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A hand through her hair —her alarm chiming, the vibrations against the bed —a sweet lullaby sung by a sweet voice —and Hyunjin falls back into sleep. She can’t resist it, she feels the sun kissing her cheeks, her temple, a shy press against her lips. She kisses the sunshine back.
When she does fully wake up, it’s to the scent of hazelnut and cocoa, of blueberries and maple.
“Happy anniversary, my love.”
Hyunjin blinks, confused, awake, she needs to be awake.
“Wait, no —Innie, what time is it?”
Her boyfriend sits on the bed, combing his fingers through her hair. “Hi, love.”
“But I was…” Hyunjin flips onto her side, her stomach, rolling around and feeling for her phone. Damnit, what time is it? Did she miss her alarm?
“I wanted to make you breakfast.” Jeongin says, “It’s nine.”
Hyunjin tsks, laying back down. “I wanted to make you breakfast.”
“I know.” Jeongin gins at her, dimples kissable. “I beat you to it.”
It’s hard to be mad at Jeongin, and it’s even harder to resist kissing his dimples. She leans up to do so, a hand cupping the side of his face.
“Happy anniversary, love,” and he grins at her in response, eyes shiny like the first time they ever kissed, years ago. He never stopped looking at her like that, not even after three years. She turns towards it like a sunflower to the sun, and reaches up to ruffle and mess up his hair.
They’re smiling when they get out of bed, sharing a few more kisses. They live in a studio apartment, all whites and pinks and maybe it is a little small and plain, but they’re happier saving money to travel and enjoy their weekends than spending too much on rent. It’s a little outdated; the kitchen is cypress and more white. Their necessities are basic, and it’s all Hyunjin’s ever wanted. A home filled with love.
Sitting across from each other at the small, mismatched kitchen table, Jeongin lays two heart-shaped blueberry pancakes on top of each other and pours warmed syrup over it. He drops more blueberries on the plate and swirls honey into her coffee. A few blueberries escape, rolling around the floor. Jeongin chases after them.
Hyunjin pouts, giving him her best big puppy eyes. He squishes her face with both hands and leaves a coffee-wet kiss on her forehead.
They have lunch and dinner reservations, they have an entire day planned out. Hyunjin kisses him as a thank you for breakfast and they dig in, quiet while Hyunjin’s brain still tries to catch up to normal processing speed.
She really doesn’t know what she did to land this man. They met four years ago at Hyunjin’s best friend’s wedding. Felix married his high school sweetheart, Chan, and of course Hyunjin was a groomsman. She and Jeongin were paired together, as Jeongin was one of Chan’s groomsmen. Jeongin was introduced as Chan’s best friends and Chan had been so proud when he said it; they’d known each other since they were kids, they went to church together, and Hyunjin was surprised she and Jeongin never crossed paths before. She considered Chan a friend, too, she’d known him just as long as Felix. Hyunjin and Jeongin had sat together for the rehearsal dinner, orbited around each other for suit fittings, exchanged numbers “just in case” but Hyunjin could tell by the look in Jeongin’s eyes that he was attracted to her. It wasn’t a hungry gaze, a little fond and awed. Jeongin said cupid emptied his entire quiver into Jeongin’s heart the day they met. He felt it in his heart.
He’s shy, he’s romantic, he’s passionate, he’s respectful and loving and so incredibly, nauseatingly patient with her and has been through every step of the way; he listened to her when she got cold feet after their first date, he never raises his voice, he admires her paintings like he paid to see them, he actively engaged in decorating the apartment, he was completely understanding when Hyunjin made the decision to leave her boring office job to work in a restaurant so she go back to school to finish her art degree. Most recently, he sat with her when she came out to him as trans. He helped her look for doctors when she wanted surgery. And, when she cried and cried and was scared that it’d ruin their relationship, terrified because he identified as a man that loves men, and as painful as it was to hear him initially say he’d need some time to think about it, to re-evaluate his own sexuality, it was immensely relieving to hear that he still loved her more than anything. They moved in after that, he wanted to be there to watch her after the surgery, and they’d been dating long enough anyway that living together made the most sense. It’s been almost a year since they signed the lease and everything’s perfect. It’s been twelve weeks since her surgery. Just last week the doctor cleared her. She can have penetrative sex again.
