We Just Fit

“Fuck you.”

“That’s kinda the idea, baby.” Miyeon quips as she stares up at you with a cocky smirk. 

Seeing your unshifting gaze, she rolls her eyes and lets out a sigh, defeated. 

“Come on. We’ve had this argument a hundred times. You have won none of them. So save me the white knight act and fuck me,” She gives your cheek a few light slaps, finally getting her adorable pet to obey. “Hm, baby?”

Now, Miyeon wasn’t always like this. She used to be sweet, and caring, and soft, and unbelievably infectious with her sudden shotgun bursts of laughter that always catch you off-guard. It’s that distinct rise in pitch and volume in her laugh that makes it so stupidly goofy. Very unlike her image, much less a princess as she, annoyingly, claims to be.

But, calling her a delight would be an understatement; a heinous crime. She was more than that. She was sun, warmth, home. She was afternoon drives by the countryside as a breeze coolly slides across your cheek. But at the same time, she was class, elegance, and frilly dresses. She was velvet pillows and intricate curls on rose gold upholstery. She was, whether you like it or not, fucking immaculate. You’d call her godsent, but you think no God would’ve been wise to put this much power in a human being. Either way, God or no God, Miyeon was real. 

And, as luck would have it, she didn’t smite you the first time you interacted with her. Once you’ve gotten past the initial awkward small talk, conversations with her have been far from uninteresting. She tells stories like they’re epic sonnets with rising and falling actions, and you can’t help but flow to her narrative. She endlessly recounts to you the several dramas, shows, and countless movies she’s watched (Yes, even the ones you’ve already watched.), and you can’t help but pray that actors would go out of business if it means talking to Miyeon all day.

With a talker like her, she expects full attention from you, too. It was your sworn duty, an oath, invisibly signed on the day you became friends. 

But sometimes it could prove just a bit too much. Unbeknownst to her, you always kept a long list of phrases that help shut out the noise that is Miyeon as she drones on and on and on. Trusty tools, you thought so yourself.

“…and then I killed it during the live stream. I just hate it when they fly slow enough to buzz in my ear but fucking quick enough to dodge everything I throw at it.” She released a quick sigh. “Then afterwards I kinda felt bad, so I gave it a little funeral with tissue.” Miyeon pouted.

“Uh-huh, yeah.” You replied, eyes still fixated on your laptop screen. 

Miyeon shifted her gaze and stared at the side of your face. “And after that I got up to fix the chairs…”

“As one does, yes.” Your fingers glided across the keys.

Miyeon prodded her cheek with her tongue as she scoffed lightly. “And then I got naked on stream, you asshole. You’re not even listening!”

You inhaled deeply and exhaled shortly. With a final CLACK on your enter key, you faced a sulking Miyeon. 

“You were doing the livestream, and then you kept hearing the infuriating buzzing sound, but it would miss your hand every time you swatted it. You whirled around a bit and finally caught the mosquito. You suddenly felt bad, so you held a funeral with tissues and a little prayer. Afterwards, you probably fixed the chairs in the practice room, then ended the stream. I was listening. Asshole.” You smirked, proudly. Miyeon did too.

You’ve never really needed those tools.

From an outside perspective, people might think there’s something going on between you and Miyeon. You got it a lot actually, but that isn’t the case. You know that isn’t the case. 

Okay, well, you have harbored feelings for Miyeon to some degree, but seeing her already beaming with your friendship left you wanting to leave things the way they were. It worked perfectly, so why mess it up?

Consequently, knowing that there wasn’t anything between you and Miyeon, Minnie went ahead and asked you out. It was on a rainy afternoon, and it was chilly even inside Cube’s building. You were bundled up on the couch, busy fixing various schedules and the logistics of some of I-DLE’s promotion-week activities on your laptop when Minnie suddenly popped the question.

“Do you wanna go out?”

Your fingers halted. Your eyes immediately went to the closed window. The blur of the grey sky and the cold outside nipped at your ears. You dreaded the thought of the outdoors. So, you faced Minnie.

“You mean—“

Minnie quickly shook her head.

“Oh…Oh.” you realized.

Minnie continued to stare, lips slightly pouted. That was when you got a good look at her for the first time. Overshadowed by Miyeon’s constant hogging of your attention, Minnie wasn’t able to engage with you that much. You’ve had a few talks, but never really got to a real conversation. But holy hell, without competing with Miyeon, Minnie easily radiated and filled the whole room and about 4 other buildings down the block. You audibly gulped, nervously wracking your brain for a response. Say yes, idiot!, you internally shouted.

Minnie piped up again. “I think you’re cute and I wanna get to know you more. So what do you say?”

Sensing the silence, you shifted back to the task at hand: the gorgeous woman in front of you. Ears, check. Eyes, check. Head, check. You nodded up and down. 

“Yes, please.”

But this isn’t about Minnie, it’s about Miyeon. 

Now, for the record, Minnie was an absolute angel. No doubt about that. You’ve been dating for a couple of months now and have almost checked all the boxes on the list: you have a copy of each other’s keys, you’ve both met each other’s parents, and you’ve both admitted to loving one another. You haven’t slept together yet, but you were willing to wait if Minnie wanted to take it slow. Things were going great — up until that one night you had Miyeon over.

Miyeon called you up to tell you that she was coming over. It was around 12. On the phone, she already sounded kinda loopy — tipsy. Slurred words and constant hiccups kinda gave it way. Being the good friend you are, you agreed. Someone had to watch over her, so might as well be you. You sent a quick update to Minnie and a sweet goodnight. She sent back a photo of her, bundled up in bed with messy bangs and a small thumbs up.

Miyeon shortly arrived at your door with three soft knocks. She had her brown hair down and wore an extra-large purple sweater that hung on her slim body and shorts that proudly displayed her smooth thighs and legs. With a quick smile and a hey, she let herself in, and you got to making dinner for the both of you.

So there you were, sitting beside each other on your smelly (according to Miyeon) couch. You had just finished dinner and continued to tap away at your laptop while Miyeon fiddled with her phone. It was silent, but it was fine. Just the noises of each other seemed to suffice. Then Miyeon’s voice broke the air between you.

“Am I a good friend to you?”

Your ears perked up, and you hummed lightly. “Hm?”

Miyeon slowly exhaled. “I asked if I was a good friend to you.”

There was something about the question that sounded so different, so foreign, so…unexplored. You guys weren’t much for mushy stuff, so this was definitely a first. But, you had to admit, Miyeon is a great friend.

On days with too much work on your hands, she would never forget to stop by your office for a quick chat, holding whatever instant junk she found around the company. She would plop down on the couch in front of your desk and start talking. Little by little, you got to know her better.

You’re a talker just as much as she is, albeit only with her, but you figured that everybody was a talker with their best friends. Miyeon knew you well, too. She knew your ins and outs, your pet peeves, and your grievances. And you knew hers — how her nose scrunches every time she hears a trot song, or how she has a secret dimple on her cheek that only appears when you say an absolutely hilarious joke, or how she curses, like a lot, whenever only the two of you are around. You guys just…fit. So you went with that.

You cleared your throat and shuffled a bit on the sofa. Miyeon audibly gulped as she waited. She hugged her knees to her chest as she stared. 

“Well…” you started. “You are. You’re my best friend, and you’re really great. We just fit, you know?” You finished with a small shrug.

