Chapter 37: Making Love, Lovingly, to My Love

Saturday | January 13th, 2024 | 8:14 PM

"Oh, Minjae!" I heard a voice call out as I walked towards the dorm building. Sakura was walking out of her building, dressed casually with her school bag over her shoulders. She noticed me first and greeted me, waving.

"Oh, hey! Where are you headed to?" I asked, slowing my pace a bit as I approached her.

"Just going out to meet with someone," Sakura replied. She was smiling a little and had a small sparkle in her eye. She was a bit flushed but she was still glowing. I could tell she had some light makeup on.

"Oh, is this a date?" I teased, noticing how she was dressed and putting the pieces together. Her top was a loose, off-the-shoulder crop-top, exposing a little bit of her toned stomach. It was a cute and casual top, but also revealed her collarbones and neck, which felt out of character for the more introverted girl I came to know.

"I wouldn't call it that," Sakura pouted, blushing and crossing her arms. I couldn't help but smile at the way she was reacting.

"Well, whatever it is, you look good," I complimented.

"Thank you," Sakura replied, a wide grin growing. Her eyes lit up, and she straightened her back a bit, "Lucky for you though, I'll be out for the entire night so you and Chaewon can have the place to yourselves."

She followed that up with a curious eyebrow raise, but I scoffed. Who does she think I am?

"You're too kind," I joked, laughing. "But, don't let me keep you, please. Have a good night and good luck with your 'date'," I put a lot of emphasis on the word and grinned.

"Ugh, whatever, Minjae, bye," Sakura grumbled, walking away from me.

"Bye, have fun," I chuckled, watching her walk away. As soon as she turned the corner and was out of sight, I made my way inside of their dorm building and headed to their room. Arriving at the door, I knocked and waited for her.

It took a few moments before the door unlocked and opened and she appeared in the doorway. Chaewon was wearing a casual t-shirt with pajama pants and she was standing barefoot. Her face lit up when she saw me and she jumped a bit in place.

"Minjae!" Chaewon exclaimed, jumping forward and wrapping her arms around my neck. Smiling, I held her waist and hugged her back.

"Hey, Chaewon," I breathed out. This week had been long and I really needed this hug. I had even lifted her off the ground for a moment before letting her go and placing her back on the floor. "How are you?"

"Better now that you're here," She replied, grinning. Chaewon pulled back and took my hand, pulling me inside. Her hand was so soft and warm, and it was always a nice feeling. The tugs on my arm were gentle, but she was excited, I could tell.

Once we were inside the room, she turned and wrapped her arms around my neck again. We hugged each other for a bit, and the embrace was a comforting one, her soft hair was against my cheek and her warm body was pressed against mine. I could smell her shampoo and her sweet scent was lingering on her. Her grip was tight, and the hug was passionate.

"You're excited, huh," I teased.

"I haven't seen you in a while, and since the semester is picking up, I don't know when we'll have time again," She complained. I could feel her head rub against mine and her arms tighten around me.

"C'mon Chae, you know I'll come whenever I want to see you," I said, rubbing her back.

"I know," Chaewon murmured. I felt her pull back and the warmth of her body dissipate. Her hands were on my shoulders and she was smiling up at me, "I know you would, but it doesn't make me miss you any less."

Her eyes perked, "Ah, school is always important, though," Chaewon added. Her eyebrows furrowed and lips dropped into a tiny frown, hammering her point.

"Of course, I know that," I agreed, nodding.

"I was gonna say," Chaewon pouted, looking down. I chuckled and sat down at her desk, and she followed, standing next to me.

"I ran into Sakura outside, she looked nice," I remarked, trying to change the subject. Chaewon's frown was quickly replaced with a smile and her eyes grew a bit.

"Yeah, she has a date tonight," She explained, "She was getting all pretty for this guy, but she wouldn't tell me anything else."

"Hmm, that's good for her," I nodded.

"I said the same thing," Chaewon sighed. "She needs a good man that'll take her out of the house."

"Well, if it makes you feel better, you'll have me all night," I offered, and she smiled, and a small blush spread on her face.

"I can live with that," She responded, "Are you hungry?"

"A little," I nodded. A little was a total understatement. I did not eat at all today and I really don't know why. I spent the afternoon just chilling in my dorm until I left for Chaewon's.

"Well, I've got some snacks," She pointed underneath her bed at a bin of chips, candies, and chocolates. "And I might have some leftover food from Eunchae," Chaewon directed her finger towards the mini-fridge.

"From Eunchae?"

"Yeah, the girl spoils us and cooks for us sometimes, she's an angel," She smiled and looked fondly at the fridge.

"That's nice of her to do that," I commented.

"Oh, totally," Chaewon nodded, "She's not bad at cooking either. She said she wants to keep cooking for us so she can keep getting better at it."

"That's sweet," I responded.

"I think she likes having an audience," Chaewon chuckled, "Or maybe it's her love language or something. She's a pretty great person, so I'll watch her cook, no problem."

"So what does she make," I stood up from the desk and approached the small fridge.

"Well, a couple of days ago, she made chicken. It was a whole bunch of grilled chicken breast and thighs with a sweet-spicy glaze," Chaewon recalled, and her voice got a little whiny, "I'm telling you, Minjae, that was some good shit. You've gotta try her cooking when it's not reheated."

"Sounds tasty," I chuckled, squatting down in front of the fridge and opening it. "I could eat a whole chicken right now, damn," I spoke, glancing over at Chaewon and seeing her laugh. I looked inside of her fridge and took note of the Tupperware containers stacked inside. I took one out and saw a sticky note on top, the text reading: Bulgogi.

"You mind if I try this bulgogi," I asked, turning the container in my hand.

"Oh, please," Chaewon urged, waving her hands. "She made plenty, I already had a lot."

"Well, then," I smiled and stood up, opening the lid of the container to a pile of bulgogi and a serving of rice. Chaewon moved past me and opened the microwave.

"Let me warm it up for you," She told me, grabbing the container out of my hands and placing it into the microwave. She set the timer and clicked a button, the appliance humming to life and heating the meat.

"Thanks," I thanked.

"Yeah, no problem," She replied, turning around and smiling. Chaewon crossed her arms and leaned against her bed. I was still squatting in front of the fridge, and our eyes met.

"What," I chuckled.

"Nothing," She smiled. Chaewon shifted, leaning on one leg and propping her head up on her elbow, her fingers playing with her lips.

"You're acting funny," I stated, tilting my head and examining her.

"Am I?"

"You are."

Chaewon giggled, "Is it wrong for me to be happy about you being here?"

"It's not," I responded, smiling and feeling my chest flutter. She was being super cute right now and it was really tugging on my heart. I stood up, towering over her. Chaewon's smile was still on her face and her eyes were bright. She was gazing up at me, and her gaze was soft and loving.

The microwave dinged and we were interrupted, the appliance signaling that my meal was ready. Chaewon turned, opening the door and taking the hot food out for me. She gave the meal to me and we migrated towards the bed, sitting down on her sheets.

I placed the food down and started digging in, immediately getting a taste of the juicy, chewy meat. It was a perfect blend of sweet and spicy, the bulgogi was seasoned with salt and pepper, and a little bit of sugar and chili sauce.

"Damn, Eunchae can cook," I remarked, chewing. "Remind me to compliment her next time I see her."

"She'll be so happy," Chaewon chuckled, laying down beside me, "That girl can use a compliment."

"What makes you say that? She seems like a nice girl," I inquired, continuing to eat.

"She is," Chaewon agreed. "But if you're around her as long as I am and the others, she tends to get too much in her head."

"Huh," I grunted.

"She's very sensitive, and she tends to get worried and anxious easily. It's a shame, really," Chaewon's face fell and her eyebrows furrowed. She rolled onto her back and looked up at the ceiling. I scooped another mouthful and turned, glancing at her.

"I never really noticed," I stated.

"Well, she hides it well from others. We see it all the time, but it's hard to spot if you aren't with her constantly," She explained.

"So, what's the best thing to do?"

"Be nice, and make sure she's okay," Chaewon answered. "We're good at doing that, especially Sakura."

"Yeah," I nodded, understanding. "I'll remember that."

"Good," She replied, a small smile forming. "You're great with her. She likes you, I'm pretty sure."

"I hope so."

