The keypad at the front door chirped, a series of sharp beeps followed by the heavy thud of the deadbolt sliding back. Chaehyun stumbled in, her small frame nearly swallowed by an oversized black hoodie that hung halfway down her thighs. She kicked off her sneakers, leaving them haphazardly on the hardwood, and let out a long, shuddering breath that seemed to deflate her entire body. Her pale skin looked almost translucent under the recessed lighting of the foyer, her face stripped of the soft makeup she always had.

"I thought you’d be halfway to the moon with that schedule of yours," you said, your voice vibrating in the quiet of the room.

She looked up, a weary smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "The moon would be quieter than the dorm right now. Hikaru and Youngeun are having a dance-off in the living room, and Hiyyih is trying to bake something that smells like burnt rubber. I just needed to breathe, Oppa."

She crossed the room with a tired grace, her stature making her look like a doll against the high ceilings of your home. You reached out as she passed, your hand catching the small of her back. The fabric of her hoodie was thin, and you could feel the heat of her skin radiating through it. You felt a familiar, dark pull in your gut, a tension you’d spent years burying under the guise of sibling affection. You squeezed her waist, your fingers sinking into the soft curve of her hip.

"Chae, are you even eating?"

"Manager-nim is strict this comeback. Every calorie is a crime," she sighed, leaning her weight into your hand for a fleeting second before pulling away to head toward the kitchen. "Do you have any of those peaches from the market? I’ve been thinking about them since we finished the last fansign. But I think I'm just happy to be home.”

You followed her into the narrow space between the island and the counter. The air between you felt thick, charged with the sort of heavy electricity that precedes a summer storm. She reached up for a bowl on the top shelf, the movement pulling the hem of her hoodie upward. The sight of her pale, luscious thighs and the hint of the lace edge of her underwear sent a jolt of heat straight to your crotch. You didn't move away. Instead, you stepped closer, your body looming over her smaller frame until your chest was inches from her back.

"They're in the crisper drawer," you murmured, your voice dropping an octave.

As she turned to reach for the refrigerator, she bumped right into you. The sudden contact was a physical shock. You felt the softness of her large boobs against your chest, the pressure of her stomach against your belt. But more than that, she felt the rigid, unmistakable length of your erection pressing firmly against her hip. Her breath hitched, her eyes widening as they locked onto yours. The silence in the kitchen became absolute, broken only by the hum of the fridge.

"Oppa... what is that?" she whispered, her voice trembling, though she didn't pull away.

"It’s been a long time since you visited, Chaehyun. Too long."

"You shouldn't... we're family. Put it away," she said, her words lacking any real conviction. She made a half-hearted attempt to push against your shoulders, but her hands lingered on your chest, her fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt.

"Family doesn't mean I stop being a man. And it doesn't mean you stop being the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," you replied, your hand sliding down from her waist to cup the firm, rounded cheek of her butt. You pulled her flush against you, grinding your hardness against the junction of her thighs.

"Wait, I... the girls might call. Mom might call," she stammered, her face flushing a deep, dusty rose. Her heart beat like a trapped bird against your chest. "This is wrong. We’re going to regret this when the sun comes up."

"Then let's make sure the night is worth the regret," you whispered, leaning down to press your lips against the sensitive curve of her neck.

She let out a soft moan, her head falling back against your shoulder. The resistance died in her eyes, replaced by a glazed, heavy-lidded hunger that mirrored your own. She turned in your arms, her hands sliding up to the back of your neck, pulling you down until your lips met hers. The kiss was desperate and messy, a collision of teeth and tongue that tasted of suppressed years and forbidden Need. Her saliva was sweet, and she drank yours in as if she were starving.

You lifted her onto the marble counter, her legs immediately wrapping around your waist to pull you deeper into the heat of her lap. Your hands moved with a frantic purpose, diving under the hem of her hoodie to find her breasts. They were heavy and full, filling your palms perfectly. You flicked your thumbs over her nipples, feeling them harden instantly through the thin lace of her bra.

"I’ve wanted this since I debuted," she confessed between gasping breaths, her Busan accent slipping back into her speech, thick and honeyed. "Every time I saw you at the shows, watching me from the wings... I just wanted to come home to you."

