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Jay came from behind you, pressing your lower body against the edge of the kitchen table with his. You didn’t move, but your skin was tingling under his touch after long months apart. His hands were voracious. In one fluid but earnest movement he traveled from your breasts, sliding down your waist until he reached your outer thighs. His enlarged bump on his pants poking your bum as he clutched your thighs and held your bodies even closer. You heard yourself mewl despite all your attempts to not feel anything.
He decreased the distance between you even more, bringing his lips to your ear. He kissed it and spoke softly between his caresses: “The truth is, baby girl… I still love you. I’m sorry for everything…”. You felt your eyes growing bigger, your heart bumping faster and faster. Finally, the words you waited so long to hear. His mouth lowering in your skin and soon he was kissing your neck. His hands were searching for the edge of your clothes. You closed your eyes and hurled yourself to the lustfulness of his kisses.
You turned around and rose your arms, opening your eyes and locking them at his. He held your gaze for a few seconds, both of you knowing what would mean if you kept going. Then his mouth was on yours, only separating for a moment as he took off your shirt. His fingers found yours and soon your bodies and lips were intertwined voraciously. You removed his cap and tossed it aside, not seeing where it landed. You both speeding up towards the point of no return.

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Hours later, your boyfriend was at your house. Kyungsoo was in the kitchen, calling you to taste something he was making for you both. You put on your best smile and followed his voice. You couldn’t afford to lose him. You kept telling yourself you loved him, but after this afternoon with Jay, you weren’t so sure anymore.
They were so different, both in appearances and personalities. Jay was an untamed bad boy, your first-a-lot-of-things and you were on and off for years now. You two were in an endless loop: when you were together you were a power couple, and he was very good to you. But when he was away, with his friends and random girls, his drinking, partying and cheating got unbearable. And almost a year ago you decided to break it off.
Then you met Kyungsoo, so bright, focused and intelligent. After three months of innocent friendship he confessed himself to you. And you decided it was time for a steady relationship for a change. Plus, it would make Jay so jealous when he knew. And you were so right, as soon as he came back home and heard you were dating, he showed at your door unannounced saying he still loved you.
But you couldn’t let go of Kyungsoo. He was your safe harbor, and you’ve tried your best to be a good girlfriend. He was affectionate, always putting you first. You wouldn’t be able to find anyone like him. You wanted very much to love him like he loved you. And slowly you were getting there. Until Jay reappeared and ruined everything, that is.
With that smile on your face, you approached him as he offered you a spoon. Your lips tasted the sauce. “You’re getting better at this, Soo. I’m glad you’re not making meat, though” and laughed, taunting him a little. He made an exaggerated outraged face: “Not fair! I had never made steak before that time. But you know my spaghetti is the best!” he looked away, still pretending to be mad. You knew he wanted attention, so you mumbled a faint “Sorry, your sauce is the best” and kissed his lips, the flavor of spiced tomato mixing with his.
He turned off the fire with his left hand and with the right he made a quick move to hold you, still grabbing the spoon. But some of the sauce landed in your tank top and bare shoulder, your skin not welcoming the sudden heat. You cringed and he apologized, but you brushed it off. As you looked for something to clean yourself with, he advanced and licked it voraciously. You laughed, surprised and looked at him: “What are you doing?”. He dropped the spoon, and kissed your shoulder, now holding you properly.
This was the moment you liked him best. He often impressed you with his unexpected moves. He was champion on making you want to go for it in a shift. It was so like him, he would suddenly switch from an all-smiles innocent looking boy to a dominant lustful man with dark eyes. And you enjoyed this very much.
“You know, my sauce is good, but it doesn’t compare to your taste” he said to you between kissing and licking all over your collarbone. “Bedroom?” you suggested. “Right here” he said, moving to your neck. Your thoughts flew to a few hours earlier and a glimpse of what you’ve done crossed your mind. You tried to reason with him, “Anywhere but here” you thought. But he was already pulling up your fully flared skirt up and squeezing your butt cheeks.
“Let’s go to my bed, Soo. Please.” You pleaded. He kissed your lips, making your thoughts go back to this moment. Your inside battle being soothed by his tongue on yours, his hands still playing south. He could make you forget everything. And it was always his way when it was about sex. Everything else in your relationship was discussed by you both. But on this particular department he called the shots. That’s why you enjoyed it so much.
But he surprised you. He broke the kiss and went to the stove, putting the lid on the pot. Then he grabbed your hands, taking you to your bedroom. As you arrived, you looked surprised at him. He gave you an indecent smile, making you sit down on the bed, back in your pillows. Legs on one side of the bed and your upper body on the other. He took off his pants and climbed next to you, kneeling beside you and resuming his kisses. “I love you so much” he said “I would do anything for you”.
His mouth found its way on your collarbone again, pushing your straps gently to the side. As you relaxed and your body sank in pure pleasure, your hands found his legs, his thighs, his buns. When your fingertips reached his underpants, he pulled them down and he placed your hand on his balls. Loving and caring, but still in control. You played with them, squeezing them a little and massaging them. You went on to his penis, putting your hand around his shaft, and licking the tip. You squeezed your lips as you sucked, making him moan. You were careful and pushed the skin covering the head. When your lips got to the end of the tip, you bobbed your head, taking him fully.
He was a great fan of the slop friction of your lips and tongue on his sensitive skin. So as you swallowed him, you inclined your head to the side, allowing him to reach deeper. But when he grabbed your hair and pushed your head as he crammed his hips, you knew what he wanted and stopped teasing. You opened your mouth and jaw wider, as he fucked it, his cock reaching the back of your throat, until you couldn’t handle anymore and grasped.
As you composed yourself, he let you go and pulled your panties. “Don’t you want to finish on my mouth so we can go eat?” you asked, worried about the pot cooling on the stove. Then he kicked down his own underpants, and went back to you, turning you around. “I’m hungry for something else right now.” He said, caressing your inner thighs. You smiled and grabbed a pillow and put it under your upper body, lifting your ass up. He specially loved that part of your body, so he pushed your skirt out of the way. He explored it thoroughly with his hands, his mouth, his fingers. He didn’t leave any inch untouched, and your delight was spiraling fast as he was touching you in all the right places. As he was eating your rear end it insatiably, two of his fingers worked their way to your entrance.
You struggled for breath as you were coming fast. You fiery guided your own fingers to your bundle of nerves in the whim of the moment. He gave you a last profound lick and pulled his tongue and fingers out. “You are going to come with me inside you” he bid as he tasted his fingers. You wimped in protest, your hands still looking for your clit. “You can touch yourself while I go put the condom, if you promise not to cum right now.”
“Yes, please, I promise.” He let you go and you cried as your fingers spread your dampness all over. You slowed down a bit, but didn’t stop. You heard him unwrap something and a few instants later you felt his kneeling weight on the bed. He slapped one of your butt cheeks. “Stop playing and put it up for me, baby.” and you obeyed, arching your back down. And with one sharp pound he was inside you.
His rhythm was frantic and you had to do your best to keep your balance. As he propelled, hands on his favorite place, you rocked your body behind, your bodies clashing in pure raptures of delight each time. He reached one hand to pull your hair, and you sobbed, your body close to release. It was so intense and steamy that you didn’t mind it was fast. You came, shouting his name, your walls pulsing and your body fervent. He soon followed you, reaching elation inside you. He kept it in a little, throwing all his weight on you as you twitched under him.
When it was finally over, he got off and went to your bedroom to dispose the condom and dress, catching his breath. You clanked on the bed, exhausted. Your skirt was almost in your breasts. Now that it ended, guilt started crawling into your heart. You felt his hand caressing your legs. “Are you alright?” he asked and removed some strings of hair to see your face. You buried your face on the pillow. “Yes, I’m just tired. And a bit hungry. For food.”
He kissed the back of your head, laughing. “I’ll go reheat the sauce and boil the water.” You made a muffled sound in agreement, but did not move. He took your behavior to be post sex fatigue. Technically yes, since it was your second time today. But you were simply feeling horrible. You had a decision to make, and fast. Your emotions were all over the place as you grabbed your panties and went to the bathroom.

