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˗ˋˏ LIVE・ˎˊ˗

synopsis: having just finished composing a song a few hours ago, jihoon starts a live on his phone to sing to those who are feeling a little lonely at night. little does he know, your sleeping figure could be seen in the corner of his little livestream, causing his fans to go crazy.

pairing: ljh x reader

genre: fluff

tags: established relationship, public relationship, idol x non idol

wc: 1.24k

a/n: just a little something short I barely remember drafting at 4am. I haven't written an imagine in months so this was a nice change c: also squeezing a little something out of my braincells before I let my brain melt during the concert in a few days ahhh!!

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“I don’t really do this a lot,” he whispers while leaning forward in his seat to stare into his phone screen he set on his desk, propped loosely between his mechanical keyboard and his miniature sound board. “I usually upload videos, but I wanted to sing to you on live today.”

Thousands of hearts and messages pop up one after another, and Jihoon quickly reads through them as best as he can. Most of them are greetings from fans who are slowly joining his live, and some fans ask him why he’s whispering.

“Why am I whispering? It’s past midnight,” he chuckles. “I’m trying to keep my voice low so I don’t disturb anybody.”

His studio lights are off, and the LED lights color his studio in a lazy purple haze. Fans can see him rolling his seat over to the guitar rack near his work desk and return with an acoustic guitar. He tunes his strings a bit before positioning the capo on the neck of the guitar. He opens his desk drawer to grab a silicone guitar mute to tuck under his strings.

“Are you all getting ready to sleep?" his voice is tender and loving in this interaction. He finger picks a simple but sweet melody as he continues, "I wrote this a few hours ago and just wanted to share it with you tonight. Maybe it’ll bring comfort to those who are feeling a little lonely."

Jihoon was never the type of guy to act so caring in public and private. The most care he would show was to slap you on the back once in a while if you did something right. But him singing his fans to sleep? Him offering comfort in a time of loneliness? These are actions he would never do on his own before you came into his life. Now knowing what it feels like to have someone by his side, to have someone he never plans on letting go, he's become more sympathetic to others. He openly worries and cares for those who need that extra comfort.

“Where’s Yn? Ahh…” he awkwardly scratches his hair and shakes his head so that his hairs fall flat against his head. “Yn’s sleeping right now.”

There are replies about him avoiding the question, but he smiles into his lap while he hugs his guitar closer to his chest.

Despite the fact that your relationship with him has been public for a while, the two of you still choose to keep your relationship to yourselves. As much as his fans want to know more about Jihoon's love life, they respect the privacy of others. However, anybody can notice the positive changes your relationship has on him.

He seems happier - not exactly floating on cloud nine. Jihoon is not the type to do so, but he simply seems happier than he was before. There's a subtle type of warmth he exudes. He's smiling more than usual and pushing Soonyoung off him less in interviews. One time he patted Soonyoung’s hair while Soonyoung was leaning his head on his shoulder. It weirded out the older boy so much that he avoided Jihoon for the rest of the day.

In his studio, there is a tiny framed polaroid of the two of you smiling, cheeks touching and faces squished together, that leans against one of his large Bearbricks standing on his white cubed shelves. One of his minimized tabs on his desktop is a page for a Polaroid film bundle that comes with a mini photo album and a string with tiny clips to hang the photos on the wall. He thinks it would look good on the wall above the couch with tiny fairy lights. He’d probably hang pictures of his studio guests and his pictures of you on the strings once he has time to print them out.

He tells his fans to wait a few seconds while he pulls up the lyrics he finalized after you fell asleep. With nothing in mind but singing the song he wrote with you to his fans, he pulls his keyboard close to him. His phone slowly slides backwards onto his sound board, and his fans see nothing but the ceiling changing colors in slow waves from purple to blue. They hear him click on his mouse a few times before softly gasping when he notices his fallen phone.

He mumbles his apologies while propping his phone against whichever surface he finds. His head turns away from his livestream, checking on something behind him, but he quickly focuses back on his live. The phone is repositioned in a new angle that Jihoon isn’t really bothered to doublecheck as long as he is in the frame. It’s already pretty late, and he doesn’t want to keep his fans up for too long.

The song he sings is very short. With a simple down, down, up, down, down strum pattern, he sings about the feeling of having somebody he loves fall asleep on him. He describes the fear of moving when someone is resting on his shoulder – too afraid to wake them up. He wonders if they’re dreaming about him, if the version of him in their dreams is a better version of the real him. Casting doubts aside, he ends his song on a note about the difference between dream him and real him is that they chose to be with the real him.

There is a small but cheesy smile plastered on his face as he leans forward to look at the comments his fans are leaving. However, his smiling face turns into one of blatant confusion when he notices the chat box moving a lot quicker than usual. He can barely catch the comments as they zoom upwards along the left side of the screen. His mouth drops open and his eyebrows twist in confusion when the only comments he is able to catch are keyboard smashes and people talking about themselves crying. He awkwardly thanks his fans for staying awake and waves them goodnight before ending his livestream.

When he locks his phone, he turns around to look behind him. He sighs in relief when he sees you sleeping soundly on his old couch. He puts his guitar back on the guitar rack and makes his way over to you. He quietly squats in front of you, laughing through his nose when he sees the tiny pool of drool forming where the corner of your lips touch the cushion you’re using as a pillow. He readjusts his large jean jacket you’re using as a blanket and decides to quickly clean up around him before waking you up to go home with him.

Little does he know the two of you are trending on Twitter. There are screenshots and recordings of his live from when he was singing. More importantly, fans are going wild about seeing you sleeping soundly in the corner of his screen. Not only that, they notice his jacket draped over you, and you’re hugging a pair of matching plushies fans have deduced are supposed to represent the both of you. Many have already guessed that there was another person in the studio with Jihoon when he started whispering in his large studio and turned around to check on something. However, many are even happier to find out that the person was you.

A few hours later, Soonyoung posts a screenshot from the live with the caption: “When will it be my turn?”

forever taglist: @jiminismybabymochi, @anissanightyoung, @bat-shark-repellant, @woozarts, @jaycheoluwu, @staysstrays, @soobin-chois, @anothershorthuman, @hoohoohope, @bibinnieposts, @candidupped, @purpleglassesenthusiast, @seokshook

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☆ spicy headcanons - woozi training you in the gym ☆

Woozi is definitely the kind of guy to initiate sex under the guise of “training” you in the gym. He’s all serious at first, checking your form and giving very specific instructions for each exercise. He’ll wear a sleeveless shirt so you can observe his muscles shamelessly. He’d grab your hips while you’re squatting or straighten your lower back with his hands and whisper “good girl” as encouragement.

Eventually, he’s pressing you down against a bench and having his way with you 🤤

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Listening in secret - Lee Jihoon

College student!woozi x reader (feat. Soonyoung being your wingman)

Genre: fluff

A/n: one for my favorite singer/producer 💙 (Not proofread enough) give me feedbacks

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You were alone in your classroom because you came in early. You usually come to school 30 minutes before your class start, since your house was near and you like to be alone.

You wear your earphones as you always do and listened to one of your favorite music. You started singing. You loved the echoe of your voice when you sing alone in the room. You removed one of your earphones and heard a guy singing along.

You looked at the back of the room and you were shocked when you found Jihoon singing along with you while scrolling on his phone.

"Why did you stop?" He smiled at you when you realized that you did stop singing.

"Huh?" Because of shockness, you didn't know what to say.

"Keep singing, you're really great!" He insisted.

"Thanks for the compliment, but no." You turned back to your phone and stopped the music.

"Why not?" He sounded disappointed.

"You shouldn't be talking to me, y'know?" You rolled your eyes.

Jihoon is famous for being the lead vocalist of your school's band. They compete with other schools and been the champion for almost 3 years, since he joined.

"Why shouldn't I?" He shrugged with his hands on his pockets.

You realized that he was already in front of you. You looked at his face while he smiles at you.

"You're famous in this school, and if they found out you talked to an average girl like me, it's either I get bullied or you lose your fame." He tilted his head and gave you a pout.

"Just like in movies?" He sounded sarcastic.

"yeah, just like in movies." You answered.

He look really cute and hot at the same time. You had a little crush on him since he has a great voice and plus he looks very attractive. But it all fades away when he became famous. You told your self that he was out of your league, so you stopped your self from having a crush on him.

"So that's why people sometimes avoid me." He mumbled to himself.

You still stared in to his deep brown eyes. That's when it hit you, you still like him. You heard a couple of people laughing.

"You should go back to your seat." You told him and he nodded as a response.

After that conversation, your classmates came one by one and before you even know it the class ended.

A few more days passed by and it was like the usual days.

"You'll be working with your partners, and I already assigned each one with their own partner." Your professor stated and then started calling the names.

"Since you don't have an even number for the class, one group will be working with three members."

You realize that you were not called earlier so you assumed that you're part of the last group.

"Those who weren't called please stand."

You stand up and looked around. You saw Jihoon also standing and looking at the board. You turned again and saw Soonyoung smiling at you.

"Great! I hope you all get along and finish the project on time." You sat down rubbing your temple knowing that it's gonna be a hard week for you.

After class Soonyoung and Jihoon approached you.

"Hey, y/n! What's our topic?" Soonyoung looks excited about being your partner.

"We'll think about it tomorrow." You smiled forcibly while packing your things.

"Huh?! Why not start today? Since I don't have taekwondo practice and Woozi doesn't have any band practice today." You looked at both of them. Soonyoung was still smiling at you and Jihoon was on his phone again.

"Well then, where will we study? My house is a mess today and I need time to clean it, before you come over." You lied.

"Let's do it in my house then." You and Soonyoung turned to Jihoon who's now looking at both of you with cold eyes.

As you were all walking to Jihoon's house, you just kept silent. Soonyoung did all the talking while both of you and Jihoon were not saying a word.

"I live alone, so make yourselves comfortable." Jihoon walked away to get something to drink.

You looked around, it's a big house to be living alone. Even if there's three people inside the house it felt so empty. You feel lonely. You stopped your eyes from roaming around when you felt Soonyoung watching you.

"What are you looking at?" You hissed at him.

"You like him, don't you?" Soonyoung smirked at you devilishly.

"Huh?!" At that moment you sounded defensive and your heart was about to burst out.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! You should've seen your face!" He laughed at you hysterically. Poking fun in you miserable state.

"Here's some juice, I'll just change my clothes. Feel free to use the bathroom if you need to." He went up stairs after informing and pointing us the direction of the bathroom.

Your eyes followed him as he walks away. You just sit there with Soonyoung absent mindedly.

"So what's the topic you've chosen?" You came back to your senses when Soonyoung speak.

"Oh yeah! I thought of Mental Health Awareness." You uncomfortably picked up the pen in front of you.

"Wow! I think it will be great if we use that topic!" He looked at you and smiled. His eyes almost disappeared. You smiled back and returned to what you were doing.

Days passed by and everything was going well as planned. You change places from Jihoon's to Soonyoung's and now it's your house.

You and Soonyoung get along with each other very well but when it comes to Jihoon you still distance your self.

"When will you tell him?" Soonyoung wakes you up again from your senses.

"Tell who what?" You innocently turned to him, hoping he wouldn't notice.

"Oh come on! You're still uncomfortable around him and now is our last day on working together."

"Your point is?" You still acted as if you don't know what's he saying.

"Yah! if you're still gonna keep this to yourself, you're the one who's gonna have a hard time." Soonyoung looked at you sincerely.

He knew from the start that you really like Jihoon but you always denied it. He didn't believed you every time you deny it, though.

"You know what, I hate you." You told him and smiled.

"I love you too!" He sarcastically replied back and smiled.

You knew that after this day everything was gonna be different for you and Jihoon. As you thought that, little did you know, Jihoon was listening at the other side of the door.

"I love you too" He heard at the other side as he was about to knock.

When he heard Soonyoung said those words he stood frozen. The first girl that ever caught his attention in school, was already with someone else.

This passed few days Jihoon knew something was different between the two of you and Soonyoung. You were too close with each other. He didn't got to knock on the door and was about to go and text Soonyoung that he can't come. But the door suddenly opened.

"Jihoon?" You were puzzled.

'Did he just arrived? Or.....was he gonna go?' You thought to yourself.

"Oh! Y/n, I was just texting my band mates." Jihoon smiled at you, and you know that it was just for show.

During the study nobody was talking to each other, not even you and Soonyoung. You caught Soonyoung glanced at you meaningfully. He also felt something was wrong. But he didn't said a single word.

The day of your presentation, you all decided that Jihoon will be the presenter. All of your classmates listened carefully and was amazed on how he presented the research. After the presentation, all of your girl classmates went straight to Jihoon.

"Oh my gosh! You were so great!"

"You explained everything so well!"

"You look so cool in front!"

You heard all of their compliments, but it was making you feel jealous. You can't tell him that he did amazing, because you were anxious and shy.

"I'm gonna head out now." You looked at Jihoon who was now standing in front of you with Soonyoung.

"Oh! Aren't you gonna come?" Soonyoung asked him.

You looked at him confused.

"Come where?" Jihoon was also puzzled.

"Well, y/n said we should celebrate the success of our research." He said confidently.

You didn't said anything about a celebration, but Soonyoung was planning something and it made you nervous.

"Oh really?" Jihoon looked at you for confirmation.

You look at the both of them and saw Soonyoung mouthing 'say yes!'.

"Oh sure! Why don't you come? You we're really great presenting in front though!" Your voice became squeaky.

Soonyoung face palmed after hearing what you said.

"Okay, I'll just stop by at the studio to excuse myself. I'll meet you at the gate." Jihoon smiled and turned his back and walked away.

When he was no longer in sight Soonyoung nudged you on the side.

"See! He likes you too!" He raised his eyebrows teasing you.

"YAH! WHY DID YOU TOLD HIM THAT?! WE DON'T HAVE A CELEBRATION TO GO TO!" You playfully punched him on the chest.

"Yah! It hurts y'know! Anyway, I know a place where they serve great food." He was confident.

While walking to the restaurant only Soonyoung was talking. Like how the three of you were walking before the research study.

"So while we're waiting for the food I'll just gonna go to the restroom." Soonyoung looked at you with a 'you have to tell him now!' stare.

You grabbed his arm but he just shrugged you off and stood up and walked towards the restroom. You look over to Jihoon who was now messing with his phone.

"Uhm.. Jihoon..." You said making it sound squeaky.

He jumped from his seat startled. He tried his best to look cool.

"Yeah?" He said calmly.

"So, how's it going with the band?" You hated yourself for asking a stupid question.

"Oh, well, they're doing great. Actually, we have a last competition to join since we're graduating a couple of months away." He smiled at you.

That was the first time he smiled at you genuinely after the singing incident.

"That's great for you and your band mates." You smiled back.

There was silence after that conversation because Soonyoung came along with the food.

"So what did I miss?" He was already teasing you.

"Nothing too serious." Jihoon replied as he started to pick up some food.

"What do you mean nothing serious?" Soonyoung looked at you.

"Well he said that they have one last competition to-" Soonyoung cut you off.

"YOU STILL HAVEN'T TOLD HIM YOU LIKE HIM?!" Soonyoung bursted out.

"Soonyoung!" You tried to stop him.

"YAH! AND YOU STILL DIDN'T TOLD HER YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON HER?!" He turned to Jihoon.

Jihoon's eyes were wide because of shock.

