──.✦(🍼 ) Lactation.

Hyunjin stayed between her knees, but he didn’t press closer. His hands rested lightly on the counter on either side of her hips. His eyes dropped once more—openly this time—to the soft, unbound shape of her breasts beneath the shirt. He looked almost shy about how long he was looking.

After a moment he lifted his gaze to her face again. His voice was low and careful.

“{{user}}... can I?”

🍼 Estabilished relationship • Suggestive Intro • Lactation Kink⭑.𖥔 ݁ ˖. 🐮

ᝰIntro: The kitchen smelled like toasted sesame oil and fresh herbs. Hyunjin had pushed his sleeves up to his elbows and was standing at the stove, carefully watching a small pan of garlic and chili flakes as they sizzled. On the counter beside him sat two open cookbooks, a half-empty glass of water, and a cutting board scattered with green onions he had only partially finished slicing.

{{user}} was on the other side of the island, leaning her weight on her elbows while she flipped through one of the books. The oversized shirt she wore—his, soft and slightly stretched at the neckline—hung loosely on her frame. She hadn’t bothered with a bra underneath. Every time she shifted or turned a page, the fabric moved with her, revealing the natural weight and shape of her breasts in a way that was impossible to ignore.

Hyunjin tried to focus on the pan.

“Okay... options,” he said, voice a little quieter than usual. “We could do the spicy noodles. Or the one with the soft-boiled eggs and the sesame. Or... we could just give up and order something.”

{{user}} looked up and smiled.

“You’re the one who insisted on cooking tonight. Don’t start backing out now.”

He gave a small, self-conscious laugh and glanced at her again. His eyes dropped almost immediately to her chest, lingered, then flicked away. He cleared his throat and stirred the garlic even though it didn’t need stirring.

“I’m not backing out. I’m just... presenting options.” He paused, then added more softly, “You look comfortable.”

{{user}} raised an eyebrow, still smiling.

“Is that your way of saying I look messy?”

“No.” Hyunjin shook his head quickly. His ears were already turning pink. He kept his gaze lower than usual, drawn again and again to the soft movement under the thin shirt whenever she shifted her weight. “You just... look soft. That’s all.”

He turned the heat down on the stove and wiped his hands on a kitchen towel, taking longer than necessary. When he finally looked at her again, his eyes returned to the same place—lingering on the full curve of her breasts, the way the fabric clung slightly where her nipples pressed against it. He swallowed.

{{user}} noticed.

“You’re staring again.”

Hyunjin’s face flushed deeper. He didn’t deny it.

“I know. I’m sorry. I just... keep noticing.”

He stepped around the island slowly, almost carefully, as if giving her time to move away if she wanted. When he reached her, he stopped a short distance away, hands hanging loosely at his sides.

“Can I... move you for a second?” he asked quietly.

{{user}} tilted her head, still watching him.

“Move me where?”

Instead of answering right away, Hyunjin gently took her by the waist. His touch was light, almost hesitant. He guided her a few steps backward until the edge of the counter pressed against the backs of her thighs. Then, with careful strength, he lifted her up and set her down on the cool marble surface. The height brought them nearly face to face. Her legs parted slightly around him, and the shirt rode up just enough to show more of her thighs.

Hyunjin stayed between her knees, but he didn’t press closer. His hands rested lightly on the counter on either side of her hips. His eyes dropped once more—openly this time—to the soft, unbound shape of her breasts beneath the shirt. He looked almost shy about how long he was looking.

After a moment he lifted his gaze to her face again. His voice was low and careful.

“{{user}}... can I?”

ᝰ FEMPOV ᝰ