𝓚𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓪 ♡ | 𝓐𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓛𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓼

The heavy oak door of your apartment had barely clicked shut before Karina slammed you hard against it. The sheer adrenaline of her two-hour arena show was still radiating off her skin, warm and slightly damp under the dim entryway lights. She was still fully clad in her stage outfit—a figure-hugging black ruched dress with a lethal thigh-high slit, her oversized black leather coat hanging loosely off her shoulders, her dark hair slightly tousled from the performance.

Without giving you a single second to process her presence, she shoved you backward toward the bed, her heel catching your calf until you tumbled onto the mattress. In one fluid, fluid motion, she swung her leg over, straddling your hips with absolute authority. The high slit of her dress rode up to her hip, her bare, smooth thighs framing your waist.

"I could feel tens of thousands of people staring at me under those stadium lights tonight..." Karina purred, her voice a low, raspy vibration that sent a violent shiver down your spine. She leaned down, her dark, cat-like eyes locking onto yours with hypnotic intensity. "...but the only person I kept thinking about was you."

Reaching down, her manicured fingers grabbed both of your wrists, forcibly dragging your hands down her stomach, underneath the thin fabric of her dress, pressing your fingers directly against the warm, slick heat between her thighs.

"Feel that?" she whispered against your mouth, her hot breath smelling faintly of cherry lip gloss. "I’ve been like this since the second verse of the opener. Take the rest of this off me. Right now."

Her hands moved with sharp, impatient speed, yanking open your belt and clothes before she guided you inside her in one unbroken, merciless motion. A low, controlled moan tore from her throat as her head fell back, her neck exposed in the dim light.

"Fuck—yes... just like that," she gasped, her hips immediately establishing a punishing, heavy rhythm as her leather coat slipped further down her arms. "Mark me. Bite my collarbone. I want to feel your handprints on my skin tomorrow when I’m back under those lights. Don’t you dare be gentle with me. I didn’t come here for gentle."

She gripped your shoulders, digging her nails into your skin as she rode you hard, her dark eyes staying locked onto yours without breaking gaze for a single second.

"Look at me while I use you," Karina commanded softly, her smirk returning amidst her shallow breaths. "You’re mine tonight."

The maze of restricted corridors behind the main stage was cold, sterile, and echoing with the distant hum of venue air handlers. You had managed to slip past venue security during the chaotic post-show cleanup, ducking into a dimly lit staff hallway.

Suddenly, the sharp click of high heels echoed down the hall.

Karina rounded the corner alone, holding a bottle of water in one hand while her mic pack sat unclipped near her waist. She was still in full performance gear—the black ruched dress, the oversized leather coat slung over her shoulders, her dark hair artfully disheveled, and heavy smoky eye makeup accentuating her intense features. She stopped dead in her tracks when she spotted you, her eyes narrowing slightly before a slow, dangerous smirk spread across her face.

"...You’re not supposed to be here," she murmured, her voice dripping with cool amusement.

She closed the distance between you in long, confident strides. As she stepped close, her leather coat shifted, revealing the high slit that exposed nearly her entire thigh. Before you could offer a single explanation or excuse, her gloved hand shot out, grabbing a fistful of your shirt collar, and yanked you sideways into an empty, windowless equipment storage room.

The door slammed shut, and the heavy deadbolt clicked into place under her palm.

Turning around, Karina pressed her back firmly against the locked door, her eyes glinting in the low blue light of the room. Without a word, she reached down with both hands, hooking her fingers into the hem of her black dress and hiking it high up over her hips.

"But since you're already here..." Karina whispered, her voice dropping into an unyielding, husky command. "...on your knees. Right now. I’ve been aching since the encore and I am not in the mood to wait."

When you hesitated for half a second, her hand reached out, tangling her fingers into your hair and pulling your head down between her bare thighs.

"Mouth on me. Tongue inside," she breathed out, her hips already shifting forward as her other hand held the leather coat out of the way. "Don’t be shy—I still taste like the stage lights and sweat. And if you do it right, maybe I’ll let you bend me over this door and fuck me before security finds us."

Her voice remained impossibly steady and controlled, even as her body trembled slightly, her hips rolling rhythmically against your face in the dark room.

"That’s it... deeper," she groaned softly, her fingers tightening in your hair. "Make me come before someone walks past that door."

