I Trust You

“Are you sure, Heon?”

“Of course, jagi-yah. You’re my boyfriend.”

You still look away from your girlfriend, who sits on your lap and straddles both your legs on your bed. You may have got the verbal and explicit “OK”, but you don’t want to still out of respect for her. She’s never done this before—well, this much at least—and on one hand, you’re overjoyed she trusts you this much, but you’re also dreading the next few actions she’ll take. You’re not sure if you’re ready.

“It’s okay, Jagi-yah.” Jiheon’s palms cup your cheeks and turn your head back to her. “You’re the bestest boyfriend, and I trust you. I love you so much, okay?” She tops it up with a soft kiss on your lips, slow, passionate, and full of love. Jiheon moves to cradle your head, and you can feel warmth rush over your body. No, not arousal, not entirely at least, but Jiheon’s love. Her fondness for you, and yours for her. She’s your baby, your honey, your Heonnie, and you’re her Jagi, her Tiger, her one and only. If she believes in you, how could you not believe in yourself too?

“I love you too, Heon.”

Jiheon grins, her eyes once again becoming the crescent moons you so love. She’s gorgeous, so damned gorgeous, as if during her creation, God had personally blessed her with cuteness and pureness, then Aphrodite added all the beauty in the world. You wonder how you could be so blessed to have her as your loving girlfriend. Five years together, almost six, and you knew there’d be no one else you’d want to spend the rest of your life with. It was Baek Jiheon or nothing.

You wait with bated breath as Jiheon shyly unbuttons the blouse she wears. You stare at her outfit for today—cute blue blouse paired with a black skirt—but specifically at her milky skin, exposed bit by bit with every button being undone. You drum your fingers in anticipation on her hips and Jiheon giggles.

“Excited?”

“Y-Yeah.”

“Cute.” Jiheon kisses your forehead as two more buttons come undone. Your heart pounds when you see the swell of Jiheon’s chest as well as her cleavage, her white bra protecting her modesty. You bite down hard on your bottom lip, your cock straining against your jeans. Fuck, Jiheon was so damned sexy.

One last button and Jiheon’s blouse falls open. You move your hands off her hips, and she pulls her top off her shoulders, gravity aiding it down her arms and off her body. The cloth falls to the floor behind her, and she rests her hands on your shoulders. Your eyes roam over the expanse of skin, but you return your gaze to her features to check for her comfort level. A blush paints her entire face, and you can tell how nervous she is, as much as she tries not to be. You admire every aspect of her features—her beautiful eyes, the crescents that you so loved; her sharp nose that you loved to peck or boop; her lips, always curled up in the cutest grin or smile. However, her body is tense, so tense.

“Nervous?”

“Mm.”

“Don’t be.” You let your eyes roam once again. “You’re… You’re so beautiful, Jiheon.”

“R-Really?”

“Yes.” You gently pull her into a kiss and softly pat the back of her head. Jiheon seems to relax into the kiss, and you pull her just a bit closer. “Are you comfortable? We can stop.”

“N-No!” Her insistence surprises you, and even herself. “I… No. I want to.”

You nod. You know your Heonnie—once she’s set her mind to something, she wouldn’t give up.

“If you want to stop, just tell me.”

“Okay.”

Your third time gazing at Jiheon’s body has you close to death. You can’t believe how gorgeous your girlfriend is. No, you don’t care that it’s the only word you can think of right now, not when it’s the absolute truth. You stare at the gentle swell of Jiheon’s chest, her petite breasts so perfect on her body. Her tummy, so cute that you can’t help but to poke it, drawing a giggle from your love. You hold onto the skirt around her waist, your refusal to touch any part of Jiheon’s skin not unnoticed. She grabs your right hand and lifts it by the wrist to her chest. With a slight push of the back of your hand, your palm cups her right breast over her bra, a shaky breath released as the reaction to your touch. Jiheon thins her lips as she looks at your hand.

“You can touch me, you know?”

“I wasn’t sure, Heon.”

“It’s okay. You can.”

