Hehe I Am Actually The Teacher Jihoon Anon And Also The Ceo Jihoon Anon!!! I Guess I Am Career Woozi

hehe i am actually the teacher jihoon anon and also the ceo jihoon anon!!! i guess i am career woozi anon now 🤔 but i just wanted to say thank you for making my thoughts come into reality!! thank you for writing them and i’m glad i could help you get out of a lil writing rut with the teacher idea <3

but 👀 since we are on the topic of jihoon… i recently got his fts carat vers album and in the pcs there is one of him with one of his feet on like something a little bit smaller than a table… if that makes sense, ever since i got it i can’t stop thinking about ceo jihoon or just jihoon fucking you in a similar position 😵‍💫 after you purposely make him jealous too or wear something revealing… phew. i hope i described the position well enough? but i’m sure u can look at the pcs! hehe just some jihoon brainrot i hope i can dump my thoughts in ur inbox 🤲🏻

first off hi im so sorry this took so long (im always saying that but i do feel bad that im such a mess) but i didn't realize you're the same anon haha! i love it sm thank you for all of your requests <<33

secondly so i actually can't find the pc you're talking about 😭😭 i feel so bad and i can't tell if im imagining the position well but i love the idea of jealous ceo jihoon so i hope this suffices (if not maybe send me an ask with the pc and i'll see what i can do?)

pt. 1

[minors dni]

it's been a few weeks since the encounter between you and jihoon in his office and thought it seems like jihoon has stopped his mistreatment towards you, he hasn't alluded to that day at all

he's nothing but proper around you; formal greetings in the morning, considering your ideas in meetings, praising the work you turn in. it's strange and you almost wish he would go back to degrading you every second, at least then you knew he acknowledged you, it's almost like you don't exist anymore

you tell yourself he probably regrets it. he's your ceo for goodness sakes, of course he regrets it. you hate yourself for caring so much because you know jihoon is nothing but a up tight, rude man who thinks of only himself first. the thing is you thought that just maybe it meant something, the other day in his office. he literally called you his favorite how can that not mean something?

well if he's not going to care about you, then you're not going to care about him. it's not like it would have gone anywhere anyways, jihoon isn't worth your worries

"y/n!" you look at the call of your voice to see kwon soonyoung approaching your desk. you like soonyoung, he's upbeat and nice and has always backed you when jihoon was too harsh

"hi soonyoung. how can i help you?"

"would you mind if i ate lunch with you today? it just feels like it's been a while since we've caught up"

"no i wouldn't mind at all" you smile up at the man and he grins happily back at you

soonyoung takes a seat at your desk and pulls his lunch out. you two start a conversation about your lives outside of work. you listen to soonyoung talk about his secondary job as an afternoon choreographer at a dance studio and you can't help but get lost in his stories about his students. you can tell he has a passion for what he does and loves the students he works with

eventually the conversation switches over to you and you're telling soonyoung your own stories when you hear your name shouted across the office

"y/n l/n! my office. now." you look over to see jihoon standing by the elevator, an angry look on his face. soonyoung gives you a worried glance and you quietly excuse yourself before scurrying over to the elevator

jihoon doesn't speak as you two ride up to his office. he doesn't say a single thing until you two are inside his office, the doors shut and locked

"you really do know how to get someone's attention, don't you?"

"i don't know what you're talking about, sir"

"you and kwon soonyoung. don't think i didn't notice the way he was all over you"

"he was just being friendly"

"is that what wanting to get into someone's pants is called these days?"

"jihoon i don't understand what the problem is here. soonyoung and i are friends. it was just lunch"

"the problem is you belong to me" jihoon grabs your face and forces you to look directly at him "you got that?"

you're feeling bold so you spit out "you've barely acknowledge me for the past two weeks"

"so you go and throw yourself at someone else? i didn't take you for a slut, mx. l/n"

"i- that's not- jihoon-"

"do you not want to belong to me?" he's asking permission. in his own fucked up, power hungry way, he's asking permission

you take a big gulp before answering "i- i do, sir"

"that's what i thought. be good now"

with a hand still cupping your face jihoon pulls you into a rough kiss. your lips are messy as they press against each other, desire running through your body

jihoon's hand slides down your neck and to your shirt where he starts to unbutton your shirt. his fingers are nimble and soon your bare skin is exposed to the room. his hands run over your torso, his fingers cold against your warm skin, and you shiver. you feel jihoon smirk at that before his fingers breech the waistband of your pants

his fingers trail against your skin and you gasp into his mouth when his hand plunges deep and cups you over your most sensitive parts. you whine a bit and buck into his hand

"so needy" jihoon tuts

his fingers push back further until his digits trace around your entrance, teasing you

"jihoon please" you beg

"please what?"