Miyeon’s face lightened, brows slowly unfurrowing, satisfied with your answer. She licked her lips and nodded. Right about now, you could guess a smirk was coming. Then, as if on cue, a corner of her lips rose, and you saw that dimple starting to show. The world just seemed to fade into the background as Miyeon held your gaze, the drunk blush perfectly accenting her cheeks. Both of you were light-years away from Earth at that point, drifting aimlessly into the unknown. And yet you didn’t care. Even then — with Miyeon in her messy, tipsy, aimless state — she was stunning. 

You flicked her forehead. 

Can’t let her have too big an ego. “That’s the only compliment you’ll squeeze out of me.”

She flicked your hand away as she clicked her tongue. “Oh fuck off,” she said with a snort.

Both of you settled shortly after, content and satisfied with each other’s answer. But you decided to question her more.

“So why’d you ask?” You smiled lightly.

Miyeon shrugged. 

“Miyeon.”

She released a long-withheld sigh. “I don’t know. I’ve…just been feeling down these past months.”

You stared at her softly and reached over to give her palm a squeeze. Now, you knew Miyeon had her sorrows; she was the worst at hiding them. You’d sometimes catch her on the verge of tears while reading fan letters or speaking onstage, and it was always the same outcome. She would use the same goofy laugh to buffer any deeper emotions she felt. You would hear it in her voice, that heartbreaking whimper, that trembling bottom lip, tears trying to force themselves out after being trapped for so long. It pained you to an extent. It was rare for Miyeon to be this open with her feelings, so you approached gently. 

“Well,” you started. “I’m here. I’m always here.”

You saw that familiar shimmer in her eyes and prepared for the worst.

But no tears fell that night. 

You heard her chuckle as she quickly dabbed the corner of her eyes. “I know.” Miyeon started. She found your gaze and gave you a reassuring nod. “I know.”

Sensing her sunken mood, you shifted gears and prepared a small zinger. You leaned towards her. “This is the part where you compliment me, too, you know?”

That did it. She fired off a laugh, clearly not letting you have the last word. “Shut the fuck up.”

“I’m serious!” You feigned innocence with two raised hands. “It’s only right,” you teased.

Miyeon waved you away with her hand and a giggle. “You won’t get one out of me.”

The sounds of her laughter died down as she hugged her knees once more. You shifted back to the comfortable silence. You were about to start working again when Miyeon asked another question.

“Have you and Minnie fucked?”

“Jesus. What kind of question is that?”

“A regular one?”

“An inappropriate one.

“Just tell me, Mr. Chastity.” Miyeon chuckled.

“Shut up.”

“Come on.”

“Fuck. Off.”

“Oh please. Just say no and get it over with.”

“Oh for— fine. Okay, fine. No. No, we have not fucked. There, happy?”

“You probably aren’t.”

You scoffed. “I am. If Minnie wants to wait, then I’ll wait. What’s so hard to get?”

Miyeon pursed her lips and shrugged. “I was just curious.” 

You licked your lips, ready for another sharp comeback if ever Miyeon pushed it. But she didn’t. Instead, her eyes flickered dangerously — from your lap and back up to you. 

“I bet you’re so pent up.” 

What the fuck was that?, you thought to yourself.

Alarms blared in your ear as you assessed what Miyeon said, replaying it over and over. Your heart slowly began to pound against your chest, frightened by the uncertainty of it all. But a part of you picked up on it: that subliminal beckon in her tone, the fiery dare the woman has presented to you in the form of a few “innocent” words. She was suddenly crossing way too many lines, more than you could count. A once-in-a-lifetime chance to do something extremely wrong and stupid lies before you in the form of your extremely captivating friend. It felt sinful, mortifying. Exciting.

Miyeon stared at you with a slightly raised eyebrow, daring you to make a move. Her hidden dimple, ever so visible, betrayed her thoughts on the situation before you: this was a mere game to her. A helpless game where only Miyeon won, and you lost, be it swiftly or painstakingly slow. You stared at her pale hand as it travelled from her side over to your knee. Your heart, finally being heard by your brain, groaned out a response.

“Miyeon.”

She hummed lightly. “Hm?”

“Please.” You begged her. 

Her eyes flickered once more, a hint of the Devil that lived inside the woman. She breathed out a small chuckle. “Please what?”

You teetered on the point of no return, seeing the slippery slope that Miyeon pulled you to. It dazed you and made you feel that knot in your stomach tighten. In your haze, you saw images of Minnie shifting before you: her smile, her sweet laugh, how she looked in that practice room the day she asked you out. But all those visions were torn from you by Miyeon’s soft gaze, a juxtaposition to her intent. The guilt your heart carried intensified its beating. You felt it in your temple down to your throat, hopelessly protesting. You looked down at your lap and saw something that made your heart fall from that point of no return. You were hard.

Miyeon followed your gaze, and you saw the idea form in her head. 

You blurted out with weak lungs as you shook your head in denial. “Miyeon, no. Please.”

“Nobody has to know. Not even her.”

Miyeon lifted her hand from your knee and placed it on the couch to prop herself up. Miyeon turned towards you as her face slowly approached the crook of your neck, just stopping by your ear. 

“It’s okay, baby. Relax.” She cooed. Her soft brown hair turned into a dangerous blur to your right as she toyed with you. Her exhales were hot on the side of your face as you struggled under her control, a small peek into the absolute power she has over you. Her colored nails trailed along the right side of your face as she pushed you to meet her gaze. She finally leaned into you as the dangerous brown blur filled your vision. You shut your eyes in response.

And there it went. All the built-up tension weighing on both of you — exploding into this first kiss that ultimately signalled the end of your friendship. All that passion and heat, finally poured — imbued — into a single action. You braced for the explosion. 

The kiss was soft. Oh God, was it soft. 

Her lips were gentle, tender. You smelled the green apple shampoo you saw her buy months ago. You tasted that sugary lip gloss you saw her apply every morning. You tasted Miyeon, devoid of the sun or the royalty you’ve come to know: just an idol. A celebrity. Your bestest friend. She was bare, vulnerable, fragile. In that moment — in those few precious seconds — she was yours; and by God were you never letting go.

You remember there being no urgency in the kiss. It wasn’t chaste, it was passionate. Lips remained where they were supposed to, never overstaying. But they also constantly moved, shifted, desperate to cover the unexplored with each other. Slight sounds and breaths served as your signals to one another: what worked, what didn’t. Miyeon led the kiss, stringing you along with her. Her fingers travelled gracefully across your neck and forearms, stopping on your jaw and in your hair. On instinct, you raised your own hands. Landing on her slim, toned waist, you gave her a gentle squeeze. You gripped firmly and set her on your lap, legs straddling you. Miyeon groaned into the kiss in response, further spurring you on and further embedding the depravity of it all. 

Then her tongue came. You felt it prod your bottom lip, a new sensation grazing against you, hoping to be let in. In truth, Miyeon didn’t need to hope. She was on top of this situation and knew what she was doing. Giving you the illusion of control, making you feel like you had a say, like you could do something, it exhilarated her, thrilled her. In turn, it thrilled you too. The ecstasy and pure rush of infidelity accentuated, regrettably, the more selfish parts of your mind. It fed your appetite, disassembling your morals, kicking out ego and superego simultaneously, leaving only your id at the helm.

You found the smooth line of her back with both hands and felt Miyeon’s body for the first time. You ran your digits along her spine, fingertips riding her curves, feeling every bump and shape. You made detours, U-turns, triggering small moans from the woman on top of you. But it wasn’t enough, you had to have more. Your hands, with a mind of their own, ventured hesitantly to the bottom of her sweater, craving to touch and feel skin. Sensing this, Miyeon broke off the kiss as she crossed her arms and helped you pull off the unnecessary purple barrier. 

