DARK / TOXIC SQUID GAME REACTIONS TO YOU TRYING TO LEAVE THEM
CONTAINS — namgyu x reader, thanos x reader, myungi x reader, inho x reader, sangwoo x reader, saebyeok x reader
WARNINGS — toxic relationship, domestic violence, baby trapping, manipulation, guilt trip, prepare yourself for namgyus that’s the worst probably, mentions of suicide (thanos)
masterlist
THANOS / PLAYER 230 / CHOI-SUBONG — manipulates you / would let you leave and crawl back to him
doesn’t take it well at all. he’s going to laugh and think you’re joking, but after realizing that you’re not, he’s quickly going to scream at you. telling you that you’ll never find anybody better than him.
“do you really think anybody else will want you? if you leave me you’ll never find anyone else. you’ll never find anybody better!”
he’ll start breaking shit. punching walls, shit, he’ll even break your own phone if it’s in arms reach. if you still insist on leaving he’ll say he’s gonna overdose. he tells you that he’ll kill himself if you step out that door while pressing a blade up to his arm. if all else fails, he’ll totally act like he didn’t just beg you to stay and scream at you to go then and not to come running back.
“fine bitch, go ahead and leave! but don’t come running back to me for nothin’.”
in reality, he’s definitely stalking your socials, making fake accounts you haven’t blocked him on, stalking your friends accounts to see other photos of you, visiting the club every night (not that he didn’t already do that) to try to see if you’d show up. after about a month or so of doing this and going out and fucking other girls to get over you, he can’t do it anymore. he’ll send you some fake heartfelt text that he probably used ai to make and call you while making himself sound like he was crying, trying to make you feel bad and convince you that he’s changed and that he can be a better boyfriend. if you fall for it, you’re doomed. the relationships only going to be a million times worse than before. instead of knocking glass over and breaking shit, he might slap you. in public, he might grip your wrist ten times tighter, scared you’ll run away. when he finally lets go, his fingers will be embedded in your skin. he might even guilt trip you into getting a matching tattoo with him. “if you really loved me and forgave me then you would.”
if you really don’t go back to him though, no matter how many times you block him, you’ll get a new video sent to your phone from some unknown number of him fucking a new girl. he sent you the videos in hopes of making you jealous or something. he’s not going to stop for a long time. if you don’t go back to him, he’s going to harass you for the rest of your life. and if you do go back? you’re in for a world of hell.
NAMGYU / PLAYER 124 — would threaten you, would actually harm you
“you’re one funny bitch. you know how much shit i got on you?”
he finds it admirable, honestly. but still, fucking hilarious, that you, you, think you can leave him. what? when did you grow some balls? yeah, no. you just hurt his ego and that’s about the stupidest thing you could ever do to him. he’s not very empty with his threats. if he says he’s leaving? he’ll leave. (for like a week…) if he says he’s gonna hit you? you’re gonna be bruised for a while. if he says he’s gonna kill you? well, you haven’t gotten to that point yet. but keep this up and you sure will.
he keeps every nude and threatens to release it. sure you’re his and all, but that doesn’t stop him. so what if some other guy sees your body? he could care less. now if another guy touches you? let’s not think about what would happen. threatens to send the pictures to your family and threatens to send every sex tape of you two that he filmed behind your back.
“what the fuck is wrong with you namgyu? when the fuck did you film that?”
don’t raise your voice at him. once he hits you and you fall to the ground, he’ll keep kicking at you with his foot over and over until he thinks you’ve had enough. don’t speak up to him, don’t speak against him, and don’t piss him off. just sit there and be pretty, okay? he’s going to be bolder now. next time you two have sex he’s just going to shove the camera in your face. he’s going to manipulate and force you to take nudes for him since you don’t want to anymore after he threatened to send them out. sometimes he’ll force you to strip and then he’ll just take the pictures himself. all in all, sometimes he might just say no and leave it at that. but if you keep pushing, he’s going to threaten you. and if you still keep pushing, he’s going to go through with those threats. you really are just some whore to him, don’t think he’s above killing you.
MYUNGI / PLAYER 333 / MG COIN ★— would let you leave and crawl back to him (except he’s the one who crawls back), babytrapping
“really? fine, if that’s what you want then leave.”
he acts like he doesn’t care because he thinks his annoyance will make you turn right back around to him. he acts like he doesn’t care because he’s trying to not get so bent out of shape about it and move on quickly. but when he hears your footsteps disappear and the door shut, he immediately balls up his fists. you seriously left? he didn’t expect that, but whatever. he doesn’t need you.
he tries to move on but after barely even a week, he can’t do it. he contacts you, but when you block him, he makes more and more numbers. he thought you’d be running back to him, not the opposite. he sends you pictures of you two together in hopes you’d change your mind, but when you just keep blocking him, he’s knocking on your door demanding you open it up. he tries being nice but when you don’t open it, he starts banging on the door. really? you’d been together for months and you’d already gotten over him? no. no no no. you don’t get to just move on! what the hells wrong with you? when you still don’t open the door, he leaves and goes back to his place and sits on his bed while he ponders his next move. he decides for now just to stalk your page and harass you from more and more numbers. he’s not going to stop until you at least respond. oh, you’re gonna get a restraining order? you’re funny. you think that’ll stop him? don’t go back to him. if for some reason you give in, the next time that you two have sex, he’s going to make sure that you can’t leave. he’s sure that you’ll look so pretty with your stomach swelled up.
INHO / YOUNGIL / PLAYER 001 — straight up says no / baby traps / makes you feel like you’re going crazy
straight up, no. you want to leave? no. he doesn’t even care for an explanation on why, you’re not leaving. completely ignores your words and changes the whole topic. everytime you try to say you’re leaving he just completely overrides you with something different.
“inho, i’m serious. i’m leaving you! i’m packing my shit right now and i’m not coming back, i swear to you.”
“what did you want for dinner again? i have to go back out to get some groceries so there’s not too much…”
maybe it’s on purpose, maybe it’s not. but it makes you feel like you’re losing your mind. then he will deliberately go out of his way to make it seem like you’re crazy.
“i’m leaving because of what you’ve been doing behind my back, inho. it’s fucked up and you’re insane.”
“baby, you could follow me around tomorrow. i’ve got no idea what you mean.”
and he says it all with that stupid small polite smile that he gives everyone. you just want to strangle him. if somehow he can get you in bed with him after you just got so pissed, he’ll be more passionate than ever. he’ll treat you nice, focus on your pleasure before his and then quickly when you’re blissed out, he’ll pull out of you, slip the condom off and slide right back in. you don’t notice at all, but he makes sure to tell you like the cocky fuck he is. but he does it while he’s thrusting and when you can tell he’s about to cum. poor you, it’s too late to stop him :(.
“i’m about to fuck a baby in you — agh, i — i took the condom off. gonna have a beautiful—fuck—fucking baby with you.”
how could you leave now? do you have enough money to take care of a child without him? and would you really deprive your child of their father? you’ll get an abortion? he’ll find a way to keep you locked up in your house. you’re still going to leave? he’s going to guilt trip you to the max. and if that still fails? once again, he’s just going to find a way to keep you locked up in your house. he’ll figure it out as you go on, but for now, have your happy little family with him.
KANG SAE-BYEOK — straight up says no
she’s not going to entertain you at all. she might not even say no, opting to just stay silent instead. if you get in her face about it because she’s ignoring you, she’s just going to push you away. if you keep nagging her about it, she’s going to slap you. if you decide not to drop it, she’ll drag you by your hair and lock you in a room. are you stupid? don’t start this shit first thing in the morning.
“saebyeok, this isn’t working. we should go our separate ways.”
“no. did you hit your head or something?”
you should just drop it and move on with your day. nothing you say is going to convince her and if you piss her off too much, like said before, she’s just going to lock you away until you stop sounding ‘crazy’. she’s very cold, but she’s generally pretty nice to you still though. she’s a good girlfriend to you, just a little possessive, but it’s never gotten out of control. you just didn’t think the relationship was working and that it just wasn’t the right time. all in all, if you don’t push to much, you won’t see the shitty side of her that she never shows you. however, if you keep pushing the idea, she’s going to give you a real reason to break up with her.
SANGWOO — would let you leave and crawl back to him
“you want to break up? fine.”
it leaves you shocked at the sound of him not caring. it was as simple as that. you want to break up? bye then bitch! it hurt. it almost made you want to change your mind and say never mind and just stay with him, and that’s exactly what he wanted. that’s exactly why he said it like that. but that didn’t work and you just walked out the door. that’s fine though, you’d come back to him, he knows it.
he makes sure to post old photos of you two on his Instagram. not ones with your face in it, duh, but he posts the photos that you took of him where you’re behind the camera or ones where your arm or your hand is slightly showing. he knows you still stalk his socials. he’s posting these knowing that it’s going to hurt your little heart and make you crawl right back. he leaves every photo of you two up on every platform, not deleting a single thing. for a little while, he even keeps his pfp the same. you two holding hands. whenever he posts something, he always makes sure to put something in the caption that he knows you love. you liked tulips? he’ll put a tulip emoji in the caption. you loved cats? he’ll put a cat emoji in his bio. all these subtle things where you won’t know he’s doing it on purpose, but it’ll be so much of a coincidence that you’ll think this is a sign to run back to him.
he’ll tell his friends to ask about him to you whenever they talk with you.
“how are you and sangwoo doing?”
“oh he talks about you all the time.”
he tells them to act like they don’t know that the two of you have broken up. he makes sure to get in your head and eventually? you’ll come running back. if for some reason you don’t, he might have to pull some strings. spread some rumors about you so that your friends want nothing to do with you and so all that you have to run to for comfort is him.
synopsis your girlfriend comes home from work feeling a bit more clingier than usual, resulting in clips of her going viral for being handsy on stream.
genre pure fluff | requested by anon. | masterlist
Kang Sae-byeok had a way of entering a room like a quiet storm, carrying an energy that was both calming and commanding. You didn't need to look up to know it was her. The familiar chime of your home security as the front door opened, the muffled shuffle of her sneakers against the hardwood floor, and the almost imperceptible sigh she let out as if shedding the brunt of her day off once she stepped into the apartment were enough to signal her return. It was late—her long shifts often stretched into the night—but even exhaustion couldn't dull the magnetic presence she brought with her.
You were mid-stream, headphones snug over your ears as the glow of your screen illuminated the darkened room. The chat was buzzing with activity, viewers throwing suggestions and jokes your way as you tried your hardest to focus on the decision-based games storyline.
Then from the corner of your eye, you caught a glimpse of her feet padding towards your streaming room until the door slowly creaked open. her head slowly peeking in to try and not disrupt you. A glimpse of dark hair, tired eyes, and the faintest smile that tugged at her lips as she peeked into the room, the smallest smile tugging at her lips as she gazed at your relaxed figure. She stood there for a moment, her fingers curling around the edge of the door frame as if debating whether to disturb you. But then, as always, her desire to be near you won out. Fighting against her hesitance, she stepped inside with the quiet grace you adored, her presence like a soothing balm.
“Hey,” she whispered, her voice as soft and understated as her footsteps.
You glanced at her, your heart doing a little flip at the sight of her. “Hold on, guys,” you said quickly, ignoring the flurry of comments in the chat as you muted your mic. The viewers could wait—Sae-byeok never could, The influx of comments going unnoticed by the both of you as you stared up at her adoringly.
etrnalsunshine omg is that sae-byeok?
saiki.png OH! so you weren't lying about having a girlfriend
tharealmiumiu WHO THAT IN THE BAAAAAACK? WHO THAT IN THE BACK, WHO THAT IN THE BACK, WHO THAT-
catdog1967 i know that ain't who i think it is…
"You look tired," you said gently, your voice barely above a whisper.
"I am," she replied, her tone understated but warm. "But I needed to see you."
Without another word, she dipped down and kissed you. It wasn't a rushed kiss, but slow and full of emotion, her lips brushing against yours as though she were savoring the moment. One of her hands left her pocket to cradle your cheek, her thumb grazing your skin in a feather-light touch that sent shivers down your spine. She broke away for a brief moment only to kiss you again, this time lingering longer, her lips warm and soft, molding perfectly against yours.
“How’s it going?” she murmured quietly, barely breaking away from your lips as her voice carried the weight of her rough work day but still dripping with affection.
“It’s going,” you whisper slightly dazed. “You?” you quietly add on, tilting your head in question.
She lazily shrugged her shoulders before she closed the gap between you once again, her lips brushing against yours in a kiss that was as gentle as it was grounding.
Her fingers lightly grazed your cheek, her thumb tracing an invisible pattern along your jawline as she kissed you again—this one lingering, her lips soft and warm against yours as if she were a starved woman, seeking out your touch.
“What game are you playing?” she asked between soft pecks, her voice tinged with curiosity and a faint rasp from a long day as she held your chin in place to continue her flurry of soft pecks.
“Just—something for…for the stream,” you mumbled, unable to focus with her so close. You didn’t want to pull away, and judging by the way her thumb continued to gently stroke your chin, neither did she.
Finally, she smiled softly, her fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. “I’m going to take a quick shower. Don’t miss me too much,” she teased, her words playful but her tone gentle. She pinched your cheek lightly before stepping away, her hand slipping from your face at the last moment as though reluctant to fully let go.
Her absence left a hollow ache in the air, but you pushed it aside. It was impossible to get your mind to focus entirely when the thought of her lingered in your mind-the softness of her lips, the warmth of her touch, the way her presence seemed to fill every corner of the apartment.
rilakkumagrl KISS, KISS, FALL IN LOVE ❤ (ɔˆз(ˆ⌣ˆc)
067.ksb WAIT OMGGG YALL ARE SO CUTE
xx.aerii.xx WHEN IS IT GONNA BE MY TURNNN (｡╯︵╰｡)
venus_sserena just called me single in 52 gestures and 38 languages
You turned back to your stream. Confusion etched on your face as the speed of the chat doubled seemingly out of nowhere, until the slow realization came to you that your camera was still on and your fans saw everything.
Your face instantly flushed, the feeling of warmth creeped up your neck slowly as you unmuted your mic. You cleared your throat softly before continuing on with game as if nothing happened, refusing to look at the chat as you typed away on your keyboard, adding in your own soft quips and lines of commentary but your voice was slightly weaker from before, still feeling the trace of Sae-Byeok on your lips.
