#cheated on

You turned and walked away, your footsteps heavy against the wet pavement. Your phone buzzed in your pocket, but you ignored it. You didn’t want to talk to anyone. Not yet. Not until you could process what had just happened.

But as you reached your apartment, the weight of it all hit you like a tidal wave. You sank to the floor, your hands trembling as you pulled out your phone. There was only one person you could call. One person who would understand.

“Hey,” Chaer’s voice came through the line, warm and familiar. “What’s up?”

You tried to speak, but your voice cracked. “Chaer… it’s Jiyu. She… she cheated on me.”

There was a brief pause on the other end, and then Chaeryeong’s tone shifted. “Hold on. I’m coming over.”

Less than thirty minutes later, there was a knock on your door. You opened it to find Chaer standing there, her hair damp from the rain, clutching a plastic bag filled with bottles of soju. Her eyes softened as she took in your disheveled state.

“Hey,” she said gently, stepping inside. “Let’s talk.”

She didn’t wait for an invitation. She made herself at home, pulling out two glasses and pouring them both a generous amount of soju. You sat down across from her, the weight of the evening pressing down on your shoulders.

“Tell me everything,” Chaer said, her voice steady.

And you did. You poured your heart out, recounting the moments leading up to tonight, the sacrifices you’d made, the love you thought you shared. Chaer listened intently, her eyes never leaving yours. When you finished, she reached across the table and took your hand.

“You did everything you could,” she said softly. “This isn’t on you. It’s on her.”

Her words were a balm to your wounded pride, but they didn’t erase the pain. You sighed, running a hand through your hair. “I just… I don’t know what to do now.”

Chaer smiled faintly. “You’ll figure it out. You always do. Remember when you were nine and you promised to marry me if we both ended up single at thirty?”

You chuckled despite yourself. “Yeah, I remember. You said you’d hold me to it.”

“And I still might,” she teased, her eyes sparkling. “But until then, let’s focus on tonight. Let’s forget about Jiyu and just… have some fun.”

She poured another round of soju, and the two of you fell into easy conversation, reminiscing about old times. As the night wore on, the atmosphere shifted. Chaer’s laughter grew louder, her cheeks flushed from the alcohol. You found yourself noticing things you hadn’t before—the way her eyes crinkled when she smiled, the way her hair framed her face, the way her voice softened when she spoke to you.

At some point, she moved closer, her knees brushing against yours. Her breath smelled of soju, and her gaze was intense, almost… hungry.

“You know,” she said slowly, her voice barely above a whisper, “you deserve someone who’ll treat you right. Someone who appreciates you.”

You swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your chest. “Chaer…”

Before you could say anything else, she leaned in, her lips brushing against yours in a tentative kiss. It was soft, questioning, as if she was waiting for you to pull away. But you didn’t. Instead, you deepened the kiss, your hands reaching up to cradle her face.

The world around you faded away, leaving nothing but the taste of her lips and the heat of her body pressed against yours. It was something you’d never imagined with Chaer, but now that it was happening, it felt… right.

She pulled back slightly, her breath coming in shallow gasps. “Are you sure?” she asked, her voice trembling.

You nodded, your heart racing. “I’m sure.”

And with that, the floodgates opened. Clothes were discarded in a frantic rush, and soon you were tangled together, losing yourself in the heat of the moment. It was raw, intense, and filled with an urgency you couldn’t explain. But amidst the chaos, there was a sense of comfort—a feeling that, no matter what happened next, you wouldn’t be alone.

But as the night stretched on, a single thought lingered in the back of your mind: What happens now?

Chaeryeong’s kisses trailed down your chest, her lips leaving a trail of warmth that made your skin tingle. Her breath was hot against your skin, mingling with the faint scent of soju that still lingered on her. She paused for a moment, her eyes locking with yours, and in that gaze, you saw a mix of desire and hesitation.

“Are you okay with this?” she whispered, her voice soft but laced with vulnerability. Her fingers hovered over the waistband of your boxers, waiting for your response.

You swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your chest. This was Chaer. Your Chaer. The girl who had always been there for you, the one who knew you better than anyone else. And right now, you needed her. You needed this.

“Yes,” you breathed, your voice barely audible. “I’m okay with this.”

