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min jaesung, xxii, ur fav gamerboi

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“i’ll even share my pizza with you,” she drawls magnanimously, as if he hadn’t paid for it at her prompting. she’s flushed still and god she’d been so close to cumming, but she’ll manage - its hardly the first time some fuckboy has left her hanging, and its likely not to be the last. 

[minjaesung-blog]

he’s smug when he turns to face her, leaning back casual against the door and holding the pizza box strategically above his boxers to hide his dick. it’s only then he remembers the deal, points out his win to her proudly, as if he hadn’t just came accidentally and collapsed on top of her right after. she counters him, tries to take his win away but he argues back easily as he pushes himself off the door and follows her to the kitchen. “that wasn’t part of the rules, you liar. all you said was to last until the pizza gets here,” he pauses to pat the box twice before setting it on the table, “and i did.” it’s a technicality at best, but a technicality he’s willing to stubbornly fight for if it means keeping an ounce of his pride -- not that he isn’t overstocked with pride already, but still he can’t stand to lose any. “over there,” he answers behind her, gestures towards a cabinet and moves to open it. she gets to it first, though, grabbing two plates and quickly turning around before he can step back. up close and without all his attention focused on an ache between his legs, her flushed cheeks catches his gaze easily now. he smirks at the sight, brings a hand up to cup her cheek and swipe at warm, reddish skin, speaking low, “thanks -” 

“- you’re too kind, but are you sure? i’m sure it wasn’t cheap,” he continues sarcastically after a brief pause, letting his hand fall back down to his side. a snort punctuates his sentence before he turns to pull out a chair for her, settling himself into the one across it and throwing the box open. “anyway,” he starts, taking one of the plates from her and filling it with a few slices, “since i won, next time i get to do whatever i want.” his grin is impossibly relentless, melting only when he takes a bite and the cheese pulls stringy from the pizza as he pulls back. but it returns easily after he’s swallowed it, crooked before he adds, “can’t back out now, babe.”

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at least until, abruptly, there is the ring of the doorbell, the pounding of a fist knockign at thin plaster, and she muffles a disbelieving laugh into his shoulder, gasping when his hips stutter erratic forward, grinds herself against the length of his cock when he swears low in her ear. “go get the fucking pizza, jae.” she teases in his ear, as if she won’t ache with longing the moment he slides out of her, groaning soft against the curve of his ear, biting lightly at the curve of his neck. “hurry up,” she adds lightly, slides her hand around to smack against the curve of his ass, biting back a laugh at his reaction.

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this was a bad idea, he thinks belatedly after several thrusts into her. he could’ve held on, he thinks. could’ve just as easily enjoyed sliding his tongue in and out instead of his goddamn cock because now he can feel the waves of pleasure surging through his veins, can feel the arm wrapped around her back going weak. but he’s been hard for who knows how long now and so he also thinks he deserves this. besides, she’s trembling and moaning in his hold and he can feel the throb of her against him, and he thinks she’d be stupid to not want this again regardless. so he breathes hot in the crook of her neck while he thrusts and thrusts and -- 

there’s a ring on the doorbell, followed by knocks pounding against the door and jaesung swears immediately, “god fucking damn it.” his hip still moves forward, awkwardly so until he stutters to a stop, allowing himself to catch his breath. except, she has the opposite idea, grinding herself against him and he swears again through a low groan, a half laugh, “you’re an asshole.” his body is still buzzing, pleasure running through his veins and he closes his eyes in an attempt to regain himself before answering the stupid door. but just when he thinks he’s crafted some semblance of composure, he feels the smack of her hand and all at once his hips twitch forward, sliding his cock (still far too sensitive and throbbing) back deeper inside. it pushes him over the brink, has him coming inside the condom with a stuttered groan, hot and breathy into the soft skin of her neck. his arm slides off her, the other buckling beside her head until he falls unceremoniously on top of her, pushing the arc of her back down into the cushion. she’s laughing and he wants to retort, but his heart is going a mile a minute and he can’t stop breathing heavy and loud until he manages to slide his eyes open, lifting himself back off of her and sliding his cock, softening and sensitive, out. 

