dreamyaeri

[dreamyaeri]

Body Art [Female Reader, Futa]

You're so close, almost there, just a bit more—

"Ning~," you moan, as your toes curl and grip the sheets, the two fingers deep in your dripping hole brushing right against the spot that you know will get you seeing stars. Your mind wanders—you think of the Chinese art student in the next room, naked, on her bed, pumping her cock with her fist. Too many times you've seen her bulge in the shorts she wears at home, and you're unable to keep yourself from imagining how it'd look when she pleasures herself. You think about how pretty she'd look with her legs spread, her hair fanned out across her pillow like a halo as she pleasures herself to orgasm, hot thick ropes of semen spraying across her stomach and hand as she cums.

"Oh, God, Ning, you look so hot like that, mm~!"

Her beautiful womanly body, right in front of you, all in your mind's eye. Her moans, soft, needy, the pleasure vocalized in her siren song. You're lost in it, in her, the image of Ning Yizhuo in your head pushing you closer and closer to bliss. 

Almost, almost—

"Fuck, I'm cumm—!"

"Oh dear, what do we have here?"

Bliss intermingles with shock as your pleasure-addled brain registers the object of your sexual desires leaning against your door, staring right at you with a smirk. You almost scream, but instead, you release a loud, drawn-out moan as your fingers relentlessly pump into your pussy. You're unable to stop—too far over the edge you've gone—and your hips buck with every wave of pleasure that washes over your body. Wave after wave of your juices rush over your fingers, and you can only let the conflicting emotions wash over you as you orgasm right in front of the one and only Ning Yizhuo. Slick flows freely between your legs and onto the bed, and Yizhuo feasts her eyes across your bare body, enjoying the show you've put on for her. She waits and watches you ride out your orgasm, the lust evident in her eyes.

"We have a naughty girl here, mm?"

Yizhuo steps over to you, and you instinctively move to cover up with your blanket.

"No, no, let me look at you." The Chinese girl smiles, and you stare at her hands as one of them slides right above the bulge in her tight shorts. The other reaches upwards to her off-shoulder top, and she begins to work the buttons open. 

"Ning—it's not what—" You scramble to lie, grasp for an excuse. Yizhuo wasn't supposed to be home! Didn't she go for a walk earlier?!

"Shhh…" You fall silent, and Yizhuo grins. Her top falls open, and you're greeted with the nice sight of her bare cleavage before she tugs the garment off her body. You keep your eyes on her, admiring your roommate as she undresses, her hair in a messy bun, strands of it falling over her eyes and framing her face. She looks gorgeous, and you feel your clit throb at the sight of her topless form, a soft moan escaping your lips. Dark brown nipples top off her large areolas, taut with arousal, and you want nothing more than to suck on her breasts right now. Yizhuo grins when she hears you.

"You thought I wasn't home, mm?" Yizhuo's saccharine voice is laced with sweet temptation. "So this is what you do when I'm not here…"

You feel the dip on the mattress as she climbs on right next to you. You breathe in, anticipating what she might do next, yet dreading it. 

"Brea~the, Yun." Yizhuo draws closer, and you release a shaky breath when she crawls over you, one hand right next to you to support yourself, the other now right at the waistband of her shorts, her thumb already digging under it. "I won't hurt you…"

She draws closer and closer—

Her orange bodywash smells so good—

"Unless you want me to."

Yizhuo's hot breath against your lips has you shuddering and whimpering, and you can't help but notice the lust burn deep in the Chinese girl's eyes when she pulls back. She looks like she wants to eat you, devour you, and you're more than willing to let her to. A rush of slick coats your fingers, and you begin to pump them into yourself once more, the slick sounds so lewd that you blush in embarrassment. You can't resist the moan of pleasure that pushes its way out of your throat, and that moan only intensifies when Yizhuo slaps your hand away from your dripping cunt and replaces your fingers with her own, thrusting into you hard. 

"Ni~ng!"

"Did you know how fucking hard I got listening to you moan, Yun?"

All you can muster as a reply is a drawn-out whine—Yizhuo's fingers feel so good against your walls. 

"That's right, moan just like that for me, Yun, baby…

"I was so close to finishing my painting, baby, and what do I hear, mm? I hear you fingering yourself, moaning my name with so much desire…" Yizhuo bites her lip, raking her eyes over your writhing body. "With your door open too, Yun, almost as if you wanted me to catch you…

"Tell me, mm, is that what you wanted? Have you ever wished that I'd come home early to catch you fucking your cunt and squirting while moaning my name?"

"Mmmgh~, N-Ning!" Yizhuo's filthy words render you unable to process anything but the pleasure and thoughts that it brings, and before you can even attempt to try, you yelp in surprise and pain when Yizhuo slaps your pussy hard.

"My name is not an answer, baby. Let's try again, shall we?

"Did you fuck yourself like that wishing that I'd catch you one day fucking yourself for me?"

"Y-Yes, yes, Ning, yes!" You choke out the words as a tear rolls out of your eye at the shock, pain, and pleasure. All you get is another slap right on your sensitive clit—you buck your hips at the pleasure, and you gasp as the sensations wash over you. 

"God, you're such a slut, aren't you, Yun? Wishing to be caught cumming by the girl you so desire so badly that you exhibit yourself like that…" Yizhuo trails off to softly groan as she rubs herself over the shorts. "Congratulations, dear—I'm here to take care of it now."

You watch with bated breath when Yizhuo pushes her shorts off her hips. She pulls it off her body and throws it aside, and you don't even mind that her hands aren't on you for now—what has your attention is her cock, stiff, the tip red and angry, precum dripping from the slit and collecting on her foreskin. You marvel at the size of it—God, she's thick, just like you thought—and you can't help but squeeze your legs together at the thought of Yizhuo hilting deep into you, emptying her balls into your needy cunt. As Yizhuo moves in front of you, so do your eyes while you give her space, and you watch as Yizhuo grabs your legs and forces them open to push herself flush against you. Her cock brushes against your clit, and she begins to slap your cunt with it, the wet sounds and sensations drawing whines of embarrassment and pleasure from you. 

"God, I've wanted to feel this since I heard you just now, Yun, fuck…" Yizhuo begins to softly thrust against your nether lips, coating her shaft in your slick. "I couldn't resist stroking knowing you were touching yourself to me, and I'm so happy I came over to catch you."

Yizhuo looks almost heavenly as she prepares you to take her cock. You finally get to hear her groan as she gets wetter—precum drips from her tip onto your skin, and you're coating her shaft in more of your juices. As your eyes trail up her body, you can't help but notice the way her breasts slightly jiggle with each soft thrust. You admire how fucking hot she is, and your hips buck once as more slick coats her shaft. 

"I wanna put it in you so bad, Yun…" The Chinese girl finally admits her desire, and you don't bother hiding how much you want it either. 

"Please, put it in me, please, Ning!"

At your consent, Yizhuo pushes herself into you. You choke back a moan—the Chinese girl's huge cock stretches your walls out thoroughly, and her husky breaths accompany your sounds of pleasure as more and more of her cock disappears into you. 

"Fuck, Yun, so ti~ght—"

"Ni~ng!"

You swear Yizhuo might tear you open if she starts moving—

Eventually, your roommate hilts into you, and both of you catch your breaths at the intense pleasure that washes over both of you. You feel so full, so filled with the Chinese girl's cock, and you think you might be addicted to it now—this sensation is all you've craved since you've known about her cock, and you never want it to end. 

"How does it feel, Yun?" Yizhuo is just as breathless, just as overwhelmed, but she still maintains her control over you. "How does it feel to finally have my cock deep in your tight cunt?"

"I… I f—Fuck!" You barely manage to stutter out a reply as Yizhuo begins to move. She gives you neither her mercy nor a chance to reply—her cock slides halfway out before she slams it back into you to the hilt again, rocking your body with her thrust. 

"I don't think 'Fuck' isn't a reply to that question, Yun, dear." Yizhuo slowly pulls out again, and before you can retort, she pumps herself back in, moaning out loud at the tight squeeze of your cunt. "Does my cock—oh, fuck…—feel that good that you've forgotten how to speak?"

"Mmh, Ning~! Ning, you feel… oh, God, so good, fuck, Ning, fuck~!" Your moans mix in with your reply, and Yizhuo begins to leave soft kisses all over your breasts as she hears you out. You cradle her head as her tongue glides over a stiff nipple, and you only get louder when her thrusts slowly begin to increase in speed. 

"I'm gonna make you feel so good you're screaming, Yun."

The pleasure of Yizhuo's cock rubbing against your walls threatens to drive you crazy. Her cock feels so hard, so warm in you, and you can't believe that you're starting to get used to the stretch. Her cock is thick, so thick, and it fills you up entirely—you swear she might even bulge your tummy with every thrust. As Yizhuo ramps up her thrusts, you begin to release a stream of unintelligible moans—the Chinese girl is beginning to use your pussy well, and she's feeling just as good as you do, if her soft grunts and moans are any indicator. 

"Ning, fuck, fuck, yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"

Yizhuo doesn't even bother with a reply—instead, she fucks you harder with each plea. Her hands grip your hips, and she holds you down. Next thing you know, Yizhuo takes off—she begins to pound your cunt. 

"Oh my God, oh my God, Ning, Ning, Ning, fuck, Ning!"

Your eyes begin to roll back in your skull as Yizhuo begins to fuck you. The wet claps of your flesh against hers are deafening, and so are your cries of pleasure. Your roommate gives you no mercy—she now pulls herself all the way out and pumps her full length into you with every thrust. Every stroke gives you whiplash—you alternate between being painfully empty and tightly stretched over and over, and the sight of Yizhuo's breasts jiggling with every hard thrust, mixed with her thumb rubbing circles on your clit leaves you dizzy. 

"So wet, so tight, fuck—!"

"Ning, fuck, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm going to cum all over your cock!"

With a loud scream, your hips buck once, twice, and a strong gush of your juices spray onto Yizhuo's body, before more of your cum leaks down between your legs. You shudder uncontrollably as Yizhuo's cock is forced out of your cunt, the pleasure of that orgasm sending your eyes rolling back into your head, jaw slack, moans uncontrolled. In an instant, you feel Yizhuo's hands on you—she fingers you hard and fast, her other hand rubbing your clit, and you scream once more as more squirt gushes out of your cunt, drenching the sheets even more. 

"That's right, just like that, squirt for me just like that!"

You barely even manage to process Yizhuo's words—right as your orgasm finally subsides, your roommate has her cock rubbing against your folds again. Without warning, Yizhuo once again pushes her cock into you, her shaft easily sliding in. 

"Yizh—fuck, I—Ning!—I can't, pl—I can't—!" You're delirious with pleasure, and the overstimulation has you protesting, but deep down you know you don't mean it.

"Yes you can, and you will, Yun. You want this as much as I do."

Yizhuo wastes no more words—she shifts your legs above her shoulders, and you're crying out in pleasure when the Chinese girl mounts you and rocks your world with a hard thrust, then another, and another. You feel yourself physically rock as Yizhuo pounds your cunt, and you scream as she begins to fuck you faster, harder. She gives up on keeping her moans in as well, her pleasure vocalized alongside yours in grunts and swears. You almost seem to fall into a trance, but you're kept grounded by the rhythmic thrusts that Yizhuo perpetually sends against your body, her cock stretching you out with every stroke, pushing you towards another orgasm.  

"Fuck, Yun, God, your pussy's going to make me fucking cum, oh God, fuck…" Yizhuo bites her lip, a guttural whine-turned-moan ending her sentence. "You're going to feel so full when I'm done—"

Want, want, want, want—

"Oh, fuck, fill me, Ning, fill me, fill me, fillmefillmeFILLME—!" You're already screaming even before either of you reach your peak. You're close, so close, and you can feel Yizhuo's cock growing bigger inside you—!

"Fuck, Yun!"

You barely even manage to catch the precursor before you feel warmth explode deep into you. Yizhuo's body grows stiff over you, and her hips stutter, cock twitching with every burst of hot semen that bursts into you, painting your walls white. At the same time, you gush against her body and drench her cock with your cum, a long moan being all you can manage as your second orgasm washes over you. Burst after burst of your squirt soaks the sheets beneath you as Yizhuo's cock fills you with more and more cum, until you feel it leak from the gaps between your hot connection, every time Yizhuo pulls out to fuck more of her cum back into you. 

When Yizhuo pulls her softening cock out of you, you fall limp in exhaustion, dizzy from the pleasure. Your roommate is in the same state, but she shifts up to you and mutters "Cuddle" before her arm wraps around you to pull you to a dry spot, into her embrace.

"Ning…?"

"Please?" The Chinese girl right now is a far cry away from the girl that's just topped you in bed. "We can talk about this later. Just let me cuddle!"

Who're you to deny her adorable request, you think, and you sink into Yizhuo's arms, her breathing eventually slowing to a slow rhythmic lull that leaves you sleepy as well. 

"Fuck it, we'll deal with this later."

[dreamyaeri]

lake house rendezvous - jennie kim

genre; smut

pairing; jennie x g!p reader

content; hair pulling, choking, gagging

words; 6.5k

It had been a tortuous six days for you- you were sure that it wasn't only for you, but her too.

Jennie Kim.

Your older sister's best friend, Lisa's best friend, they had been friends since they were ten and you never really cared too much about your sister's friends. Jennie was more than just a friend to her though, they were very close and she saw a sister in her too- your parents viewed her as their daughter and you...Your view on her had been a bit different for the past month now.

There's always this one rule between siblings- no fooling around with their friends, especially a best friend that was like a sister to them. Both the siblings and the friends were aware of that hidden but important rule.

You had never broken it until a month ago when you and Jennie woke up naked beside each other in her bed. As cliché as it sounds you two hooked up while drunk after ditching a house party and in the morning you had to jump out her window when Lisa came knocking on her bedroom door in the morning to help with the hangover the both of them had.

Nothing had happened between you two since then, but there was extreme sexual tension between you two since that happened.

It was just your luck that it was summer break and just like every year, your family drove to the lake house to spend two weeks there. It was your mum, dad, Lisa, two cousins and their parents.

Jennie included- she was family.

The brunette with brown eyes, a petite body, smooth and flawless skin, the voice of angels and heaven between her thighs.

It had been quite hellish the whole time, being under the same roof for six days now with eight more to go.

From the late night campfire's with the whole family, you two sitting beside each other, sharing a blanket with neither moving a single muscle. Her naked thigh would still brush against you everytime and it would suddenly get too hot to sit under a blanket even if the breeze was cold in the night.

Swimming in the lake and you could still feel her slightly cold, but wet thighs around your shoulders from playing chicken fight (shoulder wars) with your cousin's. The way they would squeeze around your head made you get out of the water earlier than you wanted.

Squeezing five (two cousins, Lisa, you and Jennie) of you into a canoe with Jennie sitting in front of your legs since it wasn't big enough for all of you so she and Lisa squeezed themselves in the middle. Her face was way too close to your crotch that whole time and you felt so embarrassed with a semi-hard- you couldn't control it as she was continuously glancing up at you and you down at her, something about her looking up at you was just too much to handle.

To every little thing she would do that you never really took notice of, but when you looked at her now you would feel the heat go south.

You sighed as you couldn't sleep and sat up on the bed, it was 3 am already and pitch black outside since there was only forest around the lake and the nearest city was a 15-minute drive by car. There were a total of five bedrooms, your two cousins shared one, then your parents, your aunt and uncle, Lisa and Jennie and you got the smallest bedroom to yourself. It wasn't big at all with just a drawer, a single bed and a window, you didn't need more than that anyway since you only slept here.

Deciding to get out of bed, you put on a t-shirt as you had a pair of gray sweat shorts on before heading out the door. You tried to make your steps as light and quiet as possible while heading towards the wooden stairs although there wasn't a lot that you could do about the creaking wooden floor under your feet. The hallway was poorly lit with just one little lamp on the wall being on so if anyone needed to use the bathroom they wouldn't end up falling down the stairs.

You got to the bottom of the stairs and headed to the kitchen, turning on the lights by the counter and not the big light since the light by the counter was enough- only here to get water from the fridge.

You opened the fridge door, the cool air hitting your warm skin and giving you goosebumps as you took the cold water from the bottom shelf before closing the door, the light coming from the fridge disappearing.

As you stood leaned against the counter a certain brunette was naked on your mind and you felt like you were starting to get blinded by lust. Was it because she was forbidden? Was that what made you crave her body this much?

Your head snapped up to the stairs as you heard footsteps coming down them, seeing those creamy legs between the balusters, her thick thighs coming into view the further she got down as she was just wearing a pair of short pajama shorts. Jennie got down the stairs and walked into the kitchen, her eyes landing on you and the sexual tension struck you both like lightning. Placing your water down and looking at her as she was in a silky strap top that matched her black shorts.

It was quiet and you decided that you should probably head back.

"I will head upstairs." You spoke and walked around the counter and Jennie stopped you before you would pass her.

"I can't fucking take it anymore, Y/n." Her sultry and desperate voice reached you right away as she gripped your shirt with her one hand, looking up at you as you looked at her.

"Jennie-." You got cut off by her as you held her wrist about to remove it from you but stopped.

"I know, but this aching is not disappearing anytime soon with you around everyday...It's been a painful six days." She sounded so desperate like she would break into tears any second as her tone was slightly hushed. The last thing any of you two wanted was to get caught. You knew how bad this was, she knew it too, but something still pulled you two towards each other.

"Please." Jennie pleaded, tugging your shirt towards her slightly as she was almost pressed against you, the eye contact you two held was strong and held all the forbidden and sinful feelings, lust, greed and gluttony. You two wanted more and more and more of each other in a glutinous way.

You let out a small puff of air, being stuck between choosing to break trust or submit to lust. To give into your desires just like Jennie had. Temptation is a devil in disguise.

"What if someone hears?" You asked, a twinge of heat shooting down Jennie's clit as you gave into the same desire as her.

She pulled you down to her, her eyes glimmering with how much lust they held as she looked into your eyes. Her hot breath fanned your lips as your grip tightened slightly on her wrist, greedy eyes boring into yours.

"I will be quiet. Just please...fuck me, Y/n." She mumbled against your lips and you both closed the gap between you two.

You let go of her wrist and she moved her hands, gripping on your shoulders as you ran your hands to her waits, trailing them down to her ass and you pulled her closer into you. Her tongue greedily pushed into your mouth, meeting your tongue with hers as she wrapped her arms around your neck.

You ran your hands underneath her shorts, the warm flesh molding into your hands as you squeezed and she sighed into your mouth. Her hands came roaming down your body, running them under your shirt, her soft and warm fingers running over your stomach, grazing it with her nails up and down before they landed on the hem of your shorts. She hooked her fingers around the waistband of your shorts, tugging on it before she reached her right hand inside them.

You shuddered, a moan coming from the back of your throat when her dainty hand wrapped around your growing cock. You pulled away from her mouth, heavy breaths falling from her and your lips as you trailed kisses down her jaw. You left wet open-mouthed kisses on her skin, going down to her neck as you continued to kiss the warm skin- not leaving any hickeys to not get in trouble.

Jennie stroked you, feeling how heavy your thick cock got in her hand, twisting her hand when she reached your tip before swiping her thumb over the head and collecting the pre-cum that was dripping down to her hand on her thumb. Her touch sent jolts through your whole body before going down to your dick where all the blood was rushing.

Her heavy breaths hit your ear as she felt her wetness running down her inner thighs since she wasn't wearing any underwear. The stickiness became cold between her thighs and she squeezed them so nothing would run further than her inner thighs. "Y/n." Jennie quietly moaned into your ear and you hummed, pulling away from her neck as her hold on your warm and hard cock disappeared.

You held onto her waist and turned you both to the kitchen island, pinning her against it. You ran your right hand south to the waistband of her silky black shorts while your left one ran up to her neck as you wrapped your slender fingers around it. Her eyes hooded with arousal and you watched her face as your hand went into the shorts, Jennie's lips parted and she let out a puff of shaky air through her mouth as you ran two fingers between her puffy pussy lips. It was enough to make her knees buckle, but she was being held up by the grip on her neck with her hands gripping behind her onto the countertop.

"Oh fuck." Jennie's light voice peeped through her throat as your two fingers got coated in the slickness of her pussy, running them up. You ran a finger up to her clit and she whined in response to you running it over the throbbing bud that had been aching for six days straight.

"You've made me ruin most of my underwear." Jennie's voice came out strained from how she was holding back the moans in her throat. Another whimper came from her as you started to tighten your grip on her pulse points, feeling how fast her heart was beating against your fingertips while your fingers ran down her lips again. Her grip on the counter tightened when you slipped a finger inside of her with such ease, her walls instantly clenching around your finger needily as she held her breath in anticipation.

