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this books sole purpose is for getting my ideas down for squid game woman without having to write an entire oneshot everytime (tired college student)

warning : my fanfiction is made by a freak, for freaks.

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I will not be writing for men. I'm sorry but the sesbian lex fanfics are so scarce I need to be the change I want to see in the world. If another thanos/reader appears on my feed im going to self implode.

you can expect to see headcanons, drabbles, 'characters when..' etc etc.

the main characters I write for are : no-eul , se-mi , saebyeok , and hyun-ju (I need them bad)

I'm not opposed to requests and suggestions but if you request someone not on that list I can't guarantee they won't be ooc, mb !

like always tags will be added as I write, since I have no idea who or what I want from the get-go

I rarely use caps btw, idk they're just ugly to me and lowercase feels more casual

If you want to use any prompts here feel free, but I need to see the finished fanfic please please please (starving)

dark themes are my bread and butter, I fear I will be writing a lot of weird and violent sex ! apologies in advance. 

I could have totally made a tumblr for this but I cannot be bothered so ( ˆ𐃷ˆ) .ᐟ.ᐟ

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no-eul

• just going to put it out there first, she is definitely above average. her aura seriously gives big dick energy.
• it's considerably long and girthy, around 6 inches soft, 6.7 erect.
• she does not trim down there cause I don't see her gaf, but she will if you ask her too (reluctantly.)
• uncircumcised.
• she doesn't masturbate often but if she's really pent up, will rub one out in her room silently. 
• once you both started dating she doesn't see a need to masturbate at all. 
• "I have you." she'll answer matter-of-factly if you ask about it. 
• prefers to blow your back out after work outside of the games. if you're a player, in the bathroom during lights out. 
• you have to keep reminding her to wear a condom. her ass is not listening.
• she cum's inside on accident often. if it wasn't for the birth control you would be paying for 8 future college funds right now.
• favorite sex positions : face-off, doggy style, cowgirl.
• surprisingly sadistic, she won't admit it but loves it when you cry on her cock. 
• she can last at least 5 rounds before getting tired, but if you've been a brat she's not stopping till you pass out. 

se-mi

• se-mi honestly strikes me as average, nothing special but she makes up for it with skill.
• it's a little on the shorter side but very thick. maybe 4.9 inches soft, 5.2 erect. 
• she's rocking a prince albert and a pubic piercing, you can feel it too. 
• circumsized. 
• she trims down there once in awhile to keep it neat. 
• she masturbates often, mainly to selfies you send her or the thought of you.
• "hey pretty girl, can you send me a voice note real quick?" she'd text you while you're at work. 
• she would be an absolute menace, this bitch will use it often.
• "come on baby, just a quickie? the bathroom is empty..."
• outside of the games she really likes morning sex, wakes her all the way up. during the games she fucks you during lights out. 
• gets all pouty when you make her wear a condom, but does it regardless. 
• she can last a solid 3 rounds, but usually ends up lazily eating you out afterwards.
• make sure to pull her off when you're ready, she'll easily overstimulate you without trying. 
• favorite sex positions : missionary, table top, cowgirl. 

saebyeok

• above average, she's so nonchalant about it too.
• it's long and slightly girthy at the base, but thins out to an upwards curve. I'd say 5.4 inches soft, 5.7 inches erect.
• uncircumsized. 
• just like no-eul she does not care for trimming, and probably still won't if you mention it. 
• never considered masturbating before, always putting her family before everything else. 
• when you both start dating is the first time she gets an actual sex drive, then she's dangerous. 
• "_____. can we try this position tonight?" she'll casually show you an image from google. 
• loves experimenting, 1000% a service top and will study what makes you go dumb on her cock.
• probably the only responsible one, wearing a condom every time. she already has a family to take care of. 
• she'll be really soft sometimes, talking you through it.
• "does that feel good? I'll do it more often."
• she can last maybe 4 rounds, but will still end up fingering you in the end because she's not satisfied. 
• outside of the games she likes to fuck you after a long day, during the games she silently drags you to the bathroom during lunch. 
• "hey, come with me."
• favorite sex positions : missionary, cowgirl's helper, flat-iron. 

hyun-ju

• actually be careful this girl will tear you apart oml.
• it's long and crazy thick, like she will stretch you out it's not even funny. 6.9 inches soft, 7.4 inches erect.
• circumsized. 
• she keeps it really clean, trims often and there's only a little patch of hair above it most of the time.
• doesn't masturbate at all, can only really enjoy her cock when it's inside of you.
• when you both start dating she's really shy with it.
• "I..I'm sorry if I make you uncomfortable but..can we maybe..have sex?" 
• she's so nervous and gentle for the first couple times, then becomes a total freak. 
• "yeah? gonna cum for unnie? beg for it pretty girl, tell me what you want."
• she's a service top most often, but if you're bratty enough she'll be hella greedy and mess you up.
• she loves hitting it raw, the connection makes her really happy.
• you tried condoms but she always gave you those puppy dog eyes, so you gave in. 
• talks you through it, she won't shut up until you start crying on her cock. 
• she can last 7 rounds on a good day, stamina really high from military training. 
• outside of the games she really likes shower sex, during the games she prefers to grind on you during lights out. 
• "shhh, quiet down baby..be good for me."
• favorite sex positions : leapfrog, scoop me up, missionary. 

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I'm well aware none of you would actually cheat on her, you'd have to be insane. but in the case someone is crazy enough to cheat on her?

shes pissed.

she was already iffy about letting you go out with your friends that night, a popular club in seoul just opened and you wanted to try it out for a girls night out. you stood in the living room of her apartment wearing the shortest mini-skirt imaginable gripping your thighs and a crop top tight around your chest.

"not happening." she'd say, almost immediately. se-mi would fuck with it if she was going out with you, but tonight she was ready to go to bed. however, you were always able to sweet talk her into getting your way. a couple kisses and letting her cop a feel here and there had her putty in your hands.

"I'll be back later baby! don't wait up, k?"

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se-mi in fact did wait up, and waited some more. glancing up at the clock at around 3am, 2 hours after you said you would be back. she was more confused than upset. you were always so good for her, this was nothing like you. she honestly was worried you got into some trouble with someone drunk or lost, so she grabbed her keys and revved up her motorcycle. 

when she finally made it to the club she couldn't find you at first, almost panicking. but eventually found one of your wasted friends, drunkenly pointing her towards the bathroom. you can imagine her face when she found you tipsy, full-on making out with some random bitch in the corner.

"____." she would say, darkly. the equally drunk girl currently inching her hand towards underneath your skirt boredly glancing back at her. "ha? can't you see we're bu-" se-mi shut her up real quick with a punch to the jaw. girlie sobered up soon enough and was about to square up before she got a glimpse of se-mi's face, just screaming 'try me.'

your short lived scissor sister spit out some blood towards the ground, before rolling her eyes and limping out of the bathroom. "you're not worth my time.." she mumbled under her breath on her way out, refusing to admit se-mi rocked her shit. 

it was just the both of you, when she glared at you disapprovingly. honestly you were kinda out of it, but just aware enough to know you fucked up. "s-semi ! omg I swear it's not what it looks like, I didn't even realize.." she nodded along, smiling a little too wide. 

"so this is what you came out here to do? fuck around and find out?" she barked out bitterly. cornering you in the bathroom, she pushed her messy hair out of her face and took in your figure. disheveled, glaringly obvious hickies on your neck. 

she was acting scary and you were starting to shake, "I-I..I'm sorry!" se-mi looked down at you, stopping right in front of you, a breath away.

"you were desperate enough to fuck another girl, right ____?" she sighed out, furrowing her eyebrows. you were about to question what she was getting at, before her hand reached out and grabbed your neck. 

she gripped it hard enough to stop you from speaking, and left little room for you to breath. her hand replaced the girl's from before, reaching under your mini-skirt.

"since you want to slut yourself out so bad, you won't mind me using you, huh?" she laughed dryly, pulling your panties to the side. 

you tried to gasp out half-assed apologies, but no words would come out right. she was completely and utterly in control. 

she took three fingers and shoved them inside without warning, fucking you aggressively. you almost squealed, instinctively shoving yourself into the wall to get away. she let you, only to take another step towards you, closer than before. your eyes started tearing up, her fingers only growing faster with the pent up rage inside. 

"awwww poor baby, why are you crying? didn't get what you wanted? didn't get to fuck some whore in the club while your poor girlfriend waits for you to get home? you're in so much trouble, sweetheart." she whispered into your ear, gripping your neck tighter. your vision was starting to get blurry from tears and the lack of air. 

se-mi noticed this and loosened her grip, only to slam her lips onto yours before you can breathe. pulling you into a bruisingly rough kiss, all teeth and tongue. after the shit you pulled tonight? you're lucky she didn't rush you home and used the strap. 

you were growing close, unconsciously bucking back into her hand. se-mi pulled her lips away and moved her mouth towards your neck. glaring at the former hickies in disgust, she leaned in and bit into your skin, hard.

you screamed out, her teeth drawing blood, leaving a large bite-mark.

bystanders outside didn't dare come in, knowing someone was definitely getting dicked down, or in this case, fingered up. 

she pulled back, teeth dyed with blood. "look at that baby~ now I've ruined you for any other hoe that tries to touch what's mine." she smirked, still pissed as hell. 

it was too much, you were on the edge, fucked out mewls leaving your mouth rapidly, before it just..stopped. se-mi felt you grip her and swiftly pulled her fingers out, leaving your cunt pulsing. your tears fell rapidly, frowning and ready to curse her out for stopping. 

se-mi rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue, pulling away. "what? I'm not going to let you cum just like that, you don't deserve shit tonight." she walked away, looking in the mirror and fixing herself up, before taking out her keys. 

"now be a good girl and fix yourself up, I'm seriously going to mess you up when we get home." she said irritably, taking out her phone. 

it was crazy how fucked you were, and even crazier how much you wanted more. 

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no-eul

• no-eul is hard and rough. 
• she prefers using the strap, but if she's tired she'll finger you.
• her strap is a nice 7 inch, skin-colored. 
• she honestly views sex as a sort of stress relief, taking out all her frustration on her cute little girlfriend. 
• she loves seeing your face while she fucks you up, and will turn you towards her throughout for eye contact. 
• "you like that don't you, slut." she's such a bully.
• wants to make you cry, bad. slaps you here and there, makes sure you know who owns that pussy. 
• long drawn out kisses, grips your neck throughout. 
• really quiet, only letting out a few grunts here and there.
• if you both get into an argument, she's hate-fucking. whether you like it or not. 
• kinks : gunplay, knife play, cnc, impact play, choking, dacryphilia, overstimulation. 

se-mi

• this girl is a damn dog. just fast and messy for no reason.
• she mainly uses a strap, always arguing it reaches way deeper than her fingers. 
• her main strap is a 6 inch, blacked out. (she owns a couple depending on her mood)
• she has such a high libido, and can get into the mood fast just being around you. 
• she views sex as a fun game between you both, fighting for dominance. even though you lose, every. damn. time. 
• "that's it baby, taking me so well.." she's grunts into your ear. 
• soooo loud, moans directly into your ear cause she knows how wet it makes you.
• makes you gag on her strap, loves the power imbalance while she's looking down at you struggling to take it. 
• rough and sloppy kisses, your lips will be sore and swollen.
• will spit in your mouth, that is all.
• sometimes if she's lazy, just shoves your face into her cunt while you eat her out. 
• kinks : overstimulation, impact play, bondage, humiliation.

saebyeok

• so slow and sensual with it, until shes not.
• she prefers using her fingers. likes feeling you grip on her, not plastic. 
• she values discipline, and will slow down if you get too greedy. 
• "everytime you disobey me..I'll go slower, be good." 
• really skilled with her fingers, they're long and thin, and hit deep very easily.
• she views sex as a way of reminding you how good she can make you feel, and how much you need her. 
• values eye contact almost more than no-eul, knowing how much her stare makes you melt. she uses it to her advantage.
• "look away again and I'll stop." she's really intense.
• whispers in your ear how no one will love you as much as she does, fingering you slowly. 
• her sex is always really slow, taking her sweet time. 
• moans lowly, gets embarrassed every blue moon when she lets out a high pitched mewl.
• tease her about it and she's dicking you down hard. 
• she's only fast and aggressive when you make her mad, and at that point she'll leave you sore. 
• "keep crying. you knew what you were getting yourself into." she'd whisper boredly, stopping your 3rd orgasm. 
• kinks : orgasm denial, bondage, somno, dacryphillia. 

hyun-ju

• this sweet baby angel will smile down at you shyly while rearranging your guts. 
• fingers? strap? no she needs you on her cock. 
• slow and passionate kisses, her tongue is really skilled and will leave you breathless. 
• she usually takes it slow, but doesn't mind ruining you if you like it that way. 
• she speaks fluent yapinese, all up in your ear the whole time.
• "your little pussy is so tight baby, can you really take me? you're trying so hard..so cute."
• really wants to push your limits, seeing how long you can take her before losing going dumb. 
• she views sex as validation, reminding her that she was the only girl you'd let touch you like this.
• referencing former headcanons, she rarely wears a condom. hits it raw everytime.
• unnie kink! unnie kink! unnie kink~ call her unnie and she's grabbing you by the hair.
• "mmmm, what did just you call me? such a dirty girl, I think you need to be taught a lesson."
• her dirty talk can be so cheesy but you won't correct her, she's too hot to care. 
• she's bigger than you, almost smothering you with her breasts on accident a few times (you fw it)
• really loud, no matter how hard she tries her moans are loud and needy. 
• kinks : unnie/mommy kink (I don't make the rules), size difference, brat taming, overstimulation. 

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no-eul

• she would definitely isolate you. she's already lost her daughter, a really important part of her life. do you think she's just going to grow so close to someone and let them roam around freely? hah no.
• you have a curfew, she expects you home before night fall. any later will result in a punishment. 
• "I'm not asking for much, ____. this is for your own good."
• never open about her feelings, if she gets upset or sad, she'll either leave to smoke it out or take it out on you (impulsively).
• she won't talk to you for days after arguments, and once you've had enough of her ignoring you she'll make you apologize. whether you were in the wrong or not. 
• "was that so hard? you really need to start listening to me." she would scold, combing her fingers through your hair. 
• verbal abuse. this only happens when she drinks too much though. when she snaps out of it she's really apologetic, buying you your favorite food. 
• scheduled texts, you have to text her at certain times throughout the day to let her know you're ok.
• she won't admit it but she's honestly really scared you might get involved with her mistakes on accident.
• if you were ever approached to join the squid games she would lose. her. mind. 
• during sex, she'll ignore your safeword a few times. getting way too into the moment and keep going, convinced you're fine.
• "fuck..I'm sorry. I got too carried away."

se-mi

• queen of avoiding conflict in the worst ways possible.
• if she makes you upset she'll choose to ignore your emotions, opting to act like everything's ok rather than talking it out. 
• remember how she died? yeah she has trust issues.
• If you don't make it clear where you're going, and who you're going with? she's going to be spamming you. 
• speaking of, leaves your texts on read, even when she's free. it's a bad habit.
• you're expected to answer and text her back every time, and if you don't she gets paranoid. 
• "____! I was worried sick, why didn't you call me back? damn it, I told you about this."
• hides her emotions, will put on a cool facade no matter how she really feels. this leaves such a lack of communication between you both. she won't change. 
• gets violent during arguments. she lets her emotions get the best of her and will grip your skin hard enough to leave nail marks and bruises.
• "my bad, I lost my cool.." she coos apologetically, kissing the blooming bruise on you face after she slapped you. 
• I hate to say it, but cheats at least once. however she was definitely not sober, and it was most likely at a party. she feels really bad about it. 
• pathological liar, I fear she would lie to you about where she was going (joining the squid games) instead of telling you the truth. 

saebyeok

• omg where do I start. well first, she's not open about her emotions at all.
• It's complicated but she's the type that doesn't want to worry you, so she keeps all her negative thoughts to herself. . .which worries you.
• her family is her number 1 priority, and you'll always be 2nd in line. 
• she's bad at texting, so don't expect any responses away from each other. confront her about it and she absolutely won't see the problem. 
• "we talk everyday after work. what's the use of texting if I'll see you later?"
• very antisocial, isn't one for small talk unless it's her little brother. when you finally get her to chat about your days she's uninterested. 
• gives you the silent treatment when you do something 'wrong'. never tells you what it was, and only speaks when you apologize.
• "I forgive you." she'd say lowly, putting her head in your shoulder.
• if you need verbal validation/support she's not the one. she doesn't think about compliments at all really, believing it's already obvious she likes you, so what's the point in saying it?
• after the games, she has frequent night terrors, and when you try to comfort her she'll push you away. 
• "I can handle myself..go back to sleep." she'll whisper shakily, and you just have to let her be. 
• overall just bad with feelings, and indifferent to your anger or sadness if she doesn't see the cause as a serious issue.

hyun-ju

• idk she didn't hit it silly style?? she's a whole green flag lmao.

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fed-up was an understatement, saebyeok was furious. 

why? oh nothing much. only the fact you've been spending more time with a random from work compared to your own girlfriend.

you worked a simple office job. typing away at the computer everyday, and at some point you hit it off with your 'really sweet' coworker. se-mi? whatever her name was. 

saebyeok really didn't care in the beginning, just nodding along as you told her about your day, mentioning se-mi and moving on. but only weeks later, all you did was hang out with her after work. whether it be going to the mall, eating out, or even walking through the park. these were supposed to be the hours you cuddled with saebyeok, in her arms.

everytime saebyeok texted you in the late hours of the night wondering where you were, it was always the same, 'oh don't worry baby, I'm out with se-mi!' bullshit. she fought every bone in her body not to go out there and pick you up herself. 

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saebyeok currently sat on the couch in the living room, with you settled between her thighs. where you belong. 'finally. a silent weekend together.' she thought, wrapping her arms around you, leaning over your shoulder. oh, great. "____. who are you texting?" she asked, already knowing the answer.

you shrug your shoulders and kept typing your response to a previous text, "just se-mi, actually, she wants to go to that new ice cream parlor later today!" you exclaim excitedly, smiling down at the screen. saebyeok gritted her teeth and tightened her hold. you noticed this and looked away from your phone, "hm? you alright baby?"

"no." she spat out, narrowing her eyes at your phone. "I'm tired of sharing my girlfriend." your eyes widen before rolling them, "oh please, se-mi is just a really good friend! can't I have friends anymore?" you ask playfully, but nothing about saebyeok expression said she was playing. "oh..are you being serious?"

a ding from your phone sounded, breaking the tension. you look down and see a new text from se-mi. 'see you in 30? I'm bored haha' both you and saebyeok read it at the same time, and before you could respond she slapped the phone out of your hand. "hey!" you exclaim annoyed, getting ready to pick it up. 

saebyeok yanked you back down in between her legs and held you there bruisingly tight. "you're not going anywhere." she stated, like it was fact. "saebyeok you're being so unfair! let go!" you whine, trying to shove her away. her slender frame was surprisingly strong, not moving much at all from your struggling. 

she trapped you in her hold, arms and legs working overtime to keep you down. "I'm not playing with you today ____." she hissed out, forcing your head towards hers. her eyebrows were furrowed, a frown painted on her plush lips. "I'm going to let go. I swear if you grab that phone, I'll make you wish you didn't."

as she said this, she relaxed her frame and moved her arms to the side. you huff and lean off of the couch for your phone, "I know you're bluff-" 

a sudden weight tackled you too the ground, arms being roughly pinned to the carpet. "hey, get off!" you exclaimed more annoyed then panicked, while saebyeok was eerily silent. she ignored you and bent her body over yours, doggy style formation. you would've laughed about it too if the air wasn't so thick. 

"..saebyeok?" you questioned cautiously, looking over your shoulder. she glared back down at you before suddenly gripping the back of your neck. "huh?" you gasped out, her hold scarily strong. "you can't leave if you can't walk. right?" she questioned, playing with the hem of your skirt.

"w-what are you getting at?" you huffed, growing increasingly confused. it was her turn to roll her eyes, before tugging your skirt and panties down in one pull. you pulled your legs together briskly in shock, the sudden cool air hitting your warm cunt. "oh no no no! sae we are not doing this!" you said bucking back at her, trying to get up. "I'm going to be late!"

"too noisy." she sighed, slapping her hand over your mouth. as you screamed muffled complaints, her free hand swiftly yanked down her grey sweatpants, pooling at her knees. sae's black boxers were being strained by her cock, obviously getting turned on by your struggling.

your squirming slowed down, realising there was truly no escape from this situation. once sae made a decision in this relationship, it was final.

"you get it now?" she asked, already lazily grinding her boner on your ass. you were so mad at her, you bit your tongue and ignored her.

"ha?" she barked out, squeezing your neck harder for a few seconds, cutting off your air supply. when she let go, you heaved out a desperate, "fuck! fine-fine!!, I'll stay home ok? just get off!" you were sure she would finally listen, but the way you looked back at her with those big teary eyes set something off. 

wordlessly, saebyeok quickly lowered her drawls, lining up her heavy cock towards your ass. "no. you need to remember who you should be spending all your time with." before you could argue, she shoved it in, every inch. you whined out, gripping the carpet and trying to crawl away, only to be yanked backwards as she started pounding into you. 

her thrusts were quick and rough, just like the other times she was pissed, which was often. hunching over you to get even deeper, her face reached your neck and bit down hard. "bitch!" you yelled out of reflex, getting a warning slap to the face in return. "watch it." she whispered into your ear, licking at the deep bite mark on your skin. 

her hands gripped your hips, using and manipulating your body at her will. you were nothing but her bitch currently, since you didn't know how to act like a girlfriend. sinful drawn out moans and saebyeok's deep grunts filled the living room, a symphony of pure unfiltered sex. until...

ring !

ring !

ring !

your heart stopped. glancing over at your phone, slowly making out se-mi's contact through blurry eyes. getting your back blown out making it hard to read. saebyeok glanced over after you and grew even more pissed, if that was possible. before she came up with an idea. she stopped her brutal pace for a moment, reaching towards your phone, and answering the call herself. 

you were about to curse her out before- "hey ____! you didn't text back, I'm at the park like we planned, you on your way?"

you look up at saebyeok pleadingly, but her eyes held no remorse. "talk." she mouthed, putting the phone down and pulling both of your wrists back. 

"h-hi se-mi! sorry, I had a little trouble but I'll b-" you gagged on a moan, saebyeok picking up her pace again while you were talking. evil fuck. "____? you alright?" se-mi asked on the line, sounding worried. you coughed through another whine before speaking, "y-yeah, I'm fine j-AH! ah? achoo! oh haha, mmmngh- just a little sick! I c-cannn't make it..m' sorry." 

you were ready to die at this point. almost positive se-mi could hear you getting your cheeks clapped over the call. she only let out an understanding hum, "hmmm..alright then, sorry you don't feel so well! let me know when you feel better alright? we can go then!" se-mi replied earnestly, you could hear her smiling. you really didn't deserve her. 

you could feel saebyeok growing impatient, already sick of hearing your little friends voice.

she harshly slapped your ass in warning, "wrap it up." she whispered, fucking into you even harder, putting her left leg up as a support. "t-hanks se-mi, I'll taalkk Ngh-! to you later, bye." with that saebyeok slammed her hand on the end call button. 

"so that's who you've been ditching me for? I thought you were better than this." she remarked boredly, rearranging your guts. "s-shut up!" you pathetically croaked, eyes rolling back and drool dumbly dripping from your lips. saebyeok let out a slight snicker, amused by just how fucked you were for her.

but in all honesty, she was getting close too. your ass was so tight it was clenching her insanely snug. "fuck.." she sighed, picking up the pace. your face fell to the floor, her cock becoming too much and the reality of calling your friend while getting destroyed settling in. "ah! ah! fuck!!! hah-nghhh..d-damn youu!" you sobbed out. 

"im close." she remarked lowly, ignoring your curses and fucking into you like her life depended on it. she held your wrists bruisingly tight, skin turning black and blue underneath. 

you both fucked for what felt like only a few moments before she reached her climax, "hnnngg" she groaned softly, filling your fucked out body with her cum. you followed soon after, screaming out as you came, dripping onto the worn out carpet. you were spent, and confused as to why saebyeok..didn't pull out?

once you caught your breath you looked back at her weakly, "why.." she tilted her head, "you thought we were done?" your eyes widened in fear. "I-I can't take anymore!"

she smirked darkly, grabbing your chin, leaning inches from your face.

"I'm going to fuck you until you can't remember that bitches name. get comfy."

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"no-eul? again..?" you slowly walked into your shared bedroom, closing the door behind you. dropping your bag on the ground, you sigh.

"fuck ____. I didn't know you were coming home early." she said casually, slightly irritated you didn't announce your arrival. the tip of her razor blade dripping crimson, falling onto the towel she placed under her arm on the bed.

you've both have been here before, the smell of iron filling the air was nothing short of nostalgic. 

you sit on the edge of the bed in front of her and let out a heavy breath, "my bad, it's been a really long day. this guy came in drunk and caused a scene." you recalled him coming during your lunch break earlier in the day, screaming about a strange man offering him a spiked piece of bread. really weird shit. 

no-eul hummed, eyes sharp, focused on her arm. she swiftly swiped the razor across the back of it, blood pooling out of the semi-shallow cut.

you watched, eyes softening. "you know I don't like it when you hurt yourself." she looked back at you, blinking slowly. "could say the same for you." no-eul reached her healed arm and wrapped her hand around your wrist, pulling up your long-sleeves slightly, revealing cuts even deeper than hers.

you furrowed your eyebrows before looking away, "no class.." she laughed dryly at this, "you asked for it." 

you both sat in silence for a moment, your hands twitching in anticipation. "you want too, don't you?" she asked, wiping her blood off of the razor with a tissue. you look away, "I shouldn't, this is my longest clean streak.." she nodded, acknowledging it. "I won't force you." 

you tried to keep a sense of normalcy, but seeing her like this brought flashbacks. "hey, no-eul?" she paused and tilted her head, "yeah?" you played with your fingers and your face grew incredibly warm. "can we do..what we did last time?" 

her eyes darkened, "are you sure, ____? I don't want to hurt you on accident." she questioned boredly, motioning you to come closer. you crawled towards her on the bed and shook your head, "its ok..it feels good when you do it." she carefully wrapped her strong arms around you, pulling you into her lap. "then I'll do as I please." she said, wasting no time in using you just how you liked it. 

no-eul raised her fresh cuts towards your mouth, "lick." your face grew flustered as timidly you cleaned them with your tongue, her blood filling your mouth. you shamefully loved the taste of her blood, something that took you a long time to admit in your relationship, rightfully so. 

luckily for you she didn't mind it, considering her blood just another way to claim you. she was so so possessive, her name carved into your lower back showcasing this. you were both entirely fucked for each other.

she hissed, laying back on the headboard of the bed. in a matter of minutes, you had licked her arm clean, cuts already slowly closing up.

"good girl.." she breathed out, sitting up and pulling you into a deep kiss. her tongue shot into your mouth with no grace, immediately claiming it as her own. she held her throat while she kissed you, squeezing slightly wherever you tried to pull away for air.

when she felt you really couldn't go any longer, she let you pull away to breathe. gasping for air, you looked up at her with hazy eyes. you're so in love. 

no-eul reached over and grabbed the razor blade on the bed, meticulously sliding it lightly across your clothed thigh. "take off your pants for me, 자기." you swiftly sat up in her lap, unbuckling and pulling your jeans down. she tossed them across the bed, before looking down at your exposed thighs.

countless cuts littered them. some from her, some from yourself, all different shapes and sizes. no-eul gazed at them lovingly, swiping her hands gingerly across your scarred flesh.

"you're so beautiful." you shook your head, grabbing her empty hand on the bed and holding it softly, "not as pretty as you, unnie."

without warning she pressed the blade onto your left thigh, swiping quickly and cutting a wide slit. you almost screamed out, more from shock than anything, before she slapped a hand over your mouth. you whines were muffled, tears pricked your eyes.

"shh, it's ok. you made me really happy just now, I got too excited. sorry." she whispered into your ear apologetically, swiping the blood with her thumb and bringing it to her mouth.

she didn't like the taste of blood, she loved the taste of you. 

you both sat in silence, as she gave you the time to calm down. no-eul was fully expecting you to tell her to stop, call it quits for today. but once your cries stopped, you needily pulled her blade wielding hand towards your right thigh, "please."

she smirked at this, "you're really sick, you know that love?" she questioned mockingly, already knowing the answer.

she quickly got to work, swiping several small cuts on this one. "everytime I cut you, tell me you love me." she whispered lowly. swipe, "I love you! " swipe, "I love you so much!" this went on until you were panting, either from the blood lost or the excitement.

leg unrecognizable, blood too thick to recognize what cuts were old and what was new. 

she finally let up, dropping the bloody blade onto the bed, not giving a fuck about the sheets. "I can't take it anymore." she groaned, sliding your panties to the side.

"no-eul? wha-!" she roughly shoved two fingers into your cunt, already wet from her hurting you. you whined out, instinctively squirming in her lap to get away from the sudden intrusion. 

she gripped your neck roughly, "stop struggling, take my fingers like a good little slut." she spit harshly, speeding up her strokes. your pathetic whines filled the room, squirming uncontrollably in her lap. 

"fuck..you look so good like this ____. at my mercy, can't even take my fingers. such a weak cunt, all for your sweet unnie, yeah?" she mocked, bullying her slender fingers deeper inside of you. finally reaching that special spot, abusing it. "unghh! unniee, hah! hnn! I-I'm gonna cum-" she tightened her grip on your neck, almost cutting off your air supply. 

"cum for me." 

it was all too much, and before you knew it you were squirting all over the bed. a large wet spot growing underneath you. you covered your eyes, crying from the embarrassment. no-eul looked down, kissing the back of your neck tenderly. "you did so good for me baby, I love you." 

you sniffle and nodded, turning around and kissing her cheek, "I love you too." 

she smiled softly, a smile reserved for you, only. "pretty girl..let's get you cleaned up."

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no-eul

• she strikes me as the type that definitely free-bleeds, probably wears a hyper specific type of underwear during hers.
• so when you ask her to go buy you pads/tampons? honey she's lost.
• she'll send you 1000 pictures of every item, "is this the right one?" it's really sweet but a little frustrating. 
• gets really soft, especially when you’re cramping.
• she's the first to grab the heating pad and cuddle you.
• "I know it hurts, don't worry. I'm here for you, alright?"
• sets up a period tracker for you, so she knows exactly when to be on her best behavior. 
• remembers a few tea remedies from north korea, and brews them for you one by one. tracks which soothes you the most.
• when it's not her inflicting it, really hates seeing you in pain. 
• "shhh, It's ok. breathe for me."
• this is probably the most gentle she'll get in the relationship so cherish it. 

se-mi

• she's definitely a tampon girlie, so if you use anything different let her know before she goes shopping. 
• if you get really emotional, she'll be there to ground you and hold you while you calm down.
• "I know I know, deep breaths for me baby."
• addressing the elephant in the room, she's going to become an actual vampire. will eyp.
• "enough of that 'it's dirty' talk ____! let me make you feel good..I'll be gentle."
• please let her eat you out or she'll be really pouty. 
• buys you a whole lotta chocolate, she does not play about the cramp theory.
• will be really sweet with things like breakfast in bed and massages, just wants you to be comfortable.
• rubs your stomach, "it's like you're having our baby lol", feel free to slap her.
• kisses you constantly, gotta keep that reaffirmation of love hanging in the air. 
• just all around sweet and attentive, shes a good girlfriend. 

saebyeok

• she's got the best intentions...just a little clueless.
• definitely has a light period, probably barely noticeable for her. if yours is heavier she'll be lost.
• "you're bleeding way too much..I'm calling 119." stop her !!!
• you're gonna have to give a little tutorial on how to take care of you, she's gonna take notes too. 
• once she finally has it down, you're as good as gold.
• all your sanitary needs are met, shes way more affectionate than usual, laying at the foot of your bed all the time like a guard dog.
• she'll let you tease her more, and instead of rolling her eyes she'll nuzzle into your neck. 
• "I'll let it slide for now..but I will punish you when you feel better." she'll whisper, and shes not bluffing. 
• literally becomes a cat? lays across your stomach to warm you up. 
• "I read somewhere body heat is fairly effective, so I'm trying this method."
• doing her best, kiss her on the cheek and pet her hair please.

hyun-ju

• actually the best at what she does here, my baby has done her research!
• will already notice the signs before you do, and go into mother mode. 
• "baby, your cycle is coming up. are you feeling well?"
• she wants to keep you as warm as possible, wrapping you up in a little blanket burrito wherever you sit/lay-down. 
• takes off work the whole week and urges you to do the same, having plenty of money to do so.
• "I don't want you out there struggling love, lay down for me."
• you can be really spoiled during this time, shes very likely to give you anything.
• sweets? check. kisses? check. hugs? check. literally say the word. 
• you're her sweet baby, and she makes it well known every night while whispering into your ear.
• "I know it can be uncomfortable, but I'm here to kiss it away. see?" chu. "no more pain."
• loves you so so much, before you know it's over and she'll praise you for doing so well.
• actually an angel.

