#won jian

Se-mi’s apartment had always felt like home to you. Maybe that was your mistake.

Your hoodie hung on the back of her chair. Your toothbrush sat next to hers in the bathroom. Your makeup cluttered the counter, your perfume lingered in the air. Every little thing made it seem like this was your place too, like you belonged there just as much as she did.

But you didn’t. Not really.

Not after what you heard.

It was supposed to be an ordinary night—one of many spent by her side. You had been talking, laughing, feeling the warmth of her attention. But when you went to grab a drink, you stopped in your tracks at the sound of her voice.

“No, Min-su, you—ugh. You just don’t get it. She’s just… how do I say it? Too clingy.”

Your heart stopped.

Min-su’s voice was hesitant. “Noona, don’t you think that’s a bit rude?”

“I know it sounds rude and stuff, but she acts like a fan. She’s obsessed with me! Name one time she lasted a week without sleeping over at my house. Almost all her clothes and makeup and shit are at MY place! Why can’t she just—I don’t know? Min-su, I already have a lot on my plate right now! I don’t need a clingy girl just hanging around my apartment like she lives there! She’s always coming without my permission and shit! She’s too much, she’s annoying, she always—”

You didn’t stay to hear the rest.

You turned on your heel and walked out before you could hear another word.

Did she really think that?

Like a fan? Like an overbearing nuisance?

Tears welled up in your eyes, but you swallowed them back. You couldn’t fall apart here, not in front of people, not when you needed to move.

You hailed a cab and went straight to her apartment—the apartment that was supposed to be your second home. And the moment you stepped inside, you saw just how much of yourself you had left there.

Clothes in the closet. Shoes by the door. Your favorite mug in her cabinet. Your books on her shelves.

God. No wonder she felt suffocated.

For the next hour and a half, you packed. Every little thing that was yours, you shoved into bags. One by one, her apartment stopped looking like yours and started looking like hers again. When you were done, there were four full bags of your belongings sitting by the door.

It finally looked like Se-mi was living alone.

Just like she wanted.

You stood there for a moment, forcing a smile despite the way your heart ached. You were being ridiculous, right? You were clingy. You were overbearing. You had practically moved into her space without asking. This was your fault, wasn’t it?

Your phone buzzed.

You looked down and saw her name flashing across the screen, dozens of unread messages filling your notifications.

“Y/n? Baby? Where are you?”

“Y/n, where did you go?”

“Baby, this isn’t funny.”

“You said you were just getting a drink. Where are you?”

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you. Please come back.”

“Did you go back to the apartment?”

Your grip tightened around the phone. How ironic. She was acting worried now, like she hadn’t just been complaining about how much she wanted space from you.

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t.

Instead, you walked.

The 30-minute walk back to your own place felt longer than ever. By the time you got home, exhaustion weighed on your body, but the ache in your chest hurt more. You took a shower, scrubbing yourself clean, washing away the scent of her that still clung to you.

And then you lay in bed, staring at the ceiling.

Tears slipped down your cheeks, silent but unstoppable.

Did she ever love you the way you loved her?

Was it all just too much?

The buzzing of your phone woke you at 1 AM.

More texts. More missed calls.

“Y/n, why didn’t you tell me you left?!”

“Who picked you up?”

“Why’d you take your stuff? I was fine with it being here.”

“Y/n, just please tell me how you’re doing. I’m really worried.”

“Please, baby…”

“Y/n… I’m confused about all of this. You left the party randomly, then you took all your stuff back. What’s wrong?”

You laughed bitterly through your tears. What was wrong? Really?

You stared at the screen for a long moment before typing.

“I heard you.”

And then you turned off your phone.

You needed to change.

You needed to be less.

Less clingy. Less needy. Less overbearing.

Even if it hurt, even if it meant suppressing everything, you would do it.

If it would make Se-mi happy—

If it would make her stop seeing you as a burden—

If it would make her love you again—

Then you would.

Even if it broke you.

You had met Se-mi when going to ride the infamous Disco Pang Pang ride with your friends at Wolmi Theme Park. She was hot, both appearance-wise and her general attitude, and it was almost intimidating. You were surprised when she chased after you once the ride ended and had asked you out while you were visiting Incheon. Ever since, the woman had been entirely obsessed with you.

On your first 'date', she had taken you around Incheon--showing you the more tourist-y locations she could show. Seeing as it was your first time visiting and all. The entire day--yes, day, she kept finding reasons to keep you two out--her presence was constant. She always walked or stood close to you, and sometimes you could feel the ghost of her hand on your arm or shoulder. No matter what: Se-mi kept close. Though having an air of seeming on-edge. Even if you two were having fun, her eyes were constantly darting around to anything that could cause a slight bump of harm to you.

