Genres: Smut, Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff, Idol x Gamer Boyfriend Tags/Warnings: 18+ explicit content, gaming room sex, surprise visit, riding (chair), bent over desk, missionary on couch, oral, fingering, creampie, dirty talk, light teasing, multiple orgasms. Pure fantasy.
Synopsis: Chaewon decides to surprise her boyfriend after a long week of schedules. She finds him deep in a gaming session in his apartment’s setup room, headphones on and focused. But she’s in the mood to steal his attention, and the gaming chair ends up getting more action than the keyboard.
The apartment was quiet except for the low hum of PC fans and occasional clicks of a mechanical keyboard. You were locked in, headset on, trying to carry your team through a ranked match that was going sideways. It had been a long day, and gaming was your way to unwind.
You didn’t hear the front door open. Didn’t hear the soft footsteps padding down the hall. Only when a pair of small hands slid over your shoulders and covered your eyes did you jump.
“Guess who?” a familiar sweet voice whispered right next to your ear.
You yanked the headset off, spinning the chair around. Chaewon stood there in an oversized hoodie (yours, of course) and tiny shorts, hair loose and a playful smile on her face. She looked ridiculously cute and way too tempting for someone who was supposed to be exhausted from practice.
“Baby? What are you doing here?” You pulled her into your lap immediately, hands settling on her waist. “I thought you had schedules until late.”
“I finished early and missed you.” She leaned in, kissing you softly at first, then deeper, like she’d been thinking about this the whole ride over. “And I know you’ve been glued to this chair all week. Figured you needed a visitor.”
Her hips shifted in your lap, grinding lightly against you. The match was still going in the background, but you couldn’t care less. You muted the mic, kissed her harder, hands sliding under the hoodie to find she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
“Naughty girl,” you murmured against her lips.
Chaewon giggled, nipping at your bottom lip. “Only for you.”
She pushed the chair back a bit so she could stand and strip the hoodie off in one smooth motion. Her perfect tits and smooth skin filled your vision. You leaned forward, sucking one nipple into your mouth while palming the other. Chaewon sighed happily, fingers threading through your hair.
She tugged your shirt off next, then dropped to her knees between your spread legs. Your sweatpants came down easily, and she wrapped her small hand around your cock, stroking slowly before taking you into her warm mouth. Chaewon gave the best head—eager, sloppy, eyes looking up at you the whole time. She bobbed deeper, tongue swirling, until you were groaning and gripping the armrests.
“Fuck, Chae…”
She pulled off with a wet pop, stroking you firmly. “I want to ride you right here. In your precious gaming chair.”
You didn’t argue. She climbed back into your lap, facing you, and sank down slowly onto your cock. The stretch made her moan softly, forehead pressed to yours. Once she was fully seated, she started moving—slow rolls of her hips at first, then faster bounces. The chair creaked under you both, wheels rolling slightly on the floor mat.
Chaewon braced her hands on your shoulders, riding you like she owned the room. Her tits bounced with every movement, and you couldn’t stop touching them, pinching her nipples, sucking marks into her neck. She felt incredible, tight and wet, clenching around you every time she came down.
“You’re so deep like this,” she gasped, grinding her clit against you. “Missed this so much.”
You gripped her ass, helping her bounce faster. The sounds of her moans mixed with the faint game audio still playing through the headset on the desk. When she got close, you reached between you and rubbed her clit. Chaewon came hard, shuddering in your lap, pussy pulsing around your cock as she buried her face in your neck.
But she wasn’t done.
She climbed off on shaky legs, turned around, and bent over your desk, pushing some of the peripherals aside. “Like this now.”
You stood up, lined yourself up, and thrust back into her from behind. The new angle was even better. You fucked her steady and deep, one hand in her hair, the other on her hip. Chaewon pushed back to meet every thrust, moaning louder.
“Harder, baby. I can take it.”
You spanked her lightly and picked up the pace, the desk shaking under her. She came again like that, legs trembling, crying out your name. You pulled out, spun her around, and lifted her onto the desk properly. Papers and a mousepad fell to the floor as you spread her legs and slid back inside.
Missionary on the desk now—your favorite. You could see her face, kiss her whenever you wanted. Chaewon wrapped her legs around your waist, pulling you deeper. You thrust hard, the wet slap of skin filling the small gaming room.
“Gonna cum inside you,” you groaned.
“Please. Fill me up.”
You buried yourself deep and let go, pumping cum into her as she clenched around you through her own final orgasm. The release left both of you breathless, sweaty, and glowing.
You stayed connected for a long minute, kissing lazily while your heart rates came down. Eventually you pulled out, watching your cum drip down her thighs with a satisfied smirk. Chaewon laughed softly and swatted your chest.
“Don’t look so proud of yourself.”
“Can’t help it when you show up looking like that.” You helped her off the desk, then carried her over to the small couch in the corner of the room. She curled into your side immediately, tracing patterns on your chest.
“Take a break from the game tonight?” she asked, voice sleepy and content.
“Yeah. You’re way better than ranked matches anyway.”
She smiled against your skin, pressing a kiss right over your heart. “Good answer. I might visit more often if this is the welcome I get.”
You held her closer, fingers running through her soft hair. The PC fans kept humming, the monitor still glowing with the paused game, but none of it mattered. Having Chaewon here, warm and satisfied in your arms, was the only win you needed tonight.
Later you’d order food, maybe watch something together, but for now the gaming room felt a lot less like a solo space and a lot more like home.
can you do r corrupting gp chaewon into thinking that she’s sick and that she have to let r suck her off so that she can feel better
pairing. sub!gp kim chaewon x dom!fem reader.
content warnings. blackmail, blowjob, corruption, deep throat, manipulation, throat fucking.
chaewon is so adorable and cute because it’s so easy to tell her any kind of crap that sounds convincing enough to make her blindly believe your words... the jokes about her being dumb and stupid are funny because she is naturally silly and clumsy, but once you really get to know her, you realize that the jokes end up being more true than you initially thought.
a simple mild cold, caused by the change in weather, is all you need to be able to tell her a lot of crap and get inside her head. she would simply expect you to give her something basic and simple like chamomile tea with honey and lemon, so she’s honestly really surprised when you tell her that a good blowjob will make her feel so much better than before. of course she’s trying to talk to you more deeply about it because she doesn't see how something like that could help her with her well–being and health, but your tone is so confident and your words so insistent that she ends up agreeing because she can’t think in a more adult and intelligent way.
she’s so cute because she seriously doubts the truth of the situation, because she doubts it’s anything effective that will help ease her cold. but it’s also difficult for her brain to function when you're on your knees between her legs, maintaining firm eye contact with her as your lips wrap around the head of her cock and slowly you slide the entire length down your throat.
THOUGHTS ON: Inexperienced gp chaewon. Sounds a bit confusing at first but not knowing she was lowkey already rough the moment she got to use your face for the first time ! You were guiding her but she was rapidly getting it🙂↕️
You'd kneel down slowly, not breaking eyes contact with her.
She would look so lost and hesitant, a pout forming on her face.
Of course you had to do everything at first, gripping the hem of her skirt and sliding it down to her feet.
She was hard as fuck😗 her bulge visible through her panties as she looks at you shyly.
You signal her to go, and she removes the remaining fabric, freeing her arousal..she was huge as hell!!😦
She would hold the cock with one hand, she was being clumsy with it, how adorable of her !
But her size creates a contrast with her cute traits, it was weird to think at.
Not waisting anytime, you took half of the length in your jaw, licking and tasting her pre-cum.
Discovering the feeling of warmth enveloping her shaft had made her soo down bad..she couldn't hold back her little noises!!
And she didn't know it would feel that good, so the sensation made her hips move unconsciously , ramming the wood into your cavity.
She needed to steady herself tho- her hand went to grip your hair in a ponytail softly.
You were glad you didn't have to control everything, only choking on her dick and watching her.
She couldn't stop, the warmth making her addicted and bringing her to ecstasy as she cried your name constantly 😮💨.
Soon enough, she was pounding brutally, fist on your hair tightening, not caring about you anymore!
The force of the tip hitting your throat had you panicking, you muffling on her.
But sadly, the vibrations of your voices had drove her even wilder- whimpering loudly, closing her eyes as she chased her orgasm.
You could finally relax when her pace slowed because she sobbed, released her semen to your stomach and riding through the orgasm gently.
The cock pulsating as she fed you, her moving her hips with content sighs, and you sucking and gulping to drink her delicious production 🤭
Overused SMUT 18+ G!P (DOUBLE PENETRATION, VAGINAL, ANAL, FACE FUCKING)
A pajama party turning into a fucking session? Well, it was Wonyoung's idea, acting like she didn't want to fuck you raw. She invited you guys only to get you, but all of the other girls couldn't contain their desires neither!
All of you girls were having a sleepover.
You, Winter, Chaewon, Karina, and Wonyoung.
You couldn't have any more fun!!
Telling tea, eating, watching some series and debating about random stuff.
And nobody was here to disturb all of you girls.
Wonyoung's parents weren't there, and the house was far away enough from the other ones.
After drinking sodas, Winter got up.
"I'm going to the toilet, gonna piss" Winter urged, and she quickly headed out and close the room door.
"So since we have to wait for her to resume the series let's play truth or dare for a little bit" Wonyoung suggested.
You all nodded excitedly, but little did you know Wonyoung was waiting for this moment all day.
She needed you so bad and planned on how to finally able to do you.
She smirks at your oblivious smile, already hard down there.
You all get in circle and place an empty bottle in the center.
Wonyoung spins the bottle hurriedly, not looking away from you.
The bottle lands on Karina, and she takes a peek at your face, knowing what Wonyoung was planning already.
"Truth or dare, Karina?" Wonyoung asks.
"Dare, obviously" Karina looks at you curiously.
"Karina, I dare you to..kiss y/n" Wonyoung orders with a nonchalant expression.
You gasp, not expecting her to have things like that in her mind, but you lowkey didn't complain.
At all.
Karina appeared right in front of you.
You gulped, the temperature of your cheeks rising rapidly.
She sat in front of you, facing you, and took your cheeks in her hands.
You stared at her nervously.
Both your lips touched, and she kissed you, slowly.
You let her take the lead, as her hands come to wrap around your waist.
Wonyoung watches, touching herself because she found this so hot.
Chaewon, who also wanted to kiss you for months, gets hard instantly.
Karina's mouth felt like seeing life in pink.
She was more experienced than you, angling her head to make the kiss last longer.
You both lost yourselves in the kiss, Karina moving her hips towards you.
And when you thought you couldn't breathe, she pulled out with a large string of saliva connecting you both.
"Your mouth feels so good.." Karina catches her breath, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
"But you know what." Wonyoung suddenly stands up "What would you do if the three of us would take you? Right there?"
Both Karina and Chaewon looked at Wonyoung, not expecting her to say that.
