fuck around and find out.
Flirt with Suguru at one's own risk. He’s gonna have his girl come handle that. Then handle him.
(ummmmmm....no woman should come on to my (too) nice man like this but if they do, I hope my man talks to siri like 'call. my. girl. now.’)
Contains; Hard(ish) dom geto suguru, rough fingering, name calling (slut, baby girl, probs whore too if i know myself) exhibition (he finger fucks her where some can see if they’re outside, but oh well) pussy slapping, spanking, one face slap, spit kink. character (you) is kinda rich girl brat/rude/actively entitled in the first dialogue oops get ready for more of her bc geto suguru is no1 brat tamer. Ouji (王子)means prince in Japanese and that’s Suguru’s nickname made a little less corny by being put in Japanese. Also her nickname is of course Hime (姫) bc im that guy.
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“You know, you’re really pretty. What are you doing here?” Some girl asked him.
“With my girl.”
“No way you're this pretty out here with a girl.”
Suguru huffed a laugh, trying to get out of her radius, but she clung to his wrist. “You haven’t seen my girlfriend.” He laughed again, ripping his limb away from her. “Leave me alone, okay?”
“First years like you usually don't stick with the girls they start college with.”
Suguru gave her a bemused look out of the corner of his eyes, sighing off to the side, trying to track down Satoru and give her another target. For the first time ever, he couldn’t spot a mop of white hair bobbing across the crowd. Thing was, he really hated the attention. He was holding two drinks in his hand, and he needed to get back to his girl, but this chick wasn’t allowing him to get out from behind the little bar system the frat had set up.
“Whatever you think. Can you move?”
The girl smirked. “I think you’re lying about your girlfriend. I think, me being older and farther along in college is making you nervous.”
Suguru sighed, repeating, “Whatever you think, can you move?”
“I don’t let pretty boys out of my sight that quick. C’mon, hang with me and my friends. We’ll show you a great time.”
His phone was beneath one of the cups, thankfully, so when he instructed ‘hey siri, call Hime-sama,” it dialed and you responded, a bit distanced so he could barely hear you call him a prince, but he still said, loud enough for his iphone to hear, “Some chick is hitting on me, come get her?”
“Are you really calling your girlfriend?” the chick asked, scoffing, “You’re really that loyal to her? You know where she was?”
“I don’t care, I know she’d call me if some dude was doing the same thing. Probably doing shots with her friends, waiting for me to bring her a drink, which you are blocking me from, mind you,” Suguru said, attempting to side step her again, but the woman stopped him again. Now he was getting frustrated. This had been entertaining, at first, but she wouldn’t move, and this kitchen wasn’t nice enough to have an island with two escape routes. At this point, he was considering calling you again, just so he didn’t throw a drink in this chick’s face and be the asshole. He was 20(21 this month) here, underage drinking, and this person looked 26/28, maybe?
Suguru reflected briefly; this was Satoru’s dream situation. Older woman (kind of).
“Where are you going?” she asked, giving what he thought she thought was a seductive smile.
His patience flew out the window. “Move,” he said, voice low and cold, glaring down at her. “I want to go see my girlfriend.”
“Just come upstairs with me.”
Thankfully he didn’t have to answer, because he saw his girl hurtling down the spiral staircase, hitting the main floor with a wobble, head whipping from side to side before you spotted him, rolling up the sleeves of your sweater dress. You nearly charged in, taking a look at the situation and making eye contact with him before you slid past the girl to wrap an arm around the back of his neck while you stood up on your tiptoes, kissing him once, twice. “Are you okay?”
“Honestly? Not really. She won’t leave me alone. Told me were bound to break up just because we’re fresh in college.”
You turned against him, your back against his front. He put a drink down to slide an arm around your waist, pressing a kiss to your cheek. You crossed your arms, glaring at the woman. “Can you move, so he can leave? You’re being real weird, right now.”
“I’m not, I just thought-” the woman attempted.
You interrupted, snapping, “Let’s run this down; you won’t leave him alone, he called his girlfriend to get out of this situation, and you’re still here, trying him? That sounds like pressure, that sounds like you are gonna make him do something he doesn’t want to.”
“She told me she and her friends would show me a good time,” he said, setting his chin on the top of your head, enjoying this too much to let anything slide. With your curls fluffed a bit from the humidity in the house by an excess of people you looked like a lion. A very annoyed one.
“What? After you told her you had a girlfriend?” You put your hands on your cocked hips, thick thigh peeking out of the slit in your dress.
Geto set down the second drink, putting both arms around your waist, any nervousness he’d had about the situation throughly calmed by you. He always forgot how good your were at managing people. A smirk touched his face. He was going to keep talking, no matter the consequences. So what he was being mean?
With a gentle kiss to the side of your temple, soft curls brushing his lips, he spoke close to your ear. “Right after, and then I asked her to move. A second time. I asked her three times. Even told me to go upstairs with her. Should.”
You glared in the girl’s direction, crossing your arms over your chest, disturbing the chain of your purse but in your anger you ignored it. “What’s your name? Are you here on scholarship? My dad is on the board. My friend’s dad is on the board. And I have a few acquaintances, with their parents on the board. I think you chose the wrong person to fuck with.”
“I’ll leave.”
“Yea, leave, but i’ll still find out your name,” you called after her as she ran out of the room, fuming next to him.
“Listen, get me a shirt with your face on it. Text that says ‘property of (f/n) (l/n)’ and on the back, ‘my girlfriend’s father is on the board’. These parties are so tiring.”
“I know, Ouji, but we have to seem sociable before we can ignore them the rest of the new year.”
He grumbled, catching you as you tried to leave the circle of his arms. “Let’s go home. Please?”
“Alright, but we can’t irish goodbye this shit. Gotta say goodnight to Satoru and crew.”
“Oh yea?” he asked, gripping your hips with both hands, drawing your ass against him. He leaned in close, murmuring, “feel that? You’re gonna get that as soon as we get home.”
You breathed deep, tipping your head up, rocking your ass back against him. “Promise?”
“For my savior? So many orgasms.” he caught you up by your hips, squeezing tight. “And you are not going to get out of that, even if you want, pretty girl. Matter of fact,” he hauled you over his shoulder, slapping your ass, forgetting the drinks he was bringing you. “Text them, you’re coming with me.” He wanted out of this party immediately. All he wanted to do was spend time with you and some random had taken that away from him.
“Sugu, can’t we be polite?” You asked, though you were laughing, two hands bracing yourself against his back as he carried you out of the party.
“Nah, call that uber baby girl. I’m gonna make you reconsider your life.” Suguru sat on the outside bench, setting you down on his lap, groaning as you moved to straddle him, struggling to catch your purse in the middle of rearranging themselves.