Her lips curved into a small, relieved smile, and then she slid your boxers down, freeing you completely. The cool air brushed against your skin, but it was quickly replaced by the warmth of her hand as she wrapped her fingers around you. Her touch was tentative at first, but soon it grew more confident, her grip firm as she began to stroke you slowly.

You let out a shaky breath, your head falling back against the couch. God, this felt good. Too good. Chaer’s hand moved with a rhythm that was both teasing and deliberate, her thumb brushing over the tip in a way that made your toes curl.

Her other hand reached up to cradle your face, her thumb brushing against your cheek as she leaned in to kiss you. Her lips were soft, her kisses tender but hungry, and you responded in kind, losing yourself in the taste of her.

When she pulled back, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes dark with desire. “Let me make you feel good,” she murmured, her voice low and sultry. “Let me take care of you.”

Before you could respond, she dipped her head lower, her lips trailing down your torso until she reached where her hand was still working you. She glanced up at you, her eyes sparkling with mischief, and then she leaned in, her tongue flicking out to taste you.

The sensation was electric, sending a jolt of pleasure through your entire body. You groaned, your hands instinctively tangling in her hair as she took you deeper, her lips wrapping around you in a way that made your mind go blank.

God, she was good. Her mouth was hot, her tongue teasing and coaxing every ounce of pleasure from you. She moved with a rhythm that was almost hypnotic, her hand working in tandem with her mouth to drive you wild. You could feel yourself getting closer, the tension building in your core, but just as you were about to tip over the edge, she pulled back, leaving you gasping and wanting more.

“Chaer,” you groaned, your voice strained. “Please…”

She smirked, her lips glistening, and then she stood up, her hands moving to the hem of her shirt. Slowly, she pulled it over her head, revealing the smooth expanse of her skin. Her breath hitched as she reached behind her to unhook her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts were perfect, full and inviting, and you couldn’t help but reach out to touch her, your hands brushing against her skin.

She moaned softly at your touch, her body arching into your hands. “You’re so beautiful,” you murmured, your voice thick with emotion.

Her eyes softened, and then she leaned in to kiss you again, her body pressing against yours. Her hands moved to your shoulders, pushing you back against the couch as she straddled your lap. The heat between your bodies was almost unbearable, and when she rocked her hips against yours, you couldn’t suppress the groan that escaped your lips.

“Chaer,” you whispered, your hands gripping her waist. “Are you sure—”

She silenced you with a kiss, her lips firm against yours. “I’m sure,” she breathed against your mouth. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

Her words sent a shiver down your spine, and then she reached down, her fingers brushing against the wetness between her thighs. She bit her lip, her eyes locking with yours as she guided you to her entrance.

The moment she sank down onto you, you both moaned in unison. She was tight, her body clenching around you in a way that made you see stars. Her hands gripped your shoulders, her nails digging into your skin as she began to move, her hips rolling in a slow, deliberate rhythm.

“Kiss me,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Please, kiss me.”

You didn’t hesitate, your lips crashing against hers as you let yourself get lost in the sensation. Her body felt like heaven, her warmth enveloping you completely. You moved together, your bodies syncing in a way that felt almost too perfect.

But as much as you wanted this to last forever, you could feel yourself getting closer, the tension building to a breaking point. Chaer must have felt it too because she moaned against your lips, her movements growing more frantic.

“Don’t stop,” she pleaded, her voice barely a whisper. “Don’t stop…”

And you didn’t. You couldn’t. The world around you faded away until it was just you and Chaer, lost in each other, chasing the pleasure that only the other could give.

When it finally came, it hit you like a tidal wave, crashing over you and pulling you under. You cried out, your body trembling as you clung to her, and she followed right after, her body shuddering as she buried her face in your neck.

For a moment, you just sat there, holding each other, your breaths mingling as you tried to calm your racing hearts. And then Chaer pulled back slightly, her eyes searching yours.

“Are you okay?” she asked, her voice soft.

You nodded, your lips curving into a small smile. “Yeah,” you whispered. “I’m okay.”

But as she leaned in to kiss you again, the thought lingered in the back of your mind: What happens now?

Chaeryeong’s lips lingered on yours, soft and tender, but the heat between you was undeniable. Her breath hitched as she pulled back, her cheeks flushed, her eyes dark with desire. “Do you trust me?” she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation.