You tentatively knead Jiheon’s supple flesh, and the soft moan she releases leaves you dizzy. You never knew she could sound so sexy. Jiheon has almost never sounded sexy like that, and you thank every deity, every being that allowed you to be in the place you are right now.

“Your hand’s so warm, Jagi.”

Jiheon leans in for another slow kiss. She cradles your head once more, and you wrap and arm around her, the other still softly kneading her breast. Jiheon’s soft moans into the kiss has you weak—you can’t believe how good she sounds like that. You thank God for your discipline—a lesser man would have probably done a lot worse. Jiheon’s soft lips always feel so good, countless kisses arming you with the experience to kiss her just the way she likes you to. You gently nibble on her bottom lip, Jiheon’s whine following immediately.

You break the makeout for air that you desperately need. Any longer and you’d probably die.

A soft “Click!” almost escapes your attention. You wonder where it comes from, and when you look up, Jiheon has her hands behind her, and she draws her white bra down her arms. You hurriedly grab on to her wrists.

“Jiheon! What’re you—You don’t have to!”

“It’s okay, Jagi-yah.” Her eyes burn with determination, the same determination that she has when she puts her mind to something, the same determination as earlier. Underneath that, there is adoration for you, the same adoration that you have for her. You’re about to go crazy—there’s no way this is happening right now.

“I want to, Jagi. I want you to see me. I want to show you all of it.”

Time seems to stop. Your grip loosens. Your hands fall. There’s no dissuading your love anymore.

Jiheon draws her bra off her forearms, held close to her chest, shielding what was left of her privacy. She softly throws her bra to the right, and then she lowers her arms slowly, excruciatingly slow. She clasps her hands together as she looks to the side, not willing to even check for your reaction. Once again, her nerves are back, and you desperately want to reassure her that she looks beautiful, that she’s enough. You know for a fact that she is, and she will always be.

You stare unabashedly at Jiheon’s bare chest. You’d never thought about seeing them in the flesh like that so suddenly, but now you have. You’ve never thought much about how they’d look—you were willing to wait forever for Jiheon to be ready, and now that she’d shown you her topless body, you felt overwhelmed. Overwhelmed by everything, but most of all, overwhelmed by your love for her. She trusted you so much, loved you so much that she was willing to bare her skin for you right now. You could cry if you thought about it too much.

“Heon, look at me.” You tilt her chin up with your finger, then slide your palm to cup her cheek. “You’re… You’re gorgeous. So gorgeous.”

Pink nipples, hardened with Jiheon’s arousal, dotted atop Jiheon’s perfect breasts. You can’t tear your eyes away when you look back down, and you keep your eyes locked on the two mounds of flesh. Jiheon looks so beautiful, so fucking hot. Unblemished skin as far as your eyes can see, smooth pale white, and best of all, just for your eyes only. Her petite chest is perfect. Baek Jiheon is perfect.

Jiheon stares at you as you admire her body, and you look back up at her with so much love. You can’t believe how much you love her, how much you loved that she trusted you this much, to finally move one step beyond her comfort level. Jiheon has never been this spontaneous, this willing to step beyond her limits, and this time, she did it for you, because she wanted to show herself to you. How could you not love her even more? You hope that she gets the message you send with your eyes, and a grin slowly lifts her cheeks when she leans in for a tight hug. She pulls you in tight—you can feel her nipples poke against your skin through your shirt, and tears nearly spill from your eyes when you slowly wrap your arms around her bare back. Your touch is tentative at first, but you can’t resist hugging her tightly. Fuck whatever arousal you had before—you swore to love the girl in front of you forever. It was Baek Jiheon or nothing. Jiheon was the endgame, from now to forever.

“Jagi-yah—Jagi! What’s wrong?”

Jiheon pulls herself out of your embrace. You try to reach for her, but she hurriedly begins to wipe at your cheeks—oh, you’re crying. Fuck.

“I… I love you so much, Baek Jiheon.”

You hurriedly wipe at your eyes with your sleeves before pulling her in for another hug. This time, Jiheon wraps against you just as tightly as you cry somewhat uncontrollably—you love her, damn it! You love her!

“I love you too, Jagi-yah.”