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this felt like a warm cloud, or,, the softest cotton candy that just melts in mouth.

how can something written feel so soft and like comfort...?

hello kitty keychains and annoying co-workers | l.jh

a/n; just thinking about jihoon soft launching his s/o.

jihoon's footsteps echo through the cold building and he's met with bows from everyone walking past him. he acknowledges them, bowing back with a stern visage.

his expensive black bag is strung on his shoulder and he walks with ease, confidence oozing with his presence. to anyone who is not aware of his romanticistic nature, he's the cold, grumpy producer who hasn't touched a woman in years.

entering the elevator, he presses the floor button and leans against the panel. but before the doors could close, someone enters the elevator cab. jihoon sighs inwardly, looking at the person.

soonyoung, one of the choreographers in the company. and jihoon is pretty sure he shits rainbows 'cause how the hell can a person always be this cheerful?

he sighs internally, expecting for a social interaction to be thrown towards his face but soonyoung only bows and stands a few feet away from him.

while jihoon feels grateful, he can't help but be a bit disappointed. the horror appalls him, does he want a man pretending to be a tiger to be his friend?

it isn't until that the elevator dings, when soonyoung speaks. a smirk lines his lips with a glint of mischief in his eyes, “nice keychain.”

the younger stares at him, confused as he steps out with a wink. jihoon leans down to look at his bag, and-ah there it is. a hello kitty keychain hangs by one of the zippers.

right then, a text message pops up from you, asking him if he reached safely. a soft smiles graces his features and pink tints his skin.

he sends a text along with a selfie of him. following it up with a 'thank you for the keychain.'

thoughts of you flood his mind. he clears up his schedule to watch the new episodes of an anime with you and also arranges a dinner date with you because he wants to. and a thought of soonyoung being a sexist pops up but is quickly pushed down by the thought of making it official with you.

his smile widens, and a deeper shade of pink tints his cheeks and ears. he doesn't care that anyone may walk through the elevator, and find the senior producer blushing and smiling like a teenager.

he takes a few pictures (with the help of mingyu) and uploads them on his instagram. a picture of him with the bag and the keychain along with the picture two silhouettes by the han river graces his account.

tags; @seungkwanschicken @aaa-sia @dokyeomkyeom @bangantokchy @jespecially

@asyre @armycarat2612 @bewoyewo @gyuguys @embrace-themagic

@aaniag @nurihihi (send an ask to be added on the taglist!)

imagine jihoon always complaining and teasing you bcs you prefer pretty outfits rather than warm clothes but who’d always bring an extra sweater, hoping for you to complain about the cold and lending it to you

cause i have a jihoon about my friends who always make fun of me when im dressed not enough covered

Could you do 109 and 87 with woozi? Thank youu

dirtysvthoughts hits 100 followers!

a/n: i saw this request and automatically thought of this in a club, the vibes sound so sexy - i hope you enjoy anon!

tags/warnings: female stripper! reader, regular! jihoon, stripper things, ruby! jihoon inspired in a way?, the jihoon rot is real in this so get ready

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87. “i really don’t care. you still look hot and i’m trying to fuck you senseless right now.”

109. “mine.”

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jihoon’s hands roam around your nearly nude body, playing with the waistband of your ruby panties. you continue to gyrate on his lap, your hips enticing him and putting him in a complete trance. just when he thought he couldn’t get enough of you, you proved him wrong yet again.

“mmm, god jihoon, you’re so easy today… i can feel you getting harder by the second,” you moan out for him, unbuttoning his shirt and loosening his tie, revealing his toned chest. you kiss down his neck continuing to feel him up.

“been missing you - feening for you really,” he slyly guides his fingers into your panties enjoying the moans you were making right in his ears. “god, i just wanna take you down right here on this couch…”

“mmm, i don’t know this time jihoon, i have two vip parties right after you, and then i’m up on the main stage tonight. a-and you remember my work rules don’t you? if we fuck, we gotta take it to one of the private rooms.”

“i really don’t care. you still look hot and i’m trying to fuck you senseless right now.”

his words affect you right to your core. “shit, jihoon, i-” whatever you were gonna say next is completely forgotten as he pushes you down on the couch, undoing his belt and his pants button as he continues to adore your body.

“can’t you squeeze me in for a quick second, baby? cause i promise i’ll make it worth your while.” he shimmies your panties off your legs, leaving you completely nude in the dim red lights. he kisses you down your stomach all the way to your folds.

“mine,” he buries your face between your legs, his tongue licking your wetness clean, your moans continuing to be the perfect music to his ears.

𝓭𝓲𝓻𝓽𝔂𝓼𝓿𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓼: 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓿𝓪𝓾𝓵𝓽 𝓭𝓻𝓪𝓫𝓫𝓵𝓮𝓼 [1/?]

word count: 0.5k

general tags/warnings: female! reader, smut, slight pwp, mentions of going down south, lingerie on reader, teasing, fingering, making out, pet names (pretty little thing, baby girl, princess)

notes: WHEWW hey besties! y’all i know it’s been a minute, but i’m finally back in the states after my korea trip! i’ll be writing a few headcannons/drabbles to get back into the groove of writing and i’ll be back with private dancer soon! these were lowkey self-indulgent lmaooo, but i hope you enjoy! thanks for your patience friends! 🤍

jihoon who can’t resist roaming his hands all over your waist as you messily make out, sitting on his lap as you gently push him back to the side of the couch. both of your breaths turn into small pants as everything becomes more heated, gripping the back of his hair to pull him in closer. not wanting to hesitate anymore, he grabs your ass, feeling you up from behind. as your bodies move in a constant motion, you can’t help the moan you let out when you feel a certain something press against your leg.

“hoon, please let me go down on you,” you beg, slowly going down to your knees in front of him. he bites his lip at the sight, falling deeper into your doe eyes. “i’ve always thought about it, and i can’t wait any longer.. please baby? it’ll be worth your while i swear!” you start to palm him through his gym shorts, he tilts his head back slightly and lets out a quiet groan.

