A/N: Total smut, but, like, also somehow very sweet? I don't know...
Her place - tiny and utterly unromantic - is a far enough away from the restaurant that she expects the drive to be filled with awkward silence or the nervous chatter. Instead, Joon Pyo talks about traveling, movies about travels or where the characters are in places new to them. This is part of the general discussion they had about what places Jan Di been to and which she absolutely must visit. She is careful not to say her opinions too strongly, aware that Joon Pyo can and probably will fly her anywhere she wants to. She knows him enough by now and he likes to spoil her in a way that she can't refuse.
It is also a ploy on Joon Pyo's part to keep her from dying of awkwardness - she did offer herself to her boyfriend as a gift sans the wrapping paper and a bow.
Jan Di is shyly appreciative of this gesture, not that it helps her that much with nerves. She knows what the end result of this... this night would be, and she knows that she and Joon Pyo have taken things quite far previously. However, the ultimate act is new to her, and she can't entirely control her nerves.
(She informs him of her virgin status after a heavy make-out session one night, when she is feeling strangely sad because it's obvious that he is not. She feels his hard-on against her thigh while she is already half-naked and about to lose her panties altogether, with his hands busy, making her strain, making her love him. He makes no indications of wanting to take it any further but she blurts her secret anyway, and feels absurd when he freezes and snaps his head up to look at her. She isn't sure what to expect, but he kisses her gently and reassures her that he is more or less aware and part of his reason for taking things this slow is the recognition of her novice status.
Calmed and somehow fortified, she allows him to go down on her and when she wants to reciprocate he stops her. Still she helps him anyway, feeling very sexy. Of course, Joon Pyo is a man and his chivalry melts against their combined horniness and soon she gets to go down on him. She realizes that she doesn't have to tell him that she is a virgin, because all her 'firsts' were with him. She almost chokes and he curses, but then she finds her rhythm. She'd blush at her own clumsiness, but Joon Pyo is nearly cross-eyed by the end, so she counts this as a win.)
When they are inside her still very tiny and unromantic place and stand around awkwardly, she rethinks the whole plan again. There's just too much of everything at the moment: the expectation, the nerves, her new bra and panties set that Im Hwa gave her with much winking, and Joon Pyo's eyes on her. Her boyfriend is looking at her tenderly and a little hungrily, and Jan Di isn't sure what to do next. Joon Pyo senses this, or perhaps reads her doubts on her face, because his hands reach out to tug her closer and comb through her hair. He plucks out her hairpins and Jan Di sighs as gentle fingers rub her scalp, soothing the ache there. He kisses her forehead when stepping away, removing his own jacket and tugging her scarf off.
He trails his hand along her bare shoulders while leaning in to kiss her without demand. He hums when she deepens the kiss, and then again when her tongue runs along his bottom lip before suckling it. Kissing Joon Pyo is effortless and heady at the same time. She forgets to be nervous as his hand finds the zipper on the back of her dress, and pulls it down. Soon her gown is loosened and his mouth is on her neck, kissing and biting and stealing her breath.
"Bed..." she manages to exhale and he nods before sweeping her in his arms and walking towards her bed, turning this way and that to make sure her feet don't bump into walls.
She is speechless, grateful, and more in love than she thought possible, at this little sign of courtesy, care, love...
And his physical strength, which she is aware of, strikes her anew when he makes it to the bed, while kissing and carrying her, without losing his breath.
The room is dark and neither of them bothers with the light.
Joon Pyo's steady hands push her dress down, his mouth following to trail over her bra. Jan Di steps out of the dress when it falls, and she stands now before him in her high heels and matching set with only the moon as the source of light. (Ga Eul giggled and made all sorts of suggestive remarks when they studied it and it only stopped when Jan Di asked her what was the color of Ga Eul's set in similar circumstances)
Joon Pyo steps back and stares in a way that makes her skin prickle. There is certainly more hunger in his eyes now and he says something in a foreign tongue and she knows, she knows she got him really hot and bothered.
She smiles, feeling much more confident about this than before and helps him to unbuttons and peel his shirt off his shoulders, followed by the undershirt. She wants to undress him further, but he gets on his knees and before she can gasp a question, he leans in and runs his hands all over her body and pulling her close until he is kissing her chest all over and his teeth find a nipple through the lace of the bra, causing her to swallow a whimper. He kisses and nips and licks until her nipples are pebbles and then moves lower to kiss and nip at her panties, but leaves them on and moves his hand down until he takes her shoes off.
She is shorter now and he slowly rises up, kissing, touching, loving every bit if exposed skin and she is breathless and wants to go to the next step and doesn't know how.
They hug now that they are both upright and she rocks into his kiss, making him stumble and sit on the bed. She smiles before straddling him and urges his hands to take her bra off. Her bare skin rubs against his now and the contact is a jolt of want that makes her squirm and her panties grow damp. He exhales sharply and traces her inner thigh as he watches her face.
She nods and those wonderful fingers are inside her lacy panties, doing the things that she came to love so much, just as his mouth take a bare nipple in.
