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all the ways jihoon kisses you

1. Soft Kisses: Jihoon has a really sweet side, especially when he's feeling particularly affectionate. These kisses are tender, with his lips barely brushing against yours. He often gives these kisses when he's trying to comfort you or when you're cuddling on the couch after a long day. They convey his deep care and love for you.

2. Passionate Kisses: When Jihoon is feeling a surge of strong emotions, his kisses become more fervent. These kisses are intense, leaving you both breathless. His hands might cup your face, pulling you closer as if he's afraid to let you go. These happen in moments of reunion after being apart, or when he's overwhelmed by his feelings for you.

3. Playful Kisses: Jihoon has a playful side that comes out when he's in a lighthearted mood. He'll pepper your face with quick, playful pecks, making you giggle. Sometimes, he'll pull away just as you're about to kiss him back, grinning at your frustrated expression before finally giving in and kissing you properly.

4. Forehead Kisses: These kisses are Jihoon's way of showing his protective and caring nature. He'll press a gentle kiss to your forehead, usually when you're in his arms or when he's trying to reassure you. It's a silent promise that he's always there for you, no matter what. It's also his fav place to kiss because it makes him feel happy to make you feel safe with him. It's also his way of being intimate without really getting intimate.

5. Cheek Kisses: Cheek kisses from Jihoon are casual yet endearing. He often gives these when he's busy with something but still wants to show his affection. A quick peck on the cheek while he's working in the studio or before he leaves for an event. It's his way of saying he loves you and remembers you even when he's busy with schedules.

6. Neck Kisses: When Jihoon is feeling particularly romantic or when he wants to show a bit more intimacy, he'll trail soft kisses along your neck. These kisses send shivers down your spine and often lead to more passionate moments. He loves hearing your breath hitch and feeling your pulse quicken under his lips. If he's feeling playful, he'll tickle you where he knows it tickets with his tongue just to hear your pretty laugh.

7. Goodbye Kisses: Jihoon hates saying goodbye, even if it's just for a short while. His goodbye kisses are a mix of longing and reassurance. He'll hold you close, kissing you deeply as if he's trying to memorize the feel of your lips until he sees you again. There's always a promise in these kisses – that he'll come back to you soon. He'll always be leaning his forehead against yours as he pouts about having to go on yet another tour.

8. Morning Kisses: Waking up next to Jihoon means starting your day with a soft, sleepy kiss. These kisses are slow and lazy, full of warmth as he wakes up beside you. He loves kissing you good morning, letting you know that he cherishes waking up with you every day.

9. Apology Kisses: When Jihoon feels he's wronged you, his kisses become softer and more tentative. He'll hold your face gently, his lips brushing against yours in silent apology. He might whisper words of remorse between kisses, trying to make up for any hurt he caused. These kisses are filled with sincerity and a promise to do better. 

10. Spontaneous Kisses: Jihoon sometimes kisses you out of the blue, surprising you with his spontaneity. Whether you're cooking, reading, or simply walking together, he'll lean in for a quick kiss, a playful grin on his face. These kisses remind you of how much he loves you, even in the most ordinary moments.

12. Shoulder kisses: Jihoon kisses your shoulders when he's feeling particularly affectionate, especially during cuddling sessions. If you're sitting together, he might lean over and press soft kisses to your bare shoulders, making you feel adored and appreciated. It's an intimate gesture that conveys his love in a subtle yet powerful way.

11. Hand kisses: When Jihoon kisses your hands, it's a gesture of admiration and respect. He might kiss your knuckles softly when holding your hand, making you feel like the most important person in his life. During quiet, tender moments, he might lift your hand to his lips and press a gentle kiss to your palm, showing his deep affection and appreciation for you. He even kisses your inner wrist sometimes, a very intimate spots that make you feel all tingly and loved

14. Back and nape kisses: When you're lying together or he's hugging you from behind, Jihoon loves pressing soft kisses along your back or on your nape. It's an intimate gesture that makes you feel incredibly close to him. He might trail kisses from your shoulders down to your lower back, his lips barely brushing your skin, creating a sense of deep connection and warmth. When he's hugging you from the back, he'll push your hair to the side and kiss you there tenderly.

15. Ear kisses: Jihoon sometimes kisses your ears, especially the lobes, when he wants to whisper sweet nothings or playful remarks. These kisses are often ticklish and send tingles down your spine. He might gently nibble on your earlobe before whispering something that makes you blush, adding a playful and intimate touch to your interactions.

16. Stomach/belly kisses: When you're lying down together, Jihoon loves pressing soft kisses to your stomach. It's a gesture of tenderness and love, showing how much he adores every part of you. He might trace gentle patterns with his lips, making you feel a mix of ticklish delight and deep affection. You'd never feel insecure about your body around him, he'll make sure of that.

17. Thigh kisses: these ones are obviously naughty ones. Mostly happens during foreplay, during or before he eats you out or fingers you. Sometimes, he'll kiss your thighs during aftercare as he cleans you up. He cannot hold it back when he sees your tender blushed thighs.

18. Ankle kisses: this could be both soft or naughty. When he's fucking you in missionary, he loves to kiss your ankles and calves as he hooks your legs over his shoulder. Alternatively, if you two are chilling in the couch while watching a movie maybe, he'll hold your legs in his lap, subconsciously yet tenderly rubbing your feet and ankles and occasionally bringing it to his mouth to land a soft peck.

19.Eyelid Kisses (?): Jihoon sometimes kisses your closed eyelids, especially when he’s feeling tender and affectionate. These kisses are soft and gentle, often given as a reassurance or a sign of deep emotional connection. He might do this when you’re feeling tired or overwhelmed, using the kiss as a way to soothe and comfort you. Sometimes he kisses your eyelids when you are sleeping soundly and Jihoon finds the sight really endearing and cute.

