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one of your girls (jungkook x reader) (part 1)

we don't gotta be in love, no i don't wanna be the one, no i just wanna be one of your girls tonight ~ i wanna take your light inside dim me down, snuff me out ~ give me tough love leave me with nothin' when i come down

pairing: fwb!jk x oc, brief jimin x oc

tags: smut, angst, a little bit of fluff (like teeny tiny)

warnings: two smut scenes, kissing, marking (hickeys), fingering, brief handjob, protected sex, slight dom!jk, sub!oc, praise, dirty talk, grinding, edging, oral (f. & m. receiving), throat fucking, dacryphilia, spit kink, brief masturbation (m.), squirting, brief anal play, back shots, cum shot, multiple orgasms (you'll see), aftercare

word count: 5.8k

a/n: been in my feels lately i had to write it out lol; wrote this in one sitting my hands actually hurt omg; inspired by the song "one of your girls" (ik don't roast me idk why it's stuck in my head fml); if this gets taken down then bye bye i literally just wrote it here directly lmaooooo; anw enjoy !!!! part 2 / drabble i (flashback)

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You knew what you were getting yourself into the night you said yes to Jungkook. You knew you'd fall for him, be under his spell. You knew you'd end up getting hurt. You prepared yourself, you really did, yet you were still surprised when you woke up each morning and he wasn't beside you in bed. You felt your heart break a little bit more when you saw him with another girl, whether she'd be one of your friends or a complete stranger to you.

You tried to guard your heart. Reminded yourself to prepare for the worst. Forced yourself not to fall, not to be blindsided. I'm just having a little fun, you told yourself for the nth time.

jk: u busy tonight?

you: not really! just writing a paper that's due next week

That was sent hours ago and you mentally cringe at your reply. You always find yourself oversharing to Jungkook when you didn't even need to. You wanted to make it seem like your whole situationship was just casual. Like you didn't care. He rarely shared much about his personal life and so should you. But that hardly happened. You didn't want him to think that you cared, that you were clingy or waiting for him to text. You didn't even wait five minutes before replying and he hasn't even texted back.

You know what his text means. He wants to fuck and that's it. But he doesn't say it outright. No, never. He wants to make it seem like he cares, that he wants to know how your night is going. But he just wants to know if you're free to fuck and once you reply, he'll keep that as a reminder in the back of his mind, like he has a mental list of girls he can sort through at the end of the night when he's bored or when he wants to have a little bit of fun.

You know you're just one of his girls on his roster and you're fine with that. You're not his girlfriend and he's not your boyfriend. Though it does seem like that on some days, which is when you get the courage to not reply to his texts. When you try to shut him out and move on. He usually shows up outside your lecture hall with a cup of coffee in hand, bunny smile on his face as he waits for you to walk into the hallway. Like he's waiting for you, picking you up from class like a good and loving boyfriend.

It's all for show and it's only to get himself on your good side again. It works every time. You don't question yourself anymore. Jungkook likes the chase, likes the adrenaline of going after girls and trying to get them to fall for him, or sleep with him, or whatever. It's all the same to him.

You sigh again as you check your phone, hoping for a reply but knowing he won't text back. It's a Friday night and he's probably at some party. You go through your texts and open the conversation with your best friend.

jihyo: see u later! im picking u up so u better be ready >:(

You can't help but laugh at her insistence. Jihyo knows what you're going through since you tell her everything. You tell her you don't care though, that you're not looking for a relationship right now and your "thing" with Jungkook is just casual. But you know she sees right through your lies. It's even more obvious when you ghost all your friends and lock yourself in your apartment every night. She's trying to make you forget and move on and have some actual fun so you indulge her every time.

You get ready in less than an hour and actually put some effort into your appearance. You're not sure which party you're going to but you won't be surprised if Jungkook will be there as well. Maybe if you look hot enough he'll choose you tonight.

You hear a knock on your door and open it immediately, finding Jihyo laughing at something her boyfriend has just said. Most of the time you end up hanging out with her and Mingyu because she's always dragging you with her to keep you from being lonely. You don't mind it though because they're fun people to be with. Even though Mingyu is Jungkook's roommate and best friend. But Mingyu isn't anything like Jungkook. He looks at Jihyo like she's hung up the stars and moon. Loves her with all his heart and doesn't leave her second guessing. You always wonder why him and Jungkook are friends when they're so different.

Jihyo turns to smile at you, but it's still the lovestruck smile she gave Mingyu just seconds ago. You know you have the same kind of smile reserved for Jungkook. You wish you didn't but at the same time you're glad you do, like you have a part of yourself only Jungkook can see. Even though he doesn't do the same.

"You look so hot tonight!" she squeals as she pulls you in a hug. You laugh and roll your eyes, making eye contact with Mingyu as he nods his head in greeting. Jihyo steps back and grabs your hand, dragging you out your apartment so fast you barely have time to lock the door behind you. "Let's go before all the good drinks are gone."

It's a short but fun walk to the house where the party is being held. You find yourself laughing with Jihyo and Mingyu the whole time. They're the type of couple that doesn't make third wheeling a bore.

Loud music blares in your ears the moment you step inside. You feel your heels sticking to the floor. A typical frat house throwing a typical Friday night party. You immediately take shots with Jihyo and Mingyu. You need it to be able to survive the night since you already feel yourself tensing up at the possibility of Jungkook being in the same place as you.

You spot your other friends and hangout with them for the rest of the night. It's when you're playing beer pong with Jimin as your partner do you see Jungkook at the other side of the room. He's talking to some girl which is nothing new. It shouldn't phase you but it does. You thought you were going to be his pick for the night since he texted you a while ago.

You feel your heart fall at the sight of them, your chest physically hurting that you make Jimin throw the ball twice for the both of you since you can't focus. You feel all the fun and happiness slowly leave your body. You feel your stomach churn at the way he's got her trapped against the wall, tattooed arm placed beside her head, mouth whispering right against her ear. She's smiling and giggling at whatever Jungkook is telling her. You wish that were you.

"Forget about him," Jimin mutters in your ear. He's watching your beer pong opponents take their turn as you're watching Jungkook and the girl.

You shake your head at Jimin, turning your head to smile at him just to make it seem like you're okay. Just like Jihyo, he sees right through you.

Jimin's another close friend of Jungkook. They're not so different. Jimin likes to sleep around but he makes it clear that he doesn't want anything serious. Always nice and gentle with the girls he sleeps with. Jungkook makes it seem like you're his and only his. You wonder again why they're friends.

"Seriously, Y/N," Jimin says, a little bit of urgency in his tone. It's probably the look of longing on your face that raises concern in your friend. Everyone sees how broken you look when you catch Jungkook with another girl.

"I know," you say after a while. You talk just a little bit loud enough to be heard over the music. "Jungkook and I just sleep with each other. It's casual and that's it."

You hear Jimin sigh. He nods his head and it's his turn to throw the dirty ping pong ball. You've had this conversation with him and Jihyo numerous times already, sometimes it's the both of them and sometimes it's on separate occasions. You say the same thing every time. You think your friends are starting to give up on you. Maybe you should as well.

You force yourself to have fun for the rest of the night, always trying to be in a room where Jungkook isn't. You're not sure if he's spotted you. You don't know which hurts more—him not spotting you because he doesn't even bother looking for you in the crowd, or him spotting you but not talking to you because you're not his choice for the night. Either way, he doesn't care. You know he doesn't but you wish you did. You thought you'd catch his attention with the black dress you're wearing. Or with the way your hair is styled. But it doesn't work and you tell yourself that it's okay. You always see him in your peripheral though, either talking to someone or flirting with that girl.

You decide to leave when you see Jungkook leaving as well, fingers tangled with the girl's. She looks like a giggling mess and you can't blame her. Everyone falls for Jungkook's charms. You try not to dwell on the fact that they're going to have sex.

It's Jimin who walks you home. He can tell you're sad so he talks about his day and his classes, avoiding Jungkook's name even though you're positive that they hung out today. Jungkook's intertwined in so many people's lives it's hard to leave him out. But Jimin makes an effort just to distract you. You're grateful for it though and he keeps up the act all the way to your apartment. He asks if he can use your bathroom and you say yes, mindlessly changing into your pajamas once the bathroom door closes behind you. You thought you'd have a little bit more time to finish changing but you suddenly hear Jimin swear behind you. You live in a little studio apartment so there's not much room to hide.

"Oh fuck— Shit," he says. You turn around laughing to see him with his hand over his eyes. "Sorry," he mumbles.

You're in your underwear but you don't mind. "It's not like you haven't seen me like this before," you chuckle.

"Still," he reasons.

Because you're stupid and heartbroken and hurt, you walk up to Jimin and gently grab his wrist, bringing his arm down to his side. You look at him looking at anywhere else but you. Eventually he looks down at your body for a split second and you laugh at him.

"We shouldn't," he whispers.

You shrug your shoulders. "Just a little bit of fun, right?" you ask with a smile on your face. "Like old times?" you giggle.

Jimin lets out a scoff but it's more of a laugh. Like he can't believe you're both doing this again. "You sure you're not drunk?" he asks as he makes eye contact with you. Bingo. You got him.

"Nope," you say sweetly.

"But Jungkook?"

You roll your eyes to mask the hurt. "Don't care."

Jimin looks at you intently to make sure you're not bluffing. While you wait for his answer you unclasp your bra and let it fall down your shoulders, exposing yourself to him. His eyes widen at the sight.

"Okay," he breathes out. He suddenly holds you by the waist to place you on the kitchen counter. It has you giggling at him.

"Eager?" you ask when he starts kissing your neck. You feel him drag his teeth across your skin, like he's thinking if he should mark you up or not. You stretch your neck out even more and feel him biting at your skin, sure to leave a bruise.

"Just excited," he mumbles against your neck. You feel him smile.

You unzip his pants while he's busy sucking your nipples. He's hard already when you start pumping your hand up and down his cock.

"Feels good, baby," he moans in your ear. You're still wearing your underwear but Jimin doesn't mind, just pushes it to the side to insert two of his fingers inside your pussy.

