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BITCH IS LATE BUT I AM HERE I AM GLAD WE'RE BACK AT IT

It's a fuck ass pillow you could sleep on it it's cozy fluffy BIG. God put all the missing inches from his height right into his cock

not to be horny mid day but yall see it too?? I AM A WOOZI BIG DICK TRUTHER!!

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Mr. Lee Pick-me Jihoon

No because Lee Jihoon in love is utterly the most pick-me, cringey, sore loser kinda guy. Jihoon’s got this whole complex about being the perfect boyfriend, but he ends up looking like the most obvious, over-the-top lovesick mess, convinced he’s the coolest guy in the world for it. He tries to play it smooth, like he’s effortlessly romantic and all-knowing about relationships, but it’s so clear to anyone with half an eye that he’s absolutely whipped—and trying way too hard. He somehow misses the irony every single time, basking in this self-made illusion that he’s doing the most “under-the-radar” job at being completely devoted.

It’s hilarious how he’ll throw himself into these “sacrifices” for you, like he’s some kind of knight in shining armor, going out of his way for the smallest things. Once, you casually mentioned craving a certain drink from a café clear across town. The next thing you know, Jihoon’s blowing up your phone with updates as he embarks on this “heroic” journey to get it for you, acting like he’s in some epic quest. He makes a whole show out of sighing dramatically when he gets back, sweat on his brow, handing over the drink like he just saved the kingdom, while casting you these little glances to see if you’re as impressed as he thinks you should be. It’s cringey and way over the top, and yet somehow endearing—because only Jihoon would turn a coffee run into an Oscar-worthy production.

Then there’s his obsession with being “different.” He’s convinced that he’s unlike any other boyfriend out there, a “hopeless romantic” who just gets it. The first time he tried to explain this to you, he looked off into the distance, like he was pondering some great truth, and murmured, “People these days don’t appreciate true romance, y’know? Not like I do.” You had to bite back a laugh as he continued, talking about how he thinks relationships should be full of little gestures and poetic love notes. He even tried to write you a letter once, but halfway through, he got embarrassed and tore it up because, according to him, “You deserve a better writer than me.” It was cheesy and melodramatic, yet something about his seriousness made you fall a little more in love.

And the fishing for compliments? It’s practically a full-time job for him. He’ll lean in close, adjusting his shirt or messing with his hair, pretending he doesn’t notice you watching him. “Do I look okay?” he’ll ask, like he’s casually inquiring, even though he’s practically holding his breath for your answer. If you compliment him, he’ll brush it off with a fake modest shrug, saying, “Oh, thanks, I guess…” But you know he’s about five seconds from grinning like a complete idiot and checking himself out in the mirror just because you called him cute.

But nothing beats his little sigh-filled monologues about how deeply he loves you, how his feelings are almost too much to handle. It could be the simplest moment—like the two of you watching TV on the couch, or walking through the grocery store—and suddenly, he’ll stop and say, “You know, loving you… it’s like… it’s almost too much. I don’t think you understand how intense it is.” He’ll shake his head, all serious, as if he’s grappling with this grand, tragic love, and you have to stifle your laughter because he’s acting like a main character in a soap opera. But he’s deadly serious, as if his heart can barely hold the enormity of his feelings.

Whenever he’s feeling insecure, Jihoon has this self-deprecating move he pulls, fishing for reassurance in the most obvious way. He’ll sigh and mutter, “I mean, I know I’m not like… the coolest boyfriend ever or anything…” trailing off and casting side glances at you, waiting for you to tell him he’s wonderful. When you finally give in and reassure him, he tries to keep a straight face, but you can tell by the way his shoulders relax that he’s basking in it, practically glowing under your validation.

What’s really priceless, though, is how he’s convinced that being with you makes him the luckiest person alive, and he’ll say it to you at the most random moments. “Do you realize how lucky I am?” he’ll whisper, even if you’re just brushing your teeth next to him. “Seriously. I don’t think I deserve you.” He’ll shake his head like he’s some tragic, noble hero, sighing in contentment as he gazes at you. It’s such a ridiculous, earnest display, and yet you can’t help but adore him for it.

In the end, Jihoon’s trying way too hard to be this ideal boyfriend, failing miserably at being subtle, and somehow landing squarely in “adorable loser” territory. He’s clueless to how transparent his little “cool guy” persona is, blissfully unaware that you can see right through him. But in a way, it’s what you love about him—he’s just so unapologetically and awkwardly in love, and while he thinks he’s fooling everyone, you wouldn’t have him any other way.

