lili.

your classes today span from 7 am to 7 pm, coming back home, however, just before midnight, having had to work on extra assignments or what not. you were so fucking exhausted, you didn't even get good sleep last night and had to wake up early too. your girlfriends were already home, aeri and minjeong in the kitchen while yizhuo and rina cleaned the house, all of them waiting for you to come home.

you'd usually be back by 8 or 9 during these 7-7 days, but once the clock hit 10, your girls started to worry. winselle had already been done a while ago with the food and ningrina had finished cleaning by the time they all realized you hadn't come home yet. jeong immediately texted you, asking if you were okay, a worried expression on her face. the unnies felt their heart drop to their stomach imagining the worst, the two of them exchanging a look of worry. ningyi was borderline hysterical, verbalizing everything wrong that could've happened to you, which ranged from rambling ab if your phone had died or lost signal to if you had gotten into an accident on the way home or someone had taken you.

her hysteria didn't help at all and just made all of them worry even more. rina tried to be level-headed about it and give rational explanations, to which everyone agreed. but the worry didn't subside once it turned 11. they all started becoming paranoid as fuck. and so, rina texted you, aeri called you, jeongie dm'd your socials, and yizhuo contacted all your friends. they had to figure out where you were and most importantly, if you were okay.

when honestly in reality, you just had ur phone on silent, not touching it, just trying to power through all the fucking piles of work you had to finish. when you finally did, you packed your shit and booked it, not even glancing at your phone and b-lining home, wanting to feel the warm embrace of your gfs. you finally made it to the door of your shared apartment, leaning your forehead against the hardwood and sighing. your temples throbbed and eyes heavy with exhaustion, your body barely able to move atp. but you gathered enough energy to dig for your keys and unlock the door.

the girls perked up when they heard the locks rattle. ning raced for the door and swung it open before you could unlock it, colliding her body with yours and burying her face into your winter coat.

"where have you been?!" she would exclaim, voice muffled by your clothes.

"ningie, that's enough, at least let her come in," rina said behind her, pulling both of you inside and closing the door.

she pulled away, and the four girls crowded around you, their eyes full of worry but relief as well. you ignore their gazes and rid of your outerwear, removing your shoes, taking off your bag, and slipping out of your coat. they followed you as you dragged yourself to the living room and collapsed on the couch face first. they all jumped a little when you suddenly screamed into the armrest, letting out your stress and pent up exhaustion.

aeri was the first to reapproach you, pulling your limp body up to face her, her kneeling down beside you on the couch.

"you okay baby?" her voice gentle but lined with so much concern.

you closed your eyes at the feeling of her fingers brushing your hair, suddenly feeling tears well up in your eyes. no, you wanted to say, I'm so overwhelmed and stressed and today fucking sucked. but the sheer amount of exhaustion and dread washed over you, making u unable to respond and also start sobbing softly.

ur quiet cries didn't go unheard, the three other girls standing around you on the couch feeling their heart break at the sight of you, just absolutely shattered. aeri's jaw clenched and her eyebrows dropped, immediately pulling you up against her body, you shoving ur face into her neck. the other girls joined just as fast, feeling minjeong move under you so u sat on her lap, your back being hugged by ning, aeri letting you cry into her.

rina crouched down in front of you and rested her chin on your thigh, holding one of your hands with her own, using her free hand to caress your cheek and brush the hair out of your face. the five of you cuddled in silence, your sweet gfs just letting you release all your pent up emotions, feeling emotional themselves watching you so broken.

you were in such a devastated state, crying and aching, feeling so tired and wanting to sleep but being so fucking hungry that your stomach hurt. but even in this moment, despite barely able to breathe thru ur clogged nostrils, the only thing you're able to hear is white noise and the sound of your hiccups, shaking against gigi's sweater, jeongie's lap, yizhuo's hold, and jimin's hands, god, you felt so loved.

you felt so cared for, so adored, so safe, so comforted, so warm. rina leaving the gentlest kisses on ur leg and hands, aeri placing small pecks on ur forehead and hair, minjeong caressing your skin under your shirt, and ning holding you in the most comforting embrace, mumbling to herself against your back ("oh my sweet sweet girl, I'm so sorry you feel so broken, I love you so much :((("). they felt so good, so sweet, like home.

sitting there for minutes to hours, just holding onto you like their precious baby (you are), never leaving your side for a second, making sure every inch of your body was paid attention to. it made you melt further and further into them, something u needed desperately in this moment (it's also cold as fuck outside). u stopped crying on your own, feeling the tears stain ur cheeks as they slowly stopped falling from your eyes, sniffling to recollect yourself (and not leave gross remnants on ur gf's givenchy sweater).

the sound of ur soft giggle made all of them look at u. you sniffle once, twice, hiccup, before mumbling loud enough onto giselle's skin, "fuck."

they all let out an amused chuckle or sigh, rubbing at your skin, your back, patting your head or hair, anything, anywhere, just touching you and making sure you feel their love and affection for you.

"I hate to ruin your designer aeri..." you pull back slightly away from her neck, bringing a hand up to brush at your nose.

"don't even worry your pretty little head about it my love, are you kidding? I don't care about this, especially not when I have the most precious thing in the world right here," she states so sweetly, kissing ur stained cheeks.

"I wet it..." u hiccup.

"it's not like it's the first time you've cried into this sweater. except, it was for other reasons," aeri snickers next to your ear.

karina scowls, winter grimaces, and ningning bellows with laughter. you playfully hit her shoulder and roll your tired eyes as she smiles at you with that adorable and sweet :] shaped grin of hers. jimin taps your thigh and you look down at her, "tough day?"

you nod your head with a heavy sigh, the two younger girls following it up with rubbing your body caringly.

"you should rest princess, let's get you relaxed, okay?" yizhuo behind you rests her chin on your shoulder and says against your ear, the other girls nodding in agreement.

you let out a silent but audible okay before your girlfriends get to work. helping you get cleaned up and out of your clothes you've been in all day, getting you water and electrolytes to replenish the amount of tears you shed, feeding you dinner, getting you ready to sleep in your bed. they all do this in such blissful and comfortable silence, putting your mind at ease and peace as to not stimulate your overwhelmed form any further. they were so calm and patient with you, speaking softly and treating you gently, making sure you were okay with every little simple yet thoughtful thing they did to and for you.

as the girls discussed silently with one another who would stay with you for the night, your weak voice raised from behind them, immediately grabbing their attention.

"please, I need all of you with me tonight. please stay with me?"

the desperation and sorrow in your voice made their hearts ache. they love you so much, like so fucking much. so of course, they did. all of you cuddled up together in karina's big bed, you snuggled up nice, tight, and warm in the center. the soft noises the girls around you made as they slumbered, making sure they had some part of their body touching yours, never wanting to feel you apart from them.

"sleep baby," minjeong's soft cute voice emerges from the dark, her face digging into your neck and placing the sweetest kisses against your skin, "you deserve every bit of rest in the universe."

slow-burn, enemies-to-lovers drama

Jimin is the ruthless CEO of a top fashion brand

you’re the passionate, rebellious designer she just can’t seem to fire

the script said just a brief, hesitant kiss

ONE kiss filled with tension and unsaid emotions

but the leaked behind-the-scenes clip??? LMAOOOO

Jimin doesn’t just kiss you

her lips stay, barely pulling away before she goes in again, tilting her head slightly, like she’s savoring every second

her fingers graze your jaw, as if she forgot where she was for a moment

“CUT!”

Jimin just stands there, her gaze flickering down to your lips

"Should we… run that again?" she asks, voice lower than usual

ofc the internet loses it:

"Y’ALL SHE WAS STILL STARING AT Y/N’S LIPS AFTER THEY SAID CUT" "Karina redefined ‘method acting’ because sis was NOT acting." "Her hands?? The way she leaned in for more?? Ma’am, we SEE you" "i know what you are, yu jimin"

during an interview, when asked about the extra kisses, jimin just smirks and shrugs???

"I was in character. What can I say?"

Aeri

The Laid-Back, Effortlessly Cool Lead

modern college romance

Aeri is the flirty bad-girl lead

your characters spend the whole drama dancing around each other

until one night, you finally confess

the kiss is supposed to be one slow, meaningful press of lips before you both part, eyes heavy with emotion

but in the behind-the-scenes footage, Aeri doesn’t move away

she presses another quick kiss

and another

then, she grins — all mischievous and unbothered — before leaning in once more

"Oops," she murmurs against your lips, eyes playful. "Guess I got carried away."

Fans immediately go insane:

"CARRIED AWAY??? GIRL YOU KISSED HER LIKE FOUR TIMES WTH" "That little smirk? That extra kiss? GISELLE" "Ma’am, this is a workplace"

In an interview, Aeri just laughs

"I mean, if you have the chance, wouldn’t you?"

the host stares at her while the fans are SCREAMING

Minjeong

The “Accidentally” Romantic Soft-Hearted Lead

heartwarming, small-town romance

your characters reunite after years apart, realizing they were always meant for each other

Minjeong is the clumsy but utterly lovable childhood best friend who has always been in love with you

the kiss is supposed to be one sweet peck. nothing more.

but in the leaked video, Winter kisses you

then laughs nervously against your lips

then, without thinking, she kisses you again but a little firmer this time

then she pulls back, blinking like she just realized what she did

"Oh. Uh. That felt… nice?"

the crew bursts into laughter because that was the gayest thing they'd witness the entire shoot

the internet immediately eats it up:

"SHE JUST KEPT GOING HELPPPP" "Winter.exe stopped working after kissing Y/N" "someone please tell this girl she’s in LOVE"

in an interview, Minjeong turns completely red and waves her hands frantically

"I-It was just… I wasn’t thinking! It was… ahhh!"

Yizhuo

The Shamelessly Bold Scene-Stealer

passionate, high-stakes romance

Yizhuo is a fearless rockstar who falls for the quiet, reserved lyricist a.k.a. you

the kiss is supposed to be a brief, heated moment, before she pulls away, looking conflicted

but in the leaked behind-the-scenes clip???

she doesn’t pull away

she kisses you once, twice, three times

her hands tangle in your hair as she deepens it just slightly, her body pressing closer

“CUT!”

she finally breaks away...

only to wink at you

"I think we got that scene, right?" she teases, biting her lip

fans go feral:

"NINGNING. WHAT WAS THAT." "She wasn’t even pretending bruh that was REAL" "I want what Y/N has. Immediately. Like RIGHT NOW."

in an interview, Yizhuo just smirks

"I guess I got too into the moment"

she says it so casually, twirling her hair like she didn’t just rock the entire internet

“oh? are you blushing again? did your heart flutter because of me?” jimin would ask, staring at you intently with faux innocence. she’s amused by your hand reaching out to swat her face away. despite your disdain for her flirty nature, some part of you felt satisfied whenever jimin’s attention would be on you solely. it was egotistical, but you enjoyed it nonetheless; the fact that this one girl had people bowing down at her feet, worshipping her, but she only focused on you.

jimin’s flirting has no end; during vlogs, behind the scenes, instagram lives, concerts and even fanmeets. like that one time, a fan had asked jimin who she would her sibling date in aespa and her response had twitter up in flames the next day.

“who would i let my sibling date?” jimin hums thoughtfully, her head swaying from side to side as she observes her fellow members. you catch the way her lips curl into a smirk above the microphone, “that person must be a kind and sweet girl then…”

there’s multiple chants of ‘y/n’ from the crowd of mys, no doubt due to the popularity of ynrina. you bow your head down, cheeks already slightly red. then, jimin says, “maybe aeri? she’s very caring and reliable.”

the crowd falls silent with disappointment and then one fan shouts, “why not y/n?!” the mention of your name makes you snap your head upwards and you reach for the microphone to retort. yet, jimin beats you to it and she giggles slyly, “y/n is mine.”

“what?!” another fan shrieks and suddenly, they all erupt into cheers and screams. you wince at their loudness, the fluffy headband resting neatly on your hair nearly falling down. jimin’s face is filled with satisfaction and your members are equally as stunned as the crowd.

you groan, already feeling the fatigue from having to do another late instagram live to feed the fanservice after today. jimin only grins, clearly elated by the response of the fans.

“jimin-ah, why do you like y/n?!”

the mentioned girl only hums, supposedly unfazed by all the commotion caused by her answer.

“y/nnie? her reaction’s are cute, no?” jimin smiles, glancing at you. unfortunately for yourself, the seating arrangement was according to age and being the second oldest, you found yourself sitting next to jimin. “and she’s a good cook. she always cooks for us and her ramen is delicious. i think she would make a good girlfriend.”

your ears burn with embarrassment as multiple flashes go off, capturing the moment that would surely make its way onto the trending page tomorrow. jimin merely nods, proud of herself.

“what about you, y/n-ah?!”

you swallow your saliva, inhaling sharply and picking up the microphone. there’s a moment of hesitation before you mutter, “jimin unnie would make a good sister-in-law.”

the crowd bursts into disappointment and jimin glares at you playfully with disapproval. she huffs, “am i not your type?” her question only further fuels the burning heat in your cheeks. you can barely look at her now, eyes staring straight at the numerous letters and gifts your fans had given you that were all laid out on the table.

“so who would you choose to date then?” jimin adds. you can feel the saliva in your throat drying up, “uhm… maybe… minjeongie…”

“kim minjeong, don’t steal my y/n!” jimin yells as minjeong rolls her eyes. your eyes fall on yizhuo, who’s already grimacing at the scene. you just know she’s imagining her twitter timeline tomorrow.

“stop making fun of her before she explodes,” aeri chides as jimin gleefully chuckles. the older one reaches over to prod at your cheek, feeling the warmth and then cradling it in her palm, “her face is so hot.”

“unnie—” your voice comes out strained and luckily for you, minjeong cuts in, “rina unnie, calm down.”

jimin halts for a second and then sighs loudly and dramatically. she leans back into her chair, pouting. you can still feel the adrenaline rushing through your bloodstream from her touch. it’s maddening the way she can make you feel so flustered without much effort.

true to your words, both ‘karina’ and ‘y/n’ trended on twitter the next day. the keywords had exploded in popularity and there were thousands of edits of this supposed y/nrina moment.

@jjimyangs | 28/09/24

ynrina’s cute relationship ^^ the way rina says her sibling can’t date yn because yn is hers where can i find a yu jimin for myself 🙈

@ningzhyo | 28/09/24

ynrina is REAL. i can’t believe they’re this flirty and sweet in front of us this is sickening omfg im about to throw up. if they arent dating i’ll eat my sock

@solddaeng | 28/09/24

aespa trending cuz of ynrina… thank you gay people for existing 🙏🙏

UCHINAGA AERI — only one bed

going on tour meant having barely an hour’s worth of sleep, frantic running and packing, drastic practices that drained your energy and sharing hotel rooms together. most of the time, the company would be able to book separate rooms for all the members. at least when they were free, they could rest with comfort. you appreciated that fact. either that or the company would at least have member sharing a twin bed hotel room rather than a single.

yet, the hasty planning of the tour led to some misunderstandings and confusion. everyone had been working extremely hard for the upcoming schedules and perhaps some miscommunication had happened. hence, that’s why you found yourself staring at a single bed with uchinaga aeri by your side. for the hongkong stop, aeri was to share a room with you and you didn’t mind at all. you had been her roommate for a couple of months before. aeri was neat, clean and helpful.

unfortunately you couldn’t fathom how you both would be able to fit on a single bed. the room had no other space to sleep on— other than the living room couch.

you turn your head back to the couch situated right in front of the television stand. there’s already a feeling of soreness that runs through your back as you observe the firm and rough texture.

aeri was already having back aches with the amount of practise you had been doing and she couldn’t suffer another night. you weren’t too fond of sleeping on the couch either.

“let’s just sleep together,” aeri offers.

“will we both fit?” you ask hesitantly.

aeri grimaces slightly before nodding. you had already showered and due to your fatigue, you didn’t even notice that there was a single bed instead of two. freshly showered, aeri heads towards the bed and flops onto it. her body already took up almost a third of the space available and there was no doubt that you had to at least squeeze together to accommodate you as well. your hand reaches out to the side to turn off the remaining lamps. as the room dims, you take hesitant steps towards the bed.

you sit on top of the duvet sheet and carefully maneuver yourself to slide into the blanket. aeri only watches and she slowly inches closer to the side.

your skin eventually rests against the soft sheets and aeri’s body. her touch emits warmth and it sends a tingle down your spine. you don’t dare to look up at her, choosing to stare away. your hands are placed awkwardly by your side

“is this okay…?” aeri’s voice whispers beside your ear. you sink further into the mattress, feeling the tips of your ears burn at her close proximity. swallowing your saliva, you mumble back, “ye-yeah.. it’s fine.”

you can feel aeri shifting a bit before nodding her head. a moment of silence passes. your eyes eventually flutter close but aeri shuffles around again. when you peek in the darkness, half of her limbs are dangling down the bed and her face is scrunched up in discomfort. she’s facing the other side and at the edge of the bed.

“you should come closer. you’re gonna fall off,” you state, guilt seeping into you.

“it’s okay— there’s, uhm, not much space,” she replies. you ignore her words and turn around. once you’re facing her back directly, you reach out to tug at her arm, pulling her closer to the middle.

aeri lets out a whine but she doesn’t resist.

“should we just cuddle?” aeri asks quietly. there really wasn’t another way. you were fine with skinship but something about cuddling with the japanese seemed too intimate. you hadn’t been too comfortable with physical touch at first but after getting closer to the members, you would no longer flinch at their advances.

among all the members, you would say you spent the least time with aeri. despite being the same age, you just got too intimidated everytime she was near you. her domineering figure that towered over your head was frightening. sometimes, when you’re talking, she would lean down to listen better and it only makes you even more aware of how much taller she is than you. something about the noticable height difference made your chest constrict and your cheeks flush.

“i guess so,” you try to hide the nervousness in your voice. unfortunately, it does crack a little but aeri pays no mind to it. just as you flip your body around, she flings a hand over your waist, pulling your back flush against her chest. goosebumps rise against your skin as you feel her body warmth.

“this is better,” aeri mutters, sighing comfortably. her cool breath breezes over your ear, forcing an involuntary shiver that makes you shrink in her arms even further. her legs are woven with yours, tangling together like threads. you can feel every inch of the smooth expanse of her legs that silently, you curse yourself for wearing shorts. “you okay?” aeri asks.

“yes, i’m fine,” you croak out, “goodnight aeri.”