“go ahead baby,” he guides your face to the inside of his thigh, smirking when you nuzzle your head into his skin. “i didn’t even think this could be possible- but you’re gonna look even prettier going down on me, princess.”

——

you sit on the bed you and wonwoo shared, wearing a black thigh-high split satin slip, your thinnest and most revealing thong underneath. you try and sit sexy, waiting for your boyfriend to come home so you could surprise him - but you’re so caught up in your own world that you don’t even hear the bedroom door opening.

“oh! wonwoo!” you say a little surprised. “i wasn’t expecting you to come back so early,” you brush your hair back, trying to feign some innocence.

“and i wasn’t expecting this either, baby girl,” he smiles as he puts his bag down, eyes refusing to leave yours. “is this little outfit of yours new?” he walks toward you and he can’t help but ogle over how good you looked in that sexy little slip, how it accentuates your body so perfectly. he then stands in front of you, taking his hand to your chin, making sure your eyes were in direct line with his.

“all dressed up for me, such a great pretty little thing,” he kisses your forehead and makes his way slowly down to your lips, moaning as both of you make physical contact. he continues to move down, kissing your neck and you moan out for him, gasping at how good his lips felt.

“o-oh my god, wonwoo, more - please,” you whine as he carefully takes the straps off your shoulders, bringing them down to reveal your chest in its beauty. he intertwines his hands with yours to lay you down on the bed, hovering on top of you, slotting a leg in between your thighs.

“oh, you want more? after teasing me with that revealing slip? you’re gonna have to work for it baby girl,” he smirks and takes two of his fingers under your thong, smiling to himself at all the noises you were making just for him.

𝓟 𝓡 𝓘 𝓥 𝓐 𝓣 𝓔 𝓓 𝓐 𝓝 𝓒 𝓔 𝓡 - CHAPTER FIVE

pairing: producer/regular! jihoon x stripper! reader

word count: 2.1k

general tags/warnings: smut, pwp, power play between jihoon and reader, female! reader, some sexy lil foreplay, jihoon is an ass man and pussy devourer, teasing, jihoon reveals his abs/chest, couch sex, full nudity (for both jihoon and reader), pet names (baby, honey, etc.)

notes: i may have indulged myself a little cause jihoon has been wrecking my bias list a little TOO hard lately 😵‍💫 the end gets to be pure filth simply cause i was in my horny feelings 💔 need him so bad

playlist songs: tonight - jimmy brown, sweet the kid, lust - hoody and elo, on me (prod. kang yujeong) - haeil

taglist: @im-gemmy @enhacolor @hooniewnderland @svtup @kawaiikels @weeevrse @diorsfxck @kyexvly @woozarts @ifuckcheol @marsstarxhwa @haoxiaoba (if your user is crossed out that means i can no longer tag you,, if you would like to be added to the taglist, let me know by commenting under this post!)

you normally don’t do house calls. it’s an unspoken, spoken rule for strippers that you rarely go to a client’s home for work.

and with this particular regular of yours, he doesn’t normally allow outsiders in his private space.

but tonight was different. he contacted you earlier in the day if you could come over to the universe factory, his personal studio, trying to keep it cool when the reality was he needed you. desperately.

“i’ve been working on these tracks, these demos for multiple artists, it’s been a lot, and,” he sighs clicking on his mouse, moving things around on his screen. “i think it would help me a lot if you were here. besides, it’s been way too long…”

“aww, hoon!” you cutely admire, already packing your travel bag with your pleasers and settling on an outfit. “well lucky for you, i’m not working at illusion tonight, so i can stay for as long as we both want. not gonna lie, i missed you too hoon, especially after the last time. i missed your hands rubbing all over my waist, mmmm kissing my neck..” you tease him, trying to rile something out of him.

you smile to yourself when you hear him hiss over the phone. “don’t make me come and i haven’t even seen you yet,” he groans, now a little annoyed that you gave him flashbacks to a few weeks ago. you giggle proudly, your voice continuing to melt his ears, “make sure you keep it up for me then okay? i’ll see you soon, baby!”

before jihoon can utter another word, you hang up the phone and toss it on your bed, loving the fact that you got to keep him on the edge of his seat. you knew he would get you for hanging up on him, hoping it would lead to getting fucked in every position in every corner of the universe factory.

——

jihoon sets the mood in his space, ceiling lights dim, multiple-colored galaxy lights spread across the big room. in a corner stands a tall, silver chrome pole and across from it a black cushion accent chair with an armrest. he sprays down your pole to clean it, wiping it down with a cloth, soft r&b music (all music he’s been working on) lowly playing in the background.

jihoon made sure beforehand that his studio is clean, any food or trash completely taken out. as he makes sure everything is perfect, his phone dings with two messages.

sage: hey honey, i’m inside the building, ground floor

sage: let me up whenever you’re ready 🤍

without hesitation, he heads down to the elevator to the ground floor. a few minutes later, he exits the elevator to find you, scrolling through your phone - your crop top and gym pants already having him wanting to take you down. he calls your name and you look up with a smile on your face when you see it’s him.

“hey beautiful,” he says built arms wrapping around your waist. he donned his usual wear, an oversized shirt and shorts, this time wearing a white tee and black shorts. his long back hair fell over his eyes, giving him a more mysterious, even sexier look. you can’t help yourself as your mouth melts into his kiss, he tilts your chin up to get more access, feeling your body up.

you nearly mouth into his mouth, but you catch yourself realizing that you two were still in an open space where anyone could easily walk by and even spy. you gently pull away from him, brushing some of his hair out of his face.

“hey, baby - i really missed you,” you muse, your panties pathetically starting to get wet. right now you had to be the one in charge, whatever jihoon could do to you, that would be for later.

“i missed you too,” he takes his hand out and you grab ahold of it, as he walks you to the elevator. “you look even prettier today.”

