Coming together

A selfie. All it took was a selfie.

It’s still so vivid in memory: it happened on your last day of work together. You had both handed in your one month notice on the same day, ended that month on the same day, packed your things on the same day. The one month of banter bonding over individual ordeals brought you closer together than you ever had in the year and a half that you sat behind each other’s cubicles.

Of course you were going to end your workplace friendship with a selfie.

“Hey, Chaewon,” you called out to her, waiting at the elevator. She was alone, but you’d overheard earlier she’d go out for drinks with her former team. You were about to go out with your college mates too.

She smiled from ear to ear, eyes disappearing behind her bubbly cheeks. She was glowing – and though you’d love to delude yourself it was upon the sight of you, who were you kidding? She was free, as were you.

As you walked up to her, she paced quickly towards you, completely ignoring the elevator doors opening behind her. You met in the middle with a tight, warm hug.

“We made it!,” she squealed. “Fucking finally.” She let go of you, but stayed with your arm over her shoulder.

“Got that right,” you sighed. “Geez, didn’t think a month would take so long.”

“You going out tonight?,” she asked. “I’m going out with the girls.”

“I heard,” you admitted. “Got my own plans too.”

“Yay,” she cheered you on, smiling still just as enthusiastically as ever. You could feel your chest ache just looking at that smile, the way her cheeks just blew up as she did. God, she was adorable. Beautiful, even. What a shame it was to not have her beauty around you any more.

Here’s the thing: you hated selfies. Not only was it so dependent on self-confidence you didn’t have, you hated your face more than you hated selfies.

But for Chaewon? To have a snapshot of her face, just for you? To be able to indulge in your very obvious shallow infatuation with her? You could not have pulled that phone out faster.

You both entered the elevator. It was one of those very basic, stainless steel boxes with a single ring light. Nothing fancy, save for the full top-to-bottom mirror opposite the doors.

“Hey, Chaewon,” you gestured to your phone, pointing it at the mirror. You made a peace sign; she caught on, tiptoeing and putting half a heart on her cheek. You could feel your guts melting, present tense.

Then you swapped cameras. You winced as your face came into view on your screen, and she giggled.

“What was that?!,” she laughed. “You look great. Let’s go!”

With as much hesitation held back as possible, you did a few poses and angles that you felt might have satisfied all 20-ish years of your mother’s wishes for more pictures of yourself. When the doors opened, you stepped out and quite literally parted ways with Chaewon, walking in the other direction. You waved at her, she waved at you, and you were ready to go on with your agenda for the night.

“Wait!,” she cried out, running back to you.

“Yeah?”

“Can you send me the photos?,” she panted. “Do you have AirDrop?”

“Oh no, I’m not an iPhone user,” you apologized. “But maybe I could send it to you through Instagram? Or WeChat? Kakao?”

Chaewon giggled. “Yeah, screw it, we really should exchange contacts anyway.”

Something about that sentence made you giddy. You exchanged contacts, sent the pictures, had one last hug, and then actually went on your own ways.

That was your vivid memory: the clasp of her tiny arms around you leaving immaterial burns, tender on your torso; and the same burn on your arms, where it met her narrow waist and enveloped her back and front.

And you had your pictures, which you found yourself just smiling stupidly at in the backseat of the taxi you hopped into.

Was it weird that you just liked staring at them? Probably, even more so than having taken those pictures expressly to just look at them – to look at her. But you were now mutuals now; you could talk now. And that thought made you giddy.

When you got home, head woozy from alcohol, you simply threw your clothes save your underwear on the floor and crashed into the bed. You’ll sleep in and shower tomorrow – when fun employment begins.

But you weren’t sleepy. Hell, the entire time you were out, and throughout the rollercoaster of emotions the alcohol took you on, your fingers hovered between the apps: Instagram, Kakaotalk, WeChat. Instagram, Kakaotalk, WeChat. Chaewon, Chaewon, Chaewon.

Damn it all.

You knew it was infatuation. You weren’t so dumb as to mistake a crush for a chance at the real thing, but you’d be lying if you said that, at this moment, staring at your selfie together didn’t make you feel anything – because it did. It made your chest ache, it made you squirm and tighten your legs together, and you felt yourself imploding. Chaewon was just… cute. Pretty. Perfect.

