"It’s fifty-fifty. It either happens or it doesn’t."
You set your glass down on the table so hard it nearly cracks. "It is not fifty-fifty."
She shrugs—Chaewon’s quintessential uncaring attitude about anything you say—as she falls down into the couch. "But it is, though." She pops open another beer like she hasn’t had enough to drink already.
She always does this. Chooses some ridiculously wrong position to dig her heels in. Like if she just believes it to be true, the universe will bend to her will out of sheer exasperation. You should just ignore it, and just let her believe what she wants to believe. There really is no point to it with her. You drag a hand down your face, because you've been here before. You’re always here. There is a universe where you’ve been having this argument since the dawn of time. Monty Hall sits upon his cosmic throne and watches you suffer.
"You pick a door," she says, holding up one finger like she's making a serious mathematical point and not actively committing a war crime against logic. "And then Monty—whoever the fuck he is—opens another door. And now there’s two left. So, you know. Fifty-fifty. You either win the prize or you don’t win shit."
“You’re a fucking idiot.”
And she still doesn’t care. If anything, she revels in your frustration, grinning and taking a lazy sip from her beer.
“I thought you liked your girls a little stupid,” she muses. You like Chaewon. Always have; since before her rejection and until now.
She might be onto something.
“That’s what I saw earlier at the club, anyway,” she mumbles, and it’s pointed, a sharp dagger concealed by a hushed voice.
You pay it no mind. It’s just Chaewon being Chaewon. Doing everything in her power to annoy the fuck out of you. You shake your head. “I like my girls with a basic understanding of probability.”
She hums, her gaze dragging over you, and it lingers. Long. Too long. So long it’s causing the alcohol induced haze to retreat from your brain. Then she just smiles again, takes another sip, and the buzz is back.
Chaewon stretches, arms flexed into a peak above her head, sliding against the backrest of the couch, her head landing against the armrest of the couch opposite of where you're sitting. Her legs stretch out off of the floor, her dress riding up, clinging to and stretching on her hips.
It’s a performance, designed to squeeze out resistance from any sap that would dare defy her. It’s impossible to tell if this is just Chaewon’s purest form, her instincts kicking in to naturally make any man submit, or if it’s a carefully crafted weapon, deliberately utilised and aimed with immaculate precision. Either way, it’s fucking lethal.
Lace-trimmed thigh-high covered feet land in your lap, crossed. You glance down at them. Stifle a thought of fucking the exposed part of skin right below her dress and above her socks. Breathe out through your nose, annoyed.
She sees. She was waiting for you to see, to be more exact.
“What?” she asks, but she knows the answer. Feigning innocence, but the chances of it convincing you are slim. “Is the view not to your liking?”
You flick your eyes up to meet hers. Flat. Unamused. Stern. “Jesus, Chaewon.”
She cocks a half smile, hands up in the air like she’s being put under arrest but confident she can flirt her way out of it. “Relax. It’s just a joke.‘
Right. Just a joke. One she’s been playing at for far too long now. One you’re absolutely not in the mood for tonight. One that is quintessentially Chaewon. Mean. Sloppy. Reckless.
That’s what alcohol does to her. She gets all handsy and touchy and feely, disregarding any feelings or reservations you’d have about being touched meaninglessly by the girl that didn’t want you.
And the joke is not exclusive to you either. You’ve seen her like this before, with other guys. Hands on their shoulders and theirs on her hips, leaning in too close, laughing too loud. It’s just her usual mess. It doesn’t mean anything.
She’s warm, just warm enough that you can feel her through your clothes. But warm enough to make you fear the sparks could ignite something that shouldn’t be. Before you can have any more prohibited thoughts, you shift, trying to nudge her legs off of you.
She doesn’t budge. Deliberately. Straight up refuses to even acknowledge the attempt.
You sigh. “Get your legs off of me.”
Chaewon blinks at you, lashes fluttering faster than your heart can beat, her lips pouting— a poor substitute for saying she can’t believe you’d say that to someone this cute. She chuckles, transforms it into a smirk, and tilts her head.
“Make me.”
She presses the arch of her foot against your crotch. It’s right on target. Light. Testing. Provocating.
It’s impossible not to react. You could sit here, not do anything, let her rub your hardening cock through your pants a bit, enjoy the feeling of her getting you worked up. But that’s not what this is about. You know this pattern. As soon as you acknowledge it, it stops, and even if it didn’t, it would all be meaningless.
So you react. You grab her ankle, and shove her legs off of you.
She lets out a soft “oh,” before laughing, low and amused. She works herself back up right, shifting her legs underneath her, but she doesn’t look the slightest bit deterred.
“Wow,” she mocks. “Sensitive.”
You roll your eyes, reaching for your drink. It’s water. Unlike Chaewon, you know when to quit, much to her annoyance. “Stop being weird and focus.”
“I am focused!” she retorts, all tension and energy. “Are you focused?” she says finally, slow, saccharine, like honey that's taking its sweet time to drip from a spoon into your mouth. “Not too distracted by how fuckable I look in this dress?”
You don’t acknowledge it. Again, no point. You set your glass down with a deliberate clink— any noise to replace what she just asked—then reach for three random objects on the coffee table; her phone, a book, and a coaster.
“We’re settling this tonight.”
She puts her beer back on the table, folds her hands in her lap, and sits with her whole body pointed at you. She shakes her body loose with slight movements. Then, slowly, she smiles.
“Please,” she says, voice sultry and teasing. “Teach me a lesson, professor.”
You’ve probably explained the theory to Chaewon more times than there are episodes of the show that inspired the discussion. It’s time for a practical run-through. You grab the three nearest things you can find and leave standing upright to function as make-shift doors—your phone, your glass of water, and a book Chaewon has been quipping from for the past month, How to Date Men When You Hate Men—and you form a neat row of three. “Let’s drill it into your skull. Three doors. One has a prize. Pick one.”
And for all the effort you put in, she barely looks. Eyes on you, finger pointing in a different direction. “The book.”
“Right, and that was a random choice out of three, meaning—”
“That I was either right or I was wrong. Fifty-fifty.” She shrugs, and shuts the door on this method of having her understand.
She’s perfectly frustrating. “it’s not fifty-fifty—”
She shifts the opposite way from her previous slide, her head landing in your lap. Her cheek rests against your thigh, and her provocation pokes at your heart. She gazes up at you, lashes fluttering a hypnotic rhythm. “This is more comfortable. Keep going.”
How could you?
“Chaewon.”
She hums, but she doesn’t acknowledge your protest. “What? Does having a cute girl’s face this close to your dick make you nervous?”
Ignore it. If you acknowledge it, it only gets worse. You push it down, she’ll eventually grow bored, and as long as the boulder doesn’t slip from your hands, you’ll be done with this forever. “Okay, so now, Monty—”
“You’re looking a little serious,” she muses, herself looking anything but. “Would you look like that while getting head? All furrowed brows, all focused?” Her lips curve deviously like the curveballs she’s throwing you. “Or would you be more relaxed? I can go deep, you know. No need to worry about me.”
Every cell in your body is telling you to push back, take her up on what she’s offering, and let her ruin this night. But you know. You’d get your hopes up, but she’d just call it a silly joke. Keep ignoring it. She’ll get bored.
You take a slow breath. Slow down your rhythm. “Are you done? Monty opens a door that isn’t the prize. That leaves two doors with potential. Your first pick was only right one-third of the time, so if you switch—”
“Aaaah.” Her mouth opens, tongue peeking out like a landing strip, eyes fluttering shut like she’s waiting for you to shove your cock inside.
That’s it.
You shove her off, not rough, but firm, standing up from the couch you might have sunk in immediately. “Can you cut it the fuck out?”
She’s back upright, giggling, back landing against the couch, legs curled beneath her. “What’s wrong? Blood rushing away from your head?”
“Do you ever stop?”
Her arms stretch over her head again, and you’re starting to see a pattern with the way her dress is stretching against her hips. “Not when I’m having fun.”
It’s maddening. Talking with Chaewon is selecting a door, continuing to talk with her is being shown the wrong door and choosing to take it willingly. “You really don’t care how frustrating you make the Monty Hall problem, do you?”
She smirks. She must think she has it all figured out. “I already told you. Either something happens, or it doesn’t. Fifty-fifty, dude.”
“That’s really not how probability works.”
“That’s how life works.”
You shake your head, and accompany it with an equally disappointed sigh. “You just don’t want to admit when you’ve made the wrong choice.”
She stills, and it’s eerie. It shouldn’t have happened. Then, like a mask slipping back, she recovers with a sly grin. “Or maybe I just like my way better.”
Before you can argue, she makes her move, getting up, pressing against your arm, chest squishy, warm and deliberate against you. “But you can explain it to me as many times as you want.”
She’s impossible. “Chaewon—”
And she leaves no room for response. “Go on,” she purrs, pushing her tits smush against your bicep, molding around the way your muscles tense. “Teach me.”
Your patience and her dress have one thing in common. They’re both razor-thin. “I mean it.”
She hums, and she smiles, and she’s convinced you’re going to give in any second now. “Not a fan anymore of me touching you?” Her voice drops, all warmth and provocation. “Would you rather reverse the roles, have you touch me? Be careful. I’m sensitive.”
Your fingers wrap around her wrist, pulling it high with a firm and stern motion. “Cut it out.”
She clicks her tongue, and scowls in return. The joke is over, and you ruined her fun. “You liked it plenty when that slut at the club was all over you.”
“That’s different,” you say, your jaw tightening up. She knows it is, and it’s not fair. Does she think she can get away with it just because you’ve got a thing for her? Or, used to have, you try to convince yourself.
She’s so clearly unimpressed it’s almost hurtful. It wasn’t a lie though. It was different, that girl at the club never tore your heart out. But none of that matters when Chaewon wants to have her fun. She scoffs. “Must’ve been nice. You didn’t even flinch when she touched you. Just leaned into her, didn’t push her away like you do with me.”
You don’t answer. You let go of her wrist, sit back down, unsure what to make if anything yourself. You could have gone home with ‘that slut’. Had a great evening. Instead, you’re here, keeping your promise to Chaewon that you’d make sure she got home safe, wasting another night on a girl that should have long been in your past already.
That same girl plants both her knees next to yours on the couch, dress creeping above her hips, exposing the slightest hint of black and lace panties straddling your lap, settling against you.
You hate how right she feels here.
She rocks her hips down, just slightly, just testing the waters. And like an experienced professional, the joke’s back on. “You sure you don’t want to have a little fun?”
Your hands clamp around her waist—not pulling her closer. Pushing her off.
She doesn’t move. Doesn’t resist. Just concedes as the distance grows.
“Come on,” she murmurs, trying to make sense of it all. “You used to love looking at me.”
Your arm extends fully, pushing her as far as your body allows. “That was a long time ago.”
She lets out a small scoff, more hurt than the lost one, finally relenting and shifting off your lap. The joke is no longer fun for anyone in this room.
You just have to bite the bullet. Separate her from yourself, let the alcohol fade from her system and figure out what to do after that. “Go to bed,” you exhale sharply, a forced sense of finality in your voice. “I’ll sleep here, and be gone before you wake up.”
Chaewon stares at you like you just suggested the unthinkable. Her eye twitches, a habit you’ve long learned to associate with her being so upset that something is going to break. Then, she exhales sharper than you did, standing up. “Fine. Whatever.”
She turns, stomping toward her bedroom, her pumps exploding with sound every step of the way. “It’s still fucking fifty-fifty, by the way!” she yells, right before she slams the door.
It’s suddenly silent. Silent enough to hear your heartbeat going crazy.
She’ll calm down soon enough. Hopefully.
The heat of her body still burns against you, scorching where she was pressed against you. But if you ran after her now, you’d get burned alive. You rub your hands down your face, sinking into the couch, staring into the ceiling as you mentally prepare for what’s bound to be a sleepless night. There’s no escaping those as long as Chaewon is a part of your life.
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Sleep doesn’t come.
You want to blame it on the horrible way this couch is digging into your back. Or the sounds of the city being ever present. Or the dim glow of some street lights seeping into the living room through Chaewon’s curtains that never managed to fully close. But comfort isn’t the issue.
It’s your damn mind, that can’t shut the fuck up.
Too many thoughts, all tangled together like a string of memories that wrapped around itself far too many times. Her hands, her voice, her weight in your lap. Her unusually prickly temper, and her enhanced sloppiness.
It all feels too fucking familiar, and the moment you admit that, there’s no holding it back.
It started as a night much like this one. You and Chaewon, at her place, sitting too close for friends but too far apart for lovers. Laughing at everything and nothing. Drinking just enough to make the lines blur. You had thought—maybe. Hopefully.
And for a moment, you know, you had been right. It seemed like the kind of night you’d eventually be able to tell your kids about. An edited version, to cut out the once-in-a-lifetime pounding you intended to give her, but still, magical in its own way.
The way she let you kiss her. The way she kissed you back. The way her eyelashes fluttered to pull you into the kiss. How her left thigh rode up yours. The way her fingers locked behind the nape of your neck. The way you told her you liked her.
Then the way she pulled back. The hesitation in her eyes. The way her voice broke when she said “I don’t think we should do this.”
The way a crack formed on your heart, barely being pushed together by the rest of your more logical organs as you forced yourself to nod and agree, to act like it was fine. Like you were fine. Like you hadn’t just managed to secure the right door, only to be forced to step into the wrong one.
And the way your heart formed a second crack when you saw her again. She was still the same. Still Chaewon. Like nothing had happened.
