hello everyone! my name is jenna and I am 19!! iam also a mega roblox lover :0
My Favourite Artists/Bands🪩🎧
Taylor Swift (seen live!)
Fleetwood Mac
Billy Joel
Sabrina Carpenter (seen live!)
beabadoobee (seen live!)
Megan Mornoney (seen live!)
Clairo
Shania Twain (seen live!)
Arctic Monkeys
Arianna Grande
Phoebe Bridgers
One Direction
Olivia Rodrigo
Why Don’t We
Shawn Mendes (met him irl!)
Hobbies/Interests 💿🐚
I have been playing sports like basketball, softball, and volleyball since I was 9 years old. I love to paint, even though I am not the greatest I just find it so peaceful. I’m a hugeee swimmer, not professional just with friends:) I am a vinyl and cd collector!
TV/Movies 🎞️🕰️
I love so many different types of movies and show but my favs are:
Squid Game
Glee
Modern Family
How I Met Your Mother
Friends
Grey’s Anatomy
Avatar: The Last Airbender
Derry Girls
H2O: Just Add Water
Mako Mermaids
Victorious
ICarly
Criminal Minds
10 Things I Hate About You
A Cinderella Story
Tangled
How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days
27 Dresses
The Parent Trap
Mamma Mia
Avengers Infinity War
Other🍒💌
I used to run a Tom Holland fan account and wrote one shots/short stories, I might continue that here but with Squid Game characters!
I used to love writing and miss getting creative:))
Se-Mi ➤ all dolled up in your cute costume, your girlfriend can’t help but pull you away at the Halloween party. Dressed like straight sin, she can’t wait till you two get home. Party going on behind closed doors, she’s got you right where she wants you, in front of a mirror, ready to force you to watch yourself come undone for her
Warnings: smut (18+) , what the kink list says , sex under the influence , spit play , mirror fucking , fingering , oral , Se-Mi just loves her sexy gf and can’t help herself , read at your own risk
A loud explosion of cheers ring through your ears once every little plastic shot glass slams down onto the cheap plastic table. The alcohol burns going down but the second it hits your stomach, you’re feeling the warm buzz and heaviness that is the entire reason you’d want to drink.
Shaking the punch of raw bitterness that follows the alcohol, the first person you look to after the round of shots is almost second nature at this point. She didn’t have to be away from you for more than a minute and you’d be looking for her.
But, much like you, she always looked to you first. And with how good you looked tonight, it seemed she couldn’t stop looking at you. When you turn to your side to look to her, Se-Mi is already staring at you- lids low- with an almost proud smile on her face.
“Took that like a champ didn’t you?” She says in a low purr, arms leaning against the counter it makes her have to look up at you- the angle only serving to make the effect she had on you stronger, “what happened to ‘only one?’, hm?”
You laugh, nudging her with your hip, “we live in the same apartment complex as Thanos..we don’t have to drive.”
“Mhm…well aware of that, but m’gonna have to be the one to get you up the stairs. Elevators broken ‘member”
Lifting a hand, Se-Mi brushes one of the clipped in pink strands of hair behind your ear, “Thought you didn’t wanna get tooooo fucked up, Princess.”
Standing to her full height, her hands reach to adjust the gold crown on your head. You can tell there’s no real mirth behind her words- and that’s what makes it worse. Everything word she says has a low teasing drawl added to it that has your body buzzing in ways the alcohol could never replicate.
She was right though, you did say you didn’t want to get too fucked up to night- hell, you didn’t have any plan to even show up to Thanos and Nam-Gyu’s Halloween party. But, Min-Su said he was there and sat alone while everyone rails lines and Geyong-Su had blown up both your phones begging you two to come….
So here you two were, in a last minute attempt at a Marceline and Princess Bubblegum costume. Sure, it wasn’t the best, but, it was recognizable!
You may have complained the whole way down the stairs and to Thanos’s apartment- worried your costume wasn’t recognizable. Even though you may have not liked it, your number one fan, your girlfriend sure did.
For some reason, Se-Mi couldn’t get enough of your thrown together costume.
Pink, frilly, short skirt adorned with bows and lace it’s something you pulled out of the back of your closet and she’s upset she’s never seen it before.
Pink fishnets that were reused from a different costume, her mouth is practically salivating at the small diamonds of your skin that pudge out around the holes.
Makeup, pink and glittery to match of course, she couldn’t take her eyes off of your pink tinted glossed lips- she wanted to make a mess of you. Smear that lip gloss all over your face and hers so everyone who’s looked at you during this party knows you’re hers.
The way you swayed your hips to the music and the little bows on your skirt swayed with your body, the lace jumping every time you shake your ass to the music with your group of friends you found who also came to the party- it had her going insane from the start, before you even showed up to this party.
So even now, when you’re not necessarily doing anything to turn her on, just looking down at her with your drunken smile, she wants to fuck you until you’re shaking.
Her pretty girl needs to be taken care of! Dressed so prettily, dolled up in pink, bows n lace, all that runs through her mind is taking this flipping up that little skirt, dropping to her knees and latching her mouth to your cunt.
Okay maybe she also wasn’t sober either.
A couple shots in and Se-Mi’s mind is in the gutter. When you speak to Gyeong-Su, yelling at him for peer pressuring Min-Su for another shot- her eyes are fixed on your lips and all she imagines is how your lips move against her clit when you tease her.
“‘M not toooo fucked up.” You say mimicking the way she just drew out her words, “jus’ a little buzzed is all!”
Your words pull her back to reality, her teeth gnawing at the metal of her lip ring. Trying to calm the throbbing that she begins to feel in her jeans, Se-Mi shakes whatever depraved thought she can away and reverts back to teasing you for your drunkenness.
She laughs along with your drunken giggles, standing up straight, “sure you are….buzzed people always slur their words and have flushed faces” words teasing, you know she’s just poking fun at your own hypocrisy- you did say you would just have one drink and now here you are, drunk enough that your mind is fuzzy and your chest is warm.
Her eyes take you in, looking up and down so slowly, each second that passes with her eyes on you has your body beginning to stir up a white hot heat in your lower stomach.
Lids low, eyes tinged the slightest bit red, Se-Mi looks at you through her thick lashes, lip ring catching the light when she smirks.
She looks so good under the low light of the house party. Various hues of blues, purples and green flash over her face and illuminate her sharp features, “God, you’re so pretty Mimi~” you hum, hands coming to cup your girlfriend’s face.
She leans into your touch, thumbs sliding under the hem of your crop top to rub circles on your skin under your clothes, “So are you, prettiest here.”
Leaning in Se-Mi’s lips connect with yours. What starts as a harmless, soft peck quickly turns into something much more heated. The instant Se-Mi gets a taste of you, she’s wanting more. Pulling you impossibly closer, her teeth bite at your bottom lip, chuckling when she hears the cute little whine you let out.
You chase her, seeking out more of her but she’s pulling back, “Easy baby…” she says eyes flicking behind you to the group of people you just took shots with, “you don’t wanna bite off more than you can chew.”
None of them are even paying attention to you two, they’re all messing with Nam-Gyu who accidentally coughed right into the ashtray nearby on accident. They’re all rowdy, one joke turning into another that turns into all of them laughing hysterically.
Turning to look where Se-Mi was looking, you’re laughing a bit at the scene yourself. “Fucking loser, couldn’t even cough away from the ash tray.” You joke, rolling your eyes before turning back to your girlfriend.
She has no idea if you poking fun at Nam-Gyu does her in, but your dumb little smile and your drunken giggle as you laugh at your own joke makes her panties begin to get uncomfortably wet.
She’s grabbing your wrist, pulling you behind her as she walks to an unknown location. “Se-mi!!” You laugh from behind her, trying to keep up with her rapid steps, “what are you doing?!!!”
She turns around smirking at you before yanking you down a hallway, her hands grabbing your face as she lets her back hit the hallway wall, “I’m biting off more than I can chew.”
Her lips are on yours, hot and heavy. Her tongue licking over your bubble gum lipgloss Se-Mi is groaning- fuck, how could you be so cute that you even matched your lipgloss flavor to your costume.
Your hands grab at her flannel for balance, falling into her. Her kiss seems to intoxicate you more than the alcohol, your head beginning to spin and form into a puddle of mush.