"What about the others? What do you think of them?" Chaewon turned her head, facing me. Her hair was sprawled all over the place and she was staring up at me.

"They're really nice, they're great people. They're all so friendly, and I like how chill they are," I answered. "Why?"

"Well, I want them to like you," She said. "And it's just nice to know what you think about them, too."

"You care about me, don't you?" I grinned.

"Maybe just a little," Chaewon murmured in a sarcastic tone, her voice dropping low. She sat up, looking over at me and her eyes were full of playfulness.

"Uh-huh," I muttered, smirking.

"That reminds me, though," Chaewon suddenly sat up, crossing her legs. "Yunjin wanted to know if you'd be free in February, sometime around the start of the month."

"Oh? What for?" I asked, scrapping the sides of the container, searching for any remnants of food.

"Well, first, Sakura's cousin from Japan is visiting her and she's going to be staying with us for, I think a week? Anyways, Yunjin suggested the girls hang out at hers for like a game night, maybe some drinking," Chaewon's eyes perked up. "She also said it'd be fun if we invited you. They seemed to like you, so I think you should go."

"Oh, that's fun," I hummed. "I'll have to look into it, but I'm sure I could swing something."

"Cool, just let us know," She nodded.

"Yeah, I'll keep that in mind. That's fun, though, that sounds cool," I repeated, leaning forward to place the empty dish on top of her desk. "Let her know I said thanks for the invite."

"It's no problem," She responded, sitting down on her bed. Chaewon crossed her legs and patted the space next to her, inviting me over. I straightened out my sweatpants and joined her, making myself comfortable while I scooted in. Chaewon wiggled herself underneath her blanket and pulled it over my legs, and leaned against my shoulder.

"How was your day?" I asked, wrapping an arm around her and holding her waist. She rested her head on me, and snuggled against my side.

"It was fine," She shrugged, "Nothing special. Although, one of my professors already assigned a project, which sucks, but he gave us a whole month before we have to turn it in, so."

"Damn, that's tough," I remarked, patting her hip. "I'll help you with it."

"If you don't have anything going on," Chaewon quickly added, shaking her head. "You have your own school to worry about."

"I'll find time," I reassured, squeezing her hip.

"Alright, just, let me know, okay? I'd hate to get in the way," She told me, and she lifted her head, her gaze meeting mine. "What about you, how was your first week?"

"It was fine, pretty simple enough," I answered, "It's a new semester so I don't know what to expect yet."

"Yeah, that's true," Chaewon hummed, her head leaning against me again. "What type of classes are you taking?"

"Uh, let's see, my computer science class, a Sociology class, an English class, and a Biology II class," I listed off. "Oh, that reminds me, I’m taking that Biology class with Kazuha and Minji."

"Oh, yeah, Kazuha told me that already," She giggled. "She's excited about having you in her class. I think you and Minji will be great study buddies. The two of you seem alike."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah, from the conversations that we've had," Chaewon said. "She seems like a focused and studious girl. She's a very serious person, but Kazuha and her seem close. You'll like her."

"Yeah, we'll see," I remarked.

"Anyways," Chaewon spoke up. "Got any other interesting people in your classes?"

"Uh," I answered, and paused, thinking for a moment. "Actually, there are. There was a girl in my English class, she already knew about me from Jennie and Xiaoting. Her name is Cho Miyeon, she's a fashion major just like them. She seems nice enough, and we talked a bit, but it wasn't much."

"Ooh, another girl friend," Chaewon teased, giggling a bit, "Ooh, Cho Miyeon, you sound pretty excited."

"Friend, friend," I stressed, laughing a bit. "Miyeon's nice, though. She's a real friendly girl. This was this other girl in my computer science class, her name was Park Minju and we bonded a bit over gaming."

"Another girl, hm?"

"Yes, another girl," I smirked, "You getting jealous?"

"I can't be jealous if they could have you," She stated, her voice getting a little playful. Chaewon was never the jealous type, probably since she was so sure of how much I was hers. It was almost sexy how confident she was.

"Hmm," I hummed, and I thought for a moment. "In my last class, my sociology class, there's a couple of girls that sit next to me." I almost hesitated for a moment before mentioning them, "Do you remember Haerin?"

Chaewon frowned, "Um, the name sounds familiar. You might have to remind me."

I thought for a moment, trying to see how to maneuver this sort of sensitive topic. Chaewon was fine with my previous relationships before we started dating again, but it still felt uncomfortable for me to bring her up.

"Well, she was the girl I was interested in for a little bit like at the start of last semester," I began, carefully choosing my words.

"Oh, yeah, I remember," She perked up, her face brightening a bit. "Oh, Haerin, right. The study buddy."

"Right," I nodded, "She's actually in my class. And her other friends as well."

"That's nice," Chaewon hummed. She didn't sound bothered at all by this fact.

"Yeah, well, they're cool," I concluded, leaving the rest unsaid. Chaewon started laughing, and I looked down, meeting her gaze.

"You know, you don't have to act like a kid trying to tell their parents that they stole a cookie. I'm not gonna go crazy or anything, silly," She laughed, reaching up and poking my cheek. "I'm not gonna get jealous over you knowing other girls."

"I know, I know," I responded, chuckling a bit. "I guess it's just hard to talk about."

"Minjae, it's not a big deal."

"It's not," I repeated, trying to convince myself more than her. I'm reminded of my parents and their whole situation. I always wanted to avoid that and now that I was back with Chaewon, I was doing everything I could to make sure she wouldn't be the next victim. Chaewon is someone I care about deeply, and if anything were to happen, I don't think I'd know how to react.

That's why she can't find out about the real me, the one who preys and steals the panties of the women that he desires. It's a disgusting hobby that is a complete lie from my public life. As long as my love for Chaewon exceeded that of my urges, everything would be fine. I can't hurt Chaewon and lose her again.

"C'mon, relax," She laughed, shaking me out of my thoughts. Her hand was resting on top of mine, and her fingers were gently running along my knuckles. It was nice. This is the comfort that I love so much. Just being able to have her in my arms and cuddling and talking and laughing. I wanted to savor the weight of her in my arms and her warmth, and the smell of her.

I was lost in her for a second. It felt like it was only me and her. In a way, it was. We were in her dorm, alone, with nothing else to do. It was a moment of pure peace.

"Right, right," I shook my head, clearing it. "Anyways, what about you? Have you found any new friends or classmates or whatever."

Chaewon laid still for a while and she didn't answer. For a moment, I thought she fell asleep. Her fingers were no longer dancing along my skin. I glanced down at her, wondering if I had said something wrong before she shook her head, her hair tickling my neck, "No."

"You don't have anyone you want to talk about?" I inquired, tilting my head a bit.

"No," She repeated.

The blunt answer took me off guard, and I didn't know how to reply. Chaewon wasn't being snappy or annoyed, she sounded more indifferent. Her body was relaxed, and she was holding onto my arm, her thumb starting to stroke the inside of my wrist.

"Huh," I uttered, dumbfounded.

"What?" She asked, and her head rose from my shoulder. Chaewon was gazing up at me, a soft, inquisitive look in her eyes.

"I dunno, just expected more than a 'no'," I commented. I wasn't sure what I was so concerned about. Something just felt off, like this wasn't Chaewon.

"Oh, well," She replied, her tone light, "There's nothing more. That's all."

"Have you talked to anyone at all in your classes? Like, besides Sakura and the other girls, I mean?" I questioned.

"Nope," Chaewon shrugged, her voice was a little nonchalant.

"Really," I pressed, frowning.

"Mhm," She hummed, nodding her head.

"Huh," I responded. I noticed her demeanor changed and her expression hardened, becoming more serious. Her little finger was tracing the bottom of my palm and her body was rigid against mine.

"Are you okay," I asked, and I tried to meet her gaze. She avoided eye contact, looking off at the wall.

"Yep," Chaewon answered. She turned her head towards me, smiling softly. "I'm fine." I know damn well, she wasn't fine.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I urged, squeezing her hip a little tighter. "C'mon Chae, you know I'm here."

For a moment, I felt softness in her rigid body and her expression loosened. Then, a sigh left her mouth and she rolled her eyes, pushing her head back into my arm.

"It's nothing, I just don't really interact with the people in my classes. I have no friends," Chaewon admitted, shrugging. "Sakura and the girls are the only friends that I have at school. I don't talk to anyone."

