I am willing To forfeit everything To feel your skin On mine again.
“Life is supposed to be shared, my lord,” you spoke to Hyunjin as he was scribbling something in his little notebook on the kitchen table, “Invite your lady for a conversation about your daily affairs and your business. In return, ask her how her day was, and do not settle for ‘Fine’ as an answer.”
You had asked Jaehyun to borrow the kitchen that afternoon so that you could cook some of Hyunjin’s favorites for him. When Hyunjin saw what you were doing, he brought out a handsome bottle of wine from the cellar and suggested having dinner out in the garden. He asked if he could watch you cook, and you agreed.
“Inquire. Make it clear you’re actually interested in the mundane details of her life and that they are not at all mundane to you. Help her, when you can, with her wifely duties. It doesn’t make you any less of a man.”
“How so?”
“Join her in the kitchen, for example,” you playfully smiled and offered him a copper ladle, “Walk her through your day while preparing a meal together.”
“Hang on one second,” he ran through the door that led to the garden and disappeared into the lush greens.
When he came back about ten minutes later, he was holding a bouquet of daisies in his hand that looked like they were freshly picked. He put them in a bottle to serve as a vase and placed it on the dinner table to serve as a centerpiece. Then he took a singular daisy from the bunch and attached it to your hair.
“For you, darling.”
It was such a simple gesture, but the impact it had on you… Your heart didn’t flutter; it freaking combusted in your chest.
“So, how was your day today?”
“Good, I’d say,” Hyunjin grabbed the ladle from you and started stirring the soup, “Preparatory school started today.”
“And what is that exactly?”
“It’s a small program of study you complete before transitioning into college,” he explained, “Father doesn’t want me to continue higher learning, but I’m taking them anyway.”
“That’s quite interesting,” you were genuinely intrigued by his news, “What are you studying?”
“A survey of world literature.”
“Of course, I should have known,” you burst into heartfelt laughter, “Here, try this.”
You offered him a piece of seasoned mussels you prepared as an appetizer, and his lips touched your fingers while trying to eat it from your hands. It was mussels for fuck’s sake, probably the least sexy food to ever exist, but you felt an intense surge of arousal coursing through your body when he refused to break eye contact with you. As if he was doing it… on purpose.
“This is exquisite,” he finally uttered with a smirk on his face.
It could be either because you used the best ingredients money could buy or because you prepared this table with Hyunjin, but you had the best dinner of your life, talking about this and that, getting tipsy together, and losing the sense of all reality in the meantime. For a second there, it really felt like he was your husband and you were just having dinner after a long, hard day.
What was scarier was the fact that this thought didn’t bother you at all.
“So sharing drinks with my lady is important too, huh?”
“Very much so. It’s one of those things that puts you on equal ground. A sign of mutual respect, if you ask me,” you uttered while carrying the empty plates back to the kitchen, “But it’s not the act of drinking itself. It’s the conversation you share over it that makes it taste so sweet.”
You placed everything in the sink and were about to start doing the dishes when Jaehyun basically chased you away from the kitchen, saying it was outrageous that you would even consider doing it. After a lot of bickering, you raised the white flag and agreed to retreat to your chambers while Hyunjin watched the whole thing in a laughter fit. As you were passing by his room, Hyunjin tugged on the hem of your sleeve to stop you.
“Would it be okay if…”
You looked at his face with an encouraging nod. That combined with the liquid courage he downed glass after glass in the garden with you helped him spill the beans much more easily this time around.
“...if we slept in our bed again?”
“You want to spend the night with me?”
He nodded in response with his eyes on the marble floor as if he were scared to look you in the eye. The rational part of you wanted to refuse since you clearly remembered how much the feeling of longing lingered when he left the next day. On the other hand, the extremely irrational part of you loudly yelled, Well, this is still part of his learning, and you readily accepted it as your excuse.
“Of course,” you smiled at him, “Please bring your nightwear.”
He beamed at you so brightly and dashed into his room to gather his belongings. Shortly after, there he was again. Alone with you in the privacy of four walls.
“What scents do you fancy, my lord?” you asked him as you were walking into the room, which seemed to confuse him a bit.
“Why all of a sudden?”
You reached the edge of the bed as you peeled your cardigan off of you, and placed it on the bench.
“A man and his lady should freshen up for each other before they lay together,” you took two steps towards him, “This is the difference between sleeping next to each other and sleeping together.”
Besides that stolen moment in the bathhouse, and well… your legs a couple of days ago, Hyunjin had never caught a glimpse of your naked skin before. Now both your shoulders were out in the open, begging to be kissed by him, and it took an insane amount of willpower for him to look away as he answered.