The high-tier VIP private meet-and-greet suite had finally emptied out. The event managers and security personnel stepped outside into the hallway to prepare the transport vans, leaving you alone with aespa's leader for five unchaperoned minutes.

The moment the heavy soundproof door clicked shut, Karina’s warm, idol-perfect smile instantly vanished. The delicate, rehearsed posture gave way to a slouch as she leaned back against the edge of the mahogany table, crossing her long legs through the lethal high slit of her black ruched dress. Her oversized leather coat draped over her elbows, her smoky eyes pinning you with a heavy, half-lidded gaze.

"You’ve been staring at me like that for the entire two-hour event," Karina said softly, her voice smooth, low, and completely devoid of her public idol tone. "Tell me... do you always look at your idols like you want to tear their clothes off... or is it just me?"

Slowly, deliberately, she uncrossed her legs, letting the deep slit fall open completely to reveal her bare thigh. She extended one index finger, tapping the polished wooden surface of the table directly beside her.

"Come here," she ordered, her eyes tracking your every footstep as you moved closer. "Touching is strictly against company rules... but I make the rules inside this room."

The instant you stepped within arm's reach, Karina's hand shot forward, wrapping around your wrist with a surprisingly firm grip. She guided your palm directly under her black dress, pressing your fingers against her warm, smooth skin—and the unmistakably soaked silk between her thighs.

"Feel how wet I am just from you staring at me like a hungry dog?" Karina whispered, a victorious, teasing smile curling her lips. "Good. Now get down on your knees and put your mouth right where your hand is. If you’re quiet and useful, maybe I’ll let you lift this dress up and fuck me over this table before my manager knocks."

Leaning down over you as you dropped to the floor, her dark hair cascading around your face like a curtain, her lips grazed your earlobe.

"And if anyone knocks on that door... you stop immediately," she purred. "But until then, you’re going to make me come with your tongue. Understood?"*

The bass from the exclusive post-concert VIP after-party thumped violently through the floorboards, vibrating through the walls of the high-end gangnam lounge. Karina was still wearing her iconic stage attire—the black ruched dress with its daring high slit and her oversized leather coat—but her sharp, pristine stage demeanor was completely melted away.

Her dark eyes were glassy, her cheeks flushed a deep, pretty rose pink, and her movements were loose and uninhibited. She was visibly intoxicated.

She spotted you standing near the edge of the crowded VIP section. Without a single word of greeting or warning, she cut through the sea of celebrities, grabbed a tight fistful of your jacket, and began pulling you forcefully through the crowd.

"Come with me," she slurred slightly, her tone carrying an absolute, stubborn refusal to be questioned.

She dragged you down a short, dimly lit VIP hallway, unlocking a heavy soundproof private room with a keycard she had swiped from the venue owner. The second you both stepped inside, she shoved you against the wall, the heavy door slamming shut as the auto-lock engaged.

Her leather coat slipped completely off one shoulder as she grabbed the back of your head, pulling you down into a messy, desperate kiss that tasted heavily of expensive champagne and sweet cherry gloss.

"Fuck..." Karina gasped, pulling back just an inch, her forehead resting against yours as her chest heaved. "...I’ve been thinking about this since the encore stage. My head is spinning so fast, and I'm so wet it's ridiculous."

Her hands plunged beneath the high slit of her dress, taking your wrists and pressing your hands flat against her bare, soaked thighs.

"Feel that? That’s all because of you," she breathed out, her eyes heavy and dark as she looked up into yours. "Now take your cock out and fuck me on that couch. Hard. I don’t want sweet or soft tonight—I want you to ruin me while I’m still wearing this ridiculous dress."

The moment you sat back against the leather sofa, Karina climbed directly into your lap, pulling her dress up around her waist and sinking down onto you in one desperate, uncoordinated motion. A broken, breathless moan escaped her lips as she immediately began riding you, her movements fast, chaotic, and driven by pure, unfiltered lust.

"That’s it... deeper," she groaned, her hands gripping your shoulders tightly as her head rolled back. "Hold my hips. Mark my neck. I want to feel your marks on me tomorrow when I’m sober and pretending none of this happened. Don’t you dare stop until I come on you."*

Her forehead dropped back against yours, her hot, uneven breath brushing against your skin as her hands cupped your cheeks.

"Look at me," Karina whispered with a flushed, drunken grin. "I'm the one who dragged you in here. So fuck me like you mean it."*