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fork.

spoon.

i miss u so much i love u

Here's uji noot noot for you

Ofc I accept

Woozi is so attached to his gold necklace I'm sure I'll see it hanging on my face while he is screwing me in missionary or even if he is naked he will still have that thing on 😄☝

(HE LOOKS LORD IN THAT BTW🤭)

As long as it doesn't tickle over my face or neck when he fucks my soul out of me, I thinks it would be so hot like imagine take the cold metal in your mouth, teasing him and pulling him close for a kiss, the cold gold between your tongues ughhhhhh

Also expensive? Bro stop literally shoving your wealth on my face ???? Tho he'd probably buy me luxurious diamonds and golds and pearls and make me wear them while I am naked too hehehhehehhehehe only the real ones know this callback

Stop writing explicit content about seventeen members 😡😡😡😡😡 it's inappropriate and sad 😡😡😡😡😡

Stop bullying people on Tumblr 😡😡😡😡😡 it's 2024 already and no one's picking you up for this 😡😡😡😡😡

Upcoming soon:

Sub jihoon : pegging + overstim (requested)

Pool side jihoon (requested)

Comfort jihoon fic

Gym trainer jihoon (requested)

Sub jihoon + nipple (and pec) play (requested)

Mingyu bf texts

(bonus : woozi cringing on mingyu's sticky dance // credit to whoever this video may belong cuz ofc I didn't go to caratland I'm broke)

(bro not the gag 😭🖐🏻)

Could you pretty please write more sub woozi 🙏

Any sub!woozi would be lovely, maybe with some overstim..

xx 😘

Lee Jihoon // tw : sub jihoon, rimming, pegging, overstim

The bedroom was dimly lit, casting soft shadows across the walls. The air was thick with anticipation and lust.

Jihoon lay on the bed, his body glistening with a sheen of sweat. His breath came in short, shallow gasps as you behind him, your hands spreading his cheeks apart. The sight of him, vulnerable and exposed, filled you with a mix of affection and desire. You leaned in, your tongue gently flicking against his entrance, teasing him.

He moaned, a soft, breathy sound that sent a thrill through your body. You continued your ministrations, your tongue exploring and teasing, the sensation causing him to squirm beneath you. You could feel the tension in his body, the way he was holding back, waiting for something more.

As you rimmed him, Jihoon let out a soft whimper, his voice trembling with desire. "I... I want more," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of his heavy breathing. "I want to feel you inside me."

You paused, pulling back slightly to look at him. "Are you sure?" you asked, your voice gentle yet firm.

Jihoon nodded, his eyes filled with a mix of anticipation and vulnerability. "Yes," he breathed, his voice steady. "I want to be pegged. Please."

His request sent a jolt of excitement through you. You reached for the drawer beside the bed, pulling out a phallic toy, one that you knew would be perfect for this moment. It was a size that would be comfortable for him, yet provide the fullness he craved.

You coated the toy with plenty of lubricant, ensuring it would slide in smoothly, the sweet strawberry scent spreading around the room. Jihoon watched you, his eyes wide with anticipation. You could see the mix of nervousness and desire in his gaze, and it made your heart swell with affection.

"Relax," you murmured, placing a reassuring hand on his back. "We'll go slow. Tell me if it's too much, okay?"

Jihoon nodded, taking a deep breath. "Okay," he whispered, his voice trembling slightly.

You positioned the toy at his entrance, applying gentle pressure. He gasped as the tip slipped inside, his body tensing momentarily. You paused, giving him time to adjust to the sensation. "Breathe," you encouraged, your voice soothing. "Just breathe."

He nodded, focusing on his breathing as you slowly pushed the toy deeper, inch by inch. The tightness around the toy was palpable, a testament to Jihoon's desire and the newness of the experience. You continued to move slowly, watching his reactions closely, ensuring he was comfortable.

As the toy fully entered him, Jihoon let out a deep, shuddering breath. You could see the tension in his body melt away, replaced by a look of pure bliss. "How does that feel?" you asked, your voice soft and caring.

"It's... it's amazing," he breathed, his voice filled with awe. "So full... I love it."

You smiled, feeling a rush of affection for him. "Good," you murmured, starting to move the toy gently, in and out, establishing a slow, steady rhythm. Each movement elicited a soft moan from Jihoon, his body responding eagerly to the sensation.

As you continued, you could see the pleasure building in him, his body trembling with the intensity of it. He reached down, stroking himself in time with your movements, his breaths coming in ragged gasps.

