« prompts 11 + 14 + 46 : huang renjun »
warning: suggestive
[17:51] “god fucking dammit,” you groan, dumping the once-again-failed recipe into the trashcan before going to make more. you’ve been attempting to make dinner for renjun tonight, but things aren’t going as well as you’d planned. first, you didn’t measure it right, then you undercooked it, and then you burnt it even though you barely cooked it longer than the second try. in frustrated haste, you pick up the pan from the counter, but it only knocks down the glass bowl you had sitting beside it. you gasp and your heartbeat picks up, increasing even more when you notice renjun standing in the doorway.
“shit, i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to drop it,” you sputter out apologetically, frantically picking up the shards and throwing them away. “it’s okay, babe.” his eyebrows come together as he gives you a smile, holding his hand out to pull you up. he pulls your body up against his, leaning back slightly so you can still look aat each other.
“no, it’s not,” you respond angrily in a voice much louder than you’d meant. “i’ve been trying to make dinner but it’s not turning out how i wanted and then i broke the bowl and i just—”
“god, you’re so fucking hot when you’re mad,” renjun interrupts, causing you to look up at him in shock.
“seriously? i’m trying to rant and that’s all you can think about?” you hit his chest and attempt to get away, only to be pulled back in place as he laughs at you.
“hey, hey, i’m just joking...sort of. if you’re really that worried about dinner, though...” he trails off, scrunching his lips together and looking up, pretending to think, “i know a way you can make up for it.”
he looks at you, eyes now slightly hooded as his tongue darts between his lips to run over them. you just scoff at him, but he remains unaffected, serious with his offer. “renjun, if that’s what you want, just fucking kiss me already.” his head dips down to look up at you.
“if you insist, babe.” wrapping one arm around your waist and the other bringing his hand up to the nape of your neck, renjun brings your head closer and locks his lips with yours in a quickly-heated kiss. your lips harshly move together in sync, and you let out a small sound when his tongue brushes against yours when you take a breath. your hands run up and down his chest as his slide down to rest against your ass, giving a light squeeze and pressing you up against him to let you feel. he groans at the pressure, pulling away to take you down the hallway.
“don’t worry, babe. i’d just rather finish this somewhere more comfrtoable.”
