Thinking About This Biker Jihoon.

Thinking about this biker jihoon.

Yummy 😋

No but seriously we'll talk about this jihoon. He's so hot. So cool. I can see him taking you to one of his underground (probably illegal) biking races at nights. When you came to these race the first time you were just wet from how good jihoon looked with his bike and his race gear. Him holding his helmet under his arm as he meets you and kisses you before the race start. You whine to him about how needy you feel. Your panties are basically slip-n-slide. You tell him how much you want him to fuck you already. He chuckles at your neediness. He whispers in your ear that if you stay a good girl and cheer for him and wait for him till the race is done he'll fuck you so good. He promises that if he won he'll fuck you till you lose the ability to walk and that just makes you whimper more as you beg him to win now.

He wins, of course, right. He takes you home on the same bike, you sitting behind him while holding onto his waist tightly. He doesn't even take you inside the housez right in the parking, he'll bend you over his bike and fuck you raw. He'll stay true to his words, he'd fuck you soooo well. he'll pick you up and practically run to your house to get to the bed for round two, and then round three. You're so spent but you loved every second of it. Since then you always go to his races and hope he wins everytime (he always does).

Other things I could relate to racer jihoon :

Being his flag girl and wearing super short skirt just to tease him before the race starts

When another racer/his competitor flirts with you, jihoon makes sure he not only wins but also purposely fucks you somewhere not exactly public but somewhere the competitor could hear your moans loud

Greeting jihoon wearing nothing but his racing leather jacket while riding him. He may be great at riding bikes but you're great at riding other stuff wink wink

He takes you on late night rides on his bike and purposely speeds just so you'd hold him tighter.

Will "teach" you bike riding but really he's just touching you at all the hot places and rubbing his erection against your back as he sits behind you

Soon enough you two have not only a post victory ritual but also a pre-race ritual where you suck his dick before the race as a good luck (it works???)

And I am nasty but fucking him while he's still sweaty and musky after race and licking up his sweaty neck and chest and abs

He shamelessly shows off any hickeys he has or he gave you just so no one dares flirt with his woman again.

Spend his winning money in spoiling you with luxurious gifts (and toys wink wink)

Everyday there's a new proof that this man knows to eat a pussy put goooooooodd

7:12 am - "that's not my back" (fluffy + crack + suggestive,, mentions of rough sex & backpain)

The morning light filters softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. You stretch, feeling the delicious ache in your muscles, a reminder of the intensity of last night. Jihoon is already awake beside you, as naked as you, scrolling through his phone with a sleepy, satisfied smile.

"Morning," you murmur, shifting closer to him. He turns his head, his smile widening as he leans down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead.

"Morning, beautiful," he replies, his voice low and warm.

You let out a soft groan as you stretch again, feeling the tightness in your lower back. "Jihoon, my back is killing me. I think you might've gone a little too hard last night," you tease, though there's no real complaint in your voice.

He chuckles, setting his phone aside. "You loved every second of it," he says, his tone smug but playful. He sits up, his hands already moving to your shoulders. "Come here, let me help."

You roll onto your stomach, sighing in relief as Jihoon starts to knead the sore muscles in your back. His hands are strong but gentle, and you can feel the tension slowly melting away.

"That feels so good," you mumble, closing your eyes and relaxing into the bed.

Jihoon hums in response, his hands working their magic as they move down your back. But as he reaches the small of your back, you notice his touch starting to linger, his fingers trailing close to your hips. You can't help but smile to yourself, knowing exactly where this is headed.

Sure enough, his hands slide down to your ass, and instead of moving on, he starts "massaging" it, his fingers squeezing and kneading your flesh with a little too much enthusiasm.

"Jihoon," you say, trying to sound stern but failing to keep the laughter out of your voice, "that's not my back."

"Oh, I know," he replies, completely unbothered, his hands continuing their playful exploration. "But I bet you're sore here too. You know, from all that... rigorous activity."

You can't help but laugh, shaking your head as you glance over your shoulder at him. "You're just making excuses to grab my ass."

He grins, not denying it for a second. "Can you blame me? I can never get enough of this." He gives you a playful squeeze, his hands lingering as he admires the view.

You roll your eyes, but there's no hiding the smile on your face. "You're impossible."

"And yet, you love me," he says, leaning down to plant a trail of kisses along your spine, his lips soft and warm against your skin.

You sigh contentedly, feeling his kisses move lower and lower. "I do," you admit, your voice soft. "Even when you're being a pervert."

He chuckles, his hands still firmly on your ass as he nuzzles into the curve of your hip. "Especially when I'm being a pervert."

You roll over onto your side, pulling him down beside you. "Come here, you," you say, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him close. "I guess I'll let you get away with it this time."

He grins, his nose brushing against yours as he leans in for a kiss. "Lucky me."

You kiss him back, slow and sweet, savoring the warmth of his body pressed against yours. When you finally pull away, you can't help but tease him one more time.

"You're still going to finish that back massage, right?"

Jihoon laughs, his hands already wandering again. "Sure, right after I finish giving this perfect ass all the attention it deserves."

You groan, but there's no stopping the smile on your face. "You're incorrigible."

