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“My break’s over soon, you know,” Yves says. “Perfect time to tell me what’s up instead of stuff you could’ve texted..”
With her back against the wall and a cigarette between her fingers, Yves is in a familiar place with someone that felt just as familiar once. The bar has many faults, mostly the pigheaded regulars flirting with her night after night, but its secluded smoking area makes up for it somewhat.
Unlike most nights, the brick Yves leans on doesn’t dig into her skin - Jungeun’s blazer across her shoulders like it belonged there. Unlike most nights, Yves isn’t alone. She’s still deciding if that’s a good thing.
“What if I just missed you?” Jungeun says.
Yves turns and stares at the younger girl. As much as Yves missed Jungeun’s snark, she has no time for this.
Realizing she couldn’t stall for time anymore, Jungeun sighs. “Alright, fine. I got you a date.”
Yves's eyebrows shot up. “Hard pass.”
“It’ll be good! How long has it been since you went on a date? And who doesn’t like free food?”
Yves almost laughs when she hears Jungeun phrasing it as an opportunity instead of a favor. How business major of her. “Not interested.”
Yves takes a drag from her cigarette as she watches Jungeun bristle. It’s been two years since they’ve talked face-to-face. Yves had forgotten how much fun it was to say no to the younger girl, an almost petulant frown gracing Jungeun’s lips. Adorable.
“Dating isn’t my thing,” Yves explains. The pout only grows. “You really came just to ask that? Why do you even want me to go?”
“You need four people to go on a double date. You might even like her,” Jungeun says. “She’s sweet.”
Jungeun rambles about her friend, as if that’d do anything to convince her. Yves rolls her eyes. Yves may have had her share of one-night-stands and fuckbuddies, but she’d never been on a “real date” - whatever that meant. She doubts anything Jungeun could say would make change any more appealing. Especially not for a girl Jungeun had described as “bubbly” and “adorable”.
“And Jinsoul misses you!” Jungeun adds.
This makes Yves lean her head back against the brick wall. If Jinsoul misses her, she knows where Yves is - right back where they all started. Yet there were no visits. Barely any texts.
After four years of minimal contact, Yves doesn’t even know if she can consider Jinsoul a friend anymore. She wonders if Jinsoul even kept up with Jungeun back then. When Jinsoul moved to the city, Jungeun was so distraught with Jinsoul’s absence she threw herself into her studies. Jungeun became valedictorian two years later and landed a scholarship to the same university, chasing Jinsoul even now.
She lets the smoke billow out of her mouth in a slow exhale, standing up straighter to look down into Jungeun’s eyes. The blonde next to her grimaces, sleeve pressed to her nose to avoid inhaling. Jungeun’s desperate. Yves holds back a sneer, knowing exactly who to blame.
“So you two are officially together now, huh?”
Jungeun updates her at least once a week - copious studying and insignificant parties - nothing too interesting until Jungeun admitted she confessed to Jinsoul one drunken night out. They weren’t anything yet, if Yves read Jungeun’s anxious walls of texts correctly, but they’re hanging out a lot more. Yves can tell Jungeun’s getting her hopes up.
“Well..” Jungeun says. She looks up at Yves, her gaze expectant through her lashes, head tilted to the ground. “This is the first proper date Jinsoul’s agreed to.”
Yves brings the cigarette back up to her lips, hoping her hand blocks the pitying look. She gives a hum.
“It’d be nice to get together again, right? You can’t say you don’t miss her too.” Jungeun tries.
Yves can tell she’s grasping at straws, and it hurts to see Jungeun trying this hard again. Two years may have gone by, but deep down Jungeun is still that love-struck teenager clinging to a chance.
Oh, Jungie. Aren’t you tired of chasing after a girl who won’t ever slow down for you?
Yves puts out her cig against the wall, flicking it to the concrete. She stifles her pessimistic thought of how Jinsoul’s sure to up and leave again when she graduates. Jungeun deserves to be happy. God knows Yves wouldn’t be able to be the one who makes her that.
“Okay, fine.” Yves forces a smile. “So tell me about my date. I wanna know what I'm getting myself into.”
xx
After spending the weekend visiting their hometown, Jungeun returned to the city campus with Yves in tow. Jungeun pays for a three night stay at a four-star hotel, giving Yves two days (not counting the double date) to explore, saying it’s the least she could do for dragging the older girl here.
