Chapter 2

Unlocking your front door shouldn't be this difficult, but there's a Chuu currently cradled in your arms and her impatience is only making it harder.

"Hurry up, I'm drying up down there," she huffs.

You fiddle with your keys some more, trying and failing to get it into the keyhole. "I'm trying, but—"

"If you say it's because I'm heavy, I'll kill you."

Finally, the door clicks open. You don't even bother kicking off your shoes or turning on the lights; after seeing the video she sent you earlier, all either of you can think about is getting to a bedroom.

"So," you lay her down on the bed, taking in her lacy white dress, "what's the concept of the new music video supposed to be?"

"You're seriously asking that now?" Chuu grabs your collar and forces your lips onto hers. Like the flip of a switch, your body begins to move with practiced ease as you grind against her, feeling up her familiar curves.

"I was just curious," you say during a momentary pause for air.

"Well, I'm horny."

The pause doesn't last long. You lay claim to her throat, marring her porcelain skin with hot pinks and reds, branding her as yours and yours alone. Chuu's hands sneak under your shirt, you respond with a trace up her thigh; a consistent trading of blows where both of you win in the end. You can see the want in the way she squirms, hear it in the way she mewls your name, feel it in how her muscles tense and relax under your touch.

Her dress, as beautiful as it is, only serves to get in the way of what you really want. Tug it up her torso, get rid of all the little barriers until they're forgotten pieces of fabric littering your floor.

"I figured you might've already finished earlier," you say, kneeling in worship before her ready cunt. The scent of her sex never fails to intoxicate you.

"I'm not that crazy." Her plump bottom lip gets caught between her teeth as you pepper her thighs in kisses. "My manager would've definitely—ah—found out if I came in the car."

"You always were the noisy one." Case in point: as you lick a long, slow line up to her clit, a steady stream of garbled vowels flow from her lips, crescendoing as you flick your tongue against her sweet spot.

"God, please just shut up and eat me out," she begs.

"Yes ma'am."

Chuu becomes the definition of pleasure as you get to work between her legs: back arching off the bed, eyes squeezed shut, fingers gripping your hair for dear life. Making love to her is a science you've perfected; you even have her specific reactions memorized. A flick of your tongue, her legs squeeze your head. A drag of your finger there, a rough "Oh" rips from her throat. Put too much attention on her thighs, she'll pull you right back into her core.

You know her tics, she knows yours. That's the key to a healthy relationship, really: complete obsession.

"Oh my fucking god," Chuu bucks her hips desperately against your tongue, "I fucking love you."

You answer back by doubling down, eager to give her the release that she so badly craves. Work your tongue until it's sore, drink up every last drop of her, eat her out like a starving man to a cornucopia. You can say you love her a thousand times, but there's better things for your mouth to be doing.

"Yes! Oh my god!" Her breathing gets heavier, as if her body is using all its power just to keep itself together. "Just like that!"

Finally, your hard work pays off; Chuu tenses up as wave after wave of pleasure rolls through her like a tsunami. The pressure of her thighs against your skull increases tenfold, muffling your other senses until all you can feel is the taste of her nectar. She practically squeezes your head off, but it wouldn't be so bad, you think, to die at this very moment. In fact, you welcome the possibility.

Eventually, her body goes lax and you're back to the world of the living. You travel upwards, trailing a line of kisses from her navel, the valley of her breasts, the underside of her chin, all the way to the tippy top of her forehead.

"How'd I do?" you ask softly, brushing a strand of hair off her damp face.

She smiles up at you. "A+, as usual," Chuu coos. A slow arm trails behind your neck as she closes the distance. "I've been needing that all week."

"Are you stressed?" You draw circles against the soft curves of her back.

She shrugs. "Work as usual." Her fingers get lost in your hair, gently tugs like pinpricks on the back of your head. "How was dinner?"

"Nothing compared to the meal I just had," you joke, earning a light slap on the chest.

"I thought you said that I was 'gross'."

"I was kidding."

Chuu presses a small kiss to your collarbone. "I know."

A flicker of moonlight streams in through the curtains, reflecting against her eyes. All at once, you're reminded of why you fell so hard for in the first place: how beautiful she is, inside and out, her abundance of hard work and talent, how a day never passes by where she doesn't have a smile on her face.

You're reminded again when the soft skin of her hand grips your throbbing member. "Mind if I return the favor?" she asks, all casual and doll-eyed.

"I don't see why not."

With a smirk, Chuu makes her downwards until she's eye level with your shaft. "It's so much bigger than the picture."

"Don't say that," you chuckle, "You'll inflate my ego."

"What? It's just a fact: you have a huge fucking cock." She punctuates her statement with a kiss to your tip, some of your essence sticking to her plump lips.

You cup her cheek, feeling her put weight into your touch. "You're too good to me."

"I can be bad, too." Chuu shoots an exaggerated bite of her lip while pumping your cock with slow but firm strokes. "Pick your poison."

"Chef's choice," you reply.

She playfully rolls her eyes at you before licking a long line on the underside of your shaft.

"Yes sir."

Your tip disappears into her mouth, beginning the challenge of fitting your entire length. Slowly, inch by inch gets enveloped into the wet heat past her lips, taking your head to cloud nine.

You've always loved the way her face looks as she swallows your cock, and she knows this. The way her round eyes look up at you for approval, the way her cheeks bulge with your girth, the way her nostrils flare as she tries not to choke. As she gets stuck a little more than half weight down your length, Chuu grabs your hand and places it on the back of her head, forcing you to push her down.

"You're doing so good, baby," you praise.

Pull her hair into a makeshift ponytail, force her down until her eyes roll into the back of her head. You feel her tongue work against your shaft, trying to push more of you into her throat. She's so willing—even as her neck burns, even as the tears pool atop her eyelid—to destroy herself for you, to let you use her however you see fit. Her love outweighs her need for self-preservation.