20. Making out : Jihoon loves making out with you every once in a while to make up for the time he was apart from you. Usually has you straddle him on his lap as he kisses you tenderly. He'll rub his hand along your thigh, pulling you closer by your waist. Make outs with jihoon are usually slow because he really wanna enjoy every moment of it, yet sensual. He uses a lot more tongue and also likes to bite sometimes. You're lips are sure to be swollen by the time your make out sesh ends.

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.”

"Best Dick Award"

just a blurb ,, crack/suggestive ,, aka having another episode of ceecee's madness reaching a new high

You and Jihoon are lounging in your living room, enjoying a lazy afternoon together. The TV is playing some random show in the background, but neither of you is really paying attention. You're too busy giggling to yourself, holding a small, hastily wrapped box in your hands.

"What's so funny?" Jihoon asks, raising an eyebrow as he looks over at you.

You can't help but snicker. "I have a surprise for you."

Jihoon sits up a little straighter, curiosity piqued. "A surprise? For me?"

"Yep," you say, handing him the box. "Go on, open it."

Jihoon takes the box, giving you a skeptical look before tearing off the wrapping paper. Inside, he finds a small golden-painted plastic trophy, the kind you might get from a novelty shop. The plaque on the front reads, "Best Dick Award."

Jihoon bursts out laughing, holding the trophy up for a better look. "Are you serious?"

You nod, trying to keep a straight face. "Totally serious. You’ve earned it."

Jihoon shakes his head, still chuckling. "And what exactly did I do to deserve this prestigious honor?"

You grin, leaning back on the couch. "Well, for one, you've been exceptionally generous with your, uh, 'services.' Plus two, you’ve set a new standard in, shall we say, performance. And last but definitely not the list, you are endowed in a way to just please women." You chuckle with a wink.

Jihoon smirks, clearly amused. "Wow, I'm honored. I'd like to thank the academy, my parents for always believing in me, and most importantly, my lovely partner for being such a dedicated audience."

You burst into laughter. "You're welcome! It's a tough job, but someone’s got to do it."

Jihoon sets the trophy on the coffee table, still smiling. "So, do I get any other perks with this award? A speech? A victory lap?"

You tap your chin, pretending to think. "Hmm, I think the award itself is pretty prestigious. But I suppose we could celebrate... privately."

Jihoon's eyes gleam with mischief. "Oh, a different kind of lap, I see. I like the sound of that. Just remember, with great power comes great responsibility."

You roll your eyes playfully. "Don't let it go to your head. Or, you know, the other head."

Jihoon laughs, pulling you into his arms. "I promise to use my powers wisely."

"Good," you say, snuggling against him. "Because I might just have to revoke your title if you don't."

Jihoon gives you a mock serious look. "I'd better stay on my A-game then. Can't risk losing the 'Best Dick Award.'"

You laugh, pressing a sloppy kiss to his lips. "Exactly. Now, Mr. Best Dick, how about we start our celebration?"

Jihoon grins, pulling you over his lap. "That's the best idea I've heard all day."

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

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."

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.

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.

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.

ljh - "honk honk!"

insp. by a very real and serious conversation. receipt is up there. I just know they honk. Crack and fluff

The evening was peaceful, the kind of quiet where the only sounds were the low hum of the TV in the background and the soft rustling of the leaves outside the window. You and Jihoon were cuddled up on the couch, your legs tangled together as you leaned into each other, savoring the warmth and comfort of just being close.

Jihoon’s arm was draped lazily around your shoulders, his fingers absentmindedly playing with a strand of your hair. You were both too content to speak, just enjoying the moment of calm after a long day. But then your eyes flicked downward, catching sight of his chest—those firm, toned pecs that you loved so much.

A mischievous thought crossed your mind, and before you could second-guess yourself, you brought your hands up to his chest, squeezing his pecs playfully.

“Honk, honk!” you said aloud, grinning widely.

Jihoon froze for a moment, his fingers halting in your hair. He turned his head slowly, giving you the most deadpan side-eye you’d ever seen. His lips twitched as if he was trying not to laugh, but the disbelief in his eyes was clear.

“Really?” he asked, his voice dry with amusement. “Did you just… honk my pecs?”

You tried to suppress a giggle, but it slipped out anyway, and you nodded, completely unrepentant. “Yep! Honk honk!”

Jihoon just stared at you, a mix of exasperation and fondness in his expression. “You’re so weird sometimes,” he muttered, though his tone was more affectionate than annoyed.

You beamed at him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “You love it,” you teased, giving his pecs another playful squeeze, but this time without the sound effects.

He sighed, rolling his eyes, but there was a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Yeah, I do,” he admitted, his voice softening as he pulled you closer. “You’re a total dork, but you’re my dork.” He paused, and chuckled softly, “You’re not going to do it again, are you?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

You gave him a sheepish smile. “No promises,” you said, your voice teasing.

He sighed, shaking his head with that same mix of exasperation and fondness. “Why do I put up with you?” he asked, though there was no real question in his tone.

“Because you love me,” you replied, your smile widening as you leaned in to kiss him again.

Jihoon grumbled something under his breath, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he kissed you back, his hands slipping under your shirt as he let himself get lost in the moment to play with your honk-honks. And as the evening wore on, filled with more laughter, playful squeezes, and tender kisses, you couldn’t help but feel a warm glow of happiness.

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.

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)

kinktober week 1.1 - overstimulation

next stop till nirvana - l.jh (overstim, subhoon, obedeince, cumplay)

The air in the room was thick with the scent of sweat, sex, and the faint sweetness of lingering afterglow. The low light cast soft shadows over Jihoon’s form, his body sprawled across the bed, trembling slightly under your touch. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his eyes hazy with exhaustion and desire. The fluffy pink handcuffs, securely binding his wrists to the headboard, contrasted adorably against the sharp lines of his muscles, his fair skin flushed and glistening with sweat. His loose white tee had ridden up, bunched messily beneath his arms, revealing the toned chest and abs that you had been worshipping for what felt like hours.