But something did happen to you.
Your phone buzzes.
It’s not easy to ignore. Chaewon is an addiction to you, the next hit of this sweet obsession entering your veins as your screen lights up.
Chaewon: You awake??
You know you should just be failing at sleeping again. This can only lead to misery.
You: Yeah.
It’s quiet for a bit, but a new message makes its way to you all the same.
Chaewon: Cant sleep
If only she knew how she cursed you with the same fate. If not for her you’d be sound asleep in your own bed right now, or even better, in the bed of that chick you met at the club. What did she say her name was again? Kazuha? Instead, you’re here, repeating old patterns with exhausted probability.
You: That sucks.
Your answers are curt. Too perfect with punctuation for your usual back and forth. She doesn’t respond right away. She might be stubborn and annoying about things she’s convinced she’s right about, but she’s never been oblivious.
Then:
Chaewon: Are we okay?
You’re upset, but not heartless. It tugs.
You: We’re fine, Chaewon
Chaewon: Thats not a yes…
You might just scream out of frustration, your phone dropping on your chest, but obviously you can’t. She’d hear. She’s impossible. So fucking stupidly impossible. And yet, you find yourself typing anyway.
You: Do you want me to lie?
The pause is longer this time. Should you feel bad or just so tired that it doesn’t matter anymore?
Chaewon: No
Chaewon: Idk
Chaewon: I just get nervous when ur like this
You: Like what??
Chaewon: Distant
Chaewon: Careful
Chaewon: Upset with me
Your fingers hover over the keyboard without action. She’s not wrong. You are being careful. It’s her fault. She’d break your heart a second time in less time it took for it to beat. That’s dangerous.
You: Idk what you want me to say Chaewon
Chaewon: Idk either…
Chaewon: But I miss how we used to talk
The memories flood in of the two of you just shooting the shit, countless evenings. Still…
You: We’re talking now.
Chaewon: U know thats not what i meant
And she’s right. You do know, but this is just easier. For you, for her. For the both of you.
Chaewon: Cant you just come over here and talk w me?
Chaewon: I miss you…
And before you can even overthink it—
You move.
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There is a thought that creeps into your mind as the door creaks open and you step into her room. Something about a lion’s den, and then another one following it up about it actually being the lionesses that do the hunting. There’s no point to it. They all fade in an instant. She’s no huntress right now. She’s vulnerable, like prey, enticing you to be the hunter, looking so ready to be pounced on; curled up beneath her blankets, only the soft shape of her against the sheets to lure you in.
“Hey.” It’s a solid way to start a conversation, but you can’t help but expect more from her after calling you in.
You nod, eyes fleeing from hers, shifting awkwardly by the door. “Hey.”
It takes a while before you move. The same goes for her. She’s squinting, her eyes getting used to the darkness. She’s always been stubborn about letting you help her get a blue light filter on her phone.
She finally stops, and for a moment, your eyes meet hers. She carries a soft smile, the kind that made you fall for her in the first place. But there’s a difference in it; barely perceptible; most definitely flown under the radar by people not so obsessed with her face. There’s precaution sewn into it. The sides of her smile are constantly shifting and trembling, like she doesn’t know whether to keep it there or to switch to a more neutral expression. Then, she shifts, her left arm pulling out from under the cover and tapping the sheets next to her, an unspoken invitation.
You sit down with a sigh, back turned towards her. You’re not far, but you’re not close either. A safe distance, you think to yourself. The mood isn’t tense, but also not comfortable. Just… unsure.
You can hear her laps part, exhale, almost say something, and then close again a couple of times. It’s not until you finally turn to face her that she speaks.
“Do you remember that summer at the beach?”
Your eyebrows raise on instinct, disbelief unmistakably painted across your face, impossible not to notice, not even in this darkness. “How could I forget?”
The muscles on her face relax as her eyes drift away from your eyes, seemingly getting lost into her pillow, which she clutches tight. “You remember how you were so worried about me you gave me a piggyback ride back to the house?”
“No,” you scoff, “I remember you guilt tripping me into carrying your soaking wet ass across the sand.” Your face turns away from her again, hands clutching the side of the bed as your eyes veer off into the distance past the window; letting the glass serve as a canvas to project your memories onto.
You hear the sheets rustle behind you as she works herself upright, before reminding you exactly why you helped her back then in the first place. “You weren’t complaining back then! You were way too busy copping a feel of my ass.”
“Okay, now that’s not fair,” you snap back much too fast, much too flustered. “I wasn’t copping a feel, I was keeping you from falling. And besides, you weren’t helping either! Just hanging there all limp, mumbling you’d never be able to walk again.”
“I mean, it just hurt so bad. That jellyfish really fucked me up,” she chuckles back, and you can feel the pressure of her back leaning against yours.
There’s a soft silence, the one drenched in feelings you’d much rather stay in, instead of moving on to an uncomfortable reality. So you keep painting, hoping the window holds your memory-scape just a little longer.
“Do you remember what we kept talking about? To keep your mind off of the pain?”
You can tell she knows in the way she responds with an “Oh my god.”
Both of you say it at the same time.
“The fucking Monty Hall problem!”
There’s a beat of silence. First it’s a chuckle. It turns into laughter, and it quickly grows uncontrolled, unstoppable. The kind that makes the memories seem brighter, makes your body feel lighter, the kind that makes you throw your head back as she does hers. You both open your eyes staring at the roof, now sharing the same canvas to display footage of past days.
“God,” you breathe, your head locked in place but your eyes drifting over towards her face. “I miss those days.”
She giggles, nose scrunching. “I don’t miss what that jellyfish did to me.”
The laughter fades, and you think that maybe, just maybe you could forget about earlier and go to bed without feeling like shit. You shift, and she does too, turning towards her as she moves back to her original spot, leaning against the headrest, crawling underneath the blankets with her legs.
Your breath catches as you look at her. Your stomach turns. “Chaewon.”
She blinks, glancing up at you. “Hmm?”
“Did you—” You inhale sharply, but you can’t afford to give her the benefit of the doubt. “Did you seriously invite me in here just to talk un-dressed like that?”
Her brows furrow. Then she follows your gaze, shifting slightly, and—
Fuck.
Black lace, delicate, thin. Your favorite.
She freezes. "Oh."
Oh? Fucking oh?
“Why the fuck are you like this?” you explode.
Her eyes widen. "No! I—" She scrambles, tugging the blanket back up over herself. “I wasn’t—”
“You said you wanted to talk, Chaewon.”
“I do!” Her voice pitches up. She’s pulling the sheets up hurriedly, using them as a shield from you, all you can see is her cheeks changing color ever so slightly. This time because of the embarrassment instead of the alcohol. “I promise… I do…”
It’s hard to believe that. It’s all so familiar, and all so fucking frustrating. “You know, this is just like you to do,” you ramble, and it’s hard to stop once you get going. “Always so fucking obsessed with getting a reaction out of me, never stopping to think for a second about how I feel!”
Her face softens, and the way she looks at you makes you sick. Like she thinks you’re right. “That’s not—”
“Isn’t it?”
“I swear!” She shouts, looking panicked and it’s enough to finally get you to shut up. “I was still out of it all, too mad and too drunk when I got back here. I just wanted to sleep. I didn’t—” and a big, shallow breath interrupts her, the kind that just appears and leaves you with less air than before. “I wasn’t thinking, okay?”
You want to believe her. But tonight has been too much. Too many provocations, too many lines blurring that she would turn back from, and in turn, you would let form scars.
Then you sigh, sitting back down. “Okay.”
“Are you…” her voice trembles as she tries to figure out the specifics of your answer. “You’re shaking. Are you mad?”
Your mind is still trying to slow down, and answering gets forgotten. She takes that as an answer, obviously. “I’m sorry.”
“I’m not so mad that I’d be shaking, you idiot.” Your voice is quiet. “It’s just way too fucking cold in here. And I was thinking.”
There’s no hesitation, because that’s just how Chaewon is as she shifts, making room. “Get under the covers.”
“Chaewon, please—” you start, but she’s not having it.
“I won’t try anything, okay? I promise,” she interrupts you, sounding calmer already. There’s a touch of pleading in it, but not the whiny kind she uses to get you worked up. It’s more desperate, more real. “Just give me a chance to prove I’m being serious.”
You don’t move at first. Stubbornness is inherent to both of you, after all. She tugs on the sheets impatiently. You sigh, but it’s obviously performative, a last jab at her to let her know you’re only doing this just because you’re cold. And she wasn’t lying. She properly keeps her distance, just sharing the warmth of the bed. It’s immediate and comforting, but you don’t allow yourself to sink into it.
“See?” she murmurs. “Not a trap.”
Not yet. You don’t dare say it, but you don’t have to. She sees the thoughts in your eyes. So she shuffles, turning away from you.
The silence stretches so long you start focusing on the noises it can’t beat into submission. Your breathing. Her breathing. The creaking and crumpling sound of the bed and the sheets as you move.
“I wanted to talk, and we talked so… that’s—that’s good. I guess,” she whispers. “I mean, I wouldn’t mind talking some more.” She lets a little space in between for you to insert yourself into. You never do. “But if you’d rather pretend like I’m not here, I get that too. I’ll shut up.”
It’s endearing, and your response is a little mean, letting her wait in silence for just a little longer before replying.
“I’m not pretending. I need somebody to blame the lack of space I have in this bed.”
She smiles, soft. You can’t see it, obviously, but you feel it. Somehow. She shifts under the blanket, closer but not touching. She’s apprehensive. And she meant what she said.
“Is this the first time we’ve slept in the same bed?” she asks, but she masks her tone enough that she could play it off as talking to herself if you decided to not respond.
“Nope,” you correct her. “There was that one time in sophomore year. You showed up at my door at, like, three in the morning. Absolutely shitfaced, mind you.”
She lets out a small, embarrassed groan, and you know you’re on the right track.
“I remember that,” she mumbles. “Barely.”
“You couldn’t figure out how to get to your dorm. Said not even Monty Hall could help you find the right door.”
“How do you remember all that?” Chaewon questions, like you had no right to have that memory.
“Are you kidding me? How could I forget? I told you to take my bed, and that I was gonna crash on the couch,” you continue explaining, your lips curling upwards.
“But I didn’t let you?”
“Nope. You didn’t trust my roommate worth shit. Which, fair.”
She doesn’t say anything. You keep going though, less for her alone or you alone, both for you both.
“You grabbed my wrist when I tried to walk away. Looked me dead in the eye and said, and I quote, ‘Don’t leave me alone with that guy here, he smells like crusty socks and assault.’”
Chaewon lets out a strangled sound that’s half mortified laugh, half groan. “Oh my God.”
“So I gave in. Got in bed next to you. Fully clothed. On top of the covers. Like a gentleman.”
“You didn’t sleep for a second that night, did you?”
“Of course not. You starfished. One arm across my chest, one leg thrown over me like a fucking seatbelt. You had me trapped, dead to rights. Didn’t help you made me paranoid that my roommate was actually going to do something.”
She laughs—really laughs. Warm, unguarded. Then she rolls onto her side, facing you again. Her eyes search yours. "It was easier, wasn’t it? Back then. In college. At the beach. You carrying me like an idiot, me acting like I couldn’t walk, and you trying to turn probability into a personality trait."
You laugh, but it’s not really a laugh. More like one of those nose breaths that accompanies an abbreviated text. “Because it was.”
Her smile fades. “You never needed me to ask. You always just… stayed.”
You shift slightly, your fingers brushing the edge of the blanket. Her eyes drop there, then rise again.
“I think I’m a leaver,” she says. No warning. No lead-in. Like she had to say it fast before she lost the nerve.
“What?” It leaves your mouth before you can even blink.
But Chaewon swallows, her eyes retreating downwards. “I think that’s just who I am. Some people stay, and some people leave. You’re the kind of person that stays, and I’m a person that leaves. Because if I go first, I don’t have to wait until you become a leaver just like me.”
She looks at you like she’s afraid you’ll flinch. Like she’s already bracing for the recoil.
“I know it’s selfish,” she adds quickly. “But that night… when you kissed me, and then said you really liked me—I panicked. I did what I always do. You were giving me a choice, and that scared the hell out of me. So I picked the choice I always make.”
She breathes in. Exhales slow. Really takes her time, her eyes drifting slightly upwards now.
“And for a while, I told myself it was just another fifty-fifty. You know? Just a game of chance I lost. You either leave or get left. You either lose something or end up lost. And I thought—" she breaks off, swallowing again, part of her voice getting swallowed with it, "—that it would go away like the rest. That I’d forget. That it’d stop mattering."
You stay quiet.
“But it didn’t. It stuck. You stuck.”
She shifts again, knee brushing against yours beneath the blanket. Her voice cracks a little.
“And I started noticing things,” she says. "Little things. Like the first time you didn’t wait for me to text goodnight. Or when you were with someone else and you had that smile that I thought was reserved for me. Or when you stopped arguing with me about dumb shit just to keep talking."
Her voice wavers.
“And then I realized I didn’t just pick wrong. I watched the right door shut. And then I heard it lock. And that’s why I know your stupid fucking Monty Hall problem is wrong. I should’ve had another shot. Another choice. But life didn’t open a wrong door—it just took the right one away. And that’s why I know it’s just fifty-fifty. And I lost my coin toss at happiness.”
There’s a second of silence where your brain short circuits.
“You’re a fucking idiot,” you mutter.