So drunk on your infatuation that you mindlessly sent a message.

u home safe yet?

When you shook yourself awake, you cringed hard. What the hell were you thinking? You rushed to delete the message before you saw Chaewon typing a reply. Too late now.

yeah, been home for a while

And then, the selfie.

She sent the picture of herself lying down, head peeking out from her sheets with puckered lips. So simple, so silly, so nonchalantly, chestburstingly beautiful.

hbu?

You didn’t think. You just snapped a picture: your face from the nosebridge up, just your eyes, wide, perhaps slightly reddened, but just you staring into the camera.

yep, tucked in

no fair, i sent you my whole face

hahaha

goodnight

sweet dreams

you too 💓

The whole conversation ended just like that, your phone still opened to her picture. Your chest ached even harder, you squeezed your arms and legs in tighter–

And with a single motion, everything fell apart.

You felt your core tighten. You felt soft, but the repeated rubbing and squirming of your legs against your own pillow made it undeniable that you were twitching. You tried hard to resist the urge to bring a hand lower – hence your curled arms – but you could feel your hand slide down anyway.

And yes, you were hard.

You felt guilty, a rending in your chest that wanted you to stop. But you were so… vulnerable. She was so pretty, her eyes, her cheeks, her smile in perfect harmony.

You felt yearning. You wanted her. You wanted to kiss those lips and hold those cheeks, and you imagined yourself seeing her face in front of you on the bed, doing precisely that with your arms roaming over her bare back, her uncovered bottom. You could hear her giggles contort in your head into something less demure, more explicit, characterized only by the motions and climax of you two–

You quivered. You trembled. You felt your release all over yourself. It went cold fast, and you rushed into the bathroom to wipe yourself clean. You scrubbed, but you still felt it. And you felt it when you laid down again, washed by a different cold all over you.

Above all else, you felt filthy.

Chaewon felt guilty, weirdly enough.

From the moment you exchanged contacts to the moment she laid on her bed after a great night of partying (headache and sore soles notwithstanding), all she could think about was your picture together. She stared at it, biting her lips at your face: your innocent, awkward smile, the warmth of your eyes, the overall size of you so easy to embrace and be embraced by – an embrace she could not shake off her being.

The whole time she was out, she prayed her regrets in repetition: she should have invited you over. She should have talked to you sooner. She should have asked you out. Even when she’d tucked in, she repeated the words to herself.

Then you messaged.

u home safe yet?

Her heart leapt with joy, the shock that you’d just messaged almost distracting her from giving a response.

yeah, been home for a while

She made a silly face and took a selfie, and sent it without thinking twice. Sure, she cringed at it in the end, looking like a baby or a burrito, but it felt so natural to her to just send it over.

But she had a thought.

hbu?

She wasn’t sure what she expected. She was sure she wanted to know about you, about your night, about your fun. But she was also hoping for something.

And you gave it in full. Well, half of it, but full enough at least for Chaewon. Which she complained about, only half-heartedly.

You ended your conversation when you bade each other restful sleep and joked about the not-selfie, but Chaewon stared into your selfie, into your eyes.

She felt seen in a different way, which sounded so stupid as a sentiment to have from a selfie of a pair of eyes. But the pair of eyes stared back at her – you. Just maybe, she thought, those eyes were warm, longing, yearning for her.

And she was smitten.

She held her pillow tight, legs wrapped around it tighter. She switched to your selfie together, seeing your smile; shit, it was a cute smile. You were cute. You looked so fun and approachable in a way that didn’t make sense to her, who had just left her job and some newfound friends.

But with the prospect of more time now, to meet you and talk to you, her heart raced. Her torso heated up, heading lower and lower.

