You crack Hyewon to the point she catches some feelings.
“Um, sorry, I saved it somewhere,” Hyewon mumbles.
The car idles as you glance up at the rearview mirror, watching her scroll through her phone. You haven’t moved since dropping the manager off at the agency. At least everything is going according to plan. That’s all that matters.
“Ah, found it,” she says, leaning forward from the back seat to show you the address on her phone.
“Oh, it’s that café that’s been trending online,” you say, typing the name into your phone.
“Have you been there?” Hyewon asks, leaning back into her seat.
“No. I’ve just been seeing it around lately. Heard it’s nice with a rooftop view.”
“Ah, I see,” she murmurs as you shift the car into drive and pull onto the road, the low hum of the engine settling into the silence. You catch a glance in the rearview mirror, brief and accidental, your eyes meeting before either of you can help it, and just as quickly, both of you look away. The silence lingers a second too long, and as if to break it, she speaks again. “Is this a company SUV?”
“Yes, it is.”
“Does this car have some kind of reinforcement, like bulletproof panels and all that? Or is that just in movies?”
You let out a small chuckle and turn the corner. “We do have some. This one just has reinforced windows and darker tint.”
“Oh, I see.” Hyewon nods, glancing around the car before looking back out the window as buildings pass. “What’s the craziest thing you’ve dealt with as a bodyguard?”
You take a moment to think while she waits. “Probably the number of fights but they’re more like scuffles. They end quickly. After a while, it all starts to feel kind of meaningless.”
She laughs softly, her gaze drifting to your arm resting on the steering wheel. “You’ve got some humor in you.”
It wasn’t really a joke, but you let it pass, a quiet breath of a laugh leaving you anyway. “Thank you.”
“Also… isn’t the weather nice today?”
“It is,” you say, easing off the gas as the light turns red in front of you.
——
At the shop, it isn’t crowded, just a handful of college students hunched over laptops. As you approach the kiosk with Hyewon, she starts ordering quietly while your attention drifts, scanning the room, each table, each face, anyone who might look twice, anyone who might recognize her.
“Is that Hyewon?” the worker at the register whispers to a coworker. You catch it anyway. A few people in line glance over.
“People are starting to notice you, Hyewon,” you whisper to her. “Are you in the mood to greet fans?”
“Of course,” she smiles, swiping through the screen without hesitation.
“May you remind me of the safe words I gave you?” you ask. “Standard procedure.”
“Where’s my manager?” she replies, glancing at you with a teasing smile.
“Okay, just checking.”
For now, at least, people keep their distance, the way they usually do on a slow Tuesday.
“Do you want anything?” she asks, turning to you.
You shake your head. “No, thank you.”
“Are you sure? You should get something. The desserts here look really good.”
“Thanks, but I’m okay.”
She glances at you, a little more insistent this time. “I know you’re working, but at least get something. An Americano or whatever. It’s my treat. I don't want to feel bad."
You hesitate for a second, then give in. “Alright. A small Americano. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” She taps it in and pulls out her card.
Before she can pay, you step in a little closer, just enough to block the view of any clear angle from the cameras around. It’s instinct, automatic. She notices how you did it quietly without a word.
“What a bodyguard,” Hyewon thinks, a small, private smile lingering as the order goes through. The receipt prints with a soft whir, and she tears it off, glancing at the number. “Twenty-six.”
She steps aside to wait, and you fall in just behind her, close enough without crowding. The room settles again, low voices, the clink of cups. Then someone stands. You notice it immediately. A girl approaches, stopping a few feet away, careful, almost hesitant. You take her in without staring, quick and automatic. College student, maybe. Glasses, beige jacket, nothing out of place. No tension in her shoulders, no rush in her steps.
“Hi… can I take a quick picture with you, Hyewon?” she asks.
Hyewon glances back at you, just for a second after you give her a small nod.
The girl smiles and steps closer, the moment passing easily, a phone lifted, a quick picture taken, nothing more.
“Number twenty-six!”
Hyewon thanks the fan before stepping away, heading to the counter to pick up the tray.
“Want me to carry that?” you ask.
“No, it’s okay. I’ve got it.”
“Alright.”
You follow a step behind as she heads up the stairs, your attention split between her and the space ahead. The rooftop door swings open, and the air changes immediately, cooler, easier to breathe. You take a quick look around before she reaches a corner table and sets the tray down. You take the seat beside her without thinking and turn towards the door.
She pauses, then glances at you. “I think you’re supposed to face the other way.”
“I don’t sit with my back to a door.”
“Oh.” It comes out quieter this time from Hyewon. She doesn’t say anything else, just settles into her seat, a small pause lingering as she takes that in. From the outside, you know how it looks. A little out of place or funny, maybe even rigid. On any other day, it might feel unnecessary. But not today.
“Here’s your Americano, Oppa,” she murmurs, hoping what she just called you flew over your head. Which it did, surprisingly, out of everything.
“Thank you,” you say and reach for your coffee from her hand.
“I’m guessing you’re counting how many people are up here.”