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HOLY MOTHER OF GOD I NEED HIS TITS IN MY MOUTH NOW THIS ISNT EVEN A JOKE I JUST NEED HIM. oh to cover his pretty pale chest in hickeys ughhhhh

FRRRR THERES NO REASON FOR THIS MAN TO HAVE A BETTER CLEAVAGE THAN ME?? I WANNA VITE IT OFF LIME A FERAL ANIMAL BUT IN A KINKY WAY. HE'S FIR REAL THE ASS FAT SLIM THICK NO TUMMY BADDIE WE ALL WANN

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teach you something better - l.jh x reader

where cocky nerd jihoon finds pretty interesting and unconventional tutoring methods (lowkey insp) content : not established relationship, reader is bad at maths, fingering, tease and denial, some dirty talking, table sex, unprotected piv sex, cumming inside, slight creampie kink, glasses jihoon, wc : 2.0k taglist : @thepoopdokyeomtouched @wooziorgans @wifeyoozi (comment/ask to be added or removed)

You stared at the textbook in front of you, your pencil tapping rhythmically against the desk, the words blurring together as frustration mounted. Jihoon sat across from you, casually flipping through his own notes, his leg crossed over the other as he adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose. He looked annoyingly composed, the image of a flawless academic while you felt like you were drowning in concepts you just couldn't grasp.

"Are you even trying?" Jihoon asked, raising an eyebrow, that condescending tone creeping back into his voice.

You clenched your jaw, willing yourself to stay calm. It had been hours, and his smug little comments were starting to wear thin.

"I am trying," you shot back, feeling the heat of embarrassment rise in your cheeks.

Jihoon smirked, leaning back in his chair, clearly unconvinced. "Then why haven't you solved one of these correctly? You can't expect me to hold your hand through everything."

His words were like a spark, igniting the frustration that had been building all afternoon. But this time, it wasn’t just about the questions or your lack of understanding. It was about him—how he sat there so self-assured, glasses perched on his nose, looking far too good for his own damn good.

You slammed the textbook shut, finally snapping. “It’s hard to concentrate when you look so hot with your stupid glasses, okay?!”

The words left your mouth before you could stop them. Your face flushed as Jihoon blinked in surprise, his lips quirking into a slow, knowing smirk.

“Well, well…” Jihoon drawled, tilting his head as he looked at you with raised eyebrows. “That explains a lot.”

Before you could backtrack or attempt to apologize, Jihoon stood from his chair, moving toward you with an uncharacteristic confidence. His hand caught yours, and in one swift motion, he pulled you onto his lap. You gasped, instinctively grabbing his shoulders to steady yourself as you settled onto his thighs, heart racing.

"Is that what's been distracting you this whole time?" he teased, his voice low and smug in your ear. His hands slid slowly along your waist, inching toward the hem of your shorts. "You can’t stop thinking about me, hmm?"

"Jihoon—" you started, but your breath hitched when you felt his fingers dip just under the waistband, teasing but not quite touching where you wanted him. Your body tensed in anticipation, a pulse of heat running through you at the way he held you close, his lips hovering just near your ear.

"I could make you feel so good," he murmured, one hand slipping lower, grazing the skin just above your core. You bit your lip, desperate for him to touch you properly. "But only if you solve the questions right."

Your breath caught, the weight of his words sinking in. He was playing with you, toying with the control you craved, and it only made the tension coil tighter inside you. Jihoon’s hand moved ever so slightly, fingers skimming the edge of your underwear but never quite giving you what you wanted.

"Of course," he added, lips brushing the shell of your ear as his other hand rested on your thigh, "if you get any wrong... I’ll stop."

You shivered, the thought of him pulling away making you even more desperate.

"Are we clear?" Jihoon asked, his voice smooth but firm, leaving no room for argument.

You swallowed hard, nodding. “Yes.”

“Good,” he said, pulling back slightly, that cocky grin still in place. “Now, let’s see how smart you can be.”

With that, he reached for the textbook again, flipping it open to the same problem you’d been struggling with for what felt like hours. You tried to focus on the question in front of you, but the sensation of Jihoon’s hands resting so tantalizingly close to your heat was making it almost impossible to concentrate. He shifted his hips slightly under you, the friction making you squirm in his lap.

"Go on," Jihoon prompted, his voice dark and teasing. "Answer it."

You stared at the numbers on the page, heart hammering in your chest. The answer danced just beyond your reach, your mind clouded by the overwhelming urge to feel Jihoon’s fingers move lower, to touch you where you ached for it most.

“I—uh…” you started, wracking your brain for anything that made sense.

