saint

the studio lights were turned off, you were given the mundane task of closing though you couldn’t help but wander for just a moment. 

or what was supposed to be for just a moment. 

you raised your head, chest rising and falling with every tired breath that escaped. you had watched through the connecting window— all week, just for fun. 

it felt good to move your body, sitting in a desk all day was starting to drive you insane. 

slowly but surely. 

you'd walked down the darkened hallway an hour ago. the dim studio lights had been turned on that same hour, and you'd been rehearsing this combo for what felt like eight, despite it all being done within the same hour. 

time felt restricted— like a nonexistent piece of reality that you kept returning back to every time you focused on the irritating clicks coming from the analog clock behind you. 

you reached down to grab your things, pausing when you heard heels clicking behind you— impatient little taps. you saw her in the mirror first, the last woman you thought you'd be seeing. 

mrs. avanzini. 

“i’m so sorry, really. i should’ve closed like an hour ago i know. i know, i’m sorry.” you tried to hurry out but daniela wasn’t having any of it. “where are you going?”

your mouth parted just barely, “i was leaving,” 

her lips curved upwards, full and red, taking your attention instead. she was undeniably stunning, her beauty ethereal and completely hypnotizing.

“you can’t just break the rules and see yourself out, that's not how it works sweetheart.” 

she entered into the room, red heels snapping with every touch on the hardwood floors, the woman shrugged off her white faux fur coat, adjusting it on the one chair that sat in the room. her shoulders were smooth, perfectly curved, a pretty sight to see— your eyes followed the dips and sculpted lines, only to be taken away by an unmistakable sound.

she cleared her throat, as if to tell you she had noticed that you were distracted. 

“come here,” she tutted, her finger motioning you over. 

“you cannot wander into rooms that are supposed to be locked.” 

you nodded frantically, a weight locking down on your shoulders— you couldn't lose the job. you only had one, and you weren't ready to let it go. 

“yes,” 

she smiled again, those same full, red lips tilting up. “yes?”

you weren’t sure what you were saying yourself 

yes?

“i’m leaving, i didn’t mean to break any rules,” 

daniela’s nails tapped against the barre, “and who is going to clean up your mess?”

“what mess?”

“though it looks clean, you just dirtied the floor up again, clean it.” 

you rolled your eyes, arms reaching for the damp mop in the corner and body exerting unnecessary pressure to run the tussled tool over the floor once again— forward strokes, up and down, wetting the wood. 

daniela smiled, now pleased “the eye roll wasn’t necessary,” 

“neither are the constant demands,”

you passed by daniela, dropping the mop back in its designated corner. 

her hand caught your wrist, pulling you back— back now pressed against the sleek wooden barre 

“careful,” daniela muttered, her breath tepid against your face as she closed the gap still wedged between you both. she didn’t remove her grip, no, she positioned your wrist next to you gently— pinning it to the barre just as your back was, her gaze almost piercing. 

your heart began to beat faster. 

“you seem so bold for someone stepping over rules.” 

you parted your lips, words on the tip of your tongue waiting— wanting— to come out, but no reply left. your words were swallowed back down, though you could barely focus on words anyway, not when daniela was inching in even closer, willfully cramming your space. 

the tempting feel of her body nearly pressing against yours was why you couldn’t think. you followed her line of sight to your lips, the insubordination you once had a second ago drifted into a keen, dire ache. 

you didn’t want to go against her sudden demands. what you wanted was for the woman in front of you to wreck whatever remaining composure you thought you had left. 

entirely. 

melting into the heat between you two, your voice lowered to a softer tone, “then put me in my place, ruin me.” 

she wouldn't. that’s what you had been leading with. 

daniela grinned, a dim, appeased shift of her lips that told you she had won the match you two were having. “you'll have to show me how much you want it.” she insisted, her voice a tone of seduction you'd never heard before. 

then, she pressed her lips against yours. 

it wasn’t something soft. her kiss was a violent stroke of ardent claim that swallowed your surprised gasps. 

her hand grabbed onto your neck gently, every move made to inundate, sinking you to your knees until she could no longer keep her lips on yours. 

now you were looking up at her, out of breath and in her control. 

you stayed on all fours, sitting on your knees with your body pushed forward, weight being carried on your arms which were holding you up. daniela got behind you, leaning down to meet ruined panties, the soaked pink lace catching her eye under a skirt that barely covered anything. she moved her finger under them, stretching them out to snap them back. the sound straightened you up, though just barely. your eyes met hers in the floor length mirrors, lips parted and heart racing. 

“already?” daniela laughed, standing back up fully, her hand moving to settle against her hip. “god you’re so useless,” she moved in closer, crouching down next to you once again, “but futility looks good on you.” her words weren’t helping the problem in between your legs, and she seemed to catch on pretty quickly. 

“who would’ve thought.” the woman moved back up, her hands running along her ruby red dress— the one that accentuated her curves, the one that showed off her lithe figure just right, and the one you couldn’t get your eyes off of. “get up,”

realistically, you weren’t even supposed to be in this studio, you’d watched enough and your intention wasn’t to show off, you were just a receptionist after all. 

and though daniela owned the entire thing, she never came to pay visits, or just check in on things, she purely existed for the sake of it— she was a name, not an in person visualization. 

though having her next to you, and seeing her as she was, was something incredible, she was more than gorgeous. 

you stood up from the floor, keeping silent because you had nothing else to say to her. 

“show me again,” she demanded, gesturing for you to repeat yourself, and what you had been doing before she stepped in. 

the hesitation only remained for a moment, then you were swiftly moving your body— slow, sensual motions, your body rolling ever so slightly while her eyes stayed put on you. 

finally, you bent forward and daniela's hands took their place on your lower back, pushing you a little further. “and what do you do?”

you swallowed hard, “i just answer calls behind a desk here, really nothing.”

daniela nodded once, taking in your words. 

“it's daniela, right?” 

“mrs. avanzini,” she corrected, though you only took attention to the ‘mrs.’ 

so she was married. 

you held onto the ballet barre, daniela’s high heeled foot pushing in between your legs, she lightly kicked your right leg open, before using her heel to do the same to your left. 

“and your husband?” 

daniela chuckled sensually, “my husband,” her hands slid over your waist, body bending forward, over yours. “is having fun with the woman next door.” 

the reality hit right then— daniela avanzini didn't care about technicalities, because technically he was already nothing to her. 

“what i do here is nobody’s business,” she smiled and moved back. “wider,” 

“what?” you looked back at her from over your shoulder, brows furrowing in confusion. 

“your legs,” she paused. “spread them wider,” 

you looked over your shoulder again, before opening up your legs even more— body spread out to the woman behind you. 

you weren’t sure what came over you, but you knew you wanted this.  

“touch me,” you whispered, on the verge of begging further. you had a feeling that your list of planned pleads wouldn’t be enough.

daniela paused, she could've argued, though she had a better idea. 

her two fingers reached to feel over your panties, rubbing the pads of her fingertips over the damp pink fabric, feeling the wetness seep through 

your lips parted slightly, fingers tightening against the wood. 

daniela indulged a little further than she intended— fingers glued to slick panties, her added pressure only making you squirm. “it’s pathetic how easy you are, don't you think so?”

you swallowed hard, “yes. god, yes. i know.”

“a slut who’s so desperate she's already soaked through,” 

you were about to lose it, composure was a strong feeling and you were lacking strength 

“since you can't seem to contain yourself, why don’t i let you do it alone.” 

you let out a shaky breath, “okay,” you looked into her eyes, though hers weren't staring back into yours, she was looking down at her red polished heels. 

you were racking your brain for what she wanted you to do, realization flooding in embarrassingly fast. you slowly lowered, getting onto your knees but instead of situating yourself onto the floor, you sat on one red heel. daniela looked down, “what're you waiting for?”

you leaned back, palms flat on the floor and keeping your body up— your lower half picking up its pace, panties scuffing against satin.

you let out a soft moan, the fabric snagging on your clit with every brush against her heel. daniela watched you come undone, “are you that much of a slut that you’re already losing it? just from this?” she tutted as soon as you rocked your hips faster, “god you're so impatient. do i need to give you a lesson on how to slow down?” 

you shook your head, your cunt a throbbing mess against her heel

“no, please i’m slowing down.” 

she seemed satisfied by your whines, “are you now?”