They’ve had to take it extremely slow. He hasn’t even touched her intimately yet, they haven’t even had intercrural sex, too scared that he’ll hit her in a weird way and mess up the healing process. When Hyunjin had suggested opening their relationship so he could get laid while she healed, he’d actually laughed. Why? I’ll be fine. You’re ridiculous, Hyunjinnie.
“What?” Jeongin stares at her, pushing his bangs out of his face. He’s barely asked about it, too. It really seems as though he’s in no rush to have sex with her again.
Hyunjin’s brain takes that realization and twists it. “Huh?”
“You’re staring at me.”
Hyunjin shakes her head, looking down at her plate. She stabs a blueberry, suddenly worried.
“You’re handsome, that’s all.”
Jeongin hums and eyes her suspiciously. “Just go ahead and say it.”
She doesn’t want to say it. It’s their three year anniversary, she doesn’t want to ruin the mood. But it scares her that, what if, Jeongin realizes he really only likes men and isn’t happy with her after she’s transitioned. What if he doesn’t want to be in a relationship with a woman? Hyunjin’s never felt so herself, so free, surprised by the changes her body’s making, the way her hair started to curl, the way her breasts grew in, after taking hormones, as if her truest self needed a little help coming out.
“I love you.” She says candidly.
Jeongin reaches over the table to take her hand, bringing to his lips and kissing her knuckles. He nearly spills his cup of coffee in the process, and Hyunjin giggles while he fumbles and rearranges the table so he can hold her hand again. She’d be devastated without him, she realizes.
“You’re my world.” He replies, so easy, irrefutable. He takes their empty plates and brings them to the sink, rinsing them off and loading them into the dishwasher. Hyunjin watches, quiet, as he moves. His muscles flex, he’s really been bulking up, started going to the gym with Chan and his other friend, Changbin. As a result, it’s made not being able to jump his bones very difficult. As time goes on, Hyunjin finds herself becoming more attracted to him. She fears it’s the opposite for Jeongin.
She doesn’t want to spiral on their anniversary.
“Shower with me?”
Jeongin slams the dishwasher door in a hurry and rushes into her, lifting her by the waist and throwing her over a shoulder and she laughs at him, relieved by the excitement. He accidentally slams her foot into a wall, and it’s like everything’s normal again in Hyunjin’s head.
Under the shower spray, he lathers her hair and kisses her until her knees weaken. She runs her hands over his biceps, his chest, down towards his crotch but when he pulls her hand away and tells her they don’t have time, the ugly feeling of being unwanted grabs her by the throat again, whispering incoherently in her ear.
Sex before was good, pretty vanilla and mostly awkward for Hyunjin, who was awkward in her body. But she wanted it, and Jeongin would ravage her until she’d forgotten about her insecurities. Post-op, she gave him head more often, they introduced toys into their dynamic, but she worries that she’s losing him.
She gets ready as quickly as she can, light touches of make-up while he blow dries his hair, and he waits for her to get dressed; a flowy, lacey skirt that hits her knees, a belt with a snake engraving, a band-tee. It’s cute and feminine and simple. Jeongin looks at her color scheme, purple, black and white, and goes off to put something on that matches. She loves him intensely.
They take a cute OOTD photo in their large mirror by the front door, share a kiss, and head out.
Jeongin drives, they take his old Toyota out while Hyunjin eyes the way he nervously grips the steering wheel. Once he merges on the highway he reaches over and holds her hand tightly, resting in her lap.
Their first stop is a ceramics painting shop. They pick out matching mugs and decide to paint something for each other. Hyunjin paints blueberries on Jeongin’s, heart shaped pancakes; a scene from the morning. She knows she’s going a little too hard on the project but she’s an artist and this is her favorite thing to do. She puts her head down and only comes back up when Jeongin shuffles his chair back.
“Hi, baby,” She panics as he comes and sits back down, his paint tray refilled. “My love, I’m sorry.”