"Are you okay, baby?" you whispered softly, dragging your freshly manicured nails lightly across his chest, watching his muscles twitch beneath your touch. His body had been reduced to a trembling, overstimulated mess, but Jihoon still nodded weakly, eyes fluttering shut as he bit back a moan.

"I'm okay," he panted, voice ragged. His cock, slick with his own cum, twitched in response as you reached down to stroke him again, slow and deliberate. His hips jerked forward instinctively, though his body recoiled from the overwhelming sensitivity. "T-too much," he gasped, though he didn’t pull away, staying obedient beneath you like the good boy he always was.

"Shh," you soothed, placing a soft kiss on the reddened skin of his chest before sucking on one of his already sensitive nipples. He let out a choked sob, body convulsing beneath you, and you could feel his cock pulsing weakly in your hand. "I know, baby. I know it's a lot, but you can give me one more, right?" You spoke softly, lips brushing against his nipple with each word, your hand slowing its strokes as his body shook violently.

"I-I don't know," Jihoon whimpered, his voice breaking as tears began to gather in the corners of his eyes. He'd already cum so many times tonight, his body completely wrung out, overstimulated to the point of breaking. His thighs trembled as you pressed your palm flat against his abs, grounding him, reminding him of your control.

"You can do it for me," you encouraged, straddling one of his muscular thighs and grinding your soaked pussy against him, the slickness of your arousal mixing with the cum still leaking from his tip. "Just one more, baby. You’re so good for me, aren’t you?"

Jihoon nodded weakly, eyes half-lidded as he whimpered under your praise. "Y-Yes, I can do it. I'll give you another," he whispered, even as his body convulsed in overstimulation. He had no idea how he was going to cum again, but he’d do anything for you, anything to hear you praise him like that again.

"Good boy," you praised, the words like honey dripping from your lips as you kissed his stomach, your tongue trailing along the dips of his abs, savoring every shudder and twitch of his body. "That's what I like to hear. Hold on for me just a little longer, okay? I want us to cum together."

He let out a soft sob as your hand wrapped around his cock again, stroking him slowly, your thumb teasing the sensitive tip. His chest heaved, and his entire body jerked beneath you. He was so overstimulated, every touch felt like fire on his skin, but he craved it—needed it.

Your own arousal was dripping down your thighs as you moved faster against him, grinding your pussy against his thigh with desperation, each motion sending sparks of pleasure through your core. You were close too, your climax teetering just out of reach as you worked him with practiced strokes, his cock twitching helplessly in your hand.

"Fuck, baby, you’re doing so good," you gasped, your voice breathless as you quickened your pace, chasing your own high. "Hold it, Jihoon. Hold it for me. I want you to cum with me."

He was crying now, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks as he tried desperately to follow your command. His hips bucked weakly beneath you, the overstimulation becoming unbearable, but he held on, clinging to your words, to the promise of release.

"I c-can’t," Jihoon sobbed, his voice cracking with exhaustion. "I can't anymore. I—I literally can't cum again."

"Yes, you can," you whispered soothingly, your lips brushing against his ear as you leaned down, pressing your body against his. "Just a little more, baby. I know you can do it."

Jihoon’s body convulsed beneath you, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as his climax began to build again, despite the overwhelming sensitivity. He was so close, teetering on the edge of bliss and agony, his mind swimming in a haze of pleasure.

"Now," you moaned, your body finally tipping over the edge as your orgasm crashed over you, your pussy clenching tightly as you ground down against his thigh. "Cum with me, baby."

Jihoon let out a choked cry, his entire body shaking violently as his cock twitched in your hand, spurting out the last remnants of his cum. It was weak, barely more than a dribble, but it was enough. He collapsed against the bed, his chest heaving as tears of exhaustion and pleasure streaked down his face.

"I can't—I can't anymore," he whimpered, his body trembling uncontrollably as he continued to sob, his voice cracking. "I can't… there's no more left. My balls are empty, baby."

You giggled softly, leaning down to kiss his tear-streaked cheeks, your hand gently brushing his sweat-soaked hair out of his face. "You did so good, baby," you whispered, pressing soft kisses against his lips. "You were such a good boy for me. I’m so proud of you."

Jihoon sniffled, his body still shaking from the overstimulation, but he managed a weak smile as you kissed him, the praise soothing the aching exhaustion in his limbs. "T-thank you," he mumbled, his voice hoarse as he nuzzled into your touch.

"You deserve some rest now," you whispered, unhooking the handcuffs from the headboard and rubbing his sore wrists gently. He winced slightly but didn’t pull away, his eyes already fluttering shut as the exhaustion overtook him.

"Tomorrow morning," you teased, brushing your lips against his ear. "We'll continue this in the morning."

Jihoon groaned softly, his voice barely a whisper. "Please… no more… not tomorrow." Even as he protested, though, he was already looking forward to tomorrow now, and you knew it too.

You giggled, kissing him softly again before pulling a blanket over his naked, trembling form. "Sleep now, baby. We’ll see how you feel in the morning."

With a soft sigh, Jihoon relaxed completely, his body sinking into the bed as sleep overtook him. You watched him for a moment, admiring the way his chest rose and fell steadily, the way his lips parted slightly as he slept. He looked so peaceful, so beautiful, and you couldn’t help but smile as you settled in beside him, your arm wrapping around him comfortingly.

You’d push his limits again tomorrow, but for now, you’d let him rest. He’d earned it.

