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Chaewon’s hands hurt.
Tenderly, coldly, achingly so.
She’s told her boss a million times that the back of the bar gets too cold in comparison to the rest of the club. Chaewon knows she has a propensity for complaining, but she means it!
Tonight’s DJ sucks, and the clubgoers are extra annoying tonight. “Ladies get in free” is always a shitty promotion to have to deal with, especially on a Friday night when Chaewon knows everyone is eager to end their week trying to score. She wonders why their club even bothers when she knows they’re going to still be stuck with a reputation for having the worst behaved men in all of Itaewon district, and Chaewon hates having to be associated with it.
But a job is a job, and as long as she can hide an earbud in her ear and cover it with her hair, listening to her bar exam prep course, she can multitask and make the most out of the limited hours in a day.
She’s knuckle deep in trying to clean the barsink after her stupid coworker spilled nearly half their grenadine to splash all over the place, that she almost doesn’t hear the grating, annoying voice trying to get her attention.
Almost.
“Hey.”
She blinks, still opting to pretend she didn’t hear it. She rinses off the sponge and washes her hands, half a mind to slap Shotaro for his careless mistake that she knows their boss is going to reprimand them all for. Her earbud says something to her about some Latin phrase she’ll need to know, but unfortunately, she can’t rewind it to hear clearly, because there’s an extra annoying voice raising back at her. The same annoying voice from earlier, unfortunately.
“Hello?!”
Chaewon grimaces. Fine. She’s finally forced to look.
“Something wrong with your drink, sir?”
She likes to think a few years behind a bar has helped her master her customer service voice. Except as a bartender, she has to be extra dry and neutral, because anything remotely friendly is constituted as flirting. Chaewon tried it when she first started out, the whole flirting for tips thing, but soon into her bartending career she realized that men think any female attention is flirting, and she can make things a lot easier on herself by being actively rude to them and watching them eat it up. Less effort, similar payoff, if anything, extra desire to compensate by tipping handsomely.
Greasy hair, sweaty face, flushed skin. Another finance bro who can’t handle his liquor. He’s leaning too far over the bar to try and balance himself, clearly wobbly.
“I just tipped 115,00 won and you didn’t even bat an eye.”
Chaewon smiles, but it’s more to herself than to him. Bingo.
“Thank you,” she says simply.
“She wants me,” the guy slurs, turning away to try and recoup his ego in front of his friends. “She totally fucking wants me.”
Her ears would probably be curling if they could move like that. She hates the sound of his voice. She hates the sound of most drunk people’s voices in this stupid club, honestly. She turns to prepare her lecture for Shotaro and the grenadine mess he made, but there’s an interruption.
Warm, resonant, curious.
“What catches your eye?”
(Chaewon can’t admit to herself how much she likes this voice.)
She reaches into her pocket to pause the lecture she’s listening to. When her eyes come up, she’s not met with another sweaty financier in over his head.
It’s a girl, around her age, tall despite draping herself over the bar countertop. Her eyes look tired, like she’s had a long day, but they’re warm, dark, and so insanely round. She blinks, and Chaewon swears she can count each long eyelash batting up and down. Those eyes are fixed on her, watching the way she moves, but not in a predatory way like Chaewon is used to.
Just watching. Curious. Seeing.
“Not performative spending,” Chaewon snorts.
“Noted.” The girl nods, and then, without a single ounce of hesitation, pretends to take notes mid-air. Even goes so far as to lick the nib of her imaginary pen, miming scribbling the words down. “No… performative… spending.”
Completely caught off guard, Chaewon laughs. Stuck around rich snooty strangers all day, she likes meeting people who don’t insist on taking themselves too seriously.
“What can I get you?” She offers, eyeing the stranger.
And to her delight, the stranger doesn’t dare break eye contact. With all the confidence in the world, she flashes a too-nice smile in Chaewon’s direction.
“Whatever you like.”
Chaewon feels the smile go straight to her spine. Fuck. Who is this? She reminds herself that she’s at work and tries to steady herself. If there’s one thing Chaewon’s good at, it’s keeping her poker face up.
So as casually as she can manage, she wrinkles her nose, leaning forward across the bar to come ever so closer to this delicious stranger.
“I can upsell you, but my job is to make you something you’d actually come back for,” she teases, but her willingness to experiment has her curiosity piqued. She motions to the bottles in front of her, willing to be creative with the tiniest bit of a prompt. “What’s your taste?”
“I like bitter,” she says, eyes lighting up. Chaewon can see the distinct bags beneath those pretty brown eyes, but it doesn’t make it any less charming the way they light up as the two go back and forth. The raven-haired stranger grins. “The more I hate it the better.”
Chaewon laughs, but obliges, reaching immediately for the orange bitters. She wants something to hate, Chaewon will give her something to hate. An Eeyore's Requiem, a complex, pretentious, extremely bitter mixed drink usually enjoyed by people actively trying to end their own lives but look expensive doing it.
