She’s quiet for a second, then rolls onto her side, propping her head in her hand. The movement makes her tank top ride up, exposing the sharp cut of her hipbone and the little silver barbell in her navel you love to kiss. She looks suddenly younger, softer, nervous, her usual cocky armour nowhere to be found.

“I wanna know.” She says, voice low. “Everything. Even the embarrassing shit. Especially the embarrassing shit.”

You laugh, breathless. “You first, then.”

She groans dramatically, flopping onto her back and throwing an arm over her eyes.

“Fuck, okay. Fine. I like… when you hold my wrists down. Like, really hold them. Above my head, or behind my back, whatever. It makes me feel-” She peeks at you from under her forearm, ears pink. “Helpless, but safe. Because it’s you.”

Your stomach flips. You’ve done it before, instinctively, but hearing her say it out loud makes it real.

“I also really like choking.” She adds, quieter. “Giving and receiving. Not, like, passing out choking. Just… pressure. Your hand on my throat while you’re inside me, or mine on yours when I’m on top. The trust thing gets me.”

You swallow hard. “Noted.”

She nudges your ankle with her foot. “Your turn, coward.”

You hide your face in the pillow for a second, muffling a whine. When you lift your head again, she’s watching you with those big brown eyes, patient, no judgement, just open.

You pick at a loose thread on the blanket. “Okay. Um. This one’s… really mortifying.”

“Baby, I just admitted I want you to strangle me during sex. I think we’re past mortifying.”

Fair.

You take a shaky breath. “Sometimes when I… touch myself… I say-” Your voice cracks. You force the words out before you lose your nerve. “I call you Daddy. In my head. Out loud, even, when I know you can’t hear me. I don’t know why it started, it just… does it for me. A lot. And I’ve been terrified to say it to your face because what if you think it’s weird or creepy or-”

Semi makes this broken little sound, somewhere between a laugh and a moan, and suddenly she’s on you, rolling half on top of you and pinning your body with hers. Her pupils are huge.

“Say it again.” She whispers against your mouth, voice absolutely wrecked. “Please.”

Your heart is hammering so hard you’re dizzy.

“Daddy.” You breathe, barely audible.

She shudders, full body, hips rolling involuntarily against your thigh. “Fuck, that’s… Okay, yeah, we’re keeping that. Holy shit.”

You laugh, shaky with relief and arousal, and she kisses you hard, desperate, like she’s trying to crawl inside your skin. When she finally pulls back, her face inches from yours, she’s flushed all the way down her chest.

“Okay.” She says, voice rough. “My turn again. And this one’s… bigger. I need you to know it’s just a fantasy, alright? It doesn’t have to ever happen. I love what we have. I love us. But since we’re being honest…”

You nod, stroking her cheek. “Anything.”

She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.

“I think about watching someone else fuck you.”

The words hang in the air like smoke. You blink, brain buffering. “…What?”

“Not, like, replacing me.” She rushes out, eyes snapping open, panicked. “Never that. Just… the idea of you completely falling apart on someone else’s cock, or fingers, or tongue, whatever, while I’m right there. Watching every second… Telling them how you like it…. Telling you you’re doing so good for me... Seeing you try to be quiet because you’re embarrassed someone else is hearing you like that, but you can’t, because I won’t let you.” Her voice cracks on the last word. “It’s fucked up, I know. I’m sorry-”

You cup her face with both hands, cutting her off. “Hey. Hey. Breathe. It’s not fucked up.”

She tries to look away. You don’t let her.

“It’s surprising.” You admit softly. “Really surprising. But… it’s not… bad. Not wrong. Just… new.”

She searches your face, ashamed. “You’re not… grossed out?”

You shake your head. “I’m… turned on and kind of overwhelmed at the same time. Which is honestly how I feel about most of the things you do in bed.”

That startles a wet laugh out of her.

You kiss her nose. “Is it… something you actually want to try someday? Or is it just a really good porno in your brain?”

She bites her lip, shrugging one shoulder. “I don’t know… Both? The fantasy is safe because it’s impossible, maybe. But if you ever… I don’t know. If we ever met someone we trusted, someone who got it wasn’t about them, it was about you and me… I don’t think I’d say no.” She exhales shakily. “But if you hate the idea, we delete it from the record forever and never bring it up again.”

You’re quiet for a long time, thumb stroking her cheekbone.