Perhaps it was just her nature, or perhaps there was a deeper meaning to her behavior.

The next day, Se-mi forced you out again. This time showing you her favorite spots: views on various rooftops, quiet cafes, and even cool venues where she's been to concerts at before (to which she pestered you about seeing this one idol with her in a few months until you agreed). Her presence became more apparent, usually having one part of her body on yours in some way. Whether it was the ghost of her hand on your back this time, or shoulders brushing together as you two walked. Se-mi also enjoyed teasing you, watching your face get all red from comments she made under her breath was too enjoyable to not continue.

She often paid for all your meals, and even bought you trinkets here and there. Even spending way too much money on claw machines at an arcade, wanting you to get as many plushies as the two of you could carry after seeing your excitement when passing by. Your hotel room was even littered with varying sizes of vases that had flowers in them. Ones that she bought throughout your dates, seeing as she couldn't help herself as you showed a fondness for each kind. Se-mi found herself doing anything for you. Not that she minded, of course.

For the rest of the week, your friends had taken up all your time--forcing you to do things with them and put your romantic life on pause. Se-mi understood, of course, but you could always tell she seemed annoyed. Not at you. No, never at you. But just at the fact that you hardly even texted except for every now and then while you were busy with your friends.

One night, a little over a week after you had first met Se-mi, there was a knock on your hotel door. It was late (or would 2 A.M. be considered early?) and the noise startled you up from your sleep. Jumping from your laying position and eyes wide as they snapped around the room--the worst of situations coming into your mind. You rubbed your eyes, leaning over to tap on your phone screen. 2:23 your clock said and you let out a tired breath.

The quiet knocking persisted, and after a long, pleasing moment of rubbing your eyelids, you slowly got out of bed. Shivering as the cold morning air wafted around you, given you were in a thin silk tank top and matching shorts that were a soft pink color with black lace on the hems.

You tip-toed toward the door and raised yourself up to look through the peephole, your brows furrowing at the sight of Se-mi on the other side. With a huff, you quickly unlocked the hotel room door and opened it--staring up at the woman with a million questions behind your wide, e/c eyes. "How did you--"

"I asked the front desk about your room, told them I was your friend meeting up with you," Se-mi shrugged, staring across your sleepy appearance with a sort of fond expression in her eyes. "I almost told them I was your wife, but then realized we didn't have any rings yet."

Your face immediately went red, letting out a noise of disbelief at her behavior. Se-mi only flashed you a smug grin, laughing to herself at your demeanor. Her eyes fell from your face and she momentarily was staring at your sleepwear--or well more so your hardened nipples due to the cold. Her hands itching to slide up underneath your top and soften them up with her fingers. She was just a girl, after all.

You let your momentary fluster pass before shaking your head--letting out a long breath. "That doesn't explain why you're here," you said, leaning casually against the hotel room door. Trying to give off an aloof demeanor but that just wasn't you. It was almost adorable for Se-mi to watch your attempts.

"Ah," she breathed out, her eyes leaving your chest to meet yours. "Get dressed, I wanna take you somewhere." When you made no move, Se-mi huffed and looked away for a moment before looking back at you. "Please?"

You studied Se-mi for a moment, pursing your lips and thinking. You were exhausted, for one. Not really wishing to change into clothes and leave your comfy room. Surely Se-mi's requests could wait until the morning? But then again, she probably wouldn't be here if her request wasn't of somewhat urgency. As well as, you were too entirely curious to know what she was up to.

So, you closed the door on her and padded back into your room. Finding your suitcase and poring over until you found a good-enough outfit. Which consisted of jeans, a cropped egg-colored sweater. Deciding to leave behind your jacket on the off-chance the outside was cold and you could make an excuse to steal Se-mi's leather jacket she was attached too.

After a few minutes, with Se-mi standing awkwardly in front of your door--listening to the sounds of you talking and huffing to yourself as you got ready--you finally opened the door again and stepped out. Se-mi looked over your new outfit, her lips curving up slightly. Though you could probably be wearing a trash bag and she'd be enamored with your appearance.

"Come," she said, motioning with her head and holding out her hand for you to take. Without even hesitating, you took it and her body instantly relaxed.

It was a long walk on the mostly-empty streets of Incheon, with Se-mi tucking you close to her as her eyes swept around your very surroundings. Eventually, you two ended up on a rooftop of Se-mi's apartment building in downtown Incheon. The view was nice, your jaw slightly dropping as you let go of her hand and slowly approached an edge of the rooftop that overlooked the part of the city she lived in. Admiring all the lights and faint sounds of the world.