It wasn’t long before she returned, interrupting your stream once again. This time, her hair was damp, framing her face in soft waves that clung to her cheeks. She wore an oversized sweater that hung loosely off one shoulder, paired with black shorts that revealed her long, toned legs. Her bare feet padded quietly across the floor as she approached, her movements unhurried, almost cat-like.
She leaned over the back of your chair, her arms draping around your shoulders as she rested her head lightly against yours. Her damp hair tickled your temple, and her scent—clean, earthy, and undeniably hers—enveloped you.
“Are you hungry?” she asked, her voice soft yet casual as she scrolled through a food delivery app on her phone. Her fingers moved with an absentminded grace, the light from the screen reflecting off her delicate features.
You muted your mic again, ignoring the flurry of comments in the chat. “Yeah, what are you in the mood for?” you asked, your tone playful.
She shrugged, a faint smile tugging at her lips as she scrolled. “Anything’s fine, as long as it’s with you,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. Her body remained pressed against yours, her warmth grounding you in a way nothing else could even after she put the order in for your food.
You glanced up at her, your lips twitching into a smile. “Why are you still here?” you teased, reaching up to gently touch her arm.
She blinked, her eyes widening slightly as though just realizing how long she’d been standing there. With a soft chuckle, she straightened up, the hand holding her phone brushing against your shoulder briefly. “Right. You’re streaming. Sorry,” she murmured, the faintest blush coloring her cheeks as she reluctantly stepped away.
saccharinesulli need more content of sae-byeok and y/n on my desk by monday, 10pm sharp. preferably with audio
isafromcali not she came back for seconds 😛
onyyxx I NEED A LIP READER, WHERE ARE ALL OF THE LIP READERSSS
kittyuuuuhh this is the most we’ve ever seen of sae-byeok AND IM NOT COMPLAINING
Glancing at the chat you said nothing again, hiding the smile that fought its way onto your face with one of your sweater paws as you switched over to a video to watch instead. “You guys are having way too much fun,” you quietly murmur.
Once the food arrived, Sae-byeok reappeared, balancing two plates of takeout in her hands. She hesitated in the doorway, shifting her weight from one foot to the other as her gaze darted between you and your computer screen.
“Can I stay here?” she asked softly, her voice laced with hesitation. You watched as she continued to nervously shift from one to the other, her hands clutching the plates as though it might anchor her.
Without caring to mute yourself to your audience again, you simply nodded and beckoned her over. “Of course.”
She exhaled quietly, relief evident in the way her shoulders relaxed. Sinking to the floor beside you out of camera view, she crosses her legs and rests her head against your dangling leg. Her free arm wrapped loosely around it, anchoring herself to you in a way that felt natural and familiar, while her other hand busied itself on feeding her.
“You sure you don’t want to sit on the couch?” you asked, glancing down at her. “You’d be more comfortable.”
She shook her head, her cheek brushing against your leg as she continued eating. “I’m fine here,” she replied, her voice muffled but content. Her chewing was gentle, the faint vibrations of her jaw against your leg making you giggle softly. She glanced up at you, her lips curving into a small, amused smile before she returned to her food.
Even as you resumed your stream, her presence grounded you. Occasionally, you felt her gaze on you, quiet and thoughtful, but she never said a word. She simply stayed there, her head resting against you as though she belonged there.
After finishing your meals together, she gently tapped your leg, signaling her intention to get up. She collected the plates with practiced ease, her fingers brushing yours briefly as she took yours. Just before turning to leave, she leaned down, her lips brushing softly against your temple in a fleeting, tender kiss. “I’ll take care of these,” she said softly, her voice like a melody, the warmth of her kiss lingering on your skin as she disappeared into the kitchen.
Her absence was brief, only a minute or so, before she reappeared in the doorway. She stood there for a moment, her silhouette framed by the soft glow of the hallway light, holding a small bowl of mochi ice cream in her hands. Her fingers curled delicately around the edge of the bowl as if she were cradling something fragile. “Do you want dessert?” she asked, her voice quiet and tinged with a tentative hopefulness that tugged at your heart.
You turned toward her, your smile widening at the sight. “Absolutely,” you said, nodding eagerly, the excitement in your voice making her lips twitch upward in the faintest of smiles. She stepped forward with her usual grace, placing the bowl gently into your hands, her fingertips grazing yours for a moment longer than necessary.
Instead of retreating, as you half-expected, Sae-byeok surprised you by lowering herself onto the floor beside your chair once again. She tucked her legs beneath her, her movements slow and deliberate, as she hooked her arm loosely around your dangling leg once again. Her body seemed to relax as she rested her head lightly against your knee, the familiar warmth of her touch grounded you in an instant.
She picked up her own share of mochi ice cream and began eating quietly, her gaze occasionally flitting toward you. Every now and then, you caught her watching you, her dark, expressive eyes filled with a quiet affection that made your heart tighten in your chest. The soft curve of her lips, the way her lashes cast shadows against her cheeks, and the tender way she lingered so close—it was as though she was trying to soak in every moment with you.
Sae-byeok wasn’t normally like this. She was always so cautious, so careful about avoiding the cameras and giving you space while you worked. She’d rarely even step foot in your streaming room, her natural shyness and private nature keeping her at a distance. But tonight felt different. Tonight, her usual restraint seemed to melt away, replaced by an uncharacteristic clinginess that was both endearing and heart-achingly sweet. Her need to be close to you outweighed her usual hesitations, and you couldn’t help but smile as the butterflies thrashed around in your stomach.
Once you finished your share of mochi ice cream, you absentmindedly rested your hand on your knee. Before you could even blink, Sae-byeok reached for it, her fingers wrapping gently around yours as she guided your hand to her head. The silky, yet damp strands of her hair slipped through your fingers as you began to massage her scalp, your movements soft and tender. She released a quiet, contented sigh, her entire body relaxing further into you. Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment, her long lashes brushing delicately against her cheeks, but then they opened again, gazing up at you with a vulnerable, unspoken longing that made your heart ache.
Her gaze immediately drew your attention back down to her, forgetting about the mic still being on as you leaned closer, your voice gentle and full of concern. “What’s wrong, baby?” you asked, your words as soft as a whisper meant only for her.
Sae-byeok hesitated, her lips parting slightly as if to speak, but instead, she buried her face into the fabric of your pants. Her breath was warm against your leg, and her hands fidgeted with the hem of your pant leg, her movements small, and nervous. Finally, she murmured, so quietly you almost didn’t hear her, “Can we cuddle?”
Your heart melted on the spot, a soft laugh escaping your lips. She was always so composed, so guarded, but moments like these—when she let her vulnerability peek through—left you utterly captivated. Before you could reassure her, she quickly added, her voice rushing out in a soft flurry, “You don’t have to end the stream. I just want you to sit on my lap.”
Your breath hitched at her shy but bold request, glancing over to your chat who unmistakably heard what she asked. Ignoring the flurry of messages coming in, you nodded immediately, unable to deny her anything. Sae-byeok stood with a fluid grace, her movements purposeful but quiet as she disappeared into the bedroom. Once she returned, she was holding a soft, familiar blanket in her hands. She motioned for you to stand, her fingers brushing lightly against your sides as she gently guided you out of your chair.
Once she was seated, she patted her lap, her lips curving into the faintest smile as she looked at you expectantly. Sae-byeok’s arms tightened around your waist, her body a grounding warmth beneath you as you settled into her lap. Her head rested against your shoulder, and her fingers absently traced small, soothing circles along your hip under the blanket. She nuzzled her face into the crook of your neck, her breath feather-light against your skin as she inhaled deeply, as though she was trying to commit your presence to memory.
The stream continued in the background, the faint sound of your chat bubbling with comments about the unexpected scene unfolding before them.
Despite her usual shyness around the camera, Sae-byeok seemed perfectly content, nestled close to you as if the world outside the two of you didn’t exist. You had almost forgotten about the viewers entirely until a particularly enthusiastic comment caught your attention.
yoondiaries she's hot omg
You laughed softly, unable to resist glancing at the chat. “They’re talking about you, baby,” you teased, turning your head slightly to meet Sae-byeok’s gaze.
Her reaction was immediate. Her cheeks flushed a delicate pink as her eyes widened in surprise. “They can see me?” she whispered, her voice hushed but filled with quiet panic.
You nodded your head gently, resting a reassuring hand over hers. “Yes, they can see you.”
Her blush deepened as she buried her face into the curve of your neck, her warm breath tickling your skin. “I shouldn’t have stayed,” she murmured, her voice muffled against you.
“You’re fine,” you gently reassured, your free hand coming up to stroke her hair. The silky strands slipped easily through your fingers as you murmured, “They’re just excited to see you. Don’t let them get to you.”
She huffed softly, the sound halfway between amusement and exasperation, and burrowed deeper into your neck to hide her embarrassment. Her arms squeeze you tighter, her grip firm yet gentle, and the warmth of her shy affection makes your heart ache in the best way.
“I’m never doing this again,” she mumbled, though the way her lips brushed against your skin betrayed her growing comfort.
“Sure you won’t,” you teased, pressing a light kiss to her temple. “But if you happen to change your mind, I’ll make sure the chat behaves next time.”
Sae-byeok sighed, a small laugh escaping her as her tension melted away. “Fine,” she relented, her voice softer now. “But only for you.”
As the comments continued to roll in, filled with adoration for Sae-Byeok’s sudden appearance, Her hold on you tightened slightly, her arms drawing you closer as if she feared you might slip away. “I love you,” she whispered, her voice so soft and reverent that it sent a shiver down your spine.
“I love you too,” you replied, your voice just as tender as you leaned back into her embrace. Her warmth enveloped you completely, and the world beyond the two of you faded into insignificance. The stream, the comments, the video—they all dissolved into the background. In that moment, it was just you and Sae-byeok, your hearts beating in perfect sync as you held each other in a cocoon of quiet, unspoken love.
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The next morning, you woke to the soft glow of sunlight streaming through the curtains and the faint sound of your phone buzzing incessantly on the nightstand. You groaned, shifting slightly, only to feel Sae-byeok’s arm tighten around your waist. Her face was pressed into your shoulder, her messy hair tickling your neck as she mumbled something incoherent and burrowed closer.
Your phone buzzed again—louder this time—and you reluctantly reached for it, careful not to disturb her too much. As you unlocked the screen, a flurry of notifications greeted you, more than usual: texts, tags, and countless mentions on social media. Your stomach twisted in curiosity as you opened one of the links, and your heart nearly stopped when you saw the title of the viral clip:
"@y/nstreamss and her girlfriend need to be protected at all costs 🥺”
“Oh no…” you muttered under your breath, scrolling through the endless comments and reposts. Clips of last night’s stream were everywhere—each one capturing Sae-byeok’s shy gestures, the way she clung to you, and her adorable attempt to hide her face from the chat. The internet was in love.
“Babe,” you whispered, turning to glance at Sae-byeok. She was still half-asleep, her breathing slow and steady, completely unaware of her newfound fame.
Deciding to let her rest a bit longer, you scrolled through the trending hashtags:
• #THEYRESOCUTE
• #Saebyeok
• #Y/NANDSAEBYEOK
The replies and tweets were even more dramatic than the hashtags:
oliviahyeee i don’t even know them, but i’d die for them.
sullisicecream the way they look at each other? GODD I LOVE WOMEN
y2katseye need a 12 episode reality show of them ASAP.
wonderofwinter wait, this is really fucking cute :((
One video in particular caught your attention. It had racked up millions of views overnight, featuring the exact moment Sae-byeok had buried her face into your neck after seeing the comments. Someone had edited the clip with soft music and sparkles, and the top comment read: “This is the purest thing I’ve ever seen. Protect her at all costs.”
You couldn’t help but laugh quietly, shaking your head. “They’re obsessed with you, Sae,” you murmured, glancing down at her sleeping form.
As if on cue, she stirred, her brows furrowing as she opened one eye groggily. “What time is it?” she mumbled, her voice raspy from sleep.
“10:15,” you replied softly, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. “Also, you went viral overnight.”
Her eyes opened fully at that, a look of confusion crossing her face. “What?”
You handed her your phone, showing her one of the clips. She blinked at it, still trying to wake up, but as the video played, her expression shifted from confusion to wide-eyed disbelief.
“Why… why are they all talking about me?” she asked, sitting up slightly.
“Because you’re cute,” you teased, grinning. “Apparently, the internet agrees.”
Her cheeks flushed a deep red as she handed the phone back to you after scrolling through a few comments. “This is your fault,” she muttered, burying her face in her hands.
“Mine? You’re the one who wanted to cuddle during the stream!”
She groaned, flopping back onto the bed and pulling the blanket over her head. “I didn’t think anyone would really notice or care…”
You laughed, tugging the blanket down just enough to reveal her eyes. “It’s not so bad. They all love you.”
Sae-byeok sighed, her lips twitching into a small, reluctant smile. “It’s still embarrassing.”
You leaned down, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Maybe, but you’re an internet sensation now.”
Sae-byeok groaned, burying her face in your shoulder. "You're impossible."
"And you love me for it," you quipped, pressing another playful kiss to her cheek this time.
She sighed dramatically but couldn't hide the quiet laugh that escaped her. "I do," she admitted, her voice soft as she tucked herself into your embrace.
Sae-byeok’s initial embarrassment began to fade, replaced by quiet amusement. And though she might never admit it, you could tell she secretly enjoyed the attention—especially when it came from being with you.
The two of you lifted yourselves up to sit cross-legged on your shared bed, your phone propped up between you as you scrolled through the never-ending flood of comments and clips. Sae-byeok rested her chin on your shoulder, her hair lightly brushing your cheek, trying to stay composed despite the way her ears were turning red.
“Look at this one,” you said, biting back a laugh as you pointed to a tweet:
hwrts4isa im not even mad the stream paused like 10 times. if my gf was THIS clingy and cute, i wouldn’t care about gaming either.
Sae-byeok groaned, burying her face into the crook of your neck. “Why do they keep calling me clingy?” she mumbled, though the way her arms wrapped tightly around your waist said she wasn’t exactly denying it.
