#sooin

“Gah~”

“Fuck.”

“Ummhhh. W-wait-! Ah! Take it out, take it out!”

“Shut up!”

“Ah~~~!”

Is what the actors in this JAV(Japanese Adult Video) are screaming inside your laptop in the middle of the night. (Yes, those are the subtitles, the actors are indeed talking in Japanese.)

You, the one that’s currently watching, is pumping your shaft up and down until you too are close to blow.

“Shit!” you frantically turn your head around in search of the tissue. Who even jerks off without preparing such thing(s)?. Luckily you find one right when your sperm are on the tip of the iceberg(by iceberg, it means your penis).

Your whole body goes slack after the white liquid leaves your body entirely. Landing on the much needed tissues you grabbed milliseconds before erupting. This is your third time jerking off to porn this week, and it’s only Monday.

The post nut clarity hits you like an F1 car through the 130R corner at Suzuka Circuit. Your eyes cry harder than your dick ever could.

Honestly, your life wasn’t always this pathetic. Not until last week, at least.

=

Your girlfriend of five years broke up with you last week. Karina–yes, THAT Karina–said, and you quote her exact words : 

“I’m sorry babe, but I really don’t see a future with you. Not that it’s your fault, of course, I just had, different vision of life. And I don’t see you ever appearing in that vision, I’m sorry. You can hate me if you want. Actually, please hate me, okay?”

She left you as abruptly as she once came into your life. To this day, you haven’t gotten any news from her. Hell, you’re not even sure whether she was still alive or not–of course you hope she’s alive and well, thing is, you don’t fucking know shit.

She’s history. Try to understand that. And you did try, for the past entire week you tried your best. To forget her. To hate her, even. But be honest to yourself, how realistic is it actually, to hate–and forget–Yu Jimin of all people?

Last week felt like an eternity. “So this is what it’s like to be a zombie” you thought to yourself on a random Wednesday night on your way back home. 

You tried drinking, but your body really cannot handle alcohol. You tried lifting weights, but you already do ever since you were a teenager, it makes no fucking difference. You tried exploring nature, only to realize it makes you even lonelier than ever. Lastly, is what you’re doing now, jerking off to porn.

Does it work? Absolutely not. All it does is bring back the memory of the insanely delicious body of your former girlfriend. Granted you only started jerking off this Sunday, so you can still search for yet another alternative to numb the pain.

=

“How do you get over a break up?” you ask your co-worker.

Her head goes forward a little. Her eyebrows are furrowing, eyes squinting. “WHAT!” it shocks the whole office. “Sorry, what?” she says once again after turning her head around the place to apologize.

Her name is Gawon. A senior of yours. A respectable worker, a responsible adult, and a heavy smoker. Seriously, she smokes half a pack on lunchbreak, more if she is stressed out–which is often the case. Just by your first introduction with her, you already knew you could trust this woman.

“Yeah, I broke up last week.”

She leans her head down towards where you’re sitting. “You lost her?! The Karina? Seriously? How???” she’s half whispering now.

You shrug. Normally you’d throw hands for what she’s saying, but you can’t even muster the energy to get angry right now. “I don’t know, nor do I have the chance to get her back, I think. She’s gone. Like, really disappeared for this entire week. That’s not normal for a girl like her, right?”

She’s nodding. “Riiight, if I remember correctly she hasn’t posted anything on her insta so far, that is pretty weird. Well anyway, what was your question again?”

Okay, she’s really getting on your nerves now. “Tck. how-does-one-get-over-a-break-up-with-Karina. You happy now?!” you hiss.

She cackles over your shoulder. “Alright alright, sorry! Uhm, well, I don’t know how you’ve been faring this past week, but what have you tried? Tell me.”

You look at her with empty eyes. “Gawon, I’ve tried everything. Everything I could, at least. Tell me, what should I do if I don’t know what the fuck I should be doing,” you cover your face with your palms before sighing a long breath.

Her hands are doing the thinker pose–she doesn’t mean it to be funny, but you genuinely find it hilarious. “Ah!” she exclaims, with her right index finger pointing up and all. “You said you tried everything you could, right? Which means, you’ve been fighting it alone?”

“Uhm, yeah?”

“Then you should try fighting it with someone else!”

You almost jump out of your seat to bonk her in the head. But you persist, she’s still your senior at work, remember that. “Haaaaaaah-. Well, if it were that easy then everyone would’ve done it already, no? Gawon I couldn’t even wake up without the urge to kill my fucking self for FUCKS sake,” you–and her–immediately cover your mouth. That ‘fuck’ was way too loud.

After you and her are done looking around–there were stares, but ultimately nobody cares–you both are sighing almost simultaneously. 

“Alright. Jeez, I’m sorry for trying to help” she mocks, hands on her hips now. “But seriously, have you tried seeing someone new? Anyone?” 

“Well, yes, uhm, you?”

This time it’s her turn to be annoyed. She smacks your head right away–lightly. “Not like this dumbass, I mean, seeing someone as in, asking someone out. A dating, or maybe just a one night stand. Whatever you’d want. Have you heard of the phrase ‘sex so good it changed their life’?”

You laugh. Actually laugh. After wailing in self-pity for an entire week, this is the advice that you got. “Yeah? Well the sex with Karina was good too, so,” mentioning her name successfully makes you weep again.

Gawon looks at you with pity. She gently holds your right shoulder. “Hey, I’m not saying this as a bad thing. But you never know until you try, no? And you only ever tried it with her, right?”

You squint at first, but then you understand what she’s trying to say. You nod after, defeatedly.

“Plus, I have a friend that might be able to help you out. Of course, only if you’re willing,” she shrugs. Her hands are in the air to her sides, palms facing up and spread out.

You unknowingly blush to that. “This doesn’t mean I’m a bitch boy slut, am I?”

A stifled laugh comes out of her mouth. “N-no, no it doesn’t. I mean, for me at least, I would 100% understand,” she pats your back.

=

“My name is Sooin,” the girl standing in front of the hotel room introduces herself. Her right hand is offering a handshake, still waiting, floating in the air.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” you scream inside your head. “HOW THE FUCK?” still inside your head.

“Uhm, yeah, come in. Make yourself comfortable,” you accept her hand, guiding her inside.

As you let her pass, you watch her closely from behind. What. The. Actual. Fuck. How does Gawon have a friend that looks almost identical to Karina?

She glances over her shoulder. Seemingly knowing that you were watching her. “Is there something wrong?” she says with a smirk.

You just shake your head silently. Standing there like a statue with her presence towering over you.

She chuckles. “Dude, no need to be that tense, alright? Gawon already told me everything, and yes, she also told me that your ex looks a lot like I do,” she stops midway to point around and puff up her chest. “Except this part, of course.”

You look dumbfounded. Yes, both dumb and somehow founded–by this pretty girl in front of you. Wait, did you just say she is pretty? “Uhhh,”

She chuckles, harder this time. “Dude, seriously, relax! You’re scaring me!” 

She’s walking towards you. Like, seriously. She’s approaching you menacingly. You still can’t form any coherent sentences. Your brain is a fucking mess.

She’s standing exactly a foot away from you. She grabs your right hand with both her hands. “Hey, I understand that it’s hard. Don’t push yourself. I’m more than happy to just hear you talk,” she’s looking up with her stupidly large eyes. She’s tall, so the way it is now, your face almost touches hers.

You can’t look at her eyes for more than a second. Other than the fact that she’s unusually similar to your ex, upon closer look, she’s … also different somehow–well duh, they’re two separate people.

Your adam’s apple is visibly oscillating. Sooin–still close to your face, separated by nothing–giggles. You can feel her breaths nudging your jaw. Oh, fuck it.

Grasping her jaw to give her a kiss isn’t something the both of you expected to happen. Or at least that’s what you’d like to think, completely disregarding the fact that Sooin has already wrapped her arms around your hips.

The kiss isn’t slow, nor is it polite. It’s hard, rough, and full of emotions. Especially from your side. Sooin is a stranger, that’s for sure. But the way you suck her tongue with all your might. The way you swirl your tongue inside her mouth. The way you lick everything your tongue can reach. Is not something a stranger would receive. This way of kissing, no, devouring her mouth is precisely how you would treat your girlfriend.

You kiss Karina lovingly. Yes, despite how sloppy it may look, that’s really how you and her show love to each other. What you do to Sooin however, isn’t something born out of love. It is hate. Pure, unadulterated hatred. You start to bite her lower lips. Then release it only to bite her tongue, trapping it inside your mouth. You lift her up to bring her to the bed. Interestingly, for all the duration you invaded her mouth, she never lost her ground. She followed your play, but she didn't complain. If anything, she keeps on tempting you to do more.

You arrive on the edge of the bed. Stopping the kiss, you let your body fall forward, with Sooin still in your hold. Beds are soft, yes, but Sooin falls on it with your full weight on her body. It doesn’t help that you’re probably more than double her weight. She whimpers at the point of you crashing into her, knocking the air out of her lungs. Naturally, her mouth instantly unlatches from yours. You shift your attacks onto her neck.

You sniff her like a hungry predator sniffing their prey. Intense. She’s still recovering her breath. Although her face looks overwhelmed–you take a quick peek upwards–her hands never stopped rubbing your back.

Your hands move impatiently to undress her top. And what do you know? She’s not even wearing a bra under that skimpy white dress. You raise yourself slightly to yank her clothes off. Her hair is instantly messy. Then you see her face. Her eyes are covered by the strands of her hair, but you can clearly see her mouth. And she gives you the nastiest grin you have ever witnessed. You are about to eat her whole.

Once again, you go down on her. She does have a smaller breast than your ex-girlfriend. But then again, a breast is still a breast no matter what size. And Sooin’s are fucking sexy. You squeeze her breasts simultaneously, hard. She screams. You silence her with a kiss, without stopping your violence towards her perky tits. Sooin is squirming beneath you. Again, her body language doesn’t show any sign of rejection.

You stop your kiss to once again admire her tits, now a bit redder due to your rough squeezes. You then see her flushed face. She’s smiling at you, wider than ever. You notice she’s mouthing something. 

“Fuck, me.”

“Shit,” you mutter, reluctantly getting off of her to stand by the bed. You repeatedly fumble in the attempt of undressing yourself, to which the girl who’s currently sitting up is laughing a little.

When there’s finally only your boxer left to cover your skin, she goes quiet. You look up at her one last time, asking for approval. The girl just has this sluttiest smile ever doesn’t she? She‘s giving you a nod. You close your eyes and take a deep breath. “Here I go.”

And it’s off. Your dick in all its glory. Standing up, brave and proud. You convince yourself to open your eyes, slowly. Little by little, your world is filled with light. The shape of Sooin slowly develops, you can now see her face. Holy, her eyes are opened the widest thus far.

“W-what the fuck is that?!” she shouts, half laughing. Actually, you’re not even sure what the hell is this reaction.

“Is it not good?” you shyly question.

“The fuck? No! I mean, it’s good! Now, come here,” she sits on the edge of the bed. Her long limbs reach out to your shaft. She’s gently holding it with both of her hands, stroking up and down ever so slowly. 

“See this?” she points your shaft up while also leaning herself down. “Your dick is literally longer than my face, just, wear it proud will ya?”

To be fair, she does have a small face. But hey, a compliment is a compliment nonetheless. “T-thank you,”

She chuckles. “You really act like a virgin, you know? Do you not have that many sex with your ex?” she spits on her hand before going back to slowly stroking your shaft.

The mention of her makes you tremble, but you exert your entire willpower to not be affected by it. Though, Sooin notices the shift in your mood right away.

“Ah,” she gasps as she looks up. “Sorry, didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything, let’s just get on with it shall we?” she releases her grip. She’s laying back down, then unbuckles her jeans before sliding it off. 

You are greeted with the sight of a clean shaven pussy. She’s crazy beautiful, that’s a fact. You haven’t had the chance to truly enjoy the sight of her body in its naked splendor, so you spend approximately the next 2 minutes standing in silent appropriation—your dick is also standing out of respect.

“Y-you’re so pretty.”

She erupts in laughter. For a while. “... wait you serious?” for the very first time since you met her tonight, there’s a visible red hue on her cheeks.

Seeing her blushing makes you feel more confident. As if it’s her saying everything is okay. You brace yourself to do the deed, for real this time. You gently grab her feet and raise those up, kissing the toes alternately. She’s chuckling because of it. Then you slowly lower them off to your side, making her spread her legs. Her pussy are slowly opening itself to you, it’s very pretty in her color. You’d immediately jump to it if it wasn’t for her calling you. Well, there’s always next time.

“Hey, come here,” she’s waving you over to her face. You oblige.

Once you’re on top of her however, things start to progress in ways you would never expect.

Sooin’s face contorts in an inhuman manner, like a blackhole sucking everything and reduce it into nothingness. Her chest balloons out of control, stretching the skin until blood squirts everywhere. Her hair burns away, until the scalp is ruined. Her skin melts off until her bones are the only thing left. Everything about her is fading. Sooin is dissolving, only for Karina to suddenly take form. You look at her with horror. You’re stuck in place, right on top of whatever thing that is laying under your body right now. The unfolding of this whole scene is placing your entire mental state in utter desolation.

=

“Hello? Helloooo?” Sooin snaps her fingers several times under your unmoving body. Your body is stiff, almost like a statue. It’s been an uncomfortable amount of all this, whatever this is. Even someone of Sooin caliber is bound to be scared eventually.

“HELLOOOOO?!” she’s raising her body slightly to scream in your ear, to no avail.

Desperate, Sooin gets up from her lying position to slap the shit out of your face. The recoil of the slap is actually strong enough to knock you off the bed. The spot where her hand meets your cheek is bruised. It’s bleeding. You’re–quite literally–taken aback, sitting down there with a running breath.

“Uhm, you okay?” she hurriedly follows to check up on you, though still on the bed herself.

What the hell just happened? It feels like your whole body just factory resetted itself. You feel like you just think about something so horrifying, but all of a sudden there’s a force crashing into you, wherever it may come from. After that you gain conscience once again. You can’t even remember what you just think about. But you realize something, it’s that you no longer think about her. It is Sooin, only Sooin, who’s filling each and every neuron in your brain. For now at least.

“Sooin, what just happened?” you sincerely ask her.

In response, she sincerely smiles. Her eyes are much more tender than it was earlier in the night. “You had a nightmare? And I slapped you awake, literally,” she rests her head on her left palm while showing off her right.

You feel your cheek where it’s hot, then you see your fingers. It is indeed bleeding. The two of you chuckle, then out of nowhere Sooin snorted, which only intensified the laughter.

“Haaa~”

“Haaah~”

“Well, wanna continue? I’m still ready,” she says, swaying her tits as an invitation.

“Sure,” you get up from the floor, rejoining her on the bed. But before you top her like you did before, Sooin taps you on the chest.

“Might be better to take me from behind this time,” she winks at you, then positions herself on all fours. Ass up high with her head laying level on the sheet. She brings her hands backwards, spreading her ass cheeks. The puckered hole is delightfully fuckable.

You don’t say a word. The heavenly view in front of you is overwhelming enough. No need to struggle even further by saying useless things. More than anything though, your dick is harder than ever before. That’s statement enough.

“You sure about this?”

She peeps over her shoulder. “Dude, I’m a professional. You can trust me with it, come!” she says as she’s spreading her ass even more.

You just silently nod then prepare yourself for one of the sex of your life. You’ve never had anal before, so this is a completely new experience. It seems like she–as per usual–knows about that, so once again she encourages you.

“No need to worry, I’m very experienced there. Tuesday for me is anal day, so I’m always prepared, well, guess what day it is today.”

You nod once again, now, with an added knowledge that it’s okay, you start to compliment her hands. Putting yours on top of hers, to keep her ass stretched at all times. The anus gets more and more pink in color as time goes on. It’s honestly very interesting to watch. Not to mention, it looks really tender.

You lower your head to take a closer look at her asshole. The inside is twitching, and it looks so damn wet. When she said she’s prepared, she really meant it. You brace yourself before taking a sniff, and surprise surprise, it really doesn’t smell of anything bad. It even smells slightly pleasant actually. The combination of her musk, presumably the smell of the lube inside her ass, and her perfume, works in perfect harmony.

“Liking the view?” Sooin no longer spreads her asscheeks on her own, since you’re the one doing it after inspecting her ass for more time than you’d like to admit. She chuckles at your utter fascination towards her ass.

“Oh! Just so you don’t forget, before you fuck me there, use the lube I bring in my purse. The clear bottle one. You’re gonna need it, and I’m gonna be glad if you do.”

You obey her like a dog doing everything their owner told them to. You are the dog. Sooin is your owner. And her ass is your new favorite treat.