She blinks, but it helps her to finally look at you. “Ouch?”
You sit up, tossing the blanket off like it offended you. “No, I’m serious. You think my door shut? You fucking locked it.”
She opens her mouth, but you cut her off, your pace quickening. “The fact that I stayed around all this time is proof enough that my door is still unlocked. It wasn’t up to me to reopen that door.”
“I—”
“But you had to try.”
Chaewon’s eyes flicker—not away, but deeper. Her breath hitches, and you swear it’s the first real sound she’s made in a while that didn’t have a smirk behind it. She shifts forward just slightly, only enough that her leg brushes against yours again, like she’s testing if the signal’s still green.
“You’re saying… it’s still open?”
You drag a hand through your hair, eyes rolling ceilingward before locking onto her again. “It was never fucking closed.”
Her lips part. They’re trembling now. She’s not teasing this time. “Then why—why didn’t you ever—”
“Because I’m not gonna beg,” you cut in, sharper than intended. “I’m not gonna crawl through the fucking keyhole when you slammed the door in my face.”
She flinches. Just barely. But enough.
“I didn’t need you to beg, just…” she says, softer, like she’s going over the math again in her head. “I don’t know… I—” Her voice dips, trails, then steadies. “I’m here now. I’m trying.”
You look at her. Clear as day in the middle of the night. She's curled up next to you, defensive and ashamed and stubborn all at once. Her eyes are too glossy, her hands fidgeting with the edge of the comforter like they’re looking for somewhere to hide.
And then she breathes, and her voice breaks.
“I just wanted you to want me still.”
And that? That fucking cracks something open.
You reach for her—no grand gestures, no cinematic swoop—just firm, necessary motion. You cradle her jaw, fingers sweeping her hair back, and when you speak, it’s low and final and absolutely everything you’ve been holding back.
“I never fucking stopped.”
There’s no pause this time.
No “but what if—”
No “are you sure—”
No more fucking Monty Hall.
Just her lips crashing into yours, messily, hungrily, like the apology she couldn’t say and the forgiveness you weren’t ready to offer have decided to cancel each other out with tongue.
It’s not careful. It’s not gentle.
It’s honest.
She’s on your lap again, only this time it’s not a joke. Her knees bracket your thighs and she grinds down with purpose, gasping when she feels you through your boxers. Her hands slide beneath your shirt, nails catching skin, and you curse under your breath as heat swells in your gut, undeniable and urgent.
You break the kiss, forehead against hers. “Still cold?”
Her laugh is shallow, much too distracted with making sure she can properly share in your body heat. “Yeah. Make me warm.”
“And here I was thinking you were hot enough as is.”
She smirks, and it’s real this time. Like the one you saw when you barely knew her, but knew enough already. Not a mask. Not a trap. Just her.
And she whispers, “Don’t stop this time.”
Like you could. Besides, you’re not even sure it’s only meant for you. With the way she’s tugging and removing your clothes, kissing your shoulders and pulling you tighter, it’s like she’s making up for lost time. For every second spent being careful. Your hands trace her body, taking your time to really make sure every curve and beauty mark is stuck in your mind forever.
“God,” you mumble under your breath, pressing your lips to her cheek, her neck, her shoulder, working your way down until you’re kissing the edge of a black lace bra that was almost the reason you stormed off earlier. “I can’t believe how beautiful you really are.”
Her breath hitches. “I know.”
And you’ve missed that, too. Her confidence. The way she can say things like that without irony, because she knows exactly what she’s worth—she just never thought she’d be worth it to you once more.
You kiss her through the black lace, and she shivers when you nip at the edge of her bra, as close to her nipple as you can get. She doesn’t waste any time herself flicking open the button of your jeans. You’ve always thought she needed a helping hand, both of yours pushing your pants further down. They’re not even off properly when she pauses, eyes blown wide, honing in on the tent in your boxers leaving little to imagination.
“Wow,” she says, and it’s almost weird to hear her say it without sarcasm.
“Wow?” your voice is rough, coming out in a single breath.
She nods, and her lips part as she yanks your boxers down, eyes almost dazed as she takes you in. “Wow.”
It’s a reverent look. It’s a look that suits her as long as it’s directed towards you, you think. Her fingers reach out like she’s about to wrap them around you, but she stops right before she makes contact, and the look in her eyes changes. Smug now. Knowing.
“I need a moment,” she says, and you know she’s up to no good. “You can’t just swing that in a girl's face and expect me to make it easy for you.”
A throb shoots through your cock, hips twitching without your consent. “Don’t you fucking dare.”
But she just smirks.
“Chaewon.”
“Shhh,” she says as she shuts down any and all protest, and her voice is the perfect combination of exasperating and enticing. “I’ve got my own Monty Hall problem lined up for you.”
You groan, but it’s more of a plea for mercy than a protest. “You can’t be serious.”
“Oh, I’m serious,” she purrs, fingers grazing the base of your cock before pulling back again, making you hiss.
“Three doors,” she says, and the way she looks at you is obscene. “My front door, my back door, and my... ehm... mouth door?”
You’re gone. You’re fucking gone. “You are so lucky you're fucking hot.”
She keeps going, relentless. Her grin is pure mischief. “Which one have I imagined you fucking me with the most?” She rolls her hips, testing you. “Pick right, and you get to fuck it.”
“And if I guess wrong?” Your voice is rough, needy, everything you never let her hear before tonight.
Her eyes burn. “Then you eat me out first.”
It’s a rigged game and you both know it, but you play along anyway, letting her set the rules and stack the deck and deal each card. You lean forward, drag your lips up the line of her jaw. “That’s an impossible choice. You want all of them.”
She moans, a hiccup of laughter and want, and the weight of her shifts in your lap, urgent. “You wish. You only get one.”
But her hips are grinding now, a rolling, deliberate pressure that tells you exactly what her body needs. The answer is and always has been: every option, at once, and all of them leading back to you.
You palm her ass, fingers splaying underneath the lace edge, and the way she shivers tells you she wasn’t expecting you to touch her with that kind of certainty. For all her bravado and gamesmanship, this is how you win: you move first, and you don’t hesitate.
“Let’s see,” you murmur, mouth against the shell of her ear, making her gasp. “Back door—” a squeeze, a knead that pulls a little yelp from her, “—doesn’t seem like your style. At least not as a first move.”
“Don’t count me out,” she breathes, and you hear the competitive edge in her voice, the same edge that made her stay up all night just to prove you wrong about some irrelevant, beautiful, dumb thing.
You laugh, slow and low, and she shakes against you. “Mouth door,” you say, and you can’t help but grin at the way she’s already licking her lips, hungry, needing to prove something. “Obvious contender. But I think you want it right here.” Your hand finds the heat between her legs, cups her through those ridiculous panties, and her eyes go wide, her breath gone.
You wait a beat. She’s never been great at waiting, but she’s trembling now, lips parted, waiting for your verdict.
“And if I told you it’s definitely not the back door? Does your answer change?” she pants.
You consider your odds. “I think—” you start, but she interrupts.
“Actually,” she says, and the way her voice drips with satisfaction is almost enough to make you lose. “I don’t give a fuck. I want your cock. Right here.”
She grinds against you, and you can’t help but think you’re never spending another day without that feeling.
“Fuck,” you groan, because she won this round, and she knows it. “You don’t play fair.”
She bites her lip, smiling, then reaches between you, fingers wrapping around you with a perfect, firm pressure. “And that’s why you love me.”
She’s right. She’s wrong about so many fucking things, but she’s right about this.
You thrust up into her hand, and she moans, her body arching, her hair falling down her back. You reach for her hips, hooking your thumbs under the lace, and she lifts herself up, letting you pull it down, off, away. She doesn’t care where it lands; she’s already lowering herself back onto you, and you’re closing the distance, guiding your cock to her needy cunt.
“Fuck you,” you breathe, so close to her you can taste it, the subtext of admission against her skin. “I’m not saying it first. I’ll force you to.”
She rocks her hips, taking you deeper, her breath catching with a shudder. “Yeah? You think you can make me?”
You grit your teeth, the friction of her tight around you making it almost impossible to think. “I know I can.”
“Big words,” she gasps, riding you faster, harder. “Think you can back them up?”
You reach between you, your thumb finding her clit, and she cries out, her whole body shaking, her walls clenching around you. “You first,” you growl, and you can tell she’s sensitive. “Say it.”
Her eyes roll back, her lower lip caught between her teeth. You know it, you have her dead to rights, this is your win, and then—”Nuh-uh.”
You thrust up into her, relentless, and the pressure builds, mounting, and she’s so fucking tight around you, and you want her to say it, need her to say it.
She grinds down harder, her nails dragging your shoulder blades, and it’s too much. Too good. Too fucking hot. “You’re gonna say it,” you gasp, your thumb circling her clit faster. “I know you.”
“And I know you,” she pants, her head falling back as she rides you with abandon, her whole body trembling, her breath hitching with every thrust. “I know—oh fuck—you.”
You watch her face as she rocks against you, her lips parting, her eyes wide and desperate and defiant. She’s so close. So close you can feel it, the way she’s fighting it, wanting to hold out, wanting to win.
“Say it,” you growl, thrusting up into her again, harder, not easing up on her clit.
She gasps, and this has to be it. She’s trembling, tightening, drowning in ecstasy and she’s— “I’m—Fuck, I’m cumming, you fucker,” she manages to choke out, and she cums hard. Her head drops forward, no further admission, still no winner as her whole body shudders, her walls clenching around you like she’s weaponizing her orgasm against you, trying to pull the words from you.
You swear, a rough sound that’s almost a surrender, and she laughs, breathless, smug, still shaking in your lap. “You first.”
Your grip tightens on her hips, and you’re so fucking close, but you hold on, hold out, your breath ragged. “I’m not going to give up,” you groan, thrusting up into her in a wild frenzy, loud clapping of flesh colliding now strangling the room. She lets out a strangled sound, and her eyes go wide letting you know she didn’t expect this.
Didn’t expect you to only go harder, to keep fucking her through her orgasm, keep pushing her over the edge again and again and again until she might pass out. You thrust harder, deeper, and her voice breaks, her body wild against yours.
You hold on, and she holds on longer. She’s so tight, so wet, and the heat is building, and you feel her clench around you, feel her mold to your shape. Her mouth opens, and you can’t tell if she’s about to say it or if she’s too far gone, and then—
She pulls off of you. You watch, stunned, as she drops to her knees and wraps her mouth around your cock, and the sight alone is enough to make you lose it. You groan, a deep, ragged sound, and she moans around you, the vibration pushing you over the edge. Your hands tangle in her hair as you come, hot and hard, spilling ropes of cum into her mouth.
“Fuck, Chaewon,” you choke out, the last of your breath leaving your body as every drop of cum you had does the same, her lips still tight around you.
Then she pulls back, and her eyes are on you, wide and bright and triumphant. She cups a hand beneath her chin, opens her mouth, and—
“I love you,” she says, letting your cum spill out over her lips, and there’s a laugh behind it, a tremor of amusement, like she knows exactly what she’s doing to you. Like she knows she just won all over again. She wipes her mouth, cum streaking her chin, her neck, her chest, and she looks so absurdly beautiful you can’t even be mad.
“Chaewon,” you breathe. It’s exasperation and wonder, the way you’ve said her name so many times before. “You’re fucking impossible.”
“Really?” She bats her lashes with a coy look, licking her lips like she’s savoring every last drop of the chaos she’s caused. “Aren’t you supposed to say it back?”
You grab her by the waist, pulling her back up to straddle you past your softened cock, and she giggles, squirming in your lap. “You’re such a fucking brat.”
“And you can’t get enough of it,” she teases, her smile widening,
You stare at her, chest heaving, the words settling into the spaces that were empty for so long. Then you let out a breathless, helpless laugh, pulling her face up to yours, kissing her despite all the filth she let drip out to cover her sweetness.
“Fuck you,” you say between kisses, but there’s no heat behind it, just the weight of relief and joy and everything else you’ve been holding back. “How do you win even when you lose?”
She smiles against your mouth, and you feel it in every part of you. “I guess I’m just smarter than you.”
You do. You say it like it’s the easiest thing in the world. Like you’ve spent the last year waiting for your chance.
“I love you, you idiot.”
She makes a soft sound, and for a second you think she might cry, but it’s just a laugh, bright and giddy and so fucking happy. “I’m glad you do.”
“You’re a fucking nightmare,” you say as you shake your head, trying to hide the cartoonishly large smile she forced upon your face.
“And you’re stuck with me,” she says, kissing you again, her body melting into yours, all softness and satisfaction. Her voice dips, teasing, warm. “Or did you forget?”
“Never,” you murmur, and you mean it. Hell, you’d bet on it.
Her body shifts in response, her being melting into you, her skin sticky but hot against yours. “So,” she says, and it’s light and breezy like that summer day still stuck in your memory, like you’re somehow back in a familiar rhythm, but new nonetheless. “You really think you can handle me?”
You laugh, wrapping your arms around her. “I’ve been handling you for years without the benefit of getting to fuck you.”
She pinches your side, but it’s playful, and you can tell she’s trying not to smile. “Asshole.”
“Yeah,” you say, kissing her forehead. “But I’m your asshole, now.”
She nods, and that alone was worth all the suffering. Because it’s honest.
“Shit,” Chaewon breathes, your skin stuck together with dried cum, pulling loose from you. “We’re a fucking mess.”
“Yeah, well, it’s your fault for trying to be funny,” you say like you’re not covered in it too.