You stare down nervously.
You wanted to tell yourself it wasn't a good thing.
Why would you be with them all?
But you felt the need, between your legs.
And the need was stronger than you were.
You needed them all, to feel them all.
Wonyoung chuckles, her bratty-playful nature showing more in the moment.
She takes your hand: the touch was soft despise her natural strength.
She leads you to the double bed, laying you down on it.
Finally.
You're getting what you wanted the most.
She removes her clothes slowly, letting you watch.
But Chaewon joined, and undressed you as well.
Wonyoung touches your bare waist, feeling the skin on her own.
She held her dick in her left hand and wrapped your legs around her waist.
You sighed at the feel of the tip directly against your center.
"Feel how hard I am, hmm?" She smiles smugly and grips your hips firmly.
Chaewon found one of your boobs in her mouth and you hold onto her head.
You moan as Wonyoung pushes in slowly inch by inch.
"I love how tight you are" Wonyoung praises with her eyes closed.
She pushes slowly, watching Chaewon sucking on your tit.
Wonyoung begins moving, stretching you so good.
Karina touches her bulge, imagining her being the one to fuck you.
You whimper at the two sensations, Chaewon having her feast on your chest and Wonyoung stimulating your pussy.
"You feel so good.." Wonyoung bites her lips, her hips moving forward and backward.
She was hitting your spots, it was just too peak.
You could feel every vein in you, every inch.
Meanwhile, Chaewon was eating you like a lollipop, tasting your soft and salty skin in her mouth.
You rolled your eyes with a whimper, your legs folding and unfolding everytime.
"That's good baby, take my cock like a good pet" Wonyoung wipes some of her sweat, still fucking you senseless.
And you felt it, your orgasm approaching.
Wonyoung was soon on the verge too, her pace getting more brutal and fast.
"You like that, baby?" Wonyoung breathes heavily, her midriff moving aggressively and her expression getting desperate.
You replied with a shaky "yes", of course you liked how she was fucking you deep!
She grips your hips harder, reaching an impossible pace of her shaft sliding in and out.
You couldn't do it anymore, you let out a whine, grip her shoulder and come around her.
You just coated her length with your juices, bucking your hips for a moment.
You're breathing heavy, eyes closed, and satisfied.
While Wonyoung was tensed: she moved narrowly now, panting as her climax approached.
"Fuck.." She moans, now using you for her own pleasure.
She was loosing her mind: your come glistened her shaft and made everything so messy.
Heavy sounds of squelching could be heard, along with her desperate noises.
But she couldn't do it anymore: She bottoms out, furrowing her eyebrows and she unloaded her cum into you.
You could feel the warm liquid fitting your insides perfectly, as Wonyoung collapsed on you.
Chaewon pulled back from your other breast and looked at Karina.
"Can I take her first?" Chaewon urges, almost wanting to hump the air.
Karina sighs but nods: After all, the best for the end !
You look at them in anticipation at the thought of being fucked by all of them.
But as Chaewon undresses, you all hear the door opening.
Winter, unconscious, enters the room.
But she immediately pauses, seeing Wonyoung laying on you with her member inside you, and Chaewon stripping off her panty.
They all look at her and smile weirdly.
"Can I join?" Winter suddenly removes her own clothes.
She and Chaewon got off their undergarments at the same time, freeing their pre-cum wet woods.
They were big!
Wonyoung pulls out her cock slowly, letting Chaewon take the charge.
"My turn" Chaewon goes between your legs, tracing her fingers on your clit, and your breath hitches.
Winter doesn't waste any time, placing herself over your face.
"Ready to taste dick?" Winter smiles smugly, her tongue on her teeth.
She looks at your shiny eyes, and it makes her more horny.
She groans, placing the head of her dick on your mouth.
The pre-cum drips down on your lips.
Then both the girls penetrate you.
"Woah.." Chaewon sighs..pushing herself deeper into you
You moan around Winter's cock who filled your throat completely, making you gag up.
But little did you know, Winter only cared for her pleasure.
"Your mouth is perfect" winter expresses, hips going up and down as her girth slid in and out.
You could taste her pre-cum, your tongue swirling around the skin.
She sighs at the feeling, one of her hands holding onto your hair.
Chaewon clothes her eyes and moves her hips rapidly: it was her usual pace!
The head of her dick hits your spongy spot more, massaging your walls.
"Yes.." Chaewon moans, enjoying this too much "You take us so well"
Wonyoung and Karina watch, Wonyoung cleaning herself but not dressing back yet.
Karina strokes her crotch through her clothes, mimicking the other girls' movements on you.
Chaewon's pace and size was making you cry, the vibration coming around Winter's length.
She screams, her hips moving forward faster.
"Your slutty mouth feels so good" Winter exhales, gripping your head firmer.
"Yes, use her like the cock slut she is" Wonyoung smirks, enjoying the display in front of her.
You choke on Winter, your saliva wetting her member as you breath through your nose.
The bed creaks with Chaewon's brutal motions, she was already on the verge.
"Ah! I.." Chaewon cries shakily, her hips making you slide on the mattress repeatedly.
You whine at the two sensations, and Winter can feel her own climax coming.
They both move messily, Chaewon loosing herself between your walls and Winter having a harsh grip on your hair as she hits the back of your throat.
And soon, they fill your entirety, completely deep in your two pairs of lips.
You can feel two throbbing dicks deep into both of your entries and sticky liquids filling you slowly.
"Drink this, drink your master's cum" Winter orders while still releasing her come.
You drink obediently in satisfaction, tasting her salty liquid gulping down to your stomach.
"Good girl" Chaewon sighs contently, still cuming, but when she feels you moving on her dick to reach your climax, she starts riding out her orgasm, loud obscene sounds of her cum and your past come being slapped by her cock into you.
After Winter pulls out, you cry out Chaewon's name and come down for the second time, feeling overwhelmed.
"You did so good" Winter praises, caressing your hair gently.
Chaewon takes her wood out, kissing your cum-wet lips.
Karina could finally do you.
She runs to the bed hurriedly and yanks off her own clothes.
You look at her hazily as she forces you on all fours, positioning herself behind you.
"Ahh" she moans at your thighs walls hugging her so well.
You also cry, feeling her massive length sink deeper.
But pain soon becomes pleasure as she moves in and out of you, giving your ass cheek a slap that left a little red mark.
She giggles at the sight, holding onto your hips as she fucks you from behind.
"Fuck you're so good Karina.." you whimper, head looking down.
"Shit..say my name again?" Karina urges.
"Karina" you moan softly.
She groans, her pace becoming unsteady and uncontrolled.
The three other watch with satisfaction, Wony loving how you're being used.
Karina's balls meet with your skin as her hips hit your cheeks with each thrust.
"Please..Karina.." you try to look back at her.
And she couldn't do it anymore: Moving faster, she fucked you with abandon in waves of ecstasy.
"Such a good little pet" Wonyoung watches in awe as she starts dressing back.
You grip the sheets now crying in pleasure, tears running down your cheeks as you felt overstimulated, your third orgasm approaching.
"Ugh" Karina moves like an animal, the sounds of skin hitting against skin getting louder and more frequent.
Your toes curl, and you whine loudly.
"I'm coming.." your eyes close, come dripping down your legs.
Karina sighs in need, as she soon thrusts to the hilt, unloading streams of hot semen in you.
Her hips move slowly as she fills you completely.
"So good" she catches her breath in satisfaction.
When she pulls out, you lay down on the bed, feeling used.
Your legs are limp, pussy red and swollen, and mouth and clit full with cum.
They all reach to clean your body and take care of you, so that you could feel refreshed again!
Jiyeon & Kim Chaewon x Male reader
2,270 words
A/N: Don't mind why this fic is here instead of the resort (it's being worked on), just started this one on friday and wanted to finish it this weeked (if not it would most likely have been left unfinished).
You arrive at the elegant wedding venue, a luxurious lakeside resort bathed in the golden hues of the late afternoon sun. As one of Harry's groomsmen, you're dressed sharply in a tailored black tuxedo that hugs your frame, the boutonnière pinned neatly to your lapel. The air is filled with the scent of fresh flowers and the soft murmur of guests mingling. Harry spots you immediately as you enter the groom's suite, his face lighting up with relief before creasing into concern.
"Hey, man! You made it," he says, clapping you on the shoulder. "Did you come with Patrick? I haven't seen him yet, and we need to run through the processional one more time."
You shake your head, pulling out your phone. "Nah, I drove separately. Figured he'd be here already." The two of you try calling and texting Patrick for the next hour, but it goes straight to voicemail. Finally, a message pings through from Patrick's sister: he had felt like shit the night before, went to the ER, and was admitted for dehydration and a nasty stomach bug. He was stuck there, IVs and all. "Damn," Harry mutters. "Poor guy. But... the pairings."
The bridesmaids and groomsmen had been meticulously paired off, mostly because several were already couples or married. Chaewon and Jiyeon, the two stunning women in the bridal party, were supposed to walk with you and Patrick since you were both single. No awkward exes or dates to complicate things. Now, with Patrick out, the math didn't add up. The wedding planner looked frazzled as she explained the issue in the hallway outside the suite.
Chaewon (the petite blonde with the shoulder-length bob, bright eyes, and playful energy) and Jiyeon (the elegant black-haired beauty with long, silky waves, sharp yet soft features, and a confident aura) stood nearby in their matching floral chiffon dresses, delicate white fabric adorned with soft pink roses, ruffled layers that hugged their lithe bodies, short hemlines showing off toned legs, and halter-style tops that accentuated their perky breasts and smooth shoulders. They looked like they had stepped out of a floral garden innocent yet irresistibly seductive.
After a quick talk, Harry shrugged. "It's your call, girls. We can scramble the lineup or... figure something else out."
Chaewon glanced at Jiyeon, then at you, a mischievous smile curving her full lips. "A trio could be fun," she said, her voice light and teasing. Jiyeon nodded, biting her lower lip. "Yeah, why not? As long as it's with him. We've seen you around enough to know you're not some creep." Their consent was enthusiastic, eyes sparkling with curiosity. Problem solved, for the ceremony, at least.
The wedding went off without a hitch. You walked down the aisle with both women on your arms, one on each side, drawing amused whispers and smiles from the guests. Chaewon's hand felt warm and small on your arm; Jiyeon's grip was firmer, more assured. During the reception, as the music swelled and drinks flowed freely, champagne, cocktails, shots of soju mixed with whiskey, the dynamic of us three being together started to click.
You danced first with Chaewon, her body pressing close during a slow song, her floral dress swirling around her thighs. Her breath tickled your ear as she whispered, "You're a good dancer... and you smell nice." Her hips swayed against yours, the sheer fabric doing little to hide the heat radiating from her skin. Then Jiyeon took her turn, dancing with you to a more sensual rhythm, her long black hair brushing your chest as she looked up at you through hooded eyes. "Don't think we're letting you off easy today," she murmured, her fingers tracing the back of your neck.