“Yeah. Ten people. This place will likely get busy in two hours since people will be on break.”
You’re not even looking at her, your attention is set somewhere past her shoulder, on the door, the edges of the rooftop, anywhere but her. Still, you can feel it, the way her gaze lingers a second too long, studying you without trying to hide it.
“Do you have a girlfriend?”
Turning to her, your eyes meet each other, “No.”
“Liar,” she giggles, covering her mouth, though the curiosity doesn’t leave her expression. She tears off a small piece of her strawberry muffin, bringing it to her lips as she watches you.
You take a sip of your coffee, letting the moment stretch just enough. “What makes you think I’m lying?”
She hums softly, chewing, taking her time before answering. “Hmm… maybe I’ll take that back.” She swallows, brushing a crumb from her thumb. A small smile forms as she tilts her head slightly. “Then what kind of woman are you into?”
You glance away for a brief second, like the answer isn’t something you keep ready. “Someone who knows how to be kind,” you say. “Not nice all the time. Just kind.” You pause, almost reconsidering whether to add more, then do anyway. “But it usually falls apart if she has a pretty smile.”
“Ah,” Hyewon leans in just a touch, her smile widening, not shy anymore but teasingly. “So you’re a sucker for a pretty smile?” She holds it there a second longer than necessary, like she knows exactly what she’s doing, like she wants you to notice.
You hesitate, enough to give it away without hiding any thoughts. “Yeah. You could say that.”
She lets the smile linger for a second, then looks down at her muffin like nothing happened. The moment shifts, quiet but not the same anymore.
“That’s cute,” Hyewon says. You glance at her as she takes another bite, brushing a few crumbs from her lips without thinking. She looks out over the rooftop for a moment, and you let your gaze linger a second too long before looking away, lifting your coffee to your lips. “Do you… usually talk this much?” she asks, turning back to you. “We didn’t talk much earlier. When I was shopping.”
“Your manager isn’t here to keep you company.”
“Then… am I talking too much?” she asks with a shy laugh.
You shake your head. “No. You’re fine.”
“Oppa,” she murmurs.
You catch it a second later, but don’t react much and only think that she’s just getting comfortable with you, “Hmm?”
“Want a taste?” she asks, holding out her muffin.
“No, but thanks for offering.”
“Are you sure? I have an extra fork.”
You shake your head again, lifting your coffee. “I’m sure.”
“Hmm, okay,” Hyewon says, drawing the muffin back towards herself. She takes another bite, slow, like she isn’t in any rush, and when your eyes meet again, she holds it for a second longer than before, a faint smile still there before she finally looks away.
You tell yourself it’s nothing. Just timing. Two people looking in the same direction at the same second. But your body doesn’t buy it. It lingers a second too long, reads into it more than it should. Hyewon doesn’t look away. Her smile stays instead of passing through. You try to shrink it into coincidence, something easy to ignore, but you’re already paying closer attention than you should be. You’ve noticed the signs before, and you’re trying not to let this turn into something you’ll actually act on.
Hyewon’s not smiling at you just because. She’s flirting with you.
——
After the coffee shop, you walk with Hyewon into her apartment building. She presses the elevator button and glances down at the shopping bags in your hands. “I’m surprised you’re not asking why I spent so much today,” she says.
“I don’t bother to,” you reply, a faint smile touching your lips.
The elevator opens and you gesture her in first. She steps inside, close enough for you to catch the faint trace of her perfume as you follow in. She presses her floor and the doors close. The air shifts, quieter and closer. Hyewon looks down and adjusts her grip on her phone while you keep your gaze forward, both of your reflections blurred together in the polished metal doors.
There’s something sitting beneath it. Something neither of you has said out loud. You don’t follow it too far. Still, the thought lingers longer than it should. You notice it anyway. The way she doesn’t quite relax. The way the silence doesn’t feel empty. Her eyes have been saying enough all day.
“Oppa,” she murmurs, softer this time as she looks up at you.
“Yes?”
She hesitates, and you can see it before she speaks. “I know your job is done once I’m inside, but… would you like to stay for a bit?”
You’re thinking as she glances at you, then looks forward before the elevator comes to a complete stop and opens. There’s hesitation in your thoughts, because for whatever reason, everything seemed to align too well.
“I can stay for a bit,” you say with a quiet chuckle.
She steps out when the doors open, and you follow behind. Your thoughts don’t settle between her and yourself, questions you don’t quite let form. Your gaze drifts at her for a second, lower than it should, before you catch it and pull it back up on how her hair sways with each step. Hyewon stops at her door and keys in the code. The lock clicks. She glances at you over her shoulder, a small smile waiting there as the door opens. “Come in.”
You pause for half a second, then step forward.
Neither of you says anything more. You don’t need to.
“Uh, sorry, it’s a bit messy,” she says shyly as you step inside.
“It doesn’t look messy at all,” you assure her while slipping your shoes off beside hers.