"And you wouldn't have it any other way," he murmurs, pressing his lips to your neck as his hands roam your body, the morning slipping away in a haze of laughter, kisses, and playful touches.

Maybe we are soulmates

The idea of soulmates always felt a bit too fantastical for you, but right now, it didn’t seem so far-fetched. The way Jihoon had known exactly what you needed, without you even having to ask, made you feel a connection that went beyond words. (fluff // comfort ,, mentions of being soulmates but not a soulmate au)

The sound of your keys jingling as you unlocked the door was the only noise you could focus on as you trudged inside your apartment, your body heavy with exhaustion. The day had been relentless, and though you normally found solace in coming home and taking care of the house, tonight was different. The mere thought of scrubbing dishes or cooking dinner felt like an insurmountable task.

You paused just inside the door, taking a deep breath. Normally, the thought of seeing Jihoon’s relaxed face when he came home made all your efforts worth it. But tonight, your feet ached, your head pounded, and all you wanted was to collapse into bed.

Yet, as you stepped into the living room, you were greeted with a surprising sight. The house was immaculate, the usual clutter nowhere to be seen. The floor was spotless, and the cushions on the couch were perfectly arranged. You took a few more steps, and that’s when the scent hit you—your favorite dish, its aroma wafting through the air, pulling you toward the kitchen.

Your heart skipped a beat. There was no way Jihoon could’ve known how drained you felt before you even walked through the door. He was always the last to come home, often later than you, yet here he was, clearly having done all of this.

“Jihoon?” you called out, your voice tinged with confusion and a hint of awe.

Jihoon appeared from the kitchen, a warm smile lighting up his face. His apron was still tied around his waist, and he had a towel draped over his shoulder, as if he’d just finished cleaning up. “Hey,” he greeted you cheerfully, “You’re home earlier than I thought.”

You blinked at him, still processing what you were seeing. “How… how did you…?”

He chuckled at your confusion and walked over to you, taking your bag and setting it down by the door. “I got off work early today,” he explained casually, “So I thought I’d get everything done before you got home. I figured it’d be nice to have more time together tonight.”

His words warmed you from the inside out, but you still felt a lingering surprise. “But how did you know I had a rough day? I didn’t even message you about it.”

Jihoon’s eyes softened as he looked at you, a small smile playing on his lips. “I didn’t know,” he admitted, “But I just thought it might be nice to switch things up. And, well… maybe I had a feeling.”

You stared at him for a moment, the exhaustion in your body suddenly feeling a little lighter. “A feeling?”

He shrugged, almost sheepishly. “I don’t know… maybe we’re just in sync like that.”

A laugh escaped you, and you shook your head, leaning into him. “You’re making us sound like soulmates.”

Jihoon wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Maybe we are,” he murmured into your hair, his voice low and comforting.

You closed your eyes, letting yourself relax into his embrace. The idea of soulmates always felt a bit too fantastical for you, but right now, it didn’t seem so far-fetched. The way Jihoon had known exactly what you needed, without you even having to ask, made you feel a connection that went beyond words.

“You didn’t have to do all this,” you whispered, your voice filled with gratitude. “But I’m really, really glad you did.”

Jihoon gently tilted your head up, looking into your eyes. “I wanted to,” he said simply. “You take care of me all the time, and I know how hard you work. It’s only fair that I do the same for you when I can.”

Your heart swelled with love for him, and you couldn’t help but smile, feeling tears prick at the corners of your eyes. “Thank you,” you said softly.

Jihoon leaned in and kissed you, slow and tender, as if he was pouring all his feelings into that one moment. When he pulled back, he was smiling again. “Now, come on, dinner’s ready. You just sit back and relax tonight, okay?”

You nodded, feeling a warmth settle in your chest that had nothing to do with the food waiting for you. As Jihoon led you to the table, you couldn’t help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, you were soulmates after all.

Even if it was a little too good to be true, you liked believing it—because Jihoon was your person, the one who understood you in ways no one else did, even when you didn’t have to say a word. And tonight, that was enough.

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Cardi B art that thou?

Every time, every single time, anybody is raped in India, it gets brushed off, and when once in a while it reaches the national television, the general public stages protests and screams for justice, yet nothing truly comes out of it.

A resident doctor getting brutally raped and killed just days before India's independence day shows just how far behind India is. Economically we might be progressing but we keep on stepping back when it comes to protecting our women or people in general.

She was found in a half naked condition, bleeding from her privates and other parts with her pelvis broken. Even in such a bad state, the hospital didn't allow her parents to even see her, lied to them that she commited suicide. Only after hours of waiting were they allowed to look at their daughter.

Just last year, India had its major Shraddha Walker case. She had been cut to pieces by her boyfriend and kept in the fridge until he slowly disposed every piece off in different areas. There was widespread rahe and anger. People were disgusted, they revolted but soon the news died down and now nobody's sure what happened. And this happens every single time.

This independence day, what do we even have to celebrate? We most certainly do not feel free. A place where even my workplace could be my crime scene is not a place I would like to celebrate. This revolt will go on, and then it will die down and then, it will start all over again, every time, every single time.