“yes,” your hips slowed against the red pump, you had a feeling she would have to recondition them

you could barely look up at her, god it was so demeaning

“aww, sweetheart look at how pathetic you are, getting off on your own, hm?”

you agreed, fingers bending as if about to turn into fists. you shifted against her again, the lace rubbing against your clit just right. 

“uh huh, yea— i am, oh my god,” your words hurried out, your mind completely blank. 

“poor thing, you look so tired. working hard just to finish on your own?” 

you nodded, “i know, fuck.” you whined, sounds coming out in a disorderly manner. 

you could feel it— you knew you were close, you could barely find the words to tell her. 

the feeling built down low and you knew it couldn't be held back, you looked up at the woman, “i’m close,”

her smile only widened, “and?” 

you looked back down, “sorry,” your hips shifted again, loud whines leaving your parted lips. your climax hit, a mess dripping down your inner thighs— soaking your skin and her heel, a mess that you'd made all alone. 

you panted softly, completely spent. daniela stepped back, gesturing her head toward the floor length mirrors. 

you sat in front of one, watching her move in closer from behind. daniela crouched down whilst holding onto your jaw firmly, fingers holding your face in place, “you’re going to watch yourself come undone, and you’re going to enjoy every second of it.” her lips found your cheek, red lipstick stamping onto your skin.

her mouth travelled down, occupying themselves on your neck where she explored with open mouthed kisses— her tongue licking over every mark she placed until she was earning soft whimpers from your own lips.

her hands snaked through to the front of your body, fingers lifting your shirt and pulling it right up and over your head. she unhooked your bra before coming back to your skirt and panties, removing those as well.

daniela’s fingers found the zipper to her own dress, slowly unzipping the exposed metallic and watching it make its way down, her dress falling off of her body.

she brought her fingers behind her, unfastening the black strapless bra she wore and sliding her matching panties off her toned legs. in the mirror you caught the darker colour on her grey panties—she was just as wet. 

daniela hoisted you onto her lap, making sure your eyes were still directly on the mirror. 

her finger trailed down to your cunt, her left hand gripping on your inner thigh, keeping your legs open, while her right was toying with your already sensitive clit. 

your voice was fainter but your sounds kept their sharp pitch— whining like you had been seconds ago. “fuck,” you let out, eyes watching her finger rub over your swollen clit, small and tight circles that made your hips buck occasionally. daniela bit her lip at your neediness, deciding to give you what you were so desperately craving. her two fingers slipped inside, pumping in and out incessantly and without pause— her manicured hands slotting themselves in nicely. 

you let out a small whimper, “please, i can’t.” 

her brow raised, “you can’t? just a second ago you were finishing on my heel,” she began to move slower, almost coming to a stop. “don't stop, please.” you rushed out, your hips chasing the pace it wanted. “oh? that's what i thought.” 

you continued to watch, seeing how her fingers disappeared inside you, before reappearing and starting all over again. you could see yourself dripping onto her fingers. daniela tutted, removing them and striking your cunt once. “you're making a mess. you’re a filthy girl, huh? behave,”

you couldn’t even respond, her fingers were back inside, pumping faster. “that’s it baby, you've got it.” daniela felt you clenching against her two fingers, smiling at how spent you looked. your eyes glanced elsewhere, and daniela removed her fingers once again. 

“what did i tell you? you’re going to look into the mirror without looking away, and you’re going to watch me ruin your body just like you begged me to, kay?” 

you could only nod, voice too strained to configure sentences. daniela manoeuvred three fingers into your soaked cunt, stretching you out until they fit perfectly. the sound that came after was instant, every move only slicking her fingers more, the heel of her palm hitting your clit as she went deeper. 

you were a whining mess on her lap, and it was all happening in front of you. 

“look at you,” she purred, mocking the way you came so easily undone. 

“i’m using three fingers and your hips are grinding for more. god, you're so pathetic, don't you hear how wet you are for me? sounds like a desperate slut who needs more and more,” her fingers moved harder, relentless strokes hitting you intoxicatingly “and more,” 

daniela laughed out of her own satisfaction, she was enjoying herself just as much. “you’re going to finish on my fingers?” she teased, her pace increasing. your nods and small whispers were all she needed. “yea? is that what you want?” 

you squeezed around her fingers, heat pooling down low. you came with a shattered cry, still throbbing, but now your legs were shaking and your head was resting back against daniela’s shoulder. 

she removed them, wiping your mess onto your lips before you opened your mouth to clean up her fingers. 

“you want to do me a favour?” you looked back at the woman, completely exhausted though in the best way you possibly could be. 

“what is it?” you whispered

daniela’s eyes dropped down to her tits, and then back at you. 

everything was right in front of you, her nipples already hard and pleading

you moved forward, lips closing around only one, sucking with everything you had left. you wanted to make her feel as good as she had done to you. 

daniela tucked her bottom lip underneath her teeth, “sweetheart, you never told me you were this talented with your mouth. good girl,” 

you pulled her in, tongue swirling around in rapid glides as daniela tried to contain her obscene sounds. 

she reached down lower, using her fingers to help push her faster— two fingers deep and your mouth on her chest. 

she twisted her fingers inside greedily, moans slipping from red lips. “just like that,” she encouraged, her eyes closing momentarily. her fingers worked inside, her sounds becoming inconsistent. “fuck, sweetheart i’m close.” you didn't stop, instead, you went harder— drawing her nipple in with frenzied moves, your warm tongue trying to take everything all at once. her fingers picked up the pace and as soon as you felt her squirming you knew she had come undone. 

daniela came with a whine, you removed your mouth, giving her a smug smile. 

“do you close every day?” daniela asked, out of breath. 

morning sunlight spills through sheer curtains, soft and colorless, like the air itself is holding its breath. you're awake before karina. again. you always are. and there’s a sort of private pleasure in it. watching her like this, undisturbed. fragile in the quiet way only people who are never truly soft manage to be when they sleep.

she’s on her side, half-curled toward you, blanket kicked down to her waist. her dark hair fans across the pillow in delicate disarray, strands catching the light, lips faintly parted in the gentlest, unintentional pout. her breath is steady and deep; a soft lull you’ve let comfort your ears.

however, you can’t help it. how could you? she’s laid out like she belongs on display, all wrapped up in a paper-thin white silk nightgown, the kind that clings in all the right and wrong places—the kind that’s begging for misbehavior.

one of the straps has fallen down her shoulder. her bare legs are tangled at the knee, smooth and warm and so touchable… your eyes trail down from her neck, her collarbone, to the outline of her breast rising and falling beneath the fabric... and lower.

you lean in closer and breathe her in. skin and faint vanilla perfume. warmth and softness. you think… what did you do to deserve this beautiful, stunning woman lying beside you?

your fingers slip beneath the hem of her nightgown with slow, reverent ease. you dip down beneath the swell of her ass, nudging silk up inch by inch, revealing only what you need to see.

her thighs part in her sleep as if she knows somehow, offering herself without question. and there, nestled between perfect skin: her pussy, bare and already faintly damp with early-morning heat. the kind of wet that says all you have to do is take it.

who are you to refuse?

you shift between her legs, easing her onto her back. she stirs a little, breath hitching, but you hush her with your lips on her thigh, dotting open-mouthed kisses upward until you're nestled just where you want to be.

you blow lightly against her folds, her leg twitches. then you taste.

her whole body jerks.

she wakes to the feeling of your tongue dragging slowly up her slit, then flicking exactly right at her clit with detailed precision. a sound escapes her— half gasp, half moan, broken and quiet. “yah— wh… what are you doing…?”

you flatten your tongue against her and lick up shamelessly, sloppier this time. your lips wrap around her clit and suck, just once, just enough to draw a noise from her that sounds like embarrassment wrapped in arousal. she squirms.