Watching him like this, so open and vulnerable, filled you with a sense of power and connection. You increased the pace slightly, pushing him closer to the edge. "You're doing so well," you murmured, your voice filled with encouragement. "Cum for me, baby."

With a final, shuddering gasp, Jihoon came, his body convulsing with the force of his climax. His release was intense, his cries of pleasure filling the room. But you weren't done yet. You continued to move the toy, even as he rode out the waves of his orgasm, pushing him beyond his limits, your finger grazing over the length of his dick.

He gasped, his eyes wide with surprise and a hint of desperation. "W-wait," he stammered, his voice trembling. "It's... it's too much."

You leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder. "Shh," you soothed, your voice gentle yet firm. "Trust me. I want to see how far you can go."

Despite his protests, Jihoon's body responded eagerly, the overstimulation sending him into a new realm of pleasure. He writhed beneath you, his hands gripping the sheets, his breaths coming in short, sharp gasps, eyes rolling to the back of his head.

You kept the pace steady, watching him closely. The intensity of the sensations drove him to the brink, his body trembling with the force of it. His second climax hit him like a tidal wave, overwhelming in its intensity. He cried out, his body arching off the bed as he came again, the sensation almost too much to bear.

As his orgasm subsided, you slowly withdrew the toy, watching as he collapsed onto the bed, completely spent. His breaths came in ragged gasps, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his release.

You lay down beside him, wrapping your arms around him in a comforting embrace. He nestled into your arms, his body still quivering, but there was a look of deep satisfaction on his face.

"Thank you," he whispered, his voice hoarse. "That was... incredible."

You smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," you murmured, your voice filled with affection. "You were amazing."

Ceecee my dear we should make you the subby jihoon queen of Tumblr really

Girllll thank you 😭🫶🏻 we love our sub men in music

rimming is so hot and i need more ppl to write about it 🎀

Pretty men deserve a good prostate stim

A tribute to jihoon's boobs pecs

The room was bathed in a warm, intimate glow, setting the perfect mood for the evening. Jihoon lay beneath you, his eyes half-lidded with desire, a soft flush spreading across his cheeks. You straddled his hips, your bodies moving together in a slow, sensual rhythm. The heat between you was palpable, each movement sending waves of pleasure coursing through both of you.

As you rode him, you leaned forward, your hands sliding over his chest. Jihoon had always been sensitive there, and tonight, you felt a playful urge to tease him even more. Your fingers traced the contours of his pecs, feeling the firm muscle beneath the soft skin. You let your thumbs brush over his nipples, watching with satisfaction as he gasped, his body tensing beneath you.

"These are almost like boobs," you murmured teasingly, a playful grin on your lips. You knew how much he liked being teased, especially in moments like this when he was most vulnerable. "Such cute, sensitive boobs."

Jihoon let out a soft, breathy laugh, his eyes flashing with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. "Don't say that," he protested weakly, but the way his body responded told you otherwise. His hands gripped your thighs, his fingers digging into your skin as you continued to tease him.

You leaned down, your lips brushing against his ear. "But they are," you whispered, your voice low and sultry. "And I love playing with them." You punctuated your words by pinching his nipples gently, rolling them between your fingers. The sensation made him gasp, his hips bucking up into you, driving himself deeper inside.

Jihoon moaned, his head tipping back against the pillow. His eyes fluttered closed, and you could see the pleasure etched across his face. "You're so mean," he managed to say, but the way his body arched into your touch betrayed his enjoyment.

You chuckled softly, leaning down to press a kiss to his lips. "You love it," you teased, your voice filled with affection. You continued to ride him, your pace increasing slightly, each movement eliciting a new moan from him. Your hands stayed on his chest, your fingers playing with his nipples, tweaking and pinching them in a way that made him squirm beneath you.

"You're so sensitive here," you murmured, your voice dripping with delight. "I love how responsive you are." You could feel the way his body tightened, each touch sending shivers through him. The look on his face, a mix of pleasure and vulnerability, was intoxicating.

Jihoon could only respond with a choked moan, his body trembling beneath you. His hands moved to your hips, gripping them tightly as if trying to ground himself in the overwhelming sensations. You continued your teasing, your hands never leaving his chest, reveling in the way his body responded to your touch.

As the aftershocks of your orgasms faded, you collapsed onto his chest, both of you breathing heavily. You could feel his heartbeat pounding against your cheek, a steady rhythm that mirrored your own. Jihoon's arms wrapped around you, pulling you close, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back.

As you neared your climax, you leaned down again, your lips hovering just above his. "Come for me, Jihoon," you whispered, your voice a soft command. "I want to see you fall apart."