"Then show me, Chae. Show me how much you wanted me."

She slid off the counter, dropping to her knees on the cold tile. Her eyes were fixed on your fly. With trembling fingers, she unbuttoned your trousers and slid the zipper down, the sound of the metal teeth rasping through the quiet room. Your cock sprang free, thick and throbbing, the head already glistening with a bead of clear pre-cum. She stared at it for a moment, her tongue darting out to lick her lower lip.

She reached out, her small, pale hand wrapping around the base of your shaft. The contrast of her delicate skin against your dark, veiny length was striking. She squeezed, her thumb smoothing the pre-cum over the sensitive glans before she leaned in. Her first lick was tentative, the tip of her tongue swirling around the rim, but then she opened her mouth wide and took you in.

The heat of her throat was a revelation. She sucked with a rhythmic, desperate intensity, her cheeks hollowing as she pulled the air out of the space between you. You groaned, your hands tangling in her hair as she bobbed her head, taking as much of your length as she could manage. The wet, slapping sound of her lips against your skin filled the kitchen. She looked up at you through her lashes, her eyes watering as you brushed against the back of her throat, but she didn't stop. She used her hand to stimulate the base while her tongue danced over the frenulum, creating a swirling vortex of friction that had your toes curling against the floor.

"So sloppy, Chae... you're a natural," you grunted, your hips beginning to thrust reflexively into her mouth.

She hummed against you, a vibration that traveled straight to your core. She pulled back, a long string of silver saliva connecting her lips to the head of your cock. She didn't wait for a command before she stood up and began peeling her hoodie over her head.

Underneath, she was breathtaking. Her skin was the color of fresh cream, unmarked and flawless. Her breasts were large and heavy, the pale orbs topped with large, pretty pink nipples that stood out like berries against snow. She reached back to unhook her bra, letting it fall to the floor before sliding her panties down her legs. She was perfectly shaven, her mound smooth and glistening with the moisture already leaking from her core.

You didn't waste another second. You stripped out of your shirt and tossed your pants aside, your own body tall and imposing as you stood before her. You picked her up, her light frame effortless in your arms, and carried her toward the sofa in the living room. The moonlight filtered through the windows, casting long, dramatic shadows across her naked form.

As you laid her down on the velvet cushions, your phone began to vibrate on the coffee table nearby. The screen lit up with a photo of a smiling middle-aged woman. MOM flashed in bright, unforgiving letters. Chaehyun froze, her eyes darting to the phone and then back to you.

"Oppa... she’s calling. What if she knows?"

"She doesn't know anything," you said, your voice a low growl as you reached out and flipped the phone face down, silencing the buzz. "Right now, there’s no one else in the world but us."

You spread her legs wide, the sight of her pink, swollen folds making your vision swim. You dipped a finger into her wetness, finding her clit buried under the hood. She gasped, her back arching off the sofa as you began to circle the sensitive nub. She was so wet that your finger made a loud, squelching sound with every movement.

"Please," she whimpered, her hands clutching at the cushions. "I need you inside. Now."

You positioned yourself between her thighs, the head of your cock probing the entrance of her tight, shaven pussy. She was burning hot. You pushed forward slowly, savoring the way her walls stretched to accommodate your girth. She let out a sharp cry, her fingernails digging into your forearms as you buried yourself deep, your balls slapping against her sensitive skin with a fleshy thud.

"You're so tight, Chaehyun... like you were made for me," you hissed, the sensation of her internal muscles clenching around you almost enough to end it right then.

"I was," she sobbed, her legs hooking over your shoulders to give you deeper access. "I’m yours. Only yours."

You began to move, your thrusts long and deliberate. The sound of your bodies colliding, the wet, rhythmic shlicking of your cock sliding in and out of her soaked heat, echoed in the large, empty house. Every time you bottomed out, you felt the soft resistance of her cervix, a sensation that made her eyes roll back in her head. Her breasts jiggled with the force of your movements, the heavy mounds swaying and bouncing as you picked up the pace.

