this is a throwaway/anonymous account so i’ll keep my intro pretty vague
about this blog
i created this blog with the intention to post rambles about my favorite characters and such! i do write fanfics too but im way too much of a lazy writer to do it often and consistently, lol.
if you’d like, you can check out my AO3 (where i do still keep old works posted, so im sorry about what you’ll find)
i write a lot of smut so my blog is strictly 18+.
preferences and requests
i’m a wlw blog so i only write fem x fem stuff. my exceptions, even though on thin ice, are straight relationships for some characters.
i’ll gladly accept requests about topics i can freely ramble on! just please don’t be vague with them! if a request doesn’t inspire me or makes me uncomfortable, i probably won’t write it.
// won’t write: yaoi, age gaps, cnc, dark themes, scat. (might add more)
// might consider: straight content, dubcon.
the character i’ll write the most for now is se-mi from squid game. you’re free to request anything about her! i have more fun with nsfw but sfw might be fine as well!
though, i’m actively in the squid game fandom so i may still consider writing nsfw about:
thanos, ji-yeong, sae-byeok … // might consider more if they’re one of the female characters and the idea is good 👀
lesbian se-mi ships, such as semju, semhee, and perhaps more? wink wink
other than the kinks i’ve stated that i won’t write i might write pretty much everything. ask me away, i’m open to a lot!
cw: pretty weird and gross stuff bc nerd se-mi is a true weirdo to me lol. you’ve been warned
credits: inspired by @eunchacha’s hcs !!
nerd! se-mi who’s such a pervert that she had to open up a nsfwtwt account, only to post all the videos she takes of her masturbating there.
nerd! se-mi who has a crappy 9 to 5 retail job. uses most of her money to buy dildos and sex toys. yes she struggles financially. but at least she has a fantasy glittery dildo to fuck herself with every night
nerd! se-mi who literally fucks herself with every kind of inanimate object she can find that could be pleasurable when her dildos and vibrators aren’t enough. most hair spray products and hairbrushes in her dorm room are close to deteriorating. she’s gross as hell
nerd! se-mi who has such a weak build. she is a bit anemic and has to make sure she doesn’t pass out after every gooning session because she just goes TOO hard at it. one time it probably happened
nerd! se-mi who does NOT shave. she has a bunch of hair everywhere. pubes, armpits, legs, etc. she has a faint happy trail she’s much proud of. it’s a hyper sexualized thing, so she loves it. she lightly trims every once in a blue moon whenever it gets too much, or if it happens that she has the chance to fuck with someone (which is like never)
nerd! se-mi who has random girls on discord who she flirts and sexts with. she finds them on her nsfwtwt, of course. she sends them selfies of her tits during the day, and whenever she receives some pics back she has to lock herself in a bathroom and rub one out. occasionally, she also gets on voice chat with them, masturbating to their voice or along with them. that is the closest she might ever get to sex guys
nerd! se-mi who has nipple piercings. perhaps those would be too flashy for her canon counterpart, but nerd se-mi WANTS to be flashy. she loves to over sexualize herself. and if she has enough money, she’ll get a clit hood one too
nerd! se-mi who’s that kind of nerd to be super into videogames. she plays games like cod, csgo, etc. deep down she dreams to be eaten out while shes sitting at her desk playing
nerd! se-mi who has a few gooner videogames downloaded on her computer too. and of course she jerks off to those as well
a/n : these werent much imo ,, but i love nerd semi very dearly and had to write a bit about her too (￣ω￣)
HAN SE-MI X FEM!READER - perverted nerd semi headcanons
nerd semi that doesn't know what skincare is
she just wakes up and goes about her day, only washes her face with soap.
nerd semi that is a pervert
you cant tell me that she isn't a pervert. She's into some freakshit.
nerd semi that touches herself to taboo porn
one example being kemonomimi's. She would buy her partner ears and a tail and would want them to preform in it because again, she is a pervert.
nerd semi that goes home and masturbate after college whenever a pretty girl compliments her
would imagine herself getting fucked or her fucking someone which while probably never happen
nerd semi that doesn't know how it feels to get kissed on the lips
nerd semi that only has a twitter account to watch porn and comment all her freak shit thoughts under nsfw posts
nerd semi that masturbates in public bathrooms
nerd semi that owns toys
fantasy toys, from tentacles, to 15 inch toys that are way too much for her to handle. Also owns a shock collar and multiple vibrators
nerd semi that records herself jerking off so she can use that to masturbate later
nerd semi that thinks about getting manhandled all the time
nerd semi that thinks about her being in very compromising situations, which is being caught masturbating in public
nerd semi that would be really blunt in public, she seems intimidating.