It is both familiar and not. They have done this before, but now she knows they won't be stopping and it makes everything so much more intense. His mouth and tongue are scorching fire and pricks of teeth are so electrifying that her body shudders and her everything throbs. He must feel it too, because he moans around her breast and desperately pumps the fingers inside her. She is all for getting off now, having read about first times and the inevitable pain, but Joon Pyo flips them over, dislodging his fingers and making her gasp.
His stare is pure hunger now as he drags the scrap of fabric that is her new panties down the legs and throws them behind his back.
Her foot is in his hand now and he kisses along the arch and ankle, going higher and making her realize that even her feet and knees are erogenous zones (how? how is it possible?). His mouth is on her thigh now, the soft inner part that is sensitive and covered in goosebumps, but he kisses and kneads and she is winding up again.
He kisses the dark thatch of hair at the juncture of her thighs before moving in to lick the crease where her leg meets her body. He leaves love-bites on her inner thighs and she vibrates with frustration, so he lifts a hand to drape over her. He makes a sound when he covers her entirely, and she can feel him whispering into her skin. Before she can focus on the shape of him mouth to decipher his words, Joon Pyo's fingers are back in, only there is more of them now. It's strange and wonderful, the stretch making her nerves more sensitive and Jan Di encourages him by wrapping a leg around his shoulders and purring happily.
His fingers make a senseless pattern until he finds the bud and pinches it between two fingers and rubs, and Jan Di gasps at the sudden jolt of pleasure. She mewls and rolls her hip, clenching around him to increase the friction. He hisses as he sinks his teeth into the tendon of her inner thigh and moves faster again.
He dips his head to drop the occasional nip to her thigh, her hip, her outer lips, swiping his thumb over her tingling nub. He teases until she's tense and coiled, the throbbing pressure radiating from her core, before leaning in and swiping the rough and hot tongue over her. Jan Di keens at the contact and her hips roll of their own accord, swaying closer to increase friction. Groaning in approval, Joon Pyo holds his tongue stiff so she can rock against it, seeking her pleasure, as his fingers move and move in preview of what's yet to come.
Jan Di gasps with the first intense pulse of her orgasm and Joon Pyo wraps his lips around her sensitive bud, sucking to encourage her to spill over that edge. She shudders into him until she collapses to the bed, panting. Joon Pyo swipes his tongue lazily until she pushes him with one hand. He runs wet kisses over her frame, letting her calm down, before kissing her properly.
She can feel him hard against her belly and its her turn to flip them over and shimmy down to work the buttons of his pants. He's eager to get them off and lifts his hips so she can remove his pants and underwear together. Then she's face-to-face with him, hard and nestled in a bed of wiry hair, and she remembers where tonight is supposed to go. Her bravado wilts.
"Hey," he interrupts her reverie, a hand beneath her chin to raise her eyes. "It's all right, Jan Di. We'll go as fast or as slow as you want." Jan Di looks down at him, a tense expanse of warm tan skin, mottled with an occasional mole, and into his worried dark eyes. He bites his lip and paradoxically, she relaxes as she draws confidence from the evidence of his anxiety.
Reassured, she moves up his body to kiss him and settles herself on his stomach. Joon Pyo maneuvers her so her upper half hovers over him, and she wriggles encouragingly when he simply looks at her, eyes hazy and half-lidded. He tugs her close and licks the strip of skin between her breasts, before wrapping his teeth around a nipple and biting down. While his mouth is occupied, his hands drift down her back and over the swell of her hips to cup her butt, kneading gently. Jan Di moans and begins a slow undulation against his stomach, seeking friction.
She is still sensitive from her release when she reaches down, wrapping her fingers around his length and stroking. He allows a few moments of this before stopping her, looking away shyly. "This won't last, if you keep that up," he says, so Jan Di nods and allows him to push her back into the pillows.
He dives to the side of the bed and she's clueless for a second, but he emerges with a square foil in his hand and she blushes.
"I had one on me, you know," she mumbles. "But it's in my purse."
"Good thing I am prepared," he says and at her questioning look adds, "Had them on me since that trip the the Bodies exhibit."
Somehow the memory of the trip clams her down: this is Joon Pyo. All will be fine.
He quickly puts the condom on and Jan Di remembers the bleeding part that's supposed to come, so she fumbles and drags his undershirt from the floor. All this should have killed the mood, but as it is happening to her Jan Di can only feel anticipation.
Joon Pyo settles between her thighs, hands stroking soothing circles against her stomach. He finds her mouth and kisses it, sucking her tongue, nibbling her lip, leaving her panting. His hand slides down to touch her still-sensitive nub, until her breath hitches and her thighs clench, desperate for contact. He raises his head and examines her face, gauging her readiness.
"Are you ready?" he asks in his softest voice, and Jan Di finds that she is; she tells him so with a nod and a shaky smile. Joon Pyo exhales unsteadily as he drapes himself over her, and she can feel small tremors quaking through him. He kisses her as he draws one of her legs over his hip and pressing the other into the mattress. She feels his hands as he guides himself, and when the blunt tip nudges against her entrance, she twitches her hips in tacit invitation.