“Like always?”
He smacked your cheek before he gripped your jaw, massaging open red lips so he could spit in your mouth. “Call the uber,” he told you, wagging your head back and forth while you swallowed his spit, “be a good girl, or I’m just going to have to fuck you right here.” You moaned at those words and he hummed amusement, gripping the hair at the nape of your neck. He pressed kisses to your cheek, the corner of your lips, raising his honey brown eyes to glance around them. A couple people were watching their antics, not that you noticed, eyes shut, enjoying yourself as you rolled your hips to his. You draped arms over his shoulders, nails digging into his skin when he released your hair, setting his fingers to the corner of your mouth instead. Suguru sighed as a little ripple of pain went through him, meeting a few gazes pointedly. Look away. He liked that his girl was enjoying all his fingers and certainly didn't need unattractive voyeurs.
Eventually he caught your purse, pulling the phone out of the pocket in your cute purse you used for parties; it looked vaguely expensive but not as much as some of your other ones. He relaxed back on the bench and you followed him, tucking your face into his neck. Suguru entered your passcode into your phone, a bit distracted by the kisses you were pressing to his neck. He found the app, ordering the uber; the nice car version. Last time you were in an economy car you nearly had a panic attack. His free hand was cupping your ass, kneading lightly at the flesh, your sweater dress barely covering his hand. He slipped fingers under the lacy panties, tracing over your slit. Fifteen minutes till the escalade arrived.
“If I make you cum out here, you better do it real quiet, okay?” He murmured, kissing your forehead, cuddling you closer to his chest. “You’re so fucking wet, did defending me turn you on?” You nodded, whining low as he slipped two fingers into your pussy, using his other hand to yank down your dress trying for some decency like it wasn’t obvious what they were doing. “You okay with two or you want three?”
You nodded, cheek rubbing against his chest. Your hips rocked to meet the push of his fingers into you, back arched.
“Can you be quiet with three?”
Another head shake. This time a no, but pleading eyes looked up at him. You were so cute. He cupped your cheek, bringing you in for a brief kiss. He would give you the world if you ever asked for it. Anything you wanted that wasn’t a danger to your life, he would do it. Suguru couldn't help kissing you again, a bit needy this time, sucking your tongue into his mouth
“Sit up against me,” he instructed, pressing his hand over your mouth when you did. “By the way, this doesn’t count in your reward tonight. Drink lots of water in that uber.” You tightened up with his words, and he swore he’d never find another girl who could would just go with the flow with him like this. Affectionately, he patted your cheek, murmuring to you, “nasty little slut, you think they all can’t see? I hope it goes around how much of a whore you are for your boyfriend.” You got tighter. He wished it was his dick inside you right now. “Ride my fingers a bit baby, my hand is tired from keeping that dumb chick away from me.”
So you did. He did you the courtesy of angling his fingers so it hit that spot he knew you were looking for. You were dripping down his fingers, poor baby, hips rolling to meet the pressure he gave you. You moaned into his palm, eyes rolling back in your head, hips giving a frantic couple shifts, pussy squeezing around his fingers. Suguru laughed, feeling you cry out against his palm. He shoved your sweater dress down, exposing your shoulders, pressing his lips just above your collarbone, giving your skin a kiss before he bit hard once, twice, different locations. You yelped into his palm, hips jerking again above him. He could already see red beginnings of bruises staining your caramel skin.
He started a rough pace, fingering you from the back hard as he could, with how squirmy you were getting. So he said, “Stay still, and take it. Cum one more time before the uber gets here, okay?”
And you did. You were sobbing into his hand, tears getting his hand wet, clutching at his arms. Your palms and nails dug into his skin, one hand finally going to his hair, gripping tight, cumming hard again around his fingers. Geto gasped, gritting his teeth against the pain. You wanted to play this game before they got back home, huh? He sat up, two hands on your waist to steady you as he stood them up and pushed you down on the bench, pretty collarbone and pretty face so tempting, he almost had to put his face in your pussy.
“Told you to stay still. Not grab my hair yet.”
He put a hand over your mouth again, three fingers back inside you, shielding them from view. You were loud. Sobbing and moaning against his hand as he dragged a third orgasm from you, almost unwilling. He slapped your pussy one, twice, driving three fingers deep into you, feeling you cum again. Suguru laughed, watching you shake beneath him, your pretty brown eyes gazing up at him, a bit glazed over. He pressed kisses all over, fingers working you through your third orgasm in twenty minutes. Good thing you were so sensitive. You kicked at him finally, eyes pleading him for mercy, and he wouldn’t have given it to you had they been in their bed. But here, he did, taking his hand off your mouth, feeling your phone buzz beside you. Uber notification; driver was here.
Didn’t really matter. He had ten minutes till the uber left. You were still trembling, legs quivering; he was sitting on his knees in front of you, pressing kisses to your thighs. Suguru cleaned each finger that had been inside of you singularly, letting you watch him. He sat up on his knees, arranging your sweater dress properly from where he’d pulled it. Geto even tried to press out the creases, kissed you when he was done and you moaned into his mouth, grateful that when he pulled away he continued to lavish you with kisses.
“Take me home?” You asked, voice airy.
“Can you walk, or should I carry you?”
“Carry.”
“Anything you want, princess.”
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(Sasunaru..? QwQ)
oH WHAT PERFECT TIMING
MY NEXT EVENT ASK IS MY CURRENT BRAINROT
MUAHAUAHUAHAUHUAHA! IM HYPED
Oops this got long oh well
TY FOR THE REQUEST PAPA
CW BELOW THE CUT: This do have some tickles in it, ngl. Spoilers about Sakura’s character arc!
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Ever since the two were paired up on team seven, Kakashi couldn’t recall a time where Naruto and Sasuke weren’t fighting, whether it was physical aggression, hurling insults at each other, or just passive aggression and sarcasm, the two were always at each others’ throats.
As kids, the two were classic rivals. They were the run-of-the-mill adolescents, who only wanted to beat the other at anything and everything.
Now as teenagers, the two are strong in their own ways. But, this doesn’t stop them from continuous bickering and small tantrums.
Eventually, their Sensei had enough.
One lunch… it’s all Kakashi wanted. Just one hour to celebrate his three students and their accomplishments. He was saving up his ryo to be able to treat them for weeks, and of course his two problem children just had to be themselves.
“If you don’t shut up right now I swear I’ll-“
“You’ll what, Naruto? Make a shadow clone and have it yell at me? Ooooh so scary.” The raven-haired shinobi rolled his eyes as he held his hands up in mock defense. “If you start throwing lethal jutsu at me right here, we’ll get kicked out and Kakashi will have to pay for the entire restaurant!”