"Oh," you choke out. He finds your spot right away and rubs his fingers against it. He doesn't make you come, just fingers you to make sure you're prepped. It's quick when he takes his fingers out and grabs the condom in the back pocket of his jeans. You watch him tear the packet open and roll the condom down his length.

You both don't say anything else as he pushes his cock past your tight walls. Doesn't give you a moment before he starts pounding, his skin slapping against yours.

It's always like this with Jimin—just quick and easy and no feelings attached. You both don't do it much, it happens at the most random times. Usually when you want to forget or when he's stressed from school. And after this you're both back to being friends. It's never awkward. You wish it were like this with Jungkook instead.

"Jimin," you moan when he starts rubbing your clit. "Gonna come."

"Go ahead, baby," he breathes out, placing a soft kiss on your cheek and leaving his lips there. You push yourself to release and Jimin follows right after. You're both breathing heavily when he pulls out, taking off the condom and throwing it in the bin. He zips up his pants and starts looking for something on your bed. You're still trying to catch your breath when you feel a shirt being put over your head. Jimin's sweet like this—does aftercare in the most platonic way possible.

"There," he says after helping you wear the shirt he found. He doesn't know it belongs to Jungkook. You don't think he minds if he does though.

"Thank you," you say quietly and give him a small smile.

"Anytime. I'll see you around, okay?" He kisses your forehead and you watch him leave your apartment.

The silence engulfs you and you think you should feel disgusted with yourself—that you're pining over a guy but you just had sex with another. With his close friend out of all people. But you push the thought to the back of your mind as you jump down from the kitchen counter and walk into your bathroom. You're just like Jungkook, you tell yourself. Just casually sleeping around and nothing else. He doesn't care and you don't either. You feel a teeny bit better.

You take a warm shower to wash all the remnants from tonight. You actually take your time just to clear your jumbled up mind. It's almost 30 minutes later when you step out and check your phone while you're drying off, heartbeat stopping at a text you've received almost an hour ago.

jk: u up?

jk: hey reply to me :(

jk: coming over

Your eyes widen at the last text. It was sent just 10 minutes ago. You don't know where he's coming from but the campus isn't that big so he'll probably be here soon. You quickly finish drying off and change into comfortable clothes. You hear a knock on the door the moment you finish changing. You take a deep breath before walking to the door and opening it.

You notice Jungkook's wearing the same clothes from the party but his shirt is a bit wrinkled. You think he just came from the girl's place. Probably fucked her and is here now because he's not satisfied. You should feel disgusted and mad but you're not. You're no better. You just slept with his friend.

"Hi," you mutter.

He smiles at you and leans in to kiss you on the lips. "Hey, sweetheart." It has you swooning.

You step to the side to let him in and he walks straight to your bed, sitting down to take off his shoes before lying down comfortably. You follow him and sit down on your bed right by his waist. He stretches out his arm to drape it over your thighs and you start tracing his tattoos absentmindedly. This is your usual routine.

"Did you stay in all night?" he asks. Just a little bit of conversation before he does what he's really here for. At least he has a little bit of decency. You don't mind though, it makes you think that he cares about you when he asks things like this.

You shake your head and smile at him. "Nah, Jihyo and Mingyu dragged me to that frat party." You can tell he's trying to hide his surprise.

"Oh, I didn't see you there," he mumbles.

"It's okay." You shrug. "There were a lot of people."

"We could've played beer pong together, I know you like doing that every time you're out."

Your heart clenches at his remark. You're surprised and hurt every time he remembers little things about you. "I was with Jimin, don't worry." Jungkook doesn't know the double meaning to it.

He nods and runs his fingers across your thighs. "Missed you. Sorry I didn't reply to your text earlier, got caught up in something." You know that's a lie. "Just got back from the party too, that's why I came here late." Another lie.

You nod and smile as if you believe him. And you force yourself to because it's easier than knowing the truth. It's silent for a moment before he mumbles c'mere and brings you on top of his lap.

"Missed this," he says quietly as he squeezes your thighs. His hands trail up your waist till he's squeezing your tits beneath the shirt you're wearing. You start grinding on his cock, getting out of breath too quickly. You missed this too. It's been a week since you last had sex with Jungkook which is a long time for the both of you.

"Kook," you pant. He's pinching your nipples knowing that's where you're most sensitive.

"I know, sweetheart. Take your shirt off for me, hm?"

You nod your head dumbly and do as you're told, watching Jungkook stare at your body. He stops moving beneath you and you're about to ask what's wrong when he brings his hand up to touch the hickey on your neck that Jimin left.

"Who's this from?" he asks. You can't tell if he's mad or just curious. Jungkook isn't showing any emotions on his face and you're starting to get nervous.

"Just..." You think if you should tell him the truth. You look into his eyes and try to see if there's any semblance of care. You don't know. You really can't tell. Then your eyes trails down his body, to his neck and the wrinkly white shirt he's wearing. There's a red stain on the collar and you know it's lipstick. From the girl he slept with earlier. "Someone," you finally mumble.

"Someone?" He continues rubbing the spot gently until he presses down on it with his thumb. He doesn't press down too hard, but it's with enough force to have you hissing slightly.

"It's from Jimin," you finally say. He doesn't say anything but raise an eyebrow at your reply. You don't know if he already knows that you and Jimin have slept together. He doesn't look so surprised, or maybe he is and he's just really good at schooling his expressions.

He makes eye contact with you again and you feel his hand going to the back of your head, grabbing a handful of your hair to press your lips against his. The kiss feels urgent and rushed, his tongue instantly slipping in your mouth and tangling with yours. You're on top of him yet you feel defenseless as he holds you by your hair and kisses you hard. You let Jungkook do as he pleases and forget about the little conversation you just had. You start grinding on his cock again and he reciprocates this time, hips moving against yours.

Before you know it, he rolls you over and pins your arms above your head. You stare at him with wide eyes and he smirks at you in return. He holds your wrists with one hand and takes off your shorts and underwear with the other. He's fully dressed while you're not and you know you're at his mercy. He knows this too as he spreads your thighs apart with his hand.

"Keep your hands there," he whispers. You hold your bed frame for good measure. You just want to please him. He trails kisses down your body, from your neck to your nipples to your tummy. He stops by your thighs and you feel his breath against your skin. You squirm beneath Jungkook to get him to do something, to touch you and pleasure you. He shakes his head, still with that damn smirk on his face. He starts kissing your thighs, close to your pussy just to tease you.

"Didn't know you and Jimin have a thing going on," he says against your skin. You shiver at the vibrations his voice provides.

You feel Jungkook bite down on your inner thighs. "We don't," you choke out. He scoffs and starts kissing your pussy. Just light kisses that start making you crazy because you just want his mouth on you. "We're just friends," you say weakly.

He looks up from where he's laying between your legs. "Like us?"

Us.

You know what he means but at the same time you don't. You're friends with Jimin like you're friends with Jungkook. But you don't long for Jimin like you do for Jungkook. You don't yearn for Jimin the same way, don't look for him in every place you're at, don't pine for his affection or his touches. Jimin isn't like Jungkook and you both know that. You just don't know if you're different from the other girls Jungkook fucks.

"No," you say truthfully. It's said with defeat and desperation because you know he's not going to touch you till you answer him. "Not like us."

You know Jungkook won't pry anymore because he finally starts licking your pussy, starting with your outer lips until his tongue is inside your hole licking every crevice. Then he starts sucking your clit and that's when you truly lose it, legs going around his head to keep him against your cunt.

"Fuck," you almost scream. You're so close already that you should feel embarrassed but you're not. Jungkook knows your body too well. No one holds a candle to how good he eats you out. "Please," you whimper.

"Please what, sweetheart?"

"Please make me come!" you beg. "Need it, need it so much." You starting grinding your hips against his mouth.

"You're so desperate," he chuckles. It's said meanly but the comment flies over your head. You don't care anymore; you just want some sort of release. "But not yet."

You suddenly feel cold because Jungkook removes his mouth from you, standing up and getting out of the bed to remove his clothing. You continue holding the bed frame above you because you want to be good for him. You watch him strip his clothes off till he's naked just like you, tattooed hand wrapping around his cock.

It's long and thick and it splits you open every time he fucks you. You really don't know how you manage to take him every time.

Jungkook is so mean and unfair with the way he's teasing you right now, pleasuring himself while you lay on the bed. You're about to open your mouth to complain when he finally nods his head, motioning you to get up. "Kneel. Hands behind your back, okay?"

You nod your head and get in position on the bed, head tilting up to look at his cock. It's so hard and the tip is already leaking. You just want your mouth around him.

"Open," he says.

You open your mouth and stick your tongue out, just the way Jungkook likes. As expected, he spits directly into your mouth and you swallow right away.

"Good girl. Now suck."

He brings his cock to your lips and you immediately start sucking. You push your length all the way in till you feel him at the back of your throat.

"Gotta take all of me in, pretty. Or else I won't fuck your little pussy."

You know Jungkook takes his threats seriously so you back up a little to catch your breath before taking him in your mouth again. God, he's so big and thick your jaw is already starting to feel sore. But you power through and keep taking him in your mouth until your nose touches his tummy. You try not to gag around him but it's no use. You also feels your eyes tearing up.

Jungkook doesn't care you're struggling. In fact, he loves it because he's got that stupidly handsome smile on his face. He strokes your cheeks for a while and you try to even out your breathing.

"I wanna fuck your throat, sweetheart. Can you take it?" he asks sweetly.

You know it's a rhetorical question but you nod anyways, as much as you could with a dick down your throat.

"Let me in then."

You close your eyes and relax your throat even more. Jungkook holds your head then and pushes you towards him even deeper. You're helpless since your hands are behind your back. You gag again and start feeling lightheaded.

"There we go," he finally says once his whole length is in your mouth. You feel the tip down your throat. You're struggling so much but you try not to move. You just want to please him. "Gonna move now," he mumbles and starts moving his hips. You let him fuck your throat for God knows how long. You're full on crying when he stops and withdraws his length halfway out your mouth. You take the time to gasp for air and you even cough a little, head bowing down to regain your breathing. You faintly hear Jungkook laugh above you.

"I'm not yet done, love. Was just feeling nice enough to give you a little breather."

You nod your head and look up at him, mouth opening wide to let him know you're ready again.