“mhm— night, lovely.”

@aebbltrans | 21/09/24

🌙💬 bubble update

‘did everyone sleep well?’

+1 📸

‘i sure did 🤭’

seems like ynselle slept together?!

@aerishilton | 21/09/24

yn and gigi shared a hotel room and bed last night omfg and gigi posting a photo of them cuddling YNSELLE NATION WE ARE ALIVE!

KIM MINJEONG — sunshine x sunshine protector

you had known minjeong for a long time— ever since you were trainees. most of the time, she was broody and indifferent. popular for her cold looks, the stage name ‘winter’ suited her well. sometimes, rarely, she would smile. you didn’t understand why she had such a poker face on for the longest time until she had gifted you with the sight of her smile. then you understood that it was because the curl of her lips would give people heart attacks immediately.

minjeong wouldn’t smile often, but when she did, it was like a gift from god himself. hence, everytime she would grace you with her smile, you would subconsciously capture the memory in your mind.

when you had first debuted, minjeong was criticised heavily for not having any facial expressions. you had spent countless nights as burner twitter accounts arguing with trolls and haters. you hated how everytime she went online, her smile would dim further.

you would have your ipad, macbook and phone all displaying the comment section under minjeong’s fancams and everytime you spotted a hate comment, you would start arguing with them about how minjeong was definitely not a robot and she had real emotions. sometimes minjeong would wake up from her naps, groggily hugging your back for comfort and you would get distracted from this super important matter at hand.

(but minjeong always comes first and she gives really good hugs, so you’ll abandon your devices in favour of cuddling her under her thick, comfy blanket.)

one time, the hate comments were especially bad and minjeong didn’t come out for dinner, even refusing her favourite food. obviously worried, you had gone to her room, begging for her to let you in.

after some time, minjeong finally opened the door. you had felt your chest deflating at her puffy eyes and red nose, still sniffling. you spent that entire night talking to minjeong, saying how proud you are of her and how she shouldn’t listen to whatever mindless nonsense she was reading.

“—i know it’s difficult to express your emotions well and i understand. you can always talk to me. i just want you to be happy,” you had comforted her. minjeong only stared at you, confused.

“i’m the happiest version of myself right now,” she had stated firmly. despite the evident tears rolling down her rosy cheeks, her voice was full of conviction. you could only smile fondly and rest your head against hers, wrapping an arm around her shoulder.

at that moment, you had vowed to always protect minjeong. that precious smile that you rarely saw— it needed to be preserved gently, like a diamond. if you could keep her in a museum, protected behind a layer of thick glass no one could penetrate, you would.

even a few years into your career, when aespa was steadily growing in popularity, you had deemed yourself as the knight in shining armor that would protect your minjeong from harm. traveling meant that fans would swarm the airport and paparazzi would camp outside the terminals, hoping to take photos of the newly arrived idols.

the moment you stepped out of the gates, fans had started pushing around and a crowd swiftly formed, surrounding the whole group and the bodyguards. minjeong was latched onto your arm and you felt her grip tighten as multiple flashes of cameras went off. you had pulled her a little closer to your body, ensuring that the horde of fans couldn’t get too close.

“winter! look here!”

"karina-ssi!"

minjeong’s head turns and she’s nearly bombarded by a new onslaught of fans, all pushing towards her like zombies. instinctively, you step ahead to block her from everyone, a scowl plastered on your face. you loved your fans and your life as an idol but sometimes the attention was overwhelming. hands reached out through the gaps between the security, holding letters and gifts. you had tried your best to grab any envelopes with one hand since your other was occupied with hugging minjeong.

one hand filled with letters, you try to muster up a grateful smile at everyone despite your annoyance that they were shoving cameras in your face. the other members were in front, jimin leading the way while aeri and yizhuo followed closely behind. you could see the gate where the company car was parked from far away. knowing that you would reach soon, relief settled in your heart while minjeong’s fingernails dug into your skin.

“you okay?” you ask loudly over all the shouting. minjeong nods meekly and exclaims through her mask, “i’m okay!”

almost a third of the way there, you hear a yelp within the crowd and a blur flashes by your face. security immediately tries to block off the stranger breaching through their protection. the person manages to just glide their fingertips on minjeong’s shoulder before you jump into action, grasping the collar of their shirt and pulling them as far away as you could from minjeong. then, you shove them forcefully into the hands of your bodyguards, leaving them to deal with the stranger. you can feel minjeong trembling beside you and internally, you curse yourself for not acting faster.

the rest of the trip to the car goes by smoothly; all the fans seemed a little more timid now, probably shocked that their idol would push them away and scared of the repercussions if they did get too close. the moment you entered the car, you inhale sharply, finally catching a breath of fresh air from all the commotion.

“thank you for just now,” minjeong whispers quietly and if you hadn’t been paying extra attention to her, you would have missed it.

“that guy got too close,” you shake your head, frowning at the thought of him being within a metre radius of minjeong. the girl only pouts cutely, “at least you were there to save me.” she says it like she’s a damsel in distress that you were owed the duty of protecting. maroon colouring your cheeks, you cough awkwardly, “just making sure you guys are fine.”

“you should join the security team,” jimin chuckles while aeri feels up your biceps, aweing in disbelief, “how’d you manage to throw him like that?! you don’t even go to the gym.”

meanwhile, yizhuo just sighs, “twitter’s going to be crazy tomorrow.”

@kminsiksgf | 29/09/24

DOES ANYONE HAVE THAT VIDEO OF YN TOSSING THE SASAENG AWAY FROM MINJEONG

@krynaeri | 29/09/24

oomf just blessed me with a new minyn moment 😫 wish i was mj so bad i want yn to be throwing people around for me.

@ynbubble | 29/09/24

🫧💭 [3.17pm]

mys~~ please be careful if you come see us at the airport ^^ walk slowly and carefully! to protect yourself don’t push around and make sure to be respectful!

+1 📸

look at how well minjeongie is taking her afternoon nap! like a cute puppy 🐶

NING YIZHUO — enemies to lovers (one-sided)

ever since the chinese girl had became your roommate, you had hated her. from the moment she landed in sm, she always managed to ignite a fire of rage inside you. ning yizhuo was cocky, rude and nasty in your eyes. you wouldn’t understand why jimin and minjeong were so prone to hanging out with her since she was a literal spawn of satan. sometimes you think that god sent her up to earth from hell to test your limits.

constantly eating your snacks, throwing paper airplanes at your head folded from lyric sheets, purposely bumping into you during dance practices, was there a day that went by without your blood boiling because of ning yizhuo? you hated how she used her angelic charms and innocence as a maknae to get herself out of trouble. when you had received the confirmation of shooting a debut music video, your heart had leapt, then dropped down into a bottomless pit when jimin had awkwardly muttered, “ning too.”

since your debut wasn’t truly confirmed until the music video dropped, you had prayed every day consistently, hoping that somehow, one of the higher-ups would decide to take yizhuo out of the lineup. yet, that never happened since on the seventeenth of november, you had debuted with yizhuo by your side. the anger you held for her subsided for a while during the first round of promotions since even it couldn’t overwhelm the happiness of debuting. but the moment everything settled again, it came back swinging in full force.

nothing you did seemed to restrain yizhuo from causing trouble. she would even bully you in front of the cameras, pinching your cheeks and smacking your shoulder roughly, all under the guise of being friendly. yizhuo knew you wouldn’t retaliate against her while shooting, so she took her chance. the popularity of the ‘tom and jerry’ duo, as fans had coined, only further brought suffering in your life. management would constantly want you and yizhuo to interact and they would force you to sit next to each other during fanmeetings.

“stop pinching me!” you yell, whacking yizhuo’s hand away with a my melody plushie a fan had gifted. the crowd only laughed at how yizhuo avoided your attacks and squeezed your cheeks gleefully. you wanted to smack that smirk off her face.

“mys, isn’t y/n so cute?” yizhuo asks, grinning proudly. head pounding from how hard your heart was beating, you give up fighting back and choose to glare at yizhuo between your squished cheeks.

“stop bullying her,” jimin chuckles, putting on a night fury headpiece. yizhuo rolls her eyes but she relents. throughout the fansign, she would make teasing comments, borderline almost hurtful if you weren’t already used to her antics.

one fan had asked, “how do you deal with ningning all the time? you’re very patient.”

you had to hide the disgusted sneer on your face and opt for a casual laugh, “she’s a handful. i’m just doing my best.”

yizhuo had obviously giggled at your lie and continued conversing with her own fan animatedly. just as another fan sits down, you hear the mind-boggling request of, “can we have ningy/n posing together?” your eyes had nearly bulged out of their sockets and you almost blurted out for her to repeat her question. unfortunately, yizhuo had heard her (because she has supersonic bat hearing, which you found out after you had cursed her under your breath and she merely winked at you).

“c’mere,” yizhuo wiggles her fingers around, pulling your chair closer and forming a half of a heart with her left hand. begrudgingly, you do the same with your right hand, smiling at the wave of flashes that go off. her other hand wraps around your shoulder, gripping it tightly but playing it off as skinship. you wince at the sharp nails that dig into your bare skin.

even after the fansign, you could still see the indents she left behind if you craned your neck. the car ride back to the dorms was the only peace and quiet you kept to yourself. yizhuo would normally be knocked out after such a tiring day and she, understandably, would much rather sleep than annoy her favourite member. you would sneak glances at yizhuo, who was coincidentally sitting next to you, making sure she wouldn’t jolt awake and scare you or anything.

(at least that’s what you told yourself.)

the bumpy ride only caused yizhuo to flinch and shift uncomfortably in her seat, cuddling further into one of the many plushies the fans had given her. you would use this time to stare out the window and admire the serenity of the scenery. when the car hit a particularly rough patch in the road, yizhuo jostled before her head dropped lowly onto your shoulder. you couldn’t even recoil away since you were sitting next to the car door.

“how cute,” aeri teases, pointing at yizhuo who rested soundly. you grit your teeth and scoff, “this wasn’t by choice.”

your quick quips attracted the attention of jimin and minjeong as well, who joined in.

“are you sure you hate her?” minjeong asks mockingly. you clench your fists and make a gesture of punching her. unfazed, she only leans further into her seat and whispers conspiratorially, “she likes you, don’t you know?”

“shut up—”

jimin cuts in, “seriously though, ningie has never paid so much attention to someone before.”

your cheeks redden involuntarily and there’s a conspicuous gulp of saliva that goes down your throat.

“what?!”

“don’t you get it? why ningie only teases you?” aeri questions again, her voice full of intrigue this time. with the members’ stares on you, you can only squeeze your eyes shut and huff loudly, “it’s not like that!”

sighing, aeri turns back to her phone, “sure kid. whatever you wanna tell yourself.”

similar to aeri, minjeong and jimin do the same and indulge in their own conversation while you’re left to ponder about their words.

ning yizhuo who would only steal your pocky. ning yizhuo who would only doodle on your lyric sheets. ning yizhuo who would constantly find some way to make you angry. ning yizhuo who you hated.

you knew she was doing all this to get a reaction out of you but you hadn’t expected it to be for such a reason.

ning yizhuo who only ever wanted your attention.

your entire body flushes at the realisation and you freeze when yizhuo stretches her arms out, waking from her slumber.

“ah— sorry,” she says lowly, her voice raspy from the nap. you don’t bother replying her, scared that your own voice might crack. hiding behind your bangs, you face away.

yizhuo doesn’t take the hint that you physically cannot speak to her right now and she insteads places a hand on your thigh that sends sparks of humiliation throughout your veins, grinning slyly, “your shoulder’s super comfortable. lend it to me some other time, okay?”

🔔 NINGNING just made a post.

with my favourite y/nnie! ☀️💛

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aerichandesu don’t hog y/n all to yourself 😕

↳ imnotningning she likes me the most.

imwinter i thought i was your favourite?

↳ imnotningning sorry, no.

katarinabluu congrats on the newlyweds~

debuting with aespa was something you didn’t expect. same training years, same sleepless nights in the practice room, same shaky hands during evaluations, same cohort as karina and winter, same dorm room as ningning.

you loved the girls dearly— you couldn’t ask for better members; however, you were always there, somewhere between the spotlight and the shadows, another piece of the puzzle that made up aespa’s strange, futuristic magic. your presence was steady. quiet. you didn’t fight to be the center, but you were impossible to miss— especially to her.

winter. kim minjeong.

because she noticed you first.  

back in the trainee days, when her hair was still long and her voice cracked during high notes. she was always a little closed off back then, quiet and reserved, but you made her soften without even trying. alongside karina of course. you’d bring her and rina extra vitamin jellies, help her stretch before dance class, sit next to her in silence when she didn’t feel like talking. she never said thank you, not really, but she always looked at you for a little too long. 

you grew up together under fluorescent lights and mirrored walls.  

and eventually, somehow, you fell in love. i mean, how could you not?

it’s not official on paper. there are no contracts for this kind of thing, but it’s real in the way her fingers slip into yours beneath the table during meetings. it’s real in the way she texts you can i come to ur room? at 1AM when she can’t sleep. it’s real in the way she presses her face into your shoulder like a sleepy puppy when she’s too tired to flirt, too tired to pretend she doesn’t need you.

it’s hard, of course. dating as idols is risky. cruel, even. your lives don’t belong to you, not really, and neither does your love. but you’ve learned to make it work in the quiet ways— matching bracelets, identical phone charms, lingering glances on stage that only the fans seem to catch. 

because there’s winter— cutie, shy, and aegyo queen. but minjeong??  minjeong is the weirdest girlfriend.

she’s nonchalant about most things, always half-distracted, always pretending she doesn’t care. but she’s also so soft with you. nurturing in the strangest little ways. she steals your hoodies and then acts like you gave them to her. she buys you strawberry milk when you’re upset and says it was just “extra.” she lets you kiss her neck in the dressing room and then turns around and says “y/n-unnie.. we’re going to get in trouble,” with the faintest blush on her cheeks. she’s shy with affection until she’s not.  

until it’s 2AM, and you’re both lying on the studio floor in oversized shirts, and she rolls over and says, “i wish we could do this forever.” and you say, “we can.” and she smiles like she almost believes it.

you’re filming some behind-the-scenes content for the armageddon dance practice, just casual b-roll for the fans. the mood is light, everyone’s a little sweaty but laughing, sprawled across the floor between takes. you asked if you could take the camera and they allowed it, flipping it around between members, showing off tired faces and messy hair.

you pan to ningning with a big smile. “say hi to MY!”

“hi MY~” she singsongs, batting her eyelashes. giselle comes beside her and waves.

“winter wants you, unnie.” you furrow your brows and sigh.

“what does she want from me…?” giselle shrugs and you accept defeat, going over to where karina and winter are.

“unnie~” winter calls from her corner where she was staring at herself in the mirror. 

before you can reply, the choreographer claps to signal the start of practice again. you can see winter’s clear disappointment when she rolls her eyes so hard it looks like they would be stuck there.

you’re nailing the chorus this time. the footwork, the hand movement, that little pop of your body— it all lands right, clean, controlled, and you don’t even realize you’re smiling until it’s over.

winter, who loves to watch you dance and reach a flow state, bites her lip at the sight of you practicing to yourself when you all get a break again. she comes from behind and wraps her arms around you, voice low in your ear, “you’re doing such a good job, aegiya~”

and your body reacts before your mind can. you freeze at her touch and words, letting out a whine of disbelief.

“kim minjeong… yah… you always do this during practice.” she notices the blush on your face and lets out that stupid cocky chuckle into your neck.

“you like it, hm?” then the woman walks off with her towel in hand and giggles as she approaches karina.

evil, evil woman.

in all honesty, you don’t really know why that turned you on. you’re not even sure why it hit you so hard. it’s not like she’s never praised you before. she’s said you did well and you look so good on stage and i’m proud of you, all the sweet girlfriend things. but, somehow, this was different. maybe it was her tone, or the way her arms were around you… it was so effortlessly sexy.

“you’re doing such a good job,”

you’ll do an even better job later when you’re alone with her. 

pratice finally finishes and now you’re back at the dorm. the moment the front door clicks shut, you know you’re in trouble.

you’re still on the couch in your shorts and hoodie— nothing scandalous— but the second karina calls out “we’ll be back in like an hour, don’t burn the dorm down,” followed by giselle’s unmistakable “minjeong-ah, don’t do anything i wouldn’t do,” you feel heat crawl up your neck.

they’re not being subtle, they never are, but the second that door closes and the dorm falls quiet, it’s like the air changes.

minjeong’s standing in the middle of the living room. hair tied back, oversized sweats hanging low on her hips, water bottle dangling from her fingers. she raises a brow at you.

“you got food too, right?” you nod in response to her question.

she doesn’t say anything at first. minjeong just walks over, slow and easy, like she’s not about to ruin you. she drops onto the couch beside you, dropping her phone, her thigh brushing yours.

“so.”  pause. a smirk. “you like praise, huh?”

your breath catches. fuck.

you blink at her. “i—i mean, it’s not like—”

“jagiya.”

one word. you shut up.

“you literally whimpered when i called you a good girl. you think i didn’t notice?”

you look away, cheeks burning. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“well, we have about thirty minutes to kill. are you going to act like you weren’t thinking about it the second they left?”

you roll your eyes, still refusing to look at her. “about… what?”

“mm… i don’t know.. maybe about what about i said. how it made you feel.” she tilts her head and you finally look at her. “how much better it would sound if i called you my good girl when you’re on your knees?”

your thighs squeeze together. damn you, kim minjeong…

you sigh. “minjeo—“

“shh..” she grabs your chin and gazes into your eyes. “you were sooo good earlier… i think you deserve to be again, no?”

you’re on your knees within minutes.

the carpet is soft under your skin, but it doesn’t matter. nothing really does except her thighs under your hands, her scent— sweet, earthy, already wet— and the way she looks down at you like you’re her most prized possession.

she’s sitting back on the couch, sweatpants tossed to the ground, her boyshort panties slid over. her hoodie is pushed up, exposing her stomach, the faint twitch of muscle when she shifts her hips.

“look at you,” she murmurs, fingers threading into your hair. “so pretty, like you were made to be there..”

you whimper— actually whimper— and she smiles.

“go ahead, aegiya. make me feel good.”

you kiss her thighs first, soft and reverent, tongue flicking teasingly against the sensitive skin there. you can feel the way she tenses, the muscles in her legs flexing under your hands. she doesn’t rush you— just watches, breathing slow, eyes dark.

when you finally lean in and lick a slow stripe up her slit, she exhales sharply through her nose.

