#noeul

Semi made your stomach flip with her cocky grins and the way she’d brush your hair behind your ear “by accident.” Saebyeok’s quiet intensity left you breathless, the way she’d catch your eye across the room and hold it until you looked away first. Noeul was harder to read, but her calm, broody silences felt like a secret language; sometimes she’d rest her hand on your lower back when you walked through crowds, thumb stroking once, tender and gone so fast you wondered if you imagined it.

You wanted all three. But not in some greedy, one sided way, you wanted the way they looked at each other too. The soft glances between Saebyeok and Noeul when they thought no one noticed. The way Semi would lean into Saebyeok’s space just to watch her flush. You wanted the tangle of it, the mess, the possibility that this group of four could become something electric and terrifying.

Tonight was supposed to be simple: clubbing, drinking, dancing. But the spark you’d all been ignoring was already catching.

The air in your dorm room smelled like vanilla body spray and the sharp bite of Semi’s cheap vodka. Bass-heavy music played low from your laptop on the desk, filling the cramped space as you all got ready.

You stood in front of your tiny mirror, tugging at the hem of your short black skirt and wondering, not for the first time tonight. if you’d overdone it. Or underdone it. The top you’d chosen dipped low enough to show the curve of your cleavage when you moved just right, and the thought of all three of them seeing you like this sent a quiet thrill through your stomach.

Noeul sat cross legged on the edge of your bed, right in front of the full length mirror you’d propped against the wall. She was already in her outfit for the night - a simple black button up that hung loose, paired with dark jeans that sat low on her hips. Her expression was blank, almost distant, as she carefully applied her eyeliner. No smile. No chatter. Just that calm, focused stillness she carried like armor. Her lips were slightly parted in concentration, the sharp line of her jaw catching your eye every time she tilted her head. She looked untouchable, broody in the way that made your chest ache, like she was thinking about something far away… or maybe about the three of you in this room.

You couldn’t stop stealing glances at her. There was something about the way she moved so deliberately, so unhurried, that made heat pool low in your belly. You wondered what it would feel like if she looked at you with that same focus, but softer. Tender, the way you sometimes caught her being when she thought no one was watching.

Semi was already tipsy, swaying gently in front of your dresser like the music had crawled into her bones. She wore nothing but a black lace bralette that hugged her chest perfectly and low rise jeans that showed a teasing strip of skin whenever she moved. Silver rings glittered on her fingers as she held up two options, one thick band, the other delicate with a tiny star charm.

“Okay, babes.” She drawled, voice already loose and playful from the pre drinks she’d started slamming the second she walked in. “Serious question. Which one makes my fingers look more fuckable?”

She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, first at you, then at Noeul, lips curving into that signature cocky smirk that always made your pulse stutter.

Noeul didn’t even blink at the crude phrasing. She glanced over slowly, eyes dragging across Semi’s hands with that calm, assessing look. Her voice came out low and even, almost lazy.

“The star one. Looks better when you’re holding onto something.” The pause after “something” was tiny but deliberate. Semi’s smirk widened, a spark of heat flashing in her eyes as she met Noeul’s gaze in the mirror.

You laughed softly, cheeks warming. “Yeah, the star. It suits you.”

Semi slipped the star ring on, flexing her fingers dramatically and blowing you both a kiss.

“Good choice. Hopefully I get to test it out later.” She shot you a wink, then turned back to the mirror, adjusting the bralette so it sat just right. The casual confidence in the way she touched her own body, like she knew exactly how good she looked and wanted you both to notice, made your throat dry.

From the bathroom came the sound of rustling fabric and a quiet, frustrated huff. Saebyeok had disappeared in there the moment she arrived, door shut firmly behind her. “I’m changing in here.” She’d announced flatly, like the idea of stripping down in front of the three of you was completely off the table. You could picture her - that sharp jaw clenched in mild embarrassment, dark hair falling into her eyes as she tugged on clothes. It was so her: guarded on the surface, but the kind of guarded that made you want to peel back the layers slowly, carefully, until she let you see the heat underneath.

The door finally cracked open and Saebyeok stepped out, dressed in a tight black tank that clung to her frame and ripped jeans that made her legs look endless. She avoided eye contact at first, running a hand through her hair like she was trying to shake off the awkwardness. When her gaze finally landed on the rest of you - Semi half dressed and grinning, Noeul still calmly finishing her makeup, you fidgeting with your skirt - something flickered across her face. Not quite a smile, but close. A quiet awareness.

Semi immediately zeroed in on her.

“There she is. Looking like sin, as usual.” She held up another ring. “Quick, Saebyeok, does this one make my hands look better for choking, or…?”

Saebyeok rolled her eyes, but the corner of her mouth twitched. “You’re already drunk.”

“Tipsy.” Semi corrected, stepping closer and slinging an arm around Saebyeok’s shoulders. “There’s a difference, babe.”

Noeul set her eyeliner down and finally turned fully toward the group. Her expression was still mostly blank, but her eyes had softened just a fraction as she looked at the three of you. She reached out without a word and adjusted the strap of Saebyeok’s tank, fingers lingering for half a second against her collarbone; a small, tender gesture that made Saebyeok’s breath hitch almost imperceptibly.

You watched the moment stretch, heart beating a little too fast. This was what got you every time, not just the way they looked at you, but the way they orbited each other. Semi’s loud, shameless flirting. Saebyeok’s quiet intensity. Noeul’s calm, steady presence that somehow grounded the chaos and made everything feel heavier and more charged. You felt the spark with each of them individually. It was the flip in your stomach when Semi teased you, the breathless pull when Saebyeok held your gaze too long, the quiet ache when Noeul’s hand brushed yours without explanation.

Semi poured another round of vodka into plastic cups, raising hers with a grin. “To tonight. And to whatever the fuck happens after.”

Noeul took her cup without comment, but her eyes met yours for a long second, calm and unreadable, yet somehow promising. Saebyeok clinked her cup against yours last, fingers brushing yours deliberately.

You downed the shot, the burn spreading through your chest, and wondered how long the four of you could keep pretending this was just a normal Friday night out.

The club hit you like a wave the moment you stepped inside: heavy bass vibrating through the floor, neon lights slicing across sweaty bodies in pink, blue, and purple, the sticky-sweet smell of spilled drinks and cologne hanging thick in the air. It was loud and chaotic, perfect for drowning out the nervous flutter in your chest.

You’d all pre gamed hard enough that the edges of everything felt softer already. Semi led the way through the crowd with an effortless swagger, her star-ringed hand occasionally brushing yours or Saebyeok’s as she pulled the group toward the bar. Saebyeok stayed close on your other side, quiet but present, shoulder bumping yours whenever someone pushed past. Noeul brought up the rear, calm and watchful, one hand resting lightly on the small of your back for a moment to guide you through a tight spot, the touch gone almost as soon as it registered, but warm enough to linger.

At the bar, Semi ordered a round of shots without even asking. Four tiny glasses slammed down in unison. The burn slid down your throat, spreading heat through your chest and loosening the knot of anticipation that had been building since they arrived at your dorm.

Semi tipped hers back too fast, and a thin trail of liquor escaped, running down her chin and catching the neon glow. Before anyone could react, Noeul reached out and swiped her thumb across Semi’s skin. Then, without blinking or breaking eye contact, Noeul brought her thumb to her own mouth and sucked the drop clean. The gesture was simple, almost casual. But the way Semi’s breath hitched, the way her lips parted just slightly, made the air between them crackle. You felt it low in your stomach. Saebyeok watched too, dark eyes narrowing with something unreadable but definitely interested.

“Fuck.” Semi muttered, voice already husky. “Warn a girl next time.”

Noeul just gave the tiniest shrug, expression blank except for the faint softening in the corners of her eyes. Tender, hidden under the calm.

The drinks kept coming. Laughter flowed easier. You ended up squeezed into a sticky booth together, thighs pressed against each other under the table. Semi’s foot hooked loosely around your ankle while her arm draped behind Saebyeok on the back of the seat. Noeul’s hand rested on your thigh, not moving, just a steady, warm weight that made your skin tingle every time she shifted. Across the table, Saebyeok’s gaze kept drifting between all three of you, intense enough to feel like it could burn holes through clothes.

When the need to pee hit both you and Saebyeok at the same time, the line for the bathroom stretched halfway across the club. You watched as groups of drunken girls took turns squeezing themselves into the two cramped stalls, giggling and pushing one another as they filled the tight space.

When your turn came, you grabbed Saebyeok’s wrist. “Come on.”

Saebyeok tried to object, voice low and protesting even as you tugged her along. “There’s only one stall” But you were already pulling her inside and locking the flimsy door behind you.

The space was ridiculously tiny. Your back pressed against the wall as you both fumbled with zippers and belts, the bass from the club muffled but still thumping through the walls.

Your skirt zipper jammed halfway down, and you cursed under your breath, tugging uselessly. Saebyeok exhaled sharply, stepping in close, so close her breath ghosted hot against the side of your neck.

“Hold still.” Her fingers worked the stubborn metal with surprising gentleness, knuckles brushing the bare skin of your hipbone as she freed it. Neither of you spoke. The only sounds were your slightly ragged breathing and the distant pulse of music. When the zipper finally gave, her hand lingered for half a second longer than necessary, palm warm against your waist. You shivered. Saebyeok pulled back, jaw tight, but her eyes had darkened.

“Thanks.” You whispered. She just nodded once, the corner of her mouth twitching like she was fighting a smile.

Back on the main floor, Semi found you almost immediately. The song had shifted into something slower… filthier. She caught your hand with a grin and pulled you onto the dance floor, body pressing close to yours as the beat wrapped around you. Her hands settled on your hips, guiding you into a playful grind. Her thigh slipped between yours, the friction sending sparks up your spine.

“Your hips don’t lie,” she murmured against your ear, voice teasing but warm. You giggled, hands tightening on her shoulders, but you couldn’t deny the way your body responded. Across the floor you caught glimpses of Saebyeok and Noeul watching; not jealous, but clearly… hungry, in their own quiet ways.

