you, family members, and close friends all gathered in your family’s luxurious garden to celebrate you. you wore a nice white shirt, black slacks, and beautiful, white heels. the stringed lantern lights lit up the place and the faces among. the air held the smell of success. this was your night. every person’s beaming face, every back pat, every hug, every whispered word was for the brillance of you, the golden child. 

your gaze drifted past the crowd of people, past the tall plants, to where your sister stood. yizhuo. her white dress contrasted against the shadows, as if the celebration were for her. she had walked the same halls, studied for the same hard exams, held her breath through the same finals at yonsei. but, no one celebrated her. no one even really looked at her. her jaw was set, a clear sign of years spent as an afterthought. 

you watched a distant aunt notice yizhuo, give a quick nod, then turn back to others to continue conversing about you. yizhuo just took another slow sip of her punch, knuckles white around the glass. her eyes fixed on nothing at all. 

you felt it from so far away, the thrum of resentment from her. a bitter taste under the sweet party air. the celebration meant to mark your achievements, was slowly building pressure. you knew you could break it. 

hours bled into a blur of champagne flutes, punch glasses, and drunken babble. your sister sat just as the last time you saw her. each compliment for you, each touch, seemed to tighten her silence. but still, you watched her from across the lawn. you knew how her shoulders stiffened when someone praised your perfection, how her eyes dropped when someone mentioned your accomplishments. tonight, though, her usual simmer was boiling over. 

the lantern lights now felt like harsh spotlights. another round of toasts began, while you were talking with your closest cousins, min and hoseok. 

“are they trying to get us wasted?” min asked, admiring the glass that was just handed to her. 

“they’re free drinks, i don’t really care.” her brother, hoseok, downed the glass as soon as he finished his sentence. 

you let out a silent chuckle. “they’re just happy, i guess.” your eyes were already scanning the area, knowing something would happen soon. spotting your father walking up to the dj’s table, you were already chuffed. “oh god, here he goes…”

he took the mic, and the already lowered music was muted. “to y/n! to a future as bright as her mind!” his voice boomed and amplified, washing over the party. the cheers that followed were deafening. he gave you a look of pure adoration, of cherishment, of favoritism. you couldn’t help but to brighten your smile and reciprocate the love you felt all around you. 

as the applause died down, you turned back to your dear cousins already pestering you. 

“so, what’s the after party plans?” hoseok averted his eyes to you, followed by min. 

“whatever you guys plan, i don’t really care.” you said, your eyes already scanning the periphery. 

“oh come on y/n,” min pressed with impatience in her voice. “it’s your night, so give us something you want to do!” 

you shrugged. “dude, anything is fun in this city.”

hoseok leaned in. “is, uh, your sister joining us this time?” 

“she never comes out with us anymore,” min pouted. “she always says next time but we never see her.” 

“how about i go get her, and we ditch this party?” you gave a sly smile. 

“fuck yeah!” they both cheered, giving you a laugh. 

“i’ll back soon,” you said, backing away from the two. “just enjoy all this shit!” you heard them snickering as you walked away, but your concern was your sister. where did she sneak off to this time? 

you started your search near the house, checking the quieter less lit areas first. the small patio off the kitchen was empty save for discarded plates. the narrow path leading to the side gate, which was usually a smoking spot, was clear. you moved, scanning the shadows, dismissing fleeting glimpses of other guests. it was a small thrill, this hunt. you pushed through a thick hedge, entering the less manicured part of the garden, a place of forgotten statues and overgrown bushes. no sign. a flash of dark fabric near the pond, but it was just a discarded jacket. the longer it took, the more anticipation grew. you rounded a bend, the sound of the fountain growing louder. 

and then you found her. near the old stone fountain, half hidden by the polished bench. she wasn’t just sitting. she was raging. not with screams, not with shouts, but with a raw force that ripped through the festive sounds. her hands gripped the fountain edge, knuckles white, nails scraping the stone. a strangled sound tore from her throat repeatedly, muffled by the party, but loud enough to make the fine hairs on your arm stand up. she hunched over, shaking. a single, empty glass shattered against the fountain’s base. the sound was sharp, brittle, cutting through the noise only for you to hear. 

the grin you had on your face fell. this was it. the moment you had been waiting for. you walked towards her, each step measured. the world around you faded until only yizhuo’s ragged breathing and your own pulsing blood filled your ears. 

“yizhuo.” you said, your voice low. it wasn’t a question. 

your poor sister flinched, her head snapping around. her eyes were wide and wild. raw anger, humiliation, and surprise filled them. 

“what do you want?” her voice was a strained whisper, hoarse from whatever silent battle she was fighting. she didn’t move, still hunched, palms still in place. 

you stopped just in front of her, close enough to see the tremble of her lower lip, the rapid pulse at her throat. “what do i want?” you echoed softly. you let your gaze sweep over her, taking in the disarray of her hair, the faint sweat beading at her forehead, the dark smudges under her eyes. “i want to know about this,” you gestured at her vaguely, at the shattered glass, at the trembling. “this tantrum.” 

it’s not a tantrum,” yizhuo hissed, defiance heavy in her voice. “it’s…it’s everything! all of it!”

“all of what, yi?” you bent down to level with her. “your inability to keep up?” your voice stayed low, but each following word was a barb. “your constant, pathetic struggle to even be seen when i’m in the room?”

she recoiled slightly, a low growl escaping her throat. “do you think this is about you?” 

“i know this is about me.” you inched closer to her. “everything is about me, isn’t it? for you.” 

yizhuo’s chest heaved. her eyes, fixed on yours, held desperate intensity. “you don’t know shit.” 

“oh, but i do.” you lifted a hand. you didn’t touch her, not yet. your fingers hovered inches away from her cheek, letting the threat of your touch hang in the air. “i know exactly how you feel. and i know something else, too.” your voice dropped even lower. “i know what you really want.” 

your sister was frozen. the anger in her eyes slowly begin to morph into fear. 

“you want to make it about you,” you purred. “and so that’s what we’ll do.” before the last word even left your mouth, you moved. your hand shot out, gripping her arm, fingers digging into the soft flesh above her elbow. you bent her over the stone bench beside the fountain, a sudden motion that stole her breath. her body arched, a whimper tearing from her lips. 

“what are you doing…”  yizhuo’s voice was a choked whisper. the sound of the distant party, once a muted hum, now felt impossibly far, replaced by the frantic beat of her own heart in her ears. 

you leaned in closer, breath ghosting over her ear, “making it about you, just like you wanted.” your other hand was already at the hem of her dark dress, pulling it up with a swift motion. the flowy material folded on her back, exposing the skin of her thighs. the smooth curve of her ass in her favorite white panties. her breath hitched again, a small sound as her eyes squeezed shut. 