As the night wore on, the three of you stayed close, laughing, clinking glasses, bodies brushing in the crowd. The alcohol loosened some inhibitions and made the time less awkward. Chaewon's cheeks flushed pink, her giggles turning breathy. Jiyeon's touches grew bolder, her hand lingering on your thigh under the table. By midnight, the party was winding down, but the chemistry between you three was just building up.
"Hotel room?" Jiyeon suggested, her voice low and husky as she leaned in on one side, her full breasts pressing against your arm through the thin dress. Chaewon nodded eagerly on the other side, biting her lip. "Ours is a suite. Plenty of space... for three."
You barely made it through the door of their luxurious hotel suite before the tension snapped. The room was dimly lit by bedside lamps, a king-sized bed dominating the space, floor to ceiling windows overlooking the lake. Chaewon kicked off her heels first, giggling as she pushed you back onto the bed. "We've been thinking about this since the dance and how you treated us," she confessed, crawling over you. Her short blonde hair framed her face as she kissed you deeply, her tongue slipping into your mouth with surprising hunger. She tasted like sweet champagne and strawberries.
Jiyeon watched for a moment, then joined, shedding her dress in one fluid motion. The floral fabric pooled at her feet, revealing lacy white lingerie that barely contained her perky B-cup breasts and a tiny thong that accentuated her toned ass and smooth, shaved pussy. "My turn," she purred, pulling Chaewon off you gently and claiming your lips. Her kiss was deeper, more dominant, her long hair cascading over your shoulders as her hand slid down to palm the growing bulge in your pants.
You groaned, hands exploring. Chaewon's dress came off next, her body even more petite and lithe underneath, small, firm B-cup breasts with pink nipples already hard, a flat stomach, and matching lacy panties soaked through. "Touch me," she whispered, guiding your hand between her thighs. Your fingers found her wet folds, slick and eager, slipping one inside her tight heat as she moaned, grinding against your palm.
Jiyeon freed your cock from your pants, her eyes widening appreciatively at the thick, veiny length. "Fuck, you're big," she breathed, wrapping her soft hand around the shaft and stroking slowly from base to tip, her thumb circling the leaking head. Chaewon leaned down, her tongue flicking out to lick along the underside while Jiyeon pumped you, their mouths working in tandem, kissing each other around your cock, sucking on the head together, saliva dripping down your balls. The sight was obscene: two beautiful women, one blonde and playful, one dark-haired and seductive, sharing your throbbing dick.
You pulled Chaewon up first, her lithe, petite body flushed and trembling with anticipation. You laid her gently but firmly on her back in the center of the massive king-sized bed, the silky sheets already rumpled from your earlier making out. You spread her smooth, toned legs wide apart, knees bent and feet planted on the mattress, fully exposing her glistening pussy. Her outer lips were puffy and pink, inner folds slick with her arousal, a thin string of wetness already dripping down toward her tight little asshole. Her clit peeked out, swollen and begging for attention.
You dove in without hesitation, burying your face between her thighs. Your tongue flattened and dragged slowly from her dripping entrance up to her clit in long, deliberate strokes, savoring her sweet tangy, musky flavor, pure feminine nectar mixed with the faint taste of her earlier excitement. You circled her clit with the tip of your tongue, then sucked it firmly between your lips, flicking rapidly as she bucked her hips. Chaewon cried out sharply, her small hands flying to your hair, fingers tangling tightly in the strands as she pulled you harder against her cunt. "Yes! Right there—ahh! Fuck, your tongue feels so good!" she moaned loudly, her voice high-pitched and breathy.
Jiyeon didn't wait to be invited. She swung one long leg over Chaewon's face, straddling her friend's mouth in a smooth motion while facing you. Her perfect, round ass hovered just above Chaewon's eager lips as she lowered her own soaked pussy onto the blonde's waiting tongue. Jiyeon's long black hair cascaded down her back as she ground her wet cunt forward and backward, smearing her juices across Chaewon's mouth and chin. Chaewon's tongue immediately pushed inside her, licking deep and hungrily, making wet, obscene slurping sounds. "Mmm, yes, eat my pussy," Jiyeon purred, her voice husky with pleasure.
While Chaewon was busy devouring Jiyeon, the older girl reached down between your bodies, her elegant fingers wrapping around your throbbing, rock-hard cock. She stroked you firmly a few times, spreading the precum leaking from your tip, then guided the fat, swollen head right to Chaewon's tight entrance. You pushed forward slowly, inch by inch, feeling her velvety walls stretch and clench around your girth. Chaewon was incredibly tight, almost painfully so, her pussy gripping every ridge and vein of your shaft like it was made for you. When you finally bottomed out, balls deep, her cervix kissing the tip of your cock, she let out a muffled, guttural moan directly into Jiyeon's pussy. "So fucking full... you're stretching me so much," she gasped between desperate licks, her words vibrating against Jiyeon's clit.
You gave her a moment to adjust, then started thrusting harder, long, powerful strokes that made your hips slap loudly against her firm little ass. Her small, perky tits bounced rhythmically with every impact, pink nipples stiff and begging to be sucked. The wet squelching sounds of your cock pistoning in and out of her drenched cunt filled the room, mixed with the girls' moans and the slick noises of Chaewon's tongue working Jiyeon's pussy. Jiyeon leaned forward, her full breasts pressing heavily against your chest as she captured your mouth in a deep, sloppy kiss, her tongue dancing with yours. Her hard nipples dragged across your skin while Chaewon's muffled cries sent pleasurable vibrations straight to Jiyeon's clit, pushing the black haired beauty closer to the edge.
After several minutes of pounding Chaewon senseless, you switched positions. You pulled out with a wet pop, her pussy visibly gaping for a second before clenching around nothing. You flipped Jiyeon onto all fours, her perfect heart-shaped ass raised high in the air, back arched deeply. Her pussy lips were swollen and shiny with a mix of her own juices and Chaewon's saliva. You gripped her narrow waist and slammed into her in one powerful thrust, burying yourself to the hilt. Jiyeon was wetter than Chaewon but still incredibly snug, her walls gripping you like a hot, silky vice. "Fuck yes—harder!" she demanded immediately, pushing her ass back against you greedily. You obliged, fucking her with deep, brutal strokes, your balls slapping against her clit with every thrust.
Chaewon slid underneath Jiyeon on her back, positioning her face right at the action. Her tongue lapped eagerly at Jiyeon's clit and the base of your cock as you thrust in and out, tasting the creamy mixture of their combined arousal. She sucked one of Jiyeon's swinging breasts into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the nipple while her fingers found Chaewon's own clit again, rubbing furiously. The room was filled with the lewd symphony of skin slapping skin, wet squelching, and raw moans, "Deeper! Fuck me harder!" from Jiyeon, and Chaewon's muffled whimpers of pleasure.
You rotated between them for what felt like hours, lost in a haze of lust and alcohol-fueled stamina. Next, Chaewon rode you reverse cowgirl, her tight little ass jiggling hypnotically as she bounced up and down on your cock, her hands braced on your thighs for leverage. You could see every detail, your thick shaft disappearing into her stretched pink pussy, her juices coating your balls and dripping down. After a bit Jiyeon straddled your face at the same time, smothering you with her dripping cunt as you devoured her, sucking her clit and tongue-fucking her hole while she made out with Chaewon above you, their tongues and tits pressed together.
Then you flipped Jiyeon into missionary, her long legs wrapped tightly around your waist, heels digging into your back as you pounded her deep and fast. Her nails raked red lines down your shoulders and back while Chaewon made out sloppily with her, fingers buried in Jiyeon's pussy alongside your cock, stretching her even more. Chaewon occasionally leaned down to lick Jiyeon's clit or suck on her bouncing tits.
The orgasms came crashing through them in waves. Chaewon's first one hit like a storm, she suddenly tensed, her pussy clamping down like a fist around your cock as she squirted lightly, clear fluid gushing around your shaft and soaking your groin and the sheets. She screamed, body shaking violently, eyes rolling back. Jiyeon followed soon after on her turn, her walls convulsing rhythmically, milking your cock as she shuddered and cried out, her thighs quivering uncontrollably.
Finally, you couldn't hold back. "I'm gonna cum," you growled. They both knelt eagerly in front of you, tongues out, hands stroking your slick cock. Thick ropes of hot cum painted their faces and tongues, splattering Chaewon's blonde hair and pretty cheeks, coating Jiyeon's lips and tits. They kissed, swapping your load, giggling breathlessly.
Exhausted, you collapsed together on the bed in a tangle of limbs, their bodies pressed against yours, Chaewon's head on your chest, Jiyeon's leg draped over your thigh. "Best wedding ever," Chaewon murmured sleepily. Jiyeon smiled, tracing patterns on your skin. "And we're not done with you tomorrow morning..."
The night blurred into more rounds, slow, lazy fucks in the early hours, their bodies glistening with sweat, pussies swollen and leaking your cum. Who knew a missing groomsman would lead to the hottest threesome of your life?
"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.
──── ( 💒 ) hired to help care for baby eunchae inside the warm, impossibly intimate crane’s nest, you expect sleepless nights, bedtime stories, and learning how to survive first-time parent chaos—not the growing tension that blooms every time chaewon smiles too softly at you or yunjin corners you in the kitchen with that dangerous, knowing grin. somewhere between late-night laundry, shared breakfasts, and lullabies drifting through the halls, it slowly becomes impossible to ignore the feeling that the two women aren’t just welcoming you into their home—they’re beginning to make space for you in their hearts, too.
𝓟aring. dom!huh yunjin x sub!baby sitter!fem reader x sub!kim chaewon
𝓒ontent 𝓦arnings. abuse of power, age gap, blackmail, body worship, clit play, corruption, cunnilingus, degration, dirty talk, dubcon, face fucking, fingering, gropping, hair pulling, humiliation, multiple orgasm, pet names, praise, squirting.
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you stand on the cracked stone steps of a mansion so large it seems to swallow the sky. the wind bites at your cheeks, turning the thin scarf wrapped around your neck into a restless snake. you pull the hem of your coat tighter and shift your weight from toe to toe, the heel of your left boot scraping against the polished granite. your feet, cramped from the long walk through the evening drizzle, tap an uneven rhythm against the marble—an unconscious nervous dance you’ve done a hundred times when a life–changing opportunity looms in front of you.
you pulled the application for the nanny position on a whim, after scrolling through an online forum that warned parents of “first-time-mom overwhelm.” the post was earnest, written by a couple who introduced themselves only as “chaewon” and “yunjin,” with a short video of a chubby-cheeked baby named eunchae giggling at the camera. the couple seemed earnest—one a gentle-voiced mother, the other a sharp-dressed executive who talked about “balancing boardrooms and bedtime stories.” the pay was generous, the schedule flexible, and most importantly the job promised a chance to become the anchor for a tiny soul navigating a world that seemed suddenly too large for her.
now, standing before a brass door that bears the family’s crest—a stylized crane in flight—you wonder whether the courage you’ve summoned is enough. you pull the brass doorbell, its sound echoing like a distant chime through the marble hallways beyond. as the bell rings, a small cloud of cold fog curls around your feet, and a goose-bump runs up your spine. you fidget again, this time pulling the tassel of your bag, feeling the weight of your résumé tucked inside.
a moment later a wooden door at the side of the grand entrance swings open. a woman in a crisp white uniform steps out, her hair neatly tied in a bun, a soft smile playing at the corners of her mouth. the hallway behind her glows with warm amber light, inviting you into a space that feels simultaneously intimidating and comforting.