“fuck, baby…”

you lap at her again, firmer this time, letting your tongue explore slick folds, the tight ache of her entrance, the way her clit twitches when you breathe over it. you focus there, tongue circling, then flattening, then sucking gently.

“oh my god— jagiya—”

her voice catches, hips rolling forward into your mouth. she grabs your hair, not hard, just grounding, and starts guiding you, rhythm slow and steady.

“just like that,” she whispers. “don’t stop. mm—you’re doing so well.”

you moan against her, and the vibration makes her tremble, leading you to get bolder.

you bring one hand up, spreading her open gently, and slide your tongue lower, teasing her entrance. she gasps, thighs twitching as you fuck her with your tongue, slow and deep. you’re determined to earn that good girl title.

“shit— yes, baby— fuck…”

her hand tightens in your hair, the other gripping the couch cushion. you glance up at her— she’s flushed, lips parted, head tilted back. gorgeous.

you pull back just enough to speak, voice wrecked.

“you taste so good, minjeong.”

her eyes snap down to you.

“say it again.”

“you taste soo fucking good... i wanna stay down here all night…”

she groans and grabs your jaw gently, thumb brushing your cheek.

“you’re gonna make me cum just from that mouth, aegiya. keep going.”

you suck her clit again, firmer this time, while your fingers slide down between her legs, testing, teasing. she spreads her thighs wider for you, a silent invitation.

you slide one finger inside her. hot. tight. so wet.

she gasps, eyes fluttering.

“yes— more— give me more, sweet girl.”

you add a second finger, curling up into that spot you know drives her crazy. her reaction is immediate—hips stuttering, a string of curses spilling from her lips.

“oh fuck— there— right there, baby— don’t stop—”

you fuck her with your fingers, tongue never leaving her clit, your free hand keeping her thighs spread. she’s a mess now—panting, moaning, tugging your hair like she’s trying to anchor herself.

“my good girl,” she gasps, voice shaking. “my perfect girl— fuck— you’re gonna make me cum—”

her whole body snaps forward, a broken cry punched out of her chest as she cums on your mouth, thighs clamping around your head. you don’t stop—just ride it out, licking her through it as her hips jerk and her hands scramble for purchase.

“fuckfuckfuck— yes— yes, baby— don’t— mhmm—don’t stop—”

you keep going until she begs.

“too much— jagiya— please— i need— i need a second—”

you finally pull back, lips shiny, chin soaked, eyes wide and dazed with love.

she’s wrecked, sprawled on the couch, hoodie damp with sweat, chest rising and falling like she just ran a marathon.

she looks down at you.

“wow…” she whispers. “how did i get so lucky?”

you crawl up into her lap, settling between her legs, nose brushing hers.

“because i’m a good girl, remember?”

she laughs— soft and breathless— and kisses you.

⋆˚࿔ clingy!gf karina who texts and calls you every hour of the day, whether it’s just to check up on you or just because she wants to hear your voice. and when she’s not there for those type of moments, she always talks you through it, wishing she was there touching you instead.

⋆˚࿔ clingy!gf karina who loves when you wear dresses, especially to dinners with friends because it’s easy for her to slip her fingers inside you under the table. loving the way you struggle trying not to make a sound. pushing you even more when she whispers in your ear:

“is everything alright, baby? you’re shaking.”

⋆˚࿔ clingy!gf karina who won’t stop eating you out even when you try to push her back, legs tightening around her. she holds you in place as she devours you—not wanting to leave the space between your legs.

- WINTER.

❆ clingy!gf winter who spends her days off, snuggled against you, binge watching her favorite dramas with you. eventually getting distracted with kissing you.

❆ clingy!gf winter who always needs to hold your hand no matter where you two are. you could let go of her hand for a second to do something and she’d be already reaching out for yours again. would even go as far as giving you the silent treatment if you didn’t hold her hand at all that day.

❆ clingy!gf winter who hates sleeping without you pressed against her. she needs to be under you or cuddled up with you in her arms. if you moved in your sleep or tried to leave during the night she’d reach out, half asleep, pulling you back and holding you tighter.

❆ clingy!gf winter who loves it when your praise her, wanting to hear your voice more as she pushes you to the brink of seeing stars. she needs you to be vocal so she can hear how good she’s doing for you.

❆ clingy!gf winter who’s big on aftercare—never letting you sleep without making sure you’re okay. she’d pull you into her arms and kiss your shoulder while she whispers in your ear:

“you did such a good job, baby. im proud of you.”

“are you okay? was i too hard on you, baby?”

- GISELLE.

ᝰ.ᐟ clingy!gf giselle who makes you playlists and buys you her favorite albums so you’d have something to remind you of her when she isn’t there. definitely having a playlist full of sensual songs for when you and her make love.

ᝰ.ᐟ clingy!gf giselle who purposely leaves visible marks on your body, not caring if you’re having problems covering them. she wants everyone to know you’re already spoken for.

ᝰ.ᐟ clingy!gf giselle who always steals your clothes when she’s sleeps over. at first she did it for keepsakes, to have your scent with her—taking your hoodie, her favorite top on you. then she started taking your bra and underwear, using it to get herself off at night.

ᝰ.ᐟ clingy!gf giselle who always finds a way to post you, whether it’s your arm, a picture from the date you two went on, or you holding cooper with an emoji covering your face. she loves showing you off even if she’s the only who knows it’s you.

ᝰ.ᐟ clingy!gf giselle who takes you to parties with her, then gets jealous when you actually talk to people as if you were supposed to stay glued to her the whole night. dragging you into the bathroom, fingering you until you’re a crying mess.

ᝰ.ᐟ clingy!gf giselle who likes to wake you up with her legs tangled between yours and her hand inside your shorts, finger making circles on your clit. she wants to be the first thing you wake up to.

- NINGNING.

𑣲 clingy!gf ningning who would slip under your jacket just to feel your skin against hers. falling asleep to the sound of your heart beating.

𑣲 clingy!gf ningning who never forgets to buy matching things for the both of you whenever she’s on tour: rings, keychains, subtle clothing—anything for you to feel closer to her.

𑣲 clingy!gf ningning who sends memes and pictures of herself throughout the day, wanting all of your attention on her. even sending voice msgs when she wants the only thing in your head to be her voice.

𑣲 clingy!gf ningning who acts like a brat all day: ignoring you whenever you try to speak to her, giving you smart ass replies, and purposely being defiant just so you can fuck the attitude out of her once you get home.

𑣲 clingy!gf ningning who’s needy whenever she’s drunk, not being able to keep her lips off of you. she wouldn’t wait to get home, dragging you into a restroom or a bedroom, begging you to go down on her.

warnings: touch starved reader, lil suggestive, kissing, kissing with fever(?)

a/n: i write this in liek, 1-2hours and it's not proofread but i wanted to post something :D it's literally 3AM gawd

1. jimin

- notices first how you stiffen when her hand accidentally brushes against yours in the kitchen.

- ”are you okay, yn?”

- realizing how the simplest touch affects you, jimin immediately tells the other girls to be careful when touching you.

- testing the waters, she starts with soft pats on the back while helping with the dishes—but the one that makes you melt: she kisses her index and middle fingers and gently taps them on your lips.

- always, and i mean always, finds a way to touch you in the most comforting way.

- until one day, you decide she's earned her prize and kiss her hungrily in the kitchen while she's busy washing veggies. 🩷

2. aeri

- one night, you come home drunk and dizzy to find aeri sitting on the couch, arms crossed, eyebrows furrowed.

- ”where the heck have you been?” she says, hesitantly trying to support your limp body—only to be pushed back.

- ”don't touch me!” you snap, more reflex than intention, and watch as aeri rubs the arm you shoved.

- you kick off your shoes, throw your coat on the floor, and drape yourself over aeri, mumbling, ”sorry…” with your face tucked into the crook of her neck.

- God, aeri has to resist letting her hands wander when you start drunkenly kissing her all over the face, leaving red smudges.

- eventually, you pull her into the bedroom and…

3. minjeong

- oh my god, this puppy can't keep her hands to herself?!?!?!?!!??!??

- it's so hard for minjeong to resist touching you everywhere (you've seen how she is with jimin!)

- giving you intense stares while biting her lip and playing with the hem of her shirt… sometimes even brushing her waist over your thighs when reaching for the remote.

- and you must admit—minjeong's touch is always warm and gentle, making it easier for you to accept her fully.

- one night, you're feverish and weak. and it's minjeong's turn to take care of you.

- she sits by your bed, kneeling—when she could easily lie next to you—watching your face, tracing it with her eyes.

- she lights up when you reach for her hand, whispering, “ynnie, you're so pretty.”

- you're face-to-face now, so close, too close. her breath brushes your upper lip as you slowly creep your hand up her neck, pulling her closer—

- and she devours you, not caring if she might catches your fever too.

4. ningning

- like minjeong, she's dying to touch you.

- but once jimin tells the girls to be careful, ningning listens.

- instead, she leaves little notes on your headboard: ’good luck!’, ’i love you *mwah*’ (with a lipstick stain), ’don't forget to eat😋’

- sometimes she wears shorts that barely cover her thighs to make you stare!

- ”might as well come sit on my lap if you're staring that hard, yn-ah.”

- she spoils you with plushies—gives you a new one every two weeks. sometimes tiny ones, sometimes giants. you could build a kingdom with the amount she's gifted you.

- ’brought you a new friend!” she chirps—only to gasp when you pull her into an unexpected hug, kissing her gently, ”my room's gonna be filled with plushies, ning.”

- after that, she touches you everywhere, anywhere, anytime—now that you’ve said you're comfortable with her.

Around the corner of Yizhuo's apartment, she invites Minjeong to sleep over so they can get the most out of the monthly event in their little game, the latter doesn't take more than a second to oblige and accept with a high pitched happy squeal, which made you smile despise your own tiredness. To your side you could hear an "Ouch!" again, making you fully giggle at Karina's petty refusal to just sleep on you.

Minjeong and Yizhuo bid their goodbyes and wished you all to have a nice night and demand you to send pictures if you take any cute ones, you blow them both kisses as they walk into Ningning's building.

"You should give me a dog as an apology," Karina demands with an unmistakable pout in her pretty lips, you know the only reason she's not looking back to you is to not see the way your eyes soften at the sight of her angry face. "A hundred dogs, actually. That's the bare minimum you should do for me."

Aeri laughs at that, she holds your arm tighter and snuggles her nose into your pulse further as if she's part of your own body, warm and belonging, because she does belong.

"How about one dog that's a hundred years old? Have you considered that?" You suggest and Jimin stifles a giggle that tried to rise so hard and suddenly she almost snorted, making you laugh loudly too, earning a slap on the naked top of your thigh from her shamefully grinning self. Aeri cackled at that while caressing the red spot left on your leg from Karina's mean love.

It doesn't take long after that for her apartment to be just on the horizon. As she was getting ready to leave, Jimin leans over your lap to give Giselle a gentle peck on her cheek, complaining about you one more time before leaving the car, for good measure. "Good night to Gigi, only. You can have nightmares." She said sourly before attempting to make an ugly face — impossible for her — then eventually leaning in to give you a soft kiss in the lips as well.

With your last girl holding onto your hand tightly, mindlessly playing with your fingers only to bite down hard on your shoulder whenever you tried to hold her hand back, you know that she won't be letting you go to your own apartment anytime soon.

Aeri's mouth was lapping on your dripping heat before you can even call out her name.

Spread open and vulnerable on her couch, your shaky knees pushed far apart as your spine arched away from the leather material. Your fingers ran through her soft hair, petting her head as affectionately as you possibly could despise of how hard you really wanted to pull her damp strands until it her scalp was stinging, and she was nice enough to reward your gentleness by humming against your red, puffy clit.

She's been going at it for what it felt like multiple hours and just a couple of seconds from how sensitive you felt, slow and detailed. Lazy strokes of her pierced tongue from your leaking hole up to your swollen clitoris, satisfied hums leaving her throat every couple of minutes, your face winced at how you could hear every obscene, disgusting little noise her tongue made while licking you open.

Every time you start shaking a tad too hard, she eases off the strength of her sucks and kisses just enough to let you calm down and not cum too quickly, but despise her best efforts to keep this going for hours… you already came twice — once while she had two fingers curling just right inside of you and another just from her lithe tongue, looking at her wasn't too good for your heartbeat either, your sweet juices were coating her chin and dripping down into the leather couch or sliding to her neck.

"T-take… Aeri, mmph- take it off, please… Gigi…" You try to communicate your needs between your helpless whimpers, biting down on your lip once it's visible that you succeeded. She pulls back slightly, her breathing wild and most of her face glistening from being buried into your heat for so long.

It doesn't take more than some seconds for her to fully realize what you had been asking for, a cocky grin making it's way to her beautiful face as she reached for the hem of her t-shirt, involuntarily mimicking your lip bite as she removed the piece of clothing, letting her pretty tits spring free.

"You just need to see me all the time, don't you? Pervert,” She murmurs, her voice sultry and begging for you to fight back, not once acknowledging her complete submission to your smallest of demands at all before leaning back down to press open-mouthed kisses and little love bites to your damp inner thighs. "You love me too much."

Your shaky fingers serve you one last time tonight, grabbing a handful of the hair in the back of her head and pushing her face up like you're using her hair as reins, smashing your puffy lips together, groaning almost pornographically at the taste of your own sweat and arousal in her tongue.

Aeri kisses you back with the same level of devotion and force, both of her hands finding home on your waist as she settled sat on one of your thighs, her damp panties leave a trail of wetness on top of your leg every time she frantically moves back and forth like a puppy in heat. You hug her shoulders, swallowing each and every one of her high pitched moans as if you've been starving for it.

A pitiful, little broken sound comes out of your throat when she trashes you back into the couch. Breaking the kiss and moving around on top of you, she comes back from the spot where she was messily looking through your pile of clothes with your panties in her hand. She gives the damp, flimsy material a deep kiss before kneeling back on the floor, maintaining an eye contact so intimate your whole body shuddered in hurt as she slipped your panties back up into your body.

No words were needed when she came back to the couch, you wordlessly place your left leg around her pelvis and she places her right leg around yours, your breath failing to reach out from your lungs as your wet spots touched for the first time, as soon as she pulled your hips closer. You reach for her face and she accepts you tender love as if it's not a reminder of how ruined you both are, her hold on your waist is strong but shaky, your hold on her cheek is gentle but your hands are slippery.

You slowly start moving against each other, the heat of your bodies eating you both alive, humping each other's leaking flowers with a passion that could be heard better than any other emotion in this apartment, shamelessly moaning and whining, pulling one another impossibly close as if you'll disappear any fleeting second from now on.

Aeri is the impatient type, it doesn't take long for her to aggressively rip her panties off of herself and push yours to the side so you could please each other properly. Scissoring like muts desperate to breed, the force of her thrusts was making you bounce a little from the couch back to her. The wet, filthy sounds coming from where your sticky messes sloppily kissed were enough to drive you even wilder, hips twitching helplessly, trying to match her pace.

She doesn't stop speaking, dragging herself against that puffy spot that made your brain shoot out sparkles up your spine as if there were ice cubes sliding up and down your lower back up to your neck. "I love you, pretty baby. I- mmhhp, I love y-you, more… more than anything," She promised, lips warm right on your temple.

There's no need to have your eyes open in this soft moment of destruction, you know exactly how she looks like during all of this.

You've always known Aeri looks the prettiest when she's using you.

The third orgasm shocks you like a whole thunderstorm, deep and all too consuming, your back arching off the couch as your cunts clamp down on every slide against each other, her voice coming out in broken pieces as she reaches her own relief just a few seconds behind you. You can't help but groan at her pretty noises, both of your thighs quivering pathetically around each other.

Aeri eases both of you through the aftershocks of your love with a gentle roll of her hips, her unsteady hand massaging your torso from sweaty waist up to your ribcage, in the same unhurried rhythm. Gently coaxing your every last tremor until your breathing became, at least slightly, stable again.

You can't help the whimper that involuntarily leaves your mouth when she notches her puffy, sensitive clit right against yours again.

"Just a little more, please? Just one more, angel…" she whines, her beautiful face dripping with sweat just a inch away from yours, bodies still assimilating the last waves of both of your orgasms. "Just one more… for me?"

You hug her neck one more time, she kisses you back instantly, enveloping each other's lips like a naturally intricate swan dance, devoted lovers bound by fate.

Then she starts to move again.

Long, deep slides against your sticky heat. One hand holding onto your bruised waist, the other slipping down to rub firm, slow circles and figure eights right above your swollen little bell. Her pretty hips moved restlessly, measured, calculated to perfection of edging herself.

You've sincerely lost count of how many times you came by this point, just keeping your eyes open because you don't wanna lose how purely majestic Aeri looks completely lost in pleasure.

It's easy to see when something different starts to build.

It makes her breaths come out sharper, heavier, a sensation that shows it's intensity from how hard her stomach clenches under your fingertips. Her moans almost panicked, pelvis twitching uncontrollably.

You bring a hand up to wipe the damp hairs from her face with a shaky touch, caressing her jaw so lovingly she can feel her eyes starting to sting as she tears up. "C'mon, baby. I'm right here, I love you, mmhm- I love you so much."

She angles her hips just a fraction deeper on the next wet slide, her eyes shutting down hard as her entire body prettily convulsed right there on top of you, the pressure snapped.

You ride the aftershocks with her, pulling her limp body to fall on top of yours. Your hands find home caressing her heated face then, her shoulders relaxed the second you kissed the top of her head.

Her hand came up to hold yours — softly now, almost worshiping.

She kisses your collarbones and rests her face right on the left crook of your neck, warm and belonging.

Because she does belong, and so do you.

you flip through the pages of your notebook, the faint smell of graphite and old coffee lingering in the air of the empty classroom. each line you skim is a memory of yesterday’s lecture, a doodle of a half-finished function, a reminder to buy milk for your mother. then a corner of the margin catches your eye—tiny, hurried handwriting in aeri’s looping script: “love potions?” beneath it, yizhuo’s blocky, almost-scrawl like a caption: “seriously, you need to try something. the universe won’t move for you.”

you stare at the words, half-smiling, half-groaning. you have never believed in black magic, never even thought of it beyond the odd halloween costume or the meme-filled instagram stories that glitter with “manifestation.” yet the three-hour afternoon you spent on the school roof, the wind rattling the rusted chain link fence, has lodged a strange seed in the back of your mind.