“thanks,” you say, admiring how attentive he was. as the doors close, it’s a struggle for you both to keep your hands to yourself, but you soon get to jihoon’s floor quicker than you think. he exits first and you follow right after him, only a few feet away from the universe factory.

he punches in a code on the keypad and it makes a little melody as it unlocks. he motions for you to come in first, shutting the down once you’ve entered, door automatically locking behind you two.

“go get changed honey, ’ill be waiting for you,” he smirks at you, going to his desktop, pulling up something on the screen. you playfully roll your eyes as you unzip your bag and take out your clothes, walking towards the bathroom.

——

you check yourself out in the mirror, mentally thanking yourself for making the right decision on your outfit. you settled on a very short white bra top (to where the lines of your breasts could be seen) and barely there jean shorts, the cute ones that left most of your booty out, but still left that area covered. you paired it with your black thigh highs, deciding to be a bit bolder and wearing eight inch heels.

once you’re completely convinced, you step out of the bathroom door, walking towards jihoon, who now was sitting on the black chair across from the pole. he doesn’t notice you coming out, but he does notice you when you start to roam your hands across his shoulders and his chest, attempting to give him a massage.

“mmmm, my jihoonie has been working so hard lately,” you kiss the temple of his forehead as your continue your motions. “so tense that i can feel it just touching you.. let me help you relax honey, don’t worry about anything tonight.” he easily gives into you, and now without having to worry about anyone watching or listening, he groans out loud and it goes straight to your core.

as he tilts his head back, trying to immerse himself into you, you take the chance and gingerly sit in his lap, teasing him by slowing moving your hips and grinding down on him, instrumental beats that he’s made playing in the background. jihoon’s hands tighten their grip on the armrest, and you can feel him starting to get harder through his shorts. you chuckle to yourself, purposefully moving harder.

“so you did keep that dick up for me!” you sweetly kiss his forehead, and then his lips. “you can’t even resist the thought of me, can you baby?”

as the music continues to play, you roll your hips in rhythm to the slow beats, jihoon admiring your confidence, eyes never leaving each other’s. you bounce your ass on his lap, jihoon clearly enjoying the movement, nodding his head, hands gripping your waist as your shake your ass, spanking your right cheek in response.

“love seeing that ass shake for me,” jihoon smacks the opposite side, smirking as your face contorts in pleasure.

“should i turn around then? let you see it from the back?” you bite down on your lips again, playfully questioning him. you turn around, making sure your ass is poking out, jihoon groaning at how good your backside looks up close and personal.

“damnnn, baby,” he draws out, palming your behind. “you may need to wear these shorts more often, lookin so damn sexy dancing on me,” he pulls you flush against his back, groping your breasts feverishly.

“sh-shit, hoon!” you continue to moan out, going insane at how he was touching you. jihoon set himself apart from your other regulars, knowing just where to touch you at just the right moments. you don’t know if he knew this already, but his fingertips doting across your skin always sent chills down your spine. you turn back around to face him and kiss jihoon’s neck, head resting on his shoulders, leaving a few hickies along the way.

your hands trail down jihoon’s shirt, and you’re shocked by what you can feel. “h-hoon? your chest, holy fuck?” he can’t help but smirk at your expression as you bring the hem of his shirt up, revealing a peek of his lower abs, defined and absolutely delicious.

“you wanna see more honey?” jihoon slyly says, guiding your fingers to his abs, letting you feel him up. “god yes!” you whine out, feeling the heat course through your body. without anymore hesitation, you take off his shirt and he helps you get it over his head and you toss it across the room.

you maneuver off his lap and go down to your knees, face inches away from jihoon’s crotch. you slowly bring your head up and kiss your away up his chest, every now and then, your tongue traveling over his sculpted abs.

“oh, jihoon…,” you swoon coming up momentarily and then continuing your actions. “you taste so good honey, i can’t wait to get the rest of you in my mouth later, can’t wait to swallow every last drop of you..”

before you can go any further and pull down his shorts, he grabs your wrist and pulls you back on his lap, shoving his mouth into yours. your hips grind into his, trying to feel the friction of your bodies, panties long soaked through. jihoon’s tries to match your energy, bucking your hips up, his thrusts making you crave for more.

jihoon holds your legs by your thighs and hoists you up as he stands, walking as quickly as he can without losing his balance - both of your mouths still dancing with each other’s. once he feels his legs hit the edge of the couch, he nearly crashes his back into the piece of furniture, rotating your bodies to where you were underneath him.

before he lays you down, jihoon takes off your crop top, leaving the both of you shirtless. you whimper as the cold surface hits your back, body to body - chest to chest. “fuck, jihoon! o-oh, jihoon,” you call out, pulling down his shorts, and revealing his boxers- a wet spot visible from how much pre-cum was leaking.

“a whole wet spot and we haven’t even gotten inside each other yet.. you really are down bad for me hoon,” you chuckle, but it quickly turns into a whine when he puts his finger in your mouth and you quickly suck on the digits.

“you talk about me, but what about you honey?” he scoffs, taking his fingers from your mouth to the button of your shorts, unzipping and dragging them down your legs, clearly enjoying the fact that you wore nothing underneath. “one touch from me and you’re a whimpering, needy mess, just like you are now,” jihoon hums, taking off the waistband of boxers. “just my needy little honey who’s always ready for me..”

“fuck, c’mon jihoon, put it in me already,” you say getting impatient, tapping his forearms. “for someone who’s generally quiet, you sure have been talking a lot tonight.. why don’t you put that mouth to good use and eat me out huh?”

before he can protest, you shove his head down to your set of lower lips, high-pitched pornographic moans leaving your mouth. you knew he was gonna get you back in a split second, this fight for dominance something you always enjoyed.

he starts sucking your clit at normal pace, but jihoon makes sure you can feel every inch of his tongue in your special place. as he alternates between sucking and licking, you grip the nape of his hair tighter, causing him to groan into your pussy, making the sensations in your stomach coil.

but just when you feel yourself getting used to the speed of jihoon’s mouth, he goes faster - your juices covering his lips and chin. you practically buck into his mouth at this point, trying to do whatever to chase this fantastic high, this wave that was about to crash over you.

