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❧ 𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: Kang sae-byeok x fem!reader
❧ 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: I'm really sorry for taking so long to post! I was very sick, but I'm feeling much better now. By the way, I was thinking about writing something pairing Se-mi what do you guys think?
❧ 𝘚𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴: A long night, stolen glances, and a tension that refuses to fade. When the moment finally snaps, it’s all heat, desire, and everything they’ve been holding back.
❧The sound of keys jingling at the door makes your heart skip a beat. You don’t have to turn around to know it’s her your girlfriend Sae-byeok. You hear the familiar soft exhale she always releases, signaling that she had a tough day, when she steps inside, the faint scent of cherry and cigarettes mixing into the air. You smile to yourself as you stand in the kitchen, stirring nothing in particular, waiting for her to take notice of you.
You feel her eyes on you before you even look up. Her gaze burns into you, drinking you in, tracing over every inch. You don’t need her words to know exactly what she’s thinking. Her eyes always say more than her lips ever will. And you already knew that your choice of picking her clothes to wear would make her go crazy.
“So when will I get my hoodie back?” Sae-byeok’s voice is low, edged with a smirk. You don’t have to see her to know she’s tilting her head, arms crossed, pretending to be annoyed but completely enjoying the sight of you in her favorite hoodie.
You turn toward her, her attention making your skin tingle. “I don’t know, never?” You tease, grinning.
“Oh yeah?” She steps closer, the weight of her presence making you shiver. You barely have time to react before she’s in front of you, hands reaching up to cup your face. Her thumb brushes against your lips, lingering just long enough to steal your breath before she leans in, pressing her lips to yours.
The kiss is slow, teasing, like she’s taking her time memorizing you. When she pulls back, she studies your face, her dark eyes gleaming with something unreadable. “You’ll see then” she murmurs before finally moving to drop her bag and kick off her shoes, going back to you.
“We have to get ready for dinner, you know.” You cross your arms, rising an eyebrow, amusement laced in your tone.
“I know, sweetheart. Let’s go then.” The way she says it—so casual—sends warmth to your cheeks. And when she places a hand on the small of your back, guiding you toward the bedroom, you already know she’s doing it on purpose. She loves making you flustered, she does it just to get reactions from you, and it always works.
❧The shower feels like it lasts forever, the warm water easing you. When you step out, towel wrapped around you, your wet hair clinging to your shoulders, you don’t expect to be greeted by the sight of Sae-byeok already half-dressed.
She stands near the dresser, facing the mirror adjusting the sleeves of her black button-up—only half-buttoned, revealing the ink of her chest tattoo right in the center of her chest, a delicate crescent moon, inked in deep black. The curve is razor-sharp, like the moon itself was carved onto her. The fabric hangs loose over her baggy black pants, and her damp hair falls in messy strands around her face. The moment you lay eyes on her, your brain short-circuits.
She looks up, catching you staring, and the slow smirk that spreads across her lips makes your stomach flip. “Do you like what you see?”
Your cheeks burn instantly. “Shut up, Sae.” You look away, hoping to compose yourself, but then you feel her fingers under your chin, gently tilting your face back toward her.
“You’re just so obvious,” she murmurs before kissing you again, slower this time. Her hands cradle your face, thumbs brushing against your cheekbones, while yours instinctively find her arms, feeling the tension in them. She sighs into your lips, as if the kiss is something she needs just as much as you do.
You break apart, breathless. “I have to get ready, Sae. You’re distracting me.”
She grins, mischief glinting in her eyes. “How am I distracting you, huh?” She tucks a strand of damp hair behind your ear, her fingers lingering a second too long.
“By being like that.” You gesture vaguely at her, hoping she won’t make you spell it out.
But of course, she does. “Like what?”
You huff, shaking your head. “I’m not gonna tell you because you already know, and you’re just torturing me on purpose.”
She chuckles, low and amused, before flopping onto your bed, arms behind her head. You turn to the mirror, picking up your straightener. You know she’s watching. She always does. When it comes to you she just admires you all the time.
You take your time with your hair, knowing how much she loves it when it’s straight, just as much as natural. When you finally slip into your dress—a long, dark blue with embroidered flowers—you pull on a white cardigan and glance at her through the mirror.
Her gaze is heavier now, sharper, like she’s seeing you for the first time all over again. Her lips part slightly, and you catch the way her cheeks turn just the faintest shade of red. But she doesn’t speak.
A sudden nervousness creeps in. “Do you like it, Sae?” You spin a little, smiling, trying to see her reaction.
