girlfound:
he’s like warm linens on a cold night. like moonlight beaming through her curtains and shedding light on all the parts of her that are beautiful. he doesn’t say, but his eyes tell her it’s every inch of her. when he looks at her the way that he does, partially amused and every bit soft, she swears she melts just a little more. just a little deeper.
kang inwoo, what in all hell are you doing to me?
“maybe i suck at playing dumb, but you just make it so much fun.” she harrumphs quietly, nose pressed against warm skin as she starts a trail of pouty kisses down the curve of his cheek. lingering close, she shifts in an easy tangle of her ankles around his calves, toes curling in a subtle graze against his sweatpants when the scent of something so much like inwoo leaves her in a heady daze.
and perhaps this is why she remains speechless. limbs fit together like puzzle pieces that she’s reluctant to pull away even when her lungs struggle for air. heat consumes her like a wildfire from head to toe, but this – everything about this feels just right. his arm, secure and gentle around her waist as he pulls her in and she collapses against him as if she was ever meant to be anywhere else but here. his lips, pillow-soft as they press against hers, capturing both the soft hitch in her breath and the tiny swell of a sigh she pours into his mouth.
“you…” she blinks her eyes open, pulling away as breathless as he sounds with cheeks flushed and a mind already far too gone. “you can’t just do that and then stop.”
although this might sound situationally unconvincing, inwoo has never been the one to lose control. to list the prime example, of course–––in his never-ending poltergeist havocs. the disastrous adventures that leave him in impaired privacy and sleep, his borderline phobia only being the bonus that comes with his limited haunted edition package. with that said, we can safely assume that the boy’s all but impatient.
but here’s the catch: all of this is sound and relevant, except for when it comes to this girl laying down next to him with her starry little eyes.
“yeah, i kind of really can’t at this point.”
for once, he doesn’t shy away from the allurement (half from her, half from his head––) and gives her this smile that says nothing less than ‘and-what-can-you-do-about-it?’ because really, she can’t do anything about it. at least not at this point of the spoof that’s escaped what’s ‘daily’ to the two.
he turns over and on top so that his hands press against the mattress, her in between. without another word, he leans back in–––and he can feel the heat inside his over-worn hoodie when she welcomes him back in to another lengthy kiss. it’s as if this ire inside him that he kept dousing with buckets of water grew into something too big and uncontrollable, and now he can’t help but to free all the held-back impulses. god damn it, bona. he grumbles just a centimeter away from her lips, his hair grazing against her forehead.
“you looking at me like that is such a foul play.”
