tell me everything about how you and Jimin met.”

Y/n glanced ahead, saw the slight panic in Jimin’s shoulders as she disappeared through the doorway.

She smiled.

Oh, this was going to be fun.

As soon as they stepped into the house, warmth wrapped around them — the kind of lived-in, cozy heat that smelled like soy sauce, steamed rice, and something baking in the oven.

And there were a lot of people.

“Well, well,” a voice called from the hallway, smooth and teasing. “Jimin didn’t tell us she was bringing someone this cute.”

Y/n looked up, caught off guard by the tall boy leaning casually against the doorframe, arms crossed. He looked familiar — must’ve been her brother.

“She did,” Y/n replied coolly, raising an eyebrow. “You probably weren’t listening.”

Sunghoon smirked, clearly amused. “Feisty. I like it.”

“She’s my girlfriend, Sunghoon.” Jimin cut in flatly as she dropped the suitcase by the stairs. “So stop being weird.”

Y/n fought a grin as Sunghoon dramatically clutched his chest. “Girlfriend? You didn’t say she was taken!”

“I said she was coming,” Jimin muttered. “And I said to behave.”

“Jimin,” her father said warmly, stepping forward to hug her. “You should’ve called when you were getting close.”

“I wanted to surprise you,” she mumbled, hugging him back, softer now.

Then he turned to Y/n and gave a polite, reserved bow. “You must be the girl we’ve heard so little about.”

Y/n smiled awkwardly and bowed in return. “Nice to meet you. I’m Y/n.”

“Well I'm Misook, Jimin's father." he said, stepping aside and motioning toward the living room, “Make yourself at home."

The house had already started filling with noise — the comforting kind. Plates clinking, someone laughing down the hall, a pot of stew boiling gently on the stove. Jimin and Y/n had barely finished setting the table when the front door swung open again, snow blowing in with the familiar chaos of family arrivals.

Jimin muttered under her breath, “And here comes the entire circus.”

Y/n looked up from folding napkins, eyebrows raised. “You weren’t joking.”

Aunt Haeun came in first, cheeks rosy from the cold, tugging off her scarf. “Where’s your mother? Oh, something smells amazing—”

Behind her, Uncle Hyunsoo carried two suitcases and a box of mandarin oranges like he was preparing to stay a month. “Why do we always pack like we’re moving in?”

Then came Wonyoung, tall and glowing even in the oversized coat she shrugged off effortlessly. Her girlfriend Yujin followed, already slipping out of her gloves and handing over a small gift bag with a shy smile.

Wonyoung’s eyes scanned the room — and landed on Y/n.

“Oh,” she said. “This must be her.”

Y/n stood a little straighter. “Hi, I'm Y/n.”

Yujin gave her a polite nod. “Nice to meet you.”

Wonyoung, however, looked her up and down without hiding it. Not rudely. Just… observantly. “You’re even prettier than your Instagram.”

Y/N blinked, surprised. “Thanks… wait you stalked me– how?”

“Wanted to know who my cousin was dating, just saying” Wonyoung added, stepping inside. “Jimin usually likes chaos. You look a little too put-together for her.”

Jimin rolled her eyes. “Nice to see you too.”

Before anyone could dwell on that, the door flew open again and Giselle arrived with her usual flair, dropping her weekender bag dramatically in the hallway. Her boyfriend trailed behind, carrying a cake and visibly regretting not wearing thicker socks.

Giselle’s gaze found Y/n almost immediately.

“Wow. You’re the girlfriend?”

Y/n offered a polite smile. “Yes. I think that’s me.”

“You look like someone who gets invited to the cool rooftop parties and never shows up.” Her tone wasn’t exactly mocking — more amused, a little intrigued. “No offense.”

“None taken,” Y/n said, eyes steady. “I do get those invites.”

From the living room, someone called out, “Stop crowding the hallway!”

Soobin appeared then, towel slung over his shoulder like he’d just helped clean something — tall, soft-eyed, and entirely too charming for his own good.

He gave Jimin a quick hug before turning toward Y/n. “And you must be the famous girlfriend.”

Y/n shook his hand, noticing the dimpled smile right away. “Famous really?”

"Well it's been only a week since Jimin told aunt Taeyeon and she kept talking about you. Anyway, I’m Soobin. Jimin’s cousin — sadly still single, in case that wasn’t obvious.” He winked.

Jimin groaned. “Can you not.”

Mrs. Yu popped her head in from the kitchen, apron tied around her waist. “Everyone’s here? Good. Come help me set the soup, please!”

Y/n was about to follow, but Soobin cut in again. “You cook too?”

“I try,” she said.

“She does,” Jimin mumbled, grabbing the stack of bowls. “She’s basically Miss Perfect.” She says trying to show that she knew her–fake–girlfriend.

“Wow,” Giselle said under her breath, exchanging a look with Wonyoung. “So that’s new.”

Wonyoung smiled tightly. “Can’t wait to hear that story.”

And just like that, Y/n felt it — not hostility, not even dislike. Just curiosity. A little skepticism. Like they were all trying to figure out where she fit in the picture. If she was just a visitor in Jimin’s life — or something more.

Jimin passed her a bowl and gave her a look.

“You okay?”

Y/n nodded, quietly. “Yeah. It’s just… a lot.”

Jimin paused, then added, “It always is. But they’ll get used to you.”

-

The dinner had been… surprisingly pleasant. Y/n couldn’t deny it. The food had been delicious, and as much as she tried to stay neutral, she found herself laughing with Wonyoung and Giselle more than she’d expected. They’d shared funny anecdotes about Jimin’s childhood, embarrassing family moments that made her realize how normal Jimin’s life was outside of the walls of college, outside the walls they’d built up around each other.

Y/n had laughed, genuinely. It felt so… human. Like they were showing her parts of Jimin that she’d never even considered before. She found herself liking it, maybe too much.

But Jimin had been quiet through it all, picking at her food, her eyes darting between Y/n and the rest of the room. It was subtle, but it didn’t go unnoticed. Every time Y/n made a joke or spoke a little too easily with her cousins, Jimin’s smile seemed to falter, just for a split second.

It was like she didn’t want Y/n to get too comfortable. To become too familiar with her family.

To cross a line.

Home.

Y/n thought about that word as she sipped her drink, the weight of it settling in her chest. It wasn’t just where they were sitting right now, under laughter ringing in the background. It was the way Jimin’s face had softened just a little when talking about her mom earlier. Or how her brother, Sunghoon, had cracked a stupid joke and Jimin had genuinely laughed — not the sarcastic kind, but the real one that reached her eyes.

For a second, Y/n let herself consider it — maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if I really fit in here. If I could stay a little longer, get used to them…

But then she glanced over at Jimin, who was still sitting at the edge of the table, half turned away from the conversation, looking like she wanted to say something but couldn’t quite get the words out. The shift in her mood was palpable.

She didn’t want her to get close. That was obvious.

Maybe she didn’t want Y/n the warmth of home — it was too real. Too personal. And the thought of someone else, especially someone like Y/n, having access to it? That was too much for Jimin to handle right now.

Still, as Y/n looked across the table at her, she realized something else, too. Maybe Jimin wasn’t as cold as I thought. Maybe, just maybe, she didn’t hate the idea of being trusted with someone.

-

Y/n lay awake in Jimin’s old room, the one of her childhood — memories frozen in time. After a long and tiring Christmas dinner with Jimin’s family, everyone had finally retreated to their rooms. But something about the stillness in the air, the way everything seemed to breathe a different kind of quiet here, kept Y/n wide awake.

Her eyes wandered around the room, taking in the familiar yet unfamiliar sight. It was cozy, yet clearly a room from another time. There was a mix of things: an old, dusty teddy bear tucked in the corner, a few scattered school trophies on the shelf, and colorful plush pillows that had been there since Jimin’s middle school days. Her room, untouched by time, told the story of someone trying to hold onto childhood, even in the face of growing up.

Y/n rolled over and glanced at the photos hanging on the walls. There were a few frames of young Jimin, her face so different from the confident, polished woman Y/n had come to know. Here, Jimin was just a girl — a middle schooler, awkward and shy, posing for the camera with her family and friends, her eyes shining with innocence. There were pictures of her grinning with friends Y/n would probably never meet.

The one that caught Y/n’s attention the most was a picture of a much younger Jimin, standing beside a smiling boy who looked remarkably like her brother, Sunghoon. The two were at what appeared to be a family picnic, both holding ice cream cones. Jimin’s smile was wide, carefree — a stark contrast to the guarded look she wore now. Her eyes softened as she studied the picture.

She had never considered Jimin as someone with a life before everything — before the fierce exterior, before the social circle and the reputation. She wondered, briefly, what had shaped Jimin into the person she was now. Who was she before all of the expectations? Before her family’s high standards and the pressure of being in the spotlight?

Y/n reached up and gently traced the edge of one of the frames, her thoughts drifting to how little she actually knew about Jimin’s past. She felt a small pang of guilt, realizing how little she had ever really cared to know. She had always seen Jimin as a barrier, a target of her own insecurities and fears. She had never stopped to consider what Jimin had been through to become the person she was today.

The silence in the room grew thicker, and the weight of everything they had both been pretending began to settle over Y/n’s chest.

Suddenly, Jimin’s voice cut through her thoughts as she opened the door coming back from shower.

“You’re still up?”

Y/n snapped out of her thoughts, looking over at the doorway where Jimin stood, her face partially obscured by the dim light from the hallway. She was wearing a loose shirt and pajama pants, her hair slightly messy as she leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed.

“Yeah,” Y/n replied softly, her voice betraying a hint of surprise. “Just… looking around.”

Jimin walked into the room and sat down on the edge of her bed, glancing at the photos the cheerleader had been looking at. “I see you found my middle school pictures,”

Y/n gave a faint nod, feeling awkward for lingering over something so personal. “You were… really different.” Her voice was quiet, as if not wanting to intrude too much.

Jimin let out a small, dry laugh. “I guess. People change.”

Y/n paused for a moment, unsure whether to ask the next question. But her curiosity got the best of her. “Do you ever miss it? The… before?”

Jimin’s eyes flickered with something unreadable, her fingers tracing the edge of her blanket. There was a long pause before she answered, her tone surprisingly soft. “Sometimes,” she admitted quietly. “But I think I had to grow up too fast. I didn’t really have a choice. My mom… she wanted me to be perfect, and I guess… I tried.”

The words hung in the air, heavy and raw. Y/n wasn’t sure what to say, not sure if she was crossing a line or not. But the vulnerability in Jimin’s voice felt different from anything she had ever heard from her.

“I think your mom wanted you to be happy, to build your future so you could be happy. She must have done it wrong.... It's a lot.” Y/n finally said, her voice quieter than before.

Jimin shrugged, as if it didn’t matter. “It is what it is. You can’t change the past.”

They both sat in silence for a moment, the weight of the conversation lingering in the room like an unspoken truth. It was the first time they had really opened up to each other, even if just a little. It wasn’t much, but it was something.

After a few more minutes of quiet, the two of them, still sitting in the dimly lit room, began to realize just how awkward the situation was.

Jimin shifted uncomfortably, her eyes darting to the bed, and then to Y/n, before finally settling on the door as if it might suddenly offer an escape. But of course, there was no escaping the reality of the room. There was one bed. And they were both stuck here for the night.

Y/n, sensing the tension, turned to look at Jimin. Her gaze met Jimin’s for a split second before both of them awkwardly glanced away. It was strange, they were forced into an entirely new situation. They had been at each other’s throats for so long, but now, it felt like the walls were starting to crack.

“Uh,” Y/n began, breaking the silence with an awkward laugh. “I guess we’re supposed to… sleep here?”

Jimin, her arms crossed tightly in front of her, didn’t seem thrilled about the prospect. “Yeah, looks like it,” she muttered, eyes narrowing as she looked at the bed, as though it had personally offended her.

Y/n glanced at the single bed again, then back at Jimin. A thought occurred to her. “So… how do you usually do this? I mean, not like… ‘this’—but… you know…”

“Well,” Jimin started, her voice almost hesitant, “my family thinks we are a couple, one bed is actually normal…” She let out a deep breath, clearly at a loss for words. “This is beyond the usual.”

Y/n bit her lip, her mind racing for a solution. They couldn’t exactly sleep side by side in the same bed. That would be far too strange. The thought made her skin crawl a little, and she saw that Jimin was just as uncomfortable as she was. The idea of sharing such a small space for the night—close quarters like this—seemed impossible for two people who barely tolerated each other.

“Wait!” Y/n suddenly exclaimed, the idea coming to her as she looked around the room. “Pillows.”

Jimin blinked at her. “What?”

“No, hear me out,” Y/N said, her voice gaining confidence as she scanned the room. “We can make a pillow barrier, a—uh—‘fortress’ between us. We’ll each have our own side of the bed, and it’ll be like an invisible wall.” She motioned to the pillows on the bed and around the room.

Jimin paused, staring at her like she’d just suggested something absurd. “A pillow fortress?”

Y/n grinned. “Yeah, it’s genius, right? Just a row of pillows between us, and we’ll have our own little spaces. It’ll work.”

Jimin rolled her eyes but finally relented. “Fine. Let’s build your… fortress.”

Y/n wasted no time. She started pulling pillows from the bed and stacking them between them, creating a makeshift barrier down the middle. Jimin watched her for a second before grabbing the remaining pillows and joining in, her usual sarcasm temporarily forgotten.

When they were done, they stepped back and admired their work. The fortress of pillows between them was not exactly elegant, but it served its purpose—each side was now officially off-limits.

“Well,” Jimin said after a moment of silence, raising an eyebrow. “At least now I have some distance from you. It’s like a little… wall of peace.”

Y/N leaned back against her side of the bed, satisfied. “Exactly. Now we can both sleep peacefully without worrying about invading each other’s space.”

There was a pause. Then, a soft, unexpected chuckle escaped from Jimin. “This is ridiculous.”

Y/n grinned, unable to help herself. “It works, though.”

Jimin shook her head, though a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. I don’t even want to know how long you’ve been plotting this.”

Y/n laughed. “You have no idea.”

And for the first time since they had started this whole fake dating charade, the tension in the room seemed to dissipate, even if just for a moment. The fortress was still silly, still an odd solution to an odd problem, but it somehow brought a sense of lightness that neither of them had expected.

As they lay there in the dim room, the pillow wall between them, they both found it a little easier to breathe.

-

The apartment door clicked shut behind them, the hum of Seoul’s city noise instantly muffled. The silence between them wasn’t comfortable. It was tense, like a storm waiting to break.

Jimin kicked off her shoes and dropped her bag by the door, heading straight for the kitchen without saying a word. Y/n followed, arms crossed, scowl already forming on her face.

“Where's Heeseung?" Y/n asked earning only a small shrug from Jimin. "So, are you gonna tell me what your problem is?” she snapped.

Jimin scoffed as she opened the fridge, staring inside like it had answers. “My problem? You’re really asking me that?”

“Yeah, I am. You’ve been acting like a brat ever since we got off the car.”

Jimin shut the fridge a little too hard and turned around. “Because my mom wants to invite you to her spring birthday lunch. Because Wonyoung asked if you’d come for Chuseok. Because suddenly everyone loves you, Y/n.”

Y/n blinked. “Okay, and?”

“And now I have to explain why my so-called girlfriend disappears before my mom can start sewing you into the family tree.”

“Oh, so now it’s my fault that your entire family likes me?” Y/n said, voice rising. “You dragged me into this lie and now you’re mad that it worked well?”

Jimin’s jaw tensed. “It was supposed to be a week. A performance. You were supposed to be a cold and indifferent cheer brat—like you usually are."

“Well, sorry for having manners,” Y/n bit back. “Maybe your family’s just desperate to see you with someone who isn’t a Tinder hookup.”

Jimin’s face snapped toward her. “Watch it.”

“No, you watch it. I helped you. I played the role. I met your weird aunt and sat through your cousin’s playlist of EXO dance covers. You’re mad because your lie worked too well.”

Jimin paced, dragging her hands through her hair. She wasn’t yelling anymore—she was spiraling. “They’re already talking about summer. Asking when I’m gonna bring you again. My mom was glowing.”

Y/n leaned against the wall, crossing her arms. “Then tell her we broke up.”

Jimin froze.

Y/n raised a brow. “Simple solution, no?”

“Yeah. Except she’ll want to know why. And how. And when. And then she’ll cry and say it’s because I don’t try hard enough with people and that I ruin everything.”

Silence.

Y/n let out a slow exhale. “Okay. So… what now?”

Jimin hesitated, then sighed. “We fake it a little longer.”

Y/n blinked. “How much longer?”

“Until May.”

“May!?”

Jimin shrugged, already sounding resigned. “That’s when your cheer nationals are, right? It makes sense. We break up after—‘distance’, ‘conflicting schedules’, whatever. Clean timeline.”

Y/n stared at her, baffled. “You really thought this through.”

“No, I’m thinking it through now, because my mom just texted me again asking what your favorite color is.”

Y/n stared. “What is wrong with her?”

“She’s a hopeless romantic. She thinks you’re the one.”

Y/n dragged a hand down her face. “Fine. We fake date until May. But you’re driving me to every practice and buying my coffee. Non-negotiable.”

Jimin rolled her eyes. “Deal. But you’re texting my mom on my behalf until she stops sending me couple bracelets on Instagram.”

They locked eyes, and for a split second, something like amusement flickered between them. But it passed as fast as it came.

The war was still on.

Only now… it had a timeline.