Yves doesn’t tell her she’d do just about anything for her. Yves doesn’t tell her to watch out before her heart breaks again.
The double date is early the following day. Jinsoul had afternoon classes and, even though Yves is sure Jungeun would have to stay up late the night before doing her readings, Jungeun set it up for the older girl’s convenience. Yves can’t remember the last time she had breakfast that wasn’t just a coffee. Still, she says yes, and fakes her enthusiasm before saying she’d sleep early.
She considers keeping her word and heading to bed. The mere thought of it makes her sigh. Yves wants to build her nerve before seeing Jinsoul again, to have a good time so she’s less likely to cuss her out. It feels strange. The two were once so close Yves could guess what she was thinking. Now they’re practically strangers. Yves wonders if she’ll know how to function around a stranger she knows too much about.
She needs a drink.
xx
City or not, bars are always the same.
Yves leans against the bar counter, nursing her second bottle. It wasn’t too long ago when she could only drink one, and Jinsoul would poke her reddening cheeks and make fun of her for blushing - saying she was blushing as much as Jungeun after a dirty joke. Jungeun would squeak, indignant, swatting her crush for her teasing. Yves would stare at Jungeun and wish she looked at her like that instead.
Working at the bar and drinking a lot more over the years had improved Yves’s alcohol tolerance so much that she only felt a slight buzz with an amount that would’ve had her reeling back then. She supposes a lot has changed. If only her feelings would as well.
Yves scans the bar for a potential distraction. The thought of going back to an unfamiliar hotel room, then to a date where she’ll suffer through Jungeun shooting Jinsoul heart eyes.. it makes her shudder. She wonders if finding some stranger and having a good time with them would help. At the very least, it'd remind Yves of her true nature, the free, never-to-be-tied-down self she’d cultivated over the years. She's Yves now, not Sooyoung. Not the pathetic, still in love with her only friend, always second-place loser she once was.
A loud laugh, and Yves sees her.
There’s a girl, around her age, a small crowd around her. She appears coolly casual with her oversized plaid shirt and cap on (who even wears hats indoors?). She has no one to impress. Her broad smile and eyes that crinkle up like she’s always thinking of something mischievous entice Yves.
The girl laughs again, jokingly punching whoever she’s talking to in the arm. It’s a motion that should remind Yves of Jungeun, but.. this girl makes it impossible to even think of anyone else. She’s a presence void of comparison.
Yves walks over, drawn like a moth to a flame. She’s found her perfect distraction, her entertainment for the night. With her goal set, Yves doesn’t even notice the people she’s nudging past, never stopping until she’s beside the girl.
“Hey there..” Yves pauses.
“Chuu,” the girl, Chuu, fills in. The name’s as cute as her round face and the pink drink she’s holding. “What’s your name?”
“Call me Yves.”
“Yves unnie,” Chuu repeats. She smiles again, bright like a lighthouse calling Yves to shore.
The small addition makes Yves grin, but she can’t resist the urge to tease, to fight back any honest reaction with humor. “Unnie, huh? What makes you think I’m older?” She pouts. “I could be young and hip!”
“No, no!” Chuu waves her arms in protest. “It’s just..” She makes a cute little face, mouth scrunched up as she debates her next words.
“Just..?”
“You’re pretty, so you’re an unnie,” Chuu finishes with a nod.
Yves steps closer. She catches how the girl Chuu is with slips her arm around Chuu's, staking her claim like Chuu’s an object to own.
Yves can sense the nerves coming from Chuu. Chuu’s arm is linked with the girl beside her, but it’s stiff, and Chuu positions herself as far away as she can without breaking contact. Chuu’s only facing Yves, not once acknowledging the girl beside her once Yves had walked up. She seems.. apprehensive yet eager. Perhaps looking for an easy escape?
A bad date, maybe? , Yves theorizes. A clingy friend she doesn’t want to seem like she’s dating?
Yves cuts to the chase. “You’re cute.” She strokes up Chuu’s free arm, pleasantly surprised with the firm muscle she feels. “Can I get your number? Buy you a drink? Something like that..?”