Later, Saebyeok slipped outside for a cigarette. Noeul followed without a word, the two of them disappearing into the cool night air of the smoking area. Ten minutes later, when the song ended, you and Semi went to join them.

They were standing way too close.

Noeul’s back rested against the brick wall, cigarette forgotten between her fingers. Saebyeok had one hand braced beside Noeul’s head, their faces tilted toward each other in the hazy glow of the streetlight and drifting smoke. The space between them was almost nonexistent. It looked like they were sharing secrets, or maybe something heavier. You caught the way Noeul’s free hand brushed Saebyeok’s wrist once, slow and tender, before dropping away. The quiet intensity between them felt private, electric.

When you and Semi approached, they pulled apart smoothly. Not guiltily, just naturally, like they’d been expecting you. Saebyeok took a slow drag from her own cigarette, exhaling toward the sky. Noeul’s expression remained calm, but her eyes lingered on Saebyeok a moment longer before shifting to you and Semi with that subtle softening.

“Miss us?” Semi teased, sliding an arm around your waist and leaning into Saebyeok’s space just enough to make her roll her eyes.

The rest of the night blurred into more charged moments that kept the tension simmering.

During a slower, sensual track the four of you drifted into a loose circle on the dance floor. Semi spun you gently into Saebyeok, who caught you with a quiet “Careful,” her hands lingering at your waist, thumbs brushing the bare skin where your top rode up. Noeul stepped in behind Semi, resting her chin lightly on Semi’s shoulder and murmuring something too low to hear. Whatever it was, it made Semi’s eyes flutter half-shut for a second, her usual cockiness cracking into something softer.

Back in the booth later, the conversation turned low and teasing. Semi dared Saebyeok to finish her drink without breaking eye contact with Noeul. Saebyeok did it, stone-faced as ever, but the air grew thicker. Noeul’s fingers traced idle patterns on the table near Semi’s hand. You felt every glance, every accidental and not-so-accidental brush of skin like a live wire.

By the time last call rolled around, your skin felt too tight, every laugh and touch carrying heavier weight now. The spark you’d felt since meeting them had grown into something undeniable, not just between you and each of them, but weaving through all four like invisible threads pulling tighter with every passing hour.

Back in your room, the energy had shifted. Noeul was looser now, alcohol softening her edges. She flopped onto your bed and suggested in low a voice, “Game?”

Semi immediately shouted, “STRIP POKER!”

You patted her shoulder, laughing. “Slow down there, cowboy.”

Saebyeok, sitting cross-legged on the floor, shrugged. “Truth or dare. That’s my limit.”

So you all ended up in a circle on your bedroom floor, empty cups scattered around you like evidence. No one suggested rules at first, until Semi grabbed an empty beer bottle from the side and spun it once in the middle of the circle with a wicked grin.

“Bottle decides who asks.” She announced. “Whoever it lands on gets to pick truth or dare.”

The game officially began.

Saebyeok went first. She spun the bottle with a flick of her wrist. It slowed, wobbled, and landed squarely on Noeul.

Noeul’s expression stayed blank, calm as ever. “Truth.”

Saebyeok didn’t hesitate, voice low and even. “When did you lose your virginity?”

Noeul tilted her head slightly, thinking. Her answer came out steady, almost detached on the surface, but with that quiet tenderness underneath. “Eighteen. With someone I’d known for months and trusted. She talked me through everything.“

The honesty settled heavy in the room. You swallowed, imagining it.

It was Noeul’s turn now. She spun from her spot, and the bottle pointed at Semi.

Semi leaned forward with a cocky grin. “Truth.”

Noeul’s voice remained low and calm. “Biggest kink?”

Semi’s grin widened, eyes sparkling with heat. “Oh I love being in control. Teasing her until she’s begging, then choking her just enough while I tell her what a good girl she is for me.”

The words hung in the air. You felt heat bloom between your legs. Saebyeok’s eyes darkened noticeably.

Semi spun next. The bottle landed on Saebyeok, who picked truth without looking up.

Semi bit her lip, already grinning with half-lidded eyes. “How often do you masturbate?”

Saebyeok went completely still for a second, stunned. Her cheeks flushed faintly. She answered quietly, almost under her breath. “Most nights… sometimes more than once if I can’t sleep.”

Semi’s grin turned sharper, tongue darting out to wet her lips as she stared at Saebyeok with obvious hunger. The tension crackled.

Saebyeok spun again. The bottle slowed and landed on you.

You felt three pairs of eyes on you instantly.

“Dare…” You said, voice steadier than you felt.

There was a brief, heavy silence as the first dare of the night sank in. Saebyeok stared at you, stone-faced and thinking hard. Her dark eyes dragged slowly over your face, then lower. Finally she spoke, completely flat. “Take your top off.”

Your heart slammed against your ribs. You hesitated only a second before pulling your top over your head, leaving you in just your bra. When the cool air hit your skin, you first heard Semi audibly exhale, shaky and rough. Noeul licked her lips once, while Saebyeok kept staring straight into your eyes, intense and unblinking. After a long moment she raised one eyebrow in quiet defeat, lifted her beer, and took a long swig.

Your turn. You spun, and the bottle landed on Noeul.

Noeul hesitated, fingers tightening slightly on her jeans, then said quietly, “Dare.”

You swallowed. “Sit in Semi’s lap for the next three turns.”

Noeul moved without protest, crawling over and settling gracefully across Semi’s thighs. Semi’s arm instinctively came around her waist, but she kept it loose and respectful for now. Noeul’s posture stayed calm, though you noticed the faint pink at the tips of her ears.

Noeul spun from Semi’s lap. The bottle pointed back at Semi.

Semi looked up at Noeul with a cocky, expectant smirk. She didn’t even wait for the question, voice coming in a quiet rasp. “Dare.”

Noeul turned to look back at her, then nervously pulled the collar of her own shirt aside, exposing the smooth skin of her neck and shoulder. Her voice was soft. “Give me a hickey.”

Semi’s eyes darkened. She leaned in sllowly, pressing open mouthed kisses along Noeul’s neck before sucking hard enough to leave a mark. Noeul squirmed in her lap, eyes fluttering shut, a tiny shaky breath escaping her. You had to press your thighs together tightly, watching Semi’s mouth work on Noeul’s skin, the way Noeul’s calm facade cracked just enough to show how much she felt it.

Semi spun next. The bottle landed on you. You picked truth.

Noeul let out a soft “Awww boo” from Semi’s lap, pouting playfully. Semi huffed a small laugh into Noeul’s shoulder, nuzzling there for a second.

Semi asked the question, voice low. “What’s your biggest fantasy?”

The room went quiet. You took a breath and admitted quietly, “I think… I want to have an orgy… someday.”

Noeul giggled, the sound low and seductive, while Saebyeok tilted her head, studying you with dark interest. “Hmm.”

Your turn again. The bottle landed on Saebyeok. She picked truth.

You asked, heart racing at your own boldness, “What’s the best part of my body?”

Saebyeok raised her eyebrows, surprised by the directness in your question. Her gaze dropped slowly to your chest, still covered by your bra. After a beat she answered simply. “Tits.”

Semi piped up from across the circle, her head now resting on Noeul’s shoulder while she sat in Semi’s lap. “Yeah I would’ve said tits too.”

You giggled shyly, cheeks burning.

Saebyeok spun again, and the bottle landed on you once more. You picked dare this time.

Saebyeok’s eyes dropped to your chest again. “Let me touch them.”

You nodded shyly and crawled over to kneel in front of her. Saebyeok’s hands were surprisingly gentle at first, cupping, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh. She lifted your tits carefully over the cups of your bra, thumbs brushing your nipples, and the sensation made you shiver.

Semi cut in with playful jealousy, voice husky. “Okay, come on. Your turn’s over.“

Your turn. Semi picked dare before the bottle even stopped spinning on her. She quirked her eyebrows at you, waiting expectantly.

You squeezed your thighs together, pulse racing, then dared her. “Fake an orgasm for us right now. And you have to make it convincing.”

Semi put on the absolute hottest show. She leaned back, eyes half lidded, letting out breathy moans that grew louder and more desperate. Her hips rolled, hands gripping her own thighs, back arching as she gasped and whimpered your name mixed with the others. It was filthy and perfect. By the end you were wet on the spot, breathing hard.

Afterwards Semi held your gaze for a long few seconds, chest rising and falling, before she reached out and spun the bottle.

It landed on Saebyeok, who finally picked dare.

Semi’s voice was rough. “Take off your top.”

Saebyeok glanced at your bare chest, then at the others. She hesitated, arms crossing instinctively for a moment, before she slowly pulled her tank top off, revealing her black bra. Her shoulders stayed a little tense, but she didn’t cover up.

Saebyeok spun. The bottle landed on Noeul. Noeul picked dare.

Saebyeok stayed stone faced as she jerked her head toward you. “Kiss her for 10 seconds, with tongue.”

Noeul crawled out of Semi’s lap toward you. The kiss was filthy from the start, deep and wet, tongues sliding urgently. You let a helpless little moan slip into her mouth, at which Semi chuckled hoarsely and whispered, “Ooh she likes it…”

When you finally pulled apart, breathing ragged, Saebyeok smirked smugly at Noeul. “That was 12.”

Noeul’s turn. The bottle landed on you. You picked dare.

Noeul’s voice was calm but her eyes had gone dark. “Put your hand down Semi’s pants. Under the panties. But don’t move your fingers.”

Your breath hitched at the new level, but you didn’t say no. You looked at Semi, who now had completely dark eyes, no joking left. Semi nodded once, giving permission. You scooched closer, and Semi sat back on her palms. You slid your hand into her jeans and under her panties, resting your fingers right over her hot, slick folds without moving.

Things were getting dangerous now.

You spun the bottle with a shaky hand. It wobbled across the floor, glinting under the dim lamp light, before slowing to a stop and pointing directly at Saebyeok. She met your gaze steadily, though her thighs pressed together just a fraction tighter. “Truth.”

Your voice came out lower than you expected, thickened by everything happening around you. “Are you wet right now?”

Saebyeok’s eyes flicked down to where your hand disappeared beneath the waistband of Semi’s jeans, fingers resting warm and still against her soaked heat. A slow, deliberate nod followed; no words, just that dark, honest admission and the way her breathing deepened.