She started to get light-headed both from her arousal and your grip on her throat. "Yeah? I haven't done anything, you're the one who has ruined your own underwear, Jennie." You said and Jennie's chest heaved again when you removed your finger from her clenching walls. She rubbed her thighs together, your touch still lingering on her pussy even after you removed your hand fully from her shorts.

Your grip loosened on her throat, still feeling how her pulse was thudding against your fingers and you took your fingers into your mouth to taste what she coated them in. "Please." She pleaded with you again, her big eyes looking up at you as she swallowed another moan when you sucked on your fingers. Her stomach twisted at the sight- another wave of heat shooting through her clit because of what you did.

"Please what?" You asked, your thumb rubbing the spot where it had pressed down on her pulse earlier and Jennie closed her eyes for a second at the soothing touch.

"Please fuck me." She breathed out with desperation. "Why?" You only asked, taking your free hand and running it under her strap top as you could see her hard nipples protruding the material. Her chest pushed into you when you took her tender breast into your hand, a whine eliciting from her lips when you palmed it roughly, feeling up her chest without any hesitation. Kneading the soft breast in your hand, cupping it and grazing your thumb over her hard and sensitive nipple.

Jennie gripped onto the wrist of the hand around her neck with both her hands, a frown on her face as her lips were parted, struggling to get her words out as you played with her nipple. It was sending jolts through her whole body, she could feel how each nerve sent signals to her brain, how her other nipple was rubbing against the material of her shirt, your hard dick pressed on her lower belly as you stood pressed into her, feeling how it was throbbing against her. She could suddenly hear the crickets outside and frogs croaking. The fresh sweet scent of honey milk coming from your skin which was the fragrance of your shower gel. It was all getting too much for her now as she heard her own heart beating in her ears...starting to get uncomfortably overwhelmed because of her senses.

"Cause- cause I am so wet for you right now and fuck- I've been thinking about your cock inside me every single day...I've been fucking myself with all kinds of toys but none of them satisfied me the way your cock did. My clit throbs when I see you and I can only think of how you fucked me into my bed that night. Just fuck me or I will go and fuck myself again." Jennie explained as tears formed in her eyes from how painful it was starting to get, your cock throbbing at her words with your stomach twisting in a way that aroused you even more. She blinked her eyes to clear her sight, her tears running down her cheeks as her fingers were now itching to just rub her clit and fuck herself while thinking about you.

You removed your hands from her, Jennie's whole body tense from how much she just needed a release. Licking your lips you slowly turned her, bending her over the counter. She shuddered as her front pressed against the cold wooden countertop of the kitchen island. "Have you been fucking yourself for the past six days with my family in the house?" You asked her, pulling the front of your shorts down, taking your dick out and stroking it as you pushed her skimpy shorts to the side. "Only- only in the shower." You smirked at her trembling tone as she admitted so shamelessly to fucking herself in the shower.

"You have no shame, do you?" You asked and ran your tip between her slick folds, her ass pushing into you when you teased her whole. Knowing that it was only a matter of time until someone would possibly wake up and come downstairs you pushed into her. "Fuck." Jennie breathed out as you entered her, you bit on your lower lip at how warm and tight she was- she was snug like she was made for you to fuck as you filled her to the brim and she hummed.

You started to move slowly, picking up your pace with each thrust just to test the waters and see if she could be quiet or not. "Are you gonna be quiet?" You asked as you leaned against her, your hot breath hitting her ear and making Jennie shiver, her walls squeezing you in the process and getting a groan out of you. "Yes, fuck I will be quiet, please." Jennie continued to beg not knowing what else to do to get you to fuck her like you did after the party. The way her bed creaked and your balls slapped against her skin still echoed in her head every night she would lay in that bed. She had never been so infatuated with someone, especially not a dick.

You moved back and grabbed her by her hips and Jennie clenched her jaw hard when you started to move like she wanted you to. Her hands gripped onto the edge of the counter as your heavy breaths occupied the air together with the sounds her sopping pussy was letting out as you moved with deep and hard thrusts. "Oh God." Jennie moaned, just above a whisper as most of her moans weren't getting past her throat.

Jennie was greedy and started to meet your thrusts, pushing her ass into you to get you as deep as possible into her snug cunt that was constantly clenching around you. Her tight and needy hole doing its best to suck you in. "Tell me this pussy was made for my dick." You groaned and a squeak came from her mouth at the slight pain when you rolled your hips into her ass, getting so deep that it hurt slightly. "Yes, Y/n, just for your dick...Fuck!" Jennie tried to keep her voice down but she couldn't when you kept going the way you were.

"Keep quiet." You warned her, the thought of getting caught thrilled Jennie though- getting caught mid act of being fucked by you in the kitchen downstairs with your family upstairs. Jennie felt naughty- she wanted a better taste of the thrill and it was as if two horns just grew on her head. "Fuck Y/n!" She moaned, not trying to suppress her moans anymore. Anger shot through you at what she was doing, her continuous moans getting louder by the thrust and you let go of her hip with your left hand and gripped her hair.

"Shut the fuck up, Jennie." You warned as you pulled her head back, her back arching and you could see the devilish smirk on her lips as her hooded eyes were showing how good it felt to get pounded into by you. You tugged on her hair to get her to keep quiet, but it did the opposite. "I can't, you fuck me too good...You will have to make me." Jennie cried out, her legs spasming from your cock stretching her out and you moved your hand from her hair and to the front of her face. Using her parted lips to advantage your fingertips came to her soft and plump lips before you inserted three fingers into her mouth.

You pushed them into her warm mouth and didn't stop until she gagged on your fingers, Jennie whined and your grip on her hip tightened. "You want to get caught, don't you?" You asked, your dick engulfed in her cunt and your fingers in her mouth as they got coated in her spit that was slowly starting to run down her chin not able to swallow with your fingers down her throat. Jennie hummed, it came out whiny, her ass hurting from your pelvis hitting it through her shorts continuously from the hard and painful yet pleasurable thrusts of your thick cock in her needy and grasping hole, the juices running down her thighs now from how you were pushing in and out of her.

You hugged with your arm around her waist, using your fingers to rub her clit as you felt close, groaning in pain as she bit down on your fingers, but you weren't going to pull them out. Jennie gagged again, tears in her eyes as her whole body was burning up and her legs were trembling, ass pushing more into you and you put more pressure on the swollen sensitive bud. This moan was loud even with your fingers down her throat, her back arching more and her whole body tensing up, her walls thudding around your cock as you slowed down your movements as she came. The muffled and unclear curse words from her barely made any noise as you rubbed her clit more with her jolting in your hold.

Her body slumped against the counter and your movements were slow, pulling your fingers out of her mouth as she slurped them clean from all her spit. Jennie panted, her body hot against the cold counter that was the only thing that would somewhat cool her down with you around. "You can't cum inside." Jennie broke it to you as you two had no contraceptives and you sucked air through your teeth. "Where do you want me to cum then?" Your voice was slightly strained as you were extremely close and you would cum inside her if she wouldn't give you a better option. "My mouth unless you want to make Lisa an aunt in nine months." You groaned and pulled out of her, despite still catching her breath Jennie turned around and got down on her knees in front of you.

She looked up at you as she took you in her hand, your dick slick in her juices and twitching as you were close. She guided you into her mouth, taking the heavy tip against her tongue before wrapping her lips around you. Moving further down your length. You ran your hand through her slightly tousled hair, pushing it back for her and Jennie hummed, looking up at you through her lashes with big eyes that were glimmering in the poorly lit kitchen.

She slurped back up with her cheeks hollowing, bringing you so close to the edge as she sucked extra hard around your tip before taking you back down her mouth. Holding onto the top of her head and you groaned at how she sucked back up again. Jennie hummed as rope after rope of hot cum shot into her mouth as she continued to suck. "Fuck, fuck...Jennie." You breathed out as she wasn't letting you go, your dick slowly turning flaccid but she was sucking you dry, every twitch of your dick releasing some more cum from your tip. You grabbed her head and pushed her away as your legs would go numb and she let go with a small pop.

You fixed your shorts as Jennie stood up on her still slightly shaky legs. "You're not up for more?" You scoffed at her words and pushed her to walk first. "You're too loud." Jennie pouted and walked ahead of you, her pussy was still throbbing and there was a slight ache between her legs. "I will be quiet, I promise." You hummed unconvinced as you two made it up the stairs quietly.

You widen your eyes at the door that opened upstairs, Jennie tripping on a step from shock and catching herself on the wooden railing the whole stairs creaking. "Jennie? Are you out there?" It was Lisa's tired voice, you nipped her thigh so she would do something. "Yeah, I just went down for water." Jennie replied and you pushed her by her ass so she would continue walking and she did while you stayed in your place. "Oh ok." Your sister replied and Jennie got to the top of the stairs and took a turn where her room with Lisa was and you waited a few more seconds after the door closed before hurrying to your room.

The Next Night

You were laying in your bed, thinking about what happened in the kitchen last night, it was enough for blood to start going south. You heaved a sigh and turned to lay on your back, staring at the ceiling as the crampy room was lit up by the bedside lamp, the single bed creaking as you turned.

It was silent and you were starting to get annoyed by the sounds of nature outside.

The whole day was spent with Jennie throwing glances your way and you honestly couldn't look away from her. If you weren't infatuated with her body before the first time you two had sex then you definitely were now. You wanted more, you were drowning in your own lust and desires. You wanted to do more with her, fuck her in other positions, you definitely wanted to cum inside of her, fuck her mouth, have her ride you, you wanted to cum on her perfect tits, paint her face- you snapped out of your dreaming.

You were down bad because of her pussy.

Your ears perked up, all sounds more clear. You heard the wooden flooring creak in the hallway at first thinking that someone just woke up to use the bathroom at 3 am, but soon realised that they were heading towards your room.

The door to your room opened and you pushed yourself up, leaning on your forearms as you looked at the door that creaked open a tiny bit.

Jennie slipped past the small crack in the door before closing it after her and leaning against it. She was in the same type of pyjamas as yesterday although these ones were white.

"Jennie, what're you doing?" You asked her, your voice light since your two cousins had their room right next to yours and the walls maybe weren't thin but they weren't soundproof.

Jennie's graceful steps took her to the foot of your bed as she climbed onto it and you sat up straight in an instant.

"I'm horny." She said in a whisper as she sat back on her heels by your feet. You watched as the devil herself tried to portray some sort of innocence as she looked at you with a small pout and big eyes.

"Not my problem, get out before someone wakes up and sees you walking out or comes in here and sees you." The pout went away with your words- you didn't want to get caught and you knew that Jennie thrived on the thought of getting caught.

"Please?" You groaned as she was yet again pleading with you.

"No. Go rub one and you will feel better."

"I can't with your sister laying right beside me...Pretty please?" Jennie said as she crawled closer to you and you had nowhere to escape her and even if you had your body wouldn't even try to move.

"Do it in the bathroom."

"It echoes too much in there...Please Y/n, I am already wet for you," Jennie spoke and you didn't stop her as she grabbed your hand and guided you to her shorts, pushing the material aside the older girl not having any underwear on. Your fingers slipped between her folds, spreading them with your fingers as you ran them over her slickness.

She was so wet- she must've been laying horny for a while now before coming here.

You pulled your hand out of her shorts and sighed, laying back down on the bed.

"No." You simply replied, you were dying to fuck her again, but it was so risky. It was so wrong and you were wondering if she was feeling any guilt or not- probably not since you didn't either, the both of you were clouded by the lust you had for each other to even think about your sister- her best friend.

Jennie pulled the covers off you, but you didn't stop her- you didn't want to, you wanted to see where this would go. "Stop me if you really don't want this and I will leave right away." With that her smaller body came on top of you, the girl straddling your lap, grounding herself on your semi hard in your boxers.

"Were you thinking about me before I got here?" Jennie curiously asked, her warm hands supporting her on your stomach. Her voice was sweet, innocent even and genuinely curious and it was doing things to you- she knew what she was doing and you hated and loved it at the same time. You hummed at that since you had been thinking about her the whole time.

The bed was barely fitting you two and with any wrong move she would end up on the floor and it would be over.

Her thighs squeezed and you looked at her, she was staring down at you. "Why don't you want to fuck me?" She asked in a whisper as she leaned down, her hot breath hit your lips.

"Because you're my sister's best friend."

"It didn't stop you the other two times...It's just sex, she doesn't have to know." She reasoned, her voice in a whisper as she looked you in the eye, your hand behind your head. "Won't you feel bad?" You could already feel her wetness seeping through the material of her shorts and through your boxers.

"Do you feel bad?" You shrugged at her question since you weren't exactly feeling bad- what was Lisa expecting you to do when you had such a hot brunette that wanted your dick? Morals always flew out the window when it came to sex. "I'm lazy though." You said since guilt wasn't stopping you, you would use the lazy card on her because you knew that she was loud and you would get caught.

"I guess I will finally get to ride you then." You didn't get to say much more as she kissed you, and you weren't even trying to stop her and kissed back. Jennie cupped you by your jawline and led the kiss as you just followed after her. Her tongue pushing into your mouth, meeting yours as she was eagerly kissing you.

Your fingers tangled in your own hair as she moved her hips, rubbing herself on your growing dick. Her wet lips moved down to your jaw as she kissed along it to your ear- your whole body tingling at how she kissed by your sensitive ear. "Take your shirt off and be quiet or I will throw you out without a second thought whether you're just about to reach your orgasm or in the middle of riding me." You spoke and the girl hummed- a small smile etched onto your lips as she obediently sat back up and took the hem of her strap top before pulling it over her head.

"You won't throw me out." Jennie confidently said since you didn't stop yesterday when she didn't hold back.

"Trust me I will, you will be running naked into your bedroom." You reassured her and she rolled her eyes at that while you moved your hands from under your head. The girl was still whining her hips against you and grabbed your hands, guiding them to her breasts as her nipples were hard. She hummed, looking down at you as you cupped her, Jennie's hands staying on top of yours and you grazed your thumb over the hard buds.

She let out a shaky breath, her thighs squeezing whenever her clit would rub against your clothes cock. "You don't have condoms do you?" Jennie asked and you shook your head at that. "I came here with my family." You reminded her since this was a family vacation away from people.

"Just don't cum in me then."

"Then just get off on time, you're on top." She nodded her head, letting out a breath as she enjoyed the way you held her tender breasts, palming them quite roughly and making heat shoot to her clit that was desperately throbbing as she had been horny for quite some time now.

"Fuck." You breathed out as she was now rubbing against your tip, a whine coming from her as her clit pressed against it. Jennie couldn't wait much longer as she removed her hands from yours and moved down your legs. You bit your lower lip as you only raised your hips to help her remove your boxers that were stained from her wetness and the girl wasn't even a bit embarrassed because of how wet she was even before she came to your room.

She got your boxers off and you took the free will to take hold of your cock and stroked yourself as you watched her get off the squeaky bed. Jennie pulled her shorts down and they fell to the floor, your eyes going down to her glistening pussy that was between her heavenly thighs. You weren't sure when you would be able to stop fucking your sister's best friend because you genuinely didn't want to stop inserting your cock into this woman's snug pussy or skilled mouth.

She came back on top of you and you let go of your dick, the girl taking hold of it as she stroked you a bit more while you laid back and only watched her, giving her the control. Her hips lifted and she guided you to her hole, Jennie gasped to stop the moan that almost spilled from her lips as she sunk down on your dick.

"You're so tight." You hummed as you watched how inch by inch you disappeared into her clenching hole that was eagerly taking you in. Her warm and wet walls hugged around you perfectly as they were throbbing around you. "Y/n- fuck." Jennie quietly let out as she got filled up by you, she sat for a few seconds just enjoying your thickness that was stretching her out and length that filled her from top to bottom, feeling how your tip was throbbing against her walls.

Her nails lightly dug into the skin of your stomach as she started to move, Jennie's lips parted and her eyes closed, watching her face turn into pleasure from how full she felt. A mix of pants and quiet moans came from her mouth as she went faster, whenever her legs would spasm her pussy would clench its walls around you making you groan. Her hips would roll every time she went down and the bed slowly started to creak with her movements. Your hands came to her thighs, caressing up them to her ass while watching her boobs that were moving in rhythm with her.

"Fuck...You look so hot on top." You moaned and Jennie snaked her right hand up your torso all the way to your throat and her nimble fingers wrapped around you. Your lips parted as she put pressure on your pulse points with her fingertips and suddenly she bounced harder on you and it was hard for you to suppress your moans, making you bite down on your lip.

"You feel so good. I want your cock inside me everyday." Jennie whined out and your hips bucked, making her ground her hips with every move, her ass slapping against the skin of your thighs- suddenly the sounds in the room got a bit louder than they should with the creaking bed and the slapping of your skins. You took in a deep breath as she loosened her grip for a second before it slowly came back.

Her juices were covering your cock fully and were running down to your base, smearing all over you both. She threw her head back when she used her free hand on her clit, using her fingers to rub it which made her arch her back. "Y/n..." She panted, your name beautifully rolling off her tongue while her pussy was letting out beautifully lewd sounds from how sopping it was.

You hummed, feeling close from how she was riding you, the girl not stopping in her movements even if she was getting tired by now. Desperate pants for air came from her mouth, her hand still around your neck but the grip loose as she was lost in her own pleasure.

Jennie moved her hand away from your neck, her eyes shut and she used her hand to hold onto her own boob. Her legs tensed up again as she played with her own nipple and you watched in a daze as the girl was basically using you like a sex toy, focusing on her own pleasure although you were in heaven just from how she was riding you. The way her breasts would bounce with her, her ass slapping hard on your thighs, her hips bucking into her own finger- she was fucking herself and not you which only turned you on so much more that you would bust any second.

"Fuck, fuck, oh fuck." Jennie's high pitched moan was above a whisper as she tensed up on top of you, her thighs squeezing and her ass grounding down on you as she came, still rolling her hips though. You watched her hips buck again into her own fingers that were rubbing her sensitive clit with her lower lip between her teeth. "Fuck." She let out as another heat wave ran through her body, her orgasm only intensifying, making her moan at how good the warmth that spread through her felt.

"I'm gonna cum." You informed her as the rolling of her hips never stopped, despite the aftershocks of her own orgasm Jennie got off you just in time as she took you into her hand, with one stroke your cum spurted right onto her thigh and hand as she was straddling your thighs, a moan escaping your lips again. Your warm cum splattering onto her warm skin.

You sighed before taking in a deep breath, your eyes closing. You heard some shuffling on the bed and you opened your eyes, seeing Jennie gather her pyjamas despite the wobble in her tired legs after riding you. "Leaving?" You asked, swallowing the dryness in your throat.

Jennie turned to look at you, still naked as she used your boxers to wipe away the cum on her thigh before dropping them back on the floor. "Want me to stay?" She asked with some hope in her voice- the girl thinking you wanted her to leave already. You licked your dry lips and looked at her, the glimmering in her eyes was something else but you couldn't pinpoint what- post orgasm.

"Just lock the door." Jennie smiled as she dropped her pyjamas back onto the floor and locked the door. You moved to lay right by the wall, pulling the covers over you, holding them up for Jennie who climbed into the bed after locking the wooden door. She got under the covers with you and you raised your eyebrows slightly as she instantly snuggled into you, hugging your waist with her head under your chin- just like the first time and you hugged her.

-

In the morning Jennie snuck out of your room and headed straight for the shower before anyone could see her leaving your room.

The rest of the family vacation was spent like always except the little rendezvous you two would have every night after everyone was already sleeping. You honestly had never had so much sex in just a week, it was multiple times every night and your dick was basically sore as you were packing up to leave at the end of the two-week vacation.

She had milked you dry and wasn't going to stop once you got back home either.

Morals were something you two would have to think about once you wouldn't be clouded by lust and desire.

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PAIRING: Hotel Magnate! Yoo Jimin x College student! Fem reader _____________ WARNINGS: Sugar Mommy AU, college AU, age gap, OC is in her final year of college while YJM is 34, profanity, strangers to paramours, Chopard and Cannes Film Festival Karina, good lord. OC has a slight crush on the dean lmao. OC short-circuits when pretty, older women talk to her. Smut, oral (K receiving), strap-on sex (reader receiving), Dom! Karina, mommy kink, OC ain't a virgin, riding, rough sex, cock-warming, or was it strap-warming? (IDK, but you catch my drift, yeah?), shower sex, multiple sex scenes, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, use of a vibrator, pool sex, biting, marking, fingering, that's pretty much it, I think. _____________ WORDCOUNT: 14.7K Sorry, this was self-indulgent yall, my bad💀🤩 _____________ A/N:

You asked; I shall deliver. Oh - and please see the header for synopsis and turn on your sound hehe.