“You’re such a jerk!” Naruto barked as he narrowed his eyes and stood up to lean toward Sasuke.
The other shinobi matched his action, and the two were now standing with their faces only about six inches apart. Sakura swore she could see the lightning bolts that shot between both of their eyes.
“You two are insufferable!” The pink-haired girl hissed as she pulled on both of their jacket sleeves, “Sit down before you give Sensei an ulcer!”
“He started it!” Naruto whined, knowing he’d been defeated.
“You’re such a toddler.” Sasuke mumbled coolly, accenting his quip with an eye roll.
“Sasuke I swear to-“
“Naruto, Sasuke, look at me right now.”
The two bickering shinobi froze in place as angry their faces dropped. They slowly turned toward their Sensei…
“Sasuke, you’re going to tell me what you would like to eat, since I already know Naruto’s order by heart. After that, I’m going to order your lunches and you’re going to go outside and fix whatever the hell is making you two act up. Do I make myself clear?”
The blonde genin nodded fearfully, while Sasuke only replied curtly, “crystal.” Sakura, on the offhand, was thrilled that she had never pissed off her Sensei before. She couldn’t help the chill that ran down her spine at the thought of what might happen if she did.
“Glad we’re on the same page.” Kakashi’s once terrifying demeanor had retreated, and he wore his signature close-eyed smile once again.
Sasuke pointed to an item on the menu, then stood up from the booth. “Come on, idiot.”
“Well now I’m not going because you’re being a dic-“
“I said come on.” The black-haired shinobi dragged Naruto by the back of his jacket collar, “You know damn well how I feel about repeating myself.”
As the two left wordlessly, Kakashi turned to his remaining student. “So, Sakura. If you would be so kind as to enlighten me, what was training with the Hokage like?”
When Naruto and Sasuke arrived outside, the black-haired shinobi dropped a cross-armed Naruto into the grass, then sat down adjacent to him. “What’s got you so pissy?”
“You.”
Sasuke couldn’t help but snort at how easily the word flowed from his teammate’s lips. The answer was curt and nonchalant, and yet Sasuke found it so amusing. “Reason in particular?”
“Nope. You’re just stupid.”
“Narut-“
“And I’m… jealous of you.” The boy sighed, turning away from his teammate with a dejected sigh.
Sasuke blinked, closing his mouth to prevent a snarky comment from coming out.
“I know, I know, it’s stupid but…” the blonde shinobi sighed, “I just wish that I knew what it was like to have a family at a point in my life. The closest I have is Iruka and Kakashi Sensei, but it seems Kakashi Sensei likes you better.”
With a sigh, Sasuke stood and plopped down next to his teamm- no, Naruto was his friend. That’s what Sasuke had to be in this situation: a friend. “Naruto, Kakashi knows your order by heart for any restaurant you go to. I know you can’t tell, but he always is there to catch you when you pass out from chakra exhaustion.”
“Does he really?” Naruto asked, turning to face his friend.
“Every time, without fail.” Sasuke placed a hand on the blonde shinobi’s shoulder. “And I wish I could tell you it was pleasant to have a family, but it wasn’t always as fun as it cuts out to be in your head.”
“I guess so.” The blonde sighed again, “I’ve always wanted to know what it was like to have a brother.”
The black-haired shinobi tensed, exhaled, and spoke. “Itachi was… he was a good big brother, so I thought. He always made sure to remind my dad that I was important too. It felt good to feel appreciated, but he was also a menace. He would hide my stuff in high places, flick my forehead all the time, and don’t even get me started on how many times he tickled me it was-“
Naruto chuckled gently, “I can’t even imagine you being ticklish.”
“Uhhh ignore that part.” Sasuke cursed himself internally. Why did he include that piece of Itachi’s antics out of all of them?
“Oh? Just ignore it, huh?”
Within an instant, Naruto’s dejected mood disappeared and was replaced by his sunshine-y attitude once more. He dove onto his friend and held one of Sasuke’s arms above his head.
“Don’t you dare, Naruto.” Sasuke spat, trying to put up a front through his apprehension.
“Is someone scared?” The blonde teased, bringing a hand down to squeeze his friend’s side.
Sasuke’s body abandoned him as he involuntarily jerked away from the touch. With every squeeze, his torso flinched away from it. Truth be told, Sasuke hadn’t been tickled in so long that his body was preparing for pain. “D-dude stop!”
“Oh man no way, this is so awesome!” The shinobi teased as he began to flutter his fingers on his friend’s side, “I’m not stopping until you laugh!”
“G-guess you’ll b-behehe- BE here a while.”
Naruto gasped, “Did I just hear you laugh? The Sasuke Uchiha giggled?” He smiled and dug in a little harder, sending shockwaves through Sasuke’s body.
“Nahahaharuhuhutohoho!”
“Sahahahasuke!” The blonde teased.
Sasuke covered his face and whined as giggles poured from his lips, “Yohohou ahahare suhuhuhuch ahaha- AGH NOHOHOHO.”
Poor Sasuke had made the rookie mistake of covering his face, this is common information. But he left his upper ribs wide open for Naruto’s attack. The jinchuriki boy couldn’t help but giggle as he watched his stoic friend fall apart.
“GOHOHOHOD YOHOHOU AHAHARE THEHEHE WOHOHOHORST!”
“And yet I don’t hear you asking me to stop!” The blonde sing-songed, “I know it’s been some time since someone tickled you but man, even I would’ve given in by now.”
Upon hearing those words, pale skin turned cherry red, and Sasuke finally had the idea to move his hands down. Unfortunately, that only trapped Naruto’s wiggling fingers. “NAHAHAHARUHUHUTOHOHO.”
“You done?”
The black-haired shinobi smacked at his friend’s arm, signifying he was tapping out. Naruto immediately stopped and flopped down on top of his friend’s stomach, giggling alongside him. “Man it’s been a while since we had fun like that. Consider that revenge for April Fool’s day.”
“N-Noted.”
The two sat in a comfortable silence, allowing Sasuke to catch his breath. They wordlessly watched the clouds roll by, enjoying the peace shared between them. They were only interrupted by Sasuke’s stomach rumbling, causing Naruto to laugh at the sudden vibration against his head.
“I think we should head inside.” The black-haired shinobi mumbled, lifting the blonde head off of his stomach and standing up. He offered a hand to his friend, who took it with a smile. “And by the way?”
“Mm?” The blonde shinobi asked, turning toward Sasuke.
The other shinobi squeezed his hand with a shy smile. “You don’t need a brother to know what it’s like to have one; you have me.”