She almost missed her grinding against her pillow, the fabric of her panties now drenched in slick. She wanted to feel the warmth and softness of your body in place of that pillow, her agape mouth filled with yours, with you and your wholeness, your–

She moaned. She didn’t even realize she whispered your name, or at least formed it on her lips without breathing sound into them. She just wanted to feel you steal that from her, to squeeze it out of her with your hands – your hands were huge compared to her, so good to hold and to–

She squealed. She squealed as her hands had drifted down and flicked about inside her panties. She wished, wanted, yearned that it wasn’t just her hands, but–

She quivered. She trembled. She felt her release all over her panties, now seeping into the sheets. It went cold fast, and she rushed into the bathroom to take them off of her for a new pair. Still, even if the newer, fresher fabric felt warmer, she felt cold and weak from the chest down. And she felt it when she laid down again, washed by a different cold all over and inside her.

Above all else, Chaewon felt guilty.

Though a week had passed, spending every night of that week opening and closing different messaging apps felt like one unbroken continuity. Every night dragged on in the battlefield of the mind between the camps of Send and Backspace, and neither was winning. But that too was Chaewon, who found herself tonight staring at the cursor blinking in the empty chatbox with your name on it.

You? All you could do was play all the emo music from decades past. You’d already fought that battle earlier in the week, and Backspace won. For now.

Tonight the scorched earth of that battlefield burned hardest, and you felt this unshaken need to share your frustrations with the world – or, at least, Instagram Close Friends only.

And yes, Chaewon was part of it, unannounced.

(Who were you kidding? This is a post-breakup song. You hadn’t even gone a date yet.)

Chaewon’s breath trembled when she saw the green ring over your profile picture. She practically bit into her lip trying to suppress the delusions – what it might have meant, what you could have felt.

So she went with the safest option – an option she had been too scared to take, until now. (And in doing so, fortunately, completely ignoring the song.)

bro it’s like 2am, why are you awake

Your chest ached.

hahaha

just bored

also i just posted that story

iT’s 2aM bRo

i hate you hahaha

i was bored too ok

and just

idk nvm

what

it’s silly

tell me

idk i was just abt to message u lol

oh haha

funny bec

i just posted lowk hoping you’d reply

hahaha

All of that came out unfiltered. All of that ended with no reply – for a while, actually. Long enough that you frantically scrolled through Reels – not even watching them, just keeping your fingers busy – waiting for a response. Long enough that Chaewon did the same on TikTok.

Well, shit, what now? There was one thing.

wanna go out?

Chaewon choked on her own spit.

huh

rn??

no dumbass haha

i mean we haven’t actually hung out

oh haha

yeah i’m down!! when are you free

bro hahaha

what???

u keep laughing at me

we’re jobless remember

dang

right

You laughed so hard your head spun, your static grin made your cheeks sore. Damn it, even her regular self was cute.

Chaewon just kicked her legs, partly nonchalantly, but mostly excited. A date! Or at least, it would be in her own head. Delusion, granted, but a girl can dream.

You finally agreed on a date to meet.

ok!! see u on wed night

this is exciting

haha

i know!! haha

see ya!

If only you knew, you thought.

If only you knew, Chaewon dittoed.

“Boo!”

You turned around only to have Chaewon launch herself at you with all her might (which, because of her height, was easy to underestimate).

“Sheesh, Chae, let a guy breathe.”

“I can’t help it! It’s like I’m catching up with an old friend,” she smiled, “except I know literally nothing about him.”

She was right – you’d “known” Chaewon for a solid year, but that was borderline disinformation. You didn’t know her at all prior to these past weeks; whatever trivia about her learned from today would be a markedly twofold increase from before. The same could be said about Chaewon with you, only catching onto your interests from overheard conversations and quiet observations.

“So,” she spoke up, “what’s the plan?”

You hissed. “Shit, I have no clue,” you laughed. “I lowkey just wanted to spend time with you, that’s all.”

“Aw, that’s so sweet!,” she fawned, suppressing every muscle fiber steaming with oxytocin. Just as you did, imaginarily slapping yourself with a non-existent pan for the cheesy line.

“But seriously,” Chaewon poked your rib. “We gotta go somewhere.”

“How about we head in a general direction,” you offered, “and see where we take ourselves?”

“Yeah!”

You did not, in reality, go anywhere.

You went somewhere – a whole bunch of somewheres. You went around the mall, then out of the mall to a spot Chaewon said there were nice cafés, got coffee to go, kept walking to a park with lots of tree cover, walked two and a half laps around the artificial pond, and walked back to the mall again. All in less than 4 hours.