“there it is,” you whispered, a low rasp against her ear. your open palm connected with her exposed thighs with a sharp smack. the sound echoed, swallowed by the distant party. her whole jolted. “you hate being second best, don’t you, little sister?” another stinging strike landed, making her gasp. “but, you love being put in your place. 

you watched her tightly clenched fists, the way her shoulders trembled. her breath came in ragged gasps, but no cries escaped. just raw, helpless sounds. you smoothed your hand over her ass, and leaned in closely, your mouth brushing against her cheek. “you’ll never be as good as me, yizhuo,” your hand creeped to the waistband of her panties. “say it.”

“say what?” she rasped, voice thick with shame. your free hand gripped her throat with firm pressure. you felt the pulse at her throat. a smile spread on your face as you pulled her panties to her knees, exposing her bare ass and pussy to the crisp air. 

“say you’re not as good as me,” you demanded. “say you’ll never be.” you wanted to hear those words so bad, to see the admission in her eyes. your hand creeped down her ass, fingers filing through her already slick folds. you continued further, fingers brushing against her clit a few times. her head thrashed weakly against the cool stone, but still, no words came. “if you want more, then you’ll say it.” you said with tease. 

a single tear came from her squeezed eyes, tracing a path down her flushed cheek. you added more pressure, trying to elicit something out of her. her hips bucked against your hand desperately. her eyes flew open, locked to yours and the tears flowed down her cheek. 

“i-i’m not as good as you,” she choked out, words ragged and broken. “i’ll never be as good as you, y/n..” 

oh, how she crumbled under you, you enjoyed it so much. “that’s a good girl.” you closed in on her face, tongue licking at her tears. slowly removing your fingers from her clit, and hovered two of the digits over her hole. your tongue trailed from licking her cheeks to her lips, pressing your mouth fully against hers. a deep kiss that stole her already shallow breath.

her lips were soft, trembling beneath yours. your tongue delved deeper, intertwining with hers. she let out a slow, deep moan against your lips, desperate and shameless. your free hand, no longer at her throat, slid to the back of her head, tangling in her hair, holding her captive in your kiss as your fingers continued to dance at her entrance. the taste of tears mingled with the sweetness of her mouth. you deepened the kiss making sure she felt every each of your control. 

her hands detached from the bench to your face, pulling you closer. you wanted to tease her so much more, but you couldn’t bear it anymore and you could tell she couldn’t either. you forced your fingers inside her cunt, making her involuntarily clench around your fingers. she cried out as you pushed in and out of her sopping hole. her nails dug into your cheeks, asking for more. you could feel her heat, the way she tightened around your fingers with every thrust, a frantic rhythm building between you. 

you pulled away from the kiss briefly, “look at you,” you admired. “all that resentment, all that jealousy, just for you to be getting fucked by me.” you added another finger with ease, making yizhuo’s back arch impossibly more. her choked cries were now desperate pleas, her body like a bow string on the verge of snapping. her mouth didn’t answer you, only seeking more from your lips, in which you gave in. 

your digits continued their insistent rhythm, bringing her closer and closer to the edge, the tension in her lower half becoming unbearable. just as you noticed her breathing become unstable, you paused, holding perfectly still inside her. this time, she broke the kiss, whining with frustration and even more desperation. your thumb soothed over her cheek, “oh, don’t worry, sister. i’m not finished with you yet.“ 

you withdrew your fingers with a slick sound. with a rough pull, you flipped yizhuo over. her back now on the cool stone, head tilting back, exposing the marks from your hands. her bare legs parted, still trembling from the denied release. 

you got on your knees, not caring if you dirtied your clothes, and stretched your body over hers. your fingers caressed the inner curve of her thighs, slowly up past her still slick pussy, spreading flat against her tummy. your hands moved to trace the curve of her ribs, before grabbing the material left on her body. you pulled the dress gently over her head, throwing it somewhere out of sight, discarding her panties along with it, leaving her entire body bare. 

“you look so pretty like this, yi.” you placed kisses all over her neck, sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin. you could feel the vibrations of her soft moans against your lips. little red marks blossoming across the pale skin of her throat. your hands explored her tits, harshly pulling at her nipples. you rolled the sensitive nubs between your thumb and forefinger, feeling them harden further under your touch. 

“fuck,” the girl gasped, “you feel so good.” you pulled back slightly, just enough to meet her gaze. her pupils were blown, high on thrill. 

“do i, baby?“ you could hear the squelching from the way she clenched around nothing, the word triggering her. you lowered yourself, letting your tongue trace the outline of her left nipple before drawing it into your mouth, suckling deeply. her back arched further, a guttural sound escaping her as you continued to consume her. your free hand slid down her stomach, ghosting the inner of her thighs, inching even closer to her core. 

you switch to the right nipple, performing the same shameful act. spit pooled in your mouth as your tongue nurtured the bud in every way, making sure it was throbbing and distended. your teeth grazed against the nipple, teasing, pulling roughly at the sensitive thing and yizhuo enjoyed every second of it.  her body writhed beneath you so submissively. 

you slowly withdrew your mouth from her breast, leaving it swollen and glistening. your sister whimpered at the loss, but you still weren’t done with her. you placed open mouth kisses all over her tummy, leaving little wet spots all over. each warm press, eliciting a low groan from her mouth as you moved closer and closer to her pussy. 

you admired the sight in front of you. her bare, shaven pussy soaked in wetness, waiting for you to eat. your tongue moved along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, until it finally brushed against her clit. curses spilled from her mouth as you devoured her. your mouth enveloped her, drawing her in with a hungry urgency. the first taste was intoxicating, a sweet and salty rush that made your head spin. your tongue gave supple, flat licks against her clit. her hands tangled in your hair, gripping, pulling. you worked her, mouth suckling, tongue flicking as fast as your jaw would let you. 

you took the chance to insert your fingers back inside her hole. three fingers pressed against her hole all at once, suddenly filling her full. yizhuo was getting bolder, sounds emitting louder and louder from her mouth. the grip she had on your hair was even more needy than before. her thighs sandwiched your head in place, not a care in world if she suffocated you. you plunged your fingers in and out, a steady push and pull to compliment the frantic rhythm of your tongue. the combination was utterly overwhelming. 

“god, you’re gonna make me cum all over your face…” her voice was ragged and strained. she was clenching tighter and tighter around your fingers, tongue furiously assaulting at her clit. it was clear she was going to spill, so you eased your pace and slowed your fingers to a tantalizing speed. she let out a whimper, desperate to let go. “please.” she begged in a broken whisper. 

you leaned up just enough to meet her gaze, tears still falling down her face. a wicked smile playing on your face, “beg prettier for me, baby.” you dove back without a time for a response, continuing your frantic motions with more intensity. your head started to hurt from how intense her legs were closed in on you, but you didn’t care. her lower half rose against your face. you could feel her pussy spasming around your fingers, squeezing so fucking tight. just as you curled them, warm liquid soaked your face. you moaned against her, enjoying the taste of her sweet juices on your tongue. 

sounds ripped from her throat, high broken cries that weren’t quite screams, but loud enough. it was a messy mix of sounds, like she couldn’t decide what noise to make. her breathing was fast and shallow, little puffs of air. you slowed down gradually, eventually stopping once her body had gone limp. a sudden quietness falling over the two of you. you kept your face buried between her legs, lapping up the warm aftermath. your tongue sweeping over her clit and folds, gathering every single drop of her release. her chest heaved as she flinched at the cleaning. her hand loosened its grip on your hair and her legs relaxed. 

you took a moment to gather yourself, wiping your mouth on the inside of your shirt. yizhuo sat watching you, her breath still a little shaky, her eyes puffy and low. the remnants of her climax clung to the air. 

you reached for her dress that you had thrown earlier. “here.” hanging the clothing in her face. 

her hand reached out, fingers brushing up against the fabric. with a soft sigh, she took the dress from you, pulling it over her head and beginning to dress herself. the fabric rustled softly as she worked, covering the damp skin and only the marks below her neck. 

you heaved yourself from the ground, stretching your arms once you reached your feet. “we have somewhere to be soon.”