“V-Vanilla,” he loudly cleared his throat, “I also enjoy the scent of flowers.”
“Delicate taste of a fine man,” you knowingly smiled at him, “You can change behind the screen. Then come to the lavatory.”
You changed into your nightgown in there and let Hyunjin in once you were done. White looked so good on him. He was in simple nightwear but he still looked ethereal like an angel.
After going through a simple night care routine of brushing your teeth and hair as well as putting on lotion, you brought out a little box from a cabinet and took something that looked like a miniature glass bottle.
“How is this?” you let him smell the essence from the vial.
“Powdery,” Hyunjin observed, “I like it very much.”
“And this is sandalwood,” you brought another vial under his nostrils, “Do you like it?”
“Smells very fresh.”
“It does. Complements your skin very nicely if I might add,” you trickled a couple of drops on his wrist, and the powdery scent on yours, “Now we’re going to rub our wrists together and smear them behind our ears.”
Once you were done, you put the box away and started making your way towards the bed, but that ten-step distance seemed kilometers long to you. Your throat was dry, and you were trying really hard to calm down your heartbeat for fear that Hyunjin could hear it when he lay down next to you.
“Any bedroom sermon I need to know?” he jokingly asked after getting into bed, and you reciprocated his smile.
“Once you lay, don’t forget to shower your lady with love,” you placed your arm under your head while turning to your side, “Kiss her. Embrace her. Don’t go to sleep before telling each other you love each other. A woman in love is the best asset a man can have.”
“You know, I noticed there seems to be a lot of things a man should do,” Hyunjin pointed out, “Shouldn’t a lady do the same things you tell me?
“Fret not. Once you do them, she also will,” you chuckled, “And do iterate you are grateful for each other.”
“How so?”
“Like this,” you proceeded with your demonstration, “I am very grateful to have you in my life, my treasure. You make me appreciate life more. You make me really happy.”
You tried to pass it as if you were saying a bunch of generic lines, thinking Hyunjin didn’t need to know that these were your genuine feelings. The change in his expression, however, didn’t seem like you were very successful in pretending. Because you said it. You said it for real this time. He didn’t imagine it; he heard you say it. You called him the one thing you were calling him in his dreams night after night, and hearing it spill from your lips with that much affection felt like a gut punch for Hyunjin in the best sense of the word.
“Now you try,” you attempted to send away the silence trying to lay between you two.
“I am very grateful to have you. In my life. In this bed. Right next to me,” he reached out to hold your hand, “I came to notice the little things in life thanks to your existence, and it makes me very happy. You make me want to better myself for you.”
He wanted to crown the beautiful words that moved you to tears with a kiss, but you stopped him at the last second.
“My lord…”
“Please, darling,” he quietly pleaded, “I want to kiss my wife.”
You let him. You had no choice but to let him. The way he was still a little clumsy with it made you smile into his kiss. Taking courage from you, he smiled back. The way he looked into your eyes that lovingly pierced through your soul, and you had to do your utmost best to stop yourself from crying.
“Is it possible to fall for your spouse after you get married?” he asked while playing with your hair.
“By all means. Love does not have an expiration date, my lord.”
“Please call me by my name,” he appealed, “At least here. In our bed.”
“Love does not have an expiration date, Hyunjin,” you emphatically uttered his name with a smile. He smiled back and kissed your hand.
“I love you, darling.”
You felt like you were falling from a fifty-story building when he said that, knowing damn well that this meant nothing. You quite literally just told him not to go to sleep before telling his lady that he loved her, and he was simply exercising it. There was no meaning behind it. There couldn’t have been. There shouldn’t have been.
Then why did your insides twist and turn when he uttered those three cursed words while looking at you like that?
“I love you, too,” you attempted to say as nonchalantly as you could.
He kissed you again, but the shade of it was quite different this time. The first one was loving. Tender. The next one felt eager. Passionate. Like a magnet pulling you in. As your kiss was deepening, you started touching each other under the covers until Hyunjin abruptly stopped himself.
“Are there… any other ways that I can… I can please my lady without… without…”
“Trespassing?” you cocked a brow, somewhat endeared by the way he put it.
He enthusiastically nodded while still panting, his hands still on your face. You placed a tiny kiss on the tip of his nose before answering.
“Yes, there is.”
“Then teach me,” he eagerly propped up on his elbows.
I shouldn’t have drunk that much tonight, you thought to yourself for there was a huge blank space where your willpower should have been. You found it impossible to say no to Hyunjin.