Jimin reached for her phone, already typing a reply to her mom, something about Y/n loving the color navy blue and tulips. Y/n watched her from the kitchen doorway, still not quite sure how the hell this became her life.

“This is so dumb,” she muttered.

Jimin didn’t look up. “You agreed.”

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t complain about it.”

They locked eyes again, this time without yelling, just the sharp simmer of something complicated brewing beneath the surface.

“Just survive until May,” Jimin said, voice flat.

Y/n nodded, grabbing her bag again and heading toward the spare room. “Easy,” she muttered under her breath.

Neither of them believed that.

-

[fellominaarcher]

2 HOUSES, 1 FAMILY - Karina x fem!reader

→ Two couples. Four disasters. Zero boundaries.

EPISODE 1 — Welcome to the Block!

SYNOPSIS

→ When Yunjin and Chaewon move into the house next door, chaos immediately follows as Y/N and Karina "help" with the unloading, mostly by bickering and dodging real work.

→ author's note: I'm sorry if this doesn't match up to your expectations

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EXT. KARINA AND Y/N’S HOUSE — SEORAE GROVE, SEOCHO-GU — LATE MORNING

It was forty minutes away from noon in Seorae Grove, a quiet neighborhood in Seocho-gu where tall, modern two-story houses stood in neat rows. The streets were clean, the hedges trimmed, and everything smelled faintly of wealth and pine.

Out front of one such house stood Karina and her wife, Y/N, loitering near their black Hyundai Tucson parked in the driveway.

“Are they arriving?” Karina asked, exasperation lacing her voice as she cast a sideways glance at Y/N.

Y/N nudged a small rock with her sandal, not bothering to meet her wife’s gaze. “Do you see a moving truck anywhere, Rina?” she replied dryly, one brow arched.

This was just how they communicated—mildly sarcastic, always borderline bickering, and perfectly in sync.

Karina said nothing at first, but raised an eyebrow in return and crossed her arms. She stared out at the empty street, unimpressed. “We’ve been standing here for at least fifteen minutes, Y/N.”

Y/N sighed, a little dramatically. “Just a bit longer. My sister and her wife are moving in next door—it’s our duty to celebrate this... significant event.” She trailed off mid-sentence, eyes lighting up. “Oh! They’re here!”

A white moving truck appeared at the end of the street, a white sedan leading the way. Y/N straightened with visible excitement and waved both arms as they approached. “They’re here!”

At that moment, Karina’s phone buzzed. She pulled it from her pocket, glanced at the screen, and held it to her ear. “Perfect. A call from the office. You,” she pointed at Y/N with a raised brow, “entertain your sister and your in-law. I’ll be inside. Bye!”

And just like that, she turned on her heel and disappeared into the house.

[Marriage Days Count: Karina and Y/N have been married for 2,289 days.]

INT. YUNJIN AND CHAEWON’S NEW HOUSE — LIVING ROOM

Yunjin and Chaewon waddled into the empty space, each carrying a box. Their arms were sore and their patience thin, but their eyes gleamed with excitement. As soon as the boxes hit the floor, they looked at each other with growing smiles and embraced tightly.

Yunjin sighed into Chaewon’s shoulder. “Finally. A good home to live my whole life with you.”

Chaewon nodded, smiling. “Yeah. Just... you, me, and your sister living next door.”

Her tone was light, but there was a hint of hesitation underneath.

“I knooow,” Yunjin groaned, dragging the word out. “You already know Y/N, and Karina unni is chill.”

Chaewon gave a tight smile, unconvinced.

From the hallway came a clatter and the sound of boxes being awkwardly kicked along the floor.

Y/N entered the room, panting lightly, pushing a stack of boxes with her foot. Her face was flushed but she still managed to give them a big thumbs-up.

She was clearly thrilled to be involved.

[Marriage Days Count: Yunjin and Chaewon have been married for 152 days.]

Fifteen minutes passed.

Y/N had helped carry in a few boxes but mostly the food and lighter items and had now settled comfortably on the sofa, scrolling through her phone with a bag of chips in her lap. Chips that definitely did not belong to her.

In the kitchen, Yunjin meticulously arranged appliances like she was curating an art exhibit. Being the executive chef she is.

Meanwhile, Chaewon knelt on the living room floor with an IKEA manual in one hand and a plank of wood in the other.

She glanced over her shoulder and cleared her throat. “Um, some help, please?”

Y/N didn’t react. Chaewon cleared her throat again, louder.

Finally, Y/N looked up, blinking. “Huh?”

Chaewon gestured toward the unassembled shelf. “Mind helping me set this up?”

Y/N gave a sheepish grin. “Let me rest for a bit. I was sweating. Plus, you just moved in. No rush, right?”

Chaewon opened her mouth to respond, but the doorbell interrupted her.

She placed the shelf part down gently and moved to open the door.

Karina stood on the porch, holding up a white-and-blue tote bag with a bright, polite smile. “Can I come in?”

Chaewon stepped aside to let her in. “Sure.”

“Here’s your housewarming gift,” Karina said, handing her the tote.

It was a clearly branded freebie from a bank’s wellness event. The material was thin, the logo loud.

Chaewon forced a smile. “Thank you… It’s... very modern.”

She took the bag with both hands, feeling the unmistakable crinkle of cheap promotional fabric.

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CONFESSIONAL — INT. CHAEWON AND YUNJIN’S HOUSE

Chaewon sat on the couch, legs crossed, eyes on the camera. “I don’t know how Y/N managed to convince Yunjin to move in next door,” she said flatly. “This is... interesting.”

Her gaze shifted off-camera briefly, toward the freebie tote in the corner.

Then she looked back, expression unreadable.

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EXT. OUT FRONT OF YUNJIN AND CHAEWON'S HOUSE — AFTERNOON

An hour had passed since Yunjin and Chaewon officially began moving in. The furniture was being unloaded from the moving truck, and the front yard had become a small chaos of boxes, cushions, and shouted instructions.

Near the porch, Y/N stood with her arms crossed, occasionally waving or gesturing like a low-budget traffic controller.

“Yeah, yeah, don’t tilt it like that! You’ll lose balance carrying it!” Y/N called out, squinting critically at the movers struggling with a TV shelf.

One of the men glanced at her, squinting back in disbelief, then shook his head and continued hauling the shelf into the house without a word.

From across the driveway, the familiar shuffling of slippers announced Karina’s arrival. She stepped out of their house, arms folded, expression unimpressed as she took in the scene: Y/N standing there micromanaging while doing exactly zero heavy lifting.

“Go help your sister unpack or something,” Karina said, her voice sharp over the noise of boxes scraping and movers grunting. She mimicked Y/N’s frantic hand-waving motions with exaggerated flair. “Instead of just standing there doing this, that.”

Y/N sneered and turned to her wife, gesturing lazily toward the truck. “Eh, why don’t you help them instead?”

Karina gave her a long, slow once-over before raising her hands and wiggling her fingers in the air. Her nails gleamed a delicate light blue-white in the afternoon sun.

“I just got my nails done yesterday,” she pouted, her voice dramatically soft.

Y/N eyed her nails with a judgmental squint, her face full of betrayal. But instead of arguing, she huffed and returned to helping the workers by telling them where not to put things.

Meanwhile, Yunjin and Chaewon emerged from their new house, scanning the front lawn for the next batch of boxes to carry inside. They were halfway down the steps when a new voice cut through the afternoon buzz.

Just then, from across the street, a familiar figure approached.

Ms. Ko, the sixty-year-old retired school principal, was striding over, waving a hand enthusiastically in the air.

“Oi! Karina! Y/N! Looks busy out here!” she called, a wide grin splitting her face.

Y/N's smile faltered. Under her breath, she muttered, “Not you again,” through gritted teeth, sending Ms. Ko a side-eye full of dread.

Still, both Karina and Y/N quickly pasted on polite smiles and greeted her in unison.

“Hello, Ms. Ko.”

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CONFESSIONAL — INT. KARINA AND Y/N'S HOUSE, HOME OFFICE

Karina sat behind her tidy desk, arms folded, looking directly into the camera.

“Ms. Ko is the neighborhood's self-appointed... information officer,” she said, choosing her words carefully. “One time, Y/N and I were arguing in the driveway over something important, like whether the stray cat we're feeding should be named ‘Vladimir’ or ‘Prof. Whisker’—”

She paused, deadpan.

“Ms. Ko comes marching over, asking if we’re getting divorced because we were 'shouting about the disagreement of naming a child.'”

Karina blinked slowly at the camera, her voice flat. “It was the name of a cat.”

She threw up her hands, leaning back in her chair with an exhausted sigh.

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BACK TO SCENE — EXT. OUT FRONT OF YUNJIN AND CHAEWON'S HOUSE

Ms. Ko chuckled lightly at the new faces and the familiar ones clustered near the porch.

“We’ve got new faces here! And who are you lovely people, if I may ask?” she said, turning her attention to Yunjin and Chaewon.

Chaewon stepped forward with a practiced, polite smile. “I’m Chaewon, and this is my wife, Yunjin. We just officially moved in today,” she said proudly, gesturing toward Yunjin.

Yunjin nodded brightly, adding, “I’m also Y/N’s younger sister!” She pointed between herself and Y/N, grinning like she was unveiling a grand secret.

Ms. Ko’s eyebrows lifted with surprise. She leaned in, squinting hard, as if trying to find the resemblance through sheer will.

“Oooohh, you don’t look alike at all,” she said, peering even closer. Then, without missing a beat, she added cheerfully, “Yunjin looks more okay compared to Y/N.”

The words hung in the air for a beat too long.

Y/N's glare could’ve set fire to concrete, and Yunjin’s smile faltered into a confused half-frown.

Ms. Ko, oblivious, waved a hand airily. “Ah, I can’t stay too long! I’ve got a dating show to catch up on, Yunseo is talking to another man in the show,” she said with a little giggle, excitement twinkling in her eyes.

“I’ll see you all again!” she called over her shoulder, already retreating back across the street, disappearing into her house like a mischievous ghost.

The four women watched her go in stunned silence.

Finally, Chaewon broke it. “By the way,” she said, turning toward Yunjin with a slight frown, “I can’t find my Sour Patch Kids or my pizza-flavored Pringles.”

Her voice had the distinct tone of someone realizing a crime had been committed.

Y/N, suspiciously silent, suddenly found the sidewalk, the tree, the clouds, literally anything else fascinating to look at.

Karina, standing right next to her, noticed immediately.

“We all know what happened to your snacks,” Karina said with a sigh, flashing a knowing smile toward Chaewon and Yunjin. “The answer’s right in front of your eyes.”

She patted Y/N’s shoulder with faux affection. “Anyway, I’m heading back inside. I have a monthly report to finish.”

And with that, she turned and strolled away, leaving Y/N frozen in place under the accusing stares of her sister and sister-in-law.

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INT. YUNJIN AND CHAEWON'S HOUSE — EVENING

Hours had passed. The house was no longer a hollow, echoing space. It had transformed into a warm home, filled with bits and pieces of Yunjin and Chaewon’s lives.

With the help of the movers, most of the heavy lifting had been done. Y/N carried lighter boxes inside, munching on stolen snacks while explaining the "neighborhood politics" to Chaewon like it was compulsory.

Karina? Well, she floated in and out, sweeping half-heartedly, placing a few decorative pieces here and there, then mentally calculating how much it would cost to “refresh” their own house's aesthetic. Priorities.

Now the space was halfway complete and already felt like a reflection of Yunjin and Chaewon:

A milk-colored couch draped with a light blue blanket.

Simple IKEA shelves lined with Yunjin’s prized cookbooks, framed wedding photos, and Chaewon’s oversized ring light, always ready for impromptu selfies.

And, of course, Yunjin’s precious kitchen—designed with the same precision as her restaurant, Dear Roseburn. Every pot, knife, and pastel-colored chopping board had its place. Each item was dangerously cute.

Chaewon’s idea, actually.

Meanwhile, Y/N was just happy to be near the kitchen toys, bubbling with an excitement usually reserved for dogs seeing their leash.

It was nearing six in the evening, the sky outside burning in soft hues of orange and purple. Time for the older couple to leave the newlyweds to their first night at home.

“Welcome to your new home, Yunjin and Chaewon!” Karina said cheerily, standing by the door with Y/N holding it open. “If you're having a housewarming dinner soon, don't forget to call us over!” she added, laughing a little too awkwardly.

Y/N gave Karina a weird look.

Inviting yourself already?

Yunjin and Chaewon, exhausted but smiling, waved them off.

“Yes, yes! I'll cook something nice for you both soon. Sorry I can't do a dinner tonight! We're beat!” Yunjin apologized, still waving.

And with that, Karina and Y/N made their way back next door. Karina unlocked the door with a quick twist of the key, both slipping into the familiar scent and neatness of their own home.

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INT. YUNJIN AND CHAEWON'S HOUSE — MOMENTS LATER

Chaewon flopped onto the couch with an exaggerated sigh, tucking her bob hair behind her ear.

“Finally,” she muttered, flashing Yunjin a small smile.

“Finally, a home with you,” Yunjin beamed, entirely missing the pointed tone of her wife’s complaint. She plopped down beside Chaewon, their knees bumping.

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CONFESSIONAL — LIVING ROOM

In front of the still-cluttered coffee table, Chaewon sat cross-legged, her body angled slightly to the right—her "good side" for the camera, of course.

“I meant it. Finally,” Chaewon deadpanned, tossing a thumb over her shoulder toward the chaos behind her. “My sister-in-laws were... a little bit of a help. Y/N was actually the biggest help, but mostly because she got excited about the pastel knives.”

She sighed softly, glancing off-camera.

“But our snacks... Yeah. Rest in peace.”

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INT. KARINA AND Y/N'S HOUSE — BEDROOM

Their master bedroom was a soft mix of lavender and grey—elegant, modern, and smelling faintly of the lavender candle Karina always lit depending on her mood.

If Karina was upset, she switched to the scented "Red Virgin Sacrifice" candle and the scented candles will be lit by Y/N one hour before Karina returned home from office.

Karina sat cross-legged on their bed, scrolling through a spreadsheet on her iPad, looking very pleased with herself and her young CFO status.

One of the many things to justify—she justified—her Penny Pincher tendencies.

The door creaked open and Y/N entered, happily munching on a big bag of strawberry-flavored mini wafers.

Karina glanced up, arching an eyebrow.

"What’s that?" she asked softly, pausing her scrolling.

Y/N popped another wafer into her mouth and grinned.

"This? This is food. Something that’s tragically rare in this house," she said dramatically, holding up the bag.

Karina frowned. "Don’t eat sweets in the bedroom. We'll get ants." She pointed her stylus pen at Y/N like a warning sword.

“I’ll clean up, Jjim-Jjim," Y/N sang out sweetly, using the special nickname she reserved only for Karina. A name she forbade anyone from using and defended jealously. "I got this from our sisters next door."

Karina's eyes narrowed.

“You mean you stole it from them? They just moved in, Y/N!”

Unashamed, Y/N nodded proudly and popped another wafer into her mouth, winking.

Karina chuckled and held out her hand.

"Give me some. But if we get crumbs on the bed, you're cleaning up."

Y/N straightened dramatically and bowed.

“Yes, my queen!”

Karina laughed softly, patting the empty space beside her. Y/N leapt onto the bed like an overexcited kid, settling in close and feeding Karina a wafer.

The room filled with the easy, quiet sound of laughter and stolen snack, the kind that comes from being married for six comfortable, ridiculous years.

Outside, the last traces of the sunset faded into night. The street was still, bathed in the soft glow of streetlights. Yunjin and Chaewon’s house stood proudly beside Karina and Y/N’s, their windows warm with light.

— EPISODE CLOSE

EXT. SEORAE GROVE - NIGHT

—NAVIGATION

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[lascvitae]

❀ ༉ ‧ ₊ ˚ I KNOW I GOT THE FEELS

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ alt. I KNOW YOU FEEL IT TOO .ᐟ

ᝰ.ᐟ le sserafim’s y/n & aespa’s karina feature on the variety show ‘taste buds’ and spend the whole time lowkey falling for eachother.

ᝰ.ᐟ pairing. karina x le sserafim’s 6th member!reader ᝰ.ᐟ genre. fluff, idol x idol ᝰ.ᐟ warning(s). karina’s a simp n so are you, this is so gay, host’s dialogue is italicized

ᝰ.ᐟ word count: 1.5k

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the set is warm and cozy, modern themed with two seats at the table. the table is laid out with multiple dishes from around the world.

then, karina walks on set dressed in streetwear. she bows to the crew before sitting down and her eyes dart over to them.

“i always get nervous when i meet someone new… i overthink everything.” she explains.

“so if it’s someone new today, i might panic.”

“oh don’t worry. she’s friendly and you’ve definitely seen her before.” the host off screen speaks. karina tilts her head as he speaks.

“alright, come in!”

y/n enters and the camera captures her smile, waving to the camera and then bowing to the crew. she sits down a little too quickly, revealing she might just be as nervous as aespa’s leader.

“oh…” karina’s eyes widen, gasping before trying to recover.

“hi! i’m y/n, it’s nice to finally meet you.”

“you too. i’ve seen a lot of your performances. you’re really cool.” she says.

“you watch my performances?” y/n’s eyes widen a bit and karina just smiles at her.

“of course i have. you’re le sserafim’s center. you’re everywhere.”

“says you!” y/n protests, making karina giggle before shaking her hand.

before the two of you can continue the host speaks again.