The room felt smaller now.

Saebyeok spun next. The bottle turned lazily and landed on Noeul, who was watching everything with those calm, heavy-lidded eyes.

Semi, meanwhile, was trembling. Her hips twitched with tiny, aborted movements, clearly fighting the urge to grind against your motionless fingers. Her breathing had turned ragged, chest rising and falling fast under the lace bralette.

Noeul’s voice was quiet. “Dare.”

Saebyeok studied her for a long second, something intense flickering behind her usual stone faced mask. “You sure?”

Noeul’s ears flushed deeper pink, but she held eye contact without flinching and gave a single, firm nod.

Saebyeok leaned in closer, voice dropping to a rough whisper. “Strip for us.”

Noeul’s breath hitched audibly. For a moment her calm finally cracked, just enough for you to see the nervous thrill underneath. Then she rose gracefully and stood in the center of your little circle. With deliberate, unhurried movements, she began peeling off her clothes.

The black button up slid from her shoulders first, revealing smooth skin and a simple cotton bra underneath. Her jeans came next, pushed down strong thighs until she stepped out of them. She paused there in her underwear, glancing at Saebyeok.

Saebyeok’s eyes were pure lust now, dark and hungry, fixed on every inch of revealed skin. She quirked an eyebrow. “That’s not stripped, Noeul.”

Semi swallowed a low, desperate whimper beside you, her inner walls clenching hard around nothing, twitching against your still fingers.

Noeul exhaled shakily… then reached back and unhooked her bra. It fell away, exposing her breasts, nipples already tight. She hooked her thumbs into her panties and slid them down too, stepping out until she stood completely naked before the three of you. Her body was gorgeous - lean muscle, soft curves, skin glowing faintly in the low light. She didn’t cover herself. Just stood there, letting you all look.

You felt Semi’s pussy throb sharply against your fingers at the sight, another rush of wetness coating your hand.

Noeul stood there for a long, electric moment before lowering herself back into the circle, completely naked, folding her legs beneath her with graceful ease. The movement made her breasts shift gently, and you heard Semi’s breath stutter beside you.

Noeul reached for the bottle with steady fingers and gave it a spin. It twirled across the floor, catching the lamplight, before slowing and landing directly on Semi.

Semi swallowed hard, her throat working visibly. Her usual cocky smirk was nowhere to be found now. Her face was flushed deep red, lips parted, chest heaving under the black lace bralette. Your hand was still tucked down the front of her jeans, fingers resting warm and unmoving against her soaked, throbbing pussy. She shifted her hips once, helplessly, before catching herself.

“Truth.” She rasped, voice already hoarse.

Noeul’s dark eyes flicked over Semi’s trembling form, taking in the way her thighs clenched, the sheen of sweat on her collarbones, the desperate little twitches of her hips. Then her gaze dropped to where your hand disappeared beneath the waistband of Semi’s panties. Her voice stayed low and even, almost gentle, but laced with heat.

“Describe exactly how it feels right now.” Noeul said, tilting her head. “With her fingers resting on your pussy. Don’t leave anything out.”

Semi’s eyes widened. She opened her mouth, trying to keep her usual confidence, but it shattered almost instantly. Her voice cracked on the first word.

“I-fuck… it’s so hot. She’s just… there, right against my clit, and I’m dripping all over her hand.” Semi’s breath hitched sharply as another involuntary twitch of her hips pressed her harder into your still fingers. “It’s throbbing. Like my whole fucking pussy is pulsing around nothing and I-I can’t stop clenching. Every time I move even a little it gets worse. I’m so fucking wet it’s embarrassing, and I just want her to-”

She cut herself off with a shaky whimper, cheeks burning darker. Her usual filthy confidence had dissolved into flustered, broken sentences. She couldn’t even finish the thought, eyes glassy as she stared at Noeul, then at you, then down at your hand again. Her fingers dug into the carpet like she was physically holding herself back from grinding on you.

The room fell dead silent except for the sound of four people breathing too hard.

Semi’s turn came next. She was breathing heavily now from the restraint. She didn’t even spin properly, just kicked the bottle lightly so it would turn toward you. Her voice came out in a desperate whisper, eyes locked on yours with raw need. “Move your fingers… please…”

You held her gaze as you finally obeyed, sliding two fingers slowly through her slick folds. She was soaked, hot, and silky. Your fingers glided easily over her swollen clit before dipping lower. The wet, obscene sounds of your movement filled the small room immediately. Semi’s head fell back with a choked moan, hips jerking forward to chase the friction.

Noeul and Saebyeok watched with dark, hungry eyes. Saebyeok’s jaw was tight, one hand fisted on her thigh. Noeul’s nipples were visibly harder, her naked body tense with arousal as she leaned forward slightly, lips parted.

You curled your fingers deeper, stroking her slowly, deliberately, letting the slick sounds and Semi’s broken whimpers wrap around all four of you like smoke.

Saebyeok cursed under her breath, a low, rough “Fuck…” slipping out as she watched Semi’s hips twitch helplessly against your fingers. Her eyes were glued to the obscene sight of your hand moving inside Semi’s jeans, the wet sounds growing louder with every slow stroke.

Noeul’s calm finally fully cracked into something sharper. A feral grin spread across her face, eyes gleaming with dark delight as she leaned forward, completely naked and unashamed.

“Jesus, Semi.” She whispered, low and teasing. “You’re… desperate.”

Semi whimpered pathetically at the words, her head falling forward.

“I can’t help it…” She gasped, voice cracking. “It feels so good-fuck, her fingers are so warm and she keeps-ah-rubbing right there…”

She glanced up at your face, searching for mercy or control, only to find you smirking down at her with open satisfaction. The cocky, confident Semi completely crumbled. She let out a mortified little whimper and quickly looked away, cheeks burning an even deeper shade of red, embarrassed by how visibly needy she was in front of all three of you.

You couldn’t help but giggle softly, the sound light and affectionate. “Look at you… so shy but so needy. It’s adorable.”

Semi made a broken noise of protest, but it melted into another whimper when you finally pulled your hand out of her pants. The loss made her whine in disappointment, hips chasing your fingers for a second before she caught herself.

But you weren’t done.

You hooked your fingers into the waistband of her jeans and tugged teasingly. Glancing over at Saebyeok, you called her over, voice sweet but commanding. “Help me with these, Sae.”

Saebyeok didn’t hesitate. She crawled across the circle on her hands and knees. Together you worked Semi’s jeans down her hips. Semi lifted her ass obediently, blushing furiously the entire time as the fabric peeled away, revealing her soaked black thong clinging to her pussy.

Noeul watched the whole thing with that same feral little smirk, eyes dragging slowly over Semi’s exposed skin. Semi kept glancing at her across the circle, mortified but undeniably turned on, thighs pressing together once her jeans were finally pulled off and tossed aside.

She sat there in nothing but her lace bralette and drenched panties, breathing hard, face flushed crimson, caught between embarrassment and overwhelming arousal as all three of you stared at her with open hunger.

Noeul’s eyes stayed locked on Semi’s drenched panties for a long, heated moment, the fabric visibly soaked through, clinging to her folds. Then she slowly started crawling forward on all fours, graceful and predatory, her naked body moving with deliberate sensuality.

She stopped right in front of Semi and looked up at you with those siren eyes, dark and impossible to resist.

“Mind if I take over… please?” She whispered, voice low and velvet soft, but dripping with want.

You felt Saebyeok’s eyes burning into the side of your face, waiting for your reaction. But you didn’t look at her. Your eyes stayed on Noeul as you gave a small, breathless nod.

You shifted behind Semi, settling against the edge of the bed and pulling her back against your chest. Semi melted into you immediately, her head falling back against your shoulder with a shaky exhale. You wrapped your arms around her, gently stroking her arms, feeling the rapid rise and fall of her breathing.

Noeul’s gaze dropped back down to Semi’s pussy like she was starving. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips. Then, almost instinctively, her eyes flicked up to Saebyeok.

The two of them stared at each other for a second, something heavy and wordless passing between them. Saebyeok’s expression was dark and unreadable. Noeul’s lips curved into the faintest smirk.

Then Noeul turned smoothly, positioning herself so her back was to Saebyeok. She arched her spine as she leaned down, presenting a perfect, obscene view of her own glistening pussy and ass to Saebyeok while lowering her face between Semi’s spread thighs.

Semi moaned loudly the second Noeul pressed a slow, open mouthed kiss right over her soaked panties, right against her aching clit. At the exact same moment, Saebyeok’s breath hitched sharply, a quiet, stunned sound escaping her as she stared at the view Noeul was deliberately giving her.

You watched the entire scene transfixed, heart hammering. Your hands kept stroking Semi’s arms soothingly, holding her steady as she trembled and whimpered against your chest. Noeul’s tongue pressed harder over the wet fabric, teasing, tasting, while her back stayed perfectly arched for Saebyeok’s hungry eyes.

Noeul pulled back just long enough to catch her breath, lips shiny and swollen. Without a word, she hooked two fingers into the soaked crotch of Semi’s thong and gently pulled it aside, exposing her glistening pussy completely.

Then she dove back in.

The second Noeul’s tongue made direct contact, hot and wet and grinding firmly against Semi’s swollen clit, Semi whined loudly, the sound breaking into a desperate cry as her hips jerked up helplessly into Noeul’s mouth.

You tightened your arms around her, lips brushing right against her ear. “Fuck, Semi… you look so hot right now. It’s insane…”

Noeul moaned deeply into Semi’s pussy at your words, the vibration pulling another broken sound from Semi’s throat. You cursed under your breath, the heat between your own legs becoming unbearable. You shifted uncomfortably behind her, grinding slowly against the curve of Semi’s ass, seeking any kind of friction.

Saebyeok stayed completely still on the side, transfixed. Her chest rose and fell heavily, dark eyes locked on the filthy sight of Noeul’s tongue working Semi’s clit in slow, relentless strokes.

“Sae…” you called softly. You reached out gently, brushing your fingers along her arm. Her gaze dragged slowly from the scene in front of her to your face. You smiled, raising an eyebrow, and jerked your head lightly. “Come here.”