Her flawless hips revealed themselves to you, inch by inch, as the sweater receded. Delicate mounds covered by a black bra slightly bounced with each minuscule movement, wide open to any advances you make. Her graceful neck and collarbone fought for your attention, begging to be touched, or kissed, or worshipped. Here she was, at your disposal, to do with whatever you hungered for, a meal fit for a king. So you dove right into the feast before you, sampling every appetizer, knowing you were the only patron tonight. The only patron ever.

Hands. Arms. Lips. Teeth. Tongue. You touched and felt Miyeon in all the ways possible, triggering spots that made her moan, hum, or wince excitedly. Her lithe fingers pushed against the back of your head, beckoning you to take more of her, to consume more of her. You reached around to unclasp her bra and hurriedly placed your lips back onto her skin. You trailed kisses from her clavicle all the way down to the top part of her chest. You graciously smothered yourself with the round flesh as you took a nipple into your mouth. Miyeon excitedly gasps as you tongued at the hardened bud, her fingers and nails harshly pulling on your scalp. It took quite a few minutes for Miyeon to pull your face away from her breasts and back up to her gaze. You stared back in wonder, finally seeing a different degree of Miyeon’s beauty for the first time, a rare type of beauty desired by many yet only seen by those deemed worthy. 

She stared at you, wide-eyed, chest heaving up and down. Her silky brown hair flowed effortlessly down to her shoulders and onto her elegant skin, a strand or two still lying on her cheek. You silently gulped as she sat on top of you. You were frozen, absolutely smitten. You felt it again. That serene silence, the ambience of you and Miyeon, waiting to be broken once more.

“Fuck me.” The vulgar request leapt from her mouth.

Right there and then, you knew that those words would forever be your favorite. Overcome by lust, you hungrily dove back to her lips, harshly kissing her dirty mouth. You tucked the stray hair back behind her ear as your hands returned to her luscious hips. Your fingers crept down the small of her back and stopped at the waistband of her shorts. 

“Go ahead, baby,” Miyeon whispered.

You dug your thumb underneath the garment and pulled downwards, cheekily bringing her panties along. Miyeon shifted to help you take them off, smiling into the kiss when she realized what you did. You soon pulled off your own sweatpants, finally freeing your flexed cock, wincing in anticipation. It stood in attention, just directly below Miyeon’s dripping cunt, waiting to pierce forbidden flesh.

With a hand on her ass and one on your cock, you gently lowered Miyeon and her soaking lips. You felt her intense warmth slowly approach the tip of your cock, breaching the velvety walls and roughly sliding into her tightness. With a small inhale, Miyeon dropped herself, her succulent thighs slamming onto your lap. You filled Miyeon, her splayed pussy gripping the hilt. You both gasped in unison, this newfound sensation destroying all your previous thoughts of morals and principles. You were in too deep.

Miyeon inhaled sharply once more, her walls rubbed against your shaft as she twitched in pleasure. She roughly pushed your face against her chest as she hugged your head, her soaking pussy clenching and tightening. 

“God, fuck, you’re big. Fuck fuck fuck.” Miyeon moaned, her face almost pointing up to the ceiling, arched back and all. Without waiting to adjust to your size, Miyeon immediately shifted and ground her hips against yours. “Is this what you meant when you said we fit?” she breathed out in a sexy whisper.

“Shut up.” You chuckled into her sweaty skin. Your chest rose and fell as you held onto Miyeon, burying your face in the crook of her neck, inhaling more of that green apple scent. You helped the princess ride you, her ass bouncing each time she slammed herself back down, the explicit sound of slapping skin filling your living room and your head. You tasted the saltiness of her sweat, building up on each corner of her fine neck as she used your rigid cock to chase her own peak. With both hands on her ass, you stared at each other, open-mouthed, gasping, whispering each other’s name. You gave her round cheeks a nice squeeze, bringing out a squeal from Miyeon. 

Having had enough, you abruptly placed both hands back on her hips and thrusted upwards, meeting her as she came back down. The sudden force shocked Miyeon, her limbs grabbing and wrapping around you on instinct, allowing you to lift more of her body for your own pleasure. You brought Miyeon up each time, dropping her and slamming your cock upwards in unison. You felt every inch of her steamy walls on your shaft, every spot that made Miyeon scream and mewl, making sure to hit each one as you thrusted. Incoherent noises and whispers ran down your right ear and neck as Miyeon held onto you, perfectly fine with the way you fucked her and used her raw. You released tight-lipped grunts as you sucked on her collarbone, making up for all the times she wore shirts that showed off her gorgeous neck.

“Shit, right there, right there! God, shit, you’re fucking perfect!” Miyeon screamed. 

Thinking back now, she wasn’t so bad herself.

You fucked her like that for a while, the numerous yesses and drunk utterings of your name keeping your performance consistent, your thrusts deep, and the act visceral. The repeated movement dulled your senses, hardwiring your brain, reprogramming basic instincts, and boiling it down to just fucking Miyeon. 

Fuelled by hunger and driven by lust, you soon felt the familiar wall approaching. Your thrusts became erratic, uneven, the perfect rhythm of your bodies now absent. You felt every inch of Miyeon’s walls grasping your hard cock, squelching and squeezing the hot flesh, signalling you to release. You gritted your teeth as you faced Miyeon once more, her eyes closed, lost. Lost in the heat, pleasure, betrayal, and the utter excitement of it all. Soon her eyes opened, finding yours once more. You saw her eyes flash as she stared, glazed over with lust and something else, something deeper. You’ve never really known what that was. You’ve never had the guts to ask.

“Miyeon I-“ you started, your grip on her back tightening as you fought to stave off your orgasm, waiting for her signal.

Miyeon gasped sharply as she felt you grow harder, loading up and about to burst any minute. “I know, baby, I know.” She sputters. “I-I’m…fuck. Me too. Me too.” The erotic jiggle of her curves as you slammed upwards only gave way to the overwhelming peak both of you were approaching. 

“Wher–“

“Inside! Inside! Fucking cum inside me, baby. Please!” Miyeon screamed out, her fingernails stinging, almost piercing your scalp. 

Miyeon raised your head once more, bringing you in for one last open-mouthed kiss, tongues meeting and battling once again. You harshly slammed her back down on your throbbing cock all the way to the hilt, the tip reaching up inside her lustful cavern. Your loaded balls finally got their release as your cock twitched. 

You came violently. Your load came shooting up and into her steamy body, shot after shot of pure white ecstasy. Ropes and strands of semen, finally finding their escape. Your fingernails dig deep into her hips and her asscheek, burying yourself deeper into Miyeon’s slick pussy. 

Miyeon wasn’t one to be beaten either. As you felt your orgasm erupt, her pussy tightens and contracts. You felt her gush and ooze as her fluids came rushing down, meeting your own. You felt her slick on your stiff cock, all the way down to your empty balls. She twitched occasionally, receiving every drop of your love with courtesy. Miyeon cursed and screamed endlessly, biting her lip as she felt you fill her to the brim.

Waves of the orgasm rushed over both of you as you stilled, faces atop each other’s shoulders. Your arms that wrapped around Miyeon’s body never slacked, still taking a hold of the precious woman, never allowing her to fall. Simultaneous inhales and exhales, soft squeezes, and last-minute pecks were all you were able to do. There was a strange sweetness to it all, the aftercare clearly genuine and soothing.

That was the best orgasm you’ve ever had, and Miyeon knew. Little did you know that was hers as well. The deed was done, your fate sealed, your heart heavy, and your faith broken. Your mind flashed back to Minnie’s photo, leaving a sick feeling in your core. You shook your head, attempting to bury the immense guilt in your stomach. 