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it was the perfect moment to strike. you cooked her favorite meal for dinner, buttered her up with compliments, and used the softest voice imaginable asking about her day at work. this combo attack was sure to motivate her to spoil you. 

like the little freak you are, lately you've had really frequent dreams, fantasizing about sucking your girlfriends breasts. they're just so soft, so big and bouncy, pressing up against you every night. you've managed to get by, copping a feel every once in awhile just to make her flustered. but you've grown restless, it's not enough anymore. 

"____? are you coming to bed?" she asked shyly, pushing her slightly damp hair out of her face. you've both been together for a year, but she still acted like it's only been a month. getting flustered around you easily, even though you've shared a bed for awhile now. it was really-really cute.

you broke out of your trance, standing in the doorway dumbly. "coming to bed honey~" you hummed, like a cheesy wife from an old sitcom, walking over towards the bed and laying down beside her. hyun-ju smiled, your presence somehow calming her nerves immediately. she wrapped an arm around you and pulled you in closer, "I never got to ask, how was your day love?"

she looked so pretty, the single candle lighting up the room illuminating her face perfectly. "well not much happened really..I um-saw a cute dog at the park earlier!" you said, almost embarrassed you didn't work half as hard as she did.

hyun-ju worked at a really popular flower shop, tending to exotic foliage on the daily, and was recognized all over korea for it. you? you're still a college student..english major at that. pick a struggle, buddy. however, hyun-ju constantly assures you to take life at your own pace, and supports you the whole way through. damn you got lucky.

she hummed in recognition, running her hand gently through your hair. "that's nice, I know how much you love animals haha. we should get a pet someday, hm?" you leaned into her touch and wearing a goofy grin, "I'd really like that alot honestly, it could be our 'baby'" you mused. 

hyun-ju's hand stopped for a moment, her voice growing softer, "but you're my baby.." your face grew in heat, and you looked away flustered. she noticed this and panicked a little, "s-sorry if that was too forward, I just-" you quickly shut her down, putting your hand on her cheek. "no! no, please it's ok, that just made me really happy."

she let out a sigh of relief, shoulders untensing quickly. a moment of comfortable silence hung between you. this was your chance. "y'know, speaking of being your baby..I wanted to try something..."

hyun-ju looked at you curiously, tilting her head, "what is it?"

you mustered up all your strength before giving it to her straight. "I was hoping, I could um..suckonyourbreastsifyoudon'tmindplease." you were almost hoping she didn't understand you, and you'd both just roll over and call it a night. but, she heard every word. 

it was her turn to get flustered, biting her lip and playing with the sheets. "If it's you...I-I want to try it." you thought you didn't hear her right, "did you just..I can?" hyun-ju's cheeks grew red and she nodded, words stuck in her throat. 

you couldn't help but let a excited smile peak out, perv! "thank you for trusting me hyun, I promise if you don't like it I'll stop." she grins, her eyes creasing lovingly, "I trust you." 

with her consent, you got to work. sliding even closer towards her, you began to unbutton her pajama top. it was a pretty pink satin set, one of the two she bought you both to match. you weren't sure how she got so rich, but you never really questioned it. maybe inheritance?

she covered her mouth, looking down at you in anticipation. your hands nimbly stopped, only unbuttoning enough to reveal her chest. "still good?" you ask gently, caressing her cheek. hyun-ju nodded, squirming a little, "y-yes, keep going."

too cute! you couldn't help yourself, greedy hands swiftly pulling her top down her body, her bra-clad breasts falling out gracefully. hyun-ju gasped out, she was always so sensitive. you shushed her, reaching behind her to unclasp her bra. 

being a useless lesbian, you struggled for a few moments, before she put her hand on your shoulder. "allow me.." she said sweetly, sitting up and undoing it for you. you sat up with her, crawling into her lap, "thank you beautiful, goodness you're breathtaking." you breathed out. hyun-ju's face grew even redder, if possible.

growing impatient, you finally pulled her bra away, eyes widening in awe. they sat perfectly, pillowing out on her toned stomach. you reached a hand out to the right one and her flinched. looking back up at her, she only nodded. silently telling you, 'I'm ok.'

'finally' you thought, it was like christmas. you fondled them for a few minutes, trying to warm her up. she moaned and groaned softly, like you were giving her a massage. tension seeped out of her body, and it almost looked like she was going to fall asleep. "stay awake for me. just a little longer, princess." you whispered into her ear.

hyun-ju hummed, opening one eye lazily. you suddenly leaned into her right breast, catching a nipple in your mouth. both of her eyes shot open, sitting up a little more from the stimulation. "o-oh that feels..my goodness." you closed your eyes, sucking a little harder but maintaining a gentle rhythm. 

she whined, the feeling of your tongue too good to sleep through. her hand reached out towards the back of your head, pushing you closer. the other arm wrapping around your body lovingly, you really were cradled in her arms. 

it was so warm, so pure. the smell of the rose scented candle surrounding the both of you like a blanket. hyun-ju sighed into your hair, "just like that baby..you're so good to me." this motivated you to look up at her, shamelessly swirling your tongue around her perky nipple. 

she looked down at you needily, kissing all over your face. her favorite lip gloss leaving the faint scent of peach all over your skin. "such a good girl, aren't you? my perfect baby. you love your mommy, right?" your eyes slightly widened and you nodded, a muffled hum over her skin. during times like these hyun-ju always got unexpectedly bold, it's how you knew she was truly comfortable. 

you then moved to the left one, giving it the same treatment. rolling the already slick former with your thumb, she was seeing stars. at this point, your pleasure came directly from making her melt. this went on for what felt like forever, hyun-ju nearly drooling from the softest kitten licks you gave her. 

"just like that, mama is so proud of you." she praised, rocking you back and forth slowly. something about how small and helpless you seemed in her arms, reminded her of one of the many reasons she loved you. you were so sweet, too sweet to be alone in such a dark world.

she wanted to touch you. hold you. kiss you. so many words yet not enough to portray how much she yearned for you. 

after awhile, you both grew sleepy. she gave you a look, and you nodded knowingly. bedtime. 

she motioned for you to release her tit, and you pulled away reluctantly. hyun-ju grabbed your chin tenderly, guiding you into a slow, sensual kiss. after you both break away, breathless, she laughs lightly. "maybe I'm the weird one. but we should do this more often.." she trailed off, a little timid. 

you shook your head, "you're not weird, this makes us both happy right? so..let's be weird, together."

her eyes softened, "together."

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after fixing her up, you rose and blew out the candle. crawling back into bed. she pulled you unbelievably closer, running her hands through your hair fondly. "good night, baby." you hummed softly, "good night, love." 

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these mfs are probably one of the most insane combinations.

in this situation i'd say se-mi is the one that fell for you first, meeting you at a random bar in seoul. she’s a little bit of a player, approaching you fairly quickly after entering.

”you came alone? let me keep you company, cutie. it’s dangerous all by yourself haha.”

you guys hit it off pretty fast! she even bought you a drink, but you got really tipsy.

one thing after another happened and suddenly you were splayed across her worn-down bed, the scent of alcohol heavy on you both.

safe to say, she fucked you up that night, and the morning after numbers were exchanged. 

as for saebyeok? she comes in a little later, a few months after you met se-mi.

you saw her getting chased down for pickpocketing and ushered her into your car for cover. anybody else and she would’ve ignored you, but you wore a stupid grin that told her you were safe enough.

however, she didn't trust you at all and gave you a death stare the whole ride.

you almost thought she was mute before she uttered a quiet 'thank you’ after you dropped her off a few miles ahead.

she suddenly asked for your number to pay back the gas money before leaving. although, she'll never admit it was because she wanted to get closer to you, for a reason she didn’t even understand. 

you drew her in like a moth to a flame, and made her feel a little warm when your hands touched, passing her phone back with your contact.

back to se-mi ! she fell really fast.

she thought you were so sweet and always wanted to go somewhere. whether it be the park or hot-pot.

don't get me wrong shes still dirt poor, but always had enough money to pay the tab.

"don't worry pretty, it's on me." 

saebyeok fell in love with you a little slower, but fast in her own way.

you're the one that invited her over often to hang out, since you wanted to make a friend.

she declined the first couple with obvious excuses, but after trying so hard to get you off her mind she caved, showing up at your doorstep like a stray cat.

sae became a house cat, visiting often either on the weekends, or after stealing to lay low. you scolded her for being so reckless, but never kicked her out.

she likes how kind you are, despite her social status.

quickly becoming spoiled, warming up, and seeking out your physical affection after months of avoiding it.

you always greeted her with a hug when she visited, so now she expects one every. time.

if you ever forget she'll start sulking and grow closed off again.

"…aren't you forgetting something?" her energy bar is literally charged by you. 

now how did both se-mi and saebyeok eventually meet eachother?

you're the one that invited them over at the same time, missing the part where you should tell them the other would be there.

the same day both were going to confess their feelings.

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you’re currently sitting on the couch, looking down like a child in trouble as they stood infront of you. looks of confusion and jealousy of their faces. the tension unbelievably thick.

se-mi had set the large bouquet of roses she bought with her gambling earnings on the coffee table, and saebyeok clutched the gold necklace she stole for you with an iron fist.

“____.” saebyeok said, cutting the silence. she glanced venomously at se-mi, “who is she?” 

se-mi scoffed and crossed her arms, “I could ask the same thing. how do you know my girl?”

 you gulped and looked away nervously, “well i wanted to surprise you both and introduce my friends..to each other.” 

silence again, deafening. 

“you know why I brought these flowers..right ____?” se-mi spoke up first, walking towards you. 

she’d be damned if she lost your heart to some random.

you shook your head cluelessly, before she stopped in-front of you. leaning down, gently taking your collar into her palm, dragging you into a slow, sensual kiss.

your eyes widen, and before you could react, saebyeok ran up to her shoving her away from you. she saw red, “fuck off. she’s mine.” 

her voice came out ragged, almost growling.

se-mi stumbled before catching her footing, eyebrows furrowed.

“no. she’s not. ____ never mentioned having a girlfriend, right?” her scowl softened, turning towards your shaken expression in question.

you nod your head, “you’re right, i’m single..? what’s gotten into you both?” you asked worriedly, tense from the atmosphere.

saebyeok stared at you, a deep frown on her face.

disregarding se-mi, she takes her former position, swiping your lip with her finger, hastily stealing an open-mouthed kiss.

“s-!” you gasped out, her hand behind your head pushing you into her lips, devouring you. 

se-mi stood in shock, physically shaking with anger. 

“bitch!” she yelled through gritted teeth. throwing a punch at saebyeok, who turned around just in time, catching it. 

they began to fight, fists flying and bodies falling back and forth. 

“STOP!” you screamed.

they went still, tangled on the floor. se-mi’s fist still mid air and saebyeok’s hand around her neck. 

you somehow convinced them to sit down and talk, resolving the problem through words.

you were an airhead. only just realizing both had feelings for you, patching them up while listening to them confess. 

“oh goodness..i’m really sorry to you both. i didn’t recognize your feelings at all, no wonder your frustrated.” 

saebyeok glared at se-mi, grabbing your hand with her slender fingers. 

“choose me.”

she looked up from the couch hopeful, seeing a future with you flashing before her eyes. 

se-mi grabbed your other hand, laying her sweaty forehead on top of it. 

“i’ll love you until the end, ____. please, let me be with you.” 

looking between them both, you were torn. picking either would break the others heart, and you didn’t want that.

you let out a shaky sigh, both hands being warmed by their hearts.

“i..i can’t decide. i care about you both so much.”

saebyeok looked up at you knowingly, “you don’t want to hurt either of us, do you?” 

you nodded sadly, pulling your hands away and resting them at your sides.

se-mi sat up, playing with her lip ring in thought.

there was an unspoken conversation between her and sae, glancing at eachother briefly.

”then, i guess—we’ll have to share.” se-mi sighed, falling back on the couch. 

you thought you didn’t hear her right, “h-huh?” 

saebyeok nodded begrudgingly, “it’s the only realistic option. whoever gets rejected will be out for blood from the other…so to save you the stress, accept us both.” 

your face was heated, flustered being an understatement. 

they both wanted you so bad, they would set their own desires aside to make you comfortable.

“well, what’s it gonna be, pretty girl?” se-mi asked gently, quirking a small smile.

saebyeok stared at you, silently praying you wouldn’t leave her.

you finally nod wordlessly, bringing them both into your arms.

”I accept.” you say softly, smiling in relief between their shoulders.

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life honestly isn’t that much different afterwards!

they both kept their distance from eachother, only talking to the other about you. 

“i’m at the sex store, what size strap should i buy for her?” se-mi asked casually over the phone. saebyeok replied shamelessly, “the biggest one.” 

their schedules also didn’t line up at all, so when you weren’t with se-mi, you were with saebyeok. 

it was almost laughable how different they were. sae loved cuddling, deep slow kisses in the middle of the night while se-mi was out scamming.

during the day, se-mi loved being touchy and copping a feel whenever you allowed it, fast rough sloppy make out sessions while saebyeok was out stealing. 

it surprised you how neither seemed to get caught, but you learned through hushed whispers one night that they vowed not to get you into any trouble for their crimes.

the first one to do so will willingly remove themselves with shame. 

all of your needs are met, and you’re constantly loved. 

in the end, it was chaos and love woven together, but somehow, you found balance.

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hello readers !! ty for enjoying my writing, i’ve been having a lot of fun interacting with yall frfr.

honestly didn’t expect my work to get this much attention, being an a-lvl gooner has its perks huh (𐙚𓁹󠁘؂𓁹 )人 

i made a twitter for freaky art in general/based on my fanfictions, and deranged lesbian yap. if ur into that, follow me.

it’s @www_76433 just like my ao3, and i already drew hyun-ju from chap 9. see you there (~‾∇‾  )~

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in the case hyun-ju wins the squid games, she's going to be ballin'!! immediately pays off her debt and renting a decent apartment in seoul.

thailand is the goal but she wants to settle down for a while in korea before she starts making moves. surviving a killing game leaves behind a hell alotta of trauma, and she's not making any rash decisions before working through it. 

however, even with her continued treatment and having supposedly everything she wanted it, it got lonely quick. hyun-ju never really dated before, too focused on the army or her transition to have the time. but with her debt paid off and no immediate stress weighing on her back, she felt empty. 

this is where you come along!

one lonely spring night she caved, downloading a sugar-dating app. she mindlessly scrolled, looking for a cute girl to spoil. this way, she thought, they wouldn't want to leave because shes trans..if she had the money to make them stay. it was a way better alternative than getting her heart potentially broken in a 'normal' relationship. 

her profile was pretty vague, just a headshot from her old job and her age. hyun-ju had zero to no hope anyone would actually show interest in her, being a little older and less experienced with this sort of thing, before she got a ping. checking the notification frantically, it read '____, has swiped right! check her out <3'

you were so cute.

her eyes visibly widened when she clicked on your profile. glancing over your description, 'hello everyone! i'm a college student currently looking for a beneficial relationship. i'm open potential sugar mommies, please approach me~' hyun-ju didn't hesitate for a second, opening the new chat between you both and hesitantly making the first move.

hyun-ju : hello..you swiped right on me right? sorry if it was an accident. but it not, i'd like to make arrangements with you.

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____ : oh don't worry! it wasn't a mistake, i think you're just the cutest. hyun-ju is a really nice name ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)

that was fast. her heart was beating out of her chest, cute? you thought she was cute? hyun-ju gulped, even the way you texted was adorable to her. she wanted to get closer to you. 

hyun-ju : well, thank you. you're very sweet..do you really not mind my age? i read that you were in college, i don't want to make you uncomfortable. 

____ : haha, really..so thoughtful. please don't worry, i prefer older woman anyways! you're in seoul? i commute to snu everyday. maybe after class we can meetup?

hyun-ju : ah that would be nice, i'm free whenever you are. anything you want to do is on me, ok? i know how expensive university can be. 

____ : too cute, i can already tell we'll get along pretty. I get out at 5 and we can head to my favorite cafe! that sound nice?

hyun-ju kicked her feet excitedly, sprawled across her bed. you sounded so eager to meet her, even with so little information. you said she was pretty and it went straight to her head, throwing away all reason that you could be buttering her up for her money. she had an astute feeling this was a genuine connection, and you did too. 

hyun-ju : sounds perfect. i'll go to bed now so i bring my best tomorrow. don't stay up too late ok? i'm very excited to meet you ____. 

____ : I won't~ sweet dreams hyun ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

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she was waiting inside of the cafe you told her to meet you at, barely containing her excitement. she showed up 10 minutes early, dawning a flowy yellow dress for the weather and a matching purse. she wanted to make a good first impression. 

she waited silently, scrolling on her phone anxiously. what if you decide you don't like her? what if you change your mind? these thoughts swarmed her head until she looked up just in time, seeing you smiling at her from the entrance. 

a kind waitress escorted you to her table, in the back of the cafe away from prying eyes. hyun-ju smiled shyly, laying her phone down on the table. "h-hello! it's nice to meet you in person." she said, timidly reaching out to shake your hand. 

you sat down in front of her, shaking it gently. "the pleasures all mine cutie, i absolutely adore your outfit."

hyun-ju blushed, looking away and waving her hand. "no-no it's really nothing, i just tossed it on haha." she spent an hour in her closet btw. you rolled your eyes playfully and grinned, "well i think it's adorable, i'm sorry i didn't dress up though. had an exam today..what a drag.." you drawled off embarrassed. 

she quickly shook her head, placing her hand over yours on the table. "please don't be, even now you're very pretty." her face was on fire, speaking so freely while being so shy was something you could only make her do. 

you both finally settled in, making small talk before talking about how you wanted this relationship to go. hyun-ju ordered a few of your favorites for the both of you, eating away casually. she loved your taste, complimenting it after every pastry. 

the ground rules were set fairly quickly. you both were open to almost everything, and the lack of boundaries you wanted to set between her was flustering. 

"y-you'd be ok with kissing? and..that? are you absolutely sure?"

you giggled, swirling your straw in your strawberry milkshake languidly. "this is your first time isn't it? every sugar relationship is different, and mine come with just about everything you'd find in a normal one. if the vibe is right, i don't mind at all." you look up from your drink, "especially with you."

hyun-ju was stunned, and a little jealous that she wasn't the only one you've listed these terms with. she'd try her hardest to become your favorite, definitely having the money to do so. 

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since then, it's been months since you and hyun-ju started this affair. she was still shy at times, but has opened up to you greatly. going as far as to talk about her treatment with you, as you listened intently. 

almost every other day she took you out somewhere, having way too much free time on her hands. however tonight, you were both having a sleepover at her apartment to switch things up. it was huge, way bigger than your tacky dorm room, but she got flustered when you mentioned it. "i-it's really not that great."

a few hours in, you both ended up on her couch watching a romance movie, your choice. the lights were off, and the popcorn sat between you both created a little distance. but her hand still managed to find and lay on your thigh. you were always the touchy type, and it may have rubbed off on her just a tad. 

it felt like a usual meeting, light-hearted with banter throughout the movie filling the silence, until it got to the token sex scene. hyun-ju immediately went silent, eyes glued to the screen as the two main girl leads engaged in a sloppy makeout session. 

you noticed this, and decided to do what you do best. tease.

"hm? unnie, are you ok? is it too much?" you whispered, leaning into her. her breath hitched at the closeness, quickly shaking her head. "no, i'm just f-fine.." but her face said otherwise, even in the dim light of the tv screen you could recognize that faint blush anywhere.

you 'innocently' pushed the popcorn aside, scooting closer to her on the couch. "really? you don't look to hot.." you say in false concern, laying a hand on her forehead. taking this opportunity to somehow slip onto her lap. 

hyun-ju gritted her teeth and hissed, feeling your ass pressing against her arousal. she knew your games, and she wasn't oblivious. the scene on the screen only got more intense, kissing turning to near fucking when one girl starts dry humping the other. 

seeing this, you smirked before grinding down on hyun-ju. she grunted, hands instinctively grabbing your hips. "____..I know what y-you're doing! i want you too but..i don't want to hurt you." she groaned softly, trying to get a grip before she let her desires take over.

you rolled your eyes, leaning over her shoulder and biting her ear. "you think i'm that weak huh? i can take it, love. be a big girl and show me what you got."

there must've been something laced in your hushed remark that set her off. immediately picking you up and tossing you on the couch, trapping your legs between her thighs. "you're too cute for your own good.." she whined, leaning down and intertwining her fingers with yours.

her hips bucked back and forth grinding against you, desperately chasing the frictions you started. her eyes searching yours pathetically for praise, telling her shes not scaring you. you noticed this and smirked, grabbing her chin and pulling her into a passionate kiss. 

pulling away, a thin string of saliva connected you both. "you're doing just fine pretty, maybe if you can make me cum..i'll let you fuck me for real. " you teased, watching her eyes fill with sudden determination. 

"don't underestimate me." she near growled, stopping her ministrations and yanking your pajama pants down, only to reveal a lack of underwear. her eyes widened, glancing back at you knowingly. "you wanted this from the start, didn't you?"

you shrugged, already grinding into her hand. "guilty as charged, what are you gonna do about it, mommy?"

hyun-ju's widened slightly, "call me that again.." she whimpered, egging you on by entering two slender fingers into your cunt, going at a snail's pace. you jumped at the sensation, but her free hand held your hips down with ease. "please."

"mommy ah!" you moaned softly, moving back into her fingers eagerly, this definitely wasn't her first time, feeling the skill almost immediately. she sped up her fingers, excitedly groping your tits with her free hand. 

"you love mommy right? i'm your favorite..right?" she asked, a clear hint of doubt laced in her words. you nodded breathlessly, leaning just far enough to kiss her damp forehead. "i love you the m-most, hyun-!" her fingers only grew rougher, pushing your shoulders down with her free hand so you couldn't escape. 

it was easily overstimulating, causing you to climax within the matter of seconds. moaning loudly, you made a mess on her fingers. after a few moments hyun-ju slowly pulled them out, licking away your cum like it was honey. 

"goodness, you're so sweet baby.." she sighed, staring down lovingly at your fucked out expression. "was that too much?"

you lazily shook your head, "not enough, i want all of you." you accentuated your words, reaching for her tented sweatpants. hyun-ju sweatdropped, looking down nervously. "you know, you know i'm..different right?" she asked, more worried of scaring you off than anything.

simply nodding, you gave her a gentle smile. "i know, and i don't care. you're still my sugar mommy, right? aren't you going to take care of me.." you give her those big doe eyes, you learned from experience always get you what you want. as expected, she caved, gaze growing darker with lust by the second. 

"i will." she stated boldly, smirking before laying a kiss on your outstretched hand. laying it to the side, hyun-ju swiftly pulled down her pants, revealing calvin klein boxers with a little stain where her tip was. "see what you do to me?" she asks almost embarrassed. 

you grinned, palming her quickly through her boxers, her breath hitching on contact. "all this for me? i'm happy you like me so much hyun." you cuffed your hands in the waistband teasingly, but didn't make a move to pull them down. 

hyun-ju panted, desperation evident on her face. "please." you knew what she wanted, and who were you to deny her? finally pulling her boxers down, her aching cock bobbed freely. she let out a sigh of relief, precum dripping onto your pajama pants.

she quickly got into position, already nearing her breaking point. both hands were on either side of your head to support her trembling body, and her cock loomed menacingly over your stomach. "may i fuck you now? please?" she asked gently, smiling hopefully. 

you nodded, giving her cock a few quick strokes. "you earned it love, fuck me well." hyun-ju grinned, lining up her cock once and for all and plowing into your cunt. her thrusts were rough from the get go, all of your teasing threw gentleness out the window. 

you almost complained brattily about the roughness, but when you looked up and saw her wide-eyed smile staring back at you, you'd let it slide just this once. "fuck y-yes mommy, just like that." you grunted with each thrust, tossing a leg over her shoulder to help her dive deeper into your messy cunt. 

hyun-ju nearly drooled, the feeling of you taking her so well underneath her was so much better than the countless selfies she used as masturbation material. you'll never truly know how much shes wanted you this whole time. "good girl, t-taking me so well!"

looking down with hooded eyes, you noticed something fucking hot, "hell..hyun look at my stomach-ngh!" she glanced down, and couldn't take her eyes away. there was an evident bump where she was thrusting, stretching you out clearly. she moaned at the sight, speeding up excitedly. 

"baby oh my-hah! look at that, I'm s-so deep mm, we're made for eachother" she gasped, swiftly catching your lips and pulling you into a deep sloppy kiss. her hands intertwined with yours, seeking out your touch in every regard at this moment. 

you were fucked all the way out, the sound of rapid slapping echoing off of the lavish penthouse walls. "mommy! i'm so close!" you near screamed, hyun-ju was thrusting even deeper than before if possible, hitting that special spot that had you seeing stars.

"m-me too love, lets cum..together." she said through gritted teeth, shoving her face into your shoulder has you both came at the same time. a melody of whines filled the room, mainly hyun-ju's. riding it out, you grabbed her face and turned it towards you. 

she was a mess, tears streaming and drool covering her lips. wordlessly, she kissed you on the cheek, then the forehead, then the nose, then your lips. "i love you so much." she sighed, still inside. you smiled, running your hands through her messy hair, "i love you too, pretty girl."

hyun-ju gave you a lopsided grin, but still didn't pull out. "can we..stay like this? just a little longer?" you felt so nice, and she didn't want this moment to end. 

"as long as you'd like." you whispered softly, cradling her in your arms until you both eventually fell asleep. 

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no-eul [wolf]

• omg when I tell you she hates her heat cycle, literally the ultimate sign of weakness to her. 
• her hormones are off the charts, and you find her way clingier than usual.
• if you point it out she rolls her eyes, "is it so rare I hold you that you come to such foolish conclusions?" 
• ears constantly twitching in irritation, only coming to a halt when she comes home to you after work.
• she always wants your attention, either holding your waist while you do mundane tasks or nuzzling into your shoulder while you cuddle. 
• goes outside to howl in frustration at night, when shes positive you're asleep.
• you've caught her a couple times, she's so loud the neighborhood is on watch for any wolf sightings. 
• "don't be ridiculous. I'm not in heat.", she says while actively preparing a den on the bed. every pillow in the house is piled up on it. 
• will stay in denial for almost the whole cycle, until she reaches a certain breaking point on the last day, urges heightened due to constant restraint.  
• desperately whining, she's jacking off her aching shaft in your shared bedroom, alone.
• it's by chance you come home early and catch her in the act.
• she'll swiftly  pin you down, without thinking. breathing heavily with her eyebrows furrowed in defeat,
• "just..ugh dammit. l-let me hold you.." 
• safe to say after 4 hours of non-stop sex in every position known to man, "mine, mine, mine, m.." she'll huff into your ear over and over. 
• wolves mate for life, so don't expect to ever leave after this.
• make sure to invite me to the baby shower(s) !!! she wants at least 2 pups. 

se-mi [dog]

• she's not shy about it at all, and warns you her heat is coming a few weeks prior! how sweet!!
• honestly it starts innocent enough, wanting to spend more time with you and frequent kisses/cuddles.
• se-mi is already clingy outside of her heat, so you don't get any red flags. 
• she tells you to start wearing more of her clothes, totally not scent marking you or anything. yeah, totally. 
• she gets a little irritated when you talk to other people though. "____...I'm right here, talk to me.."
• can't resist the puppy dog eyes! she uses them constantly to get what she wants. 
• however she gets way clingier as time goes on, almost glued to your hip when you're together. 
• you're going to be well aware when shes deep in heat, waking up to her frantically dry humping you is a dead giveaway. 
• "h-hnng my bad..I can't help myself, " she'll whine into your back, but won't stop regardless of the shame. 
• if you tell her to stop she'll reluctantly pull away, no matter how badly her instincts are saying otherwise. 
• will grow mushrooms in a corner, or go out to the trenches of seoul to gamble away her sorrows.
• if you don't? she's actually going to devour you whole.
• her tail wags insanely fast after she pounces on you, sharp canines evident in her wide grin. 
• "really?! I can breed you now? it's ok right? please! come on.." literally pawing at your bra. 
• once you say yes she's tearing at everything to see more of you, ferally raking her teeth through your shirt. 
• she adores you, not sure how someone can put so much love in their gaze but she found a way. 
• her stamina is insanely high, so there's no telling how many rounds you have to survive before she knots you.
• once she does you can either fall asleep while the swelling go down or hear her yap about how much she loves you.
• your choice!

saebyeok [cat]

• she tries to avoid it like the plague, trying to somehow convince her body shes not in heat. 
• first signs are her purring more around you, honestly not even noticing until you point it out.
• she'll leave the room immediately, flustered.  
• rubs her cheek against yours, or wraps her tail around your waist while you cuddle. swears it's nothing more than her being affectionate. 
• give it a couple days and she's silently stalking you around the house, narrowed eyes staring intensely at your back. 
• she casually plays with your hair like catnip, and isn't as standoffish as usual.
• try to sneak a picture of any of this and she will take your phone. 
• in the middle of her cycle is when she really loses restraint, giving in after you accidentally left the door open while you were changing.
• the sight of your bare skin. warm and vulnerable. she needed to claim you. 
• she'll make her way behind you stealthily, feeling you up from behind without a word. 
• "I need you. now." she'll near growl, fondling you with her head shoved into your neck.
• if you tease her about it she will hurt you. emotions are heightened and her claws are sharp!
• once you give her the ok, expect to be to be here for awhile.
• her irritation flaring, mainly from not doing this sooner due to pride. but towards you for being too dense to notice. 
• she's really frustrated and pent up, tossing you onto the bed with no grace whatsoever. 
• "you knew I was struggling, didn't you? you wanted this to happen." she huffs, mewling loudly. 
• she's going to fuck you into the sheets until you forget your own name. whining hers like a broken record. 
• her claws will leave light red streaks across your waist, before shoving your head into the pillow. 
• once you're knotted up and absolutely ruined, she's finally at peace for the first time in days.
• collapsing on top of your sweaty body and holding you close. "good job."
• she'll make you swear not to tell anyone you saw her in such a weak state.

hyun-ju [bunny] 

• 'breeding like rabbits' has never been more relevant than right now I fear. 
• she's not going tell you until it's too late, finding it way too embarrassing to be upfront about.  
• you'll find her sniffing you often, her nose gently scrunching up and down, it's honestly really cute.
• "w-what? no, no it's not that time. you just..smell really good." she'll stutter flustered, her ears twitching nervously. 
• one night you both are exceptionally horny, she tries to ignore her instincts and treat it like your usual soft, sweet sex.
• this doesn't go well at all, and her true nature kicks in about halfway. 
• "p-please tell me to stop. it's going to get rough from here, I don't want to hurt you." 
• all it takes is a quick, "don't hold back." and she's all over you. 
• she'll flip you over, teeth sinking into your neck hard enough to draw blood. 
• thrusts will be rough and fast, and if you're not careful she may give you a little whiplash.
• mating is a quick process with her species, so it will only last a max 10 minutes. 
• once you're filled, she licks your messy cunt clean. a subtle way to say how sorry she is. 
• "hush now..just lay back love. let me clean you up."
• she's going to feel sooo bad for going feral, so make sure to cuddle afterwards and tell her it's ok!

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coming back home from work, saebyeok didn't get pounced on at the door, or drowned in kisses like every other day.  

strange.  

she frowned slightly, glancing around the foyer for her usually needy girlfriend.  

it was never this silent when she came home, especially with how hyper you were. with a sigh, she dropped her bag next to the front door and slid off her shoes.  

you were probably asleep, she thought passively. she did tend to come home late,  the nearby convenience store offering longer hours for a higher salary.  

opting out of eating whatever leftovers were in the fridge, sae made her way up the stairs to check on you.  

the hall was silent as well, but gradually making her way to your shared bedroom is when she started hearing you. loud and clear. 

"f-fuck — hah!" you gasped out behind the closed door, muffled moans leaking through the wood. saebyeok froze, staring at it for a moment.  

'is she..' saebyeok thought, slowly putting her ear to the door and listening intently. your whines and grunts only grew louder, noises very telling of what you were occupying yourself with.  

saebyeok's eyebrows furrowed, a disapproving glare painting her face. you were touching yourself. without her permission.  

she thought she made it clear only she could make you feel good, but it seems like you wanted to be hard-headed today. without hesitation, sae gripped the doorknob and swung the door open.  

the scene before her only boiled her blood further, as your body was sinfully sprawled across the bed, hair splayed in every direction, and your sloppy wet pussy on full display.  

two nimble fingers frozen in your cunt, your head shot up at the creak of the door opening. you vastly underestimated how long it would take your girlfriend to get back home from work, eyes wide like a dear in headlights.  