Chuu eventually comes up for air, saliva dripping from her lips and coughing like a smoker. She's never looked prettier.

"Are you alright?" you ask.

"Yeah, just—" She doesn't let herself finish, too busy obsessing over your skin to think straight. Her lips kiss anything she couldn't reach the first time around, like leaving any inch of you unworshipped was a cardinal sin. Sweats beads off her forehead, brow furrowed in concentration, and the whole image turns you into a madman.

You utter her name for no other reason than to feel the syllables of her move past your throat.

"Chuu."

A flash of a grin. "Yes, my love?" She continues her slow strokes against your cock, glistening with her spit and devotion. The insouciance of it all—smiling up at you like it's just another Wednesday, her face all disheveled and fucked-out—"obsession" doesn't even begin to describe how you feel about her.

"I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you."

"That's the sexiest thing you've said all night," she giggles.

No more words are needed; you know how she wants it.

Chuu quickly scrambles on all fours, face braced against a pillow and her hips ready to take you. Drink in the sight of her waiting cunt before pushing forward, drawing out a long "Ha" from her lips. Her impatience shows in the way she bucks her hips back, wanting to take all of you at once.

"Harder. Please," she whimpers. It's rude to keep a girl waiting.

Like the gentleman you are, you press a sweet kiss onto Chuu's back before digging your fingers into the flesh of her hips and filling the room with the harsh percussion of your lovemaking. Your bodies sync up almost instantly, working in tandem to get the other off. She meets every thrust, arches her back just right, even looks behind her with eyes that ask "Am I doing good? Do you like it?"

"Holy fuck, I love you," you hum, reaching around to rub her clit. Chuu's legs nearly give out, the octave of her moans growing rougher as she fights to stay up.

"You're so—mmph!—fucking good to me," she cries. "I love you, please don't stop."

You change the rhythm to slow yet deep strokes, pushing her to the brink as you force her to feel each inch get swallowed by her walls. Pull out until just the tip is left, before repeating the cycle again and again and again.

"J-just like that! Oh shit, I'm—" The words die in her throat, reduced to a messy string of vowels as you feel her tighten around your length. She won't be able to take much longer; she knows she won't be able to much longer, and yet, her body still moves, eagerly taking your cock until the very end.

When the room goes silent, you know she's passed the finish line.

You hold her, pressing a kiss to her temple as she trembles in your arms. "You did so good," you whisper, "Such a good girl."

As she finally comes to, you begin to move, but Chuu stops you. "Don't pull out yet," she utters weakly. "Just hold me."

Still nestled inside her warmth, you hold her close, listening to the sound of her breathing. Light puffs of air brush against your chest, so soft they're barely imperceptible.

"Are you falling asleep?" you ask.

"I could," she pulls in closer, "but you didn't finish yet."

"How considerate of you," you chuckle. Chuu shifts slightly, making your cock twitch against her velvet walls. "Where would you like me?"

"Hmm." Chuu makes a show of pondering for a while, index finger tapping her chin as if she's deliberating the secrets of the cosmos. "Maybe… here?" She winks, pointing a slender finger right at her face.

"I think we can have that arranged."

You sit at the edge of the bed with Chuu kneeling in between your thighs, eyeing your length with an intense love. "Have I ever told you how much I love your cock?" she giggles, stroking you eagerly.

"Y'know, I don't think it ever came up," you quip.

"Well, I do." Her plump lips plant a kiss onto your tip. "It's so big and thick, it destroys me every time you fuck me."

You can't help but laugh. "Christ, you're really spoiling me now. What, do you want some money or something?"

She shakes her head, lips curled into a grin. "Just showing my appreciation. But, we did have an arrangement here," Chuu says, her hand becoming more insistent.

You brush stray hairs out of her face, the pressure building with each jerk of her arm. "Patience. You'll get your prize."

To speed up the process, her tongue dances across your tip as she looks up at you in that way she knows you love: all that eager impatience sending you closer and closer to the edge. Your hand finds the back of her skull, pulling her closer so not a single drop gets wasted onto the floor.

"Please cum for me. Paint my fucking face. I want it so badly," she whines, desperation oozing in her voice.

Everything turns into a thick haze as your brain floods with dopamine. An intense wave of pleasure surges through you, culminating into thick ropes of your hot seed spraying onto the face of your lover. Forehead, cheeks, lips, nothing on her visage goes uncovered.

Chuu is a beautiful mess by the end of it. "Mmm, you came so much for me," she says, scooping globs of your cum off her cheek and into her mouth. It's downright filthy; you can't help but watch in adoration.

"You're welcome, I guess." You reach for your discarded t-shirt on the ground and use it to wipe the remnants of your essence off her face.

"Such a gentleman, too," she adds with a cheeky grin. "Keep this up and I might have to marry you."

"We already have a dress picked out. Wherever it is."

Chuu crawls on top of you, pulling the sullied sheets over your bodies. Under the covers feels all hot and sticky, but neither of you care; you're exactly where you want to be.

"I want a nice expensive ring. No cheap shit," she yawns, pressing her face against your chest.

"I can do that." Your arms comfortably slot around her waist.

"And a big cake too," she adds. "Anything but plain vanilla. I want something fun."

"Mhm."

The smell of her clean shampoo mingles with the lingering scent of sex, creating this heady mix that lulls you further and further into dreamland.

"And," she tries and fails to bite back a yawn, "no doves. They freak me out."

"Got it." Press a kiss against her forehead before the exhaustion takes you out. "No doves."

"Also, I…"

The rest of her demands for your hypothetical wedding are reduced to murmurs, tucked away in a corner of Chuu's mind, right next to the you-shaped space that permanently resides there.