She shakes her head, and it’s like she’s saying it’s your fault for not being the first to say you love her. “We can’t go to bed like this,” she proclaims, trying her best not to get too much filth on her sheets. “C’mon. Shower.”
“Together?” you ask, and she just rolls her eyes like that was the stupidest fucking question you’ve ever asked.
You follow her to the bathroom, the air chilly and the tile cool underfoot. She turns on the water of her shower, letting it heat up as she looks back over at you, one eyebrow lifting like she’s pondering if she should just keep it to showering or not.
“Get in,” she says, pushing you towards the shower. “I’m not letting you sleep until you’re clean.”
She’s already stepping toward the shower when she realizes you’re still standing there. Her eyes narrow, but her lips curve. “What? You’re dawdling now?”
You shrug, and she laughs. It’s not the sound she makes when she’s trying to get under your skin, but the one you’d almost forgotten she could make. Uncomplicated. Real.
She starts taking off the only thing she still has on—her thigh high socks that were the main culprit in why you failed to pick up a girl earlier tonight. You were way too busy admiring how good Chaewon looked, and it didn’t go unnoticed.
“Don’t tell me you’re expecting me to do it for—”
You catch her hand, stop her from peeling them off. She freezes, looks at you like a deer caught in headlights.
“Let’s pretend I lost your three doors challenge,” you murmur, and you hear her breath catch. “It’d be a shame not to eat you out with how good you look in those.”
“So you were staring! I fucking knew it,” she shouts gleefully.
You don’t give it a response. You just hoist her up, and she wraps her legs around you like it’s instinct, gasping, more eager than surprised, as you let her ass meet the bathroom counter. You spread her thighs open to admire, sink to your knees in between them, and look up, getting lost in the way she looks down.
“Oh my god,” she sighs out. “Are you really—”
You don’t let her finish. You drag your tongue up her slit, and her head falls back, the sound of the shower almost drowning out her moan. Almost, but not quite.
“Fuck,” she gasps, the first of many. “Right there. Oh, right—”
You swirl your tongue around her clit, and her hips buck, her whole body trembling. She’s close already, too close, and you know you could end this in seconds, but you don’t. Not yet.
Your hand slides up her thigh, and she shudders as you press a finger against her asshole, teasing, gentle. Her breath catches, and you feel her body tense, then relax, opening for you.
“Shit,” she gasps, her voice breaking. “I’m—fuck, I’m gonna—”
You don’t stop. You don’t even slow down. You work her with your tongue and your fingers and your everything, and she’s shaking.
“Holy fuck,” she gasps, her voice breaking. “You’re—shit—you’re better at this than explaining math problems.”
You groan, a low, rough sound, and the vibration makes her shudder. “Careful, I might bite.”
She laughs, knowing you’re all bark, and her fingers tangle in your hair, not quite pulling you closer, but not allowing escape either. “Don’t stop,” she begs, and she wears it so well that ideas flood your mind. “I’m so fucking close.”
feel her body tense, tight and perfect around you. “Right there. Oh—” You curl your finger, the final bit of tension she needed to release, clenching hard, her hands in your hair, her body on fire. “Oh God, oh—”
She cums hard, her body arching, her legs closing around your head as she cries out, the sound raw and desperate and so fucking good. Your finger slips out but keep your mouth on her, not letting up until she’s shuddering, breathless, her hands tensed up tugging at you.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she gasps, and you feel the last tremors of her orgasm as they ripple through her. “How did you—I can’t—” She’s lost for words, and it’s ammunition for next time you fight over something stupid.
You don’t move until she tugs at you weakly, pulling you up, and the look in her eyes is almost enough to make you drop to your knees again.
You grab her hand, pulling her toward the shower, but she doesn’t budge. Instead, she drops to her knees, fingers splayed on your thighs. “I’ll admit, you’re pretty fucking good,” she says, her eyes gleaming with challenge. Everything’s a competition with this girl. “But I’m better.”
You don’t have time to respond. Her mouth is on you, hot and wet and perfect, and you groan, your head falling back. She works you with a skill you didn’t think she had, her tongue swirling, her lips tight, and all you can do is hold on.
She pulls back, and the sudden loss makes you gasp. “Feel free to cum wherever you want,” she muses, and your mind floods with options. All too enticing.
Her pace is relentless, precise, and you feel her smile around you, a smug curve against your skin. She’s rapidly proving her point.
“Chaewon,” you groan, and you’re not sure if you’re leading into begging or commanding. “Fuck, that feels—”
She hums, a low, teasing sound, and the vibration makes you curse. Her fingers slide down, cupping your balls, and you feel yourself throb against her tongue.
You’re close, too close, and she knows it. You can tell by the way she pulls back again, her lips glistening, her eyes wild. “I’m not done with you,” she says, and you swear you might die.
“Fuck my face,” she says, and you tremble, your whole body going tight.
“Chaewon,” you gasp, but she’s already got you begging for more, her hands on your thighs, guiding you inside.
You thrust, and she takes it, takes you, her mouth so fucking good you can’t believe this is real. She moans and gags around you, and it’s a sound you’ll hear in your dreams for the rest of your life.
She looks up, her mouth full, and the sight is obscene, incredible. She’s not stopping, not giving you a second to catch your breath, just letting you use her, and it’s all too fucking much.
You’re so close, the heat building, your control slipping. You fuck her face, your hands tight in her hair, and she’s caught between you and the counter, letting you use her, letting you lose yourself.
“Oh God, Chaewon,” you groan, your thrusts erratic, desperate. “I’m gonna—”
She pulls back, and you gasp, her lips getting pressed against the tip of your dick. She strokes you, her lips swollen and wet, and—
“Do it,” she commands, tilting her head back, presenting her face and her tits and her abs and every target you could choose, her eyes pleading to cover not one but all. “Come all over me.”
That’s it. That’s fucking it. You cum hard, your whole body tensing, and she moans as your release hits her face, her lips, her cheek, her chest.
“Fuck,” you groan, and she smiles, licking her lips, and you’re so spent you almost collapse right there.
Then she’s pulling you down, kissing you, and you taste yourself on her tongue.
“At least I was worth the wait, right?” she murmurs, and you pull back just far enough to see the way she’s grinning, the way she’s looking at you like she thinks she won. If only she saw herself right now, you’re clearly the winner.
“Think I’m ready for that shower now,” you say, and you can’t help but smile back, because you’re a mess, and she’s a mess, and you came into this room specifically to be less of a mess; and you love it. You love her.
The water is still running, heating up the room, and you both stand up. She pulls you with her, and the water makes quick work of the art you just made. What a waste, but a waste you love to spend with her.
She notices your face change as the cum disappears from her visage, and chuckles lightly. “You’ll get plenty of other chances.”
You wash her and she washes you back, and it’s slow and easy and comfortable. Like you never thought it could be again. But better. No rush, no desperation. She works the shampoo into your hair, but you can’t stand to not annoy her for another second, pulling her under the spray and rinsing her off.
“Hey,” she protests, but she’s smiling, her eyes bright.
“Hey yourself,” you say, dragging your thumb across her cheek, her lips, her collarbone. “Think I like you like this.”
“Wet?” she asks, and she’s teasing, but there’s a softness behind it.
“That too. But no. Mine,” you say, and her expression shifts, her eyes going soft, her hands coming to rest on your chest.
“You know,” she says, her voice quiet, thoughtful, “That makes you equally mine.”
You tilt her chin up, kissing her, and she melts into it, into you. “I guess that means we both won today.”
She laughs, and it’s the best sound, the best feeling, the best everything. “Guess I can get used to it if it’s with you.”
Eventually you turn off the tap, and she shivers as you wrap her in a towel, pulling her close. “Bed?” you ask, and she nods, simple and easy.
She helps you dry off, and you help her, and you just can’t let each other be right now. She tugs at you, at your hand, constantly leading you, hair still wild and just damp enough to be okay going to bed with. She slips beneath the covers fully naked, but it’s too cold to worry about any of that, so you follow.
You pull her against you, or she pushes herself into you. It’s hard to tell who’s more desperate. Point is, her back is against your chest, and it fits perfectly. Like she was made for it.
“So,” she says, her voice a sleepy mumble, “are you gonna lose your shit if I say it’s fifty-fifty again?”
You groan, exasperated and affectionate, and she giggles, burying her face in your neck.
“Chaewon,” you say, and she turns just enough to look at you.
“Hmm?”
You wrap your arms around her, holding her, holding everything. “You’re fucking annoying. Never change.”
She smiles, soft and genuine, and you know this is the real win. Not the game, not the challenge, not the give and take of a thousand heated mathematical arguments—but this. Her. You. Together.
“Promise,” she whispers, and you feel her breath slow, feel her body relax, feel the unlikeliest odds settle in your favor.
You hold her tighter, and the silence this time is comfortable, a weightless, blissful quiet that lulls you both toward sleep. You barely hear her next words, but they seep into you, the last sweet, stubborn thing you need to know.
Note: Ladies and gents, I am glad to be making the return of this series! I'm sorry I haven't been updating for like almost a year hahaha. But yeah I hope you guys enjoy it! (Btw I'm super late to this but this was supposed to be published on Minju's birthday but yeah shenanigans... Anyways, Happy Belated Birthday Kim Minju!)
As you're walking down the stairs, you see Eunbi looking very exhausted from work. Part of you wants to ask her if she's alright and hug her but you're reminded of how she rejected you before.
"You're going to university today?" Eunbi asked which you answered with a quick nod.
Before you could continue your way downstairs, Eunbi stopped you. She gave you a canned drink and smiled at you.
"Good luck for today." She said before leaving to her room upstairs.
You knew your feelings for her were sincere but after all she said, you still couldn't comprehend her reason for rejection.
You're still hung up on that moment and your ego kept you from being a little soft towards her. Nonetheless, you hope that it'll soon be okay.
"Hey babe! You're going now?" Your ducky girlfriend asked.
"Yeah. Wanna go together?" Yena shakes her head which was unexpected from her.
"I'm going with Chaeyeon. I want my precious boyfriend to have his time alone. I'm sure you've got a lot to think of, right?" Not that she's wrong but you want someone to talk about your pent up feelings.
"Are you okay with that, babe?" Her little smile briefly made you forget about your problems.
"Sure. Go ahead. But be careful on your way there." Yena nods and gives you a kiss before leaving.
"Well, I guess it's time for me to go." You grab your bag and exit the house.
Today, you felt a bit peculiar. From the interaction with Eunbi to Yena's strange reason for having you go alone to the university.
You were deep in thoughts until all of a sudden you felt someone tapping on your shoulder from behind, distracting your thoughts.
You take a look behind you and see the tsundere tagging along. Hyewon has her arms crossed while having her usual emotionless expression.
"Hey."
"Why are you alone? Weren't you supposed to be with Yena?"
"Well, she said she wants me to have time alone and she's going to university with Chaeyeon."
"I see. Then I'm going with you."
"Sure."
You two walk your way together to the university with silence. As you two approach an empty alley, Hyewon pins you against the wall and eagerly kisses you. You didn't resist and let her do what she wants. She rubs your crotch and tries to strip you.
But you pin her against the wall as soon as she does that. You grip both of her wrist tightly but her leg continued the motion that you intervened. However, teasing her would be better instead so you end the kiss with a bite on her lower lip.
"It'll arrive soon."
"What's gonna arrive?"
"The bus stop is near. You don't wanna be late, don't you?" You leave her and quickly walk your way to the bus stop.
"You fucking bitch. Don't leave me blue beaned, you son of a bitch!"
"Try to hold that until next week! And maybe I'll give you a reward!" You said from afar and smirked.
"This motherfucker..." Hyewon follows you from behind, annoyed and angered.
The sounds from the television lessens the awkward and silent atmosphere in the living room. A grunt of frustration was heard from you as you lost another round of a game.
Then, a voice distracts you from your immersion of the game you're playing.
"Hey."
"Oh hey, Chaeyeon-ah."
"What are you playing?"
"Oh, it's just an online football game. This player kept beating me."
"Don't be too stressed. Here, have some candy." You open your mouth as Chaeyeon feeds you chocolate candy.
"By the way, how long will Yena be in the library? Wasn't she supposed to study with you?" The anxious expression is plastered on Chaeyeon's face which makes you feel suspicious and worried.
"Well umm… S-She said she's gonna study alone… Yeah that's it. Oh wait a minute! I forgot to wash my clothes! I'll be right back."
As if her expression wasn't suspicious enough, her stutter, shaky eyes and awkward actions definitely makes you feel that there's something going on. This in turn made you think of negative things.
"She's studying alone, huh? Or is she studying with someone? Shit what are you thinking? That's your damn girlfriend. She's not gonna cheat on you. Stupid." You make your way to the kitchen to ease your negative but irony thoughts by drinking cold water.
You reach the kitchen and the girl you makeout with just days ago is there in her white top and white sweatpants.
"Ah, you startled me! H-Hey…"
"Hi there. What are you doing?" You slowly approach her.
"I-I'm just making coffee. Do you want coffee too?"
"Sure, why not?" You stand right beside her as you open the kitchen cabinet.
You grab a jar of biscuits and take a bite at one. As you're munching, you take a look at Chaewon making coffee beside you.
Suddenly, you remembered the sloppy and rough sex you had with her just days ago. You look again at her curvy figure and instantly you have a boner in your pants.
At that moment, you're quickly blinded by lust. You scoot closer to her and your right hand moves to her petite ass. She was surprised as she felt your hand caressing her ass.