“Sorry?” He blinks at her, “For what?”
She stares at his all black mug. There’s a photo of a constellation open on his phone.
“I just, I gotta… I was ignoring you.”
Jeongin leans over and smooches her temple, so loud and wet a few couples glance at them. He doesn’t bother to say anything and he doesn’t need to. She knows this is how he says it’s okay.
“I need to go back to my masterpiece.” He says, pulling his phone closer to him. He stares for a long moment, then dips his brush into the white paint.
Hyunjin puts her head back down and focuses on her art.
They’ll need to come back another day to get the finished, dry products. But Jeongin happily twists his mug so she can see it, the carefully drawn stars, the yellows and whites he used on a black background. Is it space? What does space have to do with their relationship…?
“It’s the sky on the night we met.”
Hyunjin can hear the soft, touched, oh’s, of the other girls at the table. She can feel the men glaring, clearly upstaged and realizing this random guy just created a new bar for them, and Hyunjin overflows with so many emotions she promptly starts crying.
Jeongin giggles and loops his arms around her, kissing her all over her face.
“Hey! No, it’s okay. There’s no need to cry, hm?”
She blubbers nonsensically and gestures to his stupidly thoughtful gift.
“I love you.” Jeongin responds with a huge grin. “What’d you draw?” He grabs her cup and studies it, one hand rubbing her shoulders while she tries to collect herself. The woman from the front counter hands her a few tissues, her eyes glittering happily for her. “It’s beautiful,” Then, in Korean, Jeongin adds, “My little artist.”
Hyunjin needs more tissues. The lady at the front counter hands her a few more on the way out, and beams happily at Hyunjin, “He’s a good one, huh?”
“He’s the love of my life.” Hyunjin whispers back.
Sometimes she feels bad, still projecting old fears and traumas onto the first healthy relationship of her life. Jeongin makes it seem so goddamn easy to love her, to date her, to prove to her that she’s all he wants. So she hates when she thinks he’s pulling away, that he’s not physically attracted to her anymore, because she fears that he values sex more than he lets on, because she knows what it’s like, how horny men can get. It’s gotten less bad for her since she started hormone treatments.
He comes back from the restaurant bathroom and she straightens up.
He tips his head to the side, studying her. The food comes around, a few entrees to share; a spicy tuna sushi roll, gyoza. They booked this reservation two months ago and Jeongin hasn’t shut up about it the past week, raving about how good it’s supposed to be. They never splurge like this, they never eat at fancy places, she should be excited.
“Okay.” Jeongin rests his forearms on the table, setting his chopsticks down.
Hyunjin backs up from his solid posture, the steely look in his eyes.
“You’ve been on edge all day. What’s going on?”
He’s so good at giving her space and prompting her to speak and being patient with her when she doesn’t know how to put her words and feelings together into something coherent. He’s looking at her like he’s going to push it out of her.
“I-I’m… You’ve been nervous, too.”
Jeongin’s expression softens for a moment, only a second, scanning her, reading right the fuck through her.
“Do you want to go someplace else and talk about it?”
Hyunjin’s heart is fragile in his hands. He doesn’t squeeze it too tightly.
Tonight… Tonight she’ll be able to silence the stupid little voice in her head.
“I get… it’s been a while since we’ve been able to have sex and I guess that I worry…” She lowers her voice so the other tables won’t hear. “I worry that you want… more.”
Jeongin takes a deep breath, preparing himself, giving her another moment before he speaks.
“It doesn’t bother me.”
About a year ago, she offered to open their relationship so he could have sex with other people while she couldn’t. She had a list of conditions in her head, some of which she’d be willing to bend, others she would be more rigid on. Jeongin told her no, that it wasn’t that serious. But it’s been months since, and in the past three months she’s given him head a handful of times, she got him off last week with a vibrator but she doesn’t know if it’s enough. He turns down her advances. Last week she wanted to make out and give him a hand job but he was asleep before she finished showering.
