Chaewon: Would you still love me (I am the worm)

You love your girlfriend.

This isn’t up for debate. Who wouldn’t fall for Kim Chaewon? She’s smart, snarky, funny, cute, and has a killer body all wrapped up in a small package. Everybody wants her or wants to be her.

In other words, Kim Chaewon is easy to love.

You, however, not so much. If you had to ask your friends, they would describe you as introverted, keeps to himself, has this weird hobby of hoarding eccentric knick-knacks and doodads. Not quite a prize catch, but for some reason you caught the eye of the one and only Chaewon. She latched onto you since high school and now you two are inseparable.

Literally. It’s five in the morning and your face is jammed into her front, nose buried between her small handfuls, head moving in time with the slow rise and fall of her chest. You’re not complaining about this situation. Though to be completely honest, you have no say in it either. Not when Chaewon has her arms wrapped around your head like an adorable koala, smooshing your face right into her cleavage. 

And maybe there’s some of your drool running down her right boob, but what’s a bit of spit between partners? You’ve definitely swapped worse biological substances with Chaewon. Confident in your girlfriend’s immune system and wary of pulling away from her grasp lest you invoke her wrath, you drift back into sleep.

Or you try to, anyway. Because Chaewon starts yelling. It begins as a choked gasp, then a shriek that rises up five octaves, until it’s loud and shrill enough to wake the whole neighbourhood. You shouldn’t exaggerate, but she does have a strong set of lungs. And even stronger legs, since she kicks you off the bed right after. You gasp in pain as the sharp end of the nightstand digs into your back, the contents of the drawer rattling angrily from the impact.

“What the hell, Chae?!”

The girl in question hides herself underneath the duvet. You can tell that she’s doing something underneath the covers, but her silhouette and frantic movement give little away. 

You rest your head on the edge of the bed as you touch a bruised rib gingerly, though not completely in anger. It’s not the first time Chaewon has hurt you accidentally. She’s quite the klutz, falling over nothing and bumping her head into you more often than you’d care to admit. She’s also quite, shall we say, vigorous in showing her appreciation in bed. You have the scars on your back to show for it.

The rustling beneath the sheets finally dies down and Chaewon pokes her head out of the duvet like a mushroom, the imagery accentuated by her cute brown bob. She’s making the biggest pout you’ve ever seen (so far), eyes shiny, lips quivering. 

Oh, this isn’t good. You’re reminded of the time your girlfriend confided in you about the folder full of crying selfies in her phone. And how hard you got when she scrolled through them, showing you photo after photo of her in tears. This is so not good.

Trying to will away the really inappropriate horniness given the situation (and giving up right there and then because let’s face it, Chaewon is a stunner, and crying Chaewon has you squealing inside), you clear your throat and call out her name.

She doesn’t reply. In fact, she just stares at you, bottom lip trembling, eyes leaking like a faucet. Which is really not helping your boner situation. 

So you call out to her again in a strangled voice. “Are you going to tell me what the hell is going on?”

Okay, so maybe your fuse is running short given the whole situation. It’s five in the morning. You just got kicked out of your own bed (shared with Chaewon, but that counts for little when you hauled the damn mattress from IKEA all on your own). And, not to flog a dead horse, but her cute sad face is making you painfully aroused, as your tight boxers can attest to. 

And maybe you want to push back a little. You’ve always been the quiet one in the relationship, always giving in to Chaewon. Not that you’d do things differently looking back at it all. She’s just way too cute and charming and before you know it, you’re doing all the dishes, the laundry, and oh could you swing by the convenience store for some late night ramen and chips?

But it’s mostly because you want to, in your heart of hearts, see that adorably sad face become even sadder. And if someone were to judge you, you’d tell them to take a look at a crying selfie of Chaewon and they’d understand, no questions asked. 

Now Chaewon is full-on sobbing, and the twinge of guilt in your chest is warring with the pooling heat in your navel. The twinge becomes a thrust, and the angel on your right shoulder wins out as you softly coo at her. 

“Babe?” You climb onto the bed and reach out to your girlfriend, but she shakes her head and motions for you to stop. 