“first dish and first question! cheeseburgers and fries.”

plates are brought in and karina’s eyes light up while y/n claps, already grabbing a fry. aespa’s leader laughs at how eager she is.

“do you dip your fries or cover them in sauce?” y/n asks.

“is there a wrong answer? i don’t wanna disappoint you.” karina said, eyes never leaving y/n’s face.

“saying you don’t use any sauce.”

karina smiled before dipping and y/n nods in approval.

“what’s your go-to comfort show?”

karina answered the question immediately. “shin chan!”

y/n laughed. “i knew that.”

“you do research about me?”

“ah! no— i meant— no!” y/n stuttered as karina smirked slightly.

“you’re cute.”

“i feel like i’m third wheeling.” the host joked.

the next dish is placed and the host speaks up again.

“the second dish is spaghetti.”

y/n smiled widely. “i love pasta! it’s my favorite.”

“do you?” karina looks over at the other, staring at her while smiling like she just made a mental note.

“cute.”

“next question! what’s your ideal way to spend a day off?”

y/n hummed while twirling pasta around her fork. “uhh, something slow. like sleeping in, brunch, maybe a walk? or lying on the couch all day with someone.”

she looks up and makes eye contact with karina mid bite.

“that sounds illegal.”

“resting?” y/n tilted her head.

“no. being that cute. saying stuff like that.” karina laughed nervously.

y/n laughed before covering her mouth while chewing.

“are you nervous? you’re blushing!” y/n pointed out.

karina hid behind her hand, shaking her head no while picking up her fork. “i’m not—!”

“karina, how about you?”

“um, same i guess? just something peaceful. like watching tv or cooking for someone.”

“ooh, you can cook?”

karina shrugged. “i could learn if you’re patient.”

y/n froze and karina realizes what she said, biting her lip to hold back a smile.

“i’m… very patient.”

“yah! i’m still here.” the host said.

“so are you the shy type?”

“no— i’m just… you’re distracting.”

y/n stares and karina looks up before panicking.

“wait! i didn’t mean, like— you’re just really pretty.”

y/n laughs and looks away, crossing her legs while trying her hardest not to smile.

“you can’t say that out loud.”

“should i have waited until we were backstage?”

“stop!”

karina just laughed, eyes never leaving y/n.

“before we bring out the next dish we have another question. what’s something you notice first when you meet someone?”

karina pauses before glancing at y/n once and immediately looking down.

“umm… eyes or smile. that kind of thing.”

“that’s a good answer.” y/n smiled.

“what’s yours?”

“hmm…” y/n pretended to think before glancing at karina’s hands on the table.

“smile. and hands.”

karina looks down at her hands then at y/n with her eyebrows raised.

“are you saying i have nice hands?”

“…maybe.” karina laughed.

“do you want to hold them?”

y/n basically folded, laughing and covering her face before clearing her throat, fanning herself off.

“was that spaghetti spicy or was it just me?” she looked around.

“just you. you’re blushing.”

“because you keep saying things like that!”

“i’m just answering the question.”

y/n gives her a playful look, trying to stay composed but her smile is clearly giving her away.

“alright, take a breath. we’re bringing out the third dish.”

a tray is brought in with two milkshakes. one is strawberry and one is chocolate, both with whipped cream on top. there’s two strays in each.

“this is dangerous, no?”

“i think you mean delicious.” karina is already reaching for one.

“next question. what’s something you’ve never told your fans before?”

karina raises her eyebrows. “that’s deep.”

“too scared to answer?” y/n teases.

“i’ll answer if you do.” karina smirks.

“fine… um, sometimes i hum random aespa songs in the shower.” y/n pretends to be dramatic.

karina’s head whips around instantly. “you what?!”

y/n laughed. “i love spicy! i also know the entire supernova choreo.”

karina leans in, laughing quietly now too. “i’m never getting over that. this is officially my favorite interview ever.”

“your turn!”

karina pretends to think.

“i almost dmed you once.”

y/n’s jaw dropped, almost choking on her milkshake.

“you what?!” you can hear the crew struggle to hold in their laughs off set.

“i didn’t! but i thought about it. like, a lot. but i just end up staring at your profile for a very long time.”

y/n hides her face again and karina just watches her with a soft smile. the one where she has heart eyes.

“breaking news. karina tried to slide into y/n’s dm’s.”

“i said almost!”

“before we bring out the final dish, there’s another question. what’s your type… in a friend?”

karina sits up, looking flustered and half laughing. “in a friend?”

y/n laughs too. “yes!”

“okay. someone who’s funny. very cute. easy to talk to and has um— pretty eyes.” she glances at y/n before looking down at the table and pretending to fix her napkin.

“mm. that’s specific.” y/n smiled into her hand.

“totally not about anyone here though.”

“and y/n?”

“someone who’s sweet. gets nervous but still tries anyway and… looks good in streetwear.”

karina gasps dramatically. “that’s cheating!”

“you started it.”

“final dish! apple pie with vanilla ice cream.”

y/n brightened instantly. “wait… this is my favorite.”

“mine too now.”

they both take a bite, making them both nod at how delicious it is.

“ice cream or pie first?”

“karina! you have to get both in one bite. that’s the only correct answer. it’s perfect then.” y/n spoke in a playful dramatic tone.

karina immediately tries it, humming as she swallows. “perfect just like you said.”

“you’re such a flirt.” y/n laughs.

“only for you.” karina smiled.

“are you two a couple?”

“no! we just met today!” y/n laughed nervously.

“and i thought we had something special.” karina pretended to look offended.

“you flirt with me over dinner and expect commitment?”

“well what can i do to prove myself?”

“dance, maybe? you have seen each other’s performances.”

karina gasped, immediately looking at y/n while her eyes lit up. “oh! can we dance together? you said you know supernova.”

“right now?”

“please?” karina says softly.

y/n wants to protest but she folds, hiding her face in her hands while standing up. karina smiled wide, following y/n to the empty area of the set.

y/n stares at the floor as karina admires her from her position, covering her mouth after mouthing ‘cute.’

the music starts and y/n’s eyes widen before she immediately catches on, hiding her smile while attempting to do the moves. she couldn’t even do them full out because of how nervous she was.

but karina just watches the whole time like she forgot about everyone else in the room. she even almost tripped while watching y/n but it’s so subtle that she’s sure that no one caught it.

the final pose hits and y/n shyly walks back over to her seat, ignoring the cheers.

“you’re so good.” karina complimented, settling back down.

y/n uncovered her face and meets eyes with karina, fighting back the urge to look away.

“but you owe me another cover of it. full out this time.” she leaned forward.

y/n just nodded, looking back at the camera.

“so you two will be meeting up again?”

“well. if she asks nicely.” y/n was still smiling shyly but there was a teasing hint in her tone.

“y/n; will you please hang out with me again? i’ll bring food.” karina responded immediately.

“you’re bribing me now?” y/n laughed.

“i’ll just have to dm you for real this time then.”

“okay! one more dance practice. and maybe a coffee after?”

“i’ll take it.” karina smiles like an idiot.

“any last words for your fans?”

“uh… i hope you all enjoyed this as much as i did.”

“same. and don’t worry, i’ll make sure she doesn’t fall while watching me next time.” y/n giggled.

“you saw that?” karina covers her face.

“maybe.”

“well that’s a wrap! thanks for joining us on taste buds! we’ll see you next week!”

within hours, #tastebudswithkarinaandyn is trending worldwide.

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[bytemee]

THE GIRL IS MINE — YU JIMIN.

"the stars, they aligned. the girl is mine."

synopsis. word around campus is karina doesn’t date, but word quickly becomes that she’s completely smitten with you.

pairing. mean!sorority!karina x loser!gp!reader

warning(s). possessive!karina, she's really down bad and only likes u, kissing, and let me know if there's more.

words. 1.2k

authors note. thank you for the request! hope u enjoy !!!

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karina didn't feel the need to tell everyone about your relationship. she was content with keeping you to herself. and, honestly, she thought it was rather obvious, anyway.

you had always been karina’s puppy.

except for some time, people thought wonyoung had you on a leash.

because one second, wonyoung was the one giggling and grabbing your arm at parties, dragging you around as if you were her own personal assistant. and the next?

next, it was karina.

no transition, no explanation.

just a sudden switch.

one day, you were wonyoung’s little plaything, and the next, karina had her claws in you so deep that even wonyoung didn’t bother fighting it.

which is why the sorority girls were still confused.

until this morning.

you rubbed at your eyes as you walked into the kitchen, still half-asleep, dressed in nothing but sweats and a loose shirt, your hair an absolute mess. you had crashed at the house last night because, of course, karina didn’t let you leave.

the smell of coffee pulled you toward the counter, and as you lazily grabbed a mug, you heard a familiar voice pipe up.

“wonyoung, your girl toy is out here.”

you blinked.

yeji, sitting at the kitchen table, was scrolling through her phone, barely looking up as she addressed wonyoung, who was fixing herself a smoothie.

wonyoung turned, took one look at you standing in front of the coffee machine, and let out an unimpressed hum.

“not mine,” she said casually, sipping her drink.

that made yeji pause. she finally glanced up from her phone, raising a brow.

“really?”

“yeah,” wonyoung sighed, as if it was a mild inconvenience rather than a fact of life. “cuz, karina like...obsessed with her.”

you turned, blinking at the two of them, still groggy.

“…good morning?” you mumbled.

yeji looked you up and down, then shook her head with a small laugh.

karina chose that exact moment to walk in, dressed in one of your hoodies, her long black hair slightly messy from sleep. she didn’t even spare the other two a glance—her only focus was you.

she walked right up to you, stealing the coffee you had just made and taking a slow sip before pressing it back into your hands.

you just took it, unfazed.

wonyoung and yeji exchanged looks.

karina didn’t even acknowledge them as she pulled you in by your shirt, standing on her toes to press a lazy, lingering kiss to your jaw.

"why’d you leave bed?" she mumbled.

you scratched the back of your head, suddenly a little nervous with the way the other two were staring. "just wanted coffee…"

karina huffed, tugging you closer, leaning her head against your shoulder like she was still too sleepy to care about anything else.

"you’re so annoying," she murmured.

yeji let out a low whistle.

“yeah, okay,” she said, shaking her head in disbelief. “i'm lost.”

wonyoung sighed, taking another sip of her smoothie.

karina ignored her, instead focusing on you, her arms wrapping around your waist. "come back to bed," she mumbled, kissing your neck.

"i just woke up, though—"

"come back to bed," she repeated, this time biting your skin to punctuate her words.

you didn't have much choice after that.

as karina pulled you back toward the bedroom, yeji couldn’t hold in her disbelief anymore. she blinked a few times, clearly still processing everything she’d just witnessed.

"wait, hold on," she finally said, staring at karina’s back. "so, you two—are you guys sharing the poor girl?"

karina, still holding you close, didn't miss a beat. she glanced over her shoulder with a lazy smile. "no, i’m not sharing my girlfriend. she’s mine. always has been, always will be."

with that, she shut the door behind her, leaving the other two girls completely confused.

"girlfriend?" yeji said, eyes wide. "since when did you date? i didn't know you two were dating!"

the frat that had a long-standing history with the sorority girls had thrown a party tonight, and they begged for the sorority’s help in throwing it. honestly, it was a little ridiculous how much they had pleaded for karina, ning, winter, and giselle to pull strings and help get the party off the ground. the frats always counted on the sorority to make their parties stand out, and the sisters? well, they didn’t mind—especially since they got to be in charge of the guest list.

karina, as the president of the sorority, had a lot of attention on her. she was the one everyone wanted to talk to, the one everyone wanted to impress—and naturally, she didn’t give a damn about it. but one frat guy? one frat guy had been way too persistent to get her attention.

"so, karina," he said, sidling up to her like he thought he was all that. "you don’t have to be all president-y and in charge tonight. how about we get away from all this, huh? maybe somewhere more… private?"

if it wasn't for her role, she would've slapped the smug look right off his face.

instead, karina forced a sweet, controlled smile, puckering out her lips like she was thinking it over for a second, then just nodded. "yeah, i bet you think that’s a good idea," she said with a polite smile. "but i’m actually taken."

he laughed, like he didn’t believe her. "come on," he said, "you? you don’t date. i’ve seen you at these parties—you’re always hanging out with your sisters. you’re telling me you’re in a relationship?"

karina raised an eyebrow, not missing a beat. "yeah," she said. "with my girlfriend."

the guy just rolled his eyes. "i’m just saying… if you were really with someone, why are you still standing here talking to me?"

karina tilted her head, looking him dead in the eyes. "because i'm the president of the sorority, and i have to be nice," she said, not even trying to hide the sarcasm. "but it’s not like i want to be standing here with you."

before he could protest, karina took a step back, her attention immediately shifting when she saw you walking by with winter. without a second thought, she reached out, casually pulling you back by the arm, her fingers slipping down your wrist until her hand was in yours.

you turned to her with a smile.

"karina," you greeted. "what's up?"

without missing a beat, she stood up a little straighter and reached out, gently pulling you back by the arm. "wait, let me fix your hair," she said, as she lightly ran her fingers through your hair, brushing a few stray strands from your face.

"you're so cute," she said, and when her gaze met yours, you felt your face go hot. "it makes me want to kiss you."

you blinked. “oh.”

she cupped your face, leaning forward to connect your lips in a kiss. she kissed you once, twice, and a third time for good measure, just to prove a point. when she finally pulled back, karina tugged you along, glancing over her shoulder and finally acknowledging the guy, who had been watching the whole exchange with an open mouth.

"see? taken," she said. "not a chance."

the guy could only watch as you let karina drag you away, completely bewildered.

winter, who had also been watching from the side, shook her head.

"now i have to third wheel the two of them the whole night," she complained, crossing her arms.

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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.”

[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

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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.”

[fudgeez]

The Weight of Their Gaze - AESPA X FEM READER

Synopsis: When Le Sserafim's youngest member, Y/N, silences a scandal-mongering MC, she unknowingly ignites a dangerous obsession within Aespa. What starts as admiration morphs into a chilling possessiveness.

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Warnings : 18+ | yandere poly ot4 | men and minors dni

The MC, known for provoking drama, brings up recent controversies surrounding HYBE (Le Sserafim's label). Their questions are phrased to subtly imply Le Sserafim's involvement or responsibility, clearly aiming for a dramatic reaction.

The crimson velvet curtains shimmered as Le Sserafim took the stage. The roar of the crowd—a tidal wave of light and sound—washed over Y/N, the youngest member. She stood beside her unnies, a serene smile playing on her lips, but her sharp, observant eyes scanned the audience.

Tonight was a big night, the culmination of months of hard work. But the air crackled with a tension Y/N couldn't ignore. She had felt the weight of unseen eyes on her and her group since they had entered the venue, a palpable intensity radiating from a table near the front.

The MC, a man known for his controversial questions, stepped forward, his smile predatory.

"Le Sserafim, congratulations on your recent successes! But, of course, there’s been… well, let’s talk about your label. How do you, as a group, navigate these turbulent times? I mean, you have a big reputation, and you're one of the top girl groups."

The question hung in the air, thick with unspoken accusations. Y/N's unnies exchanged worried glances, their discomfort evident. The pressure to respond diplomatically was heavy.

A fierce, protective instinct surged within Y/N. Before anyone else could speak, she stepped forward, her voice calm and steady.

"Oh, you mean the issue that has absolutely nothing to do with us and everything to do with people meddling in things that don’t concern them? Yes, we're fully aware of the public's fascination with irrelevant matters. We're also aware that we’re here to celebrate the award music, not entertain gossip."

A wave of gasps rippled through the audience, echoed by the other idols present at the event. This was quickly followed by applause.

The MC, his smile faltering, stammered out a hasty transition to the next segment.

As Le Sserafim returned to their seats, they could clearly hear the murmurs from the other idols.

"Daebak!"

"I think she deserves to be the leader."

And many more.

As Y/N walked back, her gaze briefly locked with Aespa.

Karina, the leader, felt a surge of admiration for the maknae’s unwavering protectiveness. Giselle, a smirk playing on her lips, was captivated by the sharp wit that had effortlessly sliced through the tension. Winter, her gaze intense, was drawn to the quiet confidence radiating from Y/N. And Ningning, her eyes gleaming, saw the hidden fire beneath the composed surface.

"She’s… something," Ningning murmured, her voice barely audible above the applause.

"More than something," Karina replied, her eyes never leaving Y/N.

Y/N's POV

As soon as we arrived backstage, a wave of idols approached, offering words of encouragement.

"Fighting!"

"That was amazing, Y/N!"

"You really spoke up for your group. Respect!"

Their support warmed my heart, but a lingering weight still pressed down on my chest. I knew that while I had defended Le Sserafim, the consequences of my words were inevitable.

The moment we stepped into our waiting room, our manager was already there, arms crossed and an exasperated look on her face.

"Y/N, you know what will happen," she said, her voice sharp yet controlled.

I met her gaze and simply nodded. I had expected this. Speaking out on live television was never without repercussions, but I refused to let my group be treated unfairly. No one deserved to be put on the spot like that, especially when we were there to celebrate our hard work, not answer baseless gossip.

"I know," I replied, my voice steady. I sank onto the sofa, letting out a quiet sigh.

Sakura unnie, always the warmest, sat beside me and gently placed a hand on my arm.

"Thank you, maknae, but next time, let us handle it, okay?" she said softly before pulling me into a hug.

I leaned into her warmth, feeling the silent support from my members. They understood why I had spoken up, but they also worried for me.