"please fuck me. i need it. i need you"

"that's what i like to hear"

jihoon pulls his hands out of your pants and quickly unbuttons them and pulls them down along with your underwear. there's a coffee table sitting in the corner of his office and he points to it

"bend over"

you quickly follow orders, rushing to bend over the table for him, not wanting to prolong him not being inside of you any longer. you feel a big embarassed with your whole ass exposed to the room, wantonly waiting as jihoon takes his time to walk over to you

you hear his own pants drop to the floor before he squirts some lube onto his fingers and shoves them inside of you. you jolt and moan as he fingers you open. he doesn't keep his fingers inside of you for long though, because soon he's pulling them up and grabing your hips to pull them up to meet his cock

without much warning he thrusts into you and you have to bite down on your lower lip to keep your screams in. you breathing gets choppy as jihoon pistons into you, pounding into you fast and hard

his cock is heavy and large and feels even better than his fingers did the last time jihoon touched you

it doesn't take long for you body to start to feel heavy with pleasure, your mind fuzzy with the only thought floating through you head being jihoon jihoon jihoon

jihoon props his leg up onto the table and pulls yours hips into his and you whine at the way his cock digs into your sweet spot at this angle

"only i get you like this, got it? you're my pretty little thing and no one else's. especially not kwon soonyoung's"

"fuck jihoon, only you. no one else makes me feel this good. promise"

"say it again"

"only you jihoon. i'm yours"

"yes, that's it. so good for me"

one of jihoon's hands reaches around to rub at where you ache the most for his touch

"so tight y/n" jihoon grunts "not gonna last much longer"

"sir please cum in me, please"

your words and the breathlessness of your tone is all it takes for jihoon to spill over, filling you full of his seed

your own release comes quickly after as jihoon presses a kiss to your neck, the press of his warm lips against your neck sending you over the edge. you shake in jihoon's grip as your insides pulse around jihoon's cock

you're panting as jihoon pulls out of you. he grabs a tissue off of the coffee table to wipe you both off

you both get dressed again and for a second you're both awkwardly standing around until you turn to leave

"y/n wait" jihoon grabs your arm "i- uhm, i'm sorry...if i came off too strong earlier. i've uh, never done something like this before so-"

"it's okay jihoon, i get it. don't worry. i won't tell anyone either, if that's what you're worried about"

"no! that's not it i just-" you don't think you've ever seen your boss so distressed before "would you like to have dinner with me tonight?"

oh. that's not what you were expecting at all

"oh! uhm. y-yes, i'd like that a lot" you can feel your face heat up with your fluster

"good. well uhm. i'll see you tonight" jihoon stands there for a moment like he doesn't know what to do before he quickly leans in to press a kiss to your cheek and then he turns and walks over to his desk like he didn't just do that

you smile to yourself as you head out of jihoon's office, giddy for what's to come later

hello! i couldn't find the wonhui x reader threesome around here. can you write one?? thankuu!

first of all, thanks anon for bringing up one of my favorite duos!! and secondly, why not -

Flip, Sip or Strip🎲 // Wonhui Oneshot // <<TEASER>>

ᥫ᭡ pairing: wonwoo×fem!reader×junhui

ᥫ᭡ genre: smut with barely any plot,minors dni, threesome,college au, bestfriends to bedfriends, sexual games

ᥫ᭡tags: rough sex, double penetration,oral(both m and f receiving),ass fuck,pussy slapping, lots of spanking, breast play, slight voyeurism, use of pet names, degradation kink, fingering, mention of heavy thunder and rain, orgasm denial, alcohol consumption, use of explicit language.

ᥫ᭡synopsis: what happens when you are ganged up by your bestfriends to play a game of pleasures.