You reached down, grabbing her breasts and kneading them, your thumbs rough against her pink nipples. She cried out, her voice cracking with pleasure. "MORE! HARDER, OPPA! BREAK ME! FUCKKK!”

You didn't need to be told twice. You shifted your weight, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand while the other moved down to thumb her clit as you hammered into her. The friction was incredible. The air in the room grew heavy with the smell of sex, a potent mix of sweat, expensive perfume, and the musky scent of her arousal.

She began to shake, her internal walls pulsing in a rhythmic cadence that signaled her climax. Her breath came in short, jagged hitches, her pale skin flushing a deep scarlet from her chest up to her cheeks. "I'm... I'm going... Oppa! Nghhhh… AHHH!”

She screamed into the quiet of the house, her entire body rigid as she came, her pussy clamping down on you with a strength that was almost painful. The sheer intensity of her orgasm pushed you over the edge. You let out a guttural roar, your hips stuttering as you began to pump your seed deep inside her. You felt the hot jets of your cum hitting the back of her throat—no, her womb—as you filled her over and over, the liquid warmth spilling out of the contact point and running down her backside onto the velvet. Not caring that this was the same sister you took care of then during childhood.

You collapsed on top of her, your hearts beating in a frantic, synchronized tattoo. The silence returned, heavier now, weighted with the gravity of what you had done. Chaehyun’s hands came up to stroke your hair, her touch gentle and trembling.

"We can't go back now, can we?" she whispered into the crook of your neck.

"I don't want to go back," you replied, kissing the top of her head.

The phone on the table buzzed again, another missed call from the world outside, but neither of you moved. The shadows in the room shifted as the moon crossed the sky, tracing the lines of your intertwined bodies. You stayed like that for a long time, the only sound the steady, synchronized breathing of two people who had finally crossed the line they’d been walking for a lifetime.

Eventually, the chill of the air conditioner began to bite at your sweat-slicked skin. You pulled out of her with a wet, sucking sound, a mixture of your cum and her juices trailing after you. She looked down at herself, at the mess between her thighs, and a small, mischievous smile played on her lips.

"I think I need a shower," she said, her voice regaining some of its idol playfulness, though her eyes remained dark and knowing.

"I’ll help you," you said, standing up and offering her your hand.

You led her toward the master bathroom, the marble tiles cold under your bare feet. The shower was a large, glass-enclosed walk-in with a rainfall head that cascaded from the ceiling. You stepped inside and turned the handle, waiting for the water to turn steaming hot before pulling her in with you.

The water hissed as it hit the floor, filling the small space with a thick, white mist. You stood under the spray, letting the heat wash away the sweat and the scent of the living room. Chaehyun leaned against the tiled wall, her eyes closed as the water poured over her pale shoulders and breasts. You picked up a sponge, lathering it with a sandalwood-scented wash, and began to clean her.

Your hands moved slowly, tracing the curves you had just claimed. You washed her breasts, the pink nipples still sensitive and swollen. You moved down to her stomach, and then lower, carefully cleaning the remnants of your climax from between her legs. She sighed, her hands resting on your shoulders for balance, her head tilted back as the water sluiced through her hair.

"What happens tomorrow?" she asked, the steam making her voice sound ethereal.

"Tomorrow you go back to being Chaehyun of Kep1er," you said, kneeling down to wash her legs. "And I go back to being the brother who waits for her."

"And tonight?"

You stood up, pulling her close until the water was trapped between your chests. You looked into her eyes, seeing the reflection of your own forbidden desire mirrored back at you.

"Tonight isn't over yet," you said, your hand sliding down to cup her rear once more, lifting her so she could wrap her legs around your waist in the spray of the shower.

She laughed, a bright, clear sound that cut through the hiss of the water, and pressed her forehead against yours. The world outside the apartment. The cameras, the fans, the family expectations faded into the mist. In the quiet of the Busan night, there was only the heat of the water and the even greater heat of the person in your arms.

You didn't answer when the phone rang a third time from the living room. You simply turned the water up hotter, pulled her closer, and let the rest of the world wash away. The steam rose, thick and blinding, as you began to move against her again, the slickness of the soap making every touch electric.