Saebyeok swallowed hard, visibly nervous, but she shifted closer on her knees until she was right beside you. You slid one hand behind her neck, fingers threading gently into her dark hair, and pulled her in.

You waited for half a second, breathing warmly against her lips, giving her that final moment. Then Saebyeok closed the gap.

The kiss started deep, her mouth hot and insistent. Semi let out a high pitched moan as she watched the two of you, mouth hanging open, eyes glassy with lust. She ground harder against Noeul’s tongue, chasing the pleasure while her hand shot out to squeeze Saebyeok’s thigh needily, fingers digging in.

The reaction was immediate - Saebyeok growled low into your mouth, the sound vibrating through the kiss. Her hand came up to grip the back of your neck, pulling you even closer as she licked into your mouth, sucking on your bottom lip, turning the kiss messy and wet and filthy.

Semi’s hips started stuttering wildly against Noeul’s mouth, her whole body tensing in your arms.

“Ahhh-you guys… Fuck, fuck, fuck-” She cried out, voice cracking and rising in pitch. “I’m gonna cum-you guys, I’m gonna-!”

Her face twisted beautifully, brows furrowed, mouth open in a desperate, broken expression as pleasure overwhelmed her. The usually cocky, confident Semi was completely falling apart.

Saebyeok broke away from your kiss with a wet sound, breathing hard. Without hesitation, she leaned down and latched onto the side of Semi’s neck, sucking a filthy, dark hickey into her skin with wet noises.

You kept your mouth right against Semi’s ear, voice low and soothing even as heat burned through you.

“That’s it, Semi… you look so fucking sexy right now.” You murmured, stroking her sides. “All spread out and moaning like that, grinding on Noeul’s tongue. God, you sound so pretty when you’re about to cum. Let it go, Semi. Come on, cum, baby.”

Semi let out a strangled sob, her hand flying up to grip your arm tightly as her thighs started shaking uncontrollably. Noeul didn’t let up for a second, tongue grinding firm circles on her clit while she kept Semi’s thong pulled aside.

“Jesus, you’re so hot like this… falling apart between the three of us.” You kept whispering, lips brushing her ear. “But we wanna hear you. Cum, Semi. Now.”

With a sharp, broken cry, Semi came hard.

Her entire body seized up, back arching violently against your chest as her orgasm crashed through her. Her pussy throbbed visibly against Noeul’s tongue, a fresh gush of wetness coating Noeul’s chin. Semi’s moans turned into high, helpless whimpers, her face contorted in pure ecstasy while Saebyeok continued sucking that possessive mark into her neck.

You held her through every wave, murmuring soft praise against her skin as she trembled and shook in your arms, until Noeul finally pulled back slowly with a satisfied little smirk on her face.

Semi slumped heavily against your chest, still panting and twitching with aftershocks. The four of you stayed tangled together for a long minute, nothing but heavy breathing and the faint wet sounds of Noeul lazily kissing Semi’s inner thigh filling the room.

Noeul finally pulled back, sitting on her heels. Her lips and chin were shiny with Semi’s cum. She looked completely wrecked - cheeks flushed, eyes dark and glassy.

In a rare moment of raw honesty, she whispered breathlessly. “Holy shit… I’ve never been so fucking horny in my life.”

Saebyeok’s gaze dropped immediately between Noeul’s spread thighs, zeroing in on her dripping pussy. Noeul was soaked, arousal visibly trailing down her inner thighs.

Saebyeok stared for a long second before speaking, voice low and rough. “Truth or dare.”

Noeul looked over her shoulder, locking eyes with Saebyeok in an intense, charged stare. The air between them felt electric. Without hesitation, she answered. “Dare.”

Saebyeok’s eyes slowly dragged up from Noeul’s dripping pussy and the perfect curve of her ass to meet her face. For a moment, something almost nervous flickered across Saebyeok’s expression, but it melted into dark hunger. She sat back against the side of the bed, thighs slightly spread, and patted her own thigh firmly.

“Get yourself off right here.”

Noeul’s breath hitched. She held Saebyeok’s gaze for another beat, then crawled forward without a word. She climbed into Saebyeok’s lap, straddling one of her thighs, her soaked pussy pressing directly against the fabric of Saebyeok’s jeans.

You and Semi watched, still tangled together, as Noeul braced her hands on Saebyeok’s shoulders and started rolling her hips. A soft, shaky moan escaped her as she ground her slick folds along Saebyeok’s thigh, leaving a shiny trail of wetness behind with every slow movement.

Saebyeok’s hands settled lightly on Noeul’s waist, not guiding, just holding her steady as she watched her with that intense, unwavering stare.

Saebyeok’s hand slowly slid up Noeul’s bare torso, fingers trailing lightly over her skin until she reached her breasts. With lazy confidence, she started teasing one of Noeul’s nipples - rolling it between her fingers, pinching gently, then soothing it with her thumb. The contrast was intoxicating; Saebyeok looked completely relaxed, leaning back with that quiet intensity, yet totally in control as Noeul rode her thigh.

Noeul’s hips moved in slow, deliberate rolls, her slick pussy gliding along Saebyeok’s pants with wet, obscene sounds. Soft moans spilled from her lips every time Saebyeok pinched her nipple a little harder.

You couldn’t look away. Your breathing grew heavier, chest rising and falling as you watched them. Without realizing it, you started subconsciously grinding against Semi’s ass again, your hips rocking slowly, seeking friction as heat pulsed between your legs.

Your fingers flexed and tightened against Semi’s waist, gripping her a little harder. Semi noticed immediately.

She turned her head, looking up at you with a light, breathless chuckle, her usual cocky self starting to peek through again despite how wrecked she still looked.

“Awww, jealous baby?” She teased with a mocking pout, voice husky and playful.

Your face heated instantly. You felt the flush creep up your neck and across your cheeks as you glanced back and forth between them: Semi’s amused, knowing grin… then over to Saebyeok lazily playing with Noeul’s nipples while Noeul ground desperately on her thigh, moaning softly.

You didn’t know where to look. The sight of all three of them like this, combined with your own aching need, made your mind spin.

Semi giggled again, softer this time, and pressed back against you teasingly, wiggling her ass right against your grinding hips.

Saebyeok’s eyes flicked over to you, watching intently as you squirmed behind Semi. Her hand never stopped its lazy teasing of Noeul’s nipples, pinching, rolling and tugging just enough to make Noeul whimper and grind harder.

A small, teasing smirk tugged at the corner of Saebyeok’s mouth. She slowly spread her legs a little wider, opening up space on her other thigh. Then she patted it once, deliberate and inviting.

Your breath hitched sharply. You bit your lip, a flash of conflict crossing your face as desire warred with the overwhelming intensity of the moment.

Saebyeok leaned back slightly, voice dropping into that low, rough timbre that always made your stomach flip.

“I know you want it…”

The words hung heavy in the air. Noeul glanced over her shoulder at you too, still slowly rolling her hips, her expression hazy with pleasure. Semi, still pressed against your chest, let out a soft, amused hum and nipped lightly at your jaw, clearly enjoying your flustered reaction.

You could feel your pulse thundering as you stared at the empty space on Saebyeok’s other thigh, waiting for you.

You exhaled shakily, heart hammering in your chest. After one last gentle squeeze to Semi’s waist, you carefully moved out from behind her and crawled toward Saebyeok. Semi chuckled lowly, clearly amused, and brought two fingers to her mouth, biting them as she grinned.

“This is gonna be fun to watch…” She murmured, voice still raspy from her orgasm.

You knelt in front of Saebyeok, about to swing one leg over and straddle her thigh, when she suddenly lifted her hand and gave your thigh a light, sharp slap.

“Ah ah.” She said, voice low and teasing.

You froze, blinking in confusion.

Saebyeok’s smirk deepened. Her fingers hooked into the hem of your short black skirt and tugged pointedly, then moved to the waistband of your panties.

“These have to go first.”

Your face burned with embarrassment, but the heat between your legs only grew. You stood up on shaky knees and quickly stripped them off, skirt and panties sliding down your legs together until you stepped out of them, leaving you bare from the waist down.

Saebyeok’s dark eyes dragged slowly over your exposed body with obvious hunger. Then she patted her thigh again. “Come here.”

You obeyed, straddling her thigh. The rough denim felt startling against your slick, sensitive folds. The moment you settled your weight on her, Saebyeok’s hands found your hips and guided you into a slow roll.

“That’s it…” She murmured, voice quiet but commanding.

You started riding her thigh, grinding your pussy along the thick fabric. The friction was deliciously rough, and you couldn’t hold back a soft moan. Saebyeok kept one hand on your hip, controlling your pace, while her other hand returned to Noeul’s chest, still lazily teasing her nipples.

Noeul was still grinding on Saebyeok’s other thigh, the two of you now moving in a messy, uncoordinated rhythm on either side of her.

Semi watched the entire thing with pure entertainment sparkling in her eyes, biting her lip and occasionally letting out a soft, delighted laugh when your face twisted in pleasure or when you let out a particularly needy sound.

Saebyeok’s hand eventually dropped from Noeul’s chest. She leaned back fully, looking every bit like a king on a throne as she watched the two of you desperately humping her thighs. Her eyes were pitch black, expression calm but burning with lust.

Noeul and you were both grinding shamelessly now, leaving wet streaks on the dark denim of her jeans.

Saebyeok’s voice came out low and commanding. “Kiss each other. Messy. I want to see it.”

You and Noeul turned toward one another without hesitation. The kiss was immediately filthy, tongues sliding deep, wet and desperate. You moaned into her mouth as you kept rolling your hips, grinding harder against Saebyeok’s thigh. Noeul whimpered, sucking on your tongue while her own hips stuttered against Sae’s other leg. Saebyeok watched the whole thing with hooded eyes, a faint satisfied smirk playing on her lips.

“Good girls.” She murmured. “Now… take turns sucking each other’s tits while you ride.”

Noeul went first.

