Chapter 3

He leaned in slowly, giving her plenty of time to pull away if she wanted to.

Her breath hitched, but she didn't pull away.

Instead, she tilted her head slightly, closing her eyes as their lips met.

It was a soft, gentle kiss. No tongue. No pressure. Just the warmth of his mouth against hers, tentative and sweet. The kind of kiss that asked permission with every passing second.

The kiss lingered for a moment longer than necessary, but it wasn't demanding or hungry. It was simple. Almost chaste.

He pulled back slowly, his eyes searching hers for any sign of hesitation or discomfort.

Seeing none, he leaned in again.

This time, he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.

Then her cheek.

Then her jaw.

Then her neck.

Each kiss was slow. Deliberate. He was taking his time, treating her skin like it was fragile and precious. His lips left a trail of gentle pressure down her neck, making her shiver involuntarily. Her hands fisted the sheets unconsciously, trying to ground herself in the overwhelming sensations.

"Is this okay?" he asked softly against her skin.

His hands remained gentle and non-threatening, resting lightly on her waist instead of groping or squeezing. The lack of aggression was almost surreal. She realised—with a strange, quiet ache—that she'd never been asked for consent during intimacy before. Not like this. Not like it actually mattered.

"Y-yeah," she breathed. "Keep going."

He moved lower.

Her breathing hitched as his lips trailed lower still, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses against her collarbone and then the sensitive skin of her chest. There was no rush. No roughness. Just deliberate, worshipful attention.

She trembled.

Her fingers loosened their grip on the sheets and tentatively rested on his shoulders.

This was entirely uncharted territory for her.

Not the physical act itself—she'd been intimate before. But this. The slowness. The gentleness. The patience. The way he kept checking in without breaking the mood, making sure she was still with him, still wanting this.

"You're doing so well," he murmured against her skin.

She inhaled sharply as he tugged at her bathrobe, exposing more of her skin. His movements are careful, almost reverent, as if he's unwrapping a fragile gift. The cool air against her newly exposed skin contrasts with the warmth of his lips as he continues kissing along her shoulder.

He slowly pushed the robe off her shoulders, pooling at her elbows. Baring her breasts completely. Before she could overthink it, his mouth wrapped around her already erect nipple, his tongue slowly sucking and laving over the sensitive peak in a way that made her arch slightly.

"Mnh—"

Her fingers found their way into his hair, tangling gently instead of pushing or pulling. It surprised her—how natural it felt. How her body seemed to know what to do even when her mind was spinning.

His other hand cupped her remaining breast, thumb brushing softly across her nipple while his mouth worked the other. There was no urgency. No hunger. Just patience.

He wasn't rushing to finish her off or drain himself. He was savouring her like a meal. Like her pleasure was the destination, not a pit stop on the way to his own.

"Tell me if anything feels wrong," he murmured against her skin.

"It's… it's good," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

And it was.

More than good.

She could feel the tension in her body slowly melting away under his tender touches—the stress of the past month, the weight of sleepless nights, the constant gnawing anxiety about money and work and the future. All of it softening, loosening, dissolving under the warmth of his mouth and hands.

He pulled back just enough to release her nipple with a soft pop, his breath warm against her damp skin. Then he moved—kissing and sucking a slow trail along her chest before taking the other peak into his mouth.

She gasped softly, her fingers tightening in his hair.

He treated her breasts like they were precious. Like they were something to be enjoyed slowly rather than used roughly. There was no grabbing, no squeezing hard enough to bruise. Just reverence.

His hands slid upward along her sides, pushing her bathrobe further down to expose more of her torso. Every inch of skin he revealed, he followed with his lips—kissing, soothing, warming.

"You're so beautiful," he said, trailing his lips down her chest to her stomach, before working his way back up with his tongue with one long lick.

Her breath was caught in her throat, arching her back more and throwing her head back. She squeezed and rubbed her legs together, feeling the ache in her core.  She squirmed slightly as he reached for the sleeves of her robe, instinctively tensing. 

"Relax," he murmured against her skin, his voice vibrating through her belly. "I got you." He slowly removed her robe instead of yanking it off her. She was now completely bare, except for her lace panties, in front of him, from top to bottom. She instinctively covered herself, feeling shy and self-conscious.

His eyes meet hers, soft and understanding. Without a word, he gently lifts her hands away from her body and kisses her fingertips before pinning her wrists on either side of her head.

"It's okay to be shy," he murmured against her skin. He settled himself between her legs, pressing a slow kiss to her inner thigh.

She gasped sharply, her body trembling slightly as he pressed soft kisses to her inner thighs. He took his agonising time, nipping and licking her sensitive skin, completely ignoring her centre. His hands gently rubbed circles around her thighs, grounding her. "Relax for me, sweetheart."