She guides you, pushing you by the waist further down the hallways until her back is thumping against the door to the bathroom. One hand releasing itself from you, Se-Mi grabs at the door knob hoping that no one is already occupying the bathroom. She’s not even sure if she could wait to get you back up to your own apartment.
Knob turning, she’s letting out a ‘oh thank fucking god’ against your lips before pushing the door open.
You two tumble into the bathroom, hands all over each other- grabbing wherever they can reach. Your hands reach under Se-Mi’s shirt, hands splaying under her breasts, seeking any direct touch you can. When your hands move higher, groping at her tits over the bra she wore, you’re swallowing every moan that you illicit from her.
Back bowing into your hands, Se-Mi pulls away from the kiss and is shoving you back against the door, shutting it. One of her hands leaves you for only a second to lock the door before it’s back on your ass, squeezing the fat in her hands. Her lips attach themselves to yours neck, sucking purple and blue bruises into your skin.
“S-se-miii.” You pant, your hands working to push up her bra the best you can. You want to feel her, not the fabric of the bra that’s in your way. She’s vicious, hands grabbing at anywhere they could. Your waist, your ass, your tits, scratching down your back- she just needed to feel you. Whatever way she could.
“You were fuckin’ killing me out there you know.” She groans against your skin, tongue lathing over the bright red marks she just sucked into your skin, “so fucking cute…”
Bathroom seeming so much hotter, you can feel the sweat that begins to bead at your hairline. Your hands grab helplessly at her breasts, thumbs brushing over her pierced nipples. Wonton cries pour from your lips as her hands mirror yours, thumbs brushing over your webbing nipples.
It seems Se-Mi has been worked up for longer than she’s let on. She needs you now. She’s aching to taste you, to have your pussy smother her face as you cry for her.
Hands dropping to your waist, she’s spinning you around and walking you forward. You can feel her pressed so close against your back that you’re sure her heartbeat is thumping against your spine.
Guiding you to the bathroom vanity, you get your first look at yourself- hair a bit disheveled and lipstick smeared- it’s more than enough evidence of what Se-Mi has done to you. But your girlfriend is never satisfied with something so little as this, she always needs more than you.
Hands gripping at the granite like you could claw into the hard stone, Se-Mi is caging you in from behind. Hands falling over yours, fingers interlocking, she’s pressing herself nice ‘n snug behind you. Hips pressed perfectly against the curve of your ass, you swear you can feel the heat of her pussy through her jeans.
Breath catching in your throat, her nose runs along the column of your neck, “even put on the bubblegum perfume…” she muses, inhaling the sweet aroma of artificial candy, “aren’t you just so cute….committed.”
Her voice is gravely, a low honeyed tone that goes directly to your cunt. Every word has goosebumps blooming across your skin. Pressing herself into you, you can feel her grind herself into your ass, forcing a pathetic, needy mewl to fall from your lips.
“Smell so good…everyone’s heads were turning y’know…” her teeth graze the junction of your shoulder and neck, tongue lathing over the skin and leaving white hot trails in its wake, “smelled so so sweet…lookin at you like they wanted a bite…”
A pitiful moan is ripped from your lungs when Se-Mi bites down, teeth pinching into your skin and mouth sucking. Tongue working over your skin, Se-Mi grinds her hips into your ass. Each movement allows her to catch her pulsing clit on the seam of her jeans.
Pulling off of you with a pop, saliva still dripping to your skin in hot rivulets, she’s meeting your gaze in the bathroom mirror, “Buuuttt~ I’m the only one who knows you taste just as sweet as you look…”
One of her hands unlaces itself from your hand, instantly magnetizing itself to your waist. Running over the curve of your ass and the frilly tule of the skirt you wore, your girlfriend waists no time in flipping it over your ass.
When her hands move over your ass and only feel the triangles of the fishnets and not the panties that she thought you had on, Se-Mi is pulling her self upright and looking down.
“Fuck, and no panties? Were you tryin’ to kill me?!” She laughs, eyes drinking in the sight of your ass pressed against her groin. Her hands move to the fat globes of flesh and squeeze, spreading them as she pulls herself away from you just the slightest bit.
Ass spread, the fishnets nestle between your sopping folds. Just a little bit of foreplay has your mind melting and your cunt leaking. Webs of your sticky arousal string between your pussy lips and ass, soaking the thing strings of the tights that ‘cover’ your cunt.
“God, baby, I wish you could see how pretty your pussy looks right now…” even with your girlfriend mumbling, you could still hear her over the thrum of music that goes on rooms away from you, “I reallllyyyy like the fishnets…” she says with a wicked grin.
Se-Mi’s hand hooks into one of the crisscrossing elastic bands and pulls, her own pussy drenching her underwear as she watches how the string is swallowed by your puffy lips. Tugging upward, she’s making the fishnets grind just right on your clit.
“Y-you do?” You whine out, hips pressing back to try and get even more attention on your clit. Your head falls, neck going limp as your girlfriend continues to tease you, “h-hahhh- Se-Miiiii, fuckkkk.”
Your moans fall out of your lips with reckless abandon, mind having forgotten about the apartment full of people who were partying so close by.
Lip caught between her teeth, Se-Mi hums out a noise of approval, watching intently as a thick rivulet of your slick gushes out of your cunt and around the slutty little stockings, “You’re so loud already…bet they can hear you over the music..”
You hate the way your cunt tightens at her words. the idea that people hearing you should disgust you. There’s at least 50 people out there. You should be ashamed that you’re moaning like a whore in a bathroom that isn’t yours while people start another round of shots.
You hear her scoff, pressing herself completely against you once more, this time her hand squeezed between you two, “that really turn you on that much? The idea of one of those drunk fucks barging in here and seeing me ravish you like this?”
Her painted nails stroke through your folds, smearing the mess you made all over the backs of your thighs and around your pussy, your body reacting instantly. You can’t respond, when you try to open your mouth all that escapes is a pathetic mewl, hips pushing back onto her hand.
She kisses her teeth and you feel the weight of her on your back, fingers slowing down to an agonizing petting that barely gives you any of what you need.
“Answer properly. You know better.” Looking down at you, you feel her hand that’s not spreading your puffy folds oh-so wide, trail its way up the back of your neck. Black painted nails, grip at your hair, forcing your face to look at your reflection.
It’s pathetic, she hasn’t done much, just touched your clit a couple times and here you were, watery eyed and quivering lip, whimpering for more, “I-I like it.” You choke out, eyes flicking to meet her gaze in your peripheral.
“Yeahhh, I know you do….try not to put too much of a show on f’them, yeah? Don’t need them interrupting.”
Hand dropping to your neck, keeping your head tipped back, Se-Mi hovers over you, standing on her tippy toes “Open.” She commands, terse and blunt- the tone only making your cunt pulse around the tips of her fingers that barely press into you.
Obeying, drunk off of not only the alcohol you consumed but everything she gives you, your mouth is dropping open and your tongue is falling out of your mouth expectantly.
“That’s my good girl…” Se-Mi praises, her hand on your neck shaking your head side to side like you’re her little doll. Simultaneously, her fingers are pressing into your tight cunt with a slick squelch and she’s letting a thick trail of spit drop from her pursed lips.
The sound that comes from you is so wrecked, you know anyone who was in the hallway the bathroom was in would have heard you. Your mouth closes around Se-Mi’s saliva, rolling it around on your tongue to savor her taste as much as you can.
The hand on your throat moves to cup your jaw, angling your face back to be level with your reflection. Se-Mi presses her cheek right against yours, keeping your head upright.
“Ohhh….look at how good you look when you take my fingers..” speaking through clenched teeth, every inch of her fingers that press into you has your eyebrows upturning and your mouth falling slack into a silent cry of her name.
Deep inside your gummy walls, your eyes are rolling back and you’re trying to press your hips back farther into her fingers.
“Nuh-uhhh.” She drawls, pulling her fingers from you with a wet squelch, “keep y’eyes open for me.”
You’re crying out for her, hips pushing back and eyes peeling open to desperately get the attention you crave. You’re met with your reflection once more, the view you’ve been trying to run from- face flushed pinker than the blush you had on, eyes watery and lips coated in her spit.