She exhales a quiet, “Shit…” and stands, closing the distance between you in an instant.
Her hands find your waist, gripping tighter than usual. “I love it,” she confesses, voice almost reverent. Her fingers flex, pulling you even closer. “I love it so much, you are so beautiful.”
Your breath catches at her tone. She’s still looking at you, still tracing over every inch of you with her eyes, but there’s something different now. Something deeper.
She inches closer, your breaths mixing, her scent mixing with yours. You watch as she bites her bottom lip—a habit you know too well, and a habit that always turned you on. The sight of her mouth, already red from how hard she’s been biting, makes your stomach flutter.
She sits at the edge of the bed, patting her lap. The invitation is unspoken, but understood.
You settle on her lap, your legs bracketing her waist, the silky fabric of your dress pooling around you, draping over her thighs. Her hands immediately find their place—one resting on your hip, the other splayed against your lower back, pressing you just a little closer. The warmth of her touch seeps through the thin material, sending a shiver down your spine. You can feel her breathing shift, slow and deliberate, her fingers tightening their hold as she lets her head fall back slightly to look up at you.
Her dark eyes flicker between yours and your lips, the dim lighting catching the sharpness of her gaze. You swear you hear the faintest hitch in her breath.
"You know what you're doing to me, don’t you?" Sae murmurs, her voice lower than usual, edged with something rough, something dangerous.
Your hands move up her arms, feeling the tension in her muscles, the way she’s holding herself back. "Do I?" you tease with false innocence tilting your head, your fingers tracing the vein running along her forearm, feeling the way it pulses under your touch.
She exhales sharply through her nose, her jaw clenching. "Yeah. You do." Her fingers flex on your hip, then slide lower, just barely brushing the slit of your dress. "Walking around looking like that. In that dress. Like you’re trying to kill me. Like you want me to lose my mind."
You swallow hard, pulse hammering in your throat. "Maybe I do."
Her smirk is lazy, but her grip tightens. She tugs you forward, the fabric of your dress shifting as your bodies press together, her nose brushing against yours, her breath warm against your lips. "You should be careful what you wish for."
Your fingers slide up her neck, threading into her hair at the nape, tugging just enough to make her exhale through her teeth. "And if I’m not?"
She lets out a low chuckle, but there’s no humor in it—just pure, smoldering lust. "Then I’ll have to teach you a lesson."
Your breath stutters when she presses her lips to your jaw, lingering, her lips barely touching your skin as they trail down to the hollow of your throat. "Sae..."
She hums, her hands gripping your waist tighter, as if grounding herself. "Say the word, and we’re skipping dinner."
Her lips hover over yours, close enough to steal your next breath, but she waits. Teasing. Testing. Letting you feel every ounce of restraint she’s barely holding onto.
"Tempting," you whisper, your voice unsteady, your fingers digging into her shoulders, feeling the ripple of her muscles beneath your touch.
She grins against your skin. "I’d make it worth it"
And just when you think she’s finally going to kiss you, she pulls back, dark eyes drinking you in, her smirk downright sinful. "But I guess we should go. Don’t want to keep everyone waiting."
Your frustrated groan only makes her chuckle. "You’re evil," you mumble, trying to steady your breath.
She grins, pressing a quick, lingering kiss to your jaw before whispering against your skin, "Only for you, sweetheart."
❧The car ride to the restaurant is thick with unspoken tension, the kind that lingers in the space between shared glances and teasing smirks. The streetlights cast golden streaks across Sae’s face, illuminating the sharp angles of her jaw and the amused glint in her dark eyes. Her hand rests on your thigh, fingers tracing patterns against the fabric of your dress, a silent reminder of what just transpired before you left.
“You know we’re late,” you murmur, turning slightly to face her.
Sae hums, her eyes still fixed on the road. “And whose fault is that?”
Her grip tightens just slightly on your leg. “Mmm. Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it.”
Heat rises to your cheeks, and you swat at her arm lightly, making her laugh. The air between you is still charged, each subtle touch a silent provocation, each glance a promise. By the time you arrive, you’re still feeling her presence, heart pounding just a little too fast.
Inside, your friends are already gathered, drinks in hand, laughter echoing through the space. As soon as they spot you both, a wave of knowing smirks spreads around the table.
“Well, well, well,” Se-mi drawls, tapping her glass. “Look who finally decided to show up.”
“And looking suspiciously flustered,” adds Dae-ho, his eyes flickering between you and Sae. “Wonder why that is.”