This was the sanctuary she had sought, and this was the price you were both willing to pay. In the reflection of the glass, you looked like a single entity, two halves of a whole that had finally found their fit, regardless of the names the world gave you. As the sun began to hint at the horizon, casting a pale grey light over the sea, you remained locked in the warmth of the shower, choosing the shadow of the taboo over the glare of the truth.

The water eventually ran lukewarm, and then cool, but the fire between you didn't dim. You dried her off with a plush towel, wrapping her like a precious porcelain doll before carrying her to your bed. She fell asleep almost instantly, her hand clutching yours even in her dreams. You lay awake for a long time, watching the rise and fall of her chest, knowing that when she woke, the mask would have to go back on. But for now, in the stillness of your home, she was just Chaehyun, and she was yours.

The morning light finally broke through the clouds, painting the room in hues of gold and amber. The city of Busan began to wake up, the distant sound of traffic and the calls of gulls marking the start of a new day. You watched her sleep, the peace on her face a sharp contrast to the chaotic life she led. You knew this wouldn't be the last time. The bridge had been burned, and the only path left was the one you were carving together, hidden in the quiet corners of a life lived in the spotlight.

You closed your eyes, finally letting exhaustion take hold, the scent of her skin the last thing you knew before the world faded to black. The phone remained silent on the table, the screen dark, the missed calls a testament to a world that no longer had a say in what happened behind these closed doors. In the end, the only thing that mattered was the heat, the touch, and the silence you shared.

——— END OF STORY.

anyways. vote. ill start making this once i post my winter fic soon

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“This place is a bit–secluded, Chaehyun. Are you sure we can’t do it at our dorm?” Your expression is nothing short of quizzical. You’re not sure why your link partner would have to drag you out to the back of your school gym like this. Not that you’re against the idea, of course. Being alone with her is one of the best things that has ever happened to you. Still, what’s going to happen remains a mystery, and not going to lie, that scares you a bit.

“Come on, there’s no place better than here. There are eyes everywhere, you know?” she tries to persuade. That doesn’t work–yet.

You pull out your judging face, staring into her pretty eyes. You’re trying to pry something out of her, and that’s the secret to why here?

“Chaehyun, what are we doing here?” you ask, trying to sound stern.

Chaehyun is a little taken aback by your directness. Her resolve falters slightly. She looks–concerned. Did you just scare her?

“I–It’s just a gift, okay? It’s not something bad. I–I’m sure you’ll love it!” she finally replies, trying to sound stern, but her voice is shaking. She’s intimidated by you.

“Oh,” you utter, taken aback a little. You shouldn’t have doubted your cute senior, after all. “Oh, sh–shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to–”

She laughs, visibly happy that the tension dissolves into the air. Shouldn’t have made it a big deal in the first place. “Oh, don’t worry, we’ll all forget this in five minutes, alright?”

You let out a sigh, relieved. “S–Sure, Chaehyun.”

“So, the gift!” she says with an unmatched enthusiasm. How lucky you are with your link partner, gotta keep this energy and pass it on to your junior.

Wait.

She has nothing on her. There’s no visible bump in her pockets.

You take a glance around. It’s probably hidden somewhere around here, anyway. That’s why you were dragged out this far.

Suddenly, she kneels, keeping her eye contact with you. Isn’t she supposed to–

“Chaehyun?”

“Yes?” she replies, looking into your eyes innocuously.

“What are you doing? Th–The floor is dirty! A–And aren’t you supposed to–”

“Relax, this is the gift,” she responds with a giggle, before tugging her hands behind your waistband. The warmth from her hand emanates into your body. Your breathing quickens at her touch. Is she–

“Ch–Chaehyun, what are you d–doing?”

“Baby, I need you to stay still for me, alright? Because I’m going to give you the best gift you’ll ever have~” she says sultrily. Your eyes widen in shock, unable to make sense of this otherworldly situation. Her hands start to unbuckle your belt, smiling up at you. Fuck, she’s so alluring.

Your mind cannot process what is going on. All you can feel is the tugging on your pants, trying to drag them down to the concrete floor. And by the time you’re back on earth, your pants are already on the ground. Your erection poking out of your boxers.