he parts his lips to say something, but the rapping against thin plaster is relentless and he wants it to stop. so he forces himself up, steadies himself before tugging his boxers on and reaching for his wallet on the side table. his hair is disheveled, bangs sticky, forehead glistening, and his breath is still heavy and loud, but he answers the door with a casual smile anyway, greets the flustered pizza man with a, “hey,” and completes the transaction easily as if his cock wasn’t still twitching into softness against thin fabric. in less than a minute, he closes the door behind him and turns to face her with a stupid pizza box in his hands and a grin that reads far too smug, “i told you i could last until the pizza guy gets here.” 

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when he starts to move in her she groans, leans up to bite at the curve where his neck and shoulder meet, sucking a bruise into place half to return the favor from before and half to stifle the whimpers, the embarrassingly eager little mewls that each thrust of his hips draws out of her, nails painting lines in pink, red against tan skin.

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he half regrets telling her his name because now she won’t stop using it, won’t stop purring variations of it and god he might have just developed a kink for hearing his name moaned through her voice. because when she asks him, jae, to fuck her, he shudders, throbs harder inside her and even a heavy bite on his bottom lip can’t stifle the groan that slips free, “fuck.” he knows he’s already embarrassingly close to coming but when her hip arches, he slips an arm under and holds her closer anyway as leverage to slide in deeper. this has him exhaling sharp into her neck while she bites, sucks, and he shudders a breathy laugh, still thrusting slow and holding her flush against him. “no marks, jackass,” he strains breathily, repeats her words back to her in tease, a syllable paired with every thrust slowly increasing in speed. her nails drag across broad shoulders and he shivers, eyes fluttering shut because it’s so, so tight around his cock and it aches, lights his veins on fire until his hair sticks to his forehead and nothing slips from his lips but quick and heavy breaths. breaths that he tries to quiet by kissing the curve of her neck. or, he attempts to anyway, because after one press of his lips onto warm skin he thrusts harder and he can’t swallow the groan, head falling against her neck on a loud exhale. 

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“hot, its hot.” she mumbles, still in the bunched up layers of her hoodie, and she wrestles her way out of it, left in the thin layer of a camisole while he rips the package open, rolls it down his cock and draws her attention again directly between his legs, teeth sinking into her lowerlip. “c'mon, before the fucking pizza guy shows up.”

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i hate you, she says, but all jaesung can do is laugh breathy and voiceless against her neck because she promptly tells him to put a condom on. to fuck her. now. and, well, plenty of people hate jaesung, but most of them tell him to fuck himself, never to fuck them. so he takes it with a grain of salt, doesn’t bother to counter because he can’t think of something witty right now. not when she slides her hand along his shaft rhythmically and he thrusts into her palm for more friction, presses their lips together then parts to plead for the goddamn condom. she presses it into his hand and he lets go of her in a hurry, lets her fall back while he fumbles with the packet. he pushes his bangs back with the back of his hand, catching sweat before he manages to rip the damn thing open and throw the packaging on the ground. his breaths are heavy and his heart is loud while he rolls the condom over his cock, tries hard to ignore the ache with every throb. but it’s on now and he manages a small grin with parted lips, levels his gaze down at her and registers briefly that, damn, she’s hot. beautiful. both. he leans down over her, presses his palms on either side of her head and lowers his hips slow, catching her eyes being drawn between his legs and his smile is cocky once more, “ask me to fuck you again.” and he means to wait, to have her begging and whining his name, but he’s never been patient anyway so he reaches for his cock to guide it and thrusts. it’s tight against him, wet, and, god, it feels so fucking good when he slides in slow and he exhales sharp, eyes sliding shut while he slides back out, and in again, repeatedly. 

[fykimtaehyung]

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“but also, say please quickly.” she adds, breathless, laughing strained, “cause i want you to fuck me, jae.” she adds with a whimper, plays her gaze over him with a whine, through thick lashes. “like, right now. right the fuck now.”