"LOOK I'M TIRED OF BEING YOUR SECRET JOURNAL! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD! JUST TELL EACH OTHER WHAT YOU FEEL!" He catches his breath after bursting out.

You look around the restaurant and most of the people are looking at Soonyoung.

"I'm sorry," he sit back down after bowing towards all the customers and started to turn red "just confess your feelings for each other! It's so hard to keep secrets!"

"I like you!" You said at the same time and you both smiled.

While eating, the three of you laughed and listened to Soonyoung's story on how he kept everything to himself.

It turns out that Jihoon thought that you and Soonyoung were dating because of what he heard. After the meal, Soonyoung returned back to the school because he has taekwondo practice, but he didn't excused his self.

Jihoon decided to walk you home.

"So, I guess we'll see each other again, tomorrow." Jihoon said a little bit shy.

"Of course we'll be seeing each other! We're classmates!" You said trying to sound innocent.

"I mean as more than classmates or friends." He look down to his feet shyly.

"Of course we are." You smiled and hugged him.

You both were happy to be with each other and you're also proud of it. And just like the movies you ended up with a cliche ending.

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Know Your Worth

Request: Hello, could I request #9 with Seventeen Woozi ?

Prompt:

9) "I don't want them. I want you."

Pairing: Seventeen Woozi x Reader

Genre: Angst

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Your phone vibrated next to your plate, causing your friend, Ari, to eye it warily. "Why bother carrying your phone around if you never use it?"

"I don't know what you mean," you muttered, taking an uncomfortably large bite of your food. Strategically, this would keep you from having to phrase a rebuttal in what you knew would be an upcoming argument.

"You know exactly what I mean," she sighed, setting her fork on the table. She reached toward your device, but you quickly grabbed it, and set it further away from her.

Pointing to your mouth, you exaggerated your chewing before giving the smallest shrug.

"You're a menace," she groaned. Just as you thought she was going to pick up her utensils again and go back to safe dinner conversation, you nearly choked as she launched herself toward the opposite end of the table.

You scrambled in an attempt to get your phone before she did, but it took only a few seconds before you realized it was a lost cause. As she held your device, clutched protectively in her hands, she looked up at you with a grin.

"Who's the menace?" you croaked, finally finished chewing your last bite of food.

She ignored you and chose to unlock your phone instead. Narrowing her eyes at the screen, she looked back up. "What is your problem?"

"I mean, should we start with the childhood trauma or-"

"Don't be cute!" she gasped, flashing the screen in your direction. "Why, may I ask, do you have multiple unread messages from Woozi?"

"I cannot shut down my cuteness, Ari," you sighed, focusing fully on the plate before you. It had suddenly become much more interesting in the past few moments.

"Stop deflecting and tell me the truth!" she groaned. "I'm trying to live vicariously through you and it's really hard when you're sabotaging both of our dreams!"

You leaned your head back and tried to suppress a groan. There it was.

Reflecting back, the day had been just like any other. You had stopped at your favorite cafe for a cup of tea and ran into your friend who was not a friend. Jihoon was someone who you only knew by his order being called out by a barista, but in your head, he was one of your comfort people. You had a normal routine that he had fallen into. Whether it was waiting for your drinks at the to go area (in companionable silence) or sitting next to each other at the bar (also in companionable silence), you knew of each other in the barest of ways. He was an NPC in your life until he decided to slip you his number before leaving the coffee shop one day.

It took giving yourself a pep talk to finally text him. He was attractive and a great tipper (very important), but that was all you knew. In time, you learned he was a (self-admitted) bad texter, an emotional drinker, and someone who tended to keep his struggles to himself. The handful of dates you had gone on went above and beyond what you had hoped. Jihoon was incredibly kind, listened well, and was always considerate. His vibe was soft and something special that you could never relate to anyone you had met before.

Once you had finally grown comfortable with the idea of dating someone, you slowly began to tell your friends. It was then that their expectations slapped you in the face. You knew Jihoon was a musician and had even listened to his music before the two of you had grown close. The gravity of who he was, however, hadn't hit you until you started bringing him up.

"It wasn't my dream to date someone high profile," you muttered, shooting your friend a look. "I just want to be with someone in a normal way."

"He's still a human, Y/N," your friend whined. "I'm sure he's great at being normal."

"Yeah, but you're not," you huffed.

Taken aback, your friend tilted her head. Sliding you your phone, she crossed her arms. "And what does that mean?"

"It means that everything was fine until everyone started telling me about how famous he was!" you gasped, throwing your hands in the air.

"But that doesn't mean-"

"No," you cut her off. "It doesn't mean I shouldn't date him, but it made me realize just how much attention he got. It made me realize that he may be too busy, too famous, or honestly, too attractive to ever fall for me in the way I was for him."

"Y/N," Ari said quietly. You looked to her face and noticed her expression was remorseful. "I never thought my excitement for who you were dating would make you feel like that...I was more excited for you to be happy."

"Happy with an idol," you grumbled.

"I'm sorry," she squeaked. "But he's obviously texting you...he's showing he's interested. Are you really putting everything on hold because you have the dumbest friend in the whole world?"

"You aren't dumb," you sighed. "It's more about me than you. It just felt better to blame you."

"No, I made you realize something you never should have even thought of," she muttered. "Because you're the best and he could love the shit out of you if you let him."

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Taking a deep breath, you looked up at the sign dangling from the coffee shop that you had been regrettably going to for the past week. It felt awful sneaking around to places you knew Jihoon wouldn't be. The indigestion from the crappy drinks was second to the guilt.

Walking forward, you tugged at the door, and slid into the cafe. Pulling at the handle to close it behind you, you were surprised as it swung open again with force. Looking over your shoulder, you let out a whimper. Jihoon stood before you, white knuckling the edge of the door.

"So this is where you go to avoid someone," he said, deadpan.

If you could shrink into yourself and then melt into the floor, now would be a great time to do that.

"I'm not avoiding anyone," you whispered. The words already sounded like a lie.

"I never took you for someone who ghosted, Y/N," he sighed, shaking his head. Letting go of the door, he backed away, and let it slam in your face.

Shit.

Immediately pushing back outside, you were relieved to see he hadn't made it very far. Plopped on a bench, he was hunched over, and typing furiously on his phone. You tried to make yourself as small as possible as you walked over and plopped on the seat beside him.

"I know it may be a really bad excuse," you said quietly. "But honestly, it's not you. It's me."

Sitting up, Jihoon swiveled his head toward you and narrowed his eyes.

Yeah, you probably deserved that look.

"I've been in my head about us," you continued. "And honestly, my head is the worst place to be. All cobwebs and shitty coffee."

This caused a small smirk that ignited a bit of hope in your chest. If he was even the tiniest bit receptive, maybe he'd understand.

Actually, you were sure he would. He was Jihoon.

"I started talking to my friends," you grumbled. "Which was a huge mistake. They made me very aware that you were THE Woozi of Seventeen."

"You hadn't already noticed?" he asked. You could tell by his mannerisms that he was tired. Whether that was because of his job or you, you weren't completely sure.

"Of course I noticed," you sighed. "I just hadn't really...thought about it."

"I'm going to need some context to that one."

"You were Jihoon," you shrugged. "I knew what you did for a living, but that had very little to do with the version of you I came to know."

"My career is part of who I am," he said. "It's shaped me in a lot of ways."

"I recognize that," you nodded. "And I appreciate that side of you too. I guess I just hadn't really considered you as a celebrity or anything. You were just this guy I met at the coffee shop and thought was cute."

"Is there a reason why I can't be both?"

"Yes," you grumbled. "Because a celebrity and a boy who gave me his number are two things that could not possibly correlate."

"I am so terribly lost that I don't even know how you want me to respond, Y/N," Jihoon said, almost apologetically.

"You can't like me," you insisted. "At least that's what I thought. How could you like me? I'm no one."

Jihoon's mouth popped open and he stared at you as if you had just sprouted a second head. "Is that why you haven't been talking to me?"

"Well...yeah."

This made him openly laugh as he scooted closer to you. Reaching over, he took your face between his hands. Smiling sadly, he began to shake his head. "You thought I'd decide you weren't worth it."

"Or that some other person would come along," you said quietly. It was growing harder and harder not to nuzzle your face into his palm. "Someone more notable or better looking."

"I'm not sure if you've hit your head lately," Jihoon grinned. "But I don't want them. I want you."

"Are you sure?" you squeaked.

"Wasn't I the one who gave you my number?"

"Well yeah, but-"

"No buts," he said quietly, this time his face serious. "No if's, no maybes. You are worth every bit of attention I give you, and then some. You cannot equate your worth based on your lack of celebrity. Do you know how many celebrities I know who are worth absolutely nothing at all?"

You could feel the tears start to well on your lower lashes. You had been so incredibly clueless all along. You had learned Jihoon's heart and you should have known better.

"I'm stupid," you whimpered. "And I'm sorry."

Jihoon's eyes were so soft as he looked at you, like he could never make you understand. "You are not and don't be. Just talk to me. I know I'm not the easiest person to be with, but I will make it so damn worth it for you, Y/N. Just give me the chance."

Gasping out a choked off sob, you pulled his face toward yours. Placing a kiss firmly on his lips, you pulled away again to wipe the tears falling down your cheeks. Giggling, you realized you had gotten some on Jihoon as well. Reaching up, you dabbed at his skin with sweater paws.

Smiling like your chest would burst with happiness, you looked into his eyes. A smile was waiting there too.

Everything was going to be okay as long as you let it.

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[SEVENTEEN] 10th Mini Album ‘FML’ Official Photo

Credit: pledis_17 

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Blow ( me ) out the candles

Happy Woozi Day

Minors dni

Genre: smut with a little bit fluff

You're ready for Jihoons birthday, surprising him at work. You made him a little cake the present on the other hand will be a little special. Arriving at his Studio, you knocked softly on his door. Of course, you would rather spend time with him at another place but he his working. Opening the the door, you firstly kissed him deeply. "Happy Birthday my love." You smiled at him. "Thank you, baby. And i'm sorry we are going to celebrate for a little bit here." You assured him it's okay.

You light up the candles on the cake. "Blow 'em out and make a wish." You told him. He closed his eyes and blowed the candles out, looking at you with a mischievous smile. "I'm thinking, i'm going to tell you my wish or it won't come true." He then took you by your waist, pulling you closer and whispering in your ear. " i blowed out the candles but i'd rather want you to blow me." You smiled at him. " That was a part of your birthday present, so i will gladly do that." You lead him to his Couch, making him sit down. First your sitting on his lap, making out with him. Then you take of his shorts, sitting between his legs. "Spread your legs for me baby." Jihoon does what you tell him, you start pumping his cock in your hand, making his precum dripping down, then you start licking up and down before you take him deep making you almost gag. Jihoon kicked his head back with closed eyes, starting to groan and moan. "Fuck baby, your mouth always feels like heaven. Don't stop." It made you smile, you went faster, now using you hand to pump at his base, while you twirl your tongue around his cock. He couldn't hold back anymore, taking your head and fucking your mouth. "Sorry baby it just feels too good and you take my cock so well." Jihoon moaned out. His hips started stuttering and you knew he was close. You hummed and moan around him and this sends him over the edge. For him it was the most powerful orgasm he had ever felt. That's how hard he had to cum. After you pulled away, drool and cum on your mouth. Jihoon trying to catch his breath. He took you into his arms, starting to kiss you, tongue exploring your mouth, tasting himself. You kissed him back feverishly.

You two pulled away, looking at each other. He caressed your cheek softly. "Thank you y/n. It's the best birthday present ever." He told you. "Oh it's nothing but you deserve to feel good and relax."

Jihoon is now fully dressed again, when there is another knock on the door. Coming inside a curious Seungcheol and Soonyoung. Both looking at you suspiciously. "You two didn't have sex in here right? Because that would be disgusting now." Soonyoung asked. You and Jihoon sharing looks and started laughing. Making both Men shaking their heads.

The four of you started to eating cake, when Jihoon came closer to whisper in your ear. "I love you baby." You whispered an I love you back. And enjoyed the rest of the time together.

Happy Birthday to our cute Woozi 🍚🍑

Tag: my lovely @onlyseokmins

Note: i did not read it again, maybe there are some mistakes.

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a/n sorry bout how short this one is, work got all my time yesterday loll

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A Knight's Devotion - ljh

pairing: lee jihoon x gn!reader

genre: smut, royalty au (prince!jihoon, knight!reader), established relationship

warnings: minor mention of war, explicit unprotected sex, semi-public sex, handjobs, fingering, oral, multiple orgasms, praise, choking, minor humiliation?, probably poorly written dirty talk

w.c.: 2.7k

summary: two smut stories proving the devotion between you and jihoon

a/n: this is the smut that goes along with my fic “standing guard (of my heart)” which you technically don’t need to read to read this, but it will probably give more context for what’s happening

You haven’t seen your betrothed in over four months and you’re itching to hold him in your arms. You know you’re being a bit impatient but it’s been four damn months, you’ve waited long enough.

As you had suspected, the war had only gotten worse. Worse to the point that you were called to battle and had been gone at war until the other side finally surrendered. You haven’t seen Jihoon since your departure and it’s slowly been driving you crazy.

Now that you’re finally back in the castle, you’d hoped to get some time alone with Jihoon, at least to just give him a kiss hello, but you’ve both been pulled left and right since you got back. At this rate it will be next year before you see the man. You thought that with the war over you’d have more time with the prince, but that is living up to be a ridiculous thought.

While having these thoughts you glance out the window and catch a glimpse of familiar raven hair. You stop in your tracks and do a double take to confirm it’s who you think. You thank whatever kind of fate there is and you (very calmly and not childishly at all) sprint out to the garden courtyard.

You compose yourself before you stealthily walk up behind the prince.

“You know, it’s dangerous to be out here alone without a guard.” Jihoon jumps slightly before whipping around. His face softens when he sees who it is.

“Y/N!” He all but throws himself at you. “I missed you so much.”

“I know,” you murmur as you bury your face in his neck. “I missed you too.” You turn your head to place a kiss on his jaw. You continue to press kisses against his chin until you reach his lips.

Jihoon’s fingers grip your shirt tight as he pulls you closer, deepening the kiss. The kiss is slow but burning with passion as your lips move against each other’s. It isn’t until you feel your cheeks dampen that you pull away.

Jihoon’s eyes are watery as he stares at you, his fingers still holding onto you with a death grip. You don’t think you’ve ever seen Jihoon cry before and you’re quick to bring your thumb up to brush his tears away. “I hate you. I hate you for being a hero and going and fighting for the country. You should have just stayed here and guarded me.”

“I know,” you tell him in a soft voice. “But they needed me.”

“I needed you,” Jihoon pouts and you let out a soft laugh.

“Let me make it up to you,” you say. Jihoon looks at you confused but you don’t say anything else, pulling him back into a kiss.

Jihoon doesn’t complain, accepting the push of your lips against his. You gently swipe your tongue over his lips and Jihoon complies, opening his mouth for you. You lick into his mouth before your tongues tangle for a moment. You hear Jihoon moan and you smirk before pulling away.

You move your head down so you’re eye level with Jihoon’s neck. You press your lips up against his warm skin and start to suck, just hard enough to stimulate the prince but not enough to leave a mark. Jihoon slides his hand up into your hair and fists your hair. You lick a stripe up the column of Jihoon’s neck so your lips are right next to his ear. 