“hmm?” her voice was soft and hoarse. 

“i told the cousins that i would come look for you so we could go out.” you clarified, gesturing towards the sounds of the party. 

“and you actually want me to go?” yizhuo said, genuinely confused. 

“no, not really, but i guess i have to now.” you replied with a slight shrug in your shoulders. 

her dorm room literally smells like sweat and expensive perfume 😭. she starts by setting up her devices, yes with an “s”, laptops, desktop, ipad, the whole nine…

now as to watch she’s watching…fancams…of idols…like her members, ESPECIALLY her members. she can’t get enough of them!

every single one of her sessions, she oils up her body from the neck down and goes to town. starting with her tits, she tweaks her nipples basically dry humping the air while she does it. engorged in the rush of being such a fucking pervert, she’ll do anything to get her rocks off to her beautiful members. she has the most sensitive nipples ever, so it’s easy to rile herself up.

she admires different things from each member. karina’s tits, winter’s ass, and for ning, well it was just her face. as soon as she starts stroking her cock, she forgets everything except what’s in front of her eyes.

oh, don’t let her get too into it, she’ll have her eyes rolled back into her head, moaning so fucking loud you could hear her in the other side of the world, tongue out of her mouth dripping spit on her dick. “fuck, fuck, fuck.” is the only phrase she can form in the moment. poor aeri can’t keep her hand off her cock for more than half a day, she just has to express her love for her fellow members even if it means blue-balling herself to their perfect bodies.

seldomly, she takes it a step further, pulling out the pocket pussy she keeps in her bedside table. the thing looks like its been fucked through hell and back but it gets the job done! she gets close to the devices and shoves her sensitive cock inside the pussy, stroking herself into oblivion. her imagination runs wild watching synk: parallel line videos.

speaking of the tour, it was horrible. having to share a room was the worst for her, not being able to fuck herr hand as freely as she wanted to…having to lay in bed, bucking at the pillow tucked between her legs while she scrolls through reels of the latest performance. she tried to make it feel like she was back at her dorm, but it just wasn’t working. now her head was scrambling for better ways and she thought why would she watch videos, when she had one of the stars in her room!

ningning was the fortunate culprit, laying in the bed on the opposite side of the room. aeri would stand, dick parallel (see what i did there) to the sleeping girl’s face and stroke herself. the thrill of ningning just opening her eyes just a smidge made her insane. she tried to keep quiet, she really tried but keeping quiet only made her build up more intense and with a few more knobbing motions, she ‘accidentally’, yeah purely ‘accidentally’ came all over her pillow…and face….

you two were head to head in competitiveness. with both of your careers being built on being the best, neither of you liked to lose. the world of contract killings was small, too small for the both of you to move around. the first and only time you crossed paths with irene was a job that went sideways, both of you circled the same target, each unaware of the other's presence until the last minute. no shots were taken, but after that day there was, for sure, unfinished business. it wasn't long before the games began. it started small, anonymous cryptic messages sent every now and again. now, it had gotten bigger, much bigger.

you were out buying supplies, the mundane task that gave you a rare moment of peace. but your phone buzzed, giving you an uneasy feeling. another message. a picture of you, taken from a distance, but close enough to know it was you. a quick peek over your shoulder didn't reveal any vital information as to who could've taken the picture. you were itching to text back, but you knew it would do no good.

you pocketed your phone and forced yourself to remain calm. instead, you finished your transaction, every movement measured, every breath controlled, but beneath the surface, your heart thumped inside your chest. today wasn't a day for you to be so worried. 

you took a little detour. a food stall on the street, smelled to good to ignore. skewers sizzled on the grill, filling the air with the scent of charred meat and seasonings. you ordered something and handed the stall manager your money.

"keep the change." you said with a slight smile, leaning against the metal counter. your eyes scanned the crowd, people moved past in a blur; strangers, harmless.

your phone buzzed. you glanced down, expecting exactly what you saw. another message...with an attachment? your stomach twisted as soon as you saw what it was. it was you, just then talking the stall manager. 

a hungry one aren't you, cutie?

your gaze darted around. someone was close. someone was playing games. your fingers hovered over the screen, but you didn't reply. not yet. if they wanted to play, you'd play, until the end. the man handed you your food and you continued down the sidewalk. you couldn't help but to think about if you were being followed. 

you made it to your loft door, your grip tightening around the keys in your pocket. your mind ran through the possibilities. whoever sent that message, whoever took that picture, had to be close. too close. you glanced over your shoulder, scanning the empty hallway. no footsteps, no movement, but that didn't mean you weren't alone. 

sliding the key into the lock, you turned it carefully, listening for anything to change behind you. you stepped inside, closing the door behind yourself with a quiet click before turning the deadbolt. you set the food on the counter, no real intention to eat anything anymore. ripping the supplies bag open, you unpacked everything with efficiency. ammunition, new lockpicks, and suppressors laid out on the counter. everything in its place, everything controlled. 

you exhaled, rolling your shoulders, willing yourself a moment to relax. maybe you needed a drink, maybe just some quiet time. but then your phone rang. how annoying could a phone be? looking at the screen, you had no choice but to answer. it was your boss. 

"yeah?"

"got a job for you," the bold voice on the other end said. 

you leaned against the counter, rubbing a hand over your face. "who is it?"

there was a pause. your boss wasn't one to hold back information and you weren't one to be kept waiting. "hello?"

"well, it's irene."

your grip tightened around the phone. for a moment, all your focus was placed on the clock ticking just above your head. 

irene. your greatest rival. your shadow. the only woman that could go toe-to-toe with you. 

your boss continued, aware of the tension caused by his words, "listen, the client wants her gone. clean and fast."

"how much?"

"enough for you to retire and be done, forever."

it should've been an easy yes. a contract like that meant irene had pissed off someone big. big enough to set up your future with one phone call. instead of answering right away, you ran a thumb over the edge of the counter, eyes fixed on the newly bought supplies. silence stretched on the line before your boss sighed.

"i know it's a huge job, but you in or not?" 

your jaw clenched. this was it. the job that would end your competition forever. 