The girl Chuu had been talking to scoffs. “Are you serious?”
Yves’s eyes never leave Chuu’s face. Yves tilts her head to her spot by the bar - a wordless ‘come with me’.
“You can say no..” Yves says when Chuu hesitates.
“Um.” Chuu’s eyes flit from Yves to the other girl, eyes wide in panic. “No, I.. Yeah, that sounds nice.”
Chuu slips her arm away, giving the girl a final polite smile before taking Yves’s hand. Yves’s eyes widen. It’s not at all what she expected, a bold move from this complete stranger. Her hand is warm but not soft, textured by some physical activity Yves can only wonder about for now. She wants to know why. She wants to learn as much as Chuu wants to tell her.
“Thank you,” Chuu whispers. She gives Yves’s hand a squeeze.
Yves doesn’t even realize she hasn’t thought about Jungeun this entire time.
xx
“I don’t think grape farmers need a music degree,” Yves says.
In half an hour, Chuu has made her laugh harder than she has in months. It isn’t even the drinks. She’d slowed down a while ago, not wanting to be too tipsy in case things escalated. She never enjoyed being drunk during sex, wanting to feel every bit of it.
Chuu pouts. “I tell you my dream and you make fun of me!” She downs another shot, a mixture of beer and soju she’d ordered once her pink drink was long gone. “So mean to Chuu!”
The cool image Chuu had been giving off with her clothing and confidence has mostly faded by now. Yves finds that she doesn't mind - which is a shock. Cute, sure, but this level of loud enthusiastic energy isn't her usual type. She's more used to carrying conversations with her wit and constant jokes. But there's something in Chuu's easy laughter and the way she adds to Yves's bits, something Yves isn't used to, something that makes Yves want more.
Yves’s hand settles on Chuu’s thigh, squeezing it. She leans forward just enough for her cleavage to be unavoidable to Chuu's gaze. Chuu sputters a bit, gulping when Yves’s thumb wipes away a drop from the side of her lips.
“I can be nice to Chuu too,” Yves teases, “if you want me to be.”
She sips slowly, smiling behind her glass, watching Chuu process her words. The slight bulge in Chuu’s jeans that Yves had been eyeing grows. The younger girl’s hands cover herself, pressing down in shame.
“I, uh..” Chuu's eyes dart around. Her eyebrows furrow together, lips pursing.
It's clear she's apprehensive. Yves backs off, not wanting to make Chuu uncomfortable like the girl before, leaning back in her chair. Yves's face reddens. God, how stupid could she be? Misreading the signs, harassing this adorable innocent girl..
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have.."
Yves moves to take her hand from Chuu's lap. Chuu stops her, placing a hand over Yves's and keeping her there.
"Can I kiss you?"
Yves answers the question by leaning up and taking her lips between her own.
xx
Yves's back is against a cold hard mirror, their intermingled breaths fogging up the glass, Chuu's body perfectly pressing into hers. The bathroom isn't the worst place she's ever been fucked. An image flashes in her mind - Chuu's hair splayed against pillows as Yves rides her to completion, bangs stuck with sweat to her forehead - and Yves almost whines. Yves aches at the thought of never seeing that. She can't remember the last time she's wanted something so much.
Chuu's hand caresses at Yves's bare stomach, her shirt ridden up with their feverish movements. Yves responds by kissing hard, pressure bruising, desperate for contact everywhere she can get it. She balls her hand in Chuu’s shirt and tugs her closer.
Her phone buzzes in her back pocket, vibration loud against the sink Chuu placed her on. They ignore it. Yves's legs fall open, allowing Chuu between them, her clothed length pressing against Yves's thigh. Yves bites down on the younger girl's lips as she stifles a gasp. Yves's phone buzzes again.
"You should check that," Chuu says.
Despite her suggestion, Chuu's eyes are closed, words murmured against Yves's mouth. Yves laughs against her. She presses her hands on Chuu's chest, parting them momentarily. Chuu pouts.
They're texts from Jinsoul. Not even addressing the two years spent ignoring her, Jinsoul barges back into Yves's life with her dorky emoticons and caring words. She asks how Yves is doing, where Yves is staying. Jinsoul jokes about how Yves always wakes up late, offers to pick her up tomorrow bright and early so they won't face Jungeun's wrath.