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You had put them on was finishing to fix your hair as you heard a loud noise on the kitchen. You rushed there, worried Kyungsoo might be hurt. When you got there, he was kneeling on the floor, dry pasta and broken glass everywhere. “I’m okay, I just dropped the jar with the pasta, so now I’m…” he stopped and reached his arm under the clothed table, to grab something behind the fruit stand beside the kitchen cabinet.
“Who’s cap is this?” he asked with a low voice. He looked at you with fire in his eyes. You started to tremble. You were a terrible liar, and with such evidence you wouldn’t be able to cover with big smiles. You wouldn’t get to choose after all. He knew. He rose and took firm steps towards you, his flip flops making grumbling noises pressing the shards.
“Watch out!” you said, but he didn’t even flinch. “Don’t tell me…” he was getting closer and you were feeling smaller by the second “that this is Jay’s?!” He shoved the cap in your hands. He was furious and when you gave him a guilty look, he turned around, hands grabbing his hair.
“I can’t fucking believe this! You told me you were over him! You promised me I was your fresh new start!” you felt like you had swallowed a rubber ball that was stuck in the pit of your stomach. He slammed his fists on the coffee table. After a silent minute, he looked at you, a sinister light on his eyes. He scoffed.
“I should have known better. All my friends warned me I was just the rebound. I know you never erased his number. And it wasn’t just one time that you called his name in your sleep.” He said calm but deadly. Your mouth opened in surprise. You felt tears coming through. In the beginning of your relationship you had got into an ugly fight when Kyungsoo complained you had called Jay in your sleep. You had promised it was nothing and that you were over him. It was the first time you’ve told Kyungsoo you loved him. If you had meant that or just wanted to get out of trouble, you weren’t sure.
Now all your efforts on moving on were crumbling in front of you. You felt the warm tears across your face, as shame and guilt rushed in you. You hid your face in your hands, sobbing loudly. “I… I… I’m so… so… sorry, Soo…”
“When he was here? ANSWER ME!” he yelled, his pride was hurt and he was very pissed, coming back at you. “To… to…” it was the only thing you got to say between sobs. His pupils were so big you couldn’t see his iris. “TODAY?! Did you…? OH MY GOD, YOU DID, DIDN’T YOU?” he yelled, his face inches from you, rage making his body shake.
You didn’t look him in the eye and stared at your feet. He grabbed your shoulders, shaking you twice and making you look at him. You had just stabbed him though the back and he looked angry, but mostly sad. Disappointed. He had given everything to you. You opened your mouth but before you could say anything he cut you. “You know what? Keep your apologies and keep your excuses. I don’t know where the truth ends and the lies start.” He looked dead serious and resigned. Like he was fighting a battle for too long, without any progress, and were ready to throw the towel.
“I can’t trust you anymore. You are a fake. Today you greeted me with an artificial smile like nothing never happened. You keep your artificial tears and your toxic, artificial love for the next sucker that falls into your trap. I don’t want to see you ever again” and just like that he left. You had pushed him to his limit. Something of yours had been broken and would never be fixed. Not just the pasta jar.

Notes

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