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he’s rapidly losing all semblance of control with every stroke of her hand, with every whimper that reverberates in his ears. he’s desperate to hold onto it, but at the same time he’s not, groaning and swearing and thrusting into her hold because he needs more. “yeah, in the case,” he answers quick, paying no mind to her breathless laugh. she can tease him for it and he can defend himself with crooked grins and easy answers later, but right now he can’t help but focus on the hand working his cock, on the warm skin he catches between his teeth. he sucks on it briefly just to spite her before letting go to answer in tease, “too late.” he moves to kiss the same piece of skin, to slide his tongue over it, but her hand moves quicker and his breath catches in his throat, lips parting on a groan. 

he presses closer, the head of his cock grazing the lips between her legs and he tries to laugh, strained, shaky, “and if i don’t say please?” but then she arches up against him, almost begs him to fuck her, and, well, how is he supposed to say no to that? to the gaze she levels at him full of hunger and want? hunger and want that fill him, too? “fuck,” he starts on an exhale, sliding a hand up to push her hair back, to hold her by the cheek when he leans in to kiss her rough. their lips part quick, though, when he has to inhale sharp and draw his bottom lip back with a heavy bite, “just -- fuck -- give me the condom.” his thrusts into her palm begin to speed up then, the head of his cock dangerously rubbing against the hood of her. and god, it aches so bad that he parts his lips on a whine, on a plead, breathy and hot against her lips, “please.” 

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“condom or we don’t fuck.” she adds, gritted teeth as his breaths ring heavy, loud in her ears, in the quick space between them. she takes advantage of the momentary pause to drop her hand between his legs, replaces his fingers with her own, drags down his shaft. she works over him in slow movements, bites at the corner of her lip and drags the head of his cock against her, a movement meant to tease him but that all too easily has her groaning soft.

[minjaesung-blog]

he might not know her name, but within maybe ten minutes of knowing each other he’s memorized the arch in her back, the shiver down her spine, the whimper of her voice. he memorizes them because he reacts near violently to every one, throbbing hard between his leg, heart beating rapid, loud, annoyingly so because he just wants to focus on the whine slipping from her lips when he slides fingers inside her. she stutters a curse and his heart stutters too, but he pulls his lips into a small, cocky grin at the reaction, because god he loves this. loves the way her eyes are shut tight, loves watching her squirm from his touch, his every stroke until he slides out and he loves her reaction then, too, when he hears the want in her groan. she wants this as much as he does, so fuck the deal, he thinks, grabs himself by the base to tease her with the head of his cock. his lips part as he fights himself, only taken out of his thoughts, out of the loud beating of his heart, when she groans again and tells him to put a condom on. 

he flicks his tongue over his lips in preparation to counter with some witty remark, to buy him some time before having to put a condom on. but before he can speak, the smug pull of his lips melts when she slides her hand down his shaft and he catches his bottom lip hard between his teeth. he groans into a breathy half-laugh, eyes shut tight while he breathes out a, “fuck.” he pauses before he manages to slide his eyes open lazy, fixing his gaze on the part of her lips when she groans until he points out, “this is definitely cheating.” not that he minds, honestly, evident when he thrusts his hips slowly, sliding his cock through her hand, grazing her but not entering. and, fuck. he really doesn’t care about the deal anymore, so he breathes disjointed sentences because all he can think about is the slide of her hand, the wet of her skin, “side table behind you. phone. i mean, fuck-- i have a condom there. just. grab it.” he knows he sounds stupid, knows that the cocky image he’s built in the past minutes has crumbled into a sweaty mess. half of him doesn’t care at this point, but the other half moves to lick his lips and lean down to press them against her neck, to grab skin between his teeth and let them go, breathing hot into her skin, “now.” 