“j-ji-jihoon, jihoon, jihoon!! FUCK!” you scream, calling out his name like it was the only thing you knew. you convulse on his couch, orgasm spreading through the fabric, dripping down your legs, and most importantly covering his lips, your taste encapsulating his thoughts as he swallows every last bit he can.

you still breathe heavily as he comes up from your legs, groaning as you miss the intimate contact. but you quickly get your wish fulfilled when jihoon gently starts to push his tip in, gasping at how such a small move had a vice grip on your body.

“h-hoon, f-fuck, i-” you start to speak but he puts a finger over your lips, hushing you for a moment.

“mmm, don’t say anything honey, just let me fuck you right tonight.. you deserve it all baby, let me return the favor.”

Hey! Can I request a Woozi and wall sex or gym sex? Idk, whichever you prefer. But, god, imagine him railing you with him wearing that black shirt in that one vlive. Oh, I would pass out!!!

a/n: switching it up from private dancer for a bit and answering some asks in my drafts! the jihoon rot has been so fucking real… it’s unfair. so i decided to be a menace and combine it to where he rails you up against the wall at a gym 😏 hope y’all enjoy! <3

word count: 958

tags/warnings: female! reader, boyfriend!/gym junkie! jihoon, semi-public sex, railing, soft-ish dom! jihoon, mutual turn-ons, making out, pet names (baby, babe), some dirty talk, cute lil relationship banter for .002 seconds, a full proofread will be done later!

you’re trying to focus. you really are.

but with your boyfriend grunting trying to complete his third set of 20 reps with his weights, your core was aching for jihoon to just stop his workout and put his hands all over you.

you turn up the volume on your airpods, hoping it would drain out jihoon’s voice and the rest of thr outside noise. slowly dropping to your knees on your yoga mat, you get ready to start doing some ab work.

getting back into your own zone, you don’t even realize that jihoon has the same mindset as you. the pastel blue two-piece set you decided to don was driving him insane. the bra top makes your boobs sinfully pop out, and the tiny shorts accentuate every beautiful curve on your lower body. and when you bent over to get your water bottle or to do a set? god, he felt so dirty trying to catch a peek, but why did it feel so good?

“19, 20,” jihoon counts in his head, letting out a loud sigh of relief now that he had finished his last reps. he turns his attention and his body toward you, smirking at how you now transitioned into doing some stretches, working on your downward dog. he walks toward you and when he is fully behind you, jihoon grabs your hips and you look up in the mirror, relaxing when you realized it was your boyfriend.

“hoon, you scared me for a sec,” you playfully roll eyes. “you’re done already? we’re only 20 minutes in babe, i thought we were gonna stay for an hour..” you move around so that you sit on your mat, looking up at jihoon questioningly.

“oh we are, i just wanna do something else first,” he kneels down to meet you, crawling toward you to meet your lips, holding you by the back of your neck.

you return the vigor in his kiss, moving forward to push into him, causing him to fall back onto the mat. you maneuver on top of him, your thigh in between his crotch, kissing your way down his neck. one of your hands roam his black shirt, feeling his chest up. you whimper and your pussy clenches, feeling his detailed ab muscles.

jihoon grabs your ass, palming your cheeks. he sits up as he continues to touch you, pulling you closer by your legs. as he moves his fingers to your crotch, he scoffs at the wet spot he can feel.

“wet already and all we’ve done is makeout on the gym floor.. you dirty dirty girl,” he kisses you deeply and when you separate, you swear the wind is knocked out of you.

“damn it, don’t tease me jihoon,” you whine, needy for him to just put himself inside you. “you’ve already riled me up, just fuck me.”

your words go straight to his core, and without another word, he helps the both of you help and walks you backward until you hit the wall, slightly wincing at the coolness hitting your warm body.

jihoon rushes to take off your clothes, hiking your bra top over your head, followed by your shorts, revealing the lacy black piece underneath.

“lace? for a workout?” he chuckles as he turns you around, your chest now pressed against the surface.

“shut up, i can be sexy and sporty,” you groan, and it quickly becomes drawn out when you feel his tip enter you from behind.

“what the fuck, hoon- how did you undress so fast?”

“hmph, don’t worry about me - worry about keeping your voice down before the both of us get caught. don’t make me have to stuff anything in that slutty lil mouth cause you can’t listen.”

you try to protest, but he pushes in even more, your mouth opening wider. your voice box wants to get louder, but your self control wins. the fear of getting caught is enticing, but you knew jihoon liked this gym, so you bite down on your lip - hard enough to draw blood.

you think you’re ready for the first thrust, but your body convulses when he moves, hands pushing deeper into the wall, your breaths becoming pants. you curse under your breath as he continues thrusting, speeding up the pace.

“shit, shit - jihoon, more, please!” you quietly beg as he smacks your ass, wincing at the stinging. your moans begin to get more pornographic and louder, chanting jihoon’s name like it was the only word you knew.

“o-oh, oh my g-god, fuck, jihoon, too much- t-too m-much! i’m gonna cum, i wanna c-cum, please let me cum! wanna drip down your thighs..”

he whispers in your ear, voice dropping down an octave and it sends you over the edge, “then do it, fucking cum all over my cock baby, get messy,”’ he bites down on your earlobe, smiling against your skin.

you moan loud enough for jihoon to hear, but quiet enough to not fill up the empty space. you try to regulate your breathing, but your high overtakes you. your body tries to slump down the wall, but jihoon’s quickly wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you in for one more kiss. when you separate, you lean into his shoulder, humming to yourself, fingers running up his naked waist.

“how ya feelin?” he asks as you look up at him.

“hmm, i feel good,” you say smiling, looking up at him. “whaddaya wanna do, we still have half our time left. my place or yours?”