but once you catch her in private, she's a fucking pervert
she stays in her room all day, doesn't do anything but touch herself. fantasizes about getting fucked or her fucking girls. Watches porn all day, just a complete bum.
nerd semi that has a raging piss kink, would beg her partner (if she gets one) to indulge in her fantasy.
nerd semi that likes anal more than she can admit
nerd semi that would be veryyy vocal with her partner, telling them about her fantasizes without shame, she isn't shy at all
nerd semi that touches herself until her clit goes numb, until she can barely feel anything
nerd semi that slaps and chokes herself whenever shes fucking herself
nerd semi that SQUIRTS.
nerd semi that has alot of stamina so she's gonna be there for like 1 hour just beating her shit
nerd semi that accidentally overstimulates herself frequently
her brain is so porn fried she gets dirty thoughts almost every minute
nerd semi that doesnt care about how her room smells or looks after those long ass sessions
would anyone care if i explored the concept of dealer se-mi a little further 👀 im veeery into it… the rambles would go crazy
i’d have to decide what to write about it though? headcanons or just rambles maybe. im very interested in her potential past outside of the games and how she would be with it if that makes any sense
syntax: you give up your body to se-mi to use as a stress relief, since you’re such a good girlfriend. requested by anon! :D
cw: nsfw, se-mi is implied to be a drug dealer (kept the bg of it pretty vague), rough sex, doggy style, strap-ons, degradation, spitting, cunnilingus
note: this is my first full fanfic that i post here. kinda nervy!! i don’t know if i overdid this, lol. i like a se-mi who’s a bit into rough sex sometimes ;)
i posted this on ao3 too! you can leave me a kudo there, if you want to support me
Something was seriously up with your girl.
Being her girlfriend, you should have known her better than anyone else, clearly - if only she wasn’t such a reserved, mysterious thing. It was a blessing whenever you got her to open up with you, even about the most minuscule things.
Obviously the past few days hadn’t been the case, considering how she had been coming back home from her late night strolls as tense as a coiled spring.
There were a few specific times where you hardly had the guts to hug her to sleep as soon as she sneaked into bed with you - still freezing cold from the outside - too afraid she might snap at you despite it not being one of her personality traits in the slightest. Which said a lot about her state of mind lately.
You were aware of what she did every time she went out late at night.
Every single time, you were still awake, whenever you’d hear her fingers tap on her phone’s screen a bit too audibly, feel her weight abandon her spot on the bed, and then get followed by the keys clinking against the door far from your shared bedroom.
You knew.
Thankfully she was blunt and told you about it right from the start.
Though, it was still a touchy topic.
It worried you shitless that she hung out with those kinds of circles, but you rightfully had little to no control over her life.
Plus, you knew she could handle herself. She was one of the manliest, toughest, most badass girls you have ever met.
So all you could limit yourself to do was slither your arms around her right in the minute you felt her enter the bed late at night, careful not to upset her.
It was the least you could do for her.
But after tons of days spent with your girlfriend barely speaking a word, acting cold and not even making her presence felt while in the same room as you, you were a bit over it.
That same night the routine wasn’t any different.
This time you were surprisingly asleep, but the sheets stifling around, her heavy footsteps on the cold floor, and the door closing after her managed to wake you up.
Your eyes remained wide open and you could only daydream about falling asleep again.
Once again you were left worried shitless, alone in your bed staring at the ceiling.
You checked the time on your phone; 01:37 A.M.
She's been going out to sell way too often lately.
What if something is wrong? What if she owes money to someone? What if she got into trouble with rival dealers? You know she carries around her ways to defend herself from those all the time, but still.
Of course you know she’s independent. But she’s still your girlfriend - so, rightfully, you worry.
You’re left with the fear and the overthinking gnawing at your brain like an amoeba.
You stayed up, waiting for her, for around one hour.
You even tried to text her a few times, asking if she was alright, but to no avail.
And when finally you heard the keys get inserted in the door’s lock, you sat up on the bed expectantly.
Despite her cold attitude to you ultimately, you could tell how she was trying her best to not make too much noise, assuming you were still asleep.
You heard the shuffling of her leather jacket getting settled on the coat rack in the apartment’s entrance.
When she walked inside the bedroom after just a few minutes, she halted in her steps seeing your dark silhouette sitting on the mattress.
She let out a quiet huff.
“Did I wake you up?” Your eyes are trained on Se-mi’s movements while she moves towards the closet, opening its doors and grabbing a metal box well hidden behind a bunch of folded clothes and shoes.
She places back in it whatever she was out selling - and the money she got from it.
A strange sensation stirs in your guts.
“No,” your voice is breathless, evidently washed from your lost sleep. “What were you out doing?”
The girl’s movements slow down.
