his gaze slides to yours, shy at first, then warmer when he sees the way you’re looking at him. a tiny smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.

“what?” he asks, voice soft and a little husky from the noise around you.

you don’t answer with words. instead you lean in, one hand sliding to cup his jaw, thumb brushing his cheek. his skin is warm, almost feverish. those hazel eyes widen just a fraction, but he doesn’t pull away. if anything he tilts his head slightly, like he’s been waiting for this too.

the first kiss is gentle — just lips pressing, testing. he tastes sweet, like the strawberry soju he’s been drinking, and something uniquely sunoo that makes your head spin more than the alcohol ever could. then you tilt your head and kiss him deeper, slower, drunk on the feeling of his pretty pink lips moving against yours.

sunoo makes the softest sound, almost a whimper, and it sends heat rushing through you. his hand finds your waist, fingers curling into your shirt like he needs something to hold onto. you kiss him again and again, getting greedier, sucking his bottom lip between yours until it puffs up even more, all swollen and shiny and so fucking pretty.

when you pull back just enough to breathe, his eyes are glassy, lashes fluttering, cheeks burning red. those hazel eyes are shining so brightly they look golden under the party lights.

“again,” he whispers, voice wrecked. “please.”

you don’t need to be asked twice.

this time you climb halfway into his lap, one knee bracketing his thigh, and kiss him like you’re starving. your tongue slips past his lips and he moans quietly into your mouth, the sound vibrating through you. his hands slide up your back, pulling you closer, and you can feel how affected he is — chest rising fast, lips trembling against yours, those pretty pink lips getting redder and puffier with every kiss.

you bite his lower lip gently and he shivers, a tiny broken “ah—” escaping him. when you soothe it with your tongue he melts completely, head tilting back, letting you devour him right there on the couch like the rest of the world doesn’t exist.

someone whistles. someone else laughs.

you don’t care. sunoo doesn’t care either.

his fingers thread into your hair, tugging you back in when you try to pull away for air.

“don’t stop,” he mumbles against your mouth, voice all sweet and needy. “feels so good… your lips… you’re making me dizzy.”

you smile into the kiss and keep going — slow, deep, filthy kisses that leave his lips glossy and swollen, his hazel eyes half-lidded and shining with want. every time you pull back to look at him he chases your mouth, whining softly until you give in again.

by the time you finally ease away, both of you breathing hard, his lips are beautifully ruined — puffy, red, shiny with spit. he looks dazed, happy, completely drunk on you.

he rests his forehead against yours, brown eyes fluttering open to meet your gaze. a shy little smile breaks through even though he’s still panting.

“you’re dangerous when you’re tipsy,” he whispers, thumb brushing your bottom lip like he’s memorizing the feeling. “but… i really like it.”

you kiss him one more time, soft and sweet, just because you can.

“good,” you murmur against his puffed-up lips. “because i’m nowhere near done with these pretty lips tonight.”

sunoo’s eyes sparkle, a tiny giggle escaping him before he pulls you back in, letting you kiss him until the party fades into nothing but background noise and you can only taste the strawberry soju and him.

his pretty pink lips are going to be even more swollen by the time you’re finished with him.

and he’s going to love every second of it.

© jongst4r, 2026