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·: ♱ TAKE A BITE - 𝐘𝐉𝐖

p. yang jungwon x fem!reader w. 479 genres & cw. suggestive!! (17+), strangers kissing in a telephone booth how romantic, touching, nothing explicit or graphic! notes. leftover brainrot from the cherry won photoshoot ( + ib by "take a bite" by beabadoobee)

red, bitten lips move over yours. sweet like cherries and ever the fascination. you have to force your eyes to focus when you pull away to breathe, praying they don’t marvel blurrily at the vision pressed up against you in the telephone booth long enough to miss the moment. 

rich, chocolate hair falls over his eyes in neatly messy strands. there’s an angularity to his jaw; in the set of his eyebrows. he is sharp lines and edges, offset by kind eyes and rosy cheeks. you giggle drunkenly against his mouth, although there’s not an ounce of alcohol in your bloodstream.

“what’s so funny?” he murmurs as his ministrations move down to trail along your jaw, bruising. his lips are hot against your skin, enough to have you tipping your head back against the glass in pleasurable agony. it’s dark outside, probably some time around midnight. warm city lights glitter in the distance, but not enough to illuminate the booth completely. 

“nothing. you’re pretty.”

he pulls back from your jaw, his lips glistening as he stifles a laugh. there’s something distracting in his eyes, an owlishness that manifests in the way he blinks at you like you’re something to figure out. 

“you can barely see me, though,” he says, tilting his head. there’s a funny feeling in your stomach, sweet and sticky, only made worse by the molten texture of his gaze, like the very concept of not having his mouth against your skin is driving him quietly insane. you purse your lips, eyes tracing the soft curve of his chest in the dim lighting, visible only by the grace of his fitted black button-up.

“i can see you just fine,” you hum, catching the glint of smooth, honey ochre reflecting from the city on his hair. “you’re so gorgeous i could bite you.”

something charming settles over his features, a beautiful smile edging along the curve of his mouth. it tugs up at one side.

“ask nicely, maybe.”

your eyelids grow heavier with desire by the second, a combination of the saliva on his lips and the cologne he’s wearing that permeates every single one of your senses. it’s intoxicating, almost as much as the way his sharp eyes train themselves on you, his lashes downcast.

you’re not sure where the lines blur. what you do know is that with every smear of your red lipstick against his neck, or every shuddering groan you pull from his pretty lips, a thousand rapturous fires burn in your throat. his hips are flush to yours, hands roaming your waist. your pulse throbs in your ears, the feeling of his fingertips brushing against your arms like matches to flame.

“you gonna tell me your name?” you whisper, letting him slide his hands just under the hem of your shirt. they’re hot against your skin.

he smiles with his eyes. it lights up his face.

“that’s no fun, is it?

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