"You just let me do whatever I want, huh?" he chuckles. You're not sure if he means something else but to you it does. You willingly let Jungkook do anything to you. Even if it results in heartbreak.

He stares at you for a while and spreads the spit and precum that's on your lips. "So messy." Then he's back to inserting his length inside your mouth. The glide is smoother this time since you're already prepped. "There we go," he groans out. He stays still and feels the imprint of his dick on your throat. "Look so pretty for me."

Jungkook starts moving again but thankfully his pace is slow this time. You're sure you'll have a sore throat by tomorrow.

"Keep your eyes open, okay? Wanna see you cry."

You look at him while he's fucking your mouth, looking at the way his cock moves in your throat. You're starting to lose your breath and you think Jungkook could tell as well because he grants you reprieve and steps back. You're coughing more this time, hands catching yourself in front of you. You barely get enough time to regain your breathing before you feel Jungkook grabbing your head and bringing your lips to his.

"Did so good for me," he says against your mouth.

You're trembling in his hold and you grab his arms to steady yourself. "Fuck me please," you try to say but your voice comes out hoarse and ragged.

He kisses your cheek and then your jaw. "I will, don't worry," he coos. "Always gonna give you what you want." Another lie. You know that's not true.

You're putty in his hands as he maneuvers you to the position he wants to fuck you in, which is on your hands and knees with your ass high in the air.

"Just like that," he whispers. He pushes down on your shoulders even more so that you're wide and open for him. He starts rubbing your pussy and you can't help but moan out loud. "You're so wet, sweetheart. All from sucking my cock?"

You nod wordlessly from your position on the bed. "Jungkook!" you scream as he plunges two fingers in your pussy. He's ruthless as he fucks his fingers fast and hard, hitting your g-spot right away. "Please," you cry out. You're so wound up and tense and you just want to come already but he won't let you.

You hear Jungkook chuckle from behind you. "Still so tight, baby. Thought Jimin stretched you out already." You're about to reply but you feel his thumb press against your rim and your senses go haywire, mind going blank because you're so overwhelmed.

"Please, please," you beg quietly. You're crying again and you'd do anything at this point to get Jungkook to fuck you. He withdraws his fingers from your holes and you hear the crinkling of plastic behind you. You turn your head slightly to see him slipping a condom on. Jungkook has never fucked you raw and you never asked why because you already know the answer. You'll get hurt hearing the truth anyway.

He holds your hips to steady you. He rubs the head of his cock up and down your folds. "You want this?" he asks roughly.

"Yes. Please."

Finally, finally, Jungkook pushes his cock in your pussy. It doesn't take long because you're so wet he slides right in to the hilt.

"You feel so good around me." He stills for a moment and you grab your ass to spread your cheeks even more.

"Please move, Kook."

You hear him groan. "God, baby, you're filthy." He starts fucking into you and your mind goes blank. You feel his thick cock slide in and out, the tip already kissing your cervix.

"Feels so good," you mumble incoherently. Jungkook fucks you quick and hard, holding your hips so tightly you know it's going to bruise. You feel his balls slap against your clit which adds even more pleasure. You feel yourself getting close again and arch your back.

"Can I please come?" you ask through your moans. "Please let me come, Jungkook. Please—"

"Come," he finally says. It's the only word you need to hear before you let go, that coil in you snapping and bringing pleasure all over your body. You don't know you're moaning so loudly you're almost screaming. You feel your pussy just gush and it gets so wet and sticky you're surprised Jungkook doesn't slip out. It's so filthy that you hear squelching noises as well. Your orgasm goes on for so long you don't know how you're still holding yourself up.

"You creamed my cock so much, baby," Jungkook says. He slows down his pace but he's still moving so you can ride out your high. "Got me wet and even your sheets."

You barely hear him and there's just a buzzing sound around your head. Your body feels so heavy and you just want to collapse but you arch your back even more for Jungkook.

He laughs. "Think I fucked you stupid." He increases his pace again and you just kneel there and take it. "Gonna make me fucking come," he growls as his hips snap against yours. "Fuck." He fucks you some more and you groan every time he hits your g-spot.

Suddenly, he pulls out so fast. "Don't move," he groans. You stay in place and watch him remove the condom off, hand going to stroke his cock as he brings himself to his release. You feel his come on you, right on your pussy and asshole. "Fuck, baby," he groans. You feel even stickier with his load on you. Then he bends down to kiss your neck, and then your cheek, and then a gentle one on your lips.

"You okay?" he asks quietly. His arm goes to wrap around your waist and you slowly start sinking onto the bed.

"Mhm," you mumble and try to keep your emotions at bay. You always feel so overwhelmed after sex with Jungkook. You let a few tears fall down your cheeks but it's the kind of tears of relief from an intense orgasm.

Jungkook presses his front against your back, not caring that his come is still on you. He starts kissing your face again then rubs his nose up and down your throat. "Just breathe, yeah?" he says quietly. You nod weakly against his hold and do just that. The both of you say nothing as you try to calm your racing heart.

You don't know how many minutes pass by until Jungkook stands up. You don't have the strength in you to move your position on the bed or ask where he's going. A few minutes later you feel a wet rag on your back. You let Jungkook clean you up while the both of you still don't say a thing. Then he's moving you on the bed again so your head is on the pillows and he's right behind you, lying down comfortably to be the big spoon. You feel him kissing your head.

"Sleep," he mumbles against your hair. With Jungkook holding you and with his steady breaths guiding yours, you fall asleep right away.

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You don't know what time it is when you wake up but there's still sunlight peeking through your curtains so you suppose it's still morning. You turn to face the other side of the bed only to find it empty. You don't know what time Jungkook left, if he stayed the night or left the moment you fell asleep. You're used to it already but it doesn't mean you're not hurt. Your heart constricts at the empty space beside you. You move again to lay on your back and cover your face with yours hands, letting out shaky breaths while trying not to breakdown. God, maybe Jimin was right. Just forget about him.

But it's hard not to. It's hard to forget about him when you have sex constantly, when his touches are gentle but also rough. When he wants you to reply to his messages and when he wants you against his body. It's hard because he's friends with your friends. It's hard when he takes care of you after every intense orgasm. It's hard when he makes it seem like he wants you just as much as you want him.

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etherealinowrites · 9 months

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Idk why but I have the feelings that leeknow will be a naughty husband and will get jealous of breastfeeding the babies but not him.

IMAGINE HIM SUCKING WAITING FOR THE MILK TO POUR OUT

oh i love how gone we all are for this man🤤

minors dni

to say that husband minho was possessive and annoying about it was an understatement. his hands were always on you, touching you in some way or the other. oh and the teasing, the groping the unstoppable edging and overwhelming feelings left you almost always wet.

husband minho just loved it when you would walk around braless to be able to feed your babies whenever needed. he loved watching your gorgeous tits fall out of your top, full of milk, ready to be sucked on.

oh how he hated that he couldn’t do that.

was he being petty? of course he was! but how could he stay away from those perfect globes of yours? look at them! swollen, sore, sensitive and just begging to be sucked. he watched your youngest baby open his tiny mouth, taking your nipple in and starting to suck on it. oh it was such a lovely scene, so cute, you, his beautiful wife and the mother of his children, feeding your baby.

but once you were done, he couldn’t help but want to try it himself. oh how badly he wanted to be the one to suck on your tits all the fucking time. the babies had definitely taken away from your sexual life but he was fine, till he realised he missed your body more than he realised.

“hey baby, just put the kids to sleep-“ was all you said one night, walking into the living room where he sat and you barely had completed the sentence before he had pulled you into his lap, kissing you harshly. “mhm good, mommy’s all mine then” he grunted and you immediately melted, kissing him back.

“min- baby what’s wrong-“ you gasped out, and he was pushing you closer to him, rubbing your pussy on his thigh, making you gasp and he pushed his tongue inside. “need you, need to suck on your pretty tits mommy” he smirked, calling you all the names but you both knew he was in control.

he didn’t wait for anything, pulling your neckline down and pushing your breasts out, sucking on them harshly. the sensitivity made you whine, pulling away. “minho wait i’m sore-“ you protested but he pulled you roughly, attaching his lips to your nipple harshly, mercilessly sucking on them.

“need to suck your tits mommy, fuck, need your milk” he whined, making you shiver at his words and give into him touch. he was so obsessed with every inch of you, he could not get enough. “i won’t stop till i milk you dry” he grunted, laying on the sofa and playing with your tits.

“where’s the milk?” he mocked, watching you squirm as he slapped your breasts and watched them jiggle. “why won’t mommy let me drink hmm?” he teased, making you whimper ay his filthy words. oh he knew just what to say.

what could you say? your husband minho was definitely naughty when it came to your body.

[compiled list of hard thoughts]

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slvtforoldermen · 1 month

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Pedro’s Characters: The Dick-tionary

How big are Pedro Pascal’s characters and some NSFW headcannons

(WARNING: DETAILS OF PENISES AND TALKS OF SEX - MDNI)

Part Two <3

A/N: Sorry I never continued Fluff February :(, I lost motivation so I’ll just write them and post them as a prompt list for whenever…

Joel Miller:

Okay, all his characters are big, it’s a known fact, but Joel is 100% the biggest. Probably about 8.5 inches, with a pretty pink mushroom tip, and GIRTHY AGH! There’s a vein on it that is really visible when he’s hard. Oh and his balls are big too. Everything about Joel is just big. Not only is he big but you best believe he knows how to use it too. He’s got a daddy kink… Fav positions are missionary and cowgirl, however when he’s angry doggy or the mating press are a no-brainer. Daddy kink! DOMINANT!!! There’s no way this man is a sub, it just doesn’t work, he’s just so dom yknow, and when he’s soft, he’s the sweetest he’s ever been, but if he’s angry, hard dom Joel comes out and that’s a man you don’t wanna piss off if you wanna cum. He’s got such a daddy kink. “Fuck babygirl/boy, you’re so fucking sweet, sugar. So fucking good for daddy. Yeah baby? You like that? Such a good little girl/boy, so fucking sweet.” Daddy kink is such is a big thing for him. Hair wise? Well it’s the apocalypse so it’s probably hard to find the Manscaper 3000 or whatever. He trims his hair with some scissors, honestly he didn’t really care for shaving before you, so he just let it grow, but once when you were sucking him, you almost sneezed from how much it tickled your nose and made a little joke about it after, which made Joel feel a little bad so he cut them just a little shorter. Oh I’m sorry and did I mention… DADDY KINK!!!

