it genuinely freaks me out is how real the regression is right now.
every day i see more young women â literally our age â becoming super conservative, obsessed with finding a rich husband, dreaming about being a trad wife, not dreaming of working or studying⊠and when they do study, their whole personality is just their boyfriend. they let them behave horribly, and call it love. it honestly makes me sick.
and i have a friend whoâs the sweetest person alive, not homophobic at all, but very conservative (whole family too). and sheâs always telling me about girls OUR AGE who are getting married, planning to have kids ASAP, or even becoming nuns. like youâre telling me a 20-year-old thinks her entire future is being someoneâs wife? or someoneâs virgin saint? insane. she told me that nuns literally do nothing all day but praying and that's insane to me.
and today she literally went to a talk by Opus Dei (which is extremely orthodox and conservative), supposedly about âself-discovery.â but the whole talk was basically how âwomen ages 15â20 are ready to be mothers.â
MOTHERS. 15. Iâm sorry but WHAT????
being on tumblr makes us feel like these people barely exist, or theyâre a small minority. but theyâre not. there are TONS who will happily hand their whole life to religion, because thinking critically feels scarier than obeying.
and as an atheist, i genuinely donât understand how many people can tolerate oppressive beliefs, traditions, and stigma just because someone told them itâs like that. how desperately humans need something bigger than them to feel safe, loved, or validated even if that âsomethingâ demands their freedom in return.
thankfully, i grew up in a Catholic family that isnât strict, with a mom whoâs smart, strong, and always taught me to think, read, and choose my own future. so yeah, sorry for the essay, but honestly? iâve always dreamed of writing articles and starting debates about stuff like this. sometimes i really wish i had a separate blog just to talk about society, culture, feminism, religion, etc.
like girl why am i being political on a fanfic blog?? đ but if ANYONE would actually be interested in that⊠iâd love to do it. fr.
synopsis: you and ellie are hanging out, doing the usual after not seeing each other for weeks because of college, when she suddenly has the amazing idea to ask you to bleach her hair. both of you have the biggest crush on each other but are too scared to confess it
content: fluff, a little bit of angst, sfw, two fools in love
wc: 2.3k
author's note: hey!! so this is my first fic so i hope is good and entertaining. Is not that long but i'm planning to make longer fics when i'm free. English is not my first language, so if there is any errors or my vocabulary is poor I would love some constructive criticism. hope you enjoy it, i would love to see what you think in the comments, and reblog if you enjoy it đą âĄâ.Ë!
Weekends with Ellie had started to feel different ever since college pulled you both in separate directions. It was strange âunsettling, evenâwhen you thought about how inseparable you used to be. There hadnât been a single day without her by your side. Joel and your parents would tease that the two of you were practically joined at the hip. But things change. People grow. Right?
It wasnât that youâd stopped talking altogether, only that you didnât see her nearly as often. Different campuses, different majors, different friend groups, different lives slowly carving their own paths. The day you both got into your dream schools, you knewâquietly, deep downâthat something about your friendship would shift.
From seeing each other everyday after school to only seeing yourselves and your families on weekends or holidays, it was a pretty abrupt change to what the both of you were used to. And yet, when that shift you feared and hunted you at night since graduation didnât happen, it was both a surprise and a relief at the same time. Every single time you saw Ellie it was like no time has passed, even if weeks and even sometimes months slipped by without so much as a text. Same absurd conversations, same routines and habits, same inner jokes that no one understood.
Now, like so many hangouts before, you were lying side by side on her bed, a bowl of popcorn balanced between you as your favourite sitcom played on the TV. It never got old. No matter how much you grew up, your things never got old. That was what made your friendship so beautiful, so lasting. Youâd grown together, seen each other through every awkward phase, every heartbreak, every version of yourselves and, somehow, none of it had ever changed the way you saw her.
There wasnât a need for words to fill the silence with conversation because you were comfortable with sound of the laugh track that came out of the TV speakers. Yet, every time you would reach for popcorn at the same time a spark ran through you. Still, you never pulled away, never flinched from her touch. Because why would you react that way to the contact of your best friend? It would be ridiculous⊠if not for the fact that you recently realized that the love you felt for Ellie that had always translated into friendship, now the line has blurred into something else in your book. Those eyes that used to watch her have now softened.
You didnât realize youâd been zoning out until Ellie suddenly paused the show and turned to face you. A frown creased your forehead at the abrupt action.