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“h-hang the fuck on, this is d-” the sentence stops abruptly with the slip of his tongue, punctuated with a poorly stifled moan, “ this is cheating–”

[minjaesung-blog]

she’s crumbling under him and god, he loves it, thrives off it, would even get harder off it if his cock wasn’t already standing firm at full length and aching for release. it pulses hard with every whine that slips quiet from her lips, from every word she throws out in a bid for control. he won’t let her regain it, though, counters her every counter through strained breaths, answering against her lips as he pulls her closer, “good, ‘cause i don’t think you’ll be able to.” not that he thinks he can either, but she doesn’t have to know that. so he get off her briefly, slides his boxers down and pulls her shorts down too, gets back on the couch with knees on either side of her and cock in between begging to slide inside any goddamn part of her. 

but he restrains himself. somehow. leans down in an attempt to get her just as desperate and needy as he is, spreads her legs to fit his head between them, to slide his tongue against her and revel in the sharp inhale that follows. she yanks at his hair and he looses footing for a split second, pulls in a breath and slides his eyes open from the suddenness. it only has more pride swelling inside him, though, pulls his lips crooked before he slips his tongue inside her and swirls it slow. he pulls out a minute later on an inhale, moves quick to replace his tongue with a slender finger because he doesn’t want to give her the benefit of relief. he rubs it slow against her as he looks up with lazy eyes and a bottom lip caught between his teeth, breathes out amused, a belated reaction, “is it really?” his finger slides inside before he finishes his thought slowly, sliding another finger in while he speaks low, hoarse, “well, i never said i was any good at following rules.” and this time he doesn’t lie, evident in the way he shifts abruptly, pulling his fingers out of her to grab at the base of his cock and lean forward to rest it atop her clit. his lips part on heavy, loud breaths and he grazes the head of his cock against her, fights every urge to slide it in.

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she points out, breathy, lets her eyes slide closed and her back arch slow, a groan that pulls free, twists into a breathless, “mm, jae - just - take them off,” and yeah, okay, its half for his benefit - and half for hers. there wasn’t anything in the rules about her getting off, after all.

[minjaesung-blog]

maybe he is cheating, but he has a feeling he’ll get to do whatever he wants later regardless. because he sure as hell can’t be the only one wanting this desperately, not when she’s consistently shifting beneath him. still, he wants to prove her wrong for the principle of it, even though his body keeps betraying him with heavy breaths and slow thrusts against her through thin fabric. fabric that he stubbornly keeps on because he’s not sure he can trust himself without them. but she challenges him and he can’t turn it down now, lifting his lips from her neck to breathe into her ear, “eager, aren’t you?” he laughs quiet, lets go of her wrist to press a finger to her cheek, to tilt it so their gazes meet before he leans in and speaks against her lips with eyes fluttering shut, “oh i can manage you for twenty more minutes just fine -- can you, though?” this is a lie but he speaks easily, smugly before he kisses her rough, hungry when she lifts her hips and he wraps an arm around the small of her back to press them closer together.

“alright, alright,” he answers through airy laughs, setting her back down against the couch as he gets up to slide his boxers off quick, lets them sit on the ground while he gets back onto the end of the couch quick, knees on either side of her legs. “now it’s really not fair,” he grins, reaches for the shorts he haphazardly tugged half off earlier and pulls them all the way down, slides them off her legs and tosses them behind him. “a little better,” he adds, hands sliding up her leg to separate them before leaning in and pressing lips onto her inner thigh, then further up. and a little more, until he reaches the hood of her clit and slides his tongue slow above it, once, twice, three times before slipping it in.

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“i think you’re cheating.” she half-whispers, a laugh breathy on her lips.

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he’s barely done anything but god everything is hot, so hot. his blood, his skin, her skin, her breath blowing against him when she stutters and his lips twitch crooked in reaction. he starts to glisten once more beneath sweat curled bangs, his body’s vain attempt to keep him cool even though he wants this heat, seeks it out when he slides himself against her. he curls his balmy hand tighter around her wrist with a groan when she arches up to meet him, and he has to remind himself he’s still got almost twenty five minutes to go. shit. he pauses then, though his cock still pushes hard against thin fabric resting just above her, slides his eyes open and answers breathy, “cheating?” his voice is straining, words finding his tongue much slower now that his mind can’t stop focusing on the rapid pulsing between his leg, but still he manages to point out, “you never said i couldn’t do whatever i wanted before the pizza got here, too.” the grin on his lips is smug again, but his breathing is heavy and hot and he thrusts himself against her again. and again. and again, repeatedly, slow but steady as he leans in to press his lips into her neck, a fruitless attempt to stifle the groan that finds him and releases hot and raspy into her skin. still he grabs skin between his teeth, tugs lightly before letting go and burning kisses down the length of her neck, slowly sliding her wrist up the more he leans down. 