“good morning,” you murmur into her heat, lips curled. “just stay still…. wanted a little taste…”

her fingers find your hair, reflex only, and she exhales like she’s still trying to make sense of it. “oh jagiya...”

you hum and press your mouth back to her, circling her clit in slow, firm strokes, letting your tongue slip lower, teasing her entrance, tasting the slick already gathering there. and fuck, she’s wet… so wet that it drips down your chin when you ease two fingers inside and start curling in her just right.

her hips stutter. that beautiful nightgown is bunched up now, exposing her to everything— your mouth, the air, the sunlight slicking across her stomach. she’s panting, whining, and twitching under your tongue with every pass.

“feels good?” you ask, even though you know. “tell me it feels good, mommy…”

“yes, honey, feels very good…” she nods, whimpering. her face is flushed pink, eyes glassy, lips bitten raw from trying to stay quiet— and when you suck her clit again, fingers curling deep, her back arches beautifully. her body shakes.

“fuck… aegi… ah!” she cums with your name falling from her lips and your face buried between her thighs, thighs clamped so tight around your head that you’d gladly suffocate there.

you stay, lapping softly, gently, until her body stills. her fingers twitch in your hair, too weak to push you away.

and when she finally comes down, breathlessly dazed, she gazes down with half-lidded eyes and says, “so perfect… thank you, my sweet girl.”

the warmth of Daniela's arms around your waist was undeniably comforting.

It was 12 when your girlfriend came in, clearly exhausted from practice. but God did she look good in sweatpants and a sports bra on.

her warmth didn't make it any better. Every shift she made made the heat between your legs grow even more.

you knew you were gonna regret what you were gonna do but you couldn't resist it anymore.

“Dani”

no response

“Daniela”

no response again, and it was hard. a sigh left your lips, almost like a whine before shimming out of your shorts and panties, discarding them at the end of the bed.

you looked up at Daniela’s sleeping form once more before moving to straddle her stiff thigh before you started riding, ur hand quickly flying to cover your mouth to stiffen your moans.

but it was too late.

“que estas haciendo, mi amor”, you heard a voice rasp making your movements come to a halt. When you looked down you were met by Daniela’s sleepy haze making you flush in embarrassment.

“I was jus-.”

“nah keep going hm”, you heard her say once more making your belly do a flip. you just sat there, like a deer in the headlights trying to process it all.

“why are you just sitting there you heard me mi amor”, you heard her say once more before her hands moved to grip your hips, forcing you to start riding her thigh.

“mm Dani im so cl-.”

“No you're not, you can be patient since you wanted to be a naughty girl and not wait til the morning”, she rasped out once more before landing a smack on your ass as a sign to keep going, making you cry out.

“you sound so pretty mi angel”, she praised making you moan out louder feeling the band in your stomach stretch further making you whine.

“s-so close please.”

“you can release pretty”, she finally granted, that's what all took for you to release onto her sweatpants.

She groaned into you softly, lapping at your clit as two of her fingers curled deep inside you and she looked up at your blissed out face through her lashes. "Feels good?"

You whimpered softly, nodding as your hips grinded against her face and you hummed out a broken, "Mhm."

She tsked, quickly nipping at your clit and making you whine before she spoke again. "Use your words," she murmured, mouthing at your inner thigh now as her fingers stilled inside you as punishment.

You bit your lip, whining at the loss of friction. "Y-yes, Ada," you gasped out, hips squirming beneath her hold. "It feels good. Really good. Please-"

"Yes, sweetheart, I know." Her mouth was on you again, latching onto your clit and sucking while her fingers scissored inside you. Your moans began getting louder, and Ada wanted more.

She knew you were about to cum when your pussy fluttered around her fingers and the pitch of your whimpers, so she pulled away. Her lips off you as her fingers stopped entirely. She smirked softly as you gasped, letting your soft cry of impatience wash over her with a shudder.

"Ada! Please-"

"Shhh, I know. I got you." She curled her fingers inside you at an agonizingly slow pace, making you whine and buck your hips into her hand, seeking her mouth, her other hand, her nose-anything to give you that friction you needed.

"Hngh-Ada," you moaned, throwing your head back with a mewl as she gave your clit a teasing flick, and only that. "Ada, please. Please, i need you."

"I know, baby. Just a bit longer." She rested a cheek on your thigh, tracing her nose along the soft inner flesh as she watched you from under her lashes. Seeing your flushed and desperate face, the wetness of your eyes as tears gathered quickly on the corners and threatened to spill over, it made her so wet in her own panties. She wanted to hear you beg more, wanted you sobbing and sniffling and whining beneath her as she made you forget everything but her mouth on you.

She gave your clit a few harsh flicks every few seconds, and added a third finger at some point that made you let out a particular moan that had her pussy throbbing.

"Ada… Ada," you sobbed now, fat tears rolling down your red cheeks as she continued to bring you almost to the peak of your climax before dragging you back down. "'lease… please, Ada, I wanna cum. I wanna cum i wanna cum-"

You cried out as she sucked on your clit again, hands finding their way into her hair and tugging lightly before she slaps them away. You whine then moan loudly when her fingers find that gummy spot deep inside you, a broken whimper leaving you.

She hums into you, lifting her lips to say, "Cum for me. Go on, since you want to so badly." She nips at your clit again and that causes you to shatter, squirting onto her face as she laps up your juices, her fingers and tongue stimulating you through your climax, and even after.

You sob as you start to feel overstimulated, squirming beneath her as she continues moving her fingers against your g-spot, and suddenly you cum again, crying her name as you gush on her fingers once more.

You collapse back onto the bed, panting and sniffling as she pulls her fingers out of you. She cleans you with her mouth, scooping all your juices up with her tongue, before leaning back and massaging your trembling thighs.

"You did so good for me," she murmurs, kissing your knee as she kneads your soft flesh. "So good. Ill let you rest before we go again."

You whine softly, your sweat and tears drying on your skin as you slowly lift your head to see her face between your thighs. She smiles before you can even part your lips to speak. "Yes, again. You ddint think I was finished with you, did I?"

a/n: I needed to post something for ada so here ya go. Definitely buns and probably ooc but idc. Hope you enjoyed!

what the fans didn’t know and what the camera couldn’t see was what karina was doing beneath the thick layers of the heavy blanket.

her hand had slipped under the covers twenty minutes ago. at first, it was just her fingers lightly trailing over your knee while she answered a fan’s question about the setlist. but as the live stream went on, her touch became bolder, heavier, and completely shameless. 

now, her warm hand slid high between your thighs. you could feel the heat of her palm through your loose shorts, but that wasn’t enough for her anymore. with a slow, deliberate movement under the fold of the duvet, karina hooked her fingers into the waistband of your shorts and slid her bare hand straight inside, pushing your silk underwear aside.

the moment her bare, warm fingers brushed directly against your dripping pussy, an electric jolt ran straight up your spine. 

you kept your face perfectly still, maintaining your polished idol smile for the camera, but under the blanket, you parted your knees just a fraction of an inch, pressing yourself harder into her touch. you loved every second of it—the sheer danger, the thrill of having your member slide her bare hand deep into your wet pussy while millions of your shared fans watched her glowing face, completely oblivious.

karina felt how drenched you were for her, and a soft breath hitched in her throat. her eyes darkened, her fingers sliding slick and deep into your heat right under the covers, her thumb pressing firm, rhythmic circles against your swollen clit. 