“I don’t hate it.” You say finally. “I just… need to sit with it. It’s a lot. But I love that you told me. And I love that we can say the scary shit out loud now.”

She nods, eyes glassy with relief. You pull her down so her head is on your chest, fingers threading through her short hair, and she makes a contented sound muffled against your skin.

Two weeks later you’re both dressed nicer than a normal night out. Semi’s in a black cropped blazer and low rise cargos that make her look illegally hot, you’re in a tight little dress she picked out because “it makes your legs look endless.” You’re at some dimly lit bar downtown, nursing the same two drinks for an hour, shoulders brushing in a corner booth.

Semi’s been scanning the room on and off, casual about it, like she’s just people watching. You’ve both been giggling nervously every time your eyes meet, stealing kisses, pretending you’re not on a weird little mission.

Then her gaze catches on someone across the bar and stays there.

You follow it.

Tall girl. Sharp eyes, full lips, dark hair tied up messily, wearing a leather jacket over a cropped tank. She’s leaning back against the counter, one boot kicked up on the rail, eyes lazily dragging over the crowd - until they land on you.

And stay.

Semi’s lips curve, slow and a little wicked. She leans in, mouth brushing your ear. “What about her?”

Your pulse spikes so hard you feel it in your throat. The girl - Noeul, you’ll later learn - tilts her head, smirking faintly when she realizes she’s been caught looking. Her gaze flicks to Semi for a second, something unreadable passing between them, then back to you. Dark. Interested.

Semi’s hand finds your thigh under the table, squeezing once.

“Well?” She murmurs, voice husky. “She’s definitely looking at you like she wants to ruin you… and I think she knows I’d let her.”

You swallow hard, heat pooling low in your belly. Your fingers tighten around your glass.

“…Maybe.” You breathe.

Semi smiles. It’s small, nervous, but absolutely thrilled. She turns just enough to catch Noeul’s eye again. She lifts two fingers off her drink in a subtle little wave.

Noeul’s smirk widens.

The bar is loud, but soon the three of you have carved out a pocket of quiet at the far end of the corridor that leads to the single stall bathrooms. The music is muffled here, bass thudding through the walls like a distant heartbeat. Neon from a Budweiser sign paints everything red and blue.

Noeul leans one shoulder against the wall, arms loosely crossed, leather jacket creaking when she shifts. She’s the same height as Semi, and the way she’s looking at the two of you is calm, curious, a little amused, like she’s already figured out this isn’t a normal pickup.

Semi has your hand in a death grip. She’s trying to look cool, but you can feel the tremor in her fingers.

Noeul’s gaze flicks between you both.

“So,” she says, voice low and smooth, “your girlfriend waved me over like she was flagging down a taxi. I’m guessing this isn’t about buying me a drink.”

Semi huffs a nervous laugh. “Yeah. Not exactly.”

You squeeze her hand: I’m with you. Semi takes a breath and steps half in front of you, protective even now.

“Here’s the deal.” She says, voice steadying as she speaks. “We’re together. Like, together together. This isn’t a hookup thing where we’re looking for a third to keep. It’s… a scene. One night. Very specific rules.”

Noeul’s brows lift, but she doesn’t interrupt. She’s listening, really listening.

Semi keeps going. “I watch. Only. I don’t touch you, you don’t touch me unless she,” she tips her head toward you, “explicitly asks for it. You touch her, you do exactly what I tell you to do to her, and you stop the second either of us says stop. No questions, no convincing, no ‘are you sure.’ Red means full stop, yellow means slow down or check in. Green means keep going.”

Noeul’s mouth curves, not mocking, just acknowledging the thoroughness. “You came prepared.”

“We’re not new to negotiating.” Semi says. “We’re new to doing it with someone who isn’t a toy.”

You feel your face go hot, but Noeul just nods, eyes flicking to you for the first time with something gentler in them.

Semi’s voice drops. “Most important part: you’re not replacing me. You’re… an extension of me tonight. I’m the one fucking her, just with your hands. Your mouth. Whatever I decide. If that’s not what you’re into, we shake hands and walk away, no hard feelings.”

Noeul is quiet for a beat. Then she uncrosses her arms and straightens, giving Semi her full attention.

“I’m not interested in being anyone’s girlfriend.” She says bluntly. “But I’m very interested in the idea of following precise instructions while someone gorgeous falls apart in front of me. Especially if her gorgeous girlfriend is the one conducting.” Her gaze slides to you, slow, deliberate. “And I like how you keep looking at me like you’re already imagining it.”