“Come sit,” Hyewon murmurs before quickly moving towards the living room, straightening a few things that honestly didn’t need fixing. You follow after her and sit at the end of the couch, quietly taking in the unfamiliar space around you.
“Seems cozy,” you comment.
She turns around at that and suddenly remembers the shopping bags still hanging from your hands. A shy laugh slips out as she brushes her hair back and reaches for them. “Thank you. I’ll put these in my room. Be right back.”
The apartment grows strangely quiet once she disappears into her bedroom. You hear the soft rustle of bags being set down before she comes back out a moment later and sits near you, not too close, but not far either. Your eyes meet for a brief second before both of you look away like it never happened.
“Can I hang my coat somewhere?” you ask, standing as you slip off your trench coat.
“Oh, here.” She gets up quickly and takes it from your hands. “I’ll hang it for you.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” she says softly. Her fingers brush against yours for only a moment before she walks to the closet by the front door. You glance over without meaning to, watching her hang the coat up before she casually pulls her sweater over her head, leaving only the light blue shirt underneath.
The room feels quieter after that. Not uncomfortable. Just aware of what’s happening. Your intuition is already pulling at you. Every glance lingers just enough to say what neither of you wants to say first.
When Hyewon walks back over, she brushes her hair behind her ear again before sitting beside you, closer this time. Not enough to touch, but close enough that you notice the warmth of her beside you. You catch the nervous habit immediately and decide to ease some of it before she disappears too far into her own thoughts.
“Light blue looks good on you, Hyewon,” you say with a gentle smile.
“Oh.” A soft laugh slips out of her as she looks down for a second. “Thanks.” Her eyes drift over you before she adds, quieter this time, “Your shoulders look broader without the coat.”
You let out a faint chuckle, “Is it that noticeable?”
The second the words leave her mouth, she looks like she wants to take them back. Or maybe not take them back, just hide the fact she noticed in the first place. “Uh… a little.”
Hyewon’s blushing, and you took notice. The way she avoids your eyes for a second too long. And somehow that feels more intimate than if she had looked at you directly.
“May I see your hands?” you ask softly, turning towards her.
You already know you’re crossing into something dangerous. Maybe she knows it too, but it hangs there between you anyway, heavy in the silence. Hyewon hesitates for only a second before lifting her legs onto the couch and turning fully towards you. She offers her hands shyly, slowly, like she’s giving away more than she should. You take them gently, your fingers wrapping around her wrists as your thumbs brush against her skin. Her pulse gives itself away almost immediately beneath your touch. Slowly, you guide her hands upward until they rest against your shoulders. Her fingers curl into the fabric of your shirt, hesitant at first, then holding on a little tighter.
She gulps in the quiet space between you. Her cheeks flush a deep rosy red that spreads all the way to her ears no matter how hard she tries to hide it. Hyewon tries to keep herself composed, but she can already feel the butterflies in her stomach fluttering out of control.
Then your eyes meet. Your gaze drops briefly to her pretty lips before returning to her eyes, holding it there. The air begins to feel extremely intimate. You want to take off her clothes, make her vulnerable to the point where you’ll assure her that being in your arms is the only place to be in the moment.
Her pulse is rising, and neither can she take her eyes off of you or even say a word. So you slowly lean in and close your eyes. Your hand makes its way to her thighs, and before a kiss happens, Hyewon closes her eyes too, lips parting softly as she waits for you to close the distance, but you suddenly stop. Just enough for her to feel it. Just enough for the warmth of your breath to linger against her skin without giving her the kiss she was expecting.
“May I?” you whisper softly, stopping just short of her lips as the faint scent of her perfume lingers
There’s no verbal answer. Hyewon answers by leaning in slowly instead with her breath trembling softly against your lips before they finally meet. The kiss is careful at first, almost hesitant, like neither of you fully wants to acknowledge how long this moment has been building. But restraint slips quickly. Her hand tightens against your shoulder as she kisses you deeper, and you feel yourself give in just as easily. The warmth of her pulls you closer. Every quiet breath, every shaky little pause between kisses draws you further into her, until thinking about where the line was supposed to be no longer feels possible.
You gently guide Hyewon back against the couch without breaking the kiss. She follows you willingly, fingers tightening against your shirt before one hand slips higher to cradle the side of your face like she needs something steady to hold onto. Her legs parted on instinct as she feels you getting hard between her. A soft moan leaves her when you finally pull away just enough to let her breathe. Her chest rises unevenly as she looks up at you quietly.
“You’re good at kissing,” you compliment her and take a quick gulp.
“Did you forget? I’m an actress,” Hyewon shyly chuckles and rubs her thumb on your cheeks.
Maybe you did, or maybe, you’re not thinking straight anymore by how quick the kiss turned into something you weren’t ready for.
You want more of her, greedily.
“I think you’re better than me,” she adds on, biting her lower lip. Hyewon reaches in between the two of you and unbuttons your plain, whir flannel from the top, hesitantly stopping halfway to your exposed chest. You can see the hesitation in her eyes as she looks up at you. “Do you have um… a condom?”
“I don’t,” you reply.