“since you did such a good job for me, we can go back to my place. get things your babe, you can be as loud as you want when i’m fucking you on my bed.”

woozi PLAGUES my mind every hour, even when I’m sleeping…BUT RECENTLY I I can’t help to imagine literal woozi during that NANA tour highlight/teaser when they were on the yacht🙏🙏 WITH HIS QUARTER ZIPPED HOODIE AND SUNGLASSES??? I literally want him to manhandle me and play with me till I’m crying of overstimulation bcs honestly I’d get down on my knees obediently for this guy Bcs yk damn well he’s such a he wants that respect

BESTIE WHEN I TELL YOU I CANT WAIT FOR THAT EPISODE TO DROP FOR THAT ONE REASON ALONE 😭 (adding said teaser for reference 😋) he’s so hot without even trying! 😩 also you’re so real for this, the jihoon brain rot is something else

also bestie, what you said reminds me of this song i’ve been listening to nonstop: never lose me by flo milli, some of the lyrics:

“i’ve been thinkin bout you on the road, we havin rich sex on a boat, he it back to back like it’s dope..”

“you know you can call me if you need me, tell me you ain’t never ever leavin, when i suck it i look in your eyes, you better fuck me like you mean it..”

especially the “rich sex on a boat” part? we all know man’s has stacks for days, imagine him taking you for a weekend drive on his yacht, just the two of you (and a driver he hired). when you guys are far out enough to sea, that’s all it takes for him to press his lips onto yours- and it’s so very addicting.

jihoon’s hand caresses your jaw, bringing you closer to him - and you physically melt into his touch, craving more of him as he lays you down on your back, the soft cushions in the seating area coming in contact with hot body. jihoon’s removing your cover up and your bikini pieces like a starved man and your hands move to zip his hoodie all the way down, defined chest coming into view, his $18k necklace in center, dangling in front of your face.

“mmm, my baby girl,” he moans as he feels up your body, admiring your moans and cute little whines. “daddy’s gonna make you feel so good..”

all you can do is fiercely nod and bite your lip, a needy look on your face that has jihoon going feral. he’s rushing to take off his shorts and boxers so he can give it to you.

which he does, because mere minutes later, he has you nearly screaming, tears brimming your eyelids from how intense his thrusts were. “j-jihoon! mmm, i can’t, daddy, i c-can’t hold it anymore!” but before he can say anything, you feel you juices spread down your legs and all over jihoon’s dick.

“shit, hoon, i’m sorry, but i couldn’t take it anymore,” you whine, desperately hoping he wouldn’t be too upset. he scoffs as he brings your knees up, his face going to your wet folds. “wait, jihoon- ah!” you gasp out as his tongue licks you up and down, smirking at how loud you were becoming and how you were pulling on his hair to bring your closer to another orgasm.

jihoon continues to lap at you until you come get again, this time all over his lips and chin. when he comes up from between your legs, he licks his lips seductively, watching how your eyes refused to leave his tongue. he goes right back to where it all started off, kissing you so you can know how good you taste. it’s messier and a little sloppy than last time, but you love it so much.

when you pull away, he holds you by your waist as you look into his eyes, “think you can come for me again? i wanna finger your cute little cunt while you whine out my name.. you make it sound so pretty, baby girl.”

“i’ll come as many times as you want daddy.”

Lee Jihoon  ✶ 𓂃   She got the Ruby

w.c : 3.0 k ┊ synopsis : Lee jihoon accidentally rizzed up a rich woman and successfully gets pegged by her┊ content warning : smut , sub jihoon, pegging , face sitting/oral sex , lowkey sugar mommy dynamic , uji and his ruby red kink (red lips + red heels + red strap)

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The first time Jihoon meets you it's at a bar. He doesn’t drink often, much less goes to a bar, but he’d been having a creative block in his studio for too long and it had got him feeling weary of his own studio and his shitty studio was that last place he wanted to be.

You were sitting alone, and he’d thought he could flirt with you. Not that he really thought he had a chance at all, you looked so gorgeous, dressed up a little too formally for a bar, but gorgeous nonetheless, and all while he was wearing an old stretched tee over ripped jeans, his impulsively bleached hair long and messy. But his pockets were light and a whiskey hit harder than local beer and he wouldn't mind using a stranger to vent.

“Hey, buy me a drink?” He tried, sliding by you. In all honesty Jihoon doesn't know a thing about flirting and picking up (only if he had listened to a bit of Mingyu's bizarre flirting lessons). He was stiff and awkward, his smile tight.

“No, why would I?” You were colder on the inside than what appeared on the surface. 

Jihoon held his hand up, “shit, sorry. I just had to try flirting once, y'know,” he said awkwardly, trying to retreat back.

“Oh,” you say, stopping him in his steps, “I didn't realise you were flirting.”

“You didn’t?” jihoon chuckles, “doesn’t it happen a lot to you? I'd find it hard to believe it if doesn't.”

“It doesn't,” you say, pulling the chair beside you to make space for him to sit. He raises his eyebrows at his own luck and slides into the seat, “what will you drink, then?”

“A whiskey sounds good,” Jihoon smiles, feeling a bit more confident now that you set the bar so low for him. You simply nod at the bartender who pours a neat glass of some expensive looking whiskey. He glances between you and the bartender, and feels the urge to stop you, “hey, that looks expensive, you don’t really have to-”

“Don’t bother the price,” you say, passing the glass to him, “you can continue flirting with me now.”

Jihoon doesn’t, infact, flirt. After just one glass of whiskey, he’s tipsy enough to spill every detail of his miserable life, from his sloppy job as a music artist and producer, to his shitty apartment at the outskirts of the city to his music block and absolute need for new inspiration. 

When Jihoon got a little too drunk, you ordered a cab for him to drop him home. 

He wasn't much of a talker usually, but alcohol in his system always made him a little weird. You had ended up knowing everything about your life. And he knew nothing but your name and the phone number you gave him.