The pause was too long. Jihoon clicked his tongue in disappointment, his fingers pulling back, removing the warmth you were so desperately craving. “That’s wrong.”

A frustrated whine slipped from your lips before you could stop it. Jihoon chuckled, his hands still resting at the edge of your shorts, taunting you with the nearness of relief but denying you any pleasure.

"Try again," he said, voice low but firm. “You’re not getting anything from me until you get it right.”

You huffed, forcing yourself to look at the problem again, trying to block out the maddening proximity of Jihoon’s hands. The numbers blurred for a moment, but you took a deep breath and concentrated, desperate to earn back his touch.

You scribbled an answer on the page and held it up, looking to Jihoon with wide, expectant eyes.

Jihoon glanced at it, then smiled. “Better.”

His hand inched down again, fingers brushing lightly against the dampness forming between your legs. You gasped softly at the contact, but before you could fully enjoy the sensation, he pulled back once more.

“Let’s see if you can keep this up,” Jihoon mused, flipping the page to another question. You wanted to scream from the mix of frustration and need, but the challenge in his eyes only made you more determined.

You bent over the book again, mind racing as you tried to solve the next problem, the ache between your thighs growing with every second of anticipation. Jihoon’s fingers remained tantalizingly close, his breath warm against your neck as he waited for you to respond.

When you answered correctly again, his fingers finally slipped lower, parting your folds with agonizing slowness. Your body jerked at the sensation, a broken moan escaping your lips as he pressed teasingly against your clit, but never enough to satisfy you.

The tension between you two escalated, your focus on the textbook quickly fading with every teasing touch of Jihoon’s fingers. You answered another question correctly, your breath catching when his fingers finally pressed harder against your clit, giving you a taste of the pleasure you craved. But still, it wasn’t enough.

The more you moaned, the more Jihoon’s smug demeanor seemed to falter. His breathing grew heavier, his lips hovering close to your neck as your body squirmed on his lap. Your moans were soft, needy, and it was clear that your sounds were getting to him. He shifted beneath you, and you felt the hardness growing against your thigh.

You glanced down, your breath hitching when you realized just how hard Jihoon had become. His cock strained against his pants, and you knew this little game had pushed him too far. The studying, the teasing—all of it was forgotten.

Jihoon groaned, his restraint slipping as he hooked his fingers under the waistband of your shorts and yanked them down in one swift motion. The cool air hit your exposed skin, and you shivered, anticipation pooling in your stomach. Before you could even think to speak, he spread your legs wider, fingers returning to your dripping folds.

"God, you're so wet for me," he murmured, almost in awe. "All this just from a few questions?"

Your response was lost in a gasp as Jihoon plunged two fingers inside you, curling them perfectly to hit that spongy, sensitive spot deep within. The sudden stretch had you moaning, your head falling back as pleasure washed over you.

“Jihoon—” you whimpered, hips rolling against his hand as his fingers moved faster, thrusting into you with a practiced precision that left you breathless. Each movement made your walls tighten around him, the heat coiling tighter in your core.

Jihoon’s eyes were locked on you, his cocky grin replaced by something darker, more primal. He watched every expression you made, every gasp and whimper that spilled from your lips as he finger-fucked you with increasing intensity.

“You look so pretty like this,” he rasped, his voice strained as he added a third finger, stretching you even further. Your thighs trembled, toes curling as the pressure inside you built to an unbearable peak. Jihoon’s thumb found your clit, rubbing tight circles that had you seeing stars.

You were so close.

“I’m gonna—” you started, but the words dissolved into a strangled cry as your orgasm crashed over you, your body tensing and convulsing around Jihoon’s fingers. His hand didn’t stop, working you through your release, your slick coating his fingers as he fucked you through the waves of pleasure.

Your breath came in shallow pants, but Jihoon wasn’t done with you yet.

Without a word, he lifted you off his lap, his hands guiding you until your back was pressed against the table. You barely had a moment to register the change before Jihoon stood up, his hands moving to unbuckle his belt and tug down his pants.

Your eyes widened as he revealed himself, his cock springing free from the confines of his pants. It was bigger than you had expected—thick and hard, the tip flushed with arousal. You swallowed hard, blushing at the mere sight of him.

Jihoon smirked at your reaction, stepping closer until his body was pressed between your thighs. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you to the edge of the table as he lined himself up with your entrance.

"You're staring," he teased, his voice a low rumble.

You bit your lip, cheeks burning as you looked up at him, anticipation buzzing through your veins.

"Can you handle it?" Jihoon asked, sliding the tip of his cock through your wet folds, teasing you. The sensation made you shudder, your body instinctively pushing toward him, desperate to feel him inside.