“You want to hate it?” She questions, seeking out the bottle of campari. Not something she usually reaches for on a Friday night, but she likes that about this stranger, just giving her free reign. “Hate to tell you this, but that sounds toxic.”
“Ah, well, I like to think of it as testing myself,” the stranger grins back.
“Testing yourself,” Chaewon echoes, her head down, focused on ensuring these pours are nothing short of perfect as they all land in the mixing glass. “Like some sort of monk.”
“You make me sound so disciplined. I just like fun stuff,” the girl says. She pauses, her eyes transfixed on Chaewon’s hands, never once losing track of their movements. “I love bad habits.”
Chaewon feels a shudder roll down her spine at this girl’s words. She’s getting dangerously distracted, and she’s afraid looking up might make her start stammering like an idiot, so she focuses instead on peeling the most perfect little orange peel she’s ever worked on. A gentle spritz of the oil over the drink, and she’s completed it. A picture perfect, not-at-all-club-friendly Eeyore’s Requiem, something she had to google in the back the first time it was ever requested by some too-rich old dude, made just for this playful stranger.
“That’s a dangerous confession to make, monk,” Chaewon teases back, handing the drink over. She’s finally forced to look into the stranger’s insane dark eyes, and the tingle in her spine returns. She’s suddenly painfully aware of her every breath, the cool glass in her hands, but she tries to steady herself, reminding herself that she has a job to do. She tries not to smile, refocusing on where she is. “Close your tab up front. Enjoy your night.”
This stupid fucking stranger, with her gorgeous dark eyes, blinking up at her almost hungrily. Chaewon might melt, but she won’t fall for it.
“I will,” she says simply, lifting the cup as if to initiate a cheer.
Chaewon has half a mind to just turn around and pretend the interaction doesn’t happen. She gets hundreds of faces a night. What’s so special about this one?
Ugh. Those damn eyes. She’s only human, after all.
“Wait.”
The stranger doesn’t hesitate. She pauses, having already turned to prepare to walk away, but stays exactly where she stands. Her brow arches, eyeing Chaewon. Again— curiously, eagerly, hungrily. The burning in the pit of Chaewon’s stomach returns with a vengeance.
“Come back to me if you want a refill.” Chaewon can’t believe she’s giving in like this, but she’s human, as she’s allowed to be, and a stupidly good-looking stranger is allowed to make her stomach flip. She motions to Shotaro, who’s bumbling aimlessly behind the bar, panic written clear on his features as the line of irritable customers begins to mount. She looks back at the stranger, as if her point is proven. “The other guy won’t make your drink right.”
The stranger’s eyes crease up into knowing crescents. She nods, something unspoken yet understood between them, and hoists the cup once more before taking a sip, turning on her heel to move away from the counter. Chaewon fully expects to see her face pucker as a reaction, the most bitter drink she can think of now in this stranger’s mouth, but the girl doesn’t so much as flinch. She takes another sip, as easily as if she’d be drinking a cup of pineapple juice. Chaewon blinks in shock.
“You’re staring,” Shotaro’s voice cuts in, rather annoyingly.
“You’re in the fucking weeds,” Chaewon snaps back, motioning to the mass of drunken idiots all now aggressively thudding into the bar, eager to get both of their attention. Chaewon irritatedly shoves past the moron she’s forced to work with, clicking her lecture back on in her pocket, and tries to focus again on keeping the bar moving since her incompetent coworker can’t go more than 2 minutes without needing her help with something.
Chaewon focuses, and loses herself in the evening. She can’t help but feel like there’s something lingering in the air. Something like two deep brown eyes, watching her.
(Chaewon doesn’t let herself look up to check.)
She’s not sure how much time has passed, but it’s probably close to midnight now, considering how busy the bar is getting. Chaewon likes this, entering a flow state like this. Take orders, stay stern, be focused, multitask. It keeps her busy, and before she knows it, her shift is over.
That’s why when a familiar figure hunches over the bar, almost like a shadow casting over the place, she nearly curses out loud knowing her flow is about to be deeply thrown off.
“Hi.”
Chaewon recognizes the voice too easily. And unfortunately, so does her body, as her stomach flips instantly at the soft, low rasp of this stranger’s voice.
“The monk,” Chaewon greets. Neutral, a statement. Not a welcome, just an acknowledgement.
The stranger stares at her for a half second too long, and Chaewon has more to do right now than to play the silent game with anyone, regardless of how good-looking they may be. She gives herself a half-second to indulge— a dark pull-over, black hair in shaggy layers, contrasting against her milky pale skin, rosy pink lips pouting out like she’s half-upset. Chaewon wonders if this is the stranger’s thinking face.
But then, as if she’s sensing she’s about to lose out on the conversation, she finally jumps in.
“Can I buy you a drink?”
Chaewon has to stop herself from throwing her head back. This girl is flirting with her. Perfect. Way to make her night that much harder to focus through.
“Not drinking,” she says simply.
The stranger grins back.
“You’re a saint.”