“you’re just scared,” aeri had said, kicking at a loose brick. “you can’t even look at liu when he passes by the front row. you need something… more assertive.”

“you’d think a love potion would be the most… efficient way to skip the whole awkwardness,” yizhuo added, his voice low enough that the other students on the bench didn’t hear. “besides, it’s just a little chemistry. you mix some herbs, a drop of something sweet, and—boom—maybe they’ll finally see you.”

you had laughed, then watched them scribble a list of ingredients on the back of a receipt: lavender, honey, a pinch of rose petals, a single drop of blood. the idea sounded absurd, the kind of thing you would whisper to your mom if she ever asked what you wanted for dinner—“i’d like a love potion, please.”

now the notebook lies open on the desk in front of you. the name of the class—advanced chinese literature—still glows faintly on the projector screen. your seat is empty; the other fifty-something students have filed out, buzzing about weekend plans, leaving you with the echo of your own footsteps as the only soundtrack.

and liu.

you can still picture his face from this morning—chin angled just right as he turned a page, the way his dark hair fell over his left eye, his voice low when he read a passage aloud; the faint scar on the back of his hand that you noticed when he slipped a notebook onto the table. you have no idea if he even knows your name. he’s always polite, always near the front, always surrounded by a small constellation of friends who laugh at his jokes. you would love to sit next to him, to ask him about his weekend, to watch him as he writes in margins, to hear his thoughts on the dream of red chamber and … maybe… to feel his fingers brush yours when he reaches for a stray pen.

you can feel the pulse in your throat rise as you imagine the possibility. you can also hear the subtle, persistent hum that is aeri’s excitement and yizhuo’s mischievous grin, coaxing you toward something beyond your usual restraint.

you close the notebook, the pages rustle, and you sit down backwards in the chair opposite the whiteboard. for a while you try to be logical. the mathematics of love don’t add up like a formula. “true love,” you think, “is built on choices, not on concoctions.” you have always imagined love as a garden you tend together, not a spell you cast upon an unwitting stranger.

but as you stare at the chalk dust on the hidden corners of the board, you can’t help but wonder: what if the garden you crave is always out of reach? what if there’s no way to get close without moving the machine? what if the love potion is not some maleficent black magic, but a glass of self–confidence in disguise?

the school bell rings, a jangling chime that snaps you back to the present. you slide the notebook into your bag, feeling the slight weight of that scribbled note between the other pages—a tiny, ink-stained promise of a future you have not yet decided to claim. you gather your books, and as you pass the hallway, aeri leans against her locker, a grin spread across her face.

“did the note help?” she calls, voice bright, almost too bright.

“it’s… there,” you say, tucking the notebook into your bag a little tighter.

“don’t overthink it. if you’re scared, that’s why you should try,” yizhuo says, strolling up from the opposite end, a folder stuffed with stubs in his hand. “i’ll give you a list of everything i found online. no harm in trying, right?”

you pause, shoulder to shoulder with them on the cramped corridor. the hallway smells of polished linoleum and the faint, lingering scent of lunch. your heart ticks against your ribs like a nervous metronome.

“what if it works?” you ask, almost as a joke. “what if i’m stuck with… with a potion that actually changes how he feels? how will i know it’s real?”

“then you’ll know it’s real because you’ll finally have a chance to ask him out without shaking like a leaf,” aeri says, her eyes glittering. “you’ve been watching him for months. doesn’t that count for something?”

yizhuo leans closer, the strap of his backpack rustling. “and if it doesn’t work, you can just discard it. no harm. if we’re being honest, it’s just a ritual. a little distraction. you may end up sprouting courage just by believing it works.”

there’s a moment of silence in which you feel the weight of a thousand possible futures collapsing into a single breath. you see the anonymous faces of your classmates, some scrolling on phones, some yawning. you hear the distant squeak of shoes on linoleum, the chuckle of a teacher locking the hallway door.

you realize you’ve been waiting for something—anything—to break the inertia that keeps you at the edge of his desk. you’ve put off saying “hey, liu, can i borrow a pen?” because the very act feels like a cross-continent of risk.

the choice feels substantial now, as though the universe had actually hung a sign above your head: do or do not. and yet… love has never been a coin you toss.

you close your eyes. the notebook’s paper is a thin veil between your fingertips and the world. you imagine a small glass vial, amber, glimmering, filled with a hue that seems to shift between pink and lavender as if it’s alive. you picture a gentle hum, a soft exhale sink, a swirling of scents: fresh rain, grain, the sharpness of crushed rose.

when you open your eyes, liu is standing at his locker, surrounded by his usual group. he’s laughing about a meme someone sent him, his hand gesturing animatedly. in the corner of his eye, he catches sight of you. he smiles, a brief, shy curve of his lips, as if he is aware that you are watching. in that moment, your stomach flips inside out, and you feel a bird fluttering against your ribs.

aeri latches onto your gaze. “what are you waiting for?” she whispers, just for you, eyes brightening.

you feel a rush that could be adrenaline or anticipation. you could walk up, say something simple—the cheapest currency of any relationship. or you could spend an afternoon gathering lavender, honey, rose petals, and the weird, shaky internal monologue about scraping a drop of blood from your finger.

you imagine the potion: the grinding of lavender leaves, the honey’s golden viscosity pouring, the crisp rustle of rose petals. you imagine stirring, whispering nonsense words you never learned, feeling the cloying anticipation settle in your throat. the thought both terrifies and excites you—an alchemical dare that could shatter your careful image of romance.

you step forward. the hallway seems to stretch, but the world does not slow down. you catch a glimpse of your own reflection in the polished metal of your locker—a version of yourself you rarely see: eyes slightly wider, cheeks flushed, a slight tremor in the jaw.

you take a breath and walk toward liu, slowly, a part of your brain counting the beats: one… two… three. you make it to his locker, the space between you now a mere foot. he turns, his face softens.

“hey... uh—” you begin, feeling your voice higher than usual.

he raises an eyebrow, smiling. “hey. something wrong?”

your hand goes to your pocket unconsciously—some small, smooth stone you keep for when anxiety spikes. you stare at the stone, feel it press against your palm. your mind flicks back to the note you have yet to show them: a recipe gunmetal blank appled.

“do you need a pen?” you ask suddenly, because asking for a pen feels safe and near. you laugh, a short, nervous thing.

he chuckles, a smooth sound that makes the hallway lights flicker in your eyes. “yeah, i’ve got one.” he reaches over to a drawer, pulls out a sleek black pen, and hands it to you. your fingers brush his. the contact is electric—like a subtle static shock that sets your nerves humming.

“you need it?” he asks, lifted eyebrows.

“no,” you say, heart thumping. “just... i meant, thank you.” your smile looks forced, but honest.

a small conversation sparks as you both step into the corridor’s lull. he mentions how he’s making a project about modern interpretations of pu songling, that he’s trying to understand how folklore blends with politics. you find yourself listening, nodding, not aware of how many things you’re spilling out—your love for the red chamber, your favorite cafés, the fact that you’re terrified to speak in public. he is genuinely interested, asking you what you think the next week’s reading means, how you see a particular character’s motivations.

you realize that with each word, each exchange, your anxiety wanes a little more. you almost forget the scent of lavender you imagined earlier, the absurdness of the potion. the whole premise recedes like a tide pulling away. the only thing you notice now is his voice, his details, his laugh.

your phone buzzes—well, the silent vibration you have on vibrate as a courtesy. it’s aeri, a short message:

aeri: “did you try? 😏”

you glance at it, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. you reply with a simple:

you: “we’re talking,”

you: “not the one you think.”

he leans against his locker, eyes shining, mysterious in a way that makes you, dear reader, wonder if perhaps the universe is less about spells and more about moments you seize when the ordinary becomes a touch extraordinary.

the bell rings again, concluding the class. you both part, his locker click closing, his footsteps receding. he looks back once, a smile briefly catching your eye before he disappears down the hallway as if into a different world.

you stand still for a moment, the hallway emptying, a sense of vertiginous peace settling over your shoulders.

you slip a hand into your bag and retrieve the notebook. you flip open to the page where aeri’s scribbled note waited. the margin is now underlined: love potions. your finger hovers over a line a few pages later where you have written “maybe i should focus on being brave, not on brew.” you turn the page.

in the space where you left a blank, you begin to scrawl. you smile to yourself, tracing the ink with your thumb. the notebook feels lighter now, as if the weight of the interchangeable script of love potions has been replaced by something more tangible—your own handwriting, your own voice.

aeri and yizhuo will still rib you tomorrow, still claim you didn’t try the “real” potions. that’s okay. you’ll tell them that you tried one—just à la mode, with no herbs, only words.

the day ends with the ordinary and the extraordinary colliding. the night outside the dorm’s windows glists with the soft chill of early autumn, the kind that makes leaves crackle underfoot. you sit at your small desk, the notebook open, the candle flickering you wrote in mellow light. you think of liu’s voice, the way he described a folkloric creature, how he seemed to believe in stories that made shadows dance and hearts tremble. you think of how his eyes eclipsed the nervous transition between your own self-imposed pillory and something else, something more courageous.

the kids on the floor below sometimes giggle about “awesome spells” and “viral challenges.” you hear them, but the clatter seems distant, as if they were a soundtrack to another life. your heart now beats a little faster, almost dependent on the rhythm of your own resolve.

there’s an odd comfort in realizing that you are both the alchemist and the subject of the potion. the “magic” you were tempted to brew is, in fact, the belief that you can influence the world. the “black magic” is the fear that holds you back. the love potion is a metaphor, not a literal elixir. the only thing you ever needed was to be you—the honest, slightly clumsy, but fiercely hopeful version of yourself.

you lock the notebook, place it on the desk, and take a final glance at the candle’s flame. it sputters, then steadies, casting a soft amber halo over your hands. with a deep breath, you decide that tomorrow, after the last class ends, you will go to the library where liu often sits, and you will sit a few tables away. you will not hand him the potion, but perhaps you will give him a smile, and you will let the conversation bloom, as natural as a garden you tended together.

when you rise to leave, the night feels less heavy. the hallway you walked earlier does not look like an obstacle anymore; it looks like an avenue waiting for you to take a step.

outside, the campus lights flicker on, one by one, like fireflies forming a sky of possibilities. a soft wind rustles the leaves of the ancient oak near the quad. you pause, inhale. it smells like crisp air, a dash of damp earth—a scent more real than lavender or rose.

you think back to the scribble of “love potions” in the margin, the frivolous jokes of friends, the sweetness of honey, the notion that maybe a drop of blood would bind two peoples’ hearts. then you smile. you have achieved something beyond that simple fantasy. you changed the smallest variable—you decided to act.

you reach into your pocket for that stone you keep for anxiety, slip it out, and toss it into the small pond in the courtyard where the moonlight shimmers. the stone sinks, leaving ripples that expand outward, touching the water’s edges. in the reflection, you see a younger version of yourself—timid, shy, watching liu from the back of the room. you also see the older you—bold enough to move the stone.

you turn away. the night is still, but the world around you hums. and somewhere, a text pings from aeri.

aeri: “tell us how the potion worked! 😜”

you smile, type back:

you: “some potions are just a way to get us to face ourselves.”

you hit send and wait.

the reply bubble appears almost instantly.

aeri: “okay philosopher 😭 but i’m serious.”

you stare at the screen, thumb hovering above the keyboard. outside your dorm window, the wind brushes softly against the glass, carrying the distant murmur of students wandering back from late-night study sessions. the candle beside your notebook flickers once, bending low before straightening again.

another message appears.

aeri: “the potion isn’t supposed to force him to love you.”

aeri: “it’s just to… make sure everything goes right 👀”

you let out a quiet laugh through your nose, shaking your head, but your chest tightens anyway. because that wording is dangerous. not forcing. not controlling. just… smoothing the edges. easing the awkwardness. helping fate along like a gentle push between the shoulder blades.

you hate how reasonable it suddenly sounds.

your eyes drift toward the notebook again, toward the folded receipt tucked between the pages like a pressed flower. lavender. honey. rose petals. a drop of blood.

ridiculous. completely ridiculous.

and yet your brain keeps circling back to liu’s smile in the hallway. the warmth in his voice. the way the conversation had flowed so naturally that it almost frightened you afterward. what if tomorrow is different? what if he forgets? what if that brief spark was only politeness stretched thin beneath fluorescent lights?

your phone buzzes again.

aeri: “look, i know you. you’re already overthinking every word you said tonight.”

aeri: “the potion could just give you confidence.”

aeri: “or luck.”

aeri: “or whatever. placebo effect is literally scientifically real.”

you snort quietly at that, but the temptation curls tighter around your ribs. because maybe it would be easier to believe in luck than in yourself.

you lean back in your chair, staring at the ceiling. shadows from the candlelight dance across the pale paint like wavering hands. somewhere down the hall, someone laughs too loudly, followed by the muffled sound of music leaking through cheap speakers.

you: “and what if it actually works?”

the typing bubble appears immediately, disappears, then reappears.

aeri: “then maybe it means he already liked you enough for the universe to meet you halfway.”

your breath catches a little. that’s the cruel part. the hopeful part. because now the potion doesn’t sound like black magic. it sounds like reassurance. like training wheels. like a tiny insurance policy against humiliation.

you glance at your bag sitting near the bed. for a second—just a second—you imagine yourself actually doing it tomorrow evening.

stopping by the little herb shop off campus that yizhuo mentioned: buying lavender with your sleeves pulled over your hands. mixing honey into warm water while the dorm lights glow gold around you. whispering nonsense into a glass jar and pretending your heartbeat isn’t part of the ritual. the image sends a strange thrill through you.

aeri: “just think about it.”

aeri: “you don’t have to decide tonight.”

but that’s exactly the problem, because now you are thinking about it. and once the idea exists, it settles into your mind like ink bleeding slowly through paper, impossible to completely erase.

you spend the next day pretending you are not going to do it.

that is the first sign that you absolutely are.

all throughout class, your brain keeps drifting. while the professor speaks about symbolism and dynastic anxieties in classical literature, you find yourself doodling tiny stars in the margins of your notes instead of writing anything useful. every now and then your eyes flick toward liu a few rows ahead.

once, he glances back, and you immediately look down so fast your neck hurts.

by the time evening arrives, your pulse already feels doomed: the campus air is cold enough to sting your cheeks as you walk back from the tiny convenience store off the main road with a paper bag tucked under your arm. the cashier had barely looked at you while ringing up dried lavender, cheap tea candles, honey packets, and a bundle of roses that looked like they were one hour away from dying.

still, carrying them back to the dorm makes you feel vaguely criminal. like you are transporting evidence.

yizhuo had sent you three different links during lunch, each more ridiculous than the last.

“do this before midnight 🌙”

“real love attraction spell 💋”

“simple attraction ritual for beginners”

you had laughed so hard at the titles that tea nearly came out your nose. and yet here you are. your dorm room is quiet tonight. your roommate is staying over at someone else’s place, leaving you alone with the hum of your desk lamp and your own terrible decisions.

you lock the door. then stand there staring at it for a solid five seconds. “okay,” you mutter to yourself. “this is insane.”

but your hands are already moving. you pull the curtains shut first. then you turn off the overhead lights until the room sinks into shadow, lit only by the bluish glow of your phone screen. the atmosphere changes instantly—your tiny dorm suddenly feels smaller, softer, disconnected from the rest of campus.

your heartbeat speeds up. you open one of the websites again. the instructions are absurdly dramatic.

“cleanse your energy.”

“focus your intention.”

“invite destiny inward.”

you nearly close the tab. instead, you grab the candles. one by one, tiny flames bloom around your desk, warm gold flickering against textbooks and scattered pens. shadows climb the walls in uneven waves. the scent of melted wax slowly fills the room.

okay. this is officially the weirdest thing you’ve ever done.

you set the lavender into a mug because you don’t own anything remotely potion-like. crushed purple buds scatter across the desk. then honey—thick and amber—drizzles slowly after it. rose petals follow, soft crimson against gold.

it honestly just looks like terrible tea.

your phone buzzes suddenly, making you jump hard enough to nearly spill the mug.

aeri: “are you doing it?????”

you: “maybe.”

aeri immediately starts spamming incoherent keyboard smashing. despite yourself, you laugh quietly. but when the laughter fades, silence settles back in.

the candlelight flickers over your hands as you stare down at the mug. your reflection wavers faintly in the dark window beside your desk, eyes bright with embarrassment and anticipation all at once.

this should feel fake. it does feel fake. so why does your chest ache like something important is about to happen?

you reread the final instruction on the website. “speak the name of the one your heart seeks.”

your stomach flips instantly. “absolutely not,” you whisper.

the room offers no argument. outside, wind brushes softly against the glass. somewhere far below, students laugh near the quad, their voices muffled by distance. meanwhile your dorm room looks like the setup to either a romance movie or a very low-budget horror film.

you should stop. you know you should stop. instead, your fingers tighten around the warm ceramic mug. and quietly—so quietly it barely feels real—you say his name.