Hyewon hesitates, because again, this whole thing was an unplanned mess.
"Do you want to come over to my place?" you ask, giving her the option. In her mind, she doesn't want to, not because she's unsure, but because you've already gotten this far. And you won't give her a second to ask you to run to the nearest pharmacy. "Or I can go grab one quick, if that's okay."
Hyewon smiles at how thoughtful you are. She looks down and starts unbuttoning your flannel, then meets your eyes again. Those damn eyes of hers pull you in deeper the longer you stare. She's not even naked yet, and her gaze alone is enough to drag you into an infinite void. Her fingers slip beneath your collar and slowly pull the shirt off your shoulders. "I'll give you a chance."
“What chance?” you ask.
She presses her lips before speaking. “We can do it without one.”
“Are you sure?”
She lets out a soft chuckle, her palms slowly exploring your chest. Her lips press together as you watch her nervously swallow. "Yeah… I'm okay with it."
You get a good look at her eyes from above, close enough to catch every small shift in them, the sincerity, the dare, the way she's not even trying to hide either.
“Just promise to not cum in me,” she whispers. Her hands are still on your chest, legs almost locking you in. She’s been staring at you like it’s love at first sight. But love isn’t there, it’s lust that brought you two to this couch, in her own home.
Hyewon’s hands slip back under your flannel and press more insistently against your skin. Feeling her growing impatient, you sit up from her, quickly take the shirt off, and drape it over the couch. Before you can settle again, her hands are already reaching for your pants.
“I won’t. Are you taking any prescriptions?” you ask, and she cautiously gets a feel of your length through the fabric of your pants.
She nods, “Yeah.”
That’s all you needed to know. You respect her boundaries.
So you chuckle to just clear the littlest, tense air in the room, “Why are you so shy to unzip my pants?”
She chuckles along, “I don’t know.”
“Do I make you nervous?”
“Yeah, a little,” she admits.
Without a word, you grab her wrist and guide her hand to your zipper. Hyewon understands the assignment as she slowly unzips your pants. You stare at her, admiring such a beauty, yet so hungry from the look in her eyes. Once she lets go, you get off the couch and offer your hand. Hyewon takes it and stands up beside you.
“May I?” you ask, reaching her waist to take off her shirt.
“Yeah,” she whispers shyly.
So you slowly pull her shirt up, your fingers brushing against her warm skin as her torso is gradually revealed. The soft white bra comes into view, hugging her gently before you fully take the shirt off. Her breathing deepens as you toss it on top of yours on the couch.
You take the lead without waiting any longer, hooking your thumbs into the waistband of her pants as Hyewon curiously watches, slowly sliding them down her thighs and letting them drop to the floor. She can feel the subtle romance in the moment, the way your hands move with such gentle care, the focused attention you give her.
But neither of you are mistaken. This isn't love, even if the feelings are close enough to be misunderstood. Looking at each other, you guide her hands to your pants. She pulls them down and lets them drop to the floor. Now only your boxers and her bra and panties remain. You're setting the tone, slow and steady, and Hyewon is falling into it too.
"Hyewon," you whisper, gently taking her hand as you sit back on the couch. You pull her closer, clearly wanting her on top. She spreads her legs and slowly lowering herself onto your lap.
"He's so sweet," she thinks to herself, watching you reach for her nape and pull her face closer to yours, meeting each other's lips with eyes closed. You love how soft her lips are, how you can feel her back arching and her chest pressing into yours. You hold the side of her face, wanting more, taking in the sounds of your lips against each other's. There's desperation in every kiss.
You deepen the kiss, your tongue gently parting her lips as she lets out a soft, needy whimper. Hyewon's breath hitches every time your thumb brushes her cheekbone. She presses even closer, hips slowly grinding against you, shamelessly rubbing her panties along the thick, hard length of your cock straining through your boxers.
Pulling back just enough to breathe, you rest your forehead against hers, eyes still closed, savoring the shared moment. Her lashes flutter open slowly, revealing her gleaming eyes full of emotion and desire. A shy smile tugs at her lips. She can't say anything, only letting out a soft chuckle and grabbing hold of your shoulders. You move your hands lower, onto her back, her hips, the strap of her bra, anywhere to give her body some attention.
You brush your cheek against hers and trail your lips slowly down the elegant line of her neck. Hyewon turns her head to the side with a soft sigh, giving you full access as her pulse flutters wildly beneath your mouth. Your kisses are light at first, then firmer, sucking gently on the sensitive spot just below her ear. She lets out a quiet, breathy moan as one of her hands slides up to your nape and holds you there.
While your lips keep her distracted with slow, teasing kisses on her neck, your hands slide up her back until your fingers find the hook of her bra and gently undo it, letting it hang loose on her shoulders.
Hyewon pulls back from the kiss with a shy smile and slowly slides off your lap, standing between your legs as she takes off her bra, giving you a perfect view of her tits. She bends her knees, hooks her fingers into your boxers, and tugs them steadily down your hips and thighs until your hard cock springs free. After quickly tossing your boxers to the side, she climbs right back onto your lap. Reaching between your bodies, Hyewon gently wraps her hand around your cock, staring down with a smile as it throbs instantly.