You had a pair of religiously worn sneakers; Chaewon wore flats. You never sat once. Feet hurt.

Shirts were sweated into. Chaewon had a loose white tee and a well-filled black sports bra that ever so slightly peeked against the fabric and begged your attention; your button down had, several times, come undone past the first button, and something about the crumpled fabric and your bare chest had Chaewon staring lower than the chin she already had to look up to.

Your hands grazed more than once, more than the fingers in your hands combined. It took a great deal of unspoken effort on both sides not to let fingers twitch equally unspoken wishes.

Worst of all were the selfies: you could feel each burst you took chew into what little phone storage you had left. But you still did, with self-inflicted chagrin. Chaewon was more discreet, snapping candid, off-angle pictures of your hands and your side profile – “so I can pretend I’m on a date,” she joked with a half-meant wink.

Really, it must have been hair-pullingly frustrating to the spirits and deities that neither of you snapped, not even when you’d reached a taxi stand to say your farewells.

“Here we are.”

“Here we are,” Chaewon parroted.

One short look, and you collapsed into a fit of loud laughter.

“You’re like, actually crazy, you know?,” she joked.

“Me? I’m the crazy one? After your story about–”

“Shush!,” she rushed to cover your mouth. “You promised not to invoke that against me!”

“Y-you started it first!,” you whined, laughing still as cars whizzed on by. A pair of lights blinked as a taxi came into stop.

“Hah, guess that’s us then,” you sighed. “I’ll be going on that way. My bus goes that way.”

“Yeah, of course!,” she nodded. She ran in to hug you tightly. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

She looked up at you “For today.”

“We didn’t do anything.”

“We did a lot,” she poked your side.

“Fair enough.” You patted her back as you wrapped your arms around her. When you finally let go, you waved bye.

Yet as you walked away from the taxi stand, you felt an invisible string start to stretch thinner and thinner. This fear of it snapping suddenly came over you, and you hastily rushed back before she could get in.

“Hey,” you huffed, the taxi parked in front of her. She looked at you with wide eyes. “Can we… meet again soon?”

She grinned from eye to eye with two thumbs up, eager to take you up on your offer. “Just message!,” she nodded as she hopped into the taxi.

When it drove off, the string finally snapped, and again, you were alone. That realization made your chest hurt all the more – like something had been ripped in twain, and you were itching to mend it.

Onboard that taxi, Chaewon breathed a heavy, almost pained sigh. Her chest ached, regretting the need to go home. She didn’t even need to – but it would be a mistake to move forward so soon, so quickly. She pinched her lips between her teeth, rushing to open her chat with you, waiting for a reply.

You met her on the other side, pensive as you walked slowly to your bus stop. Silent for about 3 minutes, but both there.

thanks for today

get home safe

u too!

message when ur home

Separated by kilometers, both of you laid on the same bed, spiritually. You had your picture of Chaewon open, and Chaewon had your picture open too.

And on your beds, you both moaned each other’s name.

“F-fuck, Chaewon,” you groaned, hand furiously rubbing your erection. “Fuck, I wanna cum on your face so fucking bad.”

“Oh my god, oh my– oooh,” Chaewon whined, her fingers rapidly circling her clit. “P-please fucking– I want you, want y– gu– fuhhh!”

In the hypothetical headspace you shared, you pinned Chaewon to the bed with each thrust of your cock. Her hands splayed above her head, clenching as your drilling hit all the aching spots in her core. You had your fingers clenched around her dainty waist, fingers pressed into the taut muscles of her toned abdomen. Her legs folded up and almost over your shoulders, and her chest rocked up and down with every thrust.

Time flickered between day and night: morning sex, weekend sex, after work vent-your-anger-at-your-boss sex. You plowed into her from behind, hips held tightly by your hands; then she was bouncing on you, tits bouncing in your face as the sheer combined force of your thighs lifted the both of you.

All in the contemporaneous theatre of the mind. But in all scenes, Chaewon had you, and you had Chaewon. You could both almost forget your hands were your own.

Your stroking climbed in tempo. Your cock thrusted in and out of your hand – in and out of Chaewon – with such rapidity that you could see the blood vessels in her sclera, eyes rolled up far as her mouth spewed squeal after squeal of bliss.

