New Normal - Chapter 22

The parking lot near the station was quiet, barely a soul around. In the distance, the rowdy noise of late-night streets drifted over faintly.

In the back seat, Juwon grabbed the back of Jisoo’s neck and crashed their lips together. He could feel the heat building under her skin, soft and warm, until it turned hot — a clear sign she was just as turned on.

She tried to lean away, maybe out of breath from his relentless kissing, but he wouldn’t allow it. The more she pulled back, the deeper he dove in, like a starving animal.

“…Why do you keep pulling away?”

Unfortunately, the car was a sports car — the low ceiling didn’t help. Gasping for air, Jisoo muttered against his lips.

“Haah… It’s too cramped.”

“That’s what makes it better.”

He pressed soft kisses along her neck, gripping the curve of her plump hips. Her scent, the feel of her — it made him throb so hard inside his pants it was starting to hurt.

He licked the nape of her neck — a spot he hadn’t been able to look away from since they’d met. He sucked hard, leaving a mark. She flinched.

“Hng… it’ll leave a mark…”

“Cover it up, then.”

Telling her to cover it up in the middle of summer was nonsense, but she didn’t protest — she only wrapped her arms tighter around him. Juwon, still half-bent over her, tilted her chin up with his fingers.

“I’ll buy you something to cover it with.”

Mumbling that, he dove in again, unable to hold back. He slid his hand up, squeezing her chest through her blouse. She shivered under his touch.

Funny. Just a while ago, she’d been the one pushing him down, almost smothering him — now she was acting shy.

“Chae Juwon, you’re kinda… bland, huh?”

She’d teased him earlier, licking his hand — but she didn’t stop him when he leaned in for more.

Kisses mixed with alcohol. A mouthful of hot tequila, followed by lips even hotter. Again and again.

He didn’t care who might see. He pinned her down and kissed her deeply. It wasn’t for long — just enough to make him lose track of time.

They’d break for breath, only to seal their lips again. He’d open his eyes in the middle, just to watch her melt into him, then wrap his tongue around hers again. Light but deep, bitter like booze yet sweet like sugar — he lost count of how many times they kissed.

But after all that, Jisoo downed four more tequila shots in a row — and passed out, dead drunk.

“Chae Juwon, do you put sugar on tomatoes? Or salt?”

She’d giggled and slurred out that random question, then flopped over.

Instead of dragging a deadweight girl to a hotel, Juwon decided to be a gentleman. Technically, he didn’t have a choice. She’d been knocked out cold.

He didn’t know where she lived, so he told the driver to head for the station where they’d first met.

But even then, she didn’t wake up, so he pulled into a nearby parking garage instead. After paying the driver and stepping out for a quick smoke, he got back in the car—and that’s when Jisoo finally stirred.

 “It’s cramped.”

Maybe it was the awkward position. Or maybe it was his hand resting on her chest. Jisoo shifted in his lap, and when her hips pressed right against his hard length, he let out a low breath and squeezed her br3ast roughly. She whimpered, like it hurt.

“Ah….”

Even through her clothes, her chest looked full and heavy. It fit his large hand halfway — not huge, but more than enough to feel good. Probably not a full B, maybe a 75C — he wondered what it’d look like bare. Honestly, he cared more about shape than size. And for now, he liked feeling it through her clothes more than ripping it all off at once.

He slipped his hand under, cupping and kneading slowly. Pushing it up from underneath, pulling it in from the side — it filled his palm perfectly.

He teased where her n1pple should be with his thumb, lightly circling. She let out a soft moan, her body trembling. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this turned on.

“Does it hurt?”

He whispered, and she nodded a tiny nod.

“What should I do? I kinda like it.”

She shot him a glare, like she couldn’t believe him. She tried to say something, but his lips were already back on hers, swallowing up her words.

When he finally let her breathe, she muttered something he couldn’t catch — but he leaned in again anyway, ready to shut her up all over.

She pulled her head back. “Mm, wait a sec—”

“What for? Didn’t you say it didn’t matter? You said you liked it all. Said I was your ideal type.”