"I can handle it," you breathed, the words almost a challenge.

Jihoon’s eyes darkened, and in one smooth motion, he thrust into you, filling you completely. The stretch had you gasping, your hands gripping the edge of the table as he seated himself deep inside you.

“Fuck,” Jihoon groaned, his head falling forward as he felt your walls tighten around him. “You’re so tight.”

He gave you a moment to adjust, his hands sliding up your body, lifting your shirt just enough to expose your chest. His fingers tugged at your bra, pulling it down until your breasts spilled free, his hands immediately cupping and kneading the soft flesh.

He leaned down, capturing one of your nipples between his lips, sucking lightly as he began to move, his hips snapping against yours. The sensation was overwhelming—his cock filling you, stretching you, as his mouth worked on your sensitive skin.

You moaned loudly, your hands threading through his hair as your hips met his thrusts, the rhythm between you quickly becoming frantic. Jihoon’s pace quickened, his cock driving deep with each thrust, the wet sound of your bodies coming together echoing in the room.

“You feel so good,” Jihoon panted, his voice rough as he kissed his way up your chest to your lips. He kissed you hard, his tongue sweeping into your mouth as his hands gripped your hips, pulling you closer with every thrust.

The table creaked beneath you, your body moving with his as he fucked you harder, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through your core. His hand slipped down between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit again, rubbing in sync with his thrusts.

It was too much. The pleasure built rapidly, your body trembling as you felt yourself nearing the edge once again.

“Jihoon, I—” you tried to warn him, but the words were lost in another moan.

“I know,” Jihoon growled, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own release. “Cum for me.”

His words sent you spiraling, your second orgasm crashing over you with even more intensity than the first. You cried out, your body shaking as Jihoon fucked you through it, his cock driving into you relentlessly.

The tightness of your walls clamping down on him was too much for Jihoon. With a final, deep thrust, he groaned loudly, his cock pulsing as he came deep inside you. His hips jerked against yours, his hands gripping your thighs as he emptied himself into you, his breath coming in ragged pants.

For a moment, neither of you moved, both of you catching your breath as the waves of pleasure slowly subsided. Jihoon leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, his usual smugness replaced with something more tender.

“That was… distracting,” he murmured with a smirk, pulling out of you slowly.

You laughed breathlessly, your body still buzzing from the intensity of it all. “Maybe we should call it a night on studying,” you teased, biting your lip as you looked up at him.

Jihoon grinned, tugging his pants back up as he leaned in close, his lips brushing against your ear.

“Or maybe,” he whispered, “next time, I’ll find a better way to teach you.”

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My tasty treat hoonji 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 gonna eat his shoulders like it's the last supper

killa shawty - l.jh x reader

where i am basically feral about jihoon's shoulders content : established relationship, no protection mentioned, kinda shoulder kink if you can call it that. simp reader, simping, semi public sex, quickie, praise kink, oral (m rec) , wc : 2.4k taglist : @thepoopdokyeomtouched @wooziorgans (comment/ask to be added or removed)

You had originally come to the set with the intention of simply supporting Jihoon. He had been in Miami, working nonstop on Seventeen’s new music video for the past few weeks, and as his girlfriend, you were only now able to come to the filming location to cheer him on, bring him coffee, and offer encouraging smiles from the sidelines. You rarely got to see him in his element, admiring how much effort he poured into every detail.

But when you stepped onto the set, and your eyes landed on him, standing there with the camera crew adjusting lights around him, all your plans to be the sweet, supportive girlfriend flew out the window.

He was wearing a white tank top that clung to his torso, outlining his defined pecs and tight, muscular abdomen. A loose, oversized jacket hung haphazardly off one shoulder, teasingly exposing the curve of his smooth shoulder and a glimpse of his collarbone. His hair was styled effortlessly, messy in a way that seemed unintentional but still perfect. The lighting bounced off his skin, highlighting the lines of his muscles, his milky skin practically glowing.

Your breath hitched. You could barely think straight.

It wasn’t fair. He looked too good—too hot. The way his tank top hugged his body, clinging to his sweat-dampened skin, showing off every inch of his toned chest, abs, and arms—it made your heart race, and the heat between your legs grew unbearable. You shifted in your seat, trying to calm the sudden rush of desire that surged through you, but it was impossible.

All you could focus on was how badly you wanted to touch him, how badly you wanted to claim him, mark him, bite down on that exposed shoulder until everyone knew he was yours. You couldn’t stop imagining how good that shoulder would look with your bite marks on it, how you’d love to scratch down his back when you’re on top, riding him until he’s moaning your name. The thoughts are enough to make your skin tingle, every muscle in your body clenching with desire.

