Chuu and Yves's regular arrangement takes an unexpected turn when a confession about their manager changes the energy between them entirely.
Chuu’s phone buzzed on her nightstand. She reached for it lazily, still warm and satisfied from the morning she’d spent with her manager.
Yves
You free tonight? Need to destress.
Chuu
Always. My place? 8pm?
Yves
Perfect. I’ll bring wine.
Read: 4:43PM
Chuu smiled at her phone. They finally hooked up months ago—stress relief, they called it. Helping each other forget the pressure, the schedules, the constant scrutiny. It was easy with Yves. Comfortable. Safe.
But tonight would be different.
Tonight, Chuu had something new to think about.
Yves arrived at 8pm sharp, carrying a bottle of wine and wearing comfortable clothes—fitted tank top and lounge shorts that showed off her toned legs.
“Rough day?” Chuu asked, letting her in.
“The worst. The CEO screaming about the comeback schedule, the fans being impossible about everything after they kicked you out and even threatening a boycott.” Yves kicked off her shoes. “I need to not think for a while.”
“I can help with that.”
They settled on the couch with wine glasses, the television playing something neither was really watching. Yves curled against Chuu’s side, the familiar comfort of their bodies together.
“How are you holding up?” Yves asked quietly. “With everything happening?”
“Better than I thought.” Chuu took a sip of wine. “I had help.”
“Oppa?”
“Yeah. He… took really good care of me.”
Something in her tone made Yves pull back to look at her face. “Chuu. What did you do?”
Chuu bit her lip, a smile playing at the corners. “Promise you won’t freak out?”
“When have I ever freaked out?” Yves sat up straighter. “What happened?”
“I slept with him.”
Yves’s eyes went wide. “You what?”
“With Oppa. I slept with him. Multiple times actually.” Chuu felt her face heat. “It just… happened.”
“Holy shit.” Yves set down her wine glass. “How? When? Tell me everything.”
So Chuu did. She told Yves about breaking down, about Oppa staying to comfort her, about how one thing led to another. She left out some details—kept it vague enough to be respectful—but Yves was rapt, listening to every word.
“And it was good?” Yves asked when Chuu finished.
“Really good. Like, surprisingly good.”
“Better than us?”
Chuu paused. “Different. Not better, just… different.”
“Different how?”
“Bigger hands. More strength. The way he touched me—” Chuu closed her eyes, remembering. “It felt different. Rougher in some ways, but also careful. Like he was paying attention to every reaction.”
Yves shifted on the couch. “And his cock?”
“Yves!”
“What? I’m curious.” Yves’s eyes were dark with interest. “Bigger than our toys?”
“Yes. And warm. And it moved—like, I could feel it throbbing inside me.” Chuu felt herself getting wet just thinking about it. “The toys are good, but they’re not alive. This was different.”
Yves was quiet for a moment, her hand resting on Chuu’s thigh. “Show me.”
“Show you what?”
“How it felt. What he did.” Yves’s hand slid higher. “I want to know everything.”
Chuu’s breath caught. This was new territory—talking about someone else while they touched each other. But the heat in Yves’s eyes was intoxicating.
“He started slow,” Chuu said, her voice dropping lower. “Kissing me. His hands on my waist.”
Yves leaned in and kissed her, one hand cupping Chuu’s face. The kiss was familiar but charged with new energy.
“Like that?” Yves murmured against her lips.
“Yes. But bigger hands.” Chuu took Yves’s hand and placed it on her breast through her hoodie. “He touched me here first. Gentle at first, then harder.”
Yves squeezed experimentally. “And you liked it?”
“I loved it.”
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