"____." saebyeok started lowly, stalking into your shared bedroom. her piercing gaze had you frozen in place, the porn thread you had open on twitter left playing, filling the tense atmosphere with obscene noises.  

you frantically closed twitter and pulled the sheets up over your body in shame, biting your lip. "o-oh! um, sae..didn't know you were coming home this early." you grinned nervously, as though she didn't just see that shit.  

saebyeok didn't respond, glowering down at you at the foot of the bed. "what did I tell you?" she asked slowly, holding herself back.  

you tilted your head confused, your brain still chasing the high of your ruined orgasm. "uhm, refresh my memory?" you asked hopefully, a sweat drop beading down your forehead.  

she rolled her eyes, abruptly reaching out and swiftly tossing the cover off of your body, leaving you bare again for her eyes only . you gasped out in embarrassment, slick still coating the sheet underneath you.  

saebyeok crawled onto the bed and in-between your legs, harshly gripping both thigh so you couldn't close them. "you know you're not allowed to touch yourself without permission." she hissed, staring down at your glistening folds with a scowl.  

adverting your eyes, you bit your finger guiltily. "s-sorry I just-! I just couldn't wait ok? you've been gone all day and I got..needy." saebyeok didn't respond, glaring up from between your legs.  

"so? you could've called me. no excuse." she said sternly, mercilessly biting into your inner thigh, staring daggers at you. you whimpered, back arching from the bed at the sudden spike of pain. "ow.."  

the ghost of a smirk painted saebyeok face, but her eyes were dangerously narrow, telling you were in for it. her grip on your thighs tightened, fingers digging into your soft flesh as she stared at your exposed pussy with irritation.  

"you know the rules," she grunted, her voice a low rasp that sent shivers down your spine. "you don't get to come until I say so either." you whimpered, your body still throbbing with unfulfilled desire. "I'm sorry, sae...I just couldn't help it," you pleaded, your voice shaky with arousal.  

saebyeok's eyes flashed with a dangerous glint. "you're going to pay for this," she warned, her voice laced with promise. she leaned in closer, her breath hot against your sensitive skin. "and I'm going to enjoy every. second. of. it."  

without warning, she dipped her head and ran her tongue along your slit, tasting you. you cried out, your hips bucking involuntarily. saebyeok quickly held you down, her strong hands pinning you to the bed as she began to devour you with a fierce intensity.  

her tongue explored every inch of your greedy pussy, obnoxiously loud slurping filling the air. she didn't care though, eating you out like it was her last meal. you reached out and gripped her messy black hair to ground yourself, easily growing overstimulated.  

this went on forever. teasing and taunting, bringing you to the edge of orgasm only to pull back at the last second. you begged and pleaded, your body aching for release, but she was relentless in her torment.  

"please, sae...I can't take it anymore," you whined, your voice hoarse with desperation. body slick with sweat, completely ruined by her touch.  

saebyeok lifted her head, her chin glistening with your arousal. "you can and you will," she grumbled. lowering her head again, this time focusing on your clit. sucking and nipping until you were a writhing, begging mess.  

just as you were about to cum, she stopped. a wicked smirk playing on her lips. "not so fast," she murmured, two of her long, slender fingers replacing her mouth. thrusting deep inside you.  

you cried out, your body convulsing around her fingers as she brought you to the brink once more. this time, when she sensed you were close, she didn't stop. instead, she increased her pace, her fingers curling inside you, hitting that spot that made you see stars.  

"f-fuck! fuck!" you squealed, hands flying back to the bed and gripping the sheets.  

your orgasm hit you like a wave, crashing over you and leaving you breathless. saebyeok rode out your pleasure, her fingers slowing only when you were a boneless, sated mess. once your were completely spent, she pulled her fingers out slowly, strings of cum sticking to her digits.  

slowly bringing her fingers to her wet lips, she popped them into her mouth. licking your slick clean off in front of your flustered face. deciding you've had enough, she crawled up your body, her eyes locked on yours as she straddled your waist.  

"remember this next time you want to be slick ." she said, her voice soft but firm. you nodded, your body still tingling with the aftershocks of your orgasm. "I will," you promised, your voice barely a whisper.  

saebyeok leaned down, her lips capturing yours in a deep, passionate kiss. you melted into her, your arms wrapping around her neck as you lost yourself in the taste and feel of her.  

when she finally pulled away, you were breathless and dizzy, body spent. "I love you," you whispered, your voice airy and relieved.  

saebyeok smiled, her eyes softening slightly. "I love you too," she replied, her thumb gently caressing your cheek. "now, let's get some rest. you've had a long day."  

you nodded, a contented sigh escaping your lips as you snuggled into her embrace, ready to drift off to sleep in the arms of the woman you adored.  

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"this way baby," no-eul murmured next to you on the bed, firmly gripping your neck and turning your head over for another heated kiss. her long wet tongue taking over your mouth, claiming it as her own with lustful precision. she was usually a bit more gentle, but she quickly grew jealous when you paid more attention to saebyeok, who was currently leaving feather-like kisses up your shaky thighs.  

your girlfriends didn't take too long to agree to share you, but they always made sure to separate their intimate time with you. tonight was a special case, where neither could hold back without getting a taste of their pretty girl.  

saebyeok noticed no-eul stealing your attention, eyes narrowing in annoyance. she gripped your thighs, roughly nipping at your inner thigh. you jumped with a gasp, disconnecting the kiss with a string of saliva connecting your shiny lips to no-euls.   

"pay attention," saebyeok stated lowly, finally reaching your needy cunt and blowing cool air over it. you squirmed at the sensation, no-eul taking the distraction as an opportunity to slyly ride her hand up under your t-shirt, gripping under your bra.  

you did as you were told, staring down expectantly as she pulled your panties to the side with one slender finger. saebyeok held eye contact, silently daring you too look away again as she opened her mouth, letting a thin line of drool fall from her tongue onto your slit.  

no-eul glanced at her and back at you, lazily groping your breast while whispering into your ear, "you like all this attention, don't you slut?" she questioned darkly, retracting her hand only to pull your shirt up, putting your chest on full display for the two starved women. you bit your lip in embarrassment, watching saebyeok teasingly rub your folds with lidded eyes.  

"answer her," she cooed, "or i won't touch you." her fingers paused on your skin, staring up expectantly. both had their eyes set on you, leaving you light headed from the attention. "i-i love it..." you breathed, "please, more."  

saebyeok thinly smirked at this, before abruptly sinking her tongue into your folds. your back arched off the bed, her wet mouth sloppily devouring you like her last meal. your hands instinctually shot down towards her messy black locks, gripping for dear life.  

no-eul whispered sweet nothings in your ear, trailing her mouth down towards the unmarked skin of your neck. she pursed her lips, leaving butterfly like kisses all over it, love bites littered between each. she loved leaving her mark on you, knowing you'd be ruined for anyone who tried to get close.  

you whined out, thighs slowly clenching around saebyeok's head as she ate you out. her nails dug into your legs, adding a deliciously painful edge to the pleasure. nipping at your clit here and there, she wanted nothing more but to drive you insane.  

admiring her work on your neck, no-eul sighed in satisfaction. leaning down and biting your tit when she noticed you getting lost in the sensations on your cunt. you gasped, glancing at her with your mouth agape dumbly. "wake up princess. we're nowhere near done," she cooed, kissing stray unshed tears from your eyes.  

lying with teary eyes, your body trembled as saebyeok's skilled tongue worked magic on your sensitive cunt. the sensation of her hot breath against your skin, combined with the cool air from the bedroom, sent shivers down your spine. no-eul's hands roamed your body, alternating between gentle caresses and firm grips, leaving you breathless and craving more. 

saebyeok's fingers dug deeper into your thighs carelessly, her nails leaving slight crescent marks that only heightened your arousal. getting lost in the taste of you.  

she groaned against your flesh, the vibrations sending waves of ecstasy through you. no-eul stole your lips once more, roughly but passionately kissing you, stealing the air from your lungs. the mixture of pleasure and pain was intoxicating, pushing you closer to the edge. 

"i-i'm close-!" you rasped out, throwing your head back in bliss. saebyeok took your words as encouragement, increasing her touches with determination. no-eul gazed over your disheveled face, moving a stray strand of hair out of it. 

"go on, come for us," she muttered hotly against your ear, leaving chaste kisses behind it. her soft touches put you over the edge, your body tensed as the first wave of your orgasm washed over you. you cried out, your hands gripping saebyeok's hair tightly as you rode her face in pleasure.  

your sticky thighs clung to her head, trying to hold her in place, but she gently pulled away, leaving you gasping for breath. half of her face was glistening with your juices, before she ran a finger across her face, licking off the residue slowly as you watched her with blown-out eyes.  

no-eul kissed your lips softly, her tongue gently exploring your mouth. "that's my good girl," she murmured, her voice laced with satisfaction. saebyeok moved up your body, her lips meeting yours in a passionate kiss as soon as no-eul pulled away. you could taste yourself on her tongue,  a tangy taste coating your mouth.  

your spent figure was still twitching with aftershocks when no-eul wordlessly slithered her free hand down your body, long calloused fingers replacing saebyeok's tongue. you whimpered, your hips involuntarily bucking against her touch. no-eul watched your face as she began to move her fingers, her eyes dark with lust. she continued to tease your breasts, thumb circling your puffy clit. 

saebyeok grabbed your other breast, squeezing tightly. drawing your attention, you turn towards her with glossy eyes. "never, forget how good i make you feel." she whispered warningly, biting your lower lip, "at the end of the day, you're mine." before you could respond she captured your swollen lips in a binding kiss, a promise.  

the second orgasm hit you harder than the first, your body convulsing as you climaxed. you tried to pull away, the sensation too intense, but no-eul held you firmly in place, her fingers relentless. saebyeok's hands moved to your hips, anchoring you as you rode out the storm. 

as the pleasure subsided, both women moved to envelop you in a warm embrace. saebyeok's head rested on your chest, her breath slow and even. no-eul kissed your forehead, her arms wrapped tightly around you. "we've got you," she whispered, her voice a soothing balm. 

you laid there, sandwiched between your two lovers, sweaty body sated and heart full. the room was quiet, the only sound the soft rustling of sheets and the occasional kiss. you drifted off to sleep, surrounded by the love and warmth of your girls, knowing that you were exactly where you belonged. 

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tired was an understatement.  

you rubbed your eyes while watching a tense hyun-ju urge a pink guard to excuse you both to the bathroom during downtime. you had just survived mingle together, and it was obvious it took a toll on the both of you.  

you just making it during the last round, and hyun-ju losing someone she became acquainted with. you were not going to pry.  

entering the deadly games to crawl out of debt with your girlfriend wasn't on your bingo card for this year, but here you were. on the bright side, you got lucky with how strong she was. you knew of how trained and resourceful she was, but it really shone through the several times she's saved your life so far.  

"love, are you alright?" hyun-ju asked softly, pushing her own frustrations aside to check up on you. you exhaled the last of your disturbances with a weak smile, "as alright as you can be in this situation..." hyun-ju looked down at you sympathetically, grabbing your hand and caressing it soothingly on the way to the girls bathroom.   

once you both arrived, the bathroom was empty, only the sound of stray water droplets dripping from a leaky sink echoing across the walls. the guard took their post outside of the bathroom, leaving you both alone with a sliver of privacy.  

hyun-ju quickly went for the sink, stringing you along behind her. "i'm so glad you're ok," she sighed out, her guarded walls coming down in front of you. she reached over and grabbed some tissue paper, wetting it and wiping the blood off your face.  

"i didn't see you the entire game, i was so worried ____. please, stick to me next time.." she pleaded, hands growing slightly shaky at the thought of losing you. you were always the happy-go-lucky type, but these games have really taught you to take some situations more serious than others.  

watching a man get strangled to death in a room for almost causing the death of four other frantic players gave you whiplash earlier.   

you closed your eyes and hyun-ju ran the makeshift wet rag across the upper half of your face, making sure there wasn't a trace of grime left on your face. "i got lost in the crowd, didn't mean to worry you hyunnie," you used her favorite nickname to lighten the mood a little, and she breathed timidly.  

once hyun-ju was sure that you were clean, she turned towards the mirror and gave herself some attention, doing the same as well as finicking with her bangs. you stood and watched how tense her muscles were, slowly reaching out and gripping her shoulders. hyun-ju glanced at you,  

"something wrong, honey?"  

you wordlessly started giving her a massage, watching her body instantly melt at your touch. her eyes grew a little less wide, and she accepted the massage with no complaints. "you've worked so hard to keep me safe hyun-if i'm being honest, i feel so useless sometimes." you laugh dryly, but there was no humor in it.  

her relaxed eyes widened at this, standing up straight and turning around.  

"baby..look at me," she coos at you lovingly, holding both of your damp cheeks in her warm calloused hands. she wiped a stray hair from your cheek and pressed her lips against yours in a passionate kiss, brimming with adoration.  

"just you being here is enough for me," she breathed, her eyes softening at the flustered expression growing on your face. "do you think i would be able to try so hard without your encouragement? your presence?" she continued, planting another quick peck your forehead reassuringly.  

"you're my light." hyun-ju whispered, dropping her hands from your cheeks to your waist, pulling you into her warm embrace. despite all the blood, sweat, and fear, she still held the faint scent of her lavender body wash from home, filling your senses with a sense of familiarity and home.  

as you shoved your head into her chest, she ran her fingers soothingly through your hair, detangling it with the tips of her black nails. "what could possibly make you feel more needed?" she asked lowly. she didn't know if she was asking you or herself, but it gave you an idea.  

you bit your lip, looking up from her tracksuit, head placed between her breasts. "i have an idea." you say bashfully.  she looked down in wonder, raising an eyebrow, "please, tell me," she murmured, deep brown eyes staring expectantly.  

you took in a deep breath, "well..i noticed how stressed you were after the games, so why don't i help you...relieve it?" you asked, face growing hotter by the second. hyun-ju tilted her head in curiosity, "but i told you, just you being here is-"she paused, your hands traveling down to her hips, rubbing soft circles into them hesitantly.  

"not just with my words..but my actions." you hinted, glancing back pointedly at the multitude of stalls lining the bathroom walls. she stared at you for a few moments, before her eyes widened unbelievably large, a blush creeping across her face. "oh my," she started, glancing back at the bathroom door cautiously.   

she got the hint, hands tightening slightly around you in realization. she won't lie, she has dreamt about your more 'intimate moments' between games, but was this really the right time or place? looking back at you, there was need etched all over your face; eyes lidded with a desire to please, and desperation leaking from your slightly trembling body.   

she came to her resolve rather quickly, her baby always comes first. 

hyun-ju glanced around the empty bathroom once more, before rubbing your cheek tenderly. "are you sure ____? you don't have to prove yourself to me," although the thought of you both blowing off some steam was extremely tempting, she didn't want you to feel forced to provide for her. you nodded reassuringly, leaning into her touch. "i want this hyun. i want you." you near whined, voice not skipping a beat. 

her heart swelled with love, smiling warmly at your fervent desire for her, and her only. hyun-ju raised your hand to her plush lips and kissed the clammy skin, "alright darling, let's do it." 

you grinned at this, giving her one more squeeze before pulling away from her firm hold. you grabbed her hand, and led her silently into the furthest stall to the back, to avoid any interruptions.  

the metal door clicking shut behind you, sealing you both in a small, intimate space. the air was thick with anticipation and the faint scent of the sterile bathroom. you turned to face her, your heart pounding in your chest as you reached out to gently cup her face, your thumbs brushing softly against her cheek. 

"hyun-ju," you whispered, your voice hoarse with desire. "i want to make you feel good." 

she looked down at you with those innocent puppy eyes, filled with a tenderness only for you, growing arousal clear in her body language. "i want that too," she gasped, voice barely above a whisper. 

you slowly guided her to sit on the closed toilet seat, your hands never leaving her body. kneeling down in front of her, your heart racing as you reached for the waistband of her tracksuit pants. "may i?," you asked intently, making sure she was completely comfortable with this happening.  

hyun-ju panted out a hushed "yes," voice dripping with desire. lifting her hips, allowing you to slide her pants down, revealing her black lace panties underneath. she was so beautiful, the soft skin of her legs feeling warm and welcoming under your gentle caresses.  

you hooked your fingers into the sides of her lingerie, pulling them down slowly, your knuckles brushing against her plush skin. 

she shivered, breath hitching as you exposed her, her eager cock already half-hard and growing stiffer by the second. you hungrily reached out, wrapping your hand around her shaft, feeling it pulse in your grip. she let out a soft moan, slender fingers tangling in your hair as you began to stroke her gently. 

"you're so beautiful," you murmured, your eyes locked on hers as you leaned in, tongue flicking out to lick the sensitive tip of her cock. she wordlessly whimpered, her hips bucking slightly as you took her into your mouth. so cute.  

your head bobbed as you sucked around her, the glistening skin of her firm length disappearing in and out of your pretty little mouth. your warm hands gripped her hips firmly, holding her in place as you took her deeper, tongue swirling around her shaft. she always tasted so sweet, even now after the stress of the games, the addicting tang of her length stuck to your tongue just like at home.   

hyun-ju moaned, her voice growing louder and shaky as you increased your pace, your head moving faster, mouth growing tighter than before. she was lost in the feeling, rocking her needy cock and in and out of your inviting mouth frantically, chasing the sensation. gripping your hair tighter, she guided your head to sink even lower onto her cock, forcing you to deep throat her fully.  

"oh god, ____. so good, such a good girl for me," she mewled, her head falling back against the stall wall. you could feel her getting closer, body tensing as you took her over the edge. you reached up, cupping her heavy balls gently, rolling them in your palm as you continued to let her fuck your throat. 

her hips began to move, fucking your mouth as you took her even further, your gag reflex relaxing as you took her entire length down your throat. you could feel her getting closer, her body tensing as you quickened the pace, your fingers curling around her shaft, pumping in time with your mouth. 

"honey, i'm so close," she panted, her voice strained with pleasure. you doubled your efforts, your mouth moving faster, your nimble fingers pumping roughly.  

with a final cry, she came undone, her body shuddering as waves of pleasure washed over her, her cock pulsing in your mouth as you eagerly swallowed every rope of cum she gave you.  

you slowed your movements, gently licking and sucking as she came down from her high. she looked down at you, her eyes glazed with satisfaction, a soft smile playing on her lips. 

"come here," she purred huskily. you stood up from your knees, and she dragged you into a deep kiss; tasting herself on your tongue. once hyun-ju gently pulled away, she wrapped her arms around you, holding you close as you both caught your breath. 

after a few moments, you helped her stand. suddenly she spun you around, her hands gripping your hips firmly. you gasped in surprise as she pulled your back against her chest, her cock already hard again and pressing against your ass. your hands were gripping the stall door, her breath hot on your neck, voice rasping with want. 

"____, i need more," she whined, her hands tugging at your tracksuit pants. once you realized what she was asking for, you helped her. pushing them down quickly, heart racing with anticipation as they soundlessly dropped to the tile floor. she lazily hooked her fingers into your soaked panties, pulling it to the side, exposing your glossy pussy. 

"you're so wet for me," she murmured, her fingers skillfully brushing against your slick folds. you moaned, pushing back against her, begging for more. she lined up her cock, rubbing the head against your sleek entrance from behind, teasing you.  

"what do we say, baby?" she whispered, dominance shining through. her breath was hot on your neck, kissing up the flushed skin. "please, baby," you whimpered, pulse quickening in anticipation. "fuck me." 

breath hitching, she thrusted into you, filling you deliciously. it was like you were made to take her. crying out, your body slowly stretching to accommodate her size. she stood still for a moment, ragged hot breaths fanning your back. once you were decently adjusted, she started to move, hips fervidly slamming against yours.  

her cock hit all the right places. the sound of skin against skin filling thick air of the small stall, mingling with your short gasps and her deep groans. there was no way anybody within a mile radius couldn't hear you, but you were too lost in each others sweaty bodies to care. 

you pushed back against her, sloppily meeting her thrusts in time. she leaned over you, her large chest pressing against your back. it was all too much, your tongue hung out dumbly as her fingers found your clit, rubbing it in tight circles. this sent jolts of pleasure coursing through your body, drooling over yourself as your mind grew hazy.  

hyun-ju noticed this and kissed the back of your ear, whispering hotly, "you like it that much, hm?" she lightly teased, peppering your earlobe with little love bites. 

"f-fuck, hyunnie," you cursed, your body tensing as you got closer to your climax. "don't stop, please don't stop." 

she nodded and increased her pace, growing impatient as well. her hips crashing against yours like her life depended on it. her fingers moved faster on your clit, matching the rhythm of her thrusts. you could feel your orgasm building, your body coiling tighter. 

"come for me darling," she growled, her voice strangled at the edge of her climax. "you've done so well, my p-perfect girl." you screamed, your body shuddering as you came undone. waves of pleasure washed over you, pussy clenching around her cock, milking her for all she was worth. 

she followed soon after, her cock pulsing inside you as she filled you with her release. her hot cum coating your insides, marking you as hers. she whimpered, body shaking with the force of her orgasm, nails digging into your hips. her hand fell onto your shoulder, heavy breaths warming your jacket.  

you both stayed like that for a moment, catching your breath, bodies connected as one. once she caught her breath, she gently pulled out. her cock slid out of your dripping pussy with a pop, a thin trail of cum leaking down your leg.  

turning around to meet her eyes, you were met with such a tender gaze it made you melt all over again. she pulled you into a passionate kiss, her hands cupping your face gently. "i love you," she whispered, her voice soft and heartfelt. "i love you so much." 

you faintly smiled, tired eyes swelling with love. "i love you too, hyun. more than anything." 

only then did you both fix your appearances, putting your tracksuits on, after hyun-ju cleaned as much cum as she could out of you. smoothing out any wrinkles and tucking stray hairs back into place.  

hyun-ju took your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze as you made your way out of the stall, ready to face whatever came next, together. 

the guard was still posted outside, jumping slightly when you both walked out before wordlessly leading you back to the dormitory. as you made your way back, hyun-ju leaned into you, resting her head on your shoulder. 

"thank you," she whispered warmly, "i needed that." you smiled, wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling her close. 

 "anything for you." 

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"hey, what's all that huffing and puffing se-mi? don't get too butt-hurt that i'm winning again," nam-gyu teased over his mic for the hundredth time tonight. 

se-mi rolled her eyes, silently tossing another blue shell at him. he instantly started shouting curses, thanos laughing in-tune with his screams on the other end of the discord call.  "you asked for it, my boy!," he heaved in-between snickers. 

they've been playing mario kart for the past thirty minutes, but it felt like an eternity for you. before nam-gyu could start shouting slurs, se-mi went on mute and deafened, focusing her lidded eyes on the oh-so pathetic display in front of her.  

eyes teary-eyed and puffy, tongue out, and soft pants filling the air. she reduced you too nothing but a deprived mess, just by making you grind on her thigh until she finished gaming. she haven't even touched you yet, and you acted like you were already getting fucked.  

"you heard that baby," se-mi whispered mockingly, "sounds like my friends can hear you, keep it down, yeah?" she cooed, lightly slapping your damp cheek a few times with her ring-clap hand, shamelessly glancing down your sweaty body to see your panty-clad cunt wetting her plaid pajama pants, clenching on nothing.  

if you weren't such an impatient brat she wouldn't have been so mean, but you just couldn't help yourself. teasing her earlier while she was in the middle of a heated cod battle was supposed to work in your favor, only doing the opposite.  

you whimpered, lips quivering in desire when she finally gave you a crumb of the attention you craved. "c-come on se-mi, i've been good, right? please, please just fuck me already." you grunted out, speeding up your incessant rutting.  

se-mi tsked, wordlessly reaching over you towards her desk, picking up her geek bar. taking a long hit, she gripped your chin, dragging you into an open-mouthed kiss, sloppily tongue-fucking your jaw through the smoke.  

the air in the room was hot and heavy, the pronounced smell of blueberries making your brain increasingly cloudy. gently pulling away, she chuckled lightly at your fucked-out expression. 

"one more game. be good for me for one more game, and i'll reward you," she promised, unmuting her mic and un-deafening her headphones before you could try to argue, starting another rematch with a pissed off nam-gyu.  

twenty minutes later she managed to beat him in three more rounds, thanos already tapping out earlier to pop some xanax. "fuck off," nam-gyu hissed defeated, "i'm gonna go blow off some steam at thano's, go ride a strap or some gay shit." with that nam-gyu hopped off the call, and their game night was concluded.  

taking another unbothered hit, se-mi smirked excitedly as she watched you continue to rut desperately on her thigh, your panties nearly translucent and stained with your juices. it was almost surprising how you haven't came yet, confirming your body has been trained to only get off to her touch. nothing else could do the job. 

the hotboxed room was illuminated by the red-led lights across the corners of her ceiling, highlighting your curves perfectly. she leaned in hungrily, blowing cool air over your neck, reeling at the shivers wracking your body. "yeah? you like that baby?," she teased, feeling your needy cunt clenching and unclenching, aching to be filled. 

but se-mi was determined to make you wait, to prolong your sweet torture until she considered you worthy of her strap. 

"keep being a good girl and i might just give this needy pussy what it wants," se-mi purred, giving your ass a sharp smack. you jumped, whining pathetically before speeding up your tireless grinding. she gripped your chin roughly, forcing you to look at her as she took another long drag from her bar. the smoke filled her lungs, and she exhaled it slowly, letting the haze cloud your vision. 

se-mi's other hand slid down your body, fingers teasing along your inner thigh before suddenly plunging into your dripping cunt. your body bounced on her leg, as she trailed the hand on your chin down to rest tightly on your thigh. 

she pumped them in and out, curling her fingers just right to hit that spongey spot inside you. "fuck, you're so wet. such a dirty girl, did grinding on my thigh turn you on this much," se-mi growled, her thumb rubbing tight circles on your clit. 

she fingered you fast and messy, just how she knew you liked it. her palm slapped against your clit with each thrust, the obscene sound of your juices filling the room. se-mi's eyes darkened with lust as she watched you fall apart on her long invading fingers, your pussy gripping them like a vice. your head fell onto her shoulder, arms wrapped around her neck, "please!" you mewled, lost in her touch.  

"hah, really. do you know what you do to me?" se-mi breathed. without warning, she wrapped her arms around your body, standing up from her gaming chair carrying you towards the bed. you looked up at her with a pout, while she kissed your forehead. "can't do what we want sitting down, now can we?" she questioned teasingly, before flipping you onto your back on the sheets. 

crawling over you with a cocky grin, her hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your head spin. "beg for it. beg for my strap and show me how much you really want it," she demanded, her other hand hastily fumbling with her loose pajama pants. 

you didn't hesitate, barely coming down from your high earlier, the feeling of her fingers still ghosting your slit. "i-i can't wait anymore, please fuck me! you're so mean," you whined, weakly gripping at her black tank top.  

satisfied, se-mi pulled out her seven-inch black silicone strap, already secured to her hips. she knew you would end up beneath her eventually, and put it on in the bathroom before you both made a deal. 

opening her mouth, a glob of saliva trailed from her tongue onto the length before she spread it over the inches with her ring-clad fingers. once it was well lubricated, she slapped it against your cheek, leaving a trail of saliva and smearing your skin.  

leaning over your body, she whispered warningly, "last chance to back out, i don't think i can hold myself back tonight," she hissed, her breath hot and heavy on your face. readjusting her position impatiently, the tip of the toy prodded your entrance, teasing your folds and slippery from your arousal and se-mi's saliva. 

your chest-heaved underneath her, breaths ragged and desperate. "i don't fucking care," you rasped, body aching to be fucked. "ruin me." 

"that's my girl," se-mi purred, her voice low and gravelly with lust. "i could fuck this sweet cunt forever and never get enough." she underlined her words by finally plunging the strap into your pussy, not stopping until the entire length was buried to the hilt.  

your walls stretched obscenely around the thick silicone, a guttural moan tearing from your throat. "yeah, that's it. take my fucking cock," se-mi groaned, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. she set a brutal pace, pounding into you with more force than finesse.  

the room filled with the lewd sound of plastic slapping against skin and your desperate cries for more. 

se-mi's hand slid from your throat to your jaw, gripping it tightly as she claimed your mouth in a messy, dominating kiss. her tongue forced its way past your lips, stroking against yours and tasting your need. she swallowed your moans, drinking them down as she claimed you. 

se-mi's hips snapped forward, driving the strap deep and hard into your core. she angled it perfectly, hitting that divine spot inside you that made you see stars. "your cunt is gripping it so tight. like a goddamn vice," se-mi grunted, her breath coming out in short, excited pants. 

she shifted the angle slightly, and your back arched off the bed as a scream tore from your throat. se-mi just smirked, taking it as an invitation to fuck into you harder, faster. the room was an erotic symphony of her grunts, your moans, and the obscene squelch of the strap plunging in and out of your dripping pussy. 

"so damn good," se-mi growled, her grip on your hips turning bruising. she yanked you forward with each brutal thrust, slamming you down on her strap until your clit was grinding against the base. "i know you fucking love this. love being used like this, only by me." 

se-mi's fingers slid between your legs, rubbing fast circles on your clit. the added stimulation was almost too much to bear, and you could feel your orgasm building rapidly.  

"so good, such a good girl," she groaned, her voice a low, dominant rumble. but there was no way you could hold back, not with how skilled and relentless her touch was. 

your pussy clenched and spasmed around the strap, trying to suck it deeper. se-mi just laughed, hammering into you with renewed vigor. "that's it, fucking soak my strap. drench it in your slick," she grunted, feeling your walls starting to flutter. se-mi's hand slid up to your throat, squeezing a little tighter as she fucked you through your orgasm, forcing you to take every inch as she repeatedly hit your cervix.  

se-mi's hips stuttered, her rhythm turning erratic as her own climax approached. she buried her face between your breasts, biting and sucking your nipples hard enough to leave marks. her hand moved from your clit to your ass, gripping the cheek tightly and giving it a sharp smack. "f-fuck, i'm gonna cum," se-mi groaned.  

se-mi's body tensed, her muscles flexing as she chased her high. she slammed into you one last time, grinding her hips against yours as she hit her peak. a guttural moan tore from her throat, her eyes squeezing shut as hot, sticky fluid covered the base. your pussy clenched and spasmed, milking the strap for all it was worth as se-mi rode out her intense orgasm. moments pass and se-mi finally collapses against you, her chest heaving and sweat dripping down her skin. capturing your mouth in a searing kiss, her tongue plunging in to tangle with yours.  

se-mi pulled back, smirking at your fucked-out expression. your lips were swollen and slick, bruised from her fervent kisses. se-mi's strap was still buried inside you, and your pussy made a valiant effort to keep it plugged up, full with satisfaction. but as she shifted, the tip of the toy slipped out, followed by your fluids leaking out and dripping down your thighs. 

"damn, that was intense," se-mi panted, pushing herself up to look at you. her hand slid down to your messy, leaking cunt, scooping up some of the excess and pressing her fingers against her tongue, tasting you. "almost as sweet as your lips," she purred, a teasing grin playing on her lips. 

before you could respond, se-mi's phone buzzed from the foot of her bed. she begrudgingly glanced at the screen, before rolling her eyes. "looks like the goons getting restless. probably want to play another round of mario kart, fucking dorks," she scoffed, tossing her phone aside.  

you giggled at her reaction as her hand slid up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing over your swollen bottom lip. se-mi's eyes softened for a moment, a flicker of tenderness in their dark depths. she leaned in, pressing a surprisingly gentle kiss to your forehead before resting her brow against yours. "you did so well, baby. took me wonderfully," se-mi murmured, breath fanning across your face.  

"i really hit the lottery with you, didn't i?" she mused, nuzzling into your cheek. you melted into her, gazing at her lovingly, "i could say the same thing." with that, se-mi carefully scooped you into her arms, pulling your damp, naked body flush against her own. she pulled the soft blanket up from the mattress and draped it over you both, cocooning you in a warm embrace. her fingers stroked through your hair, the rhythmic motion soothing and comforting. 

"i love you so much," se-mi cooed, her breath ghosting over your ear. "lets get some rest, and i'll cook breakfast in the morning tomorrow." she tilted your chin up with a finger, capturing your gaze.  

"good night, love." 

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dating young-mi + hyun-ju [how you met]

• genuinely the softest pair to end up with, everyday is full of love.  
• you definitely met them outside of the games, complimenting hyun-ju's outfit during one of their dates, a quiet walk through the park. 