She pivots to face the bed, taking her sweet time to slip her black hoodie off of her. The shirt she was wearing underneath rides up her body, exposing her midriff to you just barely, but you know you shall not falter over something like that. Not now, at least.
She throws the article of clothing on top of the desk’s chair, then actually bothers herself to answer you.
“Had a customer.”
“At this time?”
“What? I made him pay extra. Do you think I'm that dumb?” Like you feared, her tone sounds a bit too aggressive.
She’s tense again.
It freaks you out a little, not knowing whenever and if she could suddenly snap at you.
“Are you sure everything is okay?” You hesitate to let that question through , but you really want her to be alright.
“It is.”
“You barely talk to me lately… I mean— it kind of worries me, you know.”
Se-mi keeps quiet for a second. She’s standing right next to the side of the bed, as she inhales a breath.
“I told you everything’s okay. Go back to sleep.”
Her hand lifts up the covers, snugly sneaking underneath the bedsheets right next to you.
A sad frown paints your face that she fortunately doesn’t see.
Her back faces you coldly.
You wish she could just talk to you. It’s hard, sometimes. Her communication frankly sucks and you never know what’s going through her mind.
But gosh, you love her like nobody else in this world.
You know you’re risking it, but you don’t want to be left like this again tonight.
“Se-mi…”
“I want to sleep.”
You hate how her voice is so emotionless.
You hate how she’s so blunt whenever you two are like this.
And you especially hate how it’s clear that she’s not doing alright, but prefers to hide it - because that’s just what she does.
“Can you just…talk to me?”
It’s like you have been asking for it.
So, obviously, she snaps.
“There's nothing I have to tell you. Fuck, leave me alone.”
That makes you feel tremendously hurt.
You don’t think there’s anything you can do in this situation that won’t worsen it.
So you lay back down, on your side, covering yourself with the bedsheets up to your neck.
Se-mi’s hair looks even softer than usual from this perspective.
Right now, but just lately as well, you feel as distant from her than ever.
Though you might still have a speckle of hope.
Shifting closer to her figure, you carefully wrap both your arms around her torso.
Your face sinks in the back of her neck, the short strands of her black hair tickling your cheeks.
A strong scent of smoke seeps through her cotton T-shirt and gets into your nostrils.
She probably smoked a few cigarettes while she was outside. Way too normal of her to do when she’s nervous.
At that, she remains surprisingly quiet.
Not snapping, not saying anything.
“Se-mi… Sorry,” you murmur. “All I want is for you to be alright.”
The hug you envelop her in is sweet.
You want to keep her as warm and comfortable as possible. She's still quite cold from being outside in the autumn wind. You think she deserves nothing else but love and support.
Your ears pick up her steady breath across from you.
“What's going on? I… I mean, I don't want to bother you. I just want to try and help.” You offer, not sure if you’re being too much right now.
“It's that one supplier.” She starts, voice composed yet hinting at snapping. “He’s losing money and expects us to take the hit on our profits.”
Your forehead rests against her nape.
You can imagine those scenes playing in your head. Se-mi doesn’t like to get disrespected like that. You know that.
Especially when she’s doing this, something that she doesn’t truly want to do, if only she wasn’t born in the wrong family.
“Se-mi… If you need money, I can pay for anything you need. You know that. We live together for a reason.”
It’s not like you have that much of a valuable job. But for Se-mi, you’d give up even your last few life savings.
“I can do it on my own.”
She’s too independent and proud to accept any kind of financial help coming from her girlfriend.
Your eyes flutter close.
Her near presence is starting to soothe you, and you want to be optimistic and think that it’s helping Se-mi too.
Your arms around her tighten only further.
You want to kiss her. Make her feel better. Have her impossibly close. Inside of you, even.
That thought sparks an idea in your head.
One that is so unlikely to be accepted by Se-mi, however.
Never in her life you had seen her want to do it with you in that way. She's not the type of person to behave like that in general.
But even if the chances are slim, you still want to try.
“Baby,” your quiet voice seeks her attention.
She hums back at you.
“I could try and relieve you in some other way, if you want...”
You feel like you’re just letting words that you’re not supposed to say spill out of your mouth. It’s filthy, you know that.
And from Se-mi, you receive nothing but seconds of silence. A good sign?
Your hands let go of her when you start to feel her body shift around in place.
She turns around fully, until her body is facing yours.
Those sweet eyes, wounded yet so gentle. Doesn’t matter how cold she is with you or others.
You see through her all the time. You have seen the best sides of her.
“You want to have sex? Now?”
Her blunt words cause a shiver to run down your spine. You can’t even exactly tell if she’s asking it in a bad or good way.
