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They stared into each other's eyes for several seconds, as if time had decided to stop in that instant, until Jeongyeon wrapped her arms around her waist again. That gesture made both their gazes slowly descend, shifting from their faces to take in and appreciate the outfits, the silhouettes, and finally, the bodies that were so close to them.
Jeongyeon swallowed several times, as if she wanted to say much more than her lips could utter. “How beautiful… and yet I feel like those words fall short,” she whispered, her voice trembling, letting her hands gently slide down to Nayeon’s stomach.
The brunette looked at her silently, as if her expression were asking for permission. But she didn't look away, nor did she blink or raise her face to answer. She remained still, completely immersed in the sensation that enveloped her, in the warmth transmitted by Jeongyeon's hand resting on her stomach. Then, encouraged by that stillness, the dark-haired woman continued with utmost gentleness.
The caresses were slow, circular, so gentle they seemed almost unreal. The touch was warm, too tender. Nayeon felt her body slowly tremble, burning in a subtle and pleasurable way, as if with each touch she melted a little more. In the midst of that physical sensation, he also discovered that his heart was igniting, beating stronger, releasing a heat that spread throughout his chest.
The way Jeongyeon touched her was comforting her in a unique way, as if with that delicate movement she managed to erase the shadows from her mind. It was as if that touch brought immense tranquility to her entire body, a relief that taught her to let go of fears, pains, and worries.
“What’s wrong?” Jeongyeon asked suddenly, tilting her head with a slight smile on her lips. Her eyes remained attentive, watching as Nayeon seemed to lose herself in the experience of those soft, gentle caresses.
The brunette slowly lifted her face, still blushing, and let out a shy, almost childlike smile. “It’s the first time you’ve done this…” she whispered tenderly.
“That’s true…” Jeongyeon admitted, swallowing nervously. “Does it bother you? Do you want me to stop?” Her hand remained still on the swollen belly, but her eyes clung to Nayeon’s, fearing she might detect rejection.
Nayeon shook her head immediately, so forcefully that the gesture seemed almost rushed.
“On the contrary… keep going, it makes me feel good. So good I can hardly believe it…” she replied, her cheeks flushed and her lips curved into a warm smile.
The brunette was surprised at how light she felt, as if for the first time in a long time she could rest on someone else. That hand on her stomach seemed to have the power to banish, with a single touch, the invisible burdens she had been carrying: the aches, the fears, the thoughts that haunted her. Everything vanished in an instant.
Jeongyeon continued caressing her for a few more moments, savoring the serenity of that instant, until finally she leaned toward her. She gently brushed her cheek and placed a kiss there, brief but full of affection. Then, without letting go of her hand, she intertwined it with hers and led her toward the kitchen, where the aroma of freshly cooked food and the lasagna browning in the oven awaited them.
“I feel like there’s something different here…” the brunette observed with a touch of curiosity. “Or am I mistaken?” she commented, as they walked hand in hand. “Are those paintings and pieces of furniture new?” she asked, raising an eyebrow as she smiled.
The black-haired girl looked at her immediately. She figured it out so quickly. “I don’t think so, do I?” she laughed.
“I’m sure I haven’t seen them before.” She looked at her this time, attentively, a hint of amusement in her eyes.
Jeongyeon gave herself away with a laugh: “I’ll give you a new tour of the place soon so you can see the new things,” she smiled excitedly.
“Jeongie!” she complained immediately, gently hitting her shoulder. “We’ve already talked about this!” She looked at her seriously. “Why?”
The dark-haired girl quickly let go of her hand and took her face in her hands, silencing her lips with a kiss. “Let’s eat first, then you can scold me all you want, okay?” She looked at her and kissed her once more.
Then she pulled her to her side to get a chair, since they had already reached the table. Nayeon was silent for a moment and sat down.
Jeongyeon always manages to captivate her heart and surprise her. Her heart was still beating strongly, especially when she looked intently at the table with big, bright eyes.