The pet name slipped out so naturally, so tenderly, that it makes her chest ache in a way she doesn't understand. She slowly let her legs fall further apart, lifting her head and propping herself against her elbows, her eyes lidded and her cheeks flushed.

Her core was throbbing, already wet with anticipation. But he was still taking his time, exploring and teasing every inch of her, and it was driving her mad. She found herself bucking her hips against his face, but he stopped her, pinning her in place.

"Uh, uh, uh, princess,” he said, his tone an octave lower. His fingers traced lazy patterns on her thighs, deliberately avoiding where she needed them most. “You gotta ask nicely.” 

"You really want me to spell it out?" she asked in a small voice, almost panting. “What if it’s embarrassing?”

"I won’t judge," he encourages, pressing a soft kiss to her hip. "You’re allowed to express your needs and wants however you want, sweetie."

She bit her lip, heart racing. "Touch me. Please."

"Where, sweetheart?”

Down there, she wanted to say, but the words died in her throat.

"Say it," Jiji said, almost in a growl. "There's no wrong answer."

She swallowed hard, her cheeks flushed crimson. "My... my pussy," she finally managed, the word foreign on her tongue. She’d never used that word before—not like this. It feels so… scandalous and dirty. But she didn’t mind it. And that’s what surprised her.

Jiji made a small pleased sound against her thigh. "Good girl.”

His fingers gently slid her panties aside, exposing her to the cool air. She felt a rush of embarrassment and arousal at the sudden exposure. He didn’t immediately touch her there; instead, he pressed a soft kiss just above where she needed him most, his hands still gently holding her hips steady.

His thumb finally brushed through her wet folds, one slow, teasing stroke that made her thighs tremble and shudder. "Damn…" he murmured, almost awed. "You're leaking nectar down there, sweetheart."

Another stroke, this time parting her lips to drag his thumb along her seam. She gasped, gripping the sheets tighter. He was still taking his time, learning her.

A broken moan tore from her throat the instant his mouth made contact. He didn't attack her clit aggressively; instead, he gave her one long, slow lick from her entrance all the way up, collecting her arousal on his tongue. Her back arched off the bed instantly, her hands flying to his hair. 

He laved his tongue against her in slow, deliberate strokes-sometimes flat and broad, sometimes focused and narrow. His fingers spread her lips gently to give him better access. He sucked on her clit softly, not too hard, not too soft—just enough pressure to make her hips twitch forward and her legs to spread wider involuntarily. His hands slid under her thighs, lifting her hips slightly to give him better access. 

Her breathing became ragged, her thighs trembling on either side of his head. Every flick of his tongue sent a jolt of pleasure up her spine and made her toes curl. There was no rushing, no pressure to perform. Just slow, relentless pleasure that builds deep in her belly.

"You taste so good, baby," he murmured against her, the vibration making her gasp.

He lapped at her clit with a little more pressure, sucking gently as she bucked her hips helplessly and desperately. Her fingers tightened in his hair, panting, toes curling, overwhelmed by how good his tongue felt on her.

"Mmm..." He growled softly against her most sensitive spot, his shoulders pushing her thighs apart wider to give him more room. 

“Fuck... Right there." She moaned, thrashing her head side to side as she ground her hips.

His tongue responded to her movement, flattening and pressing directly against her clit—the exact spot she needed. He wrapped his arms around her thighs, holding her firmly in place, keeping her exactly where he wanted her. Every sound she made was swallowed by the wet noises of his mouth working her over.

Jiji sensed her impending release—the way her thighs started to shake more intensely, the hitch in her breathing, the desperate moans falling from her lips. Instead of speeding up or slowing down, he maintained that steady, relentless pressure directly on her clit.

"Let go for me, baby," he whispers against her core, the words vibrating through her sensitive flesh. "Cum on my mouth. Let me taste all of you." His tongue flicked rapidly against her clit a few times before returning to that perfect circling motion.

With a loud cry, she came undone. Her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, her inner walls clenching and pulsing with pleasure. Her legs shook uncontrollably, held in place only by his firm grip. He didn't let up, continuing to lap at her clit through her orgasm, drawing out every last drop of pleasure and savouring her taste.

His hands slid up to stroke her stomach soothingly as she caught her breath. It was only when she was completely still that he pulled back and moved back up, kissing her.

She parted her lips eagerly, tasting herself on his tongue as he kissed her deeply. She tugged at his tank top, silently demanding to take it off.

Understanding what she wanted, Jiji pulled the tank top over his head and tossed it aside. His chest is lean and toned, covered in a light sheen of sweat. She ran her hands over his muscled abdomen, feeling the dip of his V-line leading down to his waistband. He leaned back down, planting kisses on her neck and collarbone while she explored his body, breathless.