Now I knew what that unease I felt was about. Chaewon not having any friends sounded impossible, again, I was reminded of high school. She was super popular and outgoing. It wasn't an issue for her to make friends, considering almost everyone at school adored her.

"Why?" A hint of concern was in my voice. Chaewon shifted again and met my eyes, her gaze was soft and her pupils were blown. We laid there, looking at each other. It was like Chaewon was deciding in the moment whether or not she wanted to open up, which thankfully, she did.

"I don't feel comfortable," She told me. Her voice was quiet and her eyebrows were furrowed. "It's not like they're bad or anything, it's just that, I can't bring myself to talk to them."

"Is there something specific, or?" I questioned.

"I don't know. I feel out of place. It's hard to explain, but I felt this way since high school," Chaewon started. Her voice was quiet and soft, and her finger was tracing patterns on my shirt.

"Really?" I asked, a little bit astonished.

"Yeah, well, I changed schools in my senior year. I did try to make friends, but people already had their friend groups and well, I didn't have mine anymore. It just felt like I suddenly forgot how to talk to people. I mean, thank god, Sakura was there," Chaewon explained, her lips pursed.

"Damn, and then you went to college," I murmured, trying to understand her feelings. "I mean, everyone's new here, so it should've been fine to try and make friends," I pointed out, hoping it would change her mind.

"I guess I just got comfortable, or lazy, or scared, or something, and well, yeah." She shrugged, "Besides, I feel out of place here too."

"How so?" I tilted my head.

"I don't know, like, the atmosphere, the environment, everything," Chaewon's voice was soft, and her eyebrows furrowed. "Everyone is so smart and driven." She stayed quiet for a bit, like she was finding her thoughts. I held her closer and tried to comfort her, and waited.

"I'm still undecided on my major. Everyone else around me is certain what they're gonna do and have their lives all figured out, and I'm still trying to decide. It feels like I'm lagging behind," Chaewon explained.

Before I could comment, she spoke up, "I'm not even sure what I'm good at, or what I want to do. It makes me feel embarrassed when they ask me what major I am and I have to tell them I don't know, like a child, you know. Even though they're my age. That's so pathetic."

Her vent was surprising. Chaewon was always the girl with the most confidence and drive. It was like a completely different person had come out.

"It's scary to be twenty years old and not knowing what the fuck I'm going to do for the rest of my life. What's worse, is that I can't bring myself to tell anyone that, so I just jump around those situations and questions when they come," She finished, her tone was somber and sad. My eyes were locked on hers and she looked defeated.

"Wow, um, okay, that's a lot to process," I remarked, trying to slip some sort of humor into her. I hugged her tightly and pulled her into my chest, stroking her hair, "You're not pathetic, don't say that."

She remained quiet and buried her face into my chest. It came back to me the times that I asked her about her major and she'd respond the same way, and I thought nothing of it. She was bouncing around me too and trying to get around the question and not answer it.

"It's alright. I get it. Stuff like that is daunting." I told her. "Trust me, a lot of people don't know what they want to do. They're in college just cause they think it's the next step. There's no harm in being confused."

Chaewon's voice was muffled by her position and the fabric of my shirt, "I feel embarrassed."

"It's okay, though," I reassured her. "You'll figure it out, and until then, don't stress too much, okay? You have plenty of time. We aren't going to die until we're like 80, and by then, you'll probably have it figured out."

"Eighty years is a lot," She muttered.

"Yeah, you're right," I agreed. "I'll probably be dead at 50?"

"You're such an idiot," Chaewon mumbled, a giggle escaping her lips. She looked up and her cheeks were slightly pink, her eyes a little watery. "There's that pretty smile," I grinned, reaching down and cupping her face. I wiped a stray tear off of her cheek and smiled.

"I'm sorry, this was stupid. You didn't have to hear that," She apologized, sitting up a bit and wiping her eyes.

"Nah, don't worry. We all have our struggles," I waved it off. "Thank you for telling me though. That must've been tough. I can't imagine keeping that in for so long."

"Yeah," Chaewon replied. She laid back down and nuzzled herself in my arms. We fell silent for a moment. The two of us were laying there, wrapped around each other. Our legs were intertwined and she had her face buried into my neck. Her breath was warm against my skin and I felt the tickle of her hair on my shoulder.

"You're a good listener," Chaewon remarked, her voice light and gentle.

"I'm glad," I breathed, a small smile appeared on my lips.

"Geez, you're gonna make me cry," She whispered, and her tone was teasing. I chuckled and kissed her forehead, and she smiled.

"That's okay. Let's talk later. Are you alright, though?"

"Yes, of course," She nodded, and her hand moved from my collarbone to the back of my neck, her nails lightly scratching the skin.

"Okay," I sighed, relaxing under her touch. "At least now I know why you were avoiding the question at the bowling alley."

Chaewon hummed, and the room fell quiet again.

"Hey," She called out.

"Hmm?"

"I, uh, want to get something off my chest."

"Go ahead," I encouraged, giving her a light squeeze.

"I, um," Chaewon trailed off, and her tone became quieter, "I want you to know that, um, you're important to me. A-And, I don't want you to feel like you need to be someone you're not, around me, or anything, just-"

She stopped, and I heard a slight tremble in her voice. My fingers ran up and down her side, and I waited for her.

"You brought up the bowling alley, and there's something I wanted to bring up," Chaewon said, her voice slow and careful, like she was weighing her words.

"What is it?"

"You remember when you told me you bombed all of your finals last semester?" Chaewon asked, and my stomach dropped. Of course, I do, how could I forget. I felt like absolute shit and Chaewon felt disappointed in me. But, the way she brought it up wasn't harsh. It was calm and nonchalant.

"Yeah," I simply replied.

"I just wanted to explain why I was so, like, bothered when you told me that," She stated.

"Oh," I breathed, and the tension in my muscles relaxed a bit.

"I didn't want you to think that I was being harsh. Or that, um, I didn't believe you," Chaewon continued. "That day, I just didn't take it well because I was upset."

"With me," I asked, tilting my head.

"No, no," She corrected. "Well, partly, but I was mostly upset with myself."

"Yourself," I echoed, puzzled.

"Well yeah, Minjae, you're one of the smartest people that I know. You've always been like that. It's a little annoying sometimes, but you shouldn't have bombed all of those finals. It didn't make sense," Chaewon explained.

"I told you, I didn't study. It was a mistake. There's a lot going on and I lost focus. I wasn't lying," I defended myself.

"No, I get that. I don't think you were lying, or anything. That's not what I was trying to say," Chaewon responded, and she was quick to correct me. "I just started to think, what if it was because of me? Like, maybe it was because I kept bothering you and distracting you. I just felt really bad about it and I got upset with myself."

I blinked, processing her words. It took me a moment to realize that she was blaming herself, for me bombing those finals.

"Wait, really? Chae, no," I shook my head. "God, no. Not at all. You're not a distraction. You're the only thing that keeps me sane, the only good thing I have. It was totally all on me." I pecked her cheek, gave her another one, and another one for fun and gave her a comforting look afterwards. She squealed and laughed, her body wiggling under me and her eyes disappearing underneath her eyelids.

"Minjae, stop," Chaewon giggled, her face pink. "Don't lie to me."

"I'm not," I smiled, kissing her cheeks over and over.

"Minjae," She laughed, trying to push me away.

"Listen, listen," I called, and she quieted down, gazing up at me, her brown eyes were big and beautiful. "It wasn't your fault. It was my fault. In the end, it was my fault for not locking in. You have nothing to blame yourself for. Okay?"

She didn't respond in time so I started attacking her cheeks again until she started squirming and squealing.

"Okay!" Chaewon shrieked, pushing me off of her and sitting up. "Alright, I get it." I couldn't help but chuckle, watching her face. It was bright and a smile was etched on her lips.

"But still, you're a smart person, Minjae. Your future is bright and I want to see you succeed, not fail. So, don't get lazy, okay?" She warned, her voice was gentle, and she poked my chest.

"Right," I nodded. "So is yours, Chaewon. You're so intelligent and talented and creative, and you're going to go places and do amazing things. And, even if you can't see that now, it's alright. I can wait. But, it'll happen," I spoke, and Chaewon listened intently. "I'll do better this semester, just for you. I promise."