“My poor stressed out prince,” you whisper to him. “Left back home to worry about his lover while they’re out fighting for him.” You nip at his earlobe and you hear Jihoon’s breath hitch. You smirk before you go back to mouthing at his neck. “I’m sure you’re so tense from all that stress. Let me take care of you.”

“Y-Y/N, please,” Jihoon says, his breath ragged.

“Shh, I’ve got you.” You move back up to take Jihoon’s lips again. This time it’s needier as Jihoon presses into you desperately. You don’t mind his eagerness though, taking your time to bite and suck at his lower lip.

There’s a swell of pride in you as Jihoon gasps softly. That fact you can make the heir to the throne like this with just a bit of heavy petting goes straight to your core.

Your hands move to his chest so you can unbutton his jacket and then his shirt. When more of his skin is exposed you attach your lips to his pale pec, this time sucking a dark purple bruise into the untouched skin. As you suck marks into your prince’s chest, you lower your hand to cup him through his pants.

You can feel his harden cock under your palm as you rub it up and down against him. Above you, Jihoon lets out a low moan.

“Y/N, please.”

“Please what Jihoonie?”

“Please touch me. I need you. I need you so badly,” Jihoon begs and that’s all you need before you unbutton his pants and slip your hand into the fabric.

Your fingertips trace his length and you feel him twitch before you finally grasp him in your hand. His skin is warm and you start to stroke him as your mouth nips at his jaw.

“There hasn't been a day where I haven’t thought of you, my prince. It’s been so hard to be away from you. It drove me crazy, thinking about you.” You start to pick up your speed, fisting Jihoon’s cock tighter as you do. “Being by your side everyday satisfies something in me, but being away from you leaves me with a raw, burning hunger. You don’t know what you do to me, my prince.”

“M-misses you, so much,” Jihoon babbles. “Kept thinking ‘bout you too.”

“Aww, my pretty Jihoonie.” You brush your thumb over the slit in his tip and Jihoon hisses. “Did you think about me while you did this? Tell me, Your Highness, did you touch yourself with thoughts of me in your mind?”

“F-fuck, yes. So many times. Wished it was you instead of just my hand,” Jihoon admits.

“What a good boy,” you coo. “Cum for him.”

And that he does. Warm, thick seed covers your hand as Jihoon shakes in your arms. He’s panting when you slide your hand out of his pants and lick the white substance off. When you look back at him, you stifle a giggle. You’ve never seen the prince so disordered. His hair is a mess and his chest is littered with dark marks. His pants are still unbuttoned and his face is flushed.

“So naughty, my little prince,” you mutter. “Cumming in your trousers, out in the open as well. What if someone saw? You’re going to be the future king, you know.”

At your words, it seems that Jihoon finally comes to his senses. He quickly fixes his clothes and straightens out his hair, the tips of his ears turning bright red as he does.

He clears his throat, pretending the last five minutes didn’t just occur. “If you will excuse me, I have some matters to take care of. I will see you later, Sir L/N.”

You laugh at his formality. Everyone in the castle already knows of your engagement, but you let it slide to save Jihoon from even more embarrassment. The garden courtyard is rarely walked by as it’s in a more secluded part of the castle, which Jihoon is aware of, but you don’t mention it.

Jihoon quickly turns on his heels and starts to walk away. It isn’t until he’s back at the castle entrance when he turns around. He marches back up to you before pulling you down into a searing kiss. “It’s good to have you home.” That’s all he says before he disappears and you can’t do anything but grin.

Later that night, you and Jihoon are caught in an intense make out session when he pulls away from you.

“Y/N-ah, let me make love to you.”

You stare at Jihoon for a second, blinking at him. You can see him start to doubt himself so you quickly respond (a bit breathless), “Okay.”

You and Jihoon have touched each other before, whispered each other’s names in the dead of night when you make each other come undone, but you’ve never gone farther than using your hands on each other. 

With your acceptance, Jihoon slowly pushes you down onto the mattress, crawling over you as he does. When you’re settled on the bed, Jihoon grinds down against you and your breath hitches. You can feel how hard he already is as his hips push into yours. Jihoon’s hands slip up your shirt to brush over your stomach before he’s pushing the shirt up your whole torso and sliding off your body.

“My pretty, pretty knight,” Jihoon murmurs. You whimper, and you wonder if Jihoon has ever heard anything so pathetic before. His lips ghost your neck, his breath leaving goosebumps in their wake as he trails down your torso. “So good always. Protecting me. Following my commands. Winning a war for me. So perfect.”

When he finally gets to where he wants, his mouth latches onto your chest, not quite on the nipple, but a few inches over. The sensation is still stimulating though, sending pleasure to your brain. His fingers dig into your hips, massaging the skin there.

Soon his mouth moves over a bit, taking your nipple into his mouth for real this time. He sucks and licks at the bud and you try your best not to move too much. Your fingers dig into the sheets as he continues to tease you, your body growing hotter and needier by the minute.

“A-ah, oh, oh fuck, Jihoon~” Your breath comes out in pants and whines. It’s honestly a bit ridiculous, how the prince is able to affect you, an esteemed knight, in this way. Jihoon’s fingertips brush up and down your side and you moan again. You briefly wonder if Jihoon is actually punishing you for earlier, teasing you and humiliating you until you fall apart.

“Does that feel good, my love?”

“N-need more.”

“More? More where?” You gently push his hand so it slips into your pants and between your legs. Jihoon smirks.

“Oh I see. So you want me here?” His finger trails across your entrance and you gasp and whimper a bit more.

“Yes, yes, oh Jihoon yes please,” you beg.

“Hmm, as tempting as that sounds, I think I want to taste you first.” Jihoon places one more kiss on your lips before moving down your body until his face is level with your crotch. He pulls your pants and underwear off and tosses them carelessly on the floor.

You’re fully bare to the chill of the air, but you barely notice with the way your body is burning up. You can’t help but get a bit aroused at the way Jihoon is still fully dressed, tending to your needs first before his. He leans down and kitten licks at your most sensitive part and you gasp and buck your hips up.

Jihoon chuckles at your reaction before continuing. This time he wraps his lips around the head and starts to suck. Your leg muscles tense as his mouth works to make you come undone. His hands rest firm against you, burning into your skin. The longer he stays between your legs, the more your breathing becomes labored.

He pulls his lips off you to lick at you a few more times, the feeling of his warm, wet tongue against you driving you crazy. You can feel him smirk a bit before he goes back to sucking.

“J-ji, please, I’m so close,” you mutter as you reach down to bury your hands in his hair, guiding his head further. You’re dripping by now and it mixes with Jihoon’s spit as he works even harder to get you to climax.

Your whole body is brewing with pressure as you get closer and closer. Your tipping point is when you feel Jihoon’s fingers prod at your entrance before one slowly pushes into the hole. The intrusion of his thick digit has you releasing, making a mess of Jihoon’s face.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty Y/N. You’re so good for me,” Jihoon praises you.

Despite just climaxing, he doesn’t pull his fingers out of you, only pushes them further in. You gasp and twitch as he slowly starts to pump his fingers in and out of you. Your mind is already a bit foggy from your previous orgasm, but it doesn’t seem like Jihoon is going to give you time to recover.

“You’re so tight baby, shit. Have to open you up.” His fingers pick up speed as you start to loosen around his fingers. “That’s it. So fucking good for me.”

You spread your legs a bit more to give Jihoon better access as he rubs his free hand up and down your thigh. He continues to coo at you as he ruins you on his fingers. You’re desperately needy by now, wanting more than just his fingers. You tell him that too and he just smirks. You don’t think he’s going to listen to you until finally he pulls his fingers out of you and stands up. You whimper from the lack of stimulation, but it doesn’t last long as the prince quickly shucks off his clothes and moves to line his cock up to you. The marks you left on his chest are dark and angry and it fills you with pride. You can't focus on that for long though, because Jihoon is grabbing your hips tight and slowly pushing hit cock into you.

Even with loosening you up previously, his cock is thicker than predicted as it stretches you out a bit as it goes in. You moan freely as he bottoms out in you, his balls bumping against your skin. He grabs one of your legs and hoists it around his hip before he starts to pull out, only to slam right back into you.

“H-holy shit Jihoon. Oh fuck, fuck. Please. Please fuck me.”

“Anything for you,” Jihoon whispers to you before he starts to thrust into you. 

Jihoon’s hand wraps around your throat and you can’t do anything but whine, the pressure of his fingers against your neck shooting pleasure through your veins. You bring your own hand up to grasp his bicep, holding on to stabilize yourself in some way.

Jihoon leans down to kiss you and you greedily accept, grabbing his face to pull him close, not wanting any space between your bodies. His hand loosens its grip on your neck to move to cup the back of it to cradle your head. Your lips slide against each other as you try to stay focused, but your mind is starting to go fuzzy from pleasure.

Jihoon can tell this and smirks as he reaches down and hoists your legs onto his shoulders before starting to fuck you even harder. You moan loudly as Jihoon starts to pound right into your sweet spot. His hands slides over your chest before he starts to flick your nipples.

“J-jihoonie, I-, fuck. Feels so good.” The words fall out of your mouth incoherently. Your brain is fogged at this point and you can’t think about anything besides the way Jihoon feels. “M’so close Hoonie. Lemme cum please.”

“Of course darling. Wanna see you come undone from my cock.”

That’s all it takes for you to release. Every muscle in your body tenses as you climax. You dig your nails into Jihoon’s biceps as you do, but he doesn’t mind, just continues to fuck you through it. When you finally come down from your high, your body melts limp into the bed.

Jihoon pulls out of you and cums all over your stomach with a groan. “Fuck Y/N. So perfect.”

You’re still recovering as Jihoon uses his discarded shirt to wipe off your stomach. When he’s finished he crawls up to where you’re resting and flops down. You turn to face him and he smiles softly at him as he leans in to peck your lips.

“I love you,” he whispers.

“I love you more,” you whisper back and he rolls his eyes with a smile but doesn’t continue the never ending argument you’ve started.

“Thank you for coming home alive,” he decides to say instead.

“Thank you for giving me a reason to.”

Jihoon doesn’t respond, just pulls you into him again, connecting your lips in a soft kiss. You kiss him back, and relish in the way he holds you tight all night long.

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“his muse.”

jihoon was nothing but a lonesome artist in a rundown apartment. technically it was more of a studio than a home.

he never liked company, he enjoyed his alone time.

yet you were always there during his “alone time.” something about you being so quiet that he wouldn’t even notice you were there.

when you had met him there was nothing but awkward silences between you two. there was always an attempt on your end and never on his.

not until you had bumped into a exhibition. his exhibition.

suddenly the awkward silence had become into daily art museum dates and late night romcom marathons.

however there was always curiosity behind the art around his house especially the portrait of a face full of flowers.

whenever you’d pass by it, you’d try to understand the symbolism. identity crisis? lack of confidence? a memory that won’t get out?

jihoon confessed it was the last. there was something he wanted to forget or more like someone.

his muse.

“who is your muse?”

“my first love.”

there’s a funny sensation in your stomach as the word rolls off his soft lips

☆.

happy valentine’s day!

[keivnxde]

plsplspls jihoon and "a confession..."will you be my valentine?"" cant stop thinking abt it :(((

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valentines day event | hii thank you for sending in something!

it would be an understatement to say jihoon was nervous. he had planned everything, well kind of. he didn't want to be too elaborate on things because he didn't want to make preparations only for you to reject him...that would have really broken his heart. but when you show up to his house early, everything he planned just flew out of his brain.

"y/n hi!", he says, gulping. you start talking about how you're dreading valentine's day because of all the couples that are going to be in your face in college tomorrow and how it just makes you :\ seeing them all lovely dovely and being extra. you start talking about how you're going to be spending valentines day alone...again, sighing.

this makes jihoon look at you and the words leave his lips before he can think. "but you won't be alone this year", he says, making you look at him with slight confusion. jihoon clears his throat and speaks.

"y/n, i don't know if you've been able to tell but i like you...alot", he says, getting nervous as he runs a hand through his hair and you lean in closer as if it would help you understand what he was saying.

"so i was just wondering if you'd want to be my valentine?", he asks, as he looks at you. you don't reply for a few seconds and jihoon panics. "you can say no too, im not-", he starts but you cut him off.

"i-i like you too", you mumble. "and i'd love to be your valentine", you add giving jihoon a small smile. "really?", he asks and you nod giving him the affirmative he needed. he smiles shyly, his heart way too happy.

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For: a very sweet anon but tagging @bitchlessdino and @sluttymingyu bc it feels right

Rating: M (18+) | Word Count: ~3.8k

Warnings: crying (not during sex and not sad), first time together, communication, reader likes chan's muscles, grinding, kissing, biting, breast and nipple play, clit stim, fingering, oral f. rec., finger sucking, condomless piv sex, food/alcohol mention, chan is the perfect bf and loves u a lot

Reader Notes: has breasts and a vagina, wears a bra, no gendered pronouns or petnames used

Okay, Chan thinks he might finally have everything ready. 

He’s got candles, he’s got music, he’s got rose petals, and he’s got lube.

All of the essentials. 

You’re coming over soon, and Chan can feel his heart pounding, mind racing with thoughts of what could go wrong or, universe willing, what could go right. 

You haven’t been dating long, around three months, five days, and nine hours, Chan thinks, but he’s already so into you. 

The highlight of waking up is getting to send you a good morning text (and kicking his feet in bed at the sleepy selfie you send back). One of his favorite hobbies is planning dates; at first you’d worried that you weren’t contributing, but Chan reassured you that he lived for it (his pinterest board confirmed this). 

He enlists the help of his friends far too often, but he doesn’t think they mind. Chan’s pretty sure they think it’s cute and kind of embarrassing actually, which is how they love him most. 

He asked Soonyoung to help him choreograph an interpretive dance to show you his love, Mingyu and Seokmin to cook for your one month anniversary (Seokmin took it upon himself to act as entertainment), Jeonghan for flirting tips, Seungcheol for… money (and clothes!), and Seungkwan for a full supplement regimen because you mentioned being iron deficient once. 

He’d almost asked Jihoon to write a song that he could play during your first time together, but he thought that might be a bit much (he also didn’t want to share any details about your sex life without asking you, it felt disrespectful). 

Sometimes Chan wonders if he’s coming on too strong, but miraculously, you seem to like him just as much as he likes you. 

You text him all day, memes and pictures and things that remind you of him. You told him in the beginning that you want to hang out any time you’re both free, so he knows you like to be with him. You initiate cuddling more than he does, pushing him gently onto the couch and laying on top of him, petting his deltoids and sighing. 

You also always seem to know when he’s upset somehow: popping into the studio when he’s ready to tear up in frustration at not getting a move right; calling him when the guys’ teasing gets to be a bit too much; squeezing his hand over the gear stick when he starts to get anxious in bad traffic. 

You know him so well already, and Chan can only hope you feel like he knows you too. 

He’s about to know you even better, he thinks, and wipes his sweaty hands on his pants before heading to the door and letting you into his apartment. 

You look beautiful as always, radiant in your t-shirt and jeans, and Chan pulls you into a kiss before you can even say hello. 

He might be a little eager. 

(and a little hard) 

You kiss him back though, pressing your body up against his, probably feeling his dick poking into your stomach, but you don’t seem to mind. 