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"oh, can I? too bad you can’t.” she informs him idly, shifts her feet to press her heels to the arm of his couch, uses it to leverage herself up, grinding against him as his hips press down against her. their lips fit together and she groans, tongues tangling and a whine breathy in the back of her throat as she shifts, slides a hand down soft, tan skin as the other hooks behind his neck, pulls him in closer. she fits the other hand down between his legs, curling against the outline of his cock, spins her thumb against the head, a tilt to her lips that reads wicked. 

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he laughs, barely, breathy, and answers in the same strained breath when she grinds against him, “oh don’t worry, i can stay hard long enough to do whatever i want.” he’s not sure who he’s trying to convince more, her or himself, but he can’t find it in him to care, instead shifting to get on top of her, immediately pressing the outline of him against her until she lifts to meet him and he groans quietly. their lips meet to stifle his groan, to satisfy the hunger he’s been trying to satiate that entire night, and his hands roam from the softness of her cheek down to the fabric still covering her sides. 

“i don’t need to take it back,” he informs her easily, parting their lips on an exhale, hand sliding back under her hoodie, her shirt, “but i do need to take these off.” he slides his hand up her side, pushing the fabric up with it in an attempt to take them off, but she pulls him closer and he gladly meets her lips again until he feels fingers swirl against the head of his cock through thin fabric. his mouth just barely parts from hers to let out a breathy groan against her lips, thrusts himself slow into her hand, and he feels the tilt in her smile. he wants to laugh, but he just hums instead, eyes sliding open lazily as he slides his hand to her shorts, “or this, it’s only fair since i’m almost completely stripped.” he smirks while he tugs them down, pulling her panties with them and letting them hang crooked halfway down her thighs. his tongue flits quick between his lips as he reaches for the hand on his cock, grabs her by the wrist and pressing it into the couch. he fits the outline of him against her, grinding slow against the hood of her clit, a moan, husky and low leaving parted lips. 

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“tell you what, you make it until the pizza gets here and you can do whatever you want.” she’s confident enough that he doesn’t stand a chance, evident in the grin that curves her lips.

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jaesung is far too sensitive now, her every move lighting a fire within him, her every word pulling his lips into a relentless grin. he’s desperate and she’s attractive, and, apparently, far too willing to give him just what he needs so he holds onto this lest she change her mind, wraps fingers around her waist. “if i see something i want,” he starts, pauses on a shaky inhale, “i waste no time in getting it.” maybe she’s right, he thinks briefly, because his cock is throbbing painfully against her, his body rapidly growing warmer, burning into her skin while he slides a hand down her waist and onto the hem of her shorts. and he wants release now, not in thirty minutes. 

he doesn’t want to give her the satisfaction, though -- well, he does, just not the satisfaction of being right. so he scoffs, lifts his hips again to meet the grind of her own, “you must think too highly of yourself if you think i won’t last thirty minutes with you.” so far, he doesn’t think she’s wrong but he’s not going to admit that, instead moving to slide a hand onto her neck when they kiss. he parts his lips, attempting to part hers too and slide his tongue between them, but she’s gone before he can and he leans forward, eyelids opening slow, a frustrated exhale of a laugh leaving him. “whatever i want?” he asks, returning his hand down to her shorts, sliding inside to tug at the lining of her panties, “challenge accepted, i’ll make you regret these words. or not regret them, maybe.” he winks lazy, lets go of her panties to slap them back against her skin and shifts abruptly to regain control, to press her back down into the couch, bringing his legs up to straddle her with a lop-sided grin tugging on his lips. “you can take it back anytime you want, you know,” he offers though he leans down, grinds his cock against her shorts while pressing a palm down beside her head, his other cupping her cheek rough as he leans to press his lips against hers, wasting no time to part them now and sliding his tongue to prompt hers open. 