Your knees almost give out.

Semi exhales, shaky with relief and arousal. “Safe word system good with you?”

“Red, yellow, green. Good with me.” Noeul says. “I’ll use them too if I need them. I’m good with marks as long as they’re not visible.”

Semi nods, the last of her tension bleeding out, and Noeul smiles - small, sharp, warm all at once. “I trust you have the good lube.”

Semi actually laughs, startled and bright. “Obviously.”

Noeul pushes off the wall, closing the distance until she’s close enough that you can smell leather and cedar and something faintly citrus on her skin. She doesn’t touch you yet, just looks at you, then back to Semi.

“Anything she especially likes?” She asks, like you’re not standing right there burning up.

Semi’s grin turns wicked. “She likes being told what a good girl she is when she’s trying to be quiet. Likes her hair pulled, but gentle at the roots, hard at the ends. Likes when someone spreads her open and just looks for a long time first. And she will literally sob if you circle her clit with your tongue but never quite touch it until she begs.”

Your whimper is embarrassingly loud in the hallway.

Noeul hums, pleased. “Noted.”

She offers her hand to Semi first, formal and weirdly sweet. Semi takes it, grip firm.

“Pleasure doing business.” Noeul says.

Then she turns to you, brushing a knuckle under your chin, tipping your face up.

“As for you,” she murmurs, voice velvet, “you just have to say yes, baby.”

You look at Semi. She’s watching you like you’re the only thing in the universe, eyes dark and shining, lips parted.

You nod.

“Yes.” You whisper.

Semi squeezes your hand one last time, then lets go, stepping back just enough to lean against the wall, arms loose at her sides, already settling into the role she asked for.

“Take her jacket off.” She says, soft but unmistakable. “Slow.”

Noeul obeys instantly.

And just like that, the night begins.

The drive back is twenty minutes of pure torture.

Semi drives, insisting she “needed her hands free to think.” You’re in the passenger seat, thighs pressed so tight together your legs are trembling. Noeul is in the back, one arm stretched along the seat, fingers idly brushing the nape of your neck every time Semi takes a turn. You’re already soaked through your panties and you haven’t even been kissed yes.

Conversation is light, surface level, but the air is thick.

“Music preference?” Semi asks, thumb tapping the wheel.

“Whatever you usually fuck her to.” Noeul answers, amused. “I wanna learn the playlist.”

You choke on nothing. Semi smirks, flicks to a private spotify list titled simply with a black heart emoji, and the bassline that fills the car is low, slow, filthy.

Noeul hums approval. “Good choice.”

The second the apartment door clicks shut behind you, the pretence drops. Semi flicks on only the dim lamp in the living room, warm amber light, then turns to both of you.

“Shoes off. Coats on the chair.“

She’s already in charge, voice calm, a little lower than usual. It’s the tone she uses when she ties your wrists to the headboard and you know you’re not allowed to cum until she says.

Noeul toes off her boots and shrugs out of her leather jacket. Underneath she’s wearing a thin black ribbed tank, no bra. She catches you staring and winks.

Semi steps close to you, cups your jaw, and kisses you soft and slow right in front of Noeul. A small reminder of who you belong to. You melt instantly.

When she pulls back, her eyes flick to Noeul.

“Living room’s too bright. Bedroom.”

Noeul follows without a word.

The bedroom is ready: mood lights on, bigger lamp off, lube and condoms in a neat row on the nightstand like a sex shop display. Semi must have set it up before you left. There’s even a fresh towel folded on the chair in the corner, the one Semi will sit in.

Semi points. “That’s my spot. You don’t look at me unless she tells you to. You don’t speak to me unless I speak first. Understood?”

Noeul’s grin is slow. “Yes, ma’am.”

The honorific makes Semi’s breath catch; she covers it with a raised brow. “Good.”

Then she turns to you and softens completely. “Color, baby?”

“Green.” You whisper. “So green.”

Semi kisses your forehead, then steps back and settles into the chair, legs spread, one boot tapping idly.

She nods at Noeul. “Kiss her. Slow. I wanna watch you learn her mouth.”

Noeul doesn’t rush. She steps in, tall enough that you have to tilt your head, and brushes your hair back from your face with both hands, gentle, reverent. Her thumbs stroke your cheekbones.

“Hi.” She murmurs, just for you.

“Hi.” You breathe.

Then she kisses you.