Javier Peña:

(Here I’m purely writing about Javier Pena in a fictional sense AS PEDRO, not the real guy, this has nothing to do with the real Javier Pena)

Okay, Javier, my baby daddy. Um, who said that- ANYWAYS! Javier is probably the second biggest, in joint place with Oberyn, definitely about 7-7.5 inches, as he’s nicknamed by moi, the Pussy Slayer of Medellin. It goes without saying that Javier is rough, as we’ve seen, side note: I don’t know why I thought watching Narcos with my family would be a good idea… I was sat on the couch like “😀 okay, I’m watching Pedro have sex next to my mum, just a normal Saturday morning…” anyways back to it (hehe Negan reference) but Javier is rough, doggy and cowgirl are his favourite positions, but sometimes when he’s feeling a little somber he likes a little missionary. As how domestically-kinky I like my men, I’m a little disappointed that Javier isn’t a committed man, but he does have a tiny 🤏 breeding kink, he defo isn’t a fan of being called daddy, in fact just call him Javi and he’s yours, and he’s dom obviously. “Oh carino, you take my cock so well, you good little whore… fuck… my sweet little angel.” I mean, we’ve all seen his hair, so do we really need address it, that also might genuinely be my fav sex scene in all of cinema history.

Oberyn Martell

Okay, admittedly, I haven’t seen any proper scenes of Oberyn, because I’ve just started GOT, so I have no clue what his character is like apart from being a HUGE BISEXUAL SLUT, so he’s just like me 🤭

Oberyn, tying with Javier, is about 7-7.5 inches, and I feel like his cock is definitely a lot more tan than others, idk why, it’s just an instinct. Defo uncircumcised. His fav positions are definitely cowgirl OH and dude is the literal definition of a pillow prince, again, just like me. Suck his dick, please, just suck his dick. Again, I don’t know how he’s presented in GOT, but I’m like 74% sure he’s dominant? From the clips I’ve seen 🫣 Hair wise, do razors exists in the GOT world? Or does my man just shave himself with a sword.

Javi Gutierrez:

Oh my sweet baby Javi… he’s so kinky. I’m fully convinced he’s into full BDSM, not so much where he has to do it every single time, but maybe like once a month. When I was watching TUWOMT for the first time, when Nick is about to go into the room with all his merch and stuff, I was dead convinced it was gonna be a sex dungeon. There’s no way a man is this sweet and adorable without being into some freaky shit.

Anyway, Javi is about 6.5 inches, with a sweet pink tip and he’s definitely a giver not a taker, don’t get him wrong, he ADORES you with his dick in your mouth, but he prefers to eat you out/suck your dick for hours on end. Oh and he’s a sweet talker, when you guys aren’t being full kinky, he’ll praise you to hours on end, mumbling in your ear how good you are in that sexy accent of his. Is a little bit of a switch, but mostly dominant, soft dom if it’s a normal night but if it’s that special night, only your safe word will pull him out of hard dom space. Definitely the type to overstimulate you in a sweet way “you can take it right sweetheart? Mi amor~ just take my cock nice and good, ahí tienes.” Um, daddy kink for surely, but not like every single night like Joel. But when he’s between your legs, and he’s stimulated you so far into sub space, and you’re struggling to keep your eyes open, and you’re reaching up for him, babbling how good his cock feels in your hole, he can’t help but coo down at you and praise you so hard. He’s not bald, but his hair isn’t long, just trimmed to the point where it tickles your nose when you suck his cock.

Din Djarin

Okay, so I think it’s canon that Din hasn’t really ever felt human touch, so I feel he’s really inexperienced… but the dude’s got a pretty dick. Like it’s just so… pretty. About 6 inches with a sweet baby pink tip, he’s so sensitive too. He loves head but he really can’t say it, he’s just too embarrassed. I just get the vibe that he’s mostly subby. He tried to be dom once but the poor baby couldn’t handle it all. But then he tried again and he did so good, but it tired him out, so if he’s domming, which is once in a blue moon, he’s going to be soft, maybe even softer than Javi. Mommy/Daddy kink!! “Please, I’m good right? Please, please tell me I’m doing good… you always feel so so good, I love you so much.” Please, he’s so sweet I love him. It’s rare that you guys get off together because of reasons due to his upbringing and stuff so he just likes being taken care of, the sweet boy. Before you, he never really cared for shaving, so when you first strip together, he’s a little nervous about it, and then after that he trims it, quite short.

Marcus Moreno

If anyone says this man is a hard dom they’re just kidding themselves, this man is the sweetest man out there, obviously not as much as Din ofc <3.

Marcus has an obsession with using his hands, making you cum just by fingering you. Then when he’s inside you, he slips his fingers into your mouth, or around your neck, or on your cheek. His dick is about 7 inches, and like everyone else, knows how to use it perfectly. Angel is one of his favourite nicknames to call you. “My perfect Angel, taking my cock so good baby…” whilst hes thrusting into you ever so gently. Would never EVER do it when Missy is around, so quickies before picking Missy up from school are his go to, but he loves the days where his mom can take her out for the day or even a grandma sleepover so he can be with you for hours. You under him, over him, him inside you, his good girl/boy, his good angel. Pleasuring you until you get numb. The armpit hair in the scene of the gif gets me and idk why, I have never had a thing for armpit hair but maybe I’m just really horny, but his hair down there is nice and trimmed, not bald, never bald.

Tim Rock(Hard)Ford

Here we go…

Oh Tim man! I have a teensy 🤏 detective kink so when Pedro played this role it was over for me.

Maybe it’s the greying, like Joel, but I feel like he’s huge, just like Joel. He’s 8 inches, living his best life. But he’s just a tired old man, so when he gets home, please just get on your knees for him, he’ll just lay there, stroking your hair, praising you, telling you how good you suck his cock. Then he’ll bring you up to the bed and return the favour, making sure to always get you to tell him about your day as he does so. Saturday nights are always his favourite time to rail into you, he’s had the whole day off, just resting, watching you walk around, getting him so worked up. He has a domestic kink. So seeing you do chores get him so hard. Loves fucking between your thighs when you’re sleeping because he gets home so late and just needs a little relief, but you look so cute and peaceful while you sleep and because he’s so considerate, he doesn’t wanna wake you. “So good for me baby, so good for daddy, gonna fill you up, you’re not gonna let any of my cum slip out right, gonna keep it all in your tummy, yeah, that’s it, cum for me.” TALKS YOU THROUGH IT!!! Sleeps naked. Not trimmed, not shaved, just grows it out, he’s old so he doesn’t care, it’s not like anyone but you would be seeing him like this anyways.

Dieter Bravo

I love Dieter, he’s so cute.

Not dom, but not sub either, just dom enough to see you break under him but sub enough to whimper and get soooo desperate. Such a huge pillow prince, he loves it when you suck him, especially when you grab his balls and caress them, he cums so quick when that happens. He’s about 6.5 inches, and it loves fast, not as in quickie, but he loves seeing you fall apart as he jackhammers into your hole. When you ride him he gets so sweet, and he can last long, don’t worry, but you just look so pretty on top of him, he can’t help it, please don’t be mad at him. Has a thing for dry humping, especially in the morning when he’s too lazy to move properly. “So good baby, oh yeah, fuck, grind against me just like that, mmmf fuck…” loves to beg and watch you beg, he’s so good to and for you, don’t doubt him ever. He doesn’t shave, he trims it, but he’s so goofy, so once he shaved it into a heart.

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kithtaehyung · 9 months

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seven days (m) (teaser) | jjk

POSTED HERE JULY 22ND, 2023!! upcoming series: seven days (m) pairing: fuckboy!jungkook x reader(f) genre/rating: m (18+) ; angst , fluff , smut ; roommates to lovers au summary: you dump yet another guy that wasn’t up to your “ten day standards,” which leaves your cocky ass, very off-limits roommate to tease your single status yet again. but the teasing is always expected. what’s not expected, is the bet that you make without thinking. the bet that even though you give ten days, he wouldn’t even last seven. warnings: cursing, alcohol/vape mentions, parties, he wears glasses sometimes😔👍, chains bc it’s tradition atp lmaooo, cocky!jk, feelings🤕, big big big jk, flirty!jk, baddie!reader😌, multiple explicit scenes🫠, jk constantly in grey sweatpants and nothing else :))), full lists to be revealed each chapter! notes: …so this song called seven dropped and— notes 2: but really there was a fic that had been in the wips for a minute, and i just so happened to have a burst of energy to expand on it so here we are! making it a series to allow myself time to dedicate meaningful energy to each scene and not rush them💕 est. chapters: prologue | mon | tue | wed | thurs | fri | sat | sun | seven days est. running dates: july-september 2023 taglist: sign up here (i check every entry so read the rules!) teaser: below the cut if you want a taste 🩵

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“Sure did,” Jungkook puffs before stepping away, taking all the tight space with him and letting you breathe again. “But all I’m saying is, you gotta lower your standards or—”

“No.”

“Or,” he continues, giving you a look, “Not complain if they’re too high.”

“Well, thank you.” With your nose grazing the sky, you point out, “I’d like to think they’re just right.”

“What even are they anyway? All you’ve said is something about ten days.”

“That’s basically it,” you murmur, resting your arms on the island as to not have your chest in full view. “If I still like someone after ten days, I know I’d be fine dating them for real.”

There’s silence when you finish. When you finally look, the gawk you’re getting in return almost makes you laugh. “What?”

“You mean those days are only a trial run?”

You do break into laughter this time, burying your face in slight shyness. “And what about it!”

“Are you serious—?” Jungkook rounds the island so that he can speak directly at your hidden features. “Has anyone even gotten past all ten with you?”

You pause, breath fanning the granite top beneath you and wisping around your face. When you lift your gaze above your arms, you keep it trained on the countertop instead of his curiosity,

“No.”

He doesn’t say a word.

“Not since my standards changed.”