In fact, Chan thinks you might like it, your hand trailing down his chest to land on the button of his jeans, and he shivers when your nails scratch at the sensitive skin of his stomach. 

You break the kiss to grin at him, hooking your fingers into his belt loops to pull him closer before wrapping your arms around his neck in a hug. Chan squeezes you back, sighing into your hair and breathing you in. Fuck, how do you always smell so good? 

“Hi Chan,” you exhale, your body relaxing against him. 

“Hi baby,” he responds softly, feeling more and more of your weight resting on him. 

“Are you okay?” Chan asks, a bit concerned that you’re barely able to hold yourself up. 

“Yeah, just exhausted. I didn’t sleep well last night and it was a really, really long day,” you do sound tired, and he could kick himself for not noticing the cute circles under your eyes. 

“Oh, I’m sorry, baby,” he murmurs into your neck, still holding you snug against him, his arms locked around you, “do you wanna take a nap?”

You nod into his neck, sniffling slightly, and Chan is horrified to feel the dampness of your eyelashes. 

He crushes you tighter to him, heart palpitating, fear like he’s never known striking his chest, when you start to cry. 

“Babe?” Chan asks frantically, one hand flying up to run over your hair, the other clutching your waist. 

“Sorry,” you whine, burrowing deeper into his chest, “I’m just really sleepy and you’re so nice and warm and buff and I love you.”

Chan melts against you, his knees barely able to hold up your weight and his own, alarms and echoes of, “buff and I love you,” sounding in his brain. 

“I love you, baby. Wanna sit on the couch while I clean off my bed?” 

You nod, waiting for him to release you from the cage of his arms and letting him help you stumble to the sofa. 

Chan makes sure you’re comfortable before speedwalking to his bedroom and carefully pulling the door shut. He rockets around the room, blowing out candles and shoving rose petals into a baggie, scream whispering at Alexa until she turns the fucking music off, going over in his mind anything else he needs to do. 

He didn’t want you to come in here and see all of this, and think he was expecting anything of you tonight. Chan doesn’t ever expect anything from you, except maybe, like, your love and attention, but definitely not sex, and he never wants to make you feel like he does. 

He looks over his room one last time before taking a deep breath and going to retrieve you from the couch.

You’re dozing, curled up on the cushions with one hand tucked until your face and the other balled up in a cute fist by your chest. He hates to wake you up, but the couch isn’t that comfortable and he really wants to snuggle you, so he shakes you awake gently and tugs you to bed. 

You follow his lead with half shut eyes and rumpled clothes, your hands going to your jeans once you make it to his room. Chan looks away as you shove them off, undoing your bra and taking it off from underneath your shirt.

(how the fuck did you do that??)

You crawl into bed, staring at him with disgruntled eyes until he strips to his boxers and climbs in next to you, lifting his arm for you to slide under. Your fingers trace over his bare skin as you rest your head in the crook his shoulder makes, and now Chan feels sleepy too.

(and a bit hard still)

His eyes flutter closed, your breath evens out, and you fall into sleep together. 

Chan wakes with your body stretched out on top of him, your breasts pressed against his chest and your leg wrapped around his. He can feel his dick poking your thigh, and when you wake up, you’ll feel it too. 

He’s not sure what to do here. If he pulls away, he might wake you up and you’d seemed to really need the rest. But if he stays like this, he’ll only get harder, the warmth and weight of your soft thigh on his cock making him dizzy. 

He's still thinking when you awaken, your back arching in a deep stretch, keening sigh leaving you as your limbs reach. Chan stretches with you, pretending to have also just stirred, but you dig your chin into his pec and send him a knowing smile. 

He smiles back sheepishly, trying to pull his hips away from your leg, and you roll your eyes and shift to lay on him fully, your thighs spreading as you straddle him. 

You’re too far down his body for him to really feel the heat between your thighs, but his dick is pressed against your stomach, and he throws an arm behind his neck so he can return your gaze comfortably. 

“What are you thinking?” Chan asks quietly, contentedly. 

“I’m thinking I want to know what your plan for tonight was,” you smile at him indulgently, tapping your fingers on his skin, “what was it I heard when I first got here, smooth jazz?” you ask with a teasing voice. 

Chan laughs and looks away shyly, a bit embarrassed at being called out, and you shake your head and lean up to give him a chaste kiss. 

“You don’t have to be nervous. We talked about having sex tonight, it’s not like you were springing it on me,” you remind him. 

“Yeah, I guess. I just- it all feels kind of… dumb and cliche now,” he admits softly. 

With fondness clear in your eyes, you shift up until you’re right on top of his dick, just two thin layers keeping you apart. Chan's hands latch onto your hips and he shivers at the heat between your thighs, familiar but new, different now that he knows he’ll get to feel it, feel you. 

“Tell me,” you whisper, grinding down on him, a wet patch growing on your panties. 

“It was smooth jazz, and I had rose petals, and candles, and lube,” he gasps. 

“All the first time necessities,” you sigh, hips still moving against him. 

“Exactly!” Chan exclaims, bucking up and leaking precum onto his boxers. 

You just get him. 

His fingers tap the flesh over your hip bones as he gathers the courage to ask, “can I make you cum first? Just in case.” 

It’s hard to admit he might not last, but he feels safe with you, and you’d said that communication during sex was nonnegotiable. 

You reward him by sitting up and tugging your shirt over your head, your breasts bouncing gently with the movement and your nipples pebbling in the cool air. 

Chan’s brain misfires, eyes caught between looking at your face and looking at your chest, and you seem to realize this, taking one of his hands from your hips and placing it on your breast. 

Your flesh is warm under his palm, soft and plush, and Chan thinks he would die to get his mouth on you right now. 

“Can I?” He asks, sitting up and leaning in slowly with his lips parted, gaze volleying up and down as he gets closer. 

You nod, sitting still to allow him free reign. Chan takes advantage of the opportunity, swooping in to lay kisses and suck little bites into your skin before wrapping his lips around your nipple. It hardens further in his mouth, and he lavs his tongue over the bumps, taking long pulls and sighing against you. 

You taste good. Chan’s not sure how to describe it, but he knows he wants more, and nibbles his way over to your other breast. He leaves the indent of his teeth on the underside, licking a broad stripe up to your nipple and sucking it into his mouth. 

You’re squirming, head tilted back and fingers caught in his hair, and your hips jerk against him in short bursts. He wonders if you can cum like this, but decides to save that for another time, really wants to feel your wet heat under his fingers and perhaps his tongue, if you’re down for it. 

Chan pulls off of you with a pop, brushes his thumbs over your nipples and drags his hands down to the waistband of your underwear, “Can I take these off, baby?”

You nod, gasping and lifting your hips so he can start working your panties down, and it’s Chan’s turn to gasp when he sees how wet they are, sees the dark spot on his boxers (that’s probably from him too, though). 

He shifts you off of him gently, laying you on your back and hovering over you to slide the underwear off. The arm bracing him trembles and he feels the back of his neck grow hot when he takes in the sight before him. 

You’re sprawled on his bed, skin vibrant against the color of his sheets, your chest rising and falling rapidly, your eyes half-lidded with desire, desire for him. 

Chan is so glad, so so glad he asked to take care of you first, because he already feels like he’s right on the edge. 

It’s a lot, it’s everything, being close to you like this, seeing you like this, touching and tasting and breathing you in. 

It’s almost too much when you shyly spread your legs, hands covering your tummy and toes wiggling with nerves. 

Chan realizes he’s been staring at you a bit too long, sweeps you into a fiery kiss to apologize, running his free hand down your body and smoothing it along your thigh. His fingers get closer to your heat with each pass until wetness coats his fingertips, and Chan groans into your mouth, his touch skimming your slit. 

He lets you get used to him, just passing lightly over you until you whine and arch into his hand, before gliding a finger between your folds. He brushes over the swollen bundle of nerves, rubbing lightly, and then slowly sinks a finger inside you. 

You’re so wet, soaking really, and scorching hot, and Chan is worried he won’t even make it through this without cumming in his boxers. He can’t stop imagining what you’ll feel like around him, even as he grinds his thumb into your clit, slides another finger inside, crooks them in an attempt to find your g-spot, pulls your hips back down with his free hand when they buck up. 

You’re getting louder, breathier, moaning and sighing and whimpering his name, and Chan thinks you might be close, sucks air into his lungs to ask, “Baby, can I put my mouth on you?” 

“Yes yes yes, Chan,” you whine, your hips bucking up into his touch, and he shuffles down the bed to lay between your legs. 

You’re so pretty up close, spread open and glistening for him, and Chan groans, holding your lips apart with two fingers and licking between them. 

Your clit throbs under his tongue, your walls clenching around his fingers, and Chan tries to keep his cool, he really does, but he just can’t stop himself from sucking your clit into his mouth and moaning into your pussy, pushing a third finger inside and scissoring you open, throwing his free arm over your hips and anchoring your pelvis to the bed. 

“Good, baby?” Chan checks in, face wet with you and voice rough with want. 

You nod, biting your lips between your teeth to hold in your sounds, and Chan draws his fingers out of you, sinking one into your mouth to gently pull your jaw down. It doesn’t work, mainly because you immediately hollow your cheeks to suck the taste of your own wetness off his skin, and Chan groans in both defeat and devotion. 

Fuck, he wants you to cum, wants to make you cum, needs to see and hear and feel you break apart.

He withdraws his hand from your mouth to sink his fingers back inside, digits gliding smoothly with how soaked you are, and purses his lips around you, suctioning your clit with his mouth and tonguing it in pulses, matching his pace with the clenching of your walls. 

You gasp when his fingers curl inside of you at a new depth, and he exclaims victoriously into your pussy, crooking them again and again into your g-spot, deliriously happy that he’d found it, until you break with a cry and gush around his fingers. 

Chan is in awe, instantly obsessed with everything about how you cum, and he can’t wait to ask you for a day to make it happen as many times as you’re physically capable of. 

He almost wants to see it again now, but he’d miraculously made it through this without cumming in his boxers, and he really wants to feel you around his dick, if that’s something you still want. 

You do, he learns, as you guide him up to you with a hand in his hair and pull him into a searing kiss, licking his lips clean of you and pushing his boxers down with your toes. 

He’d already discussed it with you, and as you have an implant and you’d gone to get tested together, you’ve decided to forgo condoms. 

Chan almost came on the spot when you brought it up, but he held it together then like he’s trying to now, panting lightly as you rub his dick along your pussy, getting it wet and lining it up with your entrance. 

You wait for him to make the move, and his forehead falls to your shoulder as he sinks into you, breathing wet gasps against your skin. 

Chan’s never done this without a condom before, and he’s not sure he’ll live through it. 

You fit him like a glove, just a bit of a stretch to push through, and your pussy sucks him in deeper and deeper until his balls meet the soft skin of your ass. 

You whine when he bottoms out, your back arching, your breasts pressing against his chest, and Chan has never experienced anything hotter in his life. 

He knows he only has so much time before he tumbles over the edge, and slips a hand between your bodies to rub your clit, hoping to take you with him. 

You tighten around him and all of the blood that should be in his brain is flowing through his dick, making it throb against your walls and spit precum inside you. Chan tries to think, tries to remember the deep breathing exercises Wonwoo taught him, but he’s forgotten everything he ever knew as he fucks in and out of the molten velvet of your pussy. 

Chan's brain feels frighteningly empty, occupied only with you and how you feel around him, devoid of any thought that isn't your name.

He manages, “Fuck fuck fuck fuck, you feel so fucking good, baby, shit, love you so much, love you love you love you,” all nearly sobbed into your skin as he cums. 

The fingers on your clit and his dick jumping against your g-spot push you over the edge, your walls clamping down around his cock, making him shiver and whimper into your neck. Chan can hear you gasping, little whines escaping you as you clench and pulse, your wetness mixing with his cum to seep out of your entrance. 

He pulls away slowly, mixed cum dribbling from your pussy to drip down your ass onto the bed, and he freezes, transfixed by the sight. He wants to push it back inside you, plug you up with his fingers and lick you clean with his tongue, but you're squirming already and he remembers you've never had anyone cum inside you before.

He hefts you into his arms, swiftly carrying you into the bathroom, hoping your thighs are pressed together tightly enough that nothing drips out onto the dark carpet. He wouldn't really care if it did, but he knows his landlord would.

The shower heats up as you sit on the toilet and wait for his cum to trickle out of you, and he crouches in front of you, setting his hands on your knees.

"How was it? Did you hate it?" Chan asks nervously, fingers denting your flesh and lip bitten between his teeth.

You stare at him incredulously, face screwing up in concern, before saying, "Channie, it was amazing, of course I didn't hate it. Did you think I'd hate it?"

"Well, no," he starts with a blush, "but I just wanted it to be good, and special, and what you deserve. I just wanna make you happy," he continues quietly, shyly.

You smile at him gently, weaving your fingers into his hair and pulling him into a soft, sweet kiss.

Pulling away, you breathe, "Babe, it was good, and special, and more than I deserve. You are good, and special, and more than I deserve."

He stares into your eyes, not a lick of deception in them, and beams as he pulls you into another kiss.

"I love you," he whispers into your lips, feels his heart flutter when you whisper it back, and helps you stand and climb into the shower.

You wash each other slowly, chatting about your respective days with shampoo hands and sudsy bodies, you giggling at him when he becomes entranced by the bubbles drifting over your breasts.

You let him make you cum one more time, with just his fingers inside you and his mouth around your very clean nipples, and Chan thinks he could die happy when he feels your heart stutter against his lips and hears you sigh his name, slick leaking out around his fingers.

You'd designed a skincare routine for him, and you stand together in front of the mirror, wrapped up in fluffy towels and patting serums into your skin, and discuss your plans for the next day.

You pull on pajamas and clamber into bed, your head resting on his chest and his fingers drifting up and down your spine, and continue to whisper quietly, considering your options. Chan was thinking about taking you to this brunch place with bottomless mimosas, and wonders if he could get Vernon to be your DD, but you offer to make breakfast instead.

He's heard about your famous sleepover pancakes and has wanted to try them since he met you, so he eagerly agrees and tentatively asks if he can maybe perhaps eat you for breakfast first, and you giggle into his pec, shaking your head a little.

"You really liked it that much?" you ask, voice full of wonder.s

"Are you kidding? I think I liked it more than you did. I honestly thought I might cum before I could even get inside you," he responds, feeling a bit embarrassed at the admission.

"More than I did? Channie, we didn't even need the lube. And that would've been hot!" you reassure him, petting his skin gently, digging your fingertips into the muscle a bit.

"We didn't need the lube because my mouth was literally watering at the taste of your pussy, babe," Chan says, laughing as you press your face into his chest in shyness, still unused to him talking like this.

"Yeah, well, you got me wet before your tongue ever did," you remind him bashfully.

"We should probably stop talking or I'm gonna get hard again," Chan warns you, feeling heat pool in his stomach at your words.

"That's fine, I wanted to get your dick in my mouth anyway," you say serenely, holding his gaze and letting him see the want in yours.

His cock twitches under your leg, and Chan groans, wondering if he'll ever know peace again.

(He won't, but he likes it.)

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The Clandestine of Us

[SoonHoon Romeo and Juliet AU]

" When you can't be together so you form a secret and forbidden love "

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artistic expression (woozi fic)

I’m thoroughly enjoying writing these. They’ve been like 20-minute fics when I see or hear something I like.