Kazuha chuckled, shaking her head. "That was so cool, though. You really shut him down."

Chaewon unnie smirked. "The way his smile just disappeared? Priceless."

Eunchae giggled beside her. "Maknae on top for real!"

Despite the tension, laughter filled the room, easing the atmosphere. I smiled, feeling a little lighter knowing they had my back.

After a while, I felt a dryness in my throat and decided to get a soft drink. Our manager, who had softened slightly, offered to go instead, but I shook my head.

"I’ll go. I just need a moment alone," I assured her.

She sighed but nodded, and I stepped out into the quiet hallway.

The cool air brushed against my skin as I made my way toward the vending machine. The distant hum of activity from the main event still echoed faintly, but here, away from the flashing lights and probing eyes, I finally had a moment to breathe.

As I reached into my pocket for change, I heard footsteps approaching. Before I could turn, a familiar voice called out my name.

As I reached into my pocket for change, a cold can was suddenly pressed into my hand.

Startled, I looked up, my fingers curling instinctively around the drink.

"You looked like you needed this,"

a voice murmured.

I turned and found myself face-to-face with Giselle. Her smile was gentle—too gentle. There was something deliberate in her presence, as if she had been waiting for the perfect moment to step in.

"Thank you Sunbae," I said, my tone even. My eyes, however, narrowed slightly. I hadn’t missed the way aespa had been watching me throughout the night, their glances lingering just a bit too long. This encounter didn’t feel like mere coincidence.

Giselle tilted her head slightly, studying me with an unreadable expression. "You were amazing up there," she continued, her tone warm yet measured. "You really handled that situation with class."

"Thank you," I replied again—polite, but cautious. Compliments were nice, but I wasn’t naive. There was more to this conversation than admiration.

Before I could step away, another presence joined us—Winter.

"We were all really impressed," she said, her voice smooth, gaze locking onto mine. "It's admirable."

A shiver traced down my spine. Something about the way she said it, the way her gaze lingered, felt heavier than the words themselves.

I could feel it—the weight of their attention. The way they were analyzing me, dissecting every response, every movement.

Giselle crossed her arms, leaning casually against the vending machine. "Not everyone has it, though."

I took a sip of my drink, letting the cool liquid ease my throat. "No, they don’t."

Silence stretched between us, thick with unspoken words. A quiet challenge.

Then, the sound of approaching footsteps.

"Winter. Giselle."

Karina’s voice cut through the tension, steady and unreadable. I turned just as she stopped a few feet away, arms folded, watching the exchange with an expression that was hard to decipher. Behind her, Ningning’s sharp gaze flickered between me and the others, curiosity gleaming in her eyes.

Winter and Giselle exchanged a glance before stepping back slightly.

"We were just talking," Winter said, her tone laced with something unspoken.

Karina nodded once, then shifted her gaze to me. There was something there—understanding, curiosity… maybe even respect.

Giselle smirked. "See you around, Y/N."

Winter hesitated for a fraction of a second before following, casting me one last glance before disappearing down the hall with the others.

I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.

I wasn’t sure what they wanted just yet—but something told me this wouldn’t be the last time I’d find myself under their watchful eyes.

I wasn’t wrong.

Because now, here I was in the same room as Aespa once again. Giselle and Ningning, their bodies bare and gleaming in the soft light, moved with a fluid grace, their attention solely focused on me. Their kisses, once fleeting and tentative, were now deep and possessive, branding me as theirs. The taste of their lip gloss, a mix of sweet berries and something subtly metallic, filled my senses, a constant reminder of their claim.

My skin burned where their touches lingered, a mix of fear and an unwelcome, confusing heat. Their hands explored every curve and hollow of my body, their touch both reverent and demanding. I tried to push them away, to create some semblance of space, but they were relentless, their movements coordinated and purposeful.

Karina and Winter sat on a nearby armchair, their expressions unreadable. They watched the scene unfold with a detached intensity, their eyes gleaming with a possessive satisfaction. There was no pity, no remorse, only a cold, calculating hunger.

The memory faded, replaced by the reality of their touch, their kisses, their overwhelming presence. I was trapped, caught in their web, their obsession with a suffocating blanket. I could feel their desire, their hunger, their need to possess me completely.

"You're so beautiful, Y/N," Giselle murmured, her lips trailing down my neck. "So perfect."

"We're going to take care of you," Ningning whispered, her voice laced with a dark possessiveness. "We're going to protect you from everything."

Their words, meant to reassure, only fueled my fear. I knew that their protection was a cage, their love a suffocating hold. I was theirs, body and soul, and I didn't know if I would ever escape.

[jiminomenon]

assistant! reader ignoring model! karina after a fight

pairing: model! karina x female assistant! reader

word count: 942

summary: after a heated argument, y/n had enough of jimin’s antics and decided to ignore her completely. at first, jimin didn’t care—or at least, that’s what she told herself. but as the silence stretched on, frustration turned into something she didn’t want to acknowledge. jimin never apologized—she never had to. but for y/n? she just might make an exception.

from my series: the devil wears prada

jimin had never been good at saying sorry.

in fact, she rarely ever had to. apologies were for people who made mistakes, and as far as she was concerned, she was never wrong. people always bent to her will, never the other way around.

but this? this was unbearable.

it all started earlier that day, when jimin, in all her bratty, self-important glory, had snapped at y/n in front of an entire room of people.

the day had been chaotic—photoshoots, fittings, meetings with designers—and jimin had been running on nothing but black coffee, four hours of sleep, and sheer irritation.

y/n, ever the responsible assistant, had tried to remind her of a scheduling conflict, something about overlapping appointments and the need to reschedule one of them. but jimin, already overwhelmed and not in the mood to be nagged, had brushed her off.

no—brushed off was too soft. she had outright snapped.

“oh my god, y/n, just shut up for a second and let me think!”

the room had gone silent.

the stylists, the makeup artists, even the photographer—everyone had turned their heads, the tension so thick it was suffocating. jimin, in her frustration, hadn’t thought much of it at the time. she had simply turned back to her reflection in the mirror, adjusting the outfit she was wearing like nothing had happened.

but y/n’s expression had flickered, lips pressed together as she inhaled slowly through her nose. she hadn’t said a word in response. instead, she had simply nodded, composed and professional as ever, before quietly stepping away.

jimin should have known then.

should have known that y/n was really mad.

and now, hours later, as they sat in jimin’s penthouse, jimin was suffering the consequences.

y/n was ignoring her.

not in the petty, passive-aggressive way that most people did, where they sighed dramatically and stomped around to make a point. no, y/n was doing it with precision. calculated indifference.

she still did her job—setting down jimin’s evening tea, organizing her schedule, responding to emails. but she did it all without a single glance in jimin’s direction.

no sarcastic remarks, no witty comebacks, not even an exasperated “jimin, please.”

just silence.

jimin hated it.

she was used to being the center of attention, used to people doting on her, catering to her every whim. even when she and y/n did fight, it never lasted long because, inevitably, jimin would do something to annoy her into speaking again.

but this? this was like being invisible.

and jimin hated being invisible.

finally, she snapped.

“are you seriously still mad?” jimin demanded from her spot on the couch.

silence.

y/n didn’t even look up from her tablet, fingers tapping away like jimin hadn’t spoken at all.

jimin narrowed her eyes. “y/n.”

nothing.

she huffed, draping herself over the armrest dramatically. “come on,” she groaned. “you’re acting like a child.”

y/n continued scrolling.

jimin was starting to lose patience.

“y/n, i swear, if you keep this up, i’ll—”

y/n suddenly stood, grabbing the empty teacup from the coffee table before turning towards the kitchen, still not acknowledging jimin.

jimin scoffed. “oh my god. you do realize you work for me, right? ignoring me isn’t exactly part of your job description.”

silence.

y/n rinsed the cup under the sink.

jimin followed her, stopping at the counter.

“so that’s it? you’re just going to act like i don’t exist?” jimin pressed, crossing her arms.

y/n continued drying the cup, her expression unreadable.

jimin tapped her fingers against the counter impatiently. “y/n.”

y/n set the cup down.

“y/n,” jimin repeated, her voice a little softer this time.

nothing.

the frustration bubbling inside her started shifting into something else. something… unfamiliar.

jimin sighed, shifting her weight. “look.” she rubbed her arm, suddenly feeling uncharacteristically awkward. she averted her eyes before forcing herself to meet y/n’s gaze.

“i guess—i might’ve—been a little…” she grimaced, struggling to force the words out. “harsh earlier.”

y/n raised an eyebrow.

jimin exhaled sharply. “ugh, fine,” she relented. “i was rude. there. i said it.”

y/n remained unimpressed.

jimin clenched her jaw. “what more do you want?”

y/n sighed, finally setting the towel down. “i just don’t get why you have to be like that sometimes.”

jimin frowned. “like what?”

“mean,” y/n deadpanned. “you treat people like they’re disposable when you’re stressed out. i get that you have a lot on your plate, but i’m not your punching bag, jimin.”

jimin opened her mouth to argue but promptly shut it when she realized… y/n wasn’t wrong.

and that was a hard pill to swallow.

she scowled, rubbing the back of her neck. “i didn’t mean to snap at you.”

y/n tilted her head. “then why did you?”

jimin hesitated.

she wasn’t used to admitting when she was wrong.

she wasn’t used to… this.

after a long pause, she sighed heavily. “because i was frustrated,” she muttered.

y/n blinked, taken aback by the rare moment of honesty.

jimin clicked her tongue. “but i shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”

y/n crossed her arms, leaning against the counter. “you think?”

jimin rolled her eyes. “don’t push it.”

y/n smirked. “i dunno, i think i should push it. this is the first time i’ve seen you be considerate.”

jimin scoffed. “shut up.”

y/n laughed, shaking her head before stepping away.

jimin watched her go, feeling… lighter.

she still hated apologizing.

she still hated admitting she was wrong.

but for y/n?

she supposed she could make an exception.

[vvousmevoyez]

tw: anal. nsfw

roommate!karina, who pretends not to enjoy it but keeps losing your bets to have her ass fingered & cums the hardest whenever you slip a finger on her ass while playing with her pussy.

pt.1 | pt.2 | pt.3

“w-what are you doing, y/n?” karina stuttered, tensing under your touches.

it wasn’t rare for the two of you to be like this: making out on the couch, with a squirmy karina on your lap while your hands wander to places they probably shouldn’t.

you groped her ass, pressing wet kisses on her neck as you watched karina purr, rocking on your thigh. she looked the prettiest like this— hot, sweaty and with her mind starting to feel fuzzy, leaving her pliable.

one of your fingers trailed lower, a ghost of a brush on her asshole. not pressing, not demanding. just there. as a mere idea, to let your roommate’s mind wander to the ocean of things you wished do to her perfect body.

karina’s muscles tensed immediately, her pretty little mouth opening up once again to complain and whine about your intentions for the night.

the gorgeous girl wasn’t hard to read— anticipating her actions was rather easy. you smiled, knuckles brushing her clothed cunt instead of giving in to her hesitation.

“relax, baby.” your low tone was soothing, reassuring as you continue groping her skin. “you don’t need to think, ‘rina. i’ve got you. i’ll make you feel good, okay? you just have to empty your pretty little mind and be good for me.”

slick already coveted her panties when you helped her out of the blue, tiny set she was wearing. every since you’ve started regularly making out, karina made sure to always wear her prettiest lingerie. so eager to impress you, anxious for your unpredictable touches. anytime, anywhere.

karina secretly loved that.

she was your pretty girl, so ready to do anything as long as you guaranteed she’d cum. all it took was a little cooing to get her in the right direction.

“want your fingers…” your roommate whined, brushing her short hair away from her face.

karina’s pleads were, of course, always attended. your thumb stopped toying with her clit, giving way for your fingers to enter her warm, wet slit. you loved how her cunt always so eager for you, walls moving as karina moaned loudly and freely with how good you were filling her up.

her gorgeous, lustrous body made it nearly impossible for you to wait for her to get used to the invasion. soon enough, you added two more fingers to her greedy pussy, thrusting lazily and not at all how she liked it.

you wanted her to complain, to ask for more. it’s the reason you keep kissing her neck and whispering all the vile, dirty things you wished to mark on her skin.

karina was quickly on edge. her skin was sticky with sweat and an adorable pout adorned her face. “y/n, please…” she looked at you with her fuck me eyes, impatient from being denied of the pleasure you were usually so quick so give her. “‘wanna cum, p-please.”

with a faint laugh, you increased your thrusts on her swollen cunt. at the same time, saliva-coated fingers circled karina's asshole, as you slippled a finger in. she was relaxed enough that it entered easily, adding even more to her pleasure.

“you're so tight, 'rina.” you murmured, aligning your movements so your roommate would get used to the burning, intriguing sensation brought by your fingering. her walls tightened, making you kiss her to have her calm under you once again. “feels so good to have you clenching all over my fingers. is it good, baby? is my puppy feeling good?”

it's obvious, from the way karina closes her eyes and turns her head away, that she doesn't want to admit that having you on her ass is sending her to the stars. she's never had that familiar sensation on her lower abdomen build up so fast, so strongly. as much as she'd like to feel more, the girl would never admit it.

not wanting to overwhelm your roommate but rather have her used to it, you kept fingering her without any further movements. karina only hummed, rocking her hips agains your hands as she prepared for her orgasm to come.

"'gna cum.” she announced, reaching her peak with a loud cry while making a mess all over your hand.

you make sure to spread the white, creamy juices all over her sex, massaging her clit as you let her twitch and try to get away from your touches. her thighs were shaking so much karina carved her nails on your shoulders, trying to steady herself as her orgasm traveled to every corner of her body. you both knew she’s never had a pleasure strong like this before. one that left her disoriented, face all red and a swollen, aching cunt.

karina could feel her entire body still pulsating, in need of more. not that she'd ask for it. she refused— karina's well aware that you'd make her say the words loud and clear, and only then would you make her cum.

“good girls say thanks, you know.” you teased, running your teeth against her jaw. despite waiting patiently for your roommate to calm down, your fingers still lingered on her ass. tapping, brushing.

just a reminder that eventually, karina would take whatever you wanted to give her.

karina hid her head on the crook of your shoulder, too shy to stare. “thanks, y/n.”

such a good girl, she is. came so hard and obediently. you’re eager to use her some more.

you'd make her ask for more of it, on times to come.

[myuareustillsleeping]

My only love

→ ceo! yu jimin x wife!reader

synopsis: although jimin is a cold hearted ceo and boss to others, to y/n she’s her loving wife. so she will do anything for her.

warnings : fluff, jimin being frustrated with her workers, kissing, hugging, (name)’s ex working for jimin and gets fired.

(lowercase intended!)

wc: 711 words

“I TOLD YOU I NEEDED THIS DONE BY TODAY!” jimin’s, more known as karina, voice bounced off the walls as she pinched her nose in frustration. “just get out.” she sighed. she had a bad day today, partly because of the coffee machine being broken and she couldn’t have her coffee before starting work. being a ceo sure has its perks but also its consequences. her father had passed down his position to his heir, jimin, when she was 19. she’s 24 now and happily married due to an arranged marriage requested by her father.

a knock was heard from the door. “come in.” she said in a firm voice not even looking up. the woman walked in and put her arms infront of her in a polite manner.“ms yu, there’s someone here for you.” the assistant’s monotone voice ringed in jimin’s ear in a irritating way. “let them in.” she said while typing something. yu (name)’s head can be seen peeking from outside the door as if she was hiding.

the assistant nodded and opened the door abit more. jimin looked up and it was as if all her bad feelings were gone and stuffed in a hole never to be seen again. the assistant immediately headed out the door once (name) had entered the room. the assistant gently closed the door and got back to her work. “(name) darling, what are you doing here?” she stood up and said in a sweet soft voice.

“you left me in the bed alone with ice cream.” (name) pouted and crossed her arms in a jokingly manner. ice cream was their dog which they had adopted 2 months ago. they treated it as if they were their real child. “i’m so sorry, there was an emergency i had to fix.” she held out her arms and (name) walked into her arms. (name) buried her nose in jimin’s neck, inhaling the scent of the perfume that she always used.

“it’s okay.” (name) looked up and smiled at her. (name) giggled, that giggle turned into a laugh. jimin had a concerned and confused expression on her face. “why are you laughing?” she chuckled, finding this adorable. “you know, i heard you yelling at your workers.”(name) giggled like a child. jimin’s eyes widened. “oh.” was all she said.

(name) giggled, “i didn’t know you were like this.” jimin smiled and squished her cheeks, “that’s because i never do it around you, you don’t deserve to hear me yelling at people. i love you too much to do that.”

“i was hoping to hang out with you today, but it seems like you are too busy.” (name) pouted and puffed her cheeks out. “nonsense, i’ll cancel all my plans today.” jimin kissed (name)’s cheek. “you’d do that for me?” (name)’s eyes lit up. “i’d do anything for you.” jimin gave a small peck on (name)’s lips.

there was a knock on the door.

(name) immediately sat down on the chair infront of jimin and tried to look as professional as she could. “come in!” jimin’s voiced boomed. the door creaked opened revealing a man wearing glasses, he was one of jimin’s assistant.

“ricky?” (name)’s eyes widen as she saw her ex standing at the door. ricky’s eyes widen as he looked at (name). he gulped before looking at jimin. jimin was giving him a cold glare to hurry up and leave them alone. “ms yu-“ “did you just ignore (name)? who do you think you are.” her voice judging and questioning him. “ricky, get out. i don’t want to see your face anymore.” (name) said turning her head away from him.

jimin looked at him expectingly to get out. “ms yu-“ “GET OUT!” her voice loud and clear as she stood up. ricky nodded urgently and rushed out of the room closing the door behind him. jimin sighed, “who does he think he is?”