And as her fingers press back into your tight cunt, tips pressing past that tight ring of muscle, you watch as your face contorts.
Se-Mi’s cheek still pressed to yours, she nods along with your upturning eyebrows, “ohhhh I knowwww….” She coos, fingers sinking deeper with a loud ‘squelch’, “feels good, doesn’t it? Not even a knuckle deep and you’re clenching like I’m fucking you with my strap.”
Her words go straight to your pussy, more slick gushing around your girlfriend’s ringed fingers. When you feel the heel of her hand connect with your ass, her fingers reaching soooo deep you’re sure her fingertips are kissing your cervix, you’re nearly sobbing.
“Yes! Yesyesyes!! Please Mimiiiii- shit- I need it so bad.” You babble, it’s so pathetic- you know you can take more teasing than this but with the alcohol buzzing in your system, the way Se-Mi is on you like a panther, voice smooth like honey, and fingers so deep inside you you’re seeing stars- you’re crumbling oh-so easily.
You meet her gaze in the reflection, pleading eyes trying to win her over. You better thank the costume because with your overly pinked cheeks, pink glittery makeup and cute little crown on your head, she’s giving in easily.
Her fingers work you open, scissoring your gummy walls apart and coaxing a mess of your creamy arousal to bubble out over her fingers. Your pussy accepts it gratefully, sucking her fingers in with maddening squelches that make Se-Mi start moaning along with you.
Fingers curling, dragging the pads along your textured walls, every motion she makes hits a spot deep inside you that’s making your heart skip, “Shiiiittt!!!” You cry, your nails bend- trying to dig into granite that wouldn’t budge. You can feel your own wetness puddle down your thighs in thick rivulets.
“Squeezing me so good- fuck look at thattt…” pulling herself back and placing her free hand on your ass, she’s spreading your ass cheeks and fixating on the way her fingers look going in and out of your sloppy pussy, “so fucking wet….dripping on the fucking floor- oh fucking Christ-“
A guttural cry is ripped from you as Se-Mi pulls her fingers from you, a sickening ‘schlurp’ following. “Wha- nononoo!! Please-“ your words die out when Se-Mi is dropping to the floor on her knees behind you.
Hands gripping at the globes of your ass, she’s spreading you soooo wide and licking a fat stripe from your clit to your sloppy hole.
Collecting all your slick on her tongue, Se-Mi lets out a sigh and squeezes your ass harder. Diving back in, the bathroom is filled with the sounds of messy slurping as Se-Mi eats your cunt like it’s her last meal,
“Could fucking do this all day…” suck “delicious fucking pussy..” suck “mmmpfh- you hear this? She’s just leaking baby…” suck “poor thing…looks like you need my help..”
Fingers peeling your folds apart, Se-Mi leans her cheek on your ass and blows a soft puff of air on your clit to watch your cunt pulse up close, “tell me what you need, princess…”
You can’t form words, your thighs are shaking and you’re trying your best not to fall on your face. Her lips dance along your cunt, smothering herself in your wetness.
Pressing another kiss to your clit, chucking from below you as you jump from the contact, Se-Mi is pulling your puffy lips apart. For a moment you feel nothing, only for a moment, before you hear your girlfriend kiss her teeth and then feel a wet warmth hit your cunt.
“F-fuuucckkkk.” Knees buckling, you’re sobbing out expletives as you feel her spit trail down your sloppy hole and drip down to your needy clit.
“Awhh…you liked that?” Se-Mi muses, you can hear the smirk she has on her face, “like when I spit on your pussy? Come on use your wordssss” Her fingers meet your cunt to smear her mess, rubbing her saliva into your folds.
“Y-yeah- fuck yes…Se-Miiii~” you try your best to collect yourself, catch your breath enough to tell your girlfriend what you want, no, need.
“Need- shit- need you to make me c-cum.”
Hearing you finally use your words, Se-Mi is spitting on your cunt once more before latching her mouth to your pretty pussy.
She’s diabolical below you, hands holding your ass out of the way so she can fuck her tongue up into your weeping hole. Moaning into your cunt, she’s opening her mouth so wide, letting every bit of your creamy sap trickle down her throat.
Her tongue works you exactly how you need. Every swipe of her tongue has your body vibrating with a build up of intense pleasure. When you feel the softness of her lips wrap around your clit and suck, your head is falling down and you’re sobbing out expletives.
“Ohhhh fuckkkkk!!” You moan, hand clapping over your mouth when you realize just how loud you are. Your eyes are squeezing shut and you’re feeling a deep heat blossoming in your lower stomach.
Pulling off with a suctioned pop, Se-Mi is spitting another thick glob of spit on your pussy, “Keep your eyes open. Come on. Want you to watch how fucking pretty you look when you cum” Her fingers dance alone your clit, looking up at you from between your thighs.
Your head feels like it weighs a thousand pounds as you struggle to lift it back up. When you do, and your eyes flutter open, blinking away the tears of pleasure that cloud your vision, you’re face to face with the image that your girlfriend wants you to see so badly.
You’re choking on your own breath, back arching and ass pressing into Se-Mi’s face when she presses her fingers back into you. It’s a slow dull stretch that’s so very welcomed, your cunt sucking her fingers in so easily with how wet she’s got you.
“Se-miiii- shit, feels so g-goood.” You rasp, fighting to keep your body upright. You know if you lean off the counter in any capacity your legs will buckle and you’d fall to the ground.
She laughs against your cunt, lips rubbing against your needy clit, smearing her face in your slick. Flattening her tongue, she’s licking a fat stripe from your clit to your sloppy hole, tongue prodding into the space where her fingers keep you split open.
“I know, y’squeezing my fingers so hard. Gushing around them- mmpfhhh, fuck- gonna make a mess of my face?”
Fingers working overtime, Se-Mi is almost positive she could cum just from eating you out. The way you taste, the way she can feel your cunt flutter on her face and around her fingers, your pathetic little mewls and cry’s for her- god damn, you’re ethereal.
You nod, teeth biting into your bottom lip as you feel your orgasm fast approaching, “y-yes- shit! M’so closeeee~ Mimiiii pleaseeeee.”
Lips suctioned around your clit and fingers curling to hit your g-spot with every thrust she makes, she’s working you to your finish wickedly. It’s like she needs the reward that is you making a mess of her face- completely soaking her in your release.
She doesn’t give a fuck if she has to walk out of the bathroom with her shirt stained dark from your cum, in fact she’s deliberately making it messier so she can leave this bathroom covered in you- a statement of how good she just fucked you as you’d walk through the party crowd.
Slamming her fingers deep into you, prodding them into your g-spot, you can’t even brace for impact- your orgasm hits you full force and so hard you nearly fall to the floor. Lips suctioned to your clit, her lip ring biting into the soft, wet flesh- Se-Mi keeps her tongue flicking up and down over and over.
“I’m gonna- shit- Se-Miii wait-“ knowing that this wasn’t going to be just a regular orgasm, you’re trying to get her to slow down. You can’t squirt all over Thanos’s bathroom!!! Se-Mi is not having it, slurping and sucking she does the exact opposite of let up.
Gushing out of you and soaking your girlfriend’s face and the tiled floor below you, you can hear Se-Mi greedily slurp and swallow down every bit of your cum that streams out of you.
Sobbing and shaking, your nails are raking against the granite almost painfully to try and balance yourself. With your face directly in front of the mirror, you see every single reaction Se-Mi has wanted you to see.
Your crinkled brows, reddened face, smeared makeup, desperate tears in your eyes as you come to the release your girlfriend’s been bring you to for at lease 45 minutes now- she was right, it was a cute sight to see.
Mouth latched onto the entirety of your pussy, she’s pulling off of you with a ‘pop’, giggling from under you as you jolt.
“God…that was a big one, huh, baby?” You can practically hear her still licking her lips from under you.
Her fingers dance over the edges of your swollen cunt, lips puffy and red from her sucking and covered in your own creamy release and her spit. Your body buckles, hips pressing back into her hand despite your overstimulation. Brain a puddle of mush after your orgasm you’re left nodding.
You can’t even think of a coherent sentence. You’re falling chest first onto the counter and letting out an exhausted giggle, “you think if I drank enough alcohol you’d get drunk off my squirt?”