And you think that’s the end of this conversation. Because what else is there to say? You know your expectations are impossible but you think this is a hell of a lot better than—

“I could do it.”

“What.” A glare is shot. “Absolutely not.”

“Why not?”

“You? No.” You shake your head. “You wouldn’t even last seven.”

“Try me,” he challenges, and you still can’t take him seriously despite the fire in his eyes. “I’ve lasted a lot more than that as your roommate, right?”

“But that’s—this is—this is different! Be for real, Kook.” You vacate the island and head to your room, having enough of his teasing for one morning.

But you get stopped at the doorway, a bare chest and chains blocking your vision and sending your mind into a frenzy. When you flick your gaze to his face, he simply says, with the straightest expression,

“I am.”

tbc. :))

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bitchiswild · 5 months

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No Harm's List

GP Karina × F! Reader

Warnings: Smut, kidnapping, guns, idk🤷‍♀️

Word Count: 7.9k

A/n: It was getting good but then I started spewing out words for the plot sorry if it's bad/ doesn't make sense.😬

〰・♡・〰

The door burst open with a deafening crash, the suddenness of it jolting everyone in the room. "EVERYBODY GET FUCKING DOWN NOW!" A voice boomed, the urgency unmistakable, as four figures rushed in brandishing weapons and firing shots into the ceiling. Panic rippled through the room like wildfire, screams piercing the air as people scrambled in terror, desperate to evade the chaos unfolding around them.

The thunderous sound of gunfire echoed, the rapid shots sending plaster and dust raining down. The room became a whirlwind of confusion and fear, with individuals dropping to the ground, seeking cover and safety, hearts pounding in their chests. The sheer terror of the moment immobilized many, their instincts urging them to shield themselves, hoping to avoid any harm in the frantic turmoil.

The assailants, their faces obscured behind masks, moved with a calculated menace, their commands sharp and threatening. The din of panic intertwined with the harsh orders, creating a disorienting symphony of terror. Every second felt like an eternity, the fear tangible in the air, thick and suffocating.

Amidst the chaos, cries for help and pleas for mercy mixed with the din, a desperate chorus of individuals caught in an unforeseen nightmare. The scene was a frenzy of uncertainty and dread, each person praying for a swift end to the terrifying ordeal that had befallen them.

"Tie them up and knock them out," commanded the leader's voice. The other three members swiftly organized the captives, binding them and using the rifles to render them unconscious. My heart pounded as I cowered in a corner, watching the chaos unfold. As the leader approached with a coil of rope, a glint of recognition flashed in their eyes.

"Y/n?" Their voice held a mix of shock and familiarity.

My breath caught at the sound of my name, and fear clenched my chest. "Still as beautiful as ever, darling," They continued in a softer tone, their eyes reflecting an unexpected tenderness. At that moment, I recognized Jimin, my first love, amidst the turmoil.

"Jimin," I uttered in disbelief, the rush of memories flooding back, colliding with the present chaos. His wink acknowledged the connection that bridged the years between us. Turning to the others securing the captives, Jimin raised his voice, announcing, "This girl's on the NHL!" Recognition flickered in their eyes as they looked upon my face. "Got it, boss!" they responded in unison.

The shock of encountering my first love amidst such a terrifying situation left me reeling. Questions churned in my mind, mingling with the fear and the bittersweet rush of memories long buried. Jimin's unexpected presence had added an unexpected twist to the intense and confusing scenario.

The chaos in the room intensified as I tried to make sense of the unfolding events. "NHL? What could that possibly mean?" I pondered silently, my mind racing as I observed the other members carrying out Jimin's orders, tying people up and rendering them unconscious.

Abruptly, the sound of a walkie-talkie pierced through the chaos. "Boss, you have 10 minutes till the cops and feds get here. Hurry up!" The urgency in the voice snapped me back to the tense reality of the situation. Karina, evidently in charge, sprang into action, urgently summoning one of her associates, Giselle. They swiftly moved towards the manager, coercing him to unlock the safe.

"Please, let me go," the manager pleaded desperately. But Karina's eyes remained void of emotion as she fired a shot, grazing his leg. "HURRY UP, OPEN THE SAFE!" Her demand cut through the air, her voice chillingly cold. The manager whimpered in pain and fear, complying as he opened the safe. As the safe door swung open, Giselle wasted no time, swiftly filling her duffle bag with cash.

Karina's gaze lingered on the injured manager, his eyes pleading for mercy. She looked down at him, before knocking him out with the butt of her gun. With a determined resolve, she joined Giselle in the safe, assisting in collecting the cash.

The scene unfolded with a terrifying efficiency, each action calculated and executed with precision.My mind reeled at the sudden brutality contrasted with the urgency of their actions. It was a stark reminder of the dangerous world I found myself caught up in, leaving me torn between fear and a disconcerting sense of witnessing a reality I never knew existed.

As they swiftly gathered the cash, stuffing it into a bulky duffle bag, the urgency of their actions was palpable. With the loot secured, the three members dashed towards the waiting getaway car, their hurried steps echoing in the tense atmosphere.

Meanwhile, Karina diverged from the hurried pace of her associates, taking a moment to approach me. With a tender touch, she caressed my face, her words carrying a mixture of reassurance and urgency. "I'll see you soon, darling," she murmured before hastening after the others, disappearing into the fray, her figure blending seamlessly into the night's chaos. Overwhelmed, I succumbed to unconsciousness.

As the chaos subsided and the adrenaline wore off, I found myself lying in a hospital bed, disoriented and groggy. The events of the robbery played on a loop in my mind, a surreal and terrifying experience that left me shaken to the core. My body ached from the stress, and as I tried to gather my bearings, the nurses rushed in upon my awakening.

"What happened?" I managed to croak out, my voice strained.

"You were at a bank during a robbery. The ordeal was extremely stressful, and your body reacted by causing you to pass out," explained the nurse, diligently checking my vitals.

A sudden knock on the door interrupted our conversation. Two uniformed officers entered the room. "Good day, Miss Y/Ln. I'm Officer Johnson, and this is my partner, Officer Park. We have some questions to ask you, if that's alright," they introduced themselves, their tone professional yet concerned.

"Um, I suppose so," I replied hesitantly. "But I must warn you, my memory is a bit fuzzy right now. I might have a hard time remembering everything that happened."

The officers nodded understandingly, pulling up chairs to sit nearby. They began asking me about the details of the robbery, trying to piece together the events based on my recollection. Despite my best efforts, the traumatic experience had left my memory fragmented, making it difficult to provide a clear account of the events that had transpired. The frustration of not being able to fully remember only added to the overwhelming sense of confusion and vulnerability.

I intentionally omitted that I knew Karina. Amidst the chaos, I wrestled with the decision to conceal our connection, unsure of the implications it might have. As the officers asked their questions, I struggled to navigate the fine line between protecting myself and revealing the truth.

"I'm sorry, officers," I began hesitantly, "I... I might have forgotten some details. It was all so overwhelming." Despite the inner turmoil, I held back the knowledge of recognizing Karina, uncertain of the consequences of revealing our prior acquaintance.

The officers nodded sympathetically, understanding the distress I was under. They continued to ask probing questions, trying to fill in the gaps in my memory. However, the deliberate omission weighed heavily on me, adding to the complex tangle of emotions swirling within.

With each passing moment, the guilt of withholding crucial information gnawed at me. But the fear of potential repercussions and the uncertainty of Karina's motives kept me silent. It was a conflicted state, grappling with the desire to protect myself while grappling with the moral dilemma of withholding information about someone involved in the crime.

As the interrogation continued, I struggled to balance my own safety with the ethical dilemma of concealing what I knew. The events of that fateful day lingered like a dark cloud, casting a shadow over my thoughts and leaving me torn between fear, guilt, and the moral responsibility to reveal the truth.

The officers concluded their questioning, leaving me alone in the room to grapple with the conflicting thoughts swirling within. Just as I contemplated speaking up about my knowledge of Karina, the door swung open once more.

"I'm sorry, officers, but I'm feeling unwell, and I can't handle any more questions," I started to explain, intending to divert their attention. However, my words trailed off as I caught sight of Karina entering the room, carrying a bouquet of flowers.

A wave of shock and apprehension washed over me at her unexpected appearance. I was torn between relief at seeing a familiar face amidst the chaos and the rising concern about the implications of her presence in this situation. My heart raced as I tried to make sense of the conflicting emotions.

Karina's calm demeanor contradicted the turmoil in my mind. She approached with a warm smile, the flowers held out in a gesture that seemed almost incongruous with the circumstances. My throat tightened, unsure of what to say or how to react to her sudden appearance in the hospital room. Her presence added another layer of complexity to the already perplexing situation, leaving me with more questions than answers.

The room felt charged with tension as Karina placed the bouquet of lilies on the nearby table, her soft voice breaking the silence. "Darling, how are you feeling?" she inquired, her concern genuine as she leaned closer.

My surprise at her presence mingled with a sense of caution. "Jimin, what are you doing here?" I murmured urgently, trying to keep our conversation discreet, aware of the potential consequences.

Karina's laughter held a touch of warmth. "Just checking up on you," she replied softly, her fingers delicately brushing my hair behind my ear, a gesture so familiar it stirred memories from our past.

Anxiety crept in as I spoke, the words tumbling out in a rush, "If you think I told the cops, I promise you, I didn't."

"I know you won't tell anyone, darling," she said, her gaze holding a depth of emotion, her hand gently clasping mine.

"How would you know that?" I raised an eyebrow, searching for answers in her eyes.

"Because of our past, because of the love we had," she said with a wistful smile, a subtle reference to our shared history that flooded my mind with a rush of conflicting emotions. The memories of our connection resurfaced, stirring a mix of longing and uncertainty, leaving me torn between the pull of the past and the weight of the present situation.

The weight of unanswered questions hung heavy in the air as I confronted Karina. "Why are you doing this?" I asked, desperate for an explanation, for any glimpse into the motives behind her involvement in these robberies.

"This isn't the place for me to explain, darling," she replied cryptically, her demeanor guarded yet strangely affectionate. With a swift motion, she handed me a card, a gesture laden with implications. I accepted it, staring at the card in my hand, a tangible link to a world I hadn't anticipated being a part of.

