Cruel Summer || Haely

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Haewon knew it was wrong, she was perfectly aware of it: Sullyoon was one of her best friends in the entire world, and she was married to Lily. Lily who had always been kind and inviting towards Haewon, sweet and gentle, accepting of her shy nature. From the moment Sullyoon and Lily got together, she and Haewon had gotten along just well enough.

And now here they were, in the kitchen of the house the couple had bought together, Haewon's back digging against the kitchen's counter as Lily pressed against her, mouths moving together in a filthy, carnal, kiss, tongues and lips slow and sloppily brushing against each other.

It was wrong. So so wrong. She wasn't even sure how they got there; Sullyoon was traveling–as she often was, a model's schedule didn't quite allow for a homey lifestyle–and had suggested they both get dinner together, since she knew how much they missed her presence. "Take care of each other, for me" she had said, voice full of the usual longing it got once she had been away from home for over two weeks, when she was feeling tired and worried and missing her favorite people.

And yet, as Haewon felt a hand on her ass, over her dress, palming it roughly, making her gasp, she was sure this wasn't what Sullyoon had meant.

They were drunk, but not drunk enough to justify this: a bottle of wine shared during dinner, and when Haewon had offered to take the plates and cutlery to the kitchen, Lily had followed, one step behind her. She had turned around after putting the dishes to soak in on the sink to find the other woman standing a little too close. And now here they were.

Lily's hands were rough and exhilarating, her body firm against hers, and Haewon could feel how hard she was getting.

She wished she was strong; she wished she didn't want it so bad, so she could just push her away, leave, pretend this never happened; but the truth was she wanted it, had thought about it often enough to feel sick with guilt, and now it was finally coming true.

Lily was pretty and funny, gentle, kind, smart, all the things that made girls fall for her. Sullyoon had scored a catch, she had been right to marry her, lock her down. But Haewon had wanted her anyway, perhaps even more once it was clear Lily was all that and more: not just good looks and a nice personality, but someone one could build their life with.

She was perfect, could probably have anyone she wanted–after all if you could marry a world renowned supermodel, the sky was the limit–but always acted like she was above even having an ego.

So Haewon didn't push her away, didn't slap her hand away from her ass. No. She wrapped her arms around Lily's shoulder, opened mouth for her tongue to slide in against hers, and melted against the body of her best friend's wife.

"Lillyy" Haewon moaned, feeling a hand move from her backside to under her dress, fingers resting on the waistband of her underwear.

"Tell me to stop." Lily's fingers did not cross the threshold, they rested there waiting.

Their bodies were still pressed together, as they stood forehead to forehead. Lily was warm and strong, and the wood of the kitchen countertop hurt against Haewon's back.

Haewon shook her head. Her heart was pounding on her chest, she could feel how wet and warm her core already was; the last thing she wanted to do was stop.

"Let's just move somewhere else."

The living room was as far as they got, and the only potential place for this to happen: despite anything, neither had the stomach to move to the main bedroom.

Lily settled on the wide and comfortable armchair, hastily pulling Haewon to her lap, hands moving again to feel the bare skin under her dress, grabbing at her thighs and ass, kneading it roughly, while pulling her to grind against her bulge.