“he’s my ex.” (name) said in a quiet voice. jimin’s eyes widened and quickly called her other assistant to fetch ricky and bring him to her office. “dear, i’m so sorry, i didn’t know-“ “it’s okay jimin.” (name) cut her off and kissed her on the forehead.

soon a knock on the door could be heard, “come in.” this time, jimin didn’t shout. “ms yu, i have brought him like you requested.” she said in a monotone voice. “thank you, you may go.” jimin dismissed her and the assistant closed the door. “you.” jimin said pointing at him. “who do you think you are to talk to MY (name) like that?” her voice loud. “i-i-..” he stuttered and his fingers fidgeting.

“you’re fired.” she said coldly. ricky just stood there looking at (name) for help, unfortunately for him (name) was avoiding his gaze. “well what are you still doing here? do i need to get security on you?” she asked looking at him harshly. “n-no ma’am.” he shook his head and opened the door with his sweaty palms. the moment the door had closed, (name) lashed onto jimin’s lap and kissed her deeply. jimin was shocked but nonetheless her hands were on (name)’s waist.

“i love you.” (name) whispered under her breath.

“i love you too.”

[b1mbodoll]

pairings: yoo karina x f! reader

warnings: vampire! karina + vampire hunter! reader + blood + g!p + biting + breeding

💌: shoutout to soundgasm femdom vampire audios and rose toys!!!!!!

hunting g!p vampire karina .. ‘s a cat n mouse game between the two of you, her coming close enough to turn you, fangs inches from your throat before you stab her thigh with a stake.. you finding one of her hideouts, behind her with a stake before she suddenly disappears, vampire speed allowing her to suddenly have you pressed against the wall.

she doesn’t really wanna kill you! just wants to breed the pretty little hunter that’s been tracking her consistently. n she doesnt seem to mind the back n forth between you two, it only makes her wanna break you more. wants to have you at her mercy, with her thick, long cock rearranging your insides.

you struggle against her, trying to face her but it’s no use, you’re no match for her inhuman strength.

she wants to see you, so once you’ve finished squirming she turns you around herself, keeping your wrists pinned above your head. “aren’t you just the sweetest little thing..” she coos, leaning into your neck n inhaling deeply, her tongue flicking out to drag along your jugular. “smell so sweet, darling. bet you taste even better.”

you sneer at her, ignoring the ache between your legs. “fuck off, m not your bloodbag, bitch.”

“well, that’s certainly no way to speak to someone that could kill you in a second, is it? i’ll rip your throat out before you can even call for help if you don’t behave.”

once you’ve settled down, rina tears your top off, eyes locked on your tits as she uses one hand to tug your bra below them, wanting to get a proper look. “such beautiful tits.. tell me huntress, you seem to hate me, yet your scent carries hints of arousal.. why is that?”

you refuse to meet her eyes, choosing to keep your mouth shut. she simply tuts, groping your chest and pinching your nipple between her fingers.

“well, since you don’t want to tell me, i’ll have to assume it’s because you want me just as much as i want you.”

“did you know i’ve fantasized about this?” she presses an openmouthed kiss to your collarbone, “about how well you’d take my cock in your slutty cunt. and now,” karina slides her hand between your legs, pressing her fingers against your clothed pussy. “looks like i won’t have to anymore. ‘m gonna breed you, human.”

she’s ballsdeep in your hole, her drool making a mess on your neck and chest, strings of saliva clinging to her bottom lip as she pulls away from your nipple, her teeth aching to sink into the flesh.

“fuck— oh god. fuck you, karina.” you groan, biting your lip in an effort to contain your moans of pleasure. rather than snark back, the vampire indulges in a bit of your blood, cupping your tit in her hand before biting the soft skin, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as your pussy clenches around her length and your blood floods her mouth.

she sucks and sucks and sucks, getting drunk off the taste of you, her cock twitching inside of you when your hands push at her head, pressing her face deeper into your chest.

for someone that didn’t seem to want this, you sure seem to be enjoying yourself.

you’re completely delirious from the loss of blood, moaning out her name and once karina’s had her fill you whine at her, trying to press your lips to hers n failing. but she isn’t completely cruel, bloodstained lips meeting yours as she continues to batter your cervix, cockhead slamming into you unrelentlessly.

the taste of iron in your mouth causes you to to wince but the vampire wont let you pull away, sloppily kissing you and making a mess of your pretty face with your own blood.

the sight is enough to make karina come, biting your jaw before pressing her hips into yours, cock impossibly deep inside of you, the tip piercing your cervix as it twitches, spilling rope after rope of her thick, sticky semen into your womb.

and don’t even think of running away; karina’s dreamed of having you as her pet, there’s no way she’s letting you go.

[fellominaarcher]

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

⤷ stripper!karina x g!p femreader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

11:34 PM.

The chauffeur exited the vehicle and opened the passenger door.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The receptionist shifted uncomfortably.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The doorbell buzzed again, more impatient this time.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Y/N’s breath hitched.

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

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

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

And yet Y/N couldn’t look away.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The room smelled of vanilla and sex.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The words were gasoline on an already blazing fire.

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

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

“Let me hear you,” Y/N hissed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Neither said a word.

Probably the post-sex stuff getting to them.

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

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[wherethefireliliesgrow]

Already Yours (Part 1)

Yoo Jimin (Karina) x Reader

GENRE: angst, fluff, arranged marriage

TYPE: Two Shot

Inspired by: urs-NIKI

A/N: i received several arranged marriage request for the past two years, but it felt too different to what i usually wrote. since it's the start of a new year and the best time to try something new...here you gooooo! a special thank you to @neoplatinum! i re-read several of her works to gain some inspiration for this one. highly recommend everyone checking out her posts :)

The heavy doors swung open, slamming against the wall with a resounding crash that echoed through the room. A tall, willowy figure dressed in a professional tan suit strode toward you, the sharp click of her heels punctuating the silence as she crossed the pristine marble floors. Behind her, two broad-shouldered bodyguards trailed in silence, their faces impassive. In contrast, her long black hair flowed behind her, each step full of purpose and anger. Scratch that. Lady Jimin was seething, her usually soft features now hard with barely contained anger.

“What is this, father?” Jimin addressed the old duke beside you, completely ignoring your presence.

Duke Yoo coughed, a nervous, helpless sound that filled the room. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he fidgeted, clearly at a loss for words.

Before he could find his voice, his son stepped forward, his demeanor calm and predatory.

“Pleasant surprise seeing you here, Jimin.” Heesung’s smile was too smooth, his voice disgustingly sweet.

“Not much of a surprise, since this is the signing of my marriage certificate.” Jimin snapped, her eyes burning with a fire so intense it felt like she could burn the entire Y/LN enterprise building to the ground.

Your father, ever the one to involve himself in drama, couldn’t resist. “Ah, Lady Jimin. It's nice to finally meet my my future daughter-in-law.”

He moved toward her, arms wide, offering a false sense of warmth.

“There’s no way I’m getting tangled in your slimy business ventures, Y/LN.” Jimin spat, laced with pure contempt.

The room fell silent, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. The Duke shot a quick, nervous glance at your father’s impassive expression, sweat dripping down his chin now.

“I’m so sorry, Y/LN-nim.” The Duke hurriedly walked over to your father’s side.

“We didn’t have time to explain the agreement to Jimin. Let us talk to her first.”

“It seems she’s lacking in manners.” your father’s voice dropped several octaves, low and dangerous. “Perhaps we should address this before we finalize anything.”

Jimin’s anger flared, but it was quickly replaced by something darker—fear. As she caught sight of the cruel smile spreading across your father’s face, a cold shiver ran down her spine. The man was notorious for his ruthlessness, a cold, calculating figure who had controlled the country’s economy for decades. His power wasn’t just in his wealth, it was in his ability to make people tremble.

Even her bodyguards hesitated, inching closer to her but unsure whether to act.

That’s when you stepped forward, your silence broken at last.

You moved in front of your father, your hand gripping his arm and pulling him toward the desk. The weight of the room seemed to shift as your presence took control.

“Enough, father.” Your voice was soft, but unwavering, cutting through the tension like a knife. “Let’s just finish this.”

Without another word, you reached for the inkstand, pressing your thumb into the dark ink and leaving a red fingerprint on the flimsy paper.

You lifted your gaze, locking eyes with Jimin, expressionless.

Jimin let out a frustrated sigh, her fingers threading through her hair as she surrendered herself to the inevitable. She walked over and pressed her own delicate fingers to the paper, leaving a red mark beside yours. The blood-red ink seemed to mock her, a symbol of fate she could neither escape nor control.

“Good.” Heesung’s voice sliced through the silence, “Let’s let the lovebirds go and we can start talking business.”

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The banquet buzzed with noise, of laughter, chatter, and clinking glasses. Friends, business partners, and classmates gathered, their faces painted with polite smiles and hidden agendas. Even the royal family was here to watch you and Jimin repeat the fake vows, marking as the wedding of the year.

The media waited outside, hoping to catch a glimpse of the wedding, to catch a glimpse of you and Jimin. After all, neither of you came from unknown backgrounds. Both of you were heirs to two of the most powerful families in the country. The cameras, the whispers...it was impossible to escape the spotlight, even if the marriage was nothing more than a strategic alliance disguised as a union.

Jimin, the eldest daughter from House Yoo of Luthraine, stood at the center of it all. Her family ruled the country’s banking, their influence far-reaching. The duke, her father, was weak and easily swayed. His wife, however, had made up for it with her sharp mind—until her untimely death left House Yoo in shambles, and its future in the hands of Heesung, her son. A reckless choice that led to disaster. Jimin had stepped up to manage the family’s failing finances as soon as she turned 18. Clever, soft-hearted, and breathtakingly beautiful, Yoo Jimin was someone everyone admired.

Then there was you.

The sole heir to Y/LN Enterprise, the largest multinational conglomerate in investment banking and real estate. You were known for your reserved demeanor, your sharp mind, and your ability to observe everything with calculating precision. Unlike your father, who was feared for his temper and ruthless business tactics, you operated quietly, out of the spotlight. Most people found you distant, cold even, but you never played the villain. You simply didn't care for the politics of the game.

Despite growing up in the same world, you and Jimin had never really connected.

You’d gone to the same prestigious, ridiculously overpriced private schools, but Jimin had always been surrounded by a crowd, adored by everyone. You, however, had preferred to keep to yourself, always in the background, never truly seen, yet always watching.

“What’s the bride doing here drinking alone?” A warm voice interrupted your thoughts, bringing a grin to your face.

“You should be celebrating with your wife for a happy marriage.”

“If that’s what you expect from an arranged marriage,” you laughed, sloshing the champagne in your glass, “then you’ve got it all wrong, Hwang.”

Yeji, your best friend and business partner, flopped down beside you. She smoothed out her lavender dress and white wool jacket with practiced grace. It was strange to see her in a dress, usually preferring professional suits for work.

“You look hot. Very lady-like,” you teased, earning a middle finger from her.

“Shut up, Y/LN.” She sniffed, then waved over a server to order a beer, an odd contrast to how she was dressed. “Besides, you’re the one who chose these stupid lavender dresses for the bridesmaids.”

“Jimin, not me.” You shrugged, your head spinning from the alcohol. “I didn’t attend any of the marriage meetings.”

Your gaze drifted across the room, landing on the raven-haired girl as she danced with her friends, smiling effortlessly, her usual scowl replaced with something more relaxed.

“Seriously?” Yeji’s voice was laced with disappointment.

“I didn’t expect you to let your partner do all the work. What happened to chivalry?”

“Honestly, Jimin looks like she’ll bite my head off every time I try to talk to her. So I thought I’d just let her decide.” You drained your glass, the words slipping out.

“I kind of ruined her chance for love, so the least I can do is let her have this.”

“You didn’t ruin anything.” Yeji’s tone softened. “You were trying to help her. I think you should just give this marriage a chance.”

You shook your head stubbornly, ordering another drink. Yeji’s concerned gaze bore into you, but you ignored it. This was your pity party, and you were the guest of honor.

“I’m planning on keeping my distance,” you said, wobbling off the stool and grabbing your fresh glass.

“And finding a way to get her out of this mess.”

Yeji rushed to steady you, wrapping her arms around you in a warm embrace. Her heart ached for you, but this was beyond anyone’s control.

“Just try, Y/N,” she said gently, before muttering, “Jesus, you’re drunk.”

She managed to straighten you up, her hands resting on your shoulders as she faced you.

“Besides, didn’t you have a crush on her in high school?” Yeji added, her voice thoughtful as she stood before you.

“Shut up, Yeji,” you hissed, suddenly sober, your eyes flicking to something—or rather, someone—behind her.

“I mean, you liked her for, like, three years? Four?” Yeji rambled on, oblivious to the fear flashing in your eyes.

“Yeji. Yeji. Yeji.”

“What?” Yeji followed your gaze, then stumbled back in shock.

Jimin stood with another girl, her face twisted in something you couldn’t quite comprehend, while the girl beside her shot Yeji a playful grin.

“Ah… Lady Jimin,” Yeji quickly bowed, her face burning with embarrassment. “It’s nice to finally meet you. I’m Yeji. Hwang Yeji.”

Jimin gave a curt nod, waving her off dismissively. “Just Jimin is fine. This is Ryujin, from the House of Shin.”

Jimin’s voice softened as she turned to you. “Y/N? Can I talk to you?”

You barely had time to compose yourself before you answered, “Yes.”

Without another word, Jimin walked off, expecting you to follow.

As you passed, you heard Ryujin's voice, teasing, “So… beer for the pretty lady? That’s special. I like special.”

The back door of the banquet hall creaked open as Jimin led you down a deserted hallway, pulling you into an empty room. You glanced over her, taking in the sight of her ivory lace wedding gown—still pristine, despite everything.

Yoo Jimin was undeniably beautiful, with soft brown eyes full of emotion, a delicate nose, and full pink lips. A cute mole on the corner of her mouth that would lift whenever she smiled. But ever since that fateful event two months ago, her face was set in a permanent frown, her brows furrowed in frustration. You wanted to reach out, smooth away the crease between them, but you stopped yourself.

“You’re drunk.” Jimin said, her voice a little softer as she surveyed your ruffled state.

“A bit.” you admitted, running a hand down your dress to smooth the creases.

She sighed, her expression softening. Then, she moved closer, adjusting the straps of your dress. The touch of her fingers against your skin sent a jolt of electricity through you. Your heart hammered in your chest.

You froze, then pulled away, putting more distance between you. Hurt flickered in her eyes, but she quickly masked it with annoyance.

“What did you want to talk about, Jimin?” you asked, trying to sound composed.

Jimin’s frown deepened as she met your gaze.

“I wanted to clarify a few things.” she said, her voice more subdued than before.

“I’ve been thinking about this marriage.”

You remained silent, waiting for her to continue.

“I never wanted this,” she continued, her words slow and deliberate. “I never wanted to marry you. I had no choice. I loathe your family—I know what your father’s been doing all these years—but my hands are tied. I just wanted you to know that before you get any wrong ideas.”

Her words hit harder than you expected, each one a jagged knife twisting in your chest. You knew how she felt, but that didn’t make it any easier to hear.

You forced a calm expression, masking the ache inside. “If I had a choice, I wouldn’t choose this either,” you said, your voice cool.

“Don’t worry, I’ll find a way to end this marriage soon.”

Jimin nodded, her expression softening for a second. “Good. Now let’s play the part of a happy newlywed.”

She grabbed your arm, pulling you back toward the banquet hall, both of you walking side by side, smiles on your faces. Neither one of them reached your eyes.

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Living with you was unexpectedly easy.

You were quiet, meticulous to the point of being a neat freak, and even more of a workaholic than she was, rarely coming home before midnight. In the three months since your marriage, you hadn’t spent much time together. Yet, Jimin found herself looking forward to mornings. Brief moments where you prepared breakfast for both of you and shared a table. Most of the conversation came from her, while you listened quietly. You made it clear her words mattered, even if you rarely offered anything in return.

But she couldn’t shake the sense that she was speaking into a void. You were polite and attentive, yet you remained distant, never letting her glimpse beyond the surface.

She often snuck in a few glances at you while you drove her to work, admiring your side profile. She liked the sharpness of your cat-like eyes, always attentive to what she was saying, and the slight curve of your full lips whenever she said something funny. You were beautiful in an understated way, the kind of beauty that lingered in her mind.

Maybe marriage with you wasn’t as bad as she’d expected. But that didn’t stop her from craving something more.

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Work had been unusually slow lately. Ever since her marriage to you, the problems plaguing the bank branches under House Yoo of Luthraine had mysteriously disappeared. Gone were the endless debt, trade misconduct, and countless scandals she’d spent months trying to resolve. Her brother was off doing God knows what, leaving her to manage everything else on her own. She could only hope he wasn’t causing more trouble...the kind that had landed her in this marriage in the first place.

Sighing, Jimin took off her thin-framed silver glasses and rubbed her eyes, signaling the rest of the board that the morning meeting was over. The meeting room gradually emptied, leaving the young royalty in solitude, save for Ryujin, casually leaning in the leather chair next to her with a sly grin.

“Yoo Jimin, tired of work? I can’t believe it.” The young duchess teased, “Did you and Y/N stay up too late doing the dirty?”