“We do stuff plenty, love.” Jeongin shakes his head. “It doesn’t bother me, I’m not unhappy. I have a hand. You’re recovering from a pretty intense surgery, I’m more preoccupied with you healing okay, instead of me getting my dick wet.” He frowns a little. “Yeah, sometimes it makes making out with you a little hard, especially since I get a little wound up a little easier, now, but that’s not… I’m not going to leave you for it. Once you’re ready to have sex again you’ll let me know and we’ll go from there.”
She rubs her feet together under the table, tipping her chin towards their plates. “Okay, baby.”
“I mean it. I’m not… baby…” Jeongin slips out of his chair and into the booth with her. There’s enough space that he can turn the table sideways, swapping the longer side of the table towards them. “Please listen to me. I’ll be fine. My dick isn’t gonna fall off because we can’t have sex. It’s not… I wouldn’t leave you for something like this. That’s so fucked up, our relationship is more than just sex.”
“We are not gonna be that couple that shares the booth.” Hyunjin hisses, shy from his confession.
Jeongin shrugs, gesturing to the dividers. “No one’s even gonna notice. And I mean it.” Jeongin kisses her cheek. “I’m not upset.”
Hyunjin leans into him. “Okay, baby.”
“Okay.” Jeongin kisses her temple. “I love you.”
“Love you more.”
Dinner, the fair, a kiss at the top of a Ferris wheel. It’s magical. Jeongin manages to make her feel like the only woman in the world. She could live until eternity by his side.
They walk home hand in hand, the springtime night air forgiving and gentle. Hyunjin leans into Jeongin and he brings their intertwined hands to his lips to kiss the back of her hand. Hyunjin loves him.
It’s been a long day just the two of them, phones on DND, and they’re content and full and walk home in comfortable silence. Jeongin swings their hands and every so often drops a kiss to her hand, just a small reminder that he’s happy she’s here. They don’t need to say much else. Hyunjin only speaks when they’re home, inviting him into the shower. She ties her hair up and kisses him under the warm water. His hands stay on her waist, her lower back, he’s clearly not expecting anything. Hyunjin stays behind and puts on the lacey babydoll she bought for this night.
It’s a dark plum, it looks so rich on her skin. The satin straps tie in bows over her shoulders, apron-tie around the waist, a pretty floral lace all over. She slips on the satin, matching g-string and becomes flustered as she looks in the mirror. She’s always found something to pick on, something to want to hide, something to want to scratch off. Hyunjin has always been thin, didn’t bulk up the same way Jeongin did when they started going to the gym together a few years ago. Her limbs, her waist, her smooth pubic mound, all fits together in a way she knew would feel right. Hyunjin stares at the most complete version of herself in the mirror and allows herself to fall into the tide of emotion. Her hair falls down her mid-back put pulls into the prettiest bun on her head. Her almond, cherry red nails feminise the shape of her hands. She smears a red lipstick on her lips, too, to match. To tie the whole look together. Hyunjin stares at the reflection of a beautiful woman and takes the moment to realize that’s her looking beautiful in a plum baby doll.
They have a small studio apartment so there’s nowhere to hide if Jeongin isn’t behind the divider on the other end of the space, where they’ve created the illusion of a closed off bedroom. Luckily, when she opens the bathroom door, the lights in the main space are off and the floor lamp from the other side of the divider is on. Jeongin is probably already in bed.
Light on her feet, Hyunjin makes it across the room. She places a hand on the divider and takes a deep breath, mumbling,
“Innie?”
“Hm?” He replies immediately.
“Baby…” Hyunjin steps around the divider, heart pounding out of her chest.
Except Jeongin is on the floor, on one knee. He stills, his breath catches, and in his hand, a small velvet box.
“Oh,” They both say at the same time.
He looks so boyfriend, so perfect. Hair fluffy and his big glasses perched on the end of his nose. Distracted, he fumbles opening the box.
A marquise diamond twinkles back at her. Hyunjin’s jaw drops, her hands flying to her face. Jeongin, stunned, lifts the box so she can get a better look at it. It’s not a typical engagement ring; the diamond in the middle surrounded by a starburst of pink gemstones, settled beautifully into a gold band. It’s a good size, prideful without being ostentatious.