It fills Yves with something beyond rage. Yves knows there's no way in hell she's going back to her hotel room tonight. Fuck Jinsoul. Fuck whatever Jungeun sees in her.
"Hey," Chuu says, stroking Yves's cheek. Even though Yves is practically a stranger, her eyes are filled with genuine concern. "You alright?"
Yves wants.
She pulls Chuu in, fingers hooked in the loops of Chuu's jeans. Yves's phone clatters to the ground as she surges forward to reconnect their lips. Chuu melts into her touch. Her hands grope at Chuu's ass, body thrilling at the gasp that escapes the younger girl. She takes advantage of the split-second Chuu's mouth opens, slipping her tongue inside.
They make out for what feels like hours, exploring each others' bodies with such gentle touches it makes Yves shiver. She doesn't want gentle. She wants to be fucked so hard she can't remember her own name. Her hand cups Chuu's bulge, squeezing slightly, whispering a needy "please" against her skin.
As much as Chuu would love to match the eagerness, she slows it down. She grasps Yves’s wrists, stopping the older girl from sliding her hand into Chuu’s jeans. She moves away from Yves’s hot, open mouth, peppering tender kisses along her jaw, smiling when she hears Yves whimper.
There's a banging at the door. Chuu jerks away, suddenly remembering where they are as she's torn away from their two-person world. The loss of contact hurts Yves more than the texts did.
"We'll be out soon!" Yves calls out.
She tugs down her shirt and smooths down her hair to look somewhat presentable, giving a shrew smile to Chuu doing the same, her fumbling movements making it clear she has less experience with rushed rendezvous like these. She doesn't move from the sink.
"I don't want to be alone tonight," Yves says. It's more vulnerability than she remembers ever showing. "And I don't want this to be the only time I feel you."
Chuu bites her lip. “My place is only five minutes away. Let me take you there?”
Yves nods. She sees her phone still laying on the dingy bathroom floor but doesn't go to pick it up.
xx
As Chuu catches her breath, Yves makes her way to the side of the bed. She sits down and slips her jacket off, a movement so casual it’s as if she’s the one who lives here instead.
Chuu watches as Yves stares at her bulge, embarrassed by how much she’s tenting with only a few kisses. Yves wastes no time, reaching out to tug at Chuu’s hips, guiding the nervous girl to stand in front of her, gentle strokes to her sides to calm her down.
“Haven’t done this before?” Yves asks, halfway between a tease and a genuine question.
“Not with a girl as pretty as you.”
Yves isn’t used to sweet words being directed her way, especially so honest. Most people defaulted to hot - the particularly sleazy ones with flowery words like gorgeous or ethereal. There’s something so charming about the simple compliment. Or maybe it’s the girl smiling down at her.
Yves toys with the loops of Chuu’s jeans. She’s face-to-face with the object of her desires, her mouth watering in anticipation.
“I want to suck your cock,” Yves says.
“Yeah?”
Yves looks up at the near-stranger. Heat shoots down to her core when she sees her eagerness matched - Chuu’s bottom lip tucked between her teeth and eyes screaming of desperation. She hears the belt unbuckle; the material dragging across denim, but her eyes don’t stray from Chuu’s face.
“Yeah,” Yves answers.
Chuu smiles. It isn’t cute like before - any trace of nervousness evaporated. Her hand settles on Yves’s head. Yves is surprised the hand doesn’t push her down. It’s a light pressure keeping her steady, and her heart flutters at how comforted and excited it makes her feel all at once.
Yves tugs at the sides of Chuu’s briefs. Every part of her is screaming, needing it off, as if she’ll shut down in an instant without Chuu’s cock lodged in her throat. Chuu’s hand starts to move, now stroking through her hair.
Yves licks her lips as the cock springs free, mouth feeling dry. She watches as it bobs a few inches in front of her face. On any other night, Yves would have gripped it and uttered a half-hearted compliment about how big it is, or some other cliche. And it is - thick too.. but Yves can barely think, let alone string the words together.