Unaware of this, Miyeon finally let go. Her scattered hair, reddish collarbone, and slightly bruised curves were on full display as she placed both hands on your cheek. She grinned at you with heavy eyelids. You scanned the digital clock on your side-drawer. 3:24.

“Fuck, you’re amazing.” She whispered, kissing your cheek. You felt your face flush with heat as you suddenly blushed. She gave a tired giggle as she propped her head on your shoulder, leaning into you, her breathing finally slowing. You stared at her for a while, waiting for her to fall asleep, her dimple still on display. You grasped the princess and finally lay on your couch, draping a spare blanket over both of your sweaty figures. You stared at the top of Miyeon’s head, contemplating whether to give her one last kiss or not. You didn’t. Your heavy lids fell as you lay your head back on the couch, exhaustion finally setting in.

You woke up around 5-ish, feeling Miyeon shuffle against your body, squeezing herself into your arms. You stiffened, remembering the ungodly events of your night together. You gulped nervously as you slowly lowered your gaze to the top of Miyeon’s head against your bare chest. You stared at your clothes, scattered and draped all over your furniture; your laptop, still open with the file you worked on last night; your phone lay neatly on the table, overturned and unaware. Your breathing slightly quickened, going through scripts and monologues of possible excuses and false stories that would properly explain what happened between you and Miyeon. 

You shook your head. No. Nothing happened. Just a regular night. 

The shameful lie left a bitter taste in your mouth, a taste that was quickly becoming too familiar.

Feeling your chest rise and fall quicker than usual, Miyeon buried her head further into your chest, grumbling.

“Mmm, she’s not gonna find out,” Miyeon muttered against your body, eyes still closed, attempting to grab onto her last hope of sleep.

“This was fucking wrong, Miyeon. I have to tell her.” You whispered.

“And risk breaking her heart?” 

“What about mine? I feel awful. She trusted me.”

“And she still does.” Miyeon corrected. 

Miyeon finally lifted her head, meeting your gaze, her smirk the first thing you saw behind her draping hair.

”You just don’t tell her.” She followed up.

Miyeon yawned for a moment before leaning into your ear. You felt her hands untangle from your neck as they trailed down your torso and onto your already-stiff cock. Her fingers wrapped around the tip, lightly rubbing against the underside.

“Miyeon wha—.”

“Besides...” Miyeon stroked your cock gently. “I don’t think you mind at all, right? Baby?” 

“Bu—“

“You could’ve stopped me, you know?” Miyeon taunted quietly, her strokes getting faster and faster. “You could have stopped me, and I would have listened.” Confusion and pleasure rushed to your brain, your heart rate picking up again as your cock throbbed against her hand. Fight and flight responses melted together, frying your brain and rendering you useless.

“But you didn’t.” Miyeon egged you on, her grasp on you twisting and slowing down all of a sudden, the rush of satisfaction snatched away from you. Your hips involuntarily bucked in protest, desperate to feel the illicit friction. You released a pent-up groan as Miyeon stopped entirely. A smile crept up on her face, finally satisfied with your response. You’ve happily lain in the trap she set.

“Oh? I thought this was wrong, Mr. Chastity?” Miyeon quipped, arrogantly keeping you and your orgasm in check and in her hand.

Your dry throat failed to even croak out a response. You felt the adrenaline rush to your veins as you stared at Miyeon, her beady eyes staring right back at you. Her fingertips would graze your tip lightly, making you wince and twitch at the unfair situation. You saw the malevolent creature residing behind Miyeon’s eyes, a force of pure lust and sex, torturing you slowly and methodically. 

“Well? I should stop now, right?” Miyeon’s tongue flicked along your lips. The serpentine seductress, under the guise of pursed lips and innocent shrugs, established the standstill you found yourselves in.

Miyeon’s nails travelled up your length, leaving one-by-one, finally departing your steaming rod, your orgasm now drifting further and further away. 

Miyeon relented. “Alright then. I’ll stop. You’ve made your—”

Your hand shot down to grab Miyeon’s wrist. Desire surged in your temple, disconnecting once more your principles and morals. This time, you searched for the point of no return, craving that rush you felt when falling from it. 

You gulped as you stopped Miyeon, your hunger gradually growing and deepening. You wanted it. You needed it. So your hand tightened around Miyeon’s wrist, her fingers still wrapped around your length.

And you slowly jerked yourself off with Miyeon’s hand.

You pushed and pulled her palm along your cock, rubbing and grazing along the grooves of Miyeon’s hand. You leaned into her collar, slightly moaning as you thrusted in and out of her curled fingers. Thoughts of Minnie were long gone at that point. You shut your eyes as you buried yourself into the right side of Miyeon’s neck, focusing only on the pleasure. The taboo was part of the excitement now, the infidelity a mere thing of the past, and the guilt an aphrodisiac.

Miyeon chuckled. You felt her lips touch your right ear, giving you a small peck as she withdrew your hand from her wrist and placed it on her hips.

“Like this, baby?” the she-devil whispered, her hand twisting and stroking. 

You endured the goading with gritted teeth, stuck between wanting release and wanting to feel that pleasure forever. You nodded slightly. Miyeon did her very best to indulge you.

“You’re so big in my hand, baby. So fucking big.” Her low, alluring voice persisted in your ear while she stroked and pumped your shaft.

You moaned out a hot breath, hitting the hair on Miyeon’s neck, causing her to groan in your ear. Her fingers shifted, her grip changing, her speed picking up. Miyeon ran her thumb over the tip, now lathering pre-cum on her hand and down your shaft.

“Yeah, you like this baby? You like how I jerk you off? How I pump you, and stroke you, and please you? Fuck you’re so hard. So fucking big and hard for me. And it’s all mine.” 

Your wet cock twitched in Miyeon’s grasp, signalling your impending orgasm, arriving considerably quicker this time. Miyeon noticed, her strokes now building up faster and faster.

“You’re gonna fucking cum for me, baby? Yeah? Are you close, hmm? Oh baby, you’re fucking throbbing. You wanna cum all over my hand that badly? Cum all over my fingers while I jerk you off? God, shit, I’m so fucking wet. Go on, baby, yeah. Cum for me. Cum on my hand, baby. Come on. Give it to me. Give me every. Last. Fucking. Drop.”

You busted quick into Miyeon’s hand that morning. Streams of thick cum landed on her skin, the hot fluid staining and sullying her palm and some part of her thighs. You inhaled deeply, the exhaustion weighing on you more than you expected. You felt light-headed and drained. But ultimately satisfied.

Miyeon deliberately licked her palm in front of you, her eyes peeking and reappearing behind wet fingers. Her features stared evilly, the Devil having made her explicit point. The deal was set in stone now, the act binding both of you, your very soul as collateral. You stared at the dimple on her gorgeous cheek, wondering why it was there again. Or why it never seemed to leave. 

Miyeon gave you one last kiss on the cheek before finally exiting your embrace. You laid on your couch, tired, confused, and frustrated. You touched the cheek Miyeon kissed, red and blushing.

You never told Minnie. You couldn’t. 

The rest of the day went by as painstakingly slow as possible, sowing nervous seeds inside your mind as you anticipated a confrontation with your girlfriend. You expected a shout, or a slap, or a shove from Minnie when you saw her in the company later in the day. But it never came.