The next morning he woke up with a hangover, still remembering last night. He tried to look up for you, in hopes of finding some social media so he knew a little more of you before he could think of contacting you.

Of everything else, he didn't expect the first thing to pop up would be a Wikipedia of your name. Oh.

Holy shit, did he just flirt with one of the richest business women in all of Korea!

He doesn't contact you after that knowledge, having read everything about you (especially your net worth). The number you gave him was probably fake too. Ugh, he'd probably embarrassed himself in front of you.

He met you again. And again. And again.

He'd learnt that you didn't go to bars often, you were just waiting for a business partner who was supposed to meet you there, only to have cancelled last minute due to his sick wife. 

“I'm glad I waited to finish my drink.” You'd told him, making his ears and neck heat up.

You two were at a musical exhibit, where Jihoon had performed a few of his songs as the opening guest, dressed in the expensive tailored suit you bought him as you yourself dressed in a black bodycon formal dress finished with a blazer, your sleeves rolled up. 

You'd bought him a rare expensive vinyl CD of his favourite Bruno Mars album. 

“I can't take that, it's too costly,” he said. He didn't want you to think that he was friends with you just for your money, because he really wasn't. “Besides, I don't have a vinyl player.”

“I do,” You say nonchalantly, “you can come over and listen to it whenever you like.”

That isn't the only thing you buy for him. Every time he tries to nod you off for it being too expensive or too big for his place, you'd take it to yours. So he had naturally ended up spending a lot of time at your penthouse. It was big and spacious and you'd told him there was enough space to fit in all his musical accessories that he couldn't keep at his own apartment.

He'd come there often after finishing his work at studio. He'd been inspired lately, writing different songs and making new beats every now and then. He'd even send you a few samples for you to review. 

“It sounds amazing,” you'd said as you pulled off his headphones, “what's the title?”

“Haven't thought of it yet. The chorus is still kinda funky. Once I get it the lyrics right, I'll have a title,” he said. 

He often thought his hoodies and electric guitars and the drum set and all the vinyls and vintage albums you bought him didn't fit your house aesthetic. But you never said anything about it.

He's eating dinner with you now at yet another expensive and fancy restaurant you took him to. He thinks you look gorgeous. Really gorgeous. Just out-of-his-league gorgeous. Your silky slip red dress and red lipstick and matching red heals did things to his heart (and dick) he couldn't explain. 

He just wants to bed you so bad. He wants you to fuck him so bad. 

He watches as you order another bottle of champagne for the two of you. He should feel more guilty, he thinks, for taking so much from you. Instead, he feels comfortable and pleased. He's always been the provider and the protector in any of his previous relationships – not that he minded to be the same with you, but it felt good to be taken care of once instead. He feels safe around you, and happy as well, and he's not an easy talk, but you hear him talk whenever he talks too. And he doesn't know what he must have done to get someone as perfect as you in his life.

“Hey, why do you like me,” he'd said impulsively, “why me?”

You could have had anyone you want in this world. Jihoon firmly believed that, with not only your wealth but for how beautiful you were, inside and out. He thinks you don't realise that, but he knows it.

You look up at him, lips opening and closing slightly, before speaking, “would you… like to come home with me tonight?”

Jihoon's back hit the wall as soon as you two reached the bedroom of your penthouse, his lips feverishly kissing yours. You were strong – not stronger than him, but you also made him feel weak. You pinned him against the wall, your one hand holding two of his above his head as the other reached to hold a handful of his hair. 

He'd moan in your mouth every time you'd tug a little too hard. He loved it. He loves how you tower over him in your 4-inches red high heels. He's usually very dominant in bed, but you make him feel so submissive. 

He feels dumbbed out by the kiss when you pull away, panting as you place butterfly kisses over his jaw and neck. “Shit, y/n, I want you so bad,” he whispered against your hair.

“Will you strip for me, baby?”

Jihoon would do anything for you if you call him baby in your sweet, seductive voice. You leave his hands so he can help himself, unbuttoning the silk black shirt (that you bought for him), carelessly pulling them off his shoulders and yanking them off to the floor. He undid his trousers and pulled them down to his thighs, letting gravity do the rest of the work, all while you nibbled over the skin of his neck.

“These too, baby boy,” you said, tapping on his black CK boxer briefs. Shyly, but surely, Jihoon let go of those too, now completely bare in front of you. You looked down at him, your hand ghosting over the curves of his body, making Jihoon shiver. He could feels your stare over his dick, which had gotten half hard already. You rest your hand over his abs, meeting his eyes again, “Shit, you're so pretty, hoon.”

He wanted to say you were prettier, but his voice was stuck in his throat. You pressed another kiss on his lips before taking his hand and bringing him to your bed, making him sit on the edge. You stripped for him next, giving him a full show as you slipped off your dress, your matching black lace lingerie a sight to his eyes. He immediately put his hand to the back of your knee to pull you on the bed on top of him, but you pullled back, chuckling at him.

“Patience, my baby boy.”

Jihoon let out a shaky breath, pulling his hand back to himself as he watched you undo your bra and let it slip down your shoulders and onto the floor. His mouth watered at sight of your breasts, soft and heavy and perfectly shaped. He held himself back from touching you, even as his cock was completely hard against his torso by now. Your panties came down next, and when you bent down to take off your heels, he stopped you by your wrists, “c-can you not take them off yet?” he asked you, then added in a sweeter voice, “please?”

There was a smile on your face. “Of course, anything for my baby.”

Jihoon’s cheeks grew red a little again, and he looked up at you expectantly.

“What do you want, hoonie?” you cooed softly, cupping his cheek in your right hand, brushing a thumb on it slowly.

“I-i want you,” jihoon said shyly, embarrassed at stuttering the way he did. 

You laugh at him. “You want me? You are gonna have to earn it baby.”