Jimin choked on her coffee, nearly spilling the dark liquid on her crisp blouse.

“What? No,” she sputtered, her face reddening at the thought. “I’ve just been having trouble sleeping.”

Ryujin raised a brow, clearly unconvinced. “Still hate her?”

“I don’t hate her,” Jimin muttered, her voice quieter now. “I never hated her. Just her family.”

“Well, you’re stuck with her now. Might as well make it work. Maybe you should try acutally talking to her.”

“We do talk,” Jimin countered defensively. “It’s just... one-sided. I’m the one doing all the sharing. She never talks about herself. It’s like trying to have a conversation with an AI.”

Ryujin held back a laugh, “well to be fair, you do talk a lot, Jimin.”

Jimin shot her a sharp glare. “I do not.”

Ryujin’s grin only widened. “Sure. And she’s always working late because she just loves the office, right? Has nothing to do with cleaning up your brother’s mess?”

“What mess?”

“Wait, she didn’t tell you?” Ryujin frowned. “Yeji mentioned they’ve been working overtime to cover up some of the debt Heesung left from one of your family branches. That was part of the marriage deal.”

Jimin slumped back in her seat, stunned. She knew her brother had contributed to the downfall of her family-led banks, but he’d kept the full scope of it hidden. She had assumed the marriage proposal was purely for your family’s access to her network and land holdings, not their debt.

You were the reason why her family debts were gone.

Ryujin’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “C’mon, let’s visit Y/LN Enterprise after work. I’ll drive.”

Jimin frowned, confused. “Why?”

“The way to the heart is through the stomach,” Ryujin said with a grin. “And I also want to see my girl.”

“Your girl?”

“Well, not yet. But I’m getting there,” Ryujin laughed, her confidence unwavering.

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“What kind of food does she like?” Ryujin asked, backing her car out of the parking lot.

“I have no idea,” Jimin admitted reluctantly.

“Seriously?” Ryujin shot her an exasperated look, sighing in defeat. “Let me ask Yeji.”

This marriage was proving to be a tough case to crack.

Twenty minutes later, Jimin found herself standing in front of your office door, a box of jjajangmyeon in her hands. Ryujin had dropped her off with a giggle before driving away, Yeji seated beside her, cheeks dusted pink.

Jimin’s heart twisted with a pang of envy as she watched her friend. She wanted that kind of love, as much as she hated admitting it to herself.

Before she could muster the courage to knock, the door swung open, and you nearly bumped into her, face-first.

“What the f—” You stopped mid-sentence, eyes widening in surprise. “Jimin?”

“Hi.” Her voice was timid, suddenly laced with awkwardness.

“Is everything okay?” you asked, your concern obvious in your tone. “Did something happen?”

“No!” She cleared her throat hastily, then raised the box in her hands.

“I brought you dinner. Thought you might be hungry.”

“Oh, I—” Her gesture caught you off guard, your carefully constructed walls crumbling. You were already finding it hard to maintain your distance, and now this small act of care threatened to shatter your resolve completely.

“Thank you,” you said, regaining some composure. “Please, come in.”

You stepped aside, and she walked in, her gaze sweeping across the room.

Jimin took her time studying your office while you dug into the noodles, only now realizing just how hungry you were.

She paused at a photo on your desk, one of you and Yeji at senior prom. In it, Yeji was having the time of her life, while you looked like a drenched cat reluctantly dancing with your friend.

“You look so miserable,” Jimin giggled, her voice teasing as she turned to you.

Your mouth was full of noodles, and you hastily swallowed in an attempt to respond.

“Dancing isn’t exactly my forte,” you admitted, your tone calm, though the tips of your ears betrayed your embarrassment. “But you’re good at that, right? I remember you won prom queen that year.”

Her heart fluttered at your words. So you had been paying attention, even back then—even when Yeji had mentioned you had a crush on someone else in high school.

As she continued her inspection of your office, Jimin noted how bare it was. Aside from the photo with Yeji and a few scattered pens on your desk, there wasn’t much personality in the room. She made a mental note to change that.

When you finally finished eating, an awkward silence settled between the two of you.

“Thank you for the food,” you said again, your voice soft. “It was really good.”

Jimin hummed in acknowledgment, her honey-brown eyes piercing into yours. The intensity of her gaze made you fidget slightly, but you held it nonetheless.

“I know about the debt,” she said finally.

Your eyes widened briefly, but you masked your reaction quickly, choosing your words carefully.

“Sorry for not telling you,” you said, your tone steady, though your fingers twitched nervously against the desk. "I didn't know how."

She shook her head and reached over, her warm, soft hands covering yours. The simple touch sent your heart racing.

“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice gentle. Her lips curved into a smile, one that you weren’t used to seeing on her usually stoic face.

Your cheeks flushed scarlet, and you cleared your throat in embarrassment. “It’s nothing.”

At your feigned nonchalance, Jimin couldn’t resist teasing you. Maybe you weren’t as robotic as she’d initially thought.

With a mischievous grin, she intertwined her fingers with yours, her thumb drawing slow circles on your palm.

“Can you drive me home?” she asked innocently. “Ryujin drove me here.”

You quickly composed yourself, pulling your hand away and shaking your head as if to dispel the spell she had cast. Something about Yoo Jimin made resisting her nearly impossible, and maintaining your distance was proving to be an uphill battle.

“I can, but I have one more meeting tonight. Can you wait?”

She nodded, her soft smile making it hard to focus.

Just then, the speaker on your desk crackled to life.

“Ms. Y/LN, Ms. Kim is here.”

You pressed the button to respond. “Let her up.”

“There’s a meeting room next to my office,” you told Jimin. “You can wait for me there.”

She nodded again, her smile lingering as she moved toward the door. You couldn’t help but mirror the expression, the corners of your mouth lifting involuntarily.

“I’ll see you in a bit. Good luck with your meeting,” she said warmly, opening the door.

What she didn’t expect, however, was to come face-to-face with one of her flings from the past: Kim Minjeong of Legacy Capital Enterprise.

Jimin froze in the doorway, her breath hitching as recognition struck. Minjeong’s sharp gaze softened, her lips curling into a slow, confident smirk that Jimin had once thought charming but now found unbearably loaded with unspoken memories.

“Jimin.” Minjeong drawled, her voice dripping with smug familiarity. “It’s been a while.”

“Minjeong.” Jimin replied stiffly, her voice strained. Her fingers gripped the doorframe tightly, grounding herself as the weight of the past surged back, enveloping her in the awkwardness of their shared history.

Minjeong’s eyes flicked to the now-empty box of jjajangmyeon in Jimin’s hands, then trailed back up, her smirk deepening. “Didn’t expect to see you here. Late-night visits? How... intimate.”

Jimin’s heart skipped a beat. The insinuation in Minjeong’s tone made her skin crawl, her shoulders stiffening.

“I could say the same about you,” she retorted, her voice sharp but betraying a hint of nervousness.

Minjeong opened her mouth to reply, but before she could, you appeared behind Jimin, your steady presence immediately commanding the room.

“Ms. Kim,” you greeted coolly, your professional demeanor slipping into place. “Shall we?”

Minjeong’s gaze flicked to you briefly, her expression unreadable, before sliding back to Jimin. The smirk didn’t falter, but her eyes sparkled with something almost predatory.

 “Of course.” she said smoothly, stepping into the office.

Jimin stepped aside hastily, her shoulders tight, feeling the weight of Minjeong’s gaze lingering on her as she passed. She silently prayed that Minjeong wouldn’t say anything more, wouldn’t twist the knife any further.

“I’ll see you after the meeting,” you said softly to Jimin, your voice warm despite the neutral expression on your face.

Jimin gave a quick nod, her stomach twisting as you closed the door behind you, sealing her alone with her thoughts.

Inside your office, Minjeong wasted no time in testing your patience.

“You have a lovely wife.” Minjeong remarked, leaning back in her chair as if she owned the room. “You must be very... proud.”

Your eyes narrowed slightly, though your tone remained calm. “Jimin’s her own person. I don’t take pride in people like they’re possessions.”

Minjeong’s smirk didn’t waver. “Interesting choice of words.”

The meeting dragged on, but your focus remained sharp, despite the growing frustration bubbling beneath the surface. You didn’t have the luxury of cutting ties with Minjeong, not when your efforts to rebuild Jimin’s family’s branches relied on securing this partnership.

But with Minjeong’s intentions becoming increasingly transparent. She found opportunities to steer the conversation back to Jimin, her admiration thinly veiled beneath casual comments.

“She’s matured a lot.” Minjeong said at one point, her voice almost wistful. “There’s something about her...strong, yet so beautifully delicate.”

Your jaw tightened, but you forced yourself to respond evenly. “She’s always been remarkable.”

Minjeong’s smirk widened, as if she took your words as a challenge.

When the meeting ended, you walked Minjeong out, your tone polite but measured.

“Thank you for your time, Ms. Kim.”

She gave you a sly smile before glancing once more at the closed door to the meeting room where Jimin was waiting.

“I’ll be seeing you both soon, I’m sure.”

Her words hung in the air like a warning before she turned on her heel and left.

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You found Jimin in the meeting room, perched on the couch with her phone in hand. She glanced up as you entered, her expression betraying unease, embarrassment, and something else, something she couldn’t quite mask.

“Is she gone?” she asked, her tone wavering, as if she was hiding something.

“She is,” you replied, sitting down across from her. “Who is she?”

Jimin hesitated, her fingers toying with the hem of her sleeve. “Someone I used to... see.” she admitted reluctantly.

Your brow raised slightly. “See, as in date?”

The young royalty nodded, her gaze dropping to her lap. “If you can call it that. It wasn’t serious, and it didn’t end well.”

You hummed thoughtfully, leaning back in your seat. “Well, for what it’s worth, she made it pretty clear she’s still interested in you.”

Jimin’s head shot up, her eyes wide. “She—what?”

You chuckled dryly, trying to cover your jealousy.

“She practically spent the whole meeting weaving you into the conversation. Subtlety isn’t her strong suit.”

Jimin groaned, covering her face with her hands. “I can’t believe her.”

A silence settled between you before you spoke again, your tone softer this time. “You know, about the whole marriage thing...”

Jimin lowered her hands slowly, looking at you with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.

“It’s just for appearances,” you said, your voice calm but firm. “If you want to see someone else—Minjeong or anyone else—I’m not going to stop you.”

Her lips parted in surprise, and you continued.

“This arrangement isn’t about controlling you or your choices. You’re free to live your life however you want.”

Jimin stared at you for a moment, her honey-brown eyes searching yours. Then, a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

“Thank you,” she murmured, her voice tinged with something you couldn’t quite place

She hesitated before adding, “The same goes for you, you know. You didn’t exactly choose this either.”

Your chest tightened, but you quickly masked it with a nonchalant shrug. “Something like that,” you said, lying through your teeth.

You stood, offering her a hand. “Ready to head home?”

Jimin slipped her hand into yours, and as you led her out of the office, the warmth of her touch lingered far longer than it should have.

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Your relationship with Jimin had changed in ways that felt both comforting and unsettling. The walls between you gradually fell, replaced by the kind of easy flow you hadn’t expected. She’d drop by your office for coffee, and linger during breaks, and suddenly it wasn’t just about the arranged situation anymore. It was about two people learning to be around each other, to talk, to laugh, to share moments that made you forget about the circumstances.

She’d visit you at work often, showing up unannounced just to grab coffee or chat. At first, it seemed like a random visit, but the more it happened, the more it became clear that she enjoyed spending time with you. You’d even look forward to her visits, finding comfort in the quiet moments you shared away from the chaos of your daily lives.

Social events became less of a hassle, too. Instead of sitting off to the side or making small talk with people you didn’t care about, Jimin would be there, and the two of you would engage in casual conversations, the kind that made you forget about everything else happening around you.

You were friends, you thought. Genuine friends.

But even in those easy moments, there were signs, small, subtle things that made you pause. You noticed Jimin staring at her phone more often, her thumb flicking over the screen in a way that was hard to miss.

You had a good idea of who it was. Minjeong. It wasn’t like you hadn’t expected this. After all, you’d given Jimin the freedom to see other people. You had told her—no, insisted—that this arrangement wasn’t about control, that she could live her life however she saw fit.

And yet, watching her respond to Minjeong’s texts, the way her face lit up when she’d see a new message, it grated on you in ways you didn’t want to admit.

You weren’t supposed to care.

But you did.

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On your birthday, you could feel the familiar mix of emotions swirling inside you as Jimin walked into the office, dressed in a beautiful flowy dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. The soft fabric of the dress seemed to move with her effortlessly, its delicate hue catching the light in a way that made her seem almost ethereal. The way it draped around her waist and flared out just enough to hint at her figure was both graceful and captivating. Her hair, styled in loose waves, framed her face perfectly, soft strands falling gently over her shoulders and glowing under the office lights.

She had this quiet elegance about her, something so effortlessly beautiful that it made your heart ache just by looking at her.

Her eyes, always warm, had this soft, shimmering glow when they met yours, like everything around her faded a little, just so she stood out more. You couldn’t really explain it, but in that moment, it felt like she was the only thing in focus. She wasn’t trying to look perfect—she never had to—but the way she moved, how that dress just clung to her in the right places, it made your head spin.

You couldn’t take your eyes off her. It wasn’t like you wanted to stare, but she made it impossible to do anything else. She wasn’t trying, yet there she was, making everything else blur and all you could think about was how damn beautiful she was.

And in that moment, you thought she came to surprise you for your birthday.

But how silly it was to think that when you never told her your birthday.

Your eyes caught hers, but her smile was different. It was more forced, as though she was conflicted. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but it felt like she was already pulling away.

You tried to brush it off, but the question tumbled out before you could stop it.

“You look beautfiul,” you said, your voice casual but your stomach knotting with a strange feeling.

“Going somewhere?”

Jimin hesitated for a split second, a flicker of something passing across her face before she answered. “Yeah, I’m meeting Minjeong for dinner.”

The words hit you like a cold splash of water. You had known it was coming. You had prepared yourself for it. But hearing it out loud, so casually, felt different.

“Oh, Minjeong...” you said, trying hard to keep on the mask of calmness that seemed to be slipping the longer you were married to Jimin.

“Have fun.” You couldn’t keep the edge out of your tone, even though you tried to mask it with a smile. “I’ll be out drinking with Yeji later. Should be good.”

Jimin nodded, a slight unease in her expression, but she didn’t press the issue. She just smiled, a little too tightly, and turned to leave.

“I’ll see you later,” she said softly. “I just wanted to check on you first.”

As she walked away, the weight of your own words hit you like a slap. You had told her she could see whoever she wanted. You had given her the space to do so. Yet, the jealousy that twisted in your chest, like you were the one breaking the rules you had set.

Maybe you didn’t have the right to feel this way. Maybe you didn’t even have the right to feel hurt. You had told Jimin she was free to make her own choices, to be with whomever she wanted. And yet, the jealousy remained, simmering under the surface. You wanted to ignore it, to push it away, but it lingered, sharp and insistent.

You had given her the freedom to choose. But you had never thought about how hard it would be to watch her choose someone else.

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It was well past midnight, and you were still at the pub with Yeji, both of you tipsy and getting progressively more sloppy. The karaoke was horrendous, your voices completely out of tune, but neither of you seemed to care. Shots kept coming, and you were taking them like it was a contest, each one making your thoughts blur a little more.

“I don’t get why you don’t just tell her you like her,” Yeji slurred, her voice thick with alcohol as she tried to keep herself upright.

“Tell her you like her, and you wouldn’t be here like this.”

You hiccupped, eyes half-lidded, and tried to focus on her. “You—” you muttered, “you know it’s not that simple.”

“How is it not?” Yeji pointed a finger at you, wobbly, but firm in her opinion.

“You’re married to her. Married. What’s the problem?”

You took another drink, feeling the burn in your throat, and shrugged. “I promised her… promised I’d work on getting a divorce. Promised her on our wedding day.”

Yeji made a face, clearly too drunk to hide her disbelief. “That’s fucking stupid,” she mumbled, staring at you like you were an idiot. “Your father would kill you.”

You sighed, glancing away, the alcohol making it easier to pretend it didn’t bother you. “Yeah, I know. But I’m worried about what happens to her after the divorce.”

“Is that why you’ve been making me do all this overtime with you?” Yeji waved her hand dismissively, clearly trying to piece things together. “Doing global stocks and all that shit?”

“I just want her to be okay,” you muttered, the words slurring slightly. “I want her to have someone who can protect her. Make sure her family ties stay strong.”

“And that person is Minjeong?” Yeji gasped, eyes widening with realization. You didn’t even look up, staring into your glass as you mumbled a response.

“She could be,” you said, taking another shot.

Yeji shook her head, still processing everything through her alcohol fog.

“Have you even asked Jimin if she still wants the damn divorce?”

You shook your head, a little too slowly. “No. She doesn’t know what happens if it does either.”

Yeji slapped you on the head, the impact startling you more than it should’ve.

“Ow,” you groaned, rubbing your forehead and glaring at her.

“You’re so fucking stupid,” Yeji muttered, slurring even more now. “Just tell her you like her and don’t get divorced.”

You sighed heavily, shaking your head. “I told you. She doesn’t like me like that.”

Giving up, Yeji signaled for another tray of shots, her face set in determination.

“Fine, fine. You’ll get it someday, I guess.”