"This is..." she murmured, unable to finish speaking as she watched Jeongyeon, who was already wearing oven mitts and approaching the oven to take out a baking dish containing a delicious lasagna that gave off a magnificent aroma that immediately made her salivate.
Her heart truly burst with excitement.
“Jeongie?! I can’t believe it!” she exclaimed, quickly surprised. “It’s lasagna, that’s it!” She pointed and looked at her with sparkling eyes.
Jeongyeon smiled and nodded frantically at her reaction. “Yes, and I made it myself for you. Just for you. I didn’t forget you said you liked it a lot, because your grandma always made it for you when you were little.” She proudly declared what she had done, and it had been worth it. All to see Nayeon’s eyes light up.
“Really?” she asked, looking at the lasagna and then at the dark-haired girl, while licking her lips.
Jeongyeon nodded.
“This is the most beautiful thing you could have done for me,” she smiled, unaware of the small tears running down her cheeks.
“I would do anything for you, Nayeon. I would do it because I love you with all my heart,” he confessed, approaching her. He removed his gloves, placing the baking dish on the table, and then hurried to wipe away his girl's tears.
“I love you,” he said, caressing her cheeks and then kissing them as he gazed at her adoringly.
Nayeon was completely stunned. Her chest rose and fell slowly. Her eyes threatened to burst into tears.
“You don't have to say anything now. I'll wait, remember?” he sighed softly before kissing her forehead.
After that, he returned to his place with a smile on his lips.
The brunette wanted to say so much, but her gaze said it all, and Jeongyeon read it. There was no doubt that Nayeon loved her too.
“Would you like me to serve you, my lady?” He glanced at her sideways, picking up the empty plate to serve her.
Nayeon glanced at her quickly and nodded without saying a word. Jeongyeon served her everything swiftly, and the brunette hurried to wait so they could both try it at the same time. However, when they were seated across from each other, the brunette took a large piece in her mouth and closed her eyes, savoring how incredible it was. The bite melted in her mouth. And after finishing chewing, she smiled broadly, showing her teeth. Then she looked into her eyes with a magnificent and unique sparkle.
“Really? Am I supposed to believe you did this?” she asked playfully, but the truth was she was incredulous and surprised.
Jeongyeon smiled, tilting her head. “Still don’t believe I’m capable?” She quickly acted as if she were hurt.
Nayeon laughed, covered her mouth, then took another bite. “Mmmh…” she murmured happily. "This is so delicious, I just can't believe it!" she exclaimed with her mouth full, shrugging her shoulders apologetically.
“Even I can’t believe it turned out well, although I’m not entirely sure. But despite everything, I tried. A few days ago, I took classes with a professional chef,” she finally confessed, and Nayeon’s eyes widened in surprise once again that night.
“Jeongie, what are you saying? This is so delicious, really, and there’s no doubt you’re magnificent at everything… I’m speechless every time I’m with you. This means everything to me. You mean everything to me,” she confessed, blushing.
Jeongyeon was lifted by those words. Her heart ignited, yearning even more for Nayeon. And with those words, dinner began.
It was an incredibly sweet evening, with an atmosphere that filled their hearts with a pleasant and warm feeling.
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When they finished dinner and rested for a few seconds, they both stood up from their chairs at the same time, smiles spreading across their faces.
“I feel like you’re going to scold me a lot today,” Jeongyeon said, extending her hand so they could walk together.
“That much?” Nayeon raised an eyebrow playfully.
“It would be better if you rewarded me instead of scolding me,” she pouted as they walked.
“I’ll reward you handsomely, Jeongie…” Nayeon whispered, pausing briefly before gently taking hold of Jeongyeon’s jacket and pulling her closer. She barely touched her lips to Jeongyeon’s and added, her voice trembling, “And this will only be the beginning.”
She immediately pressed her lips to hers in a firm, intense kiss that left her completely dizzy, as if the ground had vanished beneath her feet.
Jeongyeon swallowed hard and, without a second thought, ran after Nayeon when she left her behind to show her the new things she had bought.
And they weren't just objects: she had prepared several surprises for her.