You gently guided his face to your crotch, lifting your one leg up on the bed to give him access. For jihoon, it was nothing short of a dream come true, to have his face smushed over the paradise of your pussy. He held your juicy thighs for support, as he licked a stripe between your folds. In return, he felt your grip on his hair tightening, pulling against his scalp. He was lapping you up like a dog after that. You were wet. So wet. And he wanted to drink all of your juices.

You were moaning softly above him as pushed you by your thighs closer to his face, sliding a tongue into your heat as his nose pressed against your clit. He couldnt help but want more. It wasn’t his fault, you had conditioned him to want the best of everything by spoiling him like that. 

“Baby, can you sit on my face?” he asked, looking up at you with hooded eyes, and you nodded in a yes immediately. He let his body fall back on the bed and you scooted over to his head. You were still holding yourself up, trying not to squish his face. But jihoon wanted exactly for you to squish his face down, to be pressed against your pussy till he couldn’t breathe. So he pulled your thighs down so you were sitting on his face like it was a fucking stool.

He heard you gasp a little when his tongue was right back at action. He suckled on your clit a little, not enough to drive you over the edge, but just enough to make you moan above him. He put his tongue back in its place inside your vagina and he suddenly wished he had two tongues so he could simultaneously fuck you with one and play with your clit with the other. Unfortunately, he didn’t have that choice, so he simply settled on performing the best oral he ever has eith only one tongue.

His pace wasn’t too fast, so to make your experience last longer and better, but not so slow it would be annoying for you. It was the perfect pace to get you moaning. When he felt your thighs start to shake a little, he knew you were close. He put his mouth over your clit once again, sucking harder to ride you to your high, until you were wetting his face with your cum. Fuck, he couldn’t believe he made you squirt for his first time.

You scooted back to sit on his chest now, stabilizing yourself after the amazing orgasm jihoon gave you. He rubbed comforting small and warm circles on your thighs, until you were down from you high, looking down at him with a satisfied smile. 

“was I good?”

“So good, baby,” you say, leaning down to kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips. “Gon’ make you feel s’good,” you say against his lips. 

You both reposistion so that jihoon was lying down straight on the bed,his head supported by your pillows as you hovered on top of him, your knees encaging either sides of his hips. You kissed him again, your tongue finding it's way in his mouth, making him gasp, his hands gripping your shoulders with need. 

“Are you sure you want me to fuck you?” You ask gently.

“Yes.” 

“Have you ever done this before?”

“Mh,” Jihoon nods. He usually dominates his way in bed. He's good at it, doing all the work add giving his partners complete pleasure. But he's taken it before, and he can take it now too. He wants to take it. He wants to take you. “I want you so bad, y/n.” 

He doesn't know how you do it, make him feel all weak and submissive for you. He waits patiently as you climb off him to get your strap-on. His palms are sweating and his cock is as hard as it can be as he watched you put on the harness. He didn't think someone could look as elegant and beautiful as you did while putting on a strap on.

The silicon end of the strap was a hot angry red, and matched with the red heels you still wore and your red lips intact from the smudge-proof lipstick makes Jihoon want to moan just looking at you. It's impossible for any being to look as sexy as you did at that moment. When you climbed back on the bed, pulling a lube bottle from the night table, his mouth almost watered at the sight of you.

You got between his legs, pulling his knees to either side of your hips so his ass was raised just enough for you to slip a hand under. You coated your fingers with an adequate amount of lube before circling his puckering hole, slipping in a digit. It made Jihoon arch his back with a moan muffled by his arm covering his mouth. 

He'd cleaned himself before meeting you, but he was still tight. Your fingers were gentle, easing him at a comfortable pace. You leaned back down to his neck, nipping over the skin to mark your territory. You pushed his arm from his mouth, “let me hear you, beautiful.” 

Jihoon was very vocal in bed, more so when he was submissive. Your fingers felt amazing on him. When he eased around one, you pushed another finger in, your hand caressing his thighs comfortingly. 

Your fingers curled inside him, close enough to his prostate, making him whimper your name. You move up again, hungry for his lips, kissing him messily and sloppily as he moans against your mouth. 

“Baby, do you think you're ready yet?” You ask him and he nods positively. Your silicone cock is big, bigger than him probably, but he thinks he could take you now. Besides, he'd like a little stretch of it too.

You smile against his lips, taking out your fingers and coating your cock with more lube. You enter the tip first, watching the man under you press his face into the pillow beside him, his drool sticking out as he moaned, taking the rest of it too. He relaxed around it, giving you a go to move.

You slam your hips against his, earning another loud sound from him. You couldn't care less about making noise, you lived in a penthouse with thick walls. You wanted to hear Jihoon moan and whimper your name, drink in his sweet noises. 

As you accelerated the pace, Jihoon arched his back, whimpering little ah-ah-ah’s, clutching the bedsheets under him you held his thighs up, hosting his right knee on your shoulder to get the perfect angle to get to his prostate every time. 

You loved the way Jihoon fell apart under you. You could tell he was close already, so you take hold of his leaking cock, giving it attention it needed finally. Not long after Jihoon is shooting white ropes all over his stomach, breathing heavily. 

You bend down and kiss the satisfied smile on his lips, slowly exiting him as he relaxed down there. You took a few tissues from the night table and cleaned up Jihoon and yourself lazily before taking off your strap and heels. You lied down beside him, pulling a blanket over the two of you. You didn't need to be told that Jihoon wanted to cuddle, so you slipped on top of him yourself, resting your cheek against his shoulder and wrapping a hand around his waist.

“Felt good, baby?”

“Mm, s’good,” Jihoon sighed, hugging you tighter. Tonight was indeed productive. Not only did Jihoon get fucked up so good after so long, but he was also inspired by you(r red cock) and finally had a name for the track he'd been working on lately: Ruby.

lee jihoon ✶ 𓂃   hotboxed sweet chick

w.c : 1.2 k ┊ synopsis : you and jihoon ride jihoon after getting stoned in your car. that's it, that's the fic.┊ content warning : smut , no implied relationship, , unprotected sex (wrap the willy guys), coming untouched (f), slight oral (m), use of substance (weed), hotboxing car, stoned sex a/n : mdni !! i have never touched weed so thnx to @junkissed and @yoonguurt for describing some of it to me so I can write it more accurately hehe.