âWhy did you pause it?â you ask completely baffled as if you havenât been not paying attention to anything that was playing on the TV for the last half hour.
âI have a crazy idea,â she pauses for a dramatic effect âHear me outâ she adds before she even tells you anything
You canât help but let out a scoff. Typical Ellieâalways chasing some wild, impulsive thought. You shifted to face her better, popping another piece of popcorn into your mouth before letting out a sigh. When you finally looked at her, your eyes softened at the mischievous smile forming on her lips.
âYouâre scaring me, Els,â you said, though her grin was contagious, tugging your own lips into a twitch of a smile.
She rolls her eyes and sits straight cross-legged facing you, phone in hand as she searched something. You wait patiently, even tilting your head trying to peek and see what she was about to reveal. Her silence was intriguing you more and more the longer she prolonged it. However, nothing couldâve prepared you for what she was about to show you. As soon as her screen tilted your way, your brows shot up. A horribly edited picture of a blonde Ellie stared back at you, and you couldnât resist cackling out loud.
Your laughter echoed through the room. When you finally caught your breath, you managed, âEllie, what the fuck is that? Itâs so bad.â
She flipped you off. âNo shit. Do I look like someone who knows how Photoshop works?â
âSo what? You want to bleach your hair blonde now?â you teased, not taking her seriously for a second. But when she didnât laugh, didnât brush it off as a joke, your smile faltered. You shook your head quickly. âNo. No, no way. Why would you do that? Did someone hit you in the head?â
âOh, come on. Itâs not that bad,â Ellie protests. âI need a change, want a little edge. And youâre helping me with it.â She adds
âYeah, no way. Nuh-uh.â You shake your head, adamant. At this point you are sure she has lost her mind âYour hair is beautiful, you donât need to bleach it. You can change your style with clothes, but why your hair?â you are putting your foot down âAnd why would you think that I would even help you with this?â
âBecause you love me,â Her words almost make you flinch. You obviously knew what she meant by it, but you found yourself wondering if she knew how the way you see her has changed lately. âAnd because you are a hairdresser,â she adds, flat and confident.
âFirst of all, Iâm not a hairdresser, my mom is. Second, I worked at her salon for a few months without any formal training, that definitely does not make me a hairdresser, Ellie.â You laugh, but it sounds strained âI could burn your hair, your beautiful hair. And Iâm sure youâll regret it the moment I put the formula on it.â
âSo, youâll do itâ she says, hope in her voice.
You keep the stare staying silent for a few seconds, trying to read her, as if you were still hoping she was doing a horrible prank on you. When Ellieâs gaze doesnât waver, you knew you were done for. How could you say no to her? Your heart couldnât handle it. âYouâve already bought it, havenât you?â
Her mouth suddenly curves with that beautiful smile of hers that has always made your heart skip a beat.
âJoel is going to kill me if I stain your bathroom and make a mess,â you warn her, mixing the formula with exaggerated care. âNah, scratch that, heâs going to kill us both.â
Because of course you agreed. You could never say no to her. Not back then, not now. Not when she begged you to skip class in high school just to wait in line for the newest Savage Starlight comic, an adventure that ended with the two of you grounded for weeks not being able to see each other. Not when she convinced you to climb onto Joelâs garage roof one summer night just to watch the stars, nearly breaking your neck in the process. And definitely, not when she looked at you with that same stubborn, pleading spark in her eyes.
Ellie chuckles, her gaze locked on you, never leaving your figure. âOkay, drama queen.â You shoot her a glare, which only makes her laugh harder. âItâs not that deep, itâs just hair.â
âExactly! Which is why this is a terrible idea.â You set the bowl firmly on the counter. âLetâs wrap it up, then.â
You head for the door, but freeze when her hand closes around your wrist. She spins you back to face her, and the grin on her lips sends your pulse hammering, loud enough that it feels like the whole room could hear it. Afraid she might, you slip out of her grip.
âI hate you,â you mutter, though the words come out soft, no venom in sight.
Ellie arches a brow, teasing. Then her expression shifts. That smile, oh that smile, it isnât her usual mischievous smirk. Itâs gentler, softer. Full of something you canât pinpoint.
âNo, you donât,â she says quietly, her voice low and warm enough to melt you on the spot.
Busted.
And Ellie? She was smitten.
Joel has told her time and time again that she was anything but subtle when it came to you. But Ellie knew you were oblivious to her feelings. Because if you did know, you wouldâve done something about it already. Right?