“yeah, the encore was really special tonight,” karina said to the camera, her voice smooth on the surface, but her tone was dropping, becoming thick and raspy at the edges. “we worked really hard on the new arrangement...”

she was struggling. her chest was rising and falling a little too fast, her dark eyes staring at the scrolling chat, but her entire focus was locked onto the slick friction under her hand. every time your pulse fluttered against her fingertips, her own hips twitched under the covers, her core throbbing at how utterly turned on she was making herself. 

she worked her fingers deeper, slicking herself with your wetness, her thumb relentless until your toes curled under the sheets.

a quiet, sharp intake of air caught in your throat. you quickly covered it with a light chuckle, leaning forward slightly to adjust your hair to hide the flush creeping up your neck.

karina looked sideways at you for a split second. her eyes were glassy, dark, and heavy with pure need. her mouth parted, her tongue darting out to wet her bottom lip as her fingers stroked you faster, slick and deep, right there on camera. 

she tried to read another comment out loud. “someone asked if... if we’re going to go live again tomorrow…”

she stopped mid-sentence. her breath hitched hard, a low, needy hum threatening to escape her throat as her fingers sank all the way into your dripping warmth. her mind went completely blank. she couldn’t play the composed leader anymore. she couldn’t read the chat. she was completely overwhelmed by how bad she wanted you, her own body practically vibrating with heat.

without another word, karina reached out, her hand slamming the laptop lid down, pushing the bed tray unceremoniously to the foot of the bed. 

before you could even draw a full breath, she whipped the duvet back and threw herself over you, pinning you down into the plush hotel mattress. her face was flushed dark red, her eyes glassy and wild as she grabbed your jaw, pulling you up into a deep, desperate kiss.

it was messy. she tasted like the sweet lip gloss she wore on camera and the pure, frantic heat that had been consuming her for the last half hour. her tongue tangled with yours in a dark, demanding rhythm, her hips grinding hard down against yours through her clothes, a low, needy moan escaping straight into your mouth. 

“i couldn’t wait anymore,” she rasped, breaking the kiss just an inch to press her forehead against yours, her breath hot against your swollen lips.

without giving you a second to reply, her hands moved fast, gripping the elastic of your shorts and silk underwear together. she tugged them down your thighs in one swift, impatient motion, throwing them off the edge of the bed. then she yanked your oversized shirt up over your head, leaving you completely exposed under the dim, warm light of the hotel room. 

she slid down between your parted legs, her dark hair spilling over your bare thighs. the moment her face hovered over your exposed center, the rich, slick scent of your arousal hit her, and karina let out a small, helpless whimpering sound.

“look at what you did to me,” she whispered darkly, looking up at you from between your knees, her fingers sliding two slick digits straight back inside your tight, dripping heat.

“oohh, jimin—” you gasped out loud, your fingers clutching violently at the bedsheets as she began thrusting her fingers deep and fast, using your own wetness to slick you up. 

she didn’t stop there. karina buried her face directly into your core, her warm tongue making broad, wet laps right over your hyper-sensitive clit. at the same time, her free hand reached all the way up your body, her warm palm cupping your soft, bare breast. she squeezed it firmly, her thumb and forefinger pinching and rolling your sensitive nipple in time with her rapid, rhythmic licking.

the double sensation hit you like a wave of pure electricity. you arched your back high off the mattress, a loud, breathless moan tearing from your throat. karina ate you beautifully, her tongue working in fast, sensual circles while her hand kneaded your breast, worshiping your body with a desperate kind of reverence. 

“fuck, feels so good, jimin!” you cried out, completely unable to keep quiet as she devoured you, the wet sounds of her mouth filling the quiet hotel room.

she pulled back just slightly, panting, her lips glistening with your wetness. her eyes were dark, burning with a heavy, unspoken demand. her own clothes were soaked through from how hard she had been grinding her hips against the mattress earlier.

“my turn,”  you rasped, your hands reaching out to grab her waist. 

you pulled her up, maneuvering her body until she turned around. you reached up and slid her tight shorts and damp panties down her long legs, tossing them aside. she straddled over you, perfectly aligning her dripping pussy right above your mouth, while your own slick heat hovered just above her lips.

the 69 position left both of you completely bare and exposed to each other. karina’s golden thighs framed your face, trembling slightly with anticipation, while you parted your own legs wide above her. 

without a word, karina leaned down and buried her face back into your wetness, her tongue immediately finding your clit again, while you reached up to hold her heavy, swaying hips.

you arched your neck up and drove your tongue deep into her drenched, throbbing folds. the taste of her was intoxicating. you lapped at her clit, sucking the swollen nub into your mouth, making her hips jerk violently above you. her moans were muffled directly against your thighs, her breath hot and frantic against your skin. 

the sensuality of it was overwhelming. you didn’t just stay on her clit. you traced your tongue lower, dragging the wetness down along her perineum until you found her tight, sensitive hole. you pressed your wet tongue directly against it, swirling the tip over the sensitive skin before pressing deeper, tonguing the tight ring in a slow, agonizingly filthy rhythm.

“oh, fuck, baby!” karina completely lost her mind. her body arched like a bowstring above you, her fingers gripping your thighs tight enough to leave bruises as she felt your tongue sliding slick and deep against her hole. the sensation was completely destroying her. 

in retaliation, her hands reached up again, blindly finding your tits, squeezing and teasing your nipples while her own tongue mimicked your filthy rhythm, sliding down to rim your sensitive hole with wet, broad strokes, tasting every inch of you.

the room was filled with the heavy, wet sounds of both of you consuming each other, lost in a shameless, chaotic haze of pure pleasure. you were tonguing her deep, drinking her in while she worked her mouth desperately over your most sensitive spots. 

“i’m gonna, oh, god!—i’m coming—" she choked out against your wet skin, her entire body shuddering uncontrollably as a massive, violent orgasm tore through her.

you didn’t stop. you kept rimming her, licking her straight through her peak, swallowing her sweet, hot fluids as her core spasmed beautifully against your mouth. the intensity of her climax pushed you right over the edge. you exploded into a second, wracking orgasm right against her face, your own body convulsing wildly as she drank you down.

both of your bodies trembled together in a tangled mess of slick skin, breathless whimpers, and heavy, shallow gasps. 

finally, karina collapsed sideways onto the mattress beside you, completely spent, her chest heaving wildly as she pulled you into her arms. she panted into the dark room, tangling her sticky fingers with yours, her lips wet and swollen from kissing you.

then, a faint buzzing sound cut through the heavy silence of the room.

you both froze.

karina slowly turned her head toward the foot of the bed. the bed tray was sitting tilted against the wooden tray, the sudden push from her hand earlier hadn’t closed the laptop lid all the way. the screen was still glowing faintly in the dark room. 

the stream had never disconnected.

the chat wasn't just scrolling; it was exploding at an impossible, lagging speed, tens of thousands of comments flying past in a blurred frenzy.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING”

“THIS IS SO HOT OMG”

“CAN I JOIN PLEASE”

“THEY FORGOT TO TURN OFF THE MIC”

“THEY ARE LITERALLY IN 69 ON LIVE STREAM I AM SCREAMING”

“I CAN HEAR EVERYTHING THIS IS CRAZY”

the microphone on the side of the laptop was still lit up green, picking up every ragged breath, every wet lick, every soft slap of skin, and every loud, shattered moan you both had just let out into the room. 

then, karina turned her head back to look at you.

the sheer panic in her eyes slowly dissolved, replaced by something far darker, heavy with a thrilling, completely unhinged heat. a quiet, breathless chuckle escaped her lips.

she didn’t reach for the bed tray. she didn’t try to shut the laptop.

instead, karina shifted her weight, sliding back down over your lap until her drenched pussy pressed flush against yours. she grabbed your jaw with her wet, sticky fingers, tilting your head up until your swollen lips were just a breath apart. 

“too late now,” she whispered into your mouth.

she rolled her hips down hard against yours, using your shared wetness to grind her swollen clit straight into yours. a loud, shattered moan broke from your throat, echoing loud and clear through the quiet room and directly into the live microphone.

karina smiled against your lips, her dark eyes flashing with absolute ruin as she captured your mouth in a deep, filthy kiss, completely past the point of caring. 

“WAIT THEY’RE NOT STOPPING???!”

“SHE JUST SAID TOO LATE NOW I’M LOSING MY MIND”

“THE SLAPPING SOUNDS ARE GETTING LOUDER”

“SOMEONE RECORD THIS BEFORE SM TAKES IT DOWN”

“I CAN’T BREATHE ARE THEY SERIOUSLY CONTINUING????”