Yujin moved her hands into his pants, pushing them down slightly. Jiji hissed softly as her hands slid into his pants, gripping his ass firmly. His already hard length jerked against the fabric of his boxers. He helps her push his pants and underwear down, kicking them off impatiently. He's completely naked now, his erection standing proud between them.

Her breath hitched slightly at the sight of him. He was bigger than she expected, thick and leaking at the tip. Her hands gripping his ass pull him closer until his cock is pressed against her belly. Without thinking, she dragged her thumb through the slit, spreading the pre-cum. 

He groaned, almost falling on her, forehead resting against hers. "You don't have to—"

She interrupted him by wrapping her small hand around his length, her thumb continuing to spread the slick liquid over his tip. He bit back a curse as she started to stroke him slowly, experimenting with the pressure and speed. His hands gripped the sheets tightly, his control slipping bit by bit.

“You don’t have to do this—Fuck..." he groaned.

“But I want to,” she whispered. “I want you to feel good. Not just me.”

He watched her face intently, loving the way she bit her lip in concentration. When she gave his head a particularly good squeeze and twist, he growled, "Oh...fuck..."

Feeling encouraged, she focused on the sensitive head of his cock, twisting and squeezing as she jerked him off. The sight of her delicate hand wrapped around his thick, veiny length is almost too much to bear. He grabbed her wrist suddenly, stopping her movement. "Wait..."

Confused, she looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes, her hand stilling around his cock."What is it? Did I do something wrong?" She asked softly. Jiji shook his head quickly, bringing her hand to his mouth and kissing her palm. "No, baby. You're doing amazing. But…”

There was a pause.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He clarified his voice low with concern, searching her face for any sign of uncertainty. "We don't have to go any further if you're not ready. I want you to be absolutely sure." His thumb stroked her cheek gently.

The question hung in the air. 

Yujin looked down at where their bodies were almost joined, then back up into his eyes. A small, shy smile curved her lips. "I'm sure," she whispered, pulling him closer by his hips. "I want this. I want you." 

The honesty in her voice settles his nerves. He kissed her fiercely, pressing his hard length against her belly. "If you change your mind at any point, just tell me to stop, okay?" He pulled back slightly, searching her face once more.

Her hands moved to his chest as she leaned into the kiss. He took that as her final confirmation and slowly guided himself to her entrance, coating himself with her arousal. He was big, and she's tight; he knew this would hurt her initially. He breaks the kiss to whisper against her lips, "Ready, baby?"

She nodded.

He pushed forward slowly, the thick head of his cock breaching her entrance. She gasped at the stretch, fingers gripping his shoulders tightly. He buried his face in her neck, breathing hard, trying to control himself. "You're doing so good," he mumbled against her skin. "Breathe for me."

She focused on his words, forcing herself to take deep breaths as he pushed deeper. There's a sharp sting as she feels her hymen tear, and she can't help but whimper, her nails digging into his back.

"Hurts," she admitted quietly, her hips instinctively trying to pull away from the invasion. He froze immediately.

"I know, baby, I know," he murmured soothingly, staying perfectly still, letting her adjust to his size. "Just breathe. It'll only hurt for a second, I promise." He kissed her temple tenderly.

After a moment, she feels the initial burning begin to fade, replaced by a strange fullness. She relaxed slightly beneath him, her hands moving from his back to his thighs. When he felt her hips stop tensing, he pulled back slightly and pushed forward again, slow and gentle this time.

"That's it," he whispered, his voice strained with effort as he moved slowly inside her. He kissed her deeply to distract her from any lingering discomfort. His hands cradled her face tenderly while his hips moved in a steady rhythm designed to ease her into this new sensation rather than rush it.

She found herself wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him back eagerly, her hips slowly, meeting his thrusts, adjusting to the feeling of being filled by him.

He took that as a good sign and started moving a bit faster, his hips rolling in a gentle rhythm. He broke the kiss to check on her, making sure she was okay. When he saw her eyes flutter closed and her lips part softly, he knew she was starting to enjoy it.

A soft moan slipped from her lips as her head tilted back in pleasure, the sensations overwhelming her senses. He found that perfect spot that made her momentarily lose herself, seeing stars in the aftermath of his touch. He smiled, enjoying the knowledge that he was bringing her such deep pleasure.

He started moving with more confidence, his pace increasing as he felt her hips meet his thrusts instinctively. The bed creaks softly with their movements, the room filling with their mingled breaths and soft moans. He hooked her leg over his shoulder, changing the angle to hit deeper.

"Ahh!" She cried, her nails digging into his shoulders as her eyes flew open, staring up at him in surprise and ecstasy. He smirked devilishly, repeating the motion and watching her fall apart beneath him. "Right there, baby?"