“I think I should show you something else first,” you guided him to lie on his back. He was keenly watching your every move with curious eyes, anticipating what you were going to do next.
You lifted his top just enough to reveal his chiseled abdomen and started placing little kisses on him. Then you started making your way down. And down. And down. The thin layer of linen covering his body was making his growing bulge much more prominent. He might as well have been fully naked under you since it left very little to the imagination when his cock twitched every time you kissed him. You kissed him over his nightwear bottoms first. Then over his undergarments once you got rid of them. Then directly his skin once you got him completely bare for you from the waist down. Beautiful. Beautiful. He was so freaking beautiful that this should have been considered a fucking crime.
“If you feel like it, it’s okay to use profanities,” you encouraged him, “Your lady would actually appreciate that.”
“W-Why?”
“It’s a sign of extreme arousal,” you made yourself comfortable between his legs, “It means you are so overcome with your desire for her that you are willing to cast all your manners aside and become as primitive as you can be.”
“But I–I can’t.”
“Trust me, you are going to.”
You wrapped your hand around his delicious girth and guided him into your mouth as if you were a marionette controlled by someone else. You were acting on pure instinct with no shred of rationality to be found in a single bone of yours. The moment his cock met the excessive wetness of your mouth, he jerked in his place and sharply inhaled due to intense pleasure.
“Oh, jesus fucking CHRIST, what are you doing to me?!”
“I’m loving you,” you placed his hands on your head to have him guide you, “I’m loving you to death. Control me.”
He could cum to this. He could die to this. Nothing ever felt this consuming, not even what you did to him a couple of days ago in this very bad. Losing all control he had, Hyunjin felt himself spiraling and started to slowly grind against you while moving your head to the same rhythm. The deeper you took him and the wetter you got him, the louder, the more guttural, and the more frequently he moaned under you. It took less than two minutes until he erupted into your mouth, squirting string after string of his cum down your throat.
“Better than your dreams, isn’t it?” you wiped your mouth with a grin on your face, “Nothing compares to the real thing.”
“Teach me how to do this for you.”
“Maybe some other t—”
“No,” he swiftly sat up in his place and held your face between his hands, “Teach me. Right now. I’m willing to do anything.”
Something was burning in his eyes, and it was impossible to go unnoticed. It was a magnificent thing to witness, seeing him transform into a man made of pure desire right before your eyes, but you knew you needed to put it out. Before…
Before anyone got hurt.
“Hyunjin, don—”
“I want to be able to get you to give in to me,” he held your face between his hands, “Comfortably. I want you to feel safe when you do so.”
“You mean, your lady.”
It was only at that moment he noticed the true object of his sentences. It wasn’t the realization that he might be making assumptions about you that embarrassed him, but rather…
It was the discovery of the true object of his affection.
“Yes. My lady,” he gulped and briefly averted his eyes from you, “So teach me.”
You are asking for it, you thought to yourself, It’s beyond my control at this point. You are fucking asking for it!
“Fine,” you complied with his request and lay down next to him. Hyunjin, on the other hand, was simply ecstatic to witness what was about to unfold.
“This is an art, if I may say so. Not many men are skilled at it,” you informed him with a soft voice, “But if you can master this, you will basically own her soul.”
“Own her soul?” he raised his brows, utterly amazed, “Is this better than…? Well, you know.”
“It depends on the person, but I personally think it’s the best thing,” you answered his question, “It’s important to take your time, but don’t hesitate to get sloppy if you feel like it. This is the only kind of eating where all manners should go out the window.”
You slowly slid your undergarments down your legs and spread your legs for him. Hyunjin gulped very thickly as he watched you and slithered between your legs. The sight itself was so damn overwhelming that it led him to contort his face in absolute delight.
“It’s… It’s so pretty,” he ghosted his hand over your folds, slick with arousal.
You watched him watch you in utter fascination for a moment. Then you watched your own hand reach out to his head and slowly undo the silk ribbon tying his even silkier hair in a half ponytail. It fell down to his shoulders like a crystal clear waterfall. He turned to his side and kissed the hand that set him free.
“This is where I’m most sensitive,” you brushed your thumb on your clit and then ran your fingers through his hair, “You know how you would lick a soft ice cream cone on a hot day to soothe your insides? Lick it just like that.”
Hyunjin felt like he was about to sit for the ultimate test, a rite of passage to manhood so to speak. If he managed to induce in you the intense feeling you just induced in him, if he could prove that he was indeed able to satisfy you, that would maybe change something in you.
And you would stop deflecting things maybe.
He licked a long drag from your entrance up to your clit, smearing your arousal everywhere, and started giving little kitten licks on it first. You were quietly moaning, but moaning nevertheless. It had to be a good sign.