Chuu’s hand in her hair stops. Yves has to stop herself from whining at the loss of contact. “Is there something wrong?” Chuu asks. “We can stop-“
Yves leans in, licking at the head, eyes flicking up to Chuu’s face. It gives a twitch, lifting from her tongue to drop against it. A drop of precum forms, and Yves rolls her tongue around the head to lick it up. There’s a hint of saltiness to it.
Chuu breathes out hard. Her hand grips down, tugging at the strands of Yves’s hair. It’s nothing near rough but Yves can feel her panties dampening with arousal. She wants more. She wants everything Chuu can give her.
Yves wraps her hand around the base, marveling at how stiff and powerful it feels just resting against her palm. And so smooth too..
Yves directs it up against Chuu’s stomach before moving down to lick at the underside. Starting from where her balls and shaft met, Yves stares deep into Chuu’s eyes as she drags her tongue up to the head. She twirls the tip of her tongue around, once, twice, reveling in how it makes Chuu shudder. She kisses down to the base and lets go, the heavy shaft warm against her face.
“You’re longer than my face,” Yves says. She picks it up, starting to pump softly. “And so thick I can’t wrap my hand around it all..”
“God..”
Yves closes her mouth around the head as she jerks slowly, suckling and teasing at the tip. Her entire body thrills at every new gush of precum, at how Chuu’s grip on her hair gets tighter and tighter. She moans with delight, addicted to Chuu’s taste already. Everything about this - how heavy Chuu’s cock feels in her mouth, how sweet she sounds panting above her, how obvious Chuu’s appreciation for her mouth - makes her throb.
She sinks down as far as she can, lips stretched as Chuu seemed to get thicker with every inch. Her gag reflex stops her barely past the halfway point, her fist pumping away at the remaining inches. Chuu’s hips twitch, surging forward and making Yves gag around the invading head.
Chuu’s eyes flash with concern, apologies fluttering from her pretty lips, but Yves shuts her up by pulling back and flicking her tongue over the sensitive slit. She bobs her head up and down, hand moving in tandem. With her lips already stretched so wide, Yves can’t help but wonder what it’d feel like to be split around the thicker base. It’s a shame, but as long as her cunt gets stretched by it, Yves will be more than satisfied.
Yves resolves that she’ll learn to take it all eventually. She imagines both of Chuu’s hands guiding her down, cooing at her as she’s forced to take it all.. only to be torn out of her reverie when she realizes. The thought that this - whatever this thing between them is - is only for tonight makes her chest feel heavy.
“Fuck, Yves..”
Chuu’s breathy sounds and her lower, lust-tinged voice makes Yves clench in anticipation. Yves squeezes her thighs together for some semblance of relief.
Yves pulls off, strands of spit connecting her to Chuu’s member. “If I stopped sucking you right now and made you fuck me,” she says as she pumps deliberately, “how mad would you be?”
Chuu just laughs. “You’d be the mad one. With.. fuck..” She pauses, groaning when Yves’s thumb circles the head. “God, with how close I am, I’d spill inside you for sure.”
A litany of please flashes through Yves’s mind, but she shakes her head, ashamed at her desperation. She’s soaked beyond belief at the thought of Chuu filling her with cum. So warm. Yves knows sex is about the journey, but she’s never been this turned on at the idea of the destination.
“What if I want you to cum inside me?”
Chuu’s cock jumps in her hand. For a second, Yves thinks that she had teased too much, that Chuu came straight into her hand. Yves is shocked the idea of Chuu’s cum dripping past her fingers is more alluring than disappointing.
“Let me cum inside your mouth first,” Chuu pants. “Then I’ll cum inside you as much as you want.”
Yves brings her head back down, amping up her efforts to speed up the process. Her hand jerks eagerly, ready to wring every drop Chuu had to offer. Her free hand comes up to palm Chuu’s balls, making her gasp. Yves allows herself a glance to appreciate how far gone Chuu is. No longer hesitant, Chuu meets Yves’s every bob, thrusting into her open mouth and ignoring Yves’s occasional gags. Chuu’s other hand settles in her hair as well, holding her head in place. Yves’s eyes flutter shut, focusing on her task, thrilled to be used so wholly.
“Fuck..!”
Yves hollows out her cheeks as she sucks down hard.
“God.. Yves..”