She leaned in and wrapped her lips around your nipple, sucking hard while her tongue flicked over the sensitive bud. You gasped, arching into her mouth as you continued grinding frantically on Saebyeok’s thigh. After a few moments you switched, leaning down to latch onto one of Noeul’s breasts, sucking and licking while she moaned loudly and rolled her hips faster.

The whole time, Saebyeok just watched, relaxed and in complete control, occasionally giving your thigh or Noeul’s a guiding squeeze.

Semi, still sitting nearby, was breathing hard as she took in the scene. The sight of you and Noeul riding Saebyeok’s thighs while sucking on each other’s tits was too much for her. She bit her lip, then slid her hand between her own legs, rubbing slow circles over her clit as she watched with heavy lidded eyes.

“Fuck… that’s so fucking hot…” Semi breathed, voice thick with renewed arousal.

Saebyeok raised an eyebrow as she noticed Semi rubbing her clit, then let out a low, almost cruel laugh.

“Look at that…” She said, voice dripping with mocking amusement. “Semi’s being a perv again, guys. Can’t even keep her hands off herself while she watches.”

Her hands returned to you and Noeul, settling firmly on the small of each of your backs. With steady pressure, she guided your hips, forcing you and Noeul into the same rolling rhythm, grinding in sync on her thighs.

“She’s jacking off to you two right now.” Saebyeok whispered, leaning in close so her breath ghosted against your ear and Noeul’s. “So you better give her a good show.”

You and Noeul both glanced over your shoulders at Semi. The sight of her flushed and desperate, legs spread, fingers frantically rubbing her clit while she stared at you made you both moan loudly. The filthy image only made you grind harder against Saebyeok’s thigh.

Saebyeok kept guiding you with those firm hands, controlling the pace as she continued in that low, velvety voice.

“How hot would it be if you all came together for me?” She smirked, eyes flicking between the three of you. “You’d be such good girls if you could do that.”

Noeul immediately whimpered, voice breaking with need. “I can do it, Sae… I can be good. Please-”

Saebyeok turned her gaze to you, tilting her head with a questioning look, one eyebrow raised. You were breathing shakily, thighs trembling from the relentless friction against the rough denim. After a moment, you nodded.

Saebyeok’s eyes finally landed on Semi, who was still desperately fingering herself, two fingers buried inside her soaked pussy.

“Semi…” She said calmly, almost sweetly. “You gonna behave and hold it until I tell you?”

Semi let out a high, needy whine, her fingers slowing reluctantly even as her hips twitched. Her face was flushed deep red, but she gave a frantic little nod, biting her lip hard.

“Good girl.” Saebyeok murmured, satisfaction clear in her tone as she tightened her grip on your waists, keeping you and Noeul grinding in perfect sync.

Saebyeok kept you and Noeul grinding in that steady, relentless rhythm, her hands firm on your backs. She watched with dark, hungry eyes as all three of you slowly began to fall apart for her.

Saebyeok’s voice stayed low and calm as she began the countdown.

“Ten… Nine…”

Your thighs were shaking. You had your eyes squeezed shut, trying desperately to control your breathing, focusing on long, shaky inhales while you fought the rising wave. Noeul was the opposite, riding Saebyeok’s thigh like her life depended on it, head thrown back, mouth open as she gasped and moaned shamelessly, breasts bouncing with every desperate roll of her hips.

Semi, however, looked like she was suffering the most. Her fingers were buried deep inside herself, but she was barely moving them now, trying so hard to obey. Her face was twisted, eyes glassy with unshed tears as she whimpered pathetically with every slow number.

“Eight…”

Semi’s breath hitched, a tear slipping down her cheek as she fought not to tip over the edge. Saebyeok dragged it out cruelly, savoring every second, her voice steady even as her own arousal darkened her eyes.

“Seven… Six… Five…”

By the time she reached “Three,” all of you were trembling violently. Noeul was nearly screaming with every grind. You were biting your lip so hard it hurt. Semi looked like she was about to cry, whimpering Saebyeok’s name over and over like a prayer.

“Two…”

Saebyeok paused for a long, torturous second.

“One.”

All three of you came at the exact same time.

The room erupted with the sounds - your choked moan, Noeul’s sharp cry, and Semi’s broken sob blending together into something filthy and beautiful. Your orgasm slammed into you like a freight train, pussy clenching hard around nothing as you gushed all over Saebyeok’s jeans. Noeul shook violently, thighs clamping down as she soaked the other leg. Semi’s whole body convulsed, fingers buried deep as she came with a wrecked, high pitched wail.

The sight and sound of the others coming alongside you made everything more intense. Every pulse, every moan, every desperate twitch fed into the next, turning the orgasms into something almost overwhelming. It was easily the single hottest thing any of you had ever witnessed.

Through it all, Saebyeok watched with pure awe and raw power in her eyes. She looked like the luckiest person alive, completely untouchable and completely in control, as the three of you fell apart so beautifully for her.

The room fell into a heavy, breathless silence as all three of you came down.

Your thighs were still trembling, chest heaving as you slumped forward against Saebyeok. Noeul was slumped on her other thigh, forehead pressed to Saebyeok’s shoulder. Semi was sprawled on the floor, legs splayed, fingers still lazily resting between her thighs.

Reality slowly started sinking in.

Holy shit. We actually just did that.

You lifted your head slowly, eyes meeting Saebyeok’s. For a second, uncertainty flickered across your face - the weight of everything that had just happened, the shift in your friendship, the tangle of feelings between all four of you.

Saebyeok noticed immediately, and her usual intensity seemed to soften. She reached up and gently brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, her thumb lingering on your cheek for a moment. The touch was surprisingly tender.

Noeul exhaled shakily and climbed off Saebyeok’s thigh. She crawled over to Semi on the floor, voice low and gentle. “You okay?”

Semi let out a soft, tired giggle and reached up, pulling Noeul down on top of her. They tangled together easily, limbs wrapping around each other as they murmured quiet little things - soft laughs, gentle check ins, sweet nothings.

When Semi glanced over at Saebyeok from her spot on the floor with a shy, almost bashful smile, Saebyeok returned it with a rare smile of her own.

You watched the three of them then, the easy affection between Semi and Noeul, the quiet understanding in Saebyeok’s eyes, the way all of you were still connected even in the come down. Your heart felt too full and too chaotic at the same time.

This was complicated. Messy. Maybe even a little terrifying.

But as you looked at each of them, warm and glowing and… yours, in this new, uncharted way… it also felt incredibly exciting.

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Recklessness.

Your greatest enemy that you couldn’t pull back from the grip it had on those you loved.

Sure, you could certainly avoid your own judgement clouded by the clutches of rash decision that swirled into your skull like an intoxicating smoke. Drawing you in closer as your eyelids fluttered shut from its daze inflicted upon you, and traced you further into decisions you wish you’d never made. It wasn’t quick and rapid like the thoughtless actions it compelled you to make, no.

On the contrary, it was slow and practiced as it snaked its way to overtake your mind and curl its fingers around your wrist tightly, maneuvering it closer to the absence of your brain in what you had done. Perhaps it compelled you to think with every other cell in your body in an urge that your gut was right, or maybe those initial bursts of emotion were needed, rather than the composed exterior that many are told to maintain. Front firm and unfeeling as your humanity would be kept away in a deep crevice that marked your heart.

You tried to keep away from it. Astutely hovering still until you got a full picture of the sight laid out before you, whether it was traced in sand or blood. You always tried to avoid rashly reacting in a harsh lunge headfirst, refusing to allow your emotions to shackle you in a clank forward as you tried to break free from the impulse that chained you down. But if anything, your suppression is what truly kept you chained away, pushing down what begged to seep out.

Though, you were human after all. And constant composure was a far fetched dream, if not a robotic determination that would rip away the flesh of your heart, hammering it into hard metal of an unfeeling creature. Or even a human drained dry of all she had, akin to a lifeless corpse with hollows for eyes that stared off aimlessly into whatever direction its head pointed in. Which may have explained the blood curdling scream that caught in your throat at the sight of No-eul half put together, stumbling back in in a trail of crimson drops that fell from her side.

The large gash bleeding through the hot pink of her jumpsuit in sickening stains of red darkening the uniform, was accompanied by her labored breaths shallowing out in a low, crowded hum through the holes of her mask. You’d spend some time waiting in her assigned room instead of your own quite frequently, earning complaint after complaint from the manager to go back to your own room to cooperate in accordance with the game rules. His nagging voice meant nothing to you under the soft, earnest embrace of your wife lazily curling an arm over the cool skin of your hip, nose buried into your collarbone from behind in slow, eased breaths fanning against your nape.

Joining the games as a guard with her was probably not the best choice for you, and you knew that. You were well aware that death could have awaited at your door in its looming shadow, despite the lower risk that persisted rather than the inherent permanence of your life coming to an end as a player instead. You weren’t necessarily cut out for gunning down others, especially when they pleaded with such a pitiful expression scrunched up in tears, hands clasped together with their bottom lip trembling as if it would save them.

No-eul on the other hand? Well, her unfeeling front as her finger snapped down on the trigger never failed to frighten you every time you glanced over at her from the corner of your eye. Watching her squint into the magnified scope of her sniper, before hearing a loud bang followed by the wet thud of a body falling to the flood in a puddle of their own blood. It in fact made you uneasy. Seeing the same woman who hemmed you tight in the protective grasp of her arms, kissing your forehead before she fell asleep against you—take the life of those you deemed innocent without as much as flinching.

Maybe you just weren’t cut out for this job. But you couldn’t say much, considering her esteemed status back in the North Korean military before she defected.

No-eul’s inaudible groans muffled against the fabric of her glove, slammed over her parted lips in the cold air conditioning ventilated in the enclosure of her miniscule room. Back flat against the hardened cushioning of her bed as your hands worked against the open wound lodged in her side, alongside a few other cuts that were freshly scarred in deep, red lacerations across her skin. Decorating her chest and reaching even as far as her thighs.

The rigid, coarse cloths and cotton the composed her guard uniform were discarded to the side in a pile of hot pink and black, leaving her in nothing but her undergarments in searing pain. Her breath catching in her throat and unable to swallow back at even the slightest touch of cotton pressed to the dug in gashes outlined over her ribs. Your worry had to be put aside for the sake of treating your lover from such hazardous wounds that could potentially kill her if left to bleed out for far too long.