This is so good i died????????????????????

water waves, lover’s leap - l.jh x reader

where an outing with his bestfriend went just about the right direction for jihoon content : best friends to (possibly) lovers, outdoor nudity/skinnydipping, feels are confessed, lots of kissing , slight praise kink , virgin jihoon , wc : 3.9k taglist : @thepoopdokyeomtouched @wooziorgans

The sky was a soft gradient of oranges and pinks, the setting sun casting a warm glow over the sprawling landscape as you and Jihoon pulled up to a secluded lake. The road trip had been your idea, a break from the bustle of the city and a chance to reconnect with nature. Jihoon had agreed without hesitation—he always did when it came to spending time with you.

"Man, this place is perfect," you said as you stepped out of the car, stretching your arms up and taking in the pristine lake. It was still, the water almost glass-like as it reflected the fading sky.

Jihoon, standing beside you, nodded, the corner of his lips quirking up in a soft smile. "You always know the best spots," he said, his voice calm, though his heart had been racing the entire ride. He wasn’t sure if it was the thrill of being out in nature or the fact that he’d be spending the night with you, just the two of you, with no one else around.

You both settled by the edge of the lake, dipping your legs into the cool, refreshing water. It felt nice, soothing even, after the long drive. For a while, you and Jihoon talked about everything and nothing at all, the easy conversation that always seemed to flow effortlessly between you two filling the air.

As the last rays of sun began to sink behind the trees, you glanced at Jihoon, a mischievous grin spreading across your face.

"You know what would make this even better?" you asked, already getting up and dusting off your shorts.

He looked up, raising an eyebrow, curious but wary. "What?"

You glanced around at the peaceful, secluded area, making sure you two were alone. "Skinny dipping," you declared, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Jihoon’s eyes widened, and he almost choked on his breath. "W-What?" he stammered, watching in stunned silence as you peeled off your shirt without any hesitation, tossing it aside.

His heart hammered in his chest as you unbuttoned your shorts, slipping out of them with the same carefree ease, leaving you in just your underwear. You didn’t seem shy, not even for a second. He tried to look away, tried to tell himself that this was normal—you had been best friends for so long, after all—but the sight of you stripping down left him momentarily paralyzed.

"You coming?" you asked with a teasing grin, already unhooking your bra and letting it fall to the ground.

His mind went blank. Completely empty. He could only manage a nod as he watched you step out of your underwear, now fully naked in front of him. It wasn't like this was the first time he had seen you in a state of undress. You’d been to the pool countless times together, had even bathed together when you were little kids. But this—this was different.

You were glowing. The soft light of the sunset highlighted every curve, every dip of your body, and he couldn’t help but stare, his mouth suddenly dry.

"Jihoon, seriously, come on!" you laughed, already walking toward the water. "It’s not like you haven’t seen me naked before."

"Yeah, but—" His voice caught in his throat as you dove into the lake, your body disappearing beneath the water with a graceful splash.

Jihoon stood there for a moment, rooted to the spot, his brain short-circuiting. Her boobs, her boobs, her boobs. The same two words seemed to echo in his mind over and over again. He had a massive crush on you, had for a while now, but he’d never found the courage to do anything about it. You were his best friend, and he wasn’t about to ruin that.

Still, the sight of you like this, so free and uninhibited, was doing things to him that he wasn’t prepared to deal with.

With trembling hands, he began to take off his own clothes. It was awkward, painfully slow compared to the ease with which you had stripped. By the time he managed to get his shirt and pants off, you were already floating in the lake, looking so carefree.

He hesitated for a moment, his eyes tracing the outline of your body in the water. When had things changed? When had you gone from being his goofy best friend to… this? You had seen him almost naked before, sure, but this was different. You weren’t just his friend anymore. He knew that much.

And apparently, so did his body.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he stripped off his underwear, tossing them aside before quickly stepping into the water. His face was burning, and he thanked whatever powers existed that the water would hide his reaction.

You floated closer to him, laughing softly as you splashed water his way. "Took you long enough."

He cleared his throat, trying and failing to keep his eyes on your face and not… anywhere else. "Yeah, well…" His voice trailed off awkwardly.

Your eyes fell on Jihoon’s body—his broad chest, his toned arms, the muscles he’d worked so hard on recently.

You’d always seen Jihoon as… well, Jihoon. The same guy who wore oversized hoodies and drowned himself in music. But now, standing there, his skin glistening with droplets of water, he looked different. He was different.

Your heart skipped a beat, and heat rushed to your face. Why am I blushing? It’s just Jihoon, you told yourself, but even as you thought it, you couldn’t stop your gaze from lingering on the muscles of his chest and the way his damp hair clung to his forehead.

He had always been cute, but now he was… hot.

Jihoon swallowed hard, his eyes darting away before he forced himself to look at you again. He opened his mouth to say something, anything, but his brain was stuck on repeat: boobs, boobs, boobs, boob.

You noticed his gaze flicking down and back up again, and suddenly you felt exposed in a way you hadn’t before. It wasn’t the same playful, easygoing friendship you’d shared for years. This was new, dangerous territory.

"Jihoon," you said softly, stepping closer, your voice carrying the weight of the moment.

He met your eyes, his cheeks burning red. His pulse pounded in his ears, and he didn’t know how to respond, didn’t know what the right move was.

Before things could spiral into something neither of you were ready for, you splashed him, sending a wave of cold water directly into his face.

Jihoon sputtered, wiping his eyes. "Hey!" he protested, blinking in surprise, but there was a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

You grinned mischievously, wading backward in the water. "What? Can’t handle a little splash, Jihoon?" You felt the heat of the moment fizzle into something more playful, giving you a moment to breathe.

Jihoon, relieved by the shift in mood, narrowed his eyes at you, his competitive side kicking in. "You think you’re funny, huh?"