“Because you are, babe,” you teased, turning to kiss the top of her head.
She lightly nudged you but didn’t let go, her eyes peeking out from behind her bangs. “Keep scrolling,” she said quietly, trying to sound unaffected, though her curiosity was clear.
You did as she asked, stopping on another comment, this one attached to a short clip of her kissing your cheek while the stream chat exploded in real time.
sugarina when she kissed her and then just stayed there like that??? EEEEEEEKK somebody find me a sae-byeok. o(≧▽≦)o
“See? You’re making people jealous of me now,” you teased, nudging her playfully.
Her lips twitched into a small smile despite herself. “Good. They should be,” she replied, her tone softer than her words.
Another clip caught your attention, showing the moment she hid her face in your neck after reading the comments live. The caption read:
pinkchae sae-byeok is the cutest fairy gumdrop princess kitten gummy bear ever. we need to protect her at all costs.
Sae-byeok let out a small huff, her face turning crimson as she pulled the blanket up to cover her head. “What the hell are t—Why are they calling me that?” she muttered, her voice muffled.
You burst out laughing, pulling the blanket down so you could see her flushed face. “Because you’re adorable, obviously,” you said, brushing a stray strand of hair from her cheek.
She pouted, crossing her arms but not moving away from you. “Your fans are exhausting,” she said, though the corners of her mouth betrayed a small smile.
You kept scrolling, landing on a particularly bold comment under another clip:
fleurgrl if i can’t have this kind of love, i don’t want it at all. also, when is the wedding and can i come?
At that, Sae-byeok let out a surprised laugh, her eyes widening. “Wedding?!” she exclaimed, her voice cracking slightly.
You smirked, leaning closer. “Well, what do you think? Should I put a ring on it?”
She shoved you gently, though her blush deepened. “Stop teasing,” she murmured, but the shy smile on her lips said she didn’t entirely mind.
As you continued reading through the comments together, Sae-byeok’s initial embarrassment began to fade. Though she still hid her face every now and then, she couldn’t help but laugh at the way people adored her.
“It’s not as bad as I thought it would be,” she finally admitted, resting her head on your shoulder. “But I’m still never showing up on stream again.”
You chuckled, wrapping your arms around her. “Sure, sure. Whatever you say… until you get clingy again.”
Her groan of protest was muffled against your shoulder, but the way she tightened her hold on you spoke louder than any words ever could.
warnings for nsfw : dom!saebyeok, sub!reader, tiny mention of knife play, degradation, strap
a/n : just thought i’d start off with some headcannons <3 if you have requests, feel free to message me <3
- Saebyeok probably wouldn’t be the first one to say “i love you”
- when she did say those three words, she would feel relieved. after all, she has been holding it in since she laid eyes on you
- and she doesn’t say it much, instead, she shows her love through different ways
- like remembering the smallest details — like how you take your coffee (or if you don’t like coffee), which side of the bed you prefer, or your favorite movies
- she has a habit of “borrowing” things of yours and never returning them
- she absolutely loves seeing you in her clothes
- the first time Saebyeok fell asleep on the couch with your head on her chest, it’s a bigger milestone than your first kiss
- Saebyeok struggles with accepting help or care when she’s sick. she’s used to acting like she’s fine. the first time she calls you because she has a fever is a huge moment of trust
- gives you a spare key for her apartment
- she’s not big on pet names, but i think from time to time she would call you, “darling,” “baby,” or “princess”
- always saying things like “i missed you,” “did you eat?” or “are you warm enough?”
- she expresses worry more through actions since she’s not the most comfortable with saying things. she’ll fix the bow on the back of your hair when you’re walking ahead of her
- when she’s upset, she goes quiet rather than angry
- Saebyeok’s love language is 100% quality time
- i think we can call come to an agreement that she’s not a fan of pda
- she will hold hands with you while walking though
- in private, she would like physical contact though. she’s always finding small ways to touch you
- loves to give you hugs — her arms wrapped around you as she holds you in her embrace, resting her chin on your head as she murmurs sweet words to you
- her favorite form of physical affection is playing with your hair while you lay on her chest as you two watch movies
- we can also all come to an agreement that this woman is PROTECTIVE !!
- is always near you out in public like a personal bodyguard
- carries her pocket knife everywhere
- while walking together, Saebyeok always positions herself on the street side of the sidewalk
- and what if i said she memorizes your schedule (without meaning to) just to know you’re safe ??
- the first time you meet Cheol, she’s more nervous than either of you
- Saebyeok doesn’t even realize that she leaves things at your apartment
- the first time she calls your apartment “home,” she doesn’t even notice—it feels natural
- she has a specific spot on the couch in your living room that becomes “her spot”
- Saebyeok is always the first to wake up. she’ll make coffee for herself and attempt to make toast but burns it. so once you wake up you’ll have to help her with cooking
- she keeps track of important dates, she never needs a reminder for your anniversary or your birthday
- she’s surprisingly good at domestic tasks. years of self-reliance made her practical
- she stress cleans when anxious. you can tell when something’s bothering her
- she loves late night talks. whether it be sharing goals in life or random thoughts, she’ll always enjoy it
- Saebyeok’s protective but not possessive, having learned the difference between love and control
- has trouble accepting gifts but puts incredible thought into giving them. no matter how many people she has to pickpocket, she will get you something she knows you’ve been wanting for a long time
- never makes promises she’s not absolutely certain she can keep
- she always keeps her promises
- Saebyeok keeps a journal of things that make you smile (she won’t ever admit it)
- is secretly good at video games but pretends to be bad so you can “teach” her
- loves sharing airpods with you when you two are on the subway or walking
- has a (secret) playlist of songs that remind her of you
nsfw ౨ৎ
- she’s a top / dom !!! anyone who says different is a liar
- okay and what if i said she’s lowkey into knife play ?? then what
- Saebyeok really focuses on making you feel good. gets satisfaction on seeing you cum
- she’s usually more on the rougher side, but if you want her to be gentle, she will be no questions asked
- “don’t get all shy now. it’s just me.” when you’re getting shy or nervous with her
- mix of praise and degradation !! “you’re so dirty for me.” “you look so pretty cumming on my fingers.”
- could eat you out for the rest of her life
- loves when you wear dresses or skirts cause it gives her the opportunity to slide her hand closer and closer to where you need her. and she knows. but she can’t resist teasing you
- loves fucking you with a strap just because ?? especially in front of a mirror
- sweetest aftercare, so so gentle with you. as if you’re made out of glass
CW: nsfw, female reader, afab reader, wlw, mention of alcohol, strap on use, soft dom saebyeok, outside of the games au, the sex is sober don’t worry, jealousy, bestie saebyeok yall know where this is going, reader goes through a breakup, reader’s ex gender left up to interpretation, oh no handholding the horror, friends to lovers, mutual pining, strap referred to as cock, kinda rushed, I got very embarrassed writing ts, smut was short I didn’t feel like writing much, uh oh girls kissing, very cliche, once again jung hoyeon pls don’t read this queen, my writing lowk cheeks here, not proofread.
A/N: I am OFFENDED that nobody requested me for the og fine shyt of squid game- literally my favorite until noeul came in. but like tbh I just was listening to right hand girl and I went “ain’t no way these damn lyrics are about fucking dancing bro” so I decided to write a fic where the reader gets strapped tf down because we all collectively thought this song was about that…now playing — right hand girl by twice. 🕯️
Liquid ice, condensed and falling from the hem of your umbrella’s pointed edges, dribbling down in puddles. Completely cold to the touch, with each reflection gleaming in the shower pooled at your feet and illuminated by the city lights blaring in bright red a stark reminder of the past crumbling into nothingness as it consumed you in the lingering bite of harsh words that clawed away at you like a storm in your dampened clothing.
The shivers racking your body, alongside the faint, bluish hue tinged over your lips were the least of your concern under the shroud of your umbrella opened up as you pondered every little event that pieced together like shattered glass. You could see your image dilated over each small shard unevenly scattered across the tiles of a floor, yet it was impossible to piece together accurately. Similarly to the cracks of what was left of the past relationship that was left to rot, kicked over in dust with the replays of your ex’s harsh words ingrained into your head on repeat.
You drew in a deep breath to take in the frozen air, moist below the hum of your nostrils as your foot impatiently tapped in the floods of water seeping below the soles of your shoes, rippling in a series of rings expanding outward beneath you. The glow of the nearby sign illuminated the side of your body leaned close to the bright screen, displaying a series of commercials that flashed by each car zooming past the stop’s wooden bench rooted into the sidewalk concrete.
Now wasn’t the time to lament your ex, or their words that lodged into your chest as you lost meaning to your life in that fated moment. The mellow vibration of their voice, sharp as a brandished knife cutting through the seams of your heart knit together tightly as they unwinded one by one, threads pulled apart to leave you utterly vulnerable and hopeless to grovel at their mercy. Until they had you right where they wanted, the scoff of their words shooting through you while you shook at the implications that you subconsciously knew would brand a hold onto you.
However, you hadn’t cried or pleaded like you wanted to, the words dying in your throat at the time when they came face to face with you. Your composure had cracked bit by bit, a snap of your emotions briefly spilling through as it trickled through in stinging tears. And despite all that, you managed to hold yourself up before them, chin lifted to meet their gaze rather than tear away in the wallows of shame, crumbled inside, yet accepting the torment head on outside, muscles tensed as their back grew smaller upon walking away.
“Ugh..where even is she..?” you mumbled, suppressing the slight quaver present in your voice within your frigid state as you glanced down at your phone squeezed in your hand.
You were beginning to feel the paralyzing numbness overtaking you from the cold, your fingertips slowly, but surely losing their distinct feel in the soaked state you were in as you awaited the promised ride from your best friend about 30 minutes ago. Honestly, you had no clue how you were even able to wait this long in the rain by a bus stop this late at night under the dangers lurking within the mask of the dark sky and paled moon flickering in and out of sight behind the fluffed clouds seemingly tracing about.
All while Sae-byeok had promised to pick you up and drive you elsewhere. Possibly to a club as you had hoped as a means of drowning away all your worries in the depths of alcohol trickling down your tongue in a pleasant burn you craved to swirl down your throat. Dizzying your mind into a blurred haze that could no longer distinguish the worries of your wretched self in your moment of despair you longed to wash down the drain, elevated in the elation that being drunk would preoccupy you with.
Needless to say, she had been nothing but supportive toward you ever since you had broken up the other day. A pillar of support that you rested your head upon, cheek pressed to the velvet of her jacket as your eyelids would flutter shut, all while remaining brimmed with unshed tears held back for ages. She would simply wrap an arm around you and listen intently as your sobs grew louder in volume, choking out sniffles and hiccups occasionally in the secluded sanctuary of her room while you lounged on the comfort of her bed.
Sae-byeok’s wordless embraces weren’t necessarily apathetic as they had seemed, or the minimal amount of comfort she’d offer as she held you close to her chest. No. They were exactly what you needed, rather than the false promises spewed out by others. Word after word of anything positive that they could fish from their knowledge, syllables that offer the comfort when the meaning behind them had truly came from the heart, yet theirs didn’t. It was simply something to make them feel better about themselves for checking up on you.
But she didn’t do that. Even in the quietude of her room being disrupted by an occasional breathy sob expelled from your lungs, her hold on your stayed firm, earnest as she soothed you in a heartfelt manner from the look in her eyes alone. Clouded over as her eyelids remained drooped low, inspecting your body language and ways that she could soothe you to quell the raging fury of emotions that crowded among one another, whispering out assurances as needed, yet never excessively. Earnest lulls rusted over in honey on the tip of her tongue, silence being perfectly viable in the atmosphere as the lack of words simply spoke volumes that need not to be spoken.
The deafening screech of tire rubber halting against the bumps of asphalt caught your attention almost instantly out of your frozen trance, blinks of bright, pale yellow lights flooding your vision from the front of the car blaring about before you. Ah, she was finally here. After what seemed like ages of standing in the rain, shivering from the loss of feeling spread throughout every inch of your body.
You reached toward the curved handle of the car door, thumbing over the button protruding from the side as you tugged it open. Ducking your head low beneath the ledge domed over your head in the new environment sucking you away from the chilly outdoors, still thudding lightly in faint patters of raindrops drumming along the winshield glass before you. Sae-byeok had already laid out a towel both on the car seat, and handed over a neatly folded heap of prickled cloth to you. Courtesy of your teeth chattering and drips of rainwater falling in droplets from the stray strands of hair clinging to your forehead, alongside your clothing adhered to your body.
Her fingers trailed down the leather of the car wheel she kept a hand gripped over, eyes alternating between the sight of both you and the bright road before her, gleaming in a bright light popping up along the blanket of midnight drawing close. Upon shutting the door at your side, towel furled over your soaked stature littered in the chill creeping down your spine, you glanced over at your best friend leaning back on the headrest accommodating the fluffs of her hair sticking out in the usual unkept, yet strangely orderly fashion. Pointer finger idly tapping on the wheel as the chisel of her jaw tilted up as if she was awaiting something.
“…are you gonna drive, or—?”
Sae-byeok clicked her tongue to the roof of her mouth impatiently, dragging the seemingly delicate flesh of her lip between her teeth as she tipped her head back to look over at you. You merely cocked an eyebrow, still clutching the towel wrapped around yourself, maintaining the intense eye contact she kept as she car rested on the bridge of a curb and bus stop. She mustered a reply not too long after, ignoring the series of other cars darting past, with the occasional flare of excessively loud music thrumming past their rolled down windows.
“Are you still hung up on them to the point where you’re just standing out in the rain like this?” she huffed, almost as if she was baffled by how much your ex was able to get into your head.
Truth be told, Sae-byeok had never thought very highly of your ex lover, her eyes narrowing in disdain at the sight alone of their arm snaked around the dip of your waist as her teeth silently ground together in her mouth. Her gut screamed at her that their presence was nothing short of a curse on your very being, a plague that sought to intertwine itself in your soul only to drain out the remains of your vulnerability slowly drifting into their hands.
She was sure it was just her perception of the other shadow that lingered beside you in the picture harboring foul intent towards you. Just her looking out for you as she was supposed to, as your best friend who only wanted the best for you, picking up the abhorrent blows they had inflicted upon you as Sae-byeok had observed from the perspective of an outsider zooming in on your relationship.