Chaewon studied my face. My words hung into the air and her eyes flickered and scanned me, and her expression softened. I promise, with all my heart, to be better and to not disappoint her again.

"Thank you, thank you," She murmured, leaning forward and kissing my jaw. Her hands grabbed the collar of my shirt and tugged me closer.

"Of course," I smiled, "Always." Her lips found mine and our mouths were connected. We moved slowly, savoring each other. Chaewon's lips were sweet and tender, and she felt soft and delicate in my arms. The taste of her was addicting and intoxicating, and I could feel my heart swell and my stomach twist.

My arms tightened around her, closing us in our own bubble. We moved at a steady pace and her lips were gentle, and her breath was hot and heavy against mine. It felt like time stopped for the two of us. I could only feel and hear and smell and taste Chaewon, and everything else melted away.

After what felt like forever, we separated, and our foreheads were pressed together. I could feel the heat of her skin against mine, and the warmth of her breath. Chaewon opened her eyes, her lids heavy, and looked into my own. I was captivated by her. Her pupils were blown and her eyes were dark and inviting, and it made me want to kiss her all over again.

"Minjae," She called.

"Yes?"

"Stay," She requested. "Stay the night."

I blinked and was stunned for a second. Stay. I've never stayed the night at her place, and she's only ever stayed at mine one time.

"I-Is that alright?" I asked, unsure.

"Yeah," Chaewon replied, nodding and giggling. "I want you to."

"Then, I'll stay," I assured, and she gave me the warmest and prettiest smile, and my heart skipped a beat. Her lips reached mine again and she kissed me, her movements were slow and relaxed. Chaewon's hand found my chest and rested, and I could feel her heartbeat through the fabric.

My hand trailed down her waist and rested at her hip, and the other held the side of her face. Chaewon's leg lifted and moved over mine, and she was almost laying on top of me. Her body was flush against mine and I could feel the shape of her body, the softness and warmth. I didn't have any expectations, and it seemed like Chaewon didn't either.

She kissed me with purpose and intent, and it felt different. Our bodies moved together and fit perfectly. The way she kissed me made me dizzy and giddy, and I couldn't think about anything else besides her.

When we finally pulled apart, I felt the blood rushing through my ears and my face was hot. Her eyes darted over my face and a grin formed. She leaned in and gave me a kiss on the lips, then a small peck on the cheek.

"You're beautiful," I breathed, my words were light and airy. Her eyes squinted and the corners of her mouth lifted.

"Stop," She giggled, pushing me gently.

"I'm serious," I grinned. I heard a breath hitch in her throat and she slowly bit her bottom lip. Chaewon's eyes darted away, and her face turned a bright shade of pink.

"You're not fair," She murmured, her voice low.

"How so?"

"Stop," She giggled, pushing me away, and her eyes avoided mine.

"Chaewon," I called, and she slowly looked back at me. I reached for her and cupped her face, stroking her skin.

"Mm?" She hummed.

"C'mere." I tugged her forward and our lips connected again.

It was hard to think of anything but Chaewon. Her lips, her tongue, her taste, her warmth. It all felt amazing. Her touch, the way she was rubbing the back of my neck and moving her body, made my head spin. My brain was foggy and everything felt like a dream. Her words, her comfort, her.

Chaewon completely laid on top of me, her legs were on the outside of mine and her body was pressed against me. I could feel her, every inch of her, and it made me feel like I was floating. Her hair tickled the side of my face and the smell of her shampoo filled my nose, and it was sweet.

Her hands moved from my neck to the collar of my shirt, and her fingers slipped under. I shivered and my heart started pounding in my chest.

"Your heart's beating fast," Chaewon breathed, her lips pulling away. She let out a short chuckle as she moved her hands underneath the bottom hem of my shirt, her fingers grazing the skin. I flinched at the contact and my breathing became unsteady.

"Sorry," I apologized, trying to regain control of myself.

"No, no, don't apologize," She grinned. Her fingers trailed over my abdomen, her touch was delicate and her hands were cold, and her nails scratched lightly. Chaewon's thumb ran across the middle, and her hand was flat against me.

"Is this okay?" She asked, and her voice was so soft and innocent. I couldn't help but stare. Chaewon's cheeks were dusted with a light shade of pink, and her lips were plump and parted, and her hair was falling over her shoulders. She looked so perfect.

"Yeah," I answered, breathless. Her hand roamed around my stomach and up to my chest, and her touch was careful and curious. I could tell she was studying me.

"This okay?" Chaewon questioned, her eyes were gentle and her fingers traced along the curves of my chest.

I nodded. My hand rubbed the small of her back, and my thumb drew circles. She bit her lip and continued.

"How about this?" She mumbled, her eyes watching her own movements. They changed directions and moved down the side of my chest, her hand flat and her fingers spread out around my hips, hovering the waistband of my pants.

"Yeah," I murmured. I couldn't speak, the words got caught in my throat. My heart was pounding and the nerves were firing, and I could feel every move she was making. Her nails lightly scraped my skin and sent a wave through my body, and my stomach twisted. Her head tilted and she gave me an odd smirk.

"I'm going to take your shirt off, then mine, okay?" She whispered. Without wasting another second, Chaewon's fingers wrapped around my shirt and lifted it over my head. With it completely off, and my upper body exposed, Chaewon tossed it to the side and sat up.

I could only watch and breathe, the words wouldn't come out. My eyes followed her hands, and they found the top of her own shirt and she made eye contact. The room was quiet, and the air was tense, and the atmosphere was thick. I couldn't help but admire the girl. Finally, she pulled it up and over her head, and her shirt was gone.

In her left hand, the shirt hung off her finger, and her right arm hovered over her bra-clad breasts. She was wearing a simple white bra, with a little bit of lace lining the cup.

"Wow," I muttered, completely entranced. My eyes roamed and admired her figure, her body. The way the skin of her arms were smooth and had a light shade of tan, her slender and petite shoulders, the delicate curves and contours of her body, her flat and smooth stomach, her tiny waist, her chest, the outline of her breasts.

"You're," I breathed, unable to form a coherent sentence. "Amazing."

"Yeah?" Chaewon smiled, her teeth were on full display. She giggled and leaned over, and her bra brushed my bare chest.

"Yes, definitely." I swallowed. Chaewon's lips touched the corner of my mouth and her hand went back to my waist.

"And this," She whispered, her words tickling my skin, and her fingers tugged the edge of my sweatpants, "Is this alright?"

Matching her energy, I reached for the sides of her pajamas, and her hands were still holding the ends of mine. I met her gaze, and I could see the question in her eyes.

"If this is okay with you, too."

"Yes, yes." Chaewon answered. The next moment, she started to pull them down, and mine followed. The clothing items were off and in a pile on the floor, and our bottoms were completely bare. Chaewon's legs were bare touching mine, and her skin was smooth and soft, and the light made it look like a warm tone. Her thighs were a bit muscular, but they were a bit slimmer than mine.

The feeling of her against me was exhilarating. I didn't expect us to end up here, but I wasn't complaining. I would take this any day over a thousand other things.

Chaewon sat up straight and straddled my hips, and her eyes were half-lidded. The sight alone made my brain short-circuit. My perfect view was the most gorgeous woman in the world, in a white bra and matching panty set, looking down on me. Her chest was heaving, her tiny yet perky breasts rising and falling with each breath.

My hands found her thighs and squeezed. They were warm, and they felt perfect in my palms. The skin was supple and the muscle underneath was taut. I rubbed them and felt her up, and Chaewon let out a hum.

"What are you thinking about?" Chaewon asked. Her voice was airy, and her breath was shaky.

"Nothing. You. Everything." I answered, the thoughts were racing in my head.

"Everything?" She giggled.

"Yes, everything," I nodded, letting out a chuckle.

"Well," She trailed off, her lips pursed. Her fingers tapped and trailed on the middle of my abdomen, and her nails would sometimes graze the skin, and a shiver would run down my spine.

"I want," Chaewon whispered, leaning down. "To give you." Her head moved and her lips brushed my ear, and a gasp left my mouth.

"The best night of our lives," She finished. Her tongue darted out and licked the shell of my ear, and her hands rested on my stomach.