Or where you just ignoring the obvious, because you didnât feel the same way. Because you didnât want to reject her and ruin your friendship.
She was going mad.
Moments like this made her want to grab your face and kiss you, right then and there To spill every single feeling, no warning, no filter. But the second the urge bubbled up, her thoughts clawed it back down. Overthinking every touch, every glance, every laugh you shared. And when that happened, she would fuck the moment up. Every. Single. Time.
âWhat do you think about Cat?â And there it is. She cursed herself the second it left her mouth.
She swore she felt you flinch as you worked through her hair.
A shrug. Thatâs all she got. âSheâs okay, I guess.â Nothing more. And you donât elaborate.
Ellie had introduced you to Cat a few weeks ago. Theyâd met at collegeâsame major, same sense of humor, clicked instantly. So why wouldnât she introduce her to you? Introduce Cat to her favourite person in the world.
Yeah. Well. She thought wrong.
âOkay? Thatâs it?â Ellie pressed, frowning.
âI donât know, what do you want me to say?â you muttered, hands still busy in her hair, acting like the questions didnât bother you. âSheâs not my kind of person.â
âNot your kind of person?â Ellie echoed, trying to catch your eyes, but you refused to look at her.
âWhat? Do you need my approval or something? Planning to marry her?â It was meant to come out as a joke, but bitterness clung to your voice.
It wasnât jealousy. At least, thatâs what you told yourself. Ellie having other friends had never bothered you before, youâd met plenty of them and sheâs met yours. But Cat was different. The way she hovered close, the way she touched Ellie like she had every right to. They looked like⊠the perfect match.
And you hated how much that image made your stomach twist.
Ellie letâs out a scoff âWhat? Noâ She shakes her head. âWhat makes you think that?â
âWhatever. It doesn't matterâ
Your tone makes her pause. Her hand curls around your wrist again, stopping you mid-motion. She tugs you closer until youâre standing between her legs, refusing to let you slip away this time.
âWhatâs up with you?â she presses, her gaze finding yours. âJealous much?â she teases.
You roll your eyes, scoffing. âYouâre being ridiculous, Els.â You try to pull free, but her grip stays firm. âWilliams, are you gonna let me work or not?â You glare at her.
She loved when you got stubborn like this. But beneath it, she saw something elseâsomething that gave her hope.
Her hand drifts upward, thumb brushing gently across your cheek to wipe away a smear of bleach mixture. The touch is too soft, too deliberate, to mean nothing.
âI donât like Cat like that,â she murmurs, steady and certain.
You shrug, trying to act nonchalant as if relief wasnât washing through you. âCoolâ
Ellie bursts out laughingâright in your face. You glare, but she only grins wider, because God, you were adorable when you tried to play it cool.
And then⊠she goes for it. Something sheâs wanted for a long time. All she needed was the tiniest sign you wouldnât pull away.
Her hand slips lower, trailing down to your jaw. She pulls you in, and you donât resist. You let her. Until youâre just a breath apart, her lips hovering close enough that you swear you can feel the ghost of them against yours.
âWhat are you doing?â you whisper, though you make no move to pull away.
Ellie freezes. Her eyes flick from your lips back up to your eyes, panic flashing there for just a second before she covers it with a crooked smirk.
âWhat does it look like Iâm doing?â she mutters, her voice low, a little shaky despite her best attempt at sounding cocky.
You donât answer right away shocked by her sudden actions, and Ellie swallows hard, her bravado slipping. You were taking too long to answer which was making her overthink her decision âShit. Sorry. I justââ she starts, her hand twitching like sheâs about to drop it and back off entirely. âDid I read it wrong?â
Her awkwardness pulls a smile from you, soft and almost involuntary. You donât answer. Instead, you close the gap between you.
The kiss is tender, unhurried. Her lips brush yours like sheâs afraid to break you, warm and hesitant at first, but steadying when you lean into her. It isnât desperate or rushedâjust careful, like a secret finally spoken aloud. Her thumb still rests against your jaw, trembling slightly, but her touch is gentle, grounding. Her free hand goes to rest on your hip, pulling you closer to her.
And for a moment, the world goes quiet, no bleach, no laughter, no doubts. Just you and Ellie.
When you finally pull apart, it feels like forever has passed. Both of you are grinning so wide it almost hurts, staring into each otherâs eyes like nothing else in the world exists.