And Chaewon, her middle finger now fully inserted and coated with her juices, saw you panting and dripping beads of sweat down your chin and on her chest. Whether to utter her profanities or in pure imagination, she could taste the saltiness of your sweat on the edges of her tongue, as her free hand rubbed the invisible wetness all over her chest.

As you neared your climaxes, your eyes locked into each other’s photos, as if staring into the eyes of a lover moments before collapse. You whispered each other’s names into the empty nothingness of your rooms; you fantasized she did, and so did she.

“Chae, Chaewon, I’m gonna–”

“Yes baby, yes, oh my– yes!–”

Chaewon practically imploded as she curled into a ball, her back shivering, hips jerking frantically as her insides pulsed and contracted around her drenched digits. She brought them slowly to her mouth; at the first, luscious drop, she licked frantically at the whole thing, her mind wandering to the prospect of tasting herself all over your glossed cock.

You felt the urge to stand up and kneel, phone dropped on the bed, and with every spurt that blasted all over your sheets and your phone, your back grew cold. The obscenity of seeing your actual seed all over her soft cheeks and precious smile brought shame to your cheeks, yet fire to your chest; if it weren’t the paranoia of getting fluids into unwanted places, you’d marvel at your triumph.

When all had been washed or replaced, you both laid in your beds again, empty pointers blinking in and out of the dark text boxes. Your chest rose and fell, and Chaewon yanked her blanket to cover her mouth and nose, yet you both stared into the dim screens.

You needed to see her. And she needed to see you.

A month passed. The string remained cut and untied.

Despite every hesitated and deleted word in the message box, the distance remained the same; the both of you drifted closer and farther in an out-of-body tango.

But you weren’t not talking. Chaewon was the first to know you started working in a grocery store, and you were the first person Chaewon ran to celebrate working in retail. You shared memes. But you still hadn’t had each other’s actual company, not since that day.

By the time you got the guts to ask Chaewon out again, a month had passed. And those guts, of course, were thrown up almost immediately – literally.

It was 10:48PM. You had a crazy night with college friends, the puke-in-the-beer-bucket kind of crazy. Your head thumped as it spun round and round. Perhaps by your body willing itself to act, you unintentionally hit the Send button on a message you’d had drafted for weeks now:

i miss you

You panicked again, of course. You did miss her, but only now did you realize that the past weeks have flicking between apps and the empty feeling in your chest yearning for… something. And Chaewon was that missing piece.

Chaewon couldn’t believe her eyes. At that moment, 10:48PM, she hobbled out of a bar into the cold night, having met with her former mentor. The two punch combo of a highball and a negroni was a little too much for her, having knocked her eyelids shut for a solid ten minutes. And when bills had been paid and farewells had been said, as she stood up and left, your message swept her off her feet – more than the alcohol.

She gave you the one reply her hazy mind could cook up.

arw u drubk hahshs

Elegant as a drunkard could be.

Fortunately, you were fairly fluent in slurred speech.

ys

yuore cutr

Charming.

hahshsah

There was her answer.

omh ur so drubk

me tko

wna hang

yes pls

bt u gta take me homr

too fuvked

ok

m walkim tho

takr ur timw

okb

You wobbled your way to the agreed upon location (another bar, of course), and found Chaewon seated, half asleep. You plopped right next to her, bumping your heads until the your visions spun. You both laughed, guffawing and squealing at each other, arms fully around the other.

“Dude, why the hell are you so drunk?!,” Chaewon giggled.

“It’s college friends! Of course I’m gonna drink the fuck up,” you leaned on her shoulder. “You smell like whisky and fizz.”

“It was a highball, dummy,” she slapped your leg. “Dude! Where the fuck have you been!”

You chatted. And chatted. You were sweating like crazy, a puddle nearly forming under your chin, while Chaewon leaned fully into her hand, cheek cushioned against the individual ridges of her fingers.

But something felt different. Even in the haze, your gaze was focused on her eyes, and it looked straight back at you, dreamy. Her hair fell on her face perfectly. Her makeup surprisingly kept its own against the humidity of the crowded bar. Her tube top accentuated her breasts and her shoulders so perfectly that if you looked down you were gonna throb – and it already did despite every effort to look up.