Though, deep down, tucked in the walled crevices of her chest, buried away for her to wallow in shame and refuse for you to even catch a mere glimpse of the feeling she hid within her. She wasn’t stupid, not even in the slightest to where she knew full well about herself, the lump in her throat building in the twinge of jealousy that bit at her, threatening her poise all while she simply longed to spit out how she felt toward you. You were right there beside her, so close for her to reach along the soft coat of your skin close to her palm, yet so far from her heart, that her nails refused to even graze upon your fingertips.
Simply put, she was jealous. Of them. She wanted you to be hers, not theirs.
And the moment they had dug their harsh words into you like a blade, twisting the knife with each waking moment that passed akin to the hands of a clock, Sae-byeok couldn’t help it. Her face had nearly crumpled up with nothing but unfiltered hatred slipping past her usual stoicism. Pelting at the thick layers with the unfathomable, strong emotions the woman had harbored towards you in a fury of need clawing its way out of her, all for several different purposes spewing out in an arrow of various directions.
The need to assure you and be there for you, alongside the need to grab your ex by the throat for the shit they pulled, thinking that they could get away with it. She saw straight through their facade, and she wanted to let them know thorough strained vocal cords that she’d do anything for you.
Your hypnotic daze only amplified as Sae-byeok started the car engine back up, foot lowering onto the gas pedal as she eyed the rain showered roads, glossy and drenched in its state. You absentmindedly rubbed the already soaked towel over your dampened hair sticking to your forehead, face flushed in a slight, rosy hue as the droplets lined over your continuously shaky body.
“Where to?” you inquired glancing over at your friend, who kept that same indifferent look plastered to her face.
“Where do you wanna go?”
“…the bar maybe?”
She cast a quick glance at you as her hand continued maneuvering the vehicle, fixing her attention back to the road with a hushed scoff.
“No way.”
“Why not?!”
“And let you get blackout drunk just because some moron broke your heart? Your ways of coping are questionable, (Name).”
“It was only the day before yesterday. I’m still grieving.” you retorted, hands folded in your lap over the smaller towel used to dry up your hair while still wrapped in the larger one for your body.
“Grieving over what? They weren’t good enough for you anyway.”
“Well who else is gonna put up with me? I will admit they were kind of a dick at times though.”
“…I’m sure there’s someone who will.”
“Sure there is, Sae.”
Sae-byeok had to bite her tongue at the bitter words that left her in resignation, keeping herself firm as she held down the pressure of those certain feelings that crept up like a curse. Clinging to her in an unfathomably irritating way no matter how hard she had attempted to kick them away. ‘Someone who will?’ Don’t be stupid. You’d know she was talking about herself if you weren’t so out of it and swept away in the trenches of heartbreak tearing down your rational thought.
Choking up the words that threatened to leave her, Sae-byeok breathed out a resigned sigh, tongue tracing her gums pensively as she pondered the safety of your proposition.
“Are you sure about going to a bar?”
You nodded profusely, eyes wide in elation at her approving to your request as you clutched the cloth around you.
“I swear I won’t drink myself to death.”
She managed a brief laugh, a smile quirking up at the corners of her lips.
“Alright then. But I won’t be drinking at all, mind you. I still need to drive us both home.”
—
It was so quiet you’d block out any violence if it ever came your way, circling you in a devilish hold that sank its fangs into you as an anchor to never let go. The only thing that kept your sanity in the blend of your vision blurring everything together was none other than Sae-byeok who had you propped up on the ridge of her bony shoulder, draped with the fabric of her clothing giving you a slightly more comfortable sharp edge to lay on. She grunted at the stench of your hot breath fanning against your cheek as she dragged you to the car, prying open the handle to shove your limp form inside the backseat.
The drive to her house was filled with the constant slurs of your strung out whines and pleas of incomprehensible words. Ranging from utterly ridiculous subjects, to heartfelt confessions that left you in your half dazed state, looped up in the flurry of emotions that assaulted your already throbbing skull. Your stomach accompanying the other various aches across your body as you could feel that deep pit weigh down on your belly, pressing inward against your guts and almost making you puke over the seats.
Even the fresh clothes you had dressed in prior to going out to the bar, dried and warm to save you from the hypothermic cold scraping at your skin in a crisp, painful caress had outdone its use now. For the alcohol had made your body unbearably hot from the inside out, throbbing in bright goosebumps and chills over your skin despite the blistering heat swallowing you whole as you writhed in the backseat.
“Sae..mmh—it hurts..”
“Are you stupid..? I told you not to drink so much. This is all on you.”
Sae-byeok had hoped. Absolutely so with all her heart even in the quaint nature of the selfish appeal to hear a single drunken confession about her come out of you. She knew that it was stupid to expect, unrealistically so in this scenario where you’d supposedly mutter out your undying love for her in the inebreiated vulnerability that had consumed you. In fact, she even felt like a child for fantasizing about such things in the confines of her mind. Yet her immeasurable disappointment only spiked to the washes of a scorching woe when she heard nothing but sentiments of you missing that god awful pile of rubbish.
Nothing about her except the occasional ‘thanks for being there for me.’ And ‘my best friend.’
That was fine, you didn’t need anybody but your right hand girl right now. She’d hear you out, be your pillar in the hardships that weighed you down. Even if you’d never felt the same.
—
Sae-byeok’s hands ran over the heat of your warmed body drowned in a cold sweat beneath the cloth of your shirt loosely hung over your torso, palm resting on the flat of your shoulder as her free hand raised the cold glass to your feverish lips. You were far too out of it, barely able to process what was going on as doubles of your surroundings clouded your sights in the frail onslaught, alongside your body seemingly becoming more heavy to slump up and around. The gentle, enveloping cradle of the thick, fluffed blankets were a soothing ease to the unending burn, despite the added heat.
You felt the icy rush of cold water seep down onto your tongue to soothe the scratchy sensation building in your throat from how much you drank. With your best friend disappearing in and out of sight from your vision flickering to darkness and back in the the obscured blindness of your lashes crowding your periphery as Sae-byeok had resumed to help you drink some water to ease the excessive alcohol guzzled down in your system.
“Sae..”
“Yes?”
You only drawled out breathless mumbles as you tossed and turned under the covers, nose burrowing into the plush of the pillows enveloping your head in the gentle hold cradling your head against the soft surface. Surely, you were evidently so not in the best mind to even comprehend what was happening around you, and shutting your eyes to get some much needed rest. A necessity for your jumbled brain cluttered up from hot drops of liquid courage.
“(Name), if you have nothing to say to me then go to sleep. You really need it.”
“You’re mean, Kang Sae-byeok..”
Despite your snappy words and nerve wracking use of her full government name, you’d have to drink yourself to death to admit what you had genuinely felt. You did in fact have something to say to her, but you couldn’t bring yourself to utter those words that died on your tongue, alongside the dying beat of your heart pulsating in your eardrums. Even in the drunken craze that you’d thrown yourself into, you’d never admit it…hell, you were holding yourself back with the remaining willpower you had tightly gripped onto just for the sake of not screaming out that you were madly in love with her.
Not even as you thanked whatever had put you fast to sleep, so that you no longer had to deal with the amplified feelings for her that kept chewing away at you.
—
A jolt of sharp pain had shot through your head in its series of skull splitting sensations, all while being left disoriented within the dim rays of initial sunlight peeking past the curtains in tiny slivers. Pale and young, awoken to the twitch of Sae-byeok curled up beside you like a hallucination in her own bed where you lay. Brushing over you in a prominent hold that kept you close against her tightly, pressed to the point of her nostrils being able to take in the scent of your perfume—albeit the tinge of alcohol that accompanied it.
You didn’t even want to believe it. Sure, you had slept beside her countless times. So much so that many had asked some rather questionable things whenever your nose was tucked away in the fluffed strands of her hair, closing your eyes as your cheek slowly dropped down to the side on top of her head. The embrace akin to that of silk caressing your face tenderly.
You were supposed to still be hung up on your ex…so how come you were so fixated on her? Your gaze drank in every detail of her, encapsulating her in an art form sprawled out on a canvas as she lay on her side next to you in her pajamas. Nothing but some shorts and a tank top that snugly covered her in her sleep. Slow, deliberate traces of your fingertips, drawing idle lines over the clothed skin of her chest was all you could manage to do in the silent torture of your feelings trying to break their way out, butting at the cage of your lips like some rabid animal trying to break free of its confines.
Simple. You’d never stopped loving her. It had been forever since that small crush bloomed into the bright petals of your adoration twirled on the ridges of a rose. Thorns prominent, yet willing to let you pick them if you could handle the rush of blood when they broke the skin of your palm. The uproar of those feelings had only eased a little when you dated them, but realistically, you weren’t fooling anyone. They hadn’t disappeared, but instead been buried to never appear. Suppressed in your heart as you held them down tight to no avail.
The thrill was still something you had craved, reaching for you helplessly while you continued to trace over Sae-byeok’s chest. Not too long after being met with her eyelids slowly rising open, adjusting to the light pouring in and clouded with her seemingly unfeeling appearance in the dark pools of brown swirling in her eyes.
“(Name)…?”
Your hands nearly flew back at her voice punching out your train of thought, shoving them back in your lap situated below the shared blanket over you two.
“Yeah—?”
“What were you just doing?”
Sae-byeok tightened her fingers into her scalp, fingers tangling in the ruffled locks of her dark hair intertwined into itself in thick bundles draped over her head as if fell down the reddened tint of her lips peeking past the curtains of her hair. Had she always been this alluring to the eye? Or perhaps your drinks were just making you think of a couple unspeakable things that ran amok in your head. That certainly had to be it, you normally wouldn’t fixate on every little feature that outlined her face, from the lowered lids of her eyes down to her defined cheekbones sharpened in an almost perfect fashion.
“Nothing.”
“Bullshit.”
A single word could be used to say all that was needed between you two, a greed for one another that was difficult to grasp, yet easy to pick up on. And surely the fresh sobriety you had awoken in under shared covers with Sae-byeok would urge your body to lean closer to hers. Craned over as your gaze flitted down to the plump flesh of her lips, the sight of it absolutely delectable to your eyes within the covetous to seize that rapture you had craved from her.
And oh, she noticed. Brows knit together as she squinted at your lingering glance, seemingly scrutinizing, yet internally running wild to palm at your cheeks and yank you forward. You couldn’t even pinpoint what you were waiting for, it was clear between you both, instinct ushering you to bite off her lips like some feral creature rather than a civilized human being while you subconsciously inched closer. To the point where the tip of your nose brushed against hers, and you could hear the heaving, warm breaths expelled from her as they fanned over your bottom lip.
You felt suffocated by the heavy air tensed between you two, a proximity so close yet devoid of any advances that both of you had hoped to pursue. Clouded by nothing but the drawn out, deep breaths that brushed over one another’s skin in an indirect kiss that caressed the opposing temperatures of your skin. Yours hot, and Sae-byeok’s cold. Though, you muffled any pleas that you were about retort with upon feeling her lips smash against yours. The kiss was sloppy and uncoordinated, far from ideal as you melted into the way you languidly pursed your lips around hers—but everything you could ever ask for as you allowed your hands to rest on her shoulders, tilting your head to the side to feel the euphoria of the two of you molding into one another the longer you stilled in the heated, sudden kiss.
—
“No, no..don’t move your hips too much. Don’t move at all, I’ll take care of you.”
Sae-byeok grazed her slender fingertips over your sweat coated abdomen, instinctively twitching upwards to meet the yearning need that pooled at your heat as her hips buried at the hilt between your thighs. She eyed you with a carnal need each time her waist rocked forward to elicit a few whimpers and moans from your lips, savoring you like a delicacy that she only had the chance to delve into in centuries as she swallowed up your noises in a starved kiss.
Never did you think you’d be under your best friend, sprawled out in a silent plea for more and stretched out on the thick silicone of her cock prying your walls apart. Veins dragging along the velvet clenching around her in globs of slick dribbling down the strap as your head fell back against the pillow, desperately clutching the sheets beneath you in sharp gasps at the leisurely pace Sae-byeok had occasionally set, before snapping to something a bit quicker controlled over the pace of her hips.
Her movements proved to be a harsh contrast to her heartfelt sentiments harbored towards you, pressing soft kisses down your jaw in the burning atmosphere tinged with ardor in your passionate embrace as her hips collided with yours. Letting you know how much she loved you, chased the burning need to remind you of the strings that sewed you two together into a tight, cathartic knot whenever you let out a sound higher than the last as the head nudged in that spongy spot within you.
This time, your closeness wasn’t a product of said friendship that dangled by a thread, threatening to snap into cupid’s pit to draw you two together. No. The shared experience of each others’ pleasure crowning the two of you in the throes of bliss, hitching up the rhythmic movements within you at a controlled, yet ferocious pace that hit all the right spots beide you, was instead a fervent desire to love you as hers. Such hidden feelings all spilling out at once in physical desire that connected you to Sae-byeok in a hypnotizing way.
Upon feeling the coil of your orgasm snap, decorating the strap as Sae-byeok ground her clit against yours through the harness, you weakly drawled out her name in quiet murmurs slipping out of your euphoric haze. Vanishing in and out of sight at the woman heaving above you, drenched in sweat as her back curved over you in a dome that guarded you from any harm. Dusted in a gentle pink hue over her chest as she could collapse at any moment. You let out a breathless laugh, inquiring something that troubled you in silence, but in a way that didn’t ruin the moment.
“…did we do this as just friends or—?”
“No? We’re dating..why would I fuck someone I wasn’t in love with..?”
Her brusque reply had caught you off guard, yet you couldn’t remain in confusion for long as she toppled on your chest with a small ‘oof,’ burying herself up into the warm skin that comforted her in the gentle embrace. To which you had followed suit, adoring the sight of your best friend—wait no, your girlfriend laying on top of you like this.
Well, it all turned in your favor in the end. So all you could and wanted to do, was savor this moment in all its beauty.