"Funny? I’m fast too," you shot back with a wink. "I bet I can beat you to that rock over there." You pointed to a large boulder peeking out of the water a few yards away.

The water was cool and soothing as you and Jihoon splashed around in the lake, the playful banter between you two feeling so natural. It was the same way it always was, except for the fact that you were both completely naked now—and trying desperately to ignore how aware you both were of that fact.

You swam a little farther out, sending a playful splash in Jihoon’s direction. He dodged, laughing as he retaliated, sending a wave of water your way. You shrieked, laughing even louder, and soon, the two of you were in a full-on splash war, like kids at a pool party, only with a lot more intensity.

“You’re gonna regret that, Hoon!” you shouted through your giggles, trying to swim away from him as he chased after you, the water rippling around his strong strokes.

“Oh yeah? Let’s see you try!” Jihoon grinned, his competitive side kicking in, and soon it became a race, the two of you cutting through the water as fast as you could.

You swam ahead, laughing breathlessly as you tried to keep your lead, but Jihoon was catching up fast. Before you could get any farther, you felt his hands gently grab your waist, pulling you back toward him. “Gotcha!” he declared, triumphant.

You squealed, wriggling in his grip as he pulled you closer, your bodies colliding in the water. “No fair, you cheated!” you protested, laughing breathlessly as you tried to splash him again.

But Jihoon wasn’t letting go. His arms stayed around your waist as you turned to face him, your laughter fading slightly as the space between you shrank. Suddenly, you realized just how close you were—his chest brushing against yours, his breath mixing with yours, the cool water only adding to the heat building between your naked bodies.

The playful atmosphere shifted, a tension settling over you both as your eyes met. The laughter died down, replaced by a heavy silence, the kind that made your heart race for reasons you couldn’t quite explain—or maybe you could.

You swallowed, your eyes flicking down to Jihoon’s lips, and for the briefest moment, neither of you moved. It was like time had slowed, the water around you still as you floated together, caught in the weight of the moment.

Jihoon’s breathing had quickened, his chest rising and falling more rapidly as his eyes dropped to your lips and back up to your eyes. He was hesitant, unsure, but there was something else there—something hungry, something he couldn’t hold back any longer.

Before either of you could think, his lips were on yours.

The kiss was soft at first, almost tentative, but when you responded just as eagerly, everything changed. His arms tightened around your waist, pulling you flush against his body as the kiss deepened, his lips moving against yours with a need you’d never felt from him before.

You moaned softly into his mouth, the sensation of his warm body pressed against yours sending shivers down your spine. Jihoon gasped in response, his hands sliding up to your back, his fingers trailing over your wet skin as if he couldn’t get enough of you.

You kissed him back with just as much passion, your hands tangling in his damp hair, tugging him closer. The kiss grew hotter, more urgent, as if years of unspoken feelings were finally spilling out between you. His lips moved expertly against yours, his soft gasps and groans filling the quiet air around you, driving you wild.

At some point, the two of you had drifted toward the edge of the lake, your back pressed against the grassy shore as Jihoon hovered over you, his lips never leaving yours. His body was tense, every muscle trembling with restraint as if he was afraid to go too far, but the way he kissed you, the way he clung to you, told you just how badly he wanted this.

And you wanted it, too.

When he finally pulled back, both of you gasping for air, Jihoon’s face was flushed, his lips swollen from the kiss. He looked down at you, eyes dark with desire, but his expression was conflicted—half dazed, half panicked, as if he couldn’t believe what had just happened.

"I—" He started to say something, but the words caught in his throat. His gaze dropped lower, and that’s when you felt it—his hard-on pressing against your thigh.

You smirked, feeling a surge of confidence wash over you. So Jihoon isn’t as innocent as he pretends to be.

“oh, look at you…” you teased, your voice low as you shifted slightly, feeling his cock rub against you. His whole body tensed at the contact, and his blush deepened to a shade that could rival the setting sun.

“Y/N—” Jihoon’s voice was shaky, his breath uneven as he tried to pull back, but you kept your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer again.

“Are you blushing?” you asked, your tone playful, but there was a heat in your voice that matched the intensity between you. “You look so cute like this, Jihoon.”

His face turned an even deeper shade of red. “I—I'm not—” He stammered, his words faltering as your hand slipped down, brushing against his chest, tracing the muscles you had been admiring earlier.

Jihoon let out a soft, breathless moan at the feeling of your fingertips against his skin, and his eyes squeezed shut, as if he was trying to control himself.

“You’ve really changed, Hoon,” you murmured, your voice softer now as you continued to trail your fingers down his chest, over his abs. “When did you get so… hot?”

His eyes snapped open at that, and he looked at you, a mixture of shock and embarrassment on his face. “I… I didn’t know you thought that.”

You gave him a teasing grin, enjoying the way he squirmed under your touch. “Oh, I’ve noticed. It’s kind of hard not to when you look like this now. No more of that boyish jihoon.”

Jihoon swallowed hard, his gaze locked on yours. He was still hovering over you, his body stiff with nerves, but you could feel the tension in him—the need.

You bit your lip, feeling a rush of desire as your fingers slipped lower, brushing against the skin above jihoon's cock. Jihoon sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes wide as he looked down at you, his lips parted in shock.

“Y/N,” he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper. “What… What are we doing?”

You smiled, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his lips. “What do you want to be doing?”

Jihoon groaned softly, his body trembling as you kissed him again, this time slower, more deliberately. His hands gripped your waist tightly, pulling you against him as he deepened the kiss, the need in him overpowering any hesitation he might have had.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he finally confessed between kisses, his voice low and husky. “You have no idea.”

You pulled back just enough to look at him, surprised by his admission. “Really?”

Jihoon nodded, his forehead resting against yours as he caught his breath. “You’ve always been more than just my best friend, Y/N. I just didn’t know how to… say it.”