❣︎𝑉𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑒’𝑠 𝐶ℎ𝑜𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡❣︎
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you were so similar, yet there was still so much you didn't understand about him. but if you were so different, why did you like him so much?
love line | fye | all night parking | winners circle
wc.7.2k | jeonghan x gn!gose pd reader, fluff, courtship, smut, canon compliant, so much teasing, sneaky flirting, drinking, swearing, kissing in cabs, me vs calling jeonghan a prick every chance i get, semi-public, oral (male receiving), new relationships are so fun
remember when i said that jeonghan playing foot volleyball made me want to brain myself on his dick? haha. oops. also sorry for once again making the mc Just Me like actually just an infj-t taurus sun libra moon virgo rising year of the rat piece of shit like i don’t do it on purpose but i am just so in love with him and i think our dynamic would be SO FUNNNn im so sorry. but also not. yall seem to like the way i write with him so *shrugs* enjoy it! also i made another playlist based off this au (aka just a playlist of songs that make me think abt jeonghan bc im a fucking simp)
seventeen always made you laugh in a way that was almost embarrassing, but it didn't become inconvenient until you had to start showing up to set. you were a production expert by trade - one of many on staff for going seventeen - and while on more complicated shoots you would sometimes fill in as a camera director, you generally were able to hang out on the sidelines as they filmed.
you had caught jeonghan's attention soon after your contract changed from post-production, having been one of the camera directors for kart rider, and as soon as he noticed you stifling your giggles whenever he made jokes, he started smirking at you through the camera lens as he tried to find new innovative ways to cheat his way through the game. after the shoot, he asked how long you had been a director for going, staging it as a friendly work question.
"quite a while now," you told him, taking his lav mic and pack from him as he pulled it off. "but i was on the editing team until this week. today's my first shoot."
"ah," he exhaled, nodding as he smiled at you. "that explains it. i couldn't figure out how i hadn't noticed someone as cute as you before."
you faltered slightly, put in shock by his forwardness, but quickly recovered and knocked your head to the side as you looked at him playfully. "you're not allowed to flirt with me, mr. idol."
"who said i'm flirting?" he asked with a grin.
you laughed, wrapping a cord around your hand. "if you aren't, you need to work on your professionalism."
it was his turn to laugh, and before he got pulled away by some of his fellow members, he told you he hoped to see you on more shoots in the future.
he was happy when he did, grinning at you in his santa suit when he sat down in your assigned room, but doing his best to act normal in front of the other directors. he gave you a playful glare when you handed him a tray of hot water, and you had to purse your lips to stop yourself from laughing in response as they all complained about it being too hot while you sat, completely comfortable, in an oversized tee and a pair of thin sweats. he got more frustrated by his repeated failure in the game he was playing, and made quick eye contact with you as he huffed angrily, your smiling eyes making him regain focus.
"ok, let's go," he said to himself, beginning the level again as he pursed his lips, and you couldn't help but agree silently when seungkwan called him cute.
"oh, it's the wave!" jeonghan instinctively looked at you when he read the level title. "we can take the suits off after this one, right?"
you gave him a thumbs up and he nodded, determined as he focused on the screen. and later, after they had gotten to take off their suits, you weren't sure whose idea it was to open the window, but you had a pretty good idea by the way jeonghan tried to hide his laugh when you finally told them to close it again.
every time you participated in film shoots, he would make a specific effort to get you to make noise. he would crack a joke and look at you, burying your face in the crook of your arm and turning away from the cameras as you tried to stifle your laughter, satisfied when you glared at him before he went on to focus on the show. he even meandered over to you as he searched for the money, trying to get a hint of where it might be.
"hey, i'm the broker," he said, cornering you. "you're supposed to tell me where it is."
"no," you corrected, doing your best to be unphased by the way he had backed you up against the bookshelf next to the camera you were meant to be manning. "you're supposed to guess a room when night falls and we'll tell you if you're right."
he squinted at you and you kept your eyes focused on him, making sure to avoid giving him any unintentional hints as to where the small bundle of cash was hidden. "alright," he said finally, smirking when you pushed him back towards the game. "fine. i'll search properly."
after finishing at the police precinct set you were filming at that week, you accused him, annoyed, of trying to get you a reputation of not being allowed to operate cameras on shoots.
"i'm making jokes for the show!" he argued, eyes wide at your accusation. "it's not my fault you find me charming."
you rolled your eyes at him. "charming is a stretch."
he gave you a sideways smile, studying your eyes above the face mask you wore. "handsome?"
you quirked an eyebrow at him. "are you sure you want me to say i'm laughing so hard because of your visuals?"
"as long as i'm the reason you're laughing," he said, looking to where another pd was calling for you. you told him to take care before you turned to help load up a car with camera equipment, but he grabbed your arm before you could walk away. "can we talk later?"
you studied his face, wondering if he meant what you thought he did, then let your gaze dart to where some of the other members were not so slyly watching you. "sure," you said finally, glad there was a mask to cover your tiny smile. "i need to stop by the office after we get this stuff to the studio. i'll see you there?"
"sure," he said back to you, pouting out his lips casually, but his eyes revealing a smile. "i'll be around."
in reality, jeonghan had no need to be at the office until the next day, but a couple of the other members had wanted to go mess around at the universe factory after they had gone back to the dorms to shower, so he said he would join them. soonyoung went "aye," pushing his shoulder, having noticed every look he had given you.
"you're so not subtle," he laughed. "they're gonna meet you there?"
jeonghan sighed in defeat, getting into the car. "let's go, yeah?"
"the pd that was in our room for the stilt game, right?" jihoon asked, following after him.
"ohh," seokmin said, pointing from the seat he had already taken in the back of the van. "is that the same one he was flirting with at the bungee jumping place?" vernon vocalised next to him, nodding, saying that he remembered that.
"hey," jeonghan exclaimed, annoyed. "really? all of you?"
"like i said," soonyoung laughed from the front seat. "so not subtle."
jihoon nudged his shoulder after they settled in the car, giving him a meaningful look. "be careful, yeah? don't do anything stupid."
"i know," jeonghan said, leaning back in his seat, thinking about how getting to make you laugh on a regular basis felt pretty worth the risk. "i won't."
it took you almost two hours, getting caught up with other business, but you finally made it to the pledis building to drop off some paperwork at the offices for an upcoming shoot location. you wandered for a few minutes, suddenly realizing the building was far too large for the vague agreement you had made earlier. you peeked your head into their usual dance practice room, abandoning it when you noticed the lights were off, then walked towards where you knew the recording studios were.
you faltered, staring at the door to woozi's studio, not wanting to interrupt. you kept walking, quickly deciding to take a lap around the hall as you worked up the nerve, but you were only ten feet past the door when it opened, pulling your gaze.
jeonghan grinned at you after he shut the door behind him. "you came."
you looked away for a second, then back at his smile as you pulled your mask down to rest under your chin. "i wasn't lying earlier, when i said i had business here."
he nodded, looking unconvinced as he straightened his coat. "sure. i was going to the convenience store, wanna walk with me? if you're done with your business, that is."
you exhaled sharply, smiling vaguely as he made his way towards you. "i do want something to drink."