You just can't take in how gorgeous she is with that smile, almost damn near naked in front of you.
She pushes her panties aside with one hand and leans forward while guiding the tip of your cock to her slick entrance with the other. After all the teasing, she finally sinks down onto you. A soft tremor passes between the two of you as your cock stretching her folds.
She bites her lower lip, briefly pausing to take a breath. Your cock throbs halfway inside her walls as a soft moan escapes Hyewon's lips. The two of you share a gaze and she grabs hold of your shoulders for balance, slowly sinking down further with a gasp until your cock fully disappears inside her. It's overwhelming her as she stays still, trying to adjust to how big you are and how her pussy is being stretched. With some effort, she slowly begins to grind on you.
"So big," she shyly murmurs, curling into you, letting out soft cries and whimpers, anything that easily slips from her lips.
"I'll be gentle," you whisper as your fingers slip beneath her panties and get a feel of the tenderness of her ass.
This is Hyewon fighting against herself. This was just the start as she gets used to your cock inside her. But you can't take in how tightly her pussy grips you, how slick she was after all that kissing, so dangerous that you'd love to cum inside her if she dared you to.
As she begins grinding harder, you hear the clear and beautiful moans she makes. You lay back against the couch and take deep breaths. She gently places her hands on your chest and continues to grind slowly, back and forth, in circles. You try to catch your breath and tilt your head back, although it feels endlessly impossible when she's this tight.
"Hyewon," you softly moan, blindly grabbing her hands on your chest, holding her there with no intention of letting go.
She can feel your heart beating beneath her palm, resting flat against your chest. It's the most raw and genuine thing as she gazes down at you. Her own chest rises and falls in shallow rhythms, syncing with yours. The window blinds in her living room are down, tilted just enough for thin lines of light to slip through.
She feels strangely exposed and vulnerable in her own home, like anyone outside could see what's going on behind those blinds. But the feeling of you inside her, this rush of warmth and adrenaline, makes Hyewon melt into you, her body trembling softly as she savors the deep, intimate fullness only you can give her.
Everything feels surreal. The way your hands gripped her wrist, desperate, like you never wanted to leave her. She pauses to catch a breath and gently guides your hands up to her tits.
“It feels good just sitting on it,” she embarrassingly confesses and feels you gently squeezing her tits.
“Yeah?” you gasp. “Show me your bedroom.”
“It’s even more messy there,” she giggles, which you can definitely feel it from being inside her.
“We can make it messier,” you tease Hyewon, gently flicking her hard nipples.
“What?” she utters, holding in a laugh and grinds on your cock to keep it as hard as possible inside her.
“Should we try on your dining table?” you murmur, teasing her again, but it’s more like you’re daring Hyewon.
She brushes her hair before deciding to get off of your cock and take off her panties, then giving you her hand. “Let’s go.”
Okay, you didn’t expect that, but you’ll take her hand as she walks you to the dining table.
Before making any decisions near the table, she leans forward and kisses you again, pulling you into a deep, hungry makeout as she reaches down to stroke your cock. You can't say a damn thing, only match her hungry lips, until Hyewon's other hand reaches back for the table and she leans against it, gently pulling you with her. She tiptoes and sits on the edge, never breaking the kiss for even a second, until she glances down and guides the tip of your cock back inside her.
She grips your shoulders tightly as you slowly push into her again. You hold her leg while your other hand braces behind her on the tabletop. Hot breath fans across your neck, a moan spilling from both of you as she takes you deeper than she ever did on the couch. Her eyes lift to meet yours, half-lidded and hazy with pleasure, struggling to stay open. Quiet whimpers escape her with every thrust. The dark strands of her hair cling to her cheeks.
Her walls flutter and squeeze around your cock with every slow, deep thrust. She’s neither telling you to slow down or be rougher, simply lost in the steady rhythm as her body rocks gently against yours. Soft, needy sounds slip from her parted lips with each thrust, her half-lidded eyes staying locked on yours in a hazy, intimate gaze.
“Oppa,” she moans out desperately as her toes curl. You slow the pace and let the two of you catch a breath, eyes still locked in the quiet moment. You reach up and gently brush the strand of hair from her cheek, tucking it behind her ear.
This subtle gesture changes something in her, more than you realize.
Her eyes soften with a new kind of warmth, the raw desire quietly deepening into something more tender. A slow, involuntary flutter runs through her walls, her body reacting before her mind can catch up. Hyewon gulps and you feel her hands find your face, pulling you in as your lips meet again.
You continue thrusting gently back and forth inside her. She pours everything into you: her heart in this fleeting moment, her body, even her sanity, all completely yours. Each roll of her hips meets yours with quiet desperation, tongue sliding against yours while her slick walls cling tightly around your cock as if Hyewon’s suggestion of you pulling out wasn’t the plan anymore.