ᥫ᭡word count: 209 for the teaser

ᥫ᭡banner credits: @classicscreations

If y'all wanna be added to the taglist of this oneshot, or the permanent taglist, then just drop a comment under this or just reblog the post. thank you☆

•TAGS ARE STILL UNDER THE CUT•

Deciding to ditch the senior prom after a futile attempt to secure a date, was probably the only right decision you've made in your life so far, as you now sit on your living room's cold marble, surrounded by your two same fated bestfriends .

"Let's at least play something mahn. I can't afford to spend this 'supposed to be special' evening just by ogling at these pair of four eyed bean paws" one with the two toned hair tiffs as he chucks down the remainings of his beer can.

"Oh pls Jun! Stop taking out the frustration of being rejected by that bitchy doll of yours, on us." you snap back trailing in an annoyed tsk from the former.

"Hui kinda makes sense tho yk. When's everyone having fun at the party, us just sitting here and seeping into a void, feels illegal" the permed hair boy finally speaks out, equipping his cat ears.

"Tch! Whatever!! It's not like you two will be able to spice up the night anyways. So whatever goes with you!" quite unwilling giving in to jun's call, you completely fail to foresee the cataclysm you've brought upon yourself.

"Why don't we let a game of Flip, Sip or Strip decide that ,kitten!"

SEUNGKWAN GOING SEVENTEEN EP.76

LET'S PLAY. (teaser)

pairing ⇝ kim mingyu x reader.

summary ⇝ a rich group of friends visit the club you work at with plenty of money to burn. luckily, you caught the eyes of kim mingyu, son of a wealthy ceo, and he caught yours, a college-dropout-turned-stripper. mingyu buys his way to be your weekly client, not only for your dancing, but to win your affection through the humble use of boardgames.

tags ⇝ strangers to lovers, smut (not in teaser), businessman!mingyu, stripper!reader, dropout!reader. tba.

warnings ⇝ language, light alcohol consumption, gender neutral reader but has female body, money hungry people and reader, huge size kink (not sorry), club scene (not really detailed), very light blasphemy (like once), welcomed objectification, eventual sexual scenes (not in teaser). tba.

word count ⇝ 1.3k and some change. (teaser)

note: here’s a little peek into what i pumped out in the last 24 hours worked on recently. ♡ it’s a silly little story with a silly little cute prompt that will eventually turn into something nasty.. haha.. this is very self-indulgent. it’s been a long time since i’ve written anything long so i apologize for the pacing or any awkward parts, i am still trying to find my rhythm again. T_T the teaser may have some changes here and there in the final draft. no beta reader i am rawdogging this. 

minors do not interact!!!!!

reblog to support my silly little agenda!

You would like to think of yourself as a patient person. 

You were the type to willingly loiter around a restaurant for a friend who claimed they were “on their way” thirty minutes ago despite their apartment being a ten-minute walk away. You bore through the monotonous intricacies of a college degree you hated and had it suck three years out of your lifespan before you ultimately decided to remove yourself from it all. You were a perfect picture of tolerance before your obnoxious clients and their repulsive lust that breathed in your ear as you did your routine work of hovering your ass over their laps. These alone were enough for you to convince yourself of your strong resilience. So why does the mere presence of one Kim Mingyu demolish your belief?

CRASH!

“This is the third time you’ve lost,” Mingyu laughed, nudging over the fallen Jenga blocks that had landed over his unsuspecting hand. “You’re even worse than me. Are you just bad at this game, or is there something on your mind?”

You frowned. There were, in fact, about a hundred things on your mind, but you were not about to let him know about any of it, despite him being the subject of every single one. No, you let it fester in your mind a little longer as you grumble and move to stack the blocks once again on the carpeted floor.

It had been five weeks since Kim Mingyu had become your client, which would mark tonight your fifth private meeting. You remembered the first night you crossed paths. It was on a Friday, the busiest night of the week at the club. Backstage in the flurry of makeup retouches, counting cash, and clacking heels, whispers floated around about a trio of rich, handsome men gracing them with their presence.

“A pretty face that one had,” said one dancer. “It’s so angelic that it seems out of place here. Makes me wonder if his friends had dragged him here to sin with them.”

Another dancer snorted. “That angel slipped me a wad of cash the moment I flaunted my tits in his direction. Being a heavy tipper like that, it seems like he’s more than glad to be sinning against his God.”

“His friend beside him with the pretty lips is a big tipper too,” piped in another with glee. “I have enough to pay rent for three months!”

