He side-eyes you and your teasing little mock-salute as you sidle up to him. He's all uniformed up now, but you know what his arms look like under those sleeves. You saw him at the gym that morning. And if he didn't want you to make a big deal out of it, he shouldn't have let you see him. He knows how you are. And if not, you fully intend to remind him.
"Don't flirt with me now." He's blunt. As usual. "I'm working."
"All business, huh?"
"You should be, too. Keep the banter for later. Eyes on the prize."
"My eyes are most definitely on the prize." You grin at him over your own cheesy line.
He rolls his eyes. "We're professionals. Get your mind out of the gutter, yeah?"
"Oh, me? I saw that smirk just now, Gaz. You can't hide it. You like this."
"Rubbish."
"I saw it."
"I'm a professional, and I'll treat you as such, all right? If you want flirting, you'll get flirting. If you want a kiss behind closed doors, you'll get a kiss behind closed doors. But when I'm on the job, all that's going on between us is work. No double entendre. Proper work. That clear?"
Of course all you really hear is the middle bit. You flush and grin wider. "You promise? Okay, boss. Whatever you say."
He rolls his eyes and turns away. "Thank you. Now, are you ready to get dirty?"
"Oh, come on! You phrased it like that on purpose that time. Don't lie."
"Then we're even. Ready?"
"Ready."
"That's a good girl."
He turns away before you can say a goddamn word about that or the little smirk on his lips.
Maybe you'll get him back after the debrief if he doesn't get you first.
one of my friends and i (platonically) flirt CONSTANTLY and it’s so fun and today i was asking her what class she had next and she said “your anatomy” and when i tell you i was STUNNED that was CRAZYYY
Pairing: Jung Wooyoung (Ateez) x GN!Reader; Genre: Slice of life, suggestive, hinted Relationship AU, hinted Romance; Rating: nsfw, 18+, MDNI; Warnings: a sexual pick up line, some cursing and mentioned activities; Wordcount: 286
Summary: You thought you’d heard every last pick up line in existence - none of them being even remotely successful. But Wooyoung, the one who held your heart already, surprised you with one line that made you gasp.
A/N: A friend used that pick up line on me... and yeah... I just had to...
You sat on the couch and scrolled through your phone, barely paying any attention to Wooyoung, who roamed around your apartment like he lived there too. Which he kind of did with the amount of time he stayed over - not that you were complaining or anything.
Wooyoung popped out of your kitchen with a bag of chips in his hand, leaning against the doorframe as he watched you. “Do you know what’s better than 69?”
You piped up and stared at him, needing a second to register his question. While Wooyoung stared at you with a smug grin, your brows furrowed in confusion.
“88.”
You narrowed your eyes and tilted your head to one side, not understanding how that number could be any better than a number which had obvious sexual innuendos. “How?”
Wooyoung pushed himself from the door frame and walked over to you, the smirk still prominent on his lips. He then kneeled down between your legs and looked up at you. “Because you get 8 twice.”
A loud gasp slipped past your lips. You dropped your phone into your lap and clasped one hand over your mouth, feeling the heat crawling up your neck and to your cheeks. “Fuck”, you cursed through your fingers, “that was smooth. Damn.”
Wooyoung laughed, delighted he got such an expressive response out of you. He pushed himself up and pried your hand away from your mouth to kiss you, despite the shit-eating grin on his lips.
“If you weren’t already sleeping with me every other day, don’t think it would have been too effective”, you mumbled against his lips as you pulled him closer.
Wooyoung chuckled lowly: “I got something out of you. That’s more than enough.”
soap pick up line where reader goes up to him and says
“do you like magic? because ive got a rabbit and a wand we can use”
risky, so very risky
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Soap peers at you, frowning over his pint glass. "What's a rabbit got to do with magic?"
Your teasing smile falls into a look of disbelief. "Are you serious?"
"Is this a joke or are you trying to waste my time again?"
"The rabbit from a hat trick?" You grope for the right words to explain. You didn't think there would be cultural context required for this pick-up line. "It's like the stock stage magician trick. How do you not know what that is?"
Soap scoffs, swirling his beer and turning his barstool so that he's leaning back on the bar and facing the other patrons. "You're takin' the piss. Rabbits don't fit in hats."
"That's why it's a trick. My God. Are there no street magicians in Glasgow? No silly magic shows?"
Soap takes a swig of his beer, looking amused by your reaction. "Wouldnae know if there were. Got better things to do than pay money to watch some dunce dressin' up rabbits."
"Unbelievable. Who do you hire for birthday party, then? Don't say clowns. No kid wants a clown."
"Dunno. Do people actually still hire out for that? Thought they'd moved on to high-tech shite. Video games." He cracks a grin and leans back with his elbows on the bar behind him. "Clown doesn't sound so bad. Maybe we hire you for a gig like tha'?"
"Hilarious."
He shrugs. "Suppose you could hire one of those fortune-teller types who can read your palm and talk to animals."
"What? That sounds fake."
"Right, so you're saying rabbits do fit in hats?"
"That's not what I mean and you know it. They don't do parties."
"Aye, I swear they do. I thought about gettin' certified myself before joinin' the military. Make some extra cash. Thought I might like to be a cat whisperer."
You feel yourself make a face. "Why?"
"You really wanna know, hen?" He takes another sup of beer, but now there's a wide smirk on his lips. "You sure?"
"Why are you saying it like that?" You pause for a beat. "Why cats?"
"Same reason you've got yourself a wand and a rabbit, hen." He leans in. "Cause I know exactly what a pussy needs."