“I mean— we don’t have to. I was just saying that maybe if you—“
“Fuck yeah, sure.” For the first time in a while you finally see one of her cocky smirks on her face.
She hadn’t even allowed you to finish your sentence.
The void in your stomach disappears, getting replaced with a warm sensation that envelopes you like a blanket.
You didn’t expect her to accept that quickly, and you’re left half frozen on spot.
Next thing you see, is her getting up again. She walks towards the closet, and her intentions are way too clear to you.
Oh, you’re gonna die.
She grabs a discreet, purple, velvet bag from a corner of the closet. There's no need to open it now, so she sets it on the nightstand, before crawling towards you on the bed.
When she’s right by your face, your lips curl into a nervous smile.
“I want you to take it out on me,” your eyes flick down at her rosy pierced lips as you whisper those filthy yet so desperate words. “If that can make you feel any better.”
“Are you serious?” She does seem like your request has taken her by surprise.
“I mean, well— don’t you think it could help?”
Se-mi leans forward, her lips ghosting over yours.
“Let's see if it does.”
Slowly, you nod.
As if on cue, her lips softly press on yours.
You wonder what made her attitude change so rapidly.
Maybe she was already thinking about you earlier. And gosh, you know she’s still tense. You wonder how she’s going to treat you, while in that state of mind. Is it going to be any different?
Should you be scared? no, it’s still your Se-mi after all.
Her tongue prods at your lips, slipping in with ease. You’re able to taste that cigarette aroma. Oddly enough, it has always been quite pleasant to you.
So much that you can’t help it but muffle a weak moan against her lips.
Her hand finds yours on the bedsheets, tightening her ring-clad fingers around your palm like she was afraid you could disappear at any moment.
Grabbing a hold of your hand and detaching it from the duvet, she firmly tugs on it and brings you to her chest.
Her movements are beginning to feel quite different than the other times you two have sex.
You gently squeeze her tit in the palm of your hand, through the cotton of her shirt.
You relish the way she voices her pleasure, with a gentle shaky breath leaving her lips and forcing her to pull apart from your shared kiss.
Her eyes search for yours, and yours do the same, eager to see that look on her face.
Se-mi’s gaze is raking over your figure in a way that’s starting to make your head feel dizzy.
You don’t think you’ll be able to be in control for much longer.
It’s clear you won’t when it’s her hand that begins its course over your clothed body.
First it lays flat on your chest, slowly moving down to your stomach and progressively onto your thighs. Your breath hitches just barely.
“Can I just fuck you?” Se-mi’s question makes an instant wave of warmth pool between your legs.
“No foreplay?”
“Don’t think you need it. You basically said I can use you.”
Holy shit. Well, it is definitely what you said.
“Y—yeah. You can.”
She throws you a lopsided smirk, before pecking your lips one last time. Afterwards, her hands are all over you.
She grabs a fistful of your shirt, the one with the print of a band you used to listen to that you usually wear to sleep.
You lift up your arms, making the process easier for her. When your chest is naked and is getting bitten by the cold air, her mouth latches onto your bosom. Se-mi’s tongue darts out to lick you, occasionally biting you, too.
The latter’s hands tantalizingly crawl behind your back, until they find the clasp of your bra and undo it, letting it fall onto the bed.
“You shouldn’t sleep with your bra on.” Se-mi comments with a low tone of voice, aiming to tease you.
“Just so you can touch my tits at all times?”
“Yeah.”
She sucks one of your nipples into her warm mouth, eliciting a small sigh out of you.
Her two cold hands slither up your sides.
The touch makes your clothed cunt twitch.
She sinks her nails into your skin with how rough she takes hold of your dark sweatpants and panties in one single motion, lowering them down to your knees and leaving them discarded next to your bra.
Her lips pull away from you with a wet pop, forcing a lonely wail out of your throat.
Se-mi pauses to look down at you, admiring your patch of trimmed dark hair adorning your pussy. You know how often she voices how she thinks you’re beautiful, but you don’t think tonight she’s going to focus on that too much.
Her palms clamp down hard on your waist. She pulls you closer to her, your uncovered mound almost grazing her clothed one.
You have never given much weight to her occasionally handling you like you’re a rag doll. If anything, it only causes even more wetness to pool between your thighs.
“Jeez. You sure you want me to do whatever I want?” She inquires with a raspy breath, eyes glued down to your wet cunt.
You nod rapidly, elongating your arm towards the nightstand and taking hold of the bag she had grabbed earlier.
“Come on.” You hand it to her, which she takes with a filthy smile on her face.
You’re only feeding gasoline to an already burning fire, and you’re aware.
While you appreciate the sight of your girlfriend extracting a harness and a dildo out of the bag, you grab a pillow from against the headboard. Slotting it underneath your hips, you rotate yourself so your lower hips are lifted up by the pillow, and giving Se-mi a clear sight of your ass and cunt.