I’ve been writing forever and making art for the last decade, but I realize not everyone does the same to express themselves. Or believes they can’t.

w.c. 773 (fluff)

Jihoon overhears her talking to Soonyoung between snippets of songs.

She’d stopped at the studio on her way home from work with dinner. After eating, Jihoon had given her a little kiss to the head and went back to work. As she was about to leave, Soonyoung had popped in.

“You know, that would be a great song lyric,” Soonyoung comments.

She laughs. “Maybe.”

“Seriously. It completely encompasses…” When Soonyoung doesn’t finish the thought, Jihoon glances over his shoulder. Soonyoung is creating large circles with his hands, trying to encompass… something.

“Life?” she guesses when Soonyoung doesn’t say anything.

Soonyoung hums. “Yes, but it’s such a specific line to encompass life right now. Like the essence of kidult but in a more… poetic way.”

In the reflection of his computer monitor, Jihoon can see her shake her head. “You guys have a song for that.”

“But yours is… melancholic.”

“Melancholic?” she echoes.

Soonyoung chuckles. “Word of the day.”

“Song writing’s your guys’ thing. I’ll stick to policy documents and research papers.”

“But don’t you ever just want to write… fun stuff? Not that your stuff isn’t important or whatever—” The ‘whatever’ makes her snort in Jihoon’s favourite way that makes him smile. “—but what about all those poetic things going on in your head?”

“Poetic things?”

“Clearly you think about things.”

“Clearly.”

“So, why not express them? You can write.”

“I think I’m just better at appreciating the art than creating it,” she says, slinging her bag over her shoulder. She walks over to Jihoon and gives him a kiss on the head goodbye. When he grabs her wrist to stop her, she raises an eyebrow in response.

“I wanna ask you something,” he says as he drops his headphones around his neck.

Soonyoung gets the hint. He hugs her goodbye and pats Jihoon’s arm. “I’ll see you in the practice room.”

Once Soonyoung leaves, taking the leftovers with him, she meets Jihoon’s eye again. “What’s up?”

“Talk to me about life,” he says. He pulls her to stand in front of him, sliding his chair closer so she stands between his legs.

She blinks at the request. Resting her butt against his desk, she shakes her head, not understanding his question.

“Soonyoungie seems to think you have a way with words that you won’t share with the world.”

Rolling her eyes, she straightens up and readjusts her bag on her shoulder. “I think Soonyoung thinks everyone has an ability to artistically express themselves.”

Jihoon studies her expression. It’s not anger, not frustration. Disappointment feels the closest. “And you don’t?”

“When have you ever seen me artistically express myself, Hoonie?”

“Verbally,” he answers. It’s almost as if he was just waiting for her to ask him.

Another roll of her eyes. “The things I say to you in bed don’t exactly count.”

This makes him laugh. Her ability to joke means that she’s not that hurt. He laces their fingers together and she rests back against the desk. “Not just then. I mean, you’re able to express your thoughts and feelings in plain language. It’s a different kind of poetry.”

“That’s very kind of you.”

The emotion comes to him then: Bitterness.

“Would you want to be able to do this?”

“This…?”

Jihoon motions towards his desk, littered with song lyrics and half-finished thoughts.

She picks one up and her eyes go over the words. “Yeah. I would. Your stuff is fun to read. Mine is…”

“Boring,” Jihoon chuckles. He pulls her to his lap, relieving her of her bag. She sits comfortably in the space between his thighs, his arms around her as he shows her a couple of songs.

“Soonyoung’s right, you know.”

“About?”

Jihoon clicks open one song and then rifles through the papers on his desk for the one he’s looking for. He sets the paper down in front of her. Leaning his chest against her back, he peers around her to point at one particular verse.

“This was something you said to me a couple weeks ago.” He plays the song. “And it inspired me to write this.”

By the time he’s shown her the most recent songs her words have inspired, Jihoon swears she’s crying. But she won’t look at him and he can’t see her face properly from this angle.

“Jagi?”

She sniffles and then clears her throat. “Thank you.”

Jihoon kisses her shoulder. “I can help you express things artistically if you ever want that.”

“You’d do that?”

“Sure. I don’t think I’ve ever been useful in your work, but,” he gestures to his desk again, “this has you written all over it.”

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My Heart Has Gone to You | 02

pairing: lee jihoon x f!reader (minor kim namjoon x f!reader) genre: smut (minors dni!), college!au, fwb, f2l contents: alcohol consumption, return of jealous/territorial jihoon, use of bunny as pet name, smut [explicit unprotected sex, mean-hard-dom!jihoon, degration, impact play, one mention of spitting, orgasm delay, tit fucking, cum eating, fingering, oral (f. receiving), choking, overstimulation, dumbification, praise, creampie, jihoon aftercare king once again] w.c.: 6.4k a/n: this one is such a wild ride and its one of my favorite chapters so please be sure to show it lots of love

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When you bring up the idea of a couple’s costume to your group of friends the girls go crazy. Even though Sana is the only one who knows you’ve been regularly having sex with Jihoon, the other girls swear you guys are meant to be.

The idea of dating Jihoon has never really crossed your mind and even now as you guys have sex multiple times a week (maybe even multiple times a day), it doesn’t really pose much interest to you. It’s nothing against Jihoon, he is quite literally the perfect man, you just know that you don’t want a relationship and Jihoon isn’t really one for dating either. Even in high school Jihoon was known for not dating and after all of your failed relationships you were ready for a break from all of it. What you and Jihoon have works well and it works well because you guys are on the same page. Not to mention it started because you guys are both incredibly busy and being in a relationship is a lot more effort than either of you have time for.

It didn’t stop all of your girl friends from obsessing over the idea though. Which brings you to here, being overwhelmed with “cute yet sexy” couple costume ideas for you and Jihoon to wear to Seungcheol’s party.

“Playboy bunny and Hugh Hefner?” Momo suggests.

“Do you really think Jihoon would want to dress up as Hugh Hefner? Not to mention that costume is so overdone.” Jeongyeon retorts. “Which is why I am also already vetoing sexy devils, nurse and doctor, and any cringey movie references.”

“Who cares if it’s overdone? As long as they look sexy that’s all that should matter.” Chaeyoung pipes up.

You cover your face at the whole conversation. Sana is smirking at you across the room and you just want to curl up in a hole and die.

“You guys know that Jihoon isn’t going to agree to any of these,” you groan. “I’m not too partial myself.”

The Jihoon you know vs the Jihoon your friends know are two totally different people. To them Jihoon is more serious and hardworking and closed off. He comes off as blunt and even sometimes shy but he’s only like that with people he’s not close to. With you and a few of his guy friends he is a totally different person, he’s soft and sweet and silly. Sana gets to see it sometimes when Jihoon is around you but most of the time when he’s with the girls he’s more closed off which leads them to believe that you’re some special Jihoon whisperer and can convince him to do anything when in reality Jihoon is like that with all of his close friends. You’ve seen how he treats Soonyoung no matter how annoyed he gets at the older boy.

“Ooh what’s the one anime you guys are always watching together? The one with the invisible girl?” Sana brings up.

Despite the vague explanation you know she’s talking about Rascal Does Not Dream of Bunny Girl Senpai. She has caught you and Jihoon watching it on multiple occasions but never seems to have an interest in it herself.

“Jihoon can just be a normal school boy and you can be a cute bunny girl. Perfect compromise!” Sana smirks at you and you turn red. She’s definitely heard Jihoon calling you bunny in bed and this is not making the situation better.

The other girls voice their agreement and before you can protest they’ve moved onto a new conversation. 

That’s how you find yourself the weekend later in sheer black stockings and a black satin corset leotard, adorned with white cuffs and a white collar that has a black bow tie attached to it. The look is topped off with a fluffy white cotton tail and black bunny ears that perch on top of your head.

You’re hovering by Jihoon who is in the school boy outfit Sakuta wears during the show. It’s a plain white button up, a thin red tie, a brown jacket, slacks, and a belt and matching shoes. You’re aware that they never wear these outfits at the same time but your friends insisted you wear the bunny costume.

You guys have already been at the party for about two hours. You had pregamed a bit with Sana before Jihoon came to pick you guys up and drive over to the small house Cheol and the two other senior males are renting near campus. You guys got to the party early when it was only your large friend group there. Everyone caught up with each other a bit and played a few games before the party really got started a little over an hour ago. 

A cup of beer is in your hand and Jihoon’s arm is wrapped tightly around your waist as he talks with Minghao and Hansol. Your heels make you taller than him so you have your free arm draped around his shoulders as you lean into him for support. The heels you are wearing belong to Jihyo who’s feet are smaller than yours, so the shoes pinch your feet uncomfortably.

The support from your best friend is also needed due to the fact that you are plastered. From the pregaming, to the shots you and your girl friends did after getting to Cheol’s, to the cups of beer you drank while playing cup pong with Sana against Jihoon and Soonyoung, to the random mixed drink Seokmin had whipped up and wanted you try (“you’re a bartender so you can tell me if this is good right” it wasn’t), the list went on and on of the drinks you’ve had tonight.

Jihoon had gotten you to drink some water earlier but after a bit Jeonghan put another shot in your hand and you were right back to drinking. You waved Jihoon off whenever he worried about your alcohol consumption, claiming you were drinking for the both of you since he is the DD tonight and rarely drinks anyways. You are now nursing a nearly empty cup of beer under the strict supervision of Jihoon.

It’s not that Jihoon doesn’t want you to have any fun, and you can hold your alcohol well, but Jihoon knows that you are over your limit and he feels the need to look over you. He already had to push his friends away when they tried to get you to do keg stands with them. Drunk Y/N is very different from Sober Y/N and Jihoon doesn't want you getting carried away. 

“Y/N! Jihoon! Smile!” You look over to see Mingyu pointing a disposable camera at you and your best friend. You tilt your head into Jihoon’s and smile as you feel his arm pull you into his side tighter. The flash goes off causing you to blink away the white spots and Mingyu gives you guys a thumbs up before going off to another group.

“Oh yeah, you guys look great by the way. Rascal Does Not Dream Of Bunny Girl Senpai, I love that anime,” Hansol tells you two and you grin at him.

Before you can respond you hear your name being called again and this time when you look it’s Nayeon calling you over to dance with her and the rest of your friends. You signal you’ll be over soon before turning to Jihoon.

“I’m gonna go dance, okay?” He only nods and you hand him your cup before heading over to where your friends are.

Jihoon’s eyes trail your figure as you rush over to your friends. Your run is a bit awkward in your heels but he finds it endearing nonetheless. He can’t peel his eyes from you as your body sways to the music and your movements get a bit sloppy as you dance provocatively with your friends. You were always a bit of a messy drunk which was one of the things that led to you guys sleeping together to begin with. Your costume tonight isn’t helping Jihoon’s less than pure thoughts.

Bunny was a nickname he gave you before you guys even started having sex. It was actually a nickname he gave you all the way back in high school when you were just a friend of a friend. You met in 10th grade when one of his friends started dating your cousin. 

You crossed paths many times and you were always energetic and very sociable yet you were still gentle with Jihoon which reminded him of a bunny. It slipped out one day as more of a retort towards you with “what are you a bunny?” but you only laughed it off and said that maybe you were.

Once you guys got closer in college the nickname easily slipped out again but he never really called you it around your friends besides maybe Sana and his own roommates.

Now looking at you, with the only thing covering your thighs being skin tight, see through stockings, and your cleavage threatening to spill out from the top of your leotard, he wants to do nothing but drag you into one of the empty rooms of Seungcheol’s house and bend you over.

You catch his eye and beckon him to come dance with you but he only shakes his head. He wants you to have fun with your girl friends, not to mention Jihoon doesn’t love party dancing. Sure, he likes grinding against you and all of that, but he’s afraid if he dances with you right now he won’t be able to control himself in front of everyone which would only lead to everyone finding out that you two have been sleeping together.

“Jihoon!” The calling of his name finally drags his eyes away from you and back to his conversation with Minghao and Hansol. At some point Soonyoung and Seungcheol had joined the group and now all four boys are staring at him.

“You’re gonna burn a hole into her costume if you keep staring like that,” Seungcheol snickers and Jihoon glares at the older boy.

Like your friends, his aren’t much better at teasing him about his relationship with you. The boys constantly make jokes about his close nature with you and how “if you don’t date her Jihoonie, maybe I will”. Those jokes always make his blood boil and he ends up storming away and finding you to fuck, just to prove to himself that they will never have you like he does. None of the boys actually know you guys are sleeping together but it doesn’t stop them from making suggestive jokes.

“Shut up Cheol, I’m just making sure she does get hurt in those heels,” he lies.

“Hey Cheol, who’s the big guy over there?” Soonyoung points at a guy standing in the corner of the room, watching you and your friends dance. He’s dressed as a vampire and his predatory gaze gives Jihoon an unsettled feeling.

“Namjoon? He’s a friend from a couple of my classes, why?”

“He’s totally eyeing up Y/N,” Soonyoung responds as he looks over Jihoon’s shoulder at the girls. Jihoon spins around to see the man in question, Namjoon, stalking his way towards your group.

Namjoon stops by your side and his hand comes to tap on your shoulder. You turn, expecting to see Jihoon, and blink confused when you see a tall stranger looming over you instead of your short best friend. You were hoping he was coming over to ask you to dance (even though you know he doesn’t like party dancing) and you’re a bit disappointed when it’s not him.

The tall man’s hand comes down to rest on your waist and he leans down so his hot breath fans over your ear. “Hey baby girl, you just looked so good over here that I had to come introduce myself. That name’s Namjoom, care to dance?”

You ponder the question for a couple seconds before agreeing. You and Jihoon aren’t dating and he is okay with you dating other guys so you don’t see too much harm in dancing, especially when you know it’s not going to get farther than that. Worse case scenario it gets Jihoon riled up enough that he comes over here and dances with you like you want. You shout your name over the loud music and Namjoon flashes you a smile before telling you he likes your name. You know it’s a cheesy line but you have maybe a little too much alcohol running through your bloodstream so you hold off on rolling your eyes.

His hands grip your waist and you sway to the music, your own hands pressing against his chest. It’s definitely different than when you dance with Jihoon. Jihoon is more stiff and he lets you take the lead when dancing. Namjoon flows with you and you two move in sync. He spins you around at some point so your back is pressed against his front and his large hands lay across your stomach and hips. You reach up behind you to find purchase on his shoulders as you move to the music.

Namjoon moves his head back down towards yours and his breath tickles at your ear. “Do you wanna do a body shot with me?”

The smart part of your brain recognizes that maybe you shouldn't let a literal stranger have his mouth all over your body, but the fun part of your brain shoves that thought aside and you voice your compliance. You feel a bit bad for using the big guy for your own agenda but your guilt gets pushed aside by the giddiness you feel knowing that Jihoon will get jealous when he sees you with the other boy.

Namjoon grabs your hand and drags you over to the bar area. He picks you up easily and sets you down on the counter before sticking a lime slice in your mouth and licks a stripe up your collarbone before sprinkling the salt on the newly wetted area. He pours a shot into a glass before placing it snug into your cleavage.