The wet sucking noises as Chuu fucks her mouth like a fleshlight makes her whole body tingle. Yves wonders if she’ll cum from this. Untouched, still fully clothed, so dedicated to Chuu’s pleasure that she could erupt at any second.
“Fuck, I’m so close!” Chuu’s balls tighten in her hand, shaft twitching against her tongue.
Yves hears a deep moan as Chuu shoots a load directly into her mouth, as hot and addictive as she knew it’d be. Yves’s throat bobs as she swallows everything Chuu has to give. She’s eager to swallow every drop, but the sheer volume of it makes it impossible. Dribbles of it escape the sides of Yves’s mouth, flowing down in streaks. It clears her chin and neck, eventually absorbed by the collar of her shirt. She shouldn’t find wearing Chuu’s cum this hot, but knowing she milked it out of her excites her to no end.
Chuu pulls out with a groan. She watches how the bump she’d been fucking into Yves’s throat slides back with her movement, bottom lip tucked between her teeth and hand gripping at her base. She strokes her softening cock slow, sensual, savoring the sensations. Still coated in Yves’s saliva, her pumps are as easy as they are maddening.
“You’re way too good at that,” Chuu says with a laugh. That cute nervous girl Yves met at the bar comes back with a flash.
“So I’ve been told.” No matter how often Yves hears it, it’s never sounded as sweet. She thinks she’s never tasted cum this sweet either - but that’s probably sentimentality getting to her. “Gonna fuck me now, daddy?”
Chuu stops her pumping, squeezing her shaft as she twitches. “Ugh..”
Her cock stiffens. A fraction more and she’ll be ready to fuck Yves properly this time, and Yves decides she can’t wait much longer. Her hands caress up Chuu’s firm thighs, nails scraping along Chuu’s ass. She lolls out her tongue, showing off the white streaks, how completely her mouth and throat is painted with Chuu’s seed.
“Come on, daddy,” Yves whines. It’s over-the-top and completely ridiculous, but Yves has never shied away from doing too much. “Don’t you want to fill my slutty cunt up just like this?”
She swallows. She sticks out her tongue again, cum all cleared up.
“I deserve it, right, daddy?”
The words barely leave her lips when her back hits the mattress. Chuu strips her, pulling off her shirt and shorts and leaving her only in her underwear. She smiles upon seeing Yves’s matching bra and panties - the deep burgundy red striking against her skin.
“I’ll give you what you deserve.” Chuu’s words are a whisper against her neck. “Slut.”
Chuu’s barely even touching her, cock hot between their bodies but nowhere near where Yves needs it. Still, every sensation overpowers Yves’s senses - the kisses along her throat, the thigh pressed up between her legs, intense pressure against her core. She’s so so wet. Each movement only makes it worse, lacy fabric sliding against her needy clit and..
Oh.
She shudders, body jerking. She tugs at Chuu’s shirt as she cums without warning, drenching her panties beyond belief. With tears in her eyes, she moans Chuu’s name, spluttering out a please please please as Chuu strokes her back and tells her how good she is.
“Please fuck me,” she babbles, “I need it so bad.. I..”
Chuu spreads her legs. She kisses Yves’s cheek, waiting for Yves to come down from her peak, not wanting to overwhelm her. Her hands rub Yves’s thighs, cooing sweet words and telling her to take her time. She settles between Yves’s legs and smiles down at her, with nothing but patience and care in her eyes.
Yves fights back the feeling that she doesn’t deserve this softness. This respect. A part of her snaps that she should be getting fucked right now, despising how much she’s begged. A smaller part tells her that no matter how kind she seems, Chuu will be quick to throw her out to the curb once she’s dropped her load, just like everyone else. Chuu might be too caring for her liking, but.. Yves chooses to be grateful. Yves chooses to stay in the beautiful moment, no matter how it’ll end.
Yves grabs her cock by the shaft. She shifts her panties to the side, exposing her soaked cunt to the air. She positions Chuu to her eager hole, rubbing the head up and down to coat it with her slick, head tilting back at the pleasure. When her eyes open, their gazes meet. Chuu grins. Yves tells herself her heart tightening is nothing.