Your cock is slathered in lube now. All ready to go. You waste zero time getting on it right after she told you to. Now, the moment of truth. The penetration action.

“Ready?”

“Like I’ve already told you, I’m always prepa-AUUGHHHH!”

You go balls deep right from the start. And it’s probably not the most optimal thing to do for the both of you. You two let out a muffled scream almost simultaneously, both due to pain.

She hits your stomach repeatedly. “Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuuuucckkkkk! You’re not supposed to go all the way in right away! Fuck! You-”

“Want me to pull it out?! I mean, I don’t know what I’m supposed to do okay?! Sorry!” you say as you pull out your cock as quickly as you put it in.

“Nonono sto-nngggghhhhh!” her ass lets out this weird almost-farting-sound as soon as your cock gets out. Sooin goes slump, lying flat on her stomach. Her legs, especially the quads, are trembling hard. You can’t see her face as it is covered by her hair, but her hands are fisting the sheet very hard.

You immediately think of the worst. “Sooin!” you shake her shoulder, placing your head right behind her ear.

“Stop it you fucker, I just came, let me savor the feeling,” she whispers in her weakest voice so far. Then you realize, your fucking penis is stuck on the bridge of her thighs, resisting against the surface of her pussy. No wonder she asked you to stop.

“Ah, sorry, again, it’s just,” you raise yourself to sit beside her.

“It’s alright, really. Just give me time to recover, okay honey?”

Honey.

It’s the nickname Karina loved the most. What a pathetic man you are. You just penetrated another woman’s ass, and you still think about her? Do you need another slap? Or even, a gun to your head?

Then you feel a warm touch on the back of your hand. It’s Sooin. Her delicate fingers are enveloping your hand.

“Hey, u okay?” she’s looking at you. Her body hasn’t moved—safe for the head—, but she goes out of her way just to once again bring comfort to you. Truly, what have you ever done for her to receive this much care and affection?

You cry. Genuinely cry. You feel loved, again. Even though you know you shouldn’t. But, just for the moment, you would like to savor the feeling.

You gently grab her fingers to give it a smooch. Then you lay right beside her before raising her limp body up and put her in your arms. You’re now cuddling her from behind. She’s giggling underneath all that hair. Her little giggle feels so homey. Her hair smells like a flower field bathed in warm sunlight. Her entire self feels so small within your grasp.

“Bit romantic now, are we?” she weakly states.

“Yeah, you gave me massive feels,” you kiss her behind the neck.

“Yeah? Well you gave me massive cock. That damn thing is still as hard as a rock.”

You laugh. Your cock is indeed still in full mast, pressed between her buttocks and your abs. She snuggles against your arm. 

“I…, I’m sorry I had to say this, but I feel like such an idiot for still clinging on to my memories.”

“... go on.”

You shift your head closer to her, now practically glued to her neck. “I’m just weak…, even after everything you’ve done to help me. I’m sorry,” you sob once again.

Sooin quickly turn around to face your crying self. She very gently puts her arm around you and pull herself closer. You’re now snuggling against her chest. It feels nice and warm, in a loving way. She holds your head in her embrace until you stop crying.

“Are you finished?” she asks quietly. You only nod to it.

“Now can you get up for me?” she raises herself first then pats you on the shoulder.

You slowly get up to sit. She’s sitting cross legged in front of you. You then immediately feel a hand crashing onto your cheek, on the side that hasn’t been slapped before. You look at the girl in front of you confusingly, though deep down you kind of understand where that’s coming from.

“That’s for being an idiot,” then she hugs you very tightly. “And this is for being weak. Stop that, just, stop.”

You can’t lie anymore in front of her. A concrete proof of that is how painfully hard your dick is right now. 

She hugs you for some moment. Once your tip makes contact with her however, she starts laughing. “The little guy wanna continue?” 

You follow her laugh. “Sure.” 

A french kiss ensued. Aimer à la folie.

You push her down. Guiding her hands up to the sides of her head, interlocking fingers to trap her. You shift your mouth lower, welcoming her standing nipples. Sucking those brown candy produces a melodious moan, it’s awesome. She forces her hands down, but your grip is far stronger. You drag your tongue down until eventually you see her clit. Only then you release her fingers, to which she immediately grabs your head.

Suckling the little pink pearl gets you a hair pull. You invade the territory inside her pussy, she’s warm down there, and delicious. You use your hands to grab the inside of her thighs and spread her legs apart. Being longer than it seems, she chooses to circle your head instead.

Minutes ahead, you have to forcefully free yourself from her clamping legs. Making out with her pussy is nice, but that’s not the end goal. There is another hole that is waiting to be filled once again.

You look up to her to see she’s still lost in the world of pleasure. Proceed it is. You move your hands to grab the cheeks and spread it out. It opens wider than the first time, probably because of the penetration beforehand.

You search around the bed for the lube you tossed somewhere before, it’s beside the pillow above her head. You grab it, soak your dick with it, all because you believe in one thing. “The dildo of consequences rarely arrives lubed.” Don’t ask why that’s the thing that comes to your mind.

You pat her ass before inserting your dick once again. She notices this time, looking at you with a drowsy eye. “I’m going in again. Ready?”

She weakly nods. “Go slowly this time,” she says as she raises her thighs close to her body to then hug her own knees. Effectively folding herself. 

You lean forward to kiss her forehead. A reassurance for not-being-stupid-again is much needed.

You hold your shaft with your right hand, while your left is holding her ass open. Slowly, you move forward. Your tip is sticking onto her puckered hole, it still feels as tender, if not more. The self control to not slam your hips forward is not a thing to be underestimated. Every single cell in your body is screaming for you to do exactly that, but your brain keeps holding you back. A mutual satisfaction is infinitely more important than your own. As you slowly go inch by inch, Sooin’s holding your forearm. Her face winces. Even as an experienced person, she still struggles in the first–technically second–penetration.

Takes a lot of patience and eye contact before you’re finally all the way inside her anus. Now that you have the chance to be inside for longer, the sensation could send you all the way to heaven then back to earth for at least two ways around. Her walls massage you with this soft pinpointed pressure towards all your pleasure spots. It radiates a warmth that matches the sensation of sitting in front of a fireplace in the middle of winter. The way her ass throbs makes it seem like she has molded her insides to fit your cock perfectly.

You’re not sure if she’s feeling the same way or not, so you lean down to ask her what’s up. Her face is surprisingly calmer than when you first enter her. “You good?”

She looks at you with an alluring eye. Then she grabs your jaw to give your lips a peck. “Fuck me, cowboy.”

You smile. “Yeehaw.”

Your hands grab her waist. Bracing her for what’s to come. You retract your hips along with your dick slowly. Letting her feel all your veins, the bumps, and everything in between. She groans all the way through. There’s an audible ‘pop’ when the head is halfway out, then you clench your glutes and hamstrings before slamming your hips forward with every ounce of your strength. You instantly break her. Her body goes stiff, also goes with the face of hers that is frozen in motion. Her neck is stretched from her looking up and away, you can see her elongated neck is stiffening. Her mouth is wide agape–not as wide as her ass–without letting out a leak of a voice. Her eyes are rolled back, leaving only whites in color. Best part of everything, her pussy is squirting.

You repeat the process. Slowly retracting, then slamming back in as hard as you possibly can. Her body jerks every time you do it. You go faster and somehow harder for each repetition. The heat her ass produces is only getting more and more intense. You have to give yourself a break to prevent premature ejaculation. You slam into her one last time before slowly getting out.

Sooin lets out an unholy moan from deep within her throat once your cock is released from her clenching ass. It’s like the lust within her soul is fully unlocked with how deep that grunt sounds. In accordance, her ass also emits the filthiest squelch ever as it loses hold of your throbbing cock. On the contrary, her face looks like she just entered paradise.

“Earth to Sooin, are you okay?” you ask in a not-so-much-better-state yourself.

Still in an expression of bliss, she answers shakily. “Boy you can really fuck, that was so fucking awesome.”

You go down to kiss her. “Can you stand up? Err, actually, nevermind. Can you roll around instead?”

She opens her eyes fully, looking at you in confusion. “Okay? … Like this?”

Sooin is lying face down now, her legs are still folded underneath, her arms are supporting from her sides. Her ass is gaped and leaking.

“Yep,” you get off the bed then reach under her arm. You gently raise her body until she’s half sitting, then you go ahead and hook your arms under her knees, then you yank her up as you stand beside the bed. She’s folded in your hold, limbs locked and unable to move.

“Whoa, whoa!” she shrieks. That’s the only thing she can do right now.

You hold her in place with your right hand circling her leg, using your left to fish out your cock–it was trapped between her back and your stomach–and aim it back into her ass. With little assistance from your left hand, you roll your hips forward and up, and voila! Your dick is back into her ass. Sooin moans and throws her head backward, resting it on your right shoulder. Your left hand goes back into supporting her weight, now each hands hold the respective underside of her knees. You prime her up with the first rocking motion that lodged your dick far up into the anus.

The gravity is working in your favor. It pulls Sooin down as you thrust your cock up. The full nelson position rewards you with the deepest possible penetration. Sooin is reduced to a moany, whiny mess within your grasp–and your heavy thrusting. As she said it herself mere minutes ago, it feels so fucking awesome. This position gives you the maddest sensation ever, but it also takes quite a lot of toll. You can’t hold it for long. So, you resort to giving her the nastiest pounding ever in her suspended position before your body gives out. You break the limits of your own body for at least 8 minutes, preferably also breaking hers too–she’s squirting uncontrollably.

She whimpers in your ears for the whole duration. When you can no longer feel anything from below your waist, that’s the sign for you to stop.

“Fuck!” you shout in the middle of her wails. You slowly bring her forward and down to the bed. You rest on her back. Catching your breaths while your dick is still balls deep and throbbing inside. Everything is sweaty and sticky. You’re close.

You kiss the line of her spine before rising up. You can barely feel your feet on the floor. It feels like you’re flying right now, literally. Sooin in front of you is lying on her stomach, with her hips turned out, knees bent and spread wide, almost resembling a frog. A frog with a cock in the ass.

You go slightly forward and grab her shoulders. Her shoulders work as a handle as you hammer your cock down into her anus. A clapping sound of your hips crashing with her ass is reverberating around the room. The bed sheets might be forever ruined with all the liquids the two of you are producing.

Your balls are tightening, your dick is impossibly swelling inside her. She only groans harder as a response. “FUCK!” you go as deep as you can.

“AAGHHH!” she screams as jets of cum pour straight into her ass. She can feel the heat of your cum quickly coating the entirety of her anal walls. The warm sensation feels like nothing she has ever felt before. Her mind goes blank as she’s squirting the biggest so far. You unload quite a lot too. Even with her tight ring hugging your penis like a vice, it couldn’t fully contain the sheer volume of the shooting liquid. Your cum leaks, dripping onto the soaking pussy below.

You literally feel your life leaving your body as you unload yourself into her ass. Your vision fully goes white, all with a ringing in your ears. Your body goes stiff as your balls empty itself. Once everything is out, you slump and crash forward, unconsciously pinning her down. You both are out for some time.

=

When you come around, you see that you’re already laying on your back with your legs hanging on the edge. Sooin is nowhere to be found. How long did you pass out?

Raising your damn body feels so hard. Feels like it is three times heavier than normal. You have to exert everything you got just to sit up. “Sooin?”

There’s a pause before you hear an answer. “Yeah?!” it’s coming from the bathroom, sounds like the door isn’t even closed.

You chuckle to yourself. Trying to get up was hard, all the more so for standing. You give up on even trying for it, you can’t feel your legs after all. How the hell can Sooin even go to the bathroom? Then you hear a flush. She is slowly crawling back to the bed. Ah. So that’s how.

You chuckle one more time seeing this silly girl and her behavior. She goes to the couch instead of the bed.

“What?!” she barks, annoyed.

“No, it’s just, yea, I was wondering about the logistics, since I can’t even feel my legs, but then you come in and the question answers itself, heheh.”

“Oh fuck you. You ruined my ass, my legs, really basically everything below my stomach,” she’s climbing the couch, with much difficulty.

“Sorry. Does it hurt?”

“Yes!” she’s sitting facing you now. “But I don’t mind it that much,” she continues after hugging her knees, hiding her face in it.

Her face is hidden, yes, but you can feel her blushing as clear as how you should be forgetting about your ex. Ah, there she comes again. Wait, you’re not feeling anything?

You laugh. It sounds like how Shrek is finally accepting her ogre self. Total freedom.

“What part of that was funny you idiot?” she shoots you an angry face. Not hiding now.

“No, no, haaah,” you lean back, supporting your weight with an arm on both sides. The bed sheet is completely drenched. “You ever heard the phrase ‘sex so good it changed their life’?”

Her angry face turns to that of curiosity. “No? I mean, kinda?” she tilts her head slightly right.

“You just changed my life Sooin, thank you.”

~

‘Morning, sunshine.’ She twisted, fingers probing her scalp. ‘Tell me you didn’t ejaculate into my hair last night.’ ‘Wouldn’t dream of it. Though… Exhibit A - ’ You tapped a pearlescent streak on her lower back. ‘ - and Exhibit B.’ A glint near her hairline. [1] [1] 'Aim' undersells it. Last night was less a targeted strike and more a Jackson Pollock session across her skin. Stain #1 ended with her pressed against the shower wall as you sprayed load after load over her face. Stain #2: the final piece of the day; Exhausted beyond belief, you came across her back, and the both of you collapsed from exhaustion. It's really a miracle the rest came off relatively easily. She groaned. ‘It’s crystallizing. Like sea salt.’ ‘Adds texture.’ You nuzzled the nape of her neck, inhaling lilac and sex. ‘Stay. Five more minutes.’ ‘Your semen is petrifying on my skin and you want to cuddle?’ ‘Yes.’ Your hand slid down her stomach. ‘It’s proof.’

‘Of what? Your inability to control your own - ’ ‘That we wrecked each other so thoroughly last night.’ Your thumb circled her navel. ‘That’s hot.’ She snorted. ‘You’re disgusting.’ ‘Your disgust sounds suspiciously like pride.’ ‘Fine. But if this gluey patch near my ear isn’t coconut oil, I’m bleaching your favorite jeans.’ 'Of course.' 'Lay back,' she said, still facing away from you, legs curled and slotted against your knees. 'I wanna see something.' You gently rolled onto your back, sinking into the pillow. She turned, entering your periphery with sleep-gleamed eyes and pink lips. 'Try swallowing,' she said, moving closer. You swallowed. Her lips found your neck right in the midst: a wet kiss to your Adam's apple. The sensation lingered. 'Why'd you do that?' 'Why not?'

Why not. Those two words contained everything: why not when you're curled against her like this, why not when you're deep inside her, why not when you're breathing in the sweet scent of her skin. She shifted back, still within the circle of your arms, her hair tickling your forehead. 'I'm all sore. No thanks to you.' 'I was adjusting to your needs. And your needs... are an acquired taste.' You snuggled upward, her hair now feathering across your chest, almost ticklish. She had no defense. 'The champagne was a nice touch.' 'Which bottle?' She tilted her face up, eyes still heavy but alert. 'Don't pretend there weren't multiple bottles. I counted at least three.' 'Two and a half. The third was already open.'

'Because you opened it.' Gawon turned over completely, facing you now. Goddess. Goddess. You didn't say it aloud, but she probably knew what you invoked with each gulp, each strained touch, each unfettered breath. [1]

-

[1] The thing about thinking "goddess" repeatedly during sex is that it's simultaneously the most embarrassing and most accurate thought possible. Like yes, technically we all know about oxytocin and dopamine and whatever chemical cocktail makes you temporarily insane, but that doesn't explain why her particular face makes your brain short-circuit into worship mode. Modern therapy would probably have words for this - "idealization" or "projection" or some other term that completely misses the point that sometimes a person just is that magnificent and your brain is simply reporting facts.

-

A comfortable pause; No awkwardness anymore, just the luxury of looking.

'Details.' You brushed a strand of hair from her face and planted a soft kiss on her forehead. 'How's your head?'

'Fine. I switched to water after the first few toasts. Unlike someone.'

'You're a lightweight.'

'I know. But you didn't fare much better.' She laughed properly then, burying her face in your chest. 'Certified Chair Tester.'

The memory clicked into place. 'Ah. I made you rate the chairs.'

'Yup. And I rated them all tens because I was tipsy.'

'A flimsy critic in my bed. How appalling.'

She poked your chest. 'You were swaying. It was way too funny to focus on furniture evaluation.'