"oh? why thank you, you're very pretty yourself," hyun-ju smiled, the crisp spring air blowing through her hair. young-mi stood behind her timidly, a tinge of jealousy burning behind her eyes, but she didn't speak on it. you thanked her and asked about the brand she was wearing, where she told you and eagerly suggested you exchanged numbers to discuss fashion together. you obliged, exchanging contacts before you waved goodbye and made your way back to your apartment.  

you texted back and forth a few weeks after that, and got along well. you thought young-mi was a friend of hers, so you didn't hesitate to flirt. she was really pretty. she never shut you down, and reciprocated in her own subtle ways.  

overtime, hyun-ju invited you to different outings with her and young-mi, and they both grew to really enjoy your company. young-mi was hesitant at first, but you were very gentle with her and never tried to force her to warm up to you, only treating her with kindness. 

she found herself seeking your attention, asking hyun-ju for your number and texting about what pastries they should bake for you all next week. trips to the mall, aquarium, and the pool as it got warmer were all planned and lived out, your bond with both of them growing stronger after every outing.  

eventually, you started hanging out at hyun-ju's place, being invited to a sleepover one night. seeing young-mi in her hello kitty pajama pants waiting at the door, you smirked, "couldn't wait to see me again, huh?," you teased, ruffling her hair. she pouted, before gently smiling and giving you a hug, "you're late..."  

hyun-ju peaked from the kitchen, dawning a silk black set with pink lace that fit her beautifully, her elegance really lighting up the room. the smell of freshly baked cookies wafted through the air of the apartment, which now that you looked around, was lavish. 'they must have incredibly good jobs', you thought fleetingly, walking towards the kitchen. 

"or rather, just in time," hyun-ju mused, "me and young-mi just finished these cookies together." they were so cute, shaped in alternating patterns representing hearts and stars. "you both did great omg! these look delicious," you applauded, missing the gaze of adoration hyun-ju held behind you. young-mi noticed, sharing the same wordless sentiment.  

you all decided to settle down in the living-room together, a pizza already waiting on the coffee table and the couch covered in blankets. you plopped down on the couch, a heart cookie already in hand as you watched hyun-ju set the plate of leftover cookies onto the side table, taking the spot to your right. young-mi crawled onto the couch on your left, quickly closing the space between you both and warming up next to your side. she's told you before she found you comforting, so you didn't pay it any mind.  

you near devoured the cookie, it was literally so good. hyun-ju giggled into her hand, watching as you scarfed it down like a hungry squirrel. "here," she pips up, grabbing a napkin from the side table. her face was close as she brought it up to your lips, tenderly wiping away the spare crumbs with practiced precision, "all clean," she smiles, sitting back as though it was an everyday occurrence.  

your face grew increasingly warm, looking at her, "i could've-" young-mi squeezed your arm, turning your attention towards her, "actually, she cleans my face often..i can be a messy eater so, it's muscle memory." she bites the inside of her cheek and stares at the random show playing on the flat-screen.  

you couldn't stop yourself from snickering at this, pinching her cheek teasingly, "how long have you guys been friends? i wanna be babied too," you whined releasing her cheek. falling back on the couch, you noticed the abrupt silence. glancing at them both, they were exchanging 'should we tell her?' looks.  

"guys?" you raised an eyebrow, "i'm not going to judge if you're just roommates, i'm just curious," you said, not knowing you were more than wrong. hyun-ju spoke up first, grabbing the remote and turning down the tv. "well actually, we are dating." she admits, smiling hopefully down at you.  

you sat up with widened eyes. how slow could you be? looking back, they were obviously a couple. you never picked up on how they held hands when you all went to the movie theaters, held each other at the aquarium, and sat so close at the park you first met at.  

but, why did hyun-ju... 

"if that's the case...why did you let me flirt with you?," you asked directly, not wanting to be a homewrecker. "i-i should lea-" hyun-ju put her hand on yours, shaking her head. "no, you're not a homewrecker. the thing is, we're both polyamorous." hyun-ju glanced over towards young-mi, who gingerly nodded.  

“polyamorous…” you repeated under your breath, blinking at them both. you’d heard of it before, sure, but you hadn’t realized they meant this kind of interest in you. 

hyun-ju squeezed your hand a little tighter, thumb rubbing soothing circles against your knuckles. “we wanted to tell you sooner,” she said softly, “but…we didn’t want to scare you off.” young-mi looked like she might fold in-on herself, fiddling with the hem of her pajama pants. “i was scared you wouldn’t want us,” she mumbled. 

your heart gave the gentlest ache at that, and you reached across your lap to catch her fidgeting fingers, giving them a reassuring squeeze. “hey. you’re both—you’re both amazing. i just didn’t know.” there was a pause in the air, before hyun-ju took a deep breath.  

hyun-ju’s smile was warm, but you could see the nervousness she couldn’t quite hide. “we like you. both of us.” young-mi bit her lip, leaning in just enough that her shoulder pressed to yours. “we want you to be… our girlfriend. if you want to,” she added in a rush, cheeks burning red. 

you blinked at them, mouth opening and closing once like a dumb fish before you finally taking in a disbelieving gulp of air. “you’re serious?” hyun-ju’s face was all tenderness and a hint of mischief. “dead serious.” you glanced at young-mi, who was trying to look away, but failing because she kept peeking at you from under her lashes. she gave your fingers another hopeful little squeeze. 

you felt your heart skip and your face warm up even more. you looked at them both. beautiful, sweet, hopelessly in love with each other and somehow with you too, and you couldn’t stop the smile that spread across your face. 

“okay,” you breathed out, suddenly shy yourself. “yeah. i'd love to be your girlfriend.” 

young-mi let out a tiny-breathy noise, like she’d been holding it in the whole time, before practically launching herself at you. you barely had time to react before she wrapped her arms around your waist and buried her face in your shoulder. 

“i knew you’d say yes,” she mumbled, voice muffled but undeniably happy. you laughed, wrapping your arms around her, smoothing her hair down gently. “you were so worried a minute ago,” you chirped, and felt her frown against your t-shirt. 

hyun-ju didn’t rush to join in at first, watching the two of you with an utterly adoring gaze, but then she scooted closer and draped her arm around both of you, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your head.  

“welcome to our little family,” she murmured. 

you felt your throat get tight in the best way, smiling like an idiot as you squeezed them both closer. young-mi finally peeked up at you, cheeks flushed pink. “can i…?” she asked quietly. you didn’t even need to ask what she meant. you just nodded. 

she pressed her lips to yours, sweet and tentative, but she melted against you when you kissed back. her fingers twisted in your shirt and you felt the tiny tremble of relief run through her. when you parted, she was grinning shyly, and you were both a little breathless. 

“my turn,” hyun-ju teased, leaning in. 

her kiss was different. confident, slow, savoring. she even dared to nip at your lower lip before pulling back with a wicked little smile. “been waiting to do that since the park,” she whispered. 

you let out a stifled laugh, forehead dropping onto her shoulder, embarrassed and giddy all at once. being adored by two pretty women was not for the faint of heart. young-mi tugged at your arm. “pizza’s getting cold,” she whined, though her grin betrayed her. 

after grabbing the box, you pulled them both back onto the couch with you, tangled under the blankets. pizza in your lap and cookies on the table, as the random tv show played on as background noise. hyun-ju’s fingers threaded with yours while young-mi eventually fell asleep on your shoulder. 

this was the start of something entirely new, and you were more than here for it.  

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no-eul 

• no-eul had no clue that national girlfriend day even existed before she saw it on the news that morning, waking up before you. a cup of water by her side, she watched the t.v with slight interest.  
• as the newscaster droned on, she thought about how unintentionally cold she often was; stemming from her dreary upbringing in north korea, her spotty past, or her seasonal job as a pink guard.  
• she wanted to show you how much she genuinely loved you, if even for a day, with her best efforts. 
  you woke up to a cautious kiss on the cheek, something rare when it came to the usually closed off women. her hands caressed your skin as she laid beside you.  

"what's the occasion?" you joked, opening your eyes to a mildly flustered no-eul. "happy national girlfriend's day," she whispered, voice still raspy with sleep.  

• she called off work at seoul land for you, and spent the entire day giving you all her attention. cooking breakfast for the both of you, cuddling on the couch, and humoring your...different tiktok fyp.  
• she eventually lets you pick what you both do together, and you drag her to the park for a picnic.
• she enjoys the quiet time with you, thanking whoever's above that you can put up with someone as unsociable as her, as she never liked the loud places you frequented for fun.  
• you both shared cheap convenience store snacks with each other until sunset, speaking whatever came to mind, and your constant jokes successfully cracking a few smiles from the older women.  
• when the sun slowly dipped below the horizon, vibrant colors orange, red, and purple casted over your face, she found you the most beautiful.  

you looked back at her from the sunset, smiling beaming, "no-eul...today was so much fun, thanks for doing all this for me." you remarked earnestly, gently placing your hand on-top of hers. she shook her head, dull eyes holding a glimmer of admiration, all for you. she leaned in slowly, cautiously, breathing against your lips. "no. thank you for staying with me," she whispered softly, before leaning in and pulling you into a warm kiss.  

se-mi 

• you're the one that forgot all about it, but se-mi waking you up with a single rose between her lips wiggling her eyebrows reminded you.

you giggled, watching her amusingly goofy display. you ruffled her spiky black hair, sitting up with her caging your waist between her legs. "good morning to you too," you grinned, as she snickered, dropping the rose on the comforter and leaning in, hugging you tightly. "happy national girlfriend's day, baby," she whispered into your ear, biting your lobe.  

• it's safe to say that you both didn't leave that bed until noon, you were sore, and se-mi was happily on sheet cleaning duty again.  
• afterwards you both showered together, sharing chaste kisses and se-mi copping a feel here and there just to get a rise out of you.  
• since you skipped breakfast you both just decided to stay-in for the day, ordering take-out from a local k-pot restaurant.  
• se-mi suggested watching a movie and you were down, collecting all the stray blankets around the apartment and making a make-shift nest for you both on the couch.  
• you agreed on mean girls (again) and it was even funnier the millionth time, laughter echoing throughout the cozy apartment, se-mi's arm latched around your waist the whole time.  

she paused her own chuckle, fondly gazing at your giggling face illuminated by the t.v screen. she could never get tired of that look. you slowly noticed the shift and glanced up at her in confusion, "se-mi?" she couldn't help but smile, releasing a light satisfied sigh as she hooked her finger under your chin, leaning over your lips. 

 "hey..let's celebrate today again next year, together. yeah?" she murmured. you smiled affectionately, leaning in and laying a tender kiss on her plush lips, the silver of her piercing clashing with your warm skin, a wordless promise. pulling away you smirked at her lovestruck expression,  

"can't wait." 

saebyeok 

• she saw the news passively in a stray newspaper on the ground, loitering around an alleyway after a successful pickpocket.  
• saebyeok nearly thought nothing of it, before remembering how much you adored trivial things like this.  
• she came back home later to your small apartment around noon, holding a lavish bouquet of sunflowers. you could guess how she was able to afford them.  
• her eyes boredly scoured the lived-in space, before stopping on you taking a nap on the old couch in the living room. snuggled up into a thick blanket, she found you adorable.  
• she kneeled beside you, the ghost of a smile painting her features at the delicate display. her fingers gently combed through your hair, "____." she spoke hushedly, almost hoping you didn't wake up.  
• you eventually stirred, being met with the flat expression of your girlfriend paired with the bright arrangement, lighting up the entire room.  

"saebyeok," you remarked in surprise, glancing at the sunflowers before your eyes traveled to her dry stare, a hint of timidness painting her features. "do you like them?" she questioned directly, voice almost nervous but hopeful. you smiled wide, taking the flowers and gently placing them to the side, before pulling her into an excited hug. she froze for a moment, before gradually melting into your embrace, her arms wrapping around you, wordlessly digging her head into your shoulder. "they're beautiful, thank you," you cooed sweetly, and it was all she could ask for. 

• she never valued fancy displays of affection, and decided to cuddle with you for the rest of the afternoon after placing the flowers in an aged vase on the coffee table.  
• she curled up to you on the couch like a cat, the soft rays of sunlight through the window providing a tranquil warmth.  
• few words were exchanged, but the light kisses she peppered across your face here and there as she held you told you everything you needed to know.  
• she loves you.  

hyun-ju 

• hyun-ju shamelessly had this day marked on the calendar ever since you both started dating last year, along with your birthday, and anniversary.  
• knowing how much you loved her cooking, she woke up early and snuck out of bed, immediately going to work in the kitchen.  
• only when she was finished did she come back to your shared bedroom, holding the delicately wrapped box of custom bracelets she bought for the both of you.  
• one had her initial for you, and the other had yours for her, etched in gold.  

she placed the bracelets down on the sheets, before sitting on the bed and leaning over your sleeping form, admiring your beauty as though you were a work of art. "sweetheart," she cooed softly, warm hands caressing either side of your face. when you slowly opened your eyes and gazed up at her, her eyes softened and she smiled wider. "happy national girlfriend day," she whispered, moving in closer and laying a gentle kiss on your forehead.  

• you adored her gift, quickly putting on the bracelet much to her liking, hyun-ju doing the same.  
• she waved you off when you asked about the cost, telling you that 'nothing's too much for my baby.'  
• breakfast was full of hushed whispers of adoration and blaring laughter shared between you too, basking in each others presence over her home-cooking.  
• when you couldn't think things could get better, while cleaning the dishes she eagerly smirked, revealing the reservation plans she made for that night at an acclaimed restaurant in downtown seoul.  
• hugging her from behind, your smile said a thousand words, kissing the back of her neck insistently while she scolded you playfully for almost making her drop a dish.  
• nightfall came fast, most of the day being spent in each others arms, whether sharing words of affection or napping like you didn't have a care in the world.  
• she wore that dress you loved on her to the restaurant, the silky black slip-on with a leg-split on the left, and you couldn't help attacking her with kisses in the taxi.  
• a lavish meal was shared on the balcony of the restaurant, overlooking the bright and bustling city lights. her eyes glimmered with love, as the pale moonlight illuminated your features. 

"____." she cooed, drawing your attention from the stunning view, to her devoted gaze. "you've..made me the happiest women this past year," she started shakily, her right hand caressing yours over the table-cloth, "i..i can't thank you enough." she gasped, unshed tears choking her up. she was so in-love. you could feel it when you quickly sat up from the table, briskly walking over towards her side and pulling her into a gentle hug to comfort her. "shhh," you hushed, taking her soft cheek into the palm of your hand, trailing her glazed eyes towards your own. "you've done nothing but change my life for the better," you bit your lip hesitantly, starting to grow teary-eyed as well, "i should be the one crying," you snorted, finding humor in how even you couldn't keep it together. 

noticing how you felt the exact same as her, touched hyun-ju in ways you could never begin to understand. wordlessly, she closed the gap between you both, pulling you into a passionate kiss that had you seeing stars, brighter than the night sky.  

once she pulled away, you both stared into each others eyes breathlessly. at this moment you both knew, this was exactly where you needed to be.  

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loser roommate hyun-ju! who is eventually forced to get a roommate because she was outpriced of her rent and can't afford to pay for it alone. her crippling debt didn't help either. 

loser roommate hyun-ju! who immediately accepts your offer to split the rent on the facebook ad she posted. a young college student looking for the cheapest housing she can find near campus, and you seemed nice. perfect.  

loser roommate hyun-ju! who nervously gives you a tour of the apartment a few days later, cleaning it up to the best of her ability. it wasn't messy in the first place, but she wanted to make a good first impression.   

〢 hyun-ju finished leading you around her small apartment space, holding her hands and fidgeting with them here and there the whole time. however, you seemed unbothered by her nervousness, analyzing the place with little to no care. all you saw was how cheap it was and the ten minute walk to all of your classes. "that's everything," she announced shyly, leading you back to the living room, "any questions?" you grinned, rubbing your hands together, "where do i sign?" you asked eagerly, to that she smiled. you both sat down and did some paperwork, and it was a done deal. 〢 

loser roommate hyun-ju! who helps you move in the next month, meeting your parents who came to drop off your luggage. they seemed just as open-minded as you were, and she grew more comfortable.  

loser roommate hyun-ju! who tells you about herself over lunch, her past in the military and her interests, vaguely going over the struggles she's had due to being trans. she never mentions her debt.  

〢 you hummed, taking another bite of your sandwich, "your parents have no idea what they were doing, kicking out a such pretty girl like that," you sighed, furrowing your brows. hyun-ju's cheeks grew pink, taken aback by your bold words, "p-pretty?" she stared in shock for a moment before she dawned a small smile, "I...thank you, you're um..pretty too." 〢  

loser roommate hyun-ju! who grows to really enjoy your company after the first few months you lived with her. you were the first person to treat her with kindness in awhile, and she clung to it like gold. she seemed to unconsciously trail you around the apartment when you were home. you didn't mind.  

loser roommate hyun-ju! who slowly starts catching feelings, but has to keep reminding herself how problematic it was. she was nearly twice your age, and the difference in maturity was too wide. but she continued to daydream about being with you.  

loser roommate hyun-ju! who still wants to be closer to you and offers to help you with your homework after work. you gratefully accept it, struggling in math at the time.  

〢 "you see how I got that?," she asked gently, pointing towards the math equation she wrote out. you stared for a moment before your eyes widened in realization, "oh! wait, let me see...," you copied her process for the next question and got it right on the first try, jumping up and hugging her in triumph, "hyun-ju you're so smart omg! thank you so much!" she froze, mouth going dry. feeling your arms around her felt nice. way too nice. you noticed her subtle fidgeting and pulled away, "ah, my bad. I've been stuck on this page for ages so I'm just really..." hyun-ju shook her head, noticing the miscommunication. "no," she started, cautiously putting her hand over yours, "...i was just taken aback, i'm glad I can help you." she smiled, and you grinned. "then I guess I should reward you more often too," you winked, clasping your fingers between her clammy ones. god, you were going to be the death of her. 〢 

loser roommate hyun-ju! who starts dreaming about being more with you, gradually waking up in the middle of the night from more...graphic imagery coming to mind. she takes care of it quickly, shame eating away at her with each stroke, cleaning the come off her hand with a tissue before going back to sleep.  

loser roommate hyun-ju! who considers keeping her distance, but doesn't want you to think she hates you, so her obsession grows stronger overtime.  

loser roommate hyun-ju! who gets excited for the nights you go out to partying with your friends, always showing her your little outfit before you leave.  

〢 you stood in-front of her wearing a way too tight mini-skirt, crop-top barely covering your chest. giving her a twirl, you click your heels together, "well roomie? how do I look?" you smirked, striking a slutty pose. hyun-ju gulped, looking you up and down, "really cute," she breathed, hoping she didn't sound as aroused as she felt. her pajama pants felt tight, your panties flashing with every sway of your hips. you smiled naively, grabbing your purse on the counter, "perfect, I'll be back before four!" you exclaimed, grabbing your pair of keys. hyun-ju only snapped out of it once you reached the front door. "a-alright! make sure to text me if you need me to pick you up." she urged, turning to the side so you couldn't see her obvious hard-on. you gave a passing, 'yes ma'am' before walking out the door. when she knew you were gone, she let out a heavy sigh of relief, gripping the counter. looks like you both had plans tonight now. 〢  

loser roommate hyun-ju! who tries really hard not to be a creep, but somedays you stay out studying late nights, or sleeping over at your friends dorms, she can't help herself. she needs more of you.  

loser roommate hyun-ju! who after hours of fighting herself back and forth, slowly opens you bedroom door, walking around and taking up space while you're gone.  

loser roommate hyun-ju! tells herself she's only going to look around and leave, but ends up on your bed, grinding against your pillow.  

〢 her eyes are rolled back, thin drool dripping from her mouth. "f-fuck, ____," she whined, gripping the damp cloth of your pillowcase, humping the back like her life depended on it. her cock was dripping with precum, spreading it across the fabric messily. she could almost feel your soft body against her, the pillow smelling just like you. her hips stuttered, and her rapid thrusts turned into a slow grind, cumming hard against the plush object. there was so much, cum leaked onto the sheets, pooling around her knees. she was spent, panting heavily, riding out her orgasm.  

you didn't suspect anything, coming back to freshly cleaned sheets and fluffed pillows. "you washed my sheets?" you asked, casually eating a bag of chips on the couch after coming back from the library. hyun-ju hummed, scratching her cheek sheepishly, "I was washing mine anyways, so I thought I would do yours too..is that ok?" you grinned naturally and nodded, "yeah I don't mind, that's really sweet." hyun-ju really was above and beyond, making it routine to wash your sheets for you every week after that. 〢 

loser roommate hyun-ju! who never truly gets over the guilt that comes with yearning for you, doing most of the chores and buying groceries to inadvertently make it up to you. you try to tell her you want to pitch in, but she insists.  

loser roommate hyun-ju! who stalks your social media on a blank account because she’s too shy to ask you what you're up too all the time. she saves most of your posts too her phone to look at later, one eventually becoming her home-screen.  

loser roommate hyun-ju! who listens too you touch yourself through the walls, touching herself in sync.  

〢 the walls were thin, and unbeknownst to you she could hear every moan, whine, and whimper dripping from your pretty mouth. she leaned her ear closer the wall, grateful that her bed was positioned right next to yours on the other side. when she heard you get a little noisier later in the night, she couldn't help herself. her hand was deep in her pj shorts, getting herself off to the sound of your voice. she wondered what you were watching, who turned you on, who you thought about when you touched your pretty pussy. she prayed it was her, that she made you feel this way. when you grew closer to your climax she could tell, memorizing the way your breath would quicken and your words would slur. she'd speed up her fingers, black painted nails prettily gliding against her slick cock. when you moaned, she groaned. making messes of yourselves in sync. 〢 

loser roommate hyun-ju! who uses a chat bot for a couple days, talking too it like it was you and confessing her feelings to it a few times before deleting it. she felt too pathetic to keep going.  

loser roommate hyun-ju! who fantasizes about you being her sweet little stay at home wife, pregnant with her child. she wants you to herself so bad, to provide for the both of you. but, she understands you're young, and you have a whole future ahead of you. she would never take that away from you...unless you let her willingly.  

loser roommate hyun-ju! who cooks for you, knowing how tired you are after studying so hard all day.  

〢 your eyes grew, taking another big bite of one of the soft warm cookies hyun-ju baked you for dessert. "these are sooooo good hyun," you sighed, chewing slowly, "what did you put in these cookies?" you asked, wondering why they tasted so heavenly. hyun-ju blushed, smiling shyly, leaning against the counter across from you, "you know, just added a bit more sugar than usual." she said casually, cradling her head in her hand, more focused on watching your face of enjoyment as you ate her sweets. this way, even if she can't do it physically, she's still inside you. she made sure to come enough in the dough before you came back, so every cookie had an equal part of her love in it. you loved them so much, you asked if she could make more for your lunch sometimes. hyun-ju couldn't be happier. 〢  

she'll keep her distance forever, and may never confess to you directly. but after awhile, if you show even the slightest amount of interest in her, she's going all in.  

pray you can handle allat! 

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⛧° kinktober 25' ⋆ ⛧ 

day 1 | no-eul ⋆˚꩜ tied-up 

day 2 | hyun-ju ʚ𖦹ɞ teacher/student 

day 3 | young-mi ⋆˚꩜ sensory deprivation 

day 4 | se-mi ʚ𖦹ɞ punishment 

day 5 | no-eul ⋆˚꩜ lingerie 

day 6 | hyun-ju ʚ𖦹ɞ drugged sex 

day 7 | se-mi ⋆˚꩜ bodywriting 

day 8 | young-mi ʚ𖦹ɞ jealousy 

day 9 | hyunmi ⋆˚꩜ threesome 

day 10 | se-mi ʚ𖦹ɞ yandere 

day 11 | mi-na ⋆˚꩜ edging 

day 12 | hyun-ju ʚ𖦹ɞ spanking 

day 13 | no-eul ⋆˚꩜ hatefucking 

day 14 | saebyeok ʚ𖦹ɞ dry humping 

day 15 | se-mi ⋆˚꩜ camgirl 

day 16 | no-eul ʚ𖦹ɞ tattoo artist 

day 17 | seon-nyeo ⋆˚꩜ wax play 

day 18 | geum-ja ʚ𖦹ɞ age gap 

day 19 | hyun-ju ⋆˚꩜ pet play 

day 20 | saebyeok ʚ𖦹ɞ choking 

day 21 | young-mi ⋆˚꩜ stalker 

day 22 | mi-na ʚ𖦹ɞ shibari 

day 23 | saebyeok ⋆˚꩜ step-cest + dumbification 

day 24 | no-eul ʚ𖦹ɞ gunfucking 

day 25 | hyun-ju ⋆˚꩜ succubus 

day 26 | se-mi ʚ𖦹ɞ ghostface 

day 27 | sae-eul⋆˚꩜ angel vs demon 

day 28 | saebyeok ʚ𖦹ɞ fuck or die 

day 29 | sae-mi ⋆˚꩜ final girl  

day 30 | no-eul ʚ𖦹ɞ praise 

day 31 | young-mi ⋆˚꩜ blackmail 

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she didn't ask for much, if anything at all.  

no-eul was a simple woman, only occasionally chasing the words 'i love you' falling from your lips. she was always satisfied, coming home to you being more than enough to raise her spirits. 

she had gotten off work at the amusement park a moment ago, ears ringing from the constant buzz of excitement, and feet sore from walking back and forth between sections. you didn't waste any time taking her bag and dragging her to the kitchen, sitting her down like the sweet little housewife you were, per her request.  

"i'll fix you a plate," you spoke sweetly, laying a kiss on her cheek before retreating to the small kitchen of your shared apartment. nodding slowly, her sharp eyes watched you trail off to grab a portion of whatever you decided to cook tonight.  

sure. she was always satisfied, up until now.  

no-eul was smart enough to notice the difference, and you didn't make it very hard for her to figure out what was wrong. you weren't satisfied.  

she could see it in the almost disappointed expression you make before bed every night, when she no more than wraps her arms around you before falling asleep.  

touch was a bit scarce between you both, as no-eul never showed more interest in anything but kissing and embracing you. anything remotely sexual? it was unheard of in this household, and you didn't want to make her uncomfortable, so you never addressed it. 

it took her awhile to realize it, but taking a closer look she could tell you wanted her in more..intimate ways. which was natural, she expected this from the moment you both began sharing a bed.  

despite her outward cold appearance, she did want the same intimacy with you on the inside. she's dreamt about touching you places no one else could night after night, to the point where it consumed her thoughts sometimes on the clock.  

she spent more breaks rubbing the frustration out than she'd like to admit.  

no-eul sighed, tapping her nails against the wooden dining table in thought. she was scared. fear wasn't foreign too her in any regard, and she'd gotten over it in many aspects of her life before you both met. but this fear was unique to you, to this relationship.  

what if i make her upset? 

what if she doesn't feel good? 

what if i'm not good enough...? 

no-eul had thought these insecurities over and over again, and every time she was on the edge of making a move, they reappeared.   

so in tune with her constant desire for peace of mind, she decided to push these thoughts aside and live life with you just as she had been this past year. of course, it didn't last long.  

cutting off her inner monologue, you walked back towards the table, still dawning a pink cooking apron from earlier. you smiled, proudly placing the plate of food down in-front of her.  

without missing a beat, "...what's on your mind?" you asked curiously, her thinking face was hard to miss after awhile being with her. "nothing." she answered quickly, picking up a fork and stuffing her mouth with a bite of the bulgogi you cooked. it was delicious as always.  

you stared at her for a moment, before sitting down across from her with your own food. "doesn't sound like nothing," you pried, knowing no-eul tended to hide her emotions. she considered ignoring your questions and continuing her meal, but that would make her evil. 

after finishing her bite, she sighed,  "you want an honest answer?" to which you quickly nodded, slighting leaning your chest over the table in anticipation.  

she took in a deep breath and sat the fork down on her plate. "i want to touch you more." you lightly sputtered and choked on some water in surprise, and she didn't move an inch as she watched your reaction. frozen with a bubbling anxiety.   

once you caught your breath you were a mix excited and confused. "always so forward," you remarked, to which she bit her lip. you could feel your cheeks heating up, properly processing what she admitted, "i've actually been wanting the same thing, for awhile now. but...what's holding you back?" 

"...what if i can't satisfy you?" she spoke lowly, eyes looking everywhere but directly at you. she felt capable in most aspects of her life, but when it came to this new sense of intimacy she was lost. in north korea, sexual relations were never discussed openly, let alone homosexual ones.  

you reached across the small wooden table, your hand covering hers where it rested beside her plate. her skin was cool, and she didn't flinch, but you could feel the tension humming beneath her surface. 

"no-eul." you squeezed her hand gently, trying to pour all the patient understanding you felt into the small gesture. "look at me, please." slowly, her sharp eyes lifted from the table, meeting yours. the vulnerability in them was a sight you rarely saw. 

"you satisfy me every single day," you said, your voice low and earnest, making sure your words were the only thing in the quiet apartment she could focus on. "being here for you, seeing you smile, the way you scoff at my dumb jokes, the way you let me cook for you. all of it. that is enough. it has always been enough." 

you slid your hand further over hers, your thumb tracing slow, comforting circles on her knuckles. "and if you want to touch me more, in any way, i promise you, that is just a bonus. it’s not a test. there’s no way for you to fail, sweetheart. and there's no way you can make me upset. i want this, too. all of it." 

you let go of her hand, your eyes flicking down to the pink apron tied around your waist, then back up to her. a small, shy smile played on your lips. "you know, this bulgogi is delicious, but it can wait." 

no-eul just stared for a moment, letting the sincerity of your words sink past the years of ingrained fear and repression. a small, almost imperceptible muscle twitched in her jaw. the anxiety was still there, but your confession, your absolute certainty, had chipped away at its foundation. 

"i need to take off this stupid apron," you murmured, already untying the bow behind your back. you stood up, the chair scraping lightly on the wooden floor, and watched no-eul's eyes follow your every move. you slipped the apron off, tossing it over the back of your chair. 

you didn't go around the table. instead, you reached out, extending both hands to her. "come here," you whispered. 

she didn't hesitate this time. 

no-eul stood up, letting your hands guide her as she walked around the dining table. the moment she was close, you didn't allow for more distance. you wrapped your arms around her waist, pulling her flush against you, and dragged her chapped lips into a passionate kiss, pouring in the truth behind your words. 

she didn't pull away, even as her body went rigid she welcomed your soft lips like a blessing, her own moving across yours in unholy harmony until you both were out of breath. once you pulled away, you rested your forehead against her shoulder, breathing her in. the faint scent of the amusement park, the clean soap from the showers, and something purely her own. 

"i need to know what you want to do," you murmured into her shirt, your voice muffled. "tell me what you've been dreaming about." 

her arms came around you, much tighter than usual, and you could feel her internal struggle, the instinct to hold back warring with the sudden, permission-granted surge of desire. 

"the bed," she finally rasped, her voice husky and low, sounding like a confession. "let's go to the bed." 

... 

you didn't turn on a lamp, letting the weak, orange glow of the streetlights filter through the curtains, casting the room in a soft, intimate shadow. 

you were both panting slightly from that first aggressive kiss, the heat of the moment making the small apartment feel suddenly too warm. no-eul, now wearing only her black tank top and boy-shorts, pushed your clothes off, her hands rough with anticipation and fear. the clothes landed in a heap, forgotten. 

you took her hand again, your touch gentle, and led her to the edge of the bed. her skin felt electric under your fingertips. 

"you're beautiful," you whispered, watching the shadows deepen the sharp angles of her face as she looked up at you. "don't hide that look, angel. the one that says you're finally going to take what you want." 

she didn't speak. she just dropped her gaze to the ribbon you'd picked up from the nightstand. a length of heavy, midnight-blue satin that you'd used to wrap a birthday gift months ago. you’d left it there, knowing her, knowing that eventually a little direction might be exactly what she needed to let go. 

"lie down," you instructed, your voice soft but carrying a firm edge. 

no-eul hesitated for a beat, a flicker of resistance. taking orders wasn't foreign to her, but receiving them from you felt entirely different, so good it scared her, but slowly the hunger in her eyes won. she moved onto the mattress, lying on her back. 

you knelt beside her, picking up her hands. they were strong, still vibrating slightly from the day's work. you took the satin ribbon and wrapped it around one of her wrists, tying a simple knot, then drawing the ribbon to the other wrist. you looped it there, connecting them loosely just above her head, before tying both ends securely to the iron headboard. 

it wasn't tight. it wasn't meant to hold her, only to stop her from running, to force her to watch. 

her eyes followed the ribbon, then snapped back to you. the restriction liberated her mind, taking away the responsibility of what came next. she was forced to yield. 

"good girl," you praised, leaning in to brush a quick kiss against the inside of her elbow. "just relax. i'm taking care of you now." 

you sat back on your heels and took your time looking at her, running a slow hand from her knee up her thigh. you lingered at the cotton of her shorts, the fabric already damp in the cool air. she clenched her jaw. 

"you said you were afraid you couldn't satisfy me," you murmured, your tone low and knowing. "but you’ve already done it, no-eul. you're lying here, wanting me, and letting me control this. that's all i needed." 

you reached for the elastic waistband of her shorts, not pulling them down yet, just tracing the line. "tell me what you're feeling right now." 

"i... i can't move," she admitted, her voice tight, a hint of hesitance mixing with the arousal. 