âCan bleach get reversed?â Ellie asks, ruining the moment with a lopsided grin.
Your eyes widen. âTell me youâre lying. Ellie, I swear toââ
Her grin only deepens at your reaction. She pulls you back in, lips crashing into yours again.
summary: sae-byeok finally meets you, the kind caretaker cheol has been telling her about.
-> kang sae-byeok x fem!reader, fluff, au without squid game, meet cute, reader works at cheol's daycare, sae-byeok being a little softer than usual (ooc? maybe?), sae-byeok lowkey finding the reader pretty (I live and write for lesbians), word count: 980
[ đ§â§âË ] â there she goes by sixpence none the richer
The wind chime makes a melodic sound as Sae-byeok enters the convenience store, with the purpose of getting Cheol his daily treat. She had just finished her shift for today and was feeling rather lucky. After all, it was also her pay day, and with that means she had extra money to spoil Cheol with whatever he wanted. And knowing her little brother, Sae-byeok wastes no time and beelines her way to the ice cream freezer.
She slides it open, looking down at her options. Cheol wasn't really picky, he would eat any flavor Sae-byeok gave him. But he was particularly fond of ice cream cones, especially the vanilla ones. And so she grabs one and gets herself a popsicle. When she turns, however, she bumps into somebody. A string of apologies falls out of the person, as they bend down to pick up the things that have fallen.
Sae-byeok, somehow feeling a little nicer than usual, follows and grabs a few of their items. One of which was a small packet of tissues. And when she goes to pick it up, her hand accidentally collides with the other personâs. Thatâs when Sae-byeok looks up and meets your gaze. Her heart stutters for a bit.
Youâre pretty⊠close. Pretty close to her.
âUhm, excuse me.â Your voice is quiet, Sae-byeok doesn't hear it, not until you clear your throat that she snaps out of whatever trance youâve placed her in. âSorry.â She mumbles, handing you the tissue packet and lifting herself up. You let out a chuckle, the tips of her ears start to feel a little warmer. âIt's fine. Thank you.â Sae-byeok nods in response, feeling a little too tongue-tied to say anything. You move past her to the cashier and leave her wondering just what exactly happened.
That was certainly a unique impression to leave, for someone sheâs never going to meet again.
Cheol hasn't stopped talking about his caretaker since Sae-byeok stepped inside the orphanage. It was sweet, really, definitely a preferable change from a few months agoâwhen Cheol would barely talk to her about his day. And now he was even making a few friends.
âNoona, your ice cream..â Cheol points at her popsicle, currently melting down her wrist. Sae-byeok looks down and lets out an annoyed scoff, before lifting the sleeve of her jacket to wipe it. Thatâs when a hand comes into her vision, offering a tissue. âYou can have this.â Sae-byeok looks up and her heart flutters. It's you, from the convenience store earlier.
Cheol says your name, exclaims it even, as he stands up and pulls on your own sleeve. âThis is my sister!â He says, giddy, meanwhile Sae-byeok grabs the tissue you offered her and uses it to wipe away the sticky stain the popsicle left on her wrist.
She couldn't believe it, I mean what are the odds, right? That the person she bumped into earlier happens to be the object of her little brotherâs affection. Looking at you, though, Sae-byeok was starting to get it.
You're as sweet as Cheol was making you out to be.
Youâre sitting next to her now, on one of the benches, as Cheol went off to play with one of his friends. Sae-byeok doesn't know why but she feels a little more nervous than usual. âSae-byeok, right?â You ask, an attempt to start a conversation, and she wasn't about to leave you hanging. Sae-byeok nods her head. âYeah, Iâm sure everyone has told you.â She tries to look at you, but when your eyes meet, she ends up looking away. You arenât even close to her, yet you still manage to make her feel light-headed.
She says your name, you perk up. âYou know me?â You look genuinely surprised that it makes Sae-byeok raise a brow. How can she not? Youâre all that her brother can talk about. But, maybe you really didn't know. âCheol talks about you a lot.â You nod your head, still surprised, but a smile starts to form on your lips. And it makes her heart flutter once again.
So, what if she thinks it's nice to see you smile? It can't really mean anything..
âSame with you. Cheol was really adamant for me to meet you. He said youâd like me.â You watch as both of Sae-byeokâs eyebrows rise, catching you off guard. Did you say something wrong? Was that too soon to say?
