When the Clock Strikes|Pi Han Ul x Reader|

(S02) Chapter 31

His eyes darkened slightly, and before I could say another word, he caught my bottom lip between his teeth, tugging lightly, making heat pool in my stomach.

“Oh?” His voice was amused, playful. “What’s that? I didn’t quite hear you.”

I narrowed my eyes at him, but before I could retaliate, he dipped lower, his lips brushing along my jawline, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

“Han Wool—” I started, but my words melted into a sharp inhale as his mouth found the sensitive spot below my ear.

He chuckled against my skin. “I love how you say my name like that.”

“I hate how smug you sound,” I muttered, though my fingers were already curling into the fabric of his shirt, betraying me.

He nipped at my earlobe before pulling back just enough to look at me. “You love it,” he murmured, thumb tracing along my lower lip before he kissed me again, deeper this time.

The pressure of his lips, the way his hands moved—like he had every intention of making me forget how to breathe—sent warmth spreading through me.

Between kisses, I managed to mumble, “You—mmh—always do this.”

“Do what?” he murmured, his lips dragging lower, brushing along my throat.

I swallowed hard, gripping his shoulders. “Make it impossible to think.”

He grinned against my skin. “That’s the goal.”

I exhaled, still feeling the ghost of his lips on mine, my chest rising and falling in sync with his.

Han Wool rested his forehead against mine, his breath warm against my skin, and for a moment, neither of us spoke.

Then, he murmured, “You always taste sweet.”

I huffed out a small laugh. “It’s the lip balm.”

He pulled back slightly, his eyes flickering to my lips. “Hmm. What flavor?”

I smirked. “Guess.”

He leaned in, brushing his lips against mine once—soft, teasing. Then again, a little firmer. I felt his tongue dart out, grazing over my bottom lip before he hummed.

“Peach,” he said confidently.

I blinked. “Okay, what the hell?”

He grinned. “What?”

“How did you—?”

“I know you,” he said, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “You’ve been using peach since we started dating.”

My heart did a stupid little flip. “That’s… kinda creepy.”

Han Wool chuckled. “You love it.”

I sighed dramatically. “Unfortunately.”

I leaned back against my seat, exhaling softly. The night air was still, the silence between us easy. Han Wool shifted, resting his head back against the driver’s seat, his hand still absentmindedly tracing circles on my thigh.

“Thinking of causing trouble again?” I murmured, tilting my head toward him.

He smirked. “Always.”

I rolled my eyes, but the warmth in my chest was undeniable.

“I’m thinking of making Harin hate me,” he said casually, as if discussing the weather.

I blinked. “What you mean?”

“If she hates me, she’ll break things off,” he explained, his fingers idly pressing into my skin, his touch slow and teasing. “And if that happens, I can buy some time.”