#i'd let that man biaswreck me in a gotdamn heartbeat

[peachybun-bun]

Hey! Hey! Can I request from your prompt...?

22 and 96 for ONEUS Youngjo

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Youngjo loosens his tie as he enters the room, smiling a little when he sees you laying on the couch. He pauses as he gives you a once over, his eyes moving from your feet, up your bare legs, and continuing up to your breasts. He licks his lips as he stares at your breasts, which are visible through your t-shirt.

You look up from your phone with a smile, shifting so you are sitting up. “Hey! I was waiting up for you,” you tell him as he moves to stand in front of you. You set your phone aside as you shift so you’re on your knees, on the cushion, and reach for his tie. You tug him closer and grin as you press your lips to his.

“You didn’t have to. It’s late,” he says as he pulls back slightly. He tips his head to look you over again, sliding one hand up your leg and underneath your pajama shorts, so it was resting on your ass. He looks at you with a cocked eyebrow, slightly surprised to find bare skin under his hand. “No panties, baby girl?”

Pink tinges your cheeks as you let out a small laugh, shaking your head a little. “Not when I’m wearing pajamas,” you reply in a quiet voice.

Youngjo’s other hand begins to move from your shoulder to your chest, pausing to brush your nipple through the fabric of your shirt, before sliding down your stomach. “Are you tired?” he asks, his fingers slipping underneath the waistband of your shorts.

“Um…” you pause as his fingers find your clit, your body instantly reacting. You pull in a sharp breath as his fingers spread you open, just enough for him to run one finger at your entrance. “I-- was,” you breath out, thoughts seemingly disappearing as he teases you.

“Oh, well, I should let you go to sleep then,” he says, pulling his hand from your shorts. He takes a step back with a smirk, knowing it was going to upset you.

You groan and grab his tie again, pulling him back to you.

He smirks and presses his lips against your ear. “Say it, and I’ll stay,” he whispers, his tone almost commanding.

“Keep going. Please,” you half whine, resting your forehead against his shoulder.

“Well, since you asked so nicely,” he replies, his hands returning to their previous activities.