A/N: This chapter gets steamy. Feel free to skip this chapter for a fade-to-black effect!

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Yeju

I’ve never kissed anyone like this before. So vigorous, so desperate, so hungry. 

My fingers dig into Lia’s hair, thumbs stroking her soft, plump cheeks, as I devour her mouth. I want to keep her here forever. I want to kiss her as much as I can, before she inevitably realizes that this is all a mistake.

Lia is kissing me back with the same amount of fervor. She tugs at my tank top and presses her body into mine, as if she wants to be closer, as if we can be any closer. She’s rougher than I expected, but I love it. I love the occasional graze of her teeth. I love her taste and her enthusiastic tongue. I love everything about her.

Our legs are an entwined mess. I’m not sure if Lia is doing it on purpose, but she’s grinding against my thigh as she kisses. Her hips rub against mine, her knee riding up and down my leg. I groan into her mouth, heat blooming where her knee is touching.

How is this her first kiss?

When we break away, I lean down to nip at her neck. It’s always exposed, with her hair in a high ponytail most of the time, and now, I finally get to suck on it. It’s soft and cool, and it draws the cutest moan I have ever heard right into my ear. God, I love her voice so much.

“Y- Yeju…” she breathes.

“Yeah?” I jerk my head up, concerned. But the sight of her draws a sudden chuckle out of me. Her hair is an utter mess, with strands sticking out like a lion’s mane. I must have ruined her neat ponytail, and it’s adorable.

“Why are you laughing at me?” She pouts, pretending to be angry while her hands slide further along my waist.

“Sorry.” I reach my hand out to remove her hair band. The silky black hair cascades onto her back. “I just love messy-hair-Lia.”

“Oh, yeah?” She grabs the hair band from my hand and pockets it. “Would you also love sex-hair-Lia?”

The question is a lightning strike to my brain. I freeze, staring at her incredulously. She smiles back, and my stomach does a backflip. This cheeky woman knows exactly what she’s doing.

Wrapping my arms around her waist, I whisper, “Of course I would.”

Her eyes flicker before she twists around for her phone and turns the music off. I was so engrossed in kissing her that I didn’t even realize there was music playing. She must really like Taylor Swift.

“Wanna go somewhere more… comfortable?” she asks.

“S- Sure. Oh, what about the food you were making?”

“We can eat after.”

“Is the stove still on—”

“I turned off the stove. Look, do you want to do this or not?” 

Lia’s exasperated voice sends me into a nervous frenzy. “Yes, of course, yes, I- Yes, sorry, let’s, uh, let’s go somewhere comfortable. Like, uh, the couch?”

She rolls her eyes. “I meant the bed, silly.”

The bed.

My stomach flips over again. Okay, yeah, she’s hinting alright. She’s hinting so hard she’s practically slapping me with the hints. To the bed.

I pull her back into a kiss while I push the both of us off the dining table. We stumble along towards the bedrooms, our mouths ravaging each other’s, our hands tousling all over each other’s clothes. 

Finally, I back Lia into the wall between the two doors of our rooms.

I stop kissing her just to ask a raspy, “Which… Which room?”

Lia looks exasperated. “Does it matter?”

“Can we, uh, do it in your room? Mine’s… uh, a mess.”

Lia rolls her eyes again before pushing off the wall and crashing her mouth into mine. This time, she is the one leading, and we kiss and stagger into her room and onto her bed.

The purple, grid-patterned bed is as soft as that day I fell asleep on it. Tonight, it smells like fresh laundry.

Lia climbs over me as I back-crawl up the bed, our mouths never leaving each other. This room—with the colorful fairy lights and cute decor—screams feminine energy, and it excites me for some reason. 

“Clothes,” Lia manages to say in between our incessant kisses. “Off.”

At that command, we stop kissing. I lift my hands for Lia to peel my tank top and bra off. As I unbutton my jeans and wriggle out of them, her eyes scour my upper body, her hungry expression sending flutters to my gut.

“You act as if you’ve never seen me naked before,” I tease.

She gives me another scan, lingering at my simple, black briefs—the only covering I have on me now. “I… never allowed myself to really look.”

“Wow, you’re such a little prude.”

“Shut up…” Frowning, she sits up and takes off her top.