"Fucking hell, Chaewon," I grunted. A wave of heat rolled through my body and my head felt fuzzy, and a familiar sensation started to appear. My dick twitched and it took all my power not to grab Chaewon and pin her down.

"Is that a yes?" She smirked. Her nails scraped lightly down the side of my stomach, and her breath tickled the shell of my ear.

"Hell fucking yes," I answered. My hands found her waist and tightened, and her lips found a sensitive spot on the side of my neck. Her kisses and licks and bites made my eyes roll back and a groan left my lips.

"Let's go then," She teased. Her hips began to roll and grind down on me, her panties-clad center was pressed against the growing bulge in my boxers, and I couldn't stop myself from letting out a moan. The fabric was wet and thin, and I could feel the warmth from her pussy, and it drove me insane.

"You're gonna be the death of me," I hissed, biting my lip and closing my eyes. My grip on her waist was firm, and I was trying not to lose control. Chaewon's hips didn't stop, and the movements were steady and strong, and the pleasure was coursing through my body.

"Not yet, though," She chuckled. Her voice was low and the vibration from her chest rumbled through me.

"Please, don't stop," I begged, my voice cracking. My fingers dug into her skin and her movements became harder and rougher. She didn't stop.

"Like this?" Chaewon murmured. Her words were light, and the tone was sultry.

"Yeah, fuck."

Her grinding sped up and my breaths were shallow and labored, and the air was hot. I felt like the heat was melting me. Everywhere we were connected was burning and scorching, and the tension and desire was overwhelming. The pressure in my lower abdomen was building up, and I felt like the bubble was going to burst at any second.

"Do you like it when I do this?" Chaewon mumbled. My eyes opened and I was met with her lustful ones, her pupils were dilated, and her eyes were a dark shade of brown.

"You're fucking incredible," I panted, and her smile was lazy and seductive.

"Minjae," Chaewon whimpered, and my eyes widened. She said my name in a way I've never heard before, and it made the coil inside me tighten.

"Again," I demanded, and her hands found my hair and tugged, and the pain only added onto the pleasure.

"Minjae, Minjae," She moaned. Each syllable was a whine, and it was music to my ears. Her movements became a bit sloppier, and her eyes shut and her eyebrows knit together.

"You're so fucking beautiful," I gasped. Chaewon was riding the line between pretty and sexy, and it was making my head spin. I wanted to do everything and nothing all at the same time.

"Minjae, kiss," She requested, and without wasting a second, I obliged. Our lips collided and my tongue entered her mouth, and our saliva mixed. It was wet and messy and hot. My hands moved from her waist and found her bra.

"Can I?" I mumbled, and the words were lost in her mouth.

"Please, please, please," Chaewon begged. I pulled down the cups and freed her breasts, and they were round and fit in the palms of my hands. I couldn't help myself. Her nipples were this beautiful shade of pink and her areola was a darker, rosy tone. How were her boobs just as perfect as her? I played with them, squeezing and pulling and pinching, and Chaewon's moans were loud and desperate.

"You sound amazing," I complimented, and her back arched into my touch. Her chest was flush against mine and I could feel the weight of her, the curve of her waist and her ass.

"Fuck, fuck," She swore. Chaewon's voice was hoarse and rough, and it sounded so sexy. The way she said fuck was different than normal. It was more raw and primal.

"Say that again," I ordered.

"Fuck, Minjae, fuck."

"Good, good, good." My praise was rushed and frantic. Chaewon's hands were all over me. In my hair, on my chest, my neck, scratching the skin. The air was electric and the atmosphere was hot and thick, and I couldn't get enough.

"I'm, fuck, so close, Minjae, Minjae," She cried. Her lips found my collarbone and she sucked and bit the skin, and her moans and whines were muffled.

"Chaewon," I choked out. The buildup was unbearable. My dick was throbbing and the fabric of my boxers were damp, and the sensation was too much.

"Fuck, Minjae, Minjae," Chaewon repeated.

"Come for me, please, come for me," I begged, the words leaving my mouth were barely coherent. My vision was going blurry, and the only thing I could think about was her.

"I'm coming, oh my God, fuck," She screamed.

"That's it, that's it," I moaned. My voice was high-pitched and shaky. Just off of Chaewon's grinding, and my hands working her chest, and the sounds we were making, the two of us came. My vision went white, and it felt like my brain was melting.

"Shit, shit, shit," Chaewon cursed. Her words were slow and her breaths were short, and her hips jerked and shuddered. Her grinding ceased and she tensed and relaxed atop of me. I felt a warm, dampness erupt through Chaewon's panties, and the feeling of her wetness made my dick twitch and release. My cock pulsated and a sticky mess pooled in my boxers, and my whole body was numb and shaking.

We sighed and breathed, the two of us riding our orgasms while we both ruined our underwear. Chaewon's hips rocked, and I held onto her, the waves of pleasure were strong. After what felt like forever, the high ended, and our movements slowed. We were left panting, our breaths were heavy and uneven, and our foreheads were pressed together as Chaewon leaned down towards me.

"Fuck," Chaewon cursed, and her voice was soft. I pecked at her lips and wrapped my arms around her torso.

"Are you alright?" I checked, and she nodded.

"Yeah, just a little weak. My legs feel like jelly," She admitted. We laughed and exchanged a few more kisses.

"How about you? Are you okay?" She asked, and I hummed.

"Amazing, just amazing," I replied. Chaewon giggled and sat up, "Great, then that means you got room for more?"

My eyes widened, and the words were stuck in my throat. She was insatiable, and her energy was boundless. I was stunned and excited and nervous, all at the same time. Without saying a word, Chaewon sat up onto her knees and shimmeyed her drenched underwear to her thighs, and a groan left my lips.

Her pussy was bare and wet and glistening, and her juices were dripping down her thighs and onto the sheets. It was pink and perfect, and my mouth was watering. Chaewon looked like an absolute goddess, and the way her hand trailed from her neck, to her chest, her waist, and the apex of her thighs, and the expression on her face was seductive.

"Like what you see?" She smirked. Her finger dipped inside her, and her head rolled back, and a sigh escaped her lips.

"Yeah," I nodded, and her eyes snapped open and met mine.

"Come taste me, then," She cooed, her voice was sweet and playful. Chaewon's finger was out of her and hovering near my mouth, and her arousal was slick and shiny, and it dripped and smeared across her hand. She brought it to my mouth, smearing her juice over my lips, and without hesitation, I took her fingers in.

Her taste was indescribable. Salty and sweet, and tangy. The texture was slippery, and it was thick. Chaewon's fingers were small and thin, and they were covered in her, and I could feel the wetness coat my tongue and fill my mouth. The smell was strong, and the aroma was pungent, and the taste was unlike anything I've had before. It was absolutely delicious.

"Do you like the way I taste?" She questioned. I let out a grunt and she giggled, taking her fingers out of my mouth and moving downwards. Her hips were now in front of my face, and I could see the clear arousal on her thighs, and the scent was intoxicating.

"Tell me what you want, Minjae," Chaewon said. Her words were low, and her tone was firm.

"Everything," I answered. "I want to eat you out, fuck you, make love to you, and then do it all over again in so many different ways, and make you cum so many times. Fuck."

"A little overkill, but that works for me."

Without warning, Chaewon turned around and crawled until she bent over, her ass and her pussy were on display and right in front of me, and my dick twitched and my mouth watered. Her thighs and ass were a bit thicker, and her cheeks were plump and her waist was narrow, and her slit was swollen and dripping.

"Fuck," I groaned. Chaewon looked like she was sculpted by the gods. I propped myself up onto my elbows until I got up onto my knees, moving towards my girlfriend and sitting behind her.

"What are you waiting for?" Chaewon teased. Her legs were spread and she pushed her butt out and wiggled her hips. The sight was unbelievable.

"God damn," I muttered, unable to speak. My hand reached forward and squeezed her, and she yelped. Her ass was supple and smooth, and her skin was soft, and the flesh molded in my palm.

"Mhm," She purred. I let go and spread her, her slit and her pussy was on full display, and her hole was twitching.

"Fucking hell, baby," I sighed, admiring her. My hands massaged her butt and the backs of her thighs, and her whines and hums filled the air. My thumbs ran up and down the creases of her inner thighs, and they would brush her center, and she would shiver and shudder.