"i'm in." you said, your voice steady. 

"good, good. i'll send you the details soon. be safe, y/n."

the call ended, leaving only the sound of your own breathing. you placed the phone down carefully on the stand beside the couch, your mind remained sharp. the air in your loft felt heavier, like the weight of this decision had shifted something unseen. but panic? no. you don't panic. instead, you exhaled and pushed away from the counter. you needed to clear your head. leaving everything where it was, you walked toward the bathroom, peeling off your clothes inside. 

the moment you turned the shower on, steam rose up in thick clouds, fogging the mirror you watched yourself dissolve in. you stepped under the scalding water, letting it soak into your skin, washing away all the tension from the day.

irene. she ran through your mind like a shadow slipping between cracks of light, always there, always just out of reach. a name that had been nothing more than an annoyance to hear was now something else. you had accepted the job. you had to end her. you exhaled, tilting your head back under the water. a contract was a contract. irene was just another target. 

the heat of the water had done its job, easing the tension from your muscles and your mind. as you stepped out, steam still clung to the air, curling around your figure. you wiped your hand over the mirror, watching your reflection reappear, sharped, composed, unreadable. just as it always was.

you wrapped yourself in a plush robe and made your way to the living room, letting the quiet luxury of your space settle over you. watching the city skyline, the lights outside glittering like stars trapped in glass. your furniture was sleek, modern, expensive. a place designed for solitude, not company. 

sinking into the leather couch, you reached for the glass on the side table, pouring yourself a drink. the amber liquid swirled under the low lighting as you brought it to your lips, letting the burn settle your throat. your grip tightened around the glass. 

the city was beautiful through your windows, a glittering sea of lights stretching into the night, but it wasn't the skyline that held your attention. it was the faint reflection in the glass. the sharp silhouette standing just behind you. sleek hair, piercing eyes, the sharp curve of a familiar smirk. 

you took another slow sip of your drink.

"how'd you get in?"

you watched as the smirk deepened. "would you believe me if i said you left the door unlocked?"

you let out a quiet laugh, swirling your glass. "locked it."

she stepped closer like a panther prowling on its prey. "then let's just say i have my ways." a hand swooped the glass from your grip. “you don’t look surprised to see me.” irene said before finishing off your drink. 

“i’m not really big on guests,” you turned, now looking just over your shoulder, “especially when they’re uninvited.” 

“oh, don’t be so uptight, y/n. i just wanted to do something interesting!” 

“interesting?” you flashed a questionable look. “more of an inconvenience.”

irene stepped closer, the scent of her shampoo, exclusive and musky, filled your senses. “are you finding me inconvenient, now?” 

“i just find your methods a bit…” a simple shrug of your shoulders. “intrusive, that’s all. especially when they involve breaking and entering.” 

“intrusion is my specialty,” she purred, her finger tracing your jawline. “besides, i thought we had an understanding. we’re both in the same business, after all.” 

“an understanding?” you scoffed, pushing yourself off of the couch. “we have a mutual interest and occupation in eliminating problems,” you walked close enough to feel her breath on your face. “and right now, you’re becoming a big problem.” snatching the glass from her hand and placing it into your sink. 

“how come you don’t miss me?”

“miss you? irene, we haven’t seen each other in months, nor have we had an actual conversation. there’s nothing to miss.” you turned your body, now facing irene, who was still standing over the couch. “why are you here anyway?” 

you had an idea of why. of course, the day you get a call to take out the lady standing in your apartment, she shows up. she was there to kill you, finish what was supposed to be finished when you saw each other months ago. 

“time is a construct. especially in our line of work, a few months is practically a blink.” she shifted, leaning up against the back of the couch. “as for conversation, some things are better left unsaid, wouldn’t you agree?”

“i prefer clarity. unsaid things tend to lead to misunderstandings."  now, you could see the entirety of her figure, dressed in loose, black slacks and a black buttoned shirt. her poorly concealed pistol outlined on her waist. "misunderstandings that usually involve guns."

"always so practical," she sighed, a hint of amusement in her voice. "where's the romance, y/n?" she let her hand drift towards the neckline of her shirt, a deliberate, slow movement. "or are you too busy being efficient?"

"efficient keeps me alive," you retorted, "and speaking of efficiency, you still haven’t answered my question. why are you here, irene? let's cut the pleasantries."

"pleasantries? she chuckled, a low, throaty sound. "i thought we were just getting started." she rose from the couch, closing the distance between you. "but if you insist. i came with good intentions, but i heard you had a little assignment."

"how long have you been here?" you raised an eyebrow, your eyes narrowing. 

"long enough,” she tilted her head, feigning innocence. "it sounded like an important job."

you remained silent, avoiding her gaze. you weren't going to discuss your work with her, especially not in the middle of her uninvited intrusion.

"oh, come on," irene chuckled, taking a step closer.

"don't be so secretive. it’s not like i'm not going to steal your targets."

"i'm not sure i believe that," you said, raising an eyebrow. "you're known for your persuasive methods."

irene smirked, her eyes lingering on your lips. "perhaps i am, but today, i'm more interested in other methods of persuasion."

she moved closer, her hand brushing against your arm.

you felt a shiver run down your spine, not from fear, but from something else entirely. the mere lust that coaxed her voice. 

“since i saw you that day, you looked so fucking good.” her breath falling against your face. “it was my first time seeing someone so captivating.” 

"captivating enough to break in?" you managed to escape from the counter, walking back to the couch. irene almost on top of you from how close she followed you. 

"captivating enough to rewrite the rules," irene murmured, her voice a low rumble as she closed the remaining distance. "and breaking in," she added, her hand lightly brushing against your hip, "was just the opening act." she settled onto the couch beside you, the close proximity sending a wave of heat through your body.

"you know," she continued, her eyes never leaving yours, "i usually prefer a more civilized approach, but something about you makes me want to throw caution to the wind." you shifted slightly, trying to create some space, but irene mirrored your movement, maintaining the close contact.

 "don't tell me you're nervous," she teased, a playful smirk curving her lips. "i thought you were the type who thrived on a little danger."

"danger is one thing," you replied, your voice steady despite the rapid beating of your heart. "unpredictability is another."

"unpredictability is where the fun lies," she countered, her hand once again tracing the line of your jaw. "you never know what's going to happen next." she leaned closer, her breath warm against your ear. "and with me," she whispered, "anything can happen."

her hand slid down to your neck, her fingers lightly massaging the tense muscles. "you're so tense," she murmured, her voice laced with amusement. "relax, y/n. i won’t bite."

her fingers moved lower, tracing the curve of your collarbone. "unless you want me to." she added, her voice a low, seductive purr. 

the air crackled with unspoken tension. you could feel the heat radiating from her body, the intensity of her gaze. it was a dangerous game she was playing, and you found yourself strangely drawn to it.

"you're very sure of yourself," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

"i'm sure of what i want," she replied, her eyes locking with yours. "and what i want is you."