"let's go," he said, gesturing with his head as he walked past you, smiling when you fell into step beside him. "my treat. you're cute, by the way. i was sad i couldn't see your face under the mask today."
you rolled your eyes, nudging your elbow into his side. "haven't you seen it enough already? we've been shooting together for months."
"i've missed it lately," he said, looking over at you, studying the curve of your lips as you tried not to smile. "i wish i could see it more."
you wondered if he did this with everyone he found vaguely interesting, flattering them until they agreed to meet him privately somewhere, but part of you really believed he wasn't that sort of guy. you had been working in the entertainment industry since you graduated high school, and you had seen plenty of men do just that - idols, comedians, actors, you name it - but jeonghan seemed different. you had seen him regularly for months now, and this was the first time he had ever tried to see you outside of a shoot.
he bought your bottle of iced tea, telling you you worked hard. you laughed, but accepted it, asking if he was only treating you because he had won money today.
"no," he said teasingly, pulling down the mask he had gotten from reception to sip his own drink as the two of you walked back to the company building. "i would have treated you either way."
he walked with you to your car in the parking garage, leaning against your door as you chatted about the shoot that day. you told him that you had suggested he be the broker for the game, and he gave you a shocked look.
"me?" he laughed. "you specifically picked me?"
"you like being confusing too much," you giggled, drinking your tea. "they didn't want you as mafia again, but you purposefully mess things up as a citizen."
"hey," his head cocked to one side. "i just try to have fun, and sometimes that means causing chaos."
that made you laugh. "also, i was sure you would understand the role. i wasn't convinced anyone else would."
jeonghan laughed again. "so i was broker because i was the only one smart enough to be?"
you tilted your head at him. "it was between you and seungkwan, but we needed a way to stop you from ruining the game. i knew you would want to win too badly to throw the other citizens under the bus if you had the new role."
he gave you a sideways look as he brought his drink to his lips. "clever."
"to be honest, i was expecting you to try to team up with the mafia, but i guess they weren't obvious enough." you shook your head, sighing. "then you went and guessed the location first night."
"i thought about it," he said. "but i thought they might lie about where the money was if i tried, or just kill me if i found it. and i really didn't suspect anyone until after i had already teamed up with cheol and soonyoung."
you smiled at him for a moment, remembering that while you only addressed them by their professional names, they were his friends. "speaking of, they're probably wondering where you are."
he sighed dramatically. "you're probably right. i'll go. but first, give me your phone."
you stared at his extended palm, unlocking your phone and handing it over. "you're not subtle."
he laughed, adding himself on your kakao. "i've been told that a lot today, but honestly, i think it's hard for me to act subtle when you're so easy to like."
"hey," you said, eyeing him when he handed it back to you. "remember what i said."
he looked at you. "what?"
"you're not allowed to flirt with me," you reminded him.
he exhaled, a smile on his lips. "i'm not allowed to do a lot of things. sometimes rules are meant to be broken."
he broke said rule pretty immediately after you left the company, sending you a message saying that he'd like to see you outside of work again soon that made you roll your eyes, noticing the nickname he gave himself in your contacts. you didn't respond until you were back in your apartment, asking how he expected that to work.
you: we can't really go out… people might see you…
handsome hannie: private bbq rooms are a thing… we use them a lot…
you: wouldn't know 🙄 not famous 🙄
handsome hannie: great! i'll keep you to myself.
you called him annoying, and he said something about how you should be more respectful considering he was older than you, and you told him it was only a year and that he should have been more respectful, too, considering you were essentially coworkers.
you: i effect your public appearance, you know! what if i let carats see how much you whine at shoots?
handsome hannie: yes, directornim. i sincerely apologize.
you: that's more like it ㅋㅋㅋㅋ
despite the teasing front you put up, you made no effort to hide the smile on your face as you curled up on your couch, continuing to make plans to meet when his schedule was less hectic in a couple of weeks.
he told you the bbq place he invited you to was his favorite, and that him and the members went there often. they usually just sat at a table, he told you, and generally no one bothered them, but he specifically requested a room so he could dine with you comfortably.
"i hope you're hungry," he said when you sat across from him at the table. "i ordered a lot."
you laughed, taking off your scarf. "i hope you have good taste."
he gave you an offended look, picking at the side dishes that were already at the table. "i have fantastic taste and you know it."
"so," you paused eyeing the green bottles that had yet to be opened, taking it as a hint. "ssamgyeopsal and thin sliced pork?"
he huffed at you, completely unable to hide the grin you had caused by directly calling out his basic order. "shut up, i also got mixed noodles and soybean stew."
"oh," you said, giggling. "so original."
"i thought you might be picky," he accused, pushing blame to you. "traditional felt safe."
"sure, that's why," you teased.
after the first plate of meat was well on its way to being cooked, jeonghan grabbed a bottle of soju by the neck and turned it upside down, spinning it as he pushed a shot glass towards you.
"oh, are we starting?" you asked, a giggle on your lips as you picked up the glass.
he smiled vaguely as he cracked open the bottle, pouring into your glass as you held it. "meat is meant to be accompanied."
he was about to pour his own shot, but you took the bottle from him before he could. he eyed you, but picked up his glass anyways, watching your face as you poured into it, label up.
"very respectful," he commented.
"don't expect it all the time," you said back, clinking your glass with his and repeating his cheers before turning to the right to take your shot.
"do you drink a lot?" he asked, grabbing the tongs and flipping meat.
you cocked your head. "not too often, but i enjoy it."
he looked at you, and you swore you saw a twinkle in his eye as he gave you a lopsided smile. "how much?"
you quirked a brow. "how much do i enjoy it? or how much can i?"
"both."
you sucked on your teeth, appraising the situation as you watched him cook. "above average."
he laughed. "what a diplomatic answer."
"we are coworkers, afterall," you pointed out.
he exhaled, knocking his head to one side as he put down the tongs in favor of his chopsticks, craving the salt of a side dish after the soju. "i was hoping we would be beyond that by now."
you watched him, a slight smile on your face. you straightened your spine and picked up your own chopsticks, grabbing a bit of kimchi that had been on the grill and putting it on your rice. "what else were you hoping for?"
he wished you didn't make him smile so much, but he supposed you couldn't help it as he watched you chew with a quirk in his lip. "a successful first date."