“THIS IS HISTORIC I AM SCREAMINGGGGG” 

ignoring the chaos unfolding on screen, karina buried her face in the crook of your neck, licking and biting the sensitive skin right over your pulse point while rolling her hips in relentless, heavy circles against your core.

you arched your back high off the sheets, throwing your head back and letting out a loud moan that tore right through the microphone—broadcast live to every single fan still watching.

juggling two girls at the same time was hard enough, but them being in the same girl group let alone friends?

it was only a matter of time til they found out.

but not the way you wanted it to end.

you were sprawled out on your bed, a destroyed messed as a thick, flushed cock was ramming your walls as a vibrator brutally attacked your clit.

“you thought you were slick? so greedy mami wanting us at the same time”, Daniela’s voice ranged through your ears as she turned the vibrator higher making you squirm just to be pinned down by Lara.

your brain was so scrambled you couldn't even fight it. you tried moving the vibrator at first but that just earned you a higher setting earlier.

“such a dirty little girl hm? couldn't just stick to one”, Lara added on as she grunted at each stroke making your eyes roll in the back of your head. you were brought back to consciousness the moment a hard slap hit your face.

“You've gone so dumb you can't answer us huh? speak or we're stopping”, Daniela rasped out clearly enjoying this as she watched the tears roll down your face.

“m’ sorry”, you finally whined out as you tried squirming away just to be pulled back down at a relentless pace by Lara.

“sorry isn't enough pretty, now stop running and take it like a good girl and maybe you'll be forgiven.”

You were scrolling through your phone on the couch when the video popped up.

It was everywhere — trending on every platform. Karina, your girlfriend of almost two years, had posted a new behind-the-scenes clip from aespa’s latest photoshoot. She was wearing those tiny black shorts that barely covered anything, and the camera angle was sinful. The video focused on her long, toned legs as she moved, the way her thighs flexed and jiggled slightly with every step. The comments were flooded with thirst.

You bit your lip hard, staring at the screen. Heat pooled low in your stomach. You had seen Karina’s thighs countless times — wrapped around your head, squeezing your waist, trembling under your touch — but seeing them like this, viral and exposed to the world, did something dangerous to you.

“Karina’s thighs could kill me and I’d thank her.”

“Those legs are illegal.”

“I need to be crushed by them immediately.”

The front door clicked open.

“I’m home!” Karina called out, voice tired but bright.

You didn’t answer right away. You were still staring at the paused video, her thighs frozen on your screen.

Karina walked into the living room, still in her practice clothes — oversized hoodie and those damn shorts. She noticed your expression immediately.

“Babe?” She tilted her head, a small smirk forming. “What’s got you so focused?”

You looked up at her, eyes dark. You bit your lip again without thinking.

Karina’s smirk grew. She set her bag down and walked over, standing between your legs. “Is it the video?”

You nodded slowly, voice low. “Your thighs look… fuck, Karina. I can’t stop staring.”

She laughed softly, but there was a flush creeping up her neck. She climbed onto your lap, straddling you, her thick thighs pressing against your sides.

“You like them that much?” she teased, rolling her hips once.

You groaned, hands immediately grabbing her thighs, squeezing the soft, firm flesh. “I need them. Right now.”

Karina’s eyes darkened. She leaned down and kissed you slowly, teasingly. “Then take them, baby.”

You didn’t need to be told twice.

You flipped her onto her back on the couch, kissing her hard and deep. Your hands roamed up her thighs, gripping and kneading them like you were obsessed. Karina moaned into your mouth, legs wrapping around your waist.

But you had something else in mind.

You pulled back, breathing heavily. “I want you to sit on my face.”

Karina’s eyes widened slightly, then filled with heat. “Yeah?”

“Please,” you whispered, already sliding down the couch. “I want to drown in you.”

She bit her lip, clearly turned on by how desperate you sounded. She stood up and stripped off her shorts and panties, leaving just the oversized hoodie on. You laid down fully on the couch, looking up at her with hungry eyes.

Karina climbed over you, hovering above your face. She looked down at you, cheeks flushed. “You sure?”

You nodded eagerly, hands gripping her thick thighs. “Sit, baby. Please.”

She lowered herself slowly.

The moment her wet pussy made contact with your mouth, you moaned loudly. You were instantly addicted. Your tongue licked a long stripe up her folds, tasting her. Karina gasped, hands gripping the back of the couch for balance.

“Fuck… your mouth feels so good,” she whimpered.

You didn’t hold back. You devoured her like a woman starved. Your tongue circled her clit, then pushed inside her, fucking her with it. You sucked on her folds, licked every inch you could reach. Your hands gripped her thighs tightly, pulling her down harder onto your face.

Karina started grinding against you, riding your tongue. “Oh my god… yes, just like that—”

You were completely pussy drunk.

Your world narrowed down to her taste, her scent, the weight of her thighs squeezing your head. You moaned loudly into her, the vibrations making her shake. You sucked harder on her clit, tongue flicking fast.

Karina’s moans grew louder, breathier. “Baby— fuck, you’re so good at this. Eating my pussy like you can’t live without it.”

You couldn’t.

You were drowning happily between her thighs, tongue working faster, nose bumping her clit with every movement. Your hands squeezed her ass, encouraging her to ride your face harder.

She did.

Karina started bouncing slightly, grinding down with more force. Her thighs trembled around your head. You could barely breathe, but you didn’t care. You wanted her to smother you.

“I’m gonna cum—” she gasped, hips moving faster.

You sucked her clit hard and pushed your tongue deep inside her.

Karina came with a loud cry, thighs clamping around your head as she shook. You kept licking her through it, drinking every drop, completely lost in her.

Even after she came, you didn’t stop. You were too drunk on her. Your tongue kept moving, slower but still hungry, cleaning her up and building her toward another orgasm.

“Baby— oh fuck, you’re really pussy drunk tonight, huh?” Karina laughed breathlessly, but her voice broke into a moan as you sucked on her clit again.

She came a second time, harder, hips jerking against your face.

Only then did you finally ease up, kissing her thighs softly, leaving little marks on the soft flesh you loved so much.

Karina climbed off, legs shaking, and collapsed beside you. She pulled you into a deep kiss, tasting herself on your tongue.

“You’re so obsessed with my thighs,” she murmured against your lips, amused and turned on.

You buried your face in her neck, still breathing hard. “Can’t help it. Especially after that video.”

She laughed softly and pulled you closer. “Good. Because they’re all yours.”

You spent the rest of the night between her legs — licking, sucking, and worshipping her until she was a trembling, oversensitive mess.

it's only natural that you would fall for her; how could you not? with the way she slips her arm into yours everywhere you go and how she always makes it a point to greet you by being physically affectionate : hugs from the back, forehead kisses, head pats, nose boops and whatnot,. there's also those kisses which she places right at the corner of your mouth; her own so close to yours that if you were to move even the slightest you'd end up brushing against hers,,

but whenever you try to ask her about your relation, your sad little question of "what are we rina.." goes completely unheard.. :(

but then !!! comes along transfer student!yunjin :) this'll be fun :)

when the teacher approaches karina with the matter of showing the new girl around, helping her catch up to the syllabus, etc; you were with her and quite clearly able to feel the hesitation radiating off of her figure. so you, being the kind-hearted soul you are volunteer your own help !! the teacher doesn't really gaf,, as long as she knows you won't shower the new girl with worms or something she's chill w that :p

however, karina is still apprehensive because she's apparently heard rumours that yunjin was,.. notoriously known as somewhat of a delinquent. she doesn't really want someone so cute, so trusting like you around her..

but when the vivacious redhead greets you with a charming grin, your defenses immediately lower.. yunjin was so sweet! how could someone like her ever even be assosciated with those rumours?

you soon find yourself spending a lot of time with her,, karina always seems so busy nowadays.. you know how tough class president duties can be plus she's always working on a million other things as well, and you get it, of course. you support her fully!! it's just,.. sometimes you can't help but feel sad... it feels like she's avoiding you on purpose :(

like when you were having lunch with yunjin one day and karina walked into the cafeteria. you waved her over but her nose wrinkled as if she'd smelt something sour and with a brief smile (which was SO obviously fake) she left..