[fykimtaehyung]

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 “silly jaesung, you spend too much time watching your kinky porn and not enough actually fucking, huh? poor thing.”

[minjaesung-blog]

cliché porno meeting or not, he does think this is a fitting way for them to meet. how he’s decided that within minutes of knowing each other is beyond him, but he has an inkling that this isn’t the first cat and mouse game they’ll play. not when she laughs and his immediate reaction is to smile crooked, amused as he answers, “if it’s free things you want, there are plenty of things i can give you on the house – or in the house. or outside. wherever, i’m not picky.” then she hits him in the thigh, lets her fingers rest there, thumb circling on thin fabric that he belatedly wishes he never put back on to begin with. and, yeah, this isn’t the last game they’ll play if jaesung has any say in it. he tries to convince her of this too, hand sliding to the back of her neck, voice breathy and hot against her ear when he whispers, chuckles soft. he aims to lean away after sliding his tongue between his lips, parts them as if to tease her again, to continue prodding her for a name because ‘stranger’ isn’t enough for him anymore.

but she has other plans and before he can move away or say anything, she’s on top of him, legs on either side of him and his hands instinctively move to catch her by the waist. the abrupt shift catches him off-guard, has him grow harder still between his legs, pushing hard against the thin fabric that separates them. his tongue slips out once more, glides slowly as he breathes audibly and slides his hands under her hoodie, fingers curling around her slim waist. he thrusts his hip slowly, barely against her on an urge, on a hot exhale that he ends with a smug grin and, “do i not? because it looks to me that i already have a lot of control over you.” he slides one hand up to the dip in her side, pushing thick fabric up with it. a laugh, quiet and short, leaves his lips as she sweeps his bangs aside and he slides his hand further up, into the middle of her back, curls his fingers around the strap of her bra. “maybe,” he shrugs, though his face still reads far too prideful, “but maybe you can change that, yeah?” he unsnaps her bra with his last syllable, grins wider still before swallowing and pulling her down, even more flush against him, by the waist.

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 "but thanks, jaesungie,“ she pitches it dismissive, maybe patronizing. but he’ll probably just get off on it.

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this feels very much like a porno he’s watched before, jaesung decides to his own amusement. from the hot neighbor knocking at his door and coming in despite his shameless advances, right down to the proximity they’re at now, arm thrown around her shoulder with a smirk on his face. “are you sure about that? what if, instead, i make your fantasies become reality then, hm?” he questions, hand still hanging around her shoulder, trying to ignore the wish to just tug off the damn hoodie she’s wearing. he has half a mind to attempt this, but he has some manners and self-control. and, more importantly, she pulls him out of this train of thought with a light punch onto his thigh. he shifts his gaze from the roll of her eyes down to the loose fist on his leg. a fist that unfurls slowly. maybe it’s because he’s tense right now, having been pulling at his cock just minutes ago, but he can’t help but fixate his attention on the thumb rubbing idly into his boxers. his eyes are drawn to it easily, his senses seemingly only able to feel the circling of her finger and not the way his teeth have sunk deep into his bottom lip. and, god, he really needs to get off soon if this simple indirect contact just keeps turning him on even more. 

“doesn’t seem like you can wait to me,” he manages smugly, cocking an eyebrow when his eyes tear from her fingers and back up to her eyes. eyes that he’d love to put a name to if she’d stop acting so coy. but then, he kind of likes this challenge, quite likes the way his name drips informally from her lips. “jaesungie,” he repeats softly, thoughtfully, almost, as if he isn’t just trying to get her to say it again. he slides the arm around her shoulder just enough for his elbow to bend, hand settling on the nape of her neck, briefly stroking his fingers slow on soft skin. his hand shifts once more, moves to pull her hair out the way, tucking dark strands to the other side of her and around her ear before he leans in closer. he pauses for a second, breathes out audibly on purpose and lets go of the bottom lip he didn’t know had been caught between his teeth once again. “come on, don’t you want to hear me whisper your name?” he whispers hot into her ears, punctuating with a quiet laugh, a flick of his tongue over his own plush lips.