A/N: wow…this was sucky. And I thought I did good on this. I have a throbbing headache bro I’m gonna EXPLODE
Did yk banana milk tastes really good I tried sum and I think im addicted I bought like 5 packs
the majority of the squid game women are THEEEE living personifications of the phrase, “she looks like a chase atlantic song”. dark, sexy, androgynous, and enigmatic. effortlessly alluring, as if they just walked straight out of a neon-lit fever dream rife with sin, whispered secrets, and the lingering pulse of a slow, hypnotic bassline.
synopsis: You’ve been falling for Saebyeok, Noeul, and Semi for a while now, each of them in a different, dangerous way. One drunken night, a game of truth or dare turns filthy and suddenly the four of you are no longer pretending to be “just friends…”
You met them all at the first LGBT club mixer of the semester, cramped into a common room with cheap wine and too many name tags. Semi was the loudest, already half drunk and dragging people she’d just met into a circle for a game of “never have I ever.” The game turned filthy in under ten minutes. Saebyeok had stayed in the corner, nursing a single drink, watching everything like she was cataloguing weaknesses. Noeul sat beside her quietly, expression blank except for the tiny crease between her brows whenever someone said something stupid. You’d ended up between them on the ratty couch somehow, and when Semi flirted with you shamelessly across the circle, Saebyeok had just raised one eyebrow while Noeul glanced at you once, slowly assessing before looking away again.
That was weeks ago. Now? The four of you were inseparable in that effortless uni way: group chats at 3am, shared notes in the library, late night walks back from lectures where the conversation never quite died. But underneath the friendship was this constant low hum of something more. You felt it with each of them differently, and it was driving you insane.
Semi made your stomach flip with her cocky grins and the way she’d brush your hair behind your ear “by accident.” Saebyeok’s quiet intensity left you breathless, the way she’d catch your eye across the room and hold it until you looked away first. Noeul was harder to read, but her calm, broody silences felt like a secret language; sometimes she’d rest her hand on your lower back when you walked through crowds, thumb stroking once, tender and gone so fast you wondered if you imagined it.
You wanted all three. But not in some greedy, one sided way, you wanted the way they looked at each other too. The soft glances between Saebyeok and Noeul when they thought no one noticed. The way Semi would lean into Saebyeok’s space just to watch her flush. You wanted the tangle of it, the mess, the possibility that this group of four could become something electric and terrifying.
Tonight was supposed to be simple: clubbing, drinking, dancing. But the spark you’d all been ignoring was already catching.
The air in your dorm room smelled like vanilla body spray and the sharp bite of Semi’s cheap vodka. Bass-heavy music played low from your laptop on the desk, filling the cramped space as you all got ready.
You stood in front of your tiny mirror, tugging at the hem of your short black skirt and wondering, not for the first time tonight. if you’d overdone it. Or underdone it. The top you’d chosen dipped low enough to show the curve of your cleavage when you moved just right, and the thought of all three of them seeing you like this sent a quiet thrill through your stomach.
Noeul sat cross legged on the edge of your bed, right in front of the full length mirror you’d propped against the wall. She was already in her outfit for the night - a simple black button up that hung loose, paired with dark jeans that sat low on her hips. Her expression was blank, almost distant, as she carefully applied her eyeliner. No smile. No chatter. Just that calm, focused stillness she carried like armor. Her lips were slightly parted in concentration, the sharp line of her jaw catching your eye every time she tilted her head. She looked untouchable, broody in the way that made your chest ache, like she was thinking about something far away… or maybe about the three of you in this room.
You couldn’t stop stealing glances at her. There was something about the way she moved so deliberately, so unhurried, that made heat pool low in your belly. You wondered what it would feel like if she looked at you with that same focus, but softer. Tender, the way you sometimes caught her being when she thought no one was watching.
Semi was already tipsy, swaying gently in front of your dresser like the music had crawled into her bones. She wore nothing but a black lace bralette that hugged her chest perfectly and low rise jeans that showed a teasing strip of skin whenever she moved. Silver rings glittered on her fingers as she held up two options, one thick band, the other delicate with a tiny star charm.
“Okay, babes.” She drawled, voice already loose and playful from the pre drinks she’d started slamming the second she walked in. “Serious question. Which one makes my fingers look more fuckable?”
She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, first at you, then at Noeul, lips curving into that signature cocky smirk that always made your pulse stutter.
Noeul didn’t even blink at the crude phrasing. She glanced over slowly, eyes dragging across Semi’s hands with that calm, assessing look. Her voice came out low and even, almost lazy.
“The star one. Looks better when you’re holding onto something.” The pause after “something” was tiny but deliberate. Semi’s smirk widened, a spark of heat flashing in her eyes as she met Noeul’s gaze in the mirror.
You laughed softly, cheeks warming. “Yeah, the star. It suits you.”
Semi slipped the star ring on, flexing her fingers dramatically and blowing you both a kiss.
“Good choice. Hopefully I get to test it out later.” She shot you a wink, then turned back to the mirror, adjusting the bralette so it sat just right. The casual confidence in the way she touched her own body, like she knew exactly how good she looked and wanted you both to notice, made your throat dry.
From the bathroom came the sound of rustling fabric and a quiet, frustrated huff. Saebyeok had disappeared in there the moment she arrived, door shut firmly behind her. “I’m changing in here.” She’d announced flatly, like the idea of stripping down in front of the three of you was completely off the table. You could picture her - that sharp jaw clenched in mild embarrassment, dark hair falling into her eyes as she tugged on clothes. It was so her: guarded on the surface, but the kind of guarded that made you want to peel back the layers slowly, carefully, until she let you see the heat underneath.
The door finally cracked open and Saebyeok stepped out, dressed in a tight black tank that clung to her frame and ripped jeans that made her legs look endless. She avoided eye contact at first, running a hand through her hair like she was trying to shake off the awkwardness. When her gaze finally landed on the rest of you - Semi half dressed and grinning, Noeul still calmly finishing her makeup, you fidgeting with your skirt - something flickered across her face. Not quite a smile, but close. A quiet awareness.
Semi immediately zeroed in on her.
“There she is. Looking like sin, as usual.” She held up another ring. “Quick, Saebyeok, does this one make my hands look better for choking, or…?”
Saebyeok rolled her eyes, but the corner of her mouth twitched. “You’re already drunk.”
“Tipsy.” Semi corrected, stepping closer and slinging an arm around Saebyeok’s shoulders. “There’s a difference, babe.”
Noeul set her eyeliner down and finally turned fully toward the group. Her expression was still mostly blank, but her eyes had softened just a fraction as she looked at the three of you. She reached out without a word and adjusted the strap of Saebyeok’s tank, fingers lingering for half a second against her collarbone; a small, tender gesture that made Saebyeok’s breath hitch almost imperceptibly.
You watched the moment stretch, heart beating a little too fast. This was what got you every time, not just the way they looked at you, but the way they orbited each other. Semi’s loud, shameless flirting. Saebyeok’s quiet intensity. Noeul’s calm, steady presence that somehow grounded the chaos and made everything feel heavier and more charged. You felt the spark with each of them individually. It was the flip in your stomach when Semi teased you, the breathless pull when Saebyeok held your gaze too long, the quiet ache when Noeul’s hand brushed yours without explanation.
Semi poured another round of vodka into plastic cups, raising hers with a grin. “To tonight. And to whatever the fuck happens after.”
Noeul took her cup without comment, but her eyes met yours for a long second, calm and unreadable, yet somehow promising. Saebyeok clinked her cup against yours last, fingers brushing yours deliberately.
You downed the shot, the burn spreading through your chest, and wondered how long the four of you could keep pretending this was just a normal Friday night out.
The club hit you like a wave the moment you stepped inside: heavy bass vibrating through the floor, neon lights slicing across sweaty bodies in pink, blue, and purple, the sticky-sweet smell of spilled drinks and cologne hanging thick in the air. It was loud and chaotic, perfect for drowning out the nervous flutter in your chest.
You’d all pre gamed hard enough that the edges of everything felt softer already. Semi led the way through the crowd with an effortless swagger, her star-ringed hand occasionally brushing yours or Saebyeok’s as she pulled the group toward the bar. Saebyeok stayed close on your other side, quiet but present, shoulder bumping yours whenever someone pushed past. Noeul brought up the rear, calm and watchful, one hand resting lightly on the small of your back for a moment to guide you through a tight spot, the touch gone almost as soon as it registered, but warm enough to linger.
At the bar, Semi ordered a round of shots without even asking. Four tiny glasses slammed down in unison. The burn slid down your throat, spreading heat through your chest and loosening the knot of anticipation that had been building since they arrived at your dorm.
Semi tipped hers back too fast, and a thin trail of liquor escaped, running down her chin and catching the neon glow. Before anyone could react, Noeul reached out and swiped her thumb across Semi’s skin. Then, without blinking or breaking eye contact, Noeul brought her thumb to her own mouth and sucked the drop clean. The gesture was simple, almost casual. But the way Semi’s breath hitched, the way her lips parted just slightly, made the air between them crackle. You felt it low in your stomach. Saebyeok watched too, dark eyes narrowing with something unreadable but definitely interested.
“Fuck.” Semi muttered, voice already husky. “Warn a girl next time.”
Noeul just gave the tiniest shrug, expression blank except for the faint softening in the corners of her eyes. Tender, hidden under the calm.
The drinks kept coming. Laughter flowed easier. You ended up squeezed into a sticky booth together, thighs pressed against each other under the table. Semi’s foot hooked loosely around your ankle while her arm draped behind Saebyeok on the back of the seat. Noeul’s hand rested on your thigh, not moving, just a steady, warm weight that made your skin tingle every time she shifted. Across the table, Saebyeok’s gaze kept drifting between all three of you, intense enough to feel like it could burn holes through clothes.
When the need to pee hit both you and Saebyeok at the same time, the line for the bathroom stretched halfway across the club. You watched as groups of drunken girls took turns squeezing themselves into the two cramped stalls, giggling and pushing one another as they filled the tight space.
When your turn came, you grabbed Saebyeok’s wrist. “Come on.”
Saebyeok tried to object, voice low and protesting even as you tugged her along. “There’s only one stall” But you were already pulling her inside and locking the flimsy door behind you.
The space was ridiculously tiny. Your back pressed against the wall as you both fumbled with zippers and belts, the bass from the club muffled but still thumping through the walls.
Your skirt zipper jammed halfway down, and you cursed under your breath, tugging uselessly. Saebyeok exhaled sharply, stepping in close, so close her breath ghosted hot against the side of your neck.
“Hold still.” Her fingers worked the stubborn metal with surprising gentleness, knuckles brushing the bare skin of your hipbone as she freed it. Neither of you spoke. The only sounds were your slightly ragged breathing and the distant pulse of music. When the zipper finally gave, her hand lingered for half a second longer than necessary, palm warm against your waist. You shivered. Saebyeok pulled back, jaw tight, but her eyes had darkened.
“Thanks.” You whispered. She just nodded once, the corner of her mouth twitching like she was fighting a smile.
Back on the main floor, Semi found you almost immediately. The song had shifted into something slower… filthier. She caught your hand with a grin and pulled you onto the dance floor, body pressing close to yours as the beat wrapped around you. Her hands settled on your hips, guiding you into a playful grind. Her thigh slipped between yours, the friction sending sparks up your spine.
“Your hips don’t lie,” she murmured against your ear, voice teasing but warm. You giggled, hands tightening on her shoulders, but you couldn’t deny the way your body responded. Across the floor you caught glimpses of Saebyeok and Noeul watching; not jealous, but clearly… hungry, in their own quiet ways.
Later, Saebyeok slipped outside for a cigarette. Noeul followed without a word, the two of them disappearing into the cool night air of the smoking area. Ten minutes later, when the song ended, you and Semi went to join them.
They were standing way too close.
Noeul’s back rested against the brick wall, cigarette forgotten between her fingers. Saebyeok had one hand braced beside Noeul’s head, their faces tilted toward each other in the hazy glow of the streetlight and drifting smoke. The space between them was almost nonexistent. It looked like they were sharing secrets, or maybe something heavier. You caught the way Noeul’s free hand brushed Saebyeok’s wrist once, slow and tender, before dropping away. The quiet intensity between them felt private, electric.
When you and Semi approached, they pulled apart smoothly. Not guiltily, just naturally, like they’d been expecting you. Saebyeok took a slow drag from her own cigarette, exhaling toward the sky. Noeul’s expression remained calm, but her eyes lingered on Saebyeok a moment longer before shifting to you and Semi with that subtle softening.
“Miss us?” Semi teased, sliding an arm around your waist and leaning into Saebyeok’s space just enough to make her roll her eyes.
The rest of the night blurred into more charged moments that kept the tension simmering.
During a slower, sensual track the four of you drifted into a loose circle on the dance floor. Semi spun you gently into Saebyeok, who caught you with a quiet “Careful,” her hands lingering at your waist, thumbs brushing the bare skin where your top rode up. Noeul stepped in behind Semi, resting her chin lightly on Semi’s shoulder and murmuring something too low to hear. Whatever it was, it made Semi’s eyes flutter half-shut for a second, her usual cockiness cracking into something softer.
Back in the booth later, the conversation turned low and teasing. Semi dared Saebyeok to finish her drink without breaking eye contact with Noeul. Saebyeok did it, stone-faced as ever, but the air grew thicker. Noeul’s fingers traced idle patterns on the table near Semi’s hand. You felt every glance, every accidental and not-so-accidental brush of skin like a live wire.
By the time last call rolled around, your skin felt too tight, every laugh and touch carrying heavier weight now. The spark you’d felt since meeting them had grown into something undeniable, not just between you and each of them, but weaving through all four like invisible threads pulling tighter with every passing hour.
Back in your room, the energy had shifted. Noeul was looser now, alcohol softening her edges. She flopped onto your bed and suggested in low a voice, “Game?”
Semi immediately shouted, “STRIP POKER!”
You patted her shoulder, laughing. “Slow down there, cowboy.”
Saebyeok, sitting cross-legged on the floor, shrugged. “Truth or dare. That’s my limit.”
So you all ended up in a circle on your bedroom floor, empty cups scattered around you like evidence. No one suggested rules at first, until Semi grabbed an empty beer bottle from the side and spun it once in the middle of the circle with a wicked grin.