“Yeah,” she nodded frantically, her face flushed and eyes glassy with pleasure. She could feel something building inside her—a tight coiling in her stomach.Her inner walls start to flutter around him, signalling her impending orgasm.

“Getting close?" 

"Mhmm!" 

Without breaking their connection, he rolled onto his back, pulling her on top of him. "Ride me, baby," he encouraged softly, his hands gripping her hips to help her find the rhythm. 

She looks down at him, her hair falling around her face in dishevelled waves. Her cheeks are flushed pink, and her lips are swollen from kissing. She experimentally rolled her hips, a breathless moan escaping when she found a new angle that felt even better. "Oh—" She gasps, doing it again.

“That's it," he praised, guiding her movements slowly. “You’re doing well.”

His strong hands guided her hips, showing her how to rise and fall on his length. She braced her hands against his chest, lifting herself before sinking back down, her head thrown back in pure ecstasy. 

"You look so beautiful like this," he murmured, his thumb brushing her clit gently. “Riding my cock like you own it.”

She cried out, her rhythm faltering as the pleasure spikes sharply. "Feels…so…good," she whimpered, her movements becoming erratic. She started to ride him faster, practically bouncing on him, making him groan. Jiji watched her breasts bounce with every movement, entranced by the sight of her losing control on top of him. 

He could feel her walls starting to clench rhythmically around him, her body tensing as she got closer. He reaches up to squeeze her breasts, pinching her sensitive nipples between his fingers. "Come on, baby," he encouraged, thrusting up to meet her movements. “Come on my cock.”

Finally, her orgasm came crashing over her like a wave. She cried, her head falling back as she rode out the waves, her body shaking as she came hard around his cock, her inner walls fluttering and squeezing him tightly. 

He groans loudly beneath her, her tight heat milking him.

He thrust up into her one final time, feeling his own release build rapidly. "Fuck…" he groaned through gritted teeth, quickly lifting her as he pulled out, coming on the sheets.

Yujin fell on top of him, her elbows on either side of his head. Her hair fell around his face in a messy curtain, some strands sticking to her sweaty cheeks. Her chest was pressed against his, their hearts beating rapidly in unison—two drums in a wild, shared rhythm.

He wrapped his strong arms around her, holding her close as they both caught their breath.

"Hey…" He moved her hair away from her face, tucking it gently behind her ear.

She leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering open slowly. They were glassy and unfocused, her lips swollen and parted as she tried to steady her breathing. "Hey…" she whispered back, a shy, satisfied smile curling on her lips. She looked completely wrecked.

And utterly beautiful.

"You okay?"

She nodded.

"You sure?"

"Mhmm," she hummed contentedly, nuzzling closer to him. There was a lingering soreness, but it was easily overshadowed by the overwhelming satisfaction and warmth flooding through her body. "Better than okay," she whispered, tracing a finger over his chest in lazy, meandering patterns.

"Yeah?"

She nodded again, giving him a genuine, reassuring smile. "I promise." She pressed a tender kiss to his jawline. "Just… a little sore," she admitted honestly, resting her forehead against his.

Jiji pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, his hand gently rubbing up and down her back in a soothing motion. They stayed tangled together like that for a long moment, the room quiet except for their slowing breathing.

"You did so well," he murmured, pressing another kiss to the top of her head.

He shifted carefully, mindful that she was probably feeling sensitive, and moved her so he could spoon her from behind. He gently manoeuvred them, pulling her back against his chest. His arm wrapped securely around her waist, and he buried his face in her neck, pressing a soft kiss to her skin.

The position was intimate. Comforting. Their legs tangled together beneath the sheets like they'd been doing this for years.

She melted into his embrace, her body fitting perfectly against his larger frame. "This is nice," she whispered, pressing her back more firmly against his chest.

"Is it?" he asked.

She felt his arms tighten around her waist, his chest rising and falling against her back. The question hung in the air between them—simple, but weighted with unspoken vulnerability. He wasn't asking if the mechanics had worked. He was asking if she had felt it too. The connection. The tenderness. The way their bodies had somehow understood each other without needing instructions.

"Yeah," she confirmed softly, lacing her fingers through his where they rested against her stomach.

"I'm glad," he said.

"Me too," she murmured drowsily, her eyelids growing heavy.

She felt his breath warm against her neck. The gentle weight of his arm around her waist. The steady rise and fall of his chest.

"Get some sleep," he whispered.

She nodded, already half-asleep. His gentle command—not demanding, not dismissive, just caring.

She shifted slightly, pressing her back more firmly against him as if seeking his warmth even in sleep. Her breathing evened out quickly, falling into a peaceful rhythm that matched his own slow breaths behind her.

For the first time in weeks, sleep came without a fight.