It’s different from Semi; it’s deeper, slower, a little more tongue on the first pass. She tastes like the whiskey she was drinking earlier and something sharper. You make a soft noise into her mouth and feel her smile against your lips.

Semi’s voice floats over, velvet and steel. “Hands on her waist, Noeul. Slide them up under her dress, but don’t touch anything good yet. Make her wait.”

Noeul obeys instantly, big hands slipping under the hem of your dress, palms hot against your bare skin. You shiver hard.

“Good.” Semi praises, and you’re not sure which of you she’s talking to. “Now pull her straps down. I wanna see the marks I left last week.”

Noeul eases the thin straps off your shoulders, letting the top of your dress pool at your waist. The cool air hits your breasts and your nipples tighten instantly. There are faint purple bruises along the tops from Semi’s mouth a few nights ago. Noeul traces one with her thumb, reverent.

Semi’s voice is a little rougher now. “Suck one into your mouth. Gentle at first. She likes when it builds.”

You whimper before Noeul even leans down.

When her mouth closes over your nipple, warm and wet and perfect, your head falls back. Your hands fly to her hair on instinct.

Semi clicks her tongue. “Hands down, baby. Let her work.”

You drop them to your sides, shaking.

Noeul spends a few minutes on your chest, licking, sucking, grazing with teeth until you’re panting and grinding air. Every time you get close to begging, Semi murmurs, “Not yet,” and Noeul pulls off with a wet pop, blowing cool air over the sensitive skin until you sob.

Finally Semi leans forward, elbows on her knees. “Noeul, take the dress off. Leave the panties.”

The fabric whispers down your legs and pools at your feet, leaving you in nothing but black lace. You’re trembling.

Semi’s eyes rake over you, possessive, hungry, proud.

“Look at you.” She says softly. “So fucking beautiful.”

Noeul echoes it under her breath, almost involuntary.

Semi smiles, slow and wicked. “On the bed, baby. On your back. Legs open.”

You scramble to obey.

Noeul stands at the foot of the bed, waiting for her next instruction like a perfectly trained soldier, and Semi finally, finally spreads her own thighs in the chair, one hand slipping down to palm herself over her cargos.

“Take her panties off with your teeth.” She says. “And then you’re gonna taste her until she cries. But you don’t let her cum until I say.”

Noeul drops to her knees without hesitation. Her hands settle on your thighs, thumbs stroking the crease where leg meets hip. She doesn’t dive in; she waits, eyes flicking to Semi for permission.

Semi’s voice is low, almost conversational, like she’s reading a recipe she’s memorised years ago. “Spread her open with your thumbs first. I want you to look at her for a while. Don’t touch her clit yet. Just look.”

Noeul obeys instantly. Big hands slide higher, pushing your thighs wider until you’re completely exposed. Cool air hits slick, swollen skin and you whimper. She uses her thumbs to part your folds, slow and deliberate, holding you open like she’s studying a work of art. You can feel how wet you are; the soft sound it makes when she spreads you is obscene.

You hear Semi exhale, shaky.

“Fuck. See how pretty she is when she’s desperate? That shine...”

Noeul hums agreement, breath ghosting over you.

“Gorgeous.” She murmurs, reverent.

You try to rock up, chasing contact, and Semi tsks. “No moving, baby. You take what we give you.”

Noeul’s tongue finally, finally touches you, one long, slow lick from entrance to clit, flat and wet and warm. Your back arches off the bed, a broken sound ripping out of your throat.

Semi moans softly in the chair. “Again. Same speed. She likes the first few slow so she can feel every inch of your tongue.”

Noeul does it again. And again. Long, deliberate drags that make your thighs shake against her palms. On the fourth pass she flicks the very tip of her tongue just under the hood of your clit, barely there, and your hips jerk hard enough that she has to pin you down.

Semi’s voice is starting to fray at the edges. “Circle it now. Light. Tease her until she’s begging.”

Noeul traces perfect, maddening circles around your clit, never quite on it, the pressure feather soft. Your hands fist in the sheets. Your breathing turns into high, frantic whimpers.

“Please.” You choke out. “Please, please-”

“Please what, baby?” Semi asks, syrupy sweet.

“Please let her-”

“Let her what?”

“Please let her suck my clit, Daddy, please-”

The name rips a guttural sound out of Semi. You hear the zipper of her cargos, and the rustle of fabric as she finally shoves a hand inside her own underwear.