As Karina rose from her seat, a sense of helplessness washed over me. "I'll see you soon," she said, leaving me with a parting wink before vanishing through the door. The quiet room enveloped me once again, my mind swirling with more questions than answers, clutching onto the card as if it held the key to unraveling the mysteries surrounding Karina and her inexplicable actions.

Alone with my thoughts, I grappled with the complexity of emotions stirred by her unexpected visit. The weight of the past intertwined with the uncertainty of the present, leaving me torn between the desire to understand and the fear of delving deeper into a world that seemed both dangerous and familiar.

The anticipation built with each ringing tone, my heart racing as I held the card and dialed the number printed on it. The moment felt surreal, the phone pressed to my ear, amplifying the thrumming of my heartbeat. Finally, a voice on the other end broke the silence.

"Hello?" The familiar husky tone filtered through the line, sending a rush of emotions through me.

"Jimin, it's me, Y/n," I managed, my voice trembling with a mix of nervousness and urgency. "Where can we meet up?"

There was a brief pause, the weight of the situation palpable even through the phone line. Jimin's voice came through again, calm and measured, "I'll text you an address. Meet me there in an hour."

The call ended, leaving me with a whirlwind of emotions and a sense of apprehension. I awaited the text, my hands still shaking slightly from the conversation, bracing myself for what awaited me at the meeting point. The next steps were uncertain, but the need for answers and closure compelled me to follow through, despite the lingering sense of unease.

The grandeur of the mansion took my breath away as I stood before it, feeling a mix of awe and trepidation. With a deep breath, I approached the front door and rang the bell, unsure of what awaited me inside.

The door swung open, revealing a familiar face that filled me with both surprise and nostalgia. "Oh my god! Y/n! How are you doing, girl?" exclaimed the person, moving in for a hug. It was Ningning, an old friend from the past, and the shock of encountering her in this context jolted me.

"Oh my god, Ningning! You work with Karina??" I blurted out, my astonishment evident in my voice as I hugged her back, seeking answers.

"Yeah! You know how it is, BFFL," she laughed, a mix of familiarity and ease in her demeanor that momentarily calmed my nerves. We shared a chuckle, reminiscing about old times.

"Even Winter and Aeri are working with her, let me call them for you!" Ningning announced, her voice carrying through the halls. Within moments, Winter and Aeri appeared, their excitement palpable as they rushed toward me, enveloping me in a group hug.

"Y/n, how are you? You look amazing!" Winter exclaimed with a warm smile.

"Winter's right, you do look fantastic!" chimed in Aeri, her eyes reflecting genuine happiness at our unexpected reunion.

Surrounded by my old friends in this unexpected setting, a mixture of emotions swirled within me. The reunion brought back a flood of memories, yet the circumstances under which we had reunited left me with a tangled web of emotions, torn between the joy of seeing them and the unease of the situation they were involved in.

"She's here for me," a familiar voice boomed from the stairs, interrupting the reunion. The three girls, Winter, Aeri, and Ningning, promptly released me, understanding Karina's authority. My heart raced at her arrival, stirring unresolved feelings I harbored for her after all these years.

As Karina descended the stairs, her confident steps commanded attention and the girls continued to gush over me. "Girls, alright, that's enough," she directed firmly. The girls bid me farewell, respecting Karina's presence, and went back to their duties, leaving Karina and me facing each other in the mansion's opulent foyer.

"Come in, darling, make yourself at home," Karina beckoned, her gesture a blend of tenderness against the backdrop of her commanding presence. Following her inside, I couldn't help but voice my curiosity. "So, what's an NHL?" I inquired, intrigued by her terminology.

"It stands for No Harms List. I've established it to ensure that none of my gang members cause harm in any way, shape, or form," she explained, her tone carrying both authority and a sense of responsibility.

As I explored the interior, I marveled at the décor, a captivating reflection of my own aspirations for a future home. The ambiance exuded a sense of comfort and sophistication, hinting at a life I had long envisioned.

"You like it? I had you in mind while I was decorating," Karina confessed, her gaze holding mine with an intensity that took me by surprise. "What do you mean?" I questioned, a mix of astonishment and curiosity in my voice.

Karina hummed softly, her eyes filled with emotion. "I knew I was going to see you again one day, so I planned for our future. This is your home as much as it is mine," she revealed, her words tinged with a sincerity that stirred something deep within me.

The weight of her admission sank in, and I dared to ask, "You still love me?" My heart raced, the unspoken hope echoing in my mind.

"Oh, darling, I never stopped loving you," Karina confessed, turning to face me with eyes filled with unwavering affection. Her words left me reeling, a flood of emotions overwhelming my senses.

The weight of Karina's confession hung in the air, leaving me momentarily breathless. "Jimin, I don't know what to say," I sighed, the weight of emotions heavy in my chest, wrestling with the complexity of my feelings.

"Just say you still love me too. I can see it in your eyes; you still do. Our love was special, Y/n, and you know that too," Karina urged gently, her voice laced with a poignant mix of longing and hope.

Her words tugged at the strings of our shared history, memories of a love that had once felt unshakable. My mind raced as I grappled with the past, the emotions that her presence evoked, and the uncertainty of the present.

Caught in the whirlwind of conflicting emotions, I stood there, speechless, torn between the familiarity of what was and the uncertainty of what could be. The intensity of our past love lingered in the air, leaving me adrift in a sea of emotions, unable to find the words to articulate the complexity of my feelings.

"Jimin, I mean, I've always loved you, there's no doubt in my mind," I began, my words carrying a weight of uncertainty. "But this is all happening so fast, too soon. I feel like I barely know you anymore. Are you still the Jimin I fell in love with?" The exasperation in my voice echoed my inner turmoil.

"I am. I've always been the Jimin that you know and love," Karina responded earnestly, but her next words struck me with a mix of shock and confusion. "I started this crime ring even before we met. I kept it a secret to protect you, to shield you from this world," she confessed, her admission feeling like both a revelation and a betrayal.

Her words left me reeling. A sense of betrayal seeped in alongside a conflicting feeling of being safeguarded. The revelation that she couldn't trust me enough to share this part of her life stung, yet paradoxically, I felt oddly protected by her secrecy. It was a confusing tangle of emotions that left me grappling with conflicting thoughts.

"Can I have some time to think about this?" I asked, the uncertainty evident in my voice.

"Of course, Darling," Karina chuckled, masking the gravity of the situation with a calm demeanor. "Come, let me give you a tour, and then I'll delve into the details about my crime ring," she offered, guiding me through the opulent halls of the mansion.

As we wandered through the grandeur, the clash of emotions continued to churn within me. The sense of betrayal intertwined with a strange feeling of safety, leaving me torn between love, trust, and the unexpected revelations. The tour was a temporary distraction, but the disconcerting mix of emotions lingered, casting a shadow over the uncertain path ahead.

The tour of Karina's mansion was a mesmerizing journey through exquisite spaces that felt like they were plucked from my dreams. Every corner exuded a touch of familiarity, resonating deeply with my tastes and preferences. It was as though Karina had an intimate understanding of my desires, crafting a home that felt so inherently me.

Eventually, we found ourselves in her office, a space that echoed sophistication and authority. Amongst the opulent decor, my eyes landed on a painting prominently displayed right in front of her desk—it was a portrait of me. A gasp involuntarily escaped my lips as I laid eyes on it, stunned by the unexpected sight.

"You were my light, my motivation, everything that was pushing me forward in life," Karina's voice broke the silence, filled with a depth of emotion that left me speechless. "So, I had someone paint a picture of you for me and hung it in my office, to help me power through all the stress and hardships," she confessed, her gaze fixed on the painting as we both stood there, captivated by the moment.

The revelation took me by surprise, stirring a mixture of emotions within me. The painting stood as a testament to the depth of Karina's feelings, a tangible symbol of her unwavering affection and the significance I held in her life. It was an intimate gesture that both moved and perplexed me, leaving me grappling with the intricate web of emotions that this unexpected revelation had woven.

"Here, come sit. Let me tell you about the Jimin that you've never known, aka Karina," Karina invited, her voice a blend of warmth and vulnerability. She gestured for me to join her on the couch, creating a moment of intimacy amidst the grandeur of her office.

Taking a seat beside her, I felt a mix of anticipation and apprehension. Karina's demeanor hinted at a side of her that remained hidden, a part of her life she was now willing to share. The air brimmed with a sense of revelation, and I waited, curious to uncover the layers of her past that had been veiled from me.

As we sat together, the weight of the moment hung in the air, the space between us charged with the possibility of understanding a different facet of Karina—of Jimin. The vulnerability in her gesture hinted at the depths she was about to reveal, leaving me both intrigued and apprehensive about what was to come.

As I turned to face her, a sense of readiness washed over me, my gaze fixed on Karina, poised to listen and understand the side of her that had been concealed from me. The air between us crackled with anticipation, a silent invitation for her to unravel the layers of her hidden life, to share the untold stories that shaped the enigmatic persona of Karina.

My eyes met hers, filled with a mix of curiosity and eagerness, signaling my willingness to hear her narrative, to comprehend the complexities that defined her existence as Jimin. I sat there with open ears, ready to absorb the revelations she was about to unfold, prepared to delve into the depths of her past and the clandestine world she inhabited, a realm that had remained shrouded in secrecy until now.

"Y/N, I need to share something I've kept hidden," Karina began, her tone tinged with a mixture of vulnerability and determination. "My parents... they didn't die in a car accident as I previously told you. They were murdered."

Her confession startled me, unraveling a truth I never knew existed. "My father was a crime boss," she continued, her voice weighed down by the weight of her revelation. "He taught me the ways of this world, instilling in me the knowledge and skills required to lead a life entrenched in crime. But my mother, she was the nurturing force, ensuring I retained a kinder side—the person you fell in love with."

Karina's words painted a picture of a life far removed from the one I knew, one consumed by the shadows of crime and deceit. "Throughout our time together, I was involved in criminal activities on the side," she confessed, her gaze heavy with remorse. "That's why I'd disappear for stretches when we were together, ensuring your safety by keeping you away from that world."