Se-mi stands, her brows furrowed and face still covered in your pussy juice, “I just devoured your pussy on my knees and that’s the first thing you have to say?”
As much as she’s trying to scold you, she can’t help but laugh at the sheer absurdity of your question.
“I was just t-thinkinnnn’” you breathlessly giggle, “didn’t know you could swallow all of that… was a-a lot.”
“I wouldn’t let that go to waste…” Se-Mi knows you’re just mindlessly talking, not even making sense, but you’re just too precious, “was thirsty.”
Both of you meet each other’s gaze in the mirror. She’s coated in your release, top half of her shirt drenched a darker color than the bottom. A moment of silence passes before both of you are busting out into giggles.
“Why don’t we go out there…” she drawls, wrapping her hands around your waist, “take a few more shots…” dropping her face to your neck she’s placing kisses up to your jaw. You can feel and smell your release on her and it only makes that heat begin to blossom in your core once again.
“..And we can go back home….” Kiss “you can sit on my face in these fishnets…” one hand hooks a finger into the pink webbing, pulling it until it snaps back against your skin in a sharp sting, “and we can put your lil theory to the test?”
Se-Mi knows that your ‘theory’ is nothing but a silly joke you’ve made, but, she really is insatiable and her craving for you is already bubbling up once more. Alcohol in your system or not- she could easily get drunk of your squirt.
And of course you’re agreeing, you gotta help her with her experiment after all!!
synopsis: Semi brings home a stray kitten that she found. You try to be reasonable, telling her it’s a huge responsibility that you guys need to consider properly, but she does everything in her power to convince you to let her keep it…
genre: fluff, established relationship
word count: 1.2k
a/n: requested by @daeholuvs
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Semi loved cats. She had been constantly trying to convince you to let her get one almost every day. Shoving her phone in your face to show you tiktoks, pointing out cat toys in every store you went to, listing off what names she thinks you two should use if you were to adopt one - you were well used to her tactics.
And so looking back, the events of that fateful day are a lot less surprising to you in retrospect. In reality, you should have been prepared for what she did, considering you knew your girlfriend like the back of your hand.
The door creaked open slowly followed by barely audible footsteps sneaking in the hallway, clearly the sound of someone who didn’t want to be caught. You rolled your eyes instinctively, wondering what it was this time. An impulsive purchase of a new gaming console? A new piercing or tattoo she thought you might not like? You could always tell when she had something to hide.
You lifted yourself from the sofa with a sigh, calling her name and walking out into the hallway to meet her with the same “What have you done?” look as always. She simply flashed you that sweet, innocent grin of hers, but you noticed right away that she was hunching over slightly, clearly concealing something. You raised an eyebrow at her.
“Whatcha got there?”
Her teeth nibbled on her bottom lip lightly, her mouth opening for a split second but giving up when she failed to find the words - or perhaps courage - to explain herself. When you began to approach her she turned away from you, and your ears pricked up at the small chirp of an animal coming from inside her hoodie.
“Semi.” You glared at her with a low voice, and she reluctantly breathed a hefty sigh before relaxing her posture a bit.
“Don’t be mad.”
Slowly as ever, she unzipped her hoodie to reveal a small, shaking kitten resting against her chest. Your eyes and heart softened at the sight, but after a moment you were brought back to reality. Before you could open your mouth Semi cut in desperately.
“She was curled up on the side of the road! What was I supposed to do?! She can’t be more than a few weeks old…”
“Uh, take her to a shelter maybe?! I don’t know but not bring her here!”
Semi tilted her head at you, giving a small pout, and you couldn’t help but melt at the sight. You reached out to rub her arm, your voice a bit lower and gentler when you spoke again.
“Babe, we don’t have anything that she needs here.”
“Well actually…”
“Oh God, Semi.”
“Trunk of the car…”
Semi brought the kitten into your living room, snuggling up on the couch while you made your way out to her car. When you popped the trunk you couldn’t help but sigh at the sight inside. Semi had bought a variety of toys and treats, a few tiny outfits, a litter box, a scratching post and a plush bed fit for a queen. A small smile spread across your face and you rolled your eyes, you knew this was going to be an eventful night.
She offered to let you hold the cat so she could bring everything inside but you refused, knowing that if you held that animal you would turn to putty in its little paws. One of you had to stay level headed, and Semi already seemed too far gone, so it was up to you.
That night you set up the bed, food and litter box for the kitten in the living room, putting up a makeshift fence to keep her in the corner of the room while you and Semi went to bed. Of course, your girlfriend had begged you to let her bring the cat into the bed with you, and you had to be the voice of reason once again.
When you woke the next morning all that reason was abandoned, and Semi was chatting away quietly with the kitten lying on her chest. She didn’t notice you awake at first, continuing her one sided conversation with the ball of fluff.
“Don’t worry, she’ll come around. She’s gonna be your mommy, and you can stay here forever and ever.”
You felt a small pinch in your heart. Semi referring to you as a mommy… maybe this kitten was just the thing you needed to expand your little family. You tried to ignore the feelings she had stirred, keeping your guard up and telling Semi that as soon as your local shelter had space you would be taking the kitten there.
A few days passed, and you still hadn’t held or talked to the cat. The most acknowledgment between the two of you was when you filled her food bowl and she curled around your leg purring. Even if you wouldn’t admit it out loud, the little prowler was growing on you.
On one occasion, Semi watched as you plopped down beside her on the couch. You began happily feeding the kitten a treat while she sat in your girlfriend’s lap, and then she spoke.
“We should name her.”
“No.” You replied instantly, pointing a finger at Semi sternly. She simply pouted at you again, something she had been doing a lot more often since this kitten came into your life. “Semi, if you name her you’ll get too attached.”
“I’m already attached…” She muttered, an almost childish tone in her voice.
And you knew she was right. Somehow deep in your soul you knew this kitten wasn’t going to end up in a shelter. You knew this was simply your kitten now, that Semi wasn’t going to be able to let her go and by extension you weren’t going to be able to either.
The turning point came when you got home from work one evening. Your hair was a mess, you were covered in sweat and your feet were killing you. All you wanted was to get home to the peace of your own solitude, and when you did you were met with a sight that made your heart sing.
Semi was sound asleep on the couch with the kitten tucked into the crook of her neck and shoulder. Despite the tiny size of the animal, its purr could be heard from across the room.
You knelt down in front of her.
“Baby.” You whispered, shaking her lightly.
When she woke she stretched slightly, pulling the warmth of her head away from the furry animal and prompting it to curl into her even more. You couldn’t resist anymore.
“What do you wanna name her?”
Semi’s eyes lit up, her face beaming as she lifted the kitten off her shoulder and onto her lap. Her voice was still laced with sleep when she whispered hoarsely.
“I can keep her?”
“We can keep her.”
A few months have passed since you accepted your fate, and you think to yourself now that you’ve finally settled into this little family life. It’s you, Semi and your whiskered baby against the world. Until one day she’s happily playing with the cat and she turns to you, a small glint in her eyes as that cheeky grin reappears. You already know what she’s going to say - that she wants another cat.
synopsis: Your influencer best friend convinces you to join her baking livestream. Something in the air changes when all the comments start mentioning the same thing – the way she looks at you…
genre: fluff, friends to lovers
word count: 2.2k
a/n: requested by anon
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Being the best friend of an influencer has its ups and downs. The pros come in different forms, the most enjoyable definitely being the many, many, MANY free samples and sponsorships, Semi having so many that she doesn’t know what to do with them other than share them with you. The cons on the other hand are plentiful too, the publicity of her life seeping into yours unintentionally, your instagram and tiktok accounts eventually racking up thousands of followers coming from her page.
People are aware of your relationship, and you’re aware of the rumors. Rumors that make your cheeks heat up, that you wish were true but alas are just that – rumors. And even though you know she’s just your friend, you can’t help but feel a flutter in your chest every time you scour the comments when she posts a tiktok with you. Sometimes it even gets your hopes up, seeing people talk about the way Semi looks at you, the way she smiles around you without trying or how your laugh makes her blush. At the end of the day, you try to stay level headed enough to remind yourself that these people know nothing of your lives beyond the camera.