"i know," you replied, leaning over her, your breath hot against her ear. "you can't do anything but lie there and let me break you down. i'll make you feel everything."

you finally hooked your fingers into the cotton of her shorts and slid them down, along with the damp undershirt, peeling them away until she was completely bare beneath the dim lighting.  

you tossed the fabric aside and moved your gaze down her body, slowly and deliberately, before fixing your eyes on hers. 

"now, the part you've been dreaming about." 

you shifted down, your lips grazing the soft skin of her inner thigh as you moved into position. your own heart hammered against your ribs. this was the culmination of months of unspoken tension. 

you paused, drawing a single, teasing line with your tongue right up the middle of her thigh, avoiding the center. no-eul gasped, arching up against the ribbon. 

"please," she choked out, already losing the battle for composure. 

"not yet," you whispered against her skin. "i'm going to take my time. i want to feel every nerve ending. you've been thinking about this too long for me to rush." 

you started with your fingers, not your mouth. wetting two fingers with your tongue, you pressed them gently against her. the contrast of the cool air and the sudden, focused pressure made her hips jump. you circled, teased, barely touching the sensitive center, pushing her further to the edge. 

"you're so wet for me," you breathed, moving your fingers deeper, pressing and twisting with slow, agonizing care. "tell me my hands feel good, baby." 

"they're burning," she whispered, her head tossing from side to side against the pillow. "i want your mouth. now." 

finally, you pulled your fingers away, leaning down and replacing them with the heat of your mouth. 

you were gentle at first, easing the shock, mapping her heat with the tip of your tongue. then, you found the spot, the very center of her hunger, and locked on. you used the full force of your mouth, sucking, flicking, and rotating with a rhythm that was steady and insistent. 

no-eul's moan ripped through the quiet room, a raw, uncontrolled sound you had never heard from her before. she struggled against the ribbon, her ankles tangling in the sheets. her earlier fears were forgotten, replaced by a singular, frantic need. 

you looked up, watching the intense, beautiful focus on her face, and dropped your voice. "is this enough, no-eul? am i satisfying you now?" 

she couldn't answer with words. all she could do was whimper and press down, trying to force herself harder against your mouth. the sound she was making was music, confirmation that she was finally letting go. you ramped up the intensity, your tongue a constant, driving force, dedicated to her pleasure. 

her legs flew apart, her back arching off the mattress as a ragged sound tore from her throat. she cried out your name, a single, desperate shout that muffled into the pillow. her entire body tensed and shook violently, then melted back onto the sheets, trembling. 

you didn't stop immediately, letting the lingering pleasure run through her until she was utterly still, gasping for breath. 

you raised your head, tasting her on your lips, and gently eased yourself up onto the bed beside her, instantly reaching for the ribbon. you quickly untied the knots, freeing her hands and gently massaging the slight indentations they had left on her wrists. 

"you're alright," you whispered, turning to pull her shaking, exhausted body close. she rolled into your side instantly, burying her face in your neck. 

you wrapped both arms around her, holding her tight as she continued to tremble. you didn't ask if she was okay; you just held her. 

"see?" you murmured, running a steady, soothing hand up and down her damp back. "you didn't make me upset. you were perfect. more than good enough." 

she squeezed her eyes shut, clinging to you like an anchor. "again," she whispered, her voice barely audible. 

you chuckled softly, pulling her leg over your hip. "in a minute. just breathe, sweetheart. we have all night for you to show me everything you've ever thought about. and i'll be here, tying you up, holding you down, or just letting you explore. whatever you need to feel satisfied. understand?" 

you pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head. no-eul just burrowed closer, her frantic energy finally receding, replaced by a profound, heavy peace. she nodded, her cheek rubbing against your chest. 

"i love you," you said again, softly, easily. 

this time, the words weren't a chase. they were a certainty. and no-eul was completely, undeniably satisfied. 

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miss cho. the model teacher that everyone relied on, whether student or fellow instructor. she worked in the english department, constant praises for her writing was common. even the most rowdy students grew quiet during her lectures, as she had a knack for demanding attention silently but effectively.  

besides well, you. you found it annoying how she was put on a pedestal, and didn't find anything particularly special about the way she teaches.  

you made this fact well known early on, sitting in the front of the class now after she had to move you for talking constantly in the back. sleeping because you 'felt like it' , never turning homework in on time, and ignoring her questions according to the current lessons.  

hyun-ju never reported you to the higher ups. she saw you as a challenge, her responsibility as a teacher to lead you in the right direction, and correct your behavior. however, she started to lose her patience when your grade started really slipping.  

you were the only student failing her class, and it was clear as day to all your fellow classmates.  

"____.." 

no answer. 

"____...!" 

nope. 

"____!!"  

her strong voice echoed in the room, first time its ever been raised this year. you hummed lowly, eyes opening with a lazy glaze directed towards her at the front of the classroom. you've been asleep for over half the lecture according to the clock. 

hyun-ju sighed, watching the other students shove their heads in their books, as the drool you accumulated on the desk dripped down your chin. 

"meet me after class." she spoke firmly, leaving no room to argue as she carried on with the lesson. if you weren't going to respect her without her having to stand her ground, so be it. her muscles flexed as she continued to write across the board, nearly breaking the chalk from how hard she was gripping it.  

a few snickers echoed across the room, but you could care less. 'not like i have anything better to do,' you thought, musing at the fact you were the only one to make her lose her cool.  

she acts so perfect all the time, what you'd give to reveal her for who she truly was beneath the mask. 

. . . 

the last bell rang, and students completely filed out of the room for the weekend within a few minutes. you sat at your desk, lazily scrolling through your phone as the sound of chatter slowly died down to silence.  

hyun-ju didn't speak yet, only silently filing papers and typing away on her computer while she waited for everyone to leave. she had a plan, a bad one.  

once she was secure it was only the two of you left, she swiftly walked towards the door and closed it, locking it with a key from her skirt pocket.  

you noticed this, watching as she walked towards you, painting an expression of faux authority. you placed your phone down on the desk with a cocky smirk, "got me all alone now teach, what's your call to action today?" did i mention this is your 4rd time in detention.  

hyun-ju ignored your laid back attitude and crossed her arms in front of her, "you can't keep up this poor behavior ____, it's only hurting your potential and growth." she spoke softly, almost too soft for reprimanding a student like yourself.  

"you've told me this before," you sighed, rolling your eyes. "maybe if you weren't such a liar i would feel more inclined to listen too you." you cooed coldly, your petty dislike for miss cho shining through.  

she caught wind of it before, she knows you think she has no spine, that she puts on a mask everyday just to please others. to be fair...you weren't wrong, but that was still no excuse to purposefully fail her class. 

it was now or never for her to give this new method a shot.  

"let's make a deal then." 

this sparked your interest, "yeah..? i'm listening." you laid your head in your palm and scooted in closer, looking up at her with questioning eyes.  

hyun-ju took in a breath, "if i tell you what i truly want, and you give it to me...i'll let you off the hook with an a for this term." oh this was too good.  

you wanted to tease her a bit, "this doesn't sound very professional miss cho..i thought you were all about following the rules around here, hm?" she could hear the slyness in your tone, but she was already getting too timid to correct you.  

there was an air of silence, her arms uncrossed loosely and she just stood, hands hanging in front of her like a meerkat. you irked a curious eyebrow.  

"what do you want exactly?" you asked boredly.  

"please..let me eat you out." she mutters flustered, hands hanging infront of her as she nervously rubbed them together. 

you blinked. not once but twice.  

"...that's it?" you asked surprised, leaning against the desk. this was nothing like the movies at all, where the person in power asks for almost more than the other can chew off for their reward. but, then again, this was hyun-ju.  

"i don't get it," you spoke up after a beat, thumb under your chin. "what do you get out of only making me feel good?" as the words passed your lips hyun-ju's cheeks grew redder, chewing her bottom lip.  

"everything," she near whined, already imagining being between your plush thighs. she'll never admit it, but you've been on her mind since the semester started. coming into class everyday with that damn skirt, short enough to only leave so much to the imagination.  

you were a trouble maker. she won't deny the fact. but, it only made her want you more. the risk of you running out of the classroom right now, telling the nearest teacher what a women twice your age just proposed to you for a better grade, only made her pants tighter. 

there was a moment of stillness as you contemplated her offer, and you honestly couldn't find any downsides. you get a guaranteed a, her off your back, and more leeway to do whatever the hell you want, and hyun-ju gets...to touch you for a bit?  

hell yeah. 

she nearly took your silence as rejection, "ah um, if it really makes you uncomfortable then i understand..there's no hard feelings if you report m—" you cut her off, "i'll do it." 

the finality in your voice sliced through the tension, and hyun-ju stopped her nervous rambling, her hands freezing mid-rub. her head snapped up, and the look in her eyes was a mixture of absolute shock and pure, unadulterated relief. 

"y-you...you will?" she stammered, her flawless composure utterly shattered. the image of the perfect, poised miss cho was dissolving before your very eyes, and the sight was intoxicating. 

you pushed off the desk, walking toward her with a slow, deliberate saunter that was all calculated youthful arrogance. 

"yeah. a guaranteed ‘a’ and i get to watch little miss perfect break the rules for me? that's better than anything i had planned for the weekend," you said, your voice dripping with sweet, cold mockery.  

you stopped right in front of her. she was tall, but you forced her to look down at you, leaning in until you could smell the faint, pleasant scent of tea and expensive paper on her crisp blouse. 

"but we have to be clear," you continued, your eyes narrowing slightly. "i don't need you to feel good. you're doing this for my grade, and my pleasure. you get to watch me enjoy it, and that's your reward. are we clear, teacher?" 

hyun-ju’s breath hitched. she should have been offended. she should have retreated, reasserted her authority. instead, the challenge, the blatant disregard and the demand for submission, tightened the knot of need in her stomach. the mask of 'miss cho' had been an exhausting defense mechanism, and the thought of being completely dominated by this disruptive force felt like a forbidden vacation. 

"yes," she breathed out, a low, thick sound that acknowledged her utter powerlessness in this moment. "we're clear." 

"good." you glanced around the empty classroom, your eyes settling on the solid, traditional desk in the center, her command post. "the floor is gross. let's use your desk. it suits the transaction." 

you watched her face flush a deeper scarlet, the color spreading down her neck. she didn't argue. she simply walked stiffly over to the large wooden desk. you followed, not helping, just watching as she quickly cleared the neat stacks of books and papers, piling them onto a nearby chair. 

when the surface was clear, you hopped up onto the desk without preamble, sitting right in the center, facing her. you spread your knees wide, your skirt pooling slightly on the dark wood. 

"well? you going to stand there all day?" you drawled, folding your arms over your chest, your expression bored. 

hyun-ju swallowed hard, her eyes fixed on the expanse of your thighs. the sight of you up there, utterly in control, made her hands tremble. she reached out, her fingers fumbling with the button on the pencil skirt you liked so much—the one that always seemed too short for a teacher. 

"wait." you stopped her with a sharp look. "take off your own clothes first, miss cho. i want to see you surrender that ridiculous uniform." 

hyun-ju nodded once, her movements jerky but compliant. she unbuttoned her beige blazer, then her silky cream blouse. she pulled them off quickly, dropping them onto the floor without a care. she was wearing a simple white camisole underneath. you caught a glimpse of the tailored shape of her body beneath the thin fabric, and the small, dark pink ribbon tied neatly on her left breast. she paused, waiting for your instruction. 

"that's enough," you decided, enjoying the contrast of her formal skirt and bare upper body. 

"come here." 

she moved between your legs, her hands resting nervously on your knees. you lifted a hand and gripped her chin, forcing her to look up. 

"you like to preach about good choices, don't you? about discipline," you whispered, maintaining a dangerous softness. "tell me how bad this choice is, hyun-ju." 

"it's... unprofessional," she admitted, her voice cracking slightly. "it's wrong. but i can't stop." 

"that's what i thought." you released her, leaning back on your hands, granting her permission to proceed. "get to work." 

hyun-ju finally reached for your skirt, pushing the hem up over your hips. her fingers were unexpectedly gentle as they found the cotton of your underwear. she tugged them down without ceremony, revealing the slick skin underneath. 

she knelt then, right there in the empty, silent classroom, her posture still perfectly straight, except for the desperate hunger in her eyes. her fingers found your wetness first, easing between your lips, confirming the readiness you felt blooming inside. 

she leaned in, inhaling sharply before her mouth connected with your heat. the first touch of her tongue was a shock, warm, wet, and devoted. you gasped, your head tilting back. the sheer novelty of the location, the intensity of the desire in her movements, and the silent, complete surrender of the woman who held all the authority. it was overwhelming. 

she didn't stop to tease. she was a woman of focus, and her focus was now absolute. she used her tongue with the same methodical precision she used to grade papers, tracing, circling, and delving deep into your core. 

you gripped the edges of the desk, your breath coming in shallow, ragged bursts. the sounds you made were loud, echoing slightly in the empty room, and the risk of being overheard made the pleasure tenfold. 

"oh my god, hyun-ju," you moaned, your fingers digging into the wood. 

she lifted her head slightly, her face smeared with your slickness, looking up at you with those dark, intent eyes. "don't tell me you're close already, ____. i need to make sure this grade is earned." 

the sound of her professional voice, followed by that filthy instruction, was too much. it shattered the last of your cool control. 

"you're pathetic," you hissed, the insult meant as high praise. "you're going to lose your job over this, you know that?" 

she just grinned, a fierce, wicked expression that finally showed the wildness hidden beneath the mask. "then i need to make it worth it." 

she dove back down, her mouth opening wide, sucking hard and fast. she worked relentlessly, using her hand to angle you perfectly, until the pressure in your core mounted into a screaming, unstoppable climb. 

you cried out, a loud, choked shout that you couldn't stifle, your body convulsing against the desk. your legs tightened around her shoulders as she held steady, taking every drop of your orgasm with total devotion. 

when it was over, you slumped back onto the desk, utterly spent, your lungs heaving. hyun-ju slowly pulled away, her face still flushed, but the anxious tension in her shoulders was finally gone. she looked triumphant. 

she stood up, pulling your clothes back up. the skirt, the underwear, with gentle, respectful care.  smoothing the wrinkles with her now-steady hands. she didn't speak until she was standing by the door again, retrieving the key from her pocket. 

"your grade is an 'a', ____. effective immediately." she met your gaze, her eyes still dark with the aftermath. she was miss cho again, but subtly altered. the spine was still straight, but the authority was now genuine, laced with a new, shared secret. 

"and you have detention next friday," she added, her voice back to that measured, teacherly tone. she unlocked the door with a click. 

you just smirked, a lingering warmth throbbing between your legs. "for what, exactly? sleeping in class?" 

she opened the door, waiting for you to get off her desk. "no. for making me wait so long to give you what you deserve." 

she gave you a small, knowing look that sealed the deal, a look that promised a repeat next week, before stepping out and pulling the door shut behind her, leaving you alone to process the mess you'd made, and the a you’d earned. 

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young-mi had no clue how she got so lucky. you were everything she wasn't, and you still found it in your heart to want her. 

she couldn't hold a conversation without finding a scapegoat, you made friends with everyone you crossed paths with.  

she struggled holding a job for longer than a few months, and you have offers fall into your lap out of thin air. 

she looked deceptively innocent and got taken advantage of for it, while you looked like you knew everything when you were the pure one.  

these contrasts were what held this relationship together, but she won't ignore how timid it made her feel. even now, sitting next to you on the couch of your cozy apartment watching a movie  together, made her palms clammy.  

you scooted closer to her, blanket shifting to allow for your legs to touch more intimately. 

young-mi jumped slightly, shivers going down her spine from the feeling of you against her. "this movie is so cheesy," you remarked giggling lowly, deciding to blindly pick one on netflix to spice things up a little.  

young-mi gulped and played it cool, "hah, really..it is a bit silly," she licked her slightly chapped lips, glancing back down at your legs under the cover when you went back to laughing at whatever you both were watching. 

 it's hard to remember in this position.  

if she was being honest, she paid the film no mind for a majority of the hour you both had been sitting here. every soft breath you took, the way your baggy t-shirt sagged just enough to expose below your collarbone, and the sight of your pretty eyes glowing when an exciting scene came on.  

yeah, she was a total pervert.  

she ran a damp hand through her messy brown hair, before directing her gaze to a random patch of wall across the room, face gradually flushing at the thought of you.  

she wanted her hands on you all the time, if she was honest with herself. it was fine. there was no taboo in it. and no doubt you would welcome her with open arms no matter how awkward she was. alas, her anxiety ruined so, so many chances. 

who wants to look up above them and see a sweaty, nervous freak staring back down with wide eyes and drool slipping from the corner of their mouth? young-mi knew exactly how she got when she daydreamed about you, and it would give anyone the ick.  

a brief flashback to the previous night you were stuck in the office late, filing important documents while her hand was knee-deep in her pj shorts. soft whimpers, sweaty palms, and the fast pace scroll of her thumb through selfies of you in her phone.  

she breathed out a heavy sigh, biting her fingernails to calm herself down. you took notice of this, just happening to glance at her while she was lost in thought.  

"young-mi?," you piped curiously, gazing at her slightly reddened face, "is it getting hot in here for you? i can turn the ac down." you remarked softly, raising a hand to her forehead, 

"oh dear. you're burning up love, are you alright?" 

young-mi flinched slightly at the contact, the warmth of your skin sending a sudden jolt through her. her mind was a frantic mess, a thousand excuses trying to claw their way past her lips, but the closeness, the genuine concern in your soft eyes, was too much.  

the anxiety of disappointing you was a physical wall, and the only way past it was to remove the thing causing the most pressure: your gaze. 

she grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand away from her forehead. her eyes, usually so hesitant, now had a frantic, focused energy. her gaze swept the coffee table and landed on the silk scarf you sometimes wore. she snatched it up. 

"it's... it's just too much," she whispered, her hands already fumbling with the scarf. "your eyes are too pretty. i can't think." 

you didn't laugh or argue. you simply watched, your expression softening with understanding. "okay," you murmured, tilting your head back slightly in surrender. "then don't look at me, darling. i'm all yours." 

she moved close, her fingers surprisingly decisive as she looped the soft silk scarf around your head. her knuckles brushed against your cheek before she tied it gently but firmly behind your head, plunging your world into immediate, quiet darkness. 

the loss of vision was sudden, forcing your other senses to sharpen. you could feel the warmth radiating off her body, hear the quick, shallow cadence of her breathing, and smell the faint, nervous sweat mingling with the scent of popcorn and cheap couch fabric. 

the scarf secured, her hands finally dropped from your head and found your shoulders, gripping them tightly for a moment of self-reassurance. her voice was thin, but carried a new, desperate conviction in the silent dark. 

"see? t-this is way better, now i can touch you properly without being so..fidgety," she breathed, the words tumbling out as a half-truth, half-confession. the anxiety was still there, humming under the surface, but now it was manageable. she didn't have to worry about your judging eyes; she only had to trust her hands. 

"i know it is," you replied, your voice low and encouraging. you reached up, blindly finding her hands on your shoulders, and pulled them down to your chest. "you can feel me. just focus on that, young-mi." 

her hands were no longer clumsy. they became her eyes. they traced the line of your collarbone, memorizing the smooth curve, and then moved lower, pulling your loose t-shirt up and over your head, tossing the fabric onto the floor. she took her time mapping your ribs, your waist, feeling the deep inhale and exhale of your lungs. 

"so soft," she cooed, the sound raw and thick with emotion. her thumb traced the indent of your belly button, and you shivered, the cold air hitting your bare skin. 

"ah...that feels perfect, dear." 

emboldened by the darkness and your responsive sounds, her fingers finally found the elastic of your shorts. she tugged them down without care, her hands following the fabric until your lower body was exposed to the air and her touch. she pressed a palm to the soft skin of your inner thigh, her touch firm, possessive. 

she leaned in, her breath hot on your ear. "you're all mine right now. you can't even look away." 

the shift in power, the desperate little turn-on of her soft voice demanding control, made the heat surge between your legs. she didn't wait. her hands moved lower, parting your thighs, and her trembling fingers found the slick heat of your cunt. 

she pressed two fingers firmly against your entrance. she didn't have the visual cue of your face, so she relied entirely on your bodily reaction. the sudden, sharp intake of your breath, the involuntary arch of your hips. she was focused, driven by a simple, profound need to give you the pleasure she'd only ever dreamed of delivering. 

her touch was direct and relentless. she pushed her fingers deeper, bending them to find the perfect spot, while her thumb rubbed circles against your clit. she worked with the frantic energy of a woman who knows this window of courage won't last. 

"you're so wet for me," she whispered, the words barely audible, her face close to your ear. "my good girl. just take it all, love." 

you couldn't form words; all you could do was moan her name, tilting your hips upward in a silent plea for more. the anxiety was gone, replaced by a screaming need that built with every stroke of her desperate, beautiful hands. 

she matched your rising tempo, her fingers driving hard and fast until the pressure became unbearable. you cried out sharply, your nails digging into the couch cushion as your body tensed and shuddered, your climax ripping through you. 

young-mi kept her fingers steady, holding you through the tremors, her own ragged breathing close to your ear the only sound in the dark. 

when your body finally relaxed into a state of heavy, stunned exhaustion, she slowly pulled her fingers free. she didn't move the scarf yet. instead, she gently climbed onto the couch beside you, pulling your damp, trembling body into her arms. 

"there you go," she cooed, the sound rich with relief and pride. she kissed the silk over your eyes, then pressed her cheek against your forehead. "you're always so good for me. thank you. thank you for letting me do that." 

she held you tight, finally free to touch you without the punishing gaze of her own inadequacy. the darkness had been the key, and the feel of your satisfied body in her arms was all the reward she needed. 

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se-mi had been waiting for this night all month, and she could barely hold her excitement as she set the last jack-o-lantern outside of your shared house. you quickly learned after a year of this relationship that she loved halloween.  

you watched in slight amusement as she dumped a load of candy into the bucket to pass out to potential trick or treaters, or from the look on her face whoever walks by first.  

"you really thought of everything didn't you?" you pipped in, popping another gumdrop into your mouth. se-mi laughed, clumsily picking up the candy that fell on the floor from just how much she was handling.  

"and what about it?" she asked smirking, standing up and straightening her back before walking towards the kitchen table you sat at. she ran a ring-clad hand through her hair as she leaned forward, giving you a quick peck on the cheek. "you do know tonight's my night, right?"  

you giggled, pinching one of her cheeks like she was a kid excited to fill their bucket to last into next halloween. "i figured," you remarked knowingly, "it's just nice seeing you so happy about something like this." 

she puffed out her cheeks and rolled her eyes, "don't get sappy on me babe, i'm supposed to be scaring you right now as we speak!" she exclaimed proudly. you took a moment to look her tacky dracula costume up and down, a light huff of amusement leaving your lips.  

"i'm shaking in my boots!" you gasped in faux fear, too which se-mi puffed her cheeks out with a pout, turning around dramatically as her cape swirled with the wind. "yeah, yeah. laugh it up! the kids are going to love this." 

she marched forward, turning on the porch light to make the house loud and clear as an easy target for trick or treaters. you smiled and shook your head at her silly display, as if she was going into battle.  

seeing she was occupied you decided to check your phone.  you scrolled through it, lazily catching up on the barrage of messages you’d ignored while helping her hang up spiderwebs earlier, landing on a silly picture you took of se-mi struggling to carry the giant candy bucket, her cape dragging on the floor. 

you quickly typed a caption for your best friend: "she's seriously acting like a 5-year-old in this cheap cape, but it's cute. praying we don't run out of gumdrops before 8." 

you hit send. 

 immediately, your stomach dropped. 

the contact name at the top of the chat wasn't your friend's. it was the "neighborhood watch group chat" a place where your polite, composed neighbors discussed hoa fees and missing recycling bins. 

"oh, crap," you muttered, frantically trying to unsend the message, but it was too late. 

a dark shadow fell over you. se-mi, having just returned from turning on the porch lights, paused, her fake fangs gleaming slightly in the low light. 

"what's wrong?" she asked, her voice initially soft, before she leaned over your shoulder and read the screen. the message. your text about her "cheap cape" and childish excitement, stared up from the pristine chat history of the neighborhood council. 

the playful smirk vanished from her face. her expression became flat, cold. a sudden, absolute shift from enthusiastic child to something far more dangerous. the silly plastic cape seemed to drape with genuine menace. 

she didn't raise her voice. she simply plucked the phone from your hand and placed it face-down on the table. 

"a five-year-old in a cheap cape, huh?" she murmured, her voice dropping to a low octave you rarely heard, laced with a dominant edge that made you shiver despite yourself. "you think i'm silly when i try to make this night fun?" 

you quickly stood up, trying to backtrack. "no, wait, babe! that was meant for—" 

she cut you off, her hand slamming down on the porch light switch. the house plunged into darkness besides the orange hue of the pumpkin spice candles she lit prior. she then turned sharply toward the front door, pulling the heavy, rustic deadbolt and locking it with a loud, ominous thud. 

"lesson one, my dear," she said, turning back to you, stepping into your space. her height advantage suddenly felt immense. "when i'm excited, your job is to pay attention and participate. not talk behind my back." 

you backed up against the kitchen table, the rough wood pressing into your lower back. your heart was pounding. not from fear, but from the electric heat of her sudden shift in demeanor. 

she reached out and gripped the neck of your shirt. you could see the glint of the tiny plastic fangs in her mouth in tune with her dangling lip ring. 

"you need to be reminded who you belong to," she breathed, her lips pulling back slightly. "and who gets to decide when we play, and when we obey." 

she yanked you forward, silencing your protest with a rough, consuming kiss. her rough hands immediately went to your skirt, wrenching the fabric up and pushing it aside. she quickly pulled her costume pants down too, revealing the hard, insistent length of her arousal beneath the fabric. there was no time for finesse. 

"you like to dismiss me?" she snarled softly, the words spoken against your mouth before she tore her lips away and descended to your neck. 

her fake fangs were dull, but her teeth were sharp. she latched onto the sensitive skin just below your jawline, biting down just hard enough to sting, just hard enough to make you cry out a muffled, desperate gasp. 

you arched your back, a wave of intense heat radiating from the pain and the immediate, animalistic pleasure of the demand. the pressure of her teeth held you in place, forced you to submit, as she guided her hardness to your dripping arousal. 

she thrust into you, a single, sharp, brutal entry that stole your breath. 

"focus on me now," she demanded, her voice vibrating against your neck, her body driving into you with punishing, rapid strokes. she couldn't stop the hungry grin spreading across her face, almost taking a frightful glee in your slip-up. "you will feel every bit of disrespect you showed me, right here." 

the pain of the bite and the swift, shocking depth of her penetration overwhelmed your senses. you couldn't move, couldn't speak, could only gasp and cling to her cape as she hammered into you against the edge of the table. 

the sinful sounds of skin slapping against skin nearly overpowered the t.v blasting halloween music in the living room, and you prayed the walls were thick enough to muffle the noise, something se-mi evidentially paid no mind.  

"you like that don't you?" she grunted, hands gripping down on your hips as her sharp nails formed crescents in your skin. "slut." she spat, reeling at the self deprecating moan you mewled from her cruel words. 

she was focused, relentless, demanding a response. the pleasure was raw, humiliating, and agonizingly intense. she didn't slow, keeping her teeth clamped down on your neck until a wave of pure sensation washed over you, stealing your consciousness as you broke against her. 

she didn't stop until she had reached her own ragged climax, a low, guttural roar that she muffled against your skin. 

she pulled out, leaving you slick, trembling, and utterly breathless against the table. she pulled down her cape and straightened her costume with a quick, efficient movement. she picked up your phone, checked the time, and then placed it gently back down beside the candy bowl. 

she smoothed the hair back from your dazed eyes. "lesson learned, i think," she whispered, her lips red. she gave you a quick, satisfied peck on the forehead. 

you laid there limp, legs hanging behind you as you slowly caught your breath, barely processing how fast se-mi recovered from fucking you like it was nothing. maybe she really was a vampire. 

as quickly as she came, she marched back to the front door, unlocked it, and flipped the porch light back on, instantly returning the room to its warm, welcoming glow. she grabbed the candy bucket. 

"stay right there, darling," she said, now sounding like the excited se-mi again, her smile wide. "i need to get back out there before i miss the ghost in the wagon. i'll be back for aftercare in an hour." 

you could only slump further against the table, completely unable to move or even process the fact that she was leaving you half-dressed and dazed in the dark kitchen to prioritize her candy bucket. 

the front door opened, and you heard her cheerful, slightly too-loud voice greeting the first group of trick-or-treaters: 

"happy halloween! did i scare you?" 

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no-eul sometimes wondered if she was dating a grown women or a dog.  it was hard to tell with the way you were drooling over her recent proposal. 

you were her girlfriend.  

having somehow managed to break down her walls during her shifts at the local amusement park. it was a slow burn, and took awhile for her to warm up to you. once you finally got her number after months of small talk, she was wrapped around your finger. 

however, you were a still a college student.  

she realized this when you started texting her about your classes a few weeks into the relationship. surprisingly, it didn't seem to deter her much. she preferred being the older one. whether for a sense of control or cultural norm, she never seemed to specify.  

today was bigger than that though, at least for you.  

you had texted her after you failed another exam last week, and she didn't let it slide. no-eul lectured you as much as a teacher would, and urged you to study harder once you came home. 

'knowledge is power,' she spoke cooly,  

'do better.'  

however unlike a teacher, she tossed a dog a bone. she promised to give you a treat if you achieved a higher score. no more than this was specified, but you treated it like gold. she normally wasn't a fan of surprises, so there was no telling what she had in store for you.  

having this new sense of motivation, you studied your brain off for the next week since, to the point you actively recalled the material in your sleep.  

when the professor laid the test on your desk yesterday it was like the answers were already on the paper for you, as you wrote them in with acute precision.   

... 

now it was the moment you had been waiting for.  

riding the campus bus back to your shared apartment with no-eul, refreshing the grades page on canvas over and over again, waiting with bated breaths for the teacher to release your final score.  

ding! your phone pinged.  

you held you breath.  

'a+' with a note beneath the assignment, 'such a drastic change! you impressed me, keep up the good work ____.' 

onlookers raised an eyebrow as a single tear trailed down your face.  

fuck. yes.  

the rest of the bus ride was spent frantically texting everyone you knew. either celebrating your achievement or and shoving the a in the faces of those who doubted you, before finally texting no-eul on your walk back after getting off at your stop.  

____: my hunnie bunnie!!! guess what?!  

no-eul: i thought i told you to drop that ridiculous nickname...what is it? 

____: i got an a+ on my exam! not just an a, a+!!!  

no-eul: oh, good. i'm proud of you.  

'dry as always,' you thought. still giggling, you got straight to the point.  

____: does this mean i can have my treat?  

no-eul: yes, it does. how far are you from home? 

you quirked an eyebrow at this, 'must be something she has to set-up?' 

____: about 20 minutes?  

no-eul: alright. you'll get your teat when you get home. see you then. 

with that she went offline, and you decided not to pry for answers. it was more exciting this way anyways. 

... 

the air in the apartment felt strangely still when you finally arrived, keys rattling in the lock. you dropped your backpack near the door, your heart thumping with anticipation, your mind already buzzing with possibilities. 

"no-eul? i'm home!" 

silence. 

you walked past the small kitchen and into the living room. everything was dim; the curtains were drawn, and the only light came from a few scattered candles, casting long, dancing shadows. you paused, taking in the atmosphere, and then you spotted her. 

no-eul was waiting for you in the center of the room. she was wearing a simple black robe, tied tightly at her waist, but even that couldn't completely hide the curve of her body. her expression was calm, almost severe, which only heightened the tension. 

"you're late," she stated, her voice low and even, devoid of greeting. 

"only by two minutes," you replied, your voice coming out breathless. "the bus was slow, but i was so excited i hardly notice."  

she nodded once, her eyes sharp as they finally met yours. "you did well. you proved you could focus when the reward was motivating enough." her long fingers grasped the soft silk of the rope, fiddling with the fabric almost nervously, but her eyes said the opposite.  

you gulped, processing just what this atmosphere suggested. not an ice cream cake. you scratched the back of your neck,  "speaking of reward...where's that treat we were talking about?" you asked, grinning, looking around for some type of prize hidden in plain sight.  

instead of answering, she slowly untied the silk sash of her robe. she parted the fabric and let the black silk fall open, revealing the ‘treat.’ 

you sucked in a sharp breath. 

she was wearing something you’d never seen before: a piece of black, mature lingerie. it was structured, laced with delicate embroidery, and perfectly framed the stark contrast of her pale skin. it was undeniably sexy, but in a refined, expensive way. no childish ribbons or tulle. it was a tasteful piece of finery. 

what truly stole your attention was the harness she wore over the lace. it was simple black leather, and attached to it was a gleaming, dark strap that contrasted sharply with the delicate material of the lingerie. 