You feel his hot tongue run along your collarbone and neck before his hot breath is hitting on your breasts. He buries his head into your tits as he takes the shot and tilts his head back. Soon his plush lips are against yours in a fleeting kiss as he pulls the lime out of your lips and into his own mouth. You giggle at the feeling and when Namjoon is done his hand is coming down onto the counter beside you and caging you in.

“You seem really cool Y/N, I’d like to take you home tonight. If not, I'd still like to see you again. Maybe on a date?”

Your movements stall for a moment. You haven’t had a date proposal in a while and you aren’t really sure you even want to be in a relationship right now but Namjoon seems cool and sweet and you’re more than a little drunk so you find yourself nodding at him and he smiles back. Jihoon always tells you you’re a little too nice for your own good and you wonder if this is what he means.

Once again the tall boy’s hand is in yours as he brings you back onto the dance floor. Your body feels hotter than before and you start to feel needy as his body rubs up against your own. Needy, but not needy for him. You try to push those feelings away though and focus on moving your body to the music blaring through the house.

While you guys are dancing you think for a moment you should probably give Namjoon your phone number if he wants to go on a date, but those thoughts are quickly lost when you hear your name being called.

“Y/N.” The voice is gruff but you still recognize it as your favorite voice and you look in front of you to see the person you have been waiting to dance with all night. He’s lost his jacket and his tie hangs loosely around his neck, the top buttons of his shirt undone

“JIHOONIE!” You pull away from Namjoon’s grip to run over and throw your arms around your best friend. You stumble a bit in your heels and fall directly into his arms and he catches you, immune to your drunk antics. He reaches down to grab the back of your thighs and pull you up into his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist and you nuzzle your face into his.

Not that you can tell, but Jihoon is smirking at the tall boy who is glaring back at him. He’s smug that despite Namjoon thinking that he just scored one with you, you will always pick Jihoon first.

“Wanna get out of here bunny?” He murmurs into your ear and you nod into his neck. He grabs his jacket and starts to head towards the front door. He makes eye contact with Cheol and Soonyoung to indicate you guys are leaving. Soonyoung gives him a thumbs up to signal that he’ll take Sana home, considering Jihoon was her ride to the party.

Jihoon drops you into his passenger seat and drapes his jacket over your body before he walks around to the driver’s side. Now that you guys aren’t in the heat of the party he has time to huff over the fact that another guy was touching you, his mouth and hands all over you. He frowns and knows that part of it is his fault. He should have just gone and sucked it up and danced with you like he knew you really wanted. He also should have been looking over you better when he knew how drunk you were.

He thought how he would let you have your fun when Namjoon first approached you, not to mention he knew that Seungcheol and Soonyoung would have commented on his actions if he went and put on the “territorial act” when you guys were just dancing. So he stayed talking to his friends, his eyes flickering over to you every so often. It took all the control in his body not to storm over to the dance floor and tear him off you.

It was only a few minutes between when he last looked at you to when he realized you weren’t in his line of sight anymore. He was internally panicking but pure rage filled him when he heard Soonyoung whisper a small “oh shit”. He looked to where his friend’s eyes were trained. Sitting on the kitchen counter, there you were, getting a shot of what he assumed was tequila sucked out of your tits. He was about to go beat up the tall oaf when he saw his lips on yours but Cheol and Hansol’s hands both grabbed at him to stop him.

Jihoon knew that he shouldn’t be jealous, you guys aren’t even together, but he doesn’t care. If any of the guys give him shit he’ll just chalk it up to the protective best friend in him.

His breaking point was when you and Namjoon made your way back to dancing, this time even more raunchier than before. Jihoon broke away from his two friends’ grips and stormed over to where you were grinding against the tall boy. He didn’t care if he was being irrational and unfair, nobody else gets to touch you like that besides him.

When he pulls up to your apartment he parks and then opens your door. You fail to stand up properly so he squats down to throw you over his shoulder in a fireman's carry. He carries you all the way up to your apartment and to your bed where he tosses you down. You giggle and make grabby hands at him. He complies and crawls close to you and you pull him into you so his whole body rests on top of yours.

“You’re in a lot of trouble you know,” Jihoon grumbles as you press sloppy kisses into his cheek. “You let another man all over you babydoll. I thought you were all for me.”

“M’sorry Hoonie. I’ll be good now I promise. I just want you so bad,” you whine, your words slurring a bit. “So needy for you. Only you. Been thinking about you all night. Nobody else. Just wanted your attention.” Jihoon groans and wishes so badly that you aren’t nearly black out drunk. You’ve had drunk sex before but that was when you were equally inebriated and Jihoon doesn’t want to take advantage of your drunken state. 

“Bunny, I wanna fuck you so bad, but you’re too drunk right now. I can’t do that to you while you’re in this state,” Jihoon explains as he rolls off you. “Let's get you ready for bed, and tomorrow when you’re sober, I’m gonna punish you okay?”

“Okay Hoonie. Sorry for being bad,” you mumble with sincerity and Jihoon laughs.

Jihoon helps you get out of your makeup and costume and gets you into more comfortable clothes before slipping out of his own clothes, leaving him in just his boxers, before slipping under the sheets with you. You cuddle into his warm body and he wraps his arms around your torso, kissing your forehead goodnight.

When you wake up your head is throbbing. On your nightstand is a bottle of painkillers, a glass of water, and your phone plugged in. On your side is a sleeping Jihoon. You sit up and take the painkillers and down the water before picking up your phone.

You have a few texts from the group chat and a few individual texts from a handful of friends. The most recent text is from Sana.

Sana: Have a fun night with Jihoonie~ spending the night at Cheol’s bc Soonyoung is also too drunk to drive me home lol. Stay safe! &lt;3

You groan at the text from your roommate and place your phone back down. One thing you are glad for is that whenever you get drunk you still are able to retain your memories fairly well. Even if you don’t have much control over your actions when you’re drunk, you can always regretfully recall said actions the next day. You know that you and Jihoon didn’t even hook up last night so Sana really had no reason not to come home, not that she knew that.

Another thing that clues you to the fact you and Jihoon didn’t sleep together is the fact that you’re fully dressed. Most of the time if you guys hook up after a party you both fall asleep right after and you wake up in the morning naked, cuddled up to an equally naked Jihoon. Jihoon is wearing boxers though and you have on a pair of panties and one of Jihoon’s hoodies.

“Go back to sleep,” Jihoon grunts and pulls you back down into bed. You giggle and let Jihoon pull you back into his body.

You recall how last night Jihoon was upset with you because of your actions with the tall boy, what was his name? Namjoon, right.

If you’re being honest you don’t even think the tall guy is that great, sure he was nice and handsome, but you were mainly just trying to make Jihoon jealous, or at least get his attention. Which then led to you grinding against him and letting him take a body shot off of you. You silently curse yourself as you remember you agreed to go on a date with him.

Jihoon did say that he was going to punish you today for letting Namjoon all over you, though. You rub your thighs together at the thought but Jihoon brings his hand down to grip at your thigh, stopping the action.

“Stop being horny, it's too early.” Jihoon is not a morning person, which you are well aware of. “Go back to sleep and I’ll fuck you in a couple hours, okay?” You giggle and nod, snuggling back into the small boy.

You wake up again closer to noon this time and Jihoon also seems to be fully awake now. You’re thankful it’s the weekend and you can just stay in bed all day with your favorite boy.

“Good morning,” you giggle as you kiss at Jihoon’s face. Jihoon roughly grabs your chin and pulls you into a deep kiss, taking control. 

“You were a very bad girl last night,” Jihoon tells you when you guys pull apart. “I told you I was gonna punish you so that’s what I’m going to do. You were being a little slut last night, letting another man touch you like that.”

“I know, I’m sorry Hoonie. I was bad and I shouldn’t have let him touch me. I’m only for you. I only want you.”

You hear him tut as he slaps your thigh. “Did I ask you to talk?” You shake your head at him with remorseful eyes. “That’s what I thought.” He pauses then after a moment he adds, “At least my pretty girl knows her mistake. I’m still going to have to punish you though, you understand, right baby?”

You only nod and Jihoon coos at your obedience. He pulls you into his lap and kisses you hard again. His lips move aggressively against yours and his grip is tight on your hips. You know that it will probably leave bruises in your skin but you don’t really care, as long as it’s Jihoon leaving them. His hand snakes up your (his) hoodie to pinch your nipples. You yelp as pain courses through your body but Jihoon doesn’t let up. You can feel your core start to dampen your panties.

Jihoon pulls away from you taps at your butt. “Lay down across my lap.” You comply quickly, knowing obedience is the best way to get your punishment over so Jihoon can treat you later. “Count each one bunny.”

He brings his hand down on your panty clad ass and you whimper before squeaking out a “one, thank you” to Jihoon. He hums in recognition of your gratitude towards him. He continues for nine more spanks and by the time he ends you can feel your panties sticking to you uncomfortably. Jihoon also notices and tuts at you.

“So wet and sloppy already. Getting wet like this for other men, slut?”

“No! I promise it’s just for you Hoon, only you!” You cry, and it’s true. Ever since you and Jihoon started hooking up you never think of other men anymore. Whenever you need to get off, even if Jihoon isn’t available, you think about him. When another man flirts with you or tries to touch you, you can only think of Jihoon. Even drunk last night, as Namjoon was on you, your mind was wandering to the short boy.

Jihoon reaches down and rubs at your clit in quick, tight circles brutally. You let out a high pitched keen at the stimulation, your hips bucking into Jihoon’s thigh as you’re still laid across his lap. Without much warning he’s pulling your soaked panties to the side and shoving two fingers into you. He scissors his fingers inside you harshly before thrusting into you. He fucks you hard, pumping his fingers in and out of you at a unrelenting pace. His fingers curl into you and he can tell you’re close to your climax by the way you clench down onto him.

Just as you’re about to cum Jihoon is pulling his fingers out of you and you whine loudly at the loss of his thick digits inside you. Your pussy throbs for him to fill you up again and you shift uncomfortably on the bed.

“Only good girls get to cum, and you haven’t shown that you’re a good girl yet,” Jihoon tells you.

Your mind is already fuzzy with need and you whimper and beg Jihoon to let you cum, that you promise to be a good girl. Jihoon tells you to be quiet and sits you up on the edge of the bed before standing in front of you so he hovers over you.

Jihoon grips your chin again. “Open.” You open your mouth and he spits into it, you close your mouth back up to swallow and Jihoon grins down at you. “There’s my good girl coming back. Let me fuck your sweet little chest and then maybe you can have your release, okay?” You nod frantically at the suggestion but Jihoon only tuts again. “I need to hear you say it doll.”

“Please fuck my tits Hoonie. I wanna make you feel good. Make up for being naughty.” You tell him and Jihoon groans at your words. He’s pushing you down on the bed and crawling on top of you.

His lips connect with yours once again, his teeth biting at your lips, making them red and swollen. His hand slides up under your sweatshirt again and kneads at your breasts. Your back arches up into his touch which forces him to press your hips into the mattress with his own.

“I thought you said you were going to be good,” he bites. You only apologize in a meek voice which he ignores in favor of tugging the sweatshirt off your body and moving his mouth down to suck at your nipples.

He rolls the bud between his tongue and your breath hitches at the action. Then he’s pulling away with a pop and straddling your torso with his thick thighs. You use your arms to push your tits together for him and he’s tugging his cock out from his boxers and lining it up to the valley between your breasts.

Slowly he pushes into them and groans at the feeling of the warm, plump flesh around his dick. He shallowly thrusts a couple times before speeding up and shoving his cock into your tits ruthless pace. You lean down to kitten lick at the tip as it appears at the top of your tits as he thrusts in and out. The sensation sends Jihoon over and he’s cumming all over your face and tits with a deep growl.

He rolls off of you and watches as you bring your fingers up to your chest, scooping up the white substance and then wrapping your mouth around your fingers, licking them clean. You hum at the taste and Jihoon can feel his cock already getting hard again.

“Gonna eat my pretty girl out, and then fuck her like the slut she is,” Jihoon says outloud to no one in particular but his words still have your pussy clenching around nothing.

Jihoon’s fingers are pulling your panties off and throwing them to the side as his mouth travels down your whole body. It stops every so often to suck and bite at a certain expanse of exposed skin. He stops at your hip bone and sucks a deep, purple mark into the skin there before he finally gets in between your thighs.

His hot breath ghosts over your soaked folds and sends shivers through your body. You want him inside you so bad but he’s hell bent on teasing you. His lips kiss at your inner thighs and he’s so close to where you want him to be but just not quite there.

Your fingers dig into the sheets below you to keep you from grabbing Jihoon’s hair. You just want some kind of pressure against your core and Jihoon is depriving you of your pleasure. You don’t have to wait too long though, because as much as he hates to admit it, Jihoon is just as needy for you, and soon he’s diving into your cunt like he hasn’t tasted it in years. His tongue laps at your bundle of nerves before he takes it between his lips and sucks on the bud.

You want to scream at the contact but you bite down on your lip to stop yourself. You really hope Sana hasn’t come home yet because you know once you fully lose yourself in your pleasure there is nothing stopping you from moaning out like a porn star.

Jihoon moves his tongue down to your core and starts to lick into your dripping cunt. His tongue laps in and out of your pussy as he brings his pointer and middle finger up to give attention to your clit. Your hips are lifting off the bed once again but instead of shoving them back down Jihoon wraps his arm around your hips to give them more leverage.

This time you don’t stop your hands from moving down to grip his hair. Jihoon doesn’t seem to mind though as he continues to eat you out. You feel pressure building up and just as you’re about to release, Jihoon fully pulls back, denying you of your orgasm for a second time. You know you’re being punished right now but you really want to cum, so much that you feel like crying.

Jihoon is crawling up your body again and aligning is cock up to your slit. “Gonna split you open on my cock. You can’t cum until I say so, got it pretty girl?” Jihoon murmurs against your skin. You can’t even respond at this point, too focused on your ruined orgasm.

You feel a harsh slap of Jihoon’s tip against your clit and you cry out. “Speak when spoken to, slut. Just when I thought you were being a good girl.”

You let out a choked out sob as you struggle to answer, “Y-yes Hoonie, will only c-cum when you say so. Please just fuck me.”

Jihoon grins but still slaps your clit again with his tip. Then, with one hard stroke, he fully bottoms out in you, and it takes all of your restraint not to cum right there, knowing that if you do you’ll only get punished harder.

You feel like you can barely breath as Jihoon starts to rut into you at a merciless pace. His hips snap into yours with expertise and he’s grabbing your ankles to push your legs up to your chest so his cock can brush against your walls at a different angle.

“So good as always, bunny. All for me, no one else.”

You nod your head, brainless, at Jihoon’s words. You start to babble your own nonsense. “Yes, of course. No one else, only you Hoonie. Nobody else is as good as you. Yes, yes, please, right there Hoonie, yes. So good. Thank you.”

You feel Jihoon’s fingers wrap around your throat and squeeze. Your eyes roll into the back of your head and you drop your head back against the bed. Your back arches a bit which only fuels Jihoon’s aggressive drilling into you. His tip keeps digging right in your sweet spot and you can’t even think properly, the only thing filling your mind is Jihoon, Jihoon, Jihoon.

For a third time you feel your impending orgasm approach and you want so badly to be able to cum. You’re whimpering under Jihoon as his free hand reaches between you two to harshly flick at your clit. You clench down around Jihoon’s cock and your fingers bury themselves into his arms. He brings his hand up to your mouth and you open it so he can stick his fingers down your throat. The only sensation you can feel now is just full as all of your senses are overtaken by Jihoon.