My heart must have stopped beating at that moment. 

Red lacy bra. So sheer I can almost see her nipples. It’s probably a push-up bra too; I’ve never seen such distracting cleavage.

Lia giggles at me, and I have to close my mouth shut. 

“Um, wow, uh…” My extremely intelligent speech trails off when Lia slides off her pants.

Red lacy panties. 

She’s wearing a matching set of lingerie. 

Did she prepare for this?

She laughs again. My breath hitches as she climbs up to me and straddles my hips, giving me the best view possible. 

“I see you like my lucky underwear that I wear for exams,” she says with a proud smile.

“Your lucky underwear…” I have to swallow the saliva that is building up. “How… How many more exams do you have again?”

“Well, I’m done with midterms, but there’s still finals at the end of the year. And there’s more next semester, and the next…” She leans down, trapping my head in between her hands. Her cleavage looks even better at this angle.

“I, uh,”—I swallow again—“kinda want to fuck you after every one of your exams.”

She lets out another melodic laugh before kissing me. I glide my hands all over her back. Her hair tickles my shoulders, her bra scratches against my nipples, and the feeling of her skin on mine is electrifying. I want her. I want more. I want all of her.

I need to fuck her.

But when I try to flip her around, she resists. 

“Teach me,” she says, pinning me back down on the bed.

“What?”

Her face reddens, but her eyes are wild with excitement. “I’ve- I’ve always wanted to try… um, eating someone out…”

I cannot believe a gorgeous angel dressed in sexy lingerie is sitting on top of me and saying something like that.

It takes me a while to gather my thoughts. “Get on your back and let me show you.”

“No. Tell me what to do.“ Her voice lowers into a shy murmur. “Didn’t you say I’m a quick learner?”

Oh. She wants me to give her instructions. 

I can’t help but chuckle. “You are such a nerd.”

“Do you not want me to do this?” She sticks her lips out into a pout. Oh, that adorable fake pout of hers.

“Of course I fucking want you to do this. Take off my underwear.”

She smiles as she moves backward. After ripping my briefs off, she stares at my pussy for a long moment. “So…” she croaks, “what- what should I do next?” 

The innocence in that question makes me want to burst out into laughter again.

“Okay, start by, uh,”—I rake my brain for my favorite sex routines—“kissing my thighs.”

She complies, lowering her head. The kisses are slow and hesitant, but every one of them is a small jolt of electricity. When she moves to kiss the other thigh, her hot breath tickles my core, and I almost lose it. That’s it; no more foreplay.

“Lick me,” I breathe, “now.”

She raises her eyebrows. “How?” she asks, her mouth hovering right above my clit.

“Just- Just put your tongue on my pussy and slide up—fuck.” A moan escapes my throat when she does so. “Fuck… keep doing this… Okay, c- circle. Circle your tongue around my clit—fuck, Lia.”

I roll my head back and bite my lips. This feels good, way too good. 

She repeats what she did a few more times, increasing her pace each time. I glance down at her. She stares back, her eyes pleading with me for more directions. God, she’s so eager and so fucking cute—and it’s making me lose my mind.

“Harder,” I gasp. She listens. 

I give her a few more directions, telling her what to do with her fingers and tongue. She obeys my every instruction, giving me the exact sensation I crave.

Waves of bliss pulsate through my body, but right as it begins to peak, Lia lifts her head up. God, she just knows how to torture me.

“Am I doing good so far?” she chirps. 

I groan. “Yes, Lia! Get back down there and finish me off!”

Once again, she complies. Plunging into me, she eats me out with so much passion and intensity, it’s as if she’s waited her whole life for this.

My vision blurs, my body convulses, and I grab her head as the sensation overwhelms me.

Letting out one last cry, I slump back down on the bed, panting, trembling, eyes glazing over at the ceiling. Fuck, I needed that. I needed that so badly.

Lia crawls up next to me. Her hair is more disheveled than ever, but she’s glowing with pride. I was right. I love sex-hair-Lia.

“Did I do good?” she asks shyly.

“So fucking good.” 

Then, I grab her shoulders and flip her around. 

She yelps in response, and I know I want to hear that same sound again. Multiple times, much louder, and screaming out my name.

“Time for your reward,” I growl before I lean down to kiss her.