You roll your eyes, sliding into the seat beside Sae, who, of course, looks completely unbothered.
“I mean, I don’t blame them,” Se-mi continues, grinning. "Sae-byeok probably lost her mind the second she walked out the door.”
Sae tilts her head, her expression unreadable, but you feel her fingers lightly brush against your knee under the table. “Maybe,” she says, the corner of her lips twitching.
“Oh, so you admit it?” Gi-hun teases. “Knew it.
The table erupts in laughter as you groan, covering your face with your hands. “You guys are the worst.”
Sae leans back, exuding pure amusement.
“Oh, absolutely,” Se-mi says, pretending to sigh. “Must be nice, making out instead of rushing to dinner like the rest of us peasants.”
“I never said anything about making out,” Sae counters, her voice smooth, deliberate.
That only makes things worse.
“Oh my god, you totally did!” Gi-hun points an accusatory finger. “Sae-byeok, you’re a terrible influence. Look at her, showing up late and looking… what’s the word? Wrecked?”
You gape at him. “I do not look wrecked!”
“You kinda do,” Se-mi grins. “But in a cute way.”
Before you can argue, Sae finally steps in, shaking her head with a lazy smirk. “Alright, alright, that’s enough,” she says, though there’s no real authority in her tone. She’s enjoying this far too much, and your friends too.
Se-mi raises her hands in mock surrender. “Fine, fine. We’ll stop… for now.”
Dinner continues, laughter weaving effortlessly between clinking glasses and shared memories. It feels good to be surrounded by them again, the easy companionship, the warmth of old friends. You catch yourself stealing glances at Sae-byeok, watching the way her usually reserved demeanor melts in their presence. She’s laughing more, shoulders relaxed, eyes bright. The sight fills you with a quiet, overwhelming happiness. It makes your chest swell with warmth—seeing her like this, at ease, happy.
Throughout the meal, Sae’s hand remains on your thigh, fingers occasionally squeezing, thumb rubbing slow, absentminded circles. Sometimes, she reaches for your hand beneath the table, lacing her fingers through yours, grounding you in her presence.
The alcohol made everything feel a little dreamier, a little slower—the warmth of it settled in your limbs, making you giggly, making Sae watch you with that unreadable, amused expression of hers. Her hand rested on your thigh, her thumb moving in slow, absentminded circles, grounding you in the best way.
You tilt your head, blinking at her, eyes tracing the sharpness of her jaw, the slope of her nose, the way the dim light catches the freckles scattered across her cheekbones. “Babe,” you murmur, reaching up to brush your fingers over them. “You’re so beautiful.”
Sae chuckles, catching your hand, but not pulling it away. “Yeah?”
You nod, dazed. “And I love your freckles.” You trace one, then another, your fingertip featherlight against her skin. “So pretty.”
Her lips quirk. “Thank you, pretty girl. You’re gorgeous yourself.”
Heat rushes to your face, and before you can stop yourself, you let out a tiny, breathy sound and tuck yourself against her neck, your nose brushing against her skin. She stills, just for a second, before you feel her exhale against your ear.
“What’s this?” she murmurs, tilting her head slightly, letting you burrow closer. “Shy all of a sudden?”
You hum, pressing your lips lightly to the column of her throat, not quite a kiss, just a touch. “M’not shy.”
Sae lets out a slow breath, her hand sliding up your back, fingers spreading between your shoulder blades, keeping you there. “Oh, really?” Her voice is quieter now, lower, but there’s something sharp underneath it. “Because I think you’re hiding.”
You shift slightly, just enough for your lips to graze her pulse, and you don’t miss the way she tenses for half a second before covering it up with a soft chuckle. “And I think,” you whisper, “you like when I hide in you like this.”
Sae huffs out a laugh, but the way her fingers tighten against your spine tells you everything you need to know. “Troublemaker.”
You smile against her skin, then tilt your head to glance up at her. “You love it.”
Her smirk is lazy, her grip on you firm. “I do.” Her lips brush your temple, slow, deliberate. “Now be careful, sweetheart. You keep teasing, and I might forget we have an audience.”
A thrill runs through you at the promise in her tone, at the way her breath tickles your skin.
“Maybe I want you to forget,” you whisper.
Sae’s thumb presses just a little harder against your back, her lips hovering over your jaw. “Oh, sweetheart,” she murmurs, her voice nothing but smoke and silk, “you have no idea what you’re asking for.”