“And what about the other?” You had asked, intrigued by these generous men, or at least the wealth they had on their person. 

“He’s massive,” the first girl noted right away, sounding way too pleased by this fact. “And so gorgeous. But I haven’t heard of him tipping anyone just yet." A sigh. "He might be a tough one.”

You perk up at that. You do love a challenge.

You find them almost immediately, not even taking a step or two out on the main floor before your eyes land on the men seated far right by the stage. They were easy to spot because by God, the girls weren’t kidding about them being handsome and rich. They were talking amongst themselves, all wearing suits perfectly cut and tailored to hug their bodies in the right places—a true testament to their wealth. You easily make out the angel, a long-haired fellow wearing a sweet smile on his pretty features as he converses with his friends. Pretty lips, you guessed, was the one sitting beside the angel with a squarish build and attractive boyish features that complemented his full lips. Your guess was soon proved correct when your eyes roved over to the third because once again, the girls weren’t kidding, this one was massive. 

Unlike his friends, he wore no blazer and a tie was nowhere to be found, just a glint of his skin from where he unbuttoned the two top buttons of his white dress shirt. His raven hair reached his shoulders like the angel’s, though it curled in way that the angel's did not; it framed his strong face beautifully, adding a spiff of delicateness to his defined features. He was the only one with a glass of whiskey on hand (the other two having left theirs on the table) and he took sips, his eyes flitting over the dancers on stage. A familiar glimmer of pleasure was seen in his gaze as it was in every customer’s, but you could not find anything distasteful about his, though you couldn’t exactly pinpoint why it was so. Maybe because it looked like he was appreciating everything—the dancers, the movements of their performance—and not completely thinking with his dick. To a normal eye, one would not be able to tell the difference, but you worked as a dancer long enough to see the difference between complete dick thinkers and respectful dick thinkers who actually appreciate stripping as an art.  

There was no hesitation in your steps as you made your way over to the pole closest to them. You’re thankful you chose to wear one of your best pieces tonight—a tight one piece lustered in glittering gold with a large cutout made between your breasts and high cuts to accentuate the length of your legs. It did its job of drawing attention, the men almost immediately looking over to assess the shining newcomer. Having the eyes of three handsome men on you worked wonders on your confidence as you began your routine, twirling your way around the pole with natural elegance you had trained to achieve. Your eyes lock on Pretty Lips first, who had now spread those pretty lips into an interested grin. Angel leaned back against the booth, watching with keen eyes and that same sweet smile, though now slicked with something a little more crude. Then Massive, oh Massive, he watched you with that same intent and appreciative gaze you caught him with when he was watching the other dancers. Watching him have that gaze and having that gaze on you were two totally different feelings. It felt heavy on you, but somehow you felt liberated at the same time.

You gave it your all—swaying your hips around, feeling your body up in ways you knew these men wanted to feel you up themselves, and throwing a ribald smile here and there paired with batting lashes. Those smiles went more to Massive, being the competitive person you are and remembering the challenge you had taken upon yourself. But also because there was just something about him that drew you in, like a magnet finding its opposite pole. There was no resistance, you kept with the flow and lost yourself in it.

Massive smiled back, tongue poking the inside of his cheek, as he unabashedly takes in everything you were giving to him with eager eyes, looking equally as drawn to you.

By the end of it, you were panting, chest visibly heaving up and down. Predictably, the men's eyes were drawn to that and a knowing smile crept up your face. Thankfully, Massive’s friends were in the rare ‘respectful dick thinkers’ category as well, or you wouldn’t have enjoyed your performance as much as you had. You felt pretty good about yourself. You felt beautiful. You felt wanted.

To your delight, Pretty Lips and Angel both handed out their tips in one large bundle each, to which you accepted with a wink thrown their way. To your utter disappointment, Massive did not move to give a tip. He stayed still, glass of whiskey on hand and resting atop his (massive) thigh. But he was still smiling, his head cocked to the side, and somehow that had your face warming for the first time in a long time since you started your career.

“You move really well,” Massive said. There was a hint of a lisp, his voice soothing as warm honey.

"Thank you," You had replied, though your attention slowly waned away by the loss of a challenge you had brought upon yourself.

However, Massive's attention was still keen you as he leaned in closer, arms perched on his thighs. “Are you busy tonight?”

That marked a beautiful beginning to a strange clientship.

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