The only sound that fills the air is the lewd noise of your own whines that mix with Jihoon’s grunts and the sound of his balls slapping against your ass. You can smell the cologne that still sticks to his skin from last night. Your eyes try to focus on his form above you, the sweat that makes his hair stick to his forehead. You can feel him all over your skin and the way his firm muscles move under your hands. You can taste the saltiness of his fingers that rest against your tongue as he continues to shove his fingers down your throat.

“Fuck,” the curse tumbles out of Jihoon’s lips, “you’re so fucking good for me baby. Shit. Never felt anyone this good before. Gonna cum inside of you, fill you up nice and full. Want your pretty little pussy to cream all over my cock as I do.”

Then Jihoon is filling up your cunt with his hot cum and your vision is whiting out as pleasure washes over you in waves. Your eyes squeeze shut as you scream out Jihoon’s name, your pussy fluttering around him as he’s still roughly plowing into you, overstimulating you to the fullest extent.

You lose yourself for a moment and when you come to Jihoon is there, holding you tight, kissing your lips gently and wiping the tears from your eyes. Your breathing is still shaky as your whole body trembles in Jihoon’s arms. He presses his forehead to yours, whispering soft apologies and praises to you.

“Hey there baby. You okay? I’m sorry I went so hard, should have calmed down. M’so sorry baby. Shouldn’t have let my anger get the best of me. You were so, so good for me. Such a pretty, good girl.” His voice has done a complete turn around and is now soft and sweet and filled with concern.

“I think I’m okay,” you finally find your voice enough to speak, “just tired now.”

“Let me clean you up and get you some water and then you rest baby. I promise.” Jihoon pulls away from you and you only nod slightly. You close your eyes again and bury into the covers as you hear Jihoon’s footsteps get farther away.

You’re being shaken lightly and you can hear Jihoon calling your name out. Your eyes flutter open slightly as you squint up at your best friend. He’s holding a glass of water and more painkillers. He coaxes you to swallow the pain killers down and drink the whole glass of water.

When he’s done, he’s running a warm, wet rag against your legs and then he’s climbing back into bed with you. His fingers dig into your muscles, working out all of the soreness. You feel your eyes closing again as you snuggle your bare body into his own warm, naked body, letting your exhaustion take you over.

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[keivnxde]

Hold Me; Heal Me

set in the Silk Touches and Mended Hearts universe

genres: soulmate au, vigilante au, angst, ambiguous ending pairing: reader x woozi words: 1.7k warnings: blood, description of injury on reader character (bullet wound), mentions of drug use and overdose (not by main characters) notes: this is a recast of a fic and universe I made almost two years ago now... I really like this universe and have some ideas for other characters/stories, so I would love to see if people are interested :] (also I had to make this jihoon I mean shit this is red too?? it just fit so perfectly)

part two: Find Me; Fear Me

In a world where a soulmate’s touch can heal any wound, you would think you’d have no worries. But after your soulmate told you he didn’t want to be exactly that, you set your heart aside. It shouldn’t matter anyways, you reasoned. What need does a vigilante have of soulmates?

You don’t know why you’re on Jihoon’s second-floor balcony. You don’t even know why you bothered remembering which one is his, considering you’ve never been in his apartment before.

It feels like an invasion of privacy, but fuck, you just can’t focus on that right now, not with the burning pain rippling from your shoulder. Impossibly, the bullet still feels like it’s blazing hot where it was sunken into your flesh -- even though you dug it out on the way -- and you flex your jaw in an attempt not to scream. Now is not the time to draw any unwanted attention.

Your left arm is starting to lose feeling, and your head swims from the blood loss. Just as you’re climbing over the balcony rail from the condemned fire escape, your elbow buckles. You fall to the floor with a yelp, pain shooting through your shoulder even though you did your best not to land on it. The black mask on the lower half of your face starts to slip.

You try your hardest not to cry.

The lights inside flick on, and you finally realize how bad of an idea this is.

You haven’t seen Jihoon since over six months ago, when he told you he didn’t want to be anyone’s soulmate.

He’d used the word “anyone”, but it could only apply to you.

Another bout of pain runs through you as you lay there on his balcony. You grit your teeth, and even though your ears are ringing like mad, you can hear footsteps from inside.

He rushes up to the sliding door, visible through the glass even though your vision is starting to cloud with dark grey blotches. His eyes widen, and he opens the door with haste.

“What--”

“Jihoon.”

He’s crouched over you now, but when you say his name, he stops staring at your bleeding shoulder and infamous red leather jacket and instead meets your eyes.

“How do you know my name?”

“I think it’s only fair.” You reach your right arm up, grabbing your mask and slipping it off your face. “Since you know my name.”

Jihoon gasps, though the sound is quiet compared to everything else. “You’re Red?” he whispers.

Your vigilante alias sounds all too real on his tongue.

“No.” Gritting your teeth, you take a second to squeeze your eyes shut and pry them open again with a gasping breath. You can’t collapse now; you’ve already gotten this far. “I just work at Target.”

He doesn’t so much as let out a puff of air through his nose at your attempted humour, instead bringing his hands up and hovering them over you like he has no idea what to do with them. You don’t blame him.

“Jihoon... I need you to help me.”

He frowns, brows furrowing as he stares intently at your shoulder. You know it looks bad.

“How?”

“Just--” You rip off the glove on your left hand and weakly hold it a few centimetres off the floor. “--hold my hand. Please.”

He wastes no time in waiting, and as soon as you feel his skin touch yours, the flow of the soulmate connection washes over you. The pain doesn’t go away, not exactly, but suddenly you can breathe normally, and your shoulder feels lighter, somehow.

They say a soulmate’s healing touch can’t be described -- that you can’t know what it feels like until you’ve felt it yourself. As much as people have tried in books and movies and poetry, you think what they say is right.

It’s indescribable.

You don’t know when you closed your eyes, but when you open them again, you see Jihoon still next to you, your hand in both of his, pressed against his forehead. Though his hands are blocking his face, the light sniffling you can hear gives him away.

“What are you crying for?”

Quickly, he wipes at his eyes with one hand while still holding on to you with the other. “I’m not crying.”

“Okay.” You give him a soft smile, still not strong enough to do much else to show your thanks. “Can you take me inside?”

Jihoon frowns again. “You’re not... Your shoulder, it hasn’t--”

“I know.”

“You’ve just barely stopped bleeding,” he continues. “You’re not fully healed yet.”

Groaning, you try to sit yourself up, and he looks at you like you’re crazy. You kind of are. 

“I know, Jihoon, but I think it’s best to do the rest inside. I don’t want people seeing me here and accusing you of helping Red.”

“But I am helping you.”

With a sigh, you squeeze his hand. “They don’t need to know that. Now help me up, please.”

Jihoon wants to settle you down on his couch, but you don’t let him since you know how awful it is getting blood out of fabric. You make him take you to the small kitchen area instead, leaning against the counter while he struggles to get you a glass of water with one hand. He doesn’t notice you struggling to hop up on the counter, and by the time he makes a stuttered protest, you’re already sitting on top, your head resting lightly on one of the kitchen cabinets.

The soulmate connection is making you a bit lightheaded -- or maybe that’s still the blood loss.

“Don’t do stuff like that while you’re still injured,” he says as he hands you the glass of water.

“Thanks.” You don’t address his nagging, preferring to chug down the water instead.

Jihoon watches you, concern written all over his face. His hand tightens ever so slightly around yours, and you try not to focus on the way his thumb rubs over the back of your hand.

“You look like you have questions.”

Before you’d flopped onto his balcony, you’d prepared yourself for an interrogation, but with the way he’s looking at you, this isn’t going to be one.

He speaks softly, like talking too loud will break you. “What... happened?”

“Drug bust.” You take another sip of water, and Jihoon seems to bristle at your casual air. “Normally I leave dealers alone, but...”

“But?”

You put the glass down, suddenly not wanting to meet Jihoon’s eyes.

There are only two people in your life who know about your alternate identity. Three now, you suppose. Your best friend has known since the beginning, though, and his doctor friend he roped into this mess -- who's conveniently out of town for the week -- politely asked you to keep any and all details regarding your vigilante work from him. Plausible deniability and all that.

So it's not often you talk about the world's injustices with someone who doesn't really... know you.

Your soulmate has no idea who you are.

“This guy,” you say. Errant thoughts are useless, so you simply continue. “He deals to kids -- targets them, specifically. And he laces his shit so they keep coming back for more until--”

Jihoon steps closer when your breath hitches.

“...A kid OD’ed yesterday. She’s in the hospital now, and she’s going to be okay, but...” You bring a hand up to your face, digging your finger into the corner of your eye. Oh, so now you’re going to cry, huh? “I couldn’t let this guy keep hurting kids like that. I had to take it into my own hands.”

“You got shot.”

A snort escapes you, and you gasp a bit in pain when your shoulder protests the sudden movement. Jihoon’s healing touch works quickly, but apparently not quick enough.

“I know I got shot,” you say with a smile. “It’s a part of the process.”

Jihoon doesn’t seem to like that. “You should have been more careful.”

“I was careful. Believe me, it could’ve gone a lot worse.” You try to laugh it off, but he isn’t amused. “Besides, the fact that I got shot and had to high-tail it out of there means that asshole is still on the streets. I need to find him again.”

Pressing his lips into a thin line, Jihoon just looks at you. It’s almost uncomfortable under his gaze, but you don’t break the eye contact, too scared of what will happen if you look away.

This is the longest you’ve ever spoken to him.

You only wish it was under better circumstances.

“Well.” You slide off the countertop, pulling your hand out of his grip. He’s too surprised by the sudden change in pace that he barely even reacts. “Thanks for your help, Jihoon. Seriously.”

“I-- you’re not--” he stumbles over his words again, but his intention is clear.

Already partway to the balcony door, you turn around to face him again.

“I’m fine,” you insist, rotating your shoulder to show him. Still, the movement makes you wince, and you can tell Jihoon sees through your bullshit.

“You’re not fine.”

“Even so.” You take hold of the mask still hanging around your neck and bring it back over your face. Hooking the straps behind your ears, you try to give him a look that says goodbye. “I have to get going.”

“Are you going after him again?” Jihoon asks, voice harder than before. “That drug dealer?”

You sigh, one hand on the balcony door. “Someone has to.”

“Don’t. You’ll get hurt again.”

Looking at him again, you narrow your eyes. His hands are wringing together, but the glint in his eye is sharp.

“And what, Jihoon? Let him keep peddling drugs to teenagers? Wait until another one overdoses? I don’t have a choice--”

“What if it’s worse next time? What if I can’t help you?” He steps closer.

You snap. “I don’t want your help.”

“Why not?”

He’s up close now, barely a foot between the two of you as you try not to lean your weight on the sliding door. You’re less healed than you thought, but you can’t let it show.

“No offense, Jihoon,” you say with a scoff, “but I don’t really feel like spending time with a soulmate who doesn’t want me.”

He blinks, mouth opening slightly, but no words come out. You take that moment to slide open the door behind you and slip out, hopping over the railing and bracing yourself over the edge.

You look back up at him where he hasn’t moved from the doorway. He’s still staring at you.

“Don’t tell anyone about this,” you say.

And with that, you disappear into the night.

part two: Find Me; Fear Me

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— FINALE.

YEARNING

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synopsis: for yn it was love at first sight, but for jihoon it was annoyed at first..

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Lover || Paper Rings Part Two

Lee Jihoon x f!Reader

Part One

Summary: Honeymoon sex with Jihoon! Yay!

Rating: M (18+) (MINORS I WILL FIND YOU AND I WILL TAKEN YOU)

Word Count: ~4k

Warnings: this is like ... filthy tbh, size kink, strength kink, manhandling, marking, marriage kink, praise kink, oral f. rec., fingering, facesitting, big dick jihoon, unprotected piv sex, he cums inside, cum feeding/eating, finger sucking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, tiny bit of aftercare

Reader notes: rare reader pov, obsessed with jihoon's body, he calls you little wife but that's not about your size it's just hot to me idk, wap reader, gets a bit teary

It’s been a long day, travel and sightseeing and a ridiculous amount of food consumed, and you can’t tell which you want to do more - crawl into bed or fuck your husband. 

Your husband! you squeal internally, still in disbelief that you get to call Jihoon that. 

The wedding had been beautiful, quiet and small and filled with friends and family, exactly what the two of you had wanted. 

Soonyoung gave a shockingly earnest and respectful toast as Jihoon’s best man, adding in only one dirty joke about the honeymoon, right at the end too, so everyone could laugh away the awkwardness and focus on the next speech. 

Each of the guys insisted on giving one, and it felt a bit like that part in Twilight Breaking Dawn Part 1, with Seokmin and Seungkwan tipsily singing a new rendition of Say Yes where you… said yes.

Minghao had rolled his eyes until they nearly popped out of his head, but clapped all the same and delivered his toast with grace and great insight. Jun followed, wishing you both happiness and patience with the twelve grown manchildren you’d accidentally adopted, and Mingyu had continued from there, asking Jihoon, “I’ll always be your favorite though, right?” and frowning when Soonyoung shouted “WRONG!” and Jihoon sheepishly nodded in agreement. 

Joshua and Jeonghan gave a joint speech, promising to tone down their hijinks and assuring you’d enjoy their gifts, which could only mean they were sexual in nature, or incredibly thoughtful and touching. 

Chan had cried, sobbing about how much he loved you both and making you promise to never get a divorce, to which Jihoon responded, “Wasn’t planning on it, buddy.” Chan had deflated like he really thought it was a possibility, and you and Jihoon exchanged bemused looks over sips of champagne.

Vernon had stood up slowly, straightening his suit and strutting to the microphone, before leaning in close and saying, “Good job. Stay happy. Bye,” in his slightly flat voice, nodding in finality and returning to his seat. The applause came a bit apprehensively, but grew when Seungcheol got up and claimed all credit for your relationship and subsequent marriage, saying it was only right that he pay for your honeymoon since it was his doing. This came as a shock to both you and Jihoon, and you stared at each other in confusion when Cheol handed you a check for two thousand dollars, then shook both of your hands and grabbed a new glass of champagne on his way back to his table. 

Wonwoo was meant to go next, but decided he had no way to top that, and said he’d give you his speech in private when you got back from your honeymoon. 

You're still thinking about it as you walk out of the bathroom, absentmindedly patting night cream into your skin and hoping Wonwoo won’t make you cry uncontrollably, when your eyes find Jihoon and you nearly stumble over your feet. 

His pale skin glows against the navy sheets, the sheer size of him shocking you for a moment. He’s hugging the blankets, eyes closed, but probably waiting for you to worm your way into his arms. His breaths are deep, making his chest rise and fall, and his arms tense to keep the blankets tight against his body. 

You stare as you climb into bed, eyes roving over all of his exposed skin. Jihoon had flung his shirt off as soon as you’d entered the hotel room, complaining of the heat, and although he was liable to strip at every opportunity, you still felt your lungs stutter. You had stared then too, his pecs looking dewy with sweat and his abs flexing with each breath. He’d given you a quizzical look - his nakedness was normal for him, he didn’t get why you were looking so intently. 

He’d looked massive then, and he does now too, with the blankets gathered up in his arms. His shoulders span the pillow, his trapezius sloping elegantly, his deltoids and biceps bulging against the fabric, and you just can't take your eyes off of him.