Noeul doesn’t wait for the official order, she seals her mouth over your clit and sucks, gentle at first, then harder when you cry out. Your spine bows clear off the mattress.

You’re babbling now, broken pleas: Semi, Noeul, Daddy, please, I’m gonna-

Semi cuts you off, breathless. “Not yet. Noeul, pull off.”

Noeul rips her mouth away so fast you sob at the loss. You thrash, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. “No, no, please-”

“Shh.” Semi’s voice is closer; she’s moved to the edge of the chair. “Look at me.”

You force your eyes open. She’s flushed dark, lips parted, one hand blatantly moving between her legs.

“You’re only gonna cum when I say.” She tells you, soft but ironclad. “And I’m not done watching her ruin you yet.”

Noeul’s tongue returns, merciless now: fast, wet, focused directly on your clit, lapping in tight, relentless circles, then flattening to drag broad stripes over it again and again. She keeps your thighs forced open with her shoulders and the weight of her arms, never letting you close even an inch. The pressure coils so tight you can’t breathe.

Semi’s breathing is ragged. “Edge her again. Stop right when she’s there.”

Noeul reads you like she’s been doing this for years. The second your thighs start to clamp and your moans pitch higher, she pulls her mouth off entirely. You scream in frustration, tears spilling over.

Semi is on her feet now, stalking closer. She cups your wet cheek, thumb wiping a tear.

“One more.” She whispers. “One more edge and then you can fall apart, okay?”

You nod frantically.

She kisses you, deep and filthy, then she steps back. “Noeul. Make her cum so hard she forgets her own name.”

Noeul growls, actually growls, and descends again. This time there’s no teasing. Her mouth seals over your clit, sucking hard, tongue flicking fast and relentless, cheeks hollowing with every pull. She never stops, never slows, just devours you like she’s starving. The orgasm slams into you like a freight train. Your vision whites out, back arching so hard you’re practically levitating. A wail tears out of you, long and shattered. Noeul doesn’t let up, just gentles the suction slightly, fluttering her tongue to ride you through it until you’re twitching with aftershocks, gasping, crying.

When she finally pulls away, her lips are swollen and shiny, chin dripping. She looks wrecked.

Semi is right there, kneeling on the bed, gathering you into her arms while you shake and sob against her chest.

“Gooood girl.” She murmurs over and over, kissing your temple, your hair. “Such a good girl for us.”

Noeul sits back on her heels, watching you both with soft, reverent eyes, waiting for whatever comes next.

Semi’s voice is still rough from watching you come apart, but it’s steady now, quiet, intimate. She’s sitting on the edge of the bed, your back against her chest, her arms looped loosely around your waist while you tremble through the aftershocks. Noeul is kneeling between your spread thighs, fingers gently stroking your hips, waiting.

Semi presses a kiss just below your ear, then speaks so only you can hear at first.

“Baby…” She murmurs, lips brushing your skin. “I want to watch you ride her thigh. I want to see you use her to get off again, but you only look at me while you do it. Eyes on me the whole time. Can you do that for Daddy?”

Your breath hitches hard enough that Noeul feels it. You nod before you even think, the word “yes” slipping out shaky and desperate.

Semi smiles against your neck, then louder, for Noeul, “Sit back.”

Noeul relaxes against the headboard, all long lines and lean muscle. Semi guides you forward until you’re straddling Noeul’s left thigh, still clothed in tight black jeans, the denim rough and perfect against your bare, slick skin. Noeul’s hands settle on your waist, steadying, but she doesn’t move you; she waits for Semi’s instructions like they’re law.

Semi leans back on her palms, legs spread wide in that cocky way she gets when she’s fully in control. Her eyes are dark, hungry, fixed on you.

“Hands behind your back, baby.” She says softly. “Wrists crossed. Noeul’s gonna hold them there.”

Noeul’s grip shifts instantly, one big hand circling both your wrists, pinning them at the small of your back. The position forces your chest forward, your nipples still wet and sensitive from earlier, brushing against Noeul’s tank top with every breath.

Semi’s gaze flicks down to where you’re already dripping onto Noeul’s jeans, then back up to your face.

“Eyes on me.” She reminds you, voice velvet and steel.

You lock eyes with her, and then you start to move.

The first roll of your hips is slow, tentative, just testing the pressure. The denim drags against your swollen clit and you gasp, eyelids fluttering. Semi’s stare doesn’t waver; it pins you in place harder than Noeul’s grip on your wrists.