"Ning Yizhou, what the fuck-"

"Shut up and listen, will you?" She cuts you off with a glare and turns her MacBook screen towards you. "You need this." 

You clamp your mouth shut and allow the younger girl to continue. The ash-blonde girl takes a seat across from you and shows you a site from the internet. You sit before the latter with the pads of your fingers tapping against your thighs. Ningning observes you warily before knotting her fingers together. "After hearing your rants for months about how the school's kicking both your ass and wallet, I propose a solution." 

"By being a sugar baby," You snort. She shoots you a silencing look. "Let me finish, Y/N." 

 She shows you her profile, "This website is safe, and it strictly monitors the chats of both parties. It is consensual and beneficial for person A and person B." She then shows you her chat with her sponsor; the profile read: Uchinaga Giselle. If your memory serves you correctly, she is the managing director of AE Industries, a definition of young, rich, and beautiful. "Woah, your sugar mommy is Giselle?"

Ningning's lips curl to a smirk, "Focus, Y/N. Have you read our conversation?"

"Yes," Your eyes skim the chat, "It's respectful and direct." 

"Exactly," She grins and closes her MacBook. "Not all stories involving a life like this are scary, Y/N." Your friend presses a palm against her chest, "Like me, for example." 

"Yeah, yeah," You sigh and lower your head, "I don't know, Ning." Her features soften as her hand reaches yours, her thumb rubbing comforting circles against the back of your palm. 

"Some sugar mommies or daddies want to fill the void of being rich Y/N. Some want to soothe their overbearing parents, and some just have too much fucking money. They're mature and won't force you to do something you're not comfortable with for the sake of being spoiled in return." 

You contemplated for a moment before curling your lips to a smile. "Fuck it, Ning. I'm in." Your friend grins and opens her MacBook. "Leave your profile to me, Y/N. And pick a dress you'll be using for the ceremony. You need to look fresh for tomorrow." Right. Before this discussion with Ningning, you received an email from Hanyang University that you're a dean's lister for the second semester. 

"Thanks, Ning." You stand from the table and make your way to her room. 

"Y/N!" Minjeong squeals upon seeing your familiar figure as more awardees enter the venue, "I'm relieved! I thought I was going to be alone with strangers for the ceremony." 

"Not anymore," You grin and crane your neck to examine the students on the premises. "Are we the only ones from our block?" 

She follows your example and hums, "Seems like it, and - oh shit, the dean's heading this way!" You snap your head and lock eyes with the dean of your department. An automatic smile curls on your lips as you acknowledge her presence by bowing your head. "Miss Kim, Seol," The older woman greets with her slender digits knotted atop her stomach. 

"Good evening, Miss Bae." You greet in return. Bae Joohyun, professionally known as Irene Bae, is the dean of your department. The woman couldn't be older than forty, fair-skinned, doe-shaped eyes framing sharp, intelligent obsidian-hued pupils, an upturned nose, a small face, and pink, plump lips. The dean is sporting a mint blue suit and white heels, and her long black hair tied in a low ponytail. The older woman's lips curl upward, "I see that it's only the two of you again from your block," She comments while you and Minjeong look at each other, uncertain. "And I'm impressed," Irene adds. You glow under her praise, "Thank you, Miss Bae." 

The latter hums, "Do enjoy the celebration." 

With that, she walks past you and Winter. You caught a whiff of the older woman's scent and let out a blissful sigh as you stagger. "Damn," Winter exhales as her head follows the older woman's slender figure, "If she wasn't the dean, I don't mind being smashed by her." 

"Agree," You giggled as you watched the older woman interact with her faculty. "I guess I have a reason to study my ass off." 

Then your stomach churns uncomfortably as an unpleasant thought voices your concern. 

That is if you have the money to enroll for the final semester.

Blood drains from your body, and your smile drops. "I should find a job that should sustain me." You mutter under your breath as another feminine voice interjects: "Minjeong!" You snap from your reverie and raise your head. You spot Chaewon standing next to Yunjin and Ryujin; gesturing a hand to Winter, who looks at you with a small smile, "I'll hang around with them, yeah?" Her tone indicates permission, and you snort at her. "You don't need to ask for my approval, Winter. Go." 

The latter guffaws and pats your shoulder, "Have a nice evening, Y/N." With that, she leaves to join the group. 

You sigh, and your posture droops as your eyes scour your surroundings. Your vision dims at the sight of extravagance oozing from your peers and faculty. You clench and unclench your hands to calm your racing nerves before the voices behind your head speak up: You don't belong here. 

And you painfully agree. How the hell did you manage to keep up? 

"Excuse me, miss," Your ears perk upon hearing an unfamiliar deep yet feminine voice. Sultry and alluring. "But have you seen Joohyun?"

Joohyun? Your brows furrow. How can someone say the dean's name so casually? 

You turn in the direction of the stranger, and your eyes subtly widen at the sight of the towering beauty behind you. Your eyes take in her appearance. Her long black hair was styled; slid back, allowing you to have a good glimpse at her smooth, fair countenance, familiar doe-shaped eyes framing those sharp, intelligent hazel-colored crevices. You mentally pick your jaw from the floor. 

"Joohyun?" Your voice came out as a squeak, and you fought the urge to palm your face. "You mean our dean?"

A playful grin curls on her plump lips, "Yes," Her hazel-colored eyes scour your features, "And my," She purrs, "Aren't you a beauty?" Your cheeks warmed as the woman continued: "I should count myself lucky for asking a pretty girl like you." A subtle shade of pink dust your cheeks as you clear your throat softly, "Thank you," You muse as you shift your weight from one foot to another. "How may I help you?"

"I'm looking for-"

"Karina," Your posture straightens upon hearing her authoritative voice. Irene takes a stand beside you. Her face turns in your direction with slight surprise before she regains her calm countenance and returns her gaze to the said stranger: Karina. 

"I see that you've met one of my students," The dean gestures a hand towards the raven-haired beauty. "Y/N, meet my..." She trails off before Karina's lips release a deep chuckle, shivers run down your spine, and your stomach churns at the sound. "Don't be shy now, Hyunnie." 

Hyunnie? 

Karina holds out her hand for you to shake, "I'm Karina Bae, her half-sister. And you are?" 

Half-sister? 

Oh

That explains the familiar features, and if you have to compare the two of them by age, Karina seems to be ten years younger than the older woman next to you. But still, both women are drop-dead gorgeous. They won the battle of genes. 

"Seol Y/N," You reply in a trance as you reach to shake her hand, expecting a handshake, but she surprises you by bringing it up to brush her mouth against your knuckles, a shock traveling up your arm at the contact. Her eyes never leave yours, and you hold your breath, afraid you'll do something embarrassing if you do. Hopefully, your face doesn't show how the action flustered you. You gawk at her as she releases your hand. 

"A pleasure, Y/N." Your body glows at the way her tongue smoothly caresses your name. It's embarrassing how quick you are to succumb to the younger Bae. You instinctively look away from her raving eyes as the dean clears her throat. 

"Easy, Karina." The dean chides, "She's my student," 

A heart-throbbing smile graces Karina's lips, "Anyways," She raises a paper bag. Was she holding something all this time? How come you didn't notice? "As you can see, sister. I just returned from France," The hazel-eyed beauty hands it to her, "And I bought a present." 

You eye the two of them, feeling as though you're intruding on a moment between the siblings. Irene's lips curl upwards and takes the paperbag, "You shouldn't have, Karina. Is that why you came here?"

"Of course," Karina grins, "I can't come back to my alma mater empty-handed now, can I?" 

"Thank you, Karina." 

The latter merely hums in reply, "I'll get going now. There's no need for me to stay if a party lacks drinks." She grins while Irene rolls her eyes. "It's protocol," 

"Sure," Karina turns to you, "Take care, Miss Seol." 

Perhaps she was waiting for you to hold your hand out again, but your brain decided that risking another touch from this gorgeous woman would have undesirable consequences. A wave sufficed for now.

"It was a pleasure meeting you, Karina." 

You were wrong. Karina doesn't even have to touch you to get you woozy. Her wolfish smirk was enough to make your knees wobble. She departs, leaving your eyes to follow her lithe physique. 

"I apologize on her behalf," The older Bae announces, and you move your gaze to her. You gulped. "She isn't usually like this. Perhaps staying in Paris rewired her behavior." You shake your head sideways, "It's fine Miss Bae. Have a wonderful evening," You tell her before bowing and departing from the dean. 

Ningning automatically bombards you with her findings while you are at the ceremony. 

"So your account has been receiving DMs," She grins with pride beaming in her delicate features as she slides you a takeout from her favorite fast-food chain, "All you have to do is to go through it with a fine-tooth comb and take your pick." She slides the MacBook in your direction, and your eyes widen at the number of requests. 

"Woah," You mumble, feeling overwhelmed. Your friend catches on and sits next to you. "You don't have to make a choice overnight. You can scour it whenever you're free." 

And that's what you did. 

You spent your lunchtime and break times scouring the site for your potential benefactor. 

For days, no one caught your eye, until a woman popped up on your screen. 

Yoo Jimin

You clicked on her profile, half of her face was hidden, but those plump lips, the lighting, and the prominent collarbones beneath the lapels of her blazer pulled you to dig deeper into her account. You press the photo where she is leaning her back against the gold railing of Hotel Olympia. Jimin was wearing a form-fitting black dress showing off her slender figure. On her hand was a champagne glass and the closest glimpse of her side profile; absolute perfection. You let out a huff and close your eyes to steel your nerves before typing:

Hello

"Ning, what are we doing here?" You inquire the younger girl as she drags you into Givenchy's boutique, the employees eyeing you warily as the latter scrutinizes the boutique before looking at you with a familiar smile.

"We're shopping for your outfit next week," If your face showed surprise, you hid it poorly. You lean close to whisper against Ningning's ear. "In here?"

The ash-blonde shoots you a look. "Duh?"

"It's expensive!"

"It's fine-"

"What can I do for you ladies?" Ningning turns to the employee and smiles, "I made an appointment three hours ago under Giselle Uchinaga's name." The older woman hums as your friend continues, "Send us your best attires for a date night for my friend-" She gestures a hand towards you, "What's your size?"

You gawk at her as the employee looks at you expectantly, "Uhm-"

"Tell her," Ningning commands, the look on her face gave no heed to protests.

You blurt out your size, and the lady nods and turns to your friend, "We'll look for her size. In the meantime do enjoy the private suite located to the left corner of our store." She gestures an open palm to one of the five private booths. Ningning seemed pleased by the suggestion and thanked the woman before grasping your wrist and dragging you to your assigned booth.

"Yizhou-"

"If you're worried about paying back, don't worry about it." She cuts you off as she grabs one of Givenchy's brochures presented on the table. "Besides," She tears her gaze from the material, "You need to look presentable for your meeting with your sugar mommy."

You purse your lips. After interacting with your benefactor for two days, you finally agreed to meet to discuss the nature of your relationship with her. She gave you the freedom to dress in whatever clothing you want, so long as you'll style it with a white scarf. That way, she'd be able to identify you and not cause any misunderstanding. Ningning pats a spot next to her on the velvet couch, "Be comfortable, Y/N. I'm here."

"This is new territory to me, Nings." You confess while rubbing your nape. The younger girl's expression softens as you sit next to her. The ash-blonde-haired girl drapes a slender arm around your shoulders. "You don't have to pay me back, Y/N." She tells you solemnly, "I take pleasure in knowing that you'll look good in your first meeting because I was there to ensure that you'll give a good impression. Now don't worry about the price tags. Gigi is aware and is willing to extend her generosity because she knows I'm friends with you, and we've been together through thick and thin."

"Gigi?" You teased with a smile, and she winked at you. Before she can say anything else, there's a knock on the double doors.

You fix your posture as your friend tells them to come in.

On cue, three women entered the room. Two of them were delicately guiding the cloth rack inside while one pushed a tray of shoes, bags, and accessories. Your jaw slacks at the collection.

"These are our finest collections," One of them declares with a smile, "Feel free to choose which ones you like." Without another word, they exit the booth, leaving you and your friend alone. "Okay," Ningning stands from her couch and approaches the dresses and takes one that caught her eye, and presents it to you. "Try this one first."

After trying on different types of attires for an excruciating hour, you found a dress you and Ningning agree on.

"Finally!" She grins as she circles you, inspecting the dress. You stare at your reflection, unable to recognize the lady in the mirror. It's a black, leather one-shoulder draped dress; it hugs your body perfectly. "It goes well when your hair is down." She notes and looks at the shoes, "Okay. Let's try shoes."

Unlike the dresses, the shoes were easier to match with your dress: Voyou slingbacks, or just quintessential black leather heels. The same goes for the small pouch just for your phone and cash to take you to Hotel Olympia, the destination of your first meeting.

"Perfect," Ningning awes, "This will be your look for your meeting." She locks eyes with your reflection, "Do you like it?"

"Yes," You breathe, and she claps her hands in delight. "We're taking it." The latter then eyes at the accessories, "One last!" She snatches a white silk twill scarf with beveled ends and styles it around your neck.

Now you don't recognize the girl in the mirror. You eye her with awe as you run a free hand from the top of your neck; down to your chest. The reflection inclines her head to the side.

You are going to be this girl next week, and you can only hope that your attire alone can coax your potential benefactor to sponsor you.

The ride from Hanyang University to Hotel Olympia is twenty minutes. 

Upon entering the hotel, the biting chill nips your skin, eliciting a shudder from you, and with your free hand, you rub your bare arm. No one seems to mind your presence. 

"Should've brought a jacket," You shudder, and a voice behind your head interjects:

But as if any of your jackets can match your attire. 

A snort leaves your lips as you scour the lobby of the hotel. 

Hotel Olympia is the largest hotel group in all of Korea with Lotte trailing behind them. Your eyes scour the area for the front desk and lock eyes with the hotel receptionist. With a smile, you approach the employee. 

"Good evening, miss." She greets, "Is there anything you need?"

"Yes," You clear your throat to steel your nerves while your feet tap against the polished marble floors. "Can you point me to Bicena Olympia?"

She fixes her posture and gestures a palm towards one of the double doors to your left. "Through that door." You follow the direction of her hand and bow at the older woman, "Thank you." Shuddering, you enter Bicena Olympia: the restaurant of Hotel Olympia: white, clean walls, cloud-like chandeliers, polished saddle-brown floorboards, and elegant yet comfortable furniture; to add life to the restaurant: it's decorated with carefully selected plants and priceless paintings. Guests from all over the country fill the walls of the restaurant with hushed chatter, laughter, the cluttering of utensils, and the clinking of champagne glasses. 

"Excuse me, miss." One of the restaurant's staff approaches you. A man, no older than twenty-five, sporting a neatly pressed suit. His hair: gelled and slid back. "Do you have a reservation?"

"Oh, yes - for Miss Yoo." 

The gentleman nods, and folds his hands behind his back, "Follow me." He turns and strides toward one of the vacant tables - you follow behind him as he pulls out a seat for you. "Thank you," You tell the man before he bows and returns to his podium. 

According to Jimin, she'll be joining you shortly. She's caught up in a meeting. You take this opportunity to fix your appearance via your phone's camera. 

From the entrance of Bicena Olympia, there emerged a woman no older than thirty-four, wearing a black long Cady dress with a plunging neckline, exposing the valley of her breast down to an inch above her navel and white heels. Her hair is styled straight and loose, and at the base of her neck lay a single gold chain necklace, emphasizing her prominent collarbones. Her right hand secures a shoulder bag, while the other, a neatly pressed, double-breasted tailored coat with red lapels.

Her hazel-colored eyes scour the restaurant, looking for a college girl with a white scarf. 

Your nails tap against the tablecloth as you wait patiently for your date, ignoring the biting chill that keeps brushing against your skin. You felt a presence behind you, wondering if it's a waiter you crane your neck - only to be stopped when you feel someone draping a thick piece of cloth over your shoulders. Hands grasping your shoulders delicately. 

"Oh-"

"Thank you for waiting, darling." Your skin tingles as you look up, pupils dilating, jaw-slacking as a familiar woman with hazel-colored eyes locks with yours; they light up with mirth as her plump, red lips curl to a bemused smile. 

"You," You breathe, inhaling her subtle but expensive perfume. The scent is so intoxicating and warm. With notes of coffee, white flowers, and vanilla, it's the perfect mix of sexy and sweet. It suits her. 

"Good evening to you too, Miss Seol." Karina chuckles deeply. Your stomach twinges blissfully at the sound as you shift beneath her intense gaze. Oh, wait - she remembers your name? Oh, lord. 

"Good evening, Karina." You stammer as one of her hands plays with your scarf. She hums absentmindedly and takes a seat across from you and as she did, your eyes shamelessly follow her graceful physique. 

Holy shit, she looks hot-

"This is a pleasant surprise," Karina starts as she knots her fingers together and shoots you a playful smile. Your cheeks dust pink. "I didn't expect to see Joohyun's pretty student so soon." 

And you didn't expect to have your potential benefactor as your dean's half-sister, either. Shit. 

"And I you, Yoo Jimin." You counter and mirror her smile. The older woman guffaws, but you didn't miss her eyes wandering from your face to your attire, and your skin tingles at her attention. "You look wonderful, Y/N." She puts her bag to the side of the table. "Are you hungry?"

Your stomach growls, and your cheeks flush as you sheepishly rub the back of your neck. "Yes - I'm hungry." 

A knowing smile graces the older girl's lips as she directs her gaze to the person behind you and nods. "Dinner's on me, Y/N. Order what you like."

A waiter immediately comes to her and distributes the menu. Karina swiftly opens it, her hazel eyes scouring her options before looking up at the waiter. "I'll take a steakhouse-style ribeye." She shifts her gaze toward you, "And for the lady?"

Your lips swiftly moved the meal that Ningning suggested for you to order:

"I'll take the balsamic-and-rosemary-marinated florentine steak." An approving look dances on the older woman's face as the waiter jots it. "How about your drinks?"

Karina looks at you, beckoning you to order first. 

"A cranberry mocktail," The waiter nods and turns his attention to the other woman, "And as for you, President Bae?"

Hold on a minute - president?

"A Sauvignon Blanc," A grin breaks from the waiter's lips, "Excellent choice, President Bae." He takes a step back. "I'll come back with your orders in approximately 40 minutes." Without another word, the man bows and strides away from your table. 

"President?" You muse as a smirk creeps on the latter's lips. "Surprise, surprise." Karina picks up her empty wine glass and examines it. You watch her intently. "I'm sure you have questions." Her eyes suddenly dart back to you, and your skin crawls. "Ask ahead, darling." 

You purse your lips, "The waiter called you president," You tread carefully, "Are you, by chance, the president of Hotel Olympia?"

"Clever girl," She purrs, and you shrink in your seat, "Yes, Y/N. I'm the president of Hotel Olympia." Damn.

She gestures for you to ask again. You clear your throat, "The name you used in your account, why use Yoo Jimin?"

Karina hums, "Yoo Jimin was the name my mother initially thought of before Irene's father changed it. They still let me keep it for casual occasions that aren't related to business." 

Your lips form to an 'o' as Karina leans close, "Is that all?"

"Yes," 

"If that's the case," She puts down her empty wine glass, "What about you, Y/N?"

A playful smile tugs your lips, "What do you want to know?"

"Your information, likes, dislikes." 

You followed through with her request, telling her everything she has to know, and the woman paid attention to every word you said. And it feels odd having someone like her listen to a girl of your caliber. 

"-I'll sponsor you," She finalizes. 

You gape at her, "Really?"

"Of course, princess." You nearly threw yourself out of the chair as your hands gripped your purse as she continued: 

"You're a catch, Y/N." She admits with honesty brewing in her eyes, "And something tells me that you're someone who must be kept at high maintenance. And I'm here for it. You chose me out of all the women out there, and you chose well." 

Your face warms at her praise as Karina leans close, "So, pretty girl, will you be mine to spoil in return for your time?"

And who are you to deny her?

"Yes," You breathily answer, and the older woman approves with a wolfish grin. "Perfect,"

And speaking of perfect- 

"Excuse me, President Bae." The waiter returns with a tray of your ordered steaks. The older woman leans back, giving them space as they distribute your meal and your drinks. Setting it down on the table, he straightened up, but not without opening the wine and pouring it into her wine glass. 

"Do enjoy your meal," 

"Wait," Karina held up her hand, halting the server before reaching into her bag. Sliding a small roll of bills out, he pulled at least five of them free to hand over. "Thank you, President Bae." Judging by the way his smile brightened, it must've been an enormous amount as the server bows deeply before leaving.

