#saebyeok

- the first time Saebyeok fell asleep on the couch with your head on her chest, it’s a bigger milestone than your first kiss

- Saebyeok struggles with accepting help or care when she’s sick. she’s used to acting like she’s fine. the first time she calls you because she has a fever is a huge moment of trust

- gives you a spare key for her apartment

- she’s not big on pet names, but i think from time to time she would call you, “darling,” “baby,” or “princess”

- always saying things like “i missed you,” “did you eat?” or “are you warm enough?”

- she expresses worry more through actions since she’s not the most comfortable with saying things. she’ll fix the bow on the back of your hair when you’re walking ahead of her

- when she’s upset, she goes quiet rather than angry

- Saebyeok’s love language is 100% quality time

- i think we can call come to an agreement that she’s not a fan of pda

- she will hold hands with you while walking though

- in private, she would like physical contact though. she’s always finding small ways to touch you

- loves to give you hugs — her arms wrapped around you as she holds you in her embrace, resting her chin on your head as she murmurs sweet words to you

- her favorite form of physical affection is playing with your hair while you lay on her chest as you two watch movies

- we can also all come to an agreement that this woman is PROTECTIVE !!

- is always near you out in public like a personal bodyguard

- carries her pocket knife everywhere

- while walking together, Saebyeok always positions herself on the street side of the sidewalk

- and what if i said she memorizes your schedule (without meaning to) just to know you’re safe ??

- the first time you meet Cheol, she’s more nervous than either of you

- Saebyeok doesn’t even realize that she leaves things at your apartment

- the first time she calls your apartment “home,” she doesn’t even notice—it feels natural

- she has a specific spot on the couch in your living room that becomes “her spot”

- Saebyeok is always the first to wake up. she’ll make coffee for herself and attempt to make toast but burns it. so once you wake up you’ll have to help her with cooking

- she keeps track of important dates, she never needs a reminder for your anniversary or your birthday

- she’s surprisingly good at domestic tasks. years of self-reliance made her practical

- she stress cleans when anxious. you can tell when something’s bothering her

- she loves late night talks. whether it be sharing goals in life or random thoughts, she’ll always enjoy it

- Saebyeok’s protective but not possessive, having learned the difference between love and control

- has trouble accepting gifts but puts incredible thought into giving them. no matter how many people she has to pickpocket, she will get you something she knows you’ve been wanting for a long time

- never makes promises she’s not absolutely certain she can keep

- she always keeps her promises

- Saebyeok keeps a journal of things that make you smile (she won’t ever admit it)

- is secretly good at video games but pretends to be bad so you can “teach” her

- loves sharing airpods with you when you two are on the subway or walking

- has a (secret) playlist of songs that remind her of you

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- she’s a top / dom !!! anyone who says different is a liar

- okay and what if i said she’s lowkey into knife play ?? then what

- Saebyeok really focuses on making you feel good. gets satisfaction on seeing you cum

- she’s usually more on the rougher side, but if you want her to be gentle, she will be no questions asked

- “don’t get all shy now. it’s just me.” when you’re getting shy or nervous with her

- mix of praise and degradation !! “you’re so dirty for me.” “you look so pretty cumming on my fingers.”

- could eat you out for the rest of her life

- loves when you wear dresses or skirts cause it gives her the opportunity to slide her hand closer and closer to where you need her. and she knows. but she can’t resist teasing you

- loves fucking you with a strap just because ?? especially in front of a mirror

- sweetest aftercare, so so gentle with you. as if you’re made out of glass

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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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

everyone's cheers and chants are weaving into a deafening sound that vibrates through his bones. including your own too as you stand on the pitch.

you're sweat-soaked and breathless, your legs heavy like lead after playing since the 45th minute.

the scoreboard glares down at you.

2-2, extra time, 120th minute.

the other team scored first in the 37th, and luckily saebyeok scored before she got subbed off in the 70th minute for noeul. this championship game is apart of the annual tournament that happens every year. think of this like a champions league title.

this match has stretched every nerve in your body to its limit.

as a left winger for the city’s biggest club, you’ve danced with the ball, darted past defenders, and delivered crosses that nearly broke the deadlock.

now, with penalties looming, the weight of the moment presses against your chest.

you’re tired, so tired, but you’re on the penalty kicker list, and you know you’ll stay on the pitch until the end... or if an injury comes.

when the whistle shrieks, signaling the end of extra time, you knew that it was time for penalties.

your heart lurches, but you force a slow breath, grounding yourself. the crowd’s noise swells, a wave of anticipation flooding through everyone's chest.

you turn instinctively, your eyes scanning the stands for the one person who keeps you calm in moments like this.

daeho. he’s there, unmistakable in your black number 7 jersey, his broad smile cutting through the chaos of the supports in the crowd.

your fiancé is throwing heart signals with his hands, his fingers forming clumsy but earnest shapes that make your lips twitch into a smile despite the exhaustion.

you raise a hand at daeho, waving back, your heart swelling at the sight of him.

daeho used to be your childhood friend who lived just down the street, who knew you when you were all scraped knees and wild dreams of soccer stardom.

now he’s here, and yours, surrounded by his friends... your friends now, too, a family forged through years of happy moments.

next to daeho stands jungbae, older, steady, a father figure to him with his funny wisdom and warm laugh. hyunju, your closest friend off the pitch, is there too, her eyes bright with pride as she cheers for you.

yong-sik and geum-ja, daeho’s longtime friend and his mother, are beside hyunju, their voices lost in the crowd but their presence a comfort.

they’re all here for you, this patchwork family that’s grown around you like ivy... aka strong.