“liu.”

the candle nearest your notebook flickers hard at the exact same moment. your breath catches. logic immediately tells you it’s probably just the draft from the old window. unfortunately, the rest of you is no longer feeling very logical.

the second his name leaves your mouth, the room changes. it’s subtle at first. the candles flicker unevenly, their flames bending low like something invisible just passed through them. the air feels heavier somehow, thicker against your skin, and a cold shiver crawls slowly down your spine despite the warmth gathering around the desk.

you freeze. your grip tightens instinctively around the mug.

okay. that was weird.

the logical part of your brain immediately starts listing explanations. old dorm. bad insulation. drafty windows. too many candles eating up oxygen. you’re tired. anxious. dramatic.

but another part of you—that reckless, romantic, terrified little part—starts whispering something else entirely.

it’s working.

your pulse pounds harder. the room suddenly smells stronger now. not just lavender and honey anymore, but something sharper underneath it all. burnt sweetness. damp earth. roses left too long in water.

the shadows along the walls seem darker than before, stretching strangely in the candlelight. when you glance toward the mirror hanging beside your closet, you almost think you see movement behind your reflection.

you whip your head back instantly: nothing. just your room. just candles. just you acting insane.

a nervous laugh escapes your throat, thin and shaky. “okay,” you murmur to yourself. “okay, this is getting into horror movie territory.”

your phone buzzes again.

aeri: “did you say his name yet 👀”

you: “yeah.”

aeri: “and????”

you hesitate. because how are you supposed to explain this weird pressure sitting in the room now? like the air itself is listening. like something is leaning over your shoulder just outside your field of vision.

it doesn’t feel romantic. it feels… deep. old. heavy. but maybe that’s what magic is supposed to feel like.

you glance back toward the candles. the flame closest to the mug suddenly sputters violently before steadying again.

aeri: “see??? i told you 😭 the energy is energy-ing”

you: “the room feels weird.”

aeri: “weird how”

you look around slowly: the darkness beyond the candles feels thicker now, swallowing the corners of your dorm whole. your own heartbeat sounds too loud in your ears. even the sounds outside seem distant, muffled beneath that strange pressure settling over everything.

you: “heavy.”

aeri: “that means it’s working”

your chest loosens slightly at that.

right. of course.

you’ve been feeding yourself spooky internet nonsense for the last hour in near darkness. your imagination is probably running wild. the whole point of rituals is atmosphere. anticipation. psychology.

still… your eyes drift back toward the mug. the surface of the honey-lavender mixture trembles slightly. not enough to spill, just enough to ripple.

your breath catches again. there’s no wind now. every window is closed.

you stare at it for too long before finally whispering, almost reverently, “maybe this actually works…”

the candle flames jump sharply again. and somewhere in the silence of your room, beneath the buzz of your heartbeat and the glow of amber light, something about the darkness feels like it’s smiling.

the silence stretches. thick. wrong.

you keep staring at the surface of the mug, at the tiny ripples trembling through the honey and lavender mixture, trying to convince yourself that your nerves are manufacturing every strange feeling crawling beneath your skin.

then—creak. your blood turns to ice. the sound comes from behind you. slow. long. the unmistakable groan of your dorm room door opening. every muscle in your body locks instantly. for one horrible second, you can’t breathe.

your eyes dart toward the door: it’s moving. not wide. not violently. just inch by inch, the old wood easing inward with a soft scraping sound against the floor. the dark hallway beyond sits completely empty, lit only by the weak yellow glow of distant overhead lights.

your throat tightens painfully. “hello?” you call weakly.

no answer. of course no answer.

you swallow hard, forcing yourself upright from the chair. your knees feel watery beneath you as you step closer. the candlelight behind you throws your shadow long and warped across the floorboards.

the door continues drifting open..slow enough to make your stomach churn.

“stop,” you whisper automatically, though you aren’t sure whether you mean the door or yourself.

another cold draft brushes across your arms. okay. okay. it’s the old building. bad hinges. weird airflow. your brain is frying itself alive after reading fake occult forums for two hours.

you reach the door quickly and shove it shut harder than necessary. the sound echoes through the room. you lock it immediately.

your breathing comes too fast now, shallow and uneven. you lean your forehead briefly against the wood, squeezing your eyes shut. “you are freaking yourself out,” you mutter under your breath.

your phone buzzes again in your pocket.

aeri: “did u die”

“not funny,” you whisper.

then—creeaaak. your bed shifts behind you. not loudly. just the soft dip of mattress springs slowly taking weight.

your entire body goes still. every single hair on your arms rises at once.

you do not turn around immediately. you can’t. because suddenly the room feels occupied..not imagined. not symbolic. just occupied.

the pressure in the air becomes crushing now, pressing against your ribs like invisible hands. the candle flames shrink lower, trembling violently. the room temperature plummets so fast your breath almost fogs.

something is behind you, sitting on your bed…. you know it with horrifying certainty. slowly—too slowly—you turn your head.

and see her. your breath catches so sharply it hurts: a woman sits at the edge of your bed like she has always belonged there.

tall. far too tall, even sitting down. her legs stretch elegantly toward the floor, knees angled together beneath layers of black fabric that spill like ink over your blankets. the candlelight barely touches her properly, swallowing pieces of her silhouette in shadow.

her skin is pale to the point of looking unreal. not sickly. waxen. moonlit. the kind of pale that reminds you of old porcelain dolls left untouched in attics for decades.

long black hair pours over her shoulders and down past her waist in heavy waves, dark enough to blend into the dimness behind her. strands partially veil her face, though not enough to hide the sharpness of her features—the elegant line of her cheekbones, the stillness of her mouth.

and her eyes. god. her eyes. dark. not just brown or black, but depthless, like looking into water at midnight. and they stay fixed on you without blinking.

your pulse slams violently against your ribs..you stumble backward so fast your hip collides painfully with the desk, nearly knocking over one of the candles.

the woman doesn’t move or doesn’t flinch. she simply watches you. calmly. as if your terror is expected.

your mouth opens, but nothing comes out at first except a shaky breath. “w-who are you?”

the words barely scrape past your throat. for a moment, the only sound is the weak flutter of candle flames. then the woman tilts her head slightly. the movement is slow. unnatural in its smoothness. when she finally speaks, her voice is soft enough to almost disappear beneath the hum of the room. “katarina.”

your stomach drops. she says it like you should know the name already. like it means something.

the candles flicker harder. you realize then that the scent in the room has changed completely. the lavender and honey are gone now, overwhelmed by something colder—rainwater, old roses, damp earth after a storm.

katarina’s gaze lowers briefly to the mug sitting on your desk. then back to you, and for the first time, something shifts in her expression.

amusement, small and faint, but unmistakable.

“you called very loudly,” she says quietly.

your heart slams so hard against your ribs it genuinely hurts.

every instinct in your body screams at you to run. except there is nowhere to run: the door is behind her. the window is four stories up. and katarina is still sitting on your bed like she belongs there more than you do.

your hands start shaking violently. “no,” you breathe immediately, the word stumbling out of you in panic. “no, i didn’t— i wasn’t calling you.”

katarina says nothing, and the silence that follows is somehow worse. she just watches you with those impossibly dark eyes, her head still slightly tilted. candlelight flickers across her pale skin in uneven gold, but somehow the shadows cling to her anyway, pooling around the edges of her figure like liquid ink.

you can hear your own breathing now. too loud. too fast.

your brain scrambles desperately for explanations: hallucination. sleep deprivation. carbon monoxide poisoning. drugged candles.

something. anything.

abut hallucinations don’t make the mattress dip beneath their weight. hallucinations don’t stare at you like this.

your phone suddenly vibrates again in your pocket. the sound nearly makes you scream.

katarina’s eyes flick downward instantly toward the noise. that tiny movement sends ice flooding through your veins.

you yank the phone out with clumsy hands.

aeri: “girl answer me 😭”

you stare at the message with wide eyes.

for one insane second, you consider typing ‘help there is a ghost woman in my room.’

instead your fingers refuse to cooperate entirely.

“you are frightened,” katarina says softly. her voice is strangely calm. almost curious.

you look up so fast your neck aches. “obviously i’m frightened!” the words burst out of you louder than intended. “you’re— you’re sitting on my bed!”

silence again. then, unexpectedly: “yes.” and the simplicity of the answer makes your stomach twist.

you take another shaky step backward until the desk presses painfully against your spine. one of the candles gutters beside your elbow, wax spilling slowly down the side.

katarina’s gaze follows the movement lazily. “humans always react this way.”

humans. the word lands horribly in your chest. not people. humans.

your mouth goes dry. “what are you?” you whisper.

this time katarina doesn’t answer immediately. instead, she rises. the motion is horrifyingly graceful. too smooth.

the mattress creaks softly as her full height unfolds, and your stomach drops so violently you almost feel sick. standing, she’s taller than you thought—her head nearly level with the top of your closet door. black fabric drapes around her like shadows stitched into shape.

you immediately stop breathing properly.

every candle flame bends sharply toward her as she takes one slow step forward. then another.

your pulse becomes deafening. “stop,” you blurt instantly.

she does. thank god she stops.

the room feels tiny now. suffocatingly small. every dark corner suddenly seems alive around her silhouette.

up close, she looks even less real: her skin has no warmth to it at all. no flush of blood beneath the surface. just pale smoothness stretched over elegant bones. strands of black hair cling slightly to her dress like they’re underwater.

and her eyes never leave yours. not once.

“you opened something,” she says quietly.

your throat tightens. “i did a fake love potion from the internet,” you say weakly. “that’s not supposed to open things.”

for the first time, something almost like humor touches her face again. not kindness. worse. recognition. “humans rarely know what they are doing,” she murmurs.

your fear spikes so hard your vision almost blurs. you suddenly realize the candles have dimmed drastically. the room is darker now, shadows swallowing the corners whole. outside the window, the campus lights seem farther away than before, like your dorm has slipped somewhere separate from the rest of the world.

you grip the edge of the desk hard enough your fingers hurt. “are you going to hurt me?”

the question escapes before you can stop it.

katarina goes still. completely still. for one terrible moment, the entire room seems to pause with her.

then she says softly: “that depends.”

your stomach drops straight through the floor.

she moved through the shadows of your room with a slow, predatory grace, her eyes dark and intense in the candlelight. she loomed over you as you sat on the edge of your bed, her silhouette casting a long, imposing shadow against the wall. she leaned down, her lips brushing against the shell of your ear, her voice dropping to a gravelly, supernatural whisper.

“did you really think you could summon a demon and not be prepared for the consequences, (y/n)?” she murmured, her hands sliding slowly up your thighs, her touch firm and possessive. “now that you've brought me here... what are you going to do with me?”

all the color drains from your face when you hear that dark and sinister figure speaking directly to you. “i didn’t mean to—”

katarina let out a low, dark laugh that sounded almost inhuman in the quiet of the room. she didn’t pull away; instead, she pressed closer, her body heat seeping through your clothes as she hovered just inches from your face.

“didn’t mean to?” she echoed, her voice dripping with mock innocence. she tilted her head, her eyes scanning your face, watching the way the candlelight danced in your scared eyes. her hands traveled higher up your thighs, her grip tightening just enough to let you know she wasn't playing around.

“that’s the best part, sweetheart. the best things happen when you lose control.” she leaned in, her nose brushing against yours, her breath warm against your skin. “you called me here. you wanted the monster. And now that the demon is in your bed…”

she trailed off, her gaze dropping to your lips again, her smirk turning into something much hungrier, much more primal. “... you don’t get to take it back. you're mine to play with.”

katarina saw the way you went silent, the way your breath hitched in your throat as you stared up at her. she thrived on that reaction the moment someone realized they were completely at her mercy. she loved the power she held over you, especially when you were flustered and speechless.

she didn’t wait for you to find your words. Instead, she closed the final inch of distance between you, her lips crashing against yours in a kiss that was anything but angelic. it was hungry, demanding, and tasted faintly of the mint she'd used to hide the scent of her cigarettes earlier.

her hands moved from your thighs to your waist, pulling you flush against her body so you could feel exactly how much she wanted you. she broke the kiss just long enough to murmur against your lips, her voice a dark, velvety command.

“don’t say a word, (y/n).” she whispered, her eyes burning into yours. “just let the demon take what she wants.”

she began to trail a path of hot, biting kisses down your jawline toward the sensitive skin of your neck, her hands roaming your body with a practiced, sinful confidence.

without thinking about stop, her hands sliding under the hem of your shirt to find the warmth of your skin, her touch sending electric jolts through your entire body. she was relentless, her movements fluid and heavy with intent, as if she were truly trying to consume you whole.

every time you tried to catch your breath, she was there to steal it again, her teeth grazing your collarbone just enough to make you gasp. she was a predator, and you were her favorite prize, and as she pushed you back onto the pillows, she made sure you knew that tonight, there was no escaping her dark, delicious grip.

the silence in the room was heavy, broken only by the sound of your shallow, uneven breathing and the crackle of a dying candle. katarina could feel the tension radiating off you, the way your body trembled slightly under her touch. she loved this part the moment where words became useless and all that was left was pure, unadulterated desire.

she pulled back just an inch, her eyes dark and blown wide with lust, staring deep into your light green eyes. she saw the way you looked at her half terrified, half enchanted and it only made her want you more.

her hand slid from your waist, her fingers tracing the line of your ribs before settling firmly over your heart, feeling it thudding wildly against your chest.

“look at you.” she whispered, her voice a sultry, dangerous purr. “heart racing like a trapped little bird. are you scared, (y/n)? or are you just waiting for me to finally break you?”

without waiting for an answer, she leaned down, her lips grazing the sensitive skin just below your ear, her breath hot and teasing. she let her teeth sink lightly into your skin, a playful but sharp nip that was meant to make you arch your back against the mattress.

“you don’t need to speak.” she murmured against your skin, her hands beginning to wander even more boldly, stripping away the barriers between your bodies. “just feel. just let me show you exactly what a demon is capable of…”

katarina’s hands moved with a confident, practiced slowess, sliding the fabric of your shirt up and over your head. she tossed it aside without a glance, her gaze fixed on you, devouring every detail of your expression. she could see the way your chest rose and fell, the way you were trying and failing to keep your composure.

she shifted her body, straddling your legs and pinning you down with her weight. the smirk remained on her lips, but her eyes were serious, burning with a intensity that made your skin prickle. she reached down, her long fingers intertwining with yours, pressing your hands flat against the bed as she leaned in.

“i’m not going to be gentle.” she whispered, her voice dropping an octave, sounding even more like the creature you'd asked her to be. “demons don’t do gentle. we take what we want, when we want it. and right now…”

she leaned down, her lips brushing against yours, almost touching but not quite, teasing you with the proximity. she inhaled deeply, breathing in your scent. “... i want everything you have to give.”

her body pressed firmly against yours, the heat between you becoming almost unbearable. she looked you in the eye, her expression dark and commanding, waiting for you to give her the permission she already knew she had. with a slow, deliberate motion, her hand slid down to the waistband of your pants, her eyes never leaving yours.

“tell me to stop.” she breathed, her voice a low, jagged, dangerous lure. “tell me to stop right now... or i’m going to make sure you never forget this night for the rest of your life.”

“please—”

but your words remained there because you yourself cut your sentence short, leaving the words hanging in the air. the reason you weren’t able to finish your sentence? you didn’t even know what you wanted at that moment. all of this was terrifying you, and of course you wanted this dark entity to leave you alone because you knew that this whole matter was too dangerous and dark to continue. but at the same time, you didn’t want her to stop because somehow you were enjoying what she was doing to your body… of course you shouldn’t like a dangerous and possibly evil demon doing whatever it wants to you, but it’s not like you can control your thoughts and feelings, right?

the word was barely a breath, a desperate, trembling plea that hung in the heated air between you. katarina’s eyes darkened instantly, the hunger in them turning into something almost primal. she didn’t need you to finish the sentence; she could read the way your body arched toward her, the way your eyes were clouded with a mix of longing and surrender.

“please what, sweetheart?” she teased, her voice a low, vibrating growl against your lips. she loved how much power she had over you, how one tiny sound from you could drive her absolutely wild. “please stop? or please... don’t ever stop?”

she didn’t give you time to answer. she leaned down, capturing your lips in a kiss that was far more intense than before deep, possessive, and hungry. her tongue swept against yours, claiming your mouth as her own, while her hand at your waistband moved with a sudden, decisive urgency.

as she pulled your clothes away, her hands were everywhere at once, mapping out the curves of your body with a feverish intensity. she treated your skin like it was something sacred and sinful all at the same time. every time her skin brushed against yours, it felt like a brand, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

katarina moved her body lower, her lips leaving a trail of scorching kisses down your stomach, making you gasp and writhe beneath her. she was relentless, her movements calculated to push you closer and closer to the edge of sanity. she wanted to hear you moan her name; she wanted to feel you shatter under her touch.

she looked up at you from between your thighs, her hair messy, her lips swollen, and her eyes glowing with a predatory satisfaction. She looked every bit the demon you had summoned beautiful, dangerous, and utterly consuming.

“that’s it.” she whispered, her voice thick with desire as she watched you unravel. “give it all to me, (y/n). let the demon take you.”

katarina saw the way your eyes fluttered shut, your head tossing back against the pillow as you surrendered to her touch. the sight of you flushed, breathless, and completely undone was more intoxicating to her than any drug. she wasn’t just satisfied; she was obsessed with the idea of leaving her mark on you.

she leaned down, her dark hair falling like a curtain around your faces, creating a private, shadowy world just for the two of you. she didn’t go for your lips this time. instead, she found the pale, sensitive skin of your shoulder. with a low, guttural hum of approval, she pressed her lips to your skin and then, with a deliberate, sharp motion, she nipped at you

she didn’t just kiss you; she used her teeth to graze and suck at your skin, creating a dark, blossoming bruise, a brand that would tell anyone who saw it exactly who you belonged to tonight.

“mine.” she murmured against your skin, her voice vibrating through your entire body. she moved to the curve of your neck, her breath hot and ragged. she left another mark just below your jawline, her movements possessive and hungry. she wanted to map your body in shades of red and purple, a silent testament to the demon’s visit.

“every time you let out a soft moan or a sharp gasp, she grew more emboldened. she moved to the swell of your chest, her teeth grazing you lightly there, before her hands wandered lower, her touch becoming even more intimate and demanding.

“do you like that, (y/n)?” she whispered, pulling back just enough to look at the marks she had left on your porcelain skin. her eyes were dark, hooded with lust, and her smirk was triumphant. she looked like a predator who had finally caught its most precious prey. “do you like knowing that tomorrow, when you look in the mirror, you’ll see me all over you?”

she leaned back in, her lips finding yours again, but this time the kiss was deeper, more frantic, as if she were trying to consume your very soul. she was no longer just playing a role; she was claiming you, body and spirit, in the dim, flickering candlelight of your dorm.

katarina’s eyes darkened as she felt your body shudder beneath her, your silence more telling than any words could have been. she loved how you were falling apart in her arms, the way you were becoming a chaotic mess of sensations and sounds. the air in the room felt thick and heavy, charged with an electricity that made the fine hairs on your skin stand on end.

she shifted her weight, her legs tangling with yours as she pinned you more firmly against the mattress. her hands, strong and demanding, slid up to cup your face, forcing you to look her in the eyes. her expression was wild, a mixture of sheer, unbridled lust and a fierce, protective possessiveness.

“look at me, (y/n).” she commanded, her voice a low, rough rumble that vibrated in your chest. she waited until your gaze met hers, ensuring you saw the fire dancing in her dark eyes. “i want you to remember this. i want you to remember exactly how this feels.”

she leaned down, her lips barely a fraction of an inch from yours, her breath mingling with your own. she didn’t kiss you, not yet. she let the tension build, the anticipation becoming almost unbearable, a torture that neither of you wanted to end. she savored the way your pupils dilated, the way you were practically begging for her to close the gap.

