Paid Relationship (Winrina)

VII 2/2 (M)

Karina's pov

The next day

As I closed the door, my mind was still buzzing from the joy and excitement of the evening. The way Minjeong had looked at me, her eyes filled with gratitude and love, made my heart race. I knew I couldn't wait until tomorrow to see her again.

A few moments later, I heard a soft knock at the door. My heart skipped a beat as I opened it to find Minjeong standing there, a playful smile on her lips. "Forget something?" I asked, my voice a bit breathless.

"I just couldn't stay away," she replied, stepping inside and closing the door behind her. She moved closer, her gaze intense and filled with desire. "I wanted to thank you properly."

Before I could respond, she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply. The intensity of her kiss took my breath away, and I melted into her embrace. Her lips were soft yet insistent, sending shivers down my spine.

We stumbled backward, our kisses growing more passionate and urgent. Minjeong's hands roamed over my back, pulling me closer. I could feel the heat radiating between us, a magnetic pull that was impossible to resist. I led her back to the living room, where the fairy lights still twinkled, casting a warm glow around us.

We sank onto the couch, our bodies entwined. Minjeong's hands found their way under my shirt, her touch igniting a fire within me. I mirrored her movements, my fingers tracing the contours of her back, feeling the smoothness of her skin.

"Minjeong," I whispered against her lips, my voice filled with longing. "You're amazing."

She responded with a soft moan, her lips moving to my neck, planting a trail of kisses that left me breathless. "I want you, Jimin," she murmured, her voice husky with desire. "I've wanted you for so long."

Her words sent a thrill through me, and I kissed her even more passionately, our bodies pressing together. The world outside ceased to exist; there was only Minjeong and the electric connection we shared.

I slowly moved my hands to the hem of her shirt, looking into her eyes for permission. She nodded, her eyes dark with anticipation. I lifted her shirt over her head, revealing her beautiful form. My breath hitched at the sight, and I leaned in to kiss her again, savoring the taste of her lips.

Minjeong's hands were just as eager, exploring my body with a mix of tenderness and urgency. As our clothes began to come off, the intensity of our connection only deepened. We moved together in perfect harmony, our bodies and souls entwined in a dance of passion.

"Jimin," Minjeong whispered, her voice trembling with need. "I want you so much."

"I want you too," I replied, my voice barely more than a breath. "You mean everything to me."

Our movements became more deliberate, each touch and kiss conveying the depth of our emotions. The room was filled with the sounds of our shared pleasure, the air thick with the scent of desire. It was a moment of pure, unfiltered connection, and I felt like I was floating on a cloud of bliss.

We tumbled onto the couch, our hands exploring each other's bodies with newfound urgency. Minjeong's breath hitched as my fingers traced the curve of her waist, her skin warm under my touch. Her lips were on mine again, fierce and demanding, and I responded with equal passion.

"Jimin," she whispered, her voice a mix of need and affection, "I've wanted this for so long."

I kissed her neck, savoring the soft moans that escaped her lips. "Me too, Minjeong. I can't get enough of you."