“That’s it.” Semi breathes. “Just like that. Show me how good you can fall apart for me, even when it’s someone else you’re grinding on.”

You whimper, rocking forward again, harder this time. Noeul’s thigh flexes under you, deliberate and encouraging, and the friction is perfect, rough, unforgiving. Your slick coats the fabric in seconds, dark patches spreading with every drag.

Semi’s pupils are blown wide. “Faster, baby. I wanna see you chase it. I wanna watch your face when you realize you’re about to cum just from humping her leg like a needy little puppy.”

Your rhythm stutters, then picks up, hips rolling desperately now. Noeul’s grip tightens on your wrists, anchoring you, keeping you exactly where Semi wants you. Every time you try to drop your chin, hide your face in Noeul’s shoulder, Semi’s voice cuts through:

“Eyes. On. Me.”

You force your gaze back to her, tears gathering from the intensity of it - the pleasure the humiliation, the adoration all tangled together. Semi’s lips part, chest rising and falling fast. One of her hands has slipped back between her own legs, rubbing slow circles over her cargos in time with your thrusts.

“Look at you.” She whispers, reverent. “So fucking pretty when you’re desperate for me. You could have anyone right now and you’re still only mine. Say it.”

“Only yours.” You sob, grinding harder, thighs burning. “Only yours, Daddy-”

The orgasm barrels into you without warning. Your whole body locks up, mouth open on a silent scream, eyes still glued to Semi’s as wave after wave crashes through you. Noeul holds you steady while you shake and gush over her thigh, denim absolutely ruined.

When it finally ebbs, you sag forward, forehead against Noeul’s collarbone, panting. Noeul lets go of your wrists gently, and Semi is there instantly, pulling you back into her arms, kissing your wet cheeks, your temple, your parted lips.

“Good girl.” She murmurs over and over, rocking you. “My perfect girl. You’re so so good for me.”

Noeul sinks to her knees again, pressing soft kisses to your trembling thighs, your knees, like she’s thanking you. When she looks up, her eyes are soft.

Semi reaches out and cups Noeul’s jaw briefly, an unspoken thank you of her own. Then she pulls you fully into her lap, wrapping you up tight.

You’re still floating when Semi whispers against your hair. “Think you can take her fingers now, baby? While I hold you through it?”

You nod, boneless, already reaching for Noeul again.

Semi settles back against the headboard, pulling you with her so you’re half reclined between her spread thighs, your back to her chest. She hooks her legs over yours, spreading you wide open again, her own legs keeping you that way. You’re completely on display, trembling, dripping, helpless.

Noeul kneels between your thighs, eyes dark and reverent. Semi’s arms band around your waist, one hand splayed possessively over your lower stomach.

“Three fingers.” Semi says quietly, lips brushing your ear. “Slow at first. She’s sensitive after two orgasms, but she can take it. Curl them up on every stroke, right against that spot. Don’t let her hide.”

Noeul slicks three fingers generously with lube, the good warming one Semi loves, then meets your eyes.

“Color?” She asks, voice rough.

“Green.” You whimper. “Please.”

She slides in on one smooth, unhurried push.

The stretch is perfect, bordering on too much, and your head falls back against Semi’s shoulder with a broken moan. Noeul stills, letting you adjust, one thumb brushing soothing circles on your hip.

Semi kisses your temple.

“Look at her.” She whispers. “Watch what she’s doing to you for me.”

You force your eyes open. Noeul’s gaze is locked between your legs, watching her own fingers disappear into you again and again, slow and steady. Every drag makes the most obscene wet sound.

Semi’s voice drops to that dangerous register that always wrecks you. “Tell her how it feels, baby.”

“So full.” You sob. “She’s-so deep-Daddy, please-”

Noeul crooks her fingers hard on the next stroke and you cry out, hips jerking.

“There it is.” Semi breathes, triumphant. “Right there. Keep hitting that spot, Noeul. Don’t change the angle.”

Noeul obeys, relentless now, three fingers pumping in and out, curling perfectly each time she bottoms out. Her palm slaps gently against your clit with every thrust, sending sparks up your spine.

Semi’s hand slides lower, spreading your folds open wider so Noeul can see everything.

“Look how pretty she takes it.” She murmurs, almost to herself. “Add your thumb on her clit. Light circles. She’ll start shaking when she’s close.”

Noeul’s thumb finds your clit immediately, slick and swollen, and starts tracing tight, perfect circles. Your whole body seizes.