"Minjae," Chaewon mumbled, and her words were strained. Her voice was low and deep, and her tone was rough. I hummed and pressed a kiss onto her right asscheek, and my breath tickled her, and she shivered. She danced around on her hands and knees, finding her balance and trying to calm down.

"Minjae, do something, please," She pleaded. I obliged, and my head lowered until I was directly in front of her. Her juices were dripping out and her arousal was smeared on her inner thighs, and her pussy was glistening and wet. The sight was unreal and the view was amazing.

I leaned forward and placed a light kiss on the inside of her right thigh, and a gasp escaped her lips. Then another, and another, and the kisses continued. They trailed down her thigh, and Chaewon was a squirming and whining mess.

"Stop teasing," She whined.

"Be patient," I told her. She let out a sigh, followed by a small chuckle. "Fine," She pouted.

Finally, my mouth was at the apex of her thighs. A string of her juices were stretched and dripping down from her, and I couldn't hold back anymore.

"God, I fucking love you," I confessed, and my words were barely above a whisper. My tongue darted out and licked from her entrance down to her clit, and a high-pitched whine erupted from her lips.

"Fucking hell, Minjae, finally," She sighed. Her muscles involuntarily relaxed, and her head hung low and she let out a shaky breath.

I did it again, and then once more, and each time, I made sure to take my time. Every stroke was slow and long and drawn out. The taste was addicting. It was a mixture of the musky aroma and the sweetness and the saltiness and the tanginess, and the texture was a bit slippery and slippery.

Chaewon was trembling and shuddering, and her breathing was labored and shaky. The sounds were absolutely delicious. Her whines and whimpers and sighs were music to my ears. My hands were firmly holding her hips, and the skin was soft and her waist was thin. I couldn't stop touching her.

"Oh my God, oh my God, don't stop, fuck, please, don't stop," She begged. The words were slurred and the volume was low. Chaewon's moans were muffled, and her arms were shaky and her legs were weak, and the pleasure was coursing through her body.

"You taste so good," I complimented. She couldn't say anything, the only noises that left her mouth were a bunch of incomprehensible gargles. I was flattered that she couldn't talk, the only thing on her mind was me, and the feeling was great.

Holding herself up on one hand, she covered her mouth and closed her eyes tightly, and her eyebrows were knitted. Her moans were loud, even with her mouth hidden. Chaewon's head rolled back and her jaw was slack.

"Yes, yes, yes, there, Minjae, please, fuck, fuck, don't stop, yes," Chaewon exclaimed. Her hips started to move and her body was shaking, and her eyes were still shut and her mouth was gaped.

"You sound so fucking sexy," I praised, pulling away for a bit, and her whimpers and her sighs filled the room.

"Don't stop," She ordered. My hands moved and grabbed her cheeks, and I pulled her apart. My mouth found her slit again, and my tongue ran up and down her opening, and her body trembled and a squeal left her lips. My tongue swirled and licked, and the tip of it entered her. I was licking up the juices that were coming out, and the flavor was addictive. Chaewon's pussy was warm and wet, and her walls were pulsating and squeezing, and I wanted to get deeper.

I was able to enter her a bit further, and my nose was buried between her, and my mouth was smothered by her. Her arousal was all over my face, and the smell and the taste were the only things I could think about. My tongue fucked her and her cries were getting louder and higher pitched. Her thighs were clenching and her core was tensing.

"Minjae, Minjae," Chaewon gasped, her voice was hoarse and the tone was shaky. I was taken back when Chaewon's ass backed into me. Her backside hit my face, pushing me back. I laid back onto my back as Chaewon backed up on her own, her pussy was grinding against my face, and her body was hunched and her head was bowed.

I couldn't see with a face full of cheeks and ass, but I felt her hands fiddling with my boxers. She exposed my throbbing dick to the cold air, shimmeying my boxers down my thighs before pulling them over my ankles. Chaewon was on top of me, her center was hovering above my face, and her hand was wrapped around my length, and I moaned and cursed.

She started stroking me, her grip was tight and the pace was steady, and the friction was overwhelming. My cock was still covered in my jizz and the veins were protruding, my length was hard once again and my tip was red and swollen.

My dick twitched and throbbed in her grasp. Her fingers were nimble and her movements were slow and careful. The precum was beading at the slit, and she ran her thumb across the top and rubbed the sticky substance in her palm. Chaewon's grip was slicker, and her hand was able to pump my shaft a bit easier, and the pleasure was indescribable.

I worked at her pussy as she jerked me off, and we were both a moaning, whimpering, whining, sighing, shaking, trembling mess. My hands were groping her ass, and my face was buried in her pussy. My tongue was licking her insides, and her hand was jerking my cock, and her moans were bouncing off the walls and filling the air.

"F-fuck, M-Minjae, Minjae, I'm g-gonna come," She stuttered, her voice was high-pitched and her breathing was labored and shaky. I sped up and went harder, and my hands pulled her cheeks further apart, and my tongue fucked her deeper and deeper, and her walls were clenching around the muscle.

Chaewon's hand stroked me faster and the pace was quick and rough, and her fist was tight, and her grip was firm. I gasped into her when I felt a pair of soft, wet lips give my tip a gentle smooch. She giggled and a groan rumbled through me, and she did it again. My tongue moved deeper and swirled, and her grip was looser and her strokes were softer, and the build-up was unbearable.

My lips wrapped around her protruding bud and gave a small suck. A cry left her lips before they wrapped fully around my tip and she took me in, and the warmth and the wetness was intense.

"Ch-Chaewon," I moaned, pulling off her clit. My hips were bucking upwards, and her mouth took more of me in, and the coil was getting tighter. Her hands were cupping my balls and playing with them, and her fingers were soft and her touch was delicate, and the pressure was immense.

It was a race, a competition even. Who was going to finish first. I didn't know, but I sure as hell wasn't going to lose.

My tongue entered her again and my lips were sucking on her, and the noises were obscene and dirty. Her slick was everywhere. All over my lips, my cheeks, my chin, and it was covering my nose. Her juices were coating her outer lips, and my saliva was mixed with her arousal.

She took me deeper, her mouth was full and her gag reflex was suppressed, and her throat was relaxing. The sensation was unparalleled. I couldn't stop. Chaewon was moaning and whimpering and her voice was hoarse and rough, and it was like she was singing. Her noises were loud and they were echoing, and I felt a knot forming in the pit of my stomach.

My toes curled and my body shook and trembled, and my cock pulsated and the knot was ready to explode. Chaewon took me further, the tip of her nose was hitting the base of my pelvis and her hands were cupping my balls, and I was deep down her throat, and I felt the orgasm building quickly.

I jammed my face into her pussy, my mouth was pressed firmly against her and her thighs were around my head. Her juices were running down my cheeks and her arousal was pooling in my mouth, the scent was intoxicating. I targeted her clit knowing how weak she'll get. My lips were sealed around the bundle of nerves, her walls clenching.

Her hand was gripping my balls and tugging it, and the other was pumping the base of my dick. My cock was stiff and the muscles were taut, and the tension was unbearable. The orgasm was about to rip through me.

I can only imagine the way her cheeks were hollowed around me, and her lips were stretched. The friction was amazing. Her upper chest must've been swaying and moving as she bobbed up and down. Her eyelids had to be squeezed shut as she struggled to take my dick down her throat.

I couldn't see her. But fuck, I could hear her. And the noises were so sexy and lewd. The way her tongue was swirling around the tip and the way her lips were sliding along the shaft, and the way she would take me all the way to the root and the tip would be down her esophagus.

"Fuck, Chaewon, Chae," I thought to myself. This little race we were having was fun and exciting, and the thrill was amazing. But this was the end. There was no way in hell I was going to last any longer.

Until her body suddenly tensed and her hand slowed, and her mouth was full of me and her hand was full of my balls, and she moaned. Chaewon's pussy contracted, and her walls squeezed my tongue, and her juices came flowing out. Her throat squeezed around my cock, and her fingers tugged at my testicles, and her body quivered and shook.

She tensed up while her pussy waterboarded me, and the waves of her orgasm were intense. The vibrations and the contractions were so strong that it was enough to pull the knot. My hands gripped her cheeks, and I pulled her back into my face. Her hips jerked and shuddered, and she let out a strangled moan through my dick.