After exploring the ground floor, they went upstairs together to see the bedrooms.
Nayeon didn't hide her excitement; every time she discovered something new and surprising, she sought Jeongyeon's lips to kiss them more intensely, as if her emotions couldn't be contained in words.
And the exception was no less when she opened the door to the room decorated for the baby. On the contrary: Nayeon, deeply moved, literally jumped on the dark-haired woman, wrapping her legs around her and kissing her desperately. Their lips melted together as tears of emotion streamed down her cheeks. At that moment, more than ever, I wanted to love Jeongyeon without measure.
Nayeon needs her, loves her, values her, and longs for her. Her heart burns to confess it aloud, because she feels it in every beat. She loves her… doesn't she? And she does so with an intensity greater than she herself can comprehend.
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“An hour later…”
It was already too late, and Nayeon knew it: she couldn’t let Jeongyeon go. Not now, not ever. She never would. Her face was nestled against the dark-haired woman’s neck, her legs resting on her stomach. Her entire body was pressed against hers, her arms and legs wrapped tightly around her, clinging on as if the world could vanish at any moment.
This time they weren’t just anywhere: they were in Nayeon’s new room, together in bed, so close there was barely room to breathe. Nervous, yes, but also desperate for more.
Their hearts pounded wildly, their ragged breaths mingling amidst the kisses they exchanged with such fervor. Neither remembered how they had gotten there, but both knew with certainty that what they were experiencing felt hotter, more intimate, far deeper than anything they had shared before.
Their skin burned with the same intensity as their hearts.
Jeongyeon, however, fought against her own will. With one arm, she held Nayeon firmly by her side, while her heart pounded violently in her chest. She was nervous, overwhelmed by having her so close, so on top of her. It wasn't the first time they had shared such closeness, but this time was different, utterly different. Everything was getting worse, or rather, everything was intensifying, because Nayeon hadn't stopped rewarding her: kissing her lips, her cheeks, making her feel trapped in a whirlwind of tenderness and desire. That's why Jeongyeon kept her eyes closed, trying in vain to resist the inevitable.
She wanted to be strong, to control her instincts, but she knew it was a losing battle. She desperately wanted to devour those lips that kept seeking her. And if she started, she was sure she wouldn't be able to stop.
She held back every second, fighting against herself. But Nayeon's lips on her jaw at that precise moment weren't helping at all, nor was her own hand, which trembled and rested on the brunette's thigh. When had she gotten there? And when had Jeongyeon decided to kiss her right on the jaw, grazing that spot that ignited every fiber of her being?
"Shit..." she murmured in anguished gasp, her voice breaking. It was all too much for her. "Nayeon-ah?" she gasped, frightened, licking her lips, lost between fear and desire.
"Hmm..." Nayeon hummed, completely caught up in what she was doing, without stopping, lost in the sensation of her mouth on Jeongyeon's skin, gently sucking it, almost as if she wanted to mark it.
“What… are you… doing?” the dark-haired woman asked with difficulty, swallowing hard as every fiber of her being trembled under that unexpected attention.
The air between them grew heavy, charged with electricity. It was that particular, familiar kind of energy that had been there from the very moment their eyes first met. And now, more than ever, that attraction throbbed deep within them both, demanding to be released.
Suddenly, everything accelerated. Jeongyeon felt Nayeon shift restlessly on top of her, trying to find a more comfortable position, but actually intensifying the atmosphere even further. Every touch, every pressure against her body, was making her stiff, as if something were inevitably growing inside her from the contact and the movement.
“Yes… whatever happens after this is entirely Nayeon’s fault, not mine…” Jeongyeon whispered to herself, barely audible, trying to justify herself as her will slowly crumbled. And then, she simply gave in. With her hand already resting on Nayeon’s thigh, she allowed herself to slide down, gently pressing against that warm skin. The response was immediate: the brunette looked up abruptly, her eyes shining with surprise and longing at the same time.
Their eyes met in that instant, and nothing else existed. They were too close, and if Jeongyeon hadn't been completely mesmerized by the dark hazel in Nayeon's eyes, she would have fled the bed, terrified by what she felt.