"you like it?" she asked, a sliver of a smirk finally breaking her calm.  

she remembered you making an offhanded comment about how pretty she'd look in something like this awhile ago, something not even you remembered. she paid it no mind then, but decided it could be saved for the right moment to spoil you. seems like that time finally came.  

"i..." you swallowed hard, tongue going dry like you were dying of thirst. "i love it. it's...perfect." 

no-eul reached up. with a slow, deliberate movement that made your entire body stiffen, she pulled the lingerie down slightly, revealing more of her chest, just above her chest. the sudden intimacy of the gesture, done with her usual cold focus, was overwhelmingly sexy. 

"the rules are simple," she stated, stepping closer towards you until the tip of the strap almost brushed your shaky thighs. "this is your reward for your hard work," she spoke lowly, pointing a dark red nail downwards, "you earn this by taking it." 

she didn't wait for a response. she reached a steady hand out, her cool fingers finding the zipper on your skirt, and quickly pulled it down. "i told you to stop wearing these skirts so short." she tsked offhandedly, as she slid her hand inside, cupping your slick clit through the material of your underwear, instantly sending a shockwave of pleasure through your already buzzing body. 

you let out a helpless gasp, leaning forward and resting your forehead against her shoulder, suddenly overcome by the sensation. she smelled like expensive soap and roses.  

you use to pray for times like this.  

"you were so focused all week," she murmured softly against your ear, her hand caressing you rhythmically, making you instantly needy. "now, all i want you focus on is me." there was an air of silence, as she stared into your eyes like she was reading your mind.  

before you could respond, she pulled back just enough to smash her mouth onto yours. it wasn't gentle; it was a hungry, dominating kiss. a reward, yes, but also a declaration of ownership. the taste of mint rolled off her tongue as she explored every inch of your mouth.  

your hands flew up, frantically gripping her shoulders, pulling her deeper into the kiss. you could feel the cold material of the strap pressing against your stomach. she'd only used the strap for one other occasion, when you made her jealous enough to remind you who you belonged too. it was in near perfect condition just for this moment.  

she broke the kiss only to drag your skirt down past your knees. then, she released you from her embrace, taking two steps back, silently commanding you to look at her. her face was just as, if not more flushed than yours, but she still carried an air of authority. 

"lay down on the couch," she instructed, her voice flat but powerful. her hand trailed down her thighs, before gripping the strap. she made eye contact with your blown out gaze, as she opened her mouth, letting a trail of spit roll off her tongue to wet the sinful plastic.  

yeah, that'll do it.  

just like a dog following their owners command, you shifted over towards the cushions and fell back as you were told, exposed and vulnerable. just for her. she walked slowly towards you, legs moving with silent agility. they were so smooth and perfect, you made a mental note to end up in this position again.  

very soon.  

"good girl," she spoke, the ghost of something next to pride crossing her features. she didn't praise you often, it just wasn't in her nature, so you savored her words like the last drop of water in the desert. she noticed your blissed out expression while leaning over you, and cracked a small, genuine smile.  

she shifted onto the couch and laid her legs on either side of your body, strap hanging in the middle.  

she put a hand on either side of your head, her fingers gently threading into your hair. she guided your body forward until you laid right up against her, the hard material of the strap pressing against the junction of your thighs. 

she looked down at you with silent endearment, "you're the prettiest like this," she cooed, "when you give yourself to me like this." there was a beat of silence as she breathed above you, committing the image of you under her too memory. if only you could see how absolutely wrecked you looked.  

you were growing impatient, evident in how quickly you leaned back against the cushions, just enough to guide the tip of the strap to your cunt. she didn't do anything, just watched. she wanted to see just how much you needed her.  

with a deep breath, you pushed forward, taking the first slow inch of her slick strap. it was a tight, intense pleasure that made your eyes squeeze shut. 

"look at me," she commanded. 

you obeyed, opening your eyes. her expression was unchanged, calm, focused, demanding. but there was a deep, electric satisfaction shimmering beneath the surface. 

you moved then, driven by the desire to give her the show she wanted. you gripped her hips, pulling yourself up and then sinking down, taking her fully onto you with a low, primal moan. the sensation was overwhelming; the friction, the angle, the powerful weight of her gaze. 

no-eul remained still, letting you do all the work, but her control was absolute. she kept her hands laced in your hair, using them to regulate your speed, pulling you closer when the friction became too intense, forcing you to slow down when you wanted to rush. 

"easy, puppy," she chastised softly when your rhythm grew frantic. "savor your treat. you worked too hard to rush it." 

the slow, grinding pace she enforced was agonizing, building the pressure until you were trembling on your back. you were lost, drowning in the feeling of her hard length moving inside you, focused solely on the sensations she allowed you. you could feel the heat of her gaze, and wondered if she took more pleasure watching you than anything.  

this back and forth of bodies continued for a few more moments, before you cried out, head shooting back against the couch, the feeling becoming too sharp, too much. you felt her fingers release your hair and slide down your back, pulling you in tightly against her hardness as you surged over the edge. 

it was a total surrender, a shuddering climax that stole your breath and left you weak. 

no-eul waited patiently, letting the contractions subside. when your body finally relaxed, she simply pulled out and you into a tight, possessive hug, holding you against her lace-clad chest. 

"see?" she whispered, her swollen lips near your ear. "that's what happens when you apply yourself. remember this." you only stared up at her, chest moving up and down while you caught your breath. she eventually pulled her hands away completely when you calmed down, unclipping the strap harness.  

"now," she said, her expression returning to its usual serene focus.  

"i'm making dinner. go take a shower, and send me the syllabus for your next class." 

sure. still blunt as ever. but you wouldn't change it for the world.  

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'another one?' you thought, digging through your pantie drawer. you've been losing underwear in the laundry for the past two weeks, and it was getting annoying. you slammed the dresser drawer closed and released a heavy sigh, falling back on your bed. 

there was just no way.  

the apartments laundry room was secure and you barely saw anyone going down there when you were doing yours. hyun-ju was the only one with the same schedule, but she was your trusted roommate.  

yeah. she's not that type of person.  

you decided against sulking in your room again, like the last few time you gave your underwear drawer a headcount, and dragged your feet to the small yet cozy living room.  

hyun-ju was already sat there on the couch, preparing to repaint her nails the same shade of black shes been wearing for the past year. she noticed your presence immediately, turning away from the t.v playing a random obscure korean game show.  

"ah, ____. i thought you went to slee-" she took in your sour expression, raising her eyebrows slightly before slowly putting the polish down. "..is something wrong?" 

you huffed and ran a hand through your hair, walking promptly towards the couch before sinking into the cushion next to her. "unnieeeeeeee,," you whined playfully, like you always did when something didn't go your way.  

hyun-ju smiled softly at this, her eyes going lidded with that endearing look only she could pull off. "yes? what happened?" you looked up at her and huffed, crossing your arms over each other.  

"it happened again.."  

there was a pause, before hyun-ju spoke up again in a uncharacteristically low tone. "you mean that...clothes thief? you noticed something missing again?" her fists balled up ever so slightly, knuckles turning white.  

you sensed her frustration and was glad she cared so much. even if she was only your roommate. "yeah," you sighed, having had this conversation before. she's told you the first few times she'd file a complaint and try to get footage of the culprit.  

sadly, nothing has been found so far.  

her eyebrows furrowed, watching you slump over. "i'm so sorry ____. i promise you, i'll get to the bottom of this." she asserted firmly, but..something in the way her legs fidgeted as she spoke ever so slightly caught your eye, only for a moment.  

"i'll make us some tea, so you can calm down. does that sound good?" she asked unexpectedly, too which you looked at her curiously. "it's fine, really," you say shaking your head, "i saw you were about to paint your nails anyways, you don't have to-" 

"i want too." she spoke firmly but gently, giving you a reassuring smile. it was hard to say no to that face. you smiled tiredly, "well, if it's not too much trouble, that would help a lot." that's all she needed to hear, nodding before standing up and striding towards the kitchen. 

after about ten minutes, hyun-ju returned with two cups of green tea. one mug being her favorite, dawning cats, and yours being a simple pink one with stars. she set them down on the coffee table in front of you both. "there we go." she mused, her usual laid back personality shining through.  

you both made small talk about whatever came to mind while waiting for the tea to cool down, until you felt yourself get a bit thirsty after a little bit. you glanced at the mug before picking it up, setting it in your lap.  

you looked down at the inside of the mug, watching the tea swirl around. hyun-ju leaned over and grabbed her own, tilting her head slightly. "is it too cold?" she asked, referring to you staring down at the liquid.  

you shook your head, "no, ahah, i'm just on edge." you ignored the pit in your stomach and raised the mug to your lips, taking big gulp after gulp. it was hot, but comfortable.  

hyun-ju strangely only sat and watched, not drinking her tea at all.  

around thirty seconds after you drained the last sip, a wave of profound heaviness washed over you. the room seemed to tilt, and the soft cushion of the couch felt like a sinking cloud.  

hyun-ju looked almost unphased. 

"oh," you mumbled, trying to set the mug down, but your hand felt sluggish, disconnecting from your brain. "unnie, i think...i'm tired now." your confusion was palpable.  

hyun-ju leaned forward, her expression completely devoid of the earlier warmth. her eyes were wide, dark, and focused. she reached out and gently took the pink mug from your grasp, setting it silently on the coffee table. 

"i know, darling. you've had a very stressful week. you just need to relax now," she said, her voice a calm, hypnotic monotone. she placed a cool hand on your cheek, tracing the line of your jaw with her thumb.  

did she always touch you like this? you couldn't remember, head spinning and all.  

the touch was too much. your head felt incredibly light, and your muscles like wet sand. you tried to form a question about the tea, about the missing panties, about the creeping terror, but the words dissolved on your tongue. 

"shh. don't worry about the laundry anymore," she whispered, her lips brushing your ear. "i have everything you need. right here." 

she stood up, and the world spun. you felt her strong, nervous hands slide under your armpits, easily lifting your dead weight. you registered the brief, dizzying journey to her bedroom, the soft mattress beneath your back, the hurried movements as she carefully, gently removed your clothing. you tried to help, tried to protest, but your limbs were just floating things, warm and unresponsive. 

you were conscious, acutely aware, but completely paralyzed save for your eyes. you could see hyun-ju, breathing heavily, her hands shaking slightly as she leaned over you, her dark hair falling around her face. she looked terrified, guilty, and profoundly excited all at once. she was wearing only her black tank top and a thin, damp screen of sweat covered her skin. 

she kissed you then, a deep, reverent, anxious kiss that made your limp body tingle. 

"i'm so sorry, ____," she whispered against your mouth, her voice raw. "but i need this. i've needed this for months." 

you felt her slide between your legs, her fingers already slick and knowing as they found your cunt. your body, completely disconnected from your ethics, reacted instantly, welcoming her nervous, fumbling touch with wet, helpless heat. 

"shhhh, i got you.." hyun-ju cooed in your ear, holding your hips steadily as she slowly slipped inside of your already wet opening. her fingers caressed and violated your insides in slow, steady strokes.  

your moans sounded muffled and distorted in your ears, but they sounded like heaven to hyun-ju, only motivating her timid body to move with purpose.  

when she felt you were wet enough for more, she retracted her calloused fingers with a loud squelch.  

"hah, look at you," she purred, gazing down at you like you were her salvation, "if i..i knew you'd be so compliant, i would've done this ages ago.." she thought aloud, clammy fingers now clenching down on your sides. 

you tilted your head at her, making out bits and pieces. it was obvious she said something strange though, her face flushing with relentless embarrassment.  

was anything about this ok? no. were you drugged? yes. is she hot? hell yes. 

"d-don't panic,," she said more to herself than you, reaching into her sleep shorts and pulling out her pulsing cock. "just breathe." she sighed shakily, lining up with your wetness and pushing it in slowly. 

 your mouth soundlessly gapped in surprise from the intrusion, broken whines falling from your lips. hyun-ju leaned over and kissed along your neck, "there you go, so good for me." you could hear the sheer relief in her voice, like she's been aching for this.  

without much restraint, you gradually began bucking your hips back into hers, riding the wave of pleasure she was giving you no choice but to accept. brain fuzzy and legs wide open, anyone else above you would've made you feel like a cheap whore. 

not hyun-ju though. she worshipped the ground you walked on.  

hyun-ju's breath hitched, her skin shining underneath the dim moonlight shining through the window. the sheer excitement she felt from you taking her buzzed around your sweaty bodies.  

you felt yourself getting too loud, trying to clumsily raise a limp hand and cover your mouth.  

she noticed this, swiftly grabbing your hand mid-air and holding it there, before giving you a warning thrust. your mewl punctuated the air and she reveled in it. "no hiding, love," she tsked softly, "be good for me.." 

you didn't respond, only twisted your hips up toward her, your entire focus narrowed down to the single, intense point of friction. her body moved with a newfound confidence, the rhythmic pressure building, building, until the edges of your vision began to dissolve into streaks of bright, chaotic light. 

hyun-ju let out a small, desperate cry as she felt you clench around her. the pleasure was too sharp for her, and she quickly covered your mouth with her free hand, muffling your final, desperate scream as your climax tore through your body. 

she stayed buried deep inside you, trembling violently against your limp form. when she finally pulled away, she collapsed onto the mattress beside you, panting, completely spent. 

she turned her head to face you, her pupils dilated and dark. "...i'm keeping this one too," she whispered, her voice rough with satisfaction, her gaze falling to the empty spot on your hips where your panties should have been. "a souvenir. so you don't forget why you're mine." 

she then rolled over, wrapping her arms around you, and pulling the duvet over both your bodies. at this point, you didn't have enough energy left to blink. falling asleep first, as she watched you with an untamed fondness.  

"love you, jagiya." 

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oh.  

it was another day of class, and you had just opened your locker to another mess of wrappers and trash splayed across the inside. it looked like someone dumped a recycle bin in it. again.  

how did she even get a key? 

on the inside of the locker door there was a small note on a piece of paper, taped to the metal. 'meet me in the girls bathroom after school.' written in smudged ink.  

sighing, you rolled your eyes and grabbed the binder you were looking for, slamming it shut. hearing a trail of giggles, you swiftly turned towards the other side of hall, a familiar tall girl with short black hair making a poor attempt at hiding her amusement.  

you knew it was her, it was always her.  

she had been bullying you for the past year for seemingly no reason. you kept to yourself, you barely talked to anyone if it wasn't for an assignment, and went home as soon as classes let out everyday. 

there was absolutely nothing about you that could've drawn her attention, or so you thought.  

you stuck up a middle finger before turning away from her mocking gleam, speed-walking down the hall too whatever your next class was. it was hard to think when all you could do was imagine finally giving her a piece of your mind later.  

she's invited you to various places with her notes before, but you ignored them. this lead too your daily torment increasing to levels others won't believe even if you told them. trashed lockers, spread rumors, and even sending her goons after you to annoy you to death on your walk home.  

the purple haired one specifically made you want to scratch your eyes out.  

finally arriving to class, you took your usual seat at the back of the room, laying your head in your hand with a frustrated huff. 

you wished she wasn't such a model student despite her horrible personality, then maybe the teachers would've taken your complaints seriously. only miss cho stepped in, and the peace only lasted a week until se-mi was trailing you down a lunch to spit out insults.  

your left hand clenched and unclenched on the desk. she was finally going to get a taste of her own medicine.  

... 

once your last class was dismissed you put up your stuff, quickly picking up your backpack and rushing towards the girls bathroom.  

it was secluded in an odd spot of the school, where there weren't enough cameras in enough areas to actually catch anything happening in it. girls usually used it for smoking, skipping, or even hook-ups. today you were going to use it to knock se-mi down a peg.  

with a soft scowl, you entered the bathroom to see you had arrived first, having enough time to get ready. tossing you bag by the entrance, you looked in the mirror and ran a hand through your hair. you were nervous, but you were determined. 

ten minutes pass and you leaned against a wall, waiting patiently for her to arrive. speak of the devil. suddenly, the aged door creaked open to reveal the woman of the hour, already wearing her usual shit-eating grin.  

"aw, you arrived early? miss me that much?" she teased, playing with her lip piercing before dropping her own backpack. "i'm charmed." 

you ignored her teasing tone, frown deep and unshakable. she quirked an eyebrow, "this worked up over some wrappers? such a sensitive thing." she began walking in your direction, and once she was a little over halfway across the room you pounced.  

throwing a weak punch, she quickly evaded and dodged it.  

you tried to catch your footing but fell onto the cold tile floor, but ended up falling hands first with a thud.  

se-mi stood tall behind you and tilted her head, "was that an attempt to fight me?," she asked with a smirk, crouching down on her knees to your level, "lame. but i'll give you credit for trying. a for effort."  

you could hear how much enjoyment she took out of speaking down at you, and it only made you angrier. you quickly turned your body over, before launching at her again, knocking her down onto the floor.  

she was caught off guard, falling onto her back with you hover over, gripping her wrists with shaky hands. "shut up already!" you yelled, for the first time she entered the bathroom.  

se-mi's eyes were wide wit surprise for a moment, before her usual cockiness returned. "is that all you've got?" she taunted, her voice laced with amusement. she didn't make a move to push you off, deciding to enjoy the little show you were putting on.  

you ignored her nonchalance, "...what did you even call me here for?" you asked, already sick of her presence. you didn't care to fight anymore, it was what she wanted after all.  

she looked up at you with a certain shine in her eyes that sent chills down your spine. even scarier, her hand began to lightly trail up your side before you swiftly swatted it away, gripping her wrist again. she pouted, but didn't make a move to touch you again.  

"i wanted to make a deal." she spoke casually, like she wasn't splayed on the ground at your mercy. you didn't speak, only hesitantly nodding, urging her to continue.  

"let me have my fun today, and i'll leave you alone." se-mi spoke with sincerity for the first time since you've known her, and it only made you more suspicious. your grip on her wrists dwindled as you processed her words. "what's the catch?" you asked accusingly, hesitant.  

se-mi breathed a soft sigh, "who do you think i am?" she asked almost offended, "i might treat you like shit but i keep my promises." she said, like you could obviously do both at the same time.  

your mind was racing, trying to find the flaw in her logic, the hidden cost. "tell me exactly what 'your fun' is," you demanded, your voice barely a rasp. "i need to know the price." 

se-mi’s playful expression solidified into something purely predatory. "the price is simple: this moment. you let me do what i want right now, without a single objection, and you get your peace. no more trash and no more rumors. i'll even make sure my friends leave you alone. forever." she paused, her eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that burned. "but if you fight, if you break the deal now, i will double it. understood?" 

the silence of the bathroom was crushing. a year of daily misery against one hour of unknown humiliation. the choice felt impossible, yet the alternative was worse. you finally let go of her wrists completely, your hands dropping uselessly to the floor. 

"fine," you whispered, the word tasting like metal and defeat. you scrambled backward until you hit the cold tile wall, pulling yourself up to stand. "deal." 

se-mi stood, dusting off her pants with slow, almost theatrical care. her smile was back, wider and more genuine than any you had ever seen from her, and it made your stomach churn. 

"good girl," she purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. she reached inside the pocket of her jacket and pulled out a thick, black sharpie marker. the click as she uncapped it was the only sound in the room, sharp and final. 

"now, off with the clothes. every piece." 

you froze, the blood draining from your face. "what? no, the deal was—" 

"the deal was i get to have my fun," she cut in, taking a casual step toward you. the marker was a blunt, dark threat in her hand. "did you think i brought you to the most secluded bathroom in the school just to have a chat? i want to see you stripped bare, and i want to write on you. now. don't waste my time." 

so this was her plan all along.  

your breath hitched. the sudden, brutal clarity of the demand hit you like a physical blow. you wanted to run, to scream, but the image of crying in frustration when no one believed you came to mind. you had traded your body for silence. 

shakily, your fingers went to the buttons of your uniform shirt. each movement was labored and reluctant. you pulled the shirt up and over your head, tossing it aside, followed by your blouse. the chilly air hit your skin, and you wrapped your arms around your chest instinctively, trying to cover the exposed expanse. 

se-mi was closer now, her breath a warm, humid contrast on your ear. she gently lowered your guarding hands. "don't hide it," she murmured. with the tip of the marker, she pushed your bra strap down your shoulder. the first stroke of the permanent marker on your skin felt heavy and violating, a brand of ownership. 

she dragged the marker eagerly across your skin like a blank canvas, her expression teetering between adoration and possession. "so good for me," she sighed under her breath, gliding the ink across wherever she could reach. you tried to ignore her as much as you could, but you both knew there was no escaping the sensation.  

... 

after for what seemed like an eternity, she was done.  

"you're such a crybaby," se-mi sighed cruelly, stepping back to admire her work. "don't look so sad, you look so pretty like this." her lopsided smile only grew wider the longer she stared down at your exposed body. 

words scrambled across your chest, arms, stomach, and legs in full view. only for her. eyes trailing across your body, demeaning, nasty things only she had the right to call you. ''slut' on the right arm, 'se-mi's whore' on the left, 'good girl' above your belly button, and words that can't even be named across your thighs.   

she liked her name across your chest the most, "세미" in bold sharpie ink.  

you shivered from the chilly bathroom stall air on your skin, and her intense gaze wasn't helping. you bit your lip anxiously, "a-alright..you had your fun so-" se-mi cut you off, playing both hands firmly on your shoulders.  

"so what?" she whispered under her breath, "so you want to leave? when we're just getting started?" 

well. yes.  

you found her question confusing, arms wrapping around your midsection to keep out the cold from being so exposed. she caught onto this and smiled, an idea growing in her head.  

"oh, you're cold," she spoke casually, leaning over you, breathing a warm breath against your neck. you shivered, her breath a sharp contrast to your cold body. "what type of friend would i be if i let you leave like this?" 

she was toying with you, and you both knew her sentence didn't hold any kindness it mimicked on the surface.  

se-mi let her hands slide down your shoulders, resting them just above the bold ink of her name on your chest. "you're not leaving like this, of course not," she said, her voice soft but terrifyingly firm. "that would be embarrassing for you. and if you're embarrassing, i'm embarrassed." she chuckled, the sound grating. 

her eyes flickered to the discarded pile of your uniform on the floor. "you're going to put your clothes back on." 

you stared at her, confused. "but...the marks—" 

"exactly," she cut in, tapping a finger lightly against the word 'slut' scrawled on your arm. "the ink is permanent. it's under there now, under your shirt, under your skirt. it's a secret just for us. it’s my guarantee." she straightened up, retrieving her jacket and slinging it over one shoulder. 

"every time you move, every time the fabric rubs against your skin, you'll remember why you earned the peace i'm giving you. you’ll remember who you belong to." 

the realization hit you, colder than the bathroom air: the deal hadn't been for one afternoon of "fun." it was a lifetime sentence, a psychological shackle. the words were a brand you couldn't wash off tonight, maybe not even tomorrow. 

"it’s dark out already," she said, checking her phone. "better hurry home. don't worry about nam-gyu and thanos; i told them you're busy now. you're mine to deal with." she bent down, grabbed her backpack with a single fluid motion, and turned toward the door. 

she paused with her hand on the cold metal handle, glancing back over her shoulder, her smirk razor sharp. "oh, and if you try to scrub it off before monday? i’ll know. and everything will go back to normal. have a good weekend, babe." 

with a final, echoing click, the door swung shut, leaving you alone in the dim, silent bathroom, the chill of the tile under your feet and the sting of black ink on your skin.  

you were free, but you were undeniably, horribly marked. 

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another mall trip, who would've guessed young-mi liked shopping this much? 

well, not in the sense of clothes. she loved little trinkets from kawaii centered stores, and a miniso sure hated to see her coming.  

she had just finally secured a new job at a library, and shyly asked if you both could go out to celebrate. it was a gentle fall saturday, and the pep in her step going from store to store made you squeal on the inside.  

"look! look ____!" she beamed, pointing at the glass showcase of the latest my melody plush. she had an orange color palette and yellow accents, it was quite cute. "you want this one?," you asked, already knowing the answer. 

she nodded her head with a timid 'mhm..' quickly trailing down a worker and asking them to unlock the case. this must've been a big grab item, since all melodies like this were behind a glass wall.  

the employee handed young-mi the plush, before directing their attention to you. their eyes widened slightly, small hearts forming in them. "hey!," she started, fixing her bangs, "your friend here has good taste, anything you looking for cutie?"  

uh oh. 

young-mi immediately went uncharacteristically quiet.  

you bit your tongue lightly, choosing your words carefully before responding. "ah haha, no this stuff isn't really my thing.." the worker smirked, closing the glass door without looking away from you. "same for me," she spoke sweetly, "but you look way cuter than anything sold here." 

you quickly raised your hands to object, but young-mi beat you too it. "excuse me." she interrupted, holding the plush up in front of the slightly annoyed store worker. "i would like to get rang up now, please." she spoke in the flattest voice, tone lacking any emotion.  

the worker paused, looking at her with disdain, but begrudgingly walking back to the register. "sure...right this way." you knew what this meant, so you kept your mouth shut and your eyes down as she paid for the toy.  

there was an eerie silence as you both walked out of the store, young-mi clutching my melody like she owed her rent money. you decided to try to break the tension first, "back there was pretty bothersome wasn-" 

"that girl..." she started, finally making eye contact with you as she stopped in a dark part of the mall, a secluded corner behind less popular stores you didn't even realize you were led too.  

"...what about her?" you gulped. 

"did you like her?" she spat. 

you quickly shook your head, her eyes piercing through your skull. "of course not. i don't even know her, you're the only one i love," you affirmed, feeling like you were being shoved into a corner. quite literally.  

young-mi's eyes were dark, as she put the plush in one of her many bags and set them down on the floor. "then why did you let her talk to you?" she questioned, but her voice was hollow. she walked towards you until you hit the wall with a thud, stranded in a spot nobody could see you both unless they squinted.  

"i didn't...know i couldn't talk to people?" wrong answer. she furrowed her eyebrows and pouted, which would have been adorable in any other situation. she was shorter than you, and stood a few inches below your head, but she was towering over you in spirit.  

"i don't like it," she sulked, gripping the front of your shirt in a simmering rage, "it was obvious she was flirting, wasn't it?" she asked, and you knew no matter what you said it wouldn't change the conclusion she made in her head. 

"i'm sorry." you spoke softly, trying to avoid the storm. this wasn't the first time she got jealous, trivial things set her off easily. friends staying over too long, calls with family members dragging on too long, and situations like these at stores. 

young-mi soaked in your apology, but she wasn't listening. 

 she didn't say another word before yanking you down, smashing her lips onto yours. caught by surprise, your hands hung in the air between you both as she wasted no time shoving her tongue inside.  

sloppy, slimy, and rough. her hands gripped your cheeks like it was a punishment, and she only pulled away when your head was getting fuzzy from the lack of air. you both detached, heavy breaths falling from both of your lips for oxygen.  

you didn't fight back. despite her actions, she had you wrapped around her little finger.  

once young-mi caught her breath she calmed a little, fingers gliding down towards your neck, holding her palms there on either side. "please," she spoke under her breath, eyes growing more upset than angry, a sincere sadness welling in them. 

"tell me you love me, and only me. you love me the most right? you love me more than love itself, right? please?," she started her ramblings, yearning, praying for you to calm the voices in her head. 

you could see the swirls in her eyes, and before she lost herself you pulled up your shirt, showing her where your heart was, literally. this calmed young-mi down in an instant, and she leaned her head on your chest, listening to the beat. 

"my heart belongs to you," you started, looking down at her steadily calming expression. "i love you the most, more than anything." you leaned over and cooed in her ear, sweet nothings that sent wet streams down your chest.  

she was crying. 

before you could comfort her, young-mi gripped the front of your bra. "off..." she whined, looking at you with puppy eyes. you gazed at her hesitantly, as this was still a public space. but, she looked like this is what she needed the most. you couldn't deny her. 

"alright," you whispered softly, slowly realizing where this was going, "just please, keep it down, ok love?" young-mi nodded, sadness dissipating into a hopeful gaze. 

you breathed a sigh before reaching behind yourself and unclasping the bra, sliding it off with the other hand. young-mi wasted no time, soft hands grasping your breasts with a gentle yet firm grip. 

you whined softly, as her mouth found its way towards your left nipple, sucking on it for comfort. this was also a way she laid claim on you, your breasts being a form of validation. a reminder you would only let her do this.  

you stood still, not stiff but compliant as she enjoyed her meal. going back and forth between both breasts, your chest was covered in her saliva. she was messy, lips red and slick from slurping against your skin.  

young-mi moaned noisily, intertwining with your own hushed gasps. "ah-hah.." she was lost in the feeling of you, growing too loud ever so often in the small space. you tried to quiet her down but she only grew needier, steadily grinding into your thigh now. 

"c-come on..isn't this enough?," you stuttered, jumping slightly every time she bucked against your pussy. young-mi paid your scolding no mind, her greed consuming her completely.  

she sucked, bumped, and grinded on you until you heard a higher pitched sound rip through her, body shortly collapsing on your chest. you looked down at her confused before seeing the wet spot on her skirt.  

ah. 

young-mi gripped your hips for dear life, face shoved in-between your chest as her pants fanned your sweaty skin.  

you silently raised a hand, raking it through her messy brown hair gently. "there, there," you whispered soothingly. you were on the edge too, but didn't worry much about your own pleasure to begin with. 

 you can always ask her sweetly to finish the job later.  

she would never passed up an opportunity to claim you.  

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neither hyun-ju nor young-mi have ever paid halloween much mind in the past. it had more of a party scene presence in korea, and neither went to too many functions in the first place. 

but you? you were an enthusiast, halloween being your all time favorite holiday. 

when your girlfriends told you they never celebrated halloween before at the beginning of october, you started scheming. slowly hanging up more fall decorations around the apartment, leaving on your halloween playlist while cleaning, and scrolling through matching costumes on your phone in the open. 

young-mi was oblivious, but hyun-ju caught on quick, and found it adorable.  

"halloween?"  

hyun-ju asked knowingly, taking a bite out of a slice of pumpkin pie at the kitchen table. it was a quiet friday afternoon. she got off work a few hours ago and young-mi was taking a nap on the couch.  

"yes!," you responded enthusiastically, finishing a bite of your own. you both had an established routine. when she got back it was time to sit and recite your day, thoughts, and whatever came to mind to each other.  

"it's so much fun. we all must do something together," you urged, looking at her with a near pleading expression, "don't you get tired of working all the time?" 

hyun-ju smiled softly at your enthusiasm and nodded, "i suppose we can come up with something," she tapped her finger on the table in thought, "we can discuss this with young-mi when she wakes up too—" 

"hm?"  

young-mi hummed, trailing a blanket into the kitchen as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. her hair was messily sprawled every which way, causing both you and hyun-ju to giggle amongst yourselves.  

she tilted her head, before sitting in between you two. "i just woke up," she yawned, "what did i miss?" you rubbed your hands together like a fly, while hyun-ju ran her hand through young-mi's hair, gently pushing it back into place.  

"oh not much..just our super awesome fun halloween plans!" you raised your hands for emphasis, "exciting right?" young-mi stared off for a moment before grinning at you, "that sounds nice, you have been talking about this holiday a lot lately." 

you nodded proudly, pulling your phone out and showing the girls your list of potential matching costumes. "mhm, i already have some costume ideas bookmarked too. any of these look cool to you guys?" 

hyun-ju and young-mi leaned in closer, glancing at the list of outfits. you sat still watching their curious expressions, before a lightbulb sparked. 

"let's play a game yeah? i'll list off the costumes, and you give me your thoughts!" 

"sounds good to me," hyun-ju spoke, already sounding amused. young-mi glanced up at her before nodding along, "me too." you approved their confirmations and began.  

"alright, alright. first up, minions!"  

hyun-ju snickered, covering her mouth. young-mi scratched her head, "um..that's a bit silly." 

you continued.  

"haha, ok. next up, s'mores!"  

hyun-ju quirked an eyebrow, leaning her head in her palm. "mmm it's a bit plain right?" young-mi nodded along in agreement, "yeah, if it's our first costumes we should probably show out." 

time to use your triumph card.  

you scrolled all the way too the bottom of the list, something neither could see coming. 

"show out hm? well what about, succubus's!"  

hyun-ju's face heated up, turning red as she stared at the example on your phone. the skimpiest outfit she's ever seen. were that many straps even possible? young-mi looked more than interested, her tired eyes widening for the first time since she woke up. 

"i'm in." young-mi states with no hesitation, already imagining you and hyun-ju wearing something so revealing. hyun-ju sweat dropped, looking everywhere but your phone. "u-um i'm not sure about this one, i don't...really have the body for it. do i?" 

young-mi wasn't having it. she turned towards hyun-ju and grabbed her hand, squeezing it gently.  