"what classifies success?" you asked after swallowing.
jeonghan thought a moment, trying to read your face. a small smile snuck onto your lips as you waited, and he adjusted his posture before he answered. "a promise that this won't be the last date, too."
"ohhh," you vocalised. "very diplomatic."
he gave a short laugh. "i am an idol, afterall."
you thought on that statement for a second. "i hope you don't think i'm only here because of that," you said finally.
he pouted his lips out slightly as he shook his head. "i don't. i can tell you like me."
"hey," you laughed. "what makes you so confident?"
"i have eyes," he said plainly, giving you a devilish look as he started messing with the meat again, pulling some done pieces to the edges of the grill plate. "and you laugh too genuinely at my jokes."
"too genuinely? what does that even mean?"
"really?" he knocked his head to one side. "i saw you trying to hide your laughter when we filmed at sports monster."
you rolled your eyes. "i was laughing at dokyeom."
"got it," he laughed, gesturing for you to eat. "then why are you here?"
you eyed him as you took some pork. "i think you're interesting."
"interesting." he repeated back to you. "how so?"
"you're a closed book," you explained. "you seem to always be your genuine self, yet i know nothing about you. but i guess that's just because i only know you on camera."
he paused, studying your face as you chewed the meat, smiling slightly when you said quietly that it tasted good and took more. he thought about how much care he put into keeping his private life just that. he was always happy to share himself - his personality, his interests, his sense of humor - but he kept his family and friends far from the spotlight on purpose. he enjoyed having the separation. he thought about how you noticed the intentional protection of his privacy. he wondered if you would want to be a part of that.
"what do you wanna know?"
you looked up at him, pausing your enjoyment of the meal as you registered his serious tone. you blinked for a second, then said "everything," as if the answer couldn't have been more obvious.
afterwards, jeonghan held the cab door open as you got in, assuring that he was sufficiently hidden under a mask and his hood as he climbed in after you. you told him it wasn't a great look for him to be getting in a cab with a sufficiently drunk you, but he just pulled the mask under his chin and grinned, saying he thought you said you had a high tolerance.
"i do," you pouted, tugging at your seatbelt. "but we had six bottles."
he tsked. "you can only take three bottles? you said above average."
"that is above average," you said, pushing his shoulder. "just because you guys drink like sailors…"
he giggled and rocked back into your side, eyes flickering back and forth between yours as the car began to move. you didn't talk about anything of true substance in the cab - most of the deep conversation had taken place over the meal, leaving you both giddy during the ride to your apartment. you complained about how full you were, and he told you you didn't have to keep eating if you felt full.
"i couldn't stop," you groaned, slightly saddened when you recognized the street outside the window and realized you were almost home. "it was too good."
he was smiling warmly at you when you looked back at him. "hey."
your face mask started feeling particularly warm. "hi."
he cleared his throat slightly, making no effort to pull himself away from how his shoulder leaned into yours. "stop me if you want, okay?"
something flitted in your stomach. "from doing what?"
he reached over to you, pulling your mask down like his, then gently ran his fingers up your jaw. "this."
but you didn't want to stop him, so you didn't. you just let your lips part slightly as he leaned into you. your mind spun suddenly, having a rush of self awareness at the fact that you were kissing seventeen's yoon jeonghan in the back of a cab, but it was only fleeting as your hand went up to grip his wrist lightly. you remembered that while, yes, he was seventeen's yoon jeonghan, he was also hwaseong's yoon jeonghan. he was a kid from a farm town that loved his sister more than life itself. he recently bought a lego set, but hasn't gotten the chance to build it yet. he got giggly when he drank, even when he wasn't drunk.
so you let him kiss you in the back of a cab, and even when he pulled away from you, your eyes followed his lips and his did the same with yours, the two of you sharing a hot, heavy breath.
"can i see you again?" he asked suddenly, realizing the cab had stopped in front of your apartment but refusing to pull his hand from your jaw.
you stared at him in a slight daze, then let out a quiet giggle. "yeah, at the gose shoot."
he chuckled, shaking his head at you. "you know what i mean."
you studied his face, admiring the way the tip of his nose had gone red from a combination of the cold air and the shared soju. the way his lips curled as he smiled at you. the way his eyes sparkled. your hand tightened around his wrist slightly. "i'd like that."
his smile widened, and he leaned in to kiss you again. faster this time, but just as intoxicating, and you had to push him away from you to escape the cab, giggling the entire time.
the next time you saw jeonghan (though not the next time you spoke to him, due to him surprising you with phonecalls every couple of days to ask how you were doing), he was wearing a white sweat suit and made a direct point to seek you out, pretending that his only intention was to get hints about what they were doing filming at a high school's auditorium.
"you need to stop approaching me while i'm trying to work," you said, pulling equipment out of a van. "but while you're here, help me carry this."
he laughed, taking the equipment case from you as you shut the trunk, walking beside you. "what's with the nametag?"
you looked down at the paper on the front of your sweatshirt that had your name. "none of your business."
jeonghan eyed you as you opened a door for him. "can i guess?"
you took the case from him as you neared the auditorium. "i won't tell you even if you guess right."
"it's directors versus seventeen?" you faltered, making him laugh. "first try?"
you groaned. "go in before me so it's not so suspicious."
"i can't wait to play with you," he said teasingly, leaning towards you. you almost wanted to pull him into a kiss just at the implication, eyes flickering to his lips, remembering how soft they were against yours.
"if i have to play, i will be incredibly upset," you said plainly. "don't expect me to be nice to you after."
"so the players are random?" he giggled as you exhaled, annoyed at his cunning observation. "c'mon, you don't want to go up against me?"
you felt heat flash in you, completely aware that he was purposefully choosing suggestive wording to fluster you, and you refused to let him know it was working. "absolutely not. hurry up and go in."
"how about this," he said, crossing his arms. "if you have to play a game against me, then i'll stop talking to you at work. but if you don't, you have to get dinner with me again, and i get to keep bugging you. it's a bet of chance."
you rolled your eyes at him, putting down the case when you realized he wasn't going to go in any time soon. "that sounds like you win either way."
he grinned. "those are the best kind of bets! you win either way, too. you don't have to deal with me at work, or you get a free meal."
"cut it out," you whined, pushing at his chest. "eunsong already suspects something is going on, if you don't stop she won't let me live it down."
he laughed. "that sounds like a you problem."
"yeah, and it'll become a you problem, too, when i decide to go back to editing and never see you again."