How she had ended up trashed in cuts and the occasional stab gnawed away at you in perpetual curiosity, prodding at the back of your head with each dab of alcohol over her soiled wounds, peeking past the openings of her paled skin over the designated areas in bright red. You wanted to scream at her, spit out your disdain for her careless behavior, paired with your perturbation at the prospect of losing her.

The fear that all those nights of you trailing behind her to the metal door nailed in a thick sheet before you, with the steel ‘011’ hammered head level onto it would be a distant memory. The times when you’d lay in her grasp and reach up to touch her face in her sleep to make sure she was there, to which No-eul would respond by stirring in her groggy state with a quiet grumble as she held you close back to her. You didn’t want it to all be something you’d never see again, and you dreaded the idea of seeing No-eul wrapped in the same black casket decorated in pink ribbon.

Cruelty lingered in the maze of the games, embroidered from the walls down to the floor you walked on. Trapped in the delirium of watching those who fell to their side in sodden rips of flesh, one by one until it crept up to haunt you. Now targeting your wife as a prime target that the game drooled at, closing in from every angle as you tried to remedy the physical and mental scars the atmosphere blanketed onto you two in a sickening shroud. No-eul swallowed audibly as you finished bandaging her up, tucking the tourniquet into the wounds delving so far into her skin, you believed that only a sadist could take their time inflicting something so practiced and deliberate.

Drawing in a breath, you curled your lip in disapproval to the situation she had entangled herself in, that same annoyance further bubbling to the surface when you saw her face devoid of any emotion that longed to apologize or fear her fate. Just pure apathy in contrast to the burning sensation still stinging at her wounds. Becoming incredulously blase to the horrific state she had been left in within her own room.

“What the hell were you thinking?”

No-eul’s eyes flitted up to meet yours, heavy lidded and piercing. Gaze so sharp it could burn through obsidian, and instill fear in anyone foolish enough to provoke her.

“I wasn’t thinking anything. I was just doing my job.” she replied, shutting her lips right after as if this was no big deal for her.

Your teeth grit together at her response, lacking the chalant approach she would’ve had to literally almost being gutted on the floor by the time you came back, crawling over on her stomach to reach some sort of treatment which she likely wouldn’t have gotten, hadn’t you been around.

“Who?” you inquired sharply, voice racked with a faint quiver as you struggled to meet her gaze. The words were void of any care or tender regard you typically harbored, only spoken for the sole purpose of recounting the events that had led to this point.

“(Name). You don’t have to—“

Hastily, your hands landed on the bony surface of her thinned shoulders, bare with nothing but her bra strap coiled over her skin to clasp back behind her. Your fingers dug deep into the descending callouses of her skin burying your fingers to sink into her, earning her to lean back and away from your harsh motions. However, you of all people should’ve known your wife wouldn’t take kindly to your impromptu aggressions straying from your usual concern toward her, especially if it was something as small as grabbing her shoulder.

“Just fucking tell me—!”

Normally, you wouldn’t have even yelled at her as you did, much less grabbed her to demand answers. And surely, your brain had been turned to mush from what you had done on impulse, even if it wasn’t inherently harmful in any way. As it would do for any human, your reckless behavior had done nothing but cloud the need for closure pooling in you on instinct, sweetened by your adoration, yet tainted by your anger.

“Please. You know I hate seeing you hurt.”

“That doesn’t mean I’m obligated to tell you anything.”

“Obligated—? I’m your wife! Do you hide anything else from me?”

“I don’t.”

“Then god, why are you so insufferable when it comes to things like this?! It’s as if I’m the only person who cares about you and you just want to see me hurt when you’re not around!”

Your grip instinctively yanked forward her. And it may have been her last straw.

“Take your hand off of me. Now.”

Shit.

You cautiously withdrew your hand from her shoulder, throat dry as you tried to scramble for the words to explain yourself. Opening your mouth, you only let out a hoarse whimper equivalent to that of a wounded animal, completely unable to apologize for the bullshit you just pulled with your own wife.

“Wait— No-eul, I didn’t mean to..I’m sorry.”

“Does that warrant you being impatient as you just were?”

You shook your head in resignation, almost embarrassed by how quickly you groveled before her. Slowly backing up the closer she inched to you until your back collided with the cold concrete adorning the ivory colored walls. Scraped over in chipped paint that scratched along the fabric of your uniform still on you. No-eul’s hands rested on either side of your waist, planted firmly as she craned over to meet you in a proximity that cut off any possible space held between you two, warm breath fanning over the cold sweat of your jaw.

“I’m sorry.” you muttered out quietly once more, perking up to raise your chin as you stared up at No-eul caging you under her frame against the wall.

“You should be.” her whisper dripping with venom had been the last thing on your mind as your jaw gaped at the way she carefully undid your uniform, relishing in the heavy breaths hitching up against the back of your throat. Fingers working their way against the deep pink to unzip and peel off every little zipper and crevice of the jumpsuit that held it together. All before discarding it to the side with her own bloody uniform tossed aside.

And you just let her. Drinking in the sight of her trapping you under the guise of her hypnotic eyes, void of forgiveness with each dizzying ministration you were subjected to as her lips met your skin. Not like you minded anyway, you should atleast have to make it up for prying even a little. Suddenly, No-eul had breathed out a response against your throat, an incoherent mumble vibrating along your jugular as you bit back a pitiful whine from the sensation.

“Number 005, and 007.”

Oh. Those two. The others who had sought the taste of extracting the innards of players, leaving them alive to wallow in misery and pain, alongside leaving their body warm for the sake of fresh organs. You recalled that No-eul had in fact attempted to put them out of their misery by burying bullets into their vital organs, killing off the players quicker than the other guards had wanted. Evidently so, they despised her for it, spewing threats left and right with a pinch of incessant mockery to steer her away.

But you never thought it would get this far.

Even to the point where No-eul’s breath hitched in pain as her kisses trailed down your body, aching at the slightest movement that seemingly contorted her torso, even if it was a light hunch over to where her stomach rolled in from the dome curved over her back.

“No-eul. Your injuries…you really shouldn’t—“

“I’m fine.”

It was undeniable that you in fact were in love with her, but that didn’t diminish the chokehold she had on you. Not in a means of control or power held over you, but rather a reminder that she loved you and vice versa. A reminder that every drop of her blood, every fiber in her body screamed your name. A cathartic caress that eased you into a touch, all while worshipping you. But also aligned with both of your natures, a depiction of both the best and worst sides of you coming out, raw and unfiltered.

Despite all the gasps that slipped past your parted lips, audibly pleading for her to resume, you could sense the pause of her lips stuck momentarily on the supple flesh of your breast. You blinked open an eye, noticing her gaze fixed elsewhere to the side, lingering on the bedside table in its simplistic glory, harboring a certain hand sized object. Sleek and black.

You didn’t even have time to react as her hand darted over to curl her fingers around the handle of the revolver, your pupils blown wide at the freezing steel caressing your forehead. Fear piled within you at her pointer finger grazing the rim circled in a protective ring over the trigger, tracing up and down the metal as she drove it into your head. Pressing against you as No-eul carefully parted your hair to give the revolver room to kiss your forehead as she tucked the strands falling over the front behind your ears.

“Listen.”

With a gulp, you did. Shrinking back as you slumped against the freezing concrete of the wall touching your bare skin. All while No-eul’s hand rested on the innermost part of your thighs, leisurely prying them open to inspect your panties clinging to your cunt shamefully in a damp clutch. She scoffed, keeping the gun held to your forehead firmly, unmoving. You swore you saw her hand brush over the trigger for a split second, levering down momentarily before returning back to the outside.

Coaxing you to lay flat against the bed, you hesitantly complied, struck in fear from your own wife’s presence hovering above you as she was utterly transfixed on you. Starved to the point where she could devour you whole as she delighted in your compliance. You lowered yourself while she lowered the gun in accordance with your forehead, her thighs mounting either side of your waist as her chest was flushed in a rose hue while she pinned you down.

However, No-eul wasn’t stupid. Not even close. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise when she felt the tremble of your frame writhing beneath her touch, muscles taut and jaw clenched as you squeezed your eyes shut, likely tensed from the metallic caress brushing over your forehead in a frigid touch. Your breaths expelled from your lungs quickly in short, rapid exhales of air, involuntarily sighing out small whines at every little touch she traced down your exposed body arched against her.

Suddenly, the familar feel of her soft lips grazed against the shell of your ear, murmuring gentle whispers that your shoulders loosened at. Gradually melting into her touch at the tenderness you recognized as your own wife, seeping out from the exterior of a guard meant to kill for the games.

“I won’t if you don’t want to.” No-eul assured you, tracing up your shoulder with her freehand as her fingertips skipped along the goosebumps bright along your skin.

To which you managed a nod through your choked back voice.

“Just be careful with your injuries…”

—

You had been under her countless times, sprawled out and bare as you pleaded and awaited her touch mirroring that of a goddess, a need you chased in your life while her name breathlessly fell from your lips. Every time, it never tired you. Slumber far out of reach whenever her fingers worked over your clit, or her sloppy kisses smudged over your stomach. After all, how could you bring yourself to sleep in those moments within such a gentle embrace masked behind the curtains of your intimacy?

Head tipped back, you couldn’t control the crescendo of moans that muffled against the cloth of No-eul’s ski mask pressed against the flat of your tongue, any words you could possibly speak dying against the pitch black cloth as your back curved up in an arch. The remaining sanity you had clung onto had dissipated into nothingness at the blanking fervor your body jolted upward with at the tingling heat of her middle and ring finger sinking into your core, parting your walls along the ridges of her calloused digits.

The revolver was still kept pressed to your forehead, a worthy motive for you to comply with her harsh movements equating to a punishment that warranted your noises squeaking out pathetically past the dark cloth cutting off your speech. Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t. Not from the way that No-eul resumed to burrow her fingers knuckles deep, pressing into you sensually and parting subtly to push apart the hot, spongy embrace her fingers were trapped in. Hips jutting up whenever No-eul’s fingers curled agatinst those particular spots you longed for her to hit.