“i’m right in front of you, aren’t i?”

you weren’t sure if this game was going to end well. maybe, you would end up dead. maybe, she would end up dead. you hoped for the latter, as it would make your job easier, but the former would be much worse. it’s no use to deny her game, you were just as competitive now as you were seeing her all those months ago. 

she shifted, the soft velvet of the couch cushions rustled with movement. “yes,” she breathed, her gaze tracing the lines of your face, the curve of your neck. "you are, but being this close isn’t enough. i want you closer."

her hand moved, not reaching for you directly, but resting lightly on the cushion between you. a subtle barrier to emphasize the space she wanted to close. 

“i want your attention,” she said, her voice low and smooth, “your complete surrender.” she leaned in, her shoulder brushing up against yours. the warmth of her body radiating through the thin robe that dressed your body. “i want you to forget our occupations, forget the world outside this room, forget everything, but this moment.” her fingers inched closer to your thigh, the subtle movement asking for permission.

“and what exactly does ‘this moment’ entail, irene?” you asked, your voice low and steady, matching her seductive tone. “i feel like we might have different interpretations.”

a slow smile spread across the woman’s face, a hint of amusement dancing in her eyes. “i think we understand each other perfectly,” her fingers finally brushed against yours with a teasing touch, “it entails a little discovery. a little give and take?” 

“give and take?” you intertwined your fingers with hers, “i’m open to fair exchange, but i’m not one to give without a little something in return.” 

“and what exactly do you want in return?” she asked with a low whisper, eyes locking with yours. 

“the truth,” your grip tightened on her hand, “the real reason you’re here, and then perhaps we can discuss some form of compensation.” 

her smile widened, a flash of white teeth in the dim, warm light. “the truth?” she repeated. “such a simple request, but the truth is what i told you.”

“and you’re still sticking to that lie?”

“like i said, give and take.” she leaned closer, her breath warm against your ear. “i give you the best fuck of your life,” hand trailing up your arm, “and you take it just like i give it.”

“what makes you so sure you’re capable of delivering? you countered, “i’ve had my share of good fucks.” 

“good? just good?” she repeated, “darling, i’m not aiming for good. i’m aiming for unforgettable. the type of unforgettable that rewrites your definition of pleasure.” 

her hand that had been tracing up your arm, now made its way to the back of your neck, gently massaging your tense muscles. 

"i'm talking about a symphony of sensations," she whispered, her voice husky. "a crescendo of desire. a masterpiece."

she leaned back slightly, her gaze intense and unwavering. "i'm talking about the kind of connection that transcends the physical. the kind that leaves you breathless, begging for more."

"you’re so full of yourself, irene." you said, your voice laced with skepticism. 

her hand slid down to your chest, her fingers tracing the outline of your heartbeat. "i know how to find the places that make you ache. the places that make you tremble. and i know how to bring you to the edge of ecstasy, and then push you over."

you hesitated for a moment, the air thick with unspoken desire. “and what if i say no?” you asked, voice barely above a whisper. 

“then i’ll have to simply convince you,” she leaned in closer, the scent of her perfume, a heady mix of spice and something musky, filling your senses. her breath was warm against your lips. “and i have a feeling you won’t say no.”

her hand moved to cup your cheek, her fingers gently tracing the line of your jaw. then, her lips were on yours. the kiss started slow, tentative, a gentle exploration of uncharted territory. her lips were soft and warm, and the taste of her was intoxicating. you felt a jolt of electricity surge through your body, a mixture of desire and anticipation. 

the kiss deepened, becoming more passionate. her hand moved from your cheek down to the knot that tied your robe. you responded in kind, your own hands finding their way to the belt secured her slacks to her waist. the world around you faded away, and all that existed was the two of you, locked in a passionate embrace. 

her fingers loosened the knot with ease. The silken fabric of your robe parted, revealing your bare skin underneath. a soft gasp escaped your lips as her touch grew bolder, her hand sliding across your stomach, sending shivers down your spine. 

“you feel incredible.” she murmured against your lips. 

your own fingers fumbled with the buckle of her belt, the cool metal contrasting from your warm hands. with a soft click, the belt loosened, and you felt the fabric of her slacks give away slightly. 

“so do you.” your hand slipped to her crouch. “oh?” you felt her bulge practically bursting from her pants. “i didn’t expect..”

“didn’t expect what? this?” her hand grasped your wrist, her fingers tightening. “you think you’re the only one with surprises?” she whispered, voice laced with a playful challenge.

you chuckled softly, a low rumble in your chest. “and what if i want ‘this’?” your fingers pressed lightly against her through the fabric. 

“then,” she said, her eyes darkening with desire, “i’ll give you exactly that.” 

she shifted, her body pressing closer to yours, tension intensifying. “but first, i think we need to get rid of distractions.”

with a swift movement, she parted the robe letting it fall off completely. her gaze swept over your now bare body. “beautiful, every inch of you.” 

“now, your turn.” you started to unbutton her shirt, taking your sweet time. as each button came undone, revealing more of her body, anticipation grew with energy crackling through the air. 

her shirt fell open, with the last button undone. the toned abs of her stomach and firm breasts presented in front of you. 

“impressed?” irene flashed you a quick smirk. 

“more than impressed. intrigued.” you said tracing the lines in her abdomen. she gasped from the way your hand moved up to her breasts. your gaze lingered, admiring the sight before you. her eyes darkened and a low moan escaped her lips. you watched as she folded from the mere toying of her nipples between your fingers. you leaned in and placed a kiss on her lips, “mine.”

“and you’re mine.” she uttered with a breathy voice. 

“tell me what do you want?”

“i want everything, i want you, i want this.” with this, she pushed you gently back against the couch. you followed her lead, body molding against hers. her hands moved to feel the curves of your body. your own hands equally busy, exploring her toned, smooth back. 

you two practically humping each other, moaning in unison. irene started to move lower. marking your neck with hickeys, groping your tits with need. her teeth grazed your collarbone, eliciting a moan from your mouth. 

“you really like to take your time huh.” 

irene chuckled at your words, “perfection takes time.” she said just before wrapping her mouth around your nipple. licking and sucking like she’d never had anything in her mouth before. 

ravenous, hungry, she knows how to make a woman feel good. your hand found its way into her hair, urging her desperate mouth. she swiftly engulfed the other nipple into her mouth, giving it equal pleasure as the other. her hands pulling at your torso, trying to bring you impossibly closer. 

“you’re so greedy,” you followed with a chuckle, “is this how you treat all your targets?” the word made irene stop her motions and give you a questionable look. 

“targets?” 

you gave her a raised eyebrow in return for her repetitiveness. 