'It's important information. What if we need to know which one's most comfortable?' 'At two in the morning?' 'Especially at two in the morning. That's prime chair-testing time.' 'You're ridiculous.' 'You helped.' 'Someone had to make sure you didn't fall off the balcony furniture.' 'I was perfectly stable.' 'You tried to serenade a potted plant.' 'It looked lonely.' She propped herself up on an elbow to study your face. 'What did you even sing to it?' 'I don't remember.' She blew at your face. You blinked. 'Liar. You remember everything.' 'Only the important things.' 'So what's important about last night?' You pretended to consider. 'Well, first, the sex - ' 'Hey.' Her hand found your shoulder in mock protest. 'Alright, but… come on.' You made the face that said you know it was, and she buried her face in your chest again, giggling. 'Fine. It was…' 'The best.' Another gentle smack. 'Then champagne in blankets. Plant serenading - ' 'You serenaded the plant.'

' - chair testing. When's the next time, anyway?'

'Never happening.' 'Come on.' You caught her hand, interlacing your fingers. Her skin was smooth, like heated marble. 'The way you looked in that dress…' 'Now you're just being smooth.' You traced her hand - the knuckles, the flesh between finger joints, her careful nails. 'Is it working?' 'Maybe.' She leaned in for a soft kiss. 'What else?' 'The way you insisted on ranking every wine from the minibar.' 'Research purposes.' 'On hotel stationary. With ratings out of ten.' 'What do you have against proper documentation?' Her eyes gleaming. Cute. [2]

-

[2] There's something deeply unhinged about making someone rate wines at 2 AM, but it's also exactly the kind of thing that seems brilliant when you're three drinks in and she's wearing your shirt and everything feels possible. The fact that she went along with it - actually took notes, actually assigned numerical values to '$8 minibar Chardonnay' - is probably why you're doomed. Anyone who matches your weird that precisely is either your soulmate or your downfall, and honestly… what's the difference?

-

'Nothing. Found it adorable.' You chased her as she dodged your kiss. 'What was the winner again?' 'The Rosé. Obviously.' 'Mm.' Your fingers found their way into her hair. 'We should probably get up soon.' 'Why?' 'Sooin's coming at 11:30.' She reached for her phone, squinting at the screen. 'That's… two hours away.'

'Exactly. Soon.' 'Your concept of time is broken.' The phone dropped back to the nightstand as she curled into you. 'Five more minutes.' 'You said that twenty minutes ago.' 'Did I? Must have been someone else.' 'In this bed?' 'Could be anyone. Very large bed.' 'True. I should check.' You shifted theatrically. 'Excuse me, mysterious person, have you seen my girlfriend?' She pinched your side. 'Stop.' 'About this tall, beautiful - and I mean beautiful - and makes spreadsheets about minibar wine?' 'I hate you.' 'Makes terrible threats?' She kissed you longer this time, a proper good morning. 'Better?' 'Getting there.' 'Impossible.' But she smiled against your mouth. 'What would make it better?' 'Hmm. Maybe if the mysterious bed person knew where my pants went.' 'Bathroom door.'

'How - ' 'You hung them very carefully while explaining the importance of wrinkle prevention. Very drunk. Very serious.' 'I was thoughtful.' 'You were tipsy trying to be responsible. It was cute.' 'Just cute?' 'And amusing.'

'I'll take it.' You caught her hand, kissed her palm. 'Though I notice your dress made it to an actual hanger.'

'I'm efficient even when compromised.'

'Compromised?'

'Slightly… influenced. By alcohol. And you.'

'Me?'

'You kept doing that thing.'

'What thing?'

Pink crept into her cheeks. 'The thing where you look at me like…'

'Like?'

'You know.' She hid her face in your neck. 'Stop making me say nice things. Too early.'

'It's past 9:30.'

'Weekend rules.'

'Since when do you follow weekend rules?'

'I'm adopting them. Selectively.' Her breath warmed your skin. 'Rule one: no embarrassing admissions before coffee.'

'After coffee?'

'We'll see.'

You wrapped both arms around her, content in the absurd luxury of this hotel bed. The room still held last night palpably - an empty glass on the far table, her shoes abandoned by the door, balcony doors cracked to let in cool morning air. Most importantly, her hair: properly mussed, frizzy where you grabbed it, where she moved in rhythm with your body. [3]

The morning stretched ahead, full of nothing but this.

-

[3] The morning-after hair observation thing is such a cliché it hurts, but: you become a forensic expert in the evidence of your own happiness. Every tangle says "this happened," every misplaced strand means "we were here, we were real, we were absurdly alive at 3 AM." It's pathetic how much meaning you can extract from follicular displacement, but then again, memory needs its anchors, and if yours happen to be keratin-based, so be it.

-

'It was nice watching you and Sooin together. All the history there.' 'Seven years of questionable decisions,' she murmured. 'Good decisions. Like this hotel room.' 'Mmm. I'll tell Sooin you approve.' She yawned. 'She'll be insufferable.' 'She's already insufferable. That's why we love her.' 'True.' A pause settled between you. 'Do you think she's okay? About the exhibition?' 'She will be. She always is.' 'I know. I just worry.' She shifted to look at you properly. 'Is that silly?' 'No. It's what you do.' You tucked her hair behind her ear. 'It's nice.' 'Nice?' 'Adorable. The kind where you pretend you're not soft but you actually are.' 'I'm not soft.' 'You made her a good luck playlist.' 'That's just being supportive.' 'With color-coded sections.' '…Organizational efficiency.' 'And little notes for each song.'

She buried her face in the pillow. 'Stop knowing things.'

'Never.' Your hand found her back, rubbing gentle circles. 'Hey. She's going to be brilliant. You know that, right?' 'I know.' Her voice came out muffled. 'I just want good things for her.'⁴ 'They'll happen.' She turned her head to peek at you. 'You really think so?' 'I do. And if not, we'll be there with emergency mimosas and terrible jokes.' 'Your jokes are terrible.'

'That's the point.' She smiled, reaching up to trace your face. She kissed your closed eye. You held her closer. Her eyes, the small mole on the tip of her nose. Palpable, the universe of you two. 'I love you.' She whispered. You kissed her in turn. 'I thought no embarrassing admissions before coffee.' Pink crept up her neck as she hid her face again. You pulled her closer. 'Nowhere else I'd rather be.' 'Even with mysterious bed people?' 'Especially then.'

She laughed, tugging you down for another kiss. 'Okay. Fifteen more minutes, then we really do have to get up.'

'Deal.'

'I mean it this time.'

'Sure you do.'

'I'm setting an alarm.' But she made no move toward her phone, already melting back into your arms.

'Very convincing.'

'Shh. Weekend rules. No calling out contradictions before coffee.'

'I thought that was embarrassing admissions.'

'I'm making new rules as needed.'

'Of course you are.' You kissed the crown of her head. 'Fifteen minutes.'

'Fifteen minutes.'

The promised alarm never materialized. Instead, your mouth found hers again, morning breath be damned. Your hands sprawled across her honey skin, palms pressing against the beginning swell of her breasts, circling slightly, drawing out those perfect little half-groans.

When you shifted to bracket her body with yours, she squealed playfully, pressing her palm against your shoulder. 'Someone's feeling bold.'

'Just thorough. You seemed cold.' The lie was transparent. She knew it, fingers already tracing your shoulder, eyes holding that particular heat from last night. 'Thorough, he says. Is that what we're calling it?' You answered by kissing the corner of her mouth, working your way to that spot below her ear that made her breath catch. She tilted her head automatically, a response coded into muscle memory. 'You're terrible,' she breathed.

'The worst,' you agreed against her skin. 'Absolutely the - oh.' Her words dissolved as you found that perfect junction of jaw and neck. Then, disaster: pins and needles shot down your supporting arm. She noticed immediately. 'Did your arm just fall asleep?' You lied by her side. With a big grin. So beautiful, when she smiles. 'Maybe.' 'Adorable. My strong man, defeated by his own circulation.'[1] Her hands worked your forearm back to life. 'Better?' You flexed your fingers in response. She caught your index finger, pressed a kiss to the tip. 'Competen - '

'Don't even start.' Her eyes blazed with mischief. 'Maybe stick to positions that don't require gymnastic endurance?' You pulled her firmly against you, her waist bending perfectly as she gasped. Your mouth found the flexing tendon of her neck, tongue tracing hollows and dips as she arched into you. Fifteen minutes became thirty. Thirty became an hour. Sooin could wait.

-

[1] All taut sinew; the next, your nerve stages a coup, flooding your limb with the fizzy static of a thousand dying televisions. The humiliation is exquisite: biology reminding you that you’re essentially a sentient meat puppet piloted by faulty wiring and whimsical blood flow. You try to play it off - Ah, just my corporeal vessel rebelling against transcendence! - but internally, you’re drafting furious letters to Evolution: “RE: Poor Design Choices in Homo Sapiens Model #27B-6. SUGGESTION: Prioritize limb reliability over, say, toe hair or the ability to taste cilantro as soap.” It’s the universe whispering, through pins and needles, that even ecstasy is provisional, subject to maintenance, and probably overdue for an upgrade.

-

Her breath hitched when your lips found the edge of her jaw. You kissed the hard angle first, then traced the taut cord of muscle down to the soft dip beneath her chin. When your mouth finally covered hers, it wasn’t gentle. ‘How’s that for competent?’ You growl. Into her mouth. Her breathless mouth. Inching for any opportunity to breathe. You sealed her protest with your tongue. Her hands locked behind your nape pulling you closer until her breasts flattened against your chest, nipples hardening directly on your skin. The scent of her skin - salt and gooseberries and lilac - flooded your nostrils as she arched into you. Your palm slid down her outer thigh, fingertips catching on the fabric of her panties. Higher. Over the curve of her ass, gripping the fabric until the muscle tensed under your hand. She moaned into your mouth, grinding against your hip, her bare feet wrapped around you, holding on for dear life. Then her hand was on you - fingers curling around the thick outline of your cock through your underwear, squeezing just enough to draw a ragged groan from your throat. You felt the damp heat between her legs when your thumb brushed her clothed pussy.

‘Fuck me,’ she gasped, hips jerking as you pushed two fingers past her waistband, through slick folds. ‘Turn around.’ She smirked before she pivoted, turning around, back pressed to your chest. You hooked your thumbs in her panties - black lace - and dragged them down to mid-thigh, perfectly profane. Her skin burned where your knuckles brushed her inner leg. 'Please.' She pleaded, pushing her ass against your erection' You fumbled with your underwear, cock springing free against her lower back. She guided you with a hand behind her, fingers wrapping your shaft, angling you downward. Your first thrust grazed into her. Too tight.

‘Wrong - ,’ she yelped, pain and laughter trembling. 'Oh fuck. I'm so sorry.' You sidle up next to her, 'Are you - '' 'Keep going. Don't ruin the mood. Keep going. Please.' You choked; you adjusted, the head of your cock catching on wetness this time. She gasped as you pushed past swollen flesh, sinking an inch into her. Her inner muscles clenched.

‘Deeper.’ she begged, fingers clawing at your thigh. ‘Please - ’ You drove forward until your hips met her ass. A choked cry tore from her throat as she took your full length. She was fracturing. 'Fuck. Fuck - ' You held still, letting her adjust, feeling the flutter of her walls around you. 'Take it. Take it.' You breathe out, out of breath, fucking her into heaven. Nothing to offer but your length divvied into her wet walls. Hips pinned against her every turn. Your cock kissing her cervix - the rim of her moist cunt pressed oh so tight, filthy, dirty. ‘Should’ve - ah - aimed better,’ she panted, rolling her hips to take you deeper still. You moved then - thrusts that dragged just so, perfectly, leaving just the crown of your cock before pressing your full length inside her. Her moans sharpened, pitching higher with each retreat, each return. You slid a hand around her hip, fingers finding her drenched folds, circling her swollen bud as you fucked her. Her thighs shook. ‘Come on,’ you urged, thumb pressing hard. ‘Let go.’ You fucked deeper. Restraining her neck, her back compressing into an arch that left nothing in the middle. Only her nape and ass pressed against you. You dug your palm into her navel, 'Cum for me. Princess. Cum for me.' You growl, drawl. Her back arched, more than before. More than what should be possible. A scream ripped through her as she came, muscles milking your cock. Pulse after pulse. You groaned, and you followed, hips slamming forward as release tore deep into your muscles, your bones. Rope after rope. Cum served right to her cervix. Glancing off the walls, eventually sickeningly spread all inside her, filled to the brim, spilling like lava through the slightest crevice of her folds. All she could offer was a soft sigh.

-

Her back was to you, she was still trembling. Sweat glued the both of you together. Your fingers stroked the damp hair at her nape.

'I don't think I can walk.'

You smile. 'Who said you had to walk?'

‘Mmm,’ she hummed, turning in your arms. ‘Such a charmer.’ Her hand slid down your chest, pausing at your abdomen. ‘Prove those muscles aren’t just for show. Carry me.’

You lifted her easily, fireman-style. Her laughter vibrated against your neck as you carried her to the bathroom.

She opened the doors. 'Though I'd be of help, you know, my arms, and your legs situation.'

'Appreciate the assistance.' You jokingly say.

The shower hissed, steam immediately fogged the mirror.

‘Brunch with Sooin later. Before her exhibition.’ she said, a reminder to herself. Water sluiced through her hair, darkening it to ink.

You followed, hands sliding over her slick shoulders. ‘And after?’

She tilted her face up, droplets catching on her lashes. ‘Haven’t decided.’ Your palm cupped her breast, thumb rubbing a taut nipple. She sighed, leaning back into you. ‘Maybe we’ll just… see.’

'Wait.' You reached for the shampoo, squirting some into your palm. 'Did Gawon just suggest winging it?'

'I'm full of surprises.' She turned, presenting her back to you as you worked the shampoo through her hair.

'Next you'll tell me you threw out your color-coded calendar.'

'Let's not get crazy.' She was soft, content. Her head steadily went along with your touch. 'This feels nice though.'

'What does?'

'Not knowing. Just… being here with you.' She leaned back slightly into your touch.

'Even with soap in your eyes?'

'Especially with soap in my eyes.' She laughed, swiping at her face. 'Very romantic. Really setting the mood.'

'I do my best.' You helped rinse her hair, fingers gentle against her scalp. 'So this spontaneous Gawon - should I be worried?'

'Terrified.' She grinned up at you. 'I might suggest something really wild. Like trying that new Thai place without checking reviews first.'

'The horror.'

'Or walking through the park without a clear idea.'

'Now you're just talking nonsense.'

'I'm learning spontaneity from you. So to speak.'

'That's either very sweet or you're setting me up for something.'

'Can't it be both?' She reached for the conditioner. 'Your turn. What do you want to do today?'

'Honestly?' You took the bottle from her. 'Whatever makes you keep smiling like that.'

'Smooth talker.' But her smile widened. 'Though I notice you didn't actually answer.'

'Maybe I'm learning from you. Keeping my options open.'

'A convert!' She pressed a wet hand to her chest  in mock surprise. 'My work here is done.'

'So Sooin at… noon?'

'Eleven-thirty. She's got that exhibition at two.' Gawon tilted her head as you worked conditioner through the ends of her hair. 'She's nervous about it.'

'Art?'

'Mhm.'

'She'll nail it.' You guided her back under the water. 'She's got that whole eccentric thing down.'

'I'll tell her you said that.' She wiped water from her eyes. 'She thinks she's too cheerful for the part.'

'That’s charm though. No one has energy like her.'

'She contains multitudes.' [1] Gawon's eyes sparkled with mischief. 'Speaking of which, you never told me who your favorite poet actually is.'

-

[1] Gawon deploys Whitman quotes like other people deploy "um" or "well". It's her tell. You've catalogued them all: 'I contain multitudes'; 'I am large' when caught crying at a commercial; 'Do I contradict myself?' when she changes dinner plans for the third time. If you were confronted on behalf of her, you'd say, to the world and above 'She's a loser, your honor'. Though the fact that she only does this for maybe four people in the world makes you stupidly proud to be one of them.

-

'You're not getting out of the Whitman bit that easily.'

'Worth a shot.' She reached past you for the body wash. 'Though I bet it's someone properly pretentious. Ezra Pound? T.S. Eliot?' You had your hand out, she spooled some body wash on your palm.

You rubbed your palms together, getting suds out. 'Baudelaire, actually.' You softly rubbed her body down.

She paused, surprised. 'Gross.'

'What?'

'Pervert.' She smiled, something tender in it. 'I see where you get your naughtiness from.'

You smiled back.

The water ran.

'See?' she said finally. 'Spontaneity. We just had a poetry moment in the shower.'

You pressed a kiss to her damp forehead. 'Maybe ease up on the transcendentalists before coffee.'

'No promises.' She tucked herself against you for a moment. 'I'm feeling very one-with-the-universe today.'

'God help us all.'

'Just you.' She pulled back, eyes bright. 'Think you can handle it?'