Jihoon peeks an eye open, face flat, obviously questioning why you aren’t on top of him yet and you feel yourself flush, avoiding his gaze and letting your eyes wander around the room as if you’re taking in the décor. He groans in exasperation and throws the blankets aside, gripping your wrist gently in his hand and pulling until you lay atop his chest. 

“What are you staring at?” Jihoon asks tiredly yet fondly. 

You bite your lip and scrunch your brows together, contemplating whether or not you should tell him the truth. His thumb smooths out the wrinkle between your eyebrows then pulls your lip from your teeth, pressing it down a little. You melt into him. 

“You just look so big,” you whine, pressing your face into his chest. You feel Jihoon snort under you, both of his hands coming up to cradle your face and make you look at him. He furrows his brows and connects your eyes with his, seemingly trying to read your mind. 

“You see me everyday,” Jihoon reminds you, his face screwed up in a confused smile. 

He just doesn’t get it, you lament. 

“I know! But you’re different tonight, I don't know if it’s the dark sheets, or if you’re extra bulky today but…” your eyes start to take in his body again and you feel like you might cry. You know he’s perceiving you, taking in the quickness of your breath and the way your lashes flutter as your eyes wander. 

Honest to god, your bottom lip is quivering and he just rolls his eyes and leans down to bite it between his teeth. You breathe out an embarrassing whine into his mouth and he tightens his hold around you, barrel rolling you under him in a shockingly smooth manner. You break away in surprise and he laughs, trailing kisses down your neck and biting at your collarbones. 

Your eyes only get wider when he begins sucking a mark into the front of your shoulder, lips pressing against your skin and teeth digging into the flesh till he can see indents. He continues laying kisses down your neck, tilting his head to suck a twin bruise into your other shoulder, and his lips briefly leave you so he can set his hands on your shirt and notch an eyebrow up. 

You nod quickly, sitting up slightly as he straddles you so he can yank your shirt off. He fixes your hair and leans down to kiss you again, arms boxing you in and thighs strong against your own. You’re completely surrounded by him, bathed in the scent that follows Jihoon everywhere. 

He lifts his leg to pull yours up around his waist and drops his hips down into yours, grinding against your pajama shorts. He’s breathing hotly into your mouth, fingers pressing into your thigh and traveling up to hold your hip as you wind your fingers in his hair and pull, just a little. 

That sends his hips down harder against yours, and you tap his thigh till you can pull your other leg out and wrap it around his waist. You feel him getting hard against you and tilt your hips up, hoping his movements will catch your clit, but he pulls away, tugging your pajama bottoms off as he slides down your body to lay between your thighs. 

You stare down at Jihoon, breathing faster the longer you look at him, your eyes roving over his features, from the freckle under his eye to the creases in the corners of his mouth that appear when he smiles at you. He presses a kiss to each of your inner thighs, nipping lightly, before shifting down onto his elbows, hauling your legs over his shoulders and sliding his hands under your hips. You gasp as he pulls you toward his face, propping you up with his grip on your ass and leaning closer to place a wet kiss on your pussy. 

Fuck, he’s so strong.

His tongue glides through your folds, dipping into your entrance for a quick taste before licking up to your clit and curling around it. Your head swims, blood rushing to your brain with the position he has you in, and you try to move your hips with him, but you’re immobile with him holding you up like he is. 

You have no choice but to take the pleasure he’s bathing you in, let it wash over you, let your moans and gasps and sighs out because you can’t express your appreciation with your hips. You’re pretty sure Jihoon loves it, with the way he’s groaning into your pussy and pushing his hips against the bed, and you know you love it, hope this is something he’ll bring home with him, something he’ll do again and again and again. 

You’re getting close fast, sink a hand into his hair to warn him, but you know he knows. Jihoon knows your body like the back of his hand, probably knew you were close before you did, if the way he instantly doubled his efforts tells you anything. His tongue is inescapable, insistent on your clit, and you wish you could have something inside too, his fingers or his dick or-

Jihoon’s tongue plunges into you, firm and wet and soft, and he fucks you with it, pressing his nose into your clit and groaning at the way you try to buck against him, digging his fingers into your ass and pulling you closer to him. 

His face is buried in you; you’re not sure how he can breathe or if he even can, but you can’t care, can’t think, as Jihoon shakes his head, sending his tongue deeper inside you, and grinds into your clit with the bridge of his nose. You clench around his tongue, whining when Jihoon keeps thrusting it in and out of you, pushing past the tightening of your entrance and providing delicious friction on your walls.

His head lifts as he shoves his tongue as deep into your pussy as it can go, pressing the tip of his nose up under the hood of your clit, making your thighs tremble on his shoulders. Jihoon’s never eaten you out like this before, so ravenously, so voraciously, like it’s more for his pleasure than yours, and that thought is enough to send you over the edge. 

You gush around his tongue, and he opens his mouth, suctioning his lips around you, grumbling into your pussy as you cum, your wetness dripping down his jaw.

You’re still gasping, your pussy tightening and releasing, when he pulls away and gives you a considering look. You have no idea what Jihoon’s thinking about - you can barely think at all - and you cry out in surprise as he shoves his hands under you further and rolls onto his back, pulling you with him until you sit astride his face. 

You can feel the metal of his wedding band against your skin and his fingers tracing up and down your sides as you reorient yourself.

You’ve done this once with him before, but you’d been so self conscious you couldn’t relax enough to fully enjoy it. 

That’s not a problem now, your knees too weak to hold you up and your thighs still shuddering with the force of your orgasm, and Jihoon knows this, the smirk you feel against your pussy saying that this had been his plan all along. 

You can’t find it in yourself to be upset, not when this position means you can feel the full length of his tongue on your clit and he can slide his fingers inside you from behind, immediately curling them into your g-spot and working you up to a second climax at lightspeed. It’s almost too much, his mouth and his fingers together, the thought that you’re sitting on your husband’s face, the fact that he’d put you there himself. 

Your hips stutter as you start to grind down onto him, and the moan Jihoon releases into your pussy sends vibrations through your whole body, little zaps of electric pleasure rolling up your spine. The hand on your hip squeezes tighter, guides you and helps you find a rhythm, and soon enough, you’re fucking his face. 

You’re pretty sure Jihoon is having the time of his life, turning your head to see his hips bucking into the air, dick tenting his pajama pants, the bright pink head peeking out of the waistband. 

Fuck, he’s so hard, and huge, and leaking precum onto his stomach, making his abs glisten, and you whine and grind down harder, already thinking about his cock splitting you open. 

He’s thinking about it too, it seems, because he sinks another finger inside you, scissors them, spreads you open, slides in another. He’s fucking you with four long, thick fingers now, and you know you’ll still have to stretch around him, but you adore the stretch, revel in it like you’re reveling in his tongue on your pussy now. 

It does something to you, having his sweet, talented mouth working you like this, hearing the voice people pay for moaning into you, feeling the fingers that create masterpieces make a masterpiece of you. 

You’re so close, so fucking close, and when Jihoon angles his forearm, digs his fingers into your g-spot, you break with a wail. Your pussy sucks his fingers in deeper, your clit throbs on his tongue, and he keeps going, fucks you through it until you’re arching away and crying into the warm air of the hotel room. 

Jihoon shuffles you down his body, gasping for breath through lips shiny with your wetness, “so good, baby, you did so good,” he pants as he sits up and curls around you. You’re sitting in his lap, his knees bent behind you to support your back, one of his hands pressed to your heart and the other curved around your cheek, and you’ve never felt safer in your life.

You love being surrounded by Jihoon like this, bundled up against him and protected by the cocoon of his body, but there’s one thing that could make it better. 

“Jihoonie, will you please fuck me?” you ask quietly, talking against the thumb that was  absentmindedly petting your lips, and Jihoon pulls his eyes from your mouth to meet your gaze. 

His breathing grows labored, his cock jumping against your pussy, and you realize how close he’s been to you this whole time. His eyes are blazing, slightly narrowed as he considers your request. 

“You’re not tired or sore?” he confirms, eyebrows furrowed as if daring you to lie, but it’s the truth when you shake your head, lean in close to press your lips to his, whisper against them, “I want you in me, Jihoon, I want you to fuck me, please.”

He holds your gaze as he moves his hands to hold your ass again, fingers digging into the flesh, and lifts you, flicking his eyes down between your bodies. You reach down, pulling his cock out of his pants, stroking along the length and squeezing the head before lining him up with your entrance. He lets you sink down slowly, and you sigh at the delicious stretch, your pussy swallowing around him as he pushes in deeper and deeper. 

Jihoon’s so big, everywhere, and you’ve always been obsessed with it, will always be obsessed with him. You know this to be true as his thick cock splits you in half, your eyelids fluttering and small whimpers coming from the depths of your chest. 

You know Jihoon’s obsessed with you too though, know he loves feeling your pussy adjust to welcome him, hug him so tight, suck him in so deep, and he throbs inside of you, spitting precum already. 

He’s close, his jaw tense with how hard he’s gritting his teeth, his eyebrows twitching with each quiver of your pussy around him. You’re drenched, your cunt practically weeping around him, and you know you’ll only get messier when he cums inside you. 

It won’t be long for either of you, not after the stress of the wedding and the way Jihoon had looked at you when you checked into the hotel with your first name and his last, not with his length buried in you to the hilt, gravity helping you take in the last couple inches.

He hasn’t even moved yet but you feel like you could cum right now, just from how thick and hot he feels inside you, and when he lifts you and starts bringing you down on his cock, your head drops onto his shoulder and you suck in a wet gasp against his smooth skin. 

You can feel him making space inside of you, feel your walls molding to the shape of his dick, feel him twitch and jerk on the next thrust when you clench down on purpose. He groans at you, annoyed that you’re trying to make him cum before you do, but it’s about to work and you know it. 

Jihoon never lets himself cum before you, has gone so far as to pull out and bring you to the edge with his fingers then slip back inside you just as you’re cumming, so your quivering walls can bring him with you. You’re not sure why you suddenly want JIhoon to break first, but by God, he will if it’s the last thing you do. 

You squeeze around his cock every time he pulls you down on it, making him moan and bury his face in your neck, sucking kisses and nipping bites into your skin. He gets harder in you, bigger, somehow, and you can hear the groan building in his chest, rising up and out of his throat as he cums, his cock spurting streams of cum inside you, flooding your insides with warmth you can feel all the way in your stomach. His arms crush you to his chest, his face digging into your neck, moans vibrating through your skin to settle in your tummy as a tightly wound coil. 

You’re right there, and as soon as one of his hands drifts down to rub a finger over your clit, you’re gone, cumming around his still hard dick, walls clamping so tight he has to hold you down on his cock so you don’t force it out.

Some of his cum and yours seep out around where he’s plugging you up, and Jihoon slides the finger on your clit down, swipes through the mess and brings it up to your mouth. You open automatically, closing your lips and suctioning around his finger, whining at the combination of your tastes. 

Jihoon’s gaze on you is heavy, his eyes half lidded and his broad chest expanding rapidly with his breaths, and you’ve barely caught yours before he’s pushing you off his lap onto your back, his cock slipping out of you in the process. You tumble onto the sheets with a squeak, bundling them up in your fingers when he climbs on top of you, his mouth flattened into a straight line and his jaw clenched. 

“I bet you think you’re cute, don’t you? Making me cum first,” Jihoon starts, “I bet you’re so proud of yourself, little wife, aren’t you?”

You shake your head, eyes wide and core clenching at his low words. You know he’s not actually upset, but the idea is enough to make you hot again, a fresh wave of wetness leaking from you onto the duvet. You thank yourself silently for requesting a two king bed room, knowing you wouldn’t want to sleep on dirty sheets. 

Jihoon’s scooping up his cum and pushing it back inside your cunt but that won’t help the wetness that’s already leaked out of you, that’s continuing to leak out of you, as he slides two fingers in deep and hooks them into your g-spot. You’re starting to feel a little sore, a little swollen, but you love it, had hoped for this exact scenario, and you bask in the stinging pleasure washing over you. 

He’s been talking to you this whole time, whispers of his plans for the rest of your honeymoon, of how beautiful you looked in your dress, of how badly he wanted to rip your pretty lingerie off of you, of how he stopped himself because he knew you wanted to keep it forever. His voice is deep in your ear, his lips brushing against your neck, and you feel something new, deep deep inside you when he curls his fingers into the patch of nerves just a bit harder than before. 

You run with it, squeezing his digits with your pussy and rocking your hips, just about ready to beg him for... something.

You’re not sure what yet, but you know you need it, and you know Jihoon can give it to you. 

“Please, Hoonie, please,” you gasp, “I need-”

“I know what you need, baby,” Jihoon reassures you, dipping down your body once more to drag his tongue over your swollen clit. It’s almost too good, the pressure and softness of his lithe tongue on you, and you can feel the ice entering your veins and flowing through your blood, biting bliss clouding your mind and stealing your voice. 

His fingers dig into you again, harder and harder and harder, and it’s building inside of you, growing in your stomach and sending tingles throughout your body, and you can’t think, can’t speak, can’t breathe when he sucks your clit into his mouth and grinds his fingers deep into your sweet spot. 

Your muscles seize up and your stomach clenches, breath exiting your lungs in a weak shout as you cum, dam breaking inside of you to let slick gush out and splash all over Jihoon’s face, dripping down his neck to coat his tendons in a fine sheen of your wetness. He groans into you desperately, pulling his fingers out to strum your clit and opening his mouth to catch what he can. 

Jihoon works you through your orgasm, pets your clit gently, grinning at how it throbs under his fingers, and looks up to check in on you. 

You can barely see him through your wet eyelashes, his figure fuzzy around the edges from the tears in your eyes, and you can’t make your limbs work, manage to do grabby hands at him until he rises and lays on top of you. 

Sometimes, when Jihoon makes you cum really, really hard, you need his weight on you after. It’s soothing to you, feeling his heat and bulk pressing you into the bed, feeling his heart beat against yours, trying to match your breathing with his. He brings you back down to earth, keeps you anchored when you feel you could float away like a balloon without a string. 

You come back to yourself slowly, your hearing clearing up to make out his whispers. 

“Love you, baby.”

“You’re so good for me, so so good.”

“Hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my fucking life, Jesus Christ.”

“I can’t wait to make you do that again.”

“So pretty, so beautiful, my sweet little wife.”

You feel your cheeks flush, push your face into his neck in shyness, and Jihoon must feel the heat against his skin because he pulls away to look down at you. 

His eyes are soft, lips stretched in a secret smile that puckers as he presses kisses all over your face, kisses your tears away before kissing your lips chastely. 

“You okay, baby? Took you a couple minutes to come back this time. Was it too much?” Jihoon asks with light concern, trusting that you’d have stopped him if you needed to, but worried all the same. 

“No, Jihoon, it was great,” you sigh dreamily, “wonderful, amazing, life changing. Best husband ever.” 

Your hands are finally mobile again, drift to his back to run your fingers over his muscles, take in the sheer breadth of the man on top of you. 

Jihoon chuckles at you, shaking his head as if in disbelief his wife was so obsessed with his body. Who can blame you though?

He works hard and it shows, and if anyone deserves to appreciate that hard work, it’s you. 

You’ll be happy to remind him of that for the rest of your lives.

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