But she didn't.
Nayeon's eyes were transformed, completely black, her pupils dilated, and her mouth slightly open, releasing a sigh that sounded like a stifled moan.
And Nayeon, for her part, was also burning with desire. Her eyes were no longer straying from Jeongyeon's red lips, moist and trembling, just a breath away from her own.
With all of the brunette's desire burning within her, Jeongyeon slowly lowered the legs that Nayeon had wrapped around her body and positioned them at her sides. They both moved clumsily, grabbing and piling pillows as best they could, until they found a modicum of stability. The result was that Nayeon ended up lying in the place where Jeongyeon had been seconds before.
Nayeon then looked at her with anticipation, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her lips dry from her ragged breathing. Time seemed to fly by, but for them, everything slowed down, as if each second stretched out, giving them the chance to etch it into their skin.
The dark-haired woman gazed intently at her, seeking silent permission. With a gentle movement, she lightly pressed her body against hers, making space between her legs, carefully settling on top, never taking her eyes off Nayeon's for a single instant.
The heat between them was unbearable.
Jeongyeon closed her eyes for a moment, leaning in, letting herself be swept away by the sensation of their touch, even with their clothes still on. Her sensitive spots yearned to be freed, to meet directly, and just one more movement would be enough to lose herself in her. But even so, she stopped.
Nayeon noticed. She felt it in the way her breath caught against her face. And then she closed her eyes just as Jeongyeon's lips finally met hers.
It was a long, burning, deep kiss that seemed to go on forever. A kiss that erased all resistance. Nayeon surrendered completely, and in the midst of the intensity, her body began to respond on its own. Gently, almost without thinking, she began to move her hips against Jeongyeon, seeking more friction, more contact, more of her.
That unexpected movement made Jeongyeon pull away abruptly, surprised by how Nayeon was also losing control, so desperate to get even closer.
“Am I hurting you?” she asked, now worried, trying to push away and lift herself up slightly with her other hand.
“Yes!” she cried out, stunned.
“Huh?” she exclaimed in alarm. “I’m sorry, did you pull away?” she blurted out, embarrassingly foolish and hot.
Nayeon opened her eyes, because that wasn’t what she was going to say. She quickly met Jeongyeon's gaze, who stared at her, deeply frightened, and shook her head frantically in response.
"No, I'm sorry, no!" Nayeon blurted out, feeling Jeongyeon's erection even more intensely against her.
"No?" she asked, confused, biting her own lip.
"Why are you stopping?" Nayeon asked, her face completely red.
"Did you say if I was hurting you, beautiful, or not?" she whispered softly, almost tearfully.
The brunette let out a snort as she shook her head. "God, no!" she pulled her closer. "Jeongyeon-ah..." she bit her lip to stifle her moan. "Please," she closed her eyes.
Then Jeongyeon let out a silly, almost nervous laugh and sought Nayeon's lips again. The encounter was immediate: they shared a passionate, tender, and lingering kiss, a kiss they had waited for far too long, a kiss that perfectly conveyed the love they felt for each other.
The wet sound of their lips colliding echoed in the room, amplifying the heat that enveloped them and awakening in both of them a wild, overwhelming sensation.
Jeongyeon didn't want to stop. Every fiber of her being begged her to continue, to go deeper, to lose herself in her. But she knew she had to be sure of what they were doing. Even though Nayeon had already told her not to stop, she needed to hear it again, from her lips, with that conviction that would make her surrender completely.
Because, in the state they were in, everything was difficult to process. Her breaths were ragged, her heart pounding, the heat scorching… If she kept going, she was sure she wouldn't be able to stop. And she didn't just want the moment; she wanted Nayeon in every sense: her love, her heart, her skin, her body, her soul.
When their lips finally parted, it wasn't out of desire, but because they both needed air.
Their breasts rose and fell desperately, as if they had just finished a run. It was then that Jeongyeon leaned close to her ear, her voice husky and trembling, and whispered something that made Nayeon stiffen instantly.