You guide her back until she's lying flat on the table, your body hovering over hers, close enough to feel every breath she takes as your hips thrust forward, deeper and harder, one thrust after another, each one pulling a sound out of her. A desperate groan spills out, drawn out and helpless for a few seconds she can barely hang onto, until Hyewon grabs hold of your shoulders and gives you a gentle push. In an instant, you slow down, hearing how heavy her breaths have become.
Maybe it was a little too much for her.
You lean back and give her a moment, lifting her legs together to kiss her ankles and calves while slowly driving into her. She cups her own tits, whimpering with her eyes closed.
Hyewon can't bear how good your lips feel brushing against her legs, each kiss sending her heart fluttering. She can feel the depth of your passion in every touch, aching for you to fill her, to let go inside her. Yet she's torn between desire and restraint.
Her whole body suddenly stiffens, every muscle locking up as you keep pushing through. You realize it only now— she's cumming. Her slick walls clamp down around your cock in strong, pulsing waves. A raw, broken cry tears from her throat, half-sob, half-scream, her voice shaking apart. Breathless whimpers spill out uncontrollably as Hyewon arches and spreads her arms back to grip the edges of the table while her body continues to squirm around.
Your cock throbs as you hold yourself together, slowing to a few last deep strokes until she stops cumming and lets out an exhausted breath. You pull out just in time, your cock throbbing in your hand as her legs slowly part, ready to cum all over her.
She looks at you, then down at your cock while her breaths catch. Hyewon's trying to make a decision she hates to go back on. It's tormenting her the more she wants to stick to what was said.
A wave of shyness washes over her, seeing how shamelessly her legs are spread for you. She only met you today, yet it felt like you're someone she's known for years, someone she could trust. The guilt begins to linger, especially when Hyewon felt like she was the reason the two of you ended up here like this. You see her pondering, but you have no clue what's really going on in her head.
“Should I just let him?” she thinks to herself, looking right at you leaning over her, lowering yourself to give her tits a gentle kiss. Her breaths are still freshly heavy after cumming. You knew there was something Hyewon’s embarrassed about. She feels your warm kisses on her body while your cock drags against her crotch.
“Let’s go to your bed,” you murmur, gently grabbing her hand and getting up together. You smile at her after seeing how self conscious she was after cumming. “Take me to your room.”
She gives in completely, her lips curving into a soft, unconscious smile as yours proves impossible to resist. The difference in your hand sizes matters more than it needs to as she doesn't let go. Hyewon leads you toward her room, but just before you reach the door, you catch her wrist and gently press her back against the wall.
Your body follows, pinning Hyewon there with hunger. You kiss her deeply, slowly, savoring the warmth of her mouth as your hands glide over her curves, tracing her waist, and thumb brushing her hips. A quiet sigh escapes Hyewon. She melts into you, sliding her arms around your shoulders, fingers digging into your hair as she pulls you closer.
Hyewon hates herself for this. For letting you flutter her heart so effortlessly. For melting under the raw, undivided passion you pour into her. Most of all, she hates how convincingly you fuck her— like you genuinely want her, like she’s the only thing that matters. She knows this isn’t love. Deep down, she understands that, but you deserve far more than what she asked of you.
The wet tip of your cock brushes against her stomach while you keep her from talking. She’s not impatient or complaining. If anything, a quiet thrill runs through her.
You slide your hands down to the back of her thighs and gently lift her. Hyewon wraps her legs around your waist with a soft, surprised gasp, her arms tightening around your neck as you carry her into the bedroom. You lower Hyewon onto the bed with care and your body follows hers down until she’s cradled beneath you with her hair spilling across the sheets. Your lips trail along her jaw and neck as you settle between her thighs, savoring the warmth of her skin and the way her fingers tremble slightly while threading through your hair in silent surrender.
Hyewon breaks into a light chuckle as she feels your lips trailing down to her tits that left tingling feelings. “You’re so romantic.”
You smile, taking in the compliment. “Can you turn around and lay flat?” you ask, getting up from her to give Hyewon some space as she does what you asked.
A flush of embarrassment warms her cheeks as she presses her lips together, watching you grab one of the pillows and gently slide it beneath her hips. The soft lift arches her back beautifully, raising her ass towards you.
Gently kneeling over Hyewon, you slowly brush your cock between her folds, sending a jolt throughout her body as you insert your cock gently back inside. She feels half your weight pinning down her lower body and lets out a soft moan.
Greed is getting to her. The mental image of you cumming deep inside her makes Hyewon feel as it should be right to. Your cock is throbbing like you’re begging her to just give you the word. From above, you hear her soft moans, seeing her small hands gripping the bedsheets from the corner of your eyes, mouth parting and clenching each time you thrust deeper. Her eyes keep fluttering open and closing shut like taking your length is the only thing she wants.
“Cum in me. Just say it,” she thinks to herself.
The greed is winning as you gasp, stopping deep inside of her, trying to hold back from cumming. You gently lower yourself and kiss her shoulders. Hyewon can feel how hard your cock is throbbing in her, yet you’re trying to go on for another few minutes.