“I have things to focus on, and I work this job,” Chaewon chooses her words carefully. Sharing a tiny bit in order to show she’s human, but not enough to let this stranger potentially waste her time. She works quickly to make a second requiem, nearly as perfect as the first. The stranger didn’t ask for anything different, so Chaewon is going to punish her with another super-bitter drink. “No time for hangovers.”
Seizing the opportunity, the stranger doesn’t miss a beat.
“What do you have time for?”
Chaewon has a choice to make. Unfortunately, there’s a pair of the prettiest brown eyes she’s ever seen staring back at her, still curious, still eager, and the bartender feels like she never really stood a chance. She licks her lips, pausing mid-stir, trying to collect herself. Her voice comes out much too raspy for her own liking, the attraction making it painfully difficult to keep bantering back and forth with this stranger without giving any hint that she might be more interested than she lets on.
“I get off at 2. If you’re still here, we can see what my schedule looks like then.”
Nearly imperceptible, the stranger’s lips curl. A faint smile.
“Noted,” she nods, taking the drink from Chaewon as she hands it to her. And like a victory, she holds it in the air, as if to toast to her success.
Chaewon’s heart thuds, but she can’t let the stranger know that. She rolls her eyes and turns around. When she turns back to focus on the next customer, the stranger is gone. A new wad of bills appears in her tip jar. A modest amount, less than the man by far, but still generous. Chaewon smiles to herself. Not performative at all. A girl who listens.
The rush has slowed down notably, and the bar closes in a half hour, so Chaewon feels decent about even Shotaro’s ability to close out without fucking it all up. She collects her tips, gathers her things, and slides out the back of the bar into the employee room. Sets apart a few bills for the security guards, some for the table girls, and divides them up neatly, happy with her own share. It’s not something she’s obligated to do, but they work together to send the drunkest and most money-happy patrons to Chaewon specifically, who does a fine job of convincing them to upgrade to the nicest tequila they own. It’s not a dream job, but it pays for rent and for law school, so Chaewon won’t complain.
She slips on her jacket, grateful that the falltime is quickly setting in and ridding them of the cloying summer heat. Ironic, considering how much she hates being cold behind the bar, but she figures it’s way more annoying to be too hot than too cold when you’re in the middle of a sweaty club.
And to her surprise, when she steps into the back hallway that connects the staff room and the bathrooms to the back exit, she spots a figure. Lurking, like a shadow. Familiar.
The monk, perched against the wall, smoking a cigarette. Indoors, no less, but decent enough to blow it out of the window cracked by the door.
“You’re still here,” Chaewon says simply.
“I tried leaving, but I couldn’t find the door,” the raven haired girl jokes back, her head coming up at the sound of Chaewon’s voice.
“I see.” Chaewon hums, motioning to the bright red EXIT sign directly next to them. She likes this girl’s ability to match her humor a little too much. “Maybe you’ll have to follow me? Just to see how to use one.”
The girl nods, her big brown eyes blinking wide. “I’m a hands-on learner. I think that’ll be good for me. You really are a saint.”
“That door usually works,” Chaewon deadpans, motioning to the door they’re standing next to. “At least, it does if you push it open.”
Unceremoniously, the monk pushes the door open with ease. They’re both met with the sharp breeze of a cold September late night.
“Ugh, my hero.”
Chaewon can’t fight back the smile that takes to her features. She leads them out, eyeing the alleyway carefully, not wanting to let her guard down too far of both her surroundings and the stranger she’s becoming increasingly charmed with. She watches as the girl drops the cigarette into a puddle and puts the embers out with the heel of her boot just for good measure.
“Do you have plans?” The bartender asks.
The girl wrinkles her nose, her eyes taking in Chaewon.
“Not really, at 2 in the morning.”
“Right,” Chaewon laughs. She looks out at the end of the alleyway— most conveniently, leading right to the bus stop. She looks back up at the stranger, curious if she’d be the type to drive after the sort of drinks she’s had. “Do you have a ride?”
“I get most of my daily social interaction from car drivers,” the stranger informs her, matter-of-factly.
“I take the bus,” Chaewon replies, motioning to the stop, illuminated by the bright bustle of the lively Itaewon club district’s neon signs. She plucks up whatever courage she’s been holding onto for the night and drops the final hint. “Straight shot down to my place.”
The stranger furrows her brows, an innocent, playful gesture.
“If you can spare a ride, I’d love that, but I wouldn’t want you going out of your way. You’ve already done so much, making me a drink, teaching me how to use a door…”
Chaewon smiles back at her. She’ll let herself indulge in this beautiful, good-natured stranger.
“I think you’ll fit,” she laughs, leading the way for them to navigate towards the stop. To her luck, the bus is already pulling up, headlights clear in the distance. “We’ll have to check how packed it is at 2am...”
The stranger grins back at her, those eyes always watching.
“Fingers crossed.”
Chaewon hooks her jacket onto her coat rack and kicks her bookbag out of the doorway. She’s just grateful she had the mindset to clean before she left for work, not after.