Se-mi approached, standing close behind you and her hand finding itself tucked into the back pocket of your blue-wash jeans. While your eyes were on the city, her eyes were on you. Afterall, she had seen the view of the city numerous times throughout her life but this was the first time you were here with her. Or, rather the first time anyone she cared about was taken up here. While you two hadn't known each other for very long, she was smitten. Se-mi was smitten from the first time she saw you waiting in line for Disco Pang Pang.

"It's a nice view," you said softly, still in awe of this perspective of the world.

"Yeah, it is," Se-mi said in agreement, though you two were talking about completely different views.

Eventually, you turned your gaze away and looked up at her--who had quickly looked away from your form, acting nonchalant. "How'd you find out about this view?"

"Ah," Se-mi said, laughing softly as she looked down. "I live in this building, have for a while. It's not the nicest place ever, but--"

"I like it," you quickly interjected. "So how come you aren't showing me around your apartment?"

Se-mi's eyes moved back up toward you, an almost teasing expression beginning to etch onto her face. "I think I'd lose all restraint if you were in my apartment alone with me," she said, inclining her face close to yours.

You stuttered, face suddenly feeling like a stovetop--it seemed to be a reoccurring thing when you were with her. She had a bad habit of doing this to you; rendering you completely at her teasing mercy.

"Relax, you look like you're about to explode, Y/N," she laughed, the sound pleasant in your ears. Sending a slight shiver down your spine. "But, I only let certain people in my safe abode."

"Oh yeah? And how do I gain this elite status?" You asked, tilting your head.

Se-mi didn't say anything, looking away from you and at the view before you. Her brows furrowed slightly in thought, her tongue playing with the silver piercing on her bottom lip. "How much longer are you staying in Incheon?" She asked suddenly.

You straightened up slightly, shrugging. "The girls were talking about leaving early next week, I think we all are missing home."

Se-mi laughed bitterly at that, 'home' you said. She knew she shouldn't feel jealous or upset, but she was more scared about distance between you two. Or, well, more upset about this all possibly being a nice dream that she'll wake up from soon.

"What can I do to get you to stay?" She asked, moving to face you--her eyes slightly pleading. "Even if it's just for another week. I'll pay for your hotel, or-or you can stay with me? At my apartment, for free, of course. Or, I could come with you--" Se-mi cut herself off, feeling slightly embarrassed for once.

You were slightly taken aback by her questions, blinking a few times. Your brain worked overtime trying to come up with an answer when in reality you had no clue. Sure, you liked Se-mi, but you had only known her for a short bit and you were longing to sleep in your own bed after this long absence.

"I'm sorry," Se-mi suddenly said, stepping back from you slightly. "I shouldn't have asked, I just--" She stopped talking, biting her bottom lip. She was never good at expressing any negative emotion, much rather keeping those to herself. "I'd just really like you to stay for a little bit longer. I like you. A lot. But I get your situation."

Your expression softened, shifting to smile slightly. "I like you too," you told Se-mi, earning a quick look back up with a hopeful expression. "But, I have to return home at some point."

"I know, I know," Se-mi groaned, reaching up and toying with a strand of your h/c hair. "I just want you to stay for a little longer... so we can maybe explore a little more on this mutual 'like' before you have to return home." Maybe it was selfish of her to want to lock you down and make you commit to a relationship before you even stepped foot near that airport. But she couldn't help her nature, she wanted you and she wanted you bad.

"Maybe," you hummed, pressing your lips together. "I think maybe a nice dinner at a restaurant you like would make for a good place to explore."

"Oh yeah?" Se-mi asked, suddenly growing more smug. "I think that I could make it happen. And maybe you'd be interested enough to come over to my apartment later, and we could... talk," She trailed off, leaving the innuendo hanging in the air between them. Her hand slowly falling down, tracing the outline of your body softly. Her movements and words becoming bolder by the second.

She couldn't help but indulge herself when her slender fingers gently slipped underneath your cropped sweater. The pads gently tracing up your torso, only stopping when she hit the wire of your black bra. "You're really pretty, y'know?"

You huffed a laugh, trying to hide your flustered expression by looking across the cityscape once more; truly taking it all in. It was nice, Se-mi close beside you and the promises of relationships being weaved with each breath you two took.

"You're pretty too, Se-mi," you finally said, your tone soft and light. She gently squeeze the side of your waist in response, and you felt Se-mi's head slowly lean down to rest on yours. Her eyes looking across the midnight lights with you.

At first, it was just in bed - whispered teases that made your cheeks burn and your core clench. But soon it bled into everyday life. She’d text you during her work break: How’s my bunny doing? Behaving? Or greet you at the door after a long day with a smirk and a, “Missed you, bunny. Come here.”