The guilt rotted your stomach the moment Minnie’s eye lit up as she ran to you for a hug. The same arms that bruised and groped Miyeon’s curves hugged Minnie as she wrapped herself around you. You kissed the top of Minnie’s head on instinct, your girlfriend replaced with the image of Miyeon’s naked body all bundled up against yours. You felt awful seeing Minnie’s smile, seeing just how deep the love she felt for you was. From then on, you vowed never to break her heart again. The thing with Miyeon was done, it meant nothing, and it will never be anything.

You didn’t stop Miyeon. You couldn’t.

Miyeon would grab any opportunity she could find just to meet you. A day off, a lunch break, a behind-the-scenes shooting, when the mood struck Miyeon, you’d know. The two of you would commit the ungodly act behind locked doors, closed spaces, and sometimes even secluded tunnels (a story for another time). Once you felt that familiar buzz from your phone, the blood would rush to your length, flexing in anticipation. It was like you were conditioned, a skewed, perverted Pavlovian experiment exploiting your baser instincts. 

Before you knew it, your feet were moving. You strode down long hallways, maneuvering and navigating any obstacles that stood in your way. Your speed shocked you at times, leaving you wondering just how intense your need was. You’d catch yourself looking for Miyeon even before she sent a text, finding her on her phone and being greeted with a sly smile. Your sexcapades were fiery, explosive, and mind-numbingly great that each promise you’ve told yourself never to come back was broken every single time. Miyeon knew how to get to you and pressure you just enough to make your resolve crumble. Then in just a flash, the clothes were off, your tongue on her blushed and sweaty cheeks, and your length deep inside her warmth.

“One…last…time.” Miyeon would usually gasp out as you fucked her. “Just one last time, baby.” She would coo between rough breaths.

Did you believe her? For a bit. But then you got used to it by your 5th “last time” with her. In a twisted way, each tryst with Miyeon makes you fuck her like it’s really the last time, inadvertently making her appetite unwavering, roaring, and never dormant. You would pound her needy cunt, giving your all (maybe even spraining a hip or two) in the hopes it would somehow reset a circuit in her brain and unlatch off you. Next thing you know, you’re on your 12th last time, gripping Miyeon’s sexy fucking ass as you plough her against the padded recording room.

“Did you turn off the camera?” Miyeon whispered in your ear as she held onto your broad shoulders.

Fuck. You remembered it was one of I-DLE’s behind-the-scenes vlogs for their promotion week. You froze as you carried her weight, slowly turning your head to the small Sony camera in the corner, its red recording dot blipping on and off.

Oh, motherfucker.

You quickly untangled your limbs from Miyeon’s and prepared to pull out when her graceful legs clung tighter around your waist. She ground against you, locking your meat inside her, as she held onto the sides of your face.

“No. Cum inside me on camera.”

“You can’t be serious,” you sputtered in disbelief.

“It’s not that hard to delete footage.”

“Yeah, it’s not that hard to turn a fucking camera off either,” you snapped back.

“So pull out then.”

There it was again– another dare. This was the game. The game where, unfortunately, Miyeon was pro. It was clearly your turn. 

And yet, nothing. Silence.

Miyeon took the chance to slowly pepper kisses on the side of your face, trailing all the way down your jaw and to your neck. Her fingers ran through your hair as her nails grazed your scalp, a wave of tingles, each running down your spine. You released an involuntary groan. 

Her lips closed in on your ear, giving the helix a long, slow, and taunting lick. Miyeon breathed out a moan in your ear and whispered. “C’mon then, baby. Pull out,” she coaxed feignedly.

Well? Pull out!, you thought. But you didn’t. You couldn’t. The world remained still, your girth still residing in her.

Fuck it. You gripped her body tighter as you slammed her back against the foam-padded walls of the recording studio. Your lips latched onto her collarbone as your teeth bit and purpled the skin. You rammed yourself back up into her warmth, your digits greedily coveting the curves of her ass and thighs.

The woman yelped in delight as she felt your renewed vigor, her grip on your hair tightening. Her other hand wrapped around you, welcoming you back into her pleasure, as her nails dug in and scratched your back. You gritted your teeth as you fucked her through the stings, gasps, and whimpers.

Always having the last word, Miyeon laughed out breathlessly, dimple on display, as you finished inside. 

“That’s what I thought.”

The work day ended a few hours after that illicit meeting. You stood alone in the cold Seoul night, the mist of your breath twisting and curling weightlessly.

“Finally! Let’s go.” Minnie exhaled as she skipped down the company building’s welcoming steps, her fuchsia puffer crinkling as she interlocked her arms with yours. Enveloped by a wool scarf, Minnie grinned at you. “C’mon!”

Both of you started your stroll down the tiled sidewalk, on the hunt for a quick bite before heading home. 

“You in the mood for soup?” you hummed. 

“Hmm…” Minnie put a quick finger to her cheek as she thought for a moment. 

“That’s cute,” you chuckled.

“What’s cute?”

“That,” you emphasized. “The whole face you’re doing.”

“Hey! This is my thinking face!” Minne put on a quick pout but relented. “Soup’s good for me, baby.” Minnie smiled, igniting a few embers in your heart, the heat rising to your ears as you blushed.

With soup on the agenda, you and Minnie sauntered down a busy street, looking through several shops and kitchens, hoping to find refuge from the winter bite.

Your phone vibrates. 

Typical of Cube, texting on the off-hours. You pulled your phone out, awaiting the familiar news of a scheduling conflict in your texts. Your right hand remained interlocked with Minnie’s. 

Miyeon.

Your smile immediately vanished, cheeks now lowered with a frown. You tapped the message open as you gulped down trepidation.

It was a video from the camera. That video. 

No. She wouldn’t. She wouldn’t dare, you thought.

And yet she did. That’s all she did. Dare. Vex. Rile.

Ignite.

You scrambled to dim the phone’s brightness with your left hand, panic setting in your nerves as, unbeknownst to her, your girlfriend looks for a suitable restaurant.

It was surreal, feeling your heart rattle and beat so loudly you felt it in your temple despite it sinking to your stomach. Your hand trembled, your thumb shaking as it hovered above the Play icon in the middle of the thumbnail, conveniently covering where you and Miyeon’s bodies connected intimately.

A second message pops up.

“You’re amazing, baby.”

You exhaled weakly, your phone now a ticking time bomb, ready to destroy everything good you had going on in your life.

You lost the spring in your step, Minnie’s voice now serving as background noise to your dread. A couple of mhmms and yeses were all you uttered, cognition clearly failing.

“Baby?”

You whiplash back into reality, to the task at hand — Minnie.

“No, yeah, that sounds great!” Your phone clicked as you turned it off. What was Minnie talking about?

“It’s fine.” Minnie smiles and chuckles dryly, waving it off weakly.

“No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t pretend,” you admitted. “It’s just— there’s another scheduling conflict, I’m going to have to find another slot, and it’s just derailed this month’s activities,” you lied.

“I said it’s fine, baby,” Minnie started. “I know how stressful it is.”

Minnie nodded and looked up as pale light drenched her features, exquisitely sculpting her face. You hurriedly put an arm around Minnie, rubbing her shoulder, desperate to get back on her good side.

Minnie stared up into the sky. 

“The moon’s extra bright tonight, huh?”

Dinner tasted more guilt than soup that night.

So, now you’re reminiscing on a Saturday. You never fully talked to Miyeon for a good 2 weeks after that video incident. The whole week was simply clock in, do your work, have it checked, then clock out. Hell, the only conversation you had with Miyeon was working out a hair and make-up slot, never about anything else. Never about dramas, food, or even the weather.

Never about you two.

And so you guys never met up.