âUhm, I mean, he said youâd appreciate me for taking care of him.â
âAh, yes, of course. I do.â She watches you bite your lip, nervously. Did she make things awkward? Maybe she shouldn't have reacted like that. What was she supposed to do? You said it so out of the blue. She definitely ruined the moment, and maybe blew off her chances too.
âYouâre not so bad.â Sae-byeok hums, when you start speaking again. âI was really nervous. The others keep telling me you were intimidating, that they canât really approach you.â Your lips start to curve upward once more. And Sae-byeok starts to consider that maybe, just maybe, this really was starting to mean something to her.
âAm I?â She asks you. Now, Sae-byeok really isn't the one to care about how people perceive her. Sheâs been called plenty of things in her life, and yet here she was asking if you found her intimidating or not. When you shake your head, it's somehow reassuring for her.
âI think thereâs a chance weâd get along.â Your words manage a small grin out of her, as her eyes glint with a certain amusement, and curiosity.
âYou think so?â
âI do, Iâm quite convinced so.â
Looks like she didn't blow off her chances after all. Sae-byeok thinks, as she offers to get you a drink from a vending machine nearby.
warnings: nsfw, dom!sae-byeok, sub!reader, oral sex (r!receiving), fingering, scissoringâŠ
synopsis: every time you try to talk seriously with Sae-Byeok, she turns her back and walks out the door, running away from you. But youâre tired, and you decided it was enough. On the other hand, she realized she needed to change things too.
content: angsty smut
wc: 2.5k
a/n: yâall, hope this is good because it is my first time writing smut. Anyways, everything becomes better if you add a little angst in it, thatâs my secret ingredient
âSae-Byeok, can you listen to me for a damn second?â She was still leaning against the wall with her hands in her jacket pockets, looking at the floor with a blank expression. âPlease, thatâs all Iâm askingâ
You saw a little twitch on her lips, as if she wanted to say something but couldnât. But you were already tired.
Fifteen minutes had already passed since you started trying to make her understand that you want to make the best relationship possible out of both of you. But she didnât say anything, she just stared at the floor. You couldnât even read her expression.
It was frustrating. And because of that, your eyes were holding back tears.
âI know youâre scared and I know this is hard for you, but⊠fuck, youâre making it even harder!â Your voice elevated. âIâm trying, Iâve been trying this whole time but I just canât anymore. I need something to hold on to and I canât find it. I donât believe that you love me, Sae-Byeok. Not anymoreâ
Your voice cracked, and those final words finally made Sae-Byeok lift her head and look at you.
âThatâs not trueâ Her tone was cold, like always, but serious.
âThen show it!â A tear fell from your eye. âEvery time I tell you I love you, your body tenses. I feel it, and you canât even say anything. When weâre with more people we donât even look as a couple because you donât do anything to make it look like we are, because we fucking do! Iâve been trying to help you, to help you trust in me, but you donât want to. Iâm always the one crying. What else do you want me to do?â
You pressed your lips together, trying not to cry more. Youâd be ashamed of yourself if you did.
âTell me. What do you want me to do?â Now, you sounded desperate, desperate to make this work.
Sae-Byeok sighed, frustrated, and ran her hand through her hair. She shook her head, more to herself than to you, and grabbed the keys, heading to the door.
Your arms fell to your sides automatically, your mouth slightly opened. You felt pure disappointment. When she took the first step outside the door you ran close to her.
âAre you really going to run away, again!? Is that all you have to say?â She stopped on her feet. You waited a few seconds, giving her a last opportunity to talk. âAlright. That's how it isâ
You saw Sae-Byeokâs shoulders rose and fell since she sighed. âI can't. I'm sorryâ
And, just like that, she left.
She left every time you had a âdiscussionâ with her or wanted to talk about something serious. She still had those walls she built for her whole life. You knew it was difficult to break them, but she wasn't doing any effort either and that was hurting you.
You were starting to understand that you couldn't let yourself get hurt for the good of someone else. Sae-Byeok does have some actions that are meaningful to you, like when she buys something very random that reminds her about you, or any physical contact. But that didn't happen often.
You didn't deserve it. And the worst part is that Sae-Byeok knows. That's why she always runs, because she thinks you deserve more than her, but she canât let you go on the other hand.
You slowly close the door, like it would make Sae-Byeok come back, but you know she wasnât. This time, you didnât follow her.
Your steps to the dorm were lazy, automatic, like you were walking because you had to and not because you wanted to.