Your heart swelled at his words, and you couldn’t help but smile as you cupped his cheek, brushing your thumb gently over his flushed skin. “You don’t have to say anything else, Jihoon. I think I might feel the same way.”

He stared at you, his eyes wide and filled with hope, and in that moment, you could see all the love and desire he had been holding back for so long.

Without another word, Jihoon kissed you again, this time slower, more deliberate. His hands moved to cup your face, his thumbs gently brushing your cheeks as he poured every unspoken feeling into the kiss. You kissed him back with equal passion, your hands running through his damp hair, tugging him closer until there was no space left between you.

The kiss deepened, growing more intense with each passing second, and soon you were both gasping for breath, your bodies pressed tightly against each other. Jihoon’s cock was still pressed against your thigh, and you could feel him throbbing with need.

He pulled back slightly, his breathing ragged as he looked down at you with a mixture of lust and affection. “Are you sure about this?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded, your heart racing as you reached up to pull him back down for another kiss. “I’ve never been more sure.”

The two of you scrambled out of the water, the cool night air nipping at your wet skin as you hurriedly grabbed your clothes. But instead of dressing, both of you rushed toward the car, laughing breathlessly, the adrenaline from the moment fueling every move. You were still naked and dripping with water when you finally slipped inside the car, slamming the door shut behind you.

Before Jihoon could even register what was happening, you were on him, straddling his lap with your bare thighs pressing against his, your lips crashing against his. The kiss was heated, filled with a kind of urgency that neither of you had felt before. His hands instinctively went to your waist, gripping your hips as you ground your bare core against his hardening cock.

"Y/N," Jihoon gasped between kisses, his voice trembling as he felt your slickness rubbing against him. "W-We don’t… I don’t have a condom."

You pulled back slightly, smirking at the way he looked—flustered, his hair still wet, cheeks flushed, and lips swollen from your kisses. "Don’t worry," you murmured, leaning forward to press another kiss against his lips before twisting in his lap to reach into the passenger compartment.

Jihoon watched in stunned silence as you pulled out a single condom, his eyes widening. "You planned for this?" he stammered, his voice cracking slightly. He was nervous, and it was adorable.

You giggled softly, tearing open the foil packet and pulling out the condom. "No," you teased, your eyes glinting with mischief. "I’m just always prepared."

His face turned bright red, and he nervously licked his lips as you leaned forward to put the condom on him. His cock twitched under your touch, and he sucked in a shaky breath, his hands trembling slightly as they rested on your thighs.

“I… I don’t really know what I’m doing. You know I am a virgin, right,” he confessed quietly, his voice barely audible. “I-I mean I’ve watched porn, sure, and I know how it works in theory, but I’ve never—" He trailed off, looking away in embarrassment.

You smiled, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his lips. "Jihoon," you whispered, "just shut up," You kissed him again, slow and deep, feeling his tension melt away beneath your touch, "and follow my lead, okay?"

He nodded wordlessly, his gaze still filled with nervous anticipation. You smiled at him warmly, then shifted your hips, positioning yourself above him. You could feel the heat of his cock pressing against your entrance, and you took a deep breath as you began to slowly lower yourself onto him.

Jihoon’s grip on your hips tightened the moment he felt your warmth envelop him, his fingers digging into your skin hard enough to leave marks. He groaned low in his throat, his head falling back against the seat as you sank down onto him, taking him inch by inch.

“Holy shit, Y/N,” Jihoon gasped, his voice shaking. His hands were trembling now, his knuckles turning white from how hard he was gripping your hips.

You let out a soft moan as you adjusted to the feeling of him inside you, the stretch making your breath hitch. The sensation was overwhelming, his cock filling you so completely that it left you breathless.

Jihoon’s eyes fluttered shut, his head resting back against the seat as he struggled to keep his composure. “You feel… so good,” he murmured, his voice shaky. His hands moved up your waist, gripping your sides as you began to pick up speed, riding him with a steady rhythm.

You smiled down at him, loving the way he looked—so vulnerable, so beautifully overwhelmed by the pleasure. “You’re doing so well,” you whispered, leaning down to kiss his neck, your lips trailing over his damp skin.

Jihoon whimpered at the contact, his whole body trembling as you sucked a hickey onto his pale neck, your teeth grazing his skin just enough to make him gasp. His hands gripped your hips tighter, his fingertips digging into your skin as he bucked his hips upward, meeting your movements with his own.

Your moans mixed with his as the pleasure between you both built, the sound of your skin slapping against his filling the car. You were riding him faster now, your hips moving in a steady rhythm as you chased your release, the friction driving you both closer and closer to the edge.

Jihoon’s breath hitched as you guided one of his hands to your clit, his fingers trembling as he hesitantly began to rub small circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves. You moaned loudly, your body arching into him as the added stimulation sent a wave of pleasure crashing through you.

“That’s it,” you gasped, your voice breathless as you bounced harder on his cock. “Just like that, Jihoon.”

He groaned, his eyes squeezing shut as he tried to focus on rubbing your clit in time with your movements, his other hand gripping your waist tightly. “I’m so close,” he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper.

You leaned down to kiss him again, your lips moving against his with the same urgency as your hips. “Me too,” you moaned, your body trembling as the pleasure became almost too much to bear. You could feel the tight coil in your abdomen threatening to snap, and you knew you were both on the verge of release.

Jihoon’s grip on your hips tightened even more as he thrust upward one last time, his whole body tensing beneath you as he came with a strangled moan. The feeling of him pulsing inside you was enough to send you over the edge, your own orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave.

Your body shook with the intensity of it, your moans mixing with Jihoon’s as you rode out the waves of pleasure together. His hands never left your hips, holding you tightly as you both gasped for breath, the aftershocks of your orgasms still pulsing through your bodies.