Obscene whimpers continued to spill out of you endlessly, alongside your hips bucking up to meet her fingers enveloped in the warm caress of your cunt sucking her in, head thrown back to expose the delectable flesh of your throat available for her to sink her teeth into whenever you pleaded for her through the mask. Even when you were gagged and unable to speak, No-eul knew you far too well as her beloved. Down to the smallest detail being evident and clicking in her brain to brighten the fluorescent light of a bulb switching on, simply by fixating on the sight of your reddened, bite-littered thighs twitching. Parting further to welcome her touch into you like you had craved.

Or even your glassy eyes meeting hers, hypnotized by the way she greedily sunk her teeth into your collarbone or shoulder as she savored the supple skin dragged between her incisors. Leaving her mark on you in such an intense flame of lust building within her and latching onto her like she sought you as her carnal desire. Her beloved, the woman she’d die for until the end of time. The woman that was her sanctuary she laid in, as well as the one she’d give a piece of her soul to while vowing to nurture the piece you entrusted her with. Yet also her amourous need when you both had desired it.

Your voice grew increasingly hoarse from the unforgiving pace her fingers worked at within you, the tips of her unevenly cut nails dragging along that spot inside you as her teeth continued to burrow into your skin. Ranging all the way from your neck down to your thighs, wherever No-eul could gain access to biting you while keeping you spread open for her as her fingers pumped in and out of you at a quickening pace. Movements growing far more rugged and vicious each time your cunt contracted around her, squeezing her tight and slowing her pace quite a bit.

The intensity of your orgasm washed over you not too long after, snapping in your lower belly as you arched up atop her fingers. No-eul drew in sharp breaths at the feel of you spilling against her, thumb idly resting on your clit and her eyes heavy. You couldn’t describe the sudden warmth that consumed you from within at the dizzying overtaking you, accompanied by No-eul burying her face into the crook of your neck as she withdrew her fingers from you. Coated and held together by thin strings adorning the glistening digits she held up with a brief smile, almost like she was proud and showing off how hard she made you cum just now.

Though your bliss was short lived at her gaze kicking back onto yours, lips thinned out in a straight line as her finger rested on the trigger. Fuck, that was right. The gun had never left your forehead. Your breath hitched at the sight of her index finger slowly curling down, hiking the trigger further and further back until—

click.

You slowly fluttered your eyes back open, perplexed with so many questions floating at the back of your head. Instinctively letting her crumpled ski mask fall out of your mouth. How come your lover supposedly betray you? Or why were you still here?

Oh. It was empty the whole time.

Opening your mouth to retort at her bullshit prank, you were immediately cut off by her lips pressed against yours in a chaste kiss delivered against you gently. Taking her time to drown you in the languid taste of her drenched in sweat, yet tinged with that signature taste you’d never forget. As long as it was No-eul herself, you’d refuse to ever forget. Her pecks trailed across your face down to the bites burning against your skin as a sort of apology that alleviated the sting, before returning back to cup your face in a single hand.

“I’d never actually hurt you.”

No-eul reclined on her bed beside you, reaching for the covers as her cheek pressed to yours under the darkened shroud of her room swallowed in a cool breeze complimenting your features lowered in the dark. Her gaze softened as she inspected the occasional tremble of your body against hers, thumbing your shoulder in comforting circles.

“Because I love you too much to even think about it.”

A/N: ugh I had a specific way I wanted to end this but I FUCKING FORGOT anywayyyy we are back on the I remember how to write nsfw train because my smut has been bootycheeks recently and im getting back into it so PLEASEEEE

spot the difference

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

“You’re so hot…”

You giggled and pushed playfully at the woman pressed against you. She was a little bit older, somewhere in her late twenties or early thirties you assumed and way too pretty to be in the trashy bar bathroom she was making out with you in. 

“Thank you,” you responded, pulling back to look at Noeul. Your lipstick was smudged all over her mouth and her pupils were blown wide. “You’re not the worst I’ve done for a dive bar bathroom.” 

She scoffed and nipped at your jaw, leaving the millionth pink little mark on your skin. “Shut up,” she muttered, shoving you up against the restroom door. You gasped at the impact before bursting out laughing. Several vodka crans had made everything funny and the world spin. “Mm, I’m sorry.” You smiled, kissing her lips again gently. “That’s no way to be talking to the nice lady who bought me drinks.” Noeul hummed and ran her tongue over your lip, her hand coming up to caress your face. 

“My, um- my car is in the parking lot,” she ventured, her mouth leaving the taste of whiskey in yours. “It’s a mess but if you wanted…” She sounded nervous and it was so attractive. An older woman who was fumbling her flirting, inviting you to her car for a drunk makeout, this was the dream. “Fuck yes,” you breathed, wriggling out of her grip. Noeul gave you a look for escaping but you just beamed at her and she rolled her eyes. “This way.” She opened the bathroom door and led you out of the bar. 

The air outside was sticky with summer, your own sweat and heady thoughts mixing into the atmosphere. Noeul’s car was way in the back of the lot, tucked under a tree. It was more like a van which you didn’t mind, it was better for heated make out sessions anyway. You slid the door open and climbed inside, Noeul right behind you. She looked around at the floor in embarrassment, like she was rethinking her offer to let someone into her vehicle. 

“Sorry about the mess,” she started, getting cut off when you kissed her. Without a second thought, you wrapped your arms around her neck and pressed your body forward until her back hit the floor. She moaned into your mouth, hands cupping your breasts before hesitating like she didn’t know what she was allowed to touch. “It’s okay,” you coaxed, guiding her hand so her palm pressed over your nipples. “I want this, want you.” Something about the way you were talking to her, helping her learn your body made Noeul soaked. She sat up and pulled you closer, your hips firmly on top of hers. Her body was warm and strong and her skin was soft and her hair was sleek and she was looking at you like you hung the moon. 

You tried to say something, tried to tell her how pretty she was, beyond pretty but your brain wouldn’t work. All you could say were dumb things like “Please kiss me.” God, that sounded pathetic. But it was worth being pathetic when you had Noeul kissing you. Her lips devouring yours, tongue claiming your mouth like you were meant to be hers. “Fuck, you’re perfect,” she panted, coming up for air. Her hand dropped to your thigh to push up the dress you were wearing. 

The fabric stretched over your skin, reaching up your hips and settled around your waist. Noeul stared for a moment at the bow on your panties before her eyes focused on the wet patch that had formed from your arousal. Your breathing came in soft little gasps as you mouthed at her neck. “Are you just gonna stare or?” She shook her head, her eyes moving back up to meet yours. “N-no, sorry, just uhm…I don’t normally have sex with women so.” That made sense, given the flirting, the shyness, the fumbling. 

“Ah, well, that’s okay,” you smiled, pulling her arms around your body. “Just touch me how you would touch yourself, yeah?” She nodded and took one hand back to slip her fingers into your underwear. Her digits pulled the cloth aside and that look took over her eyes again, the blank little stare that told you she was so painfully inexperienced. You shimmied your way out of them, tossing them somewhere in the front of her car for her to find in the morning and remember you by. Noeul’s tongue continued to slide against your messily, not really heaving any certain rhythm to the way that she kissed you. Her hand was back between your thighs now, fingers spread your folds and prodding gently at your entrance. You whimpered when the first one slipped in, your nails digging into her shoulders. 

“Good?” she asked, caressing your cheek with her free hand. “Yes,” you breathed. “Another, please.” Noeul pumped her first finger slowly a few times, letting you get used to the slight stretch of her before adding her middle. She curled them carefully, watching your face for any signs of discomfort. Your head tipped back, soft little gasps leaving your lips as the squelching sound of her fingering you filled the car. It didn’t take long for her to find a rhythm; once she got settled you could tell that she knew what she was doing, at least to some extent. 

She liked to stare, particularly at your face. It was a little creepy in the dark of the parking lot, but the look in her eyes told you she was consumed entirely by the idea of pleasing you. Her eyes were these never ending pools, something you could lose yourself in forever. She leaned closer, dragging her lips over the soft skin of your neck and breathing in deeply. Should you be freaked out that this woman was staring at you and smelling you like you were a piece of meat? Maybe. Were you also totally turned on by it? Yeah. 

“You smell so good,” she moaned into your hair, her hips moving against your thigh. “And you’re so pretty, have I told you how pretty you are?” Noeul was straddling your leg now, rocking back and forth to try and sooth her aching clit in her underwear. “Not enough,” you replied, half joking until she started giving you more and more complements. “These are perfect,” she muttered, reaching a hand up your shirt to grasp at your tits. “So’s your waist and your thighs, fuck, it’s like I’m dreaming all of this.”

Her fingers pulled out before thrusting back in again, searching for the spot inside of you that would make you cum. She knew she had found it when you started mewling like she was doing something revolutionary. “Noeul- Noeul, oh god,” you pleaded, grasping onto her wrist. “Keep doing that, it feels so good.” Her eyes lit up at the sight of you begging for her and she aimed her fingers for your sweet spot once more. While her hand worked between her thighs, her mouth crashed onto yours again, stealing the air from your lungs. Despite not having sex with women, Noeul was a good kisser. It had nothing to do with her previous lesbian experiences of course, it was just something you noticed, it was hard not to when her tongue was in your mouth. 

You couldn’t help taking your own hand and pushing up her shirt, the woman might be flat chested but when has that ever stopped a real boob lover? Her lips traveled to your neck, pressing kisses to your collarbone and sinking teeth into soft skin. Your head tipped back to give her better access to your body and she accepted without a second thought. It came so naturally to her, like a sixth sense of how to please you. 

The real surprise, though, was how quickly she found your clit. Maybe it wasn’t the speed at which she found it, but rather what she was doing to it. Her nails were kept short but the texture was so much smoother than that of her skin. She dragged her thumbnail up and over your clit before running the pad of her thumb back over your sensitive bud. Her own throbbed, begging for attention. The breath leaving her was steadily getting more and more labored against your neck like she wanted to tell you something but couldn’t find the words. Noticing her behavior, your palm flattened against her stomach, starting to slide down. “Is this what you want?” you whispered, looking into the depths of Noeul’s eyes. She nodded rapidly, pushing your hand down further with the hand that wasn’t inside you.