"hey!" he exclaimed, eyes shining. "you wouldn't."
you glared at him. "fine. the bet’s on. but be aware of the risk you're taking here."
he giggled, backing away towards the doors that led to the auditorium where the rest of the staff had set up. "you're worth any risk, baby."
nervousness bubbled in you every time directors were being called to play, and you noticed the way jeonghan looked at you, clearly hoping you would be forced to join him on camera. he even pointed and yelled at you when you were cheering for your own team in foot volleyball, making you wave your hand in protest, and pray that it wouldn't be included in the final cut of the episode. but even you couldn't deny how well he played, despite how badly you wanted to, and you hated the way a heat dropped in you as you watched him skillfully kick an unreceivable attack.
it was so outside of your expectation for yourself, being attracted to someone based on their athletic skill. it wasn't like you, you would insist. you like intellectuals. comedians. not jocks. but it was incredibly hard for you to ignore how fucking attractive jeonghan was, spiking the football and winning the game, especially when you had already established how much you liked his mind.
he made flirty eye contact with you periodically, fishing for a reaction as you tried to keep your attention on the monitors behind your designated table. your mind kept flickering to how he had caressed your cheek in the back of the cab as he kissed you. how he had cornered you on multiple occasions just to tease you. you snapped out of your trance when joshua announced the next game.
you had secretly hoped tug of war wouldn't be one of the games played today - it would be thirteen versus thirteen, which meant you had the highest chance of being called to play. when you looked at jeonghan, he was already watching you, the eye contact making him smile as his members started to line up to pick names.
there was a commotion when jeonghan called eunsong's name, and you watched as your boss dipped her head at having the play one of the more physically demanding games in the lot. you nervously stared at seungcheol, hoping the name he called wouldn't be yours, and letting out a sigh of relief when it wasn't. the girl you were sat next to highfived you, both pleased that you didn't have to participate.
jeonghan looked at you with pursed lips and shook his head slightly, and you stuck your tongue out in response. he let out a short scoff, staring after you, and when you didn't pull your gaze from him, he nodded his head up slightly and winked at you subtly.
you immediately looked away, eyes wide, trying to calm the way heat radiated off the back of your neck. you knew he was laughing at your reaction, but you avoided looking in his direction again as you got called to man a camera as it's usual director got ready to participate.
after the final team of directors got picked, you let out a breath of relief, and after the bottle tossing was done, you accepted your team's defeat as you all started packing up the equipment. the mood was high, despite the loss, many of the other staff members deciding to go get dinner together anyways, even if they had to pay themselves, and you casually told them you were more interested in going home, thinking about how jeonghan would likely want to cash out his dinner as soon as possible. it wasn't until later, when you were standing alone in a hallway and he found you leaning casually against a wall, that you started to get nervous again.
"seems like i'll be seeing you for a long time," he said, a smirk on his face, changed back into his own clothing. "you lost every bet today, you must be sad."
you sighed, shoving your phone into your pocket and taking off your mask. "i lost, but at least i get a free meal. and i didn't have to play any games."
he put his shoulder on the wall beside you, studying your face as you looked at him. "are you free now?"
you nodded casually, looking away. "yeah, i could clear my schedule."
he laughed. "great. do that. i'm in the mood for noodles."
"hey," you started, then pushed off the wall to lean against your shoulder and face him. "since when are you good at foot volleyball?"
he smirked at you. "surprised?"
you studied him. "a little."
"i always liked sports," he said. "footie is one of my favorites."
"it was impressive," you said, watching the way his lips curled again, trying to hide your own sneaking smile. "you were the ace."
"i usually am."
you laughed at his brag, putting your hands behind your hips as you leaned back against the wall again. "you must be tired now, though."
he knocked his head to one side and pushed himself off the wall, casually putting a hand just above your shoulder. "not too tired."
you stared at him as he leaned into you, almost wanting to laugh at the cliche position you found yourself in. "they're probably looking for you."
"nope," he said matter of factly, grinning. "told 'em i had a ride."
your stomach flipping, suddenly wishing he didn't just mean your car.
"you're done working, right?" he asked, eyes flicking down to your lips. "can i steal you away?"
you nodded, your hands reaching up to his shirt and pulling him into you. and when his lips were on yours again, you let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding, enjoying the way his hand went up to hold your jaw. you couldn't help the way you pulled yourself off the wall to be closer to him, and he didn't argue when your arms snaked around his neck, his hands running down your sides and landing on your hips in response. you huffed against him, pulling away slightly, giggling when he tried to follow.
"we shouldn’t be doing this in a hallway."
his eyelids seemed heavy as he gave you a sappy smile. "why not?"
"jeonghan," you said incredulously, pulling your arms off his shoulders and placing your palms on his chest, backing into the wall. "it's like you want to ruin your career."
"you just-" he interrupted himself, putting his lips against yours again. "you're so-" another interruption. you laughed against him, pushing on his chest.
"stop," you said, sliding against the wall to sneak away. he caught on too quickly, wrapping his arms around you as you tried to back down the hall. "jeonghan, seriously-"
"please," he whined, his nose tapping against yours as he followed you, keeping you in his arms. "i've been wanting to kiss you all day, please."
you exhaled, trying not to laugh. "i've been wanting to kiss you, too."
he grinned. "then i don't see the problem."
"the problem is that we're at a high school," you said. "and there might still be staff wandering around. or worse, civilians."
he sighed. "you worry too much."
you shook your head at him. "for someone who is incredibly private, you seem to really want to be caught kissing me."
"as long as i'm kissing you," he stated plainly, placing another on your lips before you could stop him.
"cut it out," you said, looking around. you grabbed his hand, pulling it off your hip as you turned to walk down the hall. "c'mon, you impatient prick."
he laughed, but followed. "where are you taking me?"
"somewhere less public," you said, and jeonghan caught on when you turned a corner and he saw a restroom sign.
you were hardly in the room when he pulled you into him again, barely even letting you peek under the stalls to make sure you were alone before he was backing you against the closed door. you let him dive deeper than before, getting a boost of confidence from the slightly more private location, and you only smirked against his lips when he slyly flipped the lock.
"better?" he asked, a hand on the side of your neck.
you nodded at him, hands sneaking up his chest. "much better."
he smirked at you, running a hand through his hair quickly before holding you by your face, working your lips open. you sighed, your hands falling to his hips, and you felt him smile against you as he adjusted, wrapping his arms around your waist and nudging your arms up against his chest.
"i have to tell you something," he said suddenly, and you stared at his lips as you caught your breath.
"it can't wait?" you asked.
he chuckled. "who's the impatient prick now?"
you rolled your eyes, letting your head fall against the door. "what is it?"