The night had started innocently enough. You and Jihoon had been at a party with friends, celebrating someone’s promotion. The energy was high, the music loud, and everyone was having a great time. But as the night wore on, you found yourselves gravitating towards each other, your conversations growing more intimate, your glances more lingering. Eventually, you both decided to step away from the crowd for a bit of quiet and privacy.

“Want to go chill in the car for a while?” Jihoon had asked, his voice barely audible over the music.

You’d nodded eagerly, a playful smile on your lips. “Sounds perfect.”

You had slipped away together, finding your car parked a little way from the party. The inside of the car was cool and dark, a welcome contrast to the chaos of the party. Jihoon had pulled out a joint he’d been saving for a moment like this. The two of you settled into the backseat, the music from the party a distant thrum as you lit up, the smoke curling lazily around you.

As the weed took effect, the atmosphere in the car shifted. The scent of marijuana filled the air, mixing with the faint, sweet aroma of your body spray. The haze of the smoke made everything feel dreamlike and intimate. Jihoon’s eyes were half-lidded, his usually sharp gaze softened by the high. His hand slid slowly over your thigh, his touch light but electrifying.

You took a drag from the joint, holding it in your mouth for a moment before leaning over and blowing the smoke into Jihoon’s face. He inhaled deeply, a satisfied sigh escaping his lips. “This is nice,” he murmured, his voice thick with the effects of both the drug and the arousal simmering between you.

“You know what would make it better?” you asked, your voice low and sultry as you placed the joint in the ashtray and shifted closer to him.

Jihoon raised an eyebrow, his interest clearly piqued. “What’s that?”

You slid your hand down to his lap, feeling the hardness of his cock pressing against his jeans. A mischievous smile played on your lips as you started to unbutton his pants. “A little private celebration.”

Jihoon’s breath caught as you freed his cock from the confines of his jeans. It sprang free, already hard and throbbing, the sight of it making your own arousal intensify. You reached for his cock, wrapping your hand around it and giving it a slow, teasing stroke. Jihoon’s eyes closed, a groan escaping him as he leaned back against the seat, his hands gripping the edges of the seat.

“Fuck, that feels good,” he groaned, his voice rough with desire.

You grinned, your eyes sparkling with mischief. “Glad you think so.” his hands reached to grab ahold of your hair as you leaned down to lick a strip of his cock, tasting the already leaking precum.

With a playful glint in your eye, you took another drag from the joint, then leaned forward into his lap, your short skirt pooling up at your hips as you blowed the smoke into Jihoon’s mouth. He inhaled deeply, his eyes locking onto yours as he took in the hazy cloud. The act was intensely intimate, a connection that was both playful and deeply arousing. You pulled your panties to the side, hovering above him as he teased your clit from the head of his dick, making you make gutterial sounds.

“Ready?” you asked, your voice a sultry whisper.

Jihoon’s eyes fluttered closed as you lined him up with your entrance. You could feel the heat of his arousal, the promise of pleasure making your pulse quicken. Slowly, you sank down onto him, feeling the stretch as he filled you, his protruding veins slowly disappearing in your cunt. The sensation of him inside you was almost overwhelming, and you gasped, your breath catching in your throat.

Jihoon’s hands gripped your hips tightly. His fingers slid under the hem of your dress and beneath the seams of your panties, digging into the flesh of your ass as he tried to steady himself. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his voice barely more than a rasp.

You began to move, your hips rolling slowly as you adjusted to the fullness of him. The friction was delicious, each movement sending waves of pleasure through both of you. The car rocked slightly with your movements, the fog of the smoke making everything feel even more surreal. You placed your hands on Jihoon’s shoulders for support, riding him with increasing urgency.

Jihoon’s eyes were dark with lust, his gaze never leaving your face as you rode him. His hands guided your movements, helping you find a rhythm that made both of you moan. The joint lay forgotten in the ashtray as the heat between you became too intense for anything else to matter. His one hand reached up to pull your strapless dress down along with your bra, freeing your tits to his eyes. He groped the meat of your boobs as he hungrily lapped over your nipples.

“Fuck, Jihoon,” you moaned, your voice breaking as you felt him thrust up to meet your movements. “This feels so fucking good.”

“Yeah? You like riding my cock?” he growled, his voice rough with desire. “You look so fucking hot like this.”

You responded by riding him harder, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the car. The weed made every sensation more intense, amplifying the pleasure to a level that was almost unbearable. You could feel the knot of desire tightening in your core, the impending climax making you gasp and moan.

“I’m gonna come,” you cried out, your movements becoming erratic as you chased your release.

“Untouched too?,” Jihoon chuckled, his grip on your hips tightening as he thrust up into you harder, faster. “Go on, come for me baby. I want to feel you come all over my cock.”

His words were the final push you needed. Your orgasm hit you with a force that left you trembling, your body convulsing as you cried out. The sensation of you coming around him pushed Jihoon to his own climax, his groans mingling with yours as he spilled inside you, his grip on your hips almost bruising.

You both stayed like that for a moment, catching your breath as the car filled with the combined scents of sex and weed. The fog in the car was even thicker now, making it feel like you were in your own little world. Finally, you pulled away, settling beside him in the cramped backseat, a string of sticky semen from your cunt still connected to his cock.

Jihoon looked over at you, a lazy grin spreading across his face as he caught his breath. “That was fucking amazing,” he said, his voice still rough with satisfaction.

You smiled, feeling a warm glow of contentment. “Yeah, it was,” you agreed, reaching for the joint to take another hit. “We should definitely do this more often.”

Jihoon chuckled, taking the joint from you and taking a long drag. “Absolutely,” he said, blowing the smoke out in a long, slow exhale. “Absolutely.”