You loved it. God, you loved it. It made you feel seen and desired in a way that went beyond physical. Semi never made you feel ashamed of your drive; if anything, she matched it, turning your constant want into a game she always won.

One particular week had been torture, though. Semi had been working a string of late nights, leaving you alone in your shared apartment with nothing but your vibrator and a phone full of her teasing replies. You’d send her selfies from bed, your tank top pulled low, captioning them Thinking of you… wish you were here to help your bunny. She’d fire back with voice notes, her voice low and rough: “Be patient, baby. Save that energy for me.”

By Friday, you were a mess. You’d ambushed her the second she walked through the door, pushing her against the wall and kissing her like you hadn’t seen her in years. She laughed into your mouth, dropping her handbag with a thud.

“Easy, bunny.” She chuckled, hands gripping your waist to steady you. “Missed me that much?”

“You have no idea.” You whined, grinding against her thigh shamelessly. “I’ve been so good all week. Please, Semi…”

She pulled back just enough to look at you, her dark eyes gleaming with amusement and something hungrier. Her short hair was messy from the wind outside, her lip piercing catching the hallway light. “My poor little bunny. All pent up and desperate. Tell me what you need.”

“You.” You breathed, tugging at her shirt. “Inside me. Now.”

Semi’s smirk widened. She loved when you got like this - bold, unfiltered, your high drive turning you into a needy little thing that only she could satisfy. “Bedroom. Strip for me. Let’s see how wet you got just from waiting.”

You practically sprinted down the hall, shedding clothes as you went. By the time Semi sauntered in, you were naked on the bed, knees parted, fingers already circling your clit in anticipation. She leaned against the doorframe, crossing her arms as she took you in.

“Look at you.” You said, voice dripping with mock sympathy. “Couldn’t even wait five seconds. Such a slutty little bunny.”

Your hips bucked at her words, a whimper escaping your lips. “Semi, please…”

She pushed off the door, stripping slowly - teasing you with every inch of skin revealed. Her band tee hit the floor, then her jeans, until she was down to her black boxer briefs, the outline of her strap visible beneath. You’d bought it together a month ago, a sleek black silicone piece that she wore like it was made for her.

“On your back, bunny.” She ordered, climbing onto the bed. “Legs spread wide. Show me that pretty pussy you’ve been teasing me with all week.”

You obeyed instantly, heart racing as she settled between your thighs. She didn’t touch you right away, just hovered there, letting her breath ghost over your slick folds. “Soaked already. My bunny’s always ready, huh? Bet you’ve been dripping since I left this morning.”

“Yes.” You gasped, trying to arch into her. “I’ve been thinking about you all day. Need you so bad.”

Semi hummed, finally leaning in to drag her tongue up your slit in one slow, deliberate lick. You cried out, fingers tangling in her hair as she devoured you like she was starving. Her piercings were cool against your heated skin, her tongue stud flicking your clit with precision that had you seeing stars.

“Fuck, Semi- Right there-”

She ate you out relentlessly, two fingers sliding into you easily and curling just right. Your high drive meant you came fast and hard the first time, thighs clamping around her head as you moaned her name. But she didn’t stop. She never did with you.

“Again.” She murmured against your pussy, sucking your clit into her mouth. “Give me another one, bunny. I know you can.”

You were oversensitive, whimpering and squirming, but the pleasure built impossibly fast. Semi knew your body better than you did, she knew exactly how to push you over the edge. Your second orgasm crashed through you, leaving you trembling and breathless.

She pulled back, lips shiny with your release, and grinned. “Good girl. But we’re not done. You’ve been waiting all week, bunny, gotta make sure you’re satisfied.”

She positioned the strap at your entrance, the thick head nudging your folds. You were still clenching from your aftershocks, but you nodded frantically. “Please, give it to me. I need it.”

She pushed in slow, inch by inch, watching your face the whole time. “That’s it, take it all. Such a greedy little hole for me.”

The stretch was perfect, filling you in a way that made your eyes roll back. Semi started thrusting, deep and steady, her hands gripping your hips to pull you onto her with every stroke. The bed creaked under you, the room filling with the obscene sounds of skin slapping on skin and your broken moans.

“You’re so fucking hot like this.” She groaned, leaning down to capture your lips in a messy kiss. “My needy bunny, always wanting more. God, I could fuck you all night.”

“Do it.” You panted, nails raking down her back. “Don’t stop-”

She sped up, angling her hips to hit that spot inside you that made you scream. One hand slipped between you to rub your clit, and you were gone - coming for the third time, squirting around the strap as your body shook.

She fucked you through it, not letting up until you were a boneless, babbling mess. Only then did she slow, pulling out gently and discarding the harness. She gathered you in her arms, pressing soft kisses to your forehead, your cheeks, your lips.