For a moment, neither of you moved, both of you too exhausted to do anything but breathe. Jihoon’s head was resting back against the seat, his eyes closed, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

“You okay?” you asked softly, running your fingers through his damp hair as you leaned down to press a soft kiss to his forehead.

Jihoon cracked one eye open, giving you a sleepy smile. “I think I might pass out,” he admitted, his voice weak.

You chuckled, carefully lifting yourself off of him and slipping the condom off before tossing it in a napkin you had grabbed from the console. You grabbed your shorts and T-shirt, pulling them back on as Jihoon watched you through half-lidded eyes.

“You look like you need a nap,” you teased, pulling on your shirt and turning to grab his discarded clothes.

Jihoon groaned, running a hand through his messy hair. “I feel like I need a nap.”

You laughed, tossing his clothes onto his lap. “How about I drive, and you pay for dinner?”

He blinked at you, still dazed, before a slow smile spread across his face. “Deal,” he mumbled, too tired to argue.

As you started the car, you couldn’t help but glance at Jihoon one last time. He looked so beautiful, flushed and tired, his skin still glistening with droplets of water from the lake. You smiled to yourself, feeling a warmth spread through your chest.

Maybe this road trip turned out to be more than just a getaway after all.

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synopsis : when yn’s exchange student roommates leave, they are left with the unfortunate task of finding a new place to stay. lucky for them, a room just opened up at apartment 5c, complete with the most interesting group of people they could ever hope to meet.

pairing : svt 96 line x gn!reader

genre/s : university au, roommates au, fluff, tiniest bit of angst (maybe), slice of life, humor

format : mostly smau + some written parts

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Experiences

Pairing : Lee Jihoon x Reader

Genre : Fluff

Warnings : Jihoon has slight commitment issues

Even the best lyricist needs inspiration to make his piece better, which is why Jihoon comes to you when he feels that his latest song needs more life to it.

"I feel like it's missing something," you say, tapping your pen on the notepad. "It needs a soul."

"I know right? I feel like it's too bland," Jihoon replies, a visible line appearing on his forehead as he bites his lip. "I think I'm done for."

"Hey, hey, quit the negative thoughts. What's this song about?" you ask, wanting to know the meaning behind the lyrics in his point of view. That way, maybe you can help him with something.

"It's about new experiences," he says, rubbing his temples to ease the headache he's going through, "Not specific."

You think for a while, and suddenly, a light bulb clicks in your head, "Maybe that's where we need to change a bit. Make it more specific. Give it a genre perhaps?"

He seems to consider your idea for a moment but his face eventually turns back into the scowl he's been wearing for the past 1 hour, "What genre, though? I'm going blank."

"What do your fans expect the most from you?"

"They want me to write something related to romance but that's so hard. I have no experience in dating or love or anything related to romance in the first place," he seems to have given up but you were willing to make this song work. The lyrics were so creative, it seemed almost illegal to give up now.

"I get it now," you clap your hands, "The song doesn't need a soul. It's you. You need a life outside of music."

Jihoon looks offended for a moment. "I do have a life outside of music," he protests, "I have you. That's enough for me."

Your cheeks turn bright red at his answer. How can he be so straight-forward?

"Having one best friend doesn't count. You need a girlfriend."

"Can't you be my girlfriend?"

Your heart skips a bit before you clear your throat, "I don't think that's how it works. You need to like me first"

He thinks for a moment, "I like you alright. I get butterflies in the stomach all the time talking to you. I just don't know if I like you enough."

You laugh, finally understanding the real problem in his situation, "You're afraid of commitment, right?"

"Yeah, that's probably it but," he takes a deep breath before continuing, "If it's you I wouldn't be that afraid."

"I wouldn't mind dating you either," you see Jihoon's face turn red and you know yours had to be redder than his.

"Yeah, so um do you perhaps wanna go on a date," he asks and when it takes a moment for you to answer he starts waving his hands frantically, "Not forcing you or anything. It's totally your wish."

He's such a liar, you think, he says he doesn't have experience in romance but he seems to make your heart do all kinds of jumps and leaps and skips but definitely in a good way.

"I would like that," you finally reply after what seemed like decades, and it brings a smile on Jihoon's face.

"I'll........ text you then," he grabs his things from your desk and puts them back in his bag. You watch him leave, not knowing what to say. It was amusing how things took an unexpected turn today. You just got yourself a date with the Lee Jihoon. You should be squealing all night until someone knocked some sense into you.

Outside your door, Jihoon has a hand on his chest. What was with his heart when it's around you? Why did it seem to run a marathon on it's own? Nevertheless, he couldn't help the smile on his face.

I loved you.

Lee Jihoon one shot

Pairing: Lee Jihoon × Female reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings: mention of pregnancy.

Word count: 1.5 K

[10:10 pm]

“SEVENTEEN’s Woozi announces marriage and Fiancée’s Pregnancy”

The first thing, I saw after opening tv, first I couldn't believe what I just saw and a sharp pain hit my chest, I was in unexplainable shock, unable to process anything, unable to process a single word that came out in news, my boyfriend, is about to get married with someone else, the man I love is going to get married, the man who never revealed our relationship to anyone because of our sake and now is announcing his marriage plans? How am I supposed to understand him? how? And the girl is pregnant with his child? How am I supposed to ask for an explanation from him?

Tears couldn’t stop falling, it was hurting, everything was a lie, everything, I believed was a lie, everything’s over, I was trying to hold him, trying to believe he is not doing anything behind me, it was a lie, everything was a lie, he was lie to me, he lied everything to me. How could he do this? I am afraid of everything, he is not here for me anymore, he is not mine, I am no one to him.