You downed the next shot, feeling the warmth spread through you, and tried to shake off the uncomfortable tension. At this point, the only thing you could focus on was the next drink, the blur of the night, and the gnawing feeling in your chest that no amount of alcohol would fix.

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Jimin was worried.

You hadn’t picked up your phone ever since she left your office that night, and it was nearly four in the morning. The unease in her chest only deepened as the minutes passed without a word from you.

Her date with Minjeong had ended up being a disaster. The evening had been an attempt to forget you, a futile one at that. Minjeong had asked Jimin out, and despite her hesitation, Jimin agreed, thinking it might help push her feelings for you out of her mind. But it didn’t work.

Every moment of the date was filled with thoughts of you, how you looked when she mentioned Minjeong’s name, that small flicker of hurt Jimin had seen in your eyes, and how much she wished you had been the one to ask her out instead.

Jimin had gone to dinner with Minjeong in a forlorn attempt to move past her emotions, but all it did was make her feel further from you. As the night went on, she couldn't shake the feeling of regret. She realized, with each passing second, that she didn’t want to be with Minjeong.

She wanted you.

She wanted you to be the one asking her out, to be the one sharing the moment with her. Instead, there she was, pretending to enjoy a night she didn’t want, with someone she didn’t feel for.

And then there was your birthday.

Jimin hadn’t even realized it until she saw Ryujin’s message. Your birthday. How could she have not known? She had been so wrapped up in her own conflicted feelings, and now she had missed it. She hadn’t even called you to wish you well. Instead, she had gone on a date with Minjeong, leaving you alone when you should have been her priority. The guilt gnawed at her. She should have been celebrating with you, but instead, she abandoned you for an old fling.

Jimin couldn’t stop thinking about how she must have hurt you, how selfish she had been.

Finally, the sound of the door opening broke her thoughts. One of your drivers had you slung over his back, and Ryujin was close behind, carrying Yeji in her arms.

You groaned as the driver gently set you down on the couch, before grimly walking out of the door.

Ryujin’s eyes met Jimin’s, and she simply shook her head in disappointment before carrying her half-asleep girlfriend away.

The young royalty stood there for a moment, feeling lost. You lay on the couch, flat on your back, murmuring incoherently, your arms covering your face. She couldn't stand seeing you like this—vulnerable and clearly intoxicated. It made her feel even worse for not being there for you earlier.

Jimin walked to your room and picked out your night clothes, the weight of her guilt growing heavier with each step. As she returned to you, she could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her emotions tangled. She knew she should have been there with you. She should have been the one to care for you on your birthday, not someone else. She couldn’t keep running from how she felt about you anymore.

She gently walked over to you and sat down next to you, her hands shaking as she reached for your arm. She didn’t know what to say or how even to start, but she had to do something.

“Y/N?” she gently shook your arm. “Let’s get you changed.”

When she reached over to remove your blazer, your eyes immediately flew open. The intensity of your gaze caught her off guard, and she froze for a moment, her breath catching.

Your hazy brown eyes met hers, and you frowned, your voice slow and slurred.

“You are a very pretty lady, but I am married.”You tried to pull your blazer closer to your chest. “My wife is very beautiful, and she won’t like it if you touch me.”

Jimin’s heart fluttered despite herself.

She couldn’t help but smile at how cute you were, drunk and a little delirious. Despite the alcohol, there was a vulnerability to you, a sincerity that made her chest tighten. You were a different version of yourself, and she couldn’t help but feel drawn to this side of you.

Exasperated but finding you incredibly endearing, Jimin giggled softly, her worries momentarily fading.

“I am your wife, pabo,” she said with a teasing smile, her fingers brushing your cheek as she gently cupped your face.

“Really?” Your eyes widened, your voice full of wonder.

“Yes,” she said, finally managing to remove your blazer and start pulling off your dress shirt.

You whistled, “Damn I got lucky.”

Jimin rolled her eyes, her face flushing pink as she avoided looking at your body, quickly pulling the nightshirt over your frame. It wasn’t easy, seeing you like this, vulnerable, messy, and it felt like everything that was left unsaid between you both was now laid bare in the silence.

After a while of wheedling and convincing, she managed to drag you into her bathroom. She gently lowered you onto the edge of the tub, sitting down behind you as she reached for the makeup remover.

You were a mess, leaning heavily into her as she wiped your face, the gentle motion soothing in the quiet. As she cleaned your face, her thoughts turned inward again, the guilt over the earlier part of the night resurfacing. She needed to say something, but she didn’t know how to start. She wanted to take it all back, to be honest with you about how she felt, about how much she wished you’d been the one there with her instead of Minjeong.

“I’m sorry,” Jimin whispered, her voice barely audible.

“Mhmm.” You slurred, still dazed, her mind a bit foggy. “For what?”

“For going on the date with Minjeong… and for not spending your birthday with you,” Jimin admitted, her words tinged with regret.

“S'not your fault.” Your voice was slow but comforting, the warmth in her tone meant to ease the guilt. “It’s okay.”

“But I hurt you,” Jimin pressed, her eyes searching for any sign of forgiveness.

“Maybe, but I had a crush on you since high school, so you get a free card.” your voice wavered with a small giggle, still distant, as though you words were floating in and out of consciousness.

What?

Jimin’s heart skipped a beat, a warmth spreading through her chest as the truth washed over her. The crush Yeji had mentioned on their wedding night...was Jimin all along?

Her heart fluttered at the thought, and in an unexpected twist, a wave of embarrassment rolled over her. She realized, with a soft flush, that she was jealous of the past version of herself.

She finished drying your face with a clean towel, but her mind was elsewhere. She needed to tell you. She couldn’t keep holding it back, even if she was scared, even if everything felt so uncertain.

“During the date, I kept thinking how much I wished it was you who asked me to go on a date,” she admitted, her words barely above a whisper.

You paused, looking at her with slow, heavy eyes, as if processing her words.

Jimin’s heart thudded in her chest as she waited for a response.

Was she too late? Had she ruined everything?

But then you looked at her, your eyes suddenly sharp and focused, and her heart stuttered in her chest.

“Do you still want a divorce?” you asked, your voice soft but carrying an emotion she couldn’t place.

Jimin hesitated.

Her emotions were swirling, you were the one she wanted, and had always wanted. But the doubt lingered, and she needed to hear you say it, needed to know if there was something real between you both.

“I…” She shook her head slowly, her voice almost trembling. “I don’t think so.”

Your face broke into a grin, that rare, beautiful smile that Jimin had longed to see, and her heart melted in response.

“Then would you like to go on a date with me tomorrow, Lady Jimin?”

She laughed, the nervous tension breaking. “Will you still remember this tomorrow?”

You quickly nodded, your voice steady, “Yes.”

“Then yes,” she replied, her heart soaring. “I would love to go on a date with you.”

You punched the air in excitement, nearly toppling over. Jimin couldn't help but laugh at your dorkiness. She had liked this side of you, so carefree, so you.

She couldn’t hide her adoration for you any longer. She leaned closer and whispered, “Close your eyes.”

You did without hesitation, trusting her with a vulnerability that mirrored her own.

And before you could even process it, her soft, full lips were pressed against yours. The kiss was gentle, lingering just a little longer than you expected. The touch of her lips, soft and sweet, sent a shiver down your spine, your heart pounding as the world around you seemed to stop.

It was more than just a kiss. It was everything that had been left unsaid, everything you both had been too scared to express. And as Jimin pulled back, your eyes still closed, a smile spread across your face.

It has always been her.

lots of angst in the next chapter! giving you guys a warning here first 😬 be prepared

[bytemee]

SUPER RICH KIDS — yu jimin.

"super rich kids with nothin' but loose ends."

synopsis. stuck on a miserable family vacation with the same rich elites you’ve spent your whole life trying to escape, you somehow become karina’s new favorite distraction—whether as her escape or just her latest source of entertainment. either way, trouble seems to follow wherever she goes, and you’re starting to wonder if getting caught up in it is a mistake… or exactly what you need.

pairing. rich!girlkarina x rich!girl!reader

warning(s). language, dysfunctional family (they're rich vro), drinking, impulsive/reckless behavior, kissing (OH EM GEE.), and let me know if there's more.

words. 3.4k

authors note. i got a lot of reqs to work on, but chat...im actually gonna go ghost for a bit...wanted to feed u before i left. NOT FOR LONG JUST A BIT.

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the night had started with forced smiles and expensive wine.

a business dinner, your father called it—an important meeting with the yu family about a potential merger, partnership, or investment—something that only mattered to men who measured their worth in profit margins. you were there for appearances, another polished accessory at the table, sitting pretty in an outfit that cost too much and shoes that made your feet ache.

karina yu, seated across from you, was similarly dressed up and looked just as uncomfortable. she was a year younger than you and, like you, was being trained to follow in her father's footsteps. the yu heir, your father liked to say.

"so polite." your mother would smile. "a proper young lady."

and she was. always so obedient, so docile. her eyes lingered on you a little too long every time you refilled your glass, every time you made a face at the bitter taste of wine, every time you raised your arm to wipe your mouth with the back of your hand—the way a boy would.

somewhere between dessert and your father's third whiskey, he made a comment. something about the way you dressed, the way you ate, the way you spoke. the words came out slurred, and your mother didn't say anything, but karina's eyes met yours in a flash of pity. you weren’t even sure what you said back. maybe you laughed. maybe you just took another sip. either way, by the time the dinner ended, you were in the midst of an argument, your father's face flushed with anger, your mother's lips drawn tight with disapproval.

"fuck you!" you'd spat, legs moving of their own accord. "you're such a fucking bastard!"

and then you saw it.

your father’s porsche, gleaming under the valet lights, parked at the front like a monument to his self-importance.

before you could think twice, you were slipping off your shoes and hurling one at the windshield. the crack of impact was louder than you expected, and you watched in a daze as a spiderweb of fissures spread across the glass.

“have you lost your mind?”

you went around the car, popping open the trunk before grabbing one of his sleek golf clubs and bringing it down over the hood; the first hit dented the hood. the second left a long, jagged scratch across the side. the third—

"stop! are you crazy?" your mother yelled.

you barely spared her a glance, breathless as you adjusted your sunglasses, heart pounding in your ears as you brought the club down again and again, watching as the car crumpled under the force of each blow. and when you finally ran out of breath, you looked up and saw the doorman staring. your mother, too, her face pale and expressionless. even your father, still standing by the front door, hadn't moved.

even the yu parents watched with thinly veiled horror.

and then there was karina.

standing just a few feet away, hands clasped in front of her, head tilted ever so slightly as the faintest ghost of a smirk curled at the corner of her lips.

three years later, you weren’t supposed to still think about that night.

but the problem with rich people was that they never let anything die. your father’s car had been replaced by the end of the week, the dinner party swept under the rug, your behavior excused as a rough patch in polite conversation. still, the whispers followed you through every gala, every charity event, every hushed conversation between wives who sipped champagne and smiled like they weren’t enjoying the gossip.

and unfortunately, karina's family, along with others, joined you on this godforsaken vacation, this trip of torture and misery. this was a chance for your parents to play recruiter, and they weren't the only ones.

you try to avoid her. really, you do.

you sit at opposite ends of the dinner table, sip champagne like it might actually make this tolerable, and politely nod at conversations about stock portfolios and summer homes in monaco. but the whole time, her gaze is like a brand. you can feel her eyes on you, burning a hole right through the back of your skull.

"she's still staring," you murmur at some point, leaning into your best friend's ear.

"who is?" he whispers back, turning his head ever so slightly to glance around the room.

you sigh and look back down at your plate, idly playing with the food on your plate. you're not hungry. you haven't been hungry for the last three days. it's a wonder you've managed to keep any of it down. "karina," you say. "she keeps—"

"karina?"

"yes," you hiss. "karina yu. has been staring at me nonstop for the past twenty minutes."

he pauses and looks at you, his eyes widening in understanding.

"oh, right," he says, and then his gaze shifts to your left, and he raises a hand in greeting. "hey," he says, and when you glance up, you see her waving back.

you groan inwardly, and she must hear because the next moment, her gaze is on you again. you meet her stare and watch as she raises her wineglass in a small toast. "she's pretty," your best friend says.

you roll your eyes and look away. "i guess," you say.

she’s trouble, is what you really mean.

but you don’t say it, because then you’d have to explain. you’d have to explain the way she had stood there that night, watching you rip your father’s car apart like it was performance art, the way her lips had curled in approval.

you shift in your seat and pretend like the weight of her gaze doesn’t make your skin prickle. your best friend, ever oblivious, keeps sipping his champagne.

and then—she slides into the seat next to you.

she smells like jasmine, and her hair brushes against your cheek as she leans over to whisper in your ear. "you’re not even pretending to have fun," she says. when you turn your head, karina is right there, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she smiles at you.

you swallow thickly.

“i didn’t know i was supposed to be entertaining anyone,” you say.

she tilts her head. “that’s the thing about you. you always end up putting on a show anyway.”

your grip tightens around your fork. “what do you want?”

her lips press together like she’s holding back a laugh. “a little company.”

“i’m busy.”

“with what?”

you blink at her.

and karina smiles sweetly, cocking her head to one side. her hair spills over her shoulder in a glossy wave, and she tilts her chin up, just a little, her eyes dancing with challenge. she looks good like this—all sharp angles and smooth lines, her clothes tailored to perfection, accentuating every curve. you hate that you notice.

she licks her lips, and your stomach flips.

and just like that, you stupidly take the bait.

“fine,” you say, setting your napkin down with a sharp flick. “where are we going?”

karina grins, like she’s just won something.

the next thing you know, you’re in the driver's seat of some random convertible, the engine purring underneath you. it's not hers; it's yours, and it's not either of your parents’ because you both stole it from the hotel parking lot.

“you’re going to get us killed,” karina says, but she’s laughing, wind whipping through her hair as you speed down an empty road. you shoot her a grin, one hand on the wheel, the other adjusting the radio until it lands on some old r&b song you barely remember.

“wouldn’t be the worst way to go,” you muse. “at least the headlines would be fun.”

she gasps, clutching her chest in mock horror. “tragic demise of two rich idiots—local community breathes sigh of relief.”

you bark out a laugh, the sound cutting through the wind, and you feel a sharp pang of relief when karina grins back, wide enough to show teeth. you almost miss the turn for the beach, and she yelps as you swerve onto a side street, tires squealing against the pavement. it's late, well past midnight, and the roads are deserted. you can't hear anything over the roar of the engine.

it's electrifying.

"this is the stupidest thing i've ever done," she says breathlessly, and you throw back your head and laugh.

"isn't it?" you say. "and we're only getting started."

karina grins, white teeth flashing in the dark, and then you're driving down the coastline, music blaring, windows rolled all the way down. the ocean air fills your lungs, and you feel lighter than you have in weeks, months—years, maybe.

the beach is empty when you finally pull up, the sand stretching out under the moonlight, waves crashing in the distance. you kill the engine, and the two of you sit there in silence for a moment, listening to the sound of the wind, the water, and your own breathing.

karina shifts beside you, tilting her head as she looks out toward the water. “it’s pretty,” she says, her voice soft.

you follow her gaze, watching as the waves roll in, cresting against the shore, leaving foamy trails in their wake. you nod absently.

"yeah."

you clear your throat and reach for the door handle. “come on.”

she follows without question, slipping off her heels as soon as her feet hit the sand. you do the same, relishing the way the cool grains shift beneath your toes. it feels good after being cooped up all day, stuck in stuffy rooms full of people you couldn’t care less about.

karina inhales sharply.

you turn to look at her, and she laughs, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she walks past you toward the ocean. the breeze catches her dress, making it ripple around her hips, and you follow without thinking, drawn to her like a moth to flame.

karina takes a deep breath, then exhales long and slow. “god,” she mutters, rubbing a hand over her face. “i needed this.”

you smirk. “the break from pretending to be the perfect daughter?”

she huffs out a laugh, but there’s something wry in her smile. “something like that.”

there's an awkward pause where neither of you speaks. karina stares out at the ocean, and you stare at her, watching as her eyes grow distant and thoughtful.

“what are you thinking about?” you ask.

she hesitates, then glances at you. “that night.”

you don’t have to ask which one.

“ah,” you say, stretching your arms overhead. “and here i thought we were avoiding the past.”

“i think about it sometimes,” she admits. “the way you just did it. no second-guessing, no hesitation. you just let it all out.”

you scoff, kicking at the sand. “and look where it got me. my dad replaced the car, my mom pretended it never happened, and i’m still stuck in the same stupid cycle.” you shake your head and run a hand through your hair. "all i did was make things worse."

karina turns to look at you, her eyes sharp as she studies you.

"but you felt better afterward, didn't you?" she asks softly.

you glance away, chewing on your bottom lip as you consider the question. you did feel better. for a while, anyway. but the feeling faded quickly enough. your parents were pissed, and they made sure to remind you how disappointed they were and how embarrassing it was to have their daughter act like that.

"i guess," you finally say.

karina hums thoughtfully, then takes a step closer to you. "would you ever do something like that again?"

you raise an eyebrow. "why? planning on watching again?"

she doesn't flinch. "maybe."

you snort and shake your head, “you liked it, didn’t you?”

and she smiles.