And then I couldn't hold it back. I couldn't fight it. I couldn't resist. I couldn't stop it.

The knot exploded, and the orgasm ripped through me. I held her close and deep-throated her as the orgasm erupted from my cock and shot down her throat. My cum was shooting out of my dick and filling her stomach. Her moans were muffled and her body was shaking, and I was still licking and sucking her through her orgasm.

There we were, the two of us powering through our orgasms, and the waves of pleasure were soaring through our bodies. It felt like forever, until the high ended, and our orgasms subsided. Chaewon popped her mouth off of me and swallowed, and her hand stroked my length and milked me for everything I got.

I had time to let out a few gasps and moans before Chaewon fully put her weight onto my face and sat down. My mouth was still covered in her and I was cleaning her out. Her mouth pulled off of me and the release of suction created a popping noise, and her tongue darted out and licked the tip clean, and her hands were cupping and playing with my balls, and the sight would've been so fucking hot if I could see it.

I was able to take a few deep breaths after she had gotten up and sat on my face. "You okay?" She asked, and I looked past her asscheeks and up her naked back. I couldn't help but admire her slim figure, the dimples above her butt, the dip in her lower back, and her small waist.

She looked amazing. My arms were wrapped around her and holding her in place. "Sure," My voice was muffled. She chuckled and the sound was heavenly. Her asscheeks were soft and squishy, and her hips were a bit plump. I could spend forever just touching her and exploring her body.

She groaned as she pushed herself off of me and gave me room to breathe, and I finally got a view of her naked body. Chaewon crawled down until she was straddling my thighs, and her hands were pressed flat against my abs, and her fingertips were running across the grooves and lines and curves and ridges.

I finally got a look at my beautiful girlfriend after spending the past couple of minutes face-first in her ass and pussy. My eyes drank in her appearance, and the sight was gorgeous. Her messy hair, with a few matted locks stuck to her forehead and temples. Her lips, parted and red and puffy. Her skin, shining and sweaty with a light red tint. Her breasts, jiggling and bouncing with every little movement.

Her waist, the thin and curvy frame and her soft skin, her toned stomach and the little bump from her navel. The smooth thighs and the slender calves, the dainty and small feet, the petite and short fingers, the narrow shoulders and the slender arms, the thin wrists, the long eyelashes and the sparkling eyes.

I could keep going on and on and on. Every part of her body, her personality, her mannerisms, her habits, her quirks, everything. Every inch of her, her flaws, her imperfections, and her insecurities, I loved all of it.

I had her all to me, everything was mine, and I was hers.

"You're amazing, Chae," I murmured, and the words left my mouth. I don't know why.

"You think so," She replied, and a smile was on her face. The moonlight shone through the windows past the closed curtains of the nearest window. Chaewon's face was illuminated, and the sight was breathtaking. She looked stunning. She sighed and laid down, placing her head underneath my chin and her chest against my body.

"Yeah," I agreed, nodding. My arm wrapped around her, and my hand caressed her side. "How are you feeling," I asked.

"Good, tired, sore," She answered. My hand continued to trail up and down her body. I ran it over her back, and the skin was soft and the texture was smooth. Chaewon shivered and snuggled in closer.

"I love you," I blurted out. The words caught me off guard, but it was the truth. "You know that, right?" I added. She chuckled and her warm breath tickled my neck. I never thought I'd say those words again to her. I remember the first and last time I told her, it was the day we broke up. I remember the feeling, the pain and the agony, the heartbreak and the sorrow that came with saying those words.

It was like I was saying it as some coping mechanism, like a way for me to accept the fact that she was leaving and wasn't going to return. Saying it one more time, to let her know and reassure her that the feelings were still there and probably always will be. But now, it’s different. It didn't hurt to say it, the pain wasn't there anymore, and the emotions that came with the three words didn't feel as heavy and suffocating.

"I love you, too," Chaewon cooed, her voice was light and sweet, and her words were genuine. "You know that, right?

I laughed, and she joined. Her head lifted and her lips were pressed against mine. We kissed, and it wasn't like any kiss I've experienced. It was tender and slow and passionate and full of meaning, and it felt like the kiss was a representation of her.

It was everything.

Chaewon broke away, and she looked at me. The stare was intense, and I could feel her gaze burning into my skull. It wasn't awkward, it was just an unspoken exchange.

She shuffled about, moving her hand under her body and finding my length, and I hissed when she grasped my dick. We looked each other in the eyes, holding our gazes, and Chaewon's expression was blank.

"Minjae," She called, and her voice was gentle. My name left her lips in the most delicate and caring way, and the sound was music to my ears.

"Yeah,"

"Is it okay if we..." Chaewon trailed off. I knew what she wanted to ask. My mind was screaming, Yes, yes, a million times, yes!

"Yeah,"

She moved again, her legs were straddling my body, and the warmth and the weight of her body was comfortable. I felt Chaewon slip my shaft inside her, and her walls were wet and tight. I moaned and she sighed, and her insides were pulsating.

"Are you sure," She asked. Her body was leaning forward, her hands were resting on my chest, and her face was inches away from mine.

"Yes,"

She was slowly pushing herself down, her pussy was swallowing me, and her heat was engulfing my dick. It was agonizing, her movements were painfully slow. My hands held her hips, and she was finally fully sitting down on me, and the pressure was immense. I watched her face flinch as she got used to the feeling.

"Oh my God, Chae," I groaned.

"Minjae," She gasped. The sound was quiet, the tone was strained, and the pitch was high. Her walls were pulsating and clenching, and her core was tensing, and her breathing was labored. Chaewon started moving.

My hands were holding her sides and my arms were wrapped around her back. My hands were running across her skin, her spine, her back, her waist, and her thighs. I couldn't get enough. We didn't speak, our voices and our breaths and the sounds of skin hitting skin were the only thing that could be heard.

"Ah, ah, Minjae," Chaewon whimpered, her pace was quick and her motions were rough. My eyes were staring at her breasts, watching her chest rise and fall, and the small mounds were bouncing and jiggling.

My hips bucked upwards and I thrusted deeper into her, and a loud cry escaped her mouth. My hands were guiding her, and I helped her move. Our rhythm was unsteady and our thrusts were inconsistent, but the sex was passionate and intense.

Her hips were grinding and swiveling, and the sensations were overwhelming. I could feel the coil in the pit of my stomach, and the tension was unbearable. Chaewon's movements were getting quicker and harder, and her walls were pulsating. My hand found the back of her neck, using her as leverage, I pulled myself up and her head close to me.

I calmly captured her lips, kissing her tenderly, and the moment was romantic. The intimacy was intense, the pleasure was indescribable, and the passion was unmatched. My arm was around her shoulders, holding her close.

My tongue prodded her lips and she granted me access. She whimpered as our tongues danced and battled for dominance, and her hands were grabbing the back of my head, and she was tugging and pulling at the roots of my hair.

Eventually, we found our rhythm between her bouncing and my thrusting. Our bodies were slapping and clashing, and our motions were synchronized. The room was filled with her cries and moans and whimpers, and the bed was creaking, and the noise of the squeaky springs were bouncing off the walls.

Our breathing was quick and short and heavy, and the pleasure was unparalleled. Her body was glistening and shining, and the sweat was dripping down her neck. Her face was contorted, and her eyes were shut. Chaewon pulled away from me and leaned backwards. My free hand gripped her hip and her ass, and her hands were grasping at her own thighs.

"Fuck, Minjae, Minjae, faster, fuck me faster, please," She begged. I couldn't deny her wishes. My body moved on its own. I rolled the two of us over, and her body was lying on the mattress, and my body was hovering over hers. I was on top, and my hands were pressing her thighs open, and my knees were bent.

Chaewon's face was twisted, and her cheeks were a light shade of red. Her hand came up and covered her mouth, stifling her moans and cries. I started to move my hips, and the pace was steady and the motions were rough.

Her eyes squeezed shut and her back arched, and her head was thrown back. She cried out as her other hand fisted the sheets underneath and her toes curled. "Minjae," She called. "Harder, harder, harder," Chaewon urged, her voice was strained and the pitch was high, and the tone was desperate.

Moving her around, I pulled her legs up, holding them against my shoulders. I leaned forward and her knees were beside her face, and the position was intimate and the angle was perfect.