“You look, uh,” Jeongin blinks, shaking his head to most likely unlodge his thoughts. “Hyunjin-ah… would you marry —”
“Yes!” She lets out her breath.
Jeongin grins as she nearly dances in place, getting to his feet and shakily extending his hand. Hyunjin’s shaking, too, her fingers settling into his palm so he can bring the ring to her ring finger. It’s so beautiful, a divinely feminine ring. Hyunjin could cry. She does, especially as Jeongin almost drops the ring.
“Okay, butter fingers.” She teases, tears flowing like a broken dam when he slips the finger onto her third finger and officially, they’re engaged.
Jeongin pulls her in, first by her wrist, then reaching for her waist. They’re the same height, that half an inch or so between them doesn’t count. Jeongin kisses her.
Oh, it makes her knees weak; the way he holds her, kisses her, gently touches the ring on her finger.
“I’m yours forever.” He whispers, and Hyunjin sputters through the tears.
“I’m yours forever.” She whispers back. She stares at him with big, wet eyes when he pulls back, and looks down as he does, having totally forgotten she’s in lingerie.
“Uh, so.” He looks over his shoulder to the nightstand. “I recorded this to be romantic.” Hyunjin bursts out laughing as he slips from her arms, going to grab his phone from the nightstand. “But this is for our eyes only.”
“You don’t think I’m pretty enough for everyone to see?”
Jeongin locks his phone and sets it face down. His eyebrows push together and his lips twist sourly. “I’m the only one who can get to see you like this.” He’s a little possessive, and it thrills Hyunjin. He’d never stop her from doing anything she wants and loves when she dresses cute in public, but his hands will always sit lower on her waist, or he won’t let go of her hand. He wants everyone to know that this beautiful woman is his.
Hyunjin falls quiet, watching him work through something. He’s in a tank top and those blessedly grey sweats that leave nothing to the imagination. Hyunjin slides her hand along her waist, brushing strands of her bangs out of her eyes with a shake of her head, and she swears she sees it jump in his pants.
Oh, is right.
“I-I’m… um. Bisexual.” Jeongin’s voice crackles between octaves. “Confirmed. I’m definitely…” He trails off, lips parting as Hyunjin makes her way over to the bed. She guides him to sit down and climbs on him, sitting on his thighs. She leans in, putting her hands on his chest, the diamond sparkling at her. This time she definitely sees it, the way his cock twitches in his pants.
“Definetly bisexual?”
“Pansexual. Whatever.” Jeongin’s hands hover awkwardly in the air, afraid to touch. “I don’t really like the yellow, though.’
Hyunjin grins, her smile splitting her face in half. What a relief. She could cry.
In fact, her throat constricts a bit around a ball of emotion.
She’d been so afraid that he’d reject her. That he wouldn’t love her or be attracted to her after transition. Instead, here he is, having a full-blown crisis and fucking proposing.
“So probably. Bisexual.”
He’s seen her naked a bunch of times since the surgery. She’d had the smallest touch of surgery to her jaw, too, to soften her features into something a little more feminine. Hyunjin has never felt so herself; this is the most elevated version of herself. This is her truest self. She just needed a little help unearthing it.
Jeongin being absolutely stupid for her boosts her confidence a lot, too.
“I-I just… wasn’t sure how I was allowed to look at you. After the… Removal — surgery?”
Jeongin had sat with her while she watched an informative video on what gender affirming surgery would entail. He’d come out truly a funny shade of green and majorly stunned, but remained consistently supportive. However, his little confession doesn’t go unnoticed.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean. That’s crazy.” His eyes snap up to her face. Hyunjin’s boobs have grown to be barely enough to be a handful in Jeongin’s beefy, massive hands, but it fits her slim build and was enough to put her over the moon. Jeongin hasn’t stopped looking, either. “I mean that like… you’re so brave. You’re so brave, and it scared me a little to look at you, being so true to yourself, and I didn’t…” Jeongin breathes through his nose. “I didn’t want to reduce your journey and all your effort and the entire surgery to something sexual.”