"Uhh… I don't think this is-" All of a sudden, you lean closer to her ear.
"You're a good little girl, aren't you?~" Chaewon gasps sensually as you talk to her. Your lust towards her turned you into a totally different person.
"P-Please… Not right now-" You trail your finger from her perineum to her asshole, slowly caressing her. Chaewon bites her lips and her whole body shivers from the sensation of your finger.
"What's my name again?" You whispered to her ear.
"D-Daddy~"
"Good girl~ Now, what do you want daddy to do for you?~"
"Y-You can use me~ I'm a good girl~ You can treat me however you want~"
"Can I do it right now?" You went behind her and hugged her as you kissed her neck.
Just then, you heard voices from the living room that stopped whatever you're doing to Chaewon.
"Oh hey Chaewon-ah. What are you both doing here?" Chaeyeon asked.
"Oh umm, I'm making coffee for him."
"I see. Wait, are you ill? Your face is all red."
"Yeah. Why is your face red? Do you have a fever?" You added, pretending you knew nothing about the reason she's 'blushing'.
"I'm alright. Maybe it's just the heat from the coffee." Chaeyeon frowns in confusion.
"Okay… Anyway, I'm just letting you know that I'll be going to Eunbi unnie's office."
"Her office? Why?" Chaewon asked.
"Unnie said she wanted to discuss something with me. I don't know what it's about though."
"Well, have a safe journey." You said.
"Thanks. I'm going now. Bye!" Chaeyeon waves goodbye to both of you.
As soon as you hear the door closes, your hand automatically moves to Chaewon's ass. She gasps and looks at you.
"Right here, right now?" Chaewon asked. Her eyes are filled with lust and you closed the distance between you and her.
"Do you want it?~" You whisper in Chaewon's ear, making her body shiver. She eagerly nods and grabs your hand on her ass.
Suddenly, the image of your girlfriend appeared in your mind. You got a hold of yourself and realised that you shouldn't be doing this. You remove your hand from her ass and turn her body to face you.
"I need you to do something for me."
"What is it?" You lean in to kiss her lips and the kitchen is filled with smooching sounds from both of you. You pull away and look into her beautiful eyes.
"If you manage to hold your sexual desire for a month, I promise I'll give you the best reward."
"Promise?" You caress your thumb on her lips.
"I promise. Right now, you're gonna resist any sexual urges towards me."
"Alright daddy- Wait no- I mean yeah alright."
"You're quick to adapt. Is the coffee done?"
"Right, the coffee." Chaewon goes to get your coffee that she's made for you.
"Here you go."
"Thanks. Now, let's go chill in the living room…" You lean into her ear.
"Babygirl~" Chaewon closes her eyes but then realises your request.
"H-Hey! Don't tease me like that." She hits you on your arm and you chuckle at how cute she is when getting teased.
"You look so cute when you blush."
"Whatever!" She walks to the living room, feeling embarrassed by your teasing.
As she walks away from you, you realise that what you're doing is wrong. You've committed infidelity towards Yena. You feel sorry towards everyone because of your actions.
But mistakes are irreversible. All you can do right now is to fix the whole situation. And the whole situation starts from Eunbi. You've got no choice but to make amends with her.
Before Yena, you considered Eunbi as your love until that moment happened. And then you rethink again about your relationship with Yena.
You're reminded of Hyewon's words just days ago. Are you and Yena only love each other by lust? Or are you trying to make Eunbi feel jealous of you?
Anyhow, you feel conflicted about this whole situation and you don't know how to solve this. You just wish things wouldn't happen so abruptly like this…
You're currently studying in the room while listening to your study playlist. Nothing beats sentimental songs to calm yourself whilst studying.
As you're laser focused on figuring out the correct polysemous words in your homework, a sudden knock at the door distracts your focus.
"Come in." The door opens revealing the purest girl in the house, Kim Minju.
"Oh, you're home."
"Yeah. Hope you don't mind I came in here, oppa."
"Yeah sure. But what's the occasion?"
"Uhh…" Minju slowly takes a seat on your bed.
"Actually I wanna ask you something."
"Go ahead."
"Can you help me study? I really can't seem to figure out the answer to the homework I've been given." Her black orbs with that frown, sort of begging-like expression gets a chuckle out of you as you find it very cute.
"Absolutely. Come here." You gesture for her to sit beside you in which she did so.
She opens her book and shows you the problem she's having difficulty with.
"Well, this is quite easy. You're having difficulties trying to figure out which one is which, right?" Minju nods.
"Okay so, this one is the Golgi apparatus and this is the smooth endoplasmic reticulum. Golgi apparatus has much more shape on it. If you look at it in a certain way, I think it's like the small intestine."
"Ah, is that it? So the smooth endoplasmic reticulum looks like the large intestine?"
"It doesn't necessarily look like it. It's tough to differentiate rough and smooth endoplasmic reticulum. But both are always close to the nucleus."
Minju lets out a series of reactions to your teaching. You explained the functions of the cells in the most simple way possible. Soon after, she's able to figure out all the cells and their functions thanks to your comprehensible teaching and direct explanation.
"Thank you very much for teaching me, oppa! I appreciate you a lot!" Her smile is so sweet that you couldn't help but to smile as well.
"Anytime, Minju-ya."
Minju quickly goes through the cells and their function again and you're impressed by how much she had understood what you taught her minutes ago.
"That's very great. You've got it all correct."
The cute little fennec fox celebrated in excitement and you feel like you just want to hug this pure and precious girl. Then, she shows the top of her head to you which makes you confused.
"Why? What's wrong? You've got something on your hair?"
"Ah, I forgot. Eunbi unnie used to pat my head when I always did a good job. Sorry for making you confused." This girl never fails to make you smile. You guessed that all she wanted was to be complemented by her hard work.
Rather than patting her head, you caress her hair and compliment her instead. She closes her eyes feeling fulfilled.
"To be honest, I wanted to get spoiled like this. My sisters rarely would spoil me so it feels nice to get spoiled by you, oppa."
"Alright. If you want to get spoiled a lot, just come to me."
"Really?" Her orbs light up in excitement. You nod while smiling at her.
"Yeay! Oppa's gonna spoil me!" She leans her head on your shoulder and you pat her shoulder.
"Sure sure."
"With that in mind, can I ask you a favour?"
"What is it?" She sits straight and politely.
"Uhh… actually…"
"Ask ahead."
"Oppa, I have a boyfriend." You were surprised to know about this information as you thought she just might be into study than into relationships.
"And I want him to know how much I appreciate him. In return, I would do anything for oppa. Just ask me and I will do it."
"Alright sure."
"Well uhh… This might be an awkward favour but… can you teach me?"
"Teach you what?" You could see how hesitant she is which sparked the curiosity inside you.
"Can you teach me… to have sex?"
Things escalated very fucking quickly.
"What?"
"I know it's an awkward favour to ask but please… Teach me to have sex. I just want him to know how much I love him and appreciate him. And I want our first to be as perfect as it can be." You tried to process what she had just said moments ago.
What a turn of events is what you're mentally saying and clearly you didn't expect this to happen. And it's coming from the girl who you thought was very kind and pure.
"Uhh… that's…" You couldn't even utter your words properly.
"Why? It's awkward, isn't it?"
"Umm… look. First times are meant to be just as it is. It's not always perfect nor does it need to be."
"But I want it to be special. We've been dating for about a year. Shouldn't we step into that boundary now? What do you think, oppa?"
"Well for me, I think you should really take it slowly. You need to be ready to have your virginity taken away by someone you love."
"I am a hundred percent ready."
"Even if you are ready, would he be ready?" Minju looks down as she just realised the truth in your words.
"But still, I want to have the experience. I just don't want it to be awkward." Hearing her voice filled with disappointment makes you feel guilty and you couldn't continue advising her.
"Do you love him a lot?" Minju nods.
"Do you want him to enjoy sex with you?" Another nod came from her as you put your hand on her shoulder. You let out a sigh, thinking that you might regret doing this to her.
"Alright then. I'll help you with it." As soon as you said it, her eyes sparkled looking at you.
"Really oppa?"
"But! Only for this time. Don't ask for this again."
"Of course, oppa!" Minju nods enthusiastically.
"So, how do I start?"
"Well first of all, you don't start abruptly like that. You need to engage in a conversation."
"Conversation? Like what?"
"Well, talk about anything. And then when you feel like it's the right time to kiss, you kiss him. Don't be in a rush with it. Look into his eyes and then slowly lean into him." Minju did as you told, leaning closer into you.
"Like this?"
"Yeah… I guess." You were a bit flustered by her action.
"So, what do I ask you?"
"Well, I guess you could ask about how his day has been. Maybe have a conversation about his preferences. Likes and dislikes. Probably ask about his background or whatever."
"And then kiss him?"
"I don't think you should kiss him in the middle of the conversation. I mean like when he's talking and everything. Like, have a conversation with him and then when you feel like you both feel connected, that's the right time for a kiss."
"I see. Should we try it now?"
"I mean sure. So, how's the study going? Was it stressful or just a piece of cake for you?"
"Absolutely stressful. Like, I haven't got much time to enjoy things properly unlike my older sisters."
"Is that so? Study must've been very tough for you."
"Yes. I feel so drained even just after completing one homework. Sometimes I just want to relax and have a nice time at home while listening to music."
Both of you continue having the conversation just to find the right moment for a kiss. She looked enthusiastic when talking about her crush.
At that moment, you feel a sense of responsibility to not disappoint her and guide her properly. You get to know a bit about her as well throughout the conversation.
At some point, you find how beautiful Minju is when she smiles. Her eyes disappeared and her lips curved into a sweet and innocent smile.
Minju closes the distance between you two and you both stare into each other's eyes. Her eyes move to your lips. She stares at it and leans closer towards you.
Your lips connected briefly with hers and parted with a slight sound of smooching. You stood still without any movement, except your eyes, staring at her warm and soft lips.
She leans in again, giving another kiss while one of her hands rests on your cheek. She closes her eyes, savouring the moment with you.
Instead of letting the kiss be static, you guide her by moving your lips like the ocean waves engulfing one's body.
Minju lets her guard down, trusting your guidance. Both of your hands touch her waist before moving to her neck and parted your lips from the kiss.
"Breathe a little." She inhales and exhales before you resume the kissing session.
The room is slowly filled with romantic and sexual tension. You can't help but to take her clothes off, intoxicated by lust.
Minju lets you do things to her, in hopes of gaining experience to give her boyfriend the most amazing sex of his life for the first time.
At times you would part from the kiss to let the both of you have a little breather in between so you both wouldn't get suffocated by the lack of oxygen.
Automatically, she lays herself down as you get on top of her, undressing every bit of clothes she's wearing. A little squeeze on her petite breast earned you an airy moan from Minju.
Lust has almost completely filled your sense of reality. Both of your hands intertwine with hers while you pin her. The cherry lip balm she put on was probably the reason you couldn't bring your lips away from hers.
You took your clothes off and the feeling of her hands caressing your body stimulates your lust.
The thought of taking her first for sure does excite you but being the responsible person you are, you keep thinking that this is only to help her and no more than that.
You guide Minju's hand to your semi erect dick and she suddenly flinches when her hand comes in contact with it.
"It's okay, it's okay." You assured her and slowly, she starts stroking your dick, making it fully erect.
You moan by the sensation of her warm hand moving up and down. You don't want to leave her dry so you move your fingers to that tight virgin pussy of hers.
Slowly, you rub her labia and her clit, earning you another series of airy moans from her. The more you rub, the more she moans and her breath gets shaky.
You kiss those sweet cherry lips of hers as you insert a finger inside her. She moans with her mouth closed and her hand movement on your dick seemed to be halted by your pleasuring.
You stopped fingering her and told her to get on top of you. Minju continues her handjob while you observe her.
Without saying a word, Minju suddenly licks your tip, causing you to flinch. You were quite surprised by her bold move.
"Is this how you do it?" She asked with that innocent face of hers. You nod slightly and she continues her action.
She swirls her tongue around your tip sending tingling sensations all over your body. She licks from your balls, your rod, to your tip.
You didn't know Minju could even think of doing that. Then, Minju starts kissing your abs all the way up to your neck. She leans in closer to your ear whilst stroking you.
"Does it feel good?~" Her seductive tone made you almost lose your sense of reality.
"Is it time to put it in?" She asked while looking into your eyes. Suddenly, a sense of dominance sparked inside you.
You switch positions with her and she pulls in your head for a kiss before guiding your cock into the entrance of her wet virgin pussy.
"Put it in, oppa." You slowly push your hips and her face scrunches in pain as your cock enters her tight cavern.
You grunt painfully as her nails start digging deep into your back but soon the pain subsides when she puts her arms around your neck while kissing you.
You keep on reminding yourself that this is only to help her and nothing more, even though it's actually wrong in a way.
Minju guides your hand to her petite breasts and you fondle her pairs gently. You thrust into her with a slow pace, letting her get used to having such a big cock penetrating her virgin hole.
Soon as you see her scrunched up face turned into a face of satisfaction, you start to go a little bit faster with your thrusting.
As you got deeper into her, she let out a little airy high-pitched moan and you felt her leg wrapping around your waist.
You bury your face on her neck and give kisses to it. Her hands trail down to your ass as she keeps letting out a series of expletives.
The peculiar scent of hers along with her high-pitched screams of pleasure fuels your inner desire to fuck her senseless.