“Wow, didn’t know you’ve been hiding this, baby,” Chaehyun coos, sticking out her tongue lewdly. It’s barely touching your cock now, and you can’t help but to thrust forward into her mouth.

“Ha–mmm!” Chaehyun gives your confined cock a soft kiss for a split second, before pulling herself back from it. You whine in disappointment.

“That’s very impatient of you, baby~” she says seductively, and you’re doing your best to resist thrusting into her mouth again.

“I’ll give this huge, thick cock the treatment he deserves, but you’ll have to wait, understand?”

You nod sheepishly in response. You’re going to have to resist the temptations for now.

Chaehyun uses her fingers to fiddle with your restrained cock through the tight boxers. Your body trembles and writhes in response. She knows where to touch you. She knows how to break you. She’s good at this.

Chaehyun giggles, as she slithers her hands under your boxers from below. They slowly (and torturously) creep her hands up your thighs. You let out stuttered moans at her touch.

“M–My god, Ch–Chae,” you utter.

“Mmm, so big and hard for me, so ready to burst between my tits.”

Your mouth opens wide, both in shock and to accommodate the groans coming out. Her hands are ghosting so close to your cock. What a tease.

She’s definitely revelling in the way she’s making you a mess like this. You’re shaking. You’re quivering. You’re shuddering under her touch. She’s just having that much power over you.

In a slow, deliberate movement, Chaehyun grabs onto the edge of your black boxers, pulling them down carefully. Your cock springs free once it’s out of its fabric cage, barely hitting her face in the motion. She smiles, and that’s making you almost falter.

(A lot would argue that you’ve already drowned in her boiling lust, though, but your falter usually involves literally falling over her toned body—a faint, to say. Right now, well, you’re just trembling in anxiety, almost drooling, and just hard as a rock.)

She pulls the garment down to pool on your ankles. It rests there idly, unbeknownst to the events happening around it. Chaehyun, being the cocktease she is, sticks out her tongue lewdly. She’s close enough for you to feel her warm breath on your cock, but still a few centimeters away from the divine rapture you were promised. She just hangs her mouth open there, warming your cock with her exhale.

“Bet you wanna stick him into my mouth so bad,” she continues to tease, bringing up her hand close to your cock just to fucking ghost around it. She makes a pretense of jerking you off with her slender fingers. Fuck, she even does the swipes at the tip. Your body is shaking with anticipation.

“Bet you wanna just choke me with this big, thick cock,” says Chaehyun, mockingly bobbing her head back and forth, still making the much-needed contact a mere fantasy. Her breasts bounce along with the teasing movement.

“Bet you wanna see me drool over this fucking dick, gagging, sputtering all over him,” Chaehyun does a little wordplay. The tip of her fingers are grazing your balls. Your body shudders at her tantalizing touch. You just can’t take it anymore.

Chaehyun mischievously giggles. God, you swear that it’s so wicked in the way she does that, withholding you the pleasure you fucking deserve. You wish you could just plant her face on your cock and make her choke on you. You wish you could just make her cock-drunk. You wish you could just smear your cock with her spit. You wish. You wish. You wish.

Chaehyun then plants kisses just above your cock, so determined, so eager to undo you into a mess (you’d say that you already are). She takes a few licks here and there: on the sides, above, on your meaty thighs, anywhere except for your throbbing cock.

“Ch–Chae, n–need you–my cock,” you grunt, unable to make sense of the elusive sensation she’s giving you. You just can’t take it anymore. This is too much. Fuck.

A giggle escapes Chaehyun’s lips before uttering the series of words you’re needing the most. “Alright, baby, let’s give your cock what he deserves.”

She withdraws her hands from your hardness. It twitches in the weighing expectation of her next action. Chaehyun grabs onto the hem of her shirt, pulling it up ever so slowly, revealing her toned abs. The highlight, indeed, are her breasts that the poor purple bra is struggling to hold. They look so meaty, so delicious. Fuck, they even jiggle.

Maybe it’s the way your eyes linger for a little too long. Maybe it’s the way you’re almost drooling. Chaehyun laughs, and loudly, finding humor in the way you’re so magnetized to her tits like this.