“You okay, bunny?” She whispered, voice soft now, all dominance melted into tenderness. “You were so good for me.”

You nodded weakly, nuzzling into her neck. “Love you. Love when you call me that.”

She chuckled, fingers threading gently through your hair. “My horny little bunny. Wouldn’t have you any other way.”

The nickname became a staple after that. In public, it was subtle - a wink and a “Be a good, bunny” when you got too handsy at parties. In private, it was foreplay, a single word that had you wet and ready.

One morning, you woke her up with your mouth on her thigh, kissing higher and higher. She stirred, smirking down at you.

“Morning, bunny. Hungry already?”

“Always.” You murmured, licking a stripe up her center. She tasted like sleep and sin, and you couldn’t get enough.

Semi threaded her fingers through your hair, guiding you as you ate her out. She came with a low groan, hips bucking, then flipped you over for round two - her strap buried deep while she whispered filth in your ear.

“God, I can’t get enough of this pussy, bunny. Gonna fucking ruin you for anyone else.”

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

It was a Wednesday night, the third in a row that a work deadline had kept Semi chained to her office downtown, when you’d tried everything to distract yourself from the ache between your legs: binge watching that true crime doc she hated, reorganizing the spice rack, even a long bath with the waterproof vibe she’d bought you “for emergencies.” But nothing worked. By 11:17pm, the ache had its own pulse, and your phone was already in your hand.

You hit call before you could overthink it.

Semi picked up on the second ring, voice husky with fatigue. “Hey, bunny. You okay?”

“No.” You whined, flopping back against the pillows. The apartment was too quiet without her boots in the hall, her low laugh in the kitchen. “I’m dying. I’m wet and empty and you’re not here.”

A soft exhale hit your ear - half chuckle, half groan. “Tell me.”

You slid a hand under the waistband of your sleep shorts, fingers gliding through slick heat. “I’m on your side of the bed cause it smells like you. I’ve got two fingers inside me but they’re not enough. Semi, I need your voice. Need you to talk me through it.”

“Greedy girl.” She murmured, and you heard the click of her office door locking. “Put me on speaker. I want both your hands free.”

You obeyed, phone propped on the pillow beside your head. The sheets rustled as you kicked the shorts off completely, knees falling open.

“Describe it.” She ordered, voice dropping into that register that made your spine arch.

“I’m soaked.” You breathed. “Pussy’s swollen, clit’s throbbing. I keep circling it and pretending it’s your tongue stud.”

“Slow circles, bunny. Tease yourself the way I would.” A pause stretched, followed by the soft thud of her sitting back in her chair. “Tell me what you’re wearing.”

“Nothing now. Just your hoodie. Smells like your cologne and sex.”

“Fuck.” The word came out rough. “Pull the hood up. I want you drowning in me while you touch that pussy.”

You did, inhaling deeply, the fabric brushing your cheeks as your fingers dipped lower, spreading wetness. “I’m sliding two inside now. So wet you’d hear it if you were here.”

“Let me hear it.”

You angled the phone closer, pumping slowly, the slick sound unmistakable. A low growl came from her end.

“That’s my good bunny. Add a third. Stretch yourself for me.”

You whimpered, obeying, the burn delicious. “It’s not the same, Semi.” You whined. “I need your strap. Need you pinning me down-”

“Soon.” She promised. “But right now you’re gonna fuck yourself on those fingers and pretend it’s my thigh. Ride them, baby. Grind your clit on your palm.”

Your hips rolled shamelessly, chasing friction. “Semi-”

“Uh uh. Say it right.”

“Please, Semi, let your horny little bunny cum.”

“Not yet.” Her breath was heavier now; you pictured her in the desk chair, legs spread, hand down her jeans. “Edge yourself. Stop right when you’re close.”

You sobbed but pulled your fingers free, thighs trembling. “I hate you.”

“You love me.” She corrected, amusement laced with heat. “Again. Faster this time. I want you dripping on my sheets.”

Three rounds of torture later, her making you stop each time just before the crest, you were babbling, tears of frustration pricking your eyes. “Please, I can’t-”

“Now, bunny. Fuck yourself hard. Imagine I just walked in, shoved you face down, and took what’s mine.”

The orgasm hit like a freight train, your back bowing off the mattress as you screamed her name loud. Waves crashed through you, pussy clenching around your fingers, wetness soaking your hand and the sheets beneath.

You were still trembling when her voice cut through the haze, softer now. “Good girl. Deep breaths.”

You panted, laughing wetly. “Come home. I’m keeping the hoodie on until you replace it with the real thing.”

“Leaving in ten.” She said, and you heard the jingle of her keys. “Keep that pussy warm for me, bunny. We’re not done.”