“Bottle decides who asks.” She announced. “Whoever it lands on gets to pick truth or dare.”
The game officially began.
Saebyeok went first. She spun the bottle with a flick of her wrist. It slowed, wobbled, and landed squarely on Noeul.
Noeul’s expression stayed blank, calm as ever. “Truth.”
Saebyeok didn’t hesitate, voice low and even. “When did you lose your virginity?”
Noeul tilted her head slightly, thinking. Her answer came out steady, almost detached on the surface, but with that quiet tenderness underneath. “Eighteen. With someone I’d known for months and trusted. She talked me through everything.“
The honesty settled heavy in the room. You swallowed, imagining it.
It was Noeul’s turn now. She spun from her spot, and the bottle pointed at Semi.
Semi leaned forward with a cocky grin. “Truth.”
Noeul’s voice remained low and calm. “Biggest kink?”
Semi’s grin widened, eyes sparkling with heat. “Oh I love being in control. Teasing her until she’s begging, then choking her just enough while I tell her what a good girl she is for me.”
The words hung in the air. You felt heat bloom between your legs. Saebyeok’s eyes darkened noticeably.
Semi spun next. The bottle landed on Saebyeok, who picked truth without looking up.
Semi bit her lip, already grinning with half-lidded eyes. “How often do you masturbate?”
Saebyeok went completely still for a second, stunned. Her cheeks flushed faintly. She answered quietly, almost under her breath. “Most nights… sometimes more than once if I can’t sleep.”
Semi’s grin turned sharper, tongue darting out to wet her lips as she stared at Saebyeok with obvious hunger. The tension crackled.
Saebyeok spun again. The bottle slowed and landed on you.
You felt three pairs of eyes on you instantly.
“Dare…” You said, voice steadier than you felt.
There was a brief, heavy silence as the first dare of the night sank in. Saebyeok stared at you, stone-faced and thinking hard. Her dark eyes dragged slowly over your face, then lower. Finally she spoke, completely flat. “Take your top off.”
Your heart slammed against your ribs. You hesitated only a second before pulling your top over your head, leaving you in just your bra. When the cool air hit your skin, you first heard Semi audibly exhale, shaky and rough. Noeul licked her lips once, while Saebyeok kept staring straight into your eyes, intense and unblinking. After a long moment she raised one eyebrow in quiet defeat, lifted her beer, and took a long swig.
Your turn. You spun, and the bottle landed on Noeul.
Noeul hesitated, fingers tightening slightly on her jeans, then said quietly, “Dare.”
You swallowed. “Sit in Semi’s lap for the next three turns.”
Noeul moved without protest, crawling over and settling gracefully across Semi’s thighs. Semi’s arm instinctively came around her waist, but she kept it loose and respectful for now. Noeul’s posture stayed calm, though you noticed the faint pink at the tips of her ears.
Noeul spun from Semi’s lap. The bottle pointed back at Semi.
Semi looked up at Noeul with a cocky, expectant smirk. She didn’t even wait for the question, voice coming in a quiet rasp. “Dare.”
Noeul turned to look back at her, then nervously pulled the collar of her own shirt aside, exposing the smooth skin of her neck and shoulder. Her voice was soft. “Give me a hickey.”
Semi’s eyes darkened. She leaned in sllowly, pressing open mouthed kisses along Noeul’s neck before sucking hard enough to leave a mark. Noeul squirmed in her lap, eyes fluttering shut, a tiny shaky breath escaping her. You had to press your thighs together tightly, watching Semi’s mouth work on Noeul’s skin, the way Noeul’s calm facade cracked just enough to show how much she felt it.
Semi spun next. The bottle landed on you. You picked truth.
Noeul let out a soft “Awww boo” from Semi’s lap, pouting playfully. Semi huffed a small laugh into Noeul’s shoulder, nuzzling there for a second.
Semi asked the question, voice low. “What’s your biggest fantasy?”
The room went quiet. You took a breath and admitted quietly, “I think… I want to have an orgy… someday.”
Noeul giggled, the sound low and seductive, while Saebyeok tilted her head, studying you with dark interest. “Hmm.”
Your turn again. The bottle landed on Saebyeok. She picked truth.
You asked, heart racing at your own boldness, “What’s the best part of my body?”
Saebyeok raised her eyebrows, surprised by the directness in your question. Her gaze dropped slowly to your chest, still covered by your bra. After a beat she answered simply. “Tits.”
Semi piped up from across the circle, her head now resting on Noeul’s shoulder while she sat in Semi’s lap. “Yeah I would’ve said tits too.”
You giggled shyly, cheeks burning.
Saebyeok spun again, and the bottle landed on you once more. You picked dare this time.
Saebyeok’s eyes dropped to your chest again. “Let me touch them.”
You nodded shyly and crawled over to kneel in front of her. Saebyeok’s hands were surprisingly gentle at first, cupping, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh. She lifted your tits carefully over the cups of your bra, thumbs brushing your nipples, and the sensation made you shiver.
Semi cut in with playful jealousy, voice husky. “Okay, come on. Your turn’s over.“
Your turn. Semi picked dare before the bottle even stopped spinning on her. She quirked her eyebrows at you, waiting expectantly.
You squeezed your thighs together, pulse racing, then dared her. “Fake an orgasm for us right now. And you have to make it convincing.”
Semi put on the absolute hottest show. She leaned back, eyes half lidded, letting out breathy moans that grew louder and more desperate. Her hips rolled, hands gripping her own thighs, back arching as she gasped and whimpered your name mixed with the others. It was filthy and perfect. By the end you were wet on the spot, breathing hard.
Afterwards Semi held your gaze for a long few seconds, chest rising and falling, before she reached out and spun the bottle.
It landed on Saebyeok, who finally picked dare.
Semi’s voice was rough. “Take off your top.”
Saebyeok glanced at your bare chest, then at the others. She hesitated, arms crossing instinctively for a moment, before she slowly pulled her tank top off, revealing her black bra. Her shoulders stayed a little tense, but she didn’t cover up.
Saebyeok spun. The bottle landed on Noeul. Noeul picked dare.
Saebyeok stayed stone faced as she jerked her head toward you. “Kiss her for 10 seconds, with tongue.”
Noeul crawled out of Semi’s lap toward you. The kiss was filthy from the start, deep and wet, tongues sliding urgently. You let a helpless little moan slip into her mouth, at which Semi chuckled hoarsely and whispered, “Ooh she likes it…”
When you finally pulled apart, breathing ragged, Saebyeok smirked smugly at Noeul. “That was 12.”
Noeul’s turn. The bottle landed on you. You picked dare.
Noeul’s voice was calm but her eyes had gone dark. “Put your hand down Semi’s pants. Under the panties. But don’t move your fingers.”
Your breath hitched at the new level, but you didn’t say no. You looked at Semi, who now had completely dark eyes, no joking left. Semi nodded once, giving permission. You scooched closer, and Semi sat back on her palms. You slid your hand into her jeans and under her panties, resting your fingers right over her hot, slick folds without moving.
Things were getting dangerous now.
You spun the bottle with a shaky hand. It wobbled across the floor, glinting under the dim lamp light, before slowing to a stop and pointing directly at Saebyeok. She met your gaze steadily, though her thighs pressed together just a fraction tighter. “Truth.”
Your voice came out lower than you expected, thickened by everything happening around you. “Are you wet right now?”
Saebyeok’s eyes flicked down to where your hand disappeared beneath the waistband of Semi’s jeans, fingers resting warm and still against her soaked heat. A slow, deliberate nod followed; no words, just that dark, honest admission and the way her breathing deepened.
The room felt smaller now.
Saebyeok spun next. The bottle turned lazily and landed on Noeul, who was watching everything with those calm, heavy-lidded eyes.
Semi, meanwhile, was trembling. Her hips twitched with tiny, aborted movements, clearly fighting the urge to grind against your motionless fingers. Her breathing had turned ragged, chest rising and falling fast under the lace bralette.
Noeul’s voice was quiet. “Dare.”
Saebyeok studied her for a long second, something intense flickering behind her usual stone faced mask. “You sure?”
Noeul’s ears flushed deeper pink, but she held eye contact without flinching and gave a single, firm nod.
Saebyeok leaned in closer, voice dropping to a rough whisper. “Strip for us.”
Noeul’s breath hitched audibly. For a moment her calm finally cracked, just enough for you to see the nervous thrill underneath. Then she rose gracefully and stood in the center of your little circle. With deliberate, unhurried movements, she began peeling off her clothes.
The black button up slid from her shoulders first, revealing smooth skin and a simple cotton bra underneath. Her jeans came next, pushed down strong thighs until she stepped out of them. She paused there in her underwear, glancing at Saebyeok.
Saebyeok’s eyes were pure lust now, dark and hungry, fixed on every inch of revealed skin. She quirked an eyebrow. “That’s not stripped, Noeul.”
Semi swallowed a low, desperate whimper beside you, her inner walls clenching hard around nothing, twitching against your still fingers.
Noeul exhaled shakily… then reached back and unhooked her bra. It fell away, exposing her breasts, nipples already tight. She hooked her thumbs into her panties and slid them down too, stepping out until she stood completely naked before the three of you. Her body was gorgeous - lean muscle, soft curves, skin glowing faintly in the low light. She didn’t cover herself. Just stood there, letting you all look.
You felt Semi’s pussy throb sharply against your fingers at the sight, another rush of wetness coating your hand.
Noeul stood there for a long, electric moment before lowering herself back into the circle, completely naked, folding her legs beneath her with graceful ease. The movement made her breasts shift gently, and you heard Semi’s breath stutter beside you.
Noeul reached for the bottle with steady fingers and gave it a spin. It twirled across the floor, catching the lamplight, before slowing and landing directly on Semi.
Semi swallowed hard, her throat working visibly. Her usual cocky smirk was nowhere to be found now. Her face was flushed deep red, lips parted, chest heaving under the black lace bralette. Your hand was still tucked down the front of her jeans, fingers resting warm and unmoving against her soaked, throbbing pussy. She shifted her hips once, helplessly, before catching herself.
“Truth.” She rasped, voice already hoarse.
Noeul’s dark eyes flicked over Semi’s trembling form, taking in the way her thighs clenched, the sheen of sweat on her collarbones, the desperate little twitches of her hips. Then her gaze dropped to where your hand disappeared beneath the waistband of Semi’s panties. Her voice stayed low and even, almost gentle, but laced with heat.
“Describe exactly how it feels right now.” Noeul said, tilting her head. “With her fingers resting on your pussy. Don’t leave anything out.”
Semi’s eyes widened. She opened her mouth, trying to keep her usual confidence, but it shattered almost instantly. Her voice cracked on the first word.
“I-fuck… it’s so hot. She’s just… there, right against my clit, and I’m dripping all over her hand.” Semi’s breath hitched sharply as another involuntary twitch of her hips pressed her harder into your still fingers. “It’s throbbing. Like my whole fucking pussy is pulsing around nothing and I-I can’t stop clenching. Every time I move even a little it gets worse. I’m so fucking wet it’s embarrassing, and I just want her to-”
She cut herself off with a shaky whimper, cheeks burning darker. Her usual filthy confidence had dissolved into flustered, broken sentences. She couldn’t even finish the thought, eyes glassy as she stared at Noeul, then at you, then down at your hand again. Her fingers dug into the carpet like she was physically holding herself back from grinding on you.
The room fell dead silent except for the sound of four people breathing too hard.
Semi’s turn came next. She was breathing heavily now from the restraint. She didn’t even spin properly, just kicked the bottle lightly so it would turn toward you. Her voice came out in a desperate whisper, eyes locked on yours with raw need. “Move your fingers… please…”
You held her gaze as you finally obeyed, sliding two fingers slowly through her slick folds. She was soaked, hot, and silky. Your fingers glided easily over her swollen clit before dipping lower. The wet, obscene sounds of your movement filled the small room immediately. Semi’s head fell back with a choked moan, hips jerking forward to chase the friction.
Noeul and Saebyeok watched with dark, hungry eyes. Saebyeok’s jaw was tight, one hand fisted on her thigh. Noeul’s nipples were visibly harder, her naked body tense with arousal as she leaned forward slightly, lips parted.
You curled your fingers deeper, stroking her slowly, deliberately, letting the slick sounds and Semi’s broken whimpers wrap around all four of you like smoke.
Saebyeok cursed under her breath, a low, rough “Fuck…” slipping out as she watched Semi’s hips twitch helplessly against your fingers. Her eyes were glued to the obscene sight of your hand moving inside Semi’s jeans, the wet sounds growing louder with every slow stroke.
Noeul’s calm finally fully cracked into something sharper. A feral grin spread across her face, eyes gleaming with dark delight as she leaned forward, completely naked and unashamed.
“Jesus, Semi.” She whispered, low and teasing. “You’re… desperate.”
Semi whimpered pathetically at the words, her head falling forward.
“I can’t help it…” She gasped, voice cracking. “It feels so good-fuck, her fingers are so warm and she keeps-ah-rubbing right there…”
She glanced up at your face, searching for mercy or control, only to find you smirking down at her with open satisfaction. The cocky, confident Semi completely crumbled. She let out a mortified little whimper and quickly looked away, cheeks burning an even deeper shade of red, embarrassed by how visibly needy she was in front of all three of you.
You couldn’t help but giggle softly, the sound light and affectionate. “Look at you… so shy but so needy. It’s adorable.”
Semi made a broken noise of protest, but it melted into another whimper when you finally pulled your hand out of her pants. The loss made her whine in disappointment, hips chasing your fingers for a second before she caught herself.
But you weren’t done.
You hooked your fingers into the waistband of her jeans and tugged teasingly. Glancing over at Saebyeok, you called her over, voice sweet but commanding. “Help me with these, Sae.”
Saebyeok didn’t hesitate. She crawled across the circle on her hands and knees. Together you worked Semi’s jeans down her hips. Semi lifted her ass obediently, blushing furiously the entire time as the fabric peeled away, revealing her soaked black thong clinging to her pussy.
Noeul watched the whole thing with that same feral little smirk, eyes dragging slowly over Semi’s exposed skin. Semi kept glancing at her across the circle, mortified but undeniably turned on, thighs pressing together once her jeans were finally pulled off and tossed aside.