Karina snaps you back to reality by motioning to your plate. "Dig in, sweetheart, and if you want to eat anything else, speak up - it's all on me." She grins as she picks up her glass by the stem and swirls it. You watch as the liquid sloshes while the woman inhales her wine before taking light sips and releasing a sigh of contentment. Noticing your stare, she snaps her gaze to yours. You quickly look away with pink dusting your cheeks, and the older woman's lips curl to a smirk. "Say, do you have plans this weekend?"

You bring your attention back to her, recounting your plans and finding none. 

"No, I don't have plans this weekend, Karina." You blink, "May I ask why?"

"You'll see," The raven-haired beauty grins, "Enjoy your dinner, Y/N." 

Your jaw slacks upon stopping before the boutique of Patek Philippe. Karina stands beside you and puts her hand on the small area of your back. Despite her coat hanging on your shoulders, a mild shiver runs down your spine. "Come, Y/N." She beckons gently as she leads you inside the boutique. 

You stand there while the retail clerk and your benefactor talk, unsure of what to contribute to their discussion, and finally, the sales clerk gestures a hand towards the three models displayed inside a glass casing. 

"There are only three of them in the world," She proudly begins, "And it just so happens that our branch won all three of them in the auction, President Bae." Karina turns to you with a kind smile, "Pick whatever you want, sweetheart." 

The sales clerk expectantly looks at you. You snap your head to the display of watches before looking back at Karina, "Is this okay with you?"

"Consider this a sign of our beneficial partnership, darling." She goes behind you. Your breath hitches as her snake past the coat and traverses to your waist, delicate yet firm as she presses her front against your back. Karina drops her voice an octave lower, sending goosebumps trailing in her wake as she husks: 

"So choose," 

Fuck, you bite your lower lip, trying to focus while the older woman's hands rest on your hips, gently squeezing them. 

 "That one," You stammer as you point to the two-toned watch. The older woman smirks from behind as she moves to the side, leaving your back cold and aching for her warmth. "Excellent choice, miss." The sales clerk grins before shifting her gaze to your benefactor. "I'll just prepare some paperwork, and then she can wear it." 

It didn't take long for the transaction to be processed. By the time the three of you reached the counter, Karina pulled out her wallet. You watch, as her well-manicured hand gracefully takes out a JP Morgan Reserve credit card made of laser-etched palladium and gold and hands it to the register. Seconds later, Karina's sitting while the retail clerk assists you with the watch. 

"There you go," The clerk beams while you study the accessory. 

Patek Philippe reinterprets the design of its most complicated wristwatch by offering it for the first time in a "two-tone" version combining white gold and rose gold, along with brown opaline dials. The watch is accompanied by white gold cufflinks featuring a brown opaline center adorned with a hand-guilloched hobnail pattern and a rose gold Calatrava cross. 

It's beautiful, elegant, and practical. 

"What do you think, Y/N?" You turn to the latter and smile warmly at her with gratitude swimming in your eyes. "It's beautiful. Thank you, Karina."

The wealthy woman returns your smile and stands up. She holds out her arm for you, beckoning for you to intertwine your hand on her arm, and you happily indulge her as she leads you to the exit with the clerk trailing behind and bowing as you two leave the store. You examine the watch again with a small smile dancing on your lips. 

"Beautiful," Karina praises, and you tear your eyes from your watch and lock eyes with the hazel-eyed beauty. "Yeah, it is beautiful."

"I mean you," She grins, and your cheeks warmed. "But yes, I agree the watch is beautiful." 

Bemused, you asked her: "Are you this flirty with someone you just met?"

The older woman shakes her head sideways, "No, pretty girl." You freeze as she reaches to brush a stray strand of your hair behind your ear. "I meant what I said." 

Eyes wide like a dear caught in headlights, your face flushes, and you clear your throat as you step back. Karina smirks, amused by your reaction, before looking at her wristwatch. 

"Oh, my," She returns her gaze to you. "Didn't you say that the university dorm closes at 10 PM?"

"Yes," Your stomach drops as you instinctively look at the time. 

9:35 PM

"Shit," You mutter under your breath. 

"I'll drive you there," She chimes as she reaches for her bag. "I'll call my secretary." 

Before you can say anything, she already has her secretary on the line. 

"Yes, we'll drive her back to Hanyang University." Karina turns to you, "It isn't safe for her to return there alone. Yes, we'll meet by the entrance of the hotel, have the car ready." With that, she ends the call and turns to you, and raises her arm, as if to escort you. "Come, Y/N. Our ride awaits." 

Elated, you intertwine your arm with hers as she leads you to the entrance of the Hotel Olympia's building, where a sleek black Rolls-Royce car is waiting with a short-haired brunette no older than twenty-seven leaning against the passenger door. 

"Good evening, Miss Bae." The secretary turns her head to you and regards you with a bow. "Miss Seol." 

Karina opens the passenger door for you. "Let's go, darling."

Twenty-three minutes later, Karina's car parked near the entrance of the university dorm. 

"Thanks again, Karina." You bashfully tell her as you take the coat off your shoulders and hand it back to her. The older woman takes it with a smile while her secretary focuses her eyes in front. And just before you open the door, your eyes widen as your body numbs as you turn to her, Karina tilts her head, her gorgeous face contorts with curiosity. "What is it, darling? Did you forget something?"

"No," You clear your throat, "No. I forgot to ask this earlier, but, what about your sister?"

She quirks a brow, bemused. "What about her, sweetheart?"

"What if she finds out?"

The older woman exhales softly and scooches next to you as she puts her hand behind your back. A mild shiver couldn’t help but run down your spine, thanks to her fingertips gliding along your exposed skin. You almost forgot that your dress was semi-backless. 

"I'll still sponsor you, darling." Her lips curl upward, "Our arrangement doesn't concern her. We're consenting adults aren't we?"

You nod in agreement and she pats your back gently, "Good. Oh, and before I forget, send me your bank account and other apps you use for monetary transactions in the morning, yeah?"

"I will," A grin escapes your lips as she retracts her hand, and you open the passenger door, but before closing it, Karina calls out to you. 

"Oh, and Y/N?"

"Yes?" You breathe as she leans close enough for you to see her lashes, "Have a nice evening. I had fun." 

"You too," You lean away, "I had fun too." When you finally close the door, you turn away from the vehicle and stride toward your dorm with a smile that is raised on its own on your lips. 

You curse as your phone pings with notifications of Karina sending you $50,000. 

"Woah," Ningning grins as she leans away with you as more students file through the lecture hall. "Told you it worked like a charm!" You mirror her grin as she playfully swats your arm and drops her voice to a whisper. "So, who is she?"

You drop your head, "The Hotel Magnate of Hotel Olympia." 

The latter's jaw slacked, "Karina?" She blinks, "As in Karina Bae? The half-sister of our dean?"

"Hush!" 

She gasps, "Holy shit, Y/N. What if her sister finds out?"

You rest the side of your face against your palm while the other hand toys with your pen. "She said she'll still sponsor me," A small smile curves your lips as you look at Ningning as you repeat Karina's words from last night: 

"Our arrangement doesn't concern her. We're consenting adults, aren't we?"

The latter hums as she takes out her MacBook, "So are you guys exclusive or?" Your brows furrowed. Come to think of it...you look down at your watch. "I don't know. I didn't specify." The ash-blonde-haired girl hums, "It's safe to assume that you are unless you clarify it." She boots up her device and frowns as your peer's chatter amplifies. 

"Professor Jung is late." 

Your brows raise as you turn to the vacant teacher's table, "That's a first." 

Ningning shrugs, "Doesn't matter. We have free time - wanna grab a coffee-"

"Settle down students!" An authoritative voice booms inside the lecture hall, immediately silencing them. Your body bristles as the dean's slender figure enters the classroom sporting a matching black pleat short jacket and slit skirt that reaches below her knees and black heels. 

"Holy shit," Ningning snickers as she turns to look at you while the dean puts her clicker atop the desk. "Since Professor Jung is dealing with a personal emergency, I will teach in his stead." She raises her head, and your eyes lock with hers for a brief moment. 

Your posture stiffens as she turns her body towards you, "Miss Seol, tell me, what was your last discussion with Mr. Jung?" 

Your friend nudges her elbow against yours. You shoot her a look before standing up while she hides her smile as you inform Irene of your last discussion with the professor. 

"Very well," She turns and clicks on the projector, "Thank you, Miss Seol. Be seated."

An inaudible sigh of relief leaves your lips as you sit down. Your friend leans close to you with a shit-eating grin as she whispers:

"Chill, Y/N, you look like a sinner sweating inside a church." 

You nudge her side and hiss quietly at her: "Shut up." she just stuck her tongue out to you and you roll your eyes at her in response as the dean's voice fills the lecture hall, continuing Professor Jung's lesson.

Thirty minutes in, and your phone vibrates inside your pocket. You sneakily take a peek to see who it was: 

Karina

And she was asking if you want to have lunch with her if you're not busy. 

You're not

You fought the urge to smile as you reply with yes. 

She'll pick you up ten minutes after your class with the dean. 

"Gigi invited me to have lunch with her," Ningning says as she gathers her things. "That means you have to find a replacement for me as your lunch buddy."

"It's fine," You tell her as you pack your things and sling them over your new bag. "Karina invited me to have lunch with her too."

"Nice," The latter grins. "So, see you after lunch?"

"See you after lunch."

"Oh," She snaps her head back to you. "Don't forget to ask if your arrangement is exclusive or not!"

A chuckle rumbles in your chest, "I will." And you make your separate ways. 

"Your sister will see you," You mused as you approach the older woman who was leaning against her Bentley. 

Karina pushed her Hugo sunglasses to her hair, giving her luscious locks a slid-back look. The raven-haired woman was wearing a black brushed ribbed-knit top with matching tailored sailor pants and boots. The fit complimented her lithe body. On the base of her neck is a golden chain necklace. 

The older woman grins as you stand a few feet away from her. "You make it sound like I'm your paramour." 

A small smile dances on your lips, "You just got off from work?"

"It's a slow day today at the office," Her hazel-colored eyes run down your body, "And I see that you got yourself a new look." 

You look down at your attire: white, monogram Jacquard cropped jeans, a plain white shirt, and ankle boots, all from Loius Vui, just like the attire of Karina. 

"Needed a fresh look," You tell her as you check out your attire. "You like it?"

"It suits you," She smiled before opening the passenger door for you. "Shall we get lunch?"

 "Well, isn't this a surprise," Karina mused while you and Ningning gaped at each other with her arm draped around who you presume is her benefactor: Giselle who's wearing a two-piece red suit and black heels. 

"Karina," Giselle regards before looking at you and smiling, "Y/N." 

Your benefactor turns to you, surprised. "You know each other?" 

"We're friends," Ningning interjects, "I'm roommates with Y/N. Giselle knows her through me." 

"I see," 

"Be seeing you two," The conglomerate looks at her sugar baby, "Let's go to our table." Before separating, Ningning sends you a wave while Karina leads you to your designated table with her hand pressed against the small area of your back. 

"Here you go, darling." She pulls out a seat for you before sitting across from you. "Order what you like. It's on me." She winks before a waiter comes and distributes the menu. 

"So," You clear your throat as soon as you say your orders to the waiter. Karina inclines her head to the side, waiting for you to continue. "Are we exclusive?"

The raven-haired woman arched a brow, and her expression hardens. "Do you plan on cheating on me if I say no?"

"What," You sputter as your arms frantically wave as if saying no. "No, I mean - I was just clarifying-"

"Yes," Karina's features soften with mirth, "Yes, darling. We're exclusive, so relax." 

"Oh," Your cheeks flush. 

"Why? Are you seeing someone?"

"No," You squeak. Your face burns as you clear your throat and straighten your posture as you repeat your answer: "No." 

"Very well," She toys with her utensils, and a wolfish smirk plays on her plump lips. "Has anyone told you that you look cute when you're flustered?"

Your face flushes, "No," 

"Then I'm the first," After some time, she drove you back to Hanyang University fifteen minutes before your next class begins.

"Thanks for the lunch," You tell the older woman as she brings you to the other entrance of the University. The latter hums, "My pleasure," Karina then clicks her tongue, "And Y/N?"

"Yes?"

"A little bird told me that you guys have a year-end party next week," Karina begins, "And that you'll have a three-day vacation after that due to the preparations for your university week, correct?"

"Yes," You confirm as you shift your weight on your other foot. "Why's that?"

The hazel-eyed beauty tilts her head sideways, "I was wondering if you'd like to spend those days with me in Japan. I have a business convention in one of my hotels in Tokyo." She tells you with her arms folded behind her back. 

A vacation with a drop-dead gorgeous woman? How could you say no to her when she's asking you so nicely?

"I'd love to," You beam at her, and her features glow. 

"Wonderful. You have plenty of time to prepare until then..." She trails off as she approaches you and takes your hand. 

You incline your head to the side, watching her with intent before your eyes widen, your cheeks dust pink, and your skin tingles as she presses her lips against the knuckles of your fingers. 

"Be seeing you," Karina whispers as she lets go. But before you enter the main building, your sugar mommy calls out your name.

"Yes?"

"Call me 'Jimin' next time we meet," She graces you with an award-winning smile. "'Karina' sounds cold coming from you, darling. So call me Jimin instead."

"Okay then, Jimin."

With that, you enter the main building.

"Woah," Ningning snorts, "She invited you to a business convention with her in Tokyo?"

You hum as you browse through a fine selection of clothing. 

"In Tokyo?" Your friend repeats, and you give her a look, "Yeah? What about it?"

"Oh, nothing," She leans against the pillar and smirks, "It's just that you two seem to hit it off, I guess." You spare a glance at her, "Why? Did Aeri invite you to a vacation with her?"

"Yep," 

A snort leaves your nostrils, "Then that makes two of us." 

"Yeah," She concedes with a sigh as she begins to look for her new clothes. "You're right. What was the theme of our year-end party again?"

"Las Vegas-esque," You click your tongue, "I don't know, as long as we dress like the people attending casinos, we're fine." 

"So, we're supposed to dress like sluts, then?"

You and Ningning snap your heads at each other before letting out a laugh. "No!" You rebutted, "We're supposed to dress like new money or something." 

"Oh," She bobs her head, "Right."

"If you want to look like someone who goes to a casino," A steely, feminine voice interjects. You and Ningning straighten your backs as you slowly turn around to face Irene Bae, the dean of your college department. 

"I suggest you wear semi-formal attire." She turns her gaze to your friend. "And not dress inappropriately, Miss Ning Yizhou." 

"Good afternoon, Miss Bae." You and your friend say in unison as you bow to her. "At ease, ladies." 

"Sorry about that, Miss Bae." The ash-blonde hair sheepishly remarks before the dean softens her sharp features with a small smile. "I see that you've already chosen your attire, Ningning." She moves her head in your direction, causing you to lock eyes with obsidian-hued crevices. Your back feels as if someone brushed a cold hand against your skin. 

"What about you, Miss Seol?"

"Oh," You sputter as you feel small beneath her gaze. "I haven't picked one yet, Miss Bae."

The older woman hums, "If I may," She strides forward. Both you and Ningning instinctively make way for the older woman as she picks an outfit for you: A oversized, double-breasted jacket in vinyl leather and a gold belt. But despite that, you focus on her proximity and how her subtle but expensive perfume fills your nostrils. Intoxicating. 

"Try these," She coaxes, "But this is only my suggestion, Miss Seol." 

You tentatively take it from the latter, "Thank you, Miss Bae." 

"A pleasure," She looks at your watch. You fight the urge to hide it as an approving smile graces her lips. 

"Nice watch, Y/N. No wonder why there's only two of the same model left." She raises her arm and pulls back her sleeve to show you the black variation of the watch. "I have the second-to-the-last model." Irene grins, the sight surprising you. "I suppose that you and I share the same pleasures in life." 

"You and me, both." You agree with a steady smile. The older woman regards you and your friend. "I best be going now. You ladies enjoy." 

"Goodbye, Miss Bae." Ningning bows, and you follow her example. Once she's out of earshot, the latter turns to you with her lips curling upward t a smirk. "So, you're going to try her suggestion?"

You raise the pair before looking back at her. "I think I will. I mean, have you seen the way she dresses?" Your friend agrees, "Alright, try it, and I'll give you my feedback."

"Thanks, Ning." 

"Holy shit - Y/N, is that you?" You snap your head as Yeji's voice fills your ears despite the EDM music blasting over the speakers.

"Yeji!" You return her greeting as she approaches you and Ningning. The older girl wore a white tweed suit and heels. "Geez, girl." The chestnut-haired girl scours you from head to toe, "You look amazing!"

"Have you seen yourself in the mirror?" You counter, and she playfully hits your shoulder, "Yeah - but seriously, you look good."

"Thanks," You wink at her before she pats your shoulder, "I see Lia at the other end of the room. If you wanna drink and hang with us, our table is open." 

"Duly noted," You tell her before she nods her head and then leaves to join her group. While waiting for Ningning to arrive at the party, you mingled with your peers with a mocktail in your hand. Despite it being a year-end party, alcoholic drinks are still prohibited. 

"Finally!" You exasperated upon seeing a familiar face. Ningning rolls her eyes at you as you hand her a drink. "I thought you aren't going to show up." 

"And waste the outfits we bought for this party?" She scoffs, "No fucking way. You look good, by the way. Miss Bae has good taste." 

"I agree," You nudge her by the arm. "Yeji told me I looked amazing earlier, too." The latter cranes her neck, "What is it?" She snaps her attention back to you, "Oh, nothing." Then, Ningning smirks. "It's just that you've gained some attention." 

"The good kind, I hope?" You follow her example; indeed, Ningning's right. You've attracted stares from your peers. 

"Can't blame them though," She shrugs, "You've been wearing pants and trousers for the whole semester. The sight's refreshing." 

A scoff leaves your lips, "I feel like I'm giving the 'ugly duckling' effect." 

"So about your arrangement with Karina," A hum reverberates from your chest, "Did you clarify?"

"Jimin and I are exclusive," You sip your drink, and the beverage smoothly runs down your throat; you sigh. "Speaking of, are you and Aeri exclusive?"

"Yep," She emphasizes the 'P', "Gigi made it clear the moment we first met." 

"Hey, you're Y/N, right?" 

Ningning stands close to you. Her expression sharpens as she whispers: "Oh no, a man is approaching." 

"Who?" 

"Beats me," She whispers back. "I ain't leaving you." 

"Thanks,"

"Excuse me?"

"Hello," You greet him with a clipped tone as a stranger approaches you. The first thing that strikes you is how strong his perfume smelled. Oh, god.

"You're Y/N, right? From Professor Jung's class?"

"Yes?" 

He grins and takes a step close. You instinctively step back while Ningning observes him with her purse ready. "I was wondering if you girl want to join our table?"

Ha! No, thank you. But your friend spoke on your behalf.

"No thanks," She grabs your arm, "We're okay right where we are." 

"It'll be fun," He tries, and you hide your shudder as your skin prickles under his gaze. Your posture bristles as you drape your arm around Ningning's waist. "No, thank you." 

He is about to say something when another voice chimes in from behind. Cold, steely, and cutting. But vaguely familiar. 

"Are we interrupting something?"

On cue, all three heads snap to no other than the Bae siblings. But your focus is on Karina, whose expression's harsh, and her gaze: piercing, and dare you to say hostile?

"Good evening, Miss Bae," All three bow before the two powerful women, "I'll get going now," The guy sheepishly excuses himself, and your benefactor's face softens, but that was cut short when her haze-colored eyes traverse on your attire - did her eyes just darken?

"Miss Bae, what brings you to the year-end party?" 

"Karina and I just finished discussing matters regarding University Week. She'll help sponsor the program." 

"Oh," Karina's lip curled upward while she ran her eyes up and down your body, sending goosebumps in her wake. "That's right. And my, Y/N. You look ravishing." 

"Thanks," You breathe to calm your nerves as you fought to say her name. Did Irene arch a brow between you and Karina? Or was it just the strobing effect of the lights in the venue? You mentally shake your head sideways as you focus on another fact that the sisters look good - Karina looks good - ravishingly beautiful. The woman wore a soft white double lapel slashed cropped jacket finished with a single button fastening matching a soft white asymmetric mini skirt and platform thigh-high black boots. And to finish off the look, she styled her hair damp and slid it back with Bulgari rings adorning her well-manicured hands. 

"I chose that attire for her," Irene chimes and Karina snaps her attention to her older sister before raising a brow at you. You chose to ignore it. 

