PASTEL PINK || J.JK ✔

32| Night time kisses

Iseul hums, "rose gold one." She makes me smile as i fix my gaze with sole awe at her pretty eyes, i heave a hand up to her face, and i rub her smudged mascara which got under her skin a little. "Have you prepared dinner at home already, or will you go and make it?"

"I have to just go and heat it up, there's some left from the afternoon, so..." I smile, pulling her close body close to warm my one own with her soft curves, "stay with me for dinner, please?"

She sighs. "Mister jeon," she doesn't disagree with my body language, to my greatest pleasure, and eventually keeps me close to her torso, my chest liking the softness i feel against it which is forbidden yet to see closely. "I....i don't think i can..."

My heart aches, but i try to ignore the feeling anyways. "Why?" I move back, staring in her mellow green eyes from the closest, not being rude but just wanting to know the reason.

She stays silent, and disappoints me with this coldness creeping up at me. "Why? Is your mother going to be upset, or angry? Will she say anything, hmm? Or you just simply do not like spending time here with m-" I get what i wanted to, she stops my words right away and asserts, "no. It's not this..."

Her eyes glance up at mine. I  smile, touching a side of her face softly and make her look at me. "Sweetheart, what's the matter?" I put my hand down, and hold hers between mine to intertwine her hand, get her to give me some of her trust she won't regret, never. "If you don't tell me, how would i be able to know? Whatever's bothering you, you share it to me and get rid of it, uh." I smile to not let my words cause her any trouble, or pressure. She smiles too, but shakes her head. "I just feel like i should not stay here since you might have work too, and that would be difficult for you to cope up....later for work, so...umm, that's all."

Her words ending, i stare at her in complete for some seconds before i lick my lips, chuckling at her cute honesty which hurts me.

"Work?" I smile, holding her thigh, "i mean, yes. I do have a lot of works i am resting on, but that's okay because those aren't as important to me as you. And for the works regarding school, i've finished all them for tonight." I don't hesitate to elaborate if this only makes things better. I tell these all, "and if you stay here with me, to be honest, i'm not exaggerating....but i feel more energized than when i am all alone."

My words getting her smile to widen with each echo it leaves, she inches closer to me, and kisses my forehead very cutely, assuring me that she understood, without actually telling me.

12 am

I go into my bedroom, the place where she is, and i purposely crinkle this ice cream wrapper to make her attention fall on me. Iseul turns to me, but hides the novel under the pillow quickly as if she didn't want me to see that she's spying up on this not so nice novel.

"What were you doing?" I get to her, but pass by her to sit down on the edge of my bed, being discreet enough to not let know that i saw her reading my erotic novel. "Uh, umm..."

"Nothing. Which flavour is this?" This sneaky one quickly comes to me, changing the topic and taking the packet of ice cream i hand her. "Yours is strawberry, and mine is chocolate. That's fine right, or you wanna exchange?" I confirm with her, but she smiles sweetly while shaking her head, and opens up the wrapper, not waiting before taking it into her pretty mouth.

I silently open my wrapper, and take a bite of this icy sweetness too, picking up the novel she hid under the pillow to continue reading it while she's busy playing with the cute lamp i have on my nightstand, i put on my glasses but take glimpses of her from time to time.

She plays with the swing on which a small cat toy is sitting, and it reminds me of how i almost forgot to feed my poor little cat in the evening. "What are you reading?"

This girl hops to my side, her cute excitement transparently visible to me as i turn to peek at her lips, licking mine, the words of the book moving inside my head and causing some feelings of dimness. "Reading from what you were holding some minutes ago." I scoff, reading her face on which the secondhand embarrassment seems clear, her warm redness crawls to her cheeks. "I didn't see inside."

She pretends to be clean and innocent minded, when i for sure know she's sick just like me when it all comes to sexual.

"Hmm," i don't fight, or tease her, giving her some space before she gets comfortable enough for me to crack any kind of sexual or dirty jokes. "What does this mean?" Without any warning, she raises her hand to touch the sensitive inked skin of my nape, but i look at her without flinching, "it means flourish, it's written in Japanese."

I get to know she does not know Japanese well, and this seems totally normal. I believe she's great in Korean instead. That's okay.

"Oh," she smiles shortly, but moves back, i wish the imprint of her touch lasted a bit more though. "I'm sorry, i'm not too good in Japanese." She cutely bites on the melting tip of her ice cream, but it drips down on her clothes. "That's fine, you shouldn't apologize." I get her some tissues, and she hurries to wipe her skin, my eyes travelling down to her thighs as her checked short skirt rode up, i look away.

I eat my ice cream, and turn the page forward to read further about this dominant man who's actually just being a jerk right now, thinking he's too good.

She goes up to throw the tissue away, and feeling done for today, i close the book to take off my glasses and not strain my eyes anymore. "Come sit here." I get over the bed, holding the ice cream which is almost done, and she smiles, but crawls up to me. She sits down astride me, just above my abdomen, but i behold my arousal, and let this moment just indulge softness all in the air.

I sigh out, and glance down at her neck. She takes a peek at me, but fixes her eyes down on my chest, unable to maintain the eye contact i want her to. I do not say a word, and i get my veiny hand up to drift it on her thick soft thigh squeezing my hips in the most warmest way. I press softly on her soft skin to feel it, and i smile at her once she gazes at me.

"You want a kiss?" I stare at her in stupefy, but give in to the grin, i lick my lips gently and look down at her red lips sucking on the pinkish white cream, the melted liquid dripping down her hand doing no better to my poor heart, i gulp down, and i nod.

Iseul smiles, licking some of the cream left on her lip. I terribly feel the urge to place something else instead of this ice cream in her fist, but i should be patient and not hurry up.

Seeing her not move or do anything she conveyed she'd give me, i frown, and inch up to her. But this one slides down rolls away from me, playing again, dammit. I raise my knees up to hide the boner which would be easily visible to her since she's a nice observer, and i get up to go catch her ass as she's laughing, "what?" She speaks, in between eating the last bit of her ice cream.

"You come here right now." I stand opposite of the bed, and she's on the other side. I point my finger at her, and don't give a shit about her eyes peeking down at my body, she must know a little about what she holds over me.

"N-" before she speaks further, shaking her head, i get to her, and block her way so she does not leave. And we both have this small moment full of the playful tension between our eyes.

I inch closer to her as she thinks to escape, and i grab her wrists, the last bit of ice cream making a huge mess, dripping down on me too and ending it's existence wholly. I tower her, but she licks her creamy and sweet lips, smiling with a breathless sensation going inside her chest as i hear her heartbeat getting louder. I walk back with her to the wall, and once she sticks her captured hands up at the wall, i bend down to end this feverish temptation we both similarly feel.

I push my lips on hers with need, love, and an urgency which cannot be guessed for what.

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