Well, she had hit up your phone every once in a while, whenever the mood seemed to strike her. But every time her name popped up on that phone screen, you’d seize up, frozen and palpitating. Then you would start hyperventilating.

 And then eventually, you would get mad.

Mad at Miyeon? Oh yeah, definitely. It’s that type of flashbulb mad — just instantaneous irritation with her. You’d think about her the whole time — her face, the meetings, that dimple — and you’d just fume. And so you worked, and worked, sublimating those intense feelings you harbored (ironically, you received a pat on the back from a higher-up for being so efficient, too).

It was the same for Minnie. With a comeback in mind, Soyeon needed to write a couple of songs to build up their concept. Minnie volunteered and has been taking the time to write her song. You’d check in on her once in a while, but knowing Minnie, she’d already hyper-focused and was immune to any form of distraction.

Looking back, you probably needed that routine of simply working. That cycle of mundane reset a circuit in you, as the once dysregulated nervous system now settles down, with signals and impulses not firing on all cylinders. You liked having everything under control — just smooth, smooth sailing. The next thing you know, it’s finally 5. Laptop in your bag, computer turned off, you locked up your office and took the elevator down.

You shot Minnie a quick text before taking a cab home.

“I’m heading home, baby. How’s the song?” you asked.

“The song’s coming along great so far, just a few tweaks for Soyeon, and then it’ll be done. Will work a bit late, so be safe, okay?”

“I will. Text me when you get home.”

You click your phone shut, grab a taxi, and head home. 

Jingling your keys, you round the corner of the apartment complex, bounding towards your door.

Clad in a sleek black satin nightdress, the Devil leaned on the wall just beside your door. Her dark brown hair cascaded down her cheeks and curving off her shoulders, framing her face but covering her neckline greedily. Her smooth thighs and toned legs extended out from the dastardly short hemline, scarlet red stilettos making her a tad bit taller. Hearing you fumble for your keys, her eyes met yours as soon as you turned the corner, her predatory gaze glinting for a split second.

“Hey,” she coos with a slight tilt to her head, dimple already showing.

Your heart races as your jaw tightens.

“You shouldn’t be here,” you manage to croak out.

Her stilettos tap the hallway as she approaches you. You observe her subtle sashay, both of her legs eager to catch your attention. She stops just a few inches in front of you, her sharp features now coming into full view. 

“I just wanted to see you,” she puts on a faux pout.

“You crossed a line.”

“Oh boo-hoo, I’ve sent you things before,” she taunts.

“I was with her, Miyeon.”

The intensity of leer eases, eyebrows slowly backing off. “I…I didn’t know.”

“Oh fuck that.” You push past her and unlock the door, physically putting that conversation away and refusing to indulge her any further.

It seems you weren’t too quick, as Miyeon adeptly puts a palm on the door, effectively letting herself in, eager to keep up the tirade.

“I swear, I didn’t know,” she pipes up. “I would never do that to her, you know that.”

“And yet you did!” you rebut. You never raised your voice at Miyeon, not even if you got mad. But not this time. You were furious. You were heated, and it’s all been bubbling up till now. Heat rose from your core as it seeped through your face.

“You did! You sent that video, the same stupid video I told you to get rid of!” You raise a finger, gaining momentum to say more, but quickly shake your head. “I should have deleted it then,” you mutter.

The woman breathes slowly, her eyes slightly watery. “I didn’t know…” Miyeon whimpers.

“You know what? That is your problem, Miyeon– you never know! You don’t stop to think and know, you just do!” you argue. 

“Which is why we’re here in the first place,” you add under your breath.

She stares at you in shock, speechless, obviously hurt. Even in the middle of your quaint interior design and weak apartment lighting, she looked eerily breathtaking. Your heart aches.

Miyeon opens her mouth to speak, but hesitates. She thinks for a moment before replying, eyebrows stern now.

“You don’t get to put this all on me,” Miyeon says.

“Excuse me?”

“You don’t get to put this all on me. You’re in this just as much as I am.” Miyeon says matter-of-factly.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Oh, this is so you. So what, you’ve just been fucking me all this time because I told you to?” Miyeon crossed her arms.

You’re taken aback, unable to reply.

“Oh, baby. I’ve always given you an out.” Miyeon closes the distance and leans in to whisper. “You’ve just never taken them.”

Miyeon quickly backs off and shrugs. “I’m not saying I’m an angel, but I’m not all devil, baby.” Her eyes flash briefly as she says that.

“Oh that is such bullshit, Miyeon, you know that.”

“Is it? You’ve come onto me just as much as I’ve come onto you— metaphorically and literally,” she barks.

“It’s just…It’s you! Who can say no when you’re grinding yourself on me and whispering into my ear?”

“Please have some level of accountability.” Her words drip with condescening weight. “It’s not my fault a different head does the thinking for you.”

“You can’t be serious…”

Miyeon shrugs and turns around,  deciding to take a stroll around your apartment, taking in the various pictures and decorations. You stay planted in where you stood.

After a quick circle around the room, Miyeon saunters back over to you. “So,” she clicks her tongue. “Here’s what I think. I’m obviously hurt by what you said, so I’m gonna need an apology,” Miyeon quipped. “And make it good.”

“Fuck you.”

“That’s kinda the idea, baby.” Miyeon quips as she stares up at you with a cocky smirk. 

Seeing your unshifting gaze, she rolls her eyes and lets out a defeated sigh. 

“We’ve already had this argument a hundred times. You have won none of those. So save me the white knight act and fuck me,” She gives your cheek a few light slaps, finally getting her adorable pet to obey. “Hm, baby?” 

Your face is inches from hers as you continue to stare at her.

You exhale, steeling yourself, as you crouch down to pick her up.

Miyeon yelps as she laces her arms around your neck, grabbing onto your shoulders. You grip her legs tightly as you carry her to your room.

With a bit of fiddling, you open the door hurriedly. You throw the woman on the bed, her hair splayed widely but still, somehow, some way, picture perfect. She looks up at you and giggles lightly. You quickly unbuckle and throw your pants off as you kneel close to Miyeon. With rough hands, you harshly spread her legs to rip her underwear off. Your brusque movements catch Miyeon off guard as she squeals. 

“Hey! C’mon, slow down.” She chuckles as she grasps your arm, attempting to stop you.

You pin her arms back down on the bed, shaking off her suggestion. Miyeon’s forehead scrunches as you manhandle her. You finally roll her panties off and throw them to the side. You come in closer, preparing to enter her.

“Hey!” Miyeon protests. “I said slow down.” Her eyes pleaded, the tinge of seduction now gone.

“You wanted it good, right? Well, this is it. This is good,” you bark back, chest heaving up and down now, heart beating faster. You lean in and start kissing her neck, leaving a few bites here and there.

Miyeon squirms a bit, uncomfortable. “I’m serious, stop.”

You sit back up. “What now?” you snap. You stare down at her for a few silent seconds. Your grip on Miyeon’s arms slackens.

She takes this moment to lower her arms back down. She sits up from under you and places a hand on your cheek. Warm. Sweet.

“Hey,” she softens, voice soothing now. Miyeon somberly tilts her head, finding your gaze.

You crumble. You lean your head into her hand, and you close your eyes.

Miyeon sees this and slowly pulls your head in, arms wrapping around you in a serene hug. You sniff. Green apple.

With a hand supporting the back of your head, and the other rubbing up and down your back, Miyeon croons. “Shh, it’s okay.”

Both of you hold each other, not speaking or moving, just breathing.