If your sanity was fully blinded by the intoxicating pleasure, you would've had it rough and sloppy just like how you did Chaewon.
But you kept yourself together and…
"I feel good, oppa~ Give me- Give me more!~ Ah!~ Have it your way, oppa!~" That statement at the end kept rewinding in your head and you weren't able to control your carnal desires anymore.
You move your hips deeper and then start increasing your thrusting pace. Lustful desires awakened and a plethora of airy moans are heard inside the room.
Your tongue moves its way from her neck to her tits. You swirl your tongue around her nipple and your hand fondles the other tit.
Minju's body jerked as this kind of satisfactory pleasure is a first for her. The deeper you get inside her, the more Minju is also losing herself.
Both of you are on the verge of losing your sanity because of how you both are able to exceed each other's carnal pleasure.
You switch positions with her and now she's on top of you. Her perfect curves and sultry gaze towards you makes you pull her in for another kiss.
Minju pushes your head to her tits and you gladly obey her command, sucking and fondling those beautiful pairs of hers.
You swear you just want to let yourself loose and fuck her right as she deserved but you keep reminding yourself that this is her first time.
The swirling and licking motion of your tongue on her nipples sends shivers through Minju's body. Both of your hands are now squeezing and lightly spanking her curvy ass.
"O-Oppa!~ It's so good!~" Minju exclaimed.
Out of all the sisters you have slept with before, including now, Minju is strangely good with her hips even though it's her first time having sex.
What surprised you even more is that Minju knows how to move her pelvis in a circular motion. She did the motion briefly before moving her hips up and down.
You lay down as your hands are still squeezing her ass and Minju closes her eyes while moaning.
"This feels so good oppa!~ Fuck I think I'm gonna cum!~ Oppa do it on my face!~" She sticks her tongue out.
"Get off, Minju~" She nods while saying yes repeatedly.
But there was something odd about it. Minju couldn't stop moving her hips and kept moaning loudly. If she keeps this pace, you might cum inside her.
The problem isn't about being afraid that she's not feeling unsatisfied but blasting your load inside her WITHOUT protection during her FIRST time worries you more than anything.
"M-Minju-ya… Get off now. Quick! I can't-" You grit your teeth and hold the best you can while trying to get her to get off before you reach your orgasm.
"O-Oppa, I'm cumming!~ Cumming!~" Being intoxicated by pleasure made Minju lose her senses as she couldn't hear a single thing you said other than the sound of skin slapping.
"Minju! Stop Minju- Get-"
"OPPA!~" She exclaimed as she looked up, body trembling from her orgasm.
At the same time, your deep grunt indicates that you had blasted your thick and creamy load inside Minju's virgin cavern.
Minju lays on top of you as you both are taking your breaths after having an intense orgasm.
"Minju…"
"Yes, oppa?"
"You… You might get…" Minju cuts you off with a kiss of her own before laying back on your chest.
"Thank you, oppa."
"Welcome…" And just like that, lights out for Minju.
You shook her a few times but she wouldn't budge. That cute little snore of hers indicates that she had drifted into the dreamland.
There's a high chance that she could be pregnant and that worries you more than anything. Your cock is still inside her, feeling the warmth of her cavern.
But your inner self is telling you that you don't regret having sex with her. You caress her pure, innocent and beautiful face.
Her face is ethereal and her body is magnificent. Minju is a complete package that everyone would die to have. Not only is she visually perfect but she's also the most kindhearted person in the family.
It made you a little confused on how this wholesome girl would be so determined to lose her virginity for her beloved one to have the time of his life during their first intercourse.
No matter how many times you think about it, it doesn't make any sense. From all the times you've spent with her before, albeit somewhat brief, you know Minju is the type that couldn't lie.
Nonetheless, you're still concerned about tomorrow. You're afraid that you might have actually impregnated her and make things more complicated than it is now.
You just hope nothing bad will happen and just in case it happens, you have to mentally brace yourself to solve this complicated problem between you and the sisters.
Just then, you heard a vibration from the desk beside the bed. You grab your phone and check the notification. It was a text from your girlfriend.
"I'm in the mall, having a date with Chaeyeon. I'll get home later. Don't worry, love!"
Another sound of notification comes and you open the message.
"We're chilling at a cafe! And I changed my hair colour."
A sense of guilt has come to surface after seeing that text from her. She's out there going out with Chaeyeon and having fun, fully trusting you at home.
Meanwhile, you're in your bed, with another girl on top of your chest. And that girl is even the sister of your girlfriend. You know the whole situation is kinda fucked up in a way but right now all you feel is guilt.
Guilt for betraying her trust. Guilt for falling into the temptation of your sexual desire. Guilt that you're using her for jealousy no matter how much you hate to admit it.
"How can I turn things back? Back to the way it was… With Eunbi noona…"
In your mind, there were three different ways your dinner date with your friend Yena would end. The first would be noticing that familiar sight of a telephoto lens hidden in a bush, and the two of you would have to come up with some fantastical excuse. Second, she would tell you she had a great time, drop you off at your place, and never speak to you again. Lastly (and this was a sliver chance, but you had to find comfort in that sliver), the date would spark the same feelings in Yena that you had for her, and maybe she’d be willing to go on a second date, or maybe she’d even accept a kiss at the end.
None of the above.
The liveliest smile on her face as usual, a boundless energy that you did your best to match, yet you couldn’t read if she was being her usual self or if she was genuinely having a good time.
When you were chatting in her car, it seemed the disappointment of the second outcome was becoming more and more likely. Though in that case, she didn’t have to come into the apartment. You weren’t expecting anyone to come over soon, especially not Yena, so you feel bad you didn’t clean it up much. You were meaning to get an armchair that actually matched your blue couch, but instead you have this brown plaid abomination. There’s blankets and pillows scattered about, clutter like keys and mail on your dining table.
Despite all that, she looks content to relax and sip away on beer next to you. Funny enough, there’s Yena on TV, though just for a brief moment in a commercial. She smiles seeing herself. Guess that feeling never goes away.
“Is my bed that nice?” you ask. You can’t make eye contact with her. The longer this goes on, whatever she’s up to, the more awkward you feel. You try your best to pretend like the date’s never happened. “Do you like making me sleep on my own couch? This is why I told you not to drink.”
“You really want me out of here that much? You hate me that much?” She’s saying it in this annoying cutesy way that makes it impossible for you to hate her.
You sigh. Set your can of beer on your coffee table next to another couple cans of soda.
“Look, I should be straightforward with you.” Yena sets her can down too, scoots closer to you on your sofa, and puts her hand on your shoulder. “I wasn’t really getting the couple vibes. But I know you were being super sincere and I wanna make it up to you.”
“Oh, so you’ll sleep on the couch this time then?” You scan her eyes to judge her reaction to the joke; again, you can’t figure them out. “It’s fine, I prepared myself for worse.”
She giggles. “See, I know you like me now.”
You blush. “Come on, you don’t have to rub it in.”
Yena’s hand moves about an inch: fingertips on the back of your neck, and those sensitive pads must understand the bumps they're giving it right now. Her eyes are half-open, sultry, dim yet clear in intent.
"Yena, what are you..." You didn’t have to ask.
She leans in. “Did I say I don’t like you?”
Your lips touch, and you close your eyes.
"What?" you ask? Why did you ask? You didn’t have to ask, you're staring, and now she's staring back.
Yena flashes a hungry smile before she pulls you in again, and this time, your lips are attached for much longer. And she's not just sitting next to you anymore, awkwardly twisted, but she shifts and scoots until eventually, she is sitting on your knee. Her hand goes from being lightly placed on your neck to tightly grasping your back, her arms in a complete hold. You run your hands through her hair, and then your digits find a bit of purchase, giving a light tug. The two of you engage in this back and forth of who can embrace who more, who can get their body closer. The warmth. It’s subtle but it isn't just the air. It's on your leg. It's unignorable. Between her legs, on your thigh, she's so warm as she adds a second back and forth of her hips.
When you pull her hair again, you swear she just moaned into your kiss. Her tongue follows the destination of the small sound she made: straight into your mouth, and now count a third back and forth of tongues. She stops grinding against your leg and is instead earnestly leaning into you know; you can feel her sizeable breasts pressed on your chest.
As the two of you let go for air, you both tug at each other shirts. In a blur, you have nothing but your boxers while Yena is only wearing her red bra and panties.
“Oh, they’re matching?”
Yena glances away. “That was an accident.”
You smile smugly, and Yena’s blush only grows when your hands start move from her back to her shoulders to her ample tits. You give them much focus, massaging and kneading over her bra. Take plenty, plenty of time to watch the mesmerizing physics; you could stare at the valley between her breasts for hours.
“You like them?” Yena pouts as she squeezes her arms in front of her to accentuate the cleavage.
“Yeah,” you answer breathily, and your fingers follow her bra straps.
“I can take it off if you want.”
You nod and Yena reaches behind to unclasp, then slowly lowers her arms, allowing her bra to fall down her arms and onto the floor—the moment it hits the ground, you take her nipple into your mouth and suck hard on it. She's breathing hard, but it catches when your hand comes around and cups her other breast. Her head drops and her fingers find their place in your hair, somehow pulling you deeper into your makeout session with her chest.
"Fuck, I should've rejected you sooner."
Your tongue is circling around her nipple when you laugh. You look up and raise your brow. "Why?" You bring her nipple to your lips again and this time, use your teeth for a little extra friction and suction.
Yena lets out a little yelp. "Because you'd be fucking me way sooner, that's why!"
"I'm not sure how I feel about that." But you do. You feel a surge of blood pulsing in your cock, and Yena does too. Even though you both have your underwear on, you swear you could burst the fabric right there and then. Especially when she grinds down into your rapidly growing erection harder. Your hands leave her breasts—they've been made glossy by your licking, and you relish in the sight for a moment—then you focus on her pert ass, squeezing both cheeks.
“Oh, ah, please,” Yena says between gasps for air.
You glance up and she's biting her lip, struggling not to moan loud enough for your neighbors to hear. "Please what, you ask?"
"Kiss me, fuck me, anything, please!"
You laugh, and kiss her neck; then you lean back a bit so you can see her face. You want to see it when your hands move from her asscheeks to underneath her panties. "I'll have to think about it. You might be a little wetter than normal," you say.
"Fuck, I'm so wet. I didn't expect this much, oh my god." Her hand darts under your waistband. The mere touch of her digits on your cock's tip sends your brain into a frenzy.
You reach down and grab Yena's wrist. Give each of her tits a kiss. "I can't stop thinking about these. You ever given a titfuck before?"
She bites her lip. "No, but I can imagine what you mean by that."
“Good. Down.” You don’t mean to come out so short, but she shudders when you say it like that.
“O-okay.” Yena gets on her knees. There, she finally fishes out your cock, pulls your boxers off your legs. She looks as dazed as you think you are, her fingers delicately on your shaft.
"Spit on it."
Yena nods hastily, opening her mouth and procuring as much saliva as she can before she sticks out her tongue and lets a generous strand fall. Some of the spit gets on her cleavage, some on your cockhead. With one hand, she guides your erection between her breasts while the other hands helps press them together. She looks down, a bit cross-eyed focusing on your dick, and spits forcefully a few more times, which leaves both her chest and your shaft covered.
"Perfect."
She bends her head down far and slides your cock up so that she can lick the tip of your cock with her tongue. "Muah, muah." The sensation of her plump lips kissing so sweetly, combined with the pressure of her tits around your shaft, makes you groan, and you instinctively push forward. You hit the back of her mouth, and she gags, releasing your dick with a bunch of drool on it. Her brows furrow.
You know Yena is going to get fixated on trying to get you deeper, so you reestablish what you wanted by pinching her nipples.
"Mmh! Okay, okay." She brings each of her hands on each of her breasts to squeeze your cock between them again before she starts sliding you up and down. You let your head fall back against your couch, and then you realize you must keep looking at her. While every touch alone can bring one step closer to your climax, you want to enjoy the visual experience even more. After all, look at Yena. She's gorgeous, adorable, and yet so incredibly naughty. Even though she's never done this before, she's putting her all into blowing your mind with this boobjob. Sometimes she's looking up at you with the most intense glare—no camera nor stage could pull that sultry expression out of her—while sometimes, she's staring down at your cock, fascinated by the size and shape of it, by the way it shines with all the spit, or by how your tip pops out from between her ample breasts. Every once in a while, she stops her movement to stroke your cock between her tits or to let her tongue droop out, tasting the precum dribbling from your slit. Then, whenever she feels like it, she resumes, and you just sit there, amazed by how great this feels, amazed that you're actually doing this with your friend or with an idol like her.
While Yena keeps up the same pace of bouncing up and down, keeping her boobs pressed together on your dick, your body tenses up; there, that familiar rush of excitement. After an expletive or two, you let her know.
She slows down. "Not yet."
You're gasping. "What do you mean?"
"Don't cum on me."
You swallow your own spit.
"In me."
There's a million thoughts a mile. All of them involve being inside of her, feeling her tightness wrap around your cock, filling her up, making her yours, consuming her, making her squirt and scream and lose herself in orgasmic bliss... and then you remember: you shouldn't. It's too risky, unsafe. What if you don't pull out time? What if she gets pregnant? How are you going to deal with all the repercussions—
The rabbit-duck illusion. An ambiguous image in which a rabbit or a duck can be seen. Understand this.