“baby, if i were here to kill you, i would’ve done it already.” she didn’t give anymore to the topic quickly moving to your torso, splattering kisses all over, leaving no place without a kiss. you didn’t care that brushed over the conversation, you just wanted her to make you feel good, faster. 

her strong hands guided your legs apart, her eyes holding yours captive. tongue trailing from your navel to your mound leaving a wet, shimmering path. the warmth of her breath ghosting over your most sensitive skin, sending pure pleasure through your body. gathering the wetness from your sopping hole, her thumb brushed over your clit. 

a sharp pant escaped your lips, your body arching, the touch sending a jolt through your core. her thumb continued motioning in circles, pressing, building pressure with each movement. her mouth kissed the inside of your thighs, tongue gliding across your slick skin. the muscle flicking across your inner folds, opening to get a mouthful of your delicious pussy. once she started, she couldn’t stop. 

she devoured you like she knew you to the core. her eyes focused on your hazy lids, watching while she patterned over your bud. you looked so beautiful over her, it fueled her. your hand shoved her face deeper into your pussy and she didn’t mind one bit. you were making such a mess all over your face and she still kept her pace, ravaging you. 

“still figuring me out?” 

“thoroughly,” she murmured against you, only stopping to utter the words. 

“maybe, you need to figure out more.” 

“more?” she echoed, her eyes gleaming with amusement. 

“is that a problem?” your fingers tightened in her hair. 

“not at all.” she said as her mouth left your flesh. she paused, her gaze flickering something predatory. moving her body over yours, tantalizing her weight on you. her hand, slick and warm, traced a path from your hip to your inner thighs. 

her fingers slid between your folds. one just to open you up. the single finger lingered, a subtle pressure, as she leaned down, her breath warm against her ear. your hips buckled into the feel, so needy for more. you couldn’t help but to groan. 

her thumb brushed against your clit, adding to the euphoria. “such a sensitive little thing.” she said just before dipping her mouth into your neck, running her tongue over the marks she gave to you earlier. “do you like that?”

you could only nod, your breath coming in ragged gasps. she nipped at your neck, her teeth grazing at your skin. “good.” she purred, her finger steady at your entrance, thumb still rhythmic. 

“more.”

“more?” 

“i need more, irene.” you turned your head, coming face to face with the beautiful woman in front of you. your breaths clashing against each other. one hand cupped her chin, the other going down to her wrist. you forced her to isolate two of her fingers just to shove them in your hole. 

you pulled her lips to yours, shoving your tongue in her mouth, exploring. the girl took it upon herself to start ramming her fingers into your hole. the sudden raw pleasure made you feel so good. the kissing being the only thing keep you from screaming, but even then you can’t contain yourself moaning into her mouth. sweat started to bead from your forehead, you pulled away from her. it was too much. you asked for more, but oh how much more could you take?

your hole was practically choking irene’s fingers, but she was so good with the way she used them. she looked at you, admiring the sight in front of her eyes; tears forming at the corner of your eyes, mouth gaping open, the vein in your neck popping out from just her two digits. 

“you’re making me need you even more, baby.” no reply came from your mouth, she figured she might push you over the edge too soon, making her pull them out abruptly. after taking a second to catch your breath, you faced her. no words exchanged, just a mere smirk from irene as she dragged her fingers slowly towards your mouth. instinctively, you took the digits, without hesitation. tongue splitting between the two of them, studying the look in her eyes. lust. 

you wanted to show her as love as she showed you, pulling the fingers out of your mouth, you fully moved away from the spot you occupied. irene raised an eyebrow, trying to figure out your next move.

“stand up, silly.” 

“such a demanding lady,” she said standing up without a second thought. you admired her from head to waist. hair disheveled, lips swollen, tits peeking from just behind her open shirt. your attention set on the gun loosely hanging from irene’s waistband. she noticed, pulling it out to inspect for both of you to see. 

“nice isn’t it?” the gun was fitting for a person like her. black chrome finish with a golden “I” engraved on the barrel. 

“very,” your hands found their way to the button, and with a swift motion, it was undone. “is it new?”

“eh, somewhat. old one kept stovepiping on me, dangerous for missing a shot. that is if i ever missed a shot, you know?” her and that stupid fucking smirk. she twirled the gun in her hand, the movement fluid and practiced. “custom job, personalized. just like me.” she held the gun out, offering it to you. “wanna try it?”

the weight of the weapon in her hand, the casual way she displayed it, you questioned yourself. maybe, she wasn’t there to kill you or was she trying to throw you off?

“what’s the ‘I’ for?” you asked, ignoring her offer and keeping your eyes locked on the gun. 

“irene, of course. it’s like a signature.” zipper undone now. a yank revealed the tight, black briefs encasing her cock. big. not surprising from her ego. your hand could even pull at the waistband. “uh, uh, uh.” irene stopped you. “open your pretty mouth.” 

you stammered, “what?”

“open,” she demanded, “i won’t ask a third time.”

you felt something. scared? oh, no. this was different. thrill, desire, hunger almost. the turn of irene’s demeanor was intoxicating. the power she exuded, the blatant commanding, stirred something within you and you loved it. keeping eye contact, your mouth slowly fell open. usually, it was you behind the gun, pulling the trigger. now, you were in front of it, on your knees, on your couch, in your own penthouse, in front of your rival. the question that still remained, would she pull the trigger?

two of her fingers pulled at your tongue, she placed the cold steel in your mouth. the metallic taste seeping through your tastebuds, she eased it into your mouth. 

“now, suck.” 

the feel of the cold metal inside your mouth was a stark contrast to the heat that pulsed between your legs. the texture was strange and unfamiliar. her fingers moved, guiding the gun, controlling the rhythm, the depth. she watched you, her eyes dark and intense. 

“good girl,” she murmured, voice laced with dark amusement. “just like that.” 

she increased her pace, her hand moving faster, pushing the gun deeper into your throat. you gagged slightly, but she held you firm. she was having such a good time watching as the saliva-covered firearm entered in and out of the hole, watching every flicker of emotion, every shudder. 

clearly not entertained enough, she left the barrel in your throat, watching as you gagged, struggled, clawed at the couch cushion. your eyes watered and your breath hitched in ragged gasps. 

“such a pretty struggle,” voice still dark, “almost pathetic.” she leaned closer, her breath warm against your ear. “but don’t worry,” she whispered, “i won’t let you struggle any longer. at least, not like this.” 

she paused, letting the tension build. letting you writhe in discomfort. then, with a slow, deliberate movement, she pulled the gun out, a thin strand of saliva connected the barrel to your lips. 

“there,” she moved back to her stance over you, “better?” 

your throat almost raw, you couldn’t speak, only managing to nod. 

“good,” her eyes scanned your face, “because i’m not finished yet.” she reached over, placing the gun next to your phone. . 

the absence of the steel in your mouth did little to ease the tension that still crackled between you, irene could solve that in a second. her hand snaked around the back of your neck, pulling your head forward, straight in her bulge. controlling every which way your head moved, she was just teasing you. clothed cock rubbing all over your face, you were getting desperate. desperate to have irene’s cock down your throat, choking you, making you take it.     

the friction, even through the fabric, made you pool beneath yourself. her scent filled your sense, making your mouth water. you wanted more, you needed more. 

“patience.” she said lowly. 

“i can’t wait anymore,” your hands came up from the couch, hooking into the briefs. “i need it.” you tugged, desperate to feel the heat of her skin against her lips. 