It’s a simple studio, not much, but enough for Chaewon to eat, sleep, study, and repeat. Her bed, a desk, a small couch, and a tiny table that mostly gets used for books, microwaved meals, and every so often, a rewarding bowl of whatever spicy jjigae she can splurge on.
Her building is tucked away in a little alleyway, and next door is a small kimchi shop where they have a pot of kimchi jjigae boiling away like a perpetual stew, piping hot at every hour of the day. She loves making a quick stop after particularly long nights, but after a bus drive spent staring at this stranger’s insanely pretty hands, hunger is probably the last thing on her mind.
The small talk on the bus ride here mostly felt like foreplay: more teasing, more banter, more self-deprecating jokes that made Chaewon’s brain buzz. The girl is gorgeous, low-key, and most importantly, she can keep up.
Chaewon can count her hookups in the last few years on her fingers. It’s not that she’s not interested in scratching that itch, but the older she gets, the more she finds a stupid fuck is so much worse than just doing it herself. The regret of getting a morning-after text with someone misspelling a simple word was enough for her to increase her “blocked” list by at least one. And after the brain-melting final year of law school she’s about to have, she’s got better things to do than to waste her time fucking mediocre idiots when she can just sleep instead.
Maybe her standards are too easy, she realizes a bit too late. Be smart and make her laugh. Be good looking. Don’t weird her out. Fuck. She’ll have to revisit these things once she’s done with this night.
Because right now, she has a gorgeous stranger following her up into her apartment, careful not to knock anything down, quick to slip her shoes off and leave them right next to Chaewon’s at the entrance. Observing the tight space, making notes in her head. Chaewon hesitates, wondering what the stranger could be thinking, or if she should snap a quick picture and send it to Sakura.
What would she even say? Hey, invited this one over for a one night stand. Check on me in the morning.
She realizes there’s been too long of a lingering silence, especially considering what comes next. The air starts to thicken with anticipation.
“What’s your name?” Chaewon finally asks, a bit embarrassed she hadn’t thought to ask sooner.
And then, as if surprised, the girl’s face shifts. A half-grin, half-arch of her brows.
“We’ve met before.”
Chaewon feels the back of her neck burn. Fuck. Forgetting this girl’s name is one thing, but thinking she’s a stranger when they might already know each other? How much more embarrassing could this get?
She’s tried to tell herself that her party days are behind her, especially with law school coming to a too-fast end. But just like most of the 23 year old population, Chaewon likes to go out. She likes drinking, likes the rush of dancing with her friends, likes the temporary attention from strangers. It’s all so meaningless, and the next day, she can fight off a hangover and pretend none of it ever happened. Maybe somewhere in that mix, a name or two had been forgotten. It wouldn’t be so unbelievable. Chaewon had never been one eager to hold onto meaningless things like the name of flings.
“Really?” She simply asks, too caught off guard to come up with something. Fine, she forgot. No use in trying to lie her way out of it. It’ll be a good test anyways— Chaewon doesn’t want to risk sleeping with someone who throws a fit over small things.
But then, as if she knows it’s a test, the girl nods, good-naturedly. A lazy grin takes to her features, and with the confidence of someone moving like they know exactly what they want, the raven-haired stranger is suddenly just inches from Chaewon, closing the gap between their bodies, reaching for her hip.
“Yeah,” she hums, her voice low and raspy. Her eyes drink her in hungrily as Chaewon allows the touch, the stranger’s hands quickly anchoring at her waist. “A past lifetime.”
“I’m sure,” Chaewon drawls, laughing, wrapping her arms around the taller girl’s neck.
“A different club,” the monk clarifies, a soft smile on her lips. She thumbs gently at Chaewon’s hip, and the two stand there comfortably, holding each other, testing the waters. “We were both pretty fucked up. You don’t remember? Not even my name?”
Chaewon wrinkles her nose. Those poor puppy eyes, not an ego wounded, but seemingly more concerned.
“I’m sorry,” she apologizes.
“No need to be. You made quite an impression,” the monk shakes her head. There’s a pause, and a hand comes up to experimentally play with the ends of Chaewon’s bright blonde hair. “Nothing sexier than a woman who can banter.”
The compliment, as simple as it is, does wonders for Chaewon’s ego, a purr nearly erupting from her chest. The warmth spreads, and she’s feeling painfully suffocated by this stranger’s lack of doing anything right about now.
“So what, did you hunt me down?” She laughs.
The girl shakes her head, a knowing grin. “Pure luck.”
“Hm.”
Chaewon has half a mind to ask another follow up question just to be sure she isn’t being stalked by some psychopath, but she’s got a pretty good radar for these kinds of things, and luckily, this girl hasn’t set off any major red flags yet. She’s hoping it’s not just those stupid pretty eyes making her blind to something glaringly wrong.