The rustling of the harness doesn’t stop, but you hear her scoff a cruel laugh.
“You’re really asking for it, huh…” Her voice is sultry, breath audibly starting to change already.
You slightly turn your head to peek at her from behind your shoulder, elbows supporting your body up on the mattress.
The black leather circling her pale hips is a view that’s enough to make you lose your damn mind. You have to suppress a moan.
Reaching for another pillow, you hold this one beneath your chin, arms moving around it to keep as your only support. You’ll probably need it.
Se-mi’s palm moves onto your buttock, pulling it apart so her eyes are able to rake over every single corner of your body.
Cold air meets your holes, making your breath get heavier.
Her thumb gently prods at your folds, running up and down between your wetness and teasingly entering you only for a mere second.
“Se-mi…” You sigh.
“Shhht. Don’t talk.”
That was undeniably mean, but it inevitably has your walls clenching around nothing. Is she that entranced by you already?
Her digit moves away from your pussy, trailing upwards to your pucker. She gently pushes down on it too, though she doesn’t enter.
It’s enough for your body to contort, legs shifting around on the bed and back arching.
Se-mi’s hand plants down on your thigh, holding you still.
Your breath hitches. You feel completely vulnerable and under her control. Good thing you’re starting to feel desperate with how much you want her to fuck you already.
Every single atom and molecule in your body craves for her.
You push your ass back towards her, turning your head around and sinking down your chin on the soft pillow.
“You’re so fucking needy.” Her voice curses.
The next thing you feel is her spit firstly falling onto your anus and quickly dripping down towards your clit. The sensation makes you wince, as your overwhelmed body attempts to move around again.
You’re feeling thoroughly fucked out already, and she hasn’t even done anything yet.
This only makes you grow more and more impatient.
“Fuck me, Se-mi. Come on, please.”
“Told you not to talk.”
Se-mi’s hips press against your ass, the surface of the dildo on her harness squashing against your wetness.
“Please…” You beg again, not really giving much weight to how pathetic you sounded.
The feeling of that cock against you soon abandons you, getting suddenly replaced with your girlfriend’s warm mouth.
A long hiss comes out of you, your face pushing further down into the only support which is the pillow you’re holding.
Her tongue licks a stripe between your folds, while the tip of her nose presses down against your ass.
Your hips twitch against her face, and you’re not surprised when both of Se-mi’s hands move to hold you still by either side of your thighs.
She really wants you to stay still.
She licks you, slurps you, the sounds she’s making approximately obscene.
Your mouth falls wide open, eyes fluttering closed as you feel like you could crumble under her fingertips already.
She makes the smallest bit of her tongue welcome in your entrance, making you exhale a whine and shiver.
Unusually, she attempts to go even deeper, opening you up with just her tongue.
God. You don’t know what you’re going to commit if she doesn’t put that cock inside of you right now.
“Such a slut. You like that?” She detaches only to whisper that to you, her hot breath ghosting against your pussy.
“Yeah… More…?” With a nod you’re not even sure she can see, you attempt to ask.
“No.” Of course she’s not giving it to you that easily.
She gets back up on her knees, one of her hands laying flat above your buttocks.
This time, you’re finally able to feel the head of the strap meet your entrance.
She holds it into her palm, running it up and down between your cunt in a way that’s just too erotic for you to handle.
You attempt to push back against it, managing to savour only a few inches of your girlfriend’s cock before she pulls it out of you.
Only to be met with it again only a few seconds after, as Se-mi lines up with your wet cunt.
It makes you tremble, makes your mouth pool with saliva.
You desperately want to beg her to put it in, to slide it inside of you and fuck you stupid, but you don’t want to piss her off ulteriorly.
You want to give her freedom to use you however she pleases, as the way you two had agreed.
“Fuck,” Se-mi groans under the form of a whisper. Something must have turned her on terribly.
Your legs are starting to feel too tense, already threatening to cramp up— but it’s not important enough to you at the moment.
And all so suddenly, she forces the strap fully inside of you with one crude motion.
The moan that comes out of you is too loud, almost resembling a wail of pain.
The stretch effectively does make your walls ache in pain, considering Se-mi had barely even prepped you and hasn’t exactly picked the smallest dildo you two own.
“Se-miii…” You call out her name with a pained sigh.
“Shhh... Just take it. You know you’ve taken way worse.” You hear her laugh mockingly.
Your walls quiver around her cock, making your hands ball into fists around the crumpled, messy bedsheets.
“Shit, why do I even resist you? I gotta use you like this way more often.”
Your guts strike up in a terrible fire at those words.