'I'll manage somehow.'

'Good.' She headed for the bedroom, calling back, 'Because I'm thinking we skip the predetermined brunch place and just walk until we find somewhere that looks good.'

'Living dangerously.'

'Try to keep up. This new spontaneous me waits for no one.'

'Except for the fifteen minutes you'll spend choosing which spontaneous outfit to wear?'

A towel flew back through the doorway, her laughter following it. 'Twenty minutes, minimum. Some habits die hard.'

You helped her dry her hair, something you’d underestimated, she had a mischievous smile the moment you accepted her offer of drying her hair. The best part was, indeed, the scent of her hair, the softness of it, gliding along your hand.

‘Didn’t expect it to take this long?’’

‘Not at all, it's your hair. Any time is too short.’

‘You got vocal chords shaped like a heart don’t you?’

'Only for you.' You wrapped your arms around her waist, and kissed her neck once.

‘I’m feeling beguiled.’

‘Unsafe?’

‘Very. Where’s the exit?’

‘Oh. I’m not that easy.’ You tightened the embrace.

She giggled, her hand wrapping endearingly around yours.

You had maybe 3 outfits; they were also scattered - the rest of the time, you and Gawon had to look for it. You finished just a little later than Gawon.

Outside, Sooin was sitting in her jeep with the windows down. She spotted you approaching with a grin.

'Morning,' she said, climbing out. 'I brought coffee but I drank it all. Sorry.'

'You okay?' Gawon asked.

'Yeah. Just couldn't sit still at home.' She leaned against the car. 'My neighbor started vacuuming at six AM so I figured that was the universe telling me to leave.'

You all climbed in. The car smelled faintly of coffee and the blue lavender sachets she kept tucked everywhere.

'Where to?' Sooin asked, pulling out carefully.

'I hadn't really decided,' Gawon said.

Sooin glanced over. 'Really?'

'Really.'

'Huh.' A small smile crossed her face. 'Okay. Let's just drive then.'

She took a left at the light, no particular destination in mind. The morning traffic was light, mostly delivery trucks and early joggers.

'The exhibition's at two-fifteen,' Sooin said after a while. 'They want a 'spontaneous review' .'

'You're good at those,' Gawon said.

'Sometimes.' She adjusted the mirror unnecessarily. 'It's three months in Hokkaido if I get it.'

'That's far.'

'Yeah.' Another adjustment. 'Really far.'

They drove past a small café with outdoor seating. Sooin slowed.

'This works?'

'Perfect,' Gawon said.

Sooin parked, taking two tries to get it straight. Inside, they found a corner table. The place was nearly empty, just them and an older man reading a newspaper.

'Tea?' Gawon suggested when the server came by.

'Coffee,' Sooin said. 'I know, I know. But tea makes me sleepy.'

'Since when?'

'Since always. I just pretend to like it.' She smiled at the server. 'Biggest mug you have, please.'

They ordered food too - eggs, toast, nothing fancy. Sooin picked at hers.

'Not hungry?'

'I ate earlier. Made eggs at home too. Forgot I did until just now.' She laughed quietly. 'I'm a little scattered today.'

'You'll be fine,' you said.

'Maybe.' She took a sip of coffee. 'My agent actually said 'think less.''

'Helpful.'

'Right?' She managed a real smile then. 'I should just channel Gawon. Very contained.'

'I'm not that contained,' Gawon protested.

'You made me use a coaster at your apartment during a party.'

'That's just common sense.'

'It was a red solo cup.'

They fell into silence. Sooin's hands had stopped fidgeting, wrapped around her mug.

'Thanks for this,' she said eventually. 'I know I'm being weird.'

'You're not,' Gawon said.

-

'Right.' She put the phone down. 'Tell me something normal. Anything.'

'Like what?'

'I don't know. What you had for breakfast yesterday. Your grocery list. Literally anything that isn't about auditions.'

Gawon thought about it. 'I bought new socks.'

'Thrilling.'

'They have cats on them.'

'Of course they do.' But Sooin was almost smiling. 'Are they at least subtle cats?'

'They're wearing top hats.'

Sooin smiled.

'What? They were on sale.'

You laughed. 'Show her the ones from last week.'

'No.'

'They have tacos on them,' you told Sooin.

'Tacos?'

'Tiny dancing kitty tacos.'

Sooin stared at Gawon. 'You're secretly twelve years old.'

'They're comfortable.'

'That's not a defense.'

'It's the only defense I need.' Gawon took a sip of coffee. 'Besides, you have that shirt with the - '

'We don't talk about the shirt.'

'The one with the sequined - '

'I said we don't talk about it.'

They went back and forth like that, and slowly Sooin's death grip on her mug loosened. Her shoulders came down from around her ears.

'Fifty minutes,' she said eventually. 'Think I have time to throw up?'

'You're not going to throw up.'

'I might.'

'You won't.' Gawon pushed the water closer. 'Drink this.'

'Bossy.'

'Yeah.'

Sooin drank the water. 'Remember when I auditioned for that commercial? The one with the cat?'

'You were allergic.'

'So allergic. My face swelled up like a balloon.' She touched her cheek. 'At least there's no cats this time.'

'Small mercies.'

'Huge mercies. Can you imagine? Sorry, I can't quietly unravel, I'm too busy sneezing.''

'You'd still get it,' you said.

'With my balloon face?'

'Even then.'

'Liar.' But she looked calmer. 'Thirty minutes. Oh god.'

'You want to head over?'

'No. Yes. I don't know.' She stood up, sat back down. 'What if I forget my own name?'

'Then make one up,' Gawon suggested.

'Hi, I'm… Gertrude.'

'Aim higher.'

'Beatrice?'

'Now you're just listing old lady names.'

'Those are sophisticated names.' Sooin stood again, for real this time. 'Okay. Let's go before I really do throw up.'

You paid and left. Outside, Sooin stopped walking.

'I don't want to go to Hokkaido,' she said quietly.

'Then don't,' Gawon said.

'I need the job.'

'You need a job. Not necessarily this job.'

'It's a good opportunity.'

'Is it though?'

Sooin looked at her. 'You're supposed to be supportive.'

'I am being supportive. I'm supporting your right to not freeze your ass off for three months.'

'That's…' Sooin laughed, surprised. 'Actually helpful?'

'I have moments.'

They walked to the car. Sooin got in, started it, didn't drive.

'What if I bomb?'

'Then you bomb,' you said.

'That's it?'

'Then you bomb and we get lunch and tomorrow's another day.'

'You make it sound simple.'

'It is simple. But cruel.'

Sooin considered this. 'I hate when you're profound.'

'Sorry.'

'Don't be.' She finally put the car in drive. 'Twenty minutes. Let's do this.'

At the theater, she parked crooked and didn't fix it.

'How do I look?'

'Like yourself,' Gawon said.

'Is that good enough?'

'It's perfect.'

Sooin nodded, grabbed her bag. 'If I die in there - '

'We'll delete your browser history.'

'I was going to say tell my mother I love her, but that's better. Thanks.'

She hugged them both quickly, then walked inside before she could change her mind.

'She's going to nail it,' you said.

'Yeah.' Gawon was already looking for somewhere to wait. 'Coffee?'

'Obviously.'

You found a place across the street. Ordered. Sat by the window where you both could see the theater doors.

'She really doesn't want to go to Hokkaido,' Gawon said.

'No.'

'Think she'll take it anyway?'

'Probably.'

'Yeah.' Gawon turned her cup three times. Caught herself. 'Damn it.'

'I didn't say anything.'

'You were thinking it.'

'Little bit.'

They sat quietly, waiting. Normal morning. Normal coffee. Two people waiting for their friend to maybe change her life or maybe not.

Either way, they'd be there.

-

Sooin's exhibition was successful. She sold 3 pieces. 3 more than she expected. She was more than ecstatic. And she was hired.

'I got it!' Sooin shouted from the hallway, fumbling with her keys. 'Holy shit, I actually got it!'

'We heard you the first ten times,' Gawon said, taking one of the champagne bottles before Sooin dropped it.

'I'm going to keep saying it.' She finally got the door open. 'Maybe forever.'

Her apartment was a mess. Empty wine bottles from last night's panic session, canvases against every wall, a dead plant she kept meaning to throw out.

'Sit,' Gawon ordered. 'You're vibrating.'

'I can't sit. I might explode.' But Sooin collapsed on the couch anyway. 'They want me for three months. In Hokkaido. Starting next month.'

'That's fast,' you said.

'That's terrifying.' She opened the champagne badly. Foam everywhere. 'Shit. Sorry.'

'Leave it.' Gawon was already in the kitchen getting glasses. Real ones, not the plastic cups Sooin usually used.

'Fancy,' Sooin said.

'You got a real job. We're using real glasses.'

'It's just three months.'

'It's a whole thing. With a budget. A whole mentor.'

'Who thinks I have 'luminous loneliness.' Sooin made air quotes. 'Whatever that means.'

'It means you're hired,' you said.

'Yeah.' She drank half her glass at once. 'Weird though, right? Like he saw through me or something.'

Gawon and you exchanged a look.

'What?' Sooin caught it. 'What was that?'

'Nothing.'

'Bullshit. You did the thing.'

'What thing?'

'The worried look thing.' She poured more champagne. 'I'm fine. I'm great. I'm employed.'

'We know,' Gawon said carefully.

'Do you? Because you're looking at me like I'm about to cry or something.' Sooin laughed. Too loud. 'I'm not going to cry. I got the part.'

She kept drinking. Fast. By the third glass she was quieter.

'Three months is long,' she said eventually.

'We'll visit.'

'Yeah.' She picked at the couch cushion. 'It's just. I'll be alone. Again.'

'You won't be alone. You'll have the cast, the crew - '

'That's not what I mean.' Sooin looked at them. 'When's the last time someone actually wanted me around? Like, really wanted me?'

The question hung there.

'See?' She smiled, but it was all wrong. 'Can't remember either.'

'Sooin - '

'It's fine. I'm used to it.' She stood up too fast, swayed. 'I'm going to bed.'

'Let us help - '

'I'm good.' She wasn't. 'Really. Thanks for… this. For being here.'

They watched her weave toward her bedroom. The door closed with a soft click.

-

The apartment had gone quiet except for Sooin's gentle breathing from the bedroom. You'd both helped her there an hour ago, after the toasts became mumbled and her eyes started closing mid-sentence.

Just you and Gawon on the couch, the Yamazaki bottle between you on the coffee table. She poured two fingers each, no ice.

'She was happy,' Gawon said, tucking her legs under herself. 'Really happy.'

'The exhibition was a success.' You add.

'That's not what I mean.' Gawon took a sip, considering her words. 'Did you see her face when that couple was discussing her work? How she lit up?'

'She loves when people get it.'

'No.' Gawon shook her head. 'She loves being seen. There's a difference.'

You waited. Gawon had that look-the one that meant she was working up to something.

'She told me she hasn't been with anyone.’ She said, quiet.

'She's focused on her work.'

'She's scared.' Gawon stared into her glass. 'I mean, I know the feeling now, you know? She’s never been with anybody - I never thought that concept would be so important to me now.’

She looked at you then. 'When's the last time someone chose her? Really chose her?'

Japan’s humid night tucked the both of you in this comfortable atmosphere.

'I've been thinking,' Gawon continued. 'About what she needs.'

'Gawon - '

'Just listen.' She shifted closer. 'You're good. Actually good. Not just nice, not just charming. Good.'

'I'm not - '

'You are.' Her hand found yours. 'And she trusts you. We both do.'

'What are you asking?'

'I'm asking…' She took another sip for courage. 'I'm asking you to make her feel wanted. Even just once. So she knows what it's like.'

'You want me to-'

'I want her to stop believing she's meant to be alone.' Gawon was fierce but quiet. 'I want her to know how it feels when someone sees all of her and wants her anyway.'

'This is whiskey talking.'

She set her glass down. 'This is me talking. Me loving her enough to be unconventional.'

'And you'd be okay with it?'

'I'd be there.' The words came out sure. 'If she wanted. If it helped her feel safe.'

You studied her face - earnest, determined, maybe a little scared herself.

'This could complicate everything,' you said carefully.

'Everything's already complicated.' She laughed softly. 'We're sitting in her apartment, drinking her celebration whiskey, trying to figure out how to fix her loneliness. We passed complicated a while ago.'

'She might say no.'

'She might.' Gawon picked up her glass again. 'But she might not. And maybe that's what she needs - to choose. To be chosen.'

From the bedroom, Sooin murmured something in her sleep. You both turned toward the sound, then back to each other.

'Think about it,' Gawon said. 'That's all I'm asking.'

'I don't need to think about it.' You touched her face gently. 'If you're sure. If she wants it. If it would help her…'

'You'd do that?'

'I'd do anything for the people I love.' First time said aloud. 'Both of you.'

Gawon kissed you then, soft and grateful.

She curled into your side, and you sat there with the weight of what you were contemplating. The whiskey bottle refracted and diffracted, amber and warm, like the feeling in your chest.

'When?' you asked eventually.

'When she's sober. When she can really choose.' Gawon was sleepy now. 'When it's not about the exhibition… but just… us. Being here for her.'

'Okay.'

'Okay?'

'Okay.'

She smiled against your shoulder. In the bedroom, Sooin slept on, unaware of the promises being made in her name, for her heart, in the whiskey-soft glow of her own living room.

-

Morning came with the quiet sounds of movement in the kitchen.

'There's coffee,' Sooin said without turning when you and Gawon came in. She was at the stove, hair messy, wearing the same paint-stained shirt she always wore for cooking.

'Smells good,' Gawon said, settling at the table.

'It's just eggs.' Sooin was carefully neutral. 'Nothing fancy.'

'Sleep okay?' you asked.

'Fine.' She still hadn't turned around. 'You?'

'The couch was comfortable.'

'Good. That's… good.'

Gawon nudged your foot under the table. The eggs were starting to stick to the pan.

'Here.' You stood, moving to help. 'Let me - '

'I've got it.' But she let you take the spatula, stepping back.

Standing this close, you could see she'd been crying again. Not recently, but enough to leave traces.

'Sooin.'

'Don't.' Her voice was very quiet. 'Please.'

'Okay.'

You focused on the eggs, salvaging what you could. She stayed nearby, not quite touching but not moving away either.

'I said things last night,' she said finally.

'You were honest.'

'I was drunk.'

'Both can be true.'

She laughed softly, without humor. 'I guess.'

The morning light caught her face when she finally looked up. She looked tired but also somehow lighter, like crying had washed something away.

'I meant it though,' she said. 'About being tired of being alone.'

''I know.'

'It's not…' She glanced at Gawon, then back. 'I'm not trying to make this weird.'

'You're not.'

'I am though.' She moved closer, just barely. 'Aren't I?'

You set the spatula down. 'Look at me.'

She did, reluctantly.

'You're not making anything weird. You're being you.'

'That's the problem.'

'No,' you said gently. 'It's not.'

Something shifted in her face. 'You mean that.'

'Yeah.'

'Even though…' She gestured vaguely between you and Gawon.

'Even though.'

She was very still now, watching you. You reached up slowly, giving her time to step back. She didn't. Your hand touched her face.

'Oh,' she said softly.

The kiss was brief, gentle. Her fingers wrapped around your wrist, not pulling away, just holding.

When you stepped back, she stayed still for a moment, eyes closed.

…

She opened her eyes, looked at you, then at Gawon who had moved closer.

'I don't understand any of this.'

'That's okay,' Gawon said quietly.

'Is it?'

'Yeah.'

Sooin took a breath. Looked at the stove. 'I burned the eggs.'

'I noticed.'

'They're completely destroyed.'

'We'll make more,' you said.

'Right.' She turned off the burner, moved the pan to the sink. 'Right. Okay.'

She ran water over the burned mess, watched it steam.

'Thank you,' she said to the sink. 'Both of you.'

'For what?'

'I don't know.' A small laugh. 'Everything. Nothing. The eggs.'

'Anytime,' Gawon said.

The morning sun filled the kitchen. Three people standing in the aftermath of something shifting. The burned smell was already fading.

Sooin dried her hands, turned around. 'So. Breakfast?'

'Breakfast,' you agreed.

And that was enough for now.

-

The taxi smelled like fake pine. Gawon sat by the window, arms crossed.

'You okay?'

'Fine.'

'You're doing that thing with your jaw.'

'What thing?' Her jaw unclenched slightly.

'That thing.' You poked her shoulder. 'When you're annoyed but pretending not to be.'

'I'm not annoyed.'

'Okay.'

'I'm not.'

'I said okay.'

She turned to glare at you. 'Her lipstick is on your collar.'

You glanced down. There was indeed a faint pink smudge. 'Huh.'

'Huh? That's all?'

'What do you want me to say?'