You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest. “Always,” you murmured, brushing a strand of damp hair from her face.

Her lips curved into a mischievous smile, and she leaned in close, her lips brushing against your ear. “Then let’s try something new,” she purred, her voice low and sultry. She took your hand and led you to the kitchen, her hips swaying with every step.

The countertop was cool against your palms as Chaer turned to face you, her eyes locked on yours. She guided your hands to her hips, her breath quickening as you gripped her tightly. “Bend me over the counter,” she breathed, her voice trembling with need.

You hesitated for a moment, but the look in her eyes told you she wanted this—needed this. You guided her forward, her hands pressing against the counter as she bent over, her back arched invitingly. Your hands slid down her sides, feeling the curve of her waist, the warmth of her skin beneath your fingertips.

“Take me,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of your racing heart.

You didn’t need to be told twice. Your hands gripped her hips tightly as you positioned yourself behind her, the scent of her arousal intoxicating. You slid into her slowly, savoring the tight, wet heat that enveloped you. Chaer let out a soft moan, her fingers curling against the countertop.

The rhythm started slow, deliberate, each thrust drawing a gasp from her lips. But soon, the pace quickened, driven by the raw need between you. Your hands gripped her hips tightly, pulling her back against you with each thrust, the sound of skin against skin filling the room.

“Harder,” Chaer moaned, her voice trembling with pleasure. “Please, harder.”

You obliged, your thrusts growing deeper, more forceful. Her moans grew louder, echoing off the walls as she writhed beneath you. Her hands fumbled against the counter, searching for purchase as pleasure coursed through her body.

“Slap me,” she gasped, her voice barely coherent. “Playfully. Please.”

You hesitated for a moment, but the look in her eyes—wild, desperate, filled with desire—told you she wanted this. Your hand came down on her ass with a sharp smack, the sound ringing out in the room. Chaer let out a loud moan, her body trembling as she pushed back against you, urging you on.

The rhythm was relentless now, each thrust driving her closer to the edge. Her moans grew more frantic, her body trembling as pleasure built within her. “Oh, God,” she gasped, her voice breaking. “I’m so close.”

You could feel it too, the heat coiling in your belly, the tension building with each thrust. Your hands gripped her hips tighter, pulling her back against you as you drove into her with everything you had. Chaer’s body convulsed as she came, her voice breaking in a high-pitched cry. The sensation pushed you over the edge, and you followed her, your release crashing over you in waves.

For a moment, you just stood there, panting, your bodies trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. Chaer slowly straightened, turning to face you, her eyes hooded with satisfaction. She reached out, her fingers brushing against your cheek, her touch tender and affectionate.

“Was that okay?” she asked, her voice soft but laced with a hint of playfulness.

You nodded, your lips curling into a smile. “More than okay,” you murmured, pulling her into a gentle kiss.

Her hands slid up your chest, her touch sending shivers down your spine. “What now?” she whispered, her breath warm against your lips.

You grinned, your hands sliding down to her hips. “Why stop now?” you murmured, your voice low and teasing.

Chaer laughed, the sound light and carefree. “Good point,” she purred, her lips brushing against yours. “Let’s keep going.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. Her hands tangled in your hair as you kissed her deeply, the heat between you reigniting as quickly as it had faded. You lifted her onto the counter, her legs wrapping around your waist as you slid into her once more, the rhythm slow but steady.

Her moans filled the room as you moved together, the pleasure building once more. “You feel so good,” Chaer gasped, her fingers digging into your shoulders. “So good.”

You didn’t respond, your focus solely on the woman in front of you, on the way her body moved against yours, on the sounds she made as you drove her closer to the edge once more. Her nails dug into your skin as pleasure overtook her, her cries echoing in the room.

The heat built within you once more, the tension coiling in your belly as you drove into her, each thrust deeper than the last. Chaer’s body trembled as she came, her cries urging you on as you followed her over the edge, the pleasure crashing over you once more.

For a moment, you just stood there, panting, your bodies trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. Chaer leaned forward, her forehead resting against yours, her breath warm against your skin.

“What now?” she whispered, her voice soft but laced with a hint of mischief.

You grinned, your hands sliding down to her hips. “What do you want?” you murmured, your voice low and teasing.