Now you’re standing in her kitchen, planning to livestream while you two bake a batch of cookies from a new brand of ready mix that for some reason decided to sponsor her. As she fiddles with the tripod you wonder how she actually convinced you to do this. You’ve never done a live stream before. You barely post on your own private stories for your friends, let alone stream live in front of thousands of people. You try to reassure yourself that most of them won’t notice you, probably only caring for Semi, but that thought quickly fades when you notice a few comments beginning to appear.
💬 : Can’t wait to see Semi burn these to a crisp
💬 : wait who is that?
💬 : THE GIRLFRIEND IS HERE OMG
Girlfriend. You feel your stomach flip at the sight of the word, quickly averting your gaze from the screen and deciding you won’t read any more, for your own sake. Silently thanking the lord that Semi seems too preoccupied with the tripod to notice the words on the screen, you tie your hair up, hands shaking slightly as you slip the hair tie off your wrist.
When she finally gets it standing right she takes a step back, resting her hands on the countertop casually and introducing the product as she begins to unpack it. Your mind is so preoccupied with trying to calm itself that you can barely make out what she’s saying, but you ground yourself by keeping your eyes fixed on her face instead of the screen.
As more people begin to join the live, Semi turns to you with a comforting smile, nudging your shoulder playfully.
“Let’s do this then.”
When you begin to reach for the box, she yells abruptly, telling you to wait and that she forgot something. She runs over to one of the cupboards in the corner, digging for a moment before pulling out two aprons. With a dramatic flair she shakes them out, throwing the slightly larger one on the counter and approaching you with the smaller.
She shoots you a soft smile as she threads your head through the top, brushing a few stray hairs behind your ears before placing her hands on your waist to spin you around so she can tie it at the back. Knowing well that her touch has made you blush, you take a moment to smooth the apron against your stomach before turning to face the camera again, watching her tie her own apron with a nervous sigh.
As she tears open the box to dump the contents into a mixing bowl she starts to make light conversation, and you notice what a natural she is in front of the camera. She begins introducing you, filling a few newcomers in on how you met, how long you’ve been friends and how you drive her nuts most days, earning her a roll of your eyes and a small huff through your nose disguising your laughter.
With your safe space beside you in human form, you find yourself becoming gradually more comfortable to speak, muttering a few sarcastic responses and adding a few comments here and there. When she asks you to weigh and add the butter, you somehow get some of it smeared on your hand. Semi jumps into action immediately, tearing a piece of kitchen paper a taking your hand in hers gently as she cleans it.
When it comes time to mix, she puts you in charge so she can read some of the comments. You immediately notice how her voice trails off when she begins to scroll, her body freezing for a moment.
“Oh my God, they’re shipping us.”
A strangled laugh fills the air as you process what she said, your mind racing for the first response you can think of to break the silence.
“To where?”
She purses her lips together, rolling her eyes and hanging her head low as she tries her best not to laugh at your terrible joke. A slight giggle slips your lips at her reaction, dusting her cheeks with a soft blush, and this is all it takes for the comments to start flooding in.
💬 : HELP they’re so down bad for each other
💬 : semi blushing awwww
Semi chooses to ignore it, pretending not to see the dozens of people mentioning how cute you guys are together, though you can tell by the slight shake in her laugh that she’s definitely noticed.
When it’s time to put the cookies in the oven she puts her hand on your waist, gently holding you in place as she scoots behind you. Your faces brush eerily close together as she passes you, the warmth of her breath hitting your skin and flustering you. Of course, this little moment only fans the flame of your shippers.
Once the cookies are in the oven Semi dusts her hands off on her apron and leans over to read a few more comments, sighing lightly when she notices the words appearing.
💬 : THE HAND PLACEMENT
💬 : “best friends” hmmmm sure semi
💬 : semi hun ur so in love if u need to cuff her
She can’t help but bite her lip as she turns to gauge your reaction. When she sees your eyes avoiding hers she can feel a sudden heaviness in her heart. As much as she’s enjoying everyone calling you her girlfriend, at the end of the day your friendship is more important to her.
“Maybe I should just turn off the comments…”
When you finally look up her eyes are questioning yours, silently asking for an answer to her suggestion. You know the only reason she mentioned it is you. You know she doesn’t want you feeling uncomfortable, but you can’t help but wonder how she could be so oblivious to not know why it’s making you so shy. You take a deep breath before replying, sliding an inch closer to her and tilting your head playfully.
“I mean, you can if you want but the people have already spoken.”
She bites her lip bashfully, her eyes returning to the screen as she picks up the mixing spoon and gives you a light smack on the arm. All you can do is laugh, feeling that familiar flutter in your tummy as her hair falls gently in front of her face, the corners of her eyes crinkling as she tries not to smile at you.
You spend the next few minutes cleaning off the kitchen counter while she washes the bowls and utensils, teasingly flicking water at you before she dries off her hands. The timer in the over goes off with a loud ding, making you jump slightly and brush your shoulder against hers. She simply rolls her eyes at your skittishness, setting the cookies down to cool as the room begins to fill with the warm, inviting smell of chocolate chips and vanilla.
After letting them cool for a few minutes, passing the time with mindless chit chat for the camera, Semi finally takes one of the cookies in her hand. She breaks a piece off, tossing it into her mouth with a satisfied hum. When she tears off another piece, she brings it to your lips, offering it to you with a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth.
“Open.”
You do as she says, a shy smile fighting its way onto your face when you feel yourself blushing. Keeping your eyes fixed on Semi’s as you chew you can see the pink on your cheeks reflected on her own, your heart pounding in your ears and drowning out everything that’s not her.
Without warning she moves her thumb to wipe a small crumb from the corner of your mouth, her eyes glancing down for a split second before she catches herself, fiddling with her lip piercing awkwardly and turning back to the camera. Seeing how flustered she is right now, all you can think about is how good the comments must be, and you’re right.
💬 : Lord I see what you’ve done for others
💬 : y/n how does it feel to live my dream
💬 : WUHLUHWUH???
Eventually the livestream ends with you and Semi recommending the cookies while you finish eating most of them in no time. When she turns off the camera there’s an awkward pause in the air, the two of you taking off your aprons without a word before she eventually gives you a regretful smile.
“Sorry.” She mutters quietly as she begins to fold her apron away, glancing at you quickly while she takes yours from your hands aswell. “I didn’t know there would be so many comments like that.”
“But you knew there would be some.”
You give her a judgmental glare, one that might scare anyone else but she knows you well enough to notice how you’re trying not to smile at her. She creeps towards you, flashing you a small pout and innocent eyes before resting her head on your shoulder gently.
“Forgive me?”
“I mean… if I didn’t like it I would have told you.”
“Ooh, so you liked it?”
You immediately feel your heart drop to the pit of your stomach, the boldness of her words hitting you like a truck as you stutter and mumble before you can form a response.
“Shut up. You know what I mean. Like, if it bothered me.”
“Mmm sure.” Her eyes narrow as she cocks an eyebrow at you, nudging you with her hip and leaning her face closer to yours. “You definitely liked it.”
Your response comes out as a hoarse whisper, her teasing spreading the redness on your face all the way to your ears as you begin to play with your hands nervously.
“You’re such a cunt sometimes you know.”
“Woah… Alright little miss girlfriend.”
Your jaw drops at the word, earning a cheeky smirk from her. Soon your hands are swatting at her shoulders, a small squeak in your voice as you attack her playfully.
“As if you weren’t loving that!”
She throws her arms up in defense, tilting her head and responding in a low, enticing tone.
“I never said I wasn’t.”
She’s looking at you expectantly now, lips pressed together in a hopeful but somehow still teasing smirk. Her hands slip into her pockets casually and she gives you a small shrug, but the croak in her voice reveals her nerves.
“All I know is I’d be lucky if I got to call you that…”
When you hear the sincerity in her tone, your hand automatically begins to reach out, hesitating and hanging in the air for a moment before you lace your fingers with hers. You can feel her eyes on you, and you can barely work up the courage to whisper between shaky breaths.
“Do you want to?”
She glances down at your hand holding hers for a moment, tilting her head and furrowing her brows when her eyes meet yours again.
“…Call you my girlfriend?” You nod, and a toothy grin spreads across her face. “Oh fuck yeah.”