Before she can overthink it, those gorgeous hands that were catching her attention at the bar are now roaming experimentally across her hips, tracing across her back, testing their way up between Chaewon’s shoulder blades. With a gentle push of her fingers, the stranger is pressing Chaewon forward, their chests now colliding softly. Chaewon can feel her pulse quicken and prays that this girl can’t feel her heart through her ribcage.
And to her delight, the stranger doesn’t say a word. She simply looks at Chaewon, with those dark eyes like she might eat her whole, and ducks her head down, slowly, painfully calculated, to brush her lips against the hollow of Chaewon’s neck, just beneath her ear.
“You are gorgeous,” she mumbles, her breath hot against Chaewon’s eager skin.
“Thank you,” the shorter of the two hums back, her eyes fluttering shut. She’s hoping for something, anything, from this stranger.
But instead of making a move, there’s a quiet pause. Like she’s thinking.
Debating.
“Chaewon,” the stranger finally says, as if experimenting with the way it sounds out of her mouth.
“You do know me,” she laughs. “I’m really sorry. I must have been super drunk that night.”
“I’m telling you, I got lucky as fuck running into you twice. The chances are insane.” The monk waves her off reassuringly, pressing an experimental kiss into her jaw. Chaewon feels her knees buckle— her soft spot, a little too specific for a mere stranger to know about. The girl sighs, another kiss into her chin. “Will you see me again?”
So she’s about to hook up with a stranger, one that clearly knows her, and one she very likely has already hooked up with, given how much she knows about her, but she has exactly zero memory or recollection of any of it. She figures she should feel at least somewhat bad about it, but the girl doesn’t seem all that heartbroken over it. Chaewon’s just grateful to be sober this time, and prays she didn’t embarrass herself last time.
“I’ll think about it.” Chaewon hums. “Give me a good reason.”
“I’ll give you plenty.” The monk grins, her eyes darkening. And then, with a confidence unmatched, she tugs at Chaewon’s pants. “Take these off.”
Chaewon’s throat goes dry. Not even starting with her top. Hasn’t even kissed her.
Within seconds, Chaewon’s being guided backwards, a quickening assault on her neck. Lips, lips, tongue, and then teeth, and it makes Chaewon let out a soft whimper at the increasing roughness against the delicate skin. This girl is kissing against her with a ferocity that only mounts as Chaewon’s legs hit the edge of the bed, sending her backwards.
Falling onto her elbows, watching this gorgeous stranger standing above her, towering over her with hungry eyes, sends a throb directly through Chaewon’s spine and down her legs. She needs something, anything, right about now.
She isn’t left waiting for long. The girl quickly reaches to unzip the neckline of her own shirt, and Chaewon quickly makes sure to match her eagerness, quickly moving to undo the zipper on her own pants and shimmy out of her top. The faster she moves to reveal more skin, the more apparent it becomes that this girl is just as eager, a notable bulge rising in her pants. Chaewon’s heart pounds at the mere idea of it.
What catches her more off guard is the shocking amount of dark lines illustrating the girl’s skin. Just out of sight, now revealed by her increasingly quick efforts to get out of her clothes. Chaewon watches and counts them, eager to see what she might recognize.
Most of them are dark outlines, enough room to breathe and stand out on their own without melting into one giant canvas. Chaewon sees the outlines of flowers, of fruits, of busts that look like Greek philosophers. There’s some random words littered back and forth. What looks like a locket wrapped around one of her arms. And the biggest one of them all, a bat on her sternum, just below her ribs. Arms outstretched, perching upside down.
Chaewon wants to ask what they mean. She wants to ask if they have any rhyme or reason to them, or if they’re just for show. She wants to tell this stranger, without making herself seem too easy to fall for the same thing over and over, that despite having none of her own, Chaewon is unfortunately very, very into tattoos.
“Shame to cover these,” she finally mumbles, reaching out to trace her fingertips down the girl’s chest, catching at the hem of her bra, dipping down into the valley between her breasts and trailing further until she’s landed at her navel. She can see the steady, increasingly deep breaths as her hand sinks lower, toying at the waistband of her pants.
“Uncover me, then,” the brunette’s reply comes easily. Her mouth parts, heavier breaths leaving her in pants, and Chaewon won’t be told twice. She pushes forward to pull at the fabric with both hands, the sound of the zipper quickly filling the room. There’s a choked groan that leaves the monk’s mouth when Chaewon tentatively reaches forward to feel her over her briefs, a straining hardness that seems to press against her at her mere touch.
Is it impolite to fondle a half-stranger’s package before you’ve even kissed her? Kinda rude if you can’t remember her name?
But Chaewon realizes she remembers something, and decides it’s worth bringing up in this very moment.
“Wait.” She pauses, twisting at the waist to reach into her nightstand. She fishes around for a second before pulling out a silk tie, one that had appeared on her floor the morning after her blackout. She had attributed it to her crazy night out, but realizes it’d match the narrative this girl is sharing. “This must be yours.”
The stranger, once staring down at her with blown pupils and labored breaths, seems to be able to bring herself out of the moment, tilting her head excitedly. “Ugh, my favorite tie. Versace. No clue how happy I am to see that thing.”