Semi tightens her arms when you try to writhe. “No squirming. You stay open and take it like a good girl.”

You’re babbling again: Daddy, Noeul, please, I can’t-

Tears slip down your temples into your hair and Semi kisses them away. “You can. You’re doing so fucking good for me. Let me see you fall apart just one more time.”

Noeul speeds up just a fraction, pressure steady, thumb merciless. Your thighs start to quake against Semi’s.

“I’m-” You choke. “I’m gonna-”

“Hold it.” Semi orders sharply. “Not yet.”

You wail, high and desperate, trying so hard to obey even as your body screams for release. Noeul actually groans at the sound, eyes flicking up to Semi like she’s begging for permission too.

Semi’s own breathing is wrecked; you can feel her grinding subtly against your lower back, chasing friction through her clothes.

“Now.” Semi finally says, voice cracking. “Make her cum. Hard.”

Noeul thrusts deep, curls hard, thumb pressing and rubbing fast.

You cum with a scream that rips your throat raw. Your vision whites out again, whole body convulsing, squirting messily around Noeul’s fingers in pulsing waves. Semi holds you through it, murmuring filth and praise directly into your ear.

“That’s it, soak her hand, baby. Fuckkk. You’re so pretty when you lose it. My perfect little toy.”

When it finally ebbs, you’re limp, gasping, tears streaming. Noeul eases her fingers out slowly, then surprises you both by bringing them to her own mouth and licking them clean with a low, satisfied hum.

Semi exhales shakily. “Jesus Christ.”

Noeul grins, wicked and soft at the same time, then leans forward and presses a one tender kiss to your swollen clit, making you twitch and whine.

Semi cups your face, turning it so she can kiss you slow and deep, tasting salt and sex and everything.

“You okay, sweetheart?” She whispers against your lips.

You manage a tiny, blissful nod.

Semi looks over your shoulder at Noeul, who’s still kneeling, waiting, pupils blown. You end up sandwiched between them, Semi spooning you from behind, Noeul laying beside you, all three of you sweaty and boneless.

Noeul’s voice is hoarse when she finally speaks. “…Holy shit.”

Semi laughs, soft and fond, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck.

“Yeah.” She whispers. “Holy shit.”

The sky outside has gone from indigo to pale lavender by the time everything settles. Noeul is the first to move, sitting up slowly, hair a wild mess. You’re half dozing against Semi’s chest when Noeul kneels on the bed again, just for a second. She brushes a knuckle down your cheek, then looks at Semi.

“Thank you.” She says, voice low and a little hoarse. “Both of you. That was… I don’t have words.”

Semi reaches out and squeezes Noeul’s wrist once.

“You were perfect.” She answers simply. “Take care of yourself, yeah?”

Noeul’s smile is small, crooked, fond. She leans over you, presses one last soft kiss to your forehead, then to Semi’s cheek, chaste and almost tender.

Then she’s gone. Quiet footsteps, the soft click of the front door, the faint sound of an uber pulling up outside and fading into the morning.

The apartment feels huge and suddenly very small all at once.

Semi pulls the duvet higher over both of you, tucking you tighter against her. You’re sticky, sore, absolutely wrecked, and you’ve never felt more cherished.

For a long time neither of you speaks. There’s just the sound of your breathing syncing up, the slow drag of her fingers through your hair.

Eventually she presses her lips to the crown of your head and whispers, voice cracked open. “I need you to know something.”

You tilt your face up, sleepy but concerned. “What?”

She swallows, eyes glassy in the dim light.

“I thought tonight would be hot, and God, it was, but watching you give her that, watching you trust me enough to let someone else touch you, then come straight back to me after…” Her voice wavers. “I have never loved you more than I do right now. Not even close.”

Your throat closes. You curl your hand over her heart, feel it hammering under your palm.

“I never left.” You whisper. “Every moan, every shake, every time I came it was for you. I’m always yours.”

She makes this soft, broken sound and crushes you close, burying her face in your neck like she’s trying to fuse you together.

“I know.” She says against your skin, trembling. “I know, baby. Fuck, I know.”

You stay like that until the sun is fully up, trading slow, lazy kisses that taste like trust and sex and something deeper, like promises neither of you needs to say out loud.

Eventually she carries you to the shower. She washes your hair, kisses every bruise, and wraps you in her softest hoodie afterward. You fall asleep on the couch while she makes coffee, her fingers carding through your hair again and again like she can’t stop touching you now that it’s just the two of you.