'I don't know. Something.' She turned back to the window. 'Never mind.'

'You're jealous.'

'I'm not jealous.'

'You're a little jealous.'

'Shut up.'

You slid closer. She leaned away.

'Gawon.'

'What?'

'You literally suggested it.'

'I know what I suggested. Doesn't mean I have to like it.'

'Fair.'

The driver changed lanes. Gawon stayed pressed against the door.

'She uses vanilla lip gloss,' you said conversationally. 'Very sweet.'

'I don't care.'

'Like candy almost.'

'Stop talking.'

'You use that mint one. Much better.'

She finally looked at you. 'You're enjoying this.'

'A little bit.'

'Ass.'

'Yeah.' You touched her knee. 'Come here.'

'No.'

'Come on.'

'I said no.' But she wasn't pulling away from your hand.

'One kiss.'

'You've had enough kisses today.'

'One more.'

She rolled her eyes but turned toward you. 'You're ridiculous.'

'Yeah.'

'And your collar is still pink.'

'I'll wash it.'

'Good.' She leaned in then, quick and firm. When she pulled back, she was almost smiling. 'There. Happy?'

'Getting there.'

'Don't push it.' But she let you take her hand. 'How was it anyway?'

'How was what?'

'You know what.'

'It was nice.'

'Nice.' She considered this. 'That's it?'

'She was nervous. Kept apologizing.'

'Sounds like her…'

…

'I also liked it.' She added, in the silence.

Wha-

She swiftly kissed you this time, harder, hands on your jaw. The taxi driver coughed pointedly.

'We're almost there,' Gawon said against your mouth.

'We could circle the block.'

'That's very Pretty Woman of you.'

'I've never seen it.'

'Liar.' But she was smiling now, the tension finally breaking. 'You probably cried at the end.'

'Every time.'

'I knew it.' She settled against your side properly. 'You're such a soft touch.'

'Only for you.'

'And Sooin, apparently.' She smiled, now with an air of mischief.

'That's different.'

'I know.' Quieter now. 'I know it is. Still.'

'Still,' you agreed.

The hotel appeared ahead. Gawon straightened, already reaching for her bag.

'For the record,' she said as the taxi slowed, 'I prefer when your mouth tastes like mint. Or nothing. Or me. Or you.'

'Noted.'

The taxi stopped. The doorman was already moving toward them. The moment broke, but the understanding remained - she'd given something, watched something, felt something she hadn't expected. And maybe that was okay.

-

The hotel already felt like home. Two days. Just two days and the air carried Gawon's scent.

And the traces of the entire day, and the day before that.

You carried a box of cookies that Sooin made into the villa. She said it was just a parting gift just for today, but it felt more like she was trying to forget what happened. It was the opposite for you, you couldn't forget; and the fresh smell of the cookies, reminded you exactly of Sooin's plump lips, pressed desperately against yours, as the scent of the cookie caramelized in the oven.

You left the box of cookies on the table.

The door to the bathroom clicked when you sat on the bed. And Gawon emerged. Sheer stockings covering her feet to the midway of her thighs. A stunningly webbed black lingerie piece that covered just the right amount to leave you anguish, while still narrowly hiding everything.

Her bra was the same too, the underswell, the upswell, the way her breasts coupled just over the edge of the bra, just so, god almighty.

-

'Sit on that chair.' She was firm.

You moved, still admiring her, but now sat facing her.

She approached, slowly at first, between you and the bed, and she sat.

'I suppose this is what I planned as payback.'

'Because of yesterday.'

'Among other things. You kissing Sooin, keeping me sore this entire week.'

Her stocking-clad foot traced a deliberate path along your denim-clad thigh - a slow exploration. ‘Gawon.’ The name escaped you, raw and pleading.

‘Hush.’

Your fingers dug into the chair’s worn knit fabric. Her toes pressed, finally, against the aching bulge straining your jeans - then lifted away. ‘Gawon.’

‘Keep saying my name.’ A command.

Both feet settled heavily on your thighs now, warm soles pressing heat through denim. Your knuckles whitened. ‘What do you want? Tell me.’

‘Help me. With your feet.’

‘Good boy.’

One foot slid upward, the nylon catching on your zipper. A single toe hooked under the button. Relief was a breath away. ‘Take it out.’

‘What?’

‘Take it out.’ Her foot pressed down, the arch molding perfectly to your trapped erection. Toe pads dragged firmly along the swollen length. ‘Look at you. Hard just from my feet. Naughty boy.’

‘You’re the reason.’ Your voice was gravel. Her sole pressed harder, feeling the rigid heat through the layers of cotton and denim.¹

Her hands clenched the bedsheets, knuckles taut.

Then - emptiness. Her feet withdrew.

You looked up, lost. ‘Wh - '

Her fingers hooked the waistband of her skirt. A slow, slide down endless legs. The fabric caught briefly on her toes before pooling on the floor. Art unveiled.

You released the chair, transfixed. The air hummed with worn nerves. She planted her feet firmly on the mattress edge, wiggling her toes - a deliberate provocation. Her gaze pinned you, savoring your desperation.

Slowly, deliberately, she ripped the seam of her left stocking. White-painted toes emerged. ‘These were expensive,’ she murmured. ‘I expect… reciprocation.’ The contrast - torn black nylon against creamy skin - was devastating.

‘Take it out.’ This time, it was final. You shoved your boxers down, freeing yourself.

Gawon’s eyes widened. Her left foot landed on your bare thigh, sole searing against skin. Then the right. Both feet bracketed your shaft, radiating unbearable heat just millimeters away.

‘Let me show you what these can do.’ A soft, dangerous smile.

Her feet closed around you. Her warm textured soles around your shaft, bare toes wiggling, brushing. Pressure. Friction. Gawon grinned, your cock trapped between her arches, twitching, helpless, pooling with precum.

She asked you to move closer, ‘Wait - closer. I can - ’

You dragged the chair forward immediately, wood scraping floor. She slid toward the edge. Your hands locked around her thin calves, feeling the flex of muscle beneath nylon.

‘That… works.’ Her breath hitched. One hand slid down her stomach, fingers pressing into soft skin below her navel. Lower. Beneath the lace edge of her panties. A sigh escaped her as her fingers moved slow, shadowing across her lace panties, hints of knuckles, fingers, the soft squelch. Her hand emerged glistening.

‘God. You’re so wet.’ You barely tear out.

‘Like you wouldn’t believe.’ She held up her slick-coated hand. ‘Want it? Be good. Take it.' She wrapped that wetness around your cock. Tight. She spat into her other palm. Both hands worked you now, while her feet maintained their tight grip at the base of your cock, barely moving, but destroying your nerves nonetheless.

Then she moved. Her hand held crown of your cock as her soles pressed heavily on either side. Her hand worked the precum down, her feet worked all of it: saliva, precum, her slick.

You twitched. Back arching. Your grip on her calves was too tight at some point, to which she moaned a soft rebellion: you stopped immediately.

You dug your toes into the carpet, your biceps pulsed, you lost oxygen after every filthy pass of her feet along your length.

And yet,

Her feet never stopped - a slow, torturous undulation against your shaft. The textured nylon dragged and pulled every moan from you, every hunchback position to prevent spilling on her textured soles rubbing against the slit of your cock.

Then just as you half-twitched to completion.

She stopped.

'You want my hand?'

'Yes.' You barely say.

You were prey to Gawon: 'Louder, beg for it.'

'Please. Your hand. My cock. Please.'

Her hand gripped your cock like it was a squeeze toy, a welcome sensation when you're passing in and out of consciousness.

Every downward stroke of her hands synced with her soles pressed hard around your cock.

'Look at you,' she breathed. 'Twitching like a rabbit in a snare.'

A strangled sound escaped you. Her thumbs circled your swollen head, smearing her wetness mixed with yours. Pre-come slicked the path. The schlick-schlick of her pumping hands synced with the shush-shush of nylon soles gliding.

Then she changed rhythm.

Her feet stilled, clamped tight just below the head. Her hands accelerated, twisting on the upstroke, thumb digging into the frenulum.

'Gawon - !'

'Not yet.' Her command was amber and honey and gunpowder pressed to your very nerves. 'You hold it. Hold it for me. Be a good boy.'

Sweat beaded your temples. Your hips jerked, seeking deeper pressure, but her feet held firm, denying release. Muscles trembled - thighs, abdomen, the cords in your neck standing rigid. The need was a live wire sparking behind your eyes.

'You taste the air?' She murmured, inexplicably.

You did. Salt. Her arousal. The tang of overworked nerves.

'That’s you unmaking. That’s what I do. Now, come here. sit here.' She patted on the part of bed between her thighs.

You stood up immediately, sitting between her thighs, her arms now entangled around your waist.

'I have a request.' She pressed a kiss to your jaw.

'Mm.' You reply. Running on fumes.

'I want you to… are you listening?' She says, now soft.

In a flash, her legs wrapped around your waist, her hand wrapped around your cock. Her heels just hovered by the sides of your shaft.

Then her heels dug in.

You let out a groan. In pleasure.

'I want to watch you have sex with Sooin.'

You twitched. You almost came. You groaned too. She's trying to fucking kill you. Her heels moved just so, the muscle of your shaft shifting in turn, her soles now pressed on either side of your shaft.

'Gawon - '

'Fuck Sooin for me. I won't force you. I want you to. I liked it… I liked it when you kissed her.'

'Gawon - ' You breathe. You were about to break. You were twitching. One more move. That's all she needed to break you.

'So?' Waiting for an answer.

Her left foot shifted. Just the big toe, dragging slowly, agonizingly, from root to tip along the pulsing vein underneath your cock. A whimper tore loose. Her hands tightened, twisting harder.

'Ok! I will. Fuck. I'll fuck Sooin. In front of you... I'll cum inside her.'

You groaned, her soles continued its movement, along the length of your cock, the whole of her soles, milking you.

She moaned. She came before you did. She moaned right on the rim of your ear, vibrating her perfect orgasm.

Holy Fucking Shit.

You detonated next.

It was a structural collapse. Spine arching, heels digging into carpet, vision whiting out as heat roared up your spine. Her hands milked every spasm, her feet a warm, grounding weight as you emptied yourself over her fingers, stripes of white landing hot on your stomach, her fingers, the carpet below the bed.

You panted, Gawon held you firm.

Gawon watched, chest rising and falling rapidly, her own arousal glistening visibly now at the lace edge of her panties. She lifted her slick, glazed hand, studying the mess with detached fascination.

'Holy fuck.' She said, spent.

You laughed.

She laughed in turn.

Her foot, still resting against your spent cock, gave one final, proprietary squeeze.

-

Tomorrow. Tomorrow was when everything was gonna happen.

You and Gawon shared a shower. Went along with the routine of days past.

With a commitment etched into eachother's hearts.

-

The day was neutral. Routine. You and gawon showered together. She scoffed when you held her waist with a half-hard cock against her back; all she could offer was, 'Tonight, you'll have all the time you need.' She didn't know how much that made you ache.

The hours ambled past. You and Gawon made rounds to cafes, pet shops, summer trees. Her honey hand was wrapped with yours the entire time, even when clammy: a soft proclamation that the both of you would be through thick and thin.

By evening, you walked nervously with Gawon to Sooin's place. She said everything was arranged. What did that mean?

The walk upstairs was even more nerve-wracking. It was until Gawon hugged you, right outside the door to Sooin's, that you calmed down. 'Sooin deserves the best. You deserve the best. I won't be jealous. I want Sooin to feel loved - more than just a kiss. I want you to understand, more than just sex, that I'll be forever yours.'

'It's a pity I can't throw you against this wall and make love. Hm?' You grin. She grins back. You kiss. You have no idea what you did to deserve Gawon.

The door softly cranked open and Sooin was stood there. Her hands raised perpendicular, waiting for you.

You walked towards her, then hugged her.

Sooin stood on her toes for a moment, readjusting her arms around your neck. She was secure, holding your head, looking at you; maybe she was trying to conceptualize something, something more foreign than just kissing.

Your hands were at her waist now, against her warm skin.

You were already half-hard. Half-dizzy. Crazed: Gawon's watching you, Sooin wants you. Focus, for once, focus.

Two beautiful women, one observing, one right in your arms - the one that isn't your girlfriend. You were confused.

Things were uncoiling. You aren't sure what it was.

'Kiss me. Again. More. As much as it takes.' Sooin whispered, right on your ear. Her moist breath tingling the side of your ear, your face.

Your breath caught. AWOL. You looked at Sooin once more. Her cheeks flush, her breaths heavy, her hair tangled so perfectly around your fingers.

You caught the side of her chin with one hand. Tilting her head just a little, just so, and you touched her lips. She was breathing fast, her heart was beating, you felt it on her lips.

You slid your tongue between her lips, selfishly. mmph she says, christ almighty. You traced her lips, her tongue.

Her arms tightened around your neck, and she took initiative: pushing her tongue deep into your mouth. You moved in response, in surprise. 'Gently' you whisper, she nods; now, licking softly, her tongue to yours, exploring you. Her hands were stretching the quarter-zip that Gawon bought for you.

You were catastrophically hard. You weren't privy to what Gawon was doing, what she was saying, most of all, what her reaction was. You were a deer under spotlight. Sooin coodinating perfectly to make sure you couldn't look at Gawon.

'Was that good?' She asked. Cheeks flush. Breathing heavily. Her hips were gently rocking against you. On your hardness.

'Yes. That… was perfect.' You whisper, just loud enough. Gawon surely heard it. Your cock jerked in excitement.

Without saying anything, you pulled her tight, entering her mouth once more, harder, without sympathy. She squealed something. You kissed her hard. Passionately. Far passionately than before, far more than the other times.

Your arm seized the small of her back. You helped her rock her body against your hardness. She was moaning in tandem with your pushes and pulls.

You looked down to see, to go past concept, to see what you were doing to Sooin. But before then, Sooin pulled your chin again, and kissed you hungrily.

Don't worry.

Just enjoy it.

'Christ almighty Sooin.' You balk, speech almost unintelligible. Desperately clinging to Sooin's body.

'Grind into me. Please.' She begged. That was it. That did it.

You nearly lifted her into the air as you ground yourself deep into her. Separated by cloth. Your cock against her pussy.

She moaned deep into your mouth. Her husky voice destroying a piece of you every time.

'I'm gonna come.'

'Keep going. Please. Keep going.'

You desperately move. Forgetting everything. Concepts forgotten. Just Sooin body perfectly sidled up on your brick-hard cock.

Then:

Gawon wrapped her arms around your shoulders. Forehead against your nape.

'I want in.'

Sooin retreated back. Cheeks red. Breathing heavily.

Gawon’s lips left a searing trail down your neck - half-graze, half-bite - as her fingers hooked the hem of your shirt. Fabric rasped upward, baring skin to the cool air and her hotter mouth. She mapped your shoulders, the tense cord of your triceps, then circled to face you, eyes locked on yours as her tongue flicked a nipple. The jolt went straight to your groin.

‘I want to suck your cock.’

No preamble. No permission asked. Her hands were already at your waistband, deftly working the button, the zipper teeth parting like a sigh. Your fingers tangled in her hair, not guiding, just anchoring, as she sank to her knees.

Behind her, Sooin stood frozen. Back pressed to the doorframe, knuckles white where she gripped the wood. Her breath hitched - a soft, involuntary sound. Gawon heard it. Didn’t turn. Just smiled against your hipbone, her breath humid through the thin cotton of your briefs.

‘Watch,’ Gawon murmured, not to you.

She peeled the briefs down. Your cock sprang free, flushed and straining and dripping with pre cum. Gawon’s gaze didn’t leave Sooin’s face as she took you into her mouth.

Her cheeks hollowed out, a gentle sucking noise rang out as your knees almost buckled right then and there.

The soft whimpers of Gawon going deeper.

The slick noise of her tongue circling the head.

Sooin made a sound - a whimper trapped in her throat. Gawon hummed around you, the vibration ricocheting up your spine. Encouragement? Mockery? Impossible to tell.

‘Gawon - ’ you choked out.

She pulled off with a filthy pop. ‘Patience.’ Her hand replaced her mouth, stroking slowly. Deliberate. Theatrical. ‘She’s never seen this, has she? Never seen how pretty a man comes apart.’

Sooin’s eyes were wide, dark, fixed on Gawon’s hand moving on your shaft. A fevered flush crept up her neck.

Gawon’s free hand reached back, blind, and found Sooin’s wrist. ‘Touch him,’ she ordered, voice thick around the command. ‘Just here.’ She guided Sooin’s trembling fingers to your hip, to the tense muscle jumping beneath sweat-damp skin. ‘Feel how hard he is for us.’