Chaewon checks the label on the back. True to her word, Versace.
“Lucky guess,” Chaewon teases.
“It’s mine,” the girl insists, leaning down to nip a quick kiss into Chaewon’s jaw. “You held onto it when you were riding me.”
“Oh,” Chaewon’s cheeks flush with a red-hot warmth. In a pathetic attempt to stop feeling so, well, pathetic, she reaches forward once more, her fingers gently rubbing over the tent. She tries to turn the touch into a mental picture— the burning hot length, pressing back into her hand, the heaviness of it.
But before she can keep doing her mental calculations, the girl lets out a low, rumbling laugh.
“Then you took it off of me and tied my hands behind my back with it.”
Chaewon grimaces. She’s a little too unhinged after a few drinks.
“I’m sorry.”
“Stop apologizing.” The monk smacks her lips, pink tongue darting out to wet the bottom one in particular. She groans into Chaewon’s neck when the girl gives her a particularly firm squeeze from over her underwear, still teasing. “Like I said. You made an impression.”
The stranger’s hands are strong and guiding, firmly taking to her hips in a way that screams expertise. The way they explore Chaewon’s curves make her dizzy, pressing her back flat against the bed, roaming up her stomach.
When a firm palm meets her breast, cupping and pressing experimentally, Chaewon arches forward in frustration. She doesn’t want to be doted on, she wants her fucking back blown out.
“You won’t hurt me, you know,” Chaewon encourages her, gasping and straining under the girl’s touch.
The stranger grunts back, and Chaewon can feel a burning hot poke against her thigh.
“I’m trying to behave.”
“Don’t.”
Chaewon lets out a small gasp at how quickly the stranger’s pace quickens, her grip rougher, her teeth sharper as they join the mix against her neck. The girl’s free hand drops to hook through Chaewon’s waistband, and in seconds she feels the flush of cold air against her aching core.
Before she can get another breath out, the brunette drops and meets Chaewon’s soaked center with a hot, flat tongue.
Eating her out before kissing her is insane work, but luckily, she’s done enough teasing to get Chaewon more than ready. Chaewon’s back arches once more, grinding forward for any semblance of friction.
And friction she gets. The stranger, definitely more on the rougher side of things, goes in right away with a firm suck and a gentle graze of her teeth against Chaewon’s sensitive clit. She gasps and grinds down, and the combination— flat tongue, pulsing lips, nipping teeth, are enough to send her into a frenzy.
The stranger’s hands are roaming freely, unconcerned with how they land, like they’re memorizing the topography of Chaewon’s body. A grip on her thigh, on her hip, back up to palm her breast, a quick flick against Chaewon’s sensitive nipple. The girl must’ve felt the way Chaewon’s body shuddered at the movement, because she quickly pivots into a pinch, and Chaewon feels everything clench. This tongue feels amazing, but she’s feeling much too empty for her own liking.
“Do you have a condom?” She finally gasps, her eyes clamped shut as this skillful mouth makes her see stars.
A pause in her movements.
“Yeah?”
Chaewon looks down, and the brunette arches a brow at her, as if surprised, but fishes on the floor for her pants nonetheless. Chaewon feels herself a bit too exposed, the cool air now on her bare, wet skin, but before she can protest, there’s the telltale crumple of a little plastic foil packet. She feels a coil in her stomach at the anticipation.
“You on anything?” The stranger asks hurriedly. She pats Chaewon on the hip, and the brunette has a quick delirious flash of wishing the movement was meant to leave a mark. Her voice is husky, thick with want. “Flip over.”
Chaewon quickly complies, resting her front into her mattress, now bent over the bed. It’s a bit exposed for her liking, but the confidence in this girl’s movements and words tells her she’s in for a treat. Chaewon also likes the precaution of a barrier, and the fact that this stranger cares enough to double check.
“IUD,” she answers back simply.
“Ah, that’s what was poking me last time,” the stranger teases, the crinkling foil quickly discarded onto the floor. Chaewon tries to look back, but the stranger is obstructing her view with her own body, and the room is too dark to spot anything besides the quick pump and twist of the girl’s hand. Chaewon’s mouth waters in eager anticipation, hearing the soft breaths leave the girl’s mouth quicker and quicker as she continues stroking herself in preparation.
Before Chaewon can crank out whatever retort is on her mind, she feels the slick, smooth tip of the rubber brush against her exposed thigh. Her mind quickly goes blank, balling up the sheets beneath her as she steadies herself. She’d have liked to get a quick look at what she’s working with, but the moment she feels the searing heat of the broad cockhead brushing against her entrance, a lump forms in her throat.
As if she’s realized Chaewon’s caught on her own words, there’s a laugh that leaves the stranger’s throat. Deep, rumbling, and within seconds, she leans her hips forward to let her length slip through Chaewon’s folds, the slick shaft building a burning friction on her clit that makes her see stars. Chaewon lets out a punched out gasp as she realizes the sheer size she’s about to take on, from the length running up and down her slick to the girth of it. Chaewon realizes the stranger is teasing her, rubbing back and forth up her aching heat, Chaewon eagerly clenching around nothing.