Hyunjin’s eyes well up with tears. She understands now, why he was so hesitant to touch her, or look at her for too long. It’s an odd place to be in the middle of. A small part of her wishes he’d said something sooner, but in the same vein, she understands why he chose not to say anything.
“B-but… I want to touch you. So badly.” Jeongin’s words are heavy. His hand on her cheek is soft, his love and support for her as big as the galaxy. Hyunjin sees it now.
“I love you.” Hyunjin whispers.
“I love you.” Jeongin smiles at her. “You’re so beautiful. And I think I love you more now, than I thought I did before.”
“And I’m an idiot for ever doubting you.”
“Never an idiot.” Jeongin murmurs. “Just remember…” He brings her hand between his, flashing the engagement ring at her.
Hyunjin runs her hands over the plain of his stomach, where he’s soft and full from a day full of eating. “It’s a good thing you’re attracted to me, y’know.”
“I wanna fuck you so badly.”
Hyunjin’s cunt throbs. Oh. That’s new.
Jeongin’s hands move to sit on her waist. He grips her waist and her arousal dips hotly again.
“A-are we…?” His gaze falls down over her babydoll again, eagerly taking in her body. “Can I touch you?”
Hyunjin nods. “I’m cleared.”
“Thank god,” Jeongin breathes as he surges to sit up and kiss her.
He doesn’t just kiss her. Jeongin devours her, hungry and hot. He gets her on her back and climbs on top of her, and Hyunjin preens, pulling him close and blushing as he meets their tongues.
“You’re so fucking pretty,” He mumbles against their lips, hands slipping along her smooth thighs, finger twisting on the string of her thong. “And this is such a nice treat…” He moves down her throat, settling on her favorite spot. Hyunjin whines, tipping her head back as he grazes his teeth on her jaw, “I want to see you naked.”
Hyunjin lifts her hips as Jeongin yanks the g-string off. He doesn’t touch the baby doll yet. His hand slips underneath and curious fingers slip along her thighs. He cups her mound, bare skin on bare skin.
“I-I’ve never…” Jeongin kisses her collarbone, the skin of her neck wamr from his mouth. “I’ve never been with someone with a vagina.”
Gold star gay, he’d joked once, when Hyunjin was still considering telling him her transition goals. It scared her, back then.
“I’ve been with someone with a vagina.” Hyunjin says softly, knowing that Jeongin knows this. She’s always identified as bi. “But this is my first time doing anything…” She blinks as Jeongin pulls away to look down at her. “My first time doing anything on myself.”
Jeongin frowns at her. “You haven’t tried getting yourself off yet? I thought you’d want to do that before you slept with me.”
“No,” Hyunjin shakes her head. “Help me learn what I like.”
Jeongin groans as if he were in pain, moving back down to mouth at her neck. “You’re so hot, you’re so hot what the fuck.”
If she were able to find the words, Hyunjin would tell him he’s the hot one. He breaks necks everywhere he goes, he knows how to dress himself up, style his hair, is a bit of a clumsy loser but he’s her clumsy loser. And, in bed, he’s good with his mouth and hips. He’s the jackpot, truly. And he proves it by mouthing down her neck, warming and dampening her skin, pressing his tongue against her heartbeat in her throat so they can both feel it. His hands slip along her waist, under her boobs, until he’s cupping them gently. His thumb grazes over her nipple and she jolts, full bodied, so shocking that Jeongin rips away, eyes widening.
“Sorry, sorry. Did I hurt you?”
“N-no… I’m more sensitive after the surgery.”
Jeongin blinks through the information. “Okay,” He says, gaze drifting down her body. He brings his hand to her chest, her arousal twirling in her guts, and pulls one of her tits over the hem of the baby doll. Hyunjin whimpers, her lower half pulsing, and she nearly cries out as he licks at her, closing his eyes and dragging just the tip of his tongue back, forth, back, forth. Hyunjin’s body tenses and then he picks up speed, flicking his tongue over her, holding her breast in place with a strong hand. Hyunjin grips one hand in his hair, the other in the sheets. She’s always liked having her nipples teased, one day they’ll be able to bring the nipple clamps back into play. Hyunjin bucks her hips against his thigh, but the drag is rough against his sweats.