“i’m up first to kick,” noeul says, cutting off your moment. the woman's voice is trembling as she jogs up to you.

your defensive teammate’s usually unshakable confidence is wavering, with her dark eyes wide with nerves. y

ou stop waving at daeho and turn to her, forcing a grin.

“yeah, because you’re our best penalty kicker,” you counter, your tone light but firm, trying to bolster her.

noeul’s lips quirk, but the tension doesn’t leave her shoulders. before you can say more, jiyeong and sae-byeok... your teammates who are so obviously not dating, despite the lingering looks and subtle touches everyone pretends not to notice... run up, their energy electric and exciting since they're confident in their girls.

“good luck bitches!” jiyeong calls, her voice bright, while sae-byeok claps you and noeul on the shoulders, her grip strong. the rest of the penalty kickers follow... mi-na, maxine, yeonjoo, alexia, and the others. twenty-two women stand on the pitch, eleven women between each team on the pitch.

all want to win for their team.

your teammates, noeul being captain, form a huddle, arms slung around each other, a fortress of black jerseys against the cyan blue jerseys that the other team wear.

as the team disperses to line up for penalties, you take your place among them, your back to the stands where daeho watches.

you don’t see him, but you feel his gaze like sunlight on your skin. he’s watching you, you know he is, admiring the way you stand, one arm draped around noeul, the other around mi-na.

your stance is confident, even if your body screams for rest.

daeho’s always said he loves that about you... how you carry yourself, how you face pressure head-on, even when it feels like the world is watching.

they are.

the penalties begin, and the stadium holds its breath.

noeul steps up first, her shot clean and true, the ball slamming into the net. the crowd erupts, and you squeeze mi-na’s shoulder, a silent cheer as all of your teammates scream all types of profanities ("lets fucking goooo") in excitement.

the opposing team answers, their kicker matching noeul’s precision. back and forth it goes, each kick a heartbeat, each save or goal shifting the momentum.

by the time it’s 7-7, your pulse is a drumbeat in your ears when the cnterback on the other team misses her penalty.

you’re up next.

the eighth kicker.

the one who could decide it all since the other girl on the opposite side missed.

you step forward, the ball at your feet, the world narrowing so you ignore the eyes all on you.

40,000 spectators, thousands more watching on television, their eyes burning into you.

you feel the weight of it, the expectation, the hope, the fear.

it sits on your shoulders, heavy.

daeho knows this about you... how you let the world’s weight settle there, how you carry it because you believe you can. he’s seen it since you were kids, when you’d race him down the street, your laughter trailing behind him like a shadow.

you glance up at the big screen. there’s your face, larger than life, your expression focused but soft, your eyes sharp.

daeho’s watching that same screen, his breath catching at the sight of you.

he’s always thought you were beautiful, but in this moment so sweat-streaked, determined, standing tall under the stadium lights... you’re radiant.

daeho leans forward while standing in-front of in his seat, hands clasped tightly, his heart pounding in time with yours.

the opposing goalkeeper is studying her water bottle, her eyes flicking between it and you. you know what that bottle holds... notes, maybe, on your kicking habits, your tendencies.

you’ve faced her before, studied her too in past seasons.

she’s good, quick to her right, but you’ve been coached on how she hesitates on low shots to her left.

you take a deep breath, then another, steadying yourself.

the whistle blows.

you back up, your steps measured, your eyes locked on the goal. the crowd fades to a distant hum. it’s just you, the ball, and the keeper. you run, your body moving on instinct, muscle memory honed by years of practice.

your foot connects with the ball, a clean strike, sending it soaring to the right... her left, low and precise. the goalkeeper dives right, just as you’d hoped, her fingers grazing the air where the ball isn’t.

it hits the net, the sound final.

the stadium explodes. your teammates scream, a wave of black jerseys rushing toward you. you’re running too, toward the corner flag, your arms outstretched, your heart a wildfire.

they all catch up, piling onto you, their laughter and shouts blending into a single, joyous cacophony.

you’re buried under their weight, their arms, their love, but you’re laughing, breathless, alive.

you’re champions.

as your teammates start to drift back, giving you space to breathe, you turn toward the stands since you wanted to see that one person.

daeho’s already moving, breaking away from jungbae, hyunju, yong-sik, and geum-ja. the man's eyes are locked on you, bright with pride and with love.

he’s halfway down the bleacher stairs when a security guard steps in front of him, arm outstretched.

“sorry, sir, you can’t pass—”

“no no, he’s with me!” you call out, your voice cutting through the noise.

the guard glances at you, then steps aside, and daeho vaults over the barrier with an ease that makes your heart skip.

he’s on the field in seconds, his arms wrapping around you, lifting you slightly as you laugh.

“we won!” you say, your hands clutching his shoulders.

“you won!” he replies, his grin wide, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

he presses a kiss to your temple, soft and warm, and you feel it like a spark, igniting something deep in your chest.

hand in hand, you run toward the center of the field, where your teammates are still celebrating, the crowd’s cheers washing over you like a tide.

“you were incredible, everyone loves you!” he says as you slow down the running, his voice low, meant just for you.

“you were here,” you reply, “that love is what matters to me.”

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