Her eyes widened, and she let out a long, loud cry. Her voice was echoing through the house, and the sounds bounced off the walls. She was gripping the pillows above her and her head was thrown back, and her throat was exposed.

I was pounding into her, the motions were hard and the pace was rapid. Chaewon was shaking and shuddering, and her walls were squeezing and clenching. She was trembling and twitching, and her breathing was labored. Her pussy was contracting and her core was tense, and the waves of her orgasm were unrelenting.

"M-Min, oh, my G-God, M-M-Minjae, F-fuck," She screamed. "God, oh g-god," Chaewon begged. I kept going, not bothering to ease the pleasure and the sensations. My hands were holding her in place, and her legs were trapped against her.

Her voice was high-pitched and the sounds were hoarse and shaky. The build-up was getting intense, and the knot in the pit of my stomach was ready to burst. Her body was squirming and struggling, and the waves of her orgasm were getting longer and longer, and the contractions were getting stronger.

My hand found her clit and started toying with the bud, and she lost it. "Oh my fucking god," Chaewon shrieked. Her pussy was tight and the sensation was incredible, and I couldn't stop.

I didn't. I furiously rubbed her clit as I kept moving my hips into her. My thrusts were deep and hard, and the sound of our hips clashing together were bouncing off the walls. The air was hot and humid, and the noises were lewd and the scents were foul.

Chaewon's back was arching, and her head was thrown back, and her chest was heaving. The pleasure was unbearable, and her insides were convulsing, and the sensations were indescribable. The knot in the pit of my stomach was growing, and the tension was unrelenting.

I started to bottom out, realizing the tip of my cock was slamming against the entrance of her cervix. She was crying out, and her face was flushed. "Fuck, Minjae, I'm so full, God, it's so big, please, faster, oh god," Chaewon whimpered, her body was moving with every movement, and the sight was sexy and the noises were intoxicating.

Her hands were desperately clawing and grabbing at the sheets. Her hair was sticking to her forehead and the nape of her neck. Her breasts were bouncing, and her walls were contracting, with her legs shaking. She threw her hands forward against my stomach and she tried pushing me back, but her arms were weak and her movements were feeble.

Her body was acting against her mouth. My pace was unrelenting and the speed was ruthless. My hands were gripping her thighs and holding her legs down, and the bed was rocking and the springs were creaking. I leaned forward, bending her small body against itself, and her eyes widened and her walls tightened and her breath hitched.

She made herself more open for me. Her pussy was clamping and her cunt was milking me, and the pleasure was too much. She was struggling and squirming, and her moans and her cries were muffled and her words were incomprehensible.

Chaewon's legs were locked and her knees were shaking. Her toes were curling near my head. I could feel the tension in her body. The pressure was building and the sensations were getting more intense. The coil in the pit of my stomach was winding, and the pressure was too much.

I groaned and grunted, and her cries were louder. I was slamming into her and her walls were quivering, and the pressure was unbearable. "I-I'm so close, I-I'm g-g-going to cum, oh g-god, M-Min," Chaewon cried.

I was wheezing and gasping. The feeling was euphoric, and her sounds were heavenly. I couldn't hold it back anymore, I was losing control. She was screaming and I was even afraid everyone in the building could hear us, and the idea of getting exposed sent a rush of adrenaline through my body.

As I tried to bottle my orgasm down, my grip on Chaewon's legs tightened. My nails were digging into her skin and my fingertips were leaving indents, and her legs were trembling and her thighs were quaking.

She was losing control. Her body was spasming and her voice was shaking. Her eyes were rolling back, and her mouth was hanging open. The sounds that were coming out were inhuman. She was gasping and panting, and her voice was strained. I didn't know how much longer I could last, the tension was growing and the pressure was getting worse, and I couldn't stop the inevitable.

To my surprise, I couldn't keep it in. A sudden surge of pleasure shot through me, and the knot in the pit of my stomach exploded. My mind went blank, and all I could feel was bliss. I didn't realize that Chaewon was letting out a silent scream, her back arching high as my orgasm ripped through me.

Like a machine, I kept thrusting, my body was acting on its own. Ropes of my sperm shot through me and into her, and her cunt was clenching and milking me. The sensations were incredible, the pleasure was inexplicable, and the intensity was unfathomable.

The orgasms were long, and the pleasure was unrelenting. Eventually, after what seemed like forever, the high ended, and the tension subsided. My hips were still moving, and my body was acting against me.

In and out, my hips kept moving. She was sobbing and wailing, and her walls were pulsating and quivering. Her body was trembling and her walls were tightening. Her hips were bucking, and her pussy was wet.

My vision was blurry, and the only thing I could focus on was her face. Her eyes were clenched shut, and her face was twisted, and the sight was intoxicating. I couldn't stop myself from continuing to move. Finally, she let go.

With a long, loud, drawn-out moan, Chaewon's body shook, and her voice was cracking, and the pleasure was immeasurable. She drove her upper back into the mattress and thrusted her hips against mine as she bared and clenched her teeth. Her walls were constricting tightly around me before sending a wave of warmth and wetness throughout her insides.

"F-Fuck, ah, M-Min, M-Minjae," Chaewon screamed, and her eyes were rolling back, and the sensation was intense. Her orgasm shot through her, and her walls were contracting and her core was tightening, and her juices were seeping through.

The feeling was euphoric. My vision was blurry and my hearing was fuzzy. Chaewon was a moaning and whimpering mess, and her voice was cracking and her pitch was high, and her sounds were loud. Her walls were contracting and squeezing.

My body was exhausted, and the high was getting less and less intense. Slowly, her insides were loosening. Her voice was soft, and her sounds began to quiet down.

Chaewon's legs were shaking and her body was writhing. I groaned trying to move around, and the pleasure was unbelievable. My dick was sensitive, and her insides were pulsating. My pace slowed and the high was coming to an end. Eventually, we were both spent. With a shaky sigh, I collapsed on top of her body.

My head was resting on her breasts, and the sound of her heartbeat was comforting. Chaewon's chest was rising and falling, and her breathing was labored. The room was humid and the air was thick, and the atmosphere was dense.

My dick was softening inside her, and the feeling was pleasant. My eyelids were heavy, and I was exhausted. It was silent for a while, and the only thing that could be heard were our gasps and our breaths.

"Chae," I called, and the word was soft. The sound of a quiet grown could be heard. My arms were weak, and I couldn't find the strength to move.

"Hm?" Chaewon responded, her voice was low and her tone was raspy.

"You okay?"

"Yeah,"

I smiled against her chest, and the muscles in my face hurt. The bed was definitely a mess, and the sheets were most likely stained, and the blanket was scattered, just barely covering our modesty.

Chaewon sighed and wrapped her arms around my back, and her legs were hugging my waist. The weight was nice, and the closeness was comforting. It was peaceful. Her chest was rising and falling, and her breathing was steady, and the sound was soothing.

"You're heavy," Chaewon whispered. We laughed, and her chest vibrated and her insides clenched, and the sensation was jarring but not too bad. I tried moving but my body didn't budge.

"Sorry," I murmured. "I can't move,"

"It's okay, this feels nice," She reassured, and her voice was quiet, and the sound was soft. I felt another wave of fatigue wash over me, and the heaviness was comforting. My body was getting weaker and the muscles in my body were getting tired, and the energy was leaving.

"I love you," She breathed, and the words were faint, and the sound was gentle. I could feel myself fading away, and my eyelids were shutting.

"I love you, too," I slurred, and the words were slow and the pronunciation was sluggish, and the sound was sleepy. My breathing was getting heavier, and the fatigue was increasing, and the heaviness was unrelenting.

It was nice. I couldn't feel anything. The sensations were gone, and the world around me was silent. The only thing I could feel was Chaewon's touch.

AGHHHHHH!!! I FINALLY WROTE MY FIRST CHAEWON SMUT, AND MWAHHHH. IT WAS SO SATISFYING TO FINALLY WRITE THIS OUT. I really wanted this one to be 'perfect' so I spent the better part of two days revising a final draft until I was actually satisfied enough to post this chapter. It has just enough character building and sexy stuff to tickle my fancy. Yes, yes, I'm so glad this is out. I really hope you guys enjoy! Please, please more and more comments and feedback, they really inspire me and make me want to keep going! -PI