“Wait, y-your —ah, clothes.”
Jeongin stops flicking his tongue and kisses her hard nipple. He pulls away, reaching for his shirt, then his pants. He didn’t bother with boxers.
He’s half hard, and Hyunjin’s mouth waters. He pauses, looking down at her, pupils blown and hair messy from her hands.
“Do we… do we need lube?”
Hyunjin nods, “One of these days we’ll use your cum as lube.” Jeongin makes a pained expression and groans, leaning over to grab the lube from the nightstand, “But today I’m too impatient.”
“How impatient?” Jeongin asks, voice low and breathy.
“Um,” Hyunjin isn’t sure what he means. “For what?”
Jeongin lowers himself between her legs, eyes on the prize. “Wanna eat you out.”
“O-oh, we could —ah!” His tongue swipes against her, “Oh, oh my god.” He throws her legs over his shoulder and takes a pause, but promptly nosedives into her pussy.
Hyunjin writhes on the sheets. Her doctor said it might take a little extra time for her to be able to fully experience pleasure as normal, and it might take a little more time for her to have an orgasm. The experience of being with Jeongin, who she trusts wholly, and being with someone who’s eager to apply old tricks to see what still works, sends her into a frenzy. Hyunjin’s cunt throbs against his face as he works her open with his mouth. Jeongin tongues at her entrance and noses at her clit and when he sucks a little, she goes dizzy.
“Oh my god, oh, ah, fuck, Jeongin,” Her hands curl into his hair and she bucks her hips. “I-Innie…”
Jeongin licks a fat stripe up between her legs, soaking her with his saliva. He kisses her there, eyes fluttering open.
“It’s good?”
Hyunjin nods. She wonders if she’ll get lucky and be able to experience an orgasm.
“Can you come like this?” Jeongin lifts his head and brings his hands in, licking his thumb and pressing it against her entrance. Hyunjin whines and grips the sheets, spreading her legs.
“I-I don’t know. Doctor said it might take a l-little…” Her chest heaves with a huge gulp of breath. “Might take a little while.”
Jeongin presses his thumb inside her, and Hyunjin shivers from head to toe. It’s a little embarrassing that he’s staring at her so intently. It’s also a turn on that he wants her so badly.
“We’ll give it a try. I found a lesbian on Tiktok that gives sex advice and she had a whole thing on how to eat pussy.”
Hyunjin burns up at his words. “You studied for me?”
Jeongin’s sharp eyes flicker up to her, catching her. Hyunjin’s breath catches.
“I wanna make you come.” He licks at her. Her legs shake. “You’re so beautiful.”
She really doesn’t know if it’ll happen. There are so many heavy feelings inside her, heat blazing from her core, and it all feels so good. Jeongin eats her out with confidence, attentive to her noises and the way she swivels her hips against his face. Hyunjin needs to relax more, she pushes her shoulders into the mattress, traps his head with her thighs. She never had this much of a hard time coming when she still had a dick. She wonders if this is because she’s all still new, or if this is a regular thing for women.
Jeongin sticks two fingers inside her and Hyunjin arches off the bed. He feels her soft insides, licks and sucks at her oversensitive clit. Hyunjin falls into, falls into a shameless void where her noises become out of control, foreign to her own ears, and she’s full-on fucking Jeongin’s face, humping him, rushing to get to something she’s not even sure —
“Ah! Fuck! In-Innie, Innie,”
Everything shuts down and she comes. She feels her body pulse from head to toe and her toes curl and her body pulls taut. When the feeling finishes washing over her she pushes him off.
Jeongin’s eyes are dark, his mouth all red. He rushes up to lick at her jawbone.
“Fuck, you’ve never been so loud.” He rumbles, hands slipping up her sides.
“I’m gonna die.” Hyunjin whines, arms loosely falling around his shoulders. She focuses on breathing while he pulls the twisted baby doll off her. He runs his hands down her hips.
“Beautiful.” He mumbles.