As you dipped your fingers into her underwear, you could feel hers curling inside you again, hitting your g-spot just to feel you clamp down around her. Your own fingertips brushed over her clit for the first time and she moaned loudly, hips jerking forward instantly. You smiled gently, pressing down a little harder as she grinded on your hand. “You wanna cum together?” you asked, trying not to blow your composure. “Yes,” Noeul breathed excitedly, starting to paw at your top. “This needs to come off, though, I need to be close to you.” Taking your hand out of her pants, you pulled your shirt over your head and unclipped your bra. The other woman was basically salivating now, openly ogling your tits. “They’re just boobs,” you laughed airily, cupping the back of her neck. “You forget I don’t see boobs often,” she responded, reaching up to grope you gently. “Take mine off?” 

You obeyed, unbuttoning her blouse and helping her shrug it off. You whimpered at the loss of her fingers in you but you ignored it in favor of more skin to skin. Noeul’s bra was the next to go, allowing you to finally see her breasts. It didn’t matter that she wasn’t inside you anymore, it didn’t matter if you lost your orgasm, all that mattered was this gorgeous woman who wanted to kiss you. And that’s exactly what she did. After a moment of admiring each other and trying to catch your breath, your mouths crashed together, passionate, hot, and completely absorbed in each other. Her tongue dipped into your mouth, sliding over your bottom lip as she buried her hands in your hair. 

You leaned back, pulling away only to look behind you to make sure you weren’t hitting anything. She pushed you back against the floor of her van and pressed her body on yours. Both of you were trying to be as close as possible, sweat and slick and your perfume and her spit. Her head dipped down, making a path down your neck for the thousandth time that night until she reached your chest. Her lips wrapped around one of your nipples, starting to suck gently while her hand reached up to tweak the other one. You let out a soft sigh, arching up into her. Slotting your leg back between her thighs, you pulled her leg between yours as well. 

Her body rolled against yours, humping your leg eagerly. “Fuck, okay,” you started, putting your hand back in her panties. “‘M gonna be close soon, you too?” She nodded, moaning around your breasts. She followed your motion, putting her hand up your skirt to play with your clit. “Just rub circles.” A shudder racked your body, as you felt her heed your plea, dragging her thumb in circles around it painstakingly slowly. Your own fingers worked over hers as well, middle and index running through her folds. Cunt clenching around nothing, you pulled Noeul face back up to yours and kissed her again. Everything was getting a lot more desperate, with your orgasm building quickly in your stomach, it was like you were trying to cram as much pleasure into your time before you climaxed. Her fingers slipped back in you and you gasped, whimpering against her lips. 

She curled them carefully, pressing your sweet spot with her fingertips. You could feel yourself slipping, unable to hold off your peak. You started to rub Noeul’s clit faster, rolling it between your fingers and dipping your others in her entrance. She pulled back from kissing to go back to staring, watching your face twist in pleasure as her own features twitched and morphed. Her lip was caught between her teeth and her eyes were filled with obsession. Just as you felt your orgasm about to hit, she leaned into your ear and whispered “Go on, all over my hand, pretty thing.” 

Your pussy spasmed, orgasm slamming into you so hard it forced you to arch into her involuntarily. Your fingers stilled on her clit, brain too hazy with lust to do anything, but not before you felt her tense up and then go limp, signaling her own climax. Her breathing synced with yours, panting as you laid there, limbs tangled together in a heap. Noeul lifted her head from where it had fallen on your shoulder and reached up to brush the hair that had stuck to your forehead out of the way. “That was good,” she said, almost sounding like she was in disbelief. “I’ve never felt this way with someone before.” You smiled, stroking her back and tracing the valleys of her skin. “As in an orgasm or something else?”

“Both,” she admitted, cupping your cheek. “I don’t really know how to explain it but this might have been the best sex of my life and I kinda regret that it was in the back of my car.” This time you laughed, kissing her forehead as you explained: “That might be what’s called post nut clarity.” Her nose wrinkled at the crudeness which only made you continue to snicker. “Whatever it is,” she started, moving past your immaturity, “It makes me think that we should do this again, preferably in a bed.” 

“Yeah,” you agreed. “I’d like that.”

A/N: Yes, this was originally supposed to be oral, but I changed it to lean into the slightly weird and submissive angle. Also, even though it's off the color scheme I love the picture of her in the header she looks so good...

Credit to @issysh3ll for the divider

the pink jumpsuit clinging onto your body was hot. luckily, the triangle mask hid your face, but sweat beaded on your forehead after a botched execution during the mingle game.

you let somebody go by accident, and it was not noticed until after the game when somebody had to be executed after the last round when another guard caught it.

it was your first real slip-up ever since starting to work here four years ago.

in this place, mistakes meant death or worse.

no-eul, the newest black guard, called triangle guard 012 (you) to her officer upstairs after the mistake was reported to her.

the words from the masked square manager caught you off guard.

no-eul was ruthless. you see how her black uniform blends into the shadows while watching over her guards. ever since jin got killed after failing his black guard duties, no-eul's reputation for discipline became legendary.

your hands trembled under your black gloves as you headed upstairs, the stairwell echoing with your black heavy boots.

when office door slid open with a hiss, revealing no-eul seated behind a metal desk piled with surveillance feeds. the room smelled of stale air and ozone from the monitors.

no-eul didn't look up at first, her gloved fingers tapping the desk.

"close the door," she said, voice cold of any emotion.

you obeyed, the door sealing shut behind her and leaving the square guard to go back downstairs.

as you stood quietly, your mask still on, no-eul finally met your gaze with her eyes cold through the slits of her own mask.

"you fucked up down there, 012. that player should have dropped clean" no-eul starts, "your hesitation cost us time and exposed weaknesses in our attempts to keep things fair.... is this your first mistake?'

you nodded stiffly.

"yes, manager. it won't happen again." your voice came out muffled, but the fear was clear through the mask.

no-eul leaned back, crossing her arms.

"in these games you know one mistake is all it takes... maybe i should strip your uniform and send you to the front lines with the players. let them tear you apart." no-eul hissed, a smirk twisting her lips under the mask.

"but you're lucky.... you're lucky i'm feeling… generous today. you can avoid punishment. if you do one thing for me."

you blinked, confusion clear in your facial expressions that were covered.

"what do you mean?"

no-eul stood, her taller frame looming as she circled the desk.

she grabbed your chin roughly, forcing your head up to look at her.

"well first take off the mask. i want to see the face of the idiot who almost ruined my shift."

your fingers moved up and fumbled with the mask straps, pulling the mask free after some shakiness. your face was tired with hair sticking to your skin.

no-eul's eyes raked over you, assessing, disdain evident.

"on your knees," no-eul ordered, but then shook her head, "no. strip. everything off."

your heart stopped, "manager, i.."

"shut up and do it, or i'll have you executed right here." no-eul's tone had no argument which made you peel off the pink jumpsuit, the fabric whispering down your cold body until you stood naked, skin prickling in the cool air.

your breasts rose and fell with each anxious breath, nipples hardening from the chill... or the tension.

no-eul removed her own mask, revealing sharp features and dark eyes filled with contempt.

she was beautiful, you thought.

however, she sat on the edge of the desk, legs spread slightly in her black tracksuit pants.

"come here." no-eul patted her thigh, the thick fabric of her uniform taut over muscle.

"ride it. grind your wet little pussy on my leg until you cum. multiple times.... to prove you're worth keeping around."

your eyes widened, "you can't be serious. this is... "

'i am deadly serious... or do you prefer the alternative?' no-eul's hand shot out, grabbing your wrist and yanking her forward.

you stumbled as your bare thighs brushed no-eul's clothed one.

the contact sent an unwelcome spark through your lower waist, but it was laced with humiliation and anger.

with a shove, no-eul positioned you to start straddling her thigh, the rough seam of the pants pressing against your exposed folds.

"move," no-eul growled, her hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise.

you bit her lip, resentment boiling as you began to rock your hips. the friction was immediate, the fabric scrapes your clit with each slide.

no-eul watched with a sneer.

"faster. i don't have all night." her fingers dug in your hips, forcing you to grind harder.

your pussy got soaked with juices soaking into the black material of noeul's. the pressure built quickly, your body betraying you under the boss's glare.

you hated this... hated no-eul's smug control, the way your own arousal got turned into something filthy and forced.

soon your breaths came in pants. you clit started throbbing as you humped the woman's thigh like an animal.

no-eul's leg flexed beneath her, adding to the torment.

"look at you, pathetic. cumming on your superior's leg."

the words stung, fueling your glare even as her orgasm crashed over her. your cried out with your pussy clenching onto nothing as waves of pleasure ripped soaking no-eul's pants further.

no-eul didn't stop.

"again. keep going." she bucked her thigh up, grinding it against y/n's oversensitive folds.

you whimpered, trying to pull back, but no-eul's grip held firm.

"no stopping. you cum until i say."

your body shook from your veins with the overstimulation making your puffy clit ache. somehow, you rocked through the aftershocks, hating how your hips moved on instinct.

no-eul's hands roamed now, one sliding up to pinch your left nipple harshly, twisting until you gasped.

"disgusting. you're dripping all over me, 012... what a sloppy guard."

the second orgasm built slower, pain mingling with pleasure.

your thighs burned from the effort with your pussy raw against the coarse fabric. you leaned forward, using your hands on no-eul's shoulders for balance, nails digging in with spite.

no-eul laughed lowly.

"hate me all you want. it makes this better."

your vision blurred as you came again, harder this time, with your warm juices squirting all onto the uniform.

your eyes sobbed, body convulsing, but no-eul forced you to continue for two more.

afterwards you collapsed against no-eul, trembling.

no-eul shoved you off roughly, standing and wiping her thigh with a disgusted tsk.

"'clean yourself up. and next time, don't fuck up."

as you got clothed and exited to the elevator, no-eul's voice followed...

"'you're mine to punish now, 012. remember that.'

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