Soft ice cream on a hot day.
A need. There needed to be a need. A desperate one to satisfy a fundamental urge. To relieve yourself.
Ice. Cream. Ice but as a cream.
He closed his plush lips on your clit and started gently sucking on it, and you let out a sharp moan upon the contact.
“Do you like the way I do it?”
Did you like the way he did it? Did you? You gave him one instruction and he was following it to a T like a teacher’s pet. And the fact that he was acing it already? Being nothing less than a star student? This willing to please? This eagerly?
“You’re… You’re fucking amazing, just… How?!”
Hyunjin was so damn proud of the reaction he was able to elicit from you. Even more so that he got you to curse like that. It’s a sign of extreme arousal, you had told him. So he was arousing you. Extremely. Until your eyes rolled back.
“So beautiful,” he pecked your pussy, “So pretty. I will always stay this hungry for you, I promise.”
He switched to licking your clit again, this time swirling his tongue around it. With need. So much need. It was like he was trying to please himself rather than pleasing you. With each circle he drew on you, you were dripping more and more, staining Hyunjin’s chin as well as the sheets under you.
“Like that. Right–right there!” you spread your pussy lips further to give him more access to your clit, “Kiss me. Suck on me until my taste becomes more intense in your mouth.”
Maybe he didn’t need further instructions. Maybe you were going to cum violently to those huge puppy eyes anyway. Maybe he needed to fucking cut it off before you married his fucking pretty face off or something.
“Keep cursing at me,” he whispered against your folds, “It does things to me. God, keep doing it!”
You were so overwhelmed with arousal that you were riding his face by then. Just looking at his perfect lips wrapped around you, kissing you, sucking on you, it was enough to drive you insane. Clinically.
“Fuck, Hyunjin,” you pressed his face deeper into you, “Oh, fuck, fuck, FUCK, RIGHT THERE!!!”
He was losing himself between your legs, eyes closed, kissing you deeply just like he was kissing your lips, hands wrapped around your thighs and squeezing them every once in a while. He was mumbling inaudible things into your soaked cunt and it made you tingle harder.
“I love your skin. I love your scent. I love your taste,” he placed a kiss on your pussy after every sentence like a full stop, “I love you, darling. I love your everything.”
You were dying in his mouth. This was nothing less than a crime of passion, hot-blooded murder solely aimed at ripping your soul out of you.
“You should moan like that for me every night. You should let me love you until you forget who you are,” he wiped his mouth on your thighs, “You should ask me to love you whenever you crave me. I’ll come rushing.”
You were on the ledge, looking down at the cliff you were about to jump into. All you needed was the gentlest push, and he was going to crush you into pieces.
“I’m addicted to you, darling,” he whispered and closed his mouth on your pussy completely.
“Hyunjin!!!”
You violently thrashed under him as your back arched, and he watched you cum like he was witnessing a miracle. He kept kissing your body everywhere until you were able to breathe normally again.
“I want to do it one more time.”
“Y–You don’t have t—”
“I want to,” he insisted, “Again. Please.”
You caved. Who were you to say no to this absolute young god between your legs, desperately after gratifying you once again? Who the fuck were you to deny him permission to pleasure you out of your mind? You let him. You let him glide his tongue on your clit with more precision this time. You let him spell his name on your slick folds like he was signing a forever-binding contract with no way out. You let him play jump rope with your sanity, switching between reality and afterlife however the fuck he pleased. You watched him taste you like he was starving, but savoring every drop like there would be no more servings. You listened to him whisper sweet nothings into you again. You tugged on his soft hair as you were climbing towards your climax again. You came into his mouth as he slurped on you again.
“Again.”
“Hyunjin, I’m– I can’t handl— PLEASE!”
“No, you can. You can,” he wiped his mouth drenched in your cum and tasted you on his fingers, “Say yes. I’m learning here. Say yes to me.”
“Yes,” you grabbed him by his collar and pulled him to your face, “Yes, my treasure.”
Tasting yourself on his tongue had to be the most sensual thing you had ever experienced. It was the passion he was kissing you with that got you so dizzy. The way he touched you, felt you on his fingertips, the way he inhaled your scent and exhaled on your skin, his breath condensing on you like a layer of morning dew…
You were completely drunk on him.
As he was kissing your soul out of you, his hand slithered down to caress your drenched folds, and his fingers were so long that he accidentally stimulated your entrance, causing you to jolt in abrupt pleasure.
“Ah, fuck!”
Hyunjin didn’t expect that at all. It felt like he somehow discovered some uncharted territory.