Hyunjin blushes, blooming under his gaze. He leans down to nibble on her ear.
“I hope you never doubt how attracted I am to you, hm.” He groans into her ear, voice deep and dark. Hyunjin shivers, whining as he guides her hand to his hard cock. She wraps her fingers around him and he hisses, “Feel how hard I am because of you.”
Hyunjin squeezes her eyes shut. “I love when you get like this.”
“Mhm, leaking through my fucking pants because of how bad I want you.”
“Fucking, oh god,” Hyunjin tightens her grip on his dick. “Want you inside me.”
“Do you need a minute?”
“No, it’s been way too long. I need you inside me.”
The way he kisses her is so affectionate, so sweet, but he says, “Missed my pretty little cockwhore.”
Hyunjin tips her head to the side, eyes shutting again. She spreads her legs in response, and Jeongin whispers, “Good girl.”
“Oh,” Her body tingles.
'Good boy' never did anything for her. But good girl? Wow. She's at Jeongin's mercy.
Jeongin notices it. He’s attentive like that. So he slips into her, the slide easy with spit and lube, “Good girl,” He drags out the words, and Hyunjin starts to slip off again, “So easy for me.”
“I feel good?” She asks dumbly, blushing now that they’re hip to hip.
“You have no idea.” He kisses her neck. “Tell me if it hurts.”
Everything feels so fucking right. As he pulls back and pushes forward, fucking her full, Hyunjin has never felt so right. She gasps, burying her face into his neck. With years of practice and their shared past history as dancers, sex has always been fantastic. Jeongin’s hips thrust fluidly, pulling almost all the way before shoving back in. He’s able to set and pace and keep it; deep and firm. He moans against her skin and leaves little love bites. He holds her back just as tightly as she holds him. Hyunjin loses herself in the motions of it, of their bodies, familiar with the rising crescendo of her orgasm. She’s going to come again. She squeezes around him and Jeongin’s hips stutter.
“Can I?” He whines, desperate, hips not stopping, “Can I come inside you?”
“Yes, please.” Hyunjin gasps, digging her nails into his bicep as her own orgasm floods through her, hot and heavy. “Come in me.”
Jeongin thrusts a few more times, clinging to her, and releases. She feels how his cock pulses, how his hot release pumps deep inside her. Sex has never been so fantastic. He softens inside her, gently pulling out once they’ve caught their breaths.
His eyes fall down to her vagina. “You’re gaping.”
“Cause your cock is so big.” Hyunjin giggles, closing her legs. His cum runs out of her, dripping between her asscheeks and onto the bed. “Next time we lay a towel down.”
Jeongin nods and kisses her sweetly. “I’ll clean you up. Stay here.”
He’s gone a few minutes, comes back with a warm rag and more kisses. Hyunjin revels in it, sleepy and satiated. Neither of them bother with clothes, slipping into each other’s arms. Jeongin still likes to be little spoon.
“Baby?” He asks after a few minutes.
“Hm?”
“You’re still gonna top me, right?”
Hyunjin laughs and squeezes him. “I’ll buy a strap with my next paycheck. Y'know... I can’t wait to tell my doctor I was able to come not once but twice.”
Jeongin laughs, kissing her cheek. “Can you please go to sleep?”
When Hyunjin reaches for him, the engagement ring seems to be smiling at her. She goes all soft again, kissing him sweetly, “Anything for my husband.”
Jeongin’s eyes fly open.
He side eyes her.
Hyunjin tries and fails to hide her amused smirk. “Do you like that? Do you like hearing me call you my husband?”
“No.” He grumbles, closing his eyes again.
“Baby, husband,” She purrs. “Your wife needs you.”
“Oh fuck you.” Jeongin spits, rolling over and pressing her to the mattress. He glares down at her. She gently cups his face, playing innocent while he clenches his jaw.
“And what exactly does my wife need?” He asks, tone dark and deep.
Like a spider catching a fly in her spiderweb, Hyunjin drags her nails down his jawline, biting her tongue and tipping her head to the side, exposing her neck. She feels his cock twitch against her thigh.
“My husband's cock.”
Jeongin pounces.