From then on Semi tries to convince you to join every one of her livestreams. She calls you at night whining about how her comments are always asking for you now, or how her tiktoks do better when you’re in them. She shows you fan edits that make you blush hard, and teases you for your reaction every time. She also likes and reposts every single one, commenting cheesy mush about how much she adores her girlfriend just to embarrass you further. No matter what she does online she always mentions you, her girlfriend, and you never seem to get used to the way the word sounds coming out of her mouth referring to you.
Behind closed doors she has a sweeter name for you though, one that she’s stuck to since the day of that first livestream. She doesn’t call you by your name, she doesn’t call you baby or sweetie or angel, she doesn’t call you anything but the one name that got her favorite reaction from you.
Synopsis: Consumed by the hell of work, you can only respond with coldness to the loving messages from Se-mi, arriving home racked with guilt. She, however, greets you without reproach, offering unconditional refuge with a candlelight bath and your favorite dinner.
Content Warnings: None. Just angst and eventual fluff <3
Word count: 1,3k
💌 Requested by: @daeholuvs
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The air in the restaurant was a sticky, dense, gray blanket. The sweat had dried hours ago, leaving a salty residue beneath your blouse and on the nape of your neck. It was eleven o’clock at night, and the workday hadn't been a shift, but a prolonged torture. The heat from the grill, though invisible from your station, had accumulated in the walls of your brain, transforming your thoughts into a heavy, slow mass.
The noise was the other layer of your misery. It wasn't a constant melody, but a chaotic percussion: the metallic clatter of cutlery falling into trays, the sharp screech of a chair dragging across the terrazzo, the choked, constant scream of the air extractor, and the overly loud laugh of a diner at table six. Everything blended into a dull hum you couldn't silence, not even by plugging your ears for a stolen moment in the hallway. It was a dull, pounding migraine that forced you to strain your focus.
Your feet, on the other hand, no longer hurt in a sharp way. They had surpassed the threshold of pain at least three hours ago, and were now just two blocks of inflamed flesh, heavy and rigid, that were incredibly difficult to drag. Every step was a monumental chore.
You had been in this state of perpetual alert for ten hours, where your mind's only goal was not to make the next mistake. If your mind slipped, even for a second, the error would come: a poorly served dish, a wrong order, a forgotten table. The boss, with his icy glare and tight mouth, was lying in wait. You knew he wouldn't forgive you.
It was in the middle of this personal hell that the reality outside gently tried to filter in through your phone. A small, silent buzz in your apron pocket, a message notification from Se-mi.
The mere thought of her name was like an open window in that room of steam and grease, but the truth was, you didn't have the mental bandwidth to receive it. Your head, totally saturated, was a highway collapsed by a multiple-car accident, with no space for tenderness.
You subtly pulled out your phone while waiting for a dish to come out of the kitchen. You unlocked the screen and there they were, the messages, little gestures of love shining in the dark background of the inbox.
💬 [18:45 Se-mi]: “Hey, baby. I thought of you in this heat and I already know your water bottle is empty. Go refill it now. I promise to have your favorite drink and extra ice waiting for you. I love you.”
You read it, swallowed — which was, in fact, thick and sticky — and the reminder felt like another distraction, an added task to an endless list. You had ignored the concern and the affectionate nickname.
💬 [18:50 You]: “Ok.”
Then, later, while clearing an empty table and struggling to keep the stack of plates balanced, you felt the second buzz.
💬 [20:10 Se-mi]: “Hi, my love. You don't have to worry about your dinner; it’s taken care of. I’ve made your favorite meal because I know your body is screaming for it. Just get home safe, okay?.”
An invitation to come home. A promise of pampering that extended far beyond a plate of food. But your mind was doing calculations: which table is next? How many minutes until I finish?
💬 [20:15 You]: “It's fine.”
The third intrusion arrived while you felt the heat of the stove drying your eyes, the penultimate blow before you could leave. It was a gesture of planning, of looking toward the future with you.
💬 [21:30 Se-mi]: “We have a list of 10 cheesy movies. All ready for our marathon. No matter how late you get home tonight, you don't have to talk. You just need to know the plan is to turn on the TV, cuddle up, and not move until Sunday. Text me when you leave. Be safe on the way. Lots of love. <3”
The movie list. The intention to share calm and rest. A plan, an anchor. But at that moment, you felt incapable of planning the next minute, much less the weekend.
💬 [21:35 You]: “Ok.”
Dry. Curt. Insignificant. They were barely two letters that, in your state of mental emergency, you felt were stealing precious energy you needed not to spill the soup. You had ignored the joke, the promise of dinner, the loving gesture. You had replied to Se-mi’s unconditional love with the same coldness and scarcity of words you would use to ask a coworker for a cloth.
The climax of the tension arrived just as you were counting the minutes.
A customer at table ten snapped his fingers at you, as if you were a dog. When you approached, his face contorted into a grimace of disgust. The coffee you had served five minutes ago was, according to him, "lukewarm and repulsive."
“Don’t you people know how to serve a decent coffee here?” he spat, loudly, making sure the surrounding tables heard the humiliation. “It looks like you don’t care about quality this late. I’ll pay for it, but I’m warning you, I'll tell your boss how useless you are.”
Before you could utter an apology, the boss was already at your side, like a shadow. He didn't spare a glance for the customer. He only looked at you, with a coldness that froze your blood.
“My office. Now,” he said, not raising his voice, but with an implicit threat that echoed in your chest.
What followed wasn't a reprimand, but a calculated punishment. The boss scolded you for your "poor performance" and your "insolent attitude" (for not having smiled enough at the customer's insult). He didn't fire you. That would have been a relief. Instead, he imposed a sanction to ensure your suffering continued:
“You're coming in three hours early tomorrow. You’ll take inventory of the stockroom and then do a deep clean of the cellar. It's a penalty for your attitude today. I won't pay you the overtime. Leave.”
The injustice hit you harder than the customer's humiliation. You were going home with the certainty that your body and mind, already shattered, would have to break again the next day.
You left the restaurant. Not with the dignity of someone ending a shift, but with a churning stomach and a sunken heart. The fresh air of the street, finally, was a minuscule, fleeting relief. You felt as if you had been forcibly removed from a noisy incubator, and the silence of the night felt almost as aggressive as the noise.
You walked to the bus stop, your body moving automatically. The blocks of pain that were your feet now shuffled along the sidewalk. You didn't feel rage for the boss or the customer; you felt a bitter desolation, a stabbing awareness that the suffering would continue, not just tomorrow, but right now.
You sat down on the public transit. It was almost empty, which was unusual. The silence of the cabin allowed you to hear the phantom noise of the restaurant: the clinking of cutlery, the extractor motor, the cold voice of the boss echoing in your head.
You pulled out your phone. This time, you didn't do it to seek a distraction, an escape route, but to face the truth. You opened the conversation with Se-mi. You slid your finger up.
There they were, stacked like small flowers, the phrases full of unconditional love she had sent you: the hydration reminder, the dinner promise, and the movie plan, all wrapped in that warmth only she possessed.
And there they were, right beneath them, your replies. “Ok.” “It's fine.” “Ok.”
The air escaped your lungs with an inaudible hiss. You didn't feel rage for the boss; you felt a sharp, agonizing guilt.
The realization hit you with the force of a cold punch. The work, the exhaustion, the boss... everything had turned you into a cruel person today. You had responded to Se-mi’s unconditional love with the same coldness, the same scarcity, the same indignity with which the customer had treated you. Se-mi had offered you a life raft, a refuge before the shipwreck was total, and you, in your state of mental exhaustion, had roughly rejected it.
The pain of this emotional betrayal struck you much harder than the physical ache of your feet or the professional humiliation. You reached your stop with a single fear dominating everything: that Se-mi was hurt and that, this time, your fatigue had damaged something beyond repair.
You walked the final few meters to the apartment. Each step was heavy, not just because of your body, but because of the certainty that your carelessness had broken the heart of the person who loved you most.
You reached the apartment door and hesitated for a second. You turned the key and opened, bracing yourself for the worst confrontation: the reproach, or, what terrified you more, the cold silence of a wounded Se-mi, locked in her own pain.
Instead, the world instantly transformed into a refuge.