“Do you… like it?”
You had no idea why you suddenly became so embarrassed considering what he was doing to you for the past hour or so. You silently nodded, hoping he would think the flush on your cheeks was because of arousal rather than bashfulness.
“Is it… Is it okay if—?”
He gently prodded your soaking-wet entrance to ask for permission. You got scared for a second there. If he was able to fly you out of your body with his tongue alone, who the fuck knew what he would do to you if he fingered you at the same time?
“Please?” he kept saying in between his kisses, “Can I please? Please?”
Oh, he knew. He knew you had lost your ability to say no to him when he relentlessly begged for something with those huge eyes. You finally gave in and nodded, and Hyunjin’s excitement hit through the roof.
“Which one?” he showed his fingers to you.
“The middle and ring,” you responded, trying not to die out of mortification.
As he smoothly slipped his fingers inside, he could hear the wet sounds coming from your pussy, and if you thought you were overwhelmed, you could only guess what Hyunjin was feeling.
“Is this okay?” he examined your face to check how he was doing.
“Don’t rush,” you guided him with the minuscule amount of mental faculties you had intact, “Move your fingers in and out. Slowly.”
He did exactly as he was instructed, admiring your pussy and relishing your sounds of pleasure as he kept stimulating you. You were so swollen inside. If you were this tight just around his fingers, who knew how you would feel around his fully hard cock? Would you moan louder? Would you speak obscenities for how overcome you were with desire? Just thinking about how you would struggle to take all of him him forced his salivary glands to work at full capacity.
“Hook them upwards,” you brushed his hair away to see his face better, “Pretend you’re gesturing me to come closer. There is a spongy texture inside me. Find it.”
It couldn’t get any more erotic than this. Hyunjin was listening to every word you uttered so seriously like you were giving him homework, and immediately putting it into practice as if he was trying to prove something to you.
Give me attention. Tell me what a good job I’m doing. Say how good I’m making you feel. Say it.
While he was busying himself with his quest, all of a sudden you were hit with the realization that you were letting Hyunjin fuck you. He was only using his fingers but he was fucking you nevertheless. When you clenched hard like that, it finally allowed him to spot his target.
“There!” you sat up on your elbows to watch him closely, “Right there! Now focus on it.”
He was scrutinizing every single change in your expression, studying what was making you pant that hard. When he started fingering you a measure faster, you clenched around him. You moaned louder. Your eyes rolled back.
“Do you like this?”
“Oh, I love this! I love the way you pleasure me,” you uttered in an ecstatic voice, “More. Give me more.”
This wasn’t a dream this time around. You said more, and he knew he could give you more. You had drawn the exact path he needed to walk on so that he could crumble you into dust, and he was struck with a terrific idea on how to end this.
“Hyunjin…”
“Say you love me.”
“Hyunjin…”
“Say you love me, darling.”
“I love you,” you tugged on his hair, “I fucking love you. PLEASE!!!”
Oh, the way you said it… A desperate plea asking for mercy. And you meant it. He felt it in his bones that you meant it.
“I love you more, darling.”
He closed his mouth on your pussy and started lapping at your clit so fast that there was no way you could prepare yourself for your doom.
“Hyunjin!!!”
Even when you arched into him, even when you came all over his fingers, even when you collapsed on the bed contracting around him, Hyunjin didn’t stop and kept going with his frantic ministrations. You thought you could endure it, but you became so overstimulated that you were on the brink of sobbing, asking him to stop over and over again, but secretly wishing he never would. When he noticed the change in your reactions, something unfamiliar awakened in him.
He found the idea of you crying extremely arousing in some perverse way. You begging him to stop but only because it was too much pleasure than you could handle?
No pleasure was too much when it came to you.
“Again.”
“Please, I’m begging you,” you wiped the tears out of your eyes as he wiped your cum off his lips, “No more. I really can’t take it.”
He was partly disappointed that he didn’t get to do it again, but he was so content nevertheless. You were glowing because of him, and it was a fascinating thing to witness.
“I can get used to this,” he kissed your lips, “I can do this for you every night before you fall asleep in my arms.”
Your wits snapped back to your brain once he uttered that sentence.
“If you do, you’ll have the happiest marriage in the history of everything,” you played dumb like you didn’t understand exactly what he meant. Hyunjin pulled you into his arms and kissed your hair before drifting off to sleep.
“I love you, my night sky.”
You felt something tingle in your chest as if something sizzling hot splashed on it, but this time, you chose not to dwell on the pain and let yourself be soothed in the comfort of his embrace instead.
“I love you, too, my moon,” you sunk deeper into his chest.
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