“Remember me now?” She husks, a low groan as an extra wave of wetness coats her length.
Chaewon’s voice is trembling, her head muddy with want.
“You’re fucking cocky.”
“I think you like it,” the girl says back instantly, and within seconds, Chaewon is gasping as that hot, flat cockhead is catching at her entrance, an intrusion her body is both seeking and hesitant to accept. But seemingly aware of the intimidation factor of the sheer size of herself, the stranger stills her hips, a needy groan catching in her throat. Her hands find Chaewon’s hips, rubbing once soothingly into the smooth curve of her waist down to her ass, caressing as she holds tight with all the self-control in the world. “Can I?”
Chaewon hates feeling like she isn’t in control. So without a single word, she arches her back, sinking backwards, taking in the first few inches of the stranger’s length without further warning.
The girl lets out a shameless moan and grips deep into the flesh of Chaewon’s hips, anchoring them there. Chaewon nearly mewls at the sound, the pure heat radiating from where they now disappear into each other, the slow, steady breaths she has to remind herself to take to relax and take it.
Chaewon admittedly gasps at the stretch. She might not remember their initial hookup, but she can remember the aftermath of their first encounter— a raging hangover, dark bruises, and a soreness between her legs that seems like it might now be her impending future once again.
“That was definitely you,” Chaewon breathes, her eyes fluttering as she feels the stranger push forward, experimental, achingly slow. Like she knows too much at once might end the night before they’ve even gotten a chance to start it. Chaewon finds herself holding her breath, thinking each inch is the last one, but each time she thinks she’s reached her limit, the stranger pushes forward, sinking another thick inch into her slick heat. Chaewon grabs even tighter onto the sheets, trying to anchor herself. She likes to think she can handle whatever the world throws at her, but this might be the first time she’s ever thought of someone’s size as just excessive.
“Told you,” the stranger chuckles again, low and breathy, taking her sweet time sinking into Chaewon unhurriedly. “You did tons for my ego that night.”
“Blacked out and sloppy,” Chaewon groans, half in embarrassment, half a wince as the curve of the girl’s cock hits a particularly sensitive spot that makes her legs go numb. She’s not quite sure how much banter she’s got left in her, considering this girl’s monstrous cock is hitting so stupidly deep it’s making Chaewon’s stomach hurt, but she figures it’s a challenge to keep up and show she’s not a quitter. “What a nightmare.”
“I loved it.” The stranger grunts, and Chaewon lets out a gasp at the realization she can finally feel her thighs against the back of her own. A strong hand massages the skin at the curve of her ass, her second hand coming to anchor her, holding still as she finally bottoms out. “You’re a pretty crier.”
Chaewon realizes what she’s doing. She’s giving Chaewon a second to adjust. Not moving, not budging. A gentle stroke to distract her from the stretch, at most. But waiting.
She breathes out a few more times, evening herself out, and before long, that dull ache turns into a delicious stretch. It’s incomparable to anything she’s ever felt. Chaewon isn’t exactly interested in pushing the limits of her body or whatever, but if a hookup with the most fucking hung stranger she’ll ever meet is something she can indulge in, she’ll push herself as much as she needs to to just enjoy it.
“Remind me,” she whispers, and like a green light, the girl’s hips nudge backwards.
It’s only a quick stroke backwards, less than an inch, but when the girl presses forward again, Chaewon’s entire body lights up. She can feel it in her fucking throat at this point, this ginormous dick, splitting her in half, knocking slowly against her insides, demanding to be accommodated within Chaewon’s heat. Chaewon’s never understood what people mean about knowing the feeling of someone’s dick, always thinking it to be some stupid internet meme, but at this point, she’d know exactly where each vein, ridge, and curve on the basis of feel alone. Every detail of this stranger’s delicious, burning hot length, consumed by Chaewon’s eager pussy, feels like it’s searing into her walls from how burning the stretch to accommodate her is.
(And she fucking loves it.)
Her face tenses against her will, too focused on the sheer pleasure rocking through her to worry if she looks pretty or not. She drops her face into the pillow, clamping her eyes shut.
“You’re so tight.” The stranger chokes on another moan, tugging backwards, sinking forwards. “I barely fucking fit.”
“Shut up.” Chaewon doesn’t mean to snap, but she can’t think about anything else right now, especially as the stranger takes these slow, lazy pulses inside her. They’re not even full strokes yet, and just the mere rock of her hips into her is enough to make Chaewon’s stomach clench. “Just shut the fuck up.”
She hopes this monk (some nickname, she thinks) doesn’t stop to dote on her, cut her off mid-pulse, worry she’s hurting her. Chaewon’s eyes well up with delicious tears at the sheer fullness.