“Oh my god, you fucking pervert!” Chaehyun laughs.

“Wh–Wha–”

Your train of thoughts is cut out with another burst of laughter, as you wait for her to stop laughing so that you get the divine pleasure you were promised. Her shirt is still hiked up to just above her salivating cleavage

“Ch–Chaehyun–”

“Ha–a–alright, I’ll–” She goes back to pulling up the shirt before fully discarding the garment. Now, she’s exposed under the orange-tinted sunset. “I’m sorry, it’s just–I can be a bit weird about this stuff.”

“Uh–that’s fine, Chaehyun,” you reply.

As queued, she firmly pushes her voluptuous breasts up, walking on her knees towards you. It’s this moment, the one you’ve been waiting for. Your breathing quickens under the weight of expectation. Your hands tremble. Your eyes flutter. You’re going to fuck Kim Chaehyun’s tits!

At the first contact between your mushroom tip and the valley of her breasts, you figure she feels so soft, like a cushion if you’d compare. Still, without the lube, it enters the between of her tits awkwardly—stuttered, rough.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she says, looking down at her mounds. “I’ll just–.”

She uses her spit as lube. 

She uses her spit as lube!

You let out an involuntary whimper, perplexed by the erotic situation. Her saliva runs down the valley of her breasts, and she decides to add a bit more lubrication. More spit.

You just can’t comprehend the exact situation that’s happening around you now. You can only cover your mouth in sheer shock, stifling the moans coming out as some of her spit reaches your cock sitting in between her delicious breasts.

“That’s probably enough,” Chaehyun says. The hypothesis is then tested with her grabbing onto the sides of her tits, before she slides them down, making your cock disappear into the hollow between her breasts. God, that feels so good. You let out a loud groan in sheer satisfaction, lost in the pleasure between her tits.

“O–Oh g–god,” you manage to stutter out.

“Stay still, alright? You don’t need to do any work today. Consider this a gift from me,” Chaehyun says with a giggle, still pushing her chest down your throbbing cock.

“Come closer, baby, can’t go to the hilt if we’re this far,” she says, and you comply with her order. It feels easier now to fuck her tits at a close distance like this. Her breath hits the tip of your cock, as you watch yourself slowly coming up from the hollow of her chest. What a sight.

“Nghhh~” you moan. She feels so warm around your cock, so soft, so right. 

Finally, you fuck her tits up to your hilt. Your groan contains nothing but pure, unbridled bliss. God, her tits feel so fucking great.

“Alright, do you wanna rest here or–uh–should I slide my tits up and down?” she asks, giggling. Her smile is so damn cute.

“Uh–just slide up and down. If it’s too much, I’ll say stop,” you reply, and that elicits a wicked grin out of her. It’s showtime for her.

Slowly, she pushes her breasts up, grazing your cock with her porcelain skin. You let out a loud moan at the insane feeling of her tits.

“H–Holy fucking sh–shit,” you utter.

Chaehyun only giggles at your satisfied response. She pushes her wet tits up until half of your cock is out of the valley, before she slams her tits back down, making you let out erratic whimpers.

“Nghhhh~”

“Yes, baby, moan like that,” she coos, finally starting to find her rhythm on your cock. She pushes her breasts up and down in a hypnotic motion. You watch as your cock disappears and reappears in front of your face, all by the effect of her voluptuous tits. Your moans grow louder and louder; someone might hear that, but you couldn’t care less right now. All you’re focusing on is her fucking your cock with her tits like this. It’s nothing short of heavenly.

“You’re such a good boy for me, aren’t you?” Chaehyun says.

“Nghh~” you can only moan out, sheepishly nodding for her.

She ups her ante, sliding up and down your cock faster and faster. Her pillowy mounds hug you tightly in the deep valley. Your moans grow more irregular. Fuck, this feels so good.

She then uses the ultimate trick hidden in her sleeve all this time. She sticks out her tongue lewdly to get a taste of your cock every time you’re buried deep in her tits. The sensation on your little mushroom tip sends you into haywire, making your moans echo around the gym.