..??????? you need to put in all your strength to not breakdown in tears right there. but yunjin is there to comfort you~ she always is <3 she wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to offer comfort. her hoodie that you'd been wearing (it was coldd and you being in a hurry that day had worn only a t-shirt - she couldn't bear to watch her new friend freezing now could she :( so she ever so chivalrously gave it to youu <3) along with her warm embrace made you feel very comforted~

but your feelings for karina still reign strong. so you decide if she won't tell you what you did to upset her, you'll confront her yourself

except.. yunjin ends up talking to you out of it... her argument makes complete sense : karina probably just wanted some space from you. if you approached her right now, she'd only retreat farther away, and you did not want that

so whenever you're feeling particularly vulnerable, in a 'fuck it we ball' kinda mood she's always there to prevent you from making a mistake!! she's so thoughtful <3 she's over at your place pretty often + sleepovers have become a new norm for you two because hey who knows when you'll need a comforting hug from your friend right? :)

but then, against your better judgement - yunjin would be so sad for you if she found out.. :(( - you finally give in to your urges. you decide to properly confess your feeling to karina on the 14th of feb. you really miss what you had with her, you miss being her friend.. and even if she hates you now you'd rather at least get closure than be ghosted irl 😔

so you go all out! go big or go home by enhypen plays in the bg you make her favorite chocolates, write a letter explaining how you feel, decorating a cute red heart shaped box and wrapping it all up w a cute ribbon <3

there is now the dilemma of how to give it to her.. hmm you do know she has patrols in and around the sports ground after lunch every alternate day.. and by your luck 14th is one of those days!

you ditch yunjin with a couple of fake excuses, desperately dodging her offers to come with you when finally, looking extremely dejected she leaves

sighing with relief you make your way to the first floor into a classroom from where you can easily see the entire grounds. and oh! you see those familiar long locks of black!! rather ungracefully, you decide to just throw your box out hoping she'll see that your name is written on it and not immediately throw it away

as soon as you're ready to chuck it down : you hear a familiar voice, "yn? what are you doing here??" it's karina?! how is she here?? but in your shock you accidentally let go of the box; only managing to keep holding on to the letter

shock and dread fills you at the thought of someone else taking the box and thinking you were confessing to them you dont even bother to look at karina even though it's been ages she's initiated a conversation with you.. as you leave, in your frustration you ball up the letter and throw it in the trash, completely forgetting that the person it was for was right there??

you race downstairs but end up bumping into a whirlwind of red. it's yunjin. the sheer happiness on her face somehow settles into you and you can't help but ask her whatever happened to make her look so delighted

she immediately pulls you into a tight embrace, "oh yn i like you too!! i thought you were still hung up over karina and i was so worried that she'd steal you away from me but if you have feelings for me that totally changes things!! i was ready to completely isolate you so you would only have me to depend on but fuck- you're so cute confessing outright out of nowhere!! even kazuha said she could've never seen it coming - you always seemed so heart-struck around her after all"

this shouldve been a red flag but the dazed state you'd been thrust into made all her words pass right over your head. you can only reply with a weak "kazuha..?who- what do you mean.."

"oh are u jealous?? that's so cutee ynniee and i mean exactly what i said pretty!! shit does this mean we're dating now? i've been waiting since forever to be able to call you mine.. oh my god i could kiss you right now.." yunjin's overenthusiasm leaves you very flustered and honestly? a little weak in the knees?

"so can i then??" yunjin's still talking "can you-?" "can i kiss you yn please we're dating now right?" "we are..? of course then.." and she wastes absolutely zero time in immediately diving towards you, tilting your neck to devour your lips with her own, her other hand sneaking its way to your waist, pulling you closer, closer.. yes you're still in the middle of the hallway but yunjin would be damned if she gave a single fuck, not when she has you like this and you.. you're still lost in some kind of a daze that only becomes heavier as your gf's (?) lips work against yours, till her hands holding you are the only reason you're still able to stand

you gain some sort of consciousness, when you're completely out of breath (ironically-) and push yourself away from her gently

yunjin immediately moves as if to chase after your lips but then seems to notice something behind you which makes her smirk.. huh.. she's really pretty; are you just noticing this now?

she pulls you into her chest then, like she's down millions of time and you carefully place your arms around her shoulders as she pats your head, whispering something soft in your ears - which you sadly can't hear due to the slight sound of blood pounding in your ears.. but in the comfort of her arms you really can't seem to bring yourself to care, simply enjoying the comfort she provides you with.

unbeknownst to you, as you and yunjin were in the middle of that passionate exchange, karina had managed to track you down and witnessed in horror the painful sight of you with her. god she'd ruined everything, that fucking bitch. how dare she even touch you with such bad intentions? granted karina's thoughts about you weren't 100% platonic either but you were hers. and she intended to do whatever she could to make that happen..

"it was a wild night, what can i say?" giselle shrugs, taking her bass off karina and slinging the strap on. she looks slightly apologetic, but if given the option, she'd probably do it again.

"please don't tell me you were with one of our rival bands," karina near begs. the paparazzi love to sink their teeth into ningning and giselle's late night escapes, the duo often being photographed sneaking out of hotels with satisfied smiles or messing around before the show. if rumours got out they were fraternising with the enemy....

"no, we were with fans," ningning supplies. she takes her time getting to her keyboard, already knowing her skills are perfect.

karina sighs, "that's worse. you do realise that's worse, right?"

"what is it with you and fans, anyways? you have thousands of beautiful women ready to do whatever you please and you just......miserably go to bed?"

"i'm not miserable," karina weakly protests. ningning isn't wrong, though. once she exits the stage, all the energy leaves her body and she's left feeling empty. groupies outside the arena practically beg for her, yet karina always walks past them, returning to her hotel to do nothing but toss and turn with need in bed. "you guys know i have a rule against being with fans. it's too complicated."

winter is rather content to stay out it, keeping her eyes down so they don't rope her into the conversation. giselle notices but doesn't say anything, instead asking, "complicated how? just use protection and you'll be fine."

"getting into a relationship with one of our fans? that's crazy. how are we supposed to manage our schedule and the power imbalance and—"

ningning fails to repress her laughter, cutting karina off. at least now they've gotten to the root of the problem. sweet karina, always thinking about commitment first.

"we're not talking about starting a relationship with these girls, jimin, we're talking about a one night stand. ever heard of those?"

oh.

karina can't help but instantly think of you, her favourite groupie. you've never directly made a proposition, but you've given subtle hints that you're down for something more: a wink from the crowd, a lingering touch when getting her signature. hell, just the way you look at her is confirmation enough.

she always thought your something more meant a relationship, a thing she was sure to fuck up. but maybe you were looking for a one night, no strings attached kinda thing? karina can do that.

sure, she's never separated feelings from sex before, and sure, she has a tendency to get attached, but she can do this. one time to get it out of her system, that's all. then she'll be able to go to sleep without playing the way you bite your lip at her on repeat, pressing her thighs together and wishing she had her bandmates nonchalance.

karina realises she must've made a face because all eyes are trained directly on her, even winter's, who's abandoned her writing to assess karina with an unreadable look.

"oh my god, you have someone in mind," ningning says. it's not a question.

"our karina, all grown up," giselle teases. she honestly thought she'd never see the day, but here karina is, explicit thoughts clearly written all over her face.