"unnie, you're so hot. this costume would fit you perfectly," she said bluntly, even as her own face reddened. you pipped in with your usual enthusiasm, "i agree, you'd be drop-dead gorgeous in something like this." 

hyun-ju hummed lowly, her eyes flickering back to screen for a moment. "well..if we're all going to be wearing the same thing...i won't look too out of place right?" you and young-mi nodded quickly, "we'll wear these too a party downtown! a lot of girls will be dressed like this," you added, "you'll fit right in." 

hyun-ju glanced between her eager girlfriends and breathed a hesitant sigh, "alright then, i'll indulge you both." young-mi put her hands together and smiled wide, thanking whatever gods existed for this blessing.  

with everyone's ok, you wasted no time opening one of the websites you bookmarked and adding the costumes to your cart. while you checked out, young-mi stammered constant praise too hyun-ju regarding her body and looks, to which hyun absorbed like a sponge.  

"aaannnddd ordered! should be here in a few days." you smirked, showing them the shipment notification. 

hyun-ju sighed nervously, but a spark of excitement twinkled in her eye. "the things i do for love," she joked, ruffling young-mi's hair.  

with that you all sat around and talked casually about the plans you made.  

... 

the bass of club pentagon was a physical thing, vibrating through the thin soles of your heels and up into the tight, restrictive latex of the succubus costume.  

the air was thick with fog machine smoke, cheap cologne, and the metallic tang of sweat, but all you could feel was the intense, possessive heat radiating off the two women flanking you. hyun-ju, looking statuesque and undeniably formidable in her corset and straps, kept one large hand pressed firmly on the curve of your lower back, guiding you through the crushing crowd.  

young-mi, buzzing with nervous energy and clad in her own skintight black ensemble, kept catching your eye, her smile growing wider and darker with every lustful glance she saw directed your way. hyun-ju, seeing those glances, would pull you closer, her tall, commanding presence broadcasting ownership to everyone around.  

her initial anxiety about the skimpy outfit had been completely replaced by a fierce, undeniable pride in how the latex molded to her athletic figure, and how it made you both look at her. 

the dancing had been frantic, clumsy, and electric, an hour of bodies bumping and grinding that built a searing, collective need. you were trembling, completely overwhelmed by the freedom of the night and the pressure of your two lovers pressing against you in the middle of a hundred strangers. 

"bathroom. now," hyun-ju growled directly into your ear, her voice rough against the pulsing music, her grip moving from your lower back to your hip, practically dragging you away. young-mi followed instantly, her eyes already narrowed and focused. 

they didn't bother with the main area. hyun-ju shouldered open the door to the smallest, most isolated stall she could find. the kind no one ever seemed to use. the space was utterly miserable: a cramped, poorly lit square of chipped ceramic, smelling faintly of cheap sanitizer and stale smoke. it was barely wide enough for one person to turn around, let alone three. 

hyun-ju slammed the weak bolt home, and the sudden, relative quiet of the stall felt suffocating. the need that had been simmering instantly boiled over. 

"unnie, the music is too loud, i can't hear myself think," young-mi whined, but her eyes were contradicting her words, focused not on the sound but on the urgent way hyun-ju had cornered you against the back wall, trapping you. 

hyun-ju’s powerful presence filled the stall, her body heat instantly spiking the temperature of the enclosed space. she didn't waste a second on words. her hands went to the straps of her own costume, snapping one free of her shoulder, a sound that made both you and young-mi gasp. she was the one in charge, the undeniable top, and she enforced the hierarchy immediately. 

she reached out and gripped the fine chain circling your waist—an accessory, but one that felt like a leash in her hands, and pulled you forward until your chest was pressed against her, the hard material of her corset digging into your ribs.  

"you look so good," she breathed, her voice low and husky, entirely consuming the limited air between you. 

young-mi didn't wait for permission. the cramped quarters meant personal space was nonexistent; every movement was a collision. young-mi pressed herself against your back, instantly sandwiching you between the two of them. she snaked her arms around your waist, her fingers finding the thin, cool skin beneath your costume's straps. 

"she is so hot," young-mi sighed, speaking to hyun-ju but burying her face in the curve of your neck, inhaling the dizzy mix of your perfume and the club's grime. "the latex makes her feel like a present, unnie." 

hyun-ju leaned over, using her height and strength to pin you perfectly, then roughly tilted your head back. she claimed your mouth in a kiss that was desperate and deep, a sharp collision of teeth and desire that tasted like adrenaline and the sweet remnants of the cranberry-flavored alcohol she’d been holding. 

 her hands moved, not gently, to cup your ass, pressing your pelvis grindingly against her own. you whined, at a loss for words as you felt her growing arousal against you. you got way more than you bargained for, but you'd be damned to complain about it.  

at the same moment, young-mi's fingers became greedy. the tight fit of your costume, which had seemed like a playful restriction, now felt like a second skin she was trying to peel away. her hands moved down, slipping beneath the edge of the latex thong you were wearing, finding the damp heat that had been building since you left the apartment. she was rough, almost panicked, mirroring the chaos outside the stall, eager to claim her part in your desire. 

the three of you were locked in a sweaty, vibrating knot of leather and flesh. the walls of the tiny stall pressed in, reflecting the muffled roar of the crowd outside, amplifying the sharp, desperate sounds you were all making.  

you were the center point, overwhelmed by hyun-ju's sheer force from the front, and young-mi's eager, insistent touch from the back. the lack of space eliminated any hesitation or subtlety; it was raw, urgent, and all-consuming. there was no room for anything but need. 

hyun-ju broke the kiss first, pulling back just inches so her face was still close enough to command. she kept her grip on your hips, leveraging your weight in the small space, and pulled you back against the wall firmly.  

her gaze was molten and entirely focused. she released your mouth only to claim your ear. "tell me who owns this mouth," she demanded in a thick whisper, her breath hot and frantic. before you could respond, young-mi instantly claimed the space hyun-ju vacated, pulling your chin down for a frantic, open-mouthed kiss of her own. 

you were a conduit of shared desire. young-mi’s kiss was frenzied, a burst of heat and urgency that threatened to push you completely over the edge. you could feel her hips start to grind against your spine, the friction of the latex costumes a harsh, exciting rasp.  

hyun-ju, recognizing her lack of control, brought order back instantly. her hand dropped from your hip to your inner thigh, pushing the flimsy material of the succubus thong out of the way. she displaced young-mi’s hand entirely and replaced it with two strong fingers, hitting you with a heavy, precise pressure that stole your breath. 

young-mi gasped, startled by the shift in command, but instantly accepted it, her role now purely supportive and sensory. she stopped kissing and pressed her lips to your neck, biting gently as she started breathing in sharp, excited puffs. "unnie is the best," she choked out, her voice barely audible over the bass, praising hyun-ju’s handiwork. 

hyun-ju ignored young-mi, her focus entirely on your mounting pleasure. her touch was heavy, deliberate, mapping every inch of your desire. she kept a punishingly slow, rhythmic pressure, keeping you pinned and completely overwhelmed. you arched your back, trying to push into her strength, the raw desperation a pathetic contrast to her immense control. 

"don't move too fast, jagiya," hyun-ju commanded, her voice vibrating against your earlobe, both a warning and a promise.  

she began to increase the speed, but then, just as quickly, stopped. she held you at the agonizing peak, her fingers pressing firm and immovable, forcing you to whimper against the sudden, shocking withdrawal. young-mi groaned, pressing her entire body against your back, sharing the frustration of the sudden pause. 

"please... hyun-ju," you begged, the word a ragged sound torn from your throat. 

she didn't move for another agonizing moment, letting you feel the burn of the restraint. then, with a possessive growl, she started again, faster and rougher than before. young-mi immediately matched the pace, letting out a sharp, breathless sound as she thrust her pelvis against your lower back, the friction of her costume against yours creating a searing heat.  

hyun-ju’s pace became a blur, a sudden, final sprint. the intense pressure, coupled with young-mi’s frantic grinding against your back, built a simultaneous, explosive need that became too much for all three of you to contain. 

you let out a loud, choked cry, your body suddenly rigid and trembling as the pleasure broke over you. at the exact moment, young-mi released a sharp, strangled shout against your neck, her body seizing against your back. hyun-ju’s self control broke last—a deep, guttural sound of release escaping her lips as she clenched her hips and drove her fingers in one last, intense sweep. the force of her own climax pushed you harder into the wall, a sudden, heavy pressure that felt like absolute possession. 

the stall, miserable and cramped as it was, became utterly silent again, save for the three of you panting raggedly, drenched in sweat and the metallic tang of excitement. your legs were shaking violently, threatening to give out completely. hyun-ju didn't move; she kept you pinned, breathing deeply into your neck. 

"so..." she finally whispered, her voice rough with exhaustion and satisfaction,  

"same time next year?" 

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today was the day.  

you had been on your best behavior all week. indulging in her clinginess, showing no interest in talking too anyone outside of herself, and accepting all the 'love' she had to give you.  

se-mi thought you were coming around to your new life, and loosened up a couple restrictions to reward you for your good behavior. you could finally walk around the apartment when she wasn't home, and even watch t.v (restricted to entertainment, she didn't let you watch the news.) 

you broke out of your train of thought, glancing down at your leg. the chain she kept on you for the past few months use to sit there heavy, creating a dent in the mattress. this is also a new freedom she gave back to you recently. the lack of being chained to the bed was a foreign feeling you were getting use too.  

you sat up and stretched out your back, small cracks filling the quiet bedroom. you still didn't know where exactly this apartment was, and she never planned on telling you. the windows were boarded up and the walls had slight peeling at the edges, cracks crawling up a few places. 

it wasn't a 5 star hotel, but livable. the exact one bedroom you would expect from a reckless twenty something that spends half of her salary on gambling.  

you shook your leg, phantom pains shuddering you awake, as you reached over towards the house phone on the nightstand, dialing se-mi's number.  

she confiscated your phone the first night you got here, claiming it was for your 'own good.' 

so, to keep in contact with you, she required you to call her at least three times throughout the day before she got back home. you bit your lip in disdain as the phone rang, remembering what happened when you forgot to call her, running your hand across your arm where her name stayed. carved and jagged.  

after the fourth ring, se-mi responded with her usual cool tone, as though this was a normal routine. 

"____? i'm glad you're checking in so early, did you sleep well babe?" 

you grimaced at her light-hearted tone. she was so out of touch, you couldn't wait to enact your escape.  

"yeah i slept fine! just a little stiff," you spoke with a sweet facade, lacing your words like a drug, "i dreamt about you.." 

there was a pause on the other side of the line, and you could just see se-mi smirking like an idiot in your head.  

"yah? that's sweet, i'll make sure to come home and make them a reality." she cooed through the line, voice low and cryptic.  

it made you sick.  

"can't wait love," you whispered back, "i'm going to start the day alright? i'll see you when you get home."  

there was a sound of shuffling and voices on the other end, probably more customers coming to her register. 

"yeah, sounds good. works getting a little backed up, but i'll be back before you know it baby." she grinned, "don't miss me too much." 

you rolled your eyes. 

"hehe, i won't," you spoke teasingly, while being dead serious. "love you!" 

se-mi gave you a quick 'love you too' before hanging up, obviously still on the clock. if she hadn't kidnapped you and isolated you from everything you'd ever known, you'd find it cute how dedicated she was.  

once the call ended you slammed the phone back on its stand, slowly sitting up from the bed and stretching your legs. you shoved on your slippers and quickly slipped out of the room, across the small apartment, towards the kitchen.  

she thought you were asleep, but the other morning you were wide awake while she was leaving for work. the keys. you watched her put the spare keys to the apartment in the second cabinet to the left, beside the fridge.  

once you entered the kitchen, you checked the same location. thankfully, they were still in the same spot she left them. curling the keyring around your finger, the first step of your plan was complete, shoving them in your pj shorts. 

it was around 10am, and se-mi usually got off at 5pm. this left you plenty of time to escape and run off to a friends house for refuge until you figure out how to go back to normalcy.  

it was inconvenient that se-mi blocked all numbers but hers on the house phone, but you remembered thano's address like the back of your hand. all those nights driving him home from club pentagon came in handy. 

you didn't bother packing much, since she didn't let you keep your things in the first place. everything you had was from her, just how she liked it. calm and collected, you gripped the keys and opened the front door. it wasn't like she had security cameras, and she couldn't afford a tracker either. she casually talked about getting you one sometimes, and that was only one of the many reasons you had to get the hell out of there.  

the cold, unforgiving rush of the city air was a shock after months in the stale apartment. it was ten blocks of nerves and adrenaline before you found a recognizable street corner, and from there, your memory of thano’s address kicked in. he lived in a chaotic but familiar part of town, always home during the day, asleep after a night of partying or recording. 

you hammered on the door of his dingy two-story house. after what seemed like ages, the door cracked open. thanos, bleary-eyed and wrapped in a bathrobe, squinted at you. "yo, ____? what the hell... is this a prank?" he mumbled, rubbing his face.  

you didn't wait for an invitation, slipping past him and collapsing onto his sticky sofa. he didn't react much, turning back towards you at a snails pace before closing the front door behind him. he was either high or drunk, you couldn't tell.  

"thanos, i need your help. she—se-mi. she had me locked up. i just escaped. please, i need a phone. i need to call the police, or my parents." pleading with him felt pathetic, but it was necessary. 

thanos blinked slowly, processing the sight of you in your oversized pajama shorts and slippers. he chuckled, a short, dry sound. "se-mi, huh? that tall girl? yeah, she told me you guys were... intense. didn't think she'd actually move you in." he didn't seem concerned, just mildly amused. he grabbed a forgotten blunt from a nearby ashtray and lit it. 

"she kidnapped me!" you hissed, jumping up and shaking his arm. he shrugged, pulling a long drag. "look, i got a lot of studio time tonight. i can't get involved in domestic drama, even if it is psycho drama." 

you were arguing with him, frantically trying to explain the jagged, carved scars on your arm, when his ancient landline began to ring. it was exactly 5:15 pm. you froze. 

thanos picked it up without checking the caller id. "yah!, what's up?" you watched in silent horror as thano's eyes, momentarily widened in recognition, quickly glazed over with a self-serving indifference. he was nodding, agreeing to something. 

"yeah, man. no worries, i saw her," thanos drawled into the phone, his voice too high and airy. "she's, like, right here. chilling on the couch, looking stressed. yeah, she's all good, though. just said she needed a minute." he paused, listening. "oh, yeah, totally. no sweat. she's not going anywhere." 

he hung up, looking at you with a blank expression. "that was your girl, se-mi. she was worried you missed her so much you tried to find her at work. told her you just needed a minute to breathe." she took another hit of his blunt, blowing the smoke calmly.  

"she said she's coming to pick you up. nice of her, right?" he offered you a bag of stale chips. 

you felt the air leave your lungs. the betrayal was instantaneous and crushing. it wasn't the police or your parents you'd been running to; it was a dealer who just sold you back for a promise of peace. 

you didn't bother running again, fuck that. the only other person you knew nearby was nam-gyu, and he would pimp you out for a stick of gum.  

sinking into the couch, you made a mental note to kill thanos in your next life.  

less than twenty minutes later, the roar of a motorcycle shattered the quiet afternoon. it wasn't a car. se-mi appeared on thano's porch, dressed in a sleek black leather jacket and helmet, looking like a terrifying action movie villain. she removed her helmet slowly, her short black hair falling perfectly around her face, that familiar, cruel smirk in place. 

"such a naughty girl, trying to sneak off," se-mi purred, stepping inside without knocking, thanos forgetting to lock the door. her eyes dismissed him entirely, focusing only on you. "thanks for babysitting, thanos. i'll remember this." 

thanos just waved vaguely. "any time, se-mi. peace." he was gone. 

she took your hand in an iron grip, pulling you out the door. the keys you had so triumphantly stolen fell from your pajama shorts and clattered onto the porch.  

se-mi didn't even look down. 

"get on," she commanded, swinging her leg over the seat of her dark bike. she never made it obvious, but you could tell that she was pissed. the ride home was a silent, choking atmosphere. you were pressed against her leather-clad back, the wind whipping your face, knowing you were being returned to your cage. the speed was dizzying, and every time the cold leather of her jacket rubbed against the delicate, carved skin of your arm, you were reminded of your reality. 

back inside the cramped apartment, which now felt less like a prison and more like a grave, se-mi tossed her helmet onto the sofa. she didn't speak a word until she had locked the door, bolted the deadbolt, and stood squarely between you and the only way out. 

"a few freedoms, and you try to ruin it all," she said, her voice low and disappointed, the most dangerous tone you've heard from her thus far. she took a slow, deliberate step toward you, reaching out not with violence, but with terrifying, controlling calm.  

her hand cupped your jaw, forcing your chin up to meet her eye. "we had a lovely day planned, but you chose to run back to the gutter. you earned this." she didn't raise her voice, but the sudden, cold switch in her demeanor was paralyzing. her eyes widened slightly, before narrowing down at you with her own twisted conclusion.  

"you crave attention...don't you? you want to be seen." 

she slid her hand around your wrist and roughly dragged you into the living room, stopping by the worn couch you were sick of staring at every single day. "there, all eyes on you princess," she spat sarcastically, gripping the edge of your shirt. 

"take off those pajamas. every piece."  

"fuck off." 

she growled, yanking you and shoving you onto the couch. before you could jump back up, she pounced on you. you tried to fight back, but se-mi was too strong. she held you down on the couch, her body pinning yours to the cushions. her lips crashed against yours, demanding and possessive, lip ring digging harshly into yours.  

your heart raced as you felt her hand slide up your thigh, fingers brushing against your panties. "no," you whispered breathlessly, trying to push her away. but she only laughed, a dark chuckle that sent shivers down your spine. 

"you wanted this," she whispered, her breath hot against your neck. "you can't deny it." she reached down, tugging at your shorts. they slid down your legs alongside your panties, revealing your aching pussy to her. she rasped, her dark eyes widening with lust. 

"so fucking pretty," she murmured, leaning down to kiss your inner thigh. her tongue traced your folds, teasing and tormenting. you squirmed under her touch, but she held you still. "please, se-mi," you begged, your voice breaking. "i don't want this." 

she didn't listen. she spread your legs wider, exposing you completely. her fingers traced your entrance, circling and teasing. you whimpered, unable to resist her touch. "you're going to love this," she whispered, her voice low and threatening. "you're going to love me." 

she pushed one rough finger inside you, filling you up slowly. you gasped, arching your back in surprise. she added another finger, stretching you to the point of discomfort. you tried to push her away, but she held you down with a strength you didn't know she had. 

"you're mine," she whispered, her breath hot against your ear. "no matter where you go, no one will love you like i do." she leaned down, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss. her tongue danced with yours, and she began to thrust her fingers in and out of you. you whimpered, feeling the familiar ache building in the pit of your stomach. 

"please," you whispered, your voice crumbling. "i'm sorry." 

but she didn't. instead, she leaned forward, ghosting her lips against your neck. "maybe you should've thought about that before you deceived me," she whispered, her voice dark and predatory. 

and as she continued to finger you, you felt yourself starting to lose control. the ache became a need, and you found yourself moaning in response to her touch. she smiled, a knowing grin that made you blood boil. once again she had you right where. she. wanted. you.  

"that's it," she cooed, "good girl." 

she leaned forward, capturing your lips in one last searing kiss. her tongue danced with yours despite your protest, and she began to stroke your clit in time with her fingers. you cried out, unable to resist the onslaught of sensations. 

"you'll never escape me. not my touch, my love, nor me." she hushed harshly, and as she brought you to the brink, you knew she was right. 

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mi-na loved when you allowed her to get you all dolled up.  

today she was taking you both out for girls day out; getting your nails painted, looking at cute clothes at the mall, and eating pretty pink sweets in a bakery afterwards. all on her dime. 

she picked your outfit before you both left the apartment. a black tube top, pink juicy pull-over hoodie and sweatpants to match. since it was a bit chilly from the fall weather she let you borrow her favorite uggs as well.  

"ugh, you totally look like an off-duty model babe," she mused admiring her work, zipping up your jacket just to your chest for that comfy but chic look. "does my baby feel pretty?" she cooed, already knowing the answer. 

you giggled, glancing back at the body length mirror behind you, "you did your big one mi-na, i look so cute," and did. she smirked and pulled a confident grin, sharp eyes giving you one more look over.  

mi-na swayed her hips towards you, laying her head on your shoulder as she gazed at you both next to each other in the mirror. she wore the same outfit, but her tracksuit was a rich purple, courtesy of the mall sale she went too last week. you both compliment each other perfectly, and usually turned heads wherever you went.  

"thought so!" she chirped in a sing-song voice, swiftly checking her phone. it was 12am, and the nail appointment wouldn't be until 1pm. you both had a good chunk of time to sit around. 

"lets do you makeup next, yeah babes?" she cheekily kissed your neck and you shivered, but bounced back with one to her cheek. "sounds good, you've way better than me at this stuff," you admitted, as mi-na was on another level of visuals you could only imagine reaching.  

with that she guided you towards her makeup vanity in your shared bedroom, sitting you in front of the mirror. her tools were already sprawled across the white-painted wood, and she went straight to work. "hmmm," she hummed, putting her fingers up like a frame around your face, the canvas. "lets go for a natural look today. you're way too pretty right now to cover up with foundation," she stated after a bit of thought, grabbing the eyebrow pencil.  

you sat there silently as she worked her magic, enjoying the silent tranquility of it all. once she finished your eyebrows she moved towards eyeliner, the slightest bit of blush, highlighter, and finally your lips.  

mi-na leaned over, her face inches from yours as she unscrewed the sparkly strawberry lip gloss between her fingers. "pucker up buttercup." she whispered, minty breath fanning your face. you closed your eyes and puckered your lips, feeling the gloss glide against them.  

when she was satisfied, she pulled the lip gloss away and replaced it with her lips. you jumped in surprise, and she gently raised both of her hands to your cheeks, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. once you relaxed, you melted into the kiss, eyes fluttering closed as you both made out.  

her tongue wasted no time dominating your mouth, playing with your own in a losing battle. you closed your thighs instinctually, and she swiftly shoved her knee between them without lifting a finger, towering over you on the chair.  

only when you both could no longer breathe is when she finally pulled away, a thick string of saliva connecting you, thinning out and breaking while you caught your breath. mi-na laughed dryly, also recovering from the intensity of the kiss. 

"fuckkk," she hissed softly, checking the time again before smirking. "we have at least ten minutes before we should head out," you stared at her with knowing eyes, and she stuck her tongue out teasingly. she didn't have to tell you what she was thinking.  

"you in?" she smirked, lazily grinding her knee into your quivering pussy. you gasped, but bucked back into her like it was 2nd nature. "make it quick," you whined, already so needy for her before she even did anything.  

"quick? honey, when do i ever do anything quick?" mi-na pulled her knee back just enough to deny the friction, making you chase the pressure. she leaned her forearms on the back of the chair, trapping you gently but firmly. "if you want my attention, you have to earn it." 

she was fully focused now, her teasing gaze tracking the involuntary clench of your muscles beneath the thick trackpants. her fingers trailed down your neck and hooked beneath the zipper pull of the juicy jacket she’d just fixed, slowly drawing the zipper down a few inches, exposing the edge of the black tube top and allowing the cooler air to hit your already flushed skin. this small exposure felt devastatingly sensual. 

"look at you," she purred, her voice a low vibration that seemed to settle in your chest. she dipped her head, pressing a soft kiss to the skin of your collarbone, then whispered, "you're already glistening for me, and we haven't even left the apartment. that's a bad habit, baby." 

mi-na shifted her weight subtly on the chair, which allowed her to press her knee higher, finding the perfect, agonizing point of contact. the pressure wasn't just physical; it was psychological warfare. she knew exactly how close she was taking you, feeling the minute tremors run through your core.  

"that's right, chase it," she commanded softly, her voice a low growl of satisfaction. "take what i give you." she used the strong, defined muscles of her thigh, still wedged between yours, to apply rhythmic pressure—slow and deep, teasing the threshold, then fast and light, building the unbearable coil of tension inside you. 

the movement was calculated, rhythmic, never quite giving you the release you craved. the pace quickened suddenly, a frantic rub that stole your breath and made the blood rush hot to your face. you arched your back helplessly, grinding against her knee, unable to articulate anything but ragged, needy sounds that were lost in the thick velour of the tracksuit.  

your breath hitched, and a small, desperate moan escaped as the sensation peaked. you were gripping the edges of the vanity now, knuckles white, the painful need building in your center. 

just as the building pressure threatened to break you, she shifted, completely eliminating the feeling. the sudden absence felt like a drop from a great height, leaving you hollow and achingly exposed. you cried out in frustration, hands grasping uselessly at the edge of the vanity, your hips desperately trying to find the lost tension. 

"no, no, pretty girl you gotta hold it," she scolded, though the wide, wicked grin on her face was pure delight. "we're going to see if you can be a good girl all the way through the mall, knowing how close you are. think of the rush, the secret adrenaline of knowing exactly what's waiting for you when we get home, and the control you have to show in public." 

she didn't let the contact return easily. mi-na watched your face, letting the emptiness sting for a long, cruel moment. then, she teased the grinding back, slow and direct, forcing you to ride the wave of need that had been pulled back from the brink. this time, the climb was agonizingly slow, a drawn-out form of torture that made your legs tremble uncontrollably. you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to concentrate on the pain in your cheek from biting too hard, anything to distract from the volcanic need building in your center. 

she repeated the cycle, bringing you to the edge one more time, until you were shaking and breathless, drowning in the sweet, strawberry-scented air of the room. when you were practically vibrating with unmet need, she finally pulled her leg entirely away, leaving your core throbbing and helpless, your body singing with frustrated energy. "good," she praised, running a cool hand across your feverish forehead. 

"now you know what you’re working for, and you know i can take it away anytime i want. keep that lesson in mind while we're out." her voice was teasing, dragging her hand across your cheek with silent adoration.   

mi-na straightened up, taking a deep, satisfied breath and smoothing down the front of her purple track pants. she grabbed the strawberry lip gloss, her sharp eyes meeting yours in the mirror. 

"there. perfect. now that you've got that desperate, flushed look, you just need a little touch-up." she carefully reapplied the thick, sweet gloss to your still-swollen lips, then gave a tiny, victorious smirk. "there you go. let's go, babes! girls day starts now." she giggled, more entertained than cruel. 

"try not to embarrass me by shaking too much in the checkout line. keep that energy focused, kay?" 

it was going to be a long day.  

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hyun-ju had endless patience, and she had double the amount for you, her sweet girlfriend. but, someone can only take so much before they crack. 

this entire week it felt like you did everything in your power to rile her up. sure, she was often busy with work and it made sense you'd want her attention, but this was ridiculous. 

she sighed, glancing around the apartment after getting off of work at the grocery store around the corner. the small apartment felt cold. there was a lack of dinner waiting for her, and you running up to her before placing a kiss on her cheek with your tippy toes. that sweet smile only she knew.  

hyun-ju silently slid her shoes off at the door, before hanging her coat up on the rack. since it was fall it was getting colder, so you usually left her slipper right next to the entrance because she always forgot.  

they weren't there. again. 

of course you weren't obligated to do all these things. just being with her was more than enough, but your attitude was something entirely different. placing her purse on the kitchen table, she turned around, gazing over the space for you.  

lo and behold, you were silently laying on the couch, face shoved in your phone. so silent she didn't even notice you were here. forcing a gentle smile to cover her silent disappointment, hyun-ju walked cautiously towards you. "i'm home," she spoke gently, leaning over the back of the couch to face you. you gave her a sparing glance before looking back down at your screen, scrolling through another tik tok. "oh hi," you said boredly, "did you bring home any take out?" 

her hand twitched in front of her, but she only shook her head stiffly. "no...we've been ordering take-out all week, so i thought we could eat in tonight." she said, scratching the side of her cheek, "no good?" she asked gently, clinging to the hope you'd go back to being her good girl if she stayed soft.  

you huffed, tossing your phone back down onto the worn cushions. "hyun. i'm not your little maid you know? you should've just got something from that bbq place from around the corner. it's right there!"  

you watched as her mouth curved into a disapproving pout, hands gripping each other as though she was holding her true feelings back. "i know you're not my maid, love. you've always enjoyed cooking though, what happened?" she asked more curious than upset, holding out hope this brattiness was all in her head.  

you turned your head away from her, sitting up on the couch. "don't feel like it," you spat plainly, "i do what i want, so don't expect me to follow your little fairytale." you turned around only too roll your eyes, letting the defiance in your words sink deeper.  

there was a pause, hyun-ju's broad shoulders growing evidently stiffer. "i see..." she spoke lowly, dejected. "i'll call something in then." she was always the peacekeeper, and decided to give you what you wanted rather than arguing. however, little did she know you were picking a fight on purpose.  

you crossed your arms and stood up, looking up at her with a glare. "ugh, don't bother now. i lost my appetite." grabbing your phone, you began walking towards your shared bedroom, "you can eat or whatever, i'm going to bed." 

you pulled a silent smile, knowing you had her right where you wanted her. the attention you craved was right around the corner.  

hyun-ju stood still as she let you walk a few steps, before briskly following behind and gripping your shoulder, daintily yet firm. "____," hyun-ju started slowly, "i don't like the way you've been treating me lately," her tone was a warning. despite her calm nature, she held that authority from the military when she needed it.  

the sound of her voice, normally so warm and resonant, now held a deep, quiet rumble that instantly killed the lingering buzz of your manufactured anger. the air in the small apartment, which had felt stale and silent, suddenly vibrated with contained tension. 

you didn't move further, standing in front of her with silent obedience. you felt the weight of her presence, not just her impressive height and calloused hand. but the quiet, controlled energy that was a leftover habit from her time in service. you knew that stillness meant you had exhausted her infinite patience, and that the moment for playful sparring was definitively over. 

your plan may have worked a little too well.  

her grip tightened slightly on your shoulder, but not enough to hurt, just enough to communicate that she was finished negotiating. her thumb pressed a firm, final point into the muscle. "i let things slide this week because i thought you were just tired, or maybe stressed from a deadline." she breathed, eyes narrow in realization. you should've known better than to think your motivations would get past her.  

"now i know you're doing this on purpose. that performance on the couch? that was for show." her gaze was steady, piercing through your deliberate defiance. "i work hard, and i don't need to come home to this. i need my sweet girl back. the girl who cares about my day and knows i deserve better than a huff and an eye roll." 

she gently pushed you forward again, urging you toward the bedroom. the slight pressure on your back was all the direction you needed. you began to walk hesitantly, mind racing and considering chickening out, before her words sealed your fate. "we are going in there and we're going to discuss how we treat the people who love us, and what happens when we abuse their patience." hyun-ju grumbled, a little more frustration seeping into her tone. 

once inside the room, she closed the door with a quiet, decisive click that felt louder than a slam in the small space. it wasn't angry, but utterly conclusive. you finally dropped your hostile expression, your carefully constructed facade crumbling. you knew this was coming, and a heavy knot of shame replaced the adrenaline of the fight.  

the air in the bedroom, usually soft and familiar, now felt suffocating. 

hyun-ju stepped behind you, her broad hands resting on your hips. her breath was warm against your ear as she leaned in, her voice firm. "we don't pick fights just for attention, and we definitely don't roll our eyes at the person who supports us. that is completely unacceptable, jagiya." she calmly rotated you to face the bed, then knelt down and pulled back the covers with swift efficiency, a domestic action carried out with military precision. 

"i need you to remind yourself why we have rules," she instructed, her voice deep and steady. "get on the bed. kneel over the edge." 

you obeyed without question, every muscle in your body responding instantly to the command. the last dregs of your defiance vanished under her millitant calm. you crawled onto the mattress, leaning over the edge so your hips were slightly raised and your bottom was presented through the thin fabric of your shorts. you pressed your face into the cool cotton of the duvet, holding your breath against the anticipation. 

hyun-ju stood silently for a moment, the heavy silence punctuated only by the rush of your own blood in your ears. you heard the faint shh sound as she carefully pulled down the waistband of your shorts and underwear slightly, exposing just the round curve of your bottom to the air. the small draft felt shockingly cold. 

when she finally moved, it wasn't a sudden burst of temper, but a firm, deliberate action. her open hand landed with a sharp thwack that was more startling than painful, spreading a searing heat across your sensitive skin. 

"that's for the attitude when i walked in," she said, her voice still low and level, a factual statement of consequence. the heat was already blooming across the impact site.  

thwack. thwack.  

"those are for telling me i'm not good enough to cook for, and for the careless dismissal of my efforts." the second set was quicker, sharper, making you flinch and clench your jaw against a whimper. 

thwack. thwack. thwack.  

"and those three are for making me worry and pushing me away all week with that relentless hostility," she continued, her voice gaining a sharp edge of disappointment. the quick succession of hits brought a sudden, blinding rush of hot, stinging tears to your eyes. 

the punishment continued, firm and metered, designed to remind you of the boundary you crossed. 

 thwack.  

"that's for the forgotten slippers."  

thwack. thwack. thwack.  