"I see," Karina notes absentmindedly, "No wonder I spot a change in style," she adds with a tone you can't decipher. 

"Hey, Y/N!" Yeji's voice interjects before she gets cut off by another voice:

"Oh - they're with the dean-"

"It's fine," Irene raises an open palm, "We'll be on our way." 

Oh...

Karina sends you a coy smile before leaving with her older sister, leaving your eyes to trail after her as they disappear from view. 

"Damn," You whisper while Ningning snickers, "Easy girl, we can't have the floor all slippery with you drooling after her." 

"Oh, shut up." You hiss at her while Yeji and Lia invite you and Ningning to their table. 

"Excuse me, ladies," You announce, "But I need to go to the comfort room." 

"Want me to go with you?"

You held up a hand, "No thanks, I can manage." 

Yeji nods in understanding while Ningning chatters with Yuna. 

The door creaks open as you enter the clean CR to check on your appearance. Not long after, another woman enters the CR, but you didn't bother to raise your head to see until you feel two slender arms snake around your waist, pressing your back against her strong front as her voice fills the room:

"I didn't know that you and my sister saw each other." You hastily turn away from the sink as Jimin's slender figure stands in front of you, your back pressed against the marble sink. 

"Easy, darling." She purrs, "It's me,"

"Jimin," Your breath hitches as the woman before you smirk in delight. 

"I said it once, and I'll say it again," She leans dangerously close to your face. You hold your breath as her perfume fills your nose, "You look ravishing, darling. Exquisite too, if I may," Your hands grip her arms as she continues:

"But the next time you go shopping, call me." Her cold breath fans against the skin of your face. "I'll make time for you." 

Shit, she's too close - you can't think!

You instinctively lean away with your heart ramming harshly against your ribcage, "I will," You fought the urge to slap yourself for the way your voice sounded. "You look beautiful, Jimin. Nice touch on the hair." 

A grin escapes her lips, "I knew that you were attending. I had to dress to impress you, baby." 

"And I am," You tell her breathlessly as she pins you gently against the sink as she moves her head to the side of your face, her breath fans against the outer lobe of your ear, eliciting a shudder from you. 

"But I don't think I can leave you alone tonight, sweetheart. Especially when they have their eyes on you." She moves her head to your neck, her lips brush against your skin, and you bite your lip to prevent an embarrassing sound from coming out. 

"Shall I do something about it?" Your hoarsely suggested, and the older woman chuckles. "You can indulge me, pretty girl." 

A gasp leaves your lips as she pecks the side of your neck. Your skin thrums at the action as your hands shamelessly traverse to her back, flushing her against you, eliciting a dark chuckle from the woman's lips as her other hand goes up to your neck, then at the back of your skull where she takes a handful of your hair and gently pulls it back, your look up at her, eyes dark and glazed.

"I know I have such an effect on you, darling." She rasps, her voice an octave lower. "I'll be blunt, baby. I want you the moment I saw you in Bicena Olympia." 

Your lungs betray you as the latter presses her hips against yours. "Will you grant me this?"

Not trusting your words, you give the simplest form of reply by pecking the corner of her lips. Jimin returns it by locking her plump lips against yours, swallowing your cries of delight before pulling away, her hazel-colored eyes dark, almost abysmal as her sister's. 

"I'm taking you home," She gasps, and you don't have a problem with it. 

Of course, the Hotel Magnate would be staying at the penthouse of her hotel. And that same hotel magnate has her legs spread with you in between. Karina's skirt and boots are haphazardly discarded somewhere on the floor, while your double-breasted blazer jacket is loose. 

Her hair was strewn beautifully all over her pillows a blissful moan leaves the older woman's lips as you lap her juices. Her hand grips your hair, eliciting a hum from you as she rocks her hips against your tongue. Your hands fist the sheets as you flatten your tongue to let her do as she wishes and groan when your nose bumps against her clit. 

"Fuck, keep going, baby." She purrs, "You do me so well - fuck!" She drops her head against her soft pillows; a groan leaves your lips as her walls squeeze your tongue and your hips rut against the mattress, hoping for some friction, but Karina tugs on your hair as a warning. You obey your mistress as your lips traverse from her core to her clit and bite it. The hazel-eyed goddess sighs in satisfaction. 

She's close, by the telltale signs of her fluttering walls, and a surge of wetness touches your tongue, and you didn't hesitate to lap her essence until her thighs shake from overstimulation - that's when you pull away and rest your cheek against your thigh while you squirm as your arousal dampens your underwear - and it's starting to become uncomfortable. 

"Good girl," She praised and caressed the top of your head. "I will reward you." Karina presses a kiss against your forehead. 

"Stay here," She whispers, "I'll get something, okay?"

"Yes," You pant as the latter slips away gracefully, and while she's away for a moment, you inhale her scent in the sheets and sigh blissfully. She smells divine. 

The bathroom door opens, and you look up to see Karina standing - naked, allowing you to see her lithe physique. Her body is carved with perfection. Your eyes travel lower and - your jaw slacks. Trapped to her hips was a strap. 

A double-ended strap. 

Karina's eyes ate you up predatorily as she stalks towards you, but your eyes were focused on the long, thick strap between her legs. You watch, slacked-jawed as she sits on the bed with her back against the headboard. Her hazel-colored eyes glaze with lust as she rakes her eyes at your figure. 

"Strip," She commands, and you didn't need to be told twice as you quickly, haphazardly discard your clothes, leaving them to flood her marble floors. "Good girl," She purrs as her slender hand pats her thigh. "Now come to me." 

You oblige by crawling to her. Your cunt flutters due to exposure as you crawl towards your mistress with hooded eyes, Karina watches you intently as you straddle her strong thighs, hands on her shoulders while the pads of her fingers dance around your hips while her lips press butterfly kisses around the pillar of your neck before going behind your ear:

"Ride me,"

Say less

With a puff of your breath, Karina helps you align your sopping cunt to her faux cock. The latter grunts as you slowly sink into her thick cock. You bounce up and down, pussy rubbing against hers as you dig your nails against Karina's shoulders, hearing the older woman hiss, you loosened your grip, muttering: "Sorry-"

She cuts you off by flushing you against her and thrusting her hips, faces contorting with pleasure, and her lips curl to a wolfish smirk when your lips let out streams of moans. 

"It's okay, baby - oh fuck. Keep doing it. Ride me, harder." 

"Fuck," You mewl as your hips meet her thrusts, your jaw drops into an 'O' shape as your release a particular squeal that has Karina groaning and caresses your ass before she spanks it roughly, emitting a whimper from your mouth as you hide your head in the crook of her neck while her lips attack your neck by sucking. Walls clenching and throbbing around her, you were so slick and wet that your juices dripped down on her thighs. 

"Yeah, just like that." Karina gasps, letting out a guttural moan as the other side of the strap digs against her clit. Karina thrusts her hips upward in motion with yours, fucking you hard and deep that your vision grew irregular as a strange pressure grows on your stomach, your insides pulsing and tingling - you're close.

"Karina," You mewl, and you press yourself harder against her, your position coming off as intimately close. "I'm close - please-"

"Keep going," She growls, pounding into you harder to the point that her thrusts are shallow. Both bodies are covered in a thick sheen of sweat as beads of exertion form on both your foreheads. The smell of perfume and sex permeates in the air accompanied by sinful noises coming from you and the older woman. 

The pressure grows strong inside of you, losing all inhibition as you kiss the older woman - searingly, all-consuming as she swallows your moans. Her arms snake around you, pulling you impossibly closer to her hot body as you come undone with a gnawing urge to say something - call out the title the woman deserves. 

But you refuse at the embarrassing possibility, so instead, you pull away and bite her shoulder, earning you a moan from the older woman as she cums. Both ends of the strap are covered with your juices as her hips stutter. 

Fire consumes your body as you lift your head from her shoulder and gently kiss the mark you left on the woman before resting your head on the crook of her neck, both chests heaving harshly for breath while your mistress brushes a hand against your back. 

You lean away from her, and you're greeted with an equally spent Karina whose lips curl to a satisfied smirk. "Do you want me to clean you up?"

You shook your head sideways, not wanting to leave her arms. 

"Very well," She pecks your lips as she grabs the duvet with her other hand to cover your lower parts without pulling out of you. She adjusted the both of you while her faux cock stays inside you, coaxing a soft moan out of you as she whispers in your ear: 

"Sleep, pretty girl. We have a flight to catch tomorrow."

"I'll take a shower," You said. 

"And I'll join you," Karina said, "It'll be faster." She said.

Well...

The bathroom echoes with your shared moans as the older woman plows into you with utter control as she presses you firmly against the marble wall. 

You don't know how long you two were at it. All you could do was claw Karina's back in pure bliss as water runs down your bodies. 

"Shit," Karina mewls, "Fuck, baby. You're so tight!" She emphasizes by roughly pounding into you as the other end of the dildo rubs against her walls deliciously, causing you to throw your head back against the wall. 

Despite the running water, it doesn't conceal the sounds of obscene activity you and the older woman are doing. 

You cry out and wrap your arms around her shoulders as she hits the spot that makes you see stars. You dig your heels against her ass, forcing her to thrust deeper into you. Her faux cock blissfully rubs against your walls as she fucks you into the wall. 

"Are you close?" She moans when you kiss her Adam's apple before forcing your head against the wall with her other hand. "Answer me, pretty girl." 

"Yes," You whine and clench your walls for good measure. 

Karina's hips stutter before she pistons her hips at a harsh pace that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head with profanities befalling from your lips. 

The older woman watches you with carnal delight as you writhe under her ministrations. 

You look so pliant, so exquisite - hers. 

The hazel-eyed beauty bristles with feverish desire as she combs her damp hair with her free hand, giving her a messy, slid-back look that makes her devastatingly attractive before she puts her hand back on your hips, keeping you still as she bullies your cunt with her cock. 

"Close," You cry out, "Oh - so close-" There's that urge again, and you refuse it by kissing the older woman who returns it with equal energy as you cum so hard it's blinding. 

Your entire body goes slack, and Karina holds you up with her hands caressing your hips slowly. 

"You okay?" She bemused before pecking your bare shoulder. 

"I don't think I can walk," You mumble as you close your eyes. Karina hums and rests her head against your hammering chest. A whimper leaves your lips as Karina shifts her hips with the strap still lodged inside you. Karina coos in your ear encouragingly, rubbing your hips to ease you, and pulls the strap out with a wet squelch. 

"Fuck," You moan as the strap slips out of you. Your beaten walls ring with sensitivity, and you can't tell if it's better or worse now that Karina pulled out. 

"Did I do too much?" She whispers as she holds you securely. Her touch is gentle and soothing as she caresses your back and waist. 

"Maybe?" You cheekily reply, "I was too busy enjoying it to notice." 

This elicits a grin from the older woman as she pecks your lips. "I'll carry you back into the room. We have a flight to catch at 6 PM."

"Thanks," You sigh as you wrap your arms around the latter and flush against her warm body as she brings you to her room. 

The trip to Tokyo was smooth sailing. 

The older woman always had her arm on the small area of your back whenever you go out together, even during her meetings with clients and investors. There's never a dull moment with your sugar mommy. You exit the stores carrying bags of Gucci, YSL, and Loius Vui. Designer brands? You name, you have it!

These shopping sprees paired with dinners at the finest restaurants in the city had you ready to give Karina what she wanted: you. 

Not that you minded. Especially when Karina gives you mind-blowing orgasms; you'd let her do anything to you, even slip a vibrator inside you without any chances of coming undone.

You bite your lower lip to suppress a whine as the device edges you once again. Your hands grip the utensils while Karina talks with one of her loyal clients with a dangerous gleam dancing in her eyes. Your walls clench around the vibrator, your arousal dampening your underwear. You can only hope that it won't stain your dress. Your thighs quiver whenever you move as the vibrator strikes deeper, forcing you to bite into your pasta to prevent an embarrassing moan from leaving your lips. 

Hot and bothered, you shakily reach for a glass of water as Karina turns to look at you, her carnal delight hiding behind the mask of faux curiosity. 

"How about you, darling? Do you like the food Chef Nakamoto made?"

"Yes," You say through gritted teeth as Karina adjusts the dial to 'high'. 

"Well," Sakura, the client, chimes with a warm smile. "I enjoyed the dinner. I'll have my secretary have the documents ready by tomorrow. Thank you, Miss Bae." 

Karina stands up, and you follow her example as you three bow together and head back to her penthouse suite. 

The balcony allows you to have a good view of Tokyo's city lights. Aside from the pool, there's also a canopy bed good for a couple a few feet from the pool. 

You hold on to one of the railings as Karina leads you by the pool while the device vibrates inside you. You grip her hand, garnering the attention of the former as you look at her with pleading eyes. 

"Can I cum, please, Karina?" You begged, "I can't hold it any longer." 

God, begging is so unbecoming.

But the older woman replies with a vile smirk as she raises your hand to her lips. "It entices you, doesn't it?" She sneers, "Being denied over and over again in public." 

"Karina-"

"Easy, princess." She chuckles as you clench your thighs together. "Why don't you join me in the pool tonight, hm? The moon looks nice." 

You swallow hard and nod, not trusting your words as the woman pecks your lips. "Your swimsuit is in the living room, and meet me in the pool once you're dressed."

"Okay," you whisper against her lips before she walks past you. 

With shaky legs, you enter the living room and fetch the swimsuit that lay atop the cushioned settee, and changed in one of Karina's bathrooms with the vibrator still inside you. 

Upon reaching the pool, Karina's already in the pool with her hand securing the stem of her wine glass. The woman is wearing a goddamn revealing swimwear, backless and sexy, giving you a good view of her amazing back view. 

"There you are," She turns around with a smirk. "I thought you took care of your inconvenience in the living room." 

You shake your head sideways while the low hum of the vibrator squelches inside of you. "I could never do that when you can do it better." 

She guffaws and pats the ledge of the pool. "Sit. You've been a good girl." 

You oblige and sit on the ledge of the pool as Karina makes her way to you. The pool sloshes at her movements as she stops before your closed thighs. She places her drink on the ledge before using both hands to pry your thighs apart. You breathe in her scent as she comes closer, glazed hazel eyes watching your faces as one of her fingers moves the rim of your swimwear and underwear, eliciting a soft mewl from you as the pads of her digits play with your slick folds. 

"Look at that," She bemused, "You're so wet." 

And she pulls out the vibrator, eliciting a moan from you as she turns the device off and puts it on the ledger. The older woman kisses the inner area of your thigh before pulling away to sit on the shallow side of the pool. 

"Join me," She coaxes, and you didn't need to be told twice as you drop to the pool, the cold, yet oddly satisfying water soothes you as you swim towards the older woman who has her arms resting on the ledges. She uses one hand to beckon you closer and sit on her lap. 

Your slick rubs against her skin and mixes with the water while you keep your hands to your sides, unsure of the outcome if you allow yourself to touch her. 

Karina inclines her head as she snakes both arms around your waist, pressing you firmly against her lean body. "It's okay," She whispers and assaults your neck with butterfly kisses. "You can touch me, baby." 

A sigh escapes your lips as you play with the ends of her hair while ignoring the throbbing in your core. 

Karina's hand caresses your back, "You've been a good girl, aren't you?" She inhales your scent and sighs. You've been wearing her signature scent for the entirety of the vacation, marking you as hers. 

She pulls you for a soft, sensual kiss. Her lips are plump and warm as it molds and moves against yours. Your hands cling to her nape. Her hands move freely against your straddled figure while your thighs trap her below you. A deep rumble echoes from her chest as your bodies begin to heat up with desire. 

You kiss her until your lungs burned. 

And when you feel your lungs constricting, you pull away with batted breath. 

"Keep up with me, darling." She teased, "I'm going to reward us both." 

Before you can ask, her hand goes down to your pelvis and moves the fabric aside, and thrusts three fingers into you.

You arch against her, moaning in sinful delight for receiving what she had been denying you for hours.

"Fuck!" You mewl as her other hand grabs the back of your hair and pulls it back, leaving your neck open and vulnerable for her as she sucks on every exposed expanse of your skin until it changes to a hue of light pink that'll turn to blue, green and wine-like stains the next morning. 

"So sensitive," She teases, and you clench your walls in retaliation earning a soft gasp from her as more of your slick exits your folds. 

"So drenched," She adds as she deepens her digits, earning her another moan from you as you allow your head to fall on her broad shoulder as she fucks her fingers into you. Your nails dig into her skin as she increases her pace, and the pool sloshes with your ministrations as you roll your hips against her hand. 

It didn't take long for her to rub a spongey area of your walls - your eyes roll to the back of your skull as you come undone unannounced. 

"That's a good girl," Karina praises as she helps you ride your high and gently nips your neck. "I hope you're not too spent yet, darling." She rasps as she licks your jaw, making you whine before pulling away and kissing you gently. 

"Come," Karina helps you get up and situates you on the ledge as she grabs a towel stationed near you and wipes your skin dry before reaching your legs. She parts them, eliciting a mewl from you as she lightly dabs the mess you left in between your legs. 

"Easy, baby." The Hazel-eyed goddess grins, "We're not done yet." Teasingly, she cups your cunt, making your thighs slightly jump at her soaked hand and shooting you a wink when you whined. 

Karina's touches are soft, teasing, and sensual. 

And it's driving you crazy as she helps you slip out of the pool and to the canopy bed. 

She laid you gently against the sheets while she took off her swimsuit and disappeared inside. Minutes later, she comes out with a strap harnessed in between her legs, gesturing for your clothes to be removed.

You clumsily take the swimwear off your skin, leaving it on the floor as the woman joins you. 

Karina perches her knee on top of the soft mattress and crawls toward you like a lioness cornering her prey. The sinews of her muscle showed as she looms above you, her toned arms cage your sides, and her legs caged yous. Unabashed, you look at her lips before raising your head to capture them. You release yourself from the towel and latch onto her back. The black-haired woman moans and presses you against the mattress as she kisses you with an all-consuming passion. Karina's hands glide to your wrist and pin them to the sides of your head as she grinds her faux cock against your seeping cunt. 

Your sugar mommy pulls away and attacks the expanse of your neck with kisses that morph into generous bites. You close your eyes and allow your head to fall on the soft pillows. 

Your hips jut against hers - the older woman bites your collar in return as her arousal drips down her thighs. 

"On your stomach," She commands. You obey.

"Hips up," Karina growls. You obeyed, allowing her to see your swollen cunt that was already dripping with arousal. "Good girl," She purred and slapped your folds, making you cry out as more of your essence dripped down.

The older woman uses your slick to coat her cock before looming above you, her hands trapping you on opposite sides before her right hand moves to your neck, applying pressure, causing you to gasp and jut your hips at her dildo. 

Karina's other hand digs her nails against your neck, making you hiss in both pleasure and pain as she thrusts her entire length. The head easily parts your folds as she glides into you with one swift motion, impaling you entirely with her cock. The sheer girth of her shaft spreads your cunt until your walls are stretched thin around her length. You find yourself screaming in a mix of pain and erotical delight as you claw the sheets and you gasp for air, practically winded by the first thrust. Compared to her fingers, you feel full. Your walls fluttered, pulsing around her as Karina sets a brutal pace.

"Karina," You cry out as her hand leaves your neck and kisses your shoulder. Her hips hit the curvature of your ass. You can feel her abs flex and stiffen at her pace. 

"Y/N," She moans, holding you down by your shoulders as she jackhammers inside you while the bulb presses into her walls. You both feel hot and dripping in sweat as she meets every roll of your hips. Your head falls against the pillows, letting the older woman have her way with you as her lips chase your neck and bite your skin, making you cry out as she spanks you. 

"Mine," She growls against your ear and gently bites it. "You're mine, baby. Do you understand?"

Your cunt clamps vigorously, sweat finally dripping from your temple as lust has finally taken over you, moaning with abandon, your mixed juices now trailing down your thighs, body covered in both sweat and Karina's marks. 

Her patience runs thin, and she thrusts harshly, "Answer me, pretty girl. Do you fucking understand?"

Your stomach coils, and your arms shake under her thrusts as she keeps her body close to yours. 

"Yes - mommy." 

Oh shit

You hope she didn't hear you. 

The older woman digs her nails into your hips, pounds becoming more desperate, feral. Her hands grope any skin available for her as her need for release pushes her closer to the edge. 

You aren't far behind her, either.

And she knows this, too. 

The way your stomach coils and twists, toes curling, back arching, and your moans were high-pitched, sobs choked, and your mewls were breathy as she begins to thrust with abandon, you drop your head as you cry out her title, incensed by your wails, her pace inhumanly fast and-

You let out a loud moan as you felt her cock brush your g-spot, making your back arch against her front. A vile grin breaks into Karina's lips as she repeatedly aims the spot, making your arms weak and your thighs quiver with every penetrative slam. Moan after moan leaves your lips.

