⋆ 🦢 think twice ; h.hj

                                    

                                          
Smut
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"Think twice before you think you can tease me."
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  As you and Hyunjin walked to the car, the tension between you was palpable. The entire day had been a game of teasing, and you could see the frustration in his eyes. You smirked, knowing that your playful touches and lingering glances had pushed him to the edge.
  When you pressed your hand on his bulge while shopping, his  eyes had widened in surprise, but he had stayed silent, only biting his lip and glaring at you. You had been confident that he wouldn't do anything about it in public. Now, as you reached the car, you noticed a different look in his eyes, one that made your heart race with anticipation.
  Hyunjin opened the door for you, his gaze intense. You smirked again, stepping into the car with an air of innocent confidence. But as you settled into your seat, you could feel his eyes on you, the promise of what was to come clear in his stare.
  He got into the driver's seat and began to drive, his silence filled with tension. The car journey was quiet, the atmosphere charged with the unspoken. You were confused as he took a turn down a less-traveled road, heading into a more secluded area.
  When he finally stopped the car, you looked around, puzzled. "Why are we here?" you asked, your voice tinged with curiosity.
  Hyunjin turned to you, his eyes dark with desire. "Get in the back," he ordered, his voice low and commanding.
  Your heart skipped a beat at his tone, and you quickly obeyed, moving to the back seat. As soon as you were settled, Hyunjin followed, closing the door behind him. The space was intimate, the tension almost tangible.
  "All day," he began, his voice a dangerous whisper, "you've been teasing me. Touching me, giving me those looks. Did you really think I wouldn't do anything about it?"
  You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could, he was on you, his lips crashing into yours with a fervent need. His kiss was possessive, his hands gripping your waist tightly as he pulled you closer.
  "You think you can just get away with it?" he growled against your lips, his breath hot and ragged. "Not this time."
  His hands roamed your body, slipping under your shirt to feel the heat of your skin. You moaned softly as his fingers traced the curves of your waist, your back arching into his touch.
  "Hyunjin," you gasped, your voice trembling with a mix of excitement and nervousness. "I didn't mean to—"
  "Don't lie," he cut you off, his lips moving to your neck, kissing and nibbling along the sensitive skin. "You knew exactly what you were doing."
  Hyunjin's words sent a shiver down your spine, his voice a mix of anger and desire. His hands were firm on your hips, his lips relentless on your neck. You could feel his frustration radiating off him, a tangible force that only heightened your own arousal.
  "You knew exactly what you were doing," he repeated, his voice a low growl. His hands moved to your shirt, pushing it up and over your head. The cool air against your skin contrasted sharply with the heat of his body, making you shiver.
  "Hyunjin," you breathed, your voice a mix of apology and want. "I'm sorry."
  His fingers paused for a moment, then tightened their grip on your waist. "Sorry?" he echoed, a bitter edge to his voice. "You're sorry now?"
  Before you could respond, his lips were on yours again, the kiss fierce and demanding. His hands moved to your jeans, undoing the button and zipper with practiced ease before yanking them down your legs. The roughness of his movements only fueled the fire inside you.