“Chae, baby girl, what’s wrong?” More frantic head shaking. You slowly, almost imperceptibly, shimmying your way forward until you’re close enough to cup her round cheeks and gently wipe the tears. 

Chaewon leans into your touch, nuzzling her face into your palm. The sobbing stops (though a small part of you wished it hadn’t) and she looks up. You stare expectantly into her brown eyes.

“Would you—” she hiccups as she shudders through the last of the crying, “W-would you still love me if I’m a worm?”

You let go of her face and squint at her. “Really? That’s what got you so worked up at five in the fucking morning?”

“Answer me,” she hisses, her pout turning into a snarl. You freeze because you know that tone, the one that meant stop fucking around. 

You rack your brain for a safe answer. “Yeah, sure, you’d still be my baby girl,” you mutter, patting her head gently, the pout returning. So far, so good?

“Okay, okay,” Chaewon whispers, working herself up to another question. “Then… what if,” she swallows for a bit before continuing, “what if I have a dick?”

“Chae, what? I’m pretty sure you don’t have one of those, unless you’re referring to mine.”

“No, ugh! Just, just look.” And your girlfriend finally removes the duvet to reveal herself fully. 

“What.”

“Yeah…”

Nothing could have prepared you for the sight. Chaewon is wearing her pajama set — the mint green tee pushed up to reveal her chest (with that errant streak of drool on the right boob still there) with the matching tight shorts. Except there’s a rather prominent bulge at the front of those shorts. You blink a few times to make sure you weren’t seeing things. Chaewon grips the bedsheets as she squirms under your gaze. 

“I woke up a moment ago and felt it down there.”

“Oh.”

“What do I do?” You hear the panic in her voice, so you grasp her arm gently. 

“Chae, I honestly do not care if you have a cock or a pussy down there. I love you because you make me want to be a better version of myself every—” 

Chaewon places a finger on your lips, a small smile curling up her mouth. “I know, babe. But that’s not the problem.” She gestures down at her crotch. “What do I do with this?”

What does one do with a penis that mysteriously appears just like that? Not going to lie, the very thought of Chaewon suddenly sprouting a dick is giving you an idea. It’s a dumb idea, the rational part of your brain screams to you. But the horny lizard brain is taking over and it wants to have fun. 

So you clear your throat and forge ahead. “Promise you won’t get mad?”

Chaewon frowns. “Just say it.”

“So, uh… Usually, when I get hard in the morning, I jerk off.” Your girlfriend blinks once, twice, and nods for you to continue. “Maybe that’ll get rid of it?” 

She purses her lips and gazes to the side as if she’s seriously considering your suggestion. You start to wonder whether you landed in an alternate reality. Or maybe this is all just a dream and you’ll wake up, face nestled once again in Chaewon’s bosom—

“Okay. How do I do it?”

“Do what?”

“It.” Chaewon’s face turns bright red as she mimes a jerking motion, her fist curled and going up and down. You blush. Your first thought was to call her out for being weird about it all of a sudden. It seems odd to feel embarrassed about masturbating when the two of you have done it all together — well, almost all the things. Chaewon has a laundry list of kinks and you’ve spent most of your time in bed with her exploring them one by one. 

But this is different. This is Chaewon with a dick. And she’s asking for your help with that adorable pouty face.

“Well,” you reply, pulling down your boxers, “you’ve seen me do it before, right?” You grasp your cock, still hard from earlier which earns a raised eyebrow from Chaewon. It’ll be a conversation for later, you’re sure of it, but for now you ignore her judgemental stare and slowly stroke your aching length. “Just do it like this.”

“O-kay,” she drags out the word as she gets on her knees and pulls down the shorts. You gasp as the appendage in question finally makes an appearance.

It’s cute. Ridiculously so. It’s not tiny, but it’s definitely smaller than yours, and curved ever so slightly. A light pink shaft with a head that’s a slightly darker shade. 

Chaewon’s face turns a deeper shade of red, and you realise that you’ve spoken your thoughts out loud. You clear your throat, shame creeping up your neck, but you keep stroking your cock slowly. Chaewon makes a mental note of how you’re doing it and attempts to do the same.