Later, when you’re curled on her lap drinking from the same mug, she murmurs into your temple.

“Still just us, okay? Always just us.”

You turn to kiss her, slow and sure.

“Always just us.” You echo.

And you mean it with every cell in your body.

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So, I normally wrote on my other account, but I'm thinking of writing here in the Marvel and Squid Game fandom (just wlw), mainly because I miss Hyunju. But if the fandom it's completely dead, I'll pretend I never posted this here lmao

જ⁀➴ Working that shitty job as a costume performer at your local amusement park was hard enough, and the money problems that plagued your every thought were making the situation worse. Most of your co-workers would go out for dinner together after your shift, basically only to drink their problems away and forget about this hell for a night. The only one who'd also stay behind like you was No-eul. You didn't know much about her, as she'd be super secretive about her life, but you at least knew she was a nice person.

જ⁀➴ One time after work it was literally pouring outside, and since you didn't own a car or an umbrella apparently, she offered to take you home with her. You guys hurried over her car and got in as soon as possible and only then you noticed that it seemed like she was living in here. Looking at No-eul, you could tell that she was slightly embarrassed, so you didn't bother mention it or asking about it — Instead, you thanked her a thousand times and more for taking you home.

જ⁀➴ From then on, she'd drive you home one or two times a week so you wouldn't have to take public transportation. At one point, you invited No-eul in, offering to cook dinner as a thank you to her. After a few times it became a regular thing and she actually seemed like she was enjoying it, a smile replacing her usual stoic expression. You also never quite understood how she was so good at her job, entertaining the kids and all, when she was the complete opposite when taking the heavy costume off.

જ⁀➴ She'd help you out in the kitchen sometimes, often catching herself staring at some old childhood pictures of you that you hung up on the refrigerator.

"Oh, that one is cute." No-eul mumbled, pointing at a picture taken at one of your school's dance recitals when you were quite young. "Huh? Oh yeah," you turned around to the picture she was pointing at chuckling a bit, "I was like what? Maybe three? Four? It's one of my mom's favorite pictures, though." You didn't get a reponse back. When you turned around again, No-eul was still staring at it almost longingly.

જ⁀➴ Back at work, you were the only person she'd talk with during the breaks. Some of your co-workers would ask you how you gained her trust like that, since No-eul didn't even speak to them directly at all. You'd just shrug, not knowing how to answer them. Perhaps it was a bit strange how much she seemed to like you, but you certainly weren't complaining.

જ⁀➴ After some time, she'd open up to you about some of the things in her past and she explained her reason for living in her car with that she simply didn't have the money for an apartment. Apparently, she urgently needed it for something else, but she wouldn't tell you more about it. Just the fact No-eul was ready to share bits of her private life with you made your heart feel warm. You liked that she felt safe around you, and she did, too.

જ⁀➴ It got really late one night, so you offered her to sleep over at your place, since you probably owed her so much in gas money anyway. With a bit of hesitation, she'd accept, a genuine smile gracing her face. She was kind of forced to sleep in your bed as well, since your couch was just not big enough for one person to sleep on. No matter how much you apologized for that, No-eul would reassure you that this was more than fine and that she was really thankful you did this for her. She'd take your hand to squeeze it a couple of times to emphasize her words, even.

જ⁀➴ It felt like you two were teenage girls again, having a sleepover while you got ready for bed. No-eul showing you real emotions like happiness, excitement and gratefulness was so weird but also very appreciated by you. You never thought you'd come this close to her, shoulder on shoulder while laying together in your bed. Neither you or her minded it at all though and that was evident through the comfortable silence between you two. Not much had to be said in the moment for it to not be awkward.

જ⁀➴ When you woke up the morning after, No-eul was gone. You had figured that she'd probably be prone to do that, but you were still a bit baffled when finding the spot next to you cold and empty. She needed to get something done, that's at least what her text message said. This was typical No-eul, even if this was the first time this had happened.

જ⁀➴ No-eul wasn't able to get you out of her head. You were so irreducibly kind, soft spoken, pretty and just something that sge wasn't. Even back in the car she couldn't contain a smile when thinking about you, the conversations you had, your laugh, your face.. it wasn't like she didn't like it. She just wasn't used to this feeling at all ever since leaving her home years ago. But perhaps, just for you, she'd be ready to get used to it again.