You traded your apartment walls for Miyeon’s arms, finding comfort in her seclusion as you vanish within her. There it is again– both of you drifting off into space, stars zooming past as you embrace for what seems like a million light-years. Both of you floated, lingering and enveloping one another. Your heart pounded.

Miyeon was the first to pull back– not out of dislike, but to look at you finally. She cups your chin and raises your head. Her eyes sparkle as she gets you to look at her back. 

There it was. Again. You picked up on the familiar depth to her gaze, those layers upon layers of unknown. What was that?

You nod and slowly place her hands down, your pulse just hammering away at your wrist. You scoot away from Miyeon and stare at her squarely. You needed to tell her.

And so you did.

“I used to have feelings for you, y’know.”

Your apartment walls come snapping back into place. You burn through the atmosphere and come crashing down, back onto your bed. You gulped down a piece of your nervousness and continued.

“Gosh, I liked you a lot, Miyeon,” you stammered. “I loved going to work because of you.”

Miyeon’s eyes widen, her gaze wanting to catch all of you in the moment. She stilled even more.

You push further. “You were just this bright person, Miyeon. You had this sort of warm light inside you that I couldn’t get enough of. Every room you went to, that light would just overflow, and I would drink it all up. Heck, I would listen to you talk on and on if it meant I saw that light every day.”

You choke up. “And I kinda did, y’know? We spent so much time together as friends, I guess I was fine burying whatever I felt for you. And I got used to that too– seeing you as a friend. But then…” You trail off. 

“Look, I didn’t mean to pin it all on you and just dodge the accountability. I could have stopped this anytime, too. I’m sorry,” you continue. “Anyway, I have to tell Minnie, too.” You recollect for a bit and chuckle sadly to yourself.

“Why are you telling me this?” Miyeon mumbles, a slight quiver in her voice.

You start sniffling as you pinch your nose. You chuckle a bit. “It’s so stupid. I’m okay with being friends. But this…” You gesture to both of you. “I can’t anymore.”

The woman before you remains silent, nodding in understanding. She fixes the strap of her nightdress, the one lowered by your prior advances, as she stares back at you.

You continue. “Every time I look at you, I just seize up. Every time our eyes meet, I just melt,” you sigh as you slowly stand up to fix your clothes and some of the scattered pillows.

“Despite everything, Miyeon..” you start. “The secret meetings, the dumb conversations– the wrongness of it all. Even if I vow to stay away and never talk to you ever again– even then– I’m positive I’ll always be yours.”

“What...?” Miyeon tries to speak up, only releasing a small whisper.

You begin to ramble. “It’s you, Miyeon. It’s you. I wanted the whole thing with you– the real thing. I fucking wanted it desperately. Oh God, but when I saw you beam just being friends, I couldn’t do that to you. Fuck, I know, I know. It’s an easy cop-out, this whole ‘white knight’ routine, but seeing you happy made me happy,” you whine. “So we can’t do this anymore, this…this shit. I wanted this to be real so bad– the things we did, the kissing, the staring, the hugging. Because, in a way, it felt like that: real. But it’s not. I don’t wanna lie and just fuck– I can’t do that to you. I can’t settle for just a part of you; I need all of you. That sounds so fucked up to say, and I know it’s too late, and everything’s just fucked now, and there’s still Minnie, but I am absolutely in lo—”

Miyeon lunges forward to capture your lips in a kiss. You melt into her.

Both of you broke apart as Miyeon leaned back to look at you. She whispered, smiling at you softly with both hands on your face. 

“Me too, me too.”

The subtle light of your lamp to the side bounces off Miyeon’s gaze, two pools of twinkling space just locked on yours. Her touch is care, your face cradled between appreciative thumbs, stroking your cheek. There was a newfound tenderness in her grasp– arms and fingers that caressed, yet also safeguarded. 

That’s when it clicked. The thing that lingered– you see it now, ever clear. It was always there; in the first few seconds your eyes met when the work day started, whenever you caught her observing you while you worked– hell, the first time you fucked it was there. It was always there.

It was always there in your eyes, too.

“You’re dazzling,” the woman whispers. “You’ve always been dazzling to me.”

“So all this time…?”

“I’m yours. I’ve always been yours, you fucking idiot,” Miyeon sighs defeatedly while biting the corner of her lip, staring at you, analyzing. “I waited for so long, too. I should have just told you then what I felt, instead of letting it get to, well, this. I’m sorry I got carried away…I didn’t meant to pressure you, or manipulate you, or anything! It’s just— I just took what I could get…” she lamented softly with a shake of her head. 

Both of you hang onto each other, suspended in liminality, unsure of what to do next but not wanting to move either. Miyeon broke the silence first.

“I’m not letting you go…” she admits.

“I know,” you nod in response. “But, we have to tell Minnie.”

Miyeon solemnly nods in agreement, committing to confess alongside you. She sat there in front of you, drawing circles on the palm of your hand, touching you tenderly. “I’m not a bad person…” she wanes.

Miyeon laughs— the same weak and futile laugh, buffering but betraying a deep sadness and the arrival of tears. The same heart that beat for you, ached at the wrong she’s done to Minnie, her bandmate, her sister.

You pull up her palms and place them on your shoulders, scooting her waist a bit closer as you hold her tight. “I know…I know you aren’t,” you say with a kiss on top of her head — the same kiss you hesitated on before, finally finding its home.

Eons pass by as you soothe her, fingers riding up and down her lithe back, dipping between curves and running through her waves of hair. It feels unreal how a change in context, a shift in tides, a confession of love makes even physical contact with Miyeon so intimate. You cradled royalty, you saw golden hour, you kissed lightning, and you breathed her eternity. This feeling lingered beneath both your skins, a new kind of intimacy, but one you’ve felt like you’ve known forever.

Miyeon, now a little bit calmer, looks up at you to give you a quick peck. You kiss back. She does too. The atmosphere soon shifts as her fingers tighten in your hair. Her teeth graze your lower lip as she leans back.

 Her dimple reappears. Of course it does, you thought.

The she-devil makes a grand entrance of heat and green apple. Miyeon’s eyes sparkle with a growing hunger, a smirk slowly forming.

“Don’t you owe me an apology?” she asks innocently, pout and dimple plastered on her devilish features.

You click your tongue sternly. “We have to tell Minnie. Now.”

“And we will. Just…maybe, possibly, after a couple of minutes?” she looks up, coyly.

You stare down at her in your arms, thinking.

“Let me have you, finally have you. Without all the extra bullshit,” she pleads.

Miyeon thinks for a bit. “But you can tell me no, too. I won’t…I-I’m not, I’m not like that. I won’t be like that anymore.”

You lean in to kiss her. “Okay, baby,” you say, giving her a reassuring smile. You kiss her one last time, taking a tad bit longer, electricity running through the contact.

As your lips dance, Miyeon runs a nail up from your throat to your jawline, eliciting a groan from you. She leaves you open-mouthed, her tongue prodding yours lightly— teasing you before diving back in.

You run both your hands down her smooth nightie and stop at the small of her back, lingering, asking permission.

Miyeon smiles through a kiss. “Go ahead, baby.”

You venture downwards and lift the hem of her nightdress up, exposing the plump curves of her asscheeks. You squeeze both, gripping them as you bring her crotch closer to yours. Miyeon sat on top of you, moaning as your fingers clenched and groped. Sensing what you wanted, the woman rolled her hips for you, grinding her already wet slit against your bulge. Both of you moan in unison, breath colliding as you melded closer and closer, grinding and humping each other, two gluttons for more physical intimacy. Your hips buck up a bit, driving your bulge roughly against Miyeon’s soaking pussy, making her mewl and cry out.