Yena gets up, then she's back on her knees but now on the couch, facing away from you. Her cute ass is in perfect view, and so are her damp panties, especially when she bends down, putting her head into the cushions. She looks back and pouts. "Please? I'll even..." She tugs her underwear, and it sticks to her pussy for a moment with some thin strands of juice before she pulls it down her thighs. Her cunt is glistening, pink and swollen with need, and her clit seems already hard, eager to be stimulated.
You stare, transfixed at Yena's beautiful folds, and after a long, silent moment where you try to convince yourself it's okay, you take her panties from her and throw them on the floor.
Yena sticks her ass up higher, wiggling it. There's a delectable curve to her back, and you can spend all day studying the perfect anatomy, her tits hanging, the back dimples above her ass, the dip of her spine. In fact, once you get your mind right (or wrong, depending on how you look at it), you spend at least a few moments massaging her shoulders, her back, feeling every inch of her skin. You can't resist pressing a kiss on her soft, pale skin. Your thumbs rub circles around her shoulder blades, and she whimpers. Whimpers even more when she feels your shaft between her asscheeks.
"Please?" She sounds resigned, exhausted that you haven't fucked her into the couch yet. Yena's giving the sweetest puppy eyes she can.
Taking a deep breath, you hold your erection and rub your cockhead against her folds.
"Fuuck," Yena whines.
You smirk, then push.
The second your cock slides into her cunt, Yena yelps into the sofa.
You've never felt anything so tight before. In one way, her inner walls are like steel, squeezing you with a vice grip that almost hurts, but she's also so warm, wet, and soft. And the more you start to move, the more her inner muscles tighten around your shaft, until they feel like they're already trying to milk your cock for your seed. You're not even done your first stroke.
"Fuuuuck," she moans again, and this time, she pushes her ass up, shoving your cock deeper into her pussy until it hits the deepest part of her. This is where you start to really go for it, thrusting your hips forward before pulling back against the whims of her apparently greedy hole. Every thrust that you give is met with a shove back from Yena, her thighs slapping against yours, your balls slapping against her cunt.
You grunt and bite your lower lip. This girl doesn't give any slack at all. You hiss, one hand gripping the couch, the other on an asscheek. "Fuck, your pussy feels so damn good."
Her only reply is more squealing.
"Yena," you call over the sound of her voice, but she's lost in another world of pleasure. You slap her rump, and it has no effect. Her moaning becomes louder, desperate, and you find it impossible not to speed up, pushing faster and harder. When her ass slaps against you, her juices drip down your balls and onto your couch, and you're suddenly so hot. You can practically feel the sweat dripping down your sides and between your legs.
Without thinking, she's tensing her legs and bringing her knees together, and your cock receives more of this unbelievable friction soothed by a never-ending stream of nectar from her hole.
You grab her long hair, making a ponytail that's more of a handle. It forces a gasp out of her, also forces her to get up onto all fours. Yena looks back at you for the first time in what feels like forever and it's cloudy. Her expression, her eyes, her smile, they're all foggy and lost to lust. You're probably looking at her the same way, unable to truly focus on anything other than the perfect feeling of her pussy.
So you don't expect when she says, "Are you close?"
You manage to puff out an airy "Yeah", surprised at her prescience.
"Remember." She moans when you hit some inner part of her she probably didn't know about. "Nnh, I said, fff, fucking, fuck, cum inside. I wanna feel your cum, dripping, hot, in me."
Your whole body trembles as you slam into her. You slow down for just a moment to put your knees between her legs and force them apart; you're getting too overwhelmed by her pussy. You grab each of her hands, pulling them behind her because you need all the extra leverage to drive through her depths. You pull her enough to lift her torso up; now she's kneeling while sitting on your cock at the same time. You fuck upwards into her, your balls tighten and pulse, and your load is nearly ready to shoot. You hear her breathing change, quickening as she gets closer, but you don't have the strength to last any longer.
Yena cries out loud when you begin to empty into her. "Yes! Yes!"
You're still thrusting even though you're going through a powerful orgasm, your whole body tensing in earthquakes of pulses, all your muscles tightening. She was already so warm, but now it's even warmer when you feel your seed blasting into her insides. By the looks of it, or rather, by the feel of her pussy clenching on your cock, she's going through a similarly strong climax, which causes her to add a mess of clear fluids to mix with your thick white semen.
"Feels so, so, so good," she says raspily.
You grunt in agreement, and your cum dribbles out of her pussy and down your balls.
"Fuuuck." She breathes, barely, and then leans back.
You collapse with her, catching your breath while you catch Yena on your body the whole time. You can hardly breathe; your heart is pounding so fast in your ears. Now you're lying on your back on the couch, and Yena is lying on you, your still-throbbing dick still inside of her creamed hole.
After you finally find your breathing's regular rhythm, you try to sit up, but find that Yena sleeping on top of you makes it a bit difficult.
Luckily, you can just reach over to your coffee table, grab some tissues. You try to clean up as much of the mess underneath you as you can.
Yena stirs awake at your movement and sits up.
"Hey. If you want, you can just head to my bedroom and sleep there. I'll clean this up."
There's a strong blush on her face. "No, no, let me help—"
"No, it's fine, just go ahead."
"Okay. As long as you come sleep with me. If you're not in the room in... five minutes, I'm going to be mad at you. Actually, if you don't, we're never doing this again."
"Oh, so you plan on doing this again?"
Yena crosses her arms. When she sits up, she brings a hand between her legs and slides a finger up her folds. You watch her suck that very finger with a moan, and you're almost hard again. But then she reaches down for her panties, puts them on quickly, and gets up to scurry over to your room.
She said five minutes so you're done cleaning in two.
You head to your bedroom and find Yena half asleep. She stretches when she sees you open the door.
"Cuddle me," she says adorably with her arms out.
You get under your blankets. She's lying on her side, so you lie behind her to spoon her and wrap your arms around her torso.
“Can I be honest with you?" Yena asks. "That was really good sex. I only cum like half the time."
"Really?" You can't hide the grin on your face.
"The feeling of cum inside me just... mmm, fuck. That's why I put on my panties. It makes me tingly and I don't know why."
You whisper, "Wow".
"But. Well. I just can’t imagine us in a million years being exclusive.”
There goes your smile. You loosen your hold of Yena. “So what, you want to sleep with other guys?”
“Yep.”
“Well, that feels unfair.”
“Oh, I think I can make it up to you even better.”
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To be continued.
Yes, this is just one scene of a longer story, but I know myself and figured I might as well post this now (because for one thing, I haven't posted in four months). You might see this again in the full thing edited.
Content: Sloppy blowjob, pit-licking, breasts play, lots of kissing, squirting, reverse cowgirl, stand and carry
Note: Ladies and gentlemen I have returned to update you another fic of the Sweet In-Laws series. I apologize to have made you wait for this long for an update but surely I will release another soon enough. Have a good day!
In the sunshine the air was warm, and that warmth was particularly pleasant with the invigorating freshness of the morning frost still in the air.
The untimely intervention of your alarm clock wakes you up from your sleep. With an eye open, you grab your phone and turn off the alarm.
A small and cute whimper is heard beside you. The adorable ducky that you now have your utmost attention for is sleeping soundly.
You caress her flawless face and give a kiss to her forehead. Your action causes her to smile and opens her eyes.
Her sweet smile causes you to pinch her cheeks because you couldn't handle her cuteness.
"Morning baby~" She said in her attractive husky voice.
"Morning babe~" You kiss her forehead again.
"Had fun last night?" She nods and kisses you on the lips.
"Very very fun. Crazy to think how we became lovers overnight." You chuckle.
"Yeah indeed. But, are we gonna tell them about this?"
"Sure, why not?"
"You sure?" You smile even though she had just given words of confirmation to reveal your relationship with her.
"Hundred percent sure." She kisses you and soon it turns to a steamy kiss. But she pulls away and puts a finger on your mouth.
"Save it for later. I have a date today."
"A date? With who?"
"With Chaeyeon. We promised to go to the shopping mall today."
"I see." Then, a question appeared right at that moment. But you hesitate to ask her about it.
"Is there anything you wanna say?" You were surprised at how she could catch your thoughts.
"You look like you wanted to say something. I noticed you always look around when you have a question."
"Well umm… I find it strange since the first day I'm here. Why do all of you have different surnames?"
"Well, to explain it would be a bit complicated. But I'll tell you anyway." She fixes herself to properly explain the answer to your question.
"So basically, our dad's a douchebag to all of us and to mom. We had a huge family conflict which caused some of us to want to change our surnames."
"What happened?"
"It's a bit frustrating to retell the story, but I'll try. Our dad had an affair with his secretary and she had conceived his baby. We despised him for it despite our mom telling us to not hate him."
"But why?"
"*sigh* Well, we got two fucked up parents. We hate her so much for still loving dad even though we all knew and she knew about his infidelity."
"Damn… That's one cruel one-sided love."
"It's shit. And one incident made all of us despise him very much. He divorced mom and beat her up because she didn't want to sign the divorce papers." You see Yena starts tearing up as she remembers that day. You lean closer to her and caress her shoulder.
"And then she…" Tears start flowing from her eyes and you comfort her by hugging her and patting her back.
"Thankfully, she survived. But she was diagnosed with Alzheimer. We wanted to take care of her but… all of us became negligent towards mom. Hyewon and Eunbi unnie despised her so much because she still loves dad even after what he did to her."
"I-I'm… I'm sorry to hear that."
"She's in better care now. Chungha unnie took her to a nursing home. We sometimes visit her. Eunbi unnie did visit her several times but Hyewon never did." You wipe the tears from her face and hug her.
"It's alright, it's alright."
"And so we changed our surnames except for Chungha unnie, Minju, Chaewon, Minji unnie and Chaehyun."
"Minji unnie and Chaehyun?"
"Minji unnie is the eldest. Currently in the UK for study. Although I know that she's just having fun with guys there. Chaehyun is babysitting Chungha unnie's kids."
"Didn't know you had two more sisters. And I thought Eunbi noona was the eldest."
"Well, now you know." You lean closer and give her a kiss.
"Sorry to hear all of that."
"It's alright. By the way, what happened between you and Eunbi unnie?" The smile from your face slowly disappears because of that mention.
"Babe, you can talk to me about it."
"I-I'll… I'll tell you about it later. Not now." You peck her forehead.
"Alright then."
"Is shower available for two?" Yena smirks and she walks to the door in her lingerie.
"If you're fast enough, it might be available for two." She winks at you before leaving. You scoff and smile before chasing her to the bathroom.
Later, the newly formed couple go downstairs for an usual family breakfast. The two keep smiling at each other while making their way down.
The mischievous planners and main shippers of you and Eunbi who were downstairs were confused looking at you and Yena coming down together with suspicious smiles.
They didn't say a word and walked to the dining table. Chaeyeon comes out of her room and knocks on Hyewon's door before joining the four who were already sitting at the dining table.
Eunbi and Hyewon both exit their room simultaneously. But what Eunbi immediately sees as soon as she gets out of her room is you.
She keeps her eyes on you while Hyewon still with her "don't-give-a-fuck" attitude, eating the food first before the eldest.
"Hey, show some respect." Chaeyeon reprimanded Hyewon.
"Who gives a fuck about hierarchy? Not that important in the family."
"This girl…" Hyewon takes a glance at you but you just keep your eyes on Yena. Your unusual, full of love gaze towards Yena raised suspicions inside her mind.
"Uhh… Everyone." Yena said, gathering all their attention.
"I-I… have an announcement to make."
"What announcement?" Minju asked.
"First of all, I know it's a bit too fast for us to reveal this but I think you all should know this. I uhh… I-I…" She looks at you and you know she's struggling to say it aloud.
"Me and Yena, we're dating each other." You said as you stood up while holding her hand, much to the surprise of everyone there.
"H-How…" Chaewon said, confused.
Chaeyeon frowned from the reveal and was as confused as Chaewon and Minju, given that recently they both had done it secretly in school.
"We just clicked as we spent more time overnight. I genuinely have feelings for her."
"And me too…" Yena immediately looks at Eunbi as she knows her sister was into him first.
Eunbi was there, speechless. She didn't have any reaction from their relationship reveal. She's just there looking at them without saying or doing anything.
"I-I know this is a bit awkward but we genuinely love each other." Yena added.
"Bullshit." Hyewon said, interrupting the moment.
"You can't call that love when you two just been fucking each other all night. That's not love, that's lust." Hyewon looks at Eunbi before looking back at you.
"That's not love, that's just using someone for jealousy." Hyewon stands up and leaves them.
You know from Hyewon's gaze that she's very fucking pissed because of everything that just happened.
"Things escalate so damn quick, I don't even have anything to say." Chaeyeon said.
"But you just spoke." Minju said.
"It was just a figure of speech." Chaeyeon replied to Minju.
You look at Eunbi's emotionless face. Little did you know that you had broken her heart without her verbally speaking or physically showing it.
Your anger has blinded the genuine feeling of affection towards Eunbi. And you shifted that anger into an affection towards somebody else.
"Congrats you two." Eunbi has found the words to speak to you two.
"Thanks… unnie." Yena said, hesitated.
"I gotta go to work now. Client meeting is at 9 and it's 8.35 now. Talk to you all later." Eunbi stands up and leaves while both you and Yena don't really know what to do at the moment.
Yena sits back down and continues eating her meal and you follow her afterwards. You're feeling quite puzzled after hearing what Hyewon said.
A knocking sound from the door disturbs her focus on her work.
"Come in." She said before the door opened.
Eunbi takes a look at the individual and smiles.