The house was calm. The only light came from a floor lamp in the living room, soft, amber, and warm. The first thing that embraced you was the smell: delicious, smoky, and familiar—unmistakably roasted salmon with herbs.
And then you saw her.
Se-mi wasn't sitting on the couch, waiting with crossed arms and a look of reproach. She was standing by the kitchen, finishing serving the food. She turned around when she heard the click of the door, and there was no trace of judgment on her face, only pure tenderness.
She set the plate down and crossed the room without a word. She didn't ask about your day, didn't scold you for the lack of replies. She just hugged you. It wasn't a passionate hug, but an anchoring embrace, silent and solid. You buried your face in her neck, breathing in the clean scent of her skin that contrasted with the kitchen stench you carried. In that hug, you could feel your girlfriend's solidity, the stillness you hadn't found in ten hours. It was the first moment of true quiet in your day.
The relief was so profound it made you tremble. Se-mi's body was the zero point, the anchor. You felt her squeeze you gently, giving you tacit permission to crumble.
She broke the embrace but held you by the shoulders, and the tenderness of her face was the only real thing you had felt all day.
“Don't tell me anything,” Se-mi said in a low voice, almost a whisper, “not a word. Your voice is worn out, and the boss can wait until tomorrow. Or better yet, he can wait forever. You just need to focus on being you again.”
Your throat was too tight to respond. You just nodded, feeling the tears, until then frozen by exhaustion, begin to thaw.
She didn't give you time to process the guilt or to apologize. Instead, with the efficiency of someone who had already planned it, she took your hand and guided you toward the hallway.
“I know what you need,” she continued, never taking her eyes off yours. “It’s not just food, but a complete cleansing. You have ten hours of grease, sweat, and boss-crap on you. You need to get rid of that.”
Se-mi opened the bathroom door, and the warm steam, with a faint scent of eucalyptus, gently hit your face. The light was off, and the only illumination came from small vanilla candles lit on the sink, casting a trembling, golden glow on the walls.
“Come, love. Let's take a bath together,” she said, and the word “together” had no connotation of urgency or passion, but of care. It was an invitation to stillness, to shared safety. “I want to help you take off your uniform, to take off the restaurant. I want the water to wash that noise out of your head.”
The simple idea that someone else would take care of the chore of undressing you, of taking off the clothing soaked in misery, was an indescribable liberation.
Se-mi handled the faucet. She turned on the bath tap and filled it with water so hot that a column of steam rose from it. As the water ran, she stood behind you and expertly untied the knot of your apron. The apron, that armor of alertness and punishment, fell to the floor with a whisper.
Then, with absolute delicacy, she unbuttoned your blouse. Her fingers brushed the salty skin of your neck and you felt a shiver that wasn't from cold. She helped you pull your arms out of the sleeves, and the blouse fell like an inert rag. The dry, salty sweat beneath your bra was itching; the relief that it would soon disappear was a profound comfort.
“You’re doing great,” Se-mi whispered, and though it sounded silly, it made you feel deeply cared for.
One by one, she removed the rest of your clothes. Finally, she helped you with your socks, which were stuck to the swollen skin of your feet. When she slid them off, you felt the first true relief in your “blocks of inflamed flesh” all day.
By the time Se-mi undressed, the bathtub was full. She checked the temperature and found it perfect. She didn't say "get in," but took your hand so you wouldn't slip and gently guided you toward the edge.
You sat on the edge of the tub. The hot water burned your ankles a bit at first, but it was a pleasant sting, a medicinal warmth. Se-mi got in behind you.
You leaned against her chest, feeling her warmth, her quiet breathing. The water hugged you, dissolving the tension in the muscles you had kept contracted for hours.
Se-mi held you, without moving, while the tears, the silent apologies for the cold “Oks,” mixed with the water.
She had promised you wouldn't have to talk. And you didn't. The first moment of true forgiveness came when she leaned forward and grabbed the body wash, a scent of lavender and vanilla.
With infinite softness, Se-mi began to wash you. First, your tense shoulders, then the grease and restaurant stench from your neck. When she moved to your back, she focused on your spine, as if trying to undo every hour of the prolonged torture, massaging with her fingertips with perfect pressure.
But the true comfort came when she took your feet. With her thumb, she massaged your aching soles, the burning arches, the swollen ankles. The hot water, the massage, the lavender... Se-mi was breathing life back into those two heavy, rigid blocks.
“Done,” she whispered after a while, lathering your hair and rinsing it with clean water from a jug.
You got out of the bath. Se-mi wrapped you in a soft towel she had warmed beforehand. She dried you carefully and led you to the bed.
While she dried her hair, you put on clean pajamas. When she returned, the roasted salmon was already served on a couple of trays on the nightstand.
“No movies, no list,” Se-mi said, taking your hand. “There’s nothing to do but eat, and then sleep. The cheesy weekend plan starts... now. You don't owe me an apology. You just owe me a rest.”
You lay down and ate. The taste of the salmon was glorious, the texture of the meat was perfect, and the herbs were a balm for your tongue. It wasn't just your favorite meal; it was proof that, even at your worst, she had seen your pain before your coldness.
When you finished, Se-mi collected the plates. She lay down next to you and held you from behind. She stroked your hair with one hand, and with the other, she made slow, rhythmic circles on your back.
She didn't tell you she loved you, because you had already seen it in the food, in the bath, in the hug. What she did do was whisper, as you sank into sleep, without the noise, without the pain, and without the guilt:
Synopsis: The plan was to go to a party. As you get ready to leave, Se-mi’s gaze turns into a raw, urgent desire. With the lock bolted, the night changes course. She doesn’t want to go to that party; she wants you to fall apart for her.
Content warnings: NSFW/+18, dominance/submission (dom!Se-mi/sub!reader), oral sex and fingering (reader!receiving), praise kink, light degradation. That’s all, I think. Let me know if there’s more.
Word count: 1,8k
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The room is bathed in the warm light of the vanity mirror, reflecting every detail of you as you get ready for the party. Your fingers move with delicacy over your skin, applying foundation, blending shadows, and touching up each line with expert precision. The soft floral scent of your perfume floats in the air, mixing with the faint sound of music coming from another part of the apartment.
Se-mi watches you, sitting on the edge of the bed, her eyes fixed on your figure. Every small gesture of yours seems to mesmerize her. The way you tilt your head to look at your reflection, how your hair falls over your shoulders, the slight movement of your lips as you try a shade of lipstick... “God, those lips,” Se-mi thinks, her chest tightening with a mix of admiration and unbearable desire. Her eyes trace every curve, every detail, missing nothing. She's slowly losing control; you are torturing her without even knowing it, and it's driving her crazy.
The soft click of your lipstick cap is what breaks her trance. You pause to study the shade in your reflection, and Se-mi seizes the moment. She gets up from the bed, her bare feet making almost no sound on the rug, and walks to the door. She slides the bolt, a small but definitive sound that echoes in the silence. You turn around, one eyebrow raised. “Love, what are you doing?” you ask, your voice a mix of confusion and amusement.
Se-mi doesn't answer. Instead, she takes a slow step toward you. Her eyes, fixed on yours, are burning with a desire she can no longer hide. She stops just a few inches away. “You can't go,” she whispers, her voice a low, urgent murmur. “I won't let you leave. Not when you look like this.” Her hand, with trembling fingers, rises and brushes your shoulder; the softness of the fabric of your dress is a torture.
Her warm breath on your neck makes you shiver. “Look at you,” she continues, her voice full of dark desire. Her fingers slowly trail down, brushing the edge of the dress, following the curve of your shoulder. “The red lips, the makeup that makes your eyes shine like diamonds... all for them. But I want to smudge it. I want it all to run. I want to see you here, on the bed, with me, with your face a mess. With your body a mess, just for me.”
“I want to ruin you, love.”
Se-mi’s hand slides down your arm and takes your hand. Her thumb caresses your knuckle. “You're torturing me, you know that? Seeing you get so perfect to go to that party, for everyone to look at you, and all I can think about is the way your legs would look wrapped around my head. How you'd look with your hair mussed up, with your lips swollen from so much kissing, with my name on your lips.”
Se-mi pulls you closer to her. The air between you vibrates with tension. Her other hand rises to caress your cheek, her thumb brushing your lower lip. “I want to taste you. We're not going to any party. You and I are staying here.”