Sooin’s touch was feather-light. Terrified. Electrifying. Her fingertips traced the V of your pelvis, then flinched back.

‘Look at him,’ Gawon insisted, taking you deep again, hollowing her cheeks. _‘Look at what we do to him.’

Sooin’s breath stuttered. This time, when her hand returned, it didn’t tremble. Her palm flattened against your stomach, feeling the clench and release of muscle as Gawon sucked harder, faster. Her thumb brushed the base of your cock where Gawon’s lips stretched tight.

Two hands now. Two women. One unbearable friction.

Gawon moaned around you - a sound of pure satisfaction - and Sooin echoed it, softer, wonderstruck. Her nails bit lightly into your hip as Gawon took you to the hilt, throat working, eyes watering but never closing, never looking away from Sooin’s rapt, overwhelmed face.

Gawon’s throat flexed - a tight, rippling swallow against the head of your cock. Her nose pressed into your base. You felt the ridge of your crown catch momentarily on the tense ring of muscle at the back of her mouth before she forced herself deeper, her throat opening in a practiced spasm. Tears welled at the corners of her eyes, tracking mascara-smudged paths down her flushed cheeks. She didn’t blink. Didn’t look away from you.

Her lips sealed impossibly tight around the root, the stretch burning. You felt the thump thump thump of her pulse through the soft flesh of her palate, pressed directly against your straining underside. Saliva overflowed, thick and slick, dripping down your shaft onto Sooin’s hand still splayed on your lower belly. The warm rivulet traced a path through the sweat-sheened skin.

Gawon held you there, buried to the hilt. Her breath came in short, desperate sniffs through flared nostrils, unable to inhale fully. Her jaw trembled with the effort. A low, guttural hum vibrated through her throat and into your cock - a physical buzz deep in your core.

Then, slowly, agonizingly, she retreated. Her throat released its grip with a wet, sucking pop. Your cock slid back through the tight tunnel of her mouth, every ridge, every vein catching exquisitely on her tongue, her palate, her teeth held carefully back. Her tongue flattened beneath you, a hot, broad pressure massaging the sensitive frenulum as she withdrew. Cool air hit the slick length for a fraction of a second before her lips, swollen and red, sealed back around the head.

Her tongue pressed hard under your cock, making you wince with pleasure, all the joints of your body gridlocked under blissful tyranny. Her lips pulsed around your shaft, the softness of the inside of her mouth, molded around your shaft, all velvety and fucking outrageous, dragging horribly along your length, the suction of her lips making a meek sound as it passed the crown of your cock.

Her hands never stopping working the base of your shaft and your balls. Switching rhythmically, squeezing lightly, fingers rolling your sac, just so, just so.

'Fuck. Gawon.'

'God. I love you. And this cock. And everything.' She breathed out, all flush and bothered, intermittently sending a hand down her panties, knuckles shadowing along her panties as she fucked herself on her fingers.

Gawon's saliva ran glistening along your shaft. Before it could pass down your legs, her lips surrounded your shaft again. Slicking Sooin's fingers where they still pressed against your hip. The sound was obscene: wet schlicks on the upstroke, guttural swallows of choked gasps when she surfaced, the constant drip onto skin.

Her hot gusts fanned your wet skin when she, occasionally, came up for air: short, sharp inhalations followed by low moans directed at you, directed at her fingers working on her pussy, before she plunged down again.

Sooin’s hand on your hip shifted. Her thumb found the taut tendon running from your hip bone towards your groin. She pressed into the rigid cord of muscle, her nail scraping lightly through the sweat and Gawon’s spit. Her other hand, the one Gawon had guided, lifted from your belly. You felt her hesitation in the air above your cock, then the tentative brush of a fingertip against the slick, spit-sheened head - just below where Gawon’s lips were sealed. A jolt shot through you.

Gawon felt it too. Her eyes, locked on Sooin’s, narrowed slightly. She increased the suction, hollowing her cheeks sharply, pulling Sooin’s focus back to her mouth, her control. She released you with another filthy pop, saliva stringing between her lower lip and your crown.

'See?' Gawon rasped, her voice wrecked. She didn't break eye contact with Sooin. Her tongue darted out, broad and pink, lapping at the pre-come beading at your tip, collecting it messily. 'See how he leaks for it?' She guided your cockhead back to her lips, her tongue swirling over the slit once more before taking you in, not deep this time, just the head, sucking hard and fast, her cheeks collapsing inward. 'All this… just from my mouth. Imagine.'

Gawon looked at you once again. This time, she stood up, wrapping her arms around your neck before kissing the side of your face, then pressing her tongue deep into your mouth.

Sooin stood there, wet-handed, even flusher, but she still just stood there: waiting, patiently.

'Sooin.'

That was all she had to say for Sooin to rush back towards you. But before she came, Gawon pushed you. You lost the abiltiy to maintain balance a long time ago, your knees were fucked, your brain was totally fucked. You were just fucked.

So you fell. Onto the bed.

'Calculated.' You breathe, masking the previous panic in your voice.

'Always.' Gawon says. And she leans on you, her knees on the bed. Hand on your wet cock.

Her lips surrounded your nipple, and a faint suction ran through your entire body.

Gawon's hand, the one taht was preoccupied with stroking you into madness, pulled for Sooin to come. And, again, she did.

Knees on the bed.

Palpably close to your cock, Sooin kneeled closer. And her lips pressed warm against your nipple.

Gawon motioned for Sooin, something unspoken, and you felt her hand wrap around your shaft.

Schlick.

Her moved. Her hands were smaller. Warmer. Tighter.

Schlick.

'Sit on him.' Gawon said. You darted up to look at them. Sooin was silent, eyes wide, her hand stopped moving.

'Are you sure?'

'Sit on him. Dear.'

The side of your chest where Gawon stayed was warm, she was there, looking at Sooin, she slid off your body, steadying herself. Her skin glanced off the sunlight, she was paler, a born deer surrounded by two wolves.

You were complicit in her ruin. You knew it now. Your cock grew harder the more you looked; soft skin, large bosom, thick thighs. You took a deep breath when Sooin straddled you, your lungs ballooned, the sides of her inner thighs pressed to your outer thighs. Her body was just inches off your rock-hard cock.

Gawon slid behind Sooin. Sooin didn’t turn - her gaze stayed locked on you, lips swollen and bitten red. The snick of a bra clasp echoed in the quiet. The garment slid down Sooin’s arms and landed in your lap, warm from her skin.

'Ah.'

Their laughter tangled - light, nervous. Gawon’s hand darted out, snatching the bra away.

Sooin’s breasts were bare now, high and full, nipples flushed pink. Your gut clenched, a visceral pull to bury yourself inside her - now.

She crossed her arms over her chest. 'You’re grinning,' Gawon observed, mischievious.

'I know.'

'Approved?' Gawon’s tone was all edges.

'Jesus. Are you blind?' You shifted closer, easing Sooin back against your chest. She was gentle, her back was arched. She was so so soft. Her bare shoulders trembled.

'Mm!' Sooin gasped as your thigh brushed her inner leg.

'Okay?' you murmured.

She nodded, cheeks blazing with red.

A hand closed around your cock - Gawon’s. Her thumb pressed the leaking tip. 'Hard as marble. Is this for her?'

You stayed silent. The answer pulsed in her grip.

Sooin arched when Gawon’s other hand slid between her legs, palming her through damp cotton. 'It’s really happening. Oh fuck, it's really happening.' Sooin breathed, pinned between you.

Gawon hooked a finger in the waistband of Sooin’s panties. Look. She peeled the fabric aside.

Wet heat glistened. No barriers left.

-

You traced Sooin’s inner thigh, feeling the jump of her muscle. 'Tell me.' 'I want' Sooin’s voice frayed. 'Just… touch me first.'

Gawon’s hand left your cock, guiding yours to Sooin’s center. 'Here.' Your fingers met slick heat. Sooin whimpered.

'Like this?' You circled her clit, her viscous slick covering the pads of your fingers. Holy fuck. Sooin’s head fell back against Gawon. 'Yes. God - yes.'

Gawon bit Sooin’s shoulder, leaving a red bloom. 'He needs to feel you. Ready?' Sooin nodded, frantic.

You lined up, the head of your cock nudging her entrance. Her hips jerked. 'Wait,' Gawon ordered. She spat into her palm, slicked your length. 'Now.'

You pushed in - slow. Sooin cried out, back bowing. 'Breathe,' Gawon commanded, pinning Sooin’s hips down. 'Take it.'

Sooin’s walls clenched, scalding tight. 'More - ' You thrust deeper. She sobbed, nails scraping your forearm.

Gawon watched. She moved to the side of the bed, sitting next to you. Hand on her mound - fingers moving. She breathed soft. She was looking at you, how you moved into Sooin. You met her eyes, once or twice. Making sure she saw, how your hips crushed against Sooin. Gawon's grin didn't leave her, her lust-gleamed eyes didn't change. Her fingers were still inside of her. In the background, as you stared at Gawon, Sooin let out pitiful moans that was more inspiration than anything else.

You moved deeper. Found her shoulder to bite on. Her pussy was wet, hot, her slick passed through your entire shaft, collecting down your balls.

'I'm fucking losing it. I'm fucking losing it.' She repeated, in your ear. You went faster.

Her hips moved up, your hands pulling as support, and she crashed back down. Her ass against your thighs. Smack.

She let out a pitiful moan again.

She moved back to find a different position. Her breasts bounced up and down. Your cock ground against her g-spot. She came.

She came just like that.

'Ahhh. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck' She buried her head in your shoulder. Trembled. Lost herself. Regained herself. Grinded her hips just a little. Letting your cock move and scrape against her sensitive spots.

'How does it feel? His cock grinding you. All inside you. Stretching you out.' Gawon's hand held Sooin's sweaty nape.

It wasn't question: an observation.

Her pink pussy was swollen around you. Morphed around you. Her stomach moved as her diaphragm collected oxygen. It felt unreal, her pussy tightening as she breathed in and out. It reminded you of a grounding detail, as the pause ensued: fucking Sooin as your girlfriend watched.

This time, Gawon's hand wrapped behind you, and she kissed you; first, on your ear, a tender, wet kiss that traced the outline of your ear; then, as you tried to kiss her back, her finger hovered over your chin, and pushed it back: 'I'm a spectator.' That was all she said.

Sooin was still breathing softly, her forehead still pressed against your left shoulder. The sides of her body still moved in accordance of her breaths, her humid breath hovered on your collarbone - worn out, high on bliss.

'Slap me.'

What?

'What?' You say, this time, with your mouth. Doubly processing.

'I want you to slap me.'

You look at Gawon, only to find her smiling.

The only clueless person in the room - you. [1]

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[1] The exact moment your brain, which was previously operating on a simple "This is nice / This is weird / This is hot" flowchart, blue-screens entirely. It's the dawning, ice-water horror of realizing that the other two players in this… scenario… have apparently been co-authoring a very specific Google Doc of Kinks & Agendas in a shared folder you were never invited to.

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Sooin blew air at you. You looked, she was smiling, still rawing from the pleasure, and then, just then, kissed you.

You locked your arms behind her back, and pressed your cock so deep that she groaned into your mouth. Her tongue moved in frantic movements as you pressed deeper and deeper into her; her folds pressed wet against the base of your shaft. You let the kiss go - to Sooin's dismay: mouth open and dizzy and flushed - to press your face against the space between her breasts; on either side, there was hills of perfect upswell dotted with pinkish nipples. You held her firmer as you plowed into her. She was still, victim to her pleasure, moaning, groaning, releasing her slick - some of it dripping on the carpet.

You saw Gawon move behind Sooin in your periphery. A sharp crack echoed - Gawon’s palm landing hard on Sooin’s ass. Sooin yelped, her fingers digging into the back of your neck. You held her hips down against your lap, your cock buried deep inside her, and delivered your own stinging slap to her other cheek. The flesh jiggled, already flushed.

'Thought you could just take and take, little thief?' Gawon hissed, naked, pressing her front against Sooin’s sweaty back. Her lips brushed Sooin’s ear. 'Squeeze her tight. Make her gush. Let her ruin her own fucking carpet.'

No more talk needed.

You stood, lifting Sooin’s legs, hooking them over your shoulders. She groaned, back arching, as the angle drove you impossibly deeper, the head of your cock grinding against her cervix. A raw, punched-out whimper escaped her - she was still trembling from her last climax.

You pulled her ass back, just enough for the tip to catch, then slammed home. A wet thwack of flesh meeting flesh. Sooin shrieked. You grunted, the force driving your hips forward.

Glancing down, you saw Gawon on her knees between Sooin’s splayed legs. One hand was frantically rubbing her own swollen clit. The other hand rose and fell in weak, almost spastic slaps against Sooin’s reddened ass. 'Close… oh fuck, close,' Gawon gasped, her voice thin and strained.

Sooin’s ass slammed against your hips again, slicker now. The wet sound was obscene - a mix of her slick, her cum, your pre-cum, smearing across skin and dripping onto the carpet below. The air reeked of sex and sweat.

Gawon’s head snapped back. A ragged cry tore from her throat as she came, her hips bucking against her own hand, her weak slaps stopping entirely as her body seized. 'Yes! Fuck! YES!'

The sight, the sound, the feel of Sooin’s cunt clamping down like a slick fist - it pushed you over the edge. 'Gonna - !' you managed, pulling out just as the first hot pulse surged up your shaft.

'Fuck! Fuck!' Sooin sobbed, her body convulsing. Her swollen pussy clenched around nothing, and a gush of clear fluid splattered onto the carpet between her thighs, soaking into the fibers. 'Oh god! Oh god!' she gasped between desperate cries, her hips jerking as she squirted again.

You gave her no respite. Still hard, still throbbing, you shoved back into her sopping, pink entrance. This time, you crushed your mouth to hers, swallowing her gasps as you fucked her through her own aftershocks. Deep, punishing strokes. The final sprint.

You buried yourself to the root, grinding hard. 'Fuck!' The growl ripped from your chest as you locked Sooin against you, fingers digging into her hips hard enough to bruise. You emptied yourself deep inside her - one thick, hot rope after another, painting her inner walls, each pulse kissing her cervix. Your balls tightened, drawn up, as Gawon ducked her head, hollowing her cheeks to suck them greedily, swallowing what spilled.

'You… filled me,' Sooin breathed against your lips, dazed.

You kissed her, deep.

You thrust twice more, shallow and possessive, grinding your spend deeper into her core. Then you pulled out with a wet suck.

Thick globs of your cum spurted onto the soaked carpet, joining her slick puddle. One stray pulse landed on Gawon’s waiting tongue. She closed her mouth, swallowing.

You lowered Sooin onto the bed. She collapsed, chest heaving, looking up at you with glazed, awestruck eyes.

Your gaze locked onto Gawon. She was still panting, her own climax lingering. On her knees, she shuffled forward until her face was level with your softening cock, still glistening with a mix of your spend and Sooin’s slick. She let the heavy head rest on her tongue for a heartbeat, tasting it, before closing her lips around your shaft. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking firmly, cleaning every inch with slow swipes of her tongue.

To be continued.

April Fools! :P

Jk, have a fic lol

Lovefool

Kim Sooin x Male Reader

The date did the heavy lifting for you.

It always had.

The first of april arrived dressed like a prank, light on its feet, harmless in the way it made everything sound like it didn’t matter. It gave people permission to say things they would never dare to otherwise, to stretch the truth until it snapped and call it humor.

And you learned how to live in that space between truth and laughter.

“I like you, Kim Sooin.”

It was the same line, on the same day every year.

And the exact same escape plan right after.

“April Fools!”

She would always let you have that exit.

That was the thing about Sooin.

She never pushed, never cornered, never made you sit in something uncomfortable longer than you could handle.

She’d laugh, sometimes shake her head, sometimes nudge your shoulder like you’d just said something mildly annoying instead of something that could’ve changed everything.

“Do you rehearse that every year?” she teased once.

You grinned. “Only for you.”

“Liar.”

then she’d laugh again.

It was easy to throw words like that into the air, maybe a bit too easy since she was your best friend. Which meant you already had everything you weren’t supposed to risk.

You knew what she ordered even before entering a place. You knew which songs she skipped and which ones she replayed three times without noticing. You knew the exact tone of her voice when she was pretending she was fine and when she wasn’t.

And she knew you.

In ways no one else did.

So you built your routine carefully.

One day a year, you let the truth out for just a second or two.

The other 364, you kept it buried under jokes and familiarity and everything that made your friendship feel safe.

“I like you, Kim Sooin.”

You never shortened her name, never softened the words.

If you were going to say it, even as a joke, you wanted it to sound believable enough.

The first time you did it, she blinked in surprise, asked if it was real before you laughed it off.

The second, she caught on faster.

By the third, she was already smiling before you finished.