“good evening,” she says, her voice lilting like a gentle breeze against glass. “you must be mrs. lee. it’s quite chilly out there. come in, come in.” she steps aside, gesturing you through the doorway with a practiced courtesy that seems to erase the cavernous distance between you.
as you cross the threshold, the warmth washes over you, a sharp contrast to the damp wind clinging to your coat. the scent of polished wood and faint lavender fills the air, mixed with a subtle hint of incense that speaks of tradition. the maid—she introduces herself as “soo-min”—offers a plush sofa and a steaming mug of tea, the porcelain cup warming your fingers as she pours.
“you’ll find the living room right ahead,” she says, leading you past a hallway lined with framed photographs of a smiling couple, their arms wrapped around each other, and a small child perched on chaewon’s lap, her cheeks already roped with the pinkness of infancy. the pictures narrate a story of love and growth, a narrative you feel you are about to become part of. “the ladies are expecting you. they’ll be delighted to meet you. please, make yourself comfortable.”
soo-min disappears through an archway, leaving you alone with a faint ticking of an antique clock and the soft crackle of a fireplace that has just been kindled. you sit, the cushion molding around your spine, and sip the tea, feeling the heat seep into your cold fingertips. you watch the flames dance, each ember a reminder of the nervous sparks inside you.
the door to the main living room opens, and two figures appear across the walnut floor. the first is a woman with ebony hair cascading in loose curls over her shoulders, her smile immediate, her eyes soft and radiant as she approaches. she wears a cozy knit sweater that seems to hug her curves, and a pair of comfortable leggings—an effortless blend of motherly warmth and understated elegance.
“welcome, mrs. lee,” she says, her voice like a lullaby. “i’m chaewon, and this is my wife, yunjin.” she reaches out, her hand warm as she gently shakes yours. the contact is brief but genuine, and you feel a wave of reassurance that steadies your heartbeat.
beside chaewon stands a woman whose posture is sleek and confident, her tailored black blazer contrasting sharply with a silk scarf in deep teal. her hair is pulled back into a tidy bun, each strand immaculate, her makeup precise—an embodiment of corporate poise. yet, when she looks up, her eyes, dark and slightly mischievous, linger on you a beat longer than necessary.
“it’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” yunjin says, her voice smooth, with a chuckle that hints at amusement. “we’ve heard wonderful things. and i’ve been looking forward to seeing who will be brave enough to handle chaewon’s marathon of lullabies and my endless conference calls.” she leans in just enough for you to feel the faint scent of sandalwood on her breath.
you can’t help but notice the subtle flirtation in her tone, the way she lets her fingers linger a fraction longer on the armrest of the sofa before drawing back. a blush creeps up your neck, and you are suddenly aware of the tightness in your own throat. “i— thank you,” you manage, trying to steady your voice. “i’m very excited about the possibility of working with eunchae.”
chaewon’s smile widens. “she’s a little bundle of sunshine, just like her mother.” she places a hand on her own chest, a tender gesture that seems to say she carries a piece of the baby within herself.
yunjin’s eyes flicker with a playful spark. “and i make sure the sunshine has a roof over her head—especially when i’m not at the boardroom.” she reaches out, tapping lightly on the edge of the coffee table, where a small photograph of baby eunchae rests. the baby’s cheeks are rosy, her eyes wide, her tiny fingers curled around a soft plush bunny.
the interview begins, but not in the way you expected. chaewon asks you about your experience, your philosophy of caring for infants, your patience, and the stories you would tell during bedtime. each question is punctuated with a soft giggle or a gentle pat on your arm, as if the very act of questioning were an embrace. you answer in turn, feeling more at ease with each smile that lands on chaewon’s face.
yunjin, however, interjects with a comment that slides between professionalism and charm. “i’m curious,” she says, leaning forward, her elbows resting lightly on the polished wood. “what’s your favorite lullaby? the one you’d hum when the day has been especially long, and the baby is stubbornly awake?”
her voice lowers just a touch, making the question feel intimate. “because i think a good lullaby can turn a restless night into a quiet dream.”
you clear your throat, caught between the seriousness of the job and the warm, slightly teasing tone she uses. “there’s a classic korean lullaby called ‘arirang.’ my grandmother used to sing it to me when i was a child. it’s simple, but the melody carries a sort of yearning—and i think a child can feel that, even without words.” you feel the skin of your palm grow warm as you speak, as if the memory of that lullaby were already weaving itself into the fabric of your future days.”
“‘arirang,’” yunjin repeats, her smile widening into something that borders on flirtatious. “i’ll have to hear you perform it sometime. perhaps after you’ve taught eunchae a few steps of the dance, you can sing her to sleep, and i’ll join in with a warm cup of green tea.” she pauses, eyes locking onto yours with a look that is both encouraging and probing. the air feels charged, as if a secret is being exchanged in the space between the flicker of the fireplace and the polite rhythm of the conversation.
your cheek flushes, but you do not withdraw. “i would be honored,” you say, trying to sound confident. “i think it’s important for a child to feel both comfort and excitement, especially when the world outside the window can be overwhelming.”
chaewon reaches out and squeezes your hand briefly. “exactly. and that’s why we need someone who can blend care with a little bit of adventure. a nanny who can be a teacher, a playmate, and a confidante. we’re not looking for a robot; we’re looking for a person who brings their heart into the home.”
there is a pause, a breath caught in the room, as the fire crackles and a soft wind whips against the stained-glass windows, briefly illuminating the silhouettes of the three women inside. it feels as though time itself has slowed, allowing each heartbeat to echo louder than the last.
yunjin leans back, crossing her arms in a pose that is at once authoritative and relaxed. “we’ve been very particular about who we bring into our family,” she says, her tone now businesslike. “my schedule can be erratic—board meetings, overseas trips, negotiations that keep me on call at odd hours. chaewon’s work with eunchae can be all-day, but she also needs support when the hours stretch beyond what any one person can handle comfortably.”
she slides a sleek tablet onto the coffee table, the screen lighting up with a calendar filled with color-coded blocks—‘eunchae’s nap,’ ‘doctor,’ ‘boardroom,’ ‘gym.’ “our ideal nanny is someone who can adapt, who can handle the unpredictable, who can see a crying infant as a puzzle rather than a problem.”
chaewon nods, adding, “and we need someone who is affectionate, someone who can hold eunchae close and whisper stories that will shape her dreams. someone who can laugh with us when the day is bright, and stay calm when the clouds gather.”
your mind flickers through every job you’ve ever held—a coffee shop barista, a retail assistant, a part-time tutor—and the moments when you decided to chase a career that mattered more than a paycheck. you think back to nights spent reading bedtime stories to your younger sister, to the way her eyes would widen at the thought of dragons and moonlit seas. you think of the way your own mother’s hand had soothed you in the dark.
“my approach is simple,” you say, letting the words settle like a gentle rain. “i listen first, then observe, then act. i believe that every child carries a language of its own, and my job is to learn to speak it.” you glance at the photo of baby eunchae again, feeling a strange pull at your chest. “if eunchae needs a hand to hold while you’re busy, i’ll be there. if she needs someone to turn a frown upside down, i’ll be there. i will bring my own love for music, stories, and learning into the house, and i’ll respect the rhythm that both of you have created.”
yunjin’s eyes soften, as if a small, private smile has found a home there. “you have a beautiful way of speaking,” she says. “we will definitely consider you.”
chaewon reaches out, and for a moment you think she might kiss your cheek—a mother-like gesture of gratitude—yet she merely brushes a strand of hair from your shoulder, a gesture that feels like a mother’s protective touch. “we have a short break between bedtime and the late night work call. if you’re comfortable, we’d love for you to stay for dinner, just to get to know each other a little better. there’s a small garden out back, and the evening breeze is perfect for stories.”
the invitation feels both normal and extraordinary, a blending of professional assessment and familial hospitality. you accept, nodding, feeling the world tilt toward a new axis. “i would love that,” you say, genuinely.
as dinner is prepared, you find yourself seated at a rustic wooden table in the expansive living room, a low hum of conversation mingling with the occasional clink of china. the three of you share a simple meal—steamed rice, grilled fish, seasoned vegetables—while a soft classical piece fills the background. the aromas mingle with the scent of fresh-cut herbs from the garden just outside the sliding glass doors.
between bites, chaewon tells you about the first time she saw eunchae’s smile, a moment that made all her late-night work deadlines melt away. “she looks at the world with such wonder,” chaewon whispers, eyes shining. “i want that wonder to grow, not be dimmed by the darkness of the adult world.”
yunjin, ever the strategist, talks about the challenges of managing a high-stakes career while ensuring the family stays grounded. she pauses, letting the words sink. “we are lucky,” she says, “to be able to create a space where love and ambition can coexist. but love, in this house, isn’t just a feeling; it’s a daily act of intent.” she looks at you, her gaze steady, and the flirtatious edge of earlier conversation recedes into a softer, sincere curiosity. “it’s why we’re careful about who we bring into that act.”
when dinner ends, chaewon rises, leading you toward the garden. the glass doors slide open, revealing a moonlit oasis—a small pond reflecting the luminous orb, a swing gently swaying in the breeze, and lanterns hanging from trees like fireflies caught in amber. a faint lullaby hums from somewhere within the house, melodic and soothing.
“you must be exhausted,” chaewon says, wrapping a soft shawl around your shoulders. “come, let’s sit for a while. the night air is perfect for thinking.”
you sit on a stone bench, the coolness of the stone seeping through your trousers, reminding you that you are still dressed for a crisp autumn evening. the garden is silent save for the rustle of leaves and the distant murmur of a night owl. the serenity settles over you, an unexpected calm that feels like a promise.
yunjin joins you, her steps soft, her presence like the steady rhythm of a heartbeat. she sits beside you, not too close, but close enough that you can feel the faint heat radiating from her.
