Just Pentagon things

BBQ~ Changgu (day nine)

Tori POV:

"My gosh I love Korean food," I say, practically smacking my lips whilst eating fork-fulls of bulgogi. The taste of freshly grilled meat savoring between my lips. Changgu and I were on our fifth date—no kisses—but a few hugs here and there. At this moment we were in a park, well secluded with trees. Usually you can see a few people a good distance away, but the park was as empty as a bottle of water in a desert.

Changgu's smile lights up his face as he busily works the grill, cutting and turning over meat with scissors and tongs. He doesn't say anything as he cuts another piece of meat, and neatly slides it onto my plate. I peer up to him and give him a shy smile—mostly squinting my eyes. My mouth is still full of juicy, delicious meat when Changgu starts to speak.

"I love girls who can eat," he smirks, placing yet another piece of meat on my plate. Changgu nods to the bowl of kimchi in front of my plate on the park bench, "take some more kimchi too."

Without question, I pick up a piece of bulgogi and kimchi, then shovel them into my mouth—the tastes causing me to bounce more violently up and down, dancing to the song of the wonderful tastes inside my mouth.

Changgu breaths a slightly condescending, but teasing snicker. "If i knew eating made you this happy I'd feed you all day!"

I roll my eyes, then pick up another piece of bulgogi and kimchi between my chopsticks. Making sure the food is secure in between, I do a brief shake before holding the food up for Changgu. There's a few beats that my efforts go unnoticed, but as soon as he does, he cocks an eyebrow at me.

"For me?" He asks, pointing to himself with the tongs in his hand. Without a single thought, I nod my head rapidly, and do my best to lift the food up to his mouth. Changgu meets me halfway, and wraps his lips around the chopsticks; they come out clean.

Not looking at him, I set my chopsticks in my hand again, salivating at the thought of another piece of the immaculate juices and smoke flavor in mouth. Then, unexpectedly, I hear a moan—Changgu's moan. The sound makes me hault in my path of motion—staring blankly at the food in front of me. It's not only the unexpectedness of the sound that made me pause; but how beautiful it sounded.

One little moan got me worked up. A single, barely audible, moan was the cause of the snowballing thoughts of my mind. Would that same sound occur if I kissed him? If I bit his neck, JUST at the right place? If I teased his lips, softly biting them?

"Tori if it's not too much," Changgu starts, still finishing his last bite of food. His voice heaves me back into reality, and I pick up another piece of grilled meat and place it into my mouth.

Changgu looks up from the grill, his gaze lingering on my mouth before asking, "can you feed me another bite?"

I don't know what makes feeding some as intimate as it feels. Maybe it's because you're near their lips? Or because when you feed them, that person is in a vulnerable enough position for you to decide if they live pass tomorrow. It could also be because food is a thing the human body needs. And the giving of nutrients from one organism to another is symbol of care.

Or I could also be thinking way too deeply about this.

"Not at all Changgu!" I shake my head, jaw still chewing on the last piece of meat I gave myself. When I turn to lift the chopsticks to his mouth, Changgu has stepped in front of the grill, and is bending down; calmly waiting for his food to arrive.

Gulping down nerves, I lift the chopsticks up to his mouth, while watching those pretty lips part for me; slowly parting and wrapping around chopsticks. I begin to pull them out of his mouth, and watch his pink, beautiful lips glide across the metal chopsticks.

And he moans again.

This time more audible, like he wanted me to hear it. As if he could see into my mind and understood how worked up I became after his last moan.

Still in shock, I place my chopsticks down and stumble, "W..was that you making that noise?"

Changgu doesn't answer me, and instead, finishes up the last of the meat left on the grill, and plops down next to me. So far in our relationship, me and Changgu have kept all touching to a minimal. So when his arm and leg touch mine—I try not to let the blush creep up on my cheeks.

He then crosses his arm, meaty biceps flexing on the table, and replies, "and if I did?"

"Then you'll have to pay for it..." I sneer, dragging a finger down his bicep, before turning my head to the side to meet his chocolate drop eyes.

Time slows as my eyes focus on his. Those chocolate drops slowly becoming pits of honey. Soon his eyes glaze over with lust, as I watch them roam over to my lips—his own tongue flicking over his lips. Tension thickens. And heart rates quicken,

Slowly our heads come together, before I'm met with the lips I've so badly wanted to kiss. His lips are a bit rougher, more fleshy than I imagined. The hungry press of his lips causes my entire body to shift towards him, revealing the front side of my body to him. On insinct, Changgu's hand travels to the back of my head as his lip busily please mine, pushing against mine at a pace no slower than perfect,

But soon, we're kissing too long. Too long for this to be innocent. In all honest, I wasn't going to be done until I made him moan like that again. I had to.

Softly nibbling his lower lip, Changgu parts for me—leaving enough of a gap for us to become lip locked. My hands rub up Changgu's arm, memorizing every line and crater. My left hand stops at his shoulder, while my right travels to the back of his head, and tightly wrap my fingers in his hair.

In response to my exploration, Changgu's hands rub along my stomach, stopping when they reach my hips. Every once in a while, he lightly squeezes my hips, then rubs circles into them. The third time he squeezes my hips, I tighten my grip on his hair until it's harsh, then yank his head back—our lips parting with a delightful smack.

That moan, there it is again.

I close my eyes, lavishing in the newfound sound, "if I could bottle up that noise and hear it forever...."

Changgu smirks, revealing a bit of my saliva dancing on his lips. "Seems as though Tori's got herself a new kink—"

'I DO NOT—"

Just as I begin to protest, he moans again. I wish there were words to describe it. How it's high pitched and needy, yet breathy and still sturdy. The masculine dominant sound still prominent, but the whiny, breathiness giving it the extra bit to send me over the edge.

I grip his hair tighter, yanking it back so hard I think his neck might snap. "Do it again you brat and I'll stop kissing you."

Changgu's lips press into a fine line as his eyes grow weary.

"Please don't stop."

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A/N: this chapter was getting waaayyy too long I had to end it. YOULL GET SPICY SCENES SOON I PROMISE!! JUST HOLD OUT A LITTLE LONGER!