“greedy.” helping you, she dragged the briefs to the floor. “now take what you want.” 

the sight of her, so exposed, so sexy, so big. her bronze cock, hard and pulsing, right in front of your face. you felt your mouth water at the sight of the precum oozing from the tip.  without a second thought, you lapped it up, your tongue swirling around the head of her cock, teasing the sensitive skin with soft flicks. 

“fuck,” curses spilled from irene’s mouth. 

you continued to tease her, your tongue dancing around the head of her cock, tracing the ridge of the glans, and dipping into the slit. the girl threw her head back from the sensation, moaning so softly. 

you took your time, savoring the taste of her precum, and the feel of her cock against your tongue. you licked and teased patterns, making her squirm with pleasure. tongue dipping down to the base, tracing the vein that ran along the underside. irene’s hands were clenched into fists, trying her hardest to enjoy the teasing and resist ramming herself down your throat. you noticed the tension building in her body, eyes shut tight, the muscles in her thighs, stomach tightening, and her nipples hardening into stiff peaks. 

there was no urgency from you. you had a feeling she would eventually give in and use you as she pleased. her lids fluttered open, eyes locking with yours. you could see the desperation peaking, and then, in a flash of movement, irene’s control snapped. she reached down, her hands grasped your head, pulling you forward. you felt a rush of excitement as her cock thrusted deep into your mouth.

the rhythm of her hips was fast and erratic. your mouth was stretched wide, your tongue extended, as you tried to accommodate her length. her hands now clenched in your hair, holding you in place, as she fucked your mouth with abandon. her hips moved faster, cock pulsating with need. 

“god, y/n,” she said with a sharp gasp. “your mouth is like heaven.” tears fell from your eyes as she roughly lost herself within you. the intensity was exhilarating, but she knew she had to stop. she couldn’t just cum down your throat and be finished, that would defeat her entire purpose of being there. she gave one last thrust before pulling out of your mouth, cock covered with your saliva. your lips were swollen, eyes just a smidge puffy from your tears, breath ragged, and you looked damned good to irene. 

“pretty girl,” she said, pulling a smile out of you. “you know i’m not finished with you.” 

“i wouldn’t dare to think you were. besides,”  you reached between your thighs, displaying the wetness on your fingers. “you still have a little problem to take care of.”

she leaned closer, “and how do you propose we solve this problem, baby?”

you shifted off your knees onto your ass, spreading your legs, signaling for the girl to make her move. she recognized the unspoken plea, the complete surrender in your gesture. 

a low growl rumbled in her throat as she moved in closer, her gaze fixed on your glistening folds. she knelt between your legs, thighs brushing against yours. she placed kisses all over your neck, giving occasional nibbles. your hand navigated between the two of you to stroke her cock. the friction of your hand sent tremors through her. 

you angled her, pressing the head of her cock firmly against your entrance, pulling a soft moan from your throat. the slick acted as lubricant to ease the way. her lips finally found their way to yours, her teeth taking a chance to bite your bottom lip. 

she pulled back slightly, “do i need to do it myself?” she was getting impatient, you could hear it in her tone. you were tempted to test her, so you gave no response, just staring into her eyes. steadily teasing your hole with the firm pressure of her tip, a flicker of annoyance crossed irene’s face. 

“silence is a risky game.” her eyes were dark and intense. she had no intentions of toying around with you anymore. “if you won’t say anything,” she swatted your hand away, “then i’ll just do it myself.” 

she pushed forward, the head of her shaft sliding inside you. you gasped as the unfamiliar fullness began to fill you. your hands found their way up irene’s back. the warmth of her skin, the taut muscles beneath your fingertips, a strange sense of grounding. as she pushed deeper, the fullness inside you intensified, stretching you to your limits. 

“fuck..”

her hips moved slowly, giving you a chance to acclimate once she was fully inside. the girl’s face contorted into relief, finally relieving the ache that was torturing her. she remained still for a moment, savoring the feeling of being buried deep inside you. then, with a paced rocking of her hips, she fucked you. starting slow, a gentle push and pull to adjust to the rhythm. 

you pulled her closer with need, want. tracing from her jawline to her with your tongue, nipping at her ear. it was the perfect opportunity for irene to get what she wanted, to make you hers. her cock slammed at your hole like there was no tomorrow, each thrust eliciting a moan from you and she loved it. 

“rene, please..” a hmm emerged from her lips, too lost in your walls to respond properly. “rene..” you repeated, voice full of desperation. your hands clawed at her back, surely marking up her skin. she pulled you closer, trying to keep herself inside you. she increased the tempo, her thrusts becoming harder, deeper, faster. the room filled with the sounds of your ragged breaths, her low groans, the wet slapping of skin against skin. 

“you feel so fucking good,” you clenched at her words, “my good fucking girl.” you were on edge. she was on edge. 

“inside me,” you begged, “cum inside me, please.” 

irene continued, only now her hips were frantic. your words sparked her drive. a few curses spilled from her mouth alongside yours. “i’m gonna cum, baby,” with a final thrust, she buried herself deep inside of you, her body tensing as she unleashed her orgasm. a raw, guttural groan ripped through her throat, a sound of pure pleasure. she shuddered, her cock pulsing a thick, warm load inside you. 

the sensation of her coming inside you was overwhelming, a wave that spread through your core, triggering your own release. you cried out, your body convulsing, your muscles clenching around her, milking her for every last drop.

you clung to each other, breaths still ragged. her face was buried in your neck, yours rested opposite of hers. irene groaned, her body just as weak as yours. for a long moment, neither of you moved, just savoring the feeling of each other, until you broke the silence. 

“so, why are you really here?” 

irene rolled her eyes, “is this your way of aftercare? if so we won’t be doing this again!”

you let out a small chuckle, “no, but i thought you were here to kill me.” the girl lifted her head to face. 

“i told you already if i wanted to do kill you, i would’ve done it already. plus, i have no reason to kill you.”

“no contract?”

“no, y/n,” she brought her hand to caress your face, “no contract. i promise.”

“now, we’re making promises? are we a couple or something?”

“i mean..” she said with a quick shoulder shrug. you had a feeling she wasn’t kidding, but before you could even say anything, your phone buzzed beside the both of you. 

“oh, can you hand my phone?” irene followed through with the request, but not before holding the device in the air, out of your reach. 

“kiss me for it!”

“what a cheesy lady you are.” you said before pecking her on the lips. she brought the phone to your face. 

“for you, my lady.”

“thank you, my lady.” you smiled. 

you turned your attention away from irene to your phone, turning the screen on with the power button. there was a message with a few attachments. 

the first time, you and the rest of the members were sitting in one of the meeting rooms to preview your new comeback. you were all seated at the window end of the table. karina at the tailend, ningning and giselle on the left side, you and winter with her on the far end on the right side. the managers were running a little later than expected. different topics arose as you all talked amongst each other; shopping trips, favorite tour stops, things of such. 

winter chimed in occasionally, but it was mostly just the four of you talking. it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, you understood sometimes people just don’t feel like talking. no big deal, of course, but this was a little different. 

her words were…needy. breathy. she kept dropping her head as if she was hiding her face. you couldn’t help but notice the grip she had on the seat of the chair. it was tight, tight enough that her hands were visibly red. her legs almost tied together from the way she crossed them. you thought something was wrong with the girl, why was she doing such things?