For Chaewon, she couldn’t bring herself to look elsewhere, leaning on her hand, not to rest her head but to keep her mouth closed. Had she looked at anything else which she adored about you – your nose, your cheeks, your frame – she might have lurched forward to shove her tiny tongue into every ridge of your palate. Only your bright, toothy smile fizzled away at her heart to keep her in check.

You were about to throw up – not puke, but spurt out everything starting to seep out of your chest. Chaewon felt the same. And when the string holding all the tension between you snapped, it snapped back hard.

“God, you’re fucking cute, Chaewon,” you blurted.

“Shut up,” she giggled, chin pointed up at you. “You’re drunk.”

“I have a confession,” you giggled. “ I haven’t been tipsy for the past hour.”

Chaewon smiled wider. “Me too,” she chuckled. “Damn it, you’re fucking cute too.”

You leaned your foreheads together, noses meeting in the closed distance. Your breaths smelt of foamy beer and fried knickknacks, and sweat met sweat where you met her bangs, but fuck all that, “I could kiss you right now,” you blurted.

“Do it,” Chaewon replied, eyes closed.

Your lips inched closer and closer. When they first touched, you froze, and so did Chaewon, smiling at the sync-up.

“S-shit, my heart is racing,” she uttered. “I-I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“Me too,” you whispered, daring yourself to push on. “M-may I?” She nodded.

The first kiss was a light peck that lasted for what felt like a minute. Lips slid upon each other, and you felt the cracks and ridges of her lips melt into the smooth insides of her mouth. When you let go, Chaewon smiled widely.

“Why do I get the feeling you’ve thought about this?,” she cooed.

“Haven’t you?,” you giggled in reply, smiling and laughing while your lips touched. You both fumbled twisting heads, but made up for it with the interlocking of tongues; yours explored her teeth until it felt her palate, and she moaned into your mouth.

You brought her hand closer to your chest, slowly sliding the bare fingertips down and right over your tightened pants. She did the same, and you felt her heartbeat race against her soft breasts, a single handful of it massaged until her nipple poked into your palm.

“Tell me what you’ve been thinking about,” she sighed.

“You sure?,” you said cautiously. “It’s creepy. Or kinda hot.”

“Spill,” she grinned.

“I touched myself thinking about you.”

Chaewon kept smiling, kissing you while you spoke. “So did I.”

“Fuck,” you mumbled. “It’s weird I find it hot.”

“Same,” she chuckled, slowly palming your tense tip against your jeans. “Keep going.”

“Came all over your pictures.”

She hummed. “Not all over, but… me too,” she teased, and brought your hands closer to her tight abdomen. “How many times?”

“A few,” you admitted.

She cupped your groin. “Every day,” she purred.

You couldn’t hold back a pleased moan.

“Look at us,” you chided, “two half-drunk weirdos talking about masturbating to each other.”

“You keep calling it weird,” she rebutted, one leg now hooked over your lap. “I’m just about ready to hop on to you right now and make out with you.”

“Tempting,” you ran your fingers up her nape and through the back of her hair. “But let’s just skip to the fun part.”

You fully expected everything to happen quickly and aggressively: knock her around a little bit, bump into things in the dark, the kind of crap they put in the movies to communicate raunchy. You could barely even keep your hands to yourselves, idly running hands all over each other’s legs.

But the moment your door closed and you were swept by the darkness and silence of your unwelcomed abode, everything froze. Chaewon was in your arms again, your faces were millimeters away from contact, and yet you stood still, giggling and smiling.

“I thought this was gonna be rougher,” you teased.

“Do you want it to be?,” Chaewon asked, tiptoeing to whisper in your ear.

“No,” you pushed her back down. “I just want to feel you.”

She beamed, walking and feeling around the darkness of your corridors, until you got to your bed. She pulled you in and tangled your bodies into an unbreakable knot of legs and arms, held tightly together until the space between you steamed with the warmth of your torsos.

