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ꗃ ⋆ ࣪ . i'm not even trying anymore » smut

warning; fwb!hyunjin, idol!au, both switches tbh, suit kink hehehe, hand kink i think, playful banter, oral (m rec), possessiveness, mention of oral (f rec), inspired by hyunjin's insta post with kilian paris slurppppp, this was self indulgent...

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"hello to you, too."

you catch the way his head cranes toward you for a kiss, but you maintain your distance—well, as much as you can considering you just straddled him and currently have him by the collar of his white button up. you want to be able to look at him all the time, whenever you want, and only you, like he's your personal model.

"hyunjin."

"hm?"

you look him in the eye, then switch up completely and fake cry into his shoulder. "why are you so hot?"

hyunjin giggles at your antics. "baby, what?"

"you know how much i love..." you look him up and down and have to hide yourself away in his neck once more. "... these outfits."

"you mean suits?" he guesses like he doesn't already know.

"yes." you grab his jaw in one hand and squish his cheeks. "suits."

he's trying not to laugh at you, but his mouth continues to slowly curl into a smile.

you let yourself indulge to the fullest, pawing at his biceps through the matching white blazer and working your way down to simply play with his hands, swirling the silver and gold rings.

this is hyunjin's weakness. you worshipping his body and obviously taking so much enjoyment and being able to touch him and admire him does things to his heart among other places.

he squirms under you, whichever hand you aren't toying with finding a possessive grip on your waist. "[name]." no response. "sweetheart," he all but begs.

you look up curiously and his tongue pokes at the corner of his lips as he smirks. "why don't you take my clothes off? i can treat you right and make you cum real nice if you let me."

never will you ever deny that offer... except right now. although it's tempting, you instead focus on his belt and begin to undo his pants. hyunjin is clearly trying to combat his silence by blurting out sounds in an attempt to form words, but he just can't bring himself to.

he figures you want him naked—he knows you do, it's very apparent—and tries to shuck his blazer but you grip his arms so swiftly and with such a passionate expression that his heart stops.

"leave it on," you order.

"but—"

"do you want your dick sucked or not?" you stare at him like a hawk, both his and your eyes wide for different reasons.

it fascinates him that a person could both scare him and make him unbearably horny at the same time. without words or breaking eye contact, he shimmies the layer back on.

satisfied, you go back to work, helping him pull his slacks down just enough to show his aching, clothed cock. you hiss for dramatic effect. "i think someone is enjoying this a bit too much."

"says the one who pounced on me all because of an outfit."

"it's not just an outfit," you correct him. "it's you. in a suit, for crying out loud."