Se-mi watches the interaction from afar with a grin. “Good luck with that one.”
Sae just laughs, wrapping an arm around you, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.
The night stretches on, the table buzzing with conversations and inside jokes. Every laugh, every teasing remark, every fleeting touch under the table makes you feel weightless. It’s a night you didn’t realize you needed, and with Sae beside you, her presence solid and reassuring, you feel more at home than ever.
It was late, and exhaustion weighed heavy on your body. The slow hum of a song drifted through the car, mingling with the faint sound of Sae’s fingers tapping against the steering wheel. The warmth of the ride, the steady rhythm of the road, the lingering buzz from the drinks—it all made it so easy to slip into sleep.
Somewhere in the distance, you felt the car slow, the familiar sensation of home drawing near. The engine cut off, a soft sigh left Sae’s lips, and then—warm hands slid beneath you, lifting you effortlessly from the seat. The scent of her, crisp and familiar, wrapped around you like a second skin. Even half-asleep, your body instinctively curled toward her.
She tried to be careful, but the moment she shifted her grip to adjust your weight, your feet slipped from her hold, hitting the ground. The sudden impact jolted you awake, a soft gasp escaping as your balance wavered.
Sae huffed a quiet laugh, steadying you with a firm hand on your back. “Guess that didn’t go as smoothly as I planned,” she murmured, her voice warm.
Blinking sleep from your eyes, you leaned into her touch, your head still clouded with drowsiness. “You good, sleepy?” she asked, rubbing slow circles against your back as she reached into your purse for the keys.
You yawned, offering her a lazy smile as you watched her unlock the door with ease. “Mmm… yeah, I was so tired,” you admitted, stretching slightly before following her inside.
Sae shut the door behind you, tossing the keys onto the entryway table. “Yeah, I noticed. You were also a little flirt, you know?” She turned to you, an amused smirk tugging at her lips.
You groaned, rubbing a hand over your face as the heat of embarrassment crept in. “No, I wasn’t.”
Sae cocked her head, feigning innocence. “Oh? So, you don’t remember practically drooling over me at dinner?”
Your eyes widened. “I was not drooling—”
She took a slow step closer, her expression teasing.
You gasped and laughed, reaching out to swat at her. “Sae! Stop!”
She dodged effortlessly, grinning. “It was cute, though.”
Groaning, you turned away, going to the kitchen. You needed water—something to distract you from the way your pulse picked up. The moment you gripped the counter for stability, you felt her presence again. Closer this time.
“Because you—” You hesitated, gripping your glass a little tighter, suddenly unsure if you could say it out loud.
Sae-byeok didn’t let you retreat. In an instant, her fingers found your chin, tilting your face up toward hers. Her touch was firm but slow, deliberate. The playfulness in her gaze had shifted into something else—something deeper. The air between you felt heavier, intense.
She studied you, voice low. “Yeah? Say it.”
Your throat went dry. She was so close. Her body, her scent, her warmth—it all surrounded you, stealing the breath from your lungs. A nervous giggle bubbled up as you tried to look away, but her grip didn’t falter.
Her eyes darkened slightly, and she leaned in, the tension thick enough to press against your skin. “Say it.”
A shiver ran down your spine. The way she said it—low, controlled, demanding—made your heart pound harder.
You swallowed. “Because you looked amazing, Sae,” you finally whispered. “As always.”
Silence stretched between you. Her fingers lingered on your chin, her thumb brushing over your skin in slow, thoughtful strokes. And then—
Her hands were everywhere—one curled around the side of your neck, thumb pressing gently beneath your jaw, tilting your chin up just slightly, commanding you without words. The other rested on your lower back, fingers tracing slow, deliberate patterns over the fabric of your dress, as if memorizing the feel of you beneath them. You shivered, breath hitching, and Sae smirked, eyes dark, heavy with something deeper than just desire. Your own hands gripped her shoulders, knuckles white, trying to ground yourself, but the heat between you both was overwhelming, a slow burn that had finally erupted into flames.
"Look at you," she murmured, her voice low, rough around the edges. The warmth of her breath ghosted over your lips before she leaned in, catching your lower lip between her teeth, biting down just enough to make your stomach flip.
A quiet, breathy hum left your throat, your fingers digging into her shoulders to steady yourself.