“Keep moaning like that, baby. You’re doing great!” Chaehyun encourages, keeping her tongue out. She’s sliding up and down your cock even faster, and that only induces the inevitable.

Your fingers start to curl. Your body turns rigid. There are signs, and you know it. You’re going to spray her fair, porcelain skin with a copious amount of your cum, painting her with impurity.

“G–Gonna c–cum, nghhh,” you utter between the moans. Your body writhes in the embrace of her voluptuous tits.

“Cum for me, baby. Cum on me,” she sultrily says.

You break. White, hot semen is shot out of your filthy slit onto her. The first few spurts are violent, shooting far into her mouth. Some even hit her gorgeous face! You let out a loud, guttural groan in unfiltered pleasure. God, what a feeling.

The spurts eventually subside in their intensity, painting the between of her chest with your dirty cum. Kim Chaehyun is your sinful canvas, and you’re the goddamn artist.

“Wow, so much cum for me,” she says, scooping a trace of your cum from her cheeks to taste as you watch in shock. “And it tastes good~”

You can only pant in exhaustion from the sheer intensity of the orgasm. Your eyes still have stars in the vision. Fuck, you really just came between her tits.

She’s basking in the sunset gorgeously, shining in the aftermath of your orgasm. Your cum is dripping down her empyrean face. God, she looks great.

“C–Can we do th–this again?” you ask her, looking down on the floor with a slight tinge of embarrassment. That doesn’t eclipse your boiling lust, of course.

She smirks up at you, chuckling. “Well–definitely, maybe.”

Romantic Feelings and confessions

It all started when you won her a giant plushie in a summer festival, hugging you for the first time

You couldn't get any sleep that night, your mind was only thinking about that hug

Then you started noticing stuff about her, like how her cheeks look incredibly soft

Or how your heart skips a beat when she smiles at you

Her adorable laugh when she teases you

Or how her lips look so damn kissable, but you feel like she doesn't think about you that way, so you tried to move on

One day she started talking about how funny it is when her friends told her you have feelings for her

You didnt laugh, and quickly, she did the 2+2, realising it wasn't a joke

2 hours later, a lot of talking and an awkward attempt of confessing your feelings to her, you ended up becoming something more than friends

Turns out she also started feeling something toward you at the same time

That talk ended with a kiss on the cheek and a promise for a date tomorrow at 7 PM

Relationship life

Surprisingly enough, nothing really changed, you still remained friends

But now you hug more often

And now she practically lives in your dorm

Cuddle gremlin, one hour without a hug or a snuggle and she gets moody

Often jokes about chaining you to the bed to have you cuddle with her forever, however the way she gets excited about it gets you worried

Sometimes she takes your hands and puts them on her cheeks, asking you to massage them

While at first it was a bit awkward, you quickly started enjoying it, playing with her cheeks like its dough, enjoying their softness and roundness

Kissing each other's cheeks when you just feel like it, it gets both of you blushing but it always ends in a chuckle and a quiet "i love you"

Your first kiss ended up happening because she was drunk and wanted to prove to you that no one is a bad kisser according to her

"how can you say you are bad at kissing if you never kissed anyone, here i will show you" and she just, kisses you, just like that

You swear you could feel fireworks going off inside your stomach

The day after she forgot about the kiss, when you told her she just smiled and kissed you again

"now i will never forget about my first kiss with you"

not a big fan of spooning, instead she wants to look at your pretty face before she falls asleep

A good night kiss turns into a sleepy makeout session with her

Her lips feel like clouds every time they touch yours, and the way they also taste like strawberries always gets you hypnotized every time she kisses you

She always ends up a giggly mess after every kisses, cheeks fully red while her eyes shyly look at yours

On your one year anniversary you got her a necklace with a picture of the two of you and a quote saying "love you to infinity and beyond"

She now wears this necklace everywhere she goes, "just to remind myself that you would always be in my heart" she explains

It always gets your heart fluttering

You have no idea what you did to get an amazing girlfriend like her, but you know that with someone like her, you can never be as happy as you are

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Well thats it for this headcanon, let me know your thoughts and if i should write more Headcanons with your suggestions