“do you have a favorite memory of being a child?” she asks, her voice low, the flirtatious spark gone, replaced by genuine interest. “a moment when the world felt magical?”
you think for a moment before answering. “my grandmother used to take me to the hills outside the city during spring. we’d sit under a big pine tree, and she’d tell me stories about the constellations. she would point to the sky and say, ‘look, each star is a promise.’ it’s something i’ve carried with me all my life— that every night, there are lights above us, waiting to be discovered.”
yunjin smiles, a soft, genuine curve of her lips. “that’s beautiful.” she pauses, then adds, “i think that’s why we chose ‘arirang’ for eunchae’s lullaby. it’s a song that travels across the country, across generations, connecting past and future, hope and longing.”
chaewon joins you both, holding a small, unopened package. “we wanted a small token for you, in case you decide to join us,” she says, handing you the parcel. inside is a delicate silver bracelet, a tiny crane perched on the wrist, its wings small yet wide, echoing the crest that adorns the mansion’s doorway. “it’s a symbol,” chaewon explains, “of protection and journey. if you wear it, remember you’re always part of this family, no matter where your path leads.”
you take the bracelet, feeling the cool metal against your skin, the weight of it like a promise. “thank you,” you say, a lump forming in your throat. “i’m honored.”
the night deepens, and a soft chime from inside the house signals that baby eunchae has been placed in her cradle, her breathing a gentle rhythm that seems to echo the lullaby you’ll someday sing. the curtain of the garden opens, allowing the faint glow of the moon to bathe the stone bench in silver.
you sit there, the bracelet humming against your pulse, the garden’s night scent—a blend of jasmine and pine—filling your lungs. around you, two women who are both partners and protectors, both confident in the world they have built and tender in the home they share, offer you a glimpse of a life you never imagined.
the sound of a distant train’s whistle rolls across the dark, a reminder that the world still moves outside these walls, but here, in this moment, time feels suspended. you think about the first day you would meet baby eunchae, about the giggles you might hear, the little hand that might cling to your finger. you think about the balancing act—between work and family, between the precision of a boardroom and the improvisation of a child’s bedtime.
a gentle rustle draws your attention to the swing swaying under the moon’s glow. chaewon stands, brushing a stray leaf from the seat. “would you like to try?” she asks, a playful tilt to her voice. “even if it’s just for a moment, to feel the wind.”
you smile, a warmth rising in your chest that has nothing to do with the cold night. “sure,” you say, rising from the bench. as you step onto the swing, yu-jin watches, her eyes reflecting the lanterns’ light, a quiet admiration in them.
the swing creaks as you push off, the garden's quiet enveloping you like a soft blanket. you close your eyes for a moment, feeling the wind brush past, the rustling leaves whispering stories of the night, the faint lullaby humming from the house, and the distant stars above—those promises the constellations once held.
when you finally come to a stop, your breath a little heavier but your heartbeat steadier, you feel something shift within. not just a job, not just a position, but a thread that ties you to a place, a family, a future waiting to be written.
back inside, chaewon offers you a cup of tea, fragrant and steaming. yunjin leans against the fireplace, a contented sigh escaping her lips. “we’ll let you think about it,” yunjin says, still holding that subtle edge of flirtatious confidence, but now tempered with sincerity. “take the night, imagine the mornings. if it feels right, we’ll welcome you fully.”
chaewon reaches across the table, her hand covering yours briefly. “anyone who loves children the way you do will fit right in,” she murmurs. “eunchae needs a heart like yours—steady, playful, and full of stories.”
you look at the bracelet on your wrist, the crane’s tiny wings catching the amber glow from the fireplace. a promise, silent but powerful, resonating through the metal and through you.
you nod, feeling both the weight and the lift of a decision. “i would love to be part of your family,” you say, the words tumbling out, earnest and sincere. “i want to be there for eunchae, for both of you, through the nights and the days.”
yunjin’s smile widens, the hint of a playful sparkle flickering back into her eyes. “welcome, ms. lee,” she says, her voice a soft echo of the wind outside, “to the crane’s nest.”
the night stretches ahead, a tapestry of moonlight, soft music, and the quiet certainty of a new beginning. you sit back, the tea cooling in your cup, the garden’s night still alive in your ears, and you realize that the fidgeting of your feet has finally found its rhythm—a beat that matches the heartbeat of a home that is waiting, willingly, for you to step inside.
and as the firelight flickers, you hear, faint but unmistakable, the gentle hum of “arirang” weaving through the walls, a lullaby that will soon be yours to sing, a promise that will soon be yours to keep.
the hours pass more gently after that.
the fire in the living room burns lower, reduced to amber embers and soft warmth spilling across the hardwood floors. somewhere upstairs, eunchae sleeps peacefully beneath layers of blankets and lullabies, untouched by the quiet movement downstairs. yunjin disappears into her late-night work call with an apologetic smile and the promise that she’ll “steal you both back eventually.”
that leaves you alone with chaewon in the kitchen.
well—not alone alone.
the realization settles awkwardly in your chest the second chaewon rolls up the sleeves of her cream-colored sweater and steps beside you at the sink.
“you already helped with dinner,” you protest softly, reaching for the stack of dishes before she can. “i can do this.”
chaewon merely hums. “and let our guest do all the work? impossible.”
guest.
the word should make you feel temporary, but somehow, from her lips, it sounds warm. careful. like you already belong somewhere in the house.
you busy yourself with the dishes before your thoughts can spiral further.
the kitchen is quieter now than it had been during dinner. the overhead lights are dimmed low, leaving only the under-cabinet glow illuminating the counters in soft gold. outside the windows, the garden sways gently beneath the moonlight.
you focus very hard on the plate in your hands.
very hard.
which is difficult when chaewon keeps standing so close.
not intentionally close, maybe. or maybe intentionally in the way sweet people are—completely unaware of the effect they have on others. every time she reaches past you for a towel or brushes your elbow while setting another dish into the sink, your brain short-circuits a little more.
“you missed a spot,” chaewon says softly.
you blink. “what?”
she steps closer.
way closer.
before you can react, her hand slips over yours where you’re holding the sponge, guiding it gently along the rim of the bowl. her fingers are warm. smaller than you expected. delicate, but confident.
“there,” she murmurs with a tiny smile. “perfect.”
your heartbeat becomes an actual problem. “r-right.”
chaewon glances sideways at you then, and there’s something unbearably fond in her expression. not teasing exactly. just… attentive. like she notices everything.
you quickly rinse the bowl, nearly fumbling it in the process.
“careful,” chaewon laughs quietly, reaching instinctively to steady it before it slips from your hands. “we don’t want the poor thing shattering.”
“sorry,” you mumble, horrified by how flustered you sound.
“don’t apologize so much.” her voice softens.
you look up. big mistake. chaewon is already looking at you, chin resting lightly against her hand as she leans against the counter beside the sink. the warm kitchen lighting catches against her features, softening every line of her face until she looks almost unreal—like someone painted from candlelight and patience.
“you get nervous easily, don’t you?” she asks gently.
your ears burn. “is it that obvious?”
“a little.” she smiles, but it’s impossibly kind. “it’s cute.”
cute. oh, you are definitely going to drop a plate now. instead, you turn abruptly back toward the sink, scrubbing a perfectly clean spoon with the intensity of someone defusing a bomb.
behind you, chaewon laughs under her breath. “i didn’t mean to make you shy.”
“you’re not,” you lie immediately.
another soft laugh. then silence settles again—not awkward silence, but something quieter. comfortable. the kind that fills a room naturally instead of demanding to be broken. water runs warm over your hands. the scent of soap and tea lingers in the air.
chaewon dries each dish beside you, movements slow and unhurried. occasionally your fingers brush when she takes something from your hands, and every single time, your stomach flips embarrassingly hard.
at one point, she reaches up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. the gesture is so casual, so gentle, that you nearly stop breathing. “there,” she says softly. “it was bothering you.”
you stare at her for a second too long. chaewon blinks first, suddenly looking just a little shy herself, which somehow makes everything worse.
“thank you,” you whisper.
for a moment neither of you moves. the sink water continues running quietly between you both. somewhere upstairs, the faint creak of the house settles into the night. beyond the windows, lantern light dances across the garden paths.
then chaewon clears her throat softly and reaches for another dish. “yunjin says i adopt people too quickly,” she admits with a small smile.
“do you?”
she glances at you from beneath her lashes. “maybe.”
your heart does something deeply unhelpful.
chaewon notices. you swear she notices. but instead of teasing you, she simply nudges your shoulder lightly with hers and hands you the last plate to rinse. “good,” she says quietly. “because i think eunchae’s going to adore you.”
morning arrives wrapped in pale gold sunlight and the scent of rain-soaked earth.
you arrive earlier than expected, fingers still cold from the autumn air outside as the gates of the estate slide open before you. the mansion looks different in the morning—less dreamlike than it had beneath moonlight, but no less beautiful. sunlight spills through the towering windows, catching against polished floors and cream-colored walls.
your stomach twists nervously as you step inside..today is your first official morning here.
before you can fully gather yourself, hurried footsteps echo from upstairs. “chaewon?” a voice calls distractedly. “have you seen my—”
yunjin appears halfway down the staircase and stops. her hair is still slightly damp from the shower, dark strands pushed carelessly away from her forehead. she’s dressed sharply already—black slacks, fitted button-up, sleeves rolled just enough to expose a gold watch at her wrist—but there’s something unfairly intimate about seeing her mid-routine like this. less composed executive, more real person caught between coffee and deadlines.
her eyes land on you, and soften immediately. “oh,” she says, a smile pulling at her lips. “you’re early.”
“i’m sorry—”
“don’t apologize.” she descends the remaining steps smoothly. “i like early.”
that does absolutely nothing helpful to your heartbeat. yunjin stops in front of you, close enough that you catch the scent of her perfume underneath fresh shampoo—clean, warm, expensive. “good morning,” she says, voice lower now. gentler.
“good morning.”
for half a second neither of you moves. then yunjin exhales dramatically and presses a hand to her forehead. “you might actually be saving my life today.”
you blink. “what?”
“board meeting in an hour. investor call in thirty minutes. i still haven’t eaten.” she points accusingly toward the kitchen. “and chaewon abandoned me for baby duty upstairs.”
a faint laugh escapes you before you can stop it. yunjin’s eyes brighten at the sound immediately, like she’d been trying to earn it. dangerous woman.
“could you make me breakfast?” she asks suddenly, leaning one shoulder against the staircase railing. “please. before i waste away tragically.”
you smile despite yourself. “i think i can manage that.”
“perfect.” she follows you instantly toward the kitchen anyway.
which is how you end up standing at the marble counter trying very hard to focus on slicing strawberries while yunjin sits across from you watching like you’re performing a live concert.
“you know,” she says casually, chin resting in her palm, “most people are terrified of me in the morning.”
you glance up briefly. “should i be?”
“probably.”