“I missed you,” Miyeon says with an inhale of your musk. She grabs the hair on the back of your head, tilting you upwards as she grinds on you deeper. She takes this moment to lick from your Adam's apple all the way up to your chin, her hot breath coating your neck. Her other hand leaves your cheek and travels sneakily between your bodies, finding your straining bulge. Her slender fingers wrap around your tent, stroking and rubbing you through the material. Her thumb finds your frenulum, lightly running circles just underneath your tip. Tingles shoot down from your neck as you groan involuntarily.

“Stand up, baby,” Miyeon says with a lick to your earlobe. “I need to taste you.”

You tongue Miyeon’s gasping mouth one last time before finally unwrapping yourself from her limbs. You stand at the foot of the bed with your erection poking through your shorts and pointing at the she-devil now laying on her stomach, looking up at you with eyes that seek only one thing: to consume. The once brief flashes of flame that flickered in her soul were now raging infernoes that were set loose instead of reigned in by calculated control. Your shaft strained against the confines, flexing in anticipation of Miyeon’s mouth and tongue, seemingly magnetized by the impending paradise and the promise of release.

You pull your shorts down immediately, finally exposing your stiffened cock, shaft pulsing with strength. Miyeon looks up at you with open-mouthed breaths and wraps her fingers around the base. Your knees buckle slightly and you groan as she finally holds you, stroking slowly, gauging your reactions, moaning as she feels how aroused you currently are for her. Her warm exhales only make your cock flex and wince even more, your shaft straining as it pleads to be licked and wrapped in her soft, slick, and warm mouth. Miyeon, having had enough of stroking, tilts your dick upwards and catches your gaze, daring you to watch what she does next.

You watch her head slowly lean in at the base of your cock and she licks all the way to the tip.

You almost orgasm as her slick spit offers a different sort of sensation that makes something inside you bolder, hungrier, greedier. Your hands immediately hold onto her hair as she looks up at you, gaze alternating between a faux “Am I doing this right?” and a deep sentience that screamed “Look at what you’re making me do”. Your fingers curl and lock around Miyeon’s hair as the pleasure picks up, her head now bobbing and moving up and down your length, eager to show you just how much absence has made her heart grow fonder. You reciprocate by closing your eyes, cutting off the visual information to enhance the senses that fired as Miyeon deepthroated you, and driving your cock deeper into her mouth, riding along her flicking tongue. With a groan, Miyeon pops your meat out from her lips, a thin stripe of spit extending between, and then takes your balls into her mouth. Her soft hand jerks your cock as she pays each of your testicles her dues.

“God, fuck, Miyeon…”

“Yeah? Does that feel good, baby? You like it when I stroke your huge fucking cock like this, baby, hm?” she coos in between strokes now, her pace quickening as she twists her hand whenever she approaches the base.

“Yes, fuck, yes, please, oh fuck,” you manage to groan out, overcome with waves and waves of pleasure as your cock is stroked and swallowed in turns. “Keep going, baby, please.”

“Oh my poor baby, missing my touch like this,” Miyeon whispered as her eyes kept staring at you, overwhelmed and overstimulated. She opens up again and wraps her lips around the head, tongue circling just underneath the tip. Miyeon gags as she takes you in, cheeks puffing as she breathed through the deepthroat.

Miyeon expertly works your whole length through her mouth, licking and enveloping your shaft in tight velvet, all while looking up at you indulging yourself. You fuck her mouth a few more times before feeing that slight tremble of orgasm. Your tip grazes the back of her throat again, prompting her to gag and groan out. Your mind dulls and your hips piston in and out, driving your erection into more uncharted territory, greedily chasing a release Miyeon felt in the pulse of your vein.

You pull out for a bit. “I’m gonna—“

“On my fucking face!” she gasps out. 

You obey as you thrust back in a few times, chasing the last few seconds before pulling out. Miyeon’s hand is on you in an instant, stroking your spit-lathered cock, aiming it at her face.

“Come on baby, let it out for me. Oh baby, please let it out. Cum for me, cum all over my face, baby. Oh, you’re so fucking big in my hand, baby. Fuck, I feel it coming. Cum for me, baby, please?” The she-devil riled you with glazed eyes, an open mouth, and a pink tongue flattened, ready to be blessed.

You feel a tightening in your balls as Miyeon stroked your cock for you, jerking you off with both hands now. Your breath hitches for a moment, your orgasm coming harder than you expected. You groan out in overwhelming pleasure as Miyeon rests the tip of your dick on her tongue. White spurts stain her pink tongue, shooting out over the surface and some into her mouth. Your cock fires off more, landing on her cheek and her forehead. Miyeon gasps out in surprise, a stray load splattering on her jaw and up across her left eyelid. She settles for a bit, breathing hard, eyes still looking up at you. 

Then her hand strokes again.

“Give me one more, baby, please…”

She picks up speed this time, jerking your semi-erect cock. You’re spent, but something about this alluring woman seems to stir something deep inside you, something primal that bypasses your refractory period. You feel that same pressure rising from your balls as your thighs clench. Miyeon gives a few enthusiastic licks to your tip, her voice lowering as she works for your building release. 

“That’s it, baby. Cum for me one more time, baby, hm? Okay, baby? Can you do that for me? You’re gonna cum for me one more time, okay? Fuck, I can feel you pulsing in my hand. Ooh, baby, just one more. Just one more for me, baby, please.”

You let out a deep, guttural moan as the rushing feeling travels out of your wincing cock, one last big load jetting out and painting Miyeon’s cum-coated lips and tongue. Miyeon moans out as you grip her hair to pull her closer to your cock. Your orgasm weakens as you grip your shaft, rubbing the wet tip all over her cheeks and jaw, her eyes closed as she lets you use her to ride out the final throes of your pleasure. Your cock finally rests as Miyeon’s tongue catches its final white drops. She gives a few licks, cleaning your tip as your breathing finally settles down.

She looks up at you, with this oddly-sticky-but-ethereal glow and blush that just seems to pull on your heart strings. Was it weird? A bit, seeing as her cheeks bore all the markings of your love. But it was her— and by God did you love her. So you told her. 

“I love you.”

“Oh, thanks, I bet you do, Mr. Chastity-Cums-Alot.” She rolls her eyes with a dimpled grin and a snort.

“Oookay, man. I was being genuine.”

Miyeon’ shotgun laughs at your dry response. You grab a nearby towel (exactly for moments like this), drying off the excess load she didn’t willingly lick or reach for.

She rubs off her cheek and fixes the locks of her hair, staring back up at you with twinkling eyes, her dimple showing itself alongside her devilish grin.

“I love you too.” Miyeon reciprocates warmly.

I always have, her dimple says. All this time.

Her words pass on through your already-melted resolve and fills this Miyeon-shaped gap in the walls you’ve built. Unbeknownst to you, you’ve already done the same for her.

You guys just fit.

“Your cock is still out.” Miyeon, sensing a lull in the moment, flicks the underside of your meat with a sneaky chuckle.

“Ow! What the hell!”

“You sing the chorus with her?” you asked.

“I do,” Miyeon bites a nail, nervous and all quiet. You click your tongue as you lower her finger from her mouth.

“And she’s written all the lyrics to it?” you pressed.

“Well, Soyeon’s helped a bit, but it’s really all her.”

“Is it about…?”

“You haven’t listened to it?”

“No.”

It was Miyeon’s turn to click her tongue. She pulls up her phone and gives you an earbud.

You scroll through their newly-finished “I burn” EP and click play on MOON.