She sat there in nothing but her lace bralette and drenched panties, breathing hard, face flushed crimson, caught between embarrassment and overwhelming arousal as all three of you stared at her with open hunger.
Noeul’s eyes stayed locked on Semi’s drenched panties for a long, heated moment, the fabric visibly soaked through, clinging to her folds. Then she slowly started crawling forward on all fours, graceful and predatory, her naked body moving with deliberate sensuality.
She stopped right in front of Semi and looked up at you with those siren eyes, dark and impossible to resist.
“Mind if I take over… please?” She whispered, voice low and velvet soft, but dripping with want.
You felt Saebyeok’s eyes burning into the side of your face, waiting for your reaction. But you didn’t look at her. Your eyes stayed on Noeul as you gave a small, breathless nod.
You shifted behind Semi, settling against the edge of the bed and pulling her back against your chest. Semi melted into you immediately, her head falling back against your shoulder with a shaky exhale. You wrapped your arms around her, gently stroking her arms, feeling the rapid rise and fall of her breathing.
Noeul’s gaze dropped back down to Semi’s pussy like she was starving. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips. Then, almost instinctively, her eyes flicked up to Saebyeok.
The two of them stared at each other for a second, something heavy and wordless passing between them. Saebyeok’s expression was dark and unreadable. Noeul’s lips curved into the faintest smirk.
Then Noeul turned smoothly, positioning herself so her back was to Saebyeok. She arched her spine as she leaned down, presenting a perfect, obscene view of her own glistening pussy and ass to Saebyeok while lowering her face between Semi’s spread thighs.
Semi moaned loudly the second Noeul pressed a slow, open mouthed kiss right over her soaked panties, right against her aching clit. At the exact same moment, Saebyeok’s breath hitched sharply, a quiet, stunned sound escaping her as she stared at the view Noeul was deliberately giving her.
You watched the entire scene transfixed, heart hammering. Your hands kept stroking Semi’s arms soothingly, holding her steady as she trembled and whimpered against your chest. Noeul’s tongue pressed harder over the wet fabric, teasing, tasting, while her back stayed perfectly arched for Saebyeok’s hungry eyes.
Noeul pulled back just long enough to catch her breath, lips shiny and swollen. Without a word, she hooked two fingers into the soaked crotch of Semi’s thong and gently pulled it aside, exposing her glistening pussy completely.
Then she dove back in.
The second Noeul’s tongue made direct contact, hot and wet and grinding firmly against Semi’s swollen clit, Semi whined loudly, the sound breaking into a desperate cry as her hips jerked up helplessly into Noeul’s mouth.
You tightened your arms around her, lips brushing right against her ear. “Fuck, Semi… you look so hot right now. It’s insane…”
Noeul moaned deeply into Semi’s pussy at your words, the vibration pulling another broken sound from Semi’s throat. You cursed under your breath, the heat between your own legs becoming unbearable. You shifted uncomfortably behind her, grinding slowly against the curve of Semi’s ass, seeking any kind of friction.
Saebyeok stayed completely still on the side, transfixed. Her chest rose and fell heavily, dark eyes locked on the filthy sight of Noeul’s tongue working Semi’s clit in slow, relentless strokes.
“Sae…” you called softly. You reached out gently, brushing your fingers along her arm. Her gaze dragged slowly from the scene in front of her to your face. You smiled, raising an eyebrow, and jerked your head lightly. “Come here.”
Saebyeok swallowed hard, visibly nervous, but she shifted closer on her knees until she was right beside you. You slid one hand behind her neck, fingers threading gently into her dark hair, and pulled her in.
You waited for half a second, breathing warmly against her lips, giving her that final moment. Then Saebyeok closed the gap.
The kiss started deep, her mouth hot and insistent. Semi let out a high pitched moan as she watched the two of you, mouth hanging open, eyes glassy with lust. She ground harder against Noeul’s tongue, chasing the pleasure while her hand shot out to squeeze Saebyeok’s thigh needily, fingers digging in.
The reaction was immediate - Saebyeok growled low into your mouth, the sound vibrating through the kiss. Her hand came up to grip the back of your neck, pulling you even closer as she licked into your mouth, sucking on your bottom lip, turning the kiss messy and wet and filthy.
Semi’s hips started stuttering wildly against Noeul’s mouth, her whole body tensing in your arms.
“Ahhh-you guys… Fuck, fuck, fuck-” She cried out, voice cracking and rising in pitch. “I’m gonna cum-you guys, I’m gonna-!”
Her face twisted beautifully, brows furrowed, mouth open in a desperate, broken expression as pleasure overwhelmed her. The usually cocky, confident Semi was completely falling apart.
Saebyeok broke away from your kiss with a wet sound, breathing hard. Without hesitation, she leaned down and latched onto the side of Semi’s neck, sucking a filthy, dark hickey into her skin with wet noises.
You kept your mouth right against Semi’s ear, voice low and soothing even as heat burned through you.
“That’s it, Semi… you look so fucking sexy right now.” You murmured, stroking her sides. “All spread out and moaning like that, grinding on Noeul’s tongue. God, you sound so pretty when you’re about to cum. Let it go, Semi. Come on, cum, baby.”
Semi let out a strangled sob, her hand flying up to grip your arm tightly as her thighs started shaking uncontrollably. Noeul didn’t let up for a second, tongue grinding firm circles on her clit while she kept Semi’s thong pulled aside.
“Jesus, you’re so hot like this… falling apart between the three of us.” You kept whispering, lips brushing her ear. “But we wanna hear you. Cum, Semi. Now.”
With a sharp, broken cry, Semi came hard.
Her entire body seized up, back arching violently against your chest as her orgasm crashed through her. Her pussy throbbed visibly against Noeul’s tongue, a fresh gush of wetness coating Noeul’s chin. Semi’s moans turned into high, helpless whimpers, her face contorted in pure ecstasy while Saebyeok continued sucking that possessive mark into her neck.
You held her through every wave, murmuring soft praise against her skin as she trembled and shook in your arms, until Noeul finally pulled back slowly with a satisfied little smirk on her face.
Semi slumped heavily against your chest, still panting and twitching with aftershocks. The four of you stayed tangled together for a long minute, nothing but heavy breathing and the faint wet sounds of Noeul lazily kissing Semi’s inner thigh filling the room.
Noeul finally pulled back, sitting on her heels. Her lips and chin were shiny with Semi’s cum. She looked completely wrecked - cheeks flushed, eyes dark and glassy.
In a rare moment of raw honesty, she whispered breathlessly. “Holy shit… I’ve never been so fucking horny in my life.”
Saebyeok’s gaze dropped immediately between Noeul’s spread thighs, zeroing in on her dripping pussy. Noeul was soaked, arousal visibly trailing down her inner thighs.
Saebyeok stared for a long second before speaking, voice low and rough. “Truth or dare.”
Noeul looked over her shoulder, locking eyes with Saebyeok in an intense, charged stare. The air between them felt electric. Without hesitation, she answered. “Dare.”
Saebyeok’s eyes slowly dragged up from Noeul’s dripping pussy and the perfect curve of her ass to meet her face. For a moment, something almost nervous flickered across Saebyeok’s expression, but it melted into dark hunger. She sat back against the side of the bed, thighs slightly spread, and patted her own thigh firmly.
“Get yourself off right here.”
Noeul’s breath hitched. She held Saebyeok’s gaze for another beat, then crawled forward without a word. She climbed into Saebyeok’s lap, straddling one of her thighs, her soaked pussy pressing directly against the fabric of Saebyeok’s jeans.
You and Semi watched, still tangled together, as Noeul braced her hands on Saebyeok’s shoulders and started rolling her hips. A soft, shaky moan escaped her as she ground her slick folds along Saebyeok’s thigh, leaving a shiny trail of wetness behind with every slow movement.
Saebyeok’s hands settled lightly on Noeul’s waist, not guiding, just holding her steady as she watched her with that intense, unwavering stare.
Saebyeok’s hand slowly slid up Noeul’s bare torso, fingers trailing lightly over her skin until she reached her breasts. With lazy confidence, she started teasing one of Noeul’s nipples - rolling it between her fingers, pinching gently, then soothing it with her thumb. The contrast was intoxicating; Saebyeok looked completely relaxed, leaning back with that quiet intensity, yet totally in control as Noeul rode her thigh.
Noeul’s hips moved in slow, deliberate rolls, her slick pussy gliding along Saebyeok’s pants with wet, obscene sounds. Soft moans spilled from her lips every time Saebyeok pinched her nipple a little harder.
You couldn’t look away. Your breathing grew heavier, chest rising and falling as you watched them. Without realizing it, you started subconsciously grinding against Semi’s ass again, your hips rocking slowly, seeking friction as heat pulsed between your legs.
Your fingers flexed and tightened against Semi’s waist, gripping her a little harder. Semi noticed immediately.
She turned her head, looking up at you with a light, breathless chuckle, her usual cocky self starting to peek through again despite how wrecked she still looked.
“Awww, jealous baby?” She teased with a mocking pout, voice husky and playful.
Your face heated instantly. You felt the flush creep up your neck and across your cheeks as you glanced back and forth between them: Semi’s amused, knowing grin… then over to Saebyeok lazily playing with Noeul’s nipples while Noeul ground desperately on her thigh, moaning softly.
You didn’t know where to look. The sight of all three of them like this, combined with your own aching need, made your mind spin.
Semi giggled again, softer this time, and pressed back against you teasingly, wiggling her ass right against your grinding hips.
Saebyeok’s eyes flicked over to you, watching intently as you squirmed behind Semi. Her hand never stopped its lazy teasing of Noeul’s nipples, pinching, rolling and tugging just enough to make Noeul whimper and grind harder.
A small, teasing smirk tugged at the corner of Saebyeok’s mouth. She slowly spread her legs a little wider, opening up space on her other thigh. Then she patted it once, deliberate and inviting.
Your breath hitched sharply. You bit your lip, a flash of conflict crossing your face as desire warred with the overwhelming intensity of the moment.
Saebyeok leaned back slightly, voice dropping into that low, rough timbre that always made your stomach flip.
“I know you want it…”
The words hung heavy in the air. Noeul glanced over her shoulder at you too, still slowly rolling her hips, her expression hazy with pleasure. Semi, still pressed against your chest, let out a soft, amused hum and nipped lightly at your jaw, clearly enjoying your flustered reaction.
You could feel your pulse thundering as you stared at the empty space on Saebyeok’s other thigh, waiting for you.
You exhaled shakily, heart hammering in your chest. After one last gentle squeeze to Semi’s waist, you carefully moved out from behind her and crawled toward Saebyeok. Semi chuckled lowly, clearly amused, and brought two fingers to her mouth, biting them as she grinned.
“This is gonna be fun to watch…” She murmured, voice still raspy from her orgasm.
You knelt in front of Saebyeok, about to swing one leg over and straddle her thigh, when she suddenly lifted her hand and gave your thigh a light, sharp slap.
“Ah ah.” She said, voice low and teasing.
You froze, blinking in confusion.
Saebyeok’s smirk deepened. Her fingers hooked into the hem of your short black skirt and tugged pointedly, then moved to the waistband of your panties.
“These have to go first.”
Your face burned with embarrassment, but the heat between your legs only grew. You stood up on shaky knees and quickly stripped them off, skirt and panties sliding down your legs together until you stepped out of them, leaving you bare from the waist down.
Saebyeok’s dark eyes dragged slowly over your exposed body with obvious hunger. Then she patted her thigh again. “Come here.”
You obeyed, straddling her thigh. The rough denim felt startling against your slick, sensitive folds. The moment you settled your weight on her, Saebyeok’s hands found your hips and guided you into a slow roll.
“That’s it…” She murmured, voice quiet but commanding.
You started riding her thigh, grinding your pussy along the thick fabric. The friction was deliciously rough, and you couldn’t hold back a soft moan. Saebyeok kept one hand on your hip, controlling your pace, while her other hand returned to Noeul’s chest, still lazily teasing her nipples.
Noeul was still grinding on Saebyeok’s other thigh, the two of you now moving in a messy, uncoordinated rhythm on either side of her.
Semi watched the entire thing with pure entertainment sparkling in her eyes, biting her lip and occasionally letting out a soft, delighted laugh when your face twisted in pleasure or when you let out a particularly needy sound.
Saebyeok’s hand eventually dropped from Noeul’s chest. She leaned back fully, looking every bit like a king on a throne as she watched the two of you desperately humping her thighs. Her eyes were pitch black, expression calm but burning with lust.
Noeul and you were both grinding shamelessly now, leaving wet streaks on the dark denim of her jeans.
Saebyeok’s voice came out low and commanding. “Kiss each other. Messy. I want to see it.”
You and Noeul turned toward one another without hesitation. The kiss was immediately filthy, tongues sliding deep, wet and desperate. You moaned into her mouth as you kept rolling your hips, grinding harder against Saebyeok’s thigh. Noeul whimpered, sucking on your tongue while her own hips stuttered against Sae’s other leg. Saebyeok watched the whole thing with hooded eyes, a faint satisfied smirk playing on her lips.
“Good girls.” She murmured. “Now… take turns sucking each other’s tits while you ride.”
Noeul went first.
She leaned in and wrapped her lips around your nipple, sucking hard while her tongue flicked over the sensitive bud. You gasped, arching into her mouth as you continued grinding frantically on Saebyeok’s thigh. After a few moments you switched, leaning down to latch onto one of Noeul’s breasts, sucking and licking while she moaned loudly and rolled her hips faster.
The whole time, Saebyeok just watched, relaxed and in complete control, occasionally giving your thigh or Noeul’s a guiding squeeze.
Semi, still sitting nearby, was breathing hard as she took in the scene. The sight of you and Noeul riding Saebyeok’s thighs while sucking on each other’s tits was too much for her. She bit her lip, then slid her hand between her own legs, rubbing slow circles over her clit as she watched with heavy lidded eyes.
“Fuck… that’s so fucking hot…” Semi breathed, voice thick with renewed arousal.
Saebyeok raised an eyebrow as she noticed Semi rubbing her clit, then let out a low, almost cruel laugh.
“Look at that…” She said, voice dripping with mocking amusement. “Semi’s being a perv again, guys. Can’t even keep her hands off herself while she watches.”