"Are you close?"

"Yes," You whimper with your eyes closed. A broken sob escapes your lips when her teeth dig against your nape, sending shocks of pleasure shooting right through you. 

"Repeat my title, baby." She rasps. 

What?

"Mommy," She clarifies, "Call me mommy when I fuck you." 

So she did hear...

"Are you close?" She repeats. Another broken sob leaves your lips as you replay to her: "Yes, mommy - fuck, I'm so close."

Karina bends down to press a kiss on your marked shoulder before stilling her hips as you cum. Your walls fluttered as the older woman cums too. 

She drops her head against your nape, and her warm breath fans your sensitive skin as her arm wraps gently around yours. Swallowing thickly, she pulls out. 

You let out a frail moan as more of your cum leaks out of your abused cunt. The older woman delicately helps you lay on your back, finally allowing you to see her. 

Karina looks beautiful in the afterglow of sex, her pristine appearance is slightly flushed, and her lips are swollen. 

"Can you do one more for mommy?" She murmurs as she maps your face with light kisses. 

And who are you to deny her? You cup her face and peck her plump lips. "Use me, mommy."

A smirk breaks past her pretty lips. "Hips up," She gently commands. You obey her and raise your hips, wincing at the sore feeling that shoots in your hips. Karina quickly places a pillow underneath your hips as her lips find yours, consuming you again.

Your hands circle her neck as you give in to her kiss, hands gripping themselves on your waist, pressing you hard on her bed as if to keep your scent there, and moaning softly when your tongue breaches into her mouth. 

The older woman grinds her pelvis against yours, smearing your thighs with your juices as her lips latch onto your neck, biting her marks, making you roll your eyes to the back of your skull as shocks of pleasure ripple through you.

Sheer libido sticks in the air as she pushes herself inch by inch. Nails digging against the skin of her back; a breathy mewl breaks past your lips, and the sting of sensitivity ripples through you. Karina hides her face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent as she further pushes herself deeper, indulging in your moans. 

"Mommy's got you," She coaxes, and her hips begin to move. 

Gasping at the intrusion as she pounds into you with newly-found vigor, your body falls limp, allowing her to use you as she further spreads your legs apart to create more room for her to fuck herself into you, her pace bristling with need. 

"Ah-fuck!" You cry out with ecstasy when she impulsively bites the center of your neck.

Your mistress growls and pulls away with a wolfish grin on her lips as she snaps her lips with need. 

The dark-haired goddess suddenly slows her pace, pulling out until the bulbous head remains, before slamming right back in, and a wanton moan befalls your lips, eyes closing and mouth agape, letting out your sounds of moans of delirium, and Karina is incensed by this and angles her hips in a particular fashion that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head, whimpering "Mommy" on the lobe of her ear, driving her insane and increases the power of her thrusts, rutting into you whilst you litter her neck with kisses, all the while leaving red vertical lines on her strong back.

You could practically hear the bed mimicking your trembling legs beneath the older woman as your cunt takes her. The squelching sounds add to the symphony between the two of you. 

The older woman growls and presses you harder, fucking you to her bed, hips snapping back and forth, teeth gritted, beads of sweat rolling down her temple, strands of hair falling to the side of her perfectly sculpted face. 

You pull her close to you, legs trembling as they wrap around her waist, attempting to pull her closer and giving Irene the advantage of pushing her cock deeper inside your weeping walls, hitting your bundle of nerves.

"That's it, baby." The hazel-eyed beauty grunts with effort, her pace merciless, forcing you upward so that she has to wrap her arms around you to keep you in place. 

"You're taking mommy so well." 

Tenderly, she cups your jaw and massages your cheek, startling you as her hips are in contrast to her hand.

"You belong to me now, love." She whimpers as you jut your hips. "Say it, that you belong to me." 

"I belong to you, mommy." You whimpered, causing the woman above you to close her eyes, heart fluttering upon hearing the sound of her title falling perfectly from your lips. "I-I'm close, please, please don't stop."

"I won't," She prompts softly, hitting deeper, the sensation rippling within you overwhelms your body. You're pushed over the edge with a sob as your body racks with pleasure; another orgasm crashes through you like a truck as you fall limply, squirting around her cock. 

But she keeps fucking into you. 

"Mommy," You mewl as you try to pry her off. "Too much," 

"One more," She pants, "Give me one more, love. Can you do that - fuck - for me?"

You can't, your legs feel like lead, your body is already covered with sweat and marks, and your lower region felt like it was about to split in half. But in determination to please your mistress, you nod, with tears welling in your eyes before she moves her hips at a smooth, steady pace. You cry out as the ring of sensitivity and overstimulation shoots in your cunt as she takes you raw, your eyes already spilling with tears as her speed picks up, pulling her closer until your bodies feel like molding together. 

Karina slaps your clit, making you jolt and cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain.

She kisses you feverishly; she swallows your whimpers as she doubles the pace, making your back arch against her front. 

You cry out helplessly as she throws your legs over her shoulder, allowing her to hit much deeper spots within you and running with effort as her pace becomes sloppy, both walls painfully throbbing for release as your broken moans fuel her and the thin line between pain and pleasure blurred as she stuffs you with her cock. 

"More," You panted and clawed her back for leverage. "I'm so close, mommy. So, so close." 

"You like that, hm?" She pants and moans softly when your stomach bulges from her thrusts. "Like it when mommy fucks you senseless? Treat you like a fuckdoll?"

You screamed as her tip kissed your cervix. You tangled your hand around her locks and tugged it harshly, making Karina hiss and speeds to a despearate pace. Your eyes roll to the back of your skull as the tip keeps kissing your cervix, drawing you closer to your impending orgasm. 

You latch your lips around her neck, sucking and biting her collarbones, and her hoarse moans fill your ears as you bite her Adam's apple, feeling her stutter in her thrusts and punishing you for it by drilling into you at a bruising pace, your vision hazy, your body heavy, skin covered by a veil of sweat as your hands grab onto her biceps or anything that will anchor you from her frantic pace, the skin on your inner thighs burning from the contact, dragging her fake cock in and out of your quivering folds. 

Small hips jutting in sharp precision that she flaunts whenever she has a chance, she palms your cheeks, tilting your head up for a kiss, tangibly tender and sensual compared to her pace. The older woman kisses you gently while fucking you senselessly. 

The coil in your stomach suddenly snaps with the tension, and then comes the onslaught of immense white-hot ecstasy, curling, and roaring like a beast in your stomach, the pressure between your legs immeasurably high. You clamp around her one last time, vision blackening as she throws you to your orgasm, blinding you until it consumes you whole, and you're shaking ferociously.

Karina bites your shoulder and comes hard with a harsh shudder. You held onto her tightly. Lungs panted for batted breath as she cradles you, prepping her kisses all over your face and brushing the stray strands of hair behind your ear as you tremble in her arms. 

"Sh," She coaxes, "I got you. You did so well." She pressed another kiss on your lips, allowing you to anchor yourself into her. "Hang on, baby. I'll carry you to the bed inside, okay?"

Throat raw from moaning and screaming, you nod, and the woman carries you effortlessly without pulling out. You tighten your arms around her, feeling her against your walls as she carried you inside your private quarters. 

She lay you gently against the bed and gently pulls out from your battered walls, and throws the toy somewhere in the room as she lays beside you, her arms automatically finding yours as she flips you so you can be on top of her while the other hand reaches for the sheets so she can keep you warm. 

"Thank you," You croaked as you rest your head against her chest and inhaled her soft scent. 

Karina returns your gratitude with a soft kiss against your forehead and rubs your back softly, lulling you into sleep. But not without hearing her raspy voice:

"Goodnight, darling. And thank you for indulging me." 

"Here we are," Karina parks the car near the university's main building. You tear your gaze away from the window and towards your provider. 

"Thanks, Karina." You lean and peck her cheek before exiting the car. 

"Wait," The latter calls out and follows after you. The ends of her coat dance in the wind as Karina stands beside you. "I'll escort you there." It wasn't a request, but you didn't mind as you offer to her your hand. Karina smiles brightly, her skin glowing as the golden rays of the sun kiss her face, giving her hazel eyes a bright glow as she takes your hand. You walk together. 

"Are you free after class?" She inquires as your footfalls clack against the pavement. 

For her? 

"Yes," 

"Then I'll pick you up ten minutes after classes, yeah?"

"Sure-"

"And what do we have here?" You freeze while Karina whips her head to the back, where her sister - the dean is standing with her hands on her hips with a perfectly arched brow directed at the both of you, her expression: surprised. 

"Irene," Karina greets with a coy grin as you turn to face her. The Hotel Magnate quickly wraps her arm around your waist, pulling you close to her while you bow respectfully towards your dean. 

"Good morning, Miss Bae." 

"At ease, Miss Seol." 

You straighten your back to see that the dean has her eyes on her sibling, and a small smile graces the older Bae's lips. 

"So, when did you start boning one of my students, sister?"

"That's a long story, Joohyun." She looks at you, "Come on, I'll take you to the building." You eagerly agree with your paramour and bow to the dean again before leaving her standing there. 

"What are we going to do?" You whisper to her, and she sends you a wink. 

"She won't interfere, darling." She peers over her shoulder and smirks before returning her gaze to you and kissing you softly. 

"You're mine. Remember that." Karina breathes against your lips. "And my sister can't do a thing about it." 

Fin

[dreamyaeri]

Ready to be fucked in front of the mirror

[dreamyaeri]

I would like any giselle you can give me please she is so under appreciated yet she’s the finest woman ever omg

warning: exhibitionisim

gigi is so under appreciated. she is so fucking hot too.

i feel like aeri really likes exhibitionism. she knows she's hot as fuck, and there's nothing hotter to her than someone seeing her rail you on a balcony while she's you're on vacation or something. she doesn't know if it's the adrenaline or the way your moans are louder in public, but it gets her soaking wet. if anything, she'll try to find ways for you guys to fuck outside so that people could hear the two of you. going shopping? she'll eat you out in the changing rooms. swimming? she'll finger you underwater. going out for a drive? aeri would give you head while you're trying your best to focus.

men and minors dni.

[dreamyaeri]

[dreamyaeri]

ᴷⁱⁿᵏᵗᵒᵇᵉʳ ᴰᵃʸ ³🎈

Exhibitionism w Irene

irene x g!p reader

contains: g!p, mention of drugs and alcohol, college house party, teasing, public sex, unprotected sex, exhibitionism, riding, creampie, hangover

word count: 1k

The music was blasting and the people were dancing. Your roommate had convinced you to show up to a house party, the best of parties. Around you were college students getting drunk and grinding up on each other, while others ran upstairs and locked the doors. Over at the dining table in the corner, lines of coke and other substances were being ingested.

‘How disgusting,’ you thought to yourself.

Despite the social setting of horny and crazy people, you could make out one particular woman in the midst of the crowd. She was beyond gorgeous. Her hazelnut hair framed her beautiful face perfectly, and her slim black dress showed all of her curves off perfectly. Even with the mass of people, her fiery eyes laid directly onto yours.

She beckoned you to come closer. There was nothing more evil in this world than the woman in your sight. Knowing that all of the bedrooms and bathrooms were taken, she would do things that made you want to bend her over any surface you could find. From eating a strawberry slowly, then sucking on her fingers a little too lewdly, to ‘adjusting’ her dress just to show you the way her tits would jiggle.

—

You weren’t sure how you found yourself in this situation, but the girl that had been teasing you all night had settled on your lap as you sunk into the sofa. She slowly but secretly starting grinding onto your clothed soft cock, well, not so soft anymore. Your hands tightly gripping her slim waist, firmly rocking her back and forth.

Even with the setting of a drunken college party, you still wanted to be cautious about your visibility. The small girl atop of you giggled, clearly intoxicated, but obviously enjoying the feeling of your erection against her panty-covered snatch. You couldn’t see them, but if you had to take a guess- or rather what you hoped she was wearing- you would say that she was wearing a pair of black laced thongs.

“put it in~”

Even with the blasting sounds of electronic music that the crowd was jumping to, and the loud ‘chug! chug! chug!’ resonating at the table in the back, you could still hear her whisper loud and clear, as if everything were tuned out besides her. With a sly pull of your zipper, you fished your hard cock out of your pants as unnoticeably as possible. Pushing her thin panties to the side, you slipped your thick member into her tight, wet hole.

The girl had to stop herself from moaning out too loud as she felt you stretch and massage her insides. As soon as you bottomed out, her breathing became labored and unstable. Looking around to see no one was watching, which of course no one was, you carefully thrusted your hips off the couch rhythmically. The girl’s tightness was absolutely unbearable.

She felt so good around your cock, so good that you almost lost all of your inhibitions and fucked her right on the couch for everyone to see, but you regained your senses when you heard a small whimper from above you. Her eyes were closed, her lips were parted, and her eyebrows were furrowed. With the way she subtly bounced up and down with her hands gripping and pulling down the end of her small dress, anyone would have known what you two were doing without a doubt, but even with that, everyone was too drunk and/or high to make sense of anything.

She was so sensitive, sensitive to the way your thick cock deliciously stretched her small, juicy cunt out. All of the deepest spots were hit, almost causing her to let out an unrestrained moan, but she caught herself and kept quiet, or at least tried to. A few whines escaped here and there, but she couldn’t help it. Not with the way the curve of your member allowed you to press against her sweet spot repeatedly.

“i’m gonna cum…”

She squeaked out a small warning of her impending orgasm before digging her manicured nails into your thighs to ground herself. Her whole body went inert, but soon resumed as she turned into a shaking mess. Juices flowed down your shaft and onto your smooth balls, puddling onto the couch- you felt a little bad for the homeowner, but not really. As her walls clenched and unclenched around you rhythmically, your cock throbbed and pulsed a few times before releasing straight into her pink cavern.

Quite a few spurts of semen left your member before you were completely spent, exhilarated from the rush of performing such a dirty act in a risky place. As sperm flooded her sensitive and twitching pussy, you came to wonder how you were going to pull off the act of stealthily removing your cock and shoving it back into your boxers quickly, all while the girl on top of you shook and dripped white liquid all over your crotch.

—

You blinked yourself awake and was met with a skull throbbing headache. Must’ve been the party last night. The only thing you could remember from the event was a beautiful girl that couldn’t keep her eyes off of you, and everything else was blank. Your eyes darted across your surroundings to find yourself in your dorm. The sound of the bathroom door creaking open caught your attention. Turning your head to the source of noise, you saw your roommate walk out with tangled hair and sleepy eyes. She smiled at you before busting out in laughter.

“Was that you who was fucking Irene on the couch last night?”

[dreamyaeri]

Unholy Matrimony, YJM // (M)

PAIRINGS: GP Demon! Yoo Jimin x fem violinist reader

WARNINGS: bl00d, demonic ritual, use of classical music as a means of summoning a demon, brief mention of religion, violinist reader, YJM is the daughter of the big man downstairs (if you get what I mean), reader's in her early thirties but she offered herself when she was twenty-three, Karina has poetic rizz, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, marking, mating, unprotected sex (stay safe ya'll), breeding, breeding kink, creampie, age-gap, Karina speaks IN LATIN, who are we kidding, KARINA IS THE MAIN WARNING

SYNOPSIS: It's amazing how desperation can lead from one thing to another. You crave to be recognized, to be valued. And it's selfish - but she approves. After all, it's humane - greed. And she'd be a terrible wife if she doesn't support your one-way trip to eternal damnation. But that's where she comes in, to stop it from happening and give you nothing but luxury and comfort. I guess you can say that being married to a devil isn't bad after all.

A/N: Hi guys! this is my first fic, hope you like it <3333 I've also made some modifications from the original story, hope you guys won't mind. Sorry to keep you guys waiting but I was fighting demons (lmao) for the plot of this one-shot, Happy reading <3!

WORDCOUNT: 9, 535 oops this was self-indulgent AHHAHAHA shi-

THIS IS ALL FICTITIOUS AND THEREFORE SHALL NOT BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY.

TERMS AND DEFINITIONS: Melodiam meum - means 'my melody' in Latin Dilecto - beloved in Latin Hermaphrodite - an organism having both male and female sex organs or other sexual characteristics, either abnormally or as a natural condition Brava - well done or very good. It is used to praise a female performer

It's ridiculous

The creature watches with amusement as it eyes the young lady standing alone in her spacious living room. Her silhouette is wrapped in darkness with no source of light other than the soft glow of five white candles circling her. Her face remains in the dark, veiled with desperation with a whiff of mystery. 

How desperation can lead you to commit the things you thought you wouldn't do. 

"Please," She whispers, "Please work,"

It inclines its head, watching as the young lady pulls out a kitchen knife. The blade glints menacingly in the dark as she positions it atop her wrist. 

Do you want to do this?

And cuts her flesh, crimson dense liquid oozes out of her flesh and she directs it to-

The creature sneers. A violin. Her blood coats the strings of the instrument, and traces of her drip down to the floor as she picks up the bloody violin and begins to play a familiar piece; popular with seasoned violinists. 

The Devil's Trill Sonata

You are a desperate girl...

She plays with feverish determination all while her wrist continues to bleed. The demon crosses its legs, arms crossed against its chest, and leans comfortably against the velvet settee. 

That's it. Keep playing. I am no stranger to greed. Play it with your heart's desires. 

Her fingers smoothly transitioned from one note to another, clean and precise. The first movement leads you to a false sense of softness and beauty, and slowly...the devil grins as the young woman slightly loses her balance. She's running out of time, running out of blood. Ah, poor soul. She hasn't even reached the second movement yet. It seems like another soul will perish for nothing. It watches with practiced dismay as the girl's body visibly pales, and she's beginning to lose her energy. She's one push away from knocking a candle and collapsing - losing her life to a meaningless offer. 

After all, what the devil played was far superior to what Giuseppe Tartini had played. The creature's lips curl to a sneer. No other violinist had come close to its execution. 

Then, with a stroke of luck, the girl regained her composure for some unfathomable reason. The devil blinks, surprised by the sudden change as she grounds her feet against the tiled floors pooling with her blood and strokes the strings violently; the entity's face beams with unbridled pride. The girl plays over four octaves of the note G, with her hands stretched out over three octaves. A move that the daughter of Lucifer can only execute. 

Interesting

The human plays with intensity now, and the entity finds itself leaning away from the backrest of the seat, watching with phantom hawk-like eyes as the girl pours every last bit of her living minutes into its piece. For centuries, no one has executed it the same way this mere human did. Anger and envy flash in its eyes as it flicks a hand. The candles' feeble light extinguishes, all except one, and the girl weakly gasps. 

The entity hastily stands up from the velvet settee and gracefully stalks toward the confused and terrified girl as she mumbles: "What? What the hell happened - did it work?"

Oh, it did pretty human.

It grabbed the candle as it willed itself to manifest a physical form. The young woman gasps as the creature grabs her by the collar of her blouse, and with its' other hand, it holds the candle next to her features. The woman lets out a pathetic yelp as she looks up only to see two rich ichor irises looking down at her with scorn, envy, and dare she adds amusement.

The demon examines her delicate features, soft brown eyes, fair skin, and a whiff of innocence that crumbles down to greed and desperation. 

And fear

It's beautiful

"Have I satisfied you?" The girl meekly starts. Her voice sounds distant. She's hanging on for dear life, and the demon wanted her to fall into the pits of eternal damnation. But it begrudgingly longed for her to play it again. For no human played it as well as she. 

The entity narrows its' eyes as the girl begins to lose her balance. Her knees were about to give out if it wasn't for the being holding her by the collar. 

The demon leans close, and the girl's eyes visibly shake. It slowly lets go of her collar and reaches out for her cut wrist, its talons almost cutting into her skin. She gasps as she felt a searing burn crawl over her cut wrist. 

"Be seeing you," It said, vowed. Before the demon drops the candle and lets go of the girl, allowing her to collapse into her pool of blood before it disappears into thin air. 

Years have passed, and you are a renowned violinist of your generation. Here you stand in front of your devoted fans, playing the piece that brought you money, power, and glory in the world of music. 

A small smile graces your lips as the curtains close, and the theater erupts in cheers and applause. Another successful concert lands on your plate. You return to your first stance as your posture relaxes, and you make your way backstage. Your handler, Park Sooyoung, her fair complexion glows underneath the lights. Her exquisite red dress hugs her body flawlessly as she approaches you with a wide grin and drapes her arm around your shoulder. "Another successful concert - this calls for a celebration!" She wriggles her brows, and you merely chuckle in reply. 