The head presses in. Yves hears a gasp, but she can't tell if it came from her or Chuu. She can't tell anything anymore. Yves's mind goes blank, too caught up the way she's opening up for the younger girl, her walls stretching with an agonizingly slow stretch. She gasps, barely holding back a scream. Her nails claw at Chuu's back. She looks at Chuu's face, sees the pain and pleasure, and..
Her open mouth crashes against Chuu's. Chuu's holding her so sweetly, one hand caressing her face, the other at her thigh keeping her legs parted. Yves's lungs burn, tears prickling at her eyes, but it doesn't matter. Not like Chuu's touch does.
Yves bucks up. Chuu's sluggish pace, though kind in how it lets Yves's walls get used to the stretch, is maddening.
"Faster," she murmurs into Chuu's lips. "Need it.. harder.."
Her hands slip down, grasping at Chuu's hips, pulling them into her. She groans when her movements make Chuu's cock slip in further, so close but not quite at the hilt. The thickness she'd fantasized about taking rubs against her sensitive folds and her body shudders.
"I know, I know," Chuu tells her, pulling away from the kiss to breathe. The words are probably meant to placate her, but it makes Yves squirm. "I'll give it to you."
True to her word, Chuu ups the pace. She fucks into Yves's willing body, showcasing more experience than she'd let on. Her continuous thrusts surge deeper and deeper each time. Yves hears the slick sounds of their bodies coming together, the rhythmic slaps of Chuu shoving into her over and over and..
"Yes..!" Yves jerks, body rising from the bed and slamming back down.
"Right there?" Chuu asks, circling her hips to reach the spot again.
She grins when Yves gives a weak shuddery noise of approval. She positions herself, Yves's eyes almost rolling to the back of her head when she presses against it perfectly. But then she just stops.
"Chuu.." Yves whines.
Yves is about to cuss the younger girl out for stopping when Chuu undoes her bra, leans down to take a nipple between her lips, and starts to thrust again.
"Fuck..!"
Chuu laughs, hot breath torturous against Yves's nipple. She sucks down hard, making Yves twist underneath her, hand palming at Yves's other breast. Her tongue circles around Yves's nipple. Her thumb rubs at Yves's stiff peak.
"You're beautiful," Chuu tells her. "And you feel so.. ugh.. good around me. Every part of you is amazing."
The way she's looking at Yves is far too soft compared to the insistent, merciless churning of her hips. Her words and actions are too sweet for the one night stand this has to be. Yves shuts her up with a kiss. Yves lies to herself and says this is nothing special, that she'll leave in a few days with no regrets.
It's too much.
Chuu's cock throbs inside her, pressing against Yves's weak points like she was tailor-made to please her. The tip of her cock kisses at the deepest part of her and it makes Yves whimper.
It's too much.
Chuu's teeth scrape against her spit-slick nipple. Chuu's thick base slips inside her hole and Yves has never felt so full, fuck, it's too much, fuck, she needs to scream. Everything is so - no, Chuu is so warm and so big and so good that..
"I'm cumming..!"
"Fuck, me too," Chuu says.
The younger girl bites her lip, fighting back her release as Yves pulses around her. She helps Yves ride out her orgasm, giving a few small thrusts until Yves slumps against the bed, pleasure fully wrung out. Chuu pulls out and shoots her warm load all over Yves's torso, groaning as she strokes out the final drops.
Yves pants. Her eyes feel heavy, close to drifting off in this near-stranger's bed. She looks down at her stomach and frowns.
"You didn't cum inside me.." She doesn't know why it disappoints her so much - she's never let anyone cum inside her before.
"I didn't know if you were on birth control so.." Chuu trails off, embarrassed. "I know you said you wanted it, but.."
She looks up at Chuu, wiping the cum up and sticking it inside her mouth to relive the taste, moaning around her fingers. Chuu stares at her, eyes looking her over with a hunger that excited Yves down to her very core.
"Next time?"
Yves smiles. Her heart aches. She doesn't want to lie to this sweet girl, hates that she's so broken she has to, not built for promises or next times. So she says "maybe," and leaves it at that.
xx
The bedroom door swings open.
"Rise and shine, Jiwoo!" A familiar voice calls. "It's time for our date!"
Yves wakes up in Jiwoo's arms, body sore, Jungeun's shock-frozen body at the doorframe.