"The girls, Winter, Aeri, and Ningning, were involved because of our shared past. Their parents worked alongside mine," Karina explained, attempting to shed light on the complexities of her world. "After my father's death, I had to assume his role as the boss. I kept it all hidden from you, shielding you from the dangers that lurked within my life. But now, we're older, and you have the right to make your own choices. To be involved or not, to love me or not. The choice is yours, and I'll respect whatever decision you make," she concluded, her eyes reflecting a genuine plea for understanding and acceptance.

"Karina, this is a lot," I said softly, trying to process the sudden flood of revelations. "I appreciate you being honest now, but why keep so much from me before?"

"I get that you wanted to protect me, but it's hard to understand why you'd keep such a huge part of your life hidden," I admitted, feeling a mix of hurt and confusion.

"I need time to think," I said, feeling the weight of the situation. "To process all of this and figure out where we stand. It's a lot to take in."

Karina nodded understandingly. "Take your time, darling. I'll respect whatever you decide. Just know that I've always cared for you, and I always will."

With a heavy heart, I left her office, needing space to sort through the whirlwind of emotions and make sense of the unexpected turn our relationship had taken.

Two weeks had passed since Karina's revelation, and in that time, a flurry of conflicting emotions had swirled within me. Despite the revelations and the complexity of Karina's hidden life, her constant presence lingered in my thoughts. Amidst the confusion and uncertainty, one truth became glaringly clear—I still harbored deep feelings for her.

Karina's persistence in reaching out to me was evident through the frequent flowers she sent, each bouquet accompanied by heartfelt notes. Her messages were simple yet filled with an undeniable sincerity, asking about my day and expressing her unwavering patience, claiming she'd wait forever. These gestures stirred a cascade of emotions within me, evoking a sense of warmth and longing that I struggled to push aside.

As I reflected on my feelings, I realized that what I felt wasn't just residual affection for Jimin or Karina. It was a genuine and profound love for the person she was, with all her complexities, strengths, and vulnerabilities. It wasn't just a remnant of a past romance; it was an all-encompassing love for Karina—Jimin, embracing her for who she was, regardless of her past or her concealed life.

Despite the uncertainty looming over us, one thing remained steadfast—I loved her for her, for the person she had always been, and for the person she was now revealing herself to be. The conflict within me was reconciling the history we shared with the uncertainties of the future, yet the undeniable truth remained—I loved her, wholly and unequivocally.

As I stood before the door, grappling with my emotions and thoughts about Karina, there came a sudden, unexpected knock. With a racing heart and a sense of anticipation, I opened the door, and there she stood—Karina, a vision that evoked memories and emotions from the past seven years.

"Jimin, what are you doing here?" I asked, my voice betraying a mix of surprise and curiosity. Her sudden appearance caught me off guard, leaving me slightly bewildered yet undeniably captivated by her presence.

Karina's unexpected visit was filled with an intensity that seemed to amplify the emotions already swirling within me. As she stood before me, her words carried a weight that reverberated through the room.

"I just needed to see you before you make a decision," Karina revealed, her voice laced with vulnerability. "Just in case this might be the last time I see you." Her admission pierced through my thoughts, stirring a whirlwind of emotions that mirrored her own.

Caught in her gaze, I found myself unable to look away. The depth of her emotions was palpable, and her sincerity resonated with something deep within me. Adoration mingled with uncertainty as I contemplated the impact of my own feelings.

"I have made a decision… I do want to be with you," I finally confessed, my voice steady but filled with affection. "I love you for who you are, Karina, Jimin, just you, I love you."

Karina, visibly taken aback by my words, seemed momentarily surprised before a rush of emotion overtook her. With a tenderness that echoed our shared history, she gently cradled my face in her hands, drawing me closer. The proximity of her breath on my lips sent a shiver down my spine, anticipation coursing through me.

"I love you so much, darling, and I've missed you so, so much," Karina murmured lovingly, her voice carrying the weight of years gone by. Her words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken longing, before she closed the distance between us in a surge of affection, sealing our reunion with a passionate kiss. In that moment, love surged between us, an undeniable force that had withstood the test of time.

Karina, after the passionate kiss, pulled back slightly, her eyes searching mine with a mix of hope and longing. "Does that mean I can call you mine again?" she asked tentatively, a glimmer of hope evident in her voice.

A soft chuckle escaped my lips as I looked into her eyes, feeling a surge of warmth and affection. "Yes, it does," I affirmed, unable to contain the smile that crept onto my face.

Without hesitation, I closed the gap between us once more, pulling her into another tender kiss. In that embrace, there was a sense of reassurance, a silent promise of rediscovered love and the rekindling of a connection that had weathered the test of time. Their hearts beat as one, enveloped in a moment that held the promise of a new beginning—a shared journey where their love would reignite, stronger and more resilient than ever before.

Months had passed since Karina and I rekindled our relationship, and it was flourishing. While Karina shielded me from her criminal activities, she welcomed my presence within her team. Everyone in the circle embraced me with open arms, offering acceptance and warmth, which made the transition smoother.

Despite Karina's protective stance, I found ways to contribute within our shared space. While I wasn’t directly involved in her dealings, I took charge of maintaining our home. Ensuring everything ran smoothly around the house became my silent contribution to our partnership.

The team's camaraderie and unity were palpable. There was an unspoken understanding between us, a sense of mutual respect that blossomed into a shared bond. Although I didn’t partake in Karina's professional affairs, being part of her life in any capacity brought a sense of fulfillment, a feeling of belonging that I hadn’t experienced before.

Our relationship thrived in this delicate balance, built on trust, understanding, and a shared commitment to support each other. As days turned into weeks and weeks into months, the comfort in our routine grew, paving the way for a future where love and acceptance flourished in the midst of our distinct worlds. During times when Karina was stressed, I also took care of her, adding an extra layer of support to our bond.

“Fuck,” I let out a strangled moan, your hand grabbed a fistfull of Karina’s hair while she continued her assault on my pussy. She sucked on my clit causing me to buck my hips into her face. “J-Jimin shit yes right there.” I groaned out, legs shaking in pleasure. Karina continued to latch her lips on my folds, her tongue thrusting in and out of me messily, as my arousal continued to drip down my cunt on to her desk.

She pulled her tongue out “So messy darling,” Karina said. Her finger continued rubbing your clit. You stared at Karina’s face wet with your juices dripping down her face. “Shit.” I groaned at the sight, grabbing her face and crashing your lips together, tasting yourself on her lips. She hurriedly unbuttons her pants palming her crotch, a low moan escaped her lips, before she tugged down her underpants, making her cock slap against her lower abdomen. She pumped her shaft, before thrusting her entire length inside. As she entered you, a wave of pleasure washed over you, causing your body to arch in response. The intense sensation made it hard to focus on anything else, as the room filled with the sounds of your combined moans and the rhythmic movement of your bodies.

She slams her hips into you, the slaps of your skins meeting, Karina couldn't stop groaning. She drilled her hips harder, gripping the sheets crumbling them in a death grip as your velvety walls grip her cock. “Fuck!” She cursed and moaned, as I scratched her back. “You feel so fucking good darling” She moaned out, still pounding your wet slik. My eyes rolled back in pleasure. “Jimin- fuck!” I moaned out loud as she rotates her hips fucking me into the table. The intensity of the moment heightened as Karina's movements became more relentless, driving both of you towards the edge of ecstasy. The table beneath me shook with each forceful thrust, both our juices dripping down my sopping wet pussy, falling on the table. I cried out in pleasure, as I felt her dick grinding in spots I never knew existed.

She turns you around so you are bent over her desk and pounds me with vigor, her hips stuttering as she rests her head on your back, her hot breath fanning your back. As she drags her cock against your tight walls.

“F-Fuck! I’m gonna cum!” Karina became more vocal as your pussy clenched around her cock in a vice grip.

Karina's thrust became sloppy “You’re such a good girl darling. Are you going to let me fill you up?” She whispered, her thrust not slowing down.

Your walls clenched around her again, making karina moan as her thrust became sloppy. “Y-Yess! Fuck! cum in me Jimin cum in m-me!” I moaned, eyes rolling back.

Karinas hips pounded into you, invoking tears of pleasure down your face, the veins on her cock pulsing inside of you, barely keeping her pace, she grunted into your ear. “ You want my cum?”

The speed of her thrust made you incoherent. “Say you want my cum darling. Say it” Karina repeated, slowing down her thrust.

“Yes! Give me your cum please!” I cried out. Her hand rubs your clit in vigor as she watches you come undone, Your body shook in pleasure. Karina buries her member deep inside of you before releasing her cum, filling you up. Your cunt convulsed around her member as she painted your walls white until she saw it drip out of your folds.

Both of you panting, Karina pulls out of you and turns you around, guiding you to sit on her lap while she sits on the chair. Smirking as she sees your mixed cum slowly drip out of you. Your body still shaking in pleasure, she caressed your hair, helping you calm down from your high."You did so well, darling," she praised, carrying you to the couch in her office, helping you lie down. "My good girl," she murmured, gently caressing your face before pulling you into a tender kiss."Thank you for the stress relief," she expressed, her eyes filled with affection. You reached out to her. "Of course," you replied, still catching your breath.

The abrupt bang at the door startled both of you. "Karina, we need you!" Aeri's voice, filled with urgency, pierced the room. Karina's gaze sharpened, a mix of concern and duty flashing in her eyes as she swiftly rose from where she was and began to dress.

Sensing the sudden shift, she gathered your clothes and handed them to you with a sense of urgency, yet tenderness in her touch. She leaned in, brushing a quick, affectionate kiss across your lips. "I'll be back, darling," she reassured you, her voice warm and filled with both determination and a hint of playful confidence, before darting off to address the urgent call for her expertise.

After Karina left, you took a moment to collect yourself and dressed before heading out of the office, making your way toward your shared room to take a refreshing shower. The warm water eased the tension of the day, and you emerged feeling rejuvenated, dressing in fresh clothes before heading to the kitchen for a snack.

As you moved toward the kitchen, lost in your thoughts, a sudden hand covered your mouth, yanking you forcefully toward the door. Panic surged through you, and instinctively, you struggled and attempted to scream, but another hand swiftly clamped a cloth soaked in chloroform over your nose and mouth. Desperation flooded in as you thrashed in the grip, but the fumes overwhelmed you, causing your struggles to weaken until consciousness slipped away, plunging you into darkness.