But luckily, Chaewon’s change in tone seems to signal something in the girl, who reads her far too easily. Two stupidly big hands anchored on her hips, the stranger pulls backwards about halfway, and then tips her weight forward to drop back into Chaewon. Their hips meet with a thud, and Chaewon lets out a punched gasp at the throb.
She sees white, but before she can catch herself, the stranger repeats it, keeping Chaewon’s hips positioned exactly where she wants them as she fucks into her with a languid, rolling pace. Unhurried, smooth, too smooth, Chaewon almost thinks. She nearly stops to ask her how the fuck she’s so good at that, knowing exactly how to rock back and forth and not just rely on that stupidly big dick to do all the work for her, but before she can ask anything, the sharp crack of skin on skin rings through the air.
Chaewon feels dizzy, and her ass burns. Oh holy fuck. This stranger from a club has her bent over her own bed, knocking into what feels like her cervix with a too-big dick, and now she’s spanking her. She might be able to just die happy. Death by world’s most mind-numbing orgasm doesn’t seem half bad.
“So fucking pretty,” the girl growls, nearly mesmerized, her thrusts expertly even and steady.
And Chaewon, lost in her own pleasure, only thinks to choke out what’s on her mind.
“Faster.”
A laugh, punctuated by another spank. The sting feels delicious.
“Ask nicely.”
If it were anyone else, Chaewon would have been instantly turned off. She tries to turn to face the girl stanced behind her, complying against her better judgement. “Can you please go faster?”
She’s met with those dark eyes gone murky, hooded with lazy pleasure, her jaw slack as she sucks in quick gasps from her mouth.
“Depends.” A quick dart of her tongue against her lips, something devilish in her eyes. “Can you take it?”
The girl smirks down wickedly at her, and in seconds, is pressing forward to shove her face back into the pillow. Chaewon moans, feeling her bottom out within seconds, feeling the delicious pressure against her walls, feeling the pulse of that throbbing length. Speed up is an understatement. The stranger is anchoring Chaewon’s hips, fucking into her now with a blinding speed now meant to focus solely on her own pleasure. Chaewon tries to muffle the tiny screams that leave her with each bump against her cervix, but it’s no use. She’s deep, she’s relentless, and she’s eager, and Chaewon’s scared she might pass out any second now from how delirious the pleasure is making her.
She dips her free hand in between her legs and with far too much ease, her fingers find her slippery clit and rub circles until her entire body is tensing. It’s embarrassingly easy how fast she cums, never one to want to attribute her own pleasure to a good dicking down, but god, she can feel this shit in her throat at this point, hitting whatever spots it’s supposed to be hitting and then some. She can barely think, barely catch her breath as she sees fireworks bursting behind her eyelids. If this monster dick splits her in half in the process of giving her the most life-altering orgasm of her life, so be it.
“So fucking good, Chaewon,” the stranger groans, choking once on her own voice, an indicator she might not be too far behind. Between the throbbing pulse Chaewon can feel from inside of her to the sloppy pace they start to take, she bears down and clenches, feeling the stranger’s legs start to tremble almost instantly. “Fucking, ugh, take it.”
Chaewon gasps when she suddenly feels the gnawing emptiness, half-expecting the girl to at least stay inside while she blows inside the condom. A loud groan fills the room as the girl fucks into her own fist, finishing herself off, and Chaewon makes a mental note to reach out next time to offer to help.
The stranger throws her head back and catches her breath, patting down on Chaewon’s ass as if to congratulate her on a job well done. Without another word, she grabs her jacket and walks her naked self back into Chaewon’s bathroom, careful to pinch the condom off of herself. Chaewon wonders what exactly she’d need from just her jacket and nothing else. She’s left alone for a few moments, then a quiet flush and the girl is sniffling, before clearing her throat.
She steps out of the bathroom, and before Chaewon can ask if she’s okay, she’s caught off guard by how dangerously attractive this stupid fucking stranger is. Chaewon can fully admire her in all her glory, walking leisurely towards her. Tall, gorgeous, covered in illustrations in black and white hidden along her body, strong arms rubbing against her neck and shoulder as if she’s soothing herself somehow. And that fucking horse dick that just made her see heaven.
“Need to be anywhere?” Chaewon asks, trying to throw a blanket over herself as she shuffles onto the bed to recover.
The girl’s eyes blow dark, and without question, she starts fisting her dick once more, working her way back to getting hard like it’s a promise.
“Give me like, 5 minutes to eat you out,” she groans, eyes twitching shut at the touch. “Then I’ll need to be inside you again.”
Chaewon’s chest pulses in anticipation. It’s sort of filthy, but she’s not really sure what she expected from a one-night stand.
“Good answer.”
The stranger grins, her too-perfect teeth shining in the moonlight. Chaewon’s never been interested in the sight of someone like this: smug smirk, hungry eyes, unashamedly stroking themselves off on full display. And yet, something about this delicious stranger feels almost chemical in how attracted she is to her.
“Thought you might like that,” she chuckles. “Come here.”