"i cheated."
you gaped at him for a second, studying his dorky smile. "when?"
he giggled. "i pulled your name for tug of war."
"what?" you laughed. "you're lying."
"i promise you, i will never lie when you're in my arms."
your cheeks felt hot suddenly. "so i won the bet?"
"no," he said, leaning into you again. "you didn't have to play against me, so i still won."
"but you cheated," you pointed out, still letting him steal a kiss off your lips. "that's a forfeit."
"we never said that."
"those are standard rules!"
he shook his head, smiling as he let his gaze linger on your lips. "never heard of it."
"ugh, really," you hit his chest, laughing incredulously. "i can't believe you."
"i did you a favor," he insisted. "you didn't want to play, so i said lee eunsong instead."
you eyed him, squinting slightly. "fine. you win."
he grinned. "i always do, even when i don't."
you rolled your eyes again before kissing him, his hands running up your sides. you moaned against him, and he faltered, pulling away slightly.
"you're too much," he said, lips brushing against yours as he spoke.
you huffed. "what do you mean?"
he chuckled, then pushed his hips against you, revealing his already hardening member. "that's what i mean."
you giggled, nipping at his bottom lip and pulling your hand to gently rub over his length. "just from kissing?"
"i've been thinking about you for days," he admitted, eyes shutting briefly in reaction to your hand, but opening them again watch you bite at your own lip. "i've never wanted someone so bad."
"never?" you asked.
he shook his head, snickering into a kiss. "don't get a big head."
you moaned against him, his fingers on the back of your skull triggering an involuntary response. "i was hoping to give it, actually."
jeonghan huffed, and you smiled when his member flinched against your palm. "i'm not gonna stop you."
you giggled, grabbing his shirt with both hands and spinning so that his back was against the door instead of yours, kissing him deeply, getting distracted by his lips against yours before you managed to start sinking in front of him.
"fuck," he breathed, staring down at you as you undid his jeans. "fuck, are you sure?"
you ignored how hard the tiles felt against your knees as you nodded. "i've been thinking about doing this for hours."
he groaned, his skull hitting the door as you kissed at his underwear-clad erection and tugged his jeans slightly off his hips, his hand running through your hair. "is this why you called me an ace?"
you peered up at him, pushing your tongue against the fabric and watching his lips part in response. "maybe."
he smirked down at you, eyes soaked in lust. "i hope we play more sports at shoots, then."
chuckling, you rubbed your hand against him, enjoying the way he gasped at the feeling. "i'll make sure to submit your feedback."
"god, you'll be the end of me," he said, eyes fluttering shut as his head fell back again. you tugged his underwear down, and he helped push the fabric out of the way with the hand that wasn't rooted in your hair, watching with parted lips as you wrapped your hand around him.
your mouth watered slightly, staring directly at his cock in your hand. you had never thought of a dick as pretty, but that was in the only word in your head as you admired the way it curved and the redness of the tip, and you thought it made sense that everything about jeonghan was beautiful. you looked up before you ran your tongue against the bell, smiling slightly when he groaned loudly, his grip tightening against your skull. his free hand pulled the hem of his shirt up, putting it between his teeth and running his fingers through his hair again, staring down at you as you teasingly kissed at his tip. you looked up at his exposed torso, silently cursing as you felt your arousal building fast - of course he was fit. it shouldn't surprise you, but somehow you would never stop being utterly shocked by how perfect he was.
"you're so hard," you commented, pumping his length in your hand.
he groaned again, hissing slightly before he spoke through his teeth. "stop teasing."
you rolled your tongue out, licking up his length once, tasting the saltiness of precum at his slit. "you're not really in charge here."
the shirt dropped from his teeth as he gasped, but he managed to catch it before it fell over his stomach. he swallowed once to gather himself. "you're the one on your knees because i was good at a game."
slightly annoyed, you wrapped your lips around him and quickly pushed yourself over his length once, satisfied by the way his jaw dropped and his head hit the door. using the saliva you left, you pumped him as you drew away, looking up at him sweetly and swallowing. "what were you saying?"
he looked down at you blearily, fingers loosening in your hair and sliding across your jaw. you saw his eyebrows flinching in rhythm with your hand. "you can do whatever you want."
you bit at your lip, smiling up at him, then looking at the member in your palm. you let your tongue meet the tip first before you started bobbing your head over his length, making him let out breathy moans. you wondered vaguely if the building was actually empty, or if someone would hear his uninhibited noises through the door as you sucked him off.
"f-fuck," he panted, planting a hand against his temple as he pushed his hair out of his face, staring down at you. "god, you're incredible."
you felt your pride swelling slightly, pulling off him and twisting your hand around his hot cock, admiring how his hips bucked against your grip. you pumped him, your tongue against the tip as you looked up, making him moan at the eye contact.
"baby, you drive me insane," he muttered, putting his hand back in your hair. "god, i need to fuck you."
your stomach flipped, and you panted slightly, catching your breath before you continued. "next time. i wanna taste you."
he groaned, then smiled. "next time?"
you nodded, looking up briefly. "and the time after that."
jeonghan's hips pushed against you again, a smirk on his lips. "again and again?"
your response was your mouth around him again, and he let out a low moan, brows pitching as he focused on the feeling. you pulled your hand off him, placing it on his thigh as you pushed yourself as far onto him as you could, the tip of his cock hitting your throat.
his chest heaved. "fuck, baby, just like that."
you moaned over his cock, eyes fluttering shut as you focused on keeping your throat open, his fingers tangled against your scalp. his moans were almost musical as he neared his high, rushing out a quick warning as he felt it approaching. you just groaned in acknowledgment, looking up briefly as he gasped, his eyes screwing shut when he came in your mouth.
his hips jerked into you as he released, and you swallowed around him, putting a steadying hand at the base of his cock as you lapped at the length, making sure to suck him dry, he flinched, letting out a short, airy laugh at the stimulation.
"holy shit," he said, finally catching his breath as he scratched at his brow with a thumb. you grinned and carefully pulled his underwear back over his hips, wincing as he helped you to your feet, your knees creaking slightly. he pulled you against him, kissing you as you whined lightly. "what?" he chuckled. "am i not allowed to kiss you now?"
you just stared at him, eyes slightly bleary from the work you had put in, and he giggled as he kissed you again, slowly pushing you to walk backwards until your backside hit a counter. you exhaled when he finally pulled away, a slightly confused stitch in your brow. "are we not getting dinner now?"
"baby," he said, giving you mischievous smile as his hands running over your hips. he leaned into you, teasing at your lips as he said, "you really thought i wouldn't return the favor?"
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