Even on lazy days, your drive shone through. You’d be cooking dinner, and suddenly you’d be bent over the counter, Semi’s fingers inside you as she nipped at your ear.

“Couldn’t wait ’til after eating, huh? You’re an impatient little bunny.”

You’d cum with her name spilling from your lips repeatedly, dinner forgotten until much later.

Semi never complained. If anything, she thrived on it - your constant desire feeding hers. She’d surprise you with new toys, a vibrator she’d use on you during movie nights, muffling your moans with her hand.

“Quiet, bunny. Don’t want the neighbors hearing how needy you are.”

One sunny Saturday, the two of you took a trip to the farmer’s market for what was supposed to be just a quick errand. You weaved through stalls of fresh bread and honey sticks, Semi’s fingers loosely laced with yours. She looked unfairly hot in her ripped jeans and a cropped band tee, lip ring glinting every time she smirked at something you said. You’d been good all morning, honestly, only stealing a few kisses behind the tomato stand.

But then she bent over to inspect a crate of peaches, and the curve of her ass in those jeans did criminal things to your brain. The breeze carried her scent (cedar cologne and the faint trace of last night’s sex still clinging to her skin), and your thighs pressed together involuntarily.

You lasted maybe ten minutes.

“Semi.” You whispered, tugging her behind a display of potted herbs where the crowd was thinner. Your voice was already embarrassingly breathy. “I need you.”

She raised an eyebrow, amused. “Bunny… we’re literally surrounded by kale.”

“I don’t care.” You crowded into her space, hands sliding under the hem of her shirt to trace the warm skin of her lower back. “I’m wet. Like, ruined my panties wet. Just from watching you pick fruit.”

Her eyes darkened, but she kept her cool, leaning in so her lips brushed your ear. “You’re gonna behave until we get home. Then I’ll take care of you.”

You whimpered, actually whimpered, and ground your hips against her thigh once, shameless. “I can’t. Please. There’s that public restroom by the entrance-”

“No.” Her voice was firm, but her grip on your waist tightened like she was fighting herself. “You’ll wait.”

You pouted, but the denial only made it worse. The rest of the market was torture: every brush of her arm against yours, every time she licked honey off her thumb after sampling a vendor’s wares, your clit throbbed in time with your heartbeat.

By the time you reached the car, you were a mess, thighs slick, breath shallow. The second the doors shut, you lunged across the console, kissing her messy and desperate, one hand already fumbling with her belt.

Semi laughed into your mouth, catching your wrists. “Jesus, bunny. In the parking lot?”

“I’ll be quiet.” You lied, already straddling her in the driver’s seat, skirt hiked up. “Just your fingers. Please. I’m dripping down my legs.”

She glanced around (families unloading groceries, an old man walking his dog), then cursed under her breath. “Back seat.”

You scrambled over the console, kneeling on the leather as she followed, silently thanking God you had opted for tinted windows. She shoved your skirt higher, groaning when she saw the wet spot on your lace panties.

“Oh my God, look at you.” She muttered, yanking them aside. Two fingers slid into you without resistance, curling hard. “Soaked from peaches? Fuck, bunny, you’re gonna get us arrested.”

You moaned into the crook of her neck, riding her hand in short, frantic thrusts. “Faster-”

“Shh.” She clamped her free hand over your mouth, eyes locked on yours as she fucked you with quick, precise strokes. “You can cum quick and quiet, or not at all”

The orgasm hit sharp and sudden, muffled against her palm. Your whole body shook, pussy clenching around her fingers as you soaked her hand and the seat beneath you.

She pulled out slowly, bringing her fingers to your lips. You licked them clean without hesitation, tasting yourself and her smirk.

“Good bunny.” She whispered, kissing your forehead. “Now let’s get home before round two happens in a grocery store aisle.”

The following afternoon you were curled against Semi’s side, her arm draped over your shoulders while some mindless cooking show murmured in the background. You’d just come down from a lazy morning in bed (her fingers, your mouth, the slow, syrupy kind of sex that left you both boneless and grinning).

And yet… the familiar warmth was already pooling low in your belly again.

You shifted, thighs pressing together, trying to ignore it. Semi’s thumb traced idle circles on your bare arm, and every pass sent sparks straight to your clit. You bit your lip and counted to ten, willing the ache away.

Semi felt the tension immediately. “Bunny?”

You buried your face in her neck. “Nothing.”

“Liar.” She tipped your chin up with two fingers, her dark eyes searching yours. “Talk.”