She doesn’t give you time to breathe, as she drags out her dick fully only to harshly ram it back in the second after.
“Ah— fuck…” You whisper, eyes rolling back into your skull.
Your legs quiver. You feel the struggle in your bones of attempting to support your body up.
The tip of the strap is almost grazing your cervix, you’re sure. It drags and glides against your wet walls like the best intrusion you could ever imagine inside of you.
Your body is curved inwardly, as if trying to defend yourself from the intrusion, despite the pleasure coursing through your body like the effect of a synthetic drug.
Se-mi’s hips rock against yours, meeting the skin of your ass with every thrust and causing a few soundly slaps to echo in the room.
You swear you can hear her groan or sigh every time she drags out of you. You know how much she just loves looking.
It wouldn’t be a surprise for you to find out that she’s lustfully staring at your pussy engulfing her strap this whole time, her cunt beneath threatening to cum untouched. You wonder how wet she truly is underneath all those clothes.
“God you’re so good.” She moans all out in a breathy single sentence with no pauses.
When her hands circle your waist and push it down into the mattress, you sob. She’s fucking bending you in half, and it’s the most delicious kind of pain you could ever feel.
One hand rests around your side snugly, while the other reaches up to your head, grabbing a fistful of your hair, pressing you down into the pillow you had been holding.
Your pussy clenches like it’s trying to pull your girlfriend in more and more, demanding her deeper, as if her cock was your fix.
Sweat covers your palms, thighs, arms. Your limbs are slowly starting to tremble due to the restraint of staying in a position that requires an amount of stamina that you obviously don’t have.
But Se-mi is fucking into you so sweetly, angling her strap in a way that benefits you as well, panting with every drag of her hips.
You love her— you love her so much it’s disgusting.
“S—Se-mi, haah…” It’s pretty hard to speak when you’re getting pounded like a bitch.
With every slam of her hips you shake, moan, wail.
You’re sure a few tears have streaked your cheeks, already. It’s not her fault. Sometimes it just feels that good.
When her hand that was on your side slithers down towards your clit, you know it won’t take too long for you to cum.
And to make things even better, Se-mi’s body cranes above yours, the top of her head lovingly touching your nape.
Every single one of her ragged breaths is now so obvious, hitting your sweat-covered back and reaching your ears blissfully.
Your cunt squeezes around her so tight that you’re whining in pain.
“Like that, baby?” She asks you while panting. “Want me to touch your clit?”
While your eyes try to lock with hers from behind your shoulder, you moan out the most pathetic of ‘yeah’s’ at her question.
Her filthy mouth is always able to make your cunt shake.
As she promised, two of her fingertips find your clit, which pulsates right underneath her loving touch. She rubs it with fervor, darting shocks of pleasure coursing throughout your entire body.
You can feel her forehead press down against your neck. Her body rocks forwards with every push inside of you.
And you recognize the way she’s breathing way too well.
It intensifies, gets deeper, repetitive, a pitchy moan even coming out of her throat so suddenly. She calls out your name breathlessly, her arm wrapping underneath around your body in an incomplete, messy hug.
When your foggy mind finally connects the dots and realizes she’s actually coming untouched because of all this, you burst.
Your cunt’s sopping walls tremble around her cock, while your ass pushes back against her hips and makes you ride your high.
Drool pools underneath your mouth and onto the pillow, while you squeeze your eyes shut. A few, weak droplets of clear liquid dribble from your urethra, causing an even deeper shade of red to coat your cheeks in embarrassment.
You try to mutter out a few apologies, or moans, or her name. You’re not even sure yourself. The entire room is spinning and you feel so terribly dizzy.
You almost lose balance when the muscles in your legs pulsate with a burning warmth. They’re throbbing, feeling like jelly, the bones inside mellow and weak.
Se-mi carefully pulls her cock out of you, a sharp gasp exiting your open mouth.
Your body collapses down on the bed, stomach flush against the bedsheets and hips only heightened thanks to the pillow you had underneath them for support.
This was probably the roughest sex you ever had in your entire life. You're so sore, aching everywhere - you don’t know if you’ll ever forget that.
All you hope for is for Se-mi to feel better. A pit of void tangles your gut with fear at the thought of your girlfriend being still tense and leaving you on your own for the aftermath of this.
Well, those cruel thrusts must have fucked up your head for good for you to think that your girlfriend could ever abandon you when you need aftercare.
Both her arms rush to wrap you in a gentle embrace from behind. It’s such a stark contrast to how harshly she has just finished fucking you. But it causes a little twitching smile to paint on your lips.
Her body lays on top of yours, causing your hot skin to glue to her clothes. The weight of your girlfriend squashing you down into the bed is such a comforting one. Doesn’t matter if she’s making it a bit hard to breathe for you.