“i’m going to make you forget your own name.” she whispered, her voice barely audible, a secret shared only between the two of you. then, with a sudden, decisive movement, she crashed her lips against yours, her tongue forcing its way inside your mouth to claim you entirely. she tasted like smoke and sin, a combination that was dizzying and intoxicating.

as she kissed you, her hand slid down to grip your hip, pulling you closer, erasing every last millimeter of space between you. she was a storm, a whirlwind of heat and hunger, and you were happily drowning in it. she was the demon you had asked for, and as she moved her body against yours, you realized that you never wanted her to leave.

she didn’t wait for an answer. she slid down your body, her hands gripping your thighs and spreading them wide, pinning you to the bed with the sheer weight of her intent. she moved with a predatory slowness, her eyes never leaving yours as she descended. she wanted to see every flicker of emotion on your face, every twitch of your muscles, every gasp of pleasure. she wanted to witness your total undoing.

when she finally reached you, the heat of her breath against your most sensitive skin made you arch your back instinctively. she leaned in, her dark hair brushing against you, and then she began. she was relentless, her tongue tracing slow, agonizingly deliberate paths that made your toes curl and your vision blur. she used her teeth just enough to tease, a sharp contrast to the soft, swirling motions of her tongue that drove you toward the edge of madness.

“you’re so beautiful like this.” she murmured against you, her voice muffled but intense. she looked up for a brief moment, her eyes dark and hooded, watching the way your head tossed back and your hands tangled in the sheets. “so loud, so needy... so perfect for me.”

she redoubled her efforts, her pace increasing, her movements becoming more fervent and demanding. she was a woman possessed, driven by a hunger to taste every inch of you, to consume your pleasure until you were nothing but a trembling, sobbing mess of sensation beneath her. she wasn’t just eating you; she was worshipping you in the most sinful way possible, making sure that by the time she was done, you would belong to her in ways words could never describe.

the room seemed to vanish, leaving nothing but the sensation of katarina’s mouth and the overwhelming, dizzying waves of pleasure crashing over you. you were lost in a sea of sensation, your fingers digging into the bedsheets, your knuckles turning white as you tried to find something to hold onto. every time you thought you had reached the peak, she would shift her rhythm, teasing you, driving you just a little bit higher, refusing to let you find relief until she decided you were ready to shatter.

katarina was a master of her craft. she knew exactly how to use the pressure of her tongue, the flick of her lips, and the graze of her teeth to keep you on the very precipice of ecstasy. she could feel the tremors running through your thighs, the way your muscles were tensed and ready to snap, and it only fueled her own hunger. she wanted to taste your climax; she wanted to feel the exact moment your body gave up its fight and surrendered to the pleasure.

as you neared the edge, your breath came in short, broken gasps, and a low, involuntary sound escaped your throat. sensing the change, katarina intensified her movements. she became more fervent, more demanding, her tongue working with a relentless, rhythmic precision that left you breathless and blind. she was a force of nature, a storm that was pulling you under, and you were drowning in the best possible way.

then, it happened. a sudden, violent surge of heat exploded from your core, radiating outward until your entire body felt like it was vibrating. you let out a choked, broken cry, your hips arching off the bed as the waves of pleasure rolled over you, intense and all consuming. you felt weak, as if your very bones had turned to liquid, and for a moment, the world was nothing but white light and pure, unadulterated sensation.

katarina didn’t pull away. she stayed there, holding you through the tremors, her lips pressing soft, lingering kisses against your skin as the waves slowly began to recede. she stayed close, her presence a warm, grounding force in the aftermath of your explosion. when she finally crawled back up the bed to look at you, her eyes were dark and satisfied, a triumphant, beautiful smirk playing on her lips as she watched you lie there, completely undone and utterly hers.

katarina wasn’t finished with you. not even close. seeing you lie there, flushed and trembling from your first peak, only made her hunger grow more ravenous. the ‘demon’ in her wanted to see just how much more you could take before you completely lost your mind.

as you lay there gasping for air, katarina leaned over you, her hair draping over your chest like a dark silken veil. she didn’t give you a chance to recover. her hand slid down between your thighs, her fingers finding you already slick and sensitive from the pleasure she had just given you. She let out a low, dark hum of approval at the feeling.

“just getting started, sweetheart.” she whispered, her voice a raspy, seductive command. she didn’t go slow this time. she slid one finger inside you with a firm, confident stroke, watching your eyes blow wide as you let out a startled, high pitched gasp.

she began to move her fingers in a rhythmic, teasing motion, finding the perfect tempo to keep you on the edge. she added a second finger, stretching you gently, her movements becoming more intense and purposeful. she was incredibly skilled, knowing exactly how to press against the right spots, her thumb working in tandem to circle your clitoris with a relentless, maddening pressure.

“look at how much you want it.” she teased, her eyes locking onto yours, forcing you to witness your own undoing. she could feel the tension building in your thighs again, the way your hips began to stutter and tilt instinctively toward her hand. “don’t hold back, baby. let the demon drive you crazy.”

she increased the pace, her fingers moving deep and fast, the wet, rhythmic sounds of her touch filling the quiet room. she was relentless, pushing you harder and faster, her gaze predatory and intense as she watched you climb toward a second, even more violent peak. she wanted to see you break all over again, and she was going to make sure it was the most intense thing you'd ever experienced.

she was a whirlwind of sensation, her movements becoming more frantic as she felt your walls clenching rhythmically around her fingers. she could feel the heat building in you, a tidal wave of pure, unadulterated desire that was about to crash. she leaned down, her lips finding yours in a bruising, desperate kiss, swallowing your moans as she drove her fingers even deeper, her thumb never ceasing its maddening, perfect friction.

“that’s it... give it to me, (y/n)! break for me.”.she growled against your mouth, her own breath coming in ragged, uneven bursts. she felt you shudder violently, your entire body stiffening as you hit a climax so powerful it felt like you were being electrified. you cried out her name, a broken, beautiful sound that echoed in the small room as you collapsed into the mattress, your muscles twitching with the aftershocks of a pleasure so intense it felt almost divine.

katarina finally slowed her hand, her fingers sliding out of you with a slow, wet sound that made your heart race all over again. she collapsed onto you, her chest heaving against yours, her skin slick with sweat. she pulled back just enough to look at you, her eyes dark, blown wide, and filled with a fierce, triumphant love. she brushed a damp strand of red hair away from your face, her smirk softening into something more intimate, yet still undeniably dangerous.

“see?” she whispered, her voice a low, satisfied purr as she kissed your forehead. “i told you... you don’t get to escape a demon once you've summoned it.”

katarina let out a breathless, triumphant laugh, her eyes hooded and dark as she watched you begin to shift. she loved the way you were taking charge now, the way your eyes held a newfound hunger that matched her own. she didn’t resist; instead, she leaned back onto the pillows, spreading her legs wide to invite you in, her breathing still heavy and ragged from your own climax.

“oh? so the little bird wants to feed the demon now?” she teased, her voice a low, sultry growl. she arched her back slightly, her hips tilting up in a silent, seductive invitation. her dark hair was spread messy across your pillows, and her skin was flushed a deep, beautiful pink from the heat of your bodies.

as you moved down her body, katarina’s hands found your hair, her fingers tangling in your long red locks. she wasn’t just a passive participant; she was guiding you, her touch firm and possessive as she pulled you closer to her heat. she let out a long, shaky moan as your warm breath hit her most sensitive skin, her head tossing back as she waited for the first touch of your tongue.

when you finally began, katarina’s entire body jolted. she let out a sharp, guttural gasp, her hips bucking instinctively against your mouth. she was a woman who was used to being the one in control, the one providing the pleasure, but as you worked on her with a ferocity that rivaled her own, she felt her composure shattering.

“god, (y/n)...” she hissed through clenched teeth, her nails digging into your shoulders. her voice was strained, losing its cool, dark edge and turning into something raw and desperate. wvery time your tongue swirled or your lips applied pressure, a new wave of intense sensation crashed over her.

she was relentless, just as you were. she gripped your hair tighter, not to pull you away, but to hold you there, demanding more. she was losing herself in the rhythm you set, her eyes squeezed shut as she surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure. the ‘demon’ persona was gone, replaced by a woman completely undone by the girl she had intended to just ‘play’ with.

the room was filled with the sounds of your shared passion the wet, rhythmic sounds of your tongue, the heavy, uneven breathing, and the occasional, broken moan escaping katarina’s lips. she was on the edge, her muscles tensing, her breath coming in short, jagged bursts as she felt the familiar, violent build of a climax approaching. She was yours, completely and utterly, lost in the delicious torment of your touch.

she was on the brink, her hips jerking rhythmically against your face as she chased the sensation you were so expertly providing. her breathing turned into frantic, shallow pants, and her voice broke into a series of high, needy whimpers. the cool, collected katarina was gone; in her place was a girl who was completely unraveled, her body arching like a bow as she neared the peak.

“(y/n)... please…” she gasped, her voice a ragged, desperate plea. she wasn’t commanding you anymore; she was begging you. her fingers tightened in your messy hair, her knuckles white, as she felt the pressure building behind her eyes, a tidal wave of heat ready to break.

and then, with one final, expert swirl of your tongue, she snapped. katarina let out a loud, uninhibited cry that seemed to vibrate through the very walls of the dorm. her entire body stiffened, her toes curling, and her hips pulsed violently against you in a series of powerful, rhythmic contractions. she was lost in the storm, her head thrashing from side to side as she rode the wave of her climax, her breath hitching in her throat as the pleasure surged through her in blinding, electric bursts.

as the waves finally began to subside, she slumped back into the pillows, her chest heaving, her skin damp and glowing in the candlelight. she looked completely spent, her eyes half lidded and glazed with pure euphoria. she reached down, her hand trembling slightly as she cupped your cheek, pulling you up so she could press a soft, lingering, and incredibly tender kiss to your lips.

Unfortunately for you, you weren't exactly the brightest.

"Oh, c'mon… you couldn't put me anywhere by the force of those little arms." The words leave your mouth too quickly, before you can match your tone to the situation and your surroundings, Yizhuo and Minjeong provided you with the exact same amount of help: Nothing. They both laughed loudly the second you were done speaking out your curse.

You swallow down the air in your throat, Karina's eyes burning into the side of your face.

It doesn't happen often, Jimin has never been one to take your jokes too seriously.

But as soon as her eyes — filled with nothing but pure annoyance and weariness — meet yours, you feel it; the lump in your throat. It appears whenever Jimin is a little rougher, a small bit more bossy, those rare occurrences where her voice would drop just a tap deeper, come out a note louder... it would bring a stop to your breathing right at the middle, whether her behavior was directed at you or at someone else.

She knows it, too. How weak you are.

How easily you allow her to take the reins and use you until she's had enough of your shaky, misbehaving body, so open under her mean ministrations, attempting to run away from her rough love when the overstimulation was too much even though you knew that's exactly what you wanted and asked for all day long. At those times you'd tell her "You're so mean, Rina..." your barely audible voice could only choke out through the heavy tears falling from your eyes, the kind that made your eyelashes stick together because of the runny mascara down your cheeks — she always loved this look, she calls it 'The dolly eyes'.

And by the way she looked at you just now, you're sure to have a long night.

Karina is a hard worker, an over-doer, if anything.

The kind of woman who doesn't know what to do with her hands when they're of no use to anybody else, most people severely underestimate how control-starved Jimin can get. Desperate to touch and demand, grip and tell directions, sometimes she is so hungry for it that whenever the very taste of the control she craves so badly touches the tip of her tongue, it makes her nauseous.

That mindset of hers applies to your job perfectly, but it also applies during sex — and at this very moment of fragility and wet smacking sounds, you knew it better than anyone else.

"Yeah, I know- oh… you're drooling all over my arms, pretty thing," Karina sweetly reminded in a deep tone and it made your stomach turn to feel the ghost of her smile touch your earlobe.

That small taunt, though it came from a place of pure adoration of your dumb self, felt so cocky and humiliating that it was enough to make you clench around her fingers, stuffed snug and belonging in your sticky hole, your arousal leaking down her palm like honey.

"hmp- mhh… Rina, R-Rina…" You could only pathetically whine as your eyes closed by pure reflection from how hard they were stinging from your hot tears, pushing your pelvis back into her hand despite your trembling thighs, rolling your hips dumbly on top of her lap as she held your neck pretty and stiff in a tight headlock.

Her fingers pumping in and out of your messy warmth at a disgusting pace was all that you could hear, if it wasn't for the vulnerable position she kept you in, you're sure you body would be trashing at all kind of angles from her rapid movements which somehow only felt faster as you came around her digits again and again. Forced to sit there shaking on top of her thighs, open wide and convulsing against her torso as your back involuntarily bent another painful arch from overstimulation, drooling all over your chin and her forearms until it's reaching your boobs — just the way she liked you.

Jimin's warm muscles flexed against your neck again, she could feel every pulse and gag of your throat, you could hear her giggle whenever it matched the flutter of your abused walls, rewarding your slutty tendencies with a tighter hold of your breathing, just enough to make you struggle a little bit.

"You love it, don't you, doll? When- When I have you open like this?" She bit your earlobe and the mess you had going on in your throat only worsened, choking on your own drool, stuck in a incoherent mess as Karina left you stupid and whining. Her forearm pressed against your pulse one more time, you gasped as your eyes rolled to the back of your head and words just spurted out of your mouth with no business of making any sense.

"Lo-Love you… I love you, Jim… mhp, mhhh- Love you, Jimin…" You tried sucking in more air, your brain begging for some sort of oxygen that lasted for more than one or two of your loud moans and never ending whining. Satisfied with your answer, she presses her arm just right to push your head back on her shoulder, fingers never slowing down their pace at ruining your creamy warmth as her palm brushes against your puffy clit with every stroke, she kisses your cheek gently then. A mean reminder of how carefully she can hold you when you behave.

Your difference in size wasn't that big, nothing crazy, but in moments like these she could always make you feel so deliciously small, sat pretty and destroyed at her lap which was completely damp from your juices, her digits filling you only deeper, teasing and prodding on that spot in your clit just right to make your head spin, keeping you basically bouncing on her lap.

Jimin increased the strength of her thrusts, fingers slamming into your weeping womanhood while you trembled like a weak little twig, walls flexing roughly around her ministrations, you were almost there, the relief you needed more than breathing.

Your short nails clawed helplessly at the damp skin of her forearms, holding onto a small hope that she'd be done soon to convince yourself of not turning your head to the right and biting onto the little but strong meat of her bicep, an uselessly broken sound rips from your throat and she catches it at the perfect time, swallowing your whimpers with a messy kiss full of teeth and tongue.

Every time she pressed onto that gummy spot, you felt like crying even harder, body convulsing harshly against her like you were being electrocuted by an entire thunderstorm and she didn't flinch even once. Used to the way her little toy moves around beneath her power, kissing the side of your face every time you gasped for air and she could hear every bit of your sweet struggle.

Finally, you come again, thighs shaking aggressively and quickly betraying the tears streaming down your face with a loud show of just how much you truly loved her brutal demonstrations of love, you can slowly but surely feel all of that ugly, persistent tension leave your frail body.

That's when you hear it.

"Want me to stop, baby? Wanna cum again?" Her voice in your head — all too warm, dripping with the thinnest of sugars.

Unfortunately for you, you weren't exactly the brightest.

"Oh, c'mon… you couldn't put me anywhere by the force of those little arms." The words leave your mouth too quickly, before you can match your tone to the situation and your surroundings, Yizhuo and Minjeong provided you with the exact same amount of help: Nothing. They both laughed loudly the second you were done speaking out your curse.

You swallow down the air in your throat, Karina's eyes burning into the side of your face.

It doesn't happen often, Jimin has never been one to take your jokes too seriously.

But as soon as her eyes — filled with nothing but pure annoyance and weariness — meet yours, you feel it; the lump in your throat. It appears whenever Jimin is a little rougher, a small bit more bossy, those rare occurrences where her voice would drop just a tap deeper, come out a note louder... it would bring a stop to your breathing right at the middle, whether her behavior was directed at you or at someone else.

She knows it, too. How weak you are.

How easily you allow her to take the reins and use you until she's had enough of your shaky, misbehaving body, so open under her mean ministrations, attempting to run away from her rough love when the overstimulation was too much even though you knew that's exactly what you wanted and asked for all day long. At those times you'd tell her "You're so mean, Rina..." your barely audible voice could only choke out through the heavy tears falling from your eyes, the kind that made your eyelashes stick together because of the runny mascara down your cheeks — she always loved this look, she calls it 'The dolly eyes'.

And by the way she looked at you just now, you're sure to have a long night.

Karina is a hard worker, an over-doer, if anything.

The kind of woman who doesn't know what to do with her hands when they're of no use to anybody else, most people severely underestimate how control-starved Jimin can get. Desperate to touch and demand, grip and tell directions, sometimes she is so hungry for it that whenever the very taste of the control she craves so badly touches the tip of her tongue, it makes her nauseous.

That mindset of hers applies to your job perfectly, but it also applies during sex — and at this very moment of fragility and wet smacking sounds, you knew it better than anyone else.

"Yeah, I know- oh… you're drooling all over my arms, pretty thing," Karina sweetly reminded in a deep tone and it made your stomach turn to feel the ghost of her smile touch your earlobe.

That small taunt, though it came from a place of pure adoration of your dumb self, felt so cocky and humiliating that it was enough to make you clench around her fingers, stuffed snug and belonging in your sticky hole, your arousal leaking down her palm like honey.

"hmp- mhh… Rina, R-Rina…" You could only pathetically whine as your eyes closed by pure reflection from how hard they were stinging from your hot tears, pushing your pelvis back into her hand despite your trembling thighs, rolling your hips dumbly on top of her lap as she held your neck pretty and stiff in a tight headlock.

Her fingers pumping in and out of your messy warmth at a disgusting pace was all that you could hear, if it wasn't for the vulnerable position she kept you in, you're sure you body would be trashing at all kind of angles from her rapid movements which somehow only felt faster as you came around her digits again and again. Forced to sit there shaking on top of her thighs, open wide and convulsing against her torso as your back involuntarily bent another painful arch from overstimulation, drooling all over your chin and her forearms until it's reaching your boobs — just the way she liked you.

Jimin's warm muscles flexed against your neck again, she could feel every pulse and gag of your throat, you could hear her giggle whenever it matched the flutter of your abused walls, rewarding your slutty tendencies with a tighter hold of your breathing, just enough to make you struggle a little bit.