I turned off tv, I went back to out room, the bedroom we shared, together, the room I shared my everything with him, days like this he would come to me, hug me tight, comfort me, love me more, and sometimes I would just hug him tight when I am happy and we would have Friday movie nights.

Everything looked so dark, the night looked so dark there was no moonlight, everything looked so dark here, my tears didn’t want to stop any soon, everything felt so wrong, so empty and everything was hurting, I was being lied and I didn’t catch, he broke my trust, all the trust I put on him with my everything.

I told myself so many times to ask him, try to think maybe there’s really something wrong but one smile, one kiss and one ‘I am okay, there’s nothing wrong, love’, ‘I love you, love’ was enough to make me believe him everytime i thought there's something wrong. everything we spend with eachother was all a lie, it was just a house of cards build with lies.

Ever since we started dating, I knew it was house of cards but never thought it would turn into house of lies, everything was a lie, where did everything go so wrong that I am suffering like this. why can’t he come and say “This is all a lie, Alex. Don’t believe in anything but just me”

I tried standing up, I looked at the room; full of our pictures, I went to near my study table and picked my favorite photo frame, it was clicked on our 2nd anniversary, he wanted to click pictures to save it as a memory, I was holding it tight and threw it with all my force. The glass broke and scattered on the floor, even this couldn’t explain how devastated I was and what are my emotions right now. I threw all the things which were kept near the table, there was only one voice audible in this whole house, that was mine saying “This can’t be happening, tell me everything is a lie right now.”

I can’t accept this, I can’t accept this from him, how could he when I gave him all of me? When I loved him so much and I still love him, but his love ruined me, I can’t think straight and accept the fact he is not mine anymore, how can he do this with, not him out of all the people in this whole world. His love made me weak, his lies work on me and they still will, if he says it’s a lie I will believe him, that’s how I ruined myself with his love. Everything’s over for us, and I can’t stop blaming myself for everything, why Woozi why, tell me why?!

I broke all the photo frames we had in our room, everything was just a lie, I meant nothing to him, never meant anything to him. he didn’t had to hit and run on me like this, he didn’t had to do this to me. I hate everything, I hate him.

I fell on floor, near the window, everything looked like a mess, I am a mess, how did things turn like this, since when? How did everything turn into this big mess and I can’t fix it anymore. I brought knees together and buried my head, my heart was still aching.

I don’t know how much time passed when I heard his voice “Alex~” calling my name. I still long for his voice which calls my name. it made me cry more, I couldn’t hold my silent cries anymore, I can’t lie myself that everything will be okay soon.

“Alex why is everything so dar-

He switched on the light, his sentence stopped midway, I was unable to look at him, not after all this.

“Love are you okay? What’s all this?” how brave of him to ask me, if I am okay or not and what’s all this, how can he hurt me like this? how? I tried lifting up my head to face him, he was still wearing the same what he wore in the morning, the white tee and black pants, he looked worried, why? He was still standing at the door.

“when was it over?” I was trembling, I was not okay, I was crying and shouting, only I know how much it hurts, he have no idea because I am the one who is hurting.

“what are you saying Alex?” he was coming towards me, I know he will make me go weak, his voice will again lie to me and I will accept that lie knowing it was  my weakness, he was my weakness.

“When was it over Woozi?! Reply me” I couldn’t help but to scream, my screams made him pause there.

“I am done with your lies, I can’t keep on building this with your lies anymore. I can’t, I am a human, I have feelings too! and they are all for you” I broke down again I was trying not to cry but how am I supposed to not feel hurt and miserable?

“5 months ago” he heaved a sign, his voice was nearly inaudible. Deep down I was hoping that he would tell me, he lied and all of this was lie and he loves me only and no one else.

I tried standing up, walked towards him, glass was scattered all over the floor, I tried looking at him, I wanted to hug him, feel his warmth, want him to tell me that’s it’s a lie, want to kiss him forever but how can I? he belongs to someone else now.

“Do you love her?” I gathered up courage to ask him,

“Yes.” That was my limit, my everything, he proved me that everything was a lie.

I crossed the ocean of my mind, but in the end; I drown, you push me down

I felt pain, when you came today. I can’t start again, I can’t try to hold you back again, I will put an end to everything right now because we are over.

“Woozi”

“Alex, I can-

Before he could continue, I shut him with a kiss, my tears started falling down, I was being selfish right now, but how could I stop myself, my hands went to his neck, I couldn’t think straight, it felt like my world was collapsing. I let him go, and removed my hands.

“this is our goodbye kiss Woozi, please be happy with her”

“Alex-”

“I saw everything Woozi, you have to take her of her and your child which is with her. Everything was a lie woozi, the house of card I made, collapsed, I can’t fake try to build it anymore. I am tried woozi, I am tired”

“Please go because if you don’t, I don’t think I can let you go anymore. You didn’t had to lie to me, you could’ve just left me, was I that easy for you? Tell me? That you had to disclose it infront of everyone that you are getting married with someone else when you couldn't say a single thing about me to anyone?”

“How could I hurt you, I loved you”

“You loved me, you don’t love me anymore woozi, LEAVE ME, PLEASE GO AWAY, YOU LEFT ME, YOU LIED TO ME EVERYTHING WAS A LIE” I pushed him out of the room, I stepped on a piece of glass, the pain hit me hard, I screamed in pain,

“AHH”

“Alex”

“Don’t touch me, go away, you lied, you cheated me, go away woozi please, leave me, and don’t ever come see me again. We weren’t meant for eachother anyway, go woozi go to the love of your life.”

“Nothing hurts me anymore, let’s not meet ever again, you and me are over” I was crying, I knew how much courage I had to gather up to say this to him, he started stepping back, I saw him leaving our house, which was our happy home once.

“I loved you woozi and will love you till the end”