“you seem pretty harmless right now.”
yunjin lets out a low laugh. “that’s because you haven’t seen me answering emails.”
you hide your smile, reaching for bread to toast. the kitchen feels warmer this morning. brighter. sunlight streams across the countertops, catching the steam rising from freshly brewed coffee. somewhere upstairs, eunchae fusses softly before settling again.
and through it all, yunjin keeps looking at you. not subtle glances, either. full eye contact. lingering. curious. it makes concentrating nearly impossible.
“you cook confidently,” she remarks.
“i worked at a café for a while.”
“ah.” her gaze drifts slowly over your hands as you crack an egg against the pan. “that explains it.”
your brain immediately betrays you. “explains what?”
“the way you move.” you nearly drop the spatula. yunjin notices instantly. the corner of her mouth lifts. “cute,” she murmurs into her coffee cup.
oh, she absolutely knows what she’s doing. you busy yourself plating the food before your face combusts entirely. avocado toast, eggs, fruit, coffee—simple, but carefully prepared.
when you finally slide the plate toward her, yunjin looks genuinely impressed. “wow.”
“it’s just breakfast.”
“no, this is art.” she picks up her fork dramatically. “if my board members ask why i’m suddenly emotionally stable today, i’m blaming you.”
you laugh again, softer this time.
yunjin looks up immediately at the sound. there it is again—that look from last night. warm, intent, almost unfairly attentive. like she enjoys watching you react more than anything else.
she takes a bite, then closes her eyes briefly in exaggerated relief. “marry me,” she says instantly.
you choke on air.
from upstairs comes chaewon’s voice: “huh yunjin!”
yunjin bursts into laughter while you stand frozen beside the counter, horrified. “i’m kidding,” she says between laughs, though her eyes sparkle mischievously over the rim of her coffee cup. “mostly.”
“mostly?”
“don’t worry about it.”
you absolutely worry about it.
a few minutes later chaewon finally appears carrying a sleepy eunchae against her shoulder, and the sight nearly resets your nervous system entirely.
“there’s my favorite people,” yunjin says easily.
chaewon raises an eyebrow. “favorite people?”
“mmhm.” yunjin points her fork toward you without looking away. “she made breakfast. i’m emotionally attached now.”
your face burns all over again while chaewon hides a smile against eunchae’s hair.
“careful,” chaewon says sweetly. “you’ll scare her off.”
yunjin glances toward you then—slow, confident, devastating.
“i hope not.”
night arrives slowly, stretching itself across the mansion in soft shadows and amber light.
rain taps faintly against the tall windows now, gentle enough to sound soothing rather than stormy. the house has settled into its nighttime rhythm—quiet footsteps, dimmed lights, the low hum of the heater drifting through the halls.
eunchae had finally fallen asleep almost an hour ago after insisting, in the stubborn way only babies can, that bedtime was apparently a personal offense against her.
you still smile a little thinking about it.
chaewon had spent nearly twenty minutes pacing the nursery with eunchae tucked against her chest, whispering soft lullabies while yunjin leaned in the doorway pretending not to record the whole thing on her phone.
“delete that,” chaewon had whispered.
“absolutely not,” yunjin whispered back proudly.
now, though, the mansion feels peaceful.
you stand alone in the kitchen rinsing out the last baby bottle beneath warm water, sleeves rolled up past your wrists. the under-cabinet lights cast a soft golden glow across the marble counters, reflecting gently against the polished sink.
you’re so focused on your task that you don’t notice chaewon arrive until her voice drifts softly through the room.
“there you are.”
you turn quickly.
chaewon stands in the doorway wearing an oversized cream sweater that slips slightly off one shoulder and loose gray pajama pants. her hair has been tied back messily after eunchae’s bedtime routine, a few strands escaping around her face.
she looks warm.
not just physically warm, but comforting in the way candlelight is comforting.
your heartbeat stumbles a little.
“sorry,” you say immediately. “i was just finishing up.”
chaewon shakes her head, smiling gently. “you apologize too much.”
you duck your head sheepishly while turning off the faucet.
for a moment she simply watches you.
and there’s something so soft about the way she does it that your chest tightens unexpectedly.
“could you help me fold laundry upstairs?” she asks after a second. “there’s a lot tonight.”
“of course,” you answer too quickly.
her smile widens.
“thank you.” then quieter, almost absentmindedly: “i like doing chores with you.”
your brain completely forgets how to function for a second.
chaewon either doesn’t notice or pretends not to.
probably pretends not to.
you follow her upstairs through the quiet hallway, the soft fabric of your socks muffling your footsteps against the hardwood floor. warm lamplight spills from the nursery doorway as you pass, revealing eunchae asleep inside her crib beneath a tiny moon-patterned blanket.
chaewon slows automatically when she looks inside.
the expression on her face changes instantly.
tender.
completely, helplessly in love with her child.
you have to look away before the sweetness of it overwhelms you.
the laundry room beside the nursery is warm from the dryer, filled with the comforting scent of lavender detergent and clean fabric. baskets overflow with neatly dried clothes—baby pajamas, blankets, sweaters, towels.
chaewon settles onto the carpet floor with a soft sigh, tucking one leg beneath herself before patting the empty spot beside her.
“come sit.”
you lower yourself carefully beside her, close enough that your knees accidentally brush.
you immediately shift away.
chaewon’s lips twitch slightly like she’s trying not to smile.
“relax,” she murmurs.
easy for her to say.
you reach for the nearest pile instead, unfolding one of eunchae’s tiny pajama shirts.
it’s impossibly small.
“i still can’t believe people start out this tiny,” you mumble softly.
chaewon laughs under her breath.
“i know.” she carefully folds one of eunchae’s blankets while speaking. “the first week after she was born i cried because her socks looked too little.”
you glance at her with immediate affection. “that’s adorable.”
“yunjin said i was being dramatic.”
“because you were.”
the sudden voice startles you so badly you nearly throw the pajama shirt across the room.
yunjin stands in the doorway loosening her tie with one hand, looking exhausted in a way that somehow only makes her prettier.
it should honestly be illegal.
her dark hair is slightly messy from the rain outside, a few strands falling across her forehead. the sleeves of her dress shirt have been rolled to her elbows, exposing toned forearms and the expensive watch sitting loose against her wrist.
your brain notices this against your will.
and then—
then chaewon looks at her.
and everything changes.
it’s subtle.
tiny.
but immediate.
her shoulders relax. her eyes soften. the exhaustion lingering around her completely melts away into something warm and fond and deeply familiar.
like seeing yunjin is the easiest thing in the world.
“you’re home,” chaewon says quietly.
yunjin exhales dramatically. “barely alive.”
chaewon laughs softly.
without hesitation, yunjin crosses the room and bends down beside her, pressing a lingering kiss into her hair near her temple.
“missed you,” she murmurs.
you instantly become intensely interested in folding laundry.
very intensely.
so intensely, in fact, that you don’t realize you’ve been holding the same towel for thirty straight seconds.
chaewon tilts her face upward toward yunjin automatically, one hand coming up to straighten her crooked collar with gentle fingers.
“long meeting?” she asks.
“horrible meeting.” yunjin sighs before finally glancing toward you.
and immediately smiling.
“hi, sweetheart.”
your soul physically exits your body.
“h-hi.”
chaewon bites her lip hard, clearly trying not to laugh.
“what?” yunjin asks innocently.
“you can’t just call her sweetheart out of nowhere.”
“why not?”
“because you make her nervous.”
“i do not.”
both you and chaewon stare at her silently.
yunjin grins.
“okay,” she admits. “maybe a little.”
before you can recover, she drops down onto the carpet beside both of you, close enough that your shoulders nearly touch.
which is deeply unfair considering she smells like rain and expensive perfume and coffee.
“ah.” yunjin picks up one of eunchae’s socks between two fingers. “tiny laundry. my greatest enemy.”
you laugh quietly before you can stop yourself.
yunjin immediately looks at you.
directly at you.
like your laugh caught her attention more effectively than anything else in the room.
“there it is,” she says softly.
you blink. “what?”
“that sound.” her smile turns slower somehow. gentler. “i didn’t hear enough of it today.”
heat rushes to your face so quickly it almost hurts.
chaewon actually laughs this time, leaning lightly against yunjin’s shoulder.
“be nice,” she scolds softly.
“i am being nice.”
“you’re flirting.”
“and succeeding, apparently.”
you almost choke on air.
yunjin looks unbearably pleased with herself.
chaewon nudges her lightly with one elbow before reaching over to rescue the shirt currently folded into a tragic, wrinkled square in your hands.
“here,” she says gently, fingers brushing yours. “like this.”
her hands move slowly, careful and patient as she refolds the fabric.
you try very hard not to stare at her fingers.
or her face.
or the way yunjin watches her with open affection like she hung the moon herself.
“you know,” yunjin says after a moment, resting her chin lazily atop chaewon’s shoulder, “you’re fitting in here suspiciously well.”
your eyes widen slightly. “i am?”
“mm.” yunjin watches you carefully. “eunchae already likes you more than me.”
“that is not true,” chaewon snorts.
“yesterday she sneezed on me.”
“that’s not rejection, yunjin.”
“felt personal.”
you laugh again, softer this time.
the sound seems to warm the entire room.
outside, rain continues tapping gently against the windows while warm dryer heat curls around your legs. somewhere down the hallway, a floorboard creaks softly as the old house settles deeper into night.
and beside you, yunjin quietly slips one arm around chaewon’s waist, completely instinctive. chaewon melts against her immediately.
you look away so fast it almost gives you whiplash. they’re disgustingly sweet together. and somehow that makes your chest ache in a way you don’t fully understand.
“careful with that blanket,” chaewon says suddenly, nodding toward the pale yellow one in your lap. “that’s her favorite.”
“technically,” yunjin corrects, “it’s my favorite.”
chaewon smiles knowingly. “because?”
yunjin’s expression softens immediately. “because it was wrapped around her the first time she laughed.”
silence settles gently after that. not sad silence. full silence. the kind built from love instead of emptiness. chaewon reaches for yunjin’s hand without even looking, their fingers threading together automatically between them. you pretend not to notice. mostly because if you keep witnessing tenderness like this your heart may genuinely combust.
then chaewon glances toward you again. really looks at you. and whatever she sees makes her expression soften impossibly further. “thank you for helping tonight,” she says quietly.
“you don’t have to thank me.”
“i know.” she smiles. “i still want to.”
“the house feels lighter when you’re here,” chaewon admits softly.
yunjin glances toward you then too, her teasing finally gone for once. just warmth left. steady and sincere.
“it does,” she says quietly.
and somehow those two simple words affect you more than all the flirting combined.