Your words were the final push he needed. With a strangled cry, Jihoon came, his body arching off the bed, his hands gripping your hips so tightly it almost hurt. The sight of him, lost in the throes of pleasure, sent you over the edge as well, your own release washing over you in waves.

"That was... intense," he murmured, his voice still tinged with the afterglow of pleasure. There was a soft, contented smile on his lips, his eyes shining with affection.

You smiled back, pressing a soft kiss to his chest. "You're amazing," you whispered, your voice filled with love. "I love teasing you, but I love how you respond even more."

Jihoon chuckled softly, his arms tightening around you. "I think you enjoy teasing me too much," he teased, but his voice was warm and affectionate. "But I can't complain."

You both lay there for a while, basking in the warmth and comfort of each other's embrace. The teasing, the playful banter, the shared moments of vulnerability—it all deepened the bond you shared, making every moment together feel even more special. And as you drifted off to sleep in his arms, you knew that this playful dynamic was one of the many things that made your relationship so unique and fulfilling.

🍚 : Help me! My rival producer is annoying but like so damn sexy

insp. by this by @sluttywonwoo ,, smut ,, hate sex kinda

The tension between you and Jihoon had been building for months. As rival producers in the same company, it seemed like you were constantly pitted against each other. Your styles clashed, your opinions differed, and every time you were in the same room, the air seemed charged with an electric kind of animosity. It didn't help that the company often messed up the studio schedule, forcing you both to share the space far more often than was comfortable.

Today was no different. You stormed into the studio, only to find Jihoon already there, headphones on and deep in concentration. He glanced up as you entered, his expression immediately darkening.

"Again?" you snapped, throwing your bag onto a chair. "Seriously, how hard is it to schedule us at different times?"

Jihoon pulled off his headphones, looking equally irritated. "Believe me, I'm just as tired of this as you are," he shot back. "But we're both professionals. Can we just get through this without another fight?"

You rolled your eyes, but you knew he was right. The constant bickering was exhausting. You set up your equipment on the other side of the room, trying to ignore the way your pulse quickened every time you looked his way. There was something about Jihoon that always got under your skin—his confidence, his talent, the way he seemed to effortlessly command respect.

Hours passed with the two of you working in silence, the only sound being the occasional click of a mouse or the soft hum of music. The tension was palpable, like a storm cloud ready to burst. It wasn't until you accidentally bumped into him, trying to reach for a cable, that the dam broke.

"Watch it," he muttered, grabbing your wrist to steady himself. The touch sent a jolt through you, the contact burning like a live wire.

"Let go," you hissed, pulling your hand back. But instead of releasing you, Jihoon stepped closer, his eyes locking onto yours. The intensity in his gaze made your breath hitch, a cocktail of anger and something else—something raw and primal.

"You know what? I'm sick of this," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "Maybe we should just settle this once and for all."

"Settle what?" you shot back, heart racing. "Who's the better producer? Who cares?"

Jihoon's lips curled into a smirk, his grip on your wrist tightening just slightly. "That's not what I meant," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "This thing between us... let's end it."

Before you could respond, Jihoon's mouth crashed onto yours, the kiss rough and demanding. It was as if all the pent-up frustration, all the unspoken tension, erupted in that single moment. You responded with equal fervor, your hands fisting in his shirt, pulling him closer.

The kiss deepened, becoming a battle for dominance. You bit his lip, he groaned in response, and soon you found yourself pressed against the studio's couch, Jihoon looming over you. You pushed him back just enough to flip the situation, straddling his lap, your breaths coming in ragged gasps.

"So, this is your idea of settling things?" you taunted, grinding against him, feeling the hardness beneath his jeans. "Fine. Let's see who's really in control."

Jihoon's eyes darkened with lust and challenge. "You think you can handle it?" he shot back, his hands gripping your hips, guiding your movements.

You leaned in, your lips brushing his ear as you whispered, "Watch me."

With a swift motion, you tugged at his shirt, pulling it over his head and discarding it carelessly. Your own clothes followed, the urgency and heat between you making quick work of buttons and zippers. Jihoon shifted, helping you out of your pants, until the two of you were skin to skin, the heat of your bodies intensifying the electric atmosphere.

Jihoon's hands roamed over your body, exploring, teasing. You gasped as his fingers found your wetness, sliding against your folds with expert precision. The sensation was maddening, and you rocked against his hand, desperate for more.

"God, you're so wet," Jihoon muttered, his voice husky with desire. "You sure you're not the one who's going to lose control?"