You exhaled, cheeks hot. “I just… we literally finished a few hours ago, and I’m already-” You gestured vaguely at your lap, mortified. “It’s too much, isn’t it? I’m too much. I don’t want you to think I’m some sex crazed-”

Semi cut you off with a soft laugh, not mocking, just fond. She shifted so you were straddling her lap, hands settling on your hips like they belonged there.

“Listen to me.” Her voice was low and steady, the same tone she used when she wanted you to feel every word. “Your drive is one of my favorite things about you.”

You opened your mouth to protest and she pressed a thumb to your lips.

“I mean it. Every time you look at me like you’re starving, every time you climb into my lap at 3am because you need it, it makes me feel like the luckiest person alive. You think I’m humoring you? Baby, I’m addicted to how much you want me.”

Your eyes stung. “But what if one day you’re not in the mood and I-”

“Then we cuddle! Or I hold you while you take care of yourself, or we just talk until it passes. But never, ever be ashamed of wanting me. I love that you’re greedy for me. I love that you trust me with it.” She brushed a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “I love you, Y/N, high drive and all. Hell, I match it most days because you make me crazy too.”

The knot in your chest unraveled. You let out a shaky laugh, forehead dropping to hers. “You’re sure?”

“Positive.” She nipped your bottom lip. “In fact…” Her hands slid under the hem of your shirt, palms warm against your skin. “Tell me what you need right now. No filter.”

You swallowed, the last of your hesitation dissolving. “Your mouth. Slow. Until I’m begging.”

Her grin was slow and wicked. “That’s my girl.”

One night, after a particularly intense session - her edging you for hours before finally letting you release on her tongue - you lay tangled in sheets, sweaty and sated.

“Why ‘bunny’?” You asked curiously, tracing her piercings.

She smiled, soft and genuine. “Because you’re cute, energetic, and always thumping around wanting attention. Plus… bunnies fuck a lot.” She winked. “Fits you perfectly.”

You laughed, kissing her softly. “I love being your bunny.”

“I love my bunny’s appetite.” She replied, pulling you closer. “Now, round three? Or do you need a break?”

You were already straddling her. “What do you think?”

The last thing you expected when stepping into se-mi’s world was for the media to assume you were dating her.

One accidental viral photo of the famous rockstar leaning a little too close—her signature smirk aimed right at you—and suddenly, the internet had declared you her newest lover.

The problem? se-mi wasn’t exactly denying it.

“Should I kiss you, or do you just like to torture yourself?” se-mi teased, leaning against the vanity in her dressing room, watching you through the mirror.

You had come here for a simple explanation, a chance to clear your name before the media frenzy spiralled further out of control. But with se-mi, nothing was ever simple.

“I— I just think maybe we should say something,” you stammered, resisting the urge to fidget under her intense gaze.

“People are going crazy over this. Shouldn’t we tell them it’s a misunderstanding?”

Se-mi hummed thoughtfully, pushing herself off the counter and sauntering toward you. “Hmm… I could do that,” she mused. “But where’s the fun in that?”

Your breath hitched as she stopped just inches away, her presence overwhelming.

“This is fun for you?” you accused, crossing your arms over your chest, trying to ignore the way her eyes flickered down ever so briefly before she grinned.

"of course it is,” she said smoothly. “You really have no idea what you do to me, do you?”

Your brow furrowed and you tilted your head in confusion.

Se-mi’s fingers traced along the edge of your pastel-colored skirt before tugging lightly at the fabric. “You show up looking this cute, all soft and sweet, and I’m supposed to focus on my concert? So unfair.”

You had always been undeniably feminine—delicate lace trims, soft pinks, flowing skirts, and perfectly styled hair. You took pride in your appearance, always making sure your perfume was light and floral, your nails pristine and polished. The contrast between you and Se-mi’s edgy, dark aesthetic was almost comical, yet it only seemed to fuel her amusement. Your wardrobe alone was enough to make her tease you endlessly, calling you her ‘princess’ whenever she got the chance.

Heat bloomed on your cheeks, and you turned away, clutching your purse closer like it would shield you. “That’s not— You’re ridiculous.”

She chuckled, taking your chin between two fingers and tilting your face back to her. “youre really cute, y’know. Should I tease you more or be nice?” She leaned in, her lips a breath away from your ear. “Actually… nevermind. I like watching you squirm.”

Your heartbeat hammered in your chest, and you weren’t sure if it was from embarrassment or something much worse—something thrilling.

Taking advantage of your dazed state, Se-mi moved behind you, placing her hands on your shoulders as she peered at your reflection in the mirror. “Hmm,” she mused. “Since you’re here, you might as well help me get ready.”

Before you could protest, she grabbed a delicate pearl necklace from the vanity and handed it to you, turning around and sweeping her hair over one shoulder. “Be a sweetheart and put it on for me?”