“no more talking then.” yunjin murmured, her gaze dropping to your lips. #he leaned in, her nose brushing against yours, teasing you before she finally closed the gap to press a firm, hungry kiss against your mouth. as she kissed you, you could feel chaewon stepping up behind you, her hands reaching out to rest on your waist, completing the circle.
yunjin’s hands slid down from your waist to the small of your back, pulling you flush against her body, while chaewon’s touch sent shivers racing down your spine. the air in the apartment felt thick with tension, charged with the unspoken promises of what was about to happen. yunjin broke the kiss just enough to smirk at you, her breath hot against your skin. “now.” she breathed, her hands moving to the hem of your shirt. “let’s get comfortable.”
yunjin didn’t waste a single second; she pushed you back gently onto the plush, silk sheets of the large bed, hovering over you with a predatory grin. chaewon climbed onto the bed from the other side, her eyes fixed on your soft hair as it spilled across the pillows like silk.
“you have no idea how long we’ve been waiting to get you alone.” yunjin whispered, her hands sliding underneath your shirt to find the warmth of your skin. she leaned down, her lips grazing the sensitive skin of your neck, while chaewon’s fingers began to deftly unbutton your jeans. the room was silent except for the sound of heavy breathing and the soft rustle of clothes being discarded, as chaewon and yunjin worked in perfect, hungry synchronicity to ensure you were the center of their undivided attention.
the moment you surrendered to the sensation, the energy in the room shifted from teasing to pure, unadulterated worship. as you arched your back, your hands reaching out to pull them closer, chaewon and yunjin seemed to take it as a silent command to treat your body like a temple.
yunjin, ever the bold one, took the lead. she moved down your body, her lips and tongue tracing every inch of your skin with a feverish intensity. she worshipped the curve of your waist, the softness of your stomach, and the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, her breath hot and ragged against you. every time she found a particularly sensitive spot, she would linger there, her hands roaming your hips to hold you steady as she drove you closer to the edge.
meanwhile, chaewon was focused on your upper body and face. she leaned over you, her long hair creating a silken curtain around your heads, isolating the three of you in your own private world. she kissed your cheekbones, the tip of your nose, and the hollow of your throat, her touch so tender it was almost reverent. she used her hands to gently massage your shoulders and chest, her fingers dancing over your skin to keep you in a state of constant, delicious tension.
you were caught in a whirlwind of sensation yunjin’s hungry, demanding passion below and chaewon’s soft, worshipful caresses above. the feeling of being adored by both of them was intoxicating. yunjin looked up at you for a split second, her face flushed and her eyes dark with a primal sort of lust, a wicked grin spreading across her lips.
“you’re so responsive, (y/n).” yunjin groaned, her voice vibrating against your skin. “we’re never letting you go.”
chaewon leaned down to press a lingering, sweet kiss to your forehead, her eyes shining with affection and desire. “just let us take care of you.” she whispered. “just feel us.”
yunjin seemed to read your thoughts as if they were written on your skin. the moment your hips began to tilt instinctively toward her, her eyes darkened until they were almost entirely black with lust. she let out a low, guttural growl, a sound of pure, uninhibited hunger that vibrated through the bed.
“oh, you want it, don’t you?” yunjin purred, her voice dropping an octave into a raspy, commanding tone. she looked up at chaewon, a silent, knowing communication passing between them. chaewon smiled, her eyes shimmering with mischief, and moved to position herself so she could watch every second of what was about to happen.
yunjin didn’t make you wait a second longer. she moved with a sudden, predatory grace, her hands gripping your thighs and spreading them wide to give her full, unobstructed access. she hovered there for a heartbeat, her gaze locked onto yours, letting you see the raw, desperate need in her eyes. she wanted you just as badly as you wanted her.
“then let’s get you what you need, baby.” yunjin breathed as she descended upon you with a ferocity that stole the breath from your lungs. her tongue was masterful, swirling and teasing with a relentless rhythm that drove you toward the brink of madness. she was aggressive and demanding, her movements calculated to elicit every gasp, every moan, and every arch of your back. she worshipped you with a hunger that felt bottomless, her hands roaming your body to keep you anchored as she drove you higher and higher.
as you felt the tension coil tightly in your gut, ready to snap, yunjin leaned up, her lips brushing against yours for one frantic, messy kiss, her voice a strained, sexy command in your ear. “give it to me, (y/n)... let me feel you break.”
the sensation was overwhelming. yunjin’s tongue was relentless, her movements driving you to the very edge of consciousness. you could feel chaewon’s hands roaming over your chest and hair, her soft moans mingling with yours as the friction and heat became almost too much to bear. every time you thought you had reached the peak, yunjin would change her rhythm, teasing you with a slow, agonizing swirl before plunging back into a deep, demanding pace that made your toes curl and your vision blur.
your hips bucked uncontrollably against her, your fingers tangling in her dark hair as you chased the release. yunjin felt the tremors starting in your thighs and she let out a triumphant, dark laugh against your skin, her pace intensifying to match your desperation. she wasn’t letting up; she wanted every single drop of your pleasure.
“that’s it... just like that.” yunjin groaned, her voice muffled against you, her eyes flashing with pure, unadulterated satisfaction as she felt you begin to peak. she drove you over the edge, her tongue working with a frantic, masterful precision that sent waves of electricity crashing through your entire body. you cried out her name, your back arching sharply as the climax hit you with the force of a tidal wave, leaving you gasping and trembling in the wake of the most intense pleasure you had ever known.
as the waves of your own pleasure began to settle into a warm, heavy hum, you realized you weren't the only one craving more. you reached out, your fingers brushing against chaewon’s thigh, a silent plea for her to be part of the heat again. she had been the perfect, watching angel, but her breathing was shallow, and her eyes were glazed with a desperate, unfulfilled hunger.
yunjin, ever the observant player, noticed the shift immediately. she pulled back from you, her lips glistening and her face flushed a beautiful, messy pink. she saw the way you were looking at chaewon, and a wicked, knowing smirk spread across her face. she loved this the way the three of you could weave together in a cycle of need.
“don’t worry, baby.” yunjin whispered to you, her voice husky and dripping with satisfaction. she crawled upward, her body slick with sweat, and positioned herself beside you. she didn’t move to kiss you again just yet; instead, she settled herself right next to chaewon’s hip, her eyes fixed on her wife.
yunjin didn’t hesitate. she dove down, her head disappearing between chaewon’s thighs with the same predatory hunger she had shown you. chaewon let out a sharp, high pitched gasp, her head falling back against the pillows as yunjin’s tongue began to work its magic on her. the sound of chaewon’s soft, needy moans filled the room, a beautiful melody of surrender.
but yunjin wasn’t done being a tease. while her mouth was busy worshiping chaewon, her hand reached out, finding your own heat. she began to stroke you with a rhythmic, expert pressure, ensuring you weren’t left behind in the wake of chaewon’s arousal. she was managing both of you, a conductor of pure sensation.
as the sight of yunjin devouring chaewon unfolded before your eyes the sight of her dark hair moving against chaewon’s pale skin, the sounds of their shared passion the visual was almost too much to bear. you watched, mesmerized, as yunjin’s hand worked you, her eyes occasionally flicking up to catch yours, smoldering with a dark, triumphant pride. she was enjoying the view of you watching them just as much as she was enjoying the taste of chaewon.
the room was a symphony of wet sounds, heavy breathing, and the scent of desire. you felt caught in a beautiful, erotic loop: yunjin’s mouth on chaewon, chaewon’s cries of pleasure, and yunjin’s hand driving you toward a second, even more intense peak. it was a perfect, hedonistic chaos.
the intensity was building to a fever pitch. as yunjin focused her attention on chaewon, her fingers didn’t just fuck you; they became more demanding, more purposeful, driving you toward a crescendo that felt even more explosive than the first. you were caught in the middle of a beautiful, erotic storm, watching the two of them lose themselves in each other while simultaneously feeling every expert movement of yunjin’s hand on your own body.
chaewon’s hips began to buck rhythmically against yunjin’s face, her cries turning into breathless, desperate whimpers of your name and yunjin’s. the sight was intoxicating the way yunjin’ dark hair contrasted with chaewon’s skin, the way their bodies seemed to melt into one another. you felt like you were drowning in sensation, your vision blurring as the tension in your core reached a breaking point.
yunjin, sensing your impending climax, didn’t slow down. she increased the speed, her thumb pressing firmly against your clit in a way that made your entire body shudder. she looked up for a fleeting second, her eyes wild and dark, catching your gaze just as the first wave of your second orgasm crashed over you. you let out a choked, melodic cry, your fingers digging into the silk sheets as your body trembled with the sheer force of the release.
as you drifted in the afterglow, gasping for air, yunjin finally pulled away from chaewon. she crawled up the bed, her skin glistening with sweat, and pulled both of you into a tight, heated embrace. she kissed your forehead and then chaewon’s, a rare moment of softness in her usually predatory demeanor.
“see?” yunjin whispered, her voice a low, satisfied purr as she pulled the duvet over the three of you. “i told you we’d have fun.”
You used to think Chaewon was stronger than anyone you’ve met.
At nineteen, she carried herself like a storm in a small package, sharp black bob haircut swaying with every confident step, feline eyes sparkling with mischief and ambition. She was the girl who dragged you to midnight convenience store runs after grueling dance practices, laughing until her cheeks hurt, belting out idol songs at the top of her lungs even when her voice cracked. Two years of friendship, and you had fallen harder than you ever admitted. You were her safe place. The one she called when the weight of trainee life became too much. The one who held her hair back after her first painful rejection and told her she was going to shine anyway.
Now, that girl was gone.
It started slowly, like cracks spreading across thin ice. The company dropped her four months ago with a cold email: “We regret to inform you that your contract will not be renewed. Your image does not align with our current group concept.” Too short. Too ordinary face. Vocal tone not distinctive enough. Not enough “it factor.” Chaewon read it in your apartment, sitting cross-legged on your couch, and forced a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Their loss, right?”
You believed her then.
But the smiles stopped coming.
She replaced auditions with soju bottles. Nights out became every night. The black bob that used to be perfectly styled now hung limp and messy around her pale face, uneven because she kept cutting it herself when the anxiety got too loud. Her apartment turned into a battlefield of empty bottles, crumpled soju packs, and clothes that smelled like other men’s cologne.
You tried to be there. You really did.
The first time you confronted her lightly, she had come home with a hickey the size of a coin on her collarbone. “It’s nothing,” she’d snapped, pulling her hoodie higher. “Don’t act like my dad.”
The second time was worse. You picked her up from a club at 4 a.m. after she texted you a garbled “come get me.” She was drunk, mascara streaked, skirt riding up, and there were fingerprints bruised into her thighs. She cried in your car, then laughed hysterically when you tried to talk to her. “At least someone still wants to touch me.”
Tonight, the fracture finally split wide open.
It was 2:47 a.m. when your phone lit up with messages from a mutual friend. The photos made your stomach turn: Chaewon at a dingy bar near Hongdae, laughing too loudly, slumped against a stranger’s chest. His hand was under her skirt. Her eyes were vacant. Another photo showed her stumbling out with him, his arm around her waist like he already owned her for the night.