"You love it, don't you, doll? When- When I have you open like this?" She bit your earlobe and the mess you had going on in your throat only worsened, choking on your own drool, stuck in a incoherent mess as Karina left you stupid and whining. Her forearm pressed against your pulse one more time, you gasped as your eyes rolled to the back of your head and words just spurted out of your mouth with no business of making any sense.

"Lo-Love you… I love you, Jim… mhp, mhhh- Love you, Jimin…" You tried sucking in more air, your brain begging for some sort of oxygen that lasted for more than one or two of your loud moans and never ending whining. Satisfied with your answer, she presses her arm just right to push your head back on her shoulder, fingers never slowing down their pace at ruining your creamy warmth as her palm brushes against your puffy clit with every stroke, she kisses your cheek gently then. A mean reminder of how carefully she can hold you when you behave.

Your difference in size wasn't that big, nothing crazy, but in moments like these she could always make you feel so deliciously small, sat pretty and destroyed at her lap which was completely damp from your juices, her digits filling you only deeper, teasing and prodding on that spot in your clit just right to make your head spin, keeping you basically bouncing on her lap.

Jimin increased the strength of her thrusts, fingers slamming into your weeping womanhood while you trembled like a weak little twig, walls flexing roughly around her ministrations, you were almost there, the relief you needed more than breathing.

Your short nails clawed helplessly at the damp skin of her forearms, holding onto a small hope that she'd be done soon to convince yourself of not turning your head to the right and biting onto the little but strong meat of her bicep, an uselessly broken sound rips from your throat and she catches it at the perfect time, swallowing your whimpers with a messy kiss full of teeth and tongue.

Every time she pressed onto that gummy spot, you felt like crying even harder, body convulsing harshly against her like you were being electrocuted by an entire thunderstorm and she didn't flinch even once. Used to the way her little toy moves around beneath her power, kissing the side of your face every time you gasped for air and she could hear every bit of your sweet struggle.

Finally, you come again, thighs shaking aggressively and quickly betraying the tears streaming down your face with a loud show of just how much you truly loved her brutal demonstrations of love, you can slowly but surely feel all of that ugly, persistent tension leave your frail body.

That's when you hear it.

"Want me to stop, baby? Wanna cum again?" Her voice in your head — all too warm, dripping with the thinnest of sugars.

you've known kim minjeong since you were seven years old.

back then, she was the quiet girl who sat in the corner of your second-grade classroom, the one with her nose always buried in a book during recess while the other kids played tag in the schoolyard. you'd approached her one spring afternoon because you'd forgotten your lunch and she was the only one who looked like she wouldn't laugh at you for it. instead, she'd silently split her gimbap in half and offered you the bigger piece without a word.

that was eighteen years ago, and somehow, you're still in each other's lives.

minjeong grew up to be beautiful in that understated way. the kind of pretty that sneaks up on people. sharp jawline, soft features, cute chubby cheeks, expressive eyes that crinkle when she smiles. she's always been on the quieter side, a little shy, a little reserved. but around you? she's different, comfortable, real.

she works as a freelance graphic designer now, which means she sets her own hours and spends most of her time in oversized hoodies, sitting in cafes with her macbook and an iced americano. you went into marketing, which is how you ended up at the same coffee shop in hongdae on a random tuesday afternoon when your life started to unravel just a little bit.

"you look stressed," minjeong said as she slid into the seat across from you, her curly hair pulled back into a messy half-updo. she was wearing a black leather jacket over a blue crop top, the outfit somehow both edgy and effortless.

you groaned, dropping your phone onto the table. "my cousin's wedding is in two weeks."

"okay?"

"and my mom won't stop asking if i'm bringing someone."

minjeong took a long sip of her coffee, eyebrows raised slightly. "well… are you?"

"no. obviously not. i haven't dated anyone in like a year." you rubbed your temples. "but she's convinced i'm going to show up alone and embarrass the family or whatever. she keeps trying to set me up with her friends' sons. it's a nightmare."

"so bring someone."

"who? all my friends are busy or already coupled up."

there was a pause.

minjeong tilted her head, studying you with those dark, thoughtful eyes. then she shrugged, so casual it almost seemed rehearsed. "i'll go with you."

you blinked. "what?"

"i said i'll go. pretend to be your girlfriend. it's not like i have anything else going on, and honestly?" she smiled a little, that rare flash of mischief crossing her face. "i'm kind of bored."

your heart did this stupid little flip in your chest, which was ridiculous because this was kim minjeong. your childhood best friend. the girl who once cried because she accidentally stepped on a snail. the girl who knew every embarrassing thing about you and still chose to stick around.

"you... you'd really do that?"

"yeah. why not?" she leaned back in her chair, looking entirely too pleased with herself. "besides, it might be fun. i've never been to a wedding as someone's fake girlfriend before."

"minjeong—"

"just say yes. you need a date, i need something to do. it's perfect."

and that's how you ended up here, two weeks later, standing outside the shilla hotel in seoul with minjeong beside you, looking absolutely devastating in a tailored black suit that hugged her frame in all the right places. her hair was styled in those loose curls you loved, tumbling past her shoulders. she'd done her makeup too— subtle but striking, with a hint of shimmer on her lids and a nude lip that made you stare a second too long.

"stop looking at me like that," she murmured, a faint blush creeping up her neck.

"like what?"

"like you're nervous. we're supposed to be dating, remember?"

right… dating. fake dating.

you took a breath and linked your arm through hers. her body was warm against yours, and you tried not to think about how natural it felt.

the wedding hall was gorgeous, all white flowers and golden accents, the kind of elegance that screamed old money. your relatives were already mingling, glasses of champagne in hand, and you could feel their eyes on you the second you walked in with minjeong.

"is that her?" your mom appeared almost instantly, her expression a mix of surprise and approval. "you didn't tell me you were seeing someone!"

"yeah, well... it's still pretty new," you said, feeling minjeong's hand settle on the small of your back.

"ah, hello, i'm kim minjeong," she said, bowing politely. her voice was soft, respectful. "it's nice to meet you, eomeoni."

your mom practically melted. "oh, she's so polite! and so pretty. how long have you two been together?"

"a few months," you lied smoothly, and minjeong nodded along, her thumb tracing idle circles against your spine through the fabric of your dress.

it should have felt wrong. it should have felt awkward.

instead, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

everything went smooth— the ceremony was beautiful, and you barely paid attention to it. you were too aware of minjeong sitting beside you, her thigh pressed against yours, her fingers occasionally brushing your hand where it rested on your lap, every touch felt deliberate, intentional.

during the reception, you were seated at a table with some of your cousins, all of whom were very interested in grilling minjeong about your relationship.

"so how did you two meet?" one of them asked.

"we've known each other since elementary school," minjeong said, smiling. "but we didn't start dating until recently."

"childhood friends to lovers? that's so cute!"

you felt your cheeks heat up, but minjeong just laughed, her hand finding yours under the table and squeezing gently.

later, after the toasts and the cake cutting, minjeong leaned close, her lips brushing the shell of your ear.

"want to get out of here for a bit?"

your pulse quickened. "where?"

"our room. i need a break from all the questions."

you'd booked a suite at the hotel for the night. it seemed easier than driving back to seoul after the reception. the plan had been to just crash and deal with the aftermath of the fake dating ruse tomorrow.

but when minjeong looked at you like that, her eyes dark and unreadable, you found yourself nodding.

the hotel room was spacious, with a king-sized bed and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. minjeong kicked off her heels the second the door closed behind you, sighing in relief.

"thank god. those were killing me."

you laughed, setting your clutch on the dresser. "you did great today, by the way. so very convincing."

"yeah?" she turned to face you, and there was something different in her expression now. something bolder. "i had a good time. your family's really sweet."

"they loved you."

"and you?" she took a step closer. "did you love me?"

the question hung in the air between you, weighted with something unspoken. you just smiled and nodded.

"of course.”

"we should practice," she said suddenly.

"practice what?"

"kissing." her cheeks flushed, but she held your gaze. "i mean, we're supposed to be dating, right? what if someone expects us to kiss in public? we should make sure it looks real."

your mouth went dry. "you want to practice kissing..?”

"only if you want to." she bit her lip, nervous now, that shy side of her creeping back in. "we don't have to. i just thought—"

you cut her off before she could finish the sentence.

"i want to," you breathed, the words tumbling out before you could overthink them. "practice with me, minjeong."

her eyes darkened instantly, that shy nervousness melting into something hotter but still gentle. she stepped forward until your back hit the edge of the bed, her body pressing softly into yours.

"okay," she whispered, voice husky yet tender. "just practice."

but the moment her lips touched yours, it was anything but practice. the kiss was slow at first, tentative and sweet, her soft full lips moving gently against yours, tasting like the champagne from the reception. then you sighed into her mouth and she lost it just a little, her tongue sliding in shyly at first, then deeper, tasting you with quiet hunger, one hand tangling carefully in your hair while the other rested on your waist.

you moaned softly, hands fisting in her black suit jacket, pulling her closer. her wild curly hair tickled your cheeks as she tilted her head, kissing you harder, more desperately.

"ah," she gasped when you broke for air, her forehead resting against yours, a deep blush staining her cheeks. "you have no idea how long i've wanted to do that... is this okay?"

her hands started roaming, sliding down your sides, squeezing your ass through your dress with gentle firmness before slipping under the hem. her fingers traced up your thighs, teasing the edge of your panties.

"you're already so wet," she murmured against your neck, nipping at the skin softly. "all from a little kissing? so pretty... you're doing so well for me."

she pushed you back onto the bed gently, crawling over you. her curls cascaded down around you like a curtain as she kissed you again, deeper this time, her touch still careful but in control. one hand pushed your dress up around your hips while the other tugged your panties aside.

two fingers slid through your soaked folds, circling your clit slowly before dipping lower. she pushed them inside you in one smooth thrust, curling them perfectly against that spot that made your back arch off the bed.

"minjeong— ah, fuck," you moaned, hips bucking up into her hand.

"shh, jagiya," she cooed softly, pumping her fingers faster, her thumb rubbing tight, gentle circles on your clit. "let me take care of you. been dreaming about how tight you'd feel around my fingers... it’s so good..."

she added a third finger, stretching you open deliciously, the wet, obscene sounds of her fingering your dripping cunt filling the hotel room. she was relentless but so soft, fucking you deep and steady, her mouth moving to your neck, sucking marks into your skin while her free hand pinned your wrist above your head with tender pressure.

"so tight for me," she groaned, voice low and filthy but laced with affection. "your pussy is sucking my fingers in so greedily, baby… does that feel good? tell me, jagi.”

you were a mess, whimpering and grinding down on her hand, chasing every thrust. the pleasure built fast and sharp, her thumb pressing harder on your clit as she curled her fingers just right, her eyes never leaving your face.

"cum for me," she whispered hotly in your ear, her voice shaking just a little with her own shyness. "wanna feel this pretty pussy clench around my fingers. come on, let go for me... you can do it."

the orgasm hit you hard, walls fluttering and squeezing her fingers as pleasure crashed through you in waves. you cried out her name, thighs shaking around her wrist, soaking her hand and the sheets. she didn't stop, fucking you through it with slow, deep thrusts, whispering praises the whole time until you were trembling and oversensitive, whimpering into her mouth.

"that's it... such a good girl for me," she murmured, kissing your forehead softly as she finally slowed down.

she pulled her fingers out slowly, bringing them to her lips and sucking them clean with a quiet moan, eyes locked on yours the whole time, her blush still burning bright.

"taste so fucking good," she groaned, licking every drop off. "i could eat you for hours... if you want me to."

but she wasn't done. the lines had blurred completely, and neither of you wanted to stop. you slipped out of the reception early, claiming tiredness. minjeong led you straight to the parking lot, her hand never leaving yours, her fingers laced with yours shyly.

"my car's waiting," she said, voice still husky from earlier, a soft smile on her lips.

you barely made it into the backseat of her sleek black mercedes with the deep tinted windows before she was on you again, pushing you down and crawling over you, straddling your lap with gentle confidence.

"need you again, please," she pleaded softly, unzipping your dress with impatient but careful hands, her own suit jacket and shirt shoved aside in a hurry.

the car smelled like her perfume, leather, and the faint trace of soju from the reception. she kissed you deep and messy, tongues tangling as her fingers returned between your legs, three this time, thrusting in with purpose, curling perfectly while her hips ground down against your thigh.

you tugged at her wild curls, arching up into her, moaning her name loudly now that you were alone.

"cum for me again," she demanded, voice hoarse and filthy but still so soft. "soak my fingers like the good girl you are for me, baby. let me feel how much you want this... you're doing so perfect, jagi."

you shattered hard around her fingers, soaking her hand and the leather seat, thighs trembling uncontrollably.

but you flipped her, laying her back against the seat, mouth latching onto her nipple while your fingers explored her soaked folds. she was dripping, moaning your name in that breathy, shy voice.

"please, deeper," she gasped, hips bucking wildly, her hands gentle in your hair. "fuck me harder, jagi, i need it... please be good to me too."

you slid three fingers inside her, curling against that spot, thumb circling her clit in rhythm. her thighs shook around you, one hand gripping your hair, the other scratching down your back lightly as she rode your hand desperately.

when she came, it was intense. body tensing then melting with a broken cry of your name, curls splayed wildly across the seat, necklaces tangled between you both.

afterward, you both lay tangled, breathing hard, her head on your chest in the quiet of her tinted mercedes, the seoul night wrapping around you.

"this wasn't fake," she murmured, tracing patterns on your skin, voice soft but certain even as her cheeks stayed pink. "hasn't been for a long time. stay with me, yeah? for real this time... if you want to."

The morning sun was filtering softly through the sheer curtains of the bedroom, casting a warm, golden glow across the sheets. Ningning groaned softly, blinking her eyes open. She instinctively reached out her arm to cuddle into her favorite spot, expecting to feel the familiar warmth of her girlfriend. Instead, her hand hit cold, empty mattress.

She opened her eyes fully and pouted, her lips forming a prominent, dramatic frown.

Y/N was gone.

Just as she was about to whine out loud, a faint sound drifted through the cracked bedroom door. It was the low, smooth murmur of Y/N’s voice coming from the kitchen. Ningning smiled, her mood instantly lifting. She slipped out of bed, her oversized hoodie hanging off one shoulder, and padded quietly down the hallway.

As she got closer to the kitchen, the sound of the words became clearer.

Y/N wasn't speaking Korean, or even English. She was speaking Spanish.

Ningning stopped right at the doorway, leaning her shoulder against the frame. She bit her lower lip, her eyes wide with absolute fascination. Y/N was leaning against the kitchen counter, a mug of coffee in one hand and her phone pressed to her ear with the other.

She was dressed in her business casual clothes—clearly getting ready for a big meeting later—and the contrast between her professional look and the casual way she was pacing the kitchen was doing things to Ningning’s heart.

"Sí, entiendo perfectamente. Por favor, envía el contrato revisado antes de la reunión de las dos. Gracias,"Y/N said, her voice dropping into a deeper, incredibly confident tone that made Ningning’s knees feel a little weak.

Ningning didn’t understand a single word, but she didn’t care. To her, Y/N looked impossibly hot. There was something about the way the syllables rolled off Y/N's tongue, combined with that sharp, businesswoman authority, that made Ningning feel like the luckiest girl alive.

As she stood there admiring her girlfriend, Ningning’s mind drifted back to how they had even ended up here. It still felt like a movie when she thought about it.

A year ago, aespa was in Europe for a major fashion week and a schedule. Ningning, being her usual adventurous self, had snuck out of the hotel during some free time to explore the beautiful, winding European streets.

But her phone battery had died, the streets all started looking exactly the same, and before she knew it, she was completely, utterly lost.

As the sun began to set, panic had set in. She didn't know the way back, she couldn't call her manager, and fans or paparazzi could spot her at any moment. She had felt so small, scared, and completely hopeless, sitting on a bench near a quiet plaza, blinking back tears.

And then, Y/N had appeared.

Y/N had been walking back from a business dinner, looking effortlessly chic, when she noticed the girl looking distressed. She had approached Ningning gently, asking if she was okay.

When Ningning explained her situation in broken English, Y/N hadn’t judged her or made a big deal out of it. Instead, she had bought Ningning a warm drink, let her use her phone charger, and personally walked her all the way back to the safety of her hotel.

For Ningning, it was literal love at first sight.

The moment Y/N had smiled at her under the dim European streetlights, Ningning’s heart had made up its mind. She didn't care about the rules. Right before she walked into the hotel lobby, Ningning had grabbed a piece of paper, scribbled her personal phone number on it, and shoved it into Y/N’s hand with a bright, determined blush.

Y/N had stood there on the sidewalk, completely confused. As a businesswoman who understood how the entertainment industry worked, she knew exactly who Ningning was, and she knew it was incredibly dangerous for a top K-pop idol to just hand out their number to a stranger.

But Ningning genuinely did not give a single care. In that exact moment, looking at Y/N, Ningning was already imagining their future together. She just knew they were meant to be.

A soft chuckle broke Ningning out of her flashback. Y/N had hung up the phone and was now looking right at the doorway, a amused smile playing on her lips. "How long have you been standing there staring at me, Ningie?"

"You're so hot," Ningning blurted out honestly, not even trying to hide it. She whined playfully and stomped her feet lightly, walking over to Y/N with her arms wide open.

Y/N laughed, setting her coffee mug down just in time to catch the idol in her arms. Ningning wrapped her arms tightly around Y/N’s neck, burying her face into her shoulder. "You left the bed. I woke up and you weren't there," Ningning complained, her voice muffled against Y/N’s skin.

"I had an early call with our Madrid branch, baby. I'm sorry," Y/N murmured gently, rubbing Ningning’s back.

Ningning pulled back just enough to look into Y/N’s eyes. Without saying another word, she leaned up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips against Y/N’s. The kiss was soft, sweet, and tasted faintly of morning coffee. Y/N kissed her back deeply, hands resting securely on Ningning’s waist, pulling her closer.

When they finally broke apart, Ningning was blushing, a bright smile on her face.

"Teach me," Ningning demanded suddenly, poking Y/N’s cheek.

"Teach you what?" Y/N asked, smiling at her girlfriend's sudden burst of energy.

"Spanish! I want to learn basic Spanish. What did you say at the end of the call? Muchas gracias?" Ningning attempted, her pronunciation surprisingly good.