“Cum,” she forcibly whispers. “Just cum in me,” she lets out an exhausted breath.
You heard her, but you don't answer until after kissing the side of her neck, exhaustedly pulling back just to take in the sight of her gorgeous body laid out on the bed, panting. "You sure?"
“I’ll let you,” she utters, feeling how deep you are inside of her as you adjust your knees from sinking further into her bed.
You savor Hyewon for a few more seconds, your cock lodged deep inside her. You love how she feels, warm and slick, yet unforgivingly tight, as you gently rest a hand on her ass. Before you cum, you want to use every last second to touch her, to yearn for her body one final time before cumming. She's smiling, you catch it from the corner of your eye. You know she wants this kind of attention, to be touched, to have someone who wanted the same as her. Hyewon closes her eyes as the comfort of her bed and the weight of you on top cradle her.
You know she's exhausted after all of this, the couch, the dining table, the bedroom, all those kisses. Hyewon doesn't move an inch, savoring the way you fucked her into exhaustion.
Slowly pushing yourself to continue, you gently pull out until only the tip remains, then drive back in as your cock throbs and Hyewon lets out a louder whimper. Then once more, throbbing harder, pulling back out before sinking in slower as a quiet grunt escapes you. She knows by now how long you've been holding back.
"Hyewon," you softly murmur, panting harder as your cock begins to throb violently inside her. You let out a desperate grunt, planting both hands firmly on the bed beside her head. Your legs stiffen, hips pressing hard against her ass as you hold yourself there, unable to pull back even an inch. Your forehead drops to the back of Hyewon’s neck, lips brushing her skin as her name barely makes it out of your mouth a second time while you’re cumming in her. It feels like you're impregnating her with everything you have, and right now that doesn't feel wrong at all.
She shuts her eyes tight from how deep and hard you're cumming inside her. Hyewon lets out a quiet gasp that quickly dissolves into long, erotic moans. Your breath hitches sharply in your throat, turning into a deep groan. Hyewon loves that, the raw, broken, desperate tone of your voice when you're cumming hard inside her. It makes her clench tighter around you as if she's trying to pull even more out of you.
Your hips twitch and jerk uncontrollably, grinding forward instinctively to push your load even deeper. Another low, strained groan escapes you, the kind she craves that’s rough and helpless, completely lost in the pleasure of emptying yourself into her. Until the final pulse fades, you’re left utterly drained and chest heaving above her back. You stay inside Hyewon for a long moment and brush her hair aside, going in for a kiss along her shoulder and the nape of her neck.
“You okay?” you whisper hoarsely, voice still thick with pleasure and affection. She hums weakly in response, eyes still closed, a small, satisfied smile on her lips. You carefully lift your weight off her, just enough for your cock to slip out and get the last few drops of left over cum onto her ass. You stare at her again, from her pretty face, to her shoulders, down her gorgeous back, and to her ass that your cock is in between. “Stay still,” you force yourself to say and get off the bed.
Hyewon sees you quickly leaving the room to get something to wipe off the cum left over on her ass. In those quiet moments alone, her heart flutters even more. A warm feeling spreads through her chest as she lays still, face half-buried in the pillow, body still tingling. The way you immediately went to take care of her without hesitation, without needing to be asked makes her feel cherished. She bites her lip softly, a small, content smile forming as she listens for your returning footsteps.
Returning to the room with a warm, damp paper towel in hand, you climb back onto the bed carefully so you don’t startle her. Hyewon stays lying on her stomach and breathes softly into the pillow.
Gently, almost reverently, you press the warm towel against her skin. You start by wiping the streaks of cum that’s on her ass, cleaning her smooth cheeks with slow strokes. Then you move lower, softly parting her thighs just enough to wipe the cum dripping from her pussy. You take your time by being extra gentle as you clean every trace of your cum from her. Hyewon’s relaxed under your touch, melting deeper into the mattress, clearly enjoying the soft, caring way you’re taking care of her.
“Thank you,” she quietly murmurs to you, then saying it again in her head. Once you finish wiping her off, you quickly clean yourself and throw it in the trash bin beside her dresser before returning into the bed. You turn Hyewon over and get in between her legs, kissing her stomach, up to her tits, and until your lips find hers. It was the cherry on top that she couldn’t ask for.
You’re both overly satisfied. It’s just that you both can’t afford to stop kissing, and maybe, that’s where mistakes could happen if she stays longer in your arms. She grabs onto both your biceps with gentle pressure to feel your flexed muscles holding yourself up.
Hyewon knew your name since the beginning of today, but never has she said it until now as she quietly whispers your name once you trail your lips down to her neck. You fail to even continue kissing and only look at her. Maybe she did moan your name at some point but you didn’t catch it at all.
“Hmm?” you murmur.
“Nothing,” she shyly chuckles, staring at you, getting all shy and presses her lips.
You slowly get up and off the bed as you give out your hand to pull her up without a word. She instantly takes your hand and gets off the bed to stand in front of you.