You bit your lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a response. Instead, you reached down, gripping his erection cock and positioning it at your entrance. The feel of him, hot and hard, against your slick folds made you moan softly.

Without another word, you sank down onto him, taking him in inch by inch. The sensation was overwhelming, a delicious mix of pain and pleasure as his big girth stretched you. Jihoon let out a low groan, his hands gripping your hips tightly as you began to move.

You set the pace, riding him with a fierce intensity, your movements a silent declaration of dominance. Jihoon matched you thrust for thrust, his eyes locked onto yours, daring you to look away.

"Fuck, you're tight," he hissed, his voice strained. "You think you can keep this up?"

You smirked, leaning in to kiss him hard, your teeth grazing his lower lip. "You have no idea what I can do," you whispered against his mouth, before pulling back and riding him even harder.

The room was filled with the sounds of your bodies colliding, the slap of skin on skin, the breathy gasps and moans of pleasure. The friction, the heat, the undeniable chemistry—it was intoxicating, driving you both to the brink.

Jihoon's hands roamed over your body, one hand sliding up to cup your breast, his thumb teasing your nipple. The sensation made you arch your back, a gasp escaping your lips. He took advantage of your distraction, thrusting up into you with renewed vigor, each movement sending jolts of pleasure through your body.

"You like that?" he growled, his voice rough. "Admit it, you love this."

You couldn't hold back the moan that escaped you, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak. "Oh, just shut up and fuck me," you gasped.

Jihoon chuckled darkly, his grip on your hips tightening as he thrust into you harder, deeper. "Say it," he demanded, his voice low and commanding. "Tell me how much you love this."

You were too far gone to resist, the pleasure consuming you. "I love it," you breathed, your voice trembling with the intensity of your orgasm building. "I love it, Jihoon."

His name on your lips seemed to drive him over the edge. With a final, powerful thrust, Jihoon buried himself deep inside you, his body tensing as he reached his climax. The sensation pushed you over the edge, and you came with a cry, your body shaking with the force of your orgasm.

You collapsed against him, both of you breathing heavily, the aftershocks of pleasure coursing through your bodies. For a moment, there was only silence, the reality of what just happened settling over you like a blanket.

Finally, Jihoon spoke, his voice rough but softer now. "This doesn't change anything," he said, his breath warm against your ear.

You nodded, still trying to catch your breath. "I know," you replied, though you weren't entirely sure what this even was anymore.

🍜 hi I was wondering if you were taking requests

Yes I am taking requests but I can't guarantee answering all but please do share your thots in my inbox !!

Why is your pfp jeonghan if ur a woozi tumblr

It might seem crazy what I'm boutta say-

thinking about corrupting loser boyfriend jihoon. youre really his first girlfriend and his first everything really. kissing him and seeing him learn to get better with you. teaching him how to touch you, where to touch you and how he makes you feel so good. him watching your boobs in complete amaze for the first time and he is so red in the face as you let him play with your boobies. they are soft and feel so good in his palms. the first he put his fingers in you, so turned on by the erotic expressions you had as he found your clit, faster than you expected. teaching him how to eat you out and then accidentally having him addicted to the taste of you. you take his virginity and he has as red as a beetroot as you sink on his big cock. It feels so good because of how tight you feel around him. you ride him as he moans and whimpers your name. the sound of skin slapping skin is so erotic and he is so turned on. he comes too quickly but you don't min, you plan on milking him more in future. but as your relationship progresses, he is slowly becoming a nasty lover and you wonder if its all because of you or was he a closeted pervert like this from the start

pussydrunk!jihoon

Jihoon is the kind of boyfriend who's so obsessed with you that his desire to pleasure you seems insatiable. It's not just a matter of physical need—though, to be fair, that plays a big part—but it's about how much he loves seeing you fall apart under his touch, his mouth, his tongue. The way your eyes flutter shut, the way your breathing hitches, the soft moans that slip out of your lips—it's like a symphony to him, one he can never get enough of.

It's late, and you're lying in bed together after a long day. You’re both a little tired, but Jihoon can't seem to wind down. He’s tossing and turning beside you, and you glance over at him with a smile, recognizing the familiar look in his eyes—hunger. He’s not hungry for food, though, not even close.

“Can’t sleep?” you murmur, reaching out to run your fingers through his hair. He turns to you, eyes darkening with a grin that sends a shiver down your spine.

“Something like that,” he whispers, his hand already slipping beneath the hem of your shirt. You suck in a breath, knowing exactly where this is headed.