“i like when people stop pretending.”

and there it is—the real reason she keeps following you around, why she keeps pushing you, why she keeps testing you. it's not because she likes you; it's because she's curious. she wants to see how far you'll go, how much it'll take before you crack. you wonder if she's always been like this, if her family's wealth and influence have made her so bored and jaded that she'll do anything for entertainment.

you don't know what possesses you to take a step forward.

but karina doesn’t move away, doesn't even blink; her gaze flicks upward, meeting your eyes. you're taller than her by a few inches, and she has to tilt her chin up slightly to maintain eye contact, and for a moment, you wonder if she's going to kiss you. but instead, she reaches out and touches your cheek. her fingers are warm against your skin, and you swallow thickly as she brushes a strand of hair behind your ear.

her thumb lingers near your jaw. "i'm hungry."

you blink, caught off guard by the sudden change of topic. "what?"

karina grins and lets her hand fall back to her side. "i said i'm hungry," she repeats, then nods toward the beach. "we should get some food."

you open your mouth to respond, but she's already walking away, headed toward the car, her dress billowing out behind her.

you take a deep breath.

then another.

and another.

and then you follow, because what else are you supposed to do?

an hour later, you were sprawled across the king-sized bed of a five-star hotel that you booked just for tonight with your dad's black card, karina curled up beside you in an oversized robe, giggling into her hand as you held the room’s phone to your ear.

you weren’t sure exactly what time it was, but you didn't care, forcing your voice to be deeper, which was totally not believable and made you sound like a fucking idiot.

"sir," the poor receptionist stammered, "the kitchen is closed—"

"do you know who i am?" you interrupted, deepening your voice even more as you mimicked your father’s business tone. "i could have this entire establishment shut down by morning. now, i want a steak, medium rare, and a bottle of your best wine on the table within the hour."

the line went quiet for a moment, and you could hear typing in the background. karina muffled her laughter against your shoulder before composing herself just enough to put on her best impression of your mother. "and do not forget the crème brûlée," she added, her voice sickly sweet. "my husband simply must have his dessert."

there was another long pause on the other end.

"…right away, sir," the receptionist finally said, defeated.

the moment you hung up, karina lost it, burying her face in the sheets as she laughed. you couldn’t help but grin, watching the way she absolutely delighted in your childish antics, how she encouraged them with her own impulsive ideas. it felt like a dream, something so outside the realm of reality that it was almost absurd. and yet, there you were, playing make-believe like children, stealing bottles of alcohol and ordering room service at 2 am.

"this is crazy," karina said between giggles, looking up at you with shining eyes. "absolutely insane."

you raised an eyebrow. "crazy enough to be fun?"

she blinked at you for a second before smiling. "yes."

you grinned. "good."

the room service arrives anyway (turns out, rich people always get what they want), and karina laughs when the waiter leaves, eyeing the table full of food. she looks like a kid on christmas morning, and you can't help but smile as she takes in all the options. the two of you sit side by side at the table, digging into the assortment of food.

it's probably the most delicious meal you've ever eaten.

karina laughs, taking a sip from her glass of wine as she watches you devour the steak. you try to ignore the way your stomach twists when she smiles at you, but it's hard not to notice the warmth spreading through your chest every time she looks your way. it makes your cheeks flush, and you're suddenly grateful that the lights are dim enough to hide it.

"i can't remember the last time i ate this much," you mumble around a mouthful of food.

"me neither," she admits. "i think i might explode."

"same," you say.

she leans back in her chair, swirling the wine in her glass before bringing it up to her lips. "what are we going to do tomorrow?" she asks.

you shrug. "dunno."

karina sets her glass down and watches you for a moment; the way she studies you makes your breath catch, and you quickly look away, suddenly too aware of how close you're sitting. her knee brushes against yours under the table, a light touch that makes your heart beat faster than it should.

"you've got some sauce—" she gestures vaguely toward your face.

you reach up to wipe it away, but she tuts, shaking her head. "no, here."

before you can react, she leans in, her thumb brushing against the corner of your lips, wiping away the sauce with a soft sweep. your skin burns where she touches you, and your gaze flickers up to meet hers. she smiles slightly, and your breath catches when her thumb lingers on your lip before she pulls away.

"there," she murmurs, licking the sauce off her finger, and oh god—your pulse spikes, and your whole body flushes.

you clear your throat and try to ignore the way the room suddenly feels warmer than before. it's too hot, and your clothes feel tight around your chest. you can't breathe. karina's gaze burns into you, and you swallow hard, trying not to squirm under her scrutiny.

"are you okay?" she asks.

"fine," you manage, reaching for the bottle of wine. your hands shake slightly as you pour yourself a glass, and when you glance back at karina, her eyes are still on you, studying you like you're a 400-page textbook.

you take a large sip.

"so," she says slowly, resting her chin in her palm, "have you ever had a girlfriend?"

you choke on the wine.

karina watches as you splutter and cough, her expression amused as you struggle to catch your breath. when you finally manage to compose yourself, she raises an eyebrow expectantly.

"well?"

"what?"

she smiles, "or a boyfriend? whichever one floats your boat."

"uh…" you trail off, trying to think.

"i haven't either," she says helpfully.

your face burns, and you take another sip of wine, hoping the alcohol will ease the sudden tension in your shoulders. "i haven't really thought about it," you admit.

"really?" she tilts her head curiously. "not even once?"

you shrug, picking at a loose thread on the hem of your shirt.

"okay," she says, and then she slides off her chair and moves around the table, standing next to you. you turn, startled, and she's right there, leaning against the armrest of your seat, her eyes dark as she stares at you.

"kiss me," she says.

your heart skips a beat.

"what?"

"you heard me," she says, smiling a little as she runs a finger along the edge of the table. "kiss me."

"i can't."

"why not?"

"because—" you start and then stop, not sure how to explain why this is a terrible idea. because your family will kill me? because my parents will disown me?

karina's smile widens.

"if you won't, i will."

you blink. "what?"

"i said," she says slowly, "if you won't, then i will."

she steps closer, her gaze locked onto yours. your breath hitches, and you lean back instinctively, but her hand finds your thigh, squeezing gently. she smells like jasmine, and her skin feels warm where it brushes against yours.

"kiss me," she murmurs, eyes dancing with challenge.

you swallow hard.

"okay," you say, your voice hoarse.

her smile widens, and she leans forward, her lips brushing against yours. it's soft at first, tentative, and then her hand slides up your thigh, and your brain short-circuits. she's gentle but persistent, coaxing you open, her tongue tracing the seam of your lips until you gasp. you let her in, tasting wine and strawberries and something sweeter.

your mind goes blank.

when you pull apart, her eyes are hooded, pupils blown wide. her lips are swollen and pink, and she licks them slowly, savoring the taste. she smiles at you, a lazy, satisfied grin.

"well?" she asks.

your heart pounds wildly in your chest.

"good," you croak.

karina laughs.

you wake up with a start, sitting bolt upright in bed, breathing heavily. there's no one next to you, just an empty space where a person should be. the sheets are still warm.

karina left a note.

and a phone number.

call me when you want to have fun again. - karina <3

[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

[suyanova]

REWIND, UNWIND ──── yu jimin.

𝜗𝜚 ┈ (🥥) after a relentless day of spotlight pressure and picture-perfect expectations, karina‘s barely holding it together. but lucky for her, you’re part of the plan. because when the world gets too loud, she knows exactly where to turn—and tonight, you’re the escape she’s been waiting for.

✦ ݁ pairing: dom!idol!karina x sub!college!reader

✦ ݁ warnings: sub!reader, dom!karina, nipple play, praise kink, titsucking, thigh riding, slight degradation, aftercare, light fluff if you squint

✦ ݁ word count: 2.1k

the soft hum of city traffic echoed faintly through the apartment walls as karina slipped off her shoes, the muffled thud of them hitting the floor the only sign she was home. she didn’t even bother announcing her arrival—didn’t have the energy. the moment the door closed behind her, it was as if the weight of the entire day finally collapsed onto her shoulders all at once.

the exhaustion clung to her like a second skin—sweat from hours of practice, the stiffness in her muscles from rehearsing choreography over and over, the residual glitter of being “karina the idol” still sparkling faintly on her neck and collarbone. her next comeback was creeping closer, and with it came endless hours of vocal training, concept meetings, and a schedule that barely left her time to breathe.

she had held herself together in front of the cameras. but now, alone with you—there was no need to pretend.

you were sitting at the dining table, hunched slightly over your sketchbook with a pencil tucked behind your ear. the table was lit by the soft yellow glow of a warm lamp, and you hadn’t even heard her come in until the faint creak of the couch made you lift your head.

“karina?” you called gently, eyes widening as you saw her collapse facedown onto the couch like a ragdoll. her limbs sprawled out in all directions, her bag tossed somewhere near the door, jacket barely hanging on one arm. she didn’t respond at first. only let out a dramatic groan into the cushion, muffled and exasperated.

“that bad, huh?” you said, already standing up and walking toward her. she peeked at you with one eye, her makeup just slightly smudged at the corners. her voice was hoarse when she finally spoke. “i think my body forgot what it feels like to rest.”

you let out a small laugh, kneeling next to the couch and reaching out to brush her bangs away from her face. “you look horrible...” you stayed quiet for a moment, just letting her lay there, your fingers gently threading through her hair. “what can i do?” you asked softly, “is there anything you need?”

karina didn’t answer right away. she only stared at you for a moment—longer than usual. her gaze lingered, unreadable, the kind of look that made something in your chest tighten without quite knowing why.

and then, slowly, she pushed herself up from the couch. her movements were sluggish, but deliberate, like she was shaking something off. her knees were pressed together, her hands braced against the cushion. and when she looked at you again, her expression had shifted—just slightly.

“actually…” she murmured, voice low and laced with something new. “i think i just thought of something.”

you tilted your head. “karina?”

a sly smile tugged at her lips. tired, yes—but there was a spark in her eyes now. something dangerous. something familiar.

“you said you wanted to help, didn’t you?” she asked, leaning closer. “well, i could think of a few ways…”

you obeyed without hesitation, crawling into her lap like muscle memory. the moment your bare thighs met the warmth of her sweatpants, a shiver rolled through you—her skin radiated heat, soaked in the remnants of a long day. she pulled you close without a word, one hand at your waist, the other gliding slowly up your back until her palm rested just beneath your shoulder blade.

your chest rose and fell unevenly as her lips brushed against your neck—barely there, a featherlight tease that made your skin erupt in goosebumps. the fatigue that once dragged her down seemed to melt, replaced by something quieter but far more dangerous. desire, simmering just below the surface.

her thigh shifted beneath you—tense, firm, deliberate. she tilted her leg slightly, nudging your core against the dense muscle, and the friction hit like a match to dry wood.

you exhaled sharply, hips moving before you could stop yourself. the drag of your soaked underwear against the soft fabric sent sparks dancing across your nerves. her grip on your waist tightened—not enough to bruise, but enough to remind you she was in control.

every slow roll of your hips was a silent plea. your body begged for her without words, grinding down against her thigh like it was instinct, like you were made to move just for her. your hands fisted in the fabric of her hoodie, needing something—anything—to hold onto as the pleasure began to climb.

her mouth descended on your chest, trailing kisses between the swell of your breasts before her lips finally closed around one stiff, aching nipple. her tongue swirled lazily at first, then more pointed, more rhythmic. she suckled with purpose—measured, commanding, like she wanted to devour every reaction you gave her. warmth pooled in your stomach, spreading low and deep until your thighs trembled from restraint.

you could feel yourself soaking through your underwear, the fabric sticking uncomfortably to your folds with each desperate grind. her thigh flexed again beneath you, providing more pressure, more resistance. the roughness of the fabric rubbed perfectly against your clit, and your breath caught in your throat.

she didn’t need to tell you to keep going—you kept moving, helpless against the way it made your legs shake and your lips part around half-formed gasps. the stimulation was maddening, electric, like your whole body had narrowed down to the wet friction between your thighs and the overwhelming heat of her mouth on your chest.

every time her teeth grazed your nipple, your hips jerked forward. every time her lips closed around it again, soft and warm and wet, another desperate sound escaped your throat. you weren’t even sure what you were moaning anymore—her name, maybe. a broken plea. nonsense.

her hand slipped between your bodies and slid down your stomach, her fingers pressing gently over the soaked fabric of your panties. the contact sent a jolt through you, your body bucking forward into her palm.

her lips left your chest, slick with spit and swollen from use. her breath was hot as it ghosted against your ear, and when she finally spoke, her voice was thick with satisfaction.

“you’re making such a mess,” she murmured, almost lazily. her fingers dragged across the wet cotton, rubbing in slow, precise circles. “and i haven’t even touched you properly yet.”

you whimpered, your head dropping to her shoulder as your entire body trembled from the sheer pressure of holding back.

but she wasn’t done. her free hand came up again, cupping your breast and squeezing firmly, her thumb flicking the spit-slicked peak until your legs spasmed from the overstimulation. you felt your body curl forward, collapsing against her as your hips stuttered against her thigh.

her thigh was soaked now, glistening with your arousal. your cheeks burned with shame and pleasure, but her hands never stopped—guiding your movement, drawing every ounce of pleasure from you like she was orchestrating it.

you lost rhythm, lost control. your body twitched against her, overwhelmed and oversensitive, the tight coil in your abdomen snapping suddenly, violently. your climax hit hard, your moan caught somewhere between your teeth and her skin. your fingers clung to her hoodie like a lifeline as wave after wave tore through you, thighs quivering, stomach contracting, heat spilling out of you in pulses.

and through it all, she held you—steady, grounded, her mouth never far from your skin, murmuring soft, almost unintelligible praise into the curve of your shoulder.

she slowed your hips gently, coaxing you down from the high. your body sagged forward, limp and spent, chest heaving against hers.

her hand stroked up and down your spine in a slow, repetitive motion—comforting, grounding, laced with care. she pressed a kiss to your temple, then your cheek, and finally your jaw.

your body trembled softly in her arms, muscles slack, chest rising and falling in uneven waves as the afterglow settled. your head rested against her shoulder, skin flushed and damp with sweat. you thought maybe—just maybe—she’d be satisfied with that.

you were wrong.

karina’s fingers slid slowly down your spine, each touch calculated, featherlight. they traveled further, down past the curve of your waist, tracing the edge of your panties with a single teasing drag. she hummed, a low sound of amusement rumbling in her chest.

“you’re still twitching,” she noted, voice smooth and lazy, like she was making an observation about the weather. “so sensitive… but you’re not done, are you?”

you made a soft noise of protest, too weak to form a real word. but your thighs instinctively parted when her hand slipped between them again, and that told her everything she needed to know.

she eased you down gently onto the couch, laying you out like something precious. your legs fell open under her gaze, and she knelt between them—slow, controlled, deliberate. her hands ran up the insides of your thighs, spreading you further as she leaned in, her breath warm against your still-damp underwear.

with one flick of her wrist, she pushed the soaked fabric aside, exposing your swollen, glistening folds. your breath caught. you could feel the cool air hit your slick heat, and your hips gave a helpless little jerk.

“look at this mess,” she murmured, more to herself than to you. “you came so hard for me… and you’re still dripping.”

she brought two fingers to your entrance and ran them through the slick seam slowly, collecting the wetness that clung to your skin. your back arched off the couch at the first brush, your body far too sensitive—but it didn’t stop her.

she circled your entrance with her fingertips, pressing just enough to tease. her other hand came to rest on your hip, grounding you, holding you in place like she knew you were about to squirm.

and then—without warning—she pushed both fingers inside.

you gasped sharply, the stretch immediate and overwhelming. your walls fluttered around her, still pulsing faintly from your first orgasm, but she didn’t wait. she set a pace from the start—deep, steady thrusts, curling her fingers just so with each motion, like she knew exactly where to press to unravel you all over again.

you moaned—loud this time—your hands fisting the couch cushions, your legs shaking. she stayed close, eyes locked on your face, watching every twitch, every gasp, every flicker of pleasure that crossed your features.

her palm slapped softly against you with each thrust, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room. your thighs threatened to close, but she caught one with her free hand, throwing it over her shoulder as she leaned in closer.

and then her mouth was back on your chest—hot, open-mouthed kisses scattered across your breast until her lips closed around your nipple once more. she sucked with purpose, teeth grazing just enough to make you cry out, the stimulation doubling until you were writhing beneath her.

the pressure built too quickly this time. your hips bucked uncontrollably, your voice breaking with each ragged breath. you couldn’t think—only feel. her fingers plunged deeper, harder, curling and stroking that perfect spot with merciless precision.

“that’s it,” she murmured against your skin, lips brushing your spit-slick nipple. “let me hear you, baby. you’re doing so well.”

you sobbed her name, broken and breathless, your body no longer your own. your thighs clamped around her wrist, your stomach tensed, and then—everything snapped.

your second orgasm crashed through you, sharp and consuming. your vision blurred, stars behind your eyes, mouth parted in a silent scream as your body convulsed around her fingers. she didn’t stop. didn’t let up. she fucked you through it with practiced rhythm, riding the wave with you until you collapsed, trembling and wrecked.

finally, her fingers stilled. she pulled them out slowly, coated in slick, and brought them to her mouth—sucking them clean with a hum of satisfaction like she was tasting dessert.

you were limp beneath her, gasping, your skin burning, chest heaving.

“you did so well for me,” she whispered, lips brushing your skin as her thumb wiped a tear you didn’t realize had fallen. “my perfect girl.”

you melted against her completely, eyes fluttering shut as the aftershocks pulsed gently between your legs. she shifted you so you were cradled against her chest, her arms wrapped protectively around you, her thigh still sticky with your release.

and in that silence, wrapped in her warmth, you felt it—not just the pleasure, not just the satisfaction, but the love laced in her every touch.

like no matter how hard her world got, this—you—would always be the place where she could rewind, and unwind.