“Is he going to kiss me again? Can he go a little longer?” she thinks to herself, meeting each other’s eyes again. Even if Hyewon’s exhausted, if that’s what you were going for, she’ll meet your lips with equal need. If you weren’t, then she’ll take it as is.
“I’ll go bring our clothes,” you tell her.
She smiles, “Okay.”
While you walk out the room, she opens her closet to put on a comfortable set of clothes. The sun is still up. It’s almost two in the afternoon as you take out your phone from your pants to check the time and see two missed calls before putting your clothes back on. You felt like time went unexpectedly slow today.
Walking back to Hyewon with her clothes in your hand, the timing was spot on as you both almost bump into each other at the door.
“Sorry,” you both say and chuckle.
“Bathroom?” you quickly ask.
“Yeah,” she shyly whispers.
You turn to the side to give her space to leave the bedroom. “Where can I put your clothes?”
“Oh, just set it on the bed. I’ll take care of it,” she replies as you gesture her to walk out first.
Hyewon steps out as you walk back in her room and she turns around, “Um, do you have to go somewhere after this?”
“I do, but I’m not in a rush.”
“I don’t want you to be late,” she says.
You collect your thoughts, not wanting to say the obvious of staying beside her for a little longer after having sex. You don’t want Hyewon to feel any kind of guilt on herself.
So you chuckle, wanting to tease her as you clear your throat. “You want me to stay, don’t you?”
“Yeah—no, no, I- I just don’t want to waste your time,” she embarrassingly chuckles after the slight panic.
The hard truth is, you should leave and not stay longer than you should. You know this.
Because she did make your heart flutter the moment you two look at each other again. Her eyes meet yours with such soft vulnerability and warmth that it hits you straight in the chest. They’re glossy, sparkling with leftover pleasure and something deeper, maybe even a little shyness now after having sex. A faint, tired smile curves her lips as she gazes up at you once more.
“It’s um… okay if you need to be somewhere,” she breaks the silence.
You feel like shit, only because those miss calls are somewhat an important matter, but you still want to at least stay for a little longer and keep her company.
So you lean against the door frame and try to take the unsaid hints she’s trying to tell you. “Be honest with me,” you softly smile.
“It’s okay if you have to leave. I’m serious,” she chuckles.
You’re overthinking this, and it was right to do so. She’s letting you go, understanding that you have to be somewhere. But she’d love for you stay for a little longer if there was time.
“Go use the bathroom, I’ll be in the living room waiting,” you say.
She shyly chuckles, holding herself back from a smile that would be definitely embarrassing. “Okay.”
As you walk back to the living room and she’s in the bathroom, you sit on the couch, remembering how it all started here with a kiss, then she undid your shirt and both of you ended up at the dining table the next, until getting into her bed. You can still vividly feel her warm touch and hear the way she moans quietly in your arms. The look in her eyes were desperate enough that you wanted to be the man she decides to not hide anything to.
The moment Hyewon walks out, she can tell there’s something more intimate in the air as you look right at her walking to you. It’s when she understood that you two could have at least be someone to each other, but she thinks she’ll only do you harm.
“May— can I uh, walk you out my door?” she says, smiling, almost in a sad way.
You stand up and follow her as she walks you to the door and grabs your coat for you.
Life gives you two a few more seconds to linger as you both settle at the door before she opens. Hyewon can only look at you putting on your coat, remembering how warm and gentle you were, the kisses that grew her even more hungry. It almost feels heartbreaking, like a fragile, invisible thread was stretching out until it breaks in half once you step out.
Hyewon opens the door, hesitantly until it opens wide. “Thanks for um… spending time with me.”
You can tell from the look on her face. There’s no regret or anything against you, but the obvious look of, “I wish you could stay a little longer.”
So you give her a smile, “Thanks for having me.”
After you step out her home, the door closes and she stands there for a moment, her hand still resting on the handle. She looks back at the living room, eyes quietly scanning, hoping for something, anything left behind that could be an excuse to open the door again.
There’s nothing left.
The house turns quiet again as Hyewon slowly walks over to the kitchen to fill a cup with water.
"I should have asked if he was hungry," she murmurs to herself, staring at nothing in particular. "Did he even eat before seeing me?"
The thought catches her off guard with how much she means it. She sets the cup down and moves before she can talk herself out of it by back to the door and pulling it open just enough to lean out into the hallway.
You weren’t there.
Down the hall, the elevator doors slide shut. On the other side of them, you lean your back against the wall, hands in your coat pockets, eyes on the floor after pressing lobby. The hum of the elevator fills the silence around you.
Hyewon closes her door slowly, the latch clicking into place without a sound. She stays there in the stillness, back against the door, eyes tracing the familiar walls of her home that somehow feel a little less hers now. The scent of you still lingers on her. The couch, the dining table, her bed, all of it holding the shape of something that came and went too quickly. She wraps her arms around herself, not from cold, but from the absence of your warmth she didn't get enough of. A small, tired smile crosses her lips.