Before you can respond, Jihoon is already moving, kissing down your stomach as he pushes the covers away. His lips are soft, teasing, leaving a trail of heat across your skin as he works his way lower. You lift your hips to help him as he tugs your shorts and panties down, and the cool air against your bare skin only heightens the anticipation thrumming through your veins.

You’ve barely had time to process the sensation before his mouth is on you. The first touch of his tongue against your clit makes you gasp, your back arching involuntarily. He hums in satisfaction, a low sound that vibrates against you and makes your head spin.

He’s so fucking good at this—he knows exactly where to touch, exactly how to move his tongue to drive you wild. He starts by teasing your clit, flicking it with his tongue, but it’s only a matter of seconds before he’s tongue-fucking you, plunging deep into your pussy with every stroke.

“Fuck, Jihoon,” you gasp, your hips lifting off the bed as he fucks you with his mouth. He’s so deep, so thorough, it feels like he’s trying to consume every bit of you. His tongue moves in and out of you with a relentless pace, and it’s almost too much, but the way he’s devouring you makes it impossible to tell him to stop.

He grips your thighs, spreading you wider as he buries his face deeper between your legs. His nose brushes against your clit with every movement, and the sensation sends jolts of pleasure straight through you. He growls against your pussy, the sound vibrating through you, and it’s almost enough to send you over the edge right then and there.

But Jihoon isn’t just focused on making you come—he’s determined to keep you on the edge for as long as possible. He tongue-fucks you with a punishing rhythm, pulling back every so often to suck on your clit before diving back in, tongue fucking you so deep it makes you see stars. Your moans fill the room, desperate and uncontrollable as he pushes you closer and closer to your limit.

“Jihoon, please,” you whimper, your hands gripping the sheets as your entire body shakes. “I’m so close…”

He doesn’t let up, doesn’t slow down. His tongue moves even faster, fucking you so deep and so hard that you can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t do anything but fall apart under him. You come with a loud cry, your whole body tensing as the orgasm crashes over you in waves of overwhelming pleasure.

But Jihoon doesn’t stop.

Even as your pussy clenches around his tongue, he keeps fucking you, thrusting in and out with a pace that leaves you breathless. He’s relentless, insatiable, like he can’t get enough of the way you taste, the way you tremble beneath him. He keeps going, keeps fucking you with his tongue until another orgasm rips through you, this one even more intense than the last.

When he finally pulls away, you’re a trembling, breathless mess. He crawls up beside you, his lips glistening with your slick as he presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Better?” you manage to ask, your voice barely above a whisper. Jihoon grins, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before pulling you into his arms.

“Much better,” he murmurs, his voice laced with satisfaction. You can feel the heat radiating off him, his cock hard against your thigh, but he doesn’t make a move to do anything about it. For now, he’s content to just hold you, reveling in the afterglow of your pleasure.

But you know Jihoon. You know that it won’t be long before his insatiable appetite for you kicks in again. And when it does, you’ll be ready—because with him, there’s always a next time.

rumors say that ceecee has every woozi pic to ever exist

im afraid thats not just a rumor bestie

ot13 masterlist

giving them a blowjob

backstage quickie

pillow princess reader

biggest turn on

movie night

asking to suck their nipples

when you have trouble sleeping

picking them up on kitchen counter

taller than them s/o

high maintenance gf

s/o with physical touch as love language

award show host making fun of their relationship

ass, thighs or boobs

"I know a place"

playing uno with them

member walking in on them having sex

what i'd save their names if they were my bfs

their s/o receiving love confessions

bondage

ranking their kisses

pull out game

Telling them that you know they are batman

I am just spewing up nonsense at this point but the brainrot svt has :

Seungcheol : alpha guy gym motivation "inspirational" videos

Jeonghan : tiramisu cake

Joshua : "English or Spanish"

Jun : meow meow meow meooowwww meow meow meowmeow meooww meow meow meow meowww meow meow meowmeow meow meow meowmeowmeow meooowwww (I know he binge watches these videos)

Hoshi : bro is the brainrot

Wonwoo : his own fucking ai covers

Woozi : chronic offline syndrome need to be explained what brainrot even means

Dk : lovebomber baby (iykyk)

Mingyu: Kkongkkong eoreobuteun hangang wiro goyangiga georeodanipnida

Minghao : ni ai wo wo ai ni

Seungkwan : tang tang Hulu Hulu tang tang tang hululululu

Vernon : skibidi toilet rizz ahh shit

Dino : paging doctor dean emergency emergency

Im feeling like writing something queer which would y'all prefer more:

(Female member meaning genderswapped member, mostly would be jeonghan or jihoon)

Mueheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheh

Cardi B art that thou?