“Hey… You alright?” Her soft coo reaches your ears, automatically causing a soft wail to come out of you like a little animal in need of assistance. “Went too hard on you, huh…”
You’re still trying to catch your breath, helplessly hugging the pillow underneath you.
“Sorry. Shouldn’t have taken it out on you like that.” She muses, nodding idly and inevitably feeling a bit guilty.
“N—no… I wanted it,” With a croaking voice you mutter to her. “I really wanted to help you feel better.”
The girl stays quiet, humming thoughtfully.
Her body leaves your back for a brief second, while you hear her undoing the harness around her hips and discarding it somewhere around the bed.
You’re too weak to look behind you.
But with the corner of your eye, you see her collapse right next to you, lying on her side. She extends one hand towards you, moving flying strands of your hair behind your ear.
You seek for her contact, closing your eyes while leaning into her hand.
“I promise I'll get you a nice breakfast tomorrow.” She murmurs with her brooding voice, causing a drowsy laugh out of you.
“Do you feel better…?” You manage to finally ask what had been worrying you.
Se-mi takes a moment to answer that.
It’s like she’s a bit embarrassed to acknowledge that her anger or any strong negative emotions are easy to fade away when she’s fucking her girl with a strap and cumming untouched in her own pants.
“…Yeah. I do.”
A relaxed grin spreads on your face. That’s just all you wanted.
Your arms seek for her comfort, pressing her cheek down against her chest as her arms cradle around your naked figure.
Se-mi’s fingers remain carding delicately through your hair, followed by her lips pressing a plush kiss to your forehead.
…
And when you wake up the day after, obviously, you’re a sore mess that’s covered in bruises and crescent-moon-shaped signs of nails around your lower back.
But you also find Se-mi in your shared kitchen, who got out of the apartment early just to buy you some coffee and the nice breakfast she had promised you.
nerd semi that doesnt know what skincare is nerd semi that gets flustered at everything nerd semi thats a lesbian and gets shy whenever a girl compliments her
hiiii i swear i will eventually! im continuously writing stuff for se-mi i just cant post most of it 👀 i’ve been looking forward to post something new on ao3 since it’s been a long time since i did BUT i am a lazy writer so you gotta be patient with me 😭 but hey i am always open for requests and ideas……
cw: nsfw, se-mi x jun-hee, bottom se-mi, size kink(?not sure lol), strap on use, struggling to take strap, praise
“june… jun-hee,” se-mi’s lips parted to let out a soft gasp. her ring-clad hands had both been clinging onto the girl above her— one on her shoulder and the other on her forearm. she was sure her nails were sinking into her flesh by now.
the other girl’s head stayed tipped down, dual colored hair curtaining her delicate face as she stared down at se-mi’s wet cunt, which was currently struggling to take in the entirety of the silicone toy jun-hee had on a harness around her hips.
se-mi’s brows furrowed when jun-hee attempted to buck her hips forward once again, in maybe twenty minutes since they started trying. she attempted her best to hold in a little moan of pain, even though it was starting to get progressively harder.
jun-hee hesitates, noticing the girl’s attempt to hold back like that. her eyes meet with her again, staring at her from beneath her lashes. there’s that sweet, gentle look in her face that makes se-mi almost feel bad about not being able to fully satisfy her girlfriend right now.
“told you it’s too big.” se-mi’s lips curve into a nervous smirk, as she chuckles and burns her gaze into jun-hee’s soft eyes.
“no, you can take it.” jun-hee nods. she’s way too determined.
the short haired’s breath is still heavy as she feels the circumference of the strap prodding at her entrance, not going farther than just a few inches inside. it stretches her blissfully, to a point she had never felt before during sex with her girlfriend. it makes her mouth water, and legs quiver.
though, it still won’t go fully in. and jun-hee wants that. she wants that oh, oh so bad.
“i want to see it inside of you.” the latter rightfully reiterates.
the affirmation undeniably stirs something deep inside of se-mi. she’s not sure jun-hee is going to drop this any sooner.
right as she’s pondering, her train of thought gets cut short by the latter’s thumb pressing down on her wet clit. jun-hee has applied so much lube to the toy, in an attempt to smoothly get it in, that is has coated the entirety of se-mi’s mound— as if she wasn’t sopping wet already.
one of jun-hee’s hands plants down, right on top of se-mi’s chest. the compression down on her ribcage steals the breath out of her lungs, causing her sense of control to falter.
her girlfriend keeps her still, while with another drag of her hips she pushes deeper into her, again.
se-mi bites down on her pierced lips, closing her eyes and laying her head down on the pillow of jun-hee’s bed. she feels so sore, she’s not even sure she can feel something anymore. obviously she refuses to show herself in pain to the other.
jun-hee is way too focused on the way only a smaller portion of the toy is inside of se-mi. the more she looks as it, the more she’s sure the size of it looks like it could tear her apart— though isn’t that the best part about it?
her thumb gently begins to roll semi’s clit under her digit. she stares down at the girl, contorting and sighing softly at the sudden rush of feelings. she’s sure there’s not many more beautiful sights than this one in the world.