As much as you want to, your muscles crave rest. And a drink. 

With an apologetic smile, you reject your handler's offer for a celebratory dinner, promising to eat with her tomorrow, but for now, you need a night's rest. 

She understands with a soft smile and gently pats your shoulder. "Of course, you deserve it after playing The Devil's Trill Sonata for almost fifteen minutes." Sooyoung chuckles. "But I'll escort you to your private drinking booth before I, too, call it a night. How does that sound?"

"Perfect," You agree, and the latter takes you to your destination and leaves you to your drink of choice, red wine. Château Lafite Rothschild. 

A pleased sigh leaves your lips as you unceremoniously collapse on your seat. Tired eyes examining your surroundings, your booth is a spacious room. Walls wrapped with high-quality velvet wallpaper, expensive paintings depicting pagan Gods, the lights were the same, albeit softer to look at, and plants to give the room a bit of life. 

A relaxing sight. You pour your wine and lean comfortably against your seat, your head thrown back, allowing your neck to rest whilst your right hand holds the stem of your wine glass. 

That's what life's about, luxury. 

And you bathed in it. You crave the beauty of wealth and luxury that your way in life has brought to you. 

Just as you're basking in peace, a figure emerges from the shadows in a black blur. You didn't notice it until the atmosphere grows heavy, your skin prickling at the sensation that someone is watching you. 

"Indeed, that's what life's all about. Isn't it? Basking in luxury." 

"You've done well tonight, Ji Y/N." Says a feminine voice, steely, low, and churning. You snap your head towards the owner of the voice; your face turns bloodless, even at the warm glow of the light, and there sits a resplendent woman wearing a black cropped blazer; underneath it is a matching black tube and matching back trousers and heels. At the base of her slim neck is a layered gold necklace. The outfit was simple, but her features made up for it. The woman sitting before you has a fair complexion that will put the moon to shame, a sharp jaw, plump lips, luscious black hair tied neatly to a high ponytail, and a small face. Not to mention her lean stature and posture. Judging by the way she gracefully sits, she's taller than you. And just like you, she too is holding a wine glass, slim fingers, and perfectly manicured nails secure the stem of her glass. 

But something's amiss. Yes, she is human, a beautiful human, and you're no stranger to all things beautiful - but something about this woman's beauty throws you off. 

A trip to the uncanny - something about her doesn't match humanity at all. 

She lacked warmth, not only in her eyes but her overall presence. 

"Who are you?" You demanded, "What are you doing here?"

The woman's lips curl to a grin, showing you her perfect set of teeth. "You don't remember?" She asks in return, unperturbed. Your face twists to a scowl, "I asked you a question." Posture bristling with guarded animosity before you peered over her shoulder. "Security!"

The air grows heavy as the woman holds an open palm up. She is no longer smiling. "That won't be necessary." Her voice was cold and cutting, booming with authority like no other. Then, her grin returns. "Perhaps this shall jog your memory, pretty girl." 

She blinks, and her cold, brown eyes change to a rich hue of gold. Menacing and distant. 

"Be seeing you,"

On cue, your right wrist burns, causing you to drop your wine glass against the carpeted floor. You back away from her, standing up too hastily, and in return your seat tumbles. 

"You," A sharp gasp leaves your lips. No, it's too soon. A cold, hard laugh tumbles from the latter's lips. "My," She sips her drink before gently setting it against the tabletop. 

"Are you here to collect my soul?" There it is again, that meek tone. The devil inclines her head to the side, brows furrowed. "Me? Collect you? Oh. No, no. Not yet melodiam meum." You don't know what it means, but the way it rolled off her tongue made your gut churn. 

"Then why are you here?" You voiced out. 

She eyes you up and down. "You know, my beloved. I am offended by the turn of events." She stands up, and you instinctively back away as she circles the table and stalks toward you. Her hips swayed in a sultry manner as she did. She keeps advancing until your back is pressed against the wall, hands pressed to your sides while the raven-haired enigma delicately brushes her knuckles against your cheek. The contact sends shivers down your spine. Her proximity allows you to inhale her seductive scent. The blend of florals with amber and musk is a perfect balance of femininity and masculinity. 

"For years, I watched over you. I made sure no harm came to you and only commanded success to fall into your plate. I blessed you with concert after concert - and I know your love for all things beautiful." The devil purrs.

"So I made myself beautiful for you, dilecto." 

Not a single lie in sight. "Who are you?"

"Karina," She replies, "My name is Karina Yoo." The latter pauses. Her gold eyes trailed down from your eyes to your lips. 

"Do remember that, my bride. I will walk the earth with you until your time here is due. And the world will know me as your companion, your spouse." 

And your vision turns black. 

You woke with a groan, your head throbs with pain, and you shift in your bed. The white sheets cling onto your skin as you lay on your side, the sun peeking through your curtains, blessing your suite with its light. You stare up at the ceiling, rubbing the sleep of your eyes, and as you regain your awareness. Well, so are your memories of last night. 

Your body quickly turns cold, and you sit up, muscles aching in protest, but you ignore it as you check yourself. You are wearing your sleepwear as opposed to the form-fitting dress you wore for the concert last night. Nothing else seems to be wrong except for the fact that you did not change your dress last night. Who brought you to your suite, then? It couldn't be Sooyoung. She went on her way first.

"You're awake," Says a familiar, cold voice. 

The hairs at the back of your neck rise. 

Slowly, you turn your head to the tall figure leaning against the doorway to your lounging area. Karina, as she calls herself, is no longer wearing her black suit. Instead, she's wearing a white button-up shirt, black trousers that reach three inches above her ankles, and black oxfords. Her rich, black hair cascaded freely like a black waterfall. 

"Karina," You rasped, and the devil's lips curled to a smile. "You remembered."

You press your back against the headboard, posture brustling with animosity as your hands' fists the sheets. "What did you do to me?"

The latter frowns, "I did nothing, pretty girl. I merely allowed your body to rest for tonight before-"

"Before what?" You cut her off breathlessly as your forehead begins to sweat, and your body becomes warm with each passing second - soon, your body is veiled by a thin sheen of sweat, making you uncomfortable as you throw the duvet away from your feverish body. 

Your stomach churns harshly, and your eyes sting as you fall onto your side, hands clutching your stomach as you look at the entity standing at the foot of your bed, eyes studying your writhing figure. 

"What did you do to me?" You sob as the pain doubles, fiery, almost. 

Karina's features break to a knowing smile as if she had seen this before and approaches the side of your bed, the mattress dips at her weight and reaches a pale, slender hand towards you, and you find yourself not moving, too feverish, so you let her touch you. And her touch was soothing. 

"Shhh," The raven-haired enigma coaxes, "Your body is reacting to its new owner. Best to let me handle this, Y/N." 

New owner?

You couldn't process anything, distracted by her touch soothes your hot skin as you slowly relax into the sheets. A relieved sigh leaves your lips as the pain ebbs away. 

"Easy does it," She remarks, "Are you feeling better now, delicto?" 

"Yes," You reply curtly as you eye her warily. "Wonderful," She gracefully stands from your bed, "Now rest. I'm sure you have questions for me once you recover." 

"No," You protest, and her gaze turns sharp, making you shrink in your bed as she tilts her head. "No? What do you mean no?"

"I have a meeting with a sponsor," You stammer under her piercing gaze. The latter pauses, "You have plenty of time to prepare, rest. I'll take care of it." 

"Take care of what?"

She flashed her bright golden eyes at you, and once again, your vision turns black. Three hours later, a scandal broke out.

Italy is known for its warm, Mediterranean climate. Summers are always hot, sunny, and dry. 

But no amount of summer dresses can protect you from the cold, piercing gaze of your handler who sits across you in a cafe with her arms crossed and her expression blank. 

After Karina took care of your meeting with a sponsor, word got out fast and a controversy broke out with your fans shocked at the fact that you are married. Hence the meeting with your handler, who also knew nothing of the situation. 

"So," She begins, "You're married?"

You tried not to cringe as you looked at Karina; who was sitting beside you, drinking her espresso with gusto. She wore a black coat with red lapels, a black turtle neck, trousers, and heels. 

"Yes," She replies as she sets down her mug. Sooyoung slowly turns to your 'wife' before looking at you. "And since when were you two married?"

"Seven years," Karina smoothly replies. You two shared a glance. Seven years ago, you offered your soul to her.

"And how come I only knew about this after Mrs. Yoo talked to your sponsor?"

"I wasn't feeling well," You wince, "I told my wife-" This coming off from your tongue is a foreign sensation. "That it can wait, but she insisted." 

"Y/N was bone-tired last night." Karina adds, "I'd be a terrible wife if I insist that she gets out of the house to speak to the sponsor, so I took it upon myself to go." You softly cleared your throat, "How did the public react to this?"

"They've seen Karina's photos." Sooyoung leans against her seat, "They approve of her." A wry smile graced her lips, "That adds your wife to their list of 'celebrity crushes' I believe."

You repressed a sigh of relief, "That's good news." 

"Don't be too relieved yet," She massages her temples, "You have yet to address this at your conference. I'll have your script ready, and of course, your wife has to follow it as well." She turns to look at the devil disguised as your wife. "Is that okay with you?"

Karina grins and suddenly interlocks her hand with yours. The sudden action surprises you, and she flashes you a look. Your lips form a practiced smile, and you duck your head as if you are flustered. 

"Yes, I'm fine with it. So long as this keeps my wife happy." 

"Good, the conference starts at 2 PM sharp. Let's get you both ready before then." 

Addressing your marriage to the public was easy. The press loved ogling at your 'wife'. You can't blame them though she looked ethereal in her outfit; a form-fitting black, high-neck dress and a black blazer draped over her shoulders, and her hair was freely cascading down to her breasts with diamond earrings as her accessories while you wore white dress. Both of you looked exquisite during the conference, and you didn't forget the way the reporters begin talking all at once upon announcing your next concert and the piece you'll be laying next. 

The Last Rose Of Summer by Heinrich Wilhelm Ernst. 

Heinrich Wilhelm Ernst is not the biggest name in classical music, but his ‘The Last Rose Of Summer’ is notorious among violinists for being a complete nightmare to play. Ernst was an obsessive devotee of Paganini, the original violin rockstar, and he loved to include stupidly complex pizzicato in his music. Karina's soft lips curl to a smirk as she ends the event by taking your hand in hers. You eye her cautiously. This wasn't part of the script? 

Still, she raises your hand and brings it to her soft, warm lips, pecking the back of your palm. Your cheeks warmed as the cameras flashed. Your spouse looks at the press and flashes them a jaw-dropping smile. "We'll get going now. May you all have a nice afternoon." Without another word, she leads you down from the stage and to the exit, where a sleek black car awaits the both of you. 

"Take us back to the hotel, please." You told the driver. The man nods and was about to close the partition before Karina speaks up. "Take us to Ratanà, Mr. Giovani. I'll treat my wife to a nice meal after the conference." 

"Very well, Mrs. Yoo." The driver replies with a thick accent before finally closing the partition. You glare at the latter while she leans comfortably against the leather cushion and looks at you. Karina arched a perfectly sculpted brow. "Why the surly look, wife?"

"What are you going to do in a restaurant?" You snap at her. Karina guffaws in amusement. 

"I'd like to see how the world changed after centuries." She simply answers. "I'd like to see more of the world with my two eyes." 

A huff leaves your lips as you turn away from her and cross your arms against your chest. "You still have some explaining to do." 

"Which is why a restaurant is a perfect place for it." 

"People will hear you." 

"I've booked us a private booth." You snapped your head towards her, "You did what?"

"I won't repeat myself, beloved." She chuckles, "As you've said, I owe you an explanation. 

The people inside Ratanà gawked at the two of you as soon as you entered the restaurant. The clattering of plates and utensils stopped as well. You flush at the reaction while your wife places her hand on the small of your back. Even with your dress, you can't help but shudder at the contact as she flashes the crowd a charming smile before leading you to your private booth with a female waiter stationed outside your door. 

"We'll order later," Karina's smooth velvet voice coaxed the woman into an agreement before finally entering the private booth. 

She pulls out the chair for you to sit on, and you begrudgingly obey as she sits across you. Silence permeated the air. Gone is her alluring aura, replaced by enigma. As if all of it was an act - it is. 

"Where to begin, where to begin." She mused wryly. 

"Why are you here if not to claim my soul, then?" You snap, "Why waste your time tagging along?"

Karina tilts her head. Her intelligent eyes regarded you.

"Well," She begins with a distant smile. "I visited you every two years, watching from afar while you amassed your concerts just to see how your talent has bloomed."  

You wait for her to explain further, "I'll be frank, darling." Your gut churns at the endearment. "Throwing you into the pits of hell after your time is done is nothing but an exercise of futility, a talent like yours deserves to have a place next to mine." 

Your brows furrow, "Next to yours?"

Her lips curled, "Why do you think you offered your soul to me out of all the demons out there?"

You replied with silence, and Karina narrowed her eyes in disapproval. "Something tells me that you didn't gather the slightest bit of information about who I am, delicto." She leaned away from the backrest of her seat and interlaced her fingers together. "Tell me, do you know who I am?"

"A devil who named herself Karina Yoo." 

A scoff befalls her lips, "Foolish girl, you're lucky to have offered your soul to me." 

"Why?" You snarked, "If I'm so lucky, why?"

Her eyes flashed, "My father," She hisses through gritted teeth, "Is the angel of music. Lucifer was the angel of music. After his fall, he reigned in Hell and has simply lost interest in that title." Her expression darkens, "Which is why I took that spot while I helped humanity discover it with my profound ability that I inherited from him."

Your eyes subtly widen, "Yes," She growled.

"You're sitting with the daughter of Lucifer. His finest creation, second to music." Her eyes glowed to cruel gold. "And you tied yourself to me, Ji Y/N. You offered your body and soul to me. That makes you mine as I am yours."

Something's not right. Why is there an indirect statement of equality?

As if reading your mind, she addresses it with a softer tone. 

"As I've said, my beloved: leaving you to burn in hell would be a waste. I have taste in talent just as much as you have taste for beautiful things. In my millennium of harvesting souls, I am nothing but a sponsor to those who offer themselves to me. I will keep you. I've decided to keep you after hearing you play all these years. And I confess that I envy your ability, albeit you're human. I am still superior to you on all levels, but when it comes to music, we are equals."

"So that makes me your actual wife, then?" You squeaked. Karina lets out a rumbling chuckle, "Oh, yes, darling." You hold her gaze, and this time, it's intense. 

"That makes you mine as I am yours." She husked, her eyes tracing your features possessively. "So if you had any lovers or flavors of the day, forget about them." 

"So possessive," You remark shakily, and the latter lets out a wolfish grin. "I am a demanding creature, Y/N." She then leans away from you. "We can order now. After this, we can return to the hotel, and you can start practicing the piece you'll perform at your concert next month. The earlier you master it, the better. And I will help you along the way." 

She's right, of course, but you wouldn't admit it to her face. 

"Alright, call in the waitress." 

Your routine is divided from going out with your wife to practicing until your fingers go numb. 

The Last Rose Of Summer by Heinrich Wilhelm Ernst was the last of his Six Polyphonic Studies for solo violin. It is a set of incredibly difficult variations for the violin. The first few weeks were nothing but agony as you practiced in a private setting, preferably away from the devil of music. 

For days, it's either you couldn't transition smoothly to another note, or you struck a wrong chord. Either way, it's still a mistake.

This complex set—full of every imaginable and unimaginable technical difficulty—includes an introduction, theme, four variations, and a devilish finale. At first glance, an impossible task. This one requires both physical and mental fortitude. And each mistake drains it out of you. 

"Jeez," Sooyoung hisses as soon as she sets foot into the room. "Y/N, get yourself off the floor and sit on the couch, will you?"

A tired groan leaves your lips as you force yourself to get up. Your muscles ached in protest as a result of standing for hours. 

"You know what," Sooyoung sighs as soon as you unceremoniously plop on the couch. "How about we call your wife, hm?"

"No," You sigh as your tired mind thinks of a lie. "She's busy."

"Busy doing what?" Shit

"Managing her family's financial reports." Yeah, that should do it. 

"Don't be ridiculous," The latter admonishes, "Your wife is never too busy for you. I'll call her."

"Sooyoung no-" Too late, she had dialed her number, and you tuned out their conversation. "She says she's on her way." Your handler informs you as soon as she drops the call, "See, I told you she isn't too busy when it comes to you." 

"Whatever," You mumble as you close your eyes to get a few minutes rest. 

By the time Karina made her presence known, it was already evening. You scowl at her as you groggily sit up. "What took you so long?"

"You looked peaceful," She snorts, "And besides, you're more tolerable when you're not scowling at me all the time." 

"What time is it?"

The devil checks her watch. She bought it a few days ago from Bulgari. "6:37 PM, why?"

"Shit, that's late." 

"You needed rest," She reminds you as she sits next to you. You lean away, taken aback by her proximity as she looks down at your fingers, "And your fingers were turning purple. You practiced for quite some time and ignored your body's protests for rest. Hence why you collapsed next to this couch." 

How did she-

"Sooyoung told me," She answers. "Why force your body to such limits?"

You rolled your eyes, "You sound like my wife," 

"Because I am your wife," She grins, "So take care of yourself." 

You blink at her. For weeks that you spent with her, the older woman did nothing but make sure you were comfortable and safe, sure there was bickering, and dare you say banter. But she performed her duties as a wife should. It's baffling, to receive this treatment from a devil of her caliber. 

"Why are you staring at me like that?" She questions, her eyes beaming at your attention before you tear your gaze from her. "Nothing, I'm hungry." 

"Perfect," She grins, "I discovered a recipe that you might like." 

Oh?

"Cooking, you?" You mused, and Karina lets out a carefree laugh. It sounded pleasant. Not that you would say that to her face. "Why yes, pretty girl." She grins, "Now come. I want you to be a witness of me cooking a dish created by humans." 

She grabs you by the hand, and your pulse quickens at the contact as she leads you out of the building and to your car, a sleek, gray Bently Continental GT S. The raven-haired beauty opens the passenger door for you. You didn't say anything and entered the vehicle. She closes the door gently and enters the driver's seat, finally driving to your designated hotel. 

The smell of roasted lamb chops floods the dining area of your suite. Karina said that it'll be done in a few minutes. Your stomach grumbles at the sight of the delicacy in Karina's bare palms as she places it in front of you. She dusts the lamb chops with garlic, rosemary, salt, and pepper. Your mouth waters at the meal she prepared for you while she sits across from you, eyeing your face with mirth before finally gesturing at your dinner. 

"Well? Dig in." 

You didn't need to be told twice and began wolfing down your food. 

Karina watched you carefully as you ate with gusto before stopping midway. The older woman frowned, "What's wrong?" 

You look up at her, "It's not poisoned, isn't it?"

She placed a hand over her chest in faux offense. 

"Poison? You?" The raven-haired woman continues: "I would never. You must have faith in me, beloved. I would never poison a pretty girl like you."

Your cheeks change their color to a subtle hue of pink. "Faith is foreign for someone of your caliber, Karina."

"Trust me," She grins, "We're more direct than your trusted angels, beloved."

A hum leaves your lips as you continue to eat. Karina once again watches you before you pause for the second time. "Aren't you hungry?"

"We have a different diet from you humans. Souls, that's what we feed on, your intense emotions, energies." 

"Are you feeding from me right now?"

The latter replies with an unbridled smirk, "I am, but at least we're both benefitting." 

"Fair enough," You shrug before finishing your dinner. 

"Are you having a difficult time practicing your piece?" She asks after you've finished your dinner. A pause, "Yes, but I'll get better." 

"Not very reassuring, delicto." She replies as she interlocks her fingers, her expression serious. "Your concert is in three weeks, and your piece has four sections."

"Then what can we do about it?"

"I can help you." Karina offers - no, states. "It'll be quick, and you will save time." 

You arched a brow, "By what, cutting my wrist and pouring it over my violin?"

The devil guffaws at your snarky reply, "No, no. You perform. I will proctor your performance and give you feedback accordingly." 

You contemplated her offer. It's not that big of a deal. Perhaps guidance from a devil of music could save you time. "Alright," You rub your palms together. "Perfect," She purrs.

"When can we start?"

"Tomorrow," Karina checks her watch, "We'll start after lunch. Is that okay with you?"

You have nothing to do anyways, "Fine by me." 

"You missed a note," She looks up from her book. "Again, from the top." 

You bite your inner cheek and return to your second stance before slowly stroking the strings. Minutes later, she stops you again. 

"Your timing is off." 