Your fingers fumbled slightly as you reached up, the warmth of her skin under your touch making it impossible to focus. As you clasped the necklace, she turned her head slightly, her lips just barely grazing your knuckles.

You froze.

Se-mi’s gaze flicked up to meet yours in the mirror, a lazy smirk curling on her lips.

“You keep looking at my lips through the mirror.” she murmured, voice dripping with amusement.

You let go of the necklace like it burned you, stepping back quickly. “Y-You’re impossible.”

She laughed, flipping her hair over her shoulder before turning to face you fully. “You love it.”

And the worst part was… maybe she was right.

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Later, after Se-mi finished getting ready, you found yourself sitting in her dressing room as she picked up a sleek black guitar, idly strumming a few notes. The melody was effortless, her fingers moving with practiced ease over the strings.

You weren’t sure when you started staring, but you definitely were.

Se-mi caught your gaze and smirked without missing a beat. “If you like my hands so much, you could just ask me to touch you, sweetheart.”

Your mouth opened, then closed, heat creeping up your neck. “I wasn’t— I mean—”

She laughed, setting the guitar down and leaning forward, elbows on her knees as she peered at you with amusement. “You’re so easy to tease.”

Before you could argue, she suddenly patted her lap. “Come here.”

You blinked. “What?”

She gestured again, as if it were the most casual thing in the world. “Sit. I need to adjust my tuning, and you’re the perfect armrest.”

You hesitated, but the expectant look in her eyes made it clear—she wasn’t taking no for an answer. Reluctantly, you sat, smoothing down the ruffles of your soft skirt as you felt her arms subtly tighten around your waist while she positioned the guitar again.

“You fit so perfectly," she murmured. "Maybe I should make this a habit—having you right here, all soft and sweet just for me." she murmured. Se-mi chuckled after realizing how forward her words were, but the smug look never left her face.

You swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way her breath tickled your neck. “I can sit somewhere else, you know.”

“But where’s the fun in that?” she shot back, fingers gliding over the strings effortlessly.

She kept strumming idly, her voice dropping lower. “You’re so easy to fluster, you know that? I could say anything right now, and you’d probably melt.”

“I wouldn’t.” you mumbled, but your burning face betrayed you.

Se Mi hummed, smirking. “Oh? So if I leaned in right now… whispered in your ear about how pretty you look, how sweet you must taste… if I told you how much I love seeing you like this—all soft, delicate, pliant—just waiting for me to ruin you…” her fingers ghosted along your wrist, tracing slow, lazy patterns, “...you wouldn’t be trembling?”

Your breath caught. She leaned in, lips dangerously close to your skin.

“You’re holding your breath,” she teased, her voice silk-smooth. “Are you that affected, sweetheart? You cant even speak.”

You exhaled shakily, your whole body burning. “se-mi—”

She chuckled, finally pulling away. “Adorable.”

The intimate moment was suddenly interrupted by a knock on the door.

Se-mi sighed dramatically but didn’t move. “Come in, if you must.”

Minsu peeked inside, raising an eyebrow at the scene before them—Se-mi lazily holding her guitar, you sitting in her lap, her arm still draped around you like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“…Am I interrupting something?” he asked, amused.

Se-mi smirked. “Oh, not at all.”

You immediately scrambled to get up, but Se-mi held you firm for a second longer before letting you go, laughing softly as you avoided eye contact.

As the bandmate left, she turned back to you, eyes twinkling with mischief. “So jumpy. Should we play a game to loosen you up?”

You eyed her warily. “What kind of game?”

“A staring contest.” Her grin widened. “Loser grants the winner a favour.”

You narrowed your eyes. “You’re awfully confident.”

“Of course.” She leaned in, her nose nearly touching yours. “You can barely last five seconds without looking away.”

Determined, you held her gaze. Seconds passed, and despite your best efforts, your face grew hotter under her unwavering smirk.

"You know, if you keep looking at me like that, I might just have to kiss you… and I don’t think you’d stop me."

You lost.

Se-mi tapped her chin, pretending to think. “Hmm. What favour should I ask for?”

“…Just get it over with.”

Her eyes gleamed. “Kiss me.”

Your breath caught. “What?”

She tilted her head. “Unless you’re too shy? I can always think of something else.”

You knew she was enjoying this far too much—but the question remained. Were you really going to back down?

Just as you instinctively leaned in—whether from the moment or the sheer gravity of her presence—you froze. Se-mi grinned, her lips hovering just inches from yours, her breath warm against your skin.

“Were you expecting something, princess?” she teased, voice barely above a whisper.

Your pulse jumped, and you pulled back quickly, flustered. “I-I wasn’t—”

Se-mi chuckled, tilting her head. “Cute.”