"and these three are a general reminder that disrespect is never an option in this home." the final strikes were the most painful, leaving a fierce, vibrating heat that stole your breath. 

you gasped, the sting finally breaking your control, and your shoulders began to shake with racking, honest sobs. you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to muffle the sound of your crying as you buried your face deeper in the comforter, the feeling of the heat radiating from your skin overwhelming. 

"hyun-ju, stop, please," you whimpered, the pain forcing the truth out. "i'm sorry! i'm so sorry, i did it for attention." you choked on the admission, your voice tight and ragged, muffled by the duvet. the full weight of your week-long performance crashed down on you. "i missed you so much, but i was just being a brat because you were so busy. i shouldn't have said those things. i’m sorry i hurt your feelings and made you feel unappreciated." 

the moment your sincerity broke through, her rough touch vanished. the hand that had been striking you was immediately replaced by a soft, warm palm resting gently and possessively on the stung skin. the contrast was immediate and profound, instantly switching from discipline to comfort. she leaned down, her chest pressing against your back, the solid wall of her body a reassuring weight. 

"i know, love," she murmured, her voice softening, laced with that deep, familiar affection. it felt like the return of the sun. she slowly began to rub the sore spot, applying gentle pressure that worked to disperse the fierce heat. "i know you missed me, but you know you can just ask. you never have to treat me like that to get my time, especially not by making yourself miserable just to pick a fight." she ran her hand in soothing, circular motions, a silent promise of forgiveness. 

she stroked your back rhythmically, easing the sting. "did you learn your lesson? do you understand what my heart needs when i walk through that door?" 

you nodded rapidly, your tears soaking the sheets. "yes. i won't do it again. i promise, love." the sincere apology felt like a physical release. 

she smiled, a tiny, tired, satisfied smile, and kissed the back of your neck where the soft hairs began. "good. now, come here." she pulled you up gently, guiding you to turn around. as soon as you were upright, she wrapped her arms fully around you and held you tight against her chest, the familiar scent of her uniform, fresh cotton and the faint, savory aroma of the grocery store, and the soft, solid pressure of her body a powerful promise of security and comprehensive forgiveness.  

"we're getting that takeout you wanted. from the bbq place, since you asked so sweetly. then you’re going to tell me every little thing i missed at work today, and we're going to cuddle until morning." she listed her plans, and all you could do was nod into her chest. hyun-ju huffed, a soft breath of relief.  

"my good girl is back." 

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this wasn’t your first choice in occupation, not by a long-shot, but it paid too well to leave. 

you had been down on your luck for the past few months, filling out a job application for just about anything, and still not one employer bit. 

you had a girlfriend before this.  

no-eul, cold but it felt like she reserved all her love for you. it felt this way for the year you dated, until things broke off badly. typical lovers quarrel. she focused more on work than you and prioritized it even if it tired her to do so. you never asked her why, since her past life was touchy.   

you brought your feelings up to her directly. no-eul didn’t see the problem, and got surprisingly upset you even considered her absent in the relationship. neither of you were backing down, so you slammed the van door closed and went back to your dingy apartment. she didn’t follow you, text, or call after that. 

“good riddance,” you breathed, cleaning up the last of the blood in the mingle room. you became a circle guard, after receiving a cryptic card and calling the number of the ‘company' that invited you. you were running out of money since you dropped your job at seoul land after the argument. was it petty? maybe. but facing her everyday afterwards would've been a pain. 

“worker.” a square guard called out, breaking you out of your trance. you silently looked up from the bloody mop you’ve been shifting around aimlessly, spreading red across the floor rather than cleaning the mess.  

ah. 

“..you’re dismissed, return to your quarters.” they spoke again, before turning away and leaving the room. you sighed, straightening up your back before grabbing your cleaning supplies, lugging them to the makeshift supply room down a few halls. 

finally arriving, you opened the door and set down the mop and bucket in their respective places, removing your gloves to wash your hands in the communal sink. you didn’t like what was happening. considered it evil, but this was out of survival, you’ve decided. anyone else in your position would do it, and if not they were dumb as hell.  

once your hands were washed you reached out for a rag, turning around, before nearly jumping out of your work boots. in the entrance stood a triangle guard, gun strap still slung across their chest. you paused, staring at the guard through you’re mask soundlessly.  

to be honest, you hated them the most. their disregard for life annoyed you to no end, even if you were the one cleaning up the bodies. thankfully, the triangle guard didn’t pay you much mind for a moment. before their scanning eyes fell on your hands. you raised an eyebrow, following their gaze. 

there wasn’t anything remarkable about your hands, just your usual nail polish. despite the grim surroundings, you kept your signature black and pink stripes to have some semblance of normalcy here. you didn’t speak, following the rules as instructed.  

the triangle guard raised their head back towards you. rigid, almost hesitant.  

“your nails.” the deep voice echoed throughout the room. they took a step forward. you crossed your arms, tucking your hands out of view. it didn’t seem like there was a manger nearby, and a manager usually had no need for this room.  

only then, you decided to speak freely. 

“what..about them?” you asked, voice slightly hoarse from the lack of use. the triangle guard didn’t speak again, but began to slowly slide their mask off. your breath hitched. that was one of the strictest rules around here, to never take off your mask. you were about to be killed or this was a test. either way, your body went still, watching layers of cloth pulled back from their face. 

damp skin and messy hair, it was your ex. no-eul. she recognized you only by the color of your nails. you were in shock, as she stood there with her usual dark expression. she stared back into your mask, breath even and sure. 

“show yourself.” she spoke, her natural voice clear without the plastic covering. “don’t make me repeat myself, ____.” her usual demanding tone brought you back down to earth, like you were back in her van being scolded for staying up late.  

you huffed, checking the closed door behind her for security one more time, then sliding off your own. for the first time in 2 months, you stood face to face. she still looked the same, besides her hair being slightly longer and her glare tired.  

silence again.  

“how did you..” 

“i had my suspicions since you came here. the nails only confirmed them.”  

“wow,” you started sarcastically, personality creeping up from behind the restrictive guard regulations. she may have been a triangle guard, but this was still your absent ex. “persistent as ever hu—“ she cut you off. “is this where you ran off too after you left? a job that could cost your life was a better choice then being with me?” she asked bluntly, eyebrows furrowing ever so slightly to show her frustration.  

you put your arms to your sides, raising a hand to point an accusing finger. “don’t. start. you left me mentally before i left physically. i was always a 2nd thought to you!” no-eul frowned, eyes narrowing. 

“i have reasons for why i do the things i do. you didn’t bother sticking around to find out,” she stated simply, closing the distance as she walked towards you. you didn’t move. despite the gun on her back, you knew she wouldn’t really hurt you. she couldn’t. 

“should i be the one blamed for your impatience?” no-eul questioned, gloved hands gripping the rim of the sink behind you. caging you in. this irked you. “yeah actually,” you smiled humorlessly, “maybe if you treated me like your actual fucking girlfriend i wouldn’t have a problem.” you could hear the leather of her gloves tighten. 

“you’re impossible.” she spoke lowly, a dangerous glint forming in her eyes. you paid it no mind, all those times she left you to yourself for overtime, slept before speaking, and had you wake up alone flashing before your own tired eyes.  

“if that’s all,” you started, a bitter taste forming in your mouth. “i'd like to be excused.”  

her glare intensified, the tired look in her eyes giving way to a raw, familiar anger. the kind that always preceded a storm, the same stormy intensity that had both drawn you in and ultimately pushed you away. 

“excused?” she scoffed, the word laced with venom.  

her right hand left the sink, snaking out to grab the front of your worker jumpsuit, the heavy, restrictive fabric bunching in her fist. “after all this time, after you just walked away without a second thought, you think you can just be excused? "she leaned in, breath mingling with yours.  

“you have no idea what i’ve had to do to keep this job, to survive,” she hissed, her face close enough that you could smell the faint, metallic scent of the compound on her clothes. “but you don't care, do you? you only ever cared about what you weren’t getting.” 

“and you only ever cared about everything that wasn't me!” you shot back, the anger bubbling up, matching hers. “i bent over backward, no-eul. i made excuses for you for a year! i deserve better than this fucking silence and these games!” she didn’t argue. instead, her hands shifted, one moving from your jumpsuit to roughly grasp the back of your neck, the other held your other hand down on the rim of the sink.  

you stood your ground, not breaking eye contact for a single moment she stared you down. “you want to be excused?” she breathed out, her voice dropping to a low, dangerous tone. “you’re not going anywhere.” the tension in the room was suffocating, the air thick with unspoken history and the fresh sting of your accusations.  

the previously rigid posture of no-eul dissolved entirely, replaced by only one of purpose. she leaned in, her body pressed against yours, the holster of her gun digging uncomfortably into your side. 

“you came back to me,” she whispered, her lips brushing against your ear, the simple statement an accusation. “even after everything, you ended up in my domain.” 

"what does that mean, i wonder." 

before you could formulate a retort, her mouth was on yours. it wasn't a kiss of reunion or tenderness, it was a seal of possession. her lips were chapped and cold, but gradually warmed against your own. due to muscle memory, you immediately reciprocated, eyes closing tightly with silent temper.  

surprisingly to you, her movements were desperate, driven by the weeks of silence after you left, and pent-up frustration over who knows what in the confined, blood-scented room. you soon met her intensity with your own. you weren’t kissing her back out of affection, but out of a fierce need to gain control. to show her you weren't going to forgive so easily.  

your hands, still damp from the sink, rose to grip her hair, tugging on the damp strands as you fought for control of the kiss. she didn't seem to mind, welcoming your reciprocation with open arms as she pushed her body closer to yours, hovering over you like a wolf to a lamb. the black and pink stripes of your nails a stark contrast to her messy hair, which you pulled moments later when you started running out of air.  

no-eul finally broke away after 5th tug, as you cursed her breathlessly, chest-heaving, desperately trying to fill your lungs. she was unphased, breathing softly as she watched you intently. "so desperate to leave, yet you kissed me like nothing changed." she whispered, raising a calloused finger to her swollen lips. you rolled your lidded eyes, staring off into the distance. "don't get cocky...it was muscle memory." you reasoned, trying to convince yourself.  

what you couldn't deny is the way your heart started pounding when she reached for the zipper of your jumpsuit. she pulled you in with the hand on the back of your neck, pressing her forehead against yours.  

"if you don't push me away, i'm going to make you mine again. right here, right now." you glared at her in a daze, trying to remember why you were mad in the first place. why was she so damn pretty, even in a place like this you were mesmerized.  

no-eul clicked her tongue, pulling the zipper down a few centimeters. you gasped, raising your hands to hers holding onto the key to something you couldn't come back from. "f-fuck off..." you fought pathetically, but made no effort to push her away. "you didn't push me away." she stated plainly, glancing up at the clock to the left of you.  

you followed her gaze, the time being 9pm. you both had about 30 minutes until all the guards were called to their quarters. glancing back at her, it was clear to see she had made her resolve. you were still mad. bitter. but she was giving you the notice you so craved when you were both together. maybe. just maybe. this really was a turning point.  

"make it quick." you hushed quickly, not trusting the words falling from your mouth, acting on the pure desire to be truly seen. that's all she needed. she drew the zipper of your suit down you body, exposing you too the cold facility's air. you shivered, and she leaned in, hot breath against your neck.  

"beautiful." she breathed shamelessly, licking the skin before biting it. you groaned, hands instinctively holding onto her shoulders. she didn't bother looking down as her hand chased the inside of your tracksuit, knowing your body like the back of her hand from the many nights in the back of her van. she knew exactly made you tick, and you hated it.  

you whined when her thin fingers finally met your panties, evidentially wet as she cupped your covered pussy. "interesting." she said staring down, the faintest smirk rising to her dull expression. anger had melted to embarrassment, and you turned your head to the side. "d-don't stare," you uttered, to which she ignored.  

"you know, this is evidence too," she began, prodding hand gliding up your panties, before gruffly shoving it inside of the soaked fabric. her fingers played with your outside folds, gauging your sacrilegious reactions with a dark, muted glee. "that you missed me." she finished, shoving two fingers in without notice.   

"f-fuck!" you cried, before she firmly covered your mouth with her other gloved hand to mute the sound. "shhh," she shushed over your incessant whining and the squelch of her fingers, as she did nothing but sped up. "someone might hear us." she was enjoying this, you could tell by how heavy her own words sounded. no-eul continued her quick pace, only motivated by your hot breath against her hand, muffled moans and cries music to her ears.  

she made a mental note to do this properly when you both finally went home. together.  

you were growing close, fast. she could tell in the way your legs started shaking, bucking into her own fingers like a needy little thing. there was just one more thing she needed to hear before you gave you what you wanted. she slowed her fingers, hearing you audibly object through an incoherent sob.  

when you quieted down she uncovered your mouth, stands of saliva connecting her hand and your mouth sinfully. she leaned in so close you were almost kissing, gloved hand holding your chin. "i'll let you cum, after you tell me who you belong too." you tried to bite back, your pride fighting to break through your overwhelming need. it lost.  

no-eul's digits were going agonizingly slow and you couldn't hold back any longer. "p-please," your mind was fuzzy, on the cusp of letting go. "i belong to you, no-eul, please." that was the first time you've seen her genuinely smile in awhile, before she hid her face in your shoulder. "good." she said simply, speeding up her fingers impossibly fast, making you come undone within seconds.  

with a final wail stripped from your mouth, you came undone by her hand. your body twitching, riding out an intense wave of shock only she could provide. no-eul held you tight until your heavy set breaths turned into light pants, only then pulling away from you. her eyes were less dark, satisfied.  

"you did well," she praised you with a foreign softness. "and...i'll try to do better." she added lowly, looking at your blissed out face. it didn't matter if you caught it or not, since she'll show through her actions, and as she cleaned your tired body, she silently hoped she could truly be the lover you wanted in the future. the lover you deserved. 

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saebyeok ran a tight schedule most of the day, all week. wake up at dawn, go outside, and pickpocket. then pickpocket, before she pickpockets again. her day mainly consisted of such, only taking breaks to eat something small and get back to work.  

she never looked forward to this routine, but she looked forward to what came after it. once her pockets were full and the sun was setting, she knew where home was. hidden in her sketchy, rundown apartment, behind miscellaneous buildings that were more likely laundering schemes than businesses, was you.  

her light.  

she was tired, legs and feet hurting from just how much she had to walk around to find the proper targets. it all melted away when she saw your shoes next to the front door of the small apartment. only consisting of a minuscule kitchen, 1 bedroom, and a bathroom. it wasn't much, but it was home.  

you were a few steps away, seemingly loitering by the door waiting for her to come home. you took in her disheveled appearance, and shook your head in disappointment. "sae! i told you too stop coming home so late!" you scolded, speed walking up to her with your apron still tied around your waist. "sorry." she said absentmindedly, leaning over and taking in the familiar scent of your hair as you fixed hers. you huffed, shaking your head with a soft smile, "just try your best tomorrow." 

saebyeok nodded, taking her jacket off and sliding her shoes off onto the doormat. she stretched out her long limbs, various cracks filling the air. sniffing once. twice. her tired eyes trailed down towards your apron, "you cooked." she said simply. you could almost hear her belly rumbling from here.  

"i did," you confirmed proudly. you've said it many times before, feeding her after a long day of struggle was your favorite part. unlike saebyeok, you had a job. it was a convenience store job, but it was better than nothing. you had to beg her for weeks to let you help with rent or any other expenses when you moved in with her. she was stubborn, and didn't want to be seen as a liability.  

you silently led her into the kitchen, table already set with silverware and side dishes, and stew on the stovetop. saebyeok sat down in her respective chair with a thump, leaning forward and crossing her arms over the table, watching you fill two chipped porcelain bowls. "anything exciting happen today?" you asked her from behind you, picking up the bowls and walking them to the wooden table.  

saebyeok shrugged, "a business man almost pepper sprayed me." she recalled, while you sat the remaining food on the table and took a seat across from her. "that's no good," you sighed, picking up a spoon and sipping a tiny bit of stew, "hot!" you gasped quickly. saebyeok tilted her head, "the foods not going anywhere." she joked dryly.  

anyone else would think she was being rude, but you picked up on her dry sense of humor quicky, and snickered along. "hush. if anything im hungrier for you," you joked, blowing a silly kissy face. saebyeok rolled her eyes, taking a sip of water. when she put the glass down, she looked at you intently. 

"speaking of. i did want to try something new with you tonight." she said bluntly, taking a spoonful of the now cooled stew you made. this caused you too blush, adverting your gaze like a not-so-virgin maiden. "something new, huh?" you couldn't help the grin growing in your face. you secretly loved when this happened.  

saebyeok didn't get much of any sex ed when she still lived in north korea, and was unfamiliar with anything beyond male and female genitailia. you were her first relationship, her first girlfriend, and truly her first gateway drug into this genre of intimacy. you taught her all you knew, and after a few times, her shyness towards sex has gone down substantially.  

she wants to learn more, and when she does, she wants to show you her findings. it was cute in a way, and you welcomed her own self discovery with open arms.  

you both continued dinner peacefully, going over each others anticlimactic days or sitting in comfortable silence. when dinner was over, you insisted on cleaning the dishes while saebyeok took a shower. after a bit of convincing, she thanked you and retreated to the bathroom, floor boards whining under her worn socks.  

you finished the dishes with care, setting them on the drying rack before retreating to the bedroom. you usually came home way before saebyeok, so you were already clad in a pj set she got you for your birthday last year. with who's money? who cares?  

falling back on the old twin bed, you found comfort in the soft mattress. a few minutes later, saebyeok leaves the steamy bathroom wearing nothing but a towel that just barely covers her upper thighs. your eyes widened and you swiftly tossed your body the other direction, "h-hey, where's the rest of ya!" saebyeok tilted her head knowingly, walking towards your shared dresser. "you've seen me naked before. what's the big deal?" she unwrapped the towel and dried her damp body, before tossing on a black tank top and boy shorts. 

you turned back around when the bed dipped, looking up at her leaning on her arm, staring down at you with silent adoration. "pretty," she mused, moving the hair out of your face before kissing your forehead. soft moments like these melted you like butter, and saebyeok knew this. she sat up on the bed, shifting towards the top of the cover, sliding underneath. you got the memo and followed along, laying beside her, face to face. 

"so," you started, scratching the side of your cheek, "what did you want to try tonight?" saebyeok stared at you for a moment before speaking, "turn around." she instructed, and trusting her, you did without much hesitation. "like this?" you asked, her response was laying her calloused hands flat on your hip and pulling you into her. you gasped, feeling your back up against her, no space in between you both.   

saebyeok's breath fans hot against the nape of your neck as she presses her body flush against yours from behind, her tank top riding up slightly to expose the warm skin of her midriff. her hands grip your hips firmly, fingers digging in just enough to anchor you in place. you feel the subtle shift of her thighs parting to straddle one of your legs, her boy shorts brushing against your pj pants as she begins to rock forward. 

"i saw this video online," a low hum escapes her lips, vibrating through your back, "two girls were doing this together." she grinds her core against your thigh, the friction building heat through the thin fabric separating you. your pulse quickens, and you instinctively push back, your ass nestling into the cradle of her hips. saebyeok responds with a sharper thrust, her pussy rubbing insistently over your leg, the dampness seeping through her shorts to mark your pants. 

"fuck, you feel good." she murmurs, voice rough with need. her hands slowly slide up under your shirt, palms calloused from her day's work tracing the lines of your stomach before cupping your breasts. she pinches your nipples, rolling them between her fingers as her hips roll in a steady rhythm. each grind sends jolts of pleasure up your spine, your pussy clenching in response, arousal soaking into your underwear. 

you turn your head slightly, catching her gaze over your shoulder, dark eyes hooded with lust. boldly, you buck your hips, grinding your ass back against her. saebyeok groans, her movements growing more urgent. she hooks her leg further over yours, pulling you tighter, her clit catching perfectly on the ridge of your thigh with every slide. the room fills with the soft sounds of fabric whispering against fabric, punctuated by your shared breaths turning ragged. 

her hand snakes around to the front of your pants, deft fingers sliding down into the baggy pj pants with practiced ease. she pushes her hand inside, bypassing your underwear to cup your mound directly. you gasp as her calloused fingertips part your slick folds, tracing the length of your slit before circling your clit with deliberate pressure. she matches the pace of her grinding, rubbing your swollen nub in firm circles while her pussy humps your thigh relentlessly. 

"you're so wet already," she whispers against your ear, her voice husky. two fingers dip lower, pressing into your entrance and sliding inside with a slow, teasing push. your walls flutter around the intrusion, gripping her as she curls them upward, stroking that sensitive spot deep within. she pumps in and out steadily, her thumb continuing to flick your clit, the dual assault making your knees weaken. 

you whimper, the sensations overwhelming. her pussy grinding hot and insistent against your leg while her fingers fuck you from behind, stretching and filling you. precum-like slickness coats her digits, easing the way as she adds a third finger, scissoring them to open you wider. each thrust of her hand syncs with the roll of her hips, her own arousal dripping down your thigh, mixing with yours. 

saebyeok's pace falters, her breaths coming in short gasps. she buries her face in your shoulder, teeth grazing your skin as she chases her release. "come with me." she demands, her fingers plunging deeper, faster, twisting to hit every nerve. one final, hard grind against you, and she shudders, her body tensing as orgasm crashes through her. you feel the warmth of her cum pulsing against your thigh, her shorts growing soaked. 

the rush of her climax pushes you over the edge. your pussy clamps down on her fingers, waves of pleasure ripping through you as you cum hard, juices flooding her hand and trickling down your legs. she keeps fingering you through it, drawing out every spasm until you're trembling in her arms. 

minutes pass in heavy silence, the air thick with the scent of sweat and arousal. saebyeok finally withdraws her fingers, slick and glistening, and brings them to your lips. you suck them clean instinctively, tasting yourself mingled with her essence. she presses a lazy kiss to your neck before rolling onto her back, pulling you with her to nestle against her side.  

your head rests on her chest, listening to her heartbeat steady. she runs her fingers through your hair, the calluses catching gently. "needed that." she says softly, a rare vulnerability in her tone. you nodded, tracing idle patterns on her tank top, feeling the damp spot on her shorts against your leg. "need things more often," you said jokingly, to which she pinched your cheek.  

the slickness between your thighs clings uncomfortably, but neither of you moves to clean up yet. instead, she tilts your chin up for a deep kiss, tongues tangling slow and thorough, tasting the remnants of desire. 

eventually, she sits up, tugging you toward the bathroom. "shower with me," she suggests, already peeling off her top to reveal her pert breasts, nipples still hard from the friction. you averted your gaze, still somewhat shy after previous events. "lead the way you nudist," she laughed under her breath, as you followed her to the bathroom.

the night was just beginning.  

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se-mi was many things too you, and contributed to multiple parts of your life that no one else could dream of. the girlfriend you can come home too and gossip too about your coworkers. the golden retriever you picked up from the pound that curls up on your lap while watching a movie. that happy-go-lucky friend you can go out for drinks with and have the time of your life without worrying about how you get home.  

oh! and the producer that hands you a water bottle after your 150k sub celebration stream, where you rode 10 different type of dildos in the span of an hour. ouch btw.  

your relationship with se-mi was the same as any other useless lesbians, except unlike other relationships she helped you stream on porn sites for extra cash. it was a habit you started near the end of your college career to afford the last few semesters, but you blew up way more than you expected too. you're one of the top 1% of earners on the website, and only reaching new heights every time you hit the live button.  

it was hard but honest work, and you wouldn't deny the sparkle in your eyes whenever the check came in. however, se-mi could care less about the money. she loved making content for you; with you. she was in it for the love of the game and came up with most of your concepts, being the biggest pervert in the room. 

tonight you were supposed to go live in about an hour, sitting at the kitchen table eating some leftovers to refuel. se-mi was sprawled across the couch, watching various porn creators on twitter and bookmarking their content to reference poses for later. you knew this, and you didn't care. you weren't the jealous type, and se-mi sure as hell wasn't the way she loved showing off on stream.  

se-mi sighed out of boredom and closed the app, already accumulating 70 bookmarks in the past hour, walking over towards you and leaning her hands on your shoulders. "hey baby," she said in a sing-song tone, kissing the side of your cheek. you smiled and glanced over your shoulder, "hey wifey," you pucker your lips and she laid a soft kiss on your lips like it was second nature. 

"what are we feeling tonight? it's a friday so i'm sure the viewers will double," she says thoughtfully, sliding from behind you into the pulled out chair next to you. you looked down at your last few pieces of sushi for a moment, humming in consideration. "it's halloween soon, so maybe costume night?" se-mi's smile grew devilishly wide, "yeah?" she said enthusiastically, "i know just the outfit."  

"no." 

she pouted, eyebrows furrowed like you stole her candy, "again? how long are you going to let it rot in your closet?" she whined, putting her head on the table for dramatics. you knew exactly what she was talking about. that slutty cow girl cosplay she bought you last year, not the type with the cowboy hat and gun holster; but a literal cow.  

that was around the same time she gambled some of your earning on impulse while in a sketchy casino, deep shady part of seol. sure, she apologized her ass off when she came too, but you swore you'd never wear that costume to punish her for it. se-mi's hand slithered up the side of your arm, fingers nimbling rubbing your shoulder, "come on baby, this is the perfect opportunity! i'll do anything," and she was serious, her eyes determined to get you in these literal scraps of clothing.  

"anything?" you asked after chewing your last sushi roll, raising an eyebrow. she quickly nodded, hand lightly gripping the fabric of your t-shirt. you smirked, "you have to let nam-gyu and thanos come over for my birthday this year." she groaned, falling back on the chair. 

"you're killing me, babe." 

"you said anything~" 

"they're so annoying, this place is going to end up trashed and reeking of weed."  

"you're the last person that should be worried about the smell of weed." 

"but-" 

"guess you don't want to milk your cow girlfriend, oh we-" 

"ok ok!," you raised her hands in surrender, face already flushing at the image of you rolling around in the bed with ears and a tail. "you win..i guess." she sighed, but couldn't help the excited way her foot tapped against the wooden floor.  

too easy. 

you smiled at your perfect victory, pinching her cheek. "atta girl," you praised, glancing back up at the clock on the wall. "we should probably start getting ready," se-mi nodded, swiftly collecting your dishes for you. "go first, get dressed up," she said smirking, already in producer mode. "when i come in there i'll get the tech right." with that, you both parted ways and got to work.  

... 

just as expected, the cow lingerie clutched every curve and mound on your body, leaving nothing to the imagination. doing another once over in the mirror, you rolled your eyes at how ridiculous you looked. it was built like a strappy bikini, but the top was wider with a boob window, making it somehow sluttier than showing the full thing, and the black and white of the cow pattern stretched across your skin. 

on que, right after you plopped the cow headband on your head, se-mi walked into the room waving her hands to dry. when her eyes fell on you, you could've sworn they grew 10 sizes wider. "fuck." she spoke bluntly, gliding towards you and placing her hands on your hips. she leaned in and breathed against your neck, "dammit ____," she hissed, getting turned on by the reflection in the mirror. 

"i almost don't want to show them this," she murmured, nibbling against your skin. you knew where this was going and shoved her skull away, to which she whined like a dejected dog. "ah ah! you can't touch until this stream is going, got it? i'll be damned if i wear this without a profit." she huffed, but hurriedly walked infront of the stream set up, computer already directed towards the bed. 

noting her rush to get started, you quickly sat down on the edge of the bed, crossing either leg over the other and leaning back. "ready?" se-mi asked glancing back, the screen now full screened with a single play button in the middle of it, chat already blazing by with all your gooners at the ready.  

you gave her your signature thumbs and she wasted no time, clicking the button. when the screen filled with you, the chat went crazy. you couldn't read anything, only making out the consensus. you read the screen, leaning in with a seductive smirk to match your online personality.  

minalovesyou55: omfg!! you're so cute tonight, milking stream? <33 |donated $70!| 

hyubunnie: is this really allowed? too cute... |donated $40!| 

saesae: pretty. |donated $10| 

thanosworld: shake some ass !!!!!! |donated $1,200!| 

snickering, you waved at the screen, "good evening everyone! hope you're all excited, seems like it from chat," you giggled, sticking a teasing tongue out. se-mi was off screen, waiting for the right moment to interject in more 'physical' activities, behind her phone as a makeshift moderator. 

"tonight we have something special planned," you started, slowly spreading your thighs wide. "you want to know what it is?"  you asked chat, to which the messages moved again at lightspeed. also the money, which was a pleasant surprise, you'd have too take se-mi out for dinner this weekend.  

jungeegee: don't tease usss |donated $25!| 

youngthug: please.. |donated $5!| 

nam-gyu: don't blue ball me bitch! |donated $60!| 

you felt like they were ready, and started groping your breasts, hand sliding down to hold your thigh. "tonight, i'm going to get absolutely fucked into the mattress with a strap-on." chat was absolutely ballistic, and you couldn't even read it anymore. glancing off screen you saw se-mi near drooling, staring you up and down.  

you motioned towards the dresser full of toys on her side of the room, and she got the memo. se-mi put her phone down and leaned over the dresser drawer, sliding out the biggest strap she could find; she wanted, no, needed you to feel it. walking on camera holding the strap, she greets the viewers casually.  

she wasn't the main attraction, but some considered her an extension of them, imagining being the ones to fuck you through her. she straps on the thick silicone dildo, the veined shaft jutting out obscenely from her hips, glistening as she slicks it up with a generous squirt of lube.  

thanosworld: fuck yes! make her scream tonight.  

hyubunnie: don't be too rough on her..but im excited (ㅎᴗㅎᵕ) 

you kneel on the bed facing the camera, se-mi's hand fists in your hair, yanking your head back to expose your throat. she shoves you down onto all fours, ass up toward the lens, and the donations start rolling in again. "look at this greedy little whore," she growls for the viewers, slapping your ass hard enough to leave a red print. the sting makes you gasp, pussy clenching in response. 

she positions herself behind you, the cool tip of the strap-on nudging your entrance. "you want it?" she asked sweetly, yanking your hair ever so slightly, "beg for it," she demands, grinding the head against your folds to tease.  

minalovesyou55: pound her down girlie!! she needs that |donated $40!| 

saesae: she's dripping, look at that.

you whimper, pushing back. "please, se-mi...fuck me." with a rough thrust, she buries the dildo inside you, stretching your walls wide. no easing in, just a brutal slide that bottoms out, the base grinding against your clit. you cry out, fingers digging into the sheets as she starts pounding, hips snapping forward with force. each slam jolts your body, tits bouncing wildly for the camera. "take it. good fucking girl," she moans, breath hot on your neck as she leans over you, one hand pinning your shoulder down. 

the lube makes everything slick, the wet sounds of the dildo plunging in and out filling the room, mixing with your moans. she reaches around, pinching your nipple hard, twisting until you arch and sob. "moan louder for them," she orders, glancing at the screen where tips are exploding. the 180 turnaround she did for streams never ceased to give you whiplash, but you loved it bad.  

jungeegee: if i could use her like this for one night, ugh. |donated $20!| 

se-mi laughs breathlessly, slamming deeper. "hear that? they love watching me wreck this tight cunt." you buck back to meet her thrusts, the friction building a fire in your stomach. her free hand trails down, rubbing your clit in heavenly circles, making your thighs quake. sweat beads on your skin, the harness creaking with her relentless pace. she pulls out almost fully before ramming back in, angling to hit that spot that makes stars burst behind your eyes.  

"d-damn, you're clenching so hard baby...gonna make me cum just from this,' she groans, her own arousal soaking the base where it presses against her. the chat goes wild, glancing at the donation poll on the side of the screen, you could just make out 9k already. 

minalovesyou55: harder, break her! |donated $15!| 

saesae: cum on that strap, slut. |donated $5!| 

your moans turn to cries, body trembling as the orgasm builds. se-mi yanks your hair again, forcing you to face the camera. "tell them how much you love being my fucktoy." gasping, you manage, 'i love it so so m-much, fuck me harder,' she obliges, pounding mercilessly, the lube squelching with every drive. 

it hits you like a wave. your pussy spasming around the dildo, juices squirting out to drench her thighs. you collapse forward, shaking, but she doesn't stop, fucking you through it with brutal strokes. "that's it, cream all over my cock babe," she moans, her hips grinding erratically as her own climax peaks from the pressure on her clit. 

finally, she slows, pulling out with a wet pop, your hole gaping and slick. the chat erupts in praise. you were gone, eyes closed as you caught your breath, twitching and spasming against the sheets. she ran her hand through your hair gently, grinning tiredly at the chat. "looks like my little cow girl got milked out of commission," she smirked, "did you guys like that?" 

hyubunnie: best show yet, she's amazing. |donated $100!|  

youngthug: : more next time? |donated $20!| 

se-mi grins, smacking your ass one last time before saying her goodbyes and sending the viewers too no-euls stream before cutting the live. walking back towards the bed, she pulls you into her arms, moving the hair out of your face lovingly, the afterglow settling in as she kisses your forehead.  

"good girl, told you it was a good idea."