His voice shakes as he speaks, holding himself as still as possible in an attempt to ease nerves.
"I... never done this with a vir-... I hear it would hurt, Jan Di. Just tell me if it's too much, ok?" he kisses her, loud and wet. "Just talk to me."
He rolls his hips forward and that part of him presses against her, and oh— it is more than two fingers, or even three. The stretch is more than she felt before and Jan Di takes measured breaths as he rocks his hips, her earlier orgasm easing the burn when he sinks into her, just the smallest bit, and pauses to allow her to adjust to the invasion.
When she nods at his probing look, calm and ready for more, he bares his teeth and sucks in two deep breaths. Then he snaps his hips and sinks in, all at once, until there's no barrier between them.
Jan Di gasps, the momentary flash of pain stealing her breath, and then she simply doesn't breathe.
She feels kisses and hears a stream of sorrysorrysorry and realizes that she closed her eyes. She looks up and sees his worried face and gentle eyes, but the rest of him is held rigidly, like the times they made out while her wrists and knees were hurt. He is holding himself still inside her and she notes that she is full of him and it is slightly uncomfortable, though far from unpleasant. The discomfort fades while he nuzzles his face into her hair, and her leg tightens around him when his arms lift her into his chest. He trembles as he kisses her, voice unsteady when he murmurs into her mouth— sorry, you're so good, you feel so good, so tight, oh fuck, so-so good, so-so right. Jan Di hides a triumphant smirk and once she has adjusted to the feel of him, she twitches her hips just to hear his breathing stutter.
Joon Pyo presses his forehead into her chest, curving his long frame over her, as he withdraws partially, hesitates a moment, and sinks back in. There's a responding pressure when he repeats the move, pulling out further on each subsequent attempt, and they sigh in blissful unison when he finds and sets their rhythm, rolling his hips against her. Joon Pyo props himself on his forearms so he can kiss her, eyes wide and intense. His mouth curves into a smile when Jan Di's head falls back and small sighs spill out, his steady pace Winding her up, within the heat pools and flows through her, tense and coiled and waiting.
"Jan Di, this is... so much... too much... Jan Di, I'm on fire," he breathes as he presses another kiss to her chest, the sheer want in his voice causing her to cry out. He ducks and seals his mouth against hers, swallowing her moans and adding a few of his own.
Now Joon Pyo moves faster, so much so, Jan Di slides up on the mattress and she squeezes her legs around him, grips his hair, his arms, anything she can use to anchor herself to him, to where they are connected. His hips maintain their steady beat when he shifts to clasp her hand and he squeezes their palms together. He kisses her again, deeply enough that she can feel his gasps.
They surge again and again, her movements are entirely instinctual, and he shifts, angling her hips so his slide is longer and she can feel every inch of it. "Joon Pyo," she manages after a time, a warning and a plea, and he nods desperately. His fingers go to where he moves in her and brush against her nub, almost roughly, but its ok and she is so-so close...
"Let it go, Jan Di," he chokes, and she closes her eyes to focus on the tension within. "Let me—ah!"
He cries out as she tightens around him, arched back and vibrating, "Harder, Joon Pyo, oh please, just- oh..." and he curls his body around her, instinctively adjusting for what she needs. He surges into her, his hips slamming against her as the friction and heat boil over, and then her body clamps tight around him. The release crashes through her, heat spreading from her core and burning through her limbs, sending her blood rushing to the tips of her toes as they curl, fingers convulsively clutching the his arms, making half-moons where her nails embed themselves.
"—yes—" he grits out as his movements lose cohesion, bordering on desperate. Joon Pyo's head drops forward with a growl as he surges into her, eyes squeezed shut. She quivers and pulses around him, milking him with her release, and Jan Di can distantly feel him swelling inside her. He shudders violently when his rhythm stutters, and cries out, short and sharp. His eyes open and find hers, her name tumbling from his lips as he thrusts one last time and orgasm finds him.
His face flushes and his lips part while he pants. Jan Di watches him come undone through the haze of her own release, immensely satisfied. She thinks distantly that he must feel the same. Aftershocks jolt through them both while their chests heave, and he makes small, shocked sounds on every third or fourth exhale. Eventually, shaking hands lower and help her straighten her legs, and when he leans over her, the trembling has passed and his breathing is close to normal.
He kisses her chastely, a stark contrast to the desperation of five minutes prior. He follows each firm kiss with a smaller one, like a signature, until they've fully returned to normal. Then he smiles and cups her face with a warm hand, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear.
"That was worth every second of waiting. Thank you for this gift," Joon Pyo's voice is thick with emotion but steady. Jan Di smiles and draws him close, holding him until her own tears pass. She eventually calms down and he withdraws himself from her carefully before collapsing at her side. He rolls to tuck her into his chest, cradling her head and shoulders. They sigh in unison—sticky, but deeply content.
"I love you," he says and she knows he means it.
"I love you, too."
A/N: I'll have one more chapter in the main story, so look for it on Sunday.