“Will you let me love you tonight? Let me surrender to you…” she whispered, waiting for her answer as she took her earlobe between her lips, making her tremble.
The silence lasted much longer than the dark-haired woman would have liked. Then her thoughts quickly consumed her and forced her to back away slightly. She was about to flee when Nayeon pulled her close.
An excitement and restless anticipation filled her heart as she gazed into Jeongyeon’s rapidly darkening eyes.
The need to get even closer, to touch her and feel the warmth of her body against hers began to overwhelm her senses.
“Jeongyeon! I mean it… don’t go,” Nayeon pleaded in a trembling whisper, just as she was about to stand up.
“Not go?” Jeongyeon raised her eyebrows and looked at her tenderly, her eyes filled with adoration.
“No. We…” she gasped, her voice cracking in her throat.
“What?” Jeongyeon asked, leaning in to kiss her cheek first, then her shoulder, with a tenderness that made her shudder.
Nayeon couldn’t believe what she was doing, so she cupped the dark-haired woman’s face in her hands, forcing her to look at her directly.
We couldn't blame Jeongyeon. She wanted to stop, but having Nayeon beneath her, skin so close, was delicious torture. The brunette looked so sensual and yet so adorable, it drove her wild. She wanted to kiss her all over, leave her breathless, and mark her, as if she could write on her body what she felt.
Her fair, milky skin was so soft and sweet that it made her dizzy in an inexplicable way.
"Yes... we can," Nayeon whispered between gasps, letting out a low sound that sent shivers down Jeongyeon's spine. "I want to give myself to you..." she finished, licking her lips nervously and with desire.
After hearing that, the dark-haired girl couldn't help but smile broadly.
"Really?" she asked, a lump forming in her throat, swallowing hard. "You have no doubts? Aren't you afraid... of anything?"
"It's not fear," Nayeon replied after a moment of hesitation. "I just... want it now. I need you right now."
The confession made her blush even more, and the contrast between her flushed cheeks and pale skin was so striking, so beautiful, that Jeongyeon felt like she was melting.
Determined, the dark-haired woman took just a step back to admire her, as if she needed to etch that image into her memory. Then she got off the bed with slow movements and began to remove her jacket and pants, carefully placing them to one side.
She leaned toward her again, placing a soft kiss on her cheek, moving down to her jaw and then to her neck, where she left a trail of sweet and fiery kisses across her skin.
Nayeon, however, stopped her for a moment, cupping her face in her hands. When she managed to hold it, she claimed her mouth. Her lips were warm and sweet, a perfect refuge. Hesitant at first, she returned the kisses gently, until the contact became firmer. Truly, feeling Jeongyeon's full lips brush against hers was paradise.
Jeongyeon seemed to do it effortlessly: her lips and hands moved in perfect unison, slow and steady. Soon she regained control. Her fingers traced Nayeon's skin, while her teeth deftly tugged at the fabric and straps of the white dress, causing it to slowly slip off her body.
With firm, eager hands, she slowly lowered Nayeon's bra, revealing her pink, erect breasts—beautiful and delicate.
She needed to feel every inch of Nayeon, to taste her, to discover her, to make her hers in every sense.
She desperately needed to run her lips along her neck, her nipples, her hips, her ribs, her spine, and her stomach, exploring every part of her body again and again, needing to make sure she was safe and closer.
In recent days, this unresolved sexual tension had been a constant presence between them, driving them both wild with its intensity and electricity.
Today, all of that would vanish like foam.
With slow, deliberate movements, Nayeon, sweat dripping down her flushed cheeks, begins to rub against that rock-hard erection, smiling with satisfaction at its loud hisses and soft curses. But the joke is on Nayeon because feeling it so hot, hard, and ready just for her as it writhes against her makes her desperately need it inside her, now.
She whispers this to Jeongyeon between soft moans, holding her firmly. Jeongyeon, in response, pulls her head away from where she was reverently kissing and sucking her nipples and shoulders. For a moment, they both remain still, gazing into each other's eyes, communicating with their gaze all their desire, passion, and love; all that no words could describe.