By the fourth, she started something from you.

“Just spit it out,” she said once, glancing at her phone before looking back at you, brows slightly raised.

You blinked. “What?”

“Your yearly performance,” she replied, leaning back like she had all the time in the world. “It’s already past noon, let’s just get it over with.”

You huffed a laugh, shaking your head. “I was waiting until we were walking home, y’know for suspense.”

“Mhm,” she hummed, unconvinced. “Sure you were.”

You watched her for a second.

The way she looked at you like this was normal, like knew whatever you were going to say, like it didn’t matter.

“I like you, Kim Sooin.”

She didn’t even blink this time.

Just tilted her head slightly, the corner of her lips lifting like she was waiting for the rest.

“April Fool’s. . ." you added, a beat too late.

“Wow,” she said flatly. “So convincing.”

You would’ve gone ahead with life if there wasn’t a small problem,

She was smiling.

It never broke anything.

No matter how many times you said it, no matter how real it felt when it left your mouth, it always folded neatly back into something harmless.

Something she could laugh at.

Something you could hide behind.

And maybe that’s why you kept doing it.

Because as long as it stayed a joke, you never had to find out what would happen if it wasn’t.

So you kept it there, carefully as time passed.

But something does change. It doesn’t happen all at once but in small moments that you caught onto.

Sooin starts sitting closer, close enough that your shoulders brush without either of you moving away, close enough that you start noticing how easily she fits into your space. She lingers more, after your classes, in and around your conversations, after everything that should’ve ended a few seconds earlier but doesn’t as if she was waiting for something.

Sometimes, you catch her looking at you, which wasn't the usual, easy, familiar look you’ve known for years. It was something quieter, something that makes you wonder if she’s thinking about that one specific day of the year.

You don’t ask because asking would mean stepping out of the safety you built.

And you’ve spent too long perfecting it.

So instead, you wait.

Days blur into weeks, weeks stretch thin into months. The calendar keeps moving forward like it doesn’t care what you’re holding onto.

And somehow, everything stays the same.

She still calls you when she can’t sleep.

Still complains about the smallest things like they matter.

Still walks beside you like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

But then there were moments where her hand brushed yours and didn’t pull away immediately, moments where her voice softens when she says your name, moments where she almost says something then doesn’t.

And every time, hope stretches a little further.

It could’ve led you into believing in something, a gut feeling.

You think about asking again, not as a joke, not on the first of April and without an escape plan behind it.

But every time you see her, every time she smiles at you the same way she always has, you hesitate.

Because what if it changes things?

What if it breaks the one thing you’ve never been willing to risk?

So you tell yourself, maybe deluded yourself with your own words.

just wait a little longer.

There’s time.

There’s always been time.

Until there wasn’t anymore.

Graduation day arrived in a blur of movement and noise. People gathered in clusters, calling out names, pulling each other into photos, holding onto moments like they could stretch them just a little longer. The air felt full, crowded with everything left unsaid.

You found her the way you always did, without trying.

She was standing a few steps away, surrounded by people, her expression brighter than usual, lighter in a way that caught your attention immediately. For a moment, something in your chest eased. It felt like everything had led to this, like maybe this was where things finally settled into place.

You took a step toward her.

Then another before you saw it.

It wasn’t obvious. It wasn’t something anyone else would have pointed out. It was just the way someone moved into her space, close enough that there was no hesitation, no uncertainty about where they belonged. It was the way she turned toward them without thinking, the way her expression shifted, softened into something steady and certain.

It was the kind of understanding that didn’t need to be explained.

You stopped, not because you wanted to, but because there was nothing left to move towards.

There was no sharp pain, no sudden break. Just something quiet settling into place, like a truth that had always been there finally deciding to make itself known. The waiting, the hoping, the way you had built something out of her silence, it all unraveled in that one small moment.

She looked up then, her eyes finding yours almost immediately.

Of course they did.

For a second, something flickered across her face. It might have been recognition, or guilt, or something softer that you didn’t stay long enough to understand.

Because you didn’t need to.

You gave her a small smile, something simple and familiar, the same one you had always given her. Not forced, not hiding anything, just enough to acknowledge everything you had been without asking for anything more.

Because before anything else, you had been her best friend.

And maybe that had always been where you were meant to stay.

You stayed still a moment longer, the bouquet heavy in your hand, the letter folded that had the words you had spent years shaping, the confessions rehearsed for every April first, now felt unnecessary, pointless even.

She had someone else. The thought had lodged itself quietly in your mind before, but now it made itself fully known.

You swallowed, the weight of unsent words pressing against your chest. You wanted to move closer, to let her see everything you had kept buried behind jokes and routines, but it felt selfish. Graduation was supposed to be a celebration, not a moment where you ruined everything you had cherished for fear of what might have been.

So you smiled, just a little, quietly, with all the warmth you could muster, and tucked the bouquet behind your back. You let your eyes linger on her just a beat longer, memorizing the light in her hair, the shape of her smile, the way her laugh sounded without you in it.

Then you turned. You walked away, letting the noise and movement of the crowd swallow the ache. Your hand kept the flowers hidden, your heart kept the confession safe. You would not ruin this moment.

You would let her be happy, even if it wasn’t with you.

As you reached the edge of the crowd, you allowed yourself a single glance back. She was laughing now, leaning close to him, her happiness unguarded. And though it tore at you quietly, you understood something essential, love doesn’t always mean being close to someone, sometimes it happened from afar with eyes that remembered someone’s whole entirety.

You exhaled. And in that breath, you let go. Not of her memory, not of the words you had always wanted to say, but of the idea that your happiness depended on her choice.

A scoff left your mouth.

What made you think you were special anyways?

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Just as you imagined, in the middle of the kitchen, moving calmly and absentmindedly, was your roommate. It didn’t surprise you at all; this wasn’t the first time you’d woken up in the middle of the night to find her baking something. Sooin had a tendency to stay up very late; it was something you’d already gotten used to.

Yawning, you sat down at the counter, resting your elbows on a spot free of flour and kitchen utensils. Holding your head in your hands, you watched Sooin in silence. She was clearly wearing earbuds because she didn’t hear you approach or pull out the chair to sit down.

When she finally turned around, she let out a scream and jumped slightly, startled by your presence. The dumb look of surprise on her face made you burst out laughing.

“Was I making too much noise?” Sooin asked after setting the wooden spoon in the sink and taking out her earbuds.

“No,” you replied, yawning. “Actually, it was the smell that woke me up. What flavor are they?”

“Those.” Sooin pointed to a tray covered with some kitchen towels. “They’re oatmeal with chocolate chips. The ones I just put in the oven are oatmeal and peanut butter.” Her lips curved into a smile; that recipe was new. “No,” she exclaimed, slapping your hand.

You had grabbed one of the freshly baked cookies, one from the tray, but Sooin saw you and slapped your hand to make you drop it, as if you were a little kid getting into mischief. The cookie fell to the floor and rolled away into the darkness.

“They’re fresh out of the oven. Not only could you burn yourself, but you could also get sick if you eat them this hot.” Sooin was right about both things; if it had been because she slapped your hand, your fingers would be burning right now, or at least your skin would have turned red.

Without saying another word, Sooin took a few steps back and bent down with her back to you to pick up the dropped cookie. If the slight start you got from the thud hadn’t woken you up completely, then what you saw certainly did the trick.

As had also become a habit, at least during the summer, Sooin dressed lightly to cook at night. It was almost as if she’d been lying in bed and, unable to sleep, had gotten up and put on the first thing she found. That night she was wearing less clothing than ever. A simple shirt that was too big for her and reached down to her thighs, and some fuzzy slippers that looked pretty comfortable and warm.

When she bent over, you could also see that under the shirt she wasn’t wearing shorts but just a pair of simple black panties, which had ridden up into her butt from the movement she made to grab the cookie. With total brazenness, or rather without a care that you were staring at her butt, she slipped her fingers under her panties and adjusted them as she straightened up.

She knew you were enjoying the view, but she didn’t really care. She never did, at least not when you were watching. It wasn’t like Sooin went around wearing the most revealing clothes or showing a lot of skin. I mean, you could count on one hand the times you’d seen her wearing something with a neckline, plus she usually wore baggy pants and stuff like that. It was in the comfort of the apartment you shared that her outfits became lighter.

She knew you looked at her legs whenever you could, it was impossible not to when she had those shapely, plump thighs, but she didn’t seem to mind. She felt comfortable enough with you to let you feast your eyes on her from time to time, as long as you didn’t overstep your bounds.

That was Sooin. Carefree, cheerful, mysterious, a little clumsy at times, a great cook, a good student.

You met her one rainy winter afternoon. When you arrived at that apartment, she was already living there, so you had to adjust to her. Which, in reality, wasn’t that difficult for either of you. Sooin didn’t do much besides cook late at night and occasionally go out with her friends. You, on the other hand, were much the same. You spent most of the day on campus, and when you were home, you stayed in your room except when you had to clean and do things like that.

“Couldn’t sleep again?” Although it was usual for Sooin to cook late at night, today it was perhaps too late even for her.

She responded with a nod and a strange smile. That was all you needed to know to confirm that she’d had another nightmare.

“You know you can come sleep with me when you have nightmares.”

Sooin let out a little giggle. “If this is your way of flirting with me, let me tell you, it’s terrible.” Despite the teasing, she knew you weren’t doing it for that reason. That it was a sincere offer.

You could see in Sooin’s eyes that something was wrong, that something was tormenting her, but you were sure she wasn’t going to tell you anything. You were her roommate, not her confidant. Hell, you weren’t even her best friend. Sure, you were friends, let’s be clear about that, but Sooin was never going to tell you something as personal as why she was having nightmares. You even had the feeling that her closest friends didn't know the reason either, and that maybe you were the only one who knew she had trouble sleeping.

It wasn’t that she didn’t trust you; rather, she didn’t want to burden you with her problems. It was as if she felt that telling you how she felt or what tormented her at night would only add an unnecessary weight to your shoulders. You weren’t going to argue with her about it; you’d already seen that Sooin could be pretty stubborn. She’d rather sleep poorly than turn to you for help.

Sooin made a move to throw the dropped cookie in the trash, but you stopped her by grabbing her wrist. “Leave it.”

“But it’s dirty.” Sooin looked at you with that face she sometimes made, the one that made her look really stupid despite not being it. With her eyes wide open and her lips slightly parted.

Curving your lips into a smile, you replied, “I know, but I can clean it. I’m going to end up getting fat, but I don’t want to waste anything you cook.”

“Aaaawww! That kind of flirting works better on me.” With a little giggle, she set the cookie down on the counter.

“I’m not flirting with you.” The feigned irritation in your voice made her laugh even more. Which calmed you down a bit, since if she wasn’t going to tell you what was wrong, at least you could distract her by making her laugh. “You’re not even my type.” You added almost without thinking.

“Oh, so you weren’t just staring at my butt. Not at all.” More giggles. You knew she knew you were looking at her, but this was the first time she’d made a direct reference to it. At least in such a direct way.

“Guilty as charged.” You pleaded, raising both hands. “But to be honest, your butt wasn’t the only thing I was looking at.”

She raised an eyebrow, somewhat intrigued. “Apparently my cookies aren’t the only thing you’re interested in.” You both burst out laughing in unison, which sounded strange in the quiet of the night.

“What else were you looking at?” There was genuine curiosity in her voice, as if she were flattered that you admitted you were looking at her.

“I’m not going to tell you. You’ll think I’m a pervert.”

“You were staring at my butt. What could be more perverted than that… Don’t tell me you touched yourself thinking about me!” For some reason, her eyes widened when she said that last part.

“Eeeww, nooo.” You waved your hand to dismiss the idea. “I was just looking at your legs. You have beautiful thighs.”

“Oohh. So I’m not hot enough for you to do it while thinking about me?” The question was accompanied by a giggle, but you were sure she was actually being very serious.

“Yeees, you’re hot. Not only do you have beautiful thighs, but you also have a perfect ass. It’s just that… I don’t know.” You really didn’t know how to respond. “Anyway, why are we talking about who I think about when I masturbate?”

“We’re not talking about that; what we’re discussing is whether or not you think about me when you masturbate.” At least Sooin was right about that. A mere technicality, but she was correct. “At least you admitted that I’m attractive.”

“Come on.” You snorted. “As if you didn’t know. It’s impossible to wake up every morning with that pretty face and not know how attractive you are.”

This time Sooin covered her mouth with her hand to laugh. “It’s different knowing it than having it said to you.” She spoke from behind her hand.

You blushed when you realized you’d just told your roommate not only that she was beautiful, but also that she was hot. But what Sooin did next made your cheeks burn and left you equally flustered.

She walked around the table and, with total brazenness, sat down on your lap. That was something that had never happened before. The closest you’d ever been to each other was when you hugged, but that was a one-time thing that happened only once. It was very different from having Sooin sitting on your lap, her shirt slightly hiked up, exposing her beautiful thighs. Those very thighs you’d been talking about just moments ago.

“What…” For some reason, you pulled your hands away so as not to touch her, but the weight of her on your legs was very real. “May I ask what you’re doing?”

Sooin answered your question with one of her own. “Have you really never masturbated while thinking about me? Not even once?”

“No.” You hurried to reply. “I tried it once, but I don’t know. It didn’t feel right—” You cut yourself off mid-sentence because Sooin kissed you on the cheek. It was a simple, innocent kiss, but for some reason it made your heart race. “And that?”

“A thank you. My old roommate used to rummage through my dirty laundry, so I guess you’re a significant improvement. Even if you did get hard from having me sit on your lap.”

Your cheeks seemed to turn bright red when you realized that you did indeed have a boner, and that your erection was pressing against her thigh.

“Why don’t you ever say anything if you know I’m looking at your ass?” The question just popped into your mind, and you weren’t able to hold it back.

“I don’t know. I don’t really care much if it’s you.” Sooin replied, shrugging her shoulders. “You’re a good person and you’ve never tried to take advantage of me, not even that time I got drunk and Gawon practically had to drag me to my bed.”

“Hey!” you exclaimed, still not knowing where to put your hands. “If we’re going to fuck, let it be because we both want to.”

She kissed your cheek again before resting her head on your shoulder, while she wiggled her feet happily. For a few minutes, Sooin didn’t say anything, and neither did you; all you could hear was the oven timer counting down the minutes until the new batch of cookies was ready.

Since the topic had come up—or rather, since she’d brought it up—and not knowing if you’d ever get to talk about this with her again, a question popped into your head. A genuine question, with no hint of flirtation or anything else.

“What do you think about when you masturbate?” you blurted out without thinking. There was no way to sugarcoat that question, but since she’d asked you something similar, you figured it wouldn’t be a problem.

“Mmmhh. A little of this, a little of that,” Sooin replied after thinking about it for a moment. “I usually just use my imagination, but sometimes I use porn. Want to see?”

“What?” Yes, you’d heard her correctly, but you had to ask anyway.

“Come on.” Sooin ignored your question, sliding off your lap to stand up. She took your hand and pulled you along with her to the couch, where she motioned for you to sit down while she grabbed the remote.

“Sooin, what’s going on?” you asked, perhaps too quietly, because it was clear that something wasn’t quite right. You couldn’t quite figure out what, but something wasn’t right here. That she didn’t mind you looking at her butt was one thing, but this was getting weird.

“Nothing. Just things a girl has to do to sleep well.” Sooin said in a whisper that was more for herself than in response to your question.

The light from the TV illuminated her face, casting strange shadows over her features, as Sooin pressed buttons on the remote in search of something. She didn’t say anything else until she hit play on a movie and flopped down next to you on the couch.

“I guess this movie will have to do. I’ve wanted to watch it for a while.”

“What’s it about—oohhh, it’s that movie.” Sooin had put on a porn movie you knew, or at least had heard of. A former singer had been forced to make her debut as a porn actress because of her debts. It wasn’t that you were particularly interested in that sort of thing, but the story caused quite a stir when it happened.

On the screen, a young woman in her early twenties was wearing sexy lingerie as she danced seductively. After the intro, the girl got down to business. In this new scene, she was on her knees, sucking two men’s dicks at the same time.

Meanwhile, on the couch, Sooin had pulled both feet up to hug her knees as she stared intently at the screen, not missing a single detail of the girl. You weren’t missing any details of her reactions either, casting furtive glances at Sooin, watching how she looked at the screen with a focused expression.

You had to admit the movie was at least decent. You could tell the actress wasn’t very skilled at giving blowjobs, but your cock was hard anyway. Well, the truth was, you’d been hard ever since Sooin sat on your lap, but now it was throbbing in a way that was getting more and more insistent.