"What's up, sis?" Eunbi said.
"Unnie, I'm sorry if I'm interrupting you."
"Nope, you didn't. What's wrong?"
"I… I wanna talk to you about my relationship with him." Eunbi forced a smile.
"What about it? You both disagree on something?"
"No. I just wanna say I'm sorry. I didn't mean to have feelings for him. I know you both have mutual feelings for each other. You love him so much."
"It's my mistake anyway. Surely he's a great boyfriend, isn't he?"
"You spent the most time with him. Me and the others would just interact with him occasionally. But you both were… something else with each other."
"Look, Yena-ya. I advise you to just spend time with him like I did. Besides, me and him we're… Anyway, that doesn't matter. You should accept the fact that you're both now lovers."
"But unnie-"
"Sis, please. Don't make things get complicated. Take care of him. He's yours." Yena feels more guilty when she looks at her sister, Eunbi, having that forced smile and saying words that surely hurt her own emotions.
Not wanting to see her forced facade anymore, Yena makes a decision to leave.
"If you say so. I'll take care of him." Yena stands up and heads towards the door.
"Unnie, do you remember the time whenever we were given something, we would always share it?"
"Yes. Why?" Yena smiles at her.
"Sharing is caring." She exits her sister's office, leaving Eunbi to process what she had just said.
In the empty living room, you stare at your phone and let out a sigh. You keep thinking about Eunbi's blank expression earlier.
What was the actual meaning behind that emotionless face? You try to figure out every possible answer but still are doubtful of them.
Just then, a petite girl comes and takes her seat beside you.
"Hey."
"Oh hey, Chaewon-ah." You were quite surprised to see her in this kind of outfit.
"I saw you alone in here. What's the matter?"
"Nothing. Just got a little bit of a headache." You said as you massage your temples.
"Do you want me to help with that?" Chaewon offered.
"Really?" She nods.
"Well, be my guest." Chaewon sits down and lays your head down to her lap.
"Do you mind if I do it like this?"
"Yeah sure. Just do it like this. I'm okay with it."
"Alright." Chaewon starts massaging your head as you close your eyes. The sensation of your temple being rubbed sends shivers through your body.
Silence filled the atmosphere until Chaewon decided to speak.
"Hey, can I ask a question?"
"What is it?"
"What happened between you and Eunbi unnie?"
"Why do you wanna ask about that?"
“Well, it seems to me that you both quite possibly had an argument with each other and now you both treat each other like strangers.”
"Well, this is a big fall out."
“Don’t people sometimes have a fall out?”
"Surely not."
"Yes it is! Look, it's obvious that something had happened between you two. You both seriously looked like lovers but now you act like you don't know her." You got a bit annoyed by Chaewon's words.
"Hold on. If anything, the problem is between Eunbi noona and me. Why do you wanna know that much?"
"Because she's my sister, duh. I should know about this. And as the matchmaker of you and Eunbi unnie, I am hugely disappointed at this whole situation." You were surprised to hear that.
"Sorry, what?" On the other hand, Chaewon realized that she had revealed something crucial to the matchmaking operation that she came up with.
"So, you tried to make Eunbi noona and me fall in love with each other?" Chaewon starts panicking as she sees the anger in your eyes.
"Well umm, so let me explain. I wasn't the only one who's behind this. There's another mischievous little girl who came up with this plan too and I was just-" You, who were seconds ago had your head on her lap, now faces her closer as she tries to explain everything to you.
"Very mischievous, aren't you?"
"W-What are you doing?"
"Nothing. Well, I guess you could say I'm trying to punish you because of what you've done." Chaewon gulped as you slowly caressed her arms.
"D-Don't…"
"Don't what?" You continue teasing her by caressing her thighs.
Chaewon looks into your eyes and your eyes are filled with lust. You stare into her for a while before she leans for a kiss.
The kiss lasted short but as soon as she pulls away for a brief reality check, you pull her back into a lust filled fantasy.
You kiss her lips and gently bite her lower lip. Chaewon succumbs to your kiss even though her mind tries to resist it.
When her arms went around your neck, you knew she had fallen under your control. You take this opportunity and lay her down on the couch.
Still kissing passionately, you move your hand to caress her milky thighs. Your other hand moves to her breast.
But something made you confused. You swore it wasn't like that before. Was it because she always wears loose clothes that don't visibly show them?
Or has she had always been keeping them underneath? Whatever it is, you enjoy the feeling of touching her ample breasts.
She starts moaning as you touch her breasts. That's the reaction you want from her, but of course, you wanted more.
"I-I think we should-" You cut her off by continuing the kiss. But Chaewon stops you again.
"I think… we should… get our clothes off." Chaewon said while panting.
"Why didn't you say that sooner?" You smirk.
"You were kissing me to shut me up."
"Well, sorry about that." Chaewon bites her lips.
"Shut me up again, please." Hearing the word 'please' from her made you waste no time on stripping off her clothes.
She also helps you strip off and within seconds, you're now both naked. She caresses your toned abs and kisses it.
She sinks to her knees and you're standing while grabbing her head. When she looks up at you, it was a picture that you never knew you needed.
Chaewon looking up at you while slowly rubbing your erect dick was something else. With her new bobbed haircut and cute, petite body, it surely turned you on.
Wasting no time, she licks your tip before sucking your veiny dick. The sensation of her tongue dancing around your tip sends shivers down your spine.
You wanna say she's an amateur but how good she uses her tongue makes you question if she ever slept with a man before.
Just like in a porn video, she looks up at you while sucking that hard dick of yours. There were no cameras but it just feels like you're watching porn where in the beginning it starts with a sloppy fellatio.
But Chaewon seems to know what she was doing. You couldn't call it sloppy for how amazing her blowjob is.
However, just as you thought she isn't sloppy, she starts spitting and drooling while stroking your dick. Out of nowhere, Chaewon had her slutty mode turned on.
She tries deepthroating you and surprisingly her gag reflex is strong. Now you're very certain that she has experience in sex, especially foreplay.
That innocent gaze of hers changed into a lust filled gaze. She licks your length and then strokes it.
"Where the fuck did you learn this?~"
"Porn, of course~" She continues sucking sloppily.
Her drool falls down to her chin and to the floor. You never would've thought she would be this messy when it comes to foreplay.
She's probably the messiest out of all the girls in the house you fucked before. Hyewon would be messy at times but never this messy.
You don't even care how this escalated quickly. One moment you were both normally talking to each other, now she's on her knees, drooling.
She strokes your dick while giving kisses to your abs. Her other hand makes its way to your ass and caresses it.
Then, she stands up and kisses you with drools still left on her chin. She pulls away to look at you.
"Don't tell this to anyone." Chaewon said.
"I won't. You keep it a secret too." She nods as you lay her down on the couch.
You slap your dick on her pussy and slide it, stimulating her. Her eyes turned into begging eyes. You could see it clearly how badly she wants your dick inside her.
You comply without saying a word and slowly insert your fully erected dick inside her pussy. Once you go inside her, she bites her lips hard and grips on your arms tightly.
Much to your surprise, her pussy is very tight. It made you wonder again if she had fucked someone before or not.
"P-Please start slow~ It's my f-first time~"
Well, now your questions have been answered. You took her virginity. Both of your hands grab onto her waist and you start thrusting into her.
Not wanting her to feel pain, you start slow like she wanted. But looking again at this petite body of hers, it made you hard to resist fucking her roughly.
"Come here~" She invites you for a kiss and you're more than glad to accept it.
The living room is full of both of your moans. You move to her neck and start sucking on them like a vampire. You wanna leave your mark there and she doesn't resist about it.
Your hands move up from her waist to her breasts. Squeezing and pinching her nipples while slowly speeding up your thrusts as you see her fully succumbed to her own carnal desires.
After marking her neck, you move onto her clean-shaved pit. Though you weren't into that, something about Chaewon just makes you want to taste everything about her.
Your hands pinned hers above her head and your tongue does the job of licking that milky armpit of hers.
Even though it's filled with sweat and a distinctive smell, it didn't stop you from licking them. And apparently, it made Chaewon's breathing erratic.
Her body has the aromatic scent of a flower that you just couldn't name at the moment but it sure does turn you on.
You move to her perky breasts and start working on those pairs. Massaging the other and sucking the other, the pleasure is just overwhelming her.
You keep thrusting your hips into her before setting her up in a new position. You sit down on the couch and her back is facing you.
She slowly sinks down and once again you enter her wet and tight cavern. Though this time, you could move more inside her and she intertwines her hands with yours.
She starts moving her hips and then bounces up and down. In this position, the skin slapping is audible than earlier.
"Gosh, Chaewon-ah you're so fucking good with your hips~"
"Your dick is really reaching into my womb~" A little bit of dirty talk was exchanged between you two.
"Fuck me just like that~ Feel so good~" She added.
You hug her and your hands move to her perky breasts. The more you play with them, the louder she moans. She leans her head back and her back makes contact with your body.
She turns to the right to kiss you. The sound of your lips smooching along with the skin slapping turns you on more.
Your left hand trails down to her clit and starts rubbing them to stimulate Chaewon. You want her to gush out all her juices to your dick.
And after a little while, your wish is fulfilled. Not only is it fulfilled, it comes out with a fountain as a gift.
Because as she reaches her orgasm, she lifts her hips up and squirts all over the floor, and the table.
Chaewon got the best orgasm of her life. Her whole body twitches violently. You would've loved to see her whole reaction if you were in front of her.
But now you want to try something different. You let Chaewon regain her consciousness from the pleasurable orgasm she just had.
Once you see her eyes open and looking at you, you whisper in her ear.
"Wrap your legs around me~" Chaewon obeys you and with all the strength you still have, you stand up while she's clinging onto you like a koala on an eucalyptus tree.
With your hands on her ass, you start thrusting into her rapidly. Her light body makes it easier for you to do this position.
"Fuck~ Yes~ Yes please give me more~" Chaewon begged and it was like a boost that you needed.
Her eyes rolled back feeling the pleasure of her cunt being pounded. You kiss her sweet lips and your tongues dancing together in each other's mouths.
"I feel so fucking good~" Chaewon said.
She hugs you tight whilst moaning as you slow down and she moves her hips. Her body twitches in your arms and you took the opportunity to lick her sweaty pits.
She moves your head from her pits to look at her. Chaewon smiles at you, feeling accomplished. She licks your lips and you slip out your tongue engaging a French kiss with her.
You put her down and you move towards the window of the glass sliding door. Your saliva leaks onto the floor but both of you could care less about it.
You stop French kissing with her and turn her facing the pool outside. You caress her cute little ass before inserting it again. You lean into her to whisper.
"I'm gonna cum all over this cute little butt of yours~ You hear me?~" Chaewon nods as she arched back.
"Now be a good little girl and moan for me~"
"Y-Yes~ Please use my pussy as you want~"
And so, you ram her insides straight away after hearing her plead. You grab a chunk of her hair and pull it as you're fucking her.
You don't care anymore and just fuck her roughly. Your other hand makes its way to her breast. You pinch and pull her nipples and add the stimulation to her pleasure.
"Fuuucckkk!~ Your dick is filling me up~ More~ More please~"
"As you wish~" You start moving your hips at maximum pace.
Normally, you wouldn't do this pace unless you really want to but Chaewon's begging just really makes you want to go rough with her.
You place your chin on her shoulder while both of your hands keep playing with her nipples. You nibble her ear as you moan with your manly voice.
Soon after, you feel the buildup. That feeling of the orgasm buildup is approaching and you fasten your thrusts. You grope her breasts as you bury your face on her neck.
Without warning, you pull out just in time and send waves of cum on her juicy ass as she also dissolves into pleasure. Her body trembles violently and she grips her fist tightly, too overwhelmed by the orgasm.
In a subconscious state, she smiles while moaning and she turns her head to the left to kiss you. The sloppy kiss completes the messy post-orgasm you two had.
"Fuck… That was quite intense…" You take a look at the floor that's full with puddles created from her juices.
"And messy…"
"Shit… So this is how it feels to have sex…" Her smile made you smile as well.
"I never knew you had this side in you."
"Felt so good to finally unleash it." You kiss her again and a string of saliva is connected between you two until you both pull away.
"Wait fuck. Oh fuck!"
"What's wrong?" You asked the panicked Chaewon.
"Yena unnie and Chaeyeon unnie will be home anytime now. Shit, we must clear all this evidence now."
Chaewon immediately goes to her room and grabs a new, unused towel to wipe all the juicy mess on the floor that she made earlier. Suddenly, you have something naughty in mind.
"Let me help." You pretend to help her by fixing the couch's alignment and clean the remaining mess.
While Chaewon's on the floor wiping all the mess she made, you come from behind and grab her ass.
"Wait, what are you- Ahk!~" You really couldn't resist her.
"Continue doing what you're doing. I'll be minding my own business here."
"You asshole." She smirks.
And there goes another round of wild and sloppy sex between you and Chaewon…
Well damn, I never expect to get 400 notes on my fic but I appreciate you all so much for taking the time to read this fic of mine❤❤❤ Seriously I never thought I could get this amount based on how mediocre it looks but thank you so much☺
Suggestions if you really want to made Office Affairs... Made Eunbi the boss's wife and let the OC take her maybe??? After finding out that her husband is cheating on her... And the thing is that the Boss company is actually hers... It's kinda sucks but just a suggestion to make the OC has pride again, I feel sorry for him lol (And here I am asking for another NTR... Fuck me)