Not when it comes to them.
Nayeon buries her hands in Jeongyeon's soft hair again, tugging at it from time to time, savoring the soft moans that escape the dark-haired woman. The sensation of Jeongyeon's hand rediscovering her body, its warm hardness against hers, and that intoxicating scent that enveloped her, making her feel safe and at peace, yet incredibly aroused... all of it coursed through her body in a delicious tremor of intense and exquisite sensations.
Jeongyeon was perfect for her in every way. Their bodies complemented each other so well that it seemed they had been designed to fit together. Even the way they physically came together was perfect. Jeongyeon looked so damn sexy in that top and those boxers that Nayeon couldn't help but moan louder every time she touched her, every time she felt her so close.
Her heart pounded wildly, and in a warm, trembling whisper, close to Jeongyeon's ear, she told her what she desired most: "Make me yours, Jeongie."
Without interrupting her frenzied, sweet kisses on her nipples and neck, she immediately pulled away, her eyes wide with surprise, and removed her dress completely.
Gently pulling it down from the bottom, she let it fall onto the edge of the bed. Jeongyeon gazed at her again from there, licking her lips, feeling even harder and more aroused, if that were possible.
That perfect body was finally naked before her, her heart could no longer contain so much love.
"So fucking perfect..." she said softly, mesmerized. She swallowed hard and, taking advantage of this, also let her last garment fall, becoming completely naked like Nayeon, and lowered her gaze.
Nayeon seemed very vulnerable, but too excited and needy to stop. Jeongyeon lowered her lips, kissing several moles on her legs. Those moles she had once said she was going to try and discover.
Reaching the top again, he positioned himself between her legs once more, without letting his body fall completely, as Nayeon let out a soft gasp.
Wrapping his arms around the back of her neck, he let Jeongyeon kiss her neck and collarbone delicately before returning to her lips.
He looked into her eyes with a special sparkle, smiled lovingly, and kissed her lips tenderly.
Then he slid inside her, penetrating her center, finally, gently and deliciously. He continued kissing her and silenced her moans. He was gentle. He wasn't rough or aggressive at all. He entered slowly and easily. He pulled back slightly to make sure she was safe. He didn't take his eyes off her face and paid attention to her expressions as he continued sliding inside her with slow, steady movements.
Nayeon struggled to keep her eyes open and looked at her too, biting her lip, feeling Jeongyeon gaze at her and make her hers in such a sweet way that it broke her heart.
"So precious, my love..." she whispered, kissing her nose gently and then her jaw. "I love you, Nayeon-ah," she slid her hands down her stomach to her back, pulling her closer.
The brunette parted her lips and let out a soft moan. "Ahm... Jeong, faster, don't stop," she murmured hesitantly, watching her intently.
Jeongyeon looked into her eyes as well. "Are you sure, Nayeonie? I don't want to hurt you."
Then Nayeon tangled her fingers in her hair and breathlessly pleaded, "Please."
At that, Jeongyeon sighed, and the thrusts began to quicken and intensify. However, she always made sure to keep Nayeon safe. Her mind was completely conscious. She was only thinking about keeping them safe and enjoying the moment.
A moment she would crave with all her heart, always. There was never any pain, only pleasure, which only intensified. Now, not only could the brunette's moans be heard, but Jeongyeon's as well.
Nayeon let him push her to the edge. To hell with her thoughts and fears. She'd clear them up later.
"Oh, Nayeon-ah, fuck!" he moaned in the most exciting way, which made Nayeon wrap her legs around his waist, pressing herself closer to him.
"Mmh, ah!" she moaned as she felt him deeper inside her.
Nayeon began to feel a spasm in her body. Jeongyeon also trembled as she kissed her lips.
Clinging tighter to her back, as if afraid of falling, the dark-haired woman withdrew from her and then gently entered her again, melting inside her until they both reached their climax. A shared cry filled the room, and, exhausted, they collapsed.