Stray Kids one shots || honeyndwild

Jeongin | neck kisses

"Let's skip the lecture."

This smile of his. You know, the day will come and it'll become the death of you, this his smile. And he knows about it too. And he uses this advantage shamelessly, to the fullest.

"Really, baby y/n, let's skip."

You sigh, turning away from him, from his smile and from his pleading eyes. You need to breathe, you need a break. Stop the world, you need to calm down. Because this boy–

The stairs are empty and quiet. The students ran away, already hidden in the dusty classrooms, waiting for the lecture to start and end as fast as it's possible. But you're there, with him, on these empty stairs, alone. And you know you don't need to be there, on those stairs. And you know you can't skip. But he's too reckless to care. And also he misses you, you know it. But that fact makes it even harder for you to make a decision.

"Y-nnn," Jeongin whines, sitting down, leaning back on the stairs, his head against the cold stone. "Please, I'm bored."

You glance down at him, and bite your lips, annoyed at how funny, how breathtakingly beautiful he looks from this angle. Hair spread on the steps, his tie, tied so tight and neatly as if he's a good boy, contrary to the things he's doing right now, so shamelessly and freely. And you sigh, annoyed. More at yourself for falling for it. "I skipped too many times not to go today, baby," you stretch your arms, preparing for another long one and half hours. "I'm sorry."

"But I miss you already," Jeongin pouts, reaching his arms to you. "Come, at least sit with me. We have 5 more minutes."

You question it, whether you really need to go and sit with him. You don't like it, the look in his eyes. As if he planned something. But he stares more and smiles, and whines, and grabs your leg, hugging it slightly, and again, you give in. "Okay," you sigh, moving closer, ready to sit on the stairs. But again, Jeongin has his own plan in his head.

"The stairs are cold, sunshine," he smiles innocently, staring at you. "Sit on my lap instead."

You knew he would do this. Of course, how on earth he couldn't? And you chuckle, defeated, amazed by his impudence, "I swear, Yang Jeongin! If you'll ever–"

But he doesn't let you end your speech. Grabs you by the waist, pulling you on him. The second later you're on his laps, his arms on your legs, carefully fixing your skirt. You turn to face him, ready to scold him, annoyed, but it feels like he was waiting for exactly this moment.

His smile kills you for a thousand time. His hands move slowly up your waist and back, pulling you down, and then you're lying on his chest, his fingertips tapping your shoulder blades softly. "Is it better now?" He whispers, and you're so angry at him for making you feel everything you're feeling now, you just growl in response, annoyed. And he chuckles triumphantly.

You think he will stop now. You think he got what he wanted. You think it's going to be over in the remaining 4 minutes. But oh, God, how wrong you are–

He buries his face in your neck. Again, the casual action he loves to do. But the next thing he does makes your body stiffen. And you hate it, the immediate reaction it has to his slightest touch.

His lips on your neck. Moving slowly up and down, they trail the skin with small delicate kisses. His grip on your waist tightens, the kisses becoming longer, warmer, wetter. Making you lean on him completely. Making you close your eyes. Making you give up and smile, enjoying him to the fullest.

"Are you sure you still don't want to skip?" His whisper is soft, but you can still hear the mockery in there, dancing, annoying you to death. And you just growl in frustration, trying to get up from him, "Screw you, Jeongin!"

"Does it mean you're staying?" His laugh is loud and triumphant, the same as his smile and his hands, clutching on to you, making it hard for you to stand up. And you give up one more time, leaning in harshly, pressing your back to his chest, annoyed and angry as heck. "Just screw you," you bite your lips, trying hard not to smile. "Just. Screw. You. Yang Jeongin."