When you entered the room, you sat on the edge of your bed, yours and Sae-Byeokâs. You wished she was next to you so that things could be easier. Maybe if you tried to sleep youâd dream with her. You didnât know if it would be worse that way.
But you couldnât sleep. As soon as your body touched the bed, you let it all out. Tears fell like a cascade and you couldnât stop them. You were crying for all the times you didnât.
Now, Sae-Byeok leaving felt realest than ever.
Sae-Byeok still had her hands inside her pockets while walking. The streets were empty, only lit up with the streetlights.
Every time she needed to think, she went out to take a walk. That was the only time her mind could be alone. She started thinking about how bad she thought she was being with you, how cruel.
She loves you, she really does. But thatâs what scares her the most.
Because, what if you leave her one day, what would she do? If she kept on with this, there wonât be turning back. So, was it better to escape before something happened?
But at the same time, you were the best thing thatâs ever happened to her. You gave her calm between the storm that her mind was. You felt like home to her. Could she really leave you like that?
Fuck it, she needed to be with you. This couldnât be the last night you slept together, the last kiss she gave you, or the last touch. She couldnât even think about it. She needed to make it work somehow, at least, needed to try.
So she turned on her feet, walking to her home. To you.
You heard the keys, followed by the sound that made the door open. You didnât want to go, but your feet betrayed you. You followed the direction of the noise, and stopped on your feet when you saw Sae-Byeok standing in front of the door.
The door was already closed, so she didnât want to leave again, right?
But you decided to be brave and to think about yourself for once. You didnât even think about the words you were going to use. Your girlfriend noticed the redness of your eyes, which only made her feel worse.
âSae, I canât do this anymâŠâ
You were interrupted by Sae-Byeok. She took a deep breath and walked towards you, only to grab your face and suddenly kiss you.
The kiss felt desperate, full of the words she wanted to say but couldnât. You automatically responded to the kiss. Her touch was soft, even if her breathing was heavy and fast.
She tilted her head to the side, deepening the kiss while you hugged her by the neck. She separated from you and took a couple of seconds to look at you, really look at you. She thought of how she left you alone crying on the bed, how she made you want to end what you two had.
âIâm sorryâ She said it so low that you almost didnât understand her, but the tone of her voice expressed something truthful.
âSae, I really want this to work, butâŠâ
âI love youâ She shook a little bit her hands on your face and lowered her eyebrows, hoping you believed her.
That was the first time she said those words. How on earth could two words make you completely shocked? You knew she couldnât lie to you about this.
You didnât know what to say, so you pulled her closer again and crushed your lips to hers for the second time that night.
You felt how her touch got more secure, now that she knew you believed her.
She lowered her hands from your cheeks to the upper part of your legs, pushing you up and making you put your legs around her waist. You didnât separate from the kiss, not until she made you sit on the kitchen counter. You put one hand on her chest.
âSae-Byeok, here?â The use of her full name meant how surprised you were.
She smiled to the side, that damn smile that had always driven you crazy. She pushed your knees apart, making a space for her between your legs to put her lips on the side of your neck, leaving a trail of kisses and probably some marks youâd see when you wake up.
She noticed how you started sighing too much, so she grabbed the lower part of your shirt. âCan I?â She asked, since she wanted to know that you really wanted this after that discussion.
âPleaseâ You replied, and that sounded like the angels talking to her.
She lifted your shirt slowly, admiring every bit of your skin that was getting revealed. When she got rid of it completely she threw it to the floor, not caring about where it would land.
You werenât wearing a bra, so the cold got to your chest. It gave you chills. She looked at your eyes, again.
âYouâre beautifulâ And then she got closer to your nipples, licking around it and plating with the other with her hand. You didnât remember her touch to feel this good.
âGod, SaeâŠâ
Those words only made her go faster until she felt your nipples harden under her tongue. When you saw her separate from your chest, you took her chin and made her lift her head, only to kiss her again.
But this time, you grabbed her crop top and started lifting it up while savoring her mouth. She helped you take it off, showing her white sports bra.
You took a look at it that was longer than expected and she noticed it. She immediately started lowering your pants, exposing your underwear. That one she bought you on a special trip. It made her smile.
âYou really know how to turn me on, huh?â She whispered to your ear while touching your wetness above the underwear.
A little moan escaped your mouth, a signal for her to put your underwear to a side. When you felt her finger touch your folds, another moan came out, which made you lift your head more.