“unnie?” you dipped your head lower to be leveled with hers. 

“huh?” winters’ head rose, her eyes teary, face entirely red, a little sweat beaded on her forehead. 

“are you ok?” you reached for her thigh, just to console her in case. as soon as your hand made contact, she flinched, letting out a short breath. 

“umhum…” 

after that you decided not to bother her anymore and just continue conversing with the other members.  this wasn’t the last time though, seeing her like this. it happened again in other meetings, while you all were out eating, in the studio recording sessions. but one day, you had seen enough. you had to confront her. 

by then, it was time to practice the new choreography. everyone showed up on time and went through the practice. over and over and over and over and over again until finally it was flawless. you and the members still wanted to practice it a bit more alone, so everyone else left. you all sprawled out on the floor after everyone left to finally catch your breath and let out a laugh. a simple utter of the word “coffee” made everyone perk up, but the thought of having to actually go get it made you guys all groan. 

best of three, for two members to go…rock, paper, scissors, shoot!

sore losers ningning and karina had to go on the unfortunate journey of getting coffee, but luckily for you, giselle wanted to tag along anyway. now, it was just you and winter. perfect. you  distracted yourself for a minute, pulling your phone out of your pocket to doomscroll. you had to wait for the perfect time, for her move. 

some few minutes later, you looked in the mirror to see winter moving to the couch. just as you suspected, she crossed her legs. you got up from the floor and move to the opposite end of the couch, not too far from her. now your plan? it was stupid, very stupid…your plan was to get winter into your lap at any expense with any strategy. 

“unnie?” you said with a big smile. 

winter couldn’t help but to smile back at your pretty face, “yes y/n-ie?”

“how do you think i would look with bangs?” your fingers fringed through the front of your hair, folding and manipulating a silhouette of bangs. you turned to face winter with a questionable look. 

she started to crawl over very carefully, getting close to your face to admire the alteration. 

“i think you’d look good!” 

“i thought so too!” your hands still ruffled through your hair as you continued. “i think i might need a scalp treatment first, i can’t really tell…” 

“hmmmm,” winter tried to get a closer look but the angle was too restricting. “i can’t really tell either.” you slapped your hands on your thighs, signaling for her to sit. she was clearly hesitant at first, but with the help of a little pout, she was straddling your lap within a few seconds. 

“head down, please!” you clasped your hands around her back and held your head down just as she instructed. her fingers layered through your hair, scanning your scalp. 

“well, i don’t think you necessarily need a treatment, but if you still want one, get it!” she fixed your hair back to its original style before poking your cheek. “so cute, y/n-ie.”

“unnie?”

“hmm?”

“are you feeling ok these days?”

the sudden change in topic made winter's head tilted in confusion, “what do you mean?”

“well, you seem a little weird some days,” you gave her a half-frown, “is there something wrong?”

“i don’t know exactly what you’re talking about, but i’m fine, cutie!” she placed her hands on your cheeks and squeezed.

you could see right through the lie, it say right there between you two almost. quite, but obviously building up. 

“are you sure?” you took the opportunity to shift her down onto one of your thighs. her breath hitched, face halfway to red already. your hands fell to her thighs. “unnie?”

winter wouldn’t dare to move. the tiniest shift and she knew she would spill all over your lap. 

“i know what you like doing, unnie,” a finger lifted winter’s chin so she was looking directly at you. you’re face inching closer to hers, almost touching. “holding your piss?”

winter was too ashamed to even admit, but she didn’t need to. the look on her face said it all. you didn’t have time to play games, nor did winter. 

“the others will be back soon,” you pulled the girl closer to you, stimulating her more than she would have liked. “you want them to see us like this?” 

“please, don’t tell them.” 

“i won’t,” hand gracing her face and tucking the loose hairs behind her ear. “but, you have to do something for me.” not something winter wanted to hear, but she thought it was better than the other members knowing.

“what?”

“use me.” the only way winter could get out of this was to just do what she was told. it was just a little piss right?

you didn’t wait for her reply. your finger traced the waistband of winter’s sweatpants, dropping inside her panties. so wet from just teasing, a surprise she hadn’t made a mess on you already. 

her hips grinding against your hand. “we can’t do this..”

“we can stop if you want to,” hips still going at a steady pace, not stopping for a split second. “just as i thought. besides, unnie, i think you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” 

assuring groans emitted from the older’s mouth, raspy and needy. she needed this, needed you. her head fell on your shoulder, mouth just near your ear. your fingers grazed her pussy so softly, she couldn’t but to moan louder. it was like music to your ears. you pulled at winter’s shirt with your free hand. 

“take it off, unnie.” not a second to spare, the shirt was on the floor. “this, too.” you pulled down the strap of her bra, letting her handle the rest. 

your tongue made its way to her chest, licking around her stiff nipples. your fingers sped up between her legs, winter getting more sensitive with each stroke. you were going too easy on her. your middle and ring finger plunged into her hole, pounding away. poor thing was about to collapse from the pleasure. 

“i can’t take it…” looking at her face revealed the tears dripping from her eyes. 

“you can,” fingers now pounding at an impossible rate, “you will, unnie.” as soon as those words left your mouth, winter grasped your wrist to stop you. 

“i really can’t, y/n-ie…” 

you flashed a fake pout towards the girl, only to shift her position towards the vast mirror in front of you both. her legs clasped together, trying to avert any accidents. without a word, you once again hurried your hand down her pants, forcing her legs open and plunging your fingers into her ruined hole. 

“take it or i’ll tell the others,” your hand gripped her hair, ear more leveled with your mouth, “how much you love holding your piss,” your teeth nipped at her earlobe, “and how much you loved letting me take care of it.” 

winter really couldn’t take it anymore. your words, your fingers, all too much together. her moans were loud enough for anyone on the same floor as you to hear. there was no use in shutting her up, she looked too good. looking in the mirror, her mouth gaped open, chest heaving as fast as it could, such a pretty girl. too overwhelmed, the girl finally let go. you felt it squirting all over your palm, not stopping your motions even for a second. you watch as the middle of her pants grew darker, feeling the warmth flood through your own pants.  winter tried to close her legs, but you forced her to keep them open. 

“such a good puppy.” the name made her clench around you. 

“y/n-ie…” without giving you a chance to answer, she embraced your lips with hers. mouths moving in sync as your tongues locked. fingers still vigorously pounding the mess between her legs, making winter whimper ever so often. you broke the kiss first just to admire the scene.

winter was too caught up to realize how much time had passed. as did you almost, until you heard the faintest of familiar giggles.