“c’mon. take it for me. or i won’t make you cum.”
“jun-hee…” se-mi’s voice comes out whisper-y and raspy at those words. she’s not sure if she wants to try and tease the girl as a complaint or just accept her fate for the night.
buzzes of pleasure run through se-mi’s entire body, consequently causing her to get even more wet— if that was even possible. with one more crude thrust into her, jun-hee somehow finally manages to sink the toy deeper into the girl’s slit.
not fully, but enough to make jun-hee’s eyes finally light up at the sight.
keeping quiet was simply out of question now. turning her head to the side, se-mi allowed a moan to spill out of her sealed lips. her eyes closed, and her lips stayed agape to try and gain her breath back.
“fuck,” she whispers, “god. it’s big.”
her walls are obscenely stretched further now. sore, wet, though the pressure on her clit still makes her feel amazing. she wouldn’t want jun-hee to stop for any reason in the world. this girl surely loves to have fun with her, to use her as her own toy. and sincerely, se-mi has nothing against that.
“see… that wasn’t so hard, right?” the girl coos at the short haired.
se-mi’s eyes look up at her, weakly. she has no control over this situation whatsoever.
her pale hands reach upwards, snaking behind jun-hee’s neck and pulling her face down, sealing their lips in a languid kiss. their warm lips melt quietly, one against the other. a muffled groan escapes from se-mi’s throat at the involuntary feeling of her body clenching around the silicone cock once more.
when the other pulls away from the kiss, se-mi’s breathing is uneven.
“deeper.” her voice manages to come out in a ragged whisper. barely coherent— definitely needy.
the plea makes jun-hee’s lips fall agape. her eyes are bored into se-mi’s figure again— and so she does what she asked her to do. no need to ask her if she’s sure.
her hips drag outwards, sliding the toy through se-mi’s walls. right after that, another thrust ahead. this time, she applies much more strength in it. as much as she can, actually. all the way until the strap fills se-mi up to the brim, allowing her cunt to swallow it down completely, till jun-hee’s pelvis ends up just mere inches away from se-mi’s clit.
the latter tries her true best to hold everything in— though as soon as she feels the tip of jun-hee’s cock nearly graze her cervix, she lets out a moan she’ll be embarrassed enough to remember in the morning.
“you’re so good, se-mi.” as if it was her prize, jun-hee begins rubbing her thumb on se-mi’s clit once again. the praise only makes the situation even more overwhelming for the other. “i knew you could do it.”
all the short haired is able to do in response is curve her lips in a nervous, faint smirk. the two meet eyes again. jun-hee finally seems satisfied.
se-mi truly has no power around this girl.
👀 my first (sort of) fanfic posted here hihi!! squid game fandom might be dead but i sure as hell am not
oh to have se-mi laying down on your bed with pathetic eyes looking at you as you fingerfuck her till she has come multiple times and completely lost that bossy attitude of hers
SE-MI lay on her back, her face stoic and impassive as she stared at the underside of the bunk above her. her hands rested stiffly by her sides, fingers twitching occasionally. beneath the thin blanket that covered her, you knelt, nestled between her thighs and hidden from view. your position was cramped, but you didn’t mind. the thrill of being this close in such a high-stakes environment made the experience increase by a tenfold.
her fist clenched tightly at her side, the muscles in her forearm flexing as she fought to keep silent. you latched your lips onto her clit, tongue laving on the sensitive bud while your fingers continued their work, and she had to bite down hard on the inside of her cheek to keep from letting out a sound. your hands were planted firmly on her thighs to prevent her hips from bucking upwards as you curled your fingers.
a pity you couldn’t see her face right now. little miss ice queen, her pretty, doll-like features—usually blank—betraying her, lips parted in rapture, brows furrowing as she fell apart under your tongue…
her thighs tensed around your head, a sharp, fleeting reaction she barely managed to suppress. she was so quiet, even as you dragged your tongue over her with slow, deliberate strokes, tasting her. above, the room was alive with muffled voices, the rustling of fabric, bodies shifting in sleep. no one suspected a thing.
you suppressed a smirk, before tilting your head to kiss the inside of her thigh, suckling on the milky flesh to leave a faint bruise. she pressed her lips into a tight line, her gaze fixed on the ceiling as though it held all the answers for the next game.