You feel the warmth of her hand on your cheek, the brush of her thumb on your lip, and there is nothing left of the confusion or amusement. Only a slow and sweet surrender.
You tilt your head to the side, a motion that invites her. She doesn't take it as an invitation; she takes it as a victory. Her hand slides from your chin to your neck, her fingers wrapping around you with a soft but firm possession. “I knew you'd stay,” she whispers, her voice a low growl that makes you tremble. “I knew you wanted it as much as I do.” Her gaze drops to your lips, and suddenly, there is no more teasing, only a deep and devouring desire. The last thing you feel is her breath on your skin before her lips meet yours in a kiss that seals the end of your plans and the beginning of the night.
Se-mi's mouth finds yours in a passionate kiss. It's not a tender or careful kiss, but a declaration of intent. Her lips are demanding, hungry, and yours yield instantly. A sigh escapes your throat as her tongue traces the outline of your lips, asking for permission, and you grant her entry with a soft moan.
Your tongues meet in a chaotic and wet dance, a collision that steals your breath. The cherry flavor of your lipstick mixes with the sweetness of her breath, creating an intoxicating blend that envelops you both. Her teeth, both soft and sharp, delicately bite your lower lip, a playful kiss that makes you gasp with pleasure. Se-mi breaks the kiss only to slide her lips down to your jaw, leaving a trail of wet kisses.
You feel her lips move with eagerness, sucking and biting with an urgency that makes you tilt your head to the side, offering her more. Her hands grip your waist, pulling you closer to her body, until there is no space between you. A moan escapes your lips as you feel the sensation of her tongue licking the sensitive skin of your neck, leaving a damp, warm trail.
Se-mi pulls back just enough to whisper against your ear, her voice hoarse and full of dark desire. “You don't need that dress. You don't need it. It's a barrier between us and I'm so damn tired of barriers.” Her hands move up to unfasten the clasp of the dress and, with a soft sound, the clasp gives way. The dress slips off your shoulders, revealing the silk lingerie you chose for the party.
“Oh. Shit,” Se-mi breathes, her voice filled with admiration as she sees you. “You thought you were going to that party like this? In this lingerie? I swear, love, if you had dared to go, I would've kidnapped you myself.” Her hands, which were on your shoulders, slowly slide down to your waist and then, without haste, to your hips. “You look so fucking perfect, my love, that it makes me want to smudge you, to leave you marked, to make you completely mine.”
You take off your dress and let it fall to the floor. Se-mi does the same, and in a matter of seconds, you're both in your underwear. The air in the room becomes denser, more charged. Her eyes fix on your body, on every curve, on every detail, and yours on hers. Her body is a work of art, with soft curves, and white skin that looks like porcelain.
“Come here,” Se-mi orders, extending her hand to you. You move closer, and she embraces you, her hands caressing your back and moving down to your glutes. Her lips, which were on your neck, land on yours in a deeper, wetter, more desperate kiss. Your tongues meet in a wild dance, exploring every corner of the other's mouth.
Se-mi guides you to the bed and falls on top of you, enveloping you completely with her body. She kisses your lips, then descends down your jawline to your neck, not stopping. She continues her path of kisses to your collarbone and then to your chest, which is covered by the lace of your bra.
“Se-mi, please,” you whisper pathetically.
With a skill that disarms you, she removes your bra and immediately begins to suck and lick your nipple while pinching the other with her fingers. God, it was torture. You needed her with an urgency that burned inside you.
In a burst of courage, you take her hair in your hands and pull on it abruptly, making her release your nipple from between her lips with a gasp.
“Stop teasing me and do something, please, I need you so much,” you demand, your voice trembling with desire.
Se-mi's gasp turns into a hoarse laugh, which echoes in the room. Her eyes burn with a mix of amusement and a desire she can no longer hide. “So you can't wait, huh?” she murmurs, her voice a whisper that gives you goosebumps. “I love seeing you so desperate, I'm fascinated.”
Instead of giving in to your plea, she leans down and delicately bites the skin of your neck, right where your pulse beats. A shiver runs through you, and a low moan escapes your lips. With a slow and deliberate movement, she slides down, her lips and tongue leaving a wet trail on your skin. Every inch she covers is an exquisite torture.
Se-mi stops at your stomach, just below your belly button, and kisses the soft skin. With an exasperating slowness, she descends your abdomen until she reaches your dressed clitoris. Her warm lips settle on the damp fabric, and she begins to give soft licks. You feel the wetness of her mouth on the material and the pressure of her tongue, which makes you gasp.
“God, you're so wet. Is this because of me?” she asks in a mocking, sexy voice.
You can't even process her words. You can only moan. The sensation of her mouth on your clitoris and the brush of her fingers against your skin feels delicious. Your hips move in an involuntary dance, seeking more. You feel like you're on the verge of collapsing, and her hoarse laugh confirms it.
You take off your underwear, undoing the last barrier. Now it's just your skin against hers. She devours you with her mouth, hungry, and each lick is an exquisite torment that makes you moan. “It feels so good,” you groan, “I'm so close, please don't stop.”
“Do you like it, my love?” she whispers hoarsely, not stopping. “Do you like feeling my mouth on you? Seeing how you fall apart for me?”
Suddenly, you feel two of her fingers inside you, and a gasp escapes your lips. You swear you see stars. It's the pressure you needed to reach the climax. The gasp transforms into an inarticulate moan, your legs tighten and wrap around her head, as if they want to trap her, to prevent her from leaving. You come in her mouth, you soak her with your juices, a glorious mess that Se-mi savors, her tongue and mouth moving with an urgency that matches yours. Each thrust of her fingers, each movement of her tongue, leads you to a new wave of pleasure, one after another.
Your body trembles, shivering with each spasm of pleasure, and a muffled scream gets stuck in your throat. Se-mi swallows every drop of you, cleaning you completely. She doesn't stop until she feels you have stopped trembling. The silence in the room is only broken by your ragged breathing and your gasps. You feel a familiar warmth in your clitoris, her lips sucking the last drop, and the brush of her fingers leaving your insides.
When she finally pulls away, your legs feel weak, your body is a mess of pleasure and exhaustion. Se-mi looks at you, her eyes dark, full of desire, a smile of satisfaction on her lips. She slowly licks her lips, savoring the moment. “That's my good girl,” she murmurs, and your body shivers all over again.
The clock read 11:37 PM. The apartment was unusually still except for the sluggish whirl of the ceiling fan and the soft crackling sound from the candle you'd lit earlier. Lavender vanilla. Her favourite.
You both had been out since morning, carrying around tote bags full of thrifted treasures, your feet aching but your hearts full. Se-mi had tried on a ridiculous hat at the market and made you laugh so hard you dropped your iced coffee.
Y/N, the shower’s ready I’m all done her voice floated in from the bathroom.
Ouuu yay. Can’t wait to try my new soap from the farmers market you called, peeling yourself off the couch.
When you returned, freshly showered and sleepy-eyed, she was already under the covers, arms outstretched like she was waiting to catch you.
How was your shower, my baby?
Soooo gooddd you sighed dramatically, flopping down beside her. Ugh. I’m so sleepy baby. Can we turn on a movie?
Of course. Let’s get some sleep, my love.
She kissed you, and you curled into her side, arms wrapped tightly, face buried in the crook of her neck. Your fingers automatically found her hair, twisting it gently between them. That little ritual grounded you. She was truly your safe space.
But after a few minutes, her body squirmed beneath the blankets. She kicked the sheets off and twisted in your arms.
Hey hey. What’s wrong?
Holy shit baby. You’re too warm
Oh. you blinked.
I didn’t mean that in a mean way!
No, it’s fine. You hate me and want me to perish alone in this heatwave. I get it.
Y/N! It’s just you’re literally a human furnace right now.
But we always cuddle
Honey, it’s 28 degrees in here
You’re too warm
I’m just a little sun
More like a whole damn volcano
Please please please please—
Ugh. Fine. C’mere she groaned, rolling back toward you.
You’re literally my personal furnace, baby
It’s a blessing in the winter…
...and a curse in the summer
You both laughed softly as the movie flickered on the screen. Your limbs tangled, the heat rising between your bodies. And still, neither of you let go.