"Don't I know," You grunt as you return to your first position and begin again. 

Hours turn into days. While yes, having Karina monitor your performance saves time, you can't help but feel your patience waning whenever she stops your performance. 

"Again,"

"I didn't even miss the note!" You asserted. Karina closes her book and looks at you. You stop yourself from saying more as your bones ache from standing for two hours. 

She lets out a hum, a tone that holds no consequence of your assertion.

"I forget that you're human." She says to herself rather than you. "But you have to keep up with me, beloved. Let's take a break. How do thirty minutes sound to you?"

"Wonderful," You groan before you sit on the floor of your lounging area. 

It went on for another week with the devil being surprisingly patient with you. Even with your patience cutting short, Karina allows your jabs to fall on her with every mistake you make improves under her watchful eye. 

You are forced to stop when you couldn't reach the note. "Crap," You cursed as you messed with the transition to the ending of the piece. Karina took notice of this and tilts her head, "Try to position your hand once more." She instructs, and who are you to disobey? She is your wife, your mentor. And so far, you learn quickly with the techniques she's amassed through the years. 

She examines your hand before standing from her settee and moving behind you. You stiffen at her proximity as her pale hand hovers atop yours while the other grasps your waist. A soft gasp leaves your lips as she presses her front against your back. The latter smirks but resumes correcting your finger placement. 

"Position your hand like this," She husked. A shudder leaves your lips as her warm breath fans the outer shell of your ear. Your skin tingles at her touch. 

"There," She purrs, "Very good,"

But she doesn't let go. 

She retracts your hand from the fingerboard of your violin and places it on your hips, securing you against her. "You know," She rasped, "This is by far the closest we've been." She flushed herself against yours as if she couldn't get enough, "As your wife, I've never received an embrace from you, beloved." 

"If you wanted a hug," You breathily reply as you lean into her touch. Karina's lips found themselves on the exposed expanse of your neck, ghosting over your skin. "Why didn't you just ask for it?"

She chuckles deeply, and it has your guts churning. "Oh, can I ask for one now?" You balk up a response, and Karina's patience wears thin as she spins you around. Her strength forces you to face her and drop your violin and violin bow. Your eyes blew back at the cruel glow of gold in her eyes. Her black veins surface on the sides of her gorgeous face. Her skin is paler than normal. She uses one hand and grabs your hair from behind, forcing you to look up at her with a hiss. 

Your eyes traverse from her eyes down to her kissable lips. Karina notices this and licks her in return. You swallow harshly at the sight. 

"I can sense it, Y/N." 

"Sense what?" You breathe out, and your wife sharply inhales and leans close. "Your hunger, no, not from food, but for me, beloved. I don't see the point in holding back." Her other hand traverses upwards; to your neck and gently squeezes it, eliciting a gasp from you before she uses that same hand to pull you impossibly close to her. 

"Be selfish, be lustful - lose your inhibitions to me, Y/N. I am your wife, your mistress, your servant. Use me as I will use you." She leans closer to the point that your lips are almost touching, her plump lips begging to be kissed by yours. 

"Sin with me, darling." Her voice distorts, "For sin is your birthright. Your faith has taught you to deny your desires and it has imprisoned you. Break your restraint. As your wife I encourage it, my love." She sighs as your hand caresses her cheek. 

"I am selfish, needy, and demanding. Y/N. And you shouldn't be less than I am. Let me have you, let me spoil you some more, even with the riches that are foreign to the world of the living, allow me to embrace you - you will be my queen. Fair as the sea and the sun." 

And while she pours her declaration, Karina Yoo's lips fascinated you. It sickens you all at once, but that is what seduction does to you. Her lips; were plump and inviting. Though you find her frightening at times, you can't help but feel as if you've known her before, that you are perfect for her. If you wanted something beautiful, this woman would be would give it to you. If you have an ideal type, this woman would be your ideal. 

You had not known before that you wanted all these things. That you preferred dark hair and a slightly cruel expression, that you wished for tallness, or that a woman embracing you and pouring her confession might thrill you. A whole young life’s worth of slowly collected predilections coalesced in a few moments within you, and Karina Yoo, her eyes glowing with desire, becomes beautiful and perfect. 

You shivered, and without thinking, you leaned in to capture her lips with yours. Not on the cheek, not chastely or unchastely, but greedily with your whole mouth. She reciprocates this, she eats your breath in the kiss, and you feel like she would swallow you whole. Your hands shamelessly claw her silk shirt from behind, crumpling the expensive fabric as the daughter of Lucifer deepens the kiss by tilting her head. Her grip on your hair tightens, and her other hand's nails dig against your hips. 

Together, your lips move languidly against each other, and the world feels like it's so far away. 

You two kiss until your human lungs burn for oxygen, and you push your wife away begrudgingly. 

Here you two are, panting and wanting more before she chased your lips with hers. Her mouth is hot against yours. You can taste the feverish desire from her. Suddenly, she bites you. You pull away from her, hurt and surprised as you raise your hand to your mouth. Your fingers are bloody, and Karina's lips were smeared with it. Her eyes gleamed. 

You balked. Your lips pulsed where your wife's long, thin canines had cut you. 

If you allow her to do this to you, what else will you let her do to you?

Anything,

Anything,

Anything,

Karina Yoo, your wife, your mistress, your slave, wiped your crimson blood from her lips. She eyes you with hooded, glazed eyes as she licks it clean. 

"Beautiful," She closes her eyes and slowly opens them before her arms circle around you greedily, and your back is suddenly pressed against the mattress of your private quarters. 

Her bright eyes are predatorial as she stares down at you. She wasted no time putting her hands on your waist. Her sensual scent invades your nostrils as she presses her lips against yours. You can taste your blood on her tongue as your hands cup her jaw. Karina's tongue glides against your lower lip before breaking into your mouth; only because you let her. She swallows your moan as she slides her tongue in your mouth, and she lets out a guttural growl in reply as your skin becomes hot under her touch. 

The older woman leans away and unravels your button shirt, and harshly pulls it off your body, leaving you alone with your bra. Her ichor-hued eyes visibly darken to a hue of copper before her lips attach to the column of your neck. Her hands smoothly go to your back and unclasp your bra, and haphazardly throw it somewhere in the room. 

You let out a mewl when she softly bit the center of your neck, followed by a gasp when her tongue smoothens it, she pulls you into an all-consuming kiss, her hands let go of your wrists, and your hands hastily gripped her biceps as her weight doubles making you press against the mattress, her lips muffling your groans and grunts as her teeth bite your lower lip, forcing a gasp out of you and allowing her to insert her tongue inside your mouth, your grip on her tightens as your lungs burn from the lack of oxygen. 

She pulls away for a split second, allowing you to breathe before connecting her lips with yours, her hips bucking and thrusting against your clothed core, making you moan into her mouth as lust ignites between your legs. You tilted your head to meet her kiss as your legs circled her waist. 

Karina groans, and she thrusts her hips against yours. You feel something poking against your clothed core. It's hard, and it feels good. 

As if sensing your curiosity, Karina chuckles deeply. "We're hermaphrodite beings, beloved. I can pleasure you as a man, or woman, or both." She breathes against your lips. "Which do you prefer?"

"You," You mewl as she kisses your neck. "I want what you are right now, even forever." 

The latter grins and bites into your neck, eliciting a yelp from you as she traverses her kiss downwards until she reaches the waistband of your pajamas. Karina's lips curl to a smirk, her hands latching onto the fabric of your pants before she effortlessly rips it and throws the torn fabric away. Your eyes widen while hers light up in amusement as she licks her upper teeth. 

"Relax," She purrs as her finger hooks the hem of your panties and yanks down. Your cunt flutters at the exposure, toes curling with anticipation as your wife dips down, her tongue takes a bold lick on the seam of your pussy and shuddering when she retracts and swallows. 

"Divine," She darkly grins as her hands pry your thighs to spread and latch onto your folds, eliciting a yelp from you as her tongue breaches your walls. You throw your head back when the warm, wet muscle begins to messily move in circles. Your arousal drips down the seams as she alternates from sucking and circling, eyes closing shut as carnal desire begins to take over the both of you. "Karina," You softly moan, "Fuck, so good - more, give me-"

She cuts you off with a growl, sending vibrations against your cunt. The sensation has your eyes rolling back as her tongue thrusts in and out. You plant your feet against the mattress and buck your hips against her face. "Fuck!"

Karina grunts and bites your clit, this sends white-hot pleasure through your body with carnal rapture seeping inside you as the woman withdraws. "Oh, you like that, don't you?" Des[ote your flustered state, your cheeks reddens. Karina hums and licks her lips which are covered in your arousal and her spit. "Let's try that again, yeah?"

She didn't let you reply and connected her mouth to your folds. Beads of sweat form on your forehead as heat bubbles within your body. You bristle in lust as the woman kept lapping your juices, her tongue working hard on sucking and thrusting inside your core, the obscene sounds were enough to lubricate you, your hand takes a purchase of her hair, tugging on it as moans and mewls befall your lips, evidently pleasing the woman who in turn moaned at the taste, doubling the sensation as she bites your clit again. 

Your back arched as does this again and again. Triggering a bundle of nerves. "Karina," You whimper, and you can feel her smirk as she finally decided to have mercy on you, her teeth retracting from your clit and deciding to continue back to eating your out, both your juices and her saliva drip down from your ass to the sheets as she continues to ravage you. 

And when her tongue manages to find a spongey spot, she immediately flicks it. Her ministrations made you see stars, hips jolting and accidentally grazing your clit against her teeth, making her moan while eliciting a pleasured cry from you. Walls clenching against her tongue, the woman in between your legs is determined to finish you off as her teeth keep biting your clit; helping her stimulate your orgasm as your eyes roll to the back of your skull, back arching and sweat dripping off every pore as your undoing hits you, knocking your breath out of your lungs.

The woman groaned at your nectar, lapping it up until you were whimpering, thighs shaking, and hands trying to pry away her head.

Karina decided to have mercy on your state and pull away with cum-smeared lips that formed into a smug smirk.

Despite your blurred vision, you can see your wife resting her head on the side of your thigh, kissing the expanse of skin before trailing up to your lower abdomen, giving it a soft kiss and mumbling something incoherent before kissing her way up to your lips, her body looming above you her hands trapping your sides as her lips mold with yours, giving you a taste of yourself as your hands caress her upper body, fingers working on with the buttons and belt of her suit to touch her bare, dewy skin.

Karina made it easier for you by snapping her fingers; she is just as bare as you.

Your eyes shamelessly trail down her body. Karina's body is lithe, though her biceps are slightly defined, so are her collarbones, her toned stomach, and...

Your eyes trail lower, and your core throbs with excitement. 

So this is what a hermaphrodite being looks like. 

Or maybe, that's just Karina adjusting for you. Either way; you'll take her as she is. 

The latter grabs your jaw, forcing you to lock eyes with her.

"Let's see," She rasped, "Just how much you can take from me, pretty mortal." 

Her body is never far away from yours, always flushed as her lips wrap around the exposed skin she finds. Your hands grabbed her strong back helplessly as she lodged her cock deep within you, veins rubbing and drilling with vigor while you moaned beneath her. "Fuck," She breathed, pulling out before thrusting back in, eliciting a gasp from you as she fucks you with abandon.

Her talons clawed the sheets, eyes screwing shut with every pound. 

"Fuck, beloved." Karina softly moans as she drills deeper into you. The force behind her thrust pushes you upward, and she had to lock her arms around you to keep you from leaving her. 

Your lips bite her shoulder to muffle a scream when she hits a spongey area. You heard Karina groan softly when your wall clenched greedily, hips snapping back and forth, your stomach coils, your skin burning with carnal want as your legs lock around her waist, ankles pressed against each other as her essence leaks from your abused cunt to the sheets after going at it for hours. The older woman felt her balls tighten, and her cock swelled as she pressed her forehead against yours, mewling as your release made your walls feel tight. You smell the mix of perfume, sweat, and sex from your bodies as her thrusts get sloppier and shallow to the point that she isn't pulling out anymore, her hips pistoning the same vulnerable spot that she had to muffle your strained moans with an ardent kiss as Karina stills her hips, thick spurts of cum painting your walls; you can only whimper; cunt accepting what she has to offer as this also triggers your orgasm, unannounced.

Karina pressed a kiss against your clammy temple, your walls convulsing, clenching around her incessantly.

Your hair is tousled and unruly, and your neck and collarbones were covered in her marks. The woman above you growls and sets her speed, her warm, thick cock drilling in and out in carnal want, ichor-hued eyes veiled with devouring lust as she throws her head back when you willfully clench your walls around her. Your lips chased her neck, nipping her Adam's apple, and she slightly falters. You can see the veins prominently bulging from her neck, beads of sweat running down her beautiful skin, and her sharp jaw on display for you. You drink in the sight as you pull her back to you, her wet hair sliding back, her kissable lips twitching to a smirk, gasping and whining with every clench of your needy cunt. 

The raven-haired beauty presses you harder against the bed, her weight doubling as she flushes her body against yours, her dick pistoning in and out of you, raw. Her pace bristles with an animalistic drive, her breath fans your lips, and grunts and hush moans break past her lips with every pound. 

"Are you close?" She couldn't control the distortion of her voice while you shamelessly raked your nails against her back. "Fuck," You mewled, "Yes - close."

The daughter of Lucifer mouths your cheek, mapping your features with her mouth as her toned stomach flexes. Your thighs burn with every pound and tears trail down your cheeks, blurring your vision as you choke a sob. The latter groans and withdraws her cock until only the tip remains and slams back in. You dig your nails harder, leaving crescent shapes and red vertical lines along her back to the point that you're aware of how much that would be painful for her.

"Harder,"

You briefly pull away to lock eyes with her, the obscene sounds of skin slapping reverberate in your room, and she looks at you with a small smile. "Use me," She pecks your lips softly, "As I am using you."

And who are you to refuse?

You hide your face against the column of her neck as the appendage kisses your cervix, and she does this again, and again, and again. She fucks you harder on your mattress, deeper, and you are on the verge of letting go. "Don't hold back," She moans.

Her cock twitches inside you, her hands move to the sheets, crumpling it as if her life depended on it while she fucks you carelessly, and your body heats up.

You bite down on her neck, muffling a scream as you cum, and milk her cock dry, legs trembling like a leaf, and your vision blackens. Karina sighs in pleasure as her cock savors your nectar. She bites the juncture of your neck and keeps fucking you through your orgasm.

And finally, she lets out a high-pitched moan and cums. She stills her hips and hides her head in the crook of your neck that's littered with marks. Her cock spurted out thick warm spurts of her seed, her soft lips kissing the side of your neck, your hand circled on her hip while the other one held her nape, both of you panting for breath.

After a minute of silence, she looks up at you. "Can you do one more?"

You nod mindlessly. Of course, one more always meant more than what you thought Karina said. 

Because even as a devil, a daughter of Lucifer; she took you to heaven's door multiple times. 

You knew that once she had a taste of you she'd never stop. 

Karina...that woman is insatiable. 

And of course, you'd let her do anything to you. 

A moan leaves your lips, only to be silenced by her hand clamping over your mouth. 

You'd let her fuck you an hour before your concert. 

The devil looms over your face, the light shielding the smirk on her lips while she fucks you against the sectional couch. The raven-haired beauty moves her hips languidly against yours. Her pace is desperate and strong and you claw her Brioni suit that you bought for her two days before your concert. Her pants pooled her ankles, while you're still wearing your bathrobe, or rather what's left of it. How did this start? You just finished taking a bath and walked past your 'wife' who's already done preparing. She said you smelled good. Bullshit. 

"Do you want me to go faster?" She asks, mockery evident in her tone. "Fuck - yes!" You choked a gasp as she jogs her hips firmly, and you let your head fall against the couch chanting: Yes, and fuck, your pussy clenches in gratification eliciting a moan from Karina as she licks a line from your neck to your ear. 

"Is that better?" She husked, and you moaned again in reply. The devil growls and sets her speed, her used, hard cock drilling in and out of you in carnal want, her blown, brown eyes flashing gold and veiled with lust. She throws her head back to move her hair that's sticking against her sweaty face. Sweat runs down her pale skin, her sharp jawline in display for you. You drink in the sight - like a lewd statue exclusive to you. Not to mention the suit that compliments her lean form, her hair wet and slid back, soft lips twitching to a gasp, chuckle, and groan with every clench of your needy cunt. 

You lean up to capture her neck with your lips, tongue licking her Adam's apple before biting it. Karina moans loudly, and you peck her for it before she turns it into a tongue-dancing session. Karina's hands cup your face and press you harder against the couch. Her weight doubles as she flushes her body against yours, her veiny cock pistoning in and out of you, her pace bristling with an animalistic drive, breath fanning your lips. 

Karina maps your features with her eyes before she brushes a familiar spot that have you rolling your eyes in return. Her stomach flexes, your thighs burn from her ramming, and tears trail down your cheeks. You're thankful you haven't put any makeup or skincare on for it. Karina gasps, the sight enticing her, and she momentarily stops thrusting. The devil pulls out eliciting a breathy whimper from you as you pull her close, head shaking sideways as your eyes begged her not to pull away. Karina slams back in. You screw your eyes shut as she abuses the spot again. A vicious grin graces her lips as she fucks you harder, deeper in your fitting room with her other hand clamping over your mouth. 

You've reached your limit.

You bite her hand to muffle a scream as the strong wave of your orgasm hits you. Karina bites your shoulder, pointed teeth piercing your skin as you milk her dry, your legs shaking like a leaf, and your vision blackens - your energy drains and your skin is covered in a thick veil of sweat. 

"That's it," She groans as she cums inside you. Warm, goopy, and generous. She lays on top of you, her arms snaking on your hips while you caress the back of her hair. 

While you're fucked out, the latter seems to bask in the afterglow of fucking. Her golden eyes examine your state before grinning and pressing a kiss on your clammy forehead. "Rest," She gently commands with a soft voice, "I'll fix you up later, okay?"

You swallow harshly, throat dry. "Fix me later or fuck me later minutes before the concert starts?"

Karina's chest rumbles with a chuckle, "The former, though I wouldn't mind fucking all night after the concert." 

You groan in reply, and she laughs, "I'm serious, beloved. Rest and I'll take good care of you." 

To master 'The Last Rose of Summer' is an ambition for most violinists, and with the devil of music as your wife, success never tasted so good before as you have the audience at the palm of your hand. 

The spotlight at your divine figure, at your hands that transitioned from one note to another with angelic grace. 

Your eyes are locked with the devil in the front-row seat of Teatro Alla Scala, one of the most famous theatres in the world. It was built in the late 18th Century to plans made by the architect Giuseppe Piermarini, at the request of Empress Maria Theresa of Austria. A range of operas, classical concerts, and ballets are performed during the theatre season, which is one of the most important appointments in the Milanese social calendar.

Karina sat there crossed-legged with a smile, wearing her navy blue, double-breasted wool Plume suit, and trousers, inside, she wore a white turtle neck, and her hair is neatly combed and slid back. Her black hair cascades beautifully for you to see as she watches you with pride and acknowledgment. 

You couldn't help but mirror her smile. 

Something has changed within you, you can't help but glow at the fact that you've brought back a long-neglected virtuoso piece, creating a performance of pure musical delight. 

Your body feels like it's on fire. You didn't care to fathom at all as you basked in the attention. 

Yes, be selfish, be cruel, my beloved shouldn't be lesser than I

And as you brought the audience to an explosive end, while everyone else applauded, your eyes were only trained on your wife who stands up, amongst the cheers and howls of the crowd, it was only her voice that gave you clarity. 

"Brava," She commends with distortion that no one else seems to hear. No one but you. She spoke again in another language, and this time, you understood it. 

"Omnis, surge et accipe sponsam meam et aequalem meam. Aperi portas inferi novae reginae tuae; Ji Y/N."

Everyone, arise and welcome my bride and my equal. Open the gates of Hell for your new princess; Ji Y/N.

Fin.

Thoughts? Oh and if you have requests, feel free to flood my ask box skksks

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ning2 using anything she can to jerk off, getting so frustrated that she can't cum until you find her desperately humping her pillow, sniffing your used panties to get off ♡ but of course you can't just leave the poor girl like that :( so you being the nice person you are decides to help her! of course not without a little teasing, telling her to speak up when she mutters "need you to fuck me, tried to get off on my own but i can't do it by myself.." in the TINEST voice and watching her get all flustered. but no worries, because you have her cumming in mere seconds, letting out a plethora of mewls and whines as you fuck her into oblivion <3

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I keep staring at samantha and rachel 😀

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you and winter fucking in the living room while the other girls are asleep

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