She exhaled sharply, the sound almost like a chuckle. A tension so thick it felt like the air itself was pressing down on you. And then, just when you thought you couldn't take another second of this unbearable anticipation, she kissed you
It was fast, desperate, her lips crashing into yours like she had been starving for you, like she had been holding herself back for far too long. You both had. Every stolen glance at dinner, every brush of her fingers against your skin, every unspoken thought swirling between you it had all led to this, to the moment where restraint no longer mattered.
Her hands tightened on you as she kissed you harder, her grip on your waist firm as she pulled you against her body. Your hands found their way into her hair, fingers tangling in the strands, tugging her closer, needing more.
She groaned into your mouth, the sound deep and raw, sending a rush of heat straight through you. Her fingers curled into the fabric of your dress, pulling it up slightly, her touch leaving fire in its wake.
Between hurried breaths and bruising kisses, she spoke against your lips. “Do you have any idea what you did to me at dinner?”
You barely managed to find your voice, your chest rising and falling against hers. “Tell me.”
Sae-byeok let out a low chuckle, her lips brushing teasingly against yours before dragging down the side of your neck, her breath warm against your skin. "You sat there laughing like that, looking at me with those eyes" She bit down gently at the spot just below your jaw, making your breath stutter. "Like you wanted me right then and there."
You gasped, nails scratching lightly against the back of her neck. "Maybe I did."
She pulled back slightly, just enough to meet your gaze, her eyes dark and smoldering. "You should be careful saying things like that," she warned, her voice rough with restraint.
You swallowed hard, your heart hammering in your chest. "Why?"
Sae smirked, her fingers pressing just a little harder against your waist. "Because it makes me want to do things I can’t take back."
You had no time to process her words before she was kissing you again, deeper, more demanding. Her hands roamed your body like she was desperate to feel every inch of you, to claim you in ways words never could.
She guided you back until the counter pressed against the small of your back, and before you could think, she lifted you onto it effortlessly. The sudden shift made you gasp, and the sound must have done something to her because she groaned, her hands gripping your thighs as she pulled you even closer.
"You drive me fucking insane, in that fucking dress with your pretty fucking eyes," she murmured, her lips trailing lower, kissing, biting, leaving marks of her claim against your neck.
You shivered, fingers tightening in her hair. "Sae—"
She silenced you with another kiss, her tongue sweeping against yours, her hands holding you in place like she never wanted to let you go. Every touch, every kiss was laced with the fire of everything you had both been holding back.
"You were such a tease tonight," she whispered against your lips, her hands sliding up your thighs. "All those little glances, touching me under the table—"
Your breath hitched. "I—"
She smirked against your skin, her lips brushing on your ear. "I hope you know I'm going to make you pay for that."
Your stomach flipped, anticipation mixing with the heat already pooling in your veins.
"Good," you whispered, your fingers digging into her shoulders. "I want you to."
Sae groaned, her control snapping as she kissed you again, harder, deeper, as if she wanted to consume you entirely.
And honestly, you were already hers.
She pulled back just enough to smirk against your lips, her thumb grazing your cheek. "Were you this desperate back at dinner?" she teased, her breath warm against your mouth.
Your lips were swollen, parted as you tried to steady your breathing. "You were the one touching my leg," you shot back, voice shaky but defiant.
"And you didn’t stop me." Her grip on your waist tightened before she kissed you again, deeper this time, almost punishing.
Sae's mouth trailed down your jaw, then lower, grazing over your neck before she sucked lightly, making you arch into her. Her hands found your thighs. A quiet moan slipped from your lips, and she groaned in response, gripping you tighter.
"You have no idea what you do to me," she murmured, her voice rough as she kissed her way back up, capturing your lips once more, claiming every breath, every sound, as if she needed to memorize them all.
Her hands traveled up your thighs, fingertips pressing into your skin, igniting sparks beneath her touch. She traced slow circles over the sensitive flesh, teasing, testing. The heat between you was unbearable, every movement deliberate, every breath stolen.
"All night..." she whispered, lips brushing against your ear, voice dripping with restraint. "I've been waiting to get you alone."
You shivered, fingers tangling in her hair as you pulled her closer. "Then stop holding back"
Her lips moved down your throat, sucking, tasting, leaving a path of heat. You gasped as her hands trailed up your sides, her fingertips grazing the fabric of your dress, teasing the edge, and slightly brushing on your lace underwear. The counter beneath you felt cold against your skin, a stark contrast to the warmth of her body pressing into yours.
"Sae..." you breathed, barely able to form words between the relentless kisses she was tracing up your leg.
"I know," she murmured against your skin before going up. "I know, I'm going to take really good care of you pretty"