You were snapped out of your reverie by the fact that, surprisingly, and against all expectations, Sooin dropped one leg between yours. When you turned to see what the hell she was doing, you saw her with her other leg still on the couch, but now her shirt was pulled up so she had free access to her crotch. There, her fingers moved slowly and gently, tracing circular motions over her panties.

Without looking at you, but aware that you were looking at her, Sooin gave a nod of affirmation. She slowly moved her head up and down. It wasn’t as if she needed to give you permission, but knowing she was on board somehow relieved you a little.

Seeing her actions, your cock demanded some kind of touch. With nothing to lose and unable to hold back any longer, you rubbed your bulge. Immediately, a feeling of well-being washed over you, but so did the need for more. Those gentle touches weren’t enough to calm you down.

You wanted to pull out your dick and jerk off properly, or at least slip your hand into your pajamas to touch yourself harder, but you weren’t sure about taking that step. Up until now, Sooin had been the one setting the pace. You didn’t want to ruin the moment by pulling out your dick and scaring her off.

Moans and other obscene noises came from the TV, which only increased your desire to masturbate. When you felt Sooin’s breathing become somewhat ragged, you realized she had slipped a hand under her shirt and was grabbing a breast, probably stimulating her nipple. She looked at you, biting her lower lip, and then you understood that this was serious.

“Why are you so shy? Don’t you like what you see?” Sooin’s fingers continued to trace circles over her crotch, but now applying more pressure and moving a little faster.

You swallowed hard. Of course you liked what you were seeing—so much so that you weren’t sure whether to keep watching the movie or just watch Sooin. You decided to grab your bulge and start jerking off over your pajamas, casting not-so-discreet glances at your roommate. Who was now moving her hand at a steady rhythm.

For the second time that night, Sooin rested her head on your shoulder. The movement caught you off guard; of course, you didn’t expect her to rest her head on you while she was masturbating. But in reality, you also didn’t expect her to have her leg over yours, much less that she was going to masturbate in your presence.

“She should go into this.” The comment almost made you laugh. You admired how, despite the unusualness of the situation, Sooin could keep talking as if nothing were wrong, but you agreed with her anyway. From what little you knew, the girl in the movie seemed better suited to acting than singing.

Fixing your gaze on the TV, you rested your head on hers; she rubbed her face against your shoulder without stopping her masturbation. You rubbed your cock harder, feeling your fluids start to seep out and stain your pajamas. You didn’t care at all because it actually helped you feel more. From the start, rubbing against your clothes hadn’t been as effective as you’d hoped.

Out of the corner of your eye, you caught Sooin pulling her underwear to one side, revealing her cunt and starting to play directly with her folds. You wanted to look directly at what she was doing, you didn’t care about the movie anymore. Sooin was taking all your attention.

A small moan reached your ear, almost like a whisper just for you, even though it was just the two of you there. After that, you couldn’t take it anymore; you simply grabbed your pajama bottoms at the waist and pulled them down to free your cock from its torturous confinement. Immediately, you wrapped your fingers around your throbbing shaft and began to stroke, taking care not to move too abruptly so as not to disturb Sooin, who was still resting on your shoulder.

More moans came directly into your ear. You looked at your roommate’s crotch and realized she had gone from rubbing her vulva to straight-up sticking two fingers inside. She was still watching the movie, but you weren’t interested in that anymore; the wet sounds of her pussy were all you could think about.

Then she began moving her head slowly while you mimicked her. She slid her fingers in and out of her pussy while you stroked your cock. Without either of you stopping, you turned your heads until your gazes met. Sooin’s deep, beautiful eyes locked onto yours as she pressed her forehead against yours.

Sooin opened her mouth to moan softly, but you couldn’t stop looking into her eyes as she masturbated, as you masturbated. As if hypnotized by the moment, you moved, rubbing noses, opening your mouths to gasp from the effort and pleasure of masturbating side by side. Slowly, moving gently, Sooin stuck out her tongue and extended it toward you in an inviting gesture. You did the same, and your tongues met amid gasps from both of you.

The next thing you knew, your lips were pressed against Sooin’s. Her tongue traced the contours of your mouth as your lips danced together. You let yourself go and slipped your tongue into her mouth; she didn’t protest the intrusion. Quite the opposite, she sucked on your tongue. Which made your cock throb with a life of its own.

You both panted into each other’s mouths as you pleasured each other with your hands. You had set the movie aside to focus on each other. You no longer knew what the girl on TV was doing; the only things that mattered were Sooin’s lips, the sounds she made, and how she sucked on your tongue from time to time.

With another bold move on her part, Sooin stopped masturbating. Her fingers, drenched in her own fluids, rested on your hand. Her lips distracted you from the fact that she moved your hand aside and wrapped her fingers around your member. All you could do was moan directly into her mouth as she began to masturbate you.

Her fingers, lubricated with her own fluids, felt soft against your throbbing member. Sooin masturbated you with a slow but steady rhythm, occasionally using her thumb to cares your head.

With her other hand, she took yours and guided it to her thigh, the one resting on your leg. She didn’t need to say anything to make her intentions clear. Since she was giving you pleasure, it was your duty to give it to her. It was simply an equal exchange, but it still made your back tense up. When you’d woken up in the middle of that night, you never imagined you’d end up like this with Sooin.

The flesh of her thigh molded beneath your fingers as you squeezed it, feeling the softness of her skin and the tenderness of her flesh. Little by little, you moved closer to where her legs met, to where her panties had been pulled aside to give you free access to her cunt.

The first contact of your fingers with Sooin’s juices sent you into ecstasy almost immediately. You hadn’t even touched her pussy yet, not directly, but the contours of her vulva were soaked with Sooin’s sweet nectar.

Your fingers slid deliciously along the contours of Sooin’s lips. Her pussy lips, not the ones you were kissing. She moaned louder as she sucked your tongue and you touched her. You groaned when she squeezed your cock, pumping all the way to the base and stopping there. Your fingers found her opening and stopped there too. You hesitated for a second before sliding a finger into Sooin’s vagina.

The inside of her vagina welcomed you without protest. Sooin was so wet that your finger slid easily inside her, meeting no resistance at all. With a single movement, you sank up to your knuckle inside her.

Sooin broke the kiss by pulling away from you, separating your mouths by a few centimeters so she could catch her breath. A string of saliva connected her upper lip to your lower one, making the scene a little more erotic than it already was. Two roommates masturbating each other in the living room, kissing like crazy while watching porn. A scene worthy of the very thing you were watching at that very moment: porn.

The thread of saliva connecting you broke when Sooin couldn’t help but moan the moment you slipped a second finger into her pussy. Now her walls felt closer to you, as if they were closing in with the intention of squeezing your fingers. Just like a carnivorous plant would.

But Sooin wasn’t a plant; she was flesh and blood, and even though you couldn’t believe what you were doing, it was very real. You had two fingers buried in Sooin’s wet pussy while she jerked you off, something you never expected or imagined would ever happen.

She squeezed your cock, squeezed it hard actually, as your fingers began that delicious motion, sliding in and out of her cavity. Sooin moaned with her mouth open, clinging as best she could to your throbbing cock. The position was a bit awkward, and it quickly made the muscles in your arm protest because that wasn’t the best angle for fingering someone, but the fluids soaking your fingers acted like a balm that kept you going.

Sooin lunged to kiss you, making your mouths collide once more, pressing her lips against yours and using her tongue to open your mouth. There was a sense of urgency in the movements of her lips; you could taste the hunger she was feeling. Or maybe it was something else, something like desperation to get more of you.

Suddenly and for no apparent reason, Sooin let go of your cock. You immediately missed her soft fingers wrapped around your shaft, but she didn’t give you time to think. While your lips continued to dance together, she took your hand and guided your fingers out of her. Bewildered, you broke the kiss to ask if something was wrong, but she spoke before you could.

“Take off your pants.” It wasn’t a request, nor was it an order, much less a suggestion. It was simply her desire speaking between gasps.

You jumped off the couch as if you had a spring in your ass and pulled off your pajama bottoms as fast as you could, while Sooin did the same with her panties. Now you were both naked from the waist down.

She lay back on the couch, resting her head on the armrest, legs spread wide, and looking at you hungrily. Your cock throbbed with anticipation before you climbed onto the couch, kneeling between Sooin’s legs. Her beautiful, parted thighs welcomed you and gave you a clear view of her pussy.

Sooin’s vulva was soaking wet. Her lips glistened, bathed in her own juices, parted just enough to let you see her opening. Your heart nearly stopped when you saw her like that. Seeing her pussy wet for you, slightly swollen, and waiting for your cock.

You felt the urge to dive between her legs to devour her pussy, to suck on Sooin’s beautiful clitoris. You wanted to feel her pubic hair on your forehead as you explored the depths of her pussy with your tongue. You wanted to savor your roommate’s intimate parts, to drink her nectar straight from the source. All of that would have been wonderful, but she was waiting for you with her legs spread to receive your cock, not your mouth, so you gripped your member and approached her entrance.

You rubbed your tip against her swollen lips, which earned you a sigh from Sooin. The wetness of her pussy soaked your cock and got it ready to penetrate her. With a gentle movement, you slid just the head between her lips, parting them as you went. She moaned at that slight contact; you shuddered because even though you’d only entered her a little, you could already feel Sooin’s heat enveloping your cock.

She didn’t want to wait any longer; she simply grabbed your pajamas and pulled you toward her. You did your best not to thrust all the way into her pussy, but you couldn’t help but fall on top of her and be caught by her lips. Sooin kissed you passionately, and you responded with equal fervor. As your hips drew closer to hers and more and more of your cock slid into the depths of her pussy, the hunger in Sooin’s kiss grew.

Your lips parted when she moaned louder than before. Your cock had entered her completely and was enveloped by the velvety walls of your roommate’s pussy. She was so wet that it felt like your cock was swimming in her juices. The scent of her cunt would probably linger on you, but that didn’t matter when you could be like this with her.

Even though you were constantly staring at her ass and legs, and she was fine with it, you never considered anything more with Sooin. She’s attractive and hot, but something told you that despite everything she let you see, she wasn’t interested in you. Besides, Sooin never tried to get close to you in any way other than as your friend. So if the idea of seriously flirting with her ever crossed your mind, you quickly forgot about it. Every now and then you’d say silly things to each other as a form of flirting, but it was always clear that it was just a joke, nothing more. Even with your cock deep inside her pussy and your lips dancing together in a hungry kiss, you were still aware that you were just friends.

Sooin grabbed your ass as her legs wrapped around you from behind, trapping you between her plump thighs and her vaginal walls. The wet sounds of your cock sliding in and out of her broke the silence that hung over the room. It was the middle of the night, and all you could hear were the sounds of sex.lips grinding against lips and hips slamming against hips. A symphony of harmonious moans served as an accompaniment to disrupt the tranquility of the night, and the timer on the oven where the cookies were still baking set a rhythm impossible for your thrusts to keep up with.

She moaned into your mouth, and you groaned into hers. Her restless hands left your ass and slipped under your pajamas to caress the skin on your back. This made you want to explore her body too, but it was impossible for you since you were supporting your weight with your hands so as not to rest your body on hers. It was a shame because the only parts of Sooin you’d actually managed to explore were her thigh and her pussy. Now you felt the need to caress her ass to see how firm it was and to cup her tits to feel their softness, but since she had you trapped between her legs, all you could do was keep thrusting into her. Keep fucking her while you felt her walls closing around you.

When she was jerking you off, you’d already had trouble holding back your orgasm. Her soft fingers on your sensitive cock had worked wonders, and now that you were submerged in the depths of her pussy, it was even harder to resist the urge to cum. You just wanted to let yourself go and flood Sooin’s insides with your cum, but that might be a problem.

Maybe you should have thought it through a little better before sticking your cock in her pussy. Maybe you should have run to your room to grab a condom instead of jumping on Sooin and penetrating her, but as delicious as this felt, it was worth the risk. Maybe cumming inside Sooin would serve to strengthen their friendship, just as everything they’d done tonight would.

She nibbled on your lips, licking them from time to time, which was still a surprise to you because you never imagined she was this daring and mischievous in bed. Just one more surprise among the many she was giving you tonight. But that was Sooin, all mysterious and full of surprises.

Sooin’s hand found your hair, and her fingers tangled in your locks as you pulled away from her mouth to attack her neck, causing her tongue to now explore your ear. The unexpected intrusion made you growl and nibble at Sooin’s neck; she moaned right into your ear. The sweet sounds coming from her mouth reached you directly, making your cock throb inside her.

You couldn’t hold back any longer, nor did you want to. You simply let yourself go, and with Sooin’s tongue trying to slip into your ear, your cock exploded inside her. Semen gushed from your tip, flooding your roommate’s insides, spreading its warmth throughout the depths of her cavity. She held your head tightly as her walls contracted around you. Your cock was still spitting out semen when you felt Sooin’s belly contract and her pussy milk every last drop you had. Her moans mingled with her uncontrolled gasps.

Breathing heavily and your face covered in sweat, you pressed your forehead against hers. Her deep eyes shone with a glow unknown to you, and the red of her cheeks simply highlighted the beauty of her features. You couldn’t help but kiss her, this time more gently. No biting or tongue-sucking. Hunger had been replaced by affection and gratitude, as if that were the most natural way to thank a friend for something they weren’t even sure they should be grateful for.

Lost in each other’s lips, and staring intently at one another, they heard the oven timer ringing in the distance, announcing that the cookies were ready. The sound seemed to come from another world, from a place far removed from where you were. The distance between the oven and the couch, which was no more than a few steps, seemed to have stretched out, leaving you isolated from the rest of the world. The only thing keeping you focused was your lips moving gently, and your cock still deep inside her.

You allowed yourself to kiss her neck one more time before sitting up, before pulling away from Sooin. Without taking your eyes off hers, you withdrew from inside her; a slight gasp from her marked the moment your head left her swollen lips. Looking down, you could see a single drop of your semen dripping from her opening and running between her lips. You used your thumb to wipe away that drop, causing Sooin to shudder at the touch of your finger against her delicate folds.

“Use my panties.” The least you could do was wipe the remnants of your cum and her juices from her pussy, so you took her panties and used them to clean her crotch. Being careful not to touch her too much, just to clean her, you wiped away all the fluids staining her beautiful pussy. Stupidly, you felt a sense of shame doing it, facing your friend’s freshly fucked cunt, fucked by none other than yourself.

You slowly pulled away from her, clutching her panties between your fingers. Sooin pressed her thighs together, hiding her pussy from your view, making you wonder if this would ever happen again. If one day you might get to explore more of your friend’s anatomy.

“Want some water?” you asked out of courtesy. Now that the heat and excitement of the moment were subsiding, you weren’t quite sure how to behave. That made you feel stupid; Sooin was your friend, and that’s how you should treat her.

“Yes, please.” She emphasized her answer by nodding her head. “Can you throw my panties in the washing machine?”

“Nope. I’m keeping them as a souvenir.” Of course, it was a joke, and she knew it.

“Pervert.” You both chuckled quietly as you grabbed the remote to turn off the TV. The movie had been playing the whole time and was now showing the actress on her knees with her face covered in semen. You immediately went to the washing machine to put the dirty panties in as well as your pajama bottom, and then to the kitchen to pour the glass of water you’d offered her. It was only a moment, but when you approached Sooin to hand her the glass, you got a surprise.

She was still lying on the couch, naked from the waist down, with her head resting on the armrest. Her eyes were closed while her chest rose and fell gently with her breath. One hand rested on the floor and the other was crossed over her stomach. Sooin had clearly fallen asleep the moment you turned your back on her, finally tired enough to overcome whatever had woken her up in the first place.

You watched her for a few seconds before drinking the water, which you also needed because, damn, this girl had left you exhausted. Then you went to your closet and came back with a blanket to cover Sooin. You lifted her hand to let it rest on the other and covered her as best you could, trying to make as little noise as possible so as not to wake her.

You took the cookie that had fallen and, with it between your lips, hesitated for a moment. You decided to leave the kitchen light on in case Sooin woke up again so she wouldn’t find herself in the dark, even though dawn was actually only a few hours away.

You looked at her one more time to make sure everything was okay and went back to your room. You closed the door carefully so as not to make a sound while you finally took a bite of the cookie. It was truly delicious; Sooin had really outdone herself with this recipe.

Finally, you returned to your bed with a strange sense of calm. Sooin hadn’t told you what was tormenting her, but at least you’d helped her fall back asleep. That made you feel a little better. You left the rest of the cookie on your nightstand before turning off the light and losing yourself in your thoughts until you fell asleep as peacefully as Sooin.

A/N: I wasn't sure if I could manage to pull this but I did it. Hope I make justice to the talented Swimkim.

You know the most stupid think about this? That in my time zone and in KST is both April 12, so at the end that didn't matter at all.