. . . cw ; jing yuan x afab reader, gender/body dysphoria, post-smut, slice of life, unfinished drabble
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You’ve managed yourself quite well during your first time with Jing Yuan. This was something you’d been wanting- desiring- for so long that you knew how to navigate through the pulses. Knew how to redirect his hands when they were between your legs a little too long, knew how to shift your hips so you could ignore the discomfort and focus on the pleasure. Small things that, for the most part, didn’t warrant a second glance.
But when it was all over, heaving breathes and sweaty skin, it was a little harder. Jing Yuan was loving of course, pressing kisses on your skin and his hands making smoothing motions on your hips.
But then he started to pull out- because it was over now, and that’s what you normally do. Yet your breath hitches, hand darting to grab Jing Yuan’s arm. That’s enough to make him stop entirely, which you’re grateful for.
“Please… wait,” you swallow, feeling all kinds of fresh vulnerability and insecurity despite just having sex with this man. This is different. “Please don’t move.”
“Alright,” easily, Jing Yuan agrees. His golden eyes carefully sweeping across your body, analyzing you as his voice goes soft. “Can I touch you?” His hands previously on your hips begin to move away, but you’re quick to grab them.
“Mm,” you nod, leading the comforting warmth of his palms up your torso. “Up here. Please.”
Jing Yuan smiles, slowly leaning down and careful not to move his hips to much as he does. “May I kiss you?” He asks next, hands already busy distracting you with the invisible patterns of comfort they trace along your skin. You can’t help but let out an amused puff of air, eyebrows furrowed. Tilting your head up to meet him halfway and sink into his kiss.
“Of course,” you murmur against his lips at some point. You’ve just laid together, after all, and a kiss is completely reasonable considering everywhere else your mouths have been on each other’s bodies. Yet you still appreciate the question all the same.
Jing Yuan continues on like this, touching you and kissing you for several minutes as your body starts to relax. Despite not knowing what’s going on in your head completely, Jing Yuan is a smart man and he seems to know just what to do.
Knows exactly when you’re distracted enough that he can slowly slip out of you, and this time it doesn’t ring alarm bells in your head. You still grunt against his mouth all the same, soreness and that same discomfort you can never describe in pulsing from between your legs. But it’s not as bad.
“I’m going to go get us some water,” Jing Yuan says quiet against your cheek. “And a towel.” You huff but kiss the side of his nose and let him leave the bed anyway. You are quite thirsty, and focusing on that rather than everything else is good. In the time you wait for him to come back, you sit up and spread your legs on the bed, tilting your hips to find the most comfortable way to sit where you can’t feel your sex and your clit as much as possible. Despite the pleasure being shoved into you minutes prior, you can’t help but sigh and feel the agitation burning in your chest.
You wish you didn’t feel these things. While it doesn’t ruin the experience of being with somebody, it certainly isn’t something that you enjoy.
When Jing Yuan returns, he’s careful as he shuffles back on the bed, as if aware of your situation and not wanting to interrupt your position. He hands you the water first, which you take greedy gulps of.
It’s only when you’re halfway through the glass that you stop, eyes wide.
“I’m sorry,” you hold the glass toward him. “Did you have any?”
Jing Yuan’s eyes crinkle when he smile, an amused kind of love in them that makes your heart pound. His hand meets your wrist and pushes the glass back toward you. “I did when I was getting you a glass. Go ahead, it’s all yours.”
You hum your thanks quietly as you drink the rest, and then your eyes move down to the rag and your lips purse.
“I usually take it upon myself to clean up my partner after everything,” Jing Yuan starts. He meets your eye. “Would you rather do it yourself?”
This man. You hate how perceptive he is, but love it as well. “I’ll do it,” you sigh, handing him the empty glass when he gestures for it. “Thank you. I’m just going to wait a minute. Is there anything I can do for you?”
Stretching languidly across the mattress to put the glass on the nightstand, Jing Yuan relaxed beside you and puts a hand on your calf. You can’t help the giddy flip in your stomach when he does- loving that he isn’t too scared to touch you.
You like the touch. His touch especially. There’s only one area that bothers you, but the rest is free rein really.
“I’m completely fine, though your consideration is appreciated.” He smiles warm, resting on his side with his arm propped below him as he continues to rub his hand up and down your leg. “Would you like to tell me?”
His question is vague, left up to you to decide what exactly you would be telling.
“It’s just… uncomfortable,” you tell him, because you want to. Because there’s no reason not to. “Especially when my body is still… aroused. I can’t describe it. I just…” you sigh, defeated as you rest a hand against your forehead. “Can’t.”
“Mm.” Jing Yuan shuffles closer to you, arm now looping around your ankle as he kisses your calf. You can’t help but smile at the several little pecks he leaves, almost tickling you. Your hand finds way into his hair without much thought and another hum rumbles out of his throat.
“You’re more into dirty talk than I expected,” you say suddenly. The sound of Jing Yuan’s laughter makes you chuckle in turn, cheeks warm and pleased.
“You’re everything that I expected,” he says in turn. You can’t help but raise an eyebrow at that.
“Everything, huh? Really?”
“Really.” His grin is smug, infectious as his eyes shine up at you. You huff out another laugh, hand moving through his bangs almost lovingly.
“Thought about it a lot, did you?”
“Oh, yes,” Jing Yuan goes back to kissing your leg. “I have quite a lot of idle time where the mind is prone to wander. You understand.”
Of course you do. More times than you can count, your mind has wandered to Jing Yuan, and it wasn’t always dirty. Most times, it was just plain pathetic yearning. You have a feeling Jing Yuan isn’t much different.
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