Her hands returned to you and Noeul, settling firmly on the small of each of your backs. With steady pressure, she guided your hips, forcing you and Noeul into the same rolling rhythm, grinding in sync on her thighs.
“She’s jacking off to you two right now.” Saebyeok whispered, leaning in close so her breath ghosted against your ear and Noeul’s. “So you better give her a good show.”
You and Noeul both glanced over your shoulders at Semi. The sight of her flushed and desperate, legs spread, fingers frantically rubbing her clit while she stared at you made you both moan loudly. The filthy image only made you grind harder against Saebyeok’s thigh.
Saebyeok kept guiding you with those firm hands, controlling the pace as she continued in that low, velvety voice.
“How hot would it be if you all came together for me?” She smirked, eyes flicking between the three of you. “You’d be such good girls if you could do that.”
Noeul immediately whimpered, voice breaking with need. “I can do it, Sae… I can be good. Please-”
Saebyeok turned her gaze to you, tilting her head with a questioning look, one eyebrow raised. You were breathing shakily, thighs trembling from the relentless friction against the rough denim. After a moment, you nodded.
Saebyeok’s eyes finally landed on Semi, who was still desperately fingering herself, two fingers buried inside her soaked pussy.
“Semi…” She said calmly, almost sweetly. “You gonna behave and hold it until I tell you?”
Semi let out a high, needy whine, her fingers slowing reluctantly even as her hips twitched. Her face was flushed deep red, but she gave a frantic little nod, biting her lip hard.
“Good girl.” Saebyeok murmured, satisfaction clear in her tone as she tightened her grip on your waists, keeping you and Noeul grinding in perfect sync.
Saebyeok kept you and Noeul grinding in that steady, relentless rhythm, her hands firm on your backs. She watched with dark, hungry eyes as all three of you slowly began to fall apart for her.
Saebyeok’s voice stayed low and calm as she began the countdown.
“Ten… Nine…”
Your thighs were shaking. You had your eyes squeezed shut, trying desperately to control your breathing, focusing on long, shaky inhales while you fought the rising wave. Noeul was the opposite, riding Saebyeok’s thigh like her life depended on it, head thrown back, mouth open as she gasped and moaned shamelessly, breasts bouncing with every desperate roll of her hips.
Semi, however, looked like she was suffering the most. Her fingers were buried deep inside herself, but she was barely moving them now, trying so hard to obey. Her face was twisted, eyes glassy with unshed tears as she whimpered pathetically with every slow number.
“Eight…”
Semi’s breath hitched, a tear slipping down her cheek as she fought not to tip over the edge. Saebyeok dragged it out cruelly, savoring every second, her voice steady even as her own arousal darkened her eyes.
“Seven… Six… Five…”
By the time she reached “Three,” all of you were trembling violently. Noeul was nearly screaming with every grind. You were biting your lip so hard it hurt. Semi looked like she was about to cry, whimpering Saebyeok’s name over and over like a prayer.
“Two…”
Saebyeok paused for a long, torturous second.
“One.”
All three of you came at the exact same time.
The room erupted with the sounds - your choked moan, Noeul’s sharp cry, and Semi’s broken sob blending together into something filthy and beautiful. Your orgasm slammed into you like a freight train, pussy clenching hard around nothing as you gushed all over Saebyeok’s jeans. Noeul shook violently, thighs clamping down as she soaked the other leg. Semi’s whole body convulsed, fingers buried deep as she came with a wrecked, high pitched wail.
The sight and sound of the others coming alongside you made everything more intense. Every pulse, every moan, every desperate twitch fed into the next, turning the orgasms into something almost overwhelming. It was easily the single hottest thing any of you had ever witnessed.
Through it all, Saebyeok watched with pure awe and raw power in her eyes. She looked like the luckiest person alive, completely untouchable and completely in control, as the three of you fell apart so beautifully for her.
The room fell into a heavy, breathless silence as all three of you came down.
Your thighs were still trembling, chest heaving as you slumped forward against Saebyeok. Noeul was slumped on her other thigh, forehead pressed to Saebyeok’s shoulder. Semi was sprawled on the floor, legs splayed, fingers still lazily resting between her thighs.
Reality slowly started sinking in.
Holy shit. We actually just did that.
You lifted your head slowly, eyes meeting Saebyeok’s. For a second, uncertainty flickered across your face - the weight of everything that had just happened, the shift in your friendship, the tangle of feelings between all four of you.
Saebyeok noticed immediately, and her usual intensity seemed to soften. She reached up and gently brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, her thumb lingering on your cheek for a moment. The touch was surprisingly tender.
Noeul exhaled shakily and climbed off Saebyeok’s thigh. She crawled over to Semi on the floor, voice low and gentle. “You okay?”
Semi let out a soft, tired giggle and reached up, pulling Noeul down on top of her. They tangled together easily, limbs wrapping around each other as they murmured quiet little things - soft laughs, gentle check ins, sweet nothings.
When Semi glanced over at Saebyeok from her spot on the floor with a shy, almost bashful smile, Saebyeok returned it with a rare smile of her own.
You watched the three of them then, the easy affection between Semi and Noeul, the quiet understanding in Saebyeok’s eyes, the way all of you were still connected even in the come down. Your heart felt too full and too chaotic at the same time.
This was complicated. Messy. Maybe even a little terrifying.
But as you looked at each of them, warm and glowing and… yours, in this new, uncharted way… it also felt incredibly exciting.
☆ pairing : kang saebyeok (캉새볔) x gn!reader ☆ genre : romance, fluff, au ☆ warnings : swearing, kissing ☆ word count : 1.4k ☆ recommended age rating : 13+ ☆ listenin' to : cariño - the marías & lovergirl - saturra & bonfire. - wave to earth ☆ a.n : made with @angelwings-fly, @written-by-music, and @lostlikesaebyeok in mind. ☆
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she didn't fall in love, never even had her first boyfriend or her first kiss; saebyeok. 'why didn't she?' 'not even in school?' 'what's up with that?' she'd been asked frequently, consistently, constantly. 'you're so pretty, why don't you have a husband yet?' saebyeok would have different excuses every time. 'haven't found the one yet.' 'i'm not worried about that right now.' 'you know i don't need a partner.'
she was insecure about it, really, the whole not - being - able - to - fall - in - love thing was stressful, scary even with how much she was pestered about it. what could she do though? it's not like she can force herself into this dumb lovestruck idiot, she simply just didn't catch feelings like that. saebyeok knew this, she didn't mind it at all, it didn't affect her at all, it was the words and stares that came with it.
that was, until she met you.
it was a wet, dark night in seoul, she planned on catching the subway to the next station to go search for a few jobs she could possibly take on in the morning. she ran down the stairs into the underground metro, watching the train pass her by. “shit.” the short haired girl muttered. she had come all this way only to miss her train, but she wouldn't leave empty handed.
she sits down on a nearby bench, intending on waiting for the next train (if there'd even be one). saebyeok had a habit of zoning out, drowning in thoughts that became worries, but she never looked stereotypically worried, just tired. her dark brown eyes fixate on a blinking neon light, the flickering doing nothing to ease her loud thoughts.
saebyeok was only seconds away from either collapsing or losing her shit, but then you sat down next to her, snapping her out of her hurricane of emotions. you look over to meet her gaze. “oh, i'm sorry. is this seat taken?” she shakes her head in response, both looking away and scooting over a bit to give you more space. “are you alright? you look all over the place, no offense.”
“i'm fine.” she sad quietly, almost a whisper, only for you to hear. you glanced at her for a few seconds; her shaky hands hidden in her pockets, her eyes darting everywhere but you, her messy hair mirroring her mind at the moment. if she didn't look seconds away from a panic attack, she could almost be your type. almost, of course.
everything was going wrong for the introverted girl next to you; worrying about her family, cautious of being caught by the north koreans, exhaustion, rent, bills, finding a job, and the cherry on top? missing her train. the world most certainly wasn't on her side, leading her to wonder 'what the hell am i even doing?'
your eyes returned to hers, just looking into each other for a few moments. the sound of the bustling metro suddenly calmed down, the crowd of rushing people suddenly quieter, the heavyness resting on both of your hearts suddenly lighter. you give saebyeok a small smile in hopes of brightening her day, and it makes her heart skip ten beats.
your smile's so pretty it makes her want to smile back, it makes her happy in a few too many ways, like suddenly her day isn't that bad and her worries aren't that important. your eyes tell her everything will be okay, to loosen up and enjoy the ride, it won't always be like this. or maybe she's overanalyzing and you're just trying to be friendly, she really hopes it's the first one.
“hey.” you speak up, grabbing her attention once more. “do you wanna talk?” there's a good kind of silence for a bit, just the two of you in a universe that keeps demanding more and more each day. “about?” she asks, watching you shrug. “anything. lets introduce ourselves, tell me how your days been. or don't, i don't mind.”
you didn't expect her to respond, you were fine if she didn't answer, but, “. . . kang saebyeok.” you looked at her once more, smiling again and giving her your name in response. “your name is so pretty, kang saebyeok.” she watched you chuckle, every movement not going unnoticed. “how old are you, if i may ask?”
she seemed to have a habit of not replying for a moment or two, which was expected considering how calculated she appears to be on the outside. “twenty.” you nod, exchanging your name in return. you raise small talk with a few little questions, 'how's life?' 'what brings you to the mentro?' 'what's your haircut called?'
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it's been two years now. you helped her find a job, so she stuck around, even called you trustworthy, so you tried to remain that for her. she decided you were her closest friend around a year ago and went completely honest on one rainy night like the one way back when. plus you were the exact opposite of her, and it was refreshing.
she was mostly a listener, you were mostly a talker. she was mostly quiet, you were mostly loud. she kept to herself, you kept to others. it's like grumpy and sunshine, introvert and extrovert, yin and yang, and you both couldn't be more happy to call each other your friend.
it was routine now, waking up and going to each other's house to see each other. the first time saebyeok did it was to 'save money on food', the next is because she 'lost her phone', the third time? you just told her she's welcome whenever. so, taking advantage of your words, she's been visiting every morning to check on the only person besides her family that she can trust, and it brought her a sense of belonging.
on days where she's tired from working part time jobs all night or parenting her little brother, you visit her instead. she always leaves a little wooden chair out for you before she goes to sleep, staring at it in contained excitement for you to be sitting there when she wakes up. she genuinely gets happy.
and everytime the chair is out and you know she's tired, you use the key she gave you to let yourself in. you take a seat and give a lazy effort to fix her messy hair, fixing a few pieces and then petting her. she's a light sleeper, so she always knows when you're over, but she pretends to stay asleep so you don't get the preposterous idea that she wants you to stop.
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“what's your opinion on me?” she asks, leaning on the railing of the bridge you both stood on. no matter the temperature, no matter the conditions, you both would take a walk in the morning together after breakfast and after you've both woken up. “what do you mean?” you reply, picking an autumn leaf out of her hair.
“you know what i mean, don't play dumb.” she scolds with little to no effort. “i think . . . you're someone i want to stay in my life forever.” you stand next to her with a sigh, watching the water underneath you. it was quiet here, nobody was out yet, it was perfect, but saebyeok couldn't be more anxious.
“forever?” she whispers, shifting her gaze to you. you knew saebyeoks eyes were on you, that's what you always wanted. she contemplated silently, trying to tame fraying thoughts and shaky hands. sensing her discomfort, you attempt at switching the topic. “the water's gorgeous, isn't it?” it's more of a statement than a question, but saebyeok couldn't care less.
saebyeok grabs your arm almost roughly out of nowhere, staring at you with glossy eyes and parted lips. “kangsae? are you alright?” she waits a few moments, waiting for a reaction, a sign, anything that might give her an answer. she leans in slowly, expecting you to back away. after all, if this goes wrong, your friendship will never be the same again.
her lips touch yours just barely, like she's terrified and full of adrenaline at the same time. it's not fast, it's not uncomfortable, its just what the both of you gravely needed. after all these months of playing cat and mouse, it's finally happening, she's kissing you, and you're not pulling away.
she presses a little harder, showing you exactly how inpatient she's been all these years. her hands hold you in place, her fingers wrapped around your upper arm and digging into your hoodie, keeping you right where she wants you; with her.
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Warning(s): Smut, Oral, slight Fingering
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Sub!Saebyeok would kinda get shy, but sparks of adrenaline will rush through her body when you gently spread her thighs. She bites her bottom lip to stop herself from grinning too hard. She examines under her lashes at how you kiss her inner thigh. A soft sigh will escape her lips when she notices you’re starting to lower your face to her core.
Sub!Saebyeok is a total watcher. Her eyes never leave your face. She loves to watch you go completely drunk over her cunt. She focuses on the way your lips would wrap around her clit and suck. You roll your tongue against her core and back up to her clit. A blush forms on her cheeks when she sees her juice connect with your lips when you pull away to catch your breath.
Sub!Saebyeok is usually quiet, but she’s the total opposite during these moments. She will cry and pant out loud. She would beg and grind her hips into your mouth. You have to hold her thighs apart as she squeals around.
“Please please please,” She begs. Her voice turns a few notices up. You will suck harder and bring your fingers up to fill her cunt. She arches her back and chokes out a moan. She brings one hand down and accidentally grips your hair hard. Her eyebrows furrow as she continues watching you, so lost in her pleasure.
Sub!Saebyeok would bring her other hand to cover her mouth. Her moans become muffled. You would pull away, and a trail of her juice connects from her core to your mouth.
“Why did you stop?” She whines. You take her hand from her mouth and gentle held it, not letting go.
“I want to hear you,” You explain before going back to licking her core. Her stomach tenses and she tilts her head back into the pillow. She cusses and jerks feverishly into your mouth. You close your eyes to focus on the feeling of her cunt, but she tugs your hair hard. You look up to her blushing and sweaty face.
“Look at me when I come,” She grunts.
Sub!Saebyeok would orgasm hard with a high-pitched moan. Her body would twitch uncontrollably. She will slowly stop moving her hips into your mouth. You lean away and gently kiss her hand. As she catches her breath, she smiles and lets out a soft giggle. She notices how hard you’re clenching your thighs together.