You undid your clothes, and Chaewon undid hers, without fuss over each other. Under the dim light, Chaewon’s face glimmered with the glittery makeup reflecting the few beams of light that poured through your window.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” you blurted, “it’s making me hard.”

Chaewon struggled to keep eye contact with you through a confused laugh. “You’re so funny it’s making me wet.”

“May I touch you?,” you asked, and she guided your hand to her dampened folds. You guided her hand to your erection, her sweated palms hot against your already burning shaft.

The moment your finger felt Chaewon’s clit, she squeaked in shock. “F-fuck,” she laughed, “it’s already so much better than my fingers.” Her fingers continued to lightly stroke the underside of your length, and it was enough to keep you quiet.

“Hear me moan,” you urged Chaewon. “Moan in my ear too.”

With eyes shut, you touched each other softly. There was no hunger or desperation – only chasing after the ecstasy of surrounding your senses with each other’s arousal. Chaewon’s moans were light, almost whiny; you rasped your breath low.

Whatever desperation was there was felt in your hands, your craving to force Chaewon to squirt from overstimulation or Chaewon’s desire to deepthroat you until you gurgled hidden with the teasing, careful pace of each other’s touch. And no mistake could be made that it was there – you whispered all these fantasies, these plans to each other as you reached a shared climax.

“I wanna suck on this cock so bad,” Chaewon hissed.

“Your pussy would be so fucking good to eat,” you retorted

“C-can we cum together, please,” Chaewon begged. “It's– you’re so fucking hot.”

“I’m so f-fucking close, Chae,” you begged. “P-please let me cum, f-f–”

“I’m close, I’m close,” she moaned. “Faster, faster, fuck!”

Moans turned into groans turning into shouts. Chaewon shut her thighs around your hand, and you thrust your hips into her hand now firmly wrapped around your cock.

“I’m gonna cum– Chae, cum for me, Chae–”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, YES!!”

Chaewon struggled as she collapsed into a ball with your fingers still around her, slick starting to drip into your fingertips. You spurted all over your sheets and into her legs, coating her meaty, pale skin. Chaewon shoved your hand into your mouth, and brought hers into hers, tasking each other’s release.

“Fuck, that was– mmh,” you shivered. Your body grew cold, and you felt Chaewon shiver too, her nipples sharp.

“You’re s-so perfect, Chae,” you felt a hand up her cheek and through her hair. Chaewon had tears in her eyes, and you kissed her forehead.

“You’re perfect,” she smiled. “Where have you been all my life?”

You chuckled. “In this room. Jerking it to you.”

Chaewon slapped your shoulder. “Come on! I was trying to be cute!”

“I know,” you grinned, cupping her cheeks and making out again. The wetness of your lips and your tongue could barely contain the bubbling desire for more.

“I wanna taste you,” Chaewon urged. “Do you?” You licked your curled lips in reply. And in no time, you shuffled until Chaewon’s head sat between your legs and yours between hers, each eating the other.

With how sensitive you both already were from such an impassioned orgasm, each lick, each suck, each spit of thirsting drool sent electricity up each other’s backs. You were giggling in turns, Chaewon whining as you flicked her clit about, and you when she intentionally teased your tip.

Chaewon’s lips were soft and gentle, even if her mouth suggested she was so much more capable of being rough. Her pussy was tight, though it felt like she enjoyed having your face shoved deeply into it. And your cock was so perfectly fitting for Chaewon’s mouth, that it strained her jaw but didn’t force itself down into the back of her throat – and she loved the feeling of being filled so easily.

Chaewon came first. Each ounce of fluid that coated your mouth, you licked off with your tongue. And when you came in her mouth, she could barely keep her lips of you, teasing you until you begged behind overstimulated tears.

You laid in the same position, laughing and heaving out all the horny and exhaustion. Chaewon’s thigh was soft, enough that you could totally drift off between them clamping around your head – the spunky scent of her pussy could have put you to sleep.

Alas, Chaewon met you instead, feet pointed to your pillow, resting on each others arms even when they were numb.

You smiled. You couldn’t stop, and you hadn’t stopped the entire time, so much your cheeks were already cramping.

“That was… so much better than my hand,” you teased.

“Better be,” Chaewon smirked, burying her head into your chest. “This is so much better than a dream.”