You didn’t think. You just drove.
Her apartment door was unlocked, again. The stench hit you first: sour alcohol, stale smoke, cheap perfume, and sex. The living room was a disaster. Bottles everywhere. A broken glass by the couch. Her phone lay on the floor with a cracked screen, still playing some sad ballad on loop.
And there she was.
Kim Chaewon sat on the couch in nothing but your old oversized black t-shirt, the one she stole months ago and never gave back. It barely covered the tops of her smooth thighs. Fresh hickeys dotted her neck and collarbone like ugly stamps. Her short black bob was a tangled mess, strands sticking to her tear-streaked, flushed cheeks. She looked tiny. Fragile. Hollow.
She lifted her head slowly when you closed the door. Her eyes, once so sharp and full of fire, were red-rimmed and glassy from drinking.
“…Y/N?” Her voice was raspy, wrecked. “Here to play hero again?”
You stood there, fists clenched at your sides, heart twisting violently. “What the fuck, Chaewon? Look at yourself.”
She laughed. It was an ugly, bitter sound that ended in a sob she tried to swallow. “Why? So you can tell me how disgusting I am?” She grabbed the half-empty soju bottle beside her and took a long swig, some of it spilling down her chin and onto your t-shirt. “I already know.”
You stepped closer, kicking aside an empty bottle. “This has to stop. You’re destroying yourself. Every night it’s the same shit, different guy, same empty look in your eyes the next day. I can’t keep watching you do this.”
Chaewon’s expression twisted. She stood up too fast and swayed, catching herself on the arm of the couch. The hem of the t-shirt rode up, revealing the curve of her bare ass and more marks on her skin. She didn’t even bother pulling it down.
“You think I don’t know that?” Her voice rose, cracking like glass under pressure. “You think I enjoy waking up in some random guy’s bed smelling like cum and regret? Feeling so fucking used that I want to scrub my skin off?”
Tears welled up again, but she angrily wiped them away.
“I’m nineteen, Y/N. Nineteen! I was supposed to debut this year. I gave up school, friends, everything for that dream. And what do I have now? Nothing. My parents look at me like I’m a failure who wasted their money. My mom told me last week I should just get married early because ‘no one will want a washed-up trainee.’ My dad doesn’t even call anymore.”
She took another step toward you, voice shaking with months of suppressed pain.
“Every time I look in the mirror I see why they dropped me. Too plain. Too short. My voice cracks when I’m nervous. My dancing isn’t sharp enough. I’m not special. I’m just… ordinary. And it fucking hurts.” Her small hands clenched into fists. “So yeah, I drink until I can’t feel it. I let strangers fuck me because for ten minutes I’m not worthless. I’m wanted. Desired. Even if they don’t remember my name after they cum.”
You felt your chest cave in. The girl you loved, yes, loved, was breaking right in front of you, and every word carved deeper.
“Chaewon…” you tried, voice rough.
“No!” she shouted, shoving your chest hard. “Don’t give me that pity look! I see it every time you look at me now. The disappointment. The same fucking look everyone gives me. Even you.” Fresh tears spilled down her cheeks. “You used to look at me like I was going to be a star. Now you just look at me like I’m pathetic. Like I’m already ruined.”
She shoved you again, harder, her whole body trembling.
“I hate myself!” The words tore out of her like a scream. “I hate how empty I feel. I hate waking up alone after they leave. I hate that the only time I feel anything is when someone’s inside me, even if it’s rough and meaningless. At least then I’m not thinking about how I failed at the one thing I was good at.”
Her voice dropped to a broken whisper, but the pain in it was deafening.
“And the worst part? I see how you look at me when I talk about the guys. Your jaw clenches. Your eyes get dark. You want me too, don’t you? But you’re too good to touch someone as dirty as me now.” She laughed bitterly through her tears. “So go on. Tell me how disgusting I am. Tell me I’m a slut. Tell me you’re done with me. Just… make me feel something real for once.”
The air between you was suffocating, thick with rage, heartbreak, years of unspoken longing, and a dark, dangerous hunger that had finally clawed its way to the surface.
You grabbed her wrist when she tried to shove you again, pulling her closer. Her tear-stained face was inches from yours, lips parted, breathing ragged. The tension snapped taut like a wire about to cut skin.
This wasn’t going to end with words.
The silence after her broken confession lasted less than three heartbeats.
You grabbed her by the shoulders and slammed her back against the wall. Chaewon gasped sharply, but her eyes blazed with fury and desperate hunger. Before she could spit another insult, your mouth crashed into hers in a violent kiss. Teeth clashed. Tongues fought. She bit your lower lip hard enough to draw blood, and you retaliated by shoving your hand between her thighs, finding her completely bare and already soaking wet.
“Fucking slut,” you growled against her mouth, plunging two thick fingers deep into her tight cunt without warning. Chaewon cried out, her walls clenching greedily around the sudden intrusion. “This pussy is dripping just from fighting with me?”
“Shut up–” she hissed, but her hips rolled shamelessly against your hand, chasing the rough friction. You curled your fingers viciously, stroking that spongy spot inside her while your thumb ground hard circles on her swollen clit. Her short black bob bounced as her head thrashed against the wall, tears still streaming down her flushed cheeks.
You ripped your fingers out, spun her around, and shoved her face-first against the wall. The oversized t-shirt was yanked up to her waist in one brutal motion. You freed your aching cock, thick and rock-hard, from your pants and slapped it against her soaked folds.
“You want to feel something real?” You pressed the fat head against her entrance, teasing her dripping hole. “Then take it.”
You slammed into her in one savage thrust, burying every inch inside her scorching, velvety heat. Chaewon screamed, her pussy spasming wildly around your girth. She was impossibly tight, fluttering and gushing around you as you stretched her open.
“Fuck–-too big–!!” she sobbed, nails scraping down the wallpaper.
You didn’t give her time to adjust. You pulled back and started pounding her with merciless force, hips snapping forward so hard her small body jolted with every thrust. The wet, obscene slap of skin on skin filled the messy apartment. You gripped her narrow waist with bruising strength, yanking her back onto your cock like a toy.
“This is what you wanted, right?” you snarled, leaning over her to bite the side of her neck hard enough to leave another mark on top of the ones from last night. “Getting fucked like a worthless whore. No more random cocks, Chaewon. This sloppy little cunt is mine now.”
“Yes–fuck—I–hate you—” she moaned brokenly, pushing her ass back to meet your brutal thrusts. Her walls clenched rhythmically, milking your shaft as you railed her against the wall. You reached around and rubbed her clit roughly, forcing her closer to the edge.
She came violently within minutes, her whole body seizing, pussy squirting around your pistoning cock, juices running down her trembling thighs. She screamed your name mixed with curses, but you didn’t slow down. You fucked her straight through her orgasm, chasing your own anger.
You pulled out suddenly, spun her around, and lifted her. Chaewon’s legs wrapped around your waist instinctively as you carried her to the couch and bent her over the armrest. Her perfect ass was presented to you, red from the impact of your hips. You spanked her hard, once, twice, three times, leaving bright handprints on her pale skin before slamming back inside her from behind.
Deeper. Harder. Meaner.
You gripped her messy black bob like reins, yanking her head back sharply as you destroyed her pussy. Every thrust made her small tits bounce under the bunched-up t-shirt. You reached around to pinch and twist her sensitive nipples, making her wail.
“Tell me how many guys fucked this hole this week,” you demanded, slamming into her so deep your balls slapped against her clit.
“Three—ahh—fuck—four!” she sobbed, voice hoarse. “But none felt like this, none of them—”
“Good.” You fucked her even harder, the couch scraping across the floor from the force. “You’re going to feel me for days. Every time you sit down, you’ll remember who this pussy belongs to.”
Chaewon came again, harder this time, her legs shaking uncontrollably as she squirted all over your cock and the floor. Her cries were raw, broken, filled with months of pain and relief.
But something shifted.
The brutal rhythm slowed. Your grip on her hair loosened, turning into something closer to a caress. You pulled out, turned her over, and carried her to the bed with surprising gentleness. When you laid her down and climbed on top of her, Chaewon’s tear-filled eyes met yours, vulnerable, exhausted, and full of something deeper than lust.
You pushed back inside her slowly, inch by inch, until you were buried to the hilt. This time you didn’t pound her. You rolled your hips in deep, languid strokes, grinding against her clit with every thrust. Chaewon whimpered, wrapping her arms and legs around you tightly, clinging like she was afraid you’d disappear.
“I’m sorry…” she whispered, fresh tears spilling down her temples into her black hair. “I’m so sorry for everything…”
You kissed her tears away, then captured her lips in a slow, deep kiss full of emotion. Your cock dragged along every sensitive ridge inside her, filling her completely with every gentle but powerful thrust.
“I’ve got you,” you murmured against her mouth. “I’m not leaving. Never again.”
The sex turned achingly tender. Long, sensual strokes. Skin sliding against skin. You cradled her face in both hands, thumbs brushing her wet cheeks while you made love to her. Chaewon’s walls fluttered and clenched around you, pulling you deeper as another orgasm began building, this one slower, heavier, devastating.
You kept the pace steady, grinding deep, kissing her neck, her collarbone, her swollen lips. “I love you, Chaewon. Even like this. Especially like this.”
That broke her.
Her third orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave. Chaewon cried out, loud, raw, and completely undone, her entire body shaking violently beneath you. Her pussy spasmed endlessly around your cock, milking you with powerful contractions as she squirted again, soaking both of you. Tears poured down her face in heavy streams. She sobbed openly, clinging to you desperately, burying her face in your neck as wave after wave of pleasure and emotion tore through her.
The feeling of her falling apart so completely, crying, trembling, giving herself to you fully, pushed you over the edge. You buried yourself as deep as possible and came hard, thick ropes of hot cum flooding her spasming cunt. Pulse after heavy pulse, filling her until it overflowed and leaked out around your shaft.
You stayed inside her, softening slowly, holding her through the intense aftershocks. Chaewon kept crying softly against your chest, her small body trembling in your arms. You stroked her messy black bob, kissed her forehead, her damp temples, her swollen lips, whispering soothing words until her sobs gradually quieted into exhausted sniffles.
“I was so scared…” she whispered hoarsely, voice barely audible. “I thought I’d lost everything… including you.”
“You haven’t lost me,” you said, pulling the covers over your tangled bodies while staying buried deep inside her warmth. “We’re going to fix this. Together. No more running. No more strangers.”
Chaewon nodded weakly, pressing her face tighter against your chest. For the first time in months, the emptiness in her eyes was gone, replaced by fragile hope and exhaustion.
She fell asleep like that: wrapped around you, your cum slowly leaking out of her, tears drying on her cheeks, your hand gently stroking her short black hair.
The storm wasn’t over. But for tonight, in the wreckage of her apartment and her broken heart, Chaewon finally felt safe.