"shut up, we have to perform in three hours," karina deflects. it's torture that she has to wait so long before she can see your face. she needs the time to pass as quick as possible, and there's no way that's happening with her members pestering her about you. "get practicing."

like always, the crowd is electric. fans push up against the barricade, arms held out like a brush from one of the girls fingertips will make their whole year. karina winces at the flash of the paparazzi's cameras, grateful her sunglasses shield her from the worst of it.

it's all so disorienting. the four of them left the venue just moments ago and fans are already enclosing in on every side. some of them have even been camping out since this morning, skipping the show just to be first in line to see them when they come out.

karina can admit she was distracted throughout the performance. everyone played well, and no one missed a beat, but her mind wandered as she performed. all she could think about was you and what ningning said.

could you really have a one night stand? how would that even work? does she just come up to you and ask? she hates the fact that it's so clear she's never done this before.

you probably have a lot of experience under your belt. not that she'd have any way of knowing, but still. she'll ask you what to do and you'll laugh in her face, she's sure of it.

she suddenly regrets not asking her bandmates for advice. all of them seem so good with women, and then there's her, who becomes a fumbling mess the second she's face to face with someone pretty.

"are you okay?" the question snaps her out of it, asked by a concerned looking fan whose album she was signing. half way through, her thoughts must've taken over, because her pen stilled on the paper, ink bleeding through to the other side. she bets it'll sell for hundreds.

"yeah, sorry," she apologises, shaking her head and moving on to the next fan without even looking up. god, she needs to get a grip.

"you gonna stain my album too?"

karina's head snaps up immediately. in the grand scheme of things, she's only heard it a couple of times, but she'd recognise your voice anywhere.

you look back at her with amusement. she's so flustered, it's cute. "no but seriously, you good?"

"can we talk?" she blurts out.

people are screaming so loudly you have to strain to hear what she's saying, some fans shouting praises and others complaining she's taking too long to get to them. a lot of them even reach out to grab her, to which her bodyguard has to fend off. "here?"

she shakes her head, clearly thinking what you were, "no, not here. just— hop over the barricade?"

she expects you to act surprised, but you barely even blink, jumping over and landing on your feet with an ease that makes karina think you've done this before. do other musicians regularly ask you to jump the crowd and come to their hotels? the thought makes her more jealous than it should.

she says her apologies to the other waiting, now disappointed fans and takes your wrist, enclosing it in her clammy palms and leading you to the black car waiting for the group. she knows the tabloids are gonna be all over this in the morning.

you both climb into the sleek back seats. the driver does a double take at the sight of karina, of all people, with a girl, but other than that she minds her business. that's what they pay her for.

"do you regularly get into the cars of strangers?" karina asks. she's trying to be flirtatious, but it comes off as more of a serious question than anything else.

"i don't know, are you a stranger?" karina, an extremely famous celebrity, just told you she needed to talk and then practically dragged you to her car, and yet you're confidently flirting with her. she could be trying to kidnap you for all you know. "what did you wanna talk about?"

right, the whole reason karina brought you here in the first place. "do you...like me?"

"you're gonna have to be more specific than that."

"do you wanna sleep with me? cause i wanna sleep with you, but i don't know how people do this. i just ask and then we...? but obviously you can say no! i've just been getting all these signs that you might like me back? and i've been so nervous to make a move because of what that would mean, but then yizhuo said it's not like we had to get married or anything and we could just hookup. if you're down that is? fuck, that all came out wrong, i—"

fucking finally.

you would've stopped sending karina signals months ago if you didn't think she was into it, but she got flustered every time she saw you at shows and always looked at you like she was trying not to undress you with her eyes. she wanted you as badly as you want her, she was just too nervous to do anything about it. until now.

"karina, i've never been more fucking down in my life. i've been down since the day i came to your first show, but i heard you don't mess with fans, and you never made any moves so i didn't want to pressure you. otherwise, we would've been doing this a long time ago."

"oh thank god," she lets out a sigh of relief, sinking back into her seat. when she thinks about it, the roles really ought to be reversed. she's the world famous rockstar, so she's supposed to be the confident one here, and instead she's resting the urge to hide away in embarrassment while you look completely content, if not even amused.

"sorry, i don't do this much — ever, actually — so i'm not..." she trails off, avoiding eye contact like her life depends on it.

"hey," you cup her face in your hands, voice taking on a more gentle tone. she relaxes into your touch. "we'll go at your pace, okay? we can stop at any time. and there's no strings attached, so there's no pressure."

no strings, she nods and tells herself she can do that. how hard can it be?

taking the movement as confirmation, you slowly shift so you're on top of karina, knees bracketing her thighs. she gasps when her back hits the base of the seat. "just relax and let me do the work, hm?"

you start pressing kisses against her jawline, working your way down to the base of her neck and collarbones. one of her hands finds its way to your back, nails digging into the soft material of your shirt as you pull on hers.

"ma'am?" karina can barely form words, but she gets ahold of herself enough to turn her head to call the driver who's suddenly gotten very interested in reading the information on the back of her food packet and call out, "you can start driving now. back to the hotel, please."

usually, the four girls travel together, but tonight it's just her. before the show, winter said she had plans and had her own ride, while giselle and ningning seemed to be setting up an impromptu interview with a journalist and waved at her to go ahead. seeing you with her, they probably had an idea of what was about to go down and decided better of it.

"and roll up the partition too," she breathlessly adds.

karina wakes up to the sunrise creeping in through the window, having forgotten to close the curtains last night. her body aches as she stretches her arms, but at the same time, she feels more refreshed than she has in months.

she rolls over in bed, almost slipping back into sleep. except, just before she can close her eyes, she notices a crumpled up receipt on her pillow. scribbled on the back of it, reads:

took you long enough ;)

- y/n

the night comes back to her in a blur: you and her, slow and tender in the car. then, once she'd picked up the pace, a bit more intense in the hotel bed, followed by the floor, up against the wall, the shower, then back in bed, then—

karina re-reads your note, talking in every stroke of your handwriting, and smiles. she imagines you padding over to her side of the bed, wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt of her band, and trying to find a pen without waking her up. she wonders if you would've paused your writing to admire her sleeping, watching the soft rise and fall of her chest as she peacefully dreamed — about what, she can't remember anymore. maybe you hesitated before slipping out the door.

fuck, she's in too deep. as much as she's trying not to get too attached, her heart has already latched on. something tells her this won't be a one time thing.

something won't let it be.

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note: if you're wondering if something's going on with winter....you'll just have to wait for her part ;) and ningselle's....but shh i didn't tell you that. and please don't ask me how their position in the car works....baby idk either (⁠●‿⁠●⁠)

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it started years ago, when you were still figuring yourselves out. back when sleepovers meant falling asleep mid-sentence, limbs tangled without meaning anything. back when touching her felt as natural as breathing.

and it stayed that way.

even now, in her bedroom, with the ceiling fan humming softly above you and the faint glow of her desk lamp casting everything in warm gold.

you’re both on her bed, sitting side by side, her laptop open between you as you scroll through old photos—ones from years ago. bad haircuts. blurry selfies. inside jokes frozen in time.

“oh my god,” you laugh, grabbing her wrist when she tries to scroll past one too quickly. “no, go back. what is that?”

she groans, trying to pull her hand away, but you hold on.

“delete it,” she says.

“no.”

she leans into you, shoulder pressing against yours as she reaches across your body to grab the laptop. her thigh slides over yours in the process, warm and familiar. you don’t move away. you never do.

you’re both laughing now, tugging lightly at each other, her hand wrapped around yours as she tries to pry your fingers off.

“let go,” she insists, smiling.