âPlease, Saeâ
âPlease, what?â You knew she liked to tease you like that.
âTouch meâ
Your wishes, her commands. She got rid of your underwear and lowered herself to her knees, pushing your thighs to the side. Even she couldnât wait any longer.
You felt her tongue drawing circles on your clit, and it made you arch your back. Your hand reached down to your stomach, where Sae-Byeok held it.
Because that's how Sae-Byeok was: caring, even during this situation. When she kept her movements on your sensitive spot, you pressed your hand harder to hers and put your free hand on the back of her head, which only made her go faster.
You swore you heard a noise coming from her mouth when you did that. She separated millimeters for you, only to give a kiss to your clit and slid a finger inside you, slow, teasing.
A moan got caught in your mouth. You tried to talk between breaths.
âMoreâ
That single word made Sae-Byeok smile, you felt it, like always. She did exactly what you asked for, put another finger inside your entrance.
She curled them just the exact angle that always made you get lost in your senses, and she knew it. She did it on purpose.
âOh, fuck, Sae-ByeokâŠâ Those words came out very breathy, since you almost couldn't talk.
Hearing you moan her name out loud made something click inside her head, so she came back again, drawing circles and pressing some kisses on the sides of your thighs.
You supported yourself by pressing on the edge of the counter with one hand, while the other one was still holding Sae-Byeokâs. Your body was starting to shake already, and she felt it.
âLet it outâ She drew circles on your hand, softly.
Listening to her whispering that in between your thighs was like a button that was being pressed for your body. You let out a shaky moan followed by your fluids, which were cleaned by Sae-Byeok in a second.
You looked at the ceiling, trying to catch your breath again and make it have a normal pace while your girlfriend was getting up from the ground.
She put a hand on the side of your face, caressing your cheek. âWas that good?â
You laughed. âHow can you even ask after doing this? Of course it wasâ
Sae-Byeok smiled and kissed your lips again, with her hand on your waist. Then, you felt her lift you up again.
She saw your surprised face. âDid you think we were already finished?â
You wanted to say something, but words didn't come out of your mouth. So you just smiled and kissed her for a long time while she was taking you to your shared bedroom.
As soon as her knees met the edge of the bed she let you fall on it, making sure you didn't get hurt and she crawled up on you, with her legs at the sides of your waist.
She got rid of both her pants and underwear in one fast movement. You looked like you were carefully studying her movements, trying to think about what she'd do next.
You were looking at every exact detail of her face and body: how her hair stuck to her sides, the way she unconsciously bit her lip when she was focused and the little moles on her shoulders.
She was the woman of your life.
And you were hers.
She separated more your legs and re-positioned herself, supporting herself with her knee on one side and putting a hand on yours on the other.
You already knew what she was going to do, and your accelerated breaths spoke for themselves.
Sae-Byeok lowered herself, meeting your spot with hers, moving her hip to the front and to the back, slowly at first. She started sighing while your moans filled the room.
âI swear you drive me crazyâ She said, while her movements became faster.
You were going to say something, but your moans interrupted you for the millionth time that night. You tried to put your arm on your mouth to silence yourself a little bit, but Sae-Byeok was faster.
She caught your arm and shook her head, never stopping her movements. âDon't. I want to hear youâ
And then, she lowered herself on your stomach to press her lips to yours in a tender and desperate kiss.
When she separated from you, she kept her forehead pressed to yours, making both her sounds and yours mix together.
At one point, you started moving too, which only caused Sae-Byeok to lose her mind more. You looked at her with a question that she perfectly knew about on your face. She nodded.
And with that, you came at the same exact time.
She fell on your side, hugging you by the waist and pressing a kiss to your left shoulder. âYou're the best thing I haveâ
The way you said it made you understand that it felt hard to speak like that for her, and you truly appreciated it after everything that had happened.
You smiled, truly smiled, and gave her a peck on the lips. âPromise to never leave my side again?â
âPromiseâ
a/n: HOWâS EVERYONE FEELING WITH THIS? tell me your opinion!
Y'ALL I'm giggling, kicking my feet, screaming and throwing up at the same time. My fic 'affection day' got 100 likes (idek if that's how you call it), so thank you so so so much! Glad to know that more people liked my random writing đ„°đ„°
after this I have to say that I'm going to publish another saebyeok fic soon that it's going to be a little different from what I do, so stay tuned đ
(if anyone wants me to tag them on the fic when I publish it tell me!)
