Antifragile

“Chaewon?” you poke your head into the recording studio.

“Lock the door.”

Naturally, you oblige without a second thought.

By the time you turn back around, Chaewon already has her hands pressed against your chest, pushing your back against the door.

“Babe,” you chuckle, making room for Chaewon to dive into your neck. “We never do this in the office. What got into you?”

“Work, stress, tired,” she mumbles into your neck while frantically undoing the buttons of your shirt. Once half are popped open, she leans back and looks up at you. “All of the above?”

“I know, my love, you’re in crunch time,” you snake your arms around her waist, lifting her slightly by the small of her back while her arms rest on top of your shoulders. “We have a lot to catch up on, don’t we?”

“We do, we always do,” Chaewon murmurs and before the words can even leave her lips, she attacks yours.

It’s so soft. Little cherry clouds, a sharp contrast to all that cute aggression her petite body packs.

Your hand slides down from her back, reaching under that adorable little skirt that you hardly got a chance to admire with your eyes. Her plump ass fits perfectly in your palm as you give it a small pat, digging your fingers hard into their never-ending softness.

She moans into your mouth, but not enough to stop the kiss. Her tongue slips past your lips, hardly making it anywhere before yours meets it. She flicks against yours, teasing it – she always has a bit of fight in her, it’s nothing new.

Joining the first, your other hand reaches down and you lift Chaewon off her feet. She leans forward onto you, tipping the balance until you find your back sliding down the door.

You could probably catch yourself – you just don’t care to. You’d rather keep kissing her, especially now as she’s holding onto your face for dear life. You have no desire to deny her passion, not when it’s frankly all you could ever wish for.

She giggles as the two of you fall to the floor. She breathes her warm, minty breath right into your mouth before closing the gap again. She tugs and presses your face with her fingers, having fun stretching your skin around.

Then, suddenly, she stops.

The doorhandle rattles, making a little click and a beep.

Both of you tilt your heads up towards the noise. Chaewon, panic settling into her eyes, holds herself still as a statue, waiting to see if someone opens the door.

“Just say it’s occupied,” you whisper only to be shushed by Chaewon’s finger pressing to your lips.

She keeps staring up, and you find yourself lost in the whites of her eyes. You notice the little subconscious squeeze of her fingers against your shoulder, the quiet inhales lifting her chest ever-so-slightly.

You slowly move her hand away from your face and lean in, tasting the crook of her collarbone between your lips. By the third kiss, you feel Chaewon’s body relax, and her arms wrap snugly around your head.

Then, right when your mouth wanders to the neck of her shirt, the door makes another noise.

Chaewon quickly hops to her feet and motions for you to hide in the corner, hidden behind the door if it were to open. As slowly as possible, she reaches for the handle, pulling it ajar just far enough to peek her head through.

She closes the door and looks down at you sitting on the floor and leaning your back against the wall

“There’s no one there,” she says with a deep breath and far more worried than she probably needs to be.

“Maybe it’s a ghost.”

“Don’t say that!” Chaewon whines, reaching for the handle and taking a second peek into the hallway.

Presumably, she comes to the same conclusion.

“So,” you let out a small laugh. “Can I get back to the part where I make out with my girlfriend now?”

“Huh? Oh, right, yeah,” Chaewon stammers, still obviously concerned. She shoots the door another glance and gives her head a little shake. “Right, let’s do this.”

“Great–” you start rising to your feet when Chaewon interrupts.

“Lay flat,” she instructs while reaching up her skirt.

You scoot away from the wall and lay flat on your back, watching intently as Chaewon slides her lacy, violet panties down her legs. She untangles the fabric from her ankles and tosses it at your face, giggling as she straddles your legs and lowers herself onto your lap.

“I’ve been thinking about you ever since I sent that text,” she leans over you and kisses you on the lips.

Your fingers wrap around her snatched waist and you meet her lips, matching her passion. Your tongues slide against each other’s, tiny little kisses filling the studio. Your hands slip down her sides and inch up her skirt until you can feel the heat of her most intimate part on your fingertips.

Chaewon lets out a chain of soft, needy little whimpers right into your mouth. It drives you absolutely insane, and you find yourself pressing down firmly against her soft ass as if your bodies are merging together.

Her hands start tugging at your hair – you don’t even remember when she grabbed on. Her body rocks back and forth against you, those little whimpers turning into moans as she moves, swaying with you like a little dance.

Your hands roam with more confidence, with your fingertips just barely grazing the warmth between her legs. She feels it – you can tell – but she doesn’t miss even a beat. If anything, she just moves closer to you to the point of physical impossibility.

Your entire body is going warm, and your mind is a haze. The pressure building up between your legs is screaming, begging for Chaewon’s tight body. You need her, and you need her now.

Then, out of nowhere, Chaewon pulls back.

You sit up, confused and frankly a bit frustrated. “What happened?”

Chaewon turns her head towards the door and then back to you.

“You’re not still thinking about it,” you roll your eyes.

“Who was trying to get in?” Chaewon climbs off your lap and scurries over to the door again, peeking her head through.

“Let me guess,” you stand up and start buttoning your shirt. “Still no one?”

Chaewon rushes back over to you and slams into you, hugging you tight. “Sorry, I’m ruining the mood.”

“It’s fine,” you rub her back gently. “We don’t have to do it right now.”

“No!” she lets go of you and reaches for your belt.

“Chae,” you grab her wrists, smiling at her adorable little pout. “It’s fine, let’s do this when we can both be a bit less stressed out.”

It’s honestly criminal how cutely her eyes are sparkling up at you right now. You feel forced into kissing her forehead as an excuse to avoid that puppydog expression that you just know will destroy you.

“I’m sorry for wasting your time, again,” Chaewon’s face drops as she starts buttoning up your shirt for you.