“Ah… no, that’s not… I don’t know…”

Watching her stammer like that was cute enough to make him laugh low in his throat.

Jisoo gave up on pushing him away. She pressed her mouth back to his and shifted her weight, rocking her hips forward and back on top of him.

She sat over his hardness like she was riding him, moving her hips in slow, teasing circles. Juwon palmed her br3ast a little softer this time, feeling her melt into it.

“Nngh….”

The wetter moan that slipped out made him exhale shakily, satisfaction curling low in his gut. His hand dropped to her ass, gripping it tightly. He pushed her down onto him, moving her up and down just enough to feel every inch of friction. She hooked her arms around his neck, pressing in so close he could feel the soft swell of her chest crush against his solid torso.

His groan slipped out, rough and low. He grabbed her slim waist, grinding up as if he might bury himself in her at any moment. He pushed her down and lifted into her, slow and deep, already imagining how good she’d feel with nothing in the way.

“Mm… ah…”

Through the fabric, their bodies rubbed against each other — the friction, the shallow breaths, it all sharpened the heat between them. Every time they moved, she twitched under him. He could feel it — the front of his briefs was soaked with precum.

“Ha…”

Juwon let out a rough sigh, digging his fingers into her hips as he started rocking her back and forth. He plunged his tongue deep into her mouth, catching hers every time she tried to slip away and twining it up like it was his to claim.

Her quiet whimpers tasted sweet, so sweet it was driving him insane. Even as he lost himself kissing her like he’d devour her whole, a single rational thought flickered through his head.

Sh1t. Condom…

But that moment of sense vanished when she pushed her tongue deeper into his mouth, hot and eager.

Fvck it. There’s one in the glove box. No way it’s expired.

He barely justified it to himself before shifting, pressing her down beneath him. Her flushed face met his gaze, cheeks pink and lips parted as she panted.

“…Why’d you stop?”

He was going to lose his mind.

Juwon grabbed her face and dove in again, shoving his tongue back into her mouth. He kissed her messily, licking her palate like he was mapping it out. Jisoo’s tongue met his — hesitant but diligent, tracing him and swallowing down his taste. She was clumsy, honestly terrible at it — but the awkwardness made him even harder.

Terrible at kissing but so fucking hot.

His mouth stayed greedy on hers, wet and deep, while his free hand fumbled with his belt. Then suddenly her hand slipped under his waistband. He flinched, eyes snapping wide.

What the hell?

For someone so shy with her tongue, she didn’t hesitate at all with her hand. He wasn’t exactly new to this, but even he was caught off guard. Eyes still closed, she stayed focused on the kiss while her small hand wrapped around him, her palm cupping the tip.

It didn’t add up — but damn, it felt good.

Her tiny hand couldn’t even circle him fully. She stroked him from base to tip, feeling him out like she was gauging the size

“Haah…”

A low moan escaped him — he felt like he might lose it just from that.

Before she even got all the way down, Jisoo peeked her eyes open. She gave him a shy, awkward smile and slid her hand lower, finally wrapping her fingers tightly around the base. He felt his hips jerk when her fingers brushed his balls. He sucked in a shaky breath.

“Go easy.”

She nodded, biting her lip. She touched him carefully, almost delicately, stroking back up the thick shaft to the swollen tip. She ran her palm from the head down to his balls and back up again. Then she stopped, gripping him tight just under the crown, and looked up at him.

Her eyes were wide — definitely startled.

She was the one who’d shoved her hand in there, who was stroking him right now — but the way she stared, she looked like she’d been hit over the head.

What now?

Juwon’s breathing grew rough. He pushed a hand through his hair, exasperated.

“What? Too small for you?”

“…No, not that…”

She shook her head, still blinking up at him like she couldn’t believe it. Something about her dazed expression made his brow furrow.

“Then what is it?”

“It’s just… it’s so… big… and thick…”

He almost burst out laughing — or swore. He settled for a sharp exhale. He caught her chin in his hand, tilting her face up until their eyes met.

“Then wanna get a good look?”

She nodded.