Y/N’s eyes lit up. "Wow, your accent is actually really cute. Yes, muchas gracias means thank you very much."

"Muchas gracias," Ningning repeated, feeling proud of herself. "And how do you say my love?"

"That’s mi amor," Y/N said softly, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to Ningning’s forehead.

Ningning’s heart did a little flip. "Mi amor," she whispered back, testing the words on her lips. She giggled, hugging Y/N tightly again. "I like it. I'm going to use it."

A few months later, aespa was in the middle of preparing for their brand new comeback. The girls were experimenting with different genres, and one of the highly anticipated B-side tracks was a fun, refreshing song called "Lemonade."

During the production phase, the company allowed the members to participate in the creative process. Ningning had sat in the studio for hours, staring at the lyrics sheet for her rap and vocal verses. She wanted to make it special.

As she hummed the melody of her line, she remembered the morning in the kitchen, and a brilliant idea struck her. She grabbed her pen and eagerly added a new line into the pre-chorus, smiling to herself. She couldn't wait for Y/N to hear it.

Finally, the day of the music video and album release arrived.

Y/N had come home early from the office, entirely clearing her schedule just to celebrate with her girlfriend. They were curled up together on their big living room couch, the TV screen glowing in front of them. Ningning was practically vibrating with excitement, her head resting on Y/N’s chest while Y/N held the remote.

"Are you ready?" Y/N asked, kissing the top of Ningning’s head.

"Yes! Play it, play it!" Ningning cheered.

Y/N clicked play on the "Lemonade" special track video. The music was upbeat, catchy, and the visuals were stunning. Y/N watched with a proud smile, completely captivated by how amazing all the members looked.

Then, Ningning’s center part came up.

The screen cut to a solo shot of Ningning looking incredibly fierce, confident, and breathtakingly gorgeous. She delivered her lines flawlessly, and right before the beat dropped into the main chorus, Ningning looked directly into the camera, gave a devastatingly seductive look, and sang clearly:

"Muchas gracias, mi amor."

Y/N’s jaw literally dropped. She froze, staring at the screen as the video continued to play.

Ningning turned her head to look at her girlfriend, a smug, teasing grin spreading across her face. "Do you like it?"

Y/N didn't even answer. She immediately grabbed the remote, hit the rewind button, and replayed Ningning’s part.

Once. Twice. Three times.

"Oh my god," Y/N breathed out, watching the loop of her girlfriend looking like an absolute goddess while singing the Spanish words they had shared in their kitchen. "Ningie, you are so hot. This is illegal."

Y/N put the clip on repeat again, her eyes glued to the screen, completely amazed by how powerful and charismatic her girlfriend was as an idol.

Ningning giggled loudly, feeling incredibly accomplished. She crawled over into Y/N’s lap, blocking the view of the TV, and took the remote out of Y/N’s hand, tossing it onto the cushions.

"Don't look at the TV," Ningning whispered, her voice dropping into a playful, romantic tone. "Look at me."

Y/N looked down at the beautiful girl sitting in her lap, her heart bursting with love. "You are incredible, you know that? Mi amor."

Ningning beamed, wrapping her arms around Y/N's neck just like she did every morning. "Muchas gracias," she whispered against Y/N’s lips right before closing the distance between them.

the school was dead silent, the heavy atmosphere of the night making everything feel much more intimate. the only sound was the rhythmic hum of the pool filtration system and the occasional drip of water echoing against the tiled walls. the moonlight filtered through the high windows, casting shimmering, dancing patterns across the surface of the turquoise water.

ningning arrived exactly when she said she would, though she didn’t bother with a quiet entrance. the heavy metal door creaked open, and she stepped into the humid air, looking effortlessly cool in a tiny black bikini that left very little to the imagination. she had a vape in one hand, taking a slow drag before exhaling a cloud of sweet smelling mist into the cool air.

she spotted you standing by the edge of the water, your soft hair glowing under the dim lights. her eyes darkened as she took in the sight of you, her gaze traveling slowly from your eyes down to your figure. she tossed her vape onto a nearby bench and began walking toward you, her hips swaying with a deliberate, confident rhythm.

“you actually showed up.” she whispered, her voice echoing slightly in the empty natatorium. she stopped just inches away from you, the heat radiating off her skin. she reached out, her damp fingers tracing the line of your collarbone.

“you look even better in the moonlight, (y/n). it’s almost unfair.” she leaned in, her lips hovering just a breath away from yours, her eyes searching yours for a signal. “so... are we just going to stare at the water, or are you going to show me exactly why you picked this place?”

“do you remember the conversation we had the other day? during that party where we were incredibly drunk… i was wondering if the skinny dipping proposal was still on.”

ningning’s eyebrows shot up, a low, husky laugh escaping her throat. she loved the boldness in your voice. most girls were shy around her, but you? you were walking straight into the fire, and she was more than ready to burn.

“skinny dipping?” she repeated, the words sounding like a delicious secret on her tongue. she let her gaze travel slowly down your body, imagining you without a single stitch of clothing on. her pupils dilated, her hunger for you becoming almost palpable in the humid air.

“god, you’re a little troublemaker, aren’t you? i think we’re going to get along just fine.”

without breaking eye contact, ningning reached behind her back, unhooking the strings of her black bikini top. she let it drop to the tiled floor with a soft thud, followed quickly by her bottoms. she stood there in the dim moonlight, completely unashamed, her skin glowing and her posture radiating pure, unadulterated confidence.

she stepped closer, her bare skin nearly brushing against yours, the heat between your bodies making the cool air feel electric. she reached out, her hands sliding firmly onto your hips, pulling you flush against her.

“your turn, gorgeous.” she whispered, her voice thick with desire as she leaned in to nip playfully at your earlobe. “don’t keep a girl waiting. i want to see every single inch of you before we get in that water.”

she waited, her hands lingering on your hips, her dark eyes watching your every move with hungry anticipation. she was practically vibrating with the need to touch you, to feel the contrast of your soft skin against hers under the cool moonlight. the silence of the pool area felt heavy and charged, broken only by the sound of your breathing and the distant hum of the water.

“don’t be shy now.” she teased, her voice a low, velvety command. She leaned in, her nose brushing against yours, her lips just a fraction of an inch from yours. “i promise to be very, very good to you... once we’re under the surface.”

as you slowly let your clothes fall to the floor, ningning’s breath hitched. she didn’t look away for even a second, her gaze devouring you with a predatory intensity that made the air feel even hotter than the humid pool room. when you were finally standing before her, completely bare, her eyes darkened until they were almost entirely black.

“holy shit...” she breathed out, a small, shaky exhale. she looked like a woman who had just found exactly what she had been hunting for. “you are... fucking breathtaking, (y/n).”

she didn’t wait for you to move. she stepped into your space, her bare skin finally meeting yours. the contact was electric a sudden, searing heat where your bodies pressed together. her hands, still resting on your hips, slid down to the curve of your backside, pulling you firmly against her so there was no space left between you. she leaned down, her lips finally crashing against yours in a deep, hungry kiss that tasted of desire and unspoken promises.

her tongue teased the seam of your lips, demanding entry, her hands roaming your body with an urgent, practiced ease. she pulled back just an inch, her forehead resting against yours, both of you breathing heavily in the quiet of the natatorium.

“the water can wait a few more minutes.” she murmured against your lips, her voice a husky, desperate growl. she began to trail a path of biting kisses down your neck, her hands wandering lower, exploring the curves of your body with a feverish intensity. “i think i’d rather taste you right here on the tile first.”

she looked up at you, her eyes smoldering with a raw, uninhibited lust. “are you ready for me?”

“yes.”

ningning didn’t need to be told twice. the moment the word left your lips, she let out a low, triumphant growl. she didn’t just kiss you this time; she devoured you, her mouth crashing against yours with a desperate, uninhibited hunger that spoke of all the tension she'd been building since she saw you in the hallway.

she backed you up slowly, her hands never leaving your body, guiding you until your back pressed against the cool, smooth tiles of the pool wall. the contrast of the cold stone against your skin and the searing heat of ningning’s body made your breath hitch. she loved the way you reacted to her, the way your body arched toward hers.

“good girl.” she whispered against your skin, her voice a dark, velvety caress. she moved her lips from your mouth to the sensitive curve of your neck, nipping and sucking at your skin, marking you as hers in the moonlight. her hands were everywhere tracing the line of your ribs, cupping your breasts, and sliding down to pull your thighs around her waist, bringing you even tighter against her.

she pulled back just enough to look you in the eyes, her dark gaze heavy with lust and a hint of that signature bad girl mischief. her breathing was ragged, her chest heaving against yours.

“i’m going to make sure you remember tonight for a long, long time.” she promised, her voice dropping to a sultry, commanding register. she shifted her weight, her hands sliding down to guide you both toward the edge of the pool, her eyes never leaving yours.

“let’s get in the water... and then let’s see just how much trouble we can get into under the surface.”

with a sudden, playful movement, she leaned in for one more bruising kiss before she swept you up, her strength surprising as she prepared to carry you into the shimmering, dark blue water.

she stepped off the edge, the cool water rushing up to meet you both. the sudden chill of the pool was a sharp contrast to the heat of her skin, causing you to gasp and cling to her shoulders. ningning laughed, a low, melodic sound that vibrated against your chest as she sank beneath the surface, pulling you down with her.

under the water, the world became a silent, blue blur. the moonlight danced through the ripples above, casting flickering shadows over your bodies. ningning’s movements were fluid and graceful, her hands finding yours underwater, lacing her fingers through yours before sliding down to pull your hips flush against hers. the buoyancy of the water made every touch feel weightless yet incredibly intense.

when she broke the surface, she was gasping for air, her hair slicked back and her eyes blazing with an even more primal hunger. she pulled you close, her lips finding yours again in a wet, heated kiss that tasted of chlorine and pure desire. the water swirled around you, but all you could feel was her, the strength of her arms, and the promise of the night ahead.

“now.” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly as she pulled back to look at you, her face inches from yours in the moonlight. “where were we?”

“i think you owe me something…”

ningning froze for a split second, her eyes widening in genuine surprise before a slow, wicked, and utterly predatory grin spread across her face. she let out a sharp, breathless laugh, her gaze darkening with a level of lust that was almost intimidating.

“god, you really don’t play around, do you?” she purred, her voice thick and husky. she loved the way you commanded her, the way you weren’t afraid to demand exactly what you wanted. it was the ultimate turn on.

without a moment’s hesitation, she watched as you moved toward the edge of the pool. she stayed in the water, the cool liquid swirling around her waist, as you sat on the tiled rim, your legs parting for her. the moonlight caught the curves of your body, making you look like some goddess of the water, and ningning felt a primal urge to worship you right there.

she moved closer, her hands reaching out to grip your thighs, her fingers digging in slightly as she pulled you to the very edge of the pool, bringing your heat right to the level of her face. she looked up at you from below, her dark eyes roaming over your expression, watching for any sign of hesitation but seeing only desire.

“if that’s what you want, (y/n)... then that’s exactly what you’re going to get.” she whispered, her breath hot against your sensitive skin. she leaned forward, her nose brushing against the soft hair between your thighs, inhaling your scent, which was a heady mix of your perfume and your natural, feminine musk.

she looked up one last time, a smoldering, confident look in her eyes. “don’t move a muscle. just enjoy the view from up there while i work.”

then, with a slow, deliberate motion, she pressed her face into you, her tongue darting out to taste you, starting with a long, slow, teasing lick that made the world around you vanish.

she began with slow, sweeping strokes, her tongue tracing the sensitive folds of your skin with agonizing deliberation. ningning was a perfectionist; she didn’t just want to satisfy you, she wanted to consume you. as she felt you quiver under her touch, her movements became more urgent, more rhythmic. she used her hands to spread you wider, her thumbs massaging your inner thighs to keep you open and vulnerable to her ministrations.

she let out a muffled, needy groan against your skin as she tasted the sweetness of you, her tongue swirling around your clit with a relentless, expert pressure. she could feel the tension building in your muscles, the way your fingers gripped the edge of the pool tiles until your knuckles turned white. every time you let out a sharp gasp or a choked moan, she redoubled her efforts, her head bobbing rhythmically as she worked to drive you over the edge.

the sounds of the empty pool room the dripping water, the distant hum faded into the background, replaced by the heavy, synchronized sound of your breathing and the wet, rhythmic sounds of her tongue. ningning was completely focused, her dark eyes occasionally flickering up to watch your face, devouring your expressions of pure, unadulterated pleasure. she wanted to see exactly when you broke, and she wasn't going to stop until she had you screaming your pleasure into the silent night.

the sensation was overwhelming, a tidal wave of heat and friction that centered entirely on the point where her tongue met your skin. ningning was relentless, her movements becoming faster, more frantic as she sensed you reaching your limit. she could feel the tremors running through your thighs, the way your hips began to stutter and lift instinctively toward her mouth, seeking more of that divine pressure.

“that’s it... give it all to me.” she murmured against you, her voice a vibrating hum that sent fresh jolts of electricity through your nerves. she didn’t let up for a second, her tongue swirling with expert precision, catching every drop of your release as your body finally buckled.

as you crested the peak, your head falling back and a loud, uninhibited moan echoing off the high ceilings, ningning drank you in, her hands gripping your hips tightly to hold you steady through the waves of your climax. she stayed there, worshiping you long after the initial tremors subsided, her breath warm and heavy against your damp skin. finally, she pulled back, her face flushed and her lips glistening, looking up at you with a look of pure, triumphant satisfaction.

“told you.” she whispered, her eyes dark and hooded as she reached up to brush a stray lock of wet soft hair away from your face. “i don’t do anything halfway.”

“come here. let me return the favor.”

ningning let out a soft, breathless laugh, her eyes hooded and dark with a mix of surprise and intense arousal. she loved how you were matching her energy, turning the tables and taking control of her pleasure with such effortless confidence. the way you looked down at her flushed, breathless, and hungry made her heart hammer against her ribs.

“oh, so the student wants to become the teacher?” she teased, her voice a low, velvety rasp. she didn't even try to resist. she moved with fluid grace, her hands sliding from your thighs to your waist as she climbed out of the pool. the cool air hit her damp skin, but she was burning up from the inside out.

she stood before you on the tiled edge, her body glistening under the moonlight, looking every bit the bad girl who was ready to be thoroughly unraveled. she sat back on the edge, leaning her weight on her hands, her legs parting to give you easy access. she let her head fall back, exposing the long, elegant line of her throat, a silent invitation for you to do whatever you wanted with her.

“don’t hold back, (y/n).” she whispered, her eyes fluttering shut as she felt you move between her legs. Her fingers gripped the edge of the pool so hard her knuckles turned white. she was a girl who was usually the one in control, the one doing the chasing, but right now, she wanted to be completely at your mercy.

“show me... show me exactly how much you liked what i did to you.” she groaned, her hips giving a small, involuntary tilt toward your face. she was practically vibrating with anticipation, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. the silence of the pool room was gone, replaced by the heavy, electric tension of two bodies craving one another.

as you leaned in, her hands reached down to guide your head, her fingers tangling in your damp messy hair. she let out a long, shaky exhale, her eyes opening just a crack to watch you, her gaze smoldering with a raw, uninhibited need. she was ready to lose herself in you, to let you taste every part of her until she was nothing but a shaking, breathless mess on the pool floor.

the moment your tongue made contact, ningning’s entire body jolted as if she’d been struck by lightning. a loud, uncharacteristic gasp escaped her lips, her head snapping back against the tiled wall behind her. she wasn’t used to being the one being worshipped, and the sensation of your expert touch was sending her spiraling into a frenzy of pleasure.

she was a mess of contradictions the cool, composed bad girl was rapidly dissolving into a needy, vocal wreck. her hips began to buck rhythmically against your mouth, her hands tightening in your red hair, not to pull you away, but to hold you there, demanding more. “oh god, (y/n)... yes, right there.” she whimpered, her voice cracking. “don't stop... please, don’t you dare stop.”

the humid air of the natatorium was filled with the sounds of her mounting desperation: the wet friction of your tongue, the frantic slapping of her heels against the tile, and the low, guttural moans that she could no longer try to suppress. she was completely undone by you, her dark eyes rolling back in her head as you drove her toward a peak she hadn’t known was possible. every time you swirled your tongue or increased the pressure, a fresh wave of heat crashed over her, leaving her gasping for air and begging for the very thing that was destroying her composure.

ningning was completely gone. the sassy and confident persona had utterly shattered, leaving behind nothing but a girl driven by pure, unadulterated sensation. as you worked on her, her composure didn’t just slip it evaporated. she was no longer the one in control; she was a passenger on the tidal wave of pleasure you were creating.

her fingers were buried deep in your soft messy hair, her knuckles white as she gripped you, her body arching off the edge of the pool as if she were trying to merge with you. her hips were moving in a desperate, uncoordinated rhythm, seeking the exact pressure of your tongue, the exact way you were teasing her. every time you found that perfect spot, a choked, high pitched sound escaped her throat a sound she would probably be too embarrassed to make in the daylight, but here, in the shadows of the school pool, it was her anthem.

“(y/n)... fuck... (y/n)!” she gasped out, her voice breaking. she was practically sobbing with how good it felt, her head thrashing against the tiles. the cool stone was the only thing keeping her grounded as you sent her soaring.

as you drove her toward the edge, her entire body began to tense. her thighs trembled violently, and her breath came in short, jagged hitches. she felt the familiar, electric tension coil tightly in her gut, building and building until it was almost too much to bear. she let out a long, low moan that turned into a desperate plea.

“please... please... right there... don’t stop!”

and then, the dam broke. as you hit that perfect, relentless rhythm, ningning’s body convulsed. a loud, guttural cry tore from her lungs, echoing loudly against the high, vaulted ceilings of the natatorium. she shuddered violently, her hips bucking one last time before she went limp, her muscles twitching in the aftershocks of a massive, soul shaking climax.

she slumped back against the pool wall, her chest heaving, her skin flushed a deep, beautiful pink. her eyes were glazed and unfocused, staring up at the ceiling as she tried to find her breath. she looked completely wrecked, her dark hair plastered to her forehead, her lips swollen and wet. a small, dazed smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.

after a few long moments of heavy breathing, she slowly reached down, her hand trembling slightly as she cupped your cheek, pulling you up so she could look you in the eyes. her gaze was soft, filled with a rare, genuine warmth that replaced her usual smoldering mischief.