As consciousness returned, a gruff voice pierced the haze. "Wakey wakey," it grumbled. Your head groggily lifted, blinking away the blur of disorientation. Attempting to move, you discovered your arms were firmly bound. Panic surged as you struggled against the restraints, a futile effort met with a calm dismissal.

"That won't work, princess. You're tied up real good," the voice remarked, its tone laced with an unsettling assurance.

"Where am I?" you managed to ask, eyes darting around the dimly lit room in anxious confusion. As fear escalated and you began thrashing in the chair, the individual drew closer, forcefully gripping your chin, coercing you to face him with an intimidating hold.

"You're in my basement. Your girlfriend crossed me, took something valuable. So I took something valuable from her," the voice explained, a sinister smile creeping across their face. Tears welled up involuntarily in your eyes as the weight of the situation dawned upon you.

"We're going to have some fun, princess. Don't worry," the voice continued, its tone growing darker, shrouded in a foreboding threat.

"Please find me, Karina," echoed the silent plea in your mind amidst the unsettling situation, a desperate wish for her presence, safety, and aid.

After Karina left the room

"What's going on, Aeri? What's with the panic?" Karina questioned, concern etched in her expression.

"It's Vito, he's coming for the gem," Aeri replied, her voice quivering with urgency and alarm, a sense of impending danger evident in her tone.

Karina's eyes widened at the mention of Vito's name. She swiftly moved, her expression hardening with determination. "We need to act fast. Is the gem secure?" she asked, her voice steady despite the urgency in the air.

Aeri nodded, her breaths shallow with anxiety. "It's hidden, but he knows. He's been tracking its energy signature," she explained, her voice trembling.

Karina's mind raced. "We have to protect it. Gather everyone and fortify the defenses. I'll buy us time," she declared, her gaze fixed on Aeri.

With a determined nod, Karina dashed out, her thoughts racing as she planned how to stall Vito's approach. Aeri hurried to assemble the team, each member aware of the impending threat.

Meanwhile, in the dimly lit room where you were held captive, a muffled groan signaled your return to consciousness. Your mind foggy, you struggled against the restraints, your thoughts consumed with the urgency of Karina's safety and the looming danger of Vito's pursuit.

Unbeknownst to Karina, Vito's pursuit wasn't solely fixated on the gem. Instead, his sinister plan had diverted towards a more personal and vindictive motive. As Karina mobilized the team to safeguard the gem, Vito had orchestrated a calculated abduction, targeting you as a means to exact revenge.

Deep in his basement, Vito oversaw his malevolent scheme unfold, relishing the impending chaos. He had orchestrated the distraction, using the pursuit of the gem as a smokescreen to facilitate your capture, intent on leveraging your connection to Karina for his own malicious intentions.

Meanwhile, Karina strategized fervently, unaware that Vito's true target was not the gem's power but rather a twisted scheme revolving around you. Her focus on fortifying defenses and buying time only added to Vito's advantage, amplifying the looming threat of his vengeful plot.

The disconcerting revelation remained veiled from Karina's grasp as she rallied her allies, unknowingly racing against time not only to protect the gem but also to rescue you from Vito's clutches.

As Karina and her team diligently fortified their defenses, an urgent clamor disrupted the focused atmosphere. One of her trusted men rushed into the room, breathless and visibly distressed.

"Boss! Boss!" he gasped out, trying to catch his breath. "He took her!"

Karina's expression shifted from confusion to sheer alarm. "Took who?" she demanded, her voice edged with concern and rising dread.

"He took Y/n!" the man exclaimed, his words hanging heavy in the tense air.

A chilling silence enveloped the room as the weight of those words settled upon Karina. Her hand trembled with a mix of worry and smoldering anger, her gaze piercing through the space, the raw emotion palpable.

In that moment, the atmosphere transformed; an eerie tension permeated the air. The realization that Vito had not only targeted the gem but also seized the person most precious to her, her beloved Y/n, ignited a fierce fire within Karina.

Her team exchanged nervous glances, understanding the gravity of the situation. Karina's beloved had been snatched away, a move that not only threatened her heart but also stoked the flames of her determination for retribution.

"He took her,—the love of my life," Karina uttered, her voice quivering with a mix of emotions. "He will pay for what he's done."

With determination etched into every line of her face, Karina's resolve solidified. Vito had ignited a wrath that would soon come crashing down upon him, for he had not only targeted a mere possession but the beating heart of Karina's world.

Karina's anticipation of such a situation had prepared her for the worst, yet the immediacy of it caught her off guard. With swift determination, she hurried to her office, her steps purposeful and resolute.

Her fingers traced the spines of the books on the shelf until she found the one housing a discreet tracker, a safeguard you had once provided—a hidden beacon within a familiar object. Retrieving the book, she swiftly located the tracker, a small but invaluable tool that could lead her to you.

Summoning backup, Karina wasted no time. With steely resolve, she orchestrated a rapid mobilization, her team swiftly gathering and organizing themselves. They piled into their waiting vehicles, a convoy of determination set on the path to rescue you from the clutches of Vito's malevolent grasp.

The tension in the air was palpable as engines roared to life, the urgency of the mission propelling them forward. Karina led the charge, her mind focused, her heart fueled by a fierce determination to retrieve you from harm's way.

As the convoy sped towards the destination, Karina's thoughts were consumed by the urgency of the situation and the unyielding vow to bring you back unharmed.

Back to you

I finally pieced together the guy's name: Vito. The name felt bitter on my tongue. He had inflicted pain, leaving me battered and abandoned in an empty basement, surrounded by my own blood and tears. Desperately, I prayed that Karina knew my whereabouts, longing for her swift rescue.

The door creaked open again, and fear clenched my heart as Vito entered. Trembling with terror, I braced myself for what torment he'd inflict next. His chuckle cut through the silence, a cruel sound that echoed in the dim space.

"Look at you, trembling in fear. How pathetic," he jeered, contemptuously spitting at me.

"Please, let me go," I pleaded, tears streaming down my face.

"Oh, Princess, that was just a taste. I have more planned," he sneered, his tone laden with sinister intent.

In the stifling silence that followed Vito's ominous words, a glimmer of determination sparked within me. Despite the fear and pain, thoughts of Karina's unwavering strength and the unwavering love between us flooded my mind, fueling a resilience I hadn't realized I possessed.

Gathering every ounce of courage, I met Vito's chilling gaze with a steely resolve. "You won't break me," I whispered, defiance lacing my words.

His smirk faltered, replaced by a flicker of surprise at my sudden defiance. The room seemed to hold its breath in anticipation of his next move.

Before he could react, a commotion echoed from above, the sound of hurried footsteps approaching. Hope surged within me as the distant voices grew louder.

Karina's voice sliced through the tense air, a beacon of reassurance and determination. "We're here, darling! Hold on!" she called out, her words a lifeline in the darkness.

Vito's expression twisted into a snarl, realizing he was about to lose his leverage. With a final chilling glare in my direction, he bolted from the room, leaving me alone but filled with a newfound hope.

Before Vito could make his escape, he swiftly seized me, pulling me close with a knife pressed against my throat. My breath caught in my throat, a shiver racing down my spine as his cold eyes bore into mine with malicious intent.

The room fell into an eerie silence, the only sound the rapid thumping of my heart. Karina's voice echoed from above, a fervent plea layered with determination, slicing through the tense atmosphere.

"We're here, darling! Hold on!" Karina's words echoed down the hallway, her reassuring tone cutting through the darkness like a lifeline.

Vito's grip tightened, a chilling smirk curling on his lips. "You're not going anywhere," he hissed, his voice laced with menace, a grim determination in his actions.

Despite the fear coursing through me, a glimmer of hope blossomed. I met Karina's words with silent resolve, drawing strength from her unwavering support and the promise of imminent rescue.

"Karina!" I called out to her, my voice pleading. Vito pressed the knife against my neck, his threat evident in the sharp edge grazing my skin. "Shut up!" he growled, his grip tightening as Karina stormed into the room.

Karina's eyes turned cold at the distressing scene before her. "Let her go," she commanded, her voice filled with a chilling intensity.

Vito, reveling in his control, made a small cut on my neck. A cry of shock and pain escaped my lips, his sinister laughter piercing the air. "One step closer, and she pays," he threatened, his voice dripping with malice.

Karina, unwavering, aimed a gun at him. Her reputation was clear—Karina never missed her mark. "I said let. her. go," she declared, her tone final, leaving no room for negotiation.

Before Vito could argue, Karina's swift action spoke louder. A gunshot echoed through the room, Vito’s knife dropped to the ground as did his body. You cried out to Karina, and she hurried towards you, swiftly untying your restraints and enveloping you in her protective embrace as tears streamed down your cheeks. Before you could turn to see the aftermath of the confrontation, Karina gently guided your face to meet hers.

"Don't look, darling. He's gone," she reassured, cradling you close, shielding you from the grim reality. With tender care, she carried you out of the basement, away from the haunting scene.

"Clean up the mess," she instructed her team, her voice firm as she focused on ensuring your safety. Karina settled you into the car, driving you back to the sanctuary of your shared home, a place of refuge and security.

"You're safe now, darling. I won't let anything harm you anymore," she vowed, her voice a soothing balm in the aftermath of the ordeal.

"How did you find me?" I asked, tears still trailing down my face.

"That necklace I gave you—it has a tracker. I knew this might happen one day, so I had to be prepared," Karina explained softly, her gaze filled with unwavering determination and a deep love for you.

Upon arriving home, Karina carried you inside and tended to your needs, starting a comforting bath to wash away the physical and emotional residue of the harrowing experience.

After the soothing bath, Karina gently carried you to bed, cradling you in her arms. Nestled in her embrace, a profound sense of security enveloped you, the assurance that you were sheltered from any future harm after enduring the harrowing ordeal.

"I love you, Y/n. I will protect you forever," Karina declared, her voice a tender vow, her arms a haven of safety.

"I love you too," you whispered, surrendering to a deep and peaceful slumber within the comforting warmth of Karina's embrace, feeling an unwavering sense of security and love surrounding you.

〰・♡・〰

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