“you let go.”

she huffs, and in one smooth motion, she shifts closer—closer—until her leg is fully draped over yours, her hip pressed against your side to steady herself.

it’s normal. it’s always normal.

but when she tightens her grip on your hand and pulls, her body follows the motion, and suddenly she’s half leaning over you, her balance resting on you instead of herself.

you feel her pause. her fingers are still around yours. her thigh is still over yours. her face is closer than usual. neither of you laughs this time.

there’s this strange stillness, like both of you noticed something but don’t know how to name it.

you become aware of everything at once. the warmth of her leg. the softness of her breath. her plump chest pressing against your side. her lips being close enough that the faintest exhale brushes your skin.

neither of you moves to break the contact. instead, the air between you thickens, heavy with tension and curiosity. your fingers tighten slightly around hers, instinctively, as if anchoring yourself to what’s real—though the reality of her pressed so close, so warm, is almost too much to bear.

her eyes flick to yours, hesitant but daring, and in that look there’s an unspoken question: do you want this as much as she does?

you don’t answer. you can’t. your body answers for you.

and just like that, the boundary you both danced around for years begins to blur.

without thinking, you lean in. your lips brush against hers, gentle at first—soft, questioning, almost hesitant.

her eyes widen slightly, and you feel her shiver against you, a tiny, involuntary movement that sends another jolt straight through you. then, slowly, she relaxes into the kiss, her lips parting as if inviting you deeper, her hand tightening on your waist.

your heart hammers in your chest as the first press of lips blossoms into something more urgent. the warmth of her body against yours, the weight of her thigh pressed to yours, every subtle movement amplifying the temptation you’d been holding back for years. it’s overwhelming.

you pull back just enough to trail your lips along her jaw, pressing soft, deliberate kisses that make her shiver. your mouth moves slowly down her neck, nipping gently, tasting the skin that’s flushed from the closeness.

“ahhh… mmph…” she moans, breathy and desperate, tilting her head back as your tongue grazes the sensitive spot just below her ear.

slowly, your hands move to the hem of her shirt. she doesn’t stop you. she watches, biting her lip softly, letting you lift it over her head while maintaining that unbroken eye contact. every inch of her revealed makes your pulse spike.

the second her shirt is off, you’re not gentle. your hands roam immediately, cupping the swell of her breasts, feeling the softness, the weight, the warmth against your palms. her chest rises under your touch, small gasps escaping her lips, and you feel them vibrate against your mouth as you lean in.

your lips descend to her cleavage, sucking and teasing, moving over her nipple with an urgency that’s been building for years. she arches into you, eyes fluttering closed for a second, then snapping back open to lock onto yours, desperate to feel everything and yet watch you take it.

her hands move up to your shoulders, gripping, holding, urging you closer even as her breaths come in ragged, hot bursts. you kneel into her, devouring her tits with greedy attention, lips and tongue worshiping every inch while her gaze never leaves yours.

her body shivers under your touch, hips pressing lightly against yours, and the sound of her moans mixed with the sight of her flushed, exposed skin makes your control slip entirely. you’re utterly lost in her, lost in the intimacy, the closeness, the years of friendship finally twisting into something raw, heated, and entirely unrestrained.

“god… don’t stop,” she breathes and it sends a shiver straight through you.

then, almost instinctively, she presses her hips down into yours, grinding slowly. the friction of her clothed core against your lap sends a shiver straight through your body, and your mouth tightens around her nipple as a low groan escapes your own lips.

“ahhh… fuck… yes…” she gasps, rolling her hips just enough to press harder, letting you feel every curve and tremble. “you… you feel so good… mmph… don’t stop…”

your hands tighten on her waist, holding her steady as she rocks against you, gasping and moaning with each movement. her lips part, eyes half-lidded, flushed, and completely consumed by the heat you’re both creating.

you grow bolder, one hand sliding up to cup her neck while your lips move hungrily from nipple to nipple, teasing, licking, sucking. she shivers violently, letting out a breathless, “ohhh… god… i… i can’t…”

“mm… feeling a little needy, huh?” you murmur, voice low and teasing. “all pressed up against me like this… you’ve been holding back for too long, haven’t you?”

her breath hitches, a soft gasp escaping her lips. “mm… fuck… maybe…” she whispers, cheeks flushed, eyes half-lidded and desperate.

you smirk against her skin, letting your hand drift down to the waistband of her shorts. “well… lucky for you, i think it’s time to fix that.”

she whines softly, hips tilting into your hand as you slowly tug her shorts down, inch by inch, exposing her smooth thighs and the wet heat beneath her panties.

you pause for a moment, letting your fingers brush over the soft curve of her skin, watching the way her body shifts beneath your touch.

her hands drift up to her own tits, fingers rolling and squeezing her nipples as soft, needy moans spill from her lips. unable to resist, your other hand moves lower, pressing lightly against her clit through the thin fabric of her panties. slow, teasing circles make her hips tilt, grinding instinctively against your hand as she gasps and arches into you.

“ahhh… mmm… yes… just like that…” she pants, one hand still kneading her chest while the other grips your shoulders for support. “ohhh… fuck… more… please…”

you guide her backward onto her bed, letting her sink into the soft sheets as her legs part instinctively. you lean over her, lips trailing soft, teasing kisses along the smooth curve of her inner thighs, inching closer to her slick, trembling core. her hips lift slightly, pressing into you, a shaky moan escaping her lips.

once you’ve kissed along her thighs enough to drive her wild, you carefully slide her panties aside. leaning lower, you blow gentle, warm streams of air over her folds, making her gasp and writhe immediately.

“stop teasing me…” she pants, voice ragged and desperate, hips lifting instinctively into your mouth. “fuck… just eat me already… please…”

you smirk against her, letting her words guide you, and settle your lips over her slick folds, tongue flicking over her clit and dipping into her wet heat, feeling her arch and grind against you in response.

you flick your tongue lower, teasing her hole as well, alternating between sucking her clit and exploring her wet pussy. her back arches violently, moans breaking into screams of pleasure, “ahhh… yesyesyes… ohhh… don’t stop… oh fuck…”

her body trembles, hips shuddering against your mouth as her moans grow louder, ragged, and utterly desperate. she squeezes her own tits, tilts her head back, and cries, “mmm… i… i’m gonna… i’m so close… ahhh…”

you hum against her, lips and tongue working in perfect sync with her grinding, coaxing every whimper, moan, and shiver from her while she rides your mouth, lost completely in the pleasure you’re giving.

as she trembles beneath you, your hand drifts lower, fingers sliding inside her slowly at first, teasing, curling and pressing against her tight, wet walls while your thumb rubs her clit in deliberate, lazy circles. her hips tilt instinctively into your hand, pressing harder, desperate for more, every gasp and moan urging you to push further.

her breath hitches, a shaky moan spilling out. “ahhh… mmh… yes… please…”

your fingers pump and curl inside her, pressing against every sensitive spot while your tongue flicks and sucks over her clit, relentless and hungry. her hips grind violently against you, pressing her slick folds deeper into your mouth, every movement desperate and ragged.

“fuck… i don’t even know why i waited so long,” you murmur, voice low and hungry. “i should’ve tasted you sooner… you taste so fucking good…”

“ohhh… shit… mmm… yes… right there…” she cries, hips jerking violently, grinding against your face and fingers, hands clutching her tits and the sheets as her moans turn desperate and raw.

you don’t stop, driving her higher, faster, wild and relentless, until she shudders uncontrollably.

her body shudders violently, muscles trembling, and with one final, frantic grind, she cries out, “ahhh… ohhh… i’m cumming! fuck… yes…”

you open your mouth eagerly, letting her spill over you, tasting every drop as her moans fill the room. your fingers stay buried inside her, curling and pressing while your tongue laps at her folds, coaxing every last quiver and gasp from her trembling body.

her hips roll against your face, hands clutching the sheets and her own tits, chest heaving and breath ragged, completely lost in the overwhelming pleasure.

her body slowly relaxes, trembling against your chest as you pull back slightly, tasting and savoring the last of her. she pants, flushed and breathless, hands still clutching her tits, eyes half-lidded as she looks at you with a mix of awe and mischief.

you brush a stray strand of hair from her face, thumb tracing her cheek, letting her catch her breath. “god… you taste incredible,” you murmur, voice low and satisfied.

she lets out a shaky laugh, leaning closer, lips brushing yours softly. “you’re insane…” she whispers, still trembling, “but… that was... amazing.”

you settle beside her on the sheets, arms wrapping around her, holding her close as her legs curl against yours. the heat lingers between you, skin still slick, breaths still ragged, but the tension softens into something tender—intimate, charged, and utterly yours.

her hand drifts to your chest, fingers tracing lazy circles as she nuzzles into you, murmuring, “we… we should’ve done this so much sooner.”