You had been in love with Jihoon for a long time. His quiet demeanor, his soft, subtle expressions, and his hidden yet intense passion for his music were some of the reasons why you adored him. But seeing him like this—on set, in his element, commanding attention with just his presence—ignited something primal inside you.

He didn’t even realize the effect he had on you. He was too focused on the cameras, his face a picture of concentration as he stood still for the lighting test. His jaw clenched slightly, his eyes dark and sharp, his entire posture confident and commanding. You bit your lip, unable to tear your eyes away from him. You tried to stay still, to play the part of the sweet, supportive girlfriend sitting quietly by the monitor. But the sight of him in that damn tank top, his muscles flexing every time he moved, the way his jacket slid down his arm even further—it was driving you insane.

The heat between your thighs grew unbearable, your core aching for his touch. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, squeezing your legs together in a desperate attempt to quell the burning desire building inside you. It didn’t help. Your eyes kept trailing down his body, imagining what it would feel like to have him pressed against you, his hands roaming your body while you kissed down that exposed shoulder.

You bit your lip, trying to focus on anything else, but your mind kept returning to the same filthy thoughts. You were restless, your breath coming quicker every time Jihoon moved, every time he ran a hand through his hair or adjusted his jacket. You couldn’t wait any longer.

Jihoon finally glanced in your direction between takes, his expression softening when he noticed you sitting by the monitor. He smiled—his soft, sweet smile that always made your heart flutter—but right now, it only fueled the desire burning inside you.

You couldn’t handle it anymore. The more you watched him, the harder it became to stay still. Your hands fidgeted in your lap, your mind spinning with images of dragging him away from the set and having your way with him right there. The urge to touch him, to feel his skin against yours, to hear his breathless moans in your ear was overwhelming.

By the time they were ready for the next take, you were practically squirming in your seat. Jihoon was standing in front of the camera again, his muscles flexing subtly as he adjusted his posture. Your eyes followed the curve of his neck, the dip of his collarbone, down to the way his tank top clung to his chest. You wanted to run your hands over every inch of him, to pull that damn jacket off entirely and claim him right there.

It didn’t help that the staff members kept fawning over how good he looked. They didn’t know the things you were thinking—what you wanted to do to him the second you got him alone—but their compliments only stoked the fire inside you. You felt a possessive streak flare up, a burning need to mark him as yours, to remind him—and anyone watching—that he belonged to you.

When the director finally called a break, signaling that they were done shooting this particular scene, you wasted no time. You were out of your chair the second Jihoon stepped off set, marching straight toward him. His eyes lit up when he saw you, a smile forming on his lips, “Hey, babe, what—”

Before he could finish, you grabbed his arm, your grip tight as you pulled him toward the nearest hallway. His brow furrowed in confusion, but he followed, his pace quickening to keep up with you.

“Wait, what’s going on?” he asked, his voice low but tinged with amusement as you led him straight to the restroom. You pushed the door open and yanked him inside, locking it behind you.

Jihoon barely had time to react before you shoved him against the wall, crashing your lips against his in a desperate, heated kiss. He groaned in surprise, his hands instinctively flying to your waist as he kissed you back just as fiercely.

“What the—” he tried to ask between kisses, but you silenced him by biting down on his bottom lip, making him gasp. Your hands were all over him, tugging at his jacket, sliding underneath his tank top to feel the heat of his skin.

“Do you have any idea how fucking hot you look?” you growled, your voice breathless as you kissed down his neck, nipping at his collarbone. “I couldn’t sit still out there. All I could think about was how badly I need you.”

Jihoon’s eyes darkened with lust, his hands tightening on your waist. “You’re crazy,” he muttered, but there was a smirk tugging at his lips, and the way his body responded to your touch told you he was just as affected as you.

You pressed your body against his, your hips grinding against his growing bulge as you leaned up to whisper in his ear. “I want to mark you up so bad, Jihoon. I want everyone to know you’re mine.”

His breath hitched, and before he could say anything else, you kissed him again, this time slower, deeper, pouring all your frustration and desire into it. Your hands slipped under the waistband of his pants, feeling the hardness of his cock straining against the fabric.

Jihoon groaned into your mouth, his hands roaming your body now, one slipping under your shirt to cup your breast, the other sliding down to your ass, pulling you even closer. He kissed you back with equal intensity, his lips moving hungrily against yours as he lost himself in the moment.

You broke the kiss only to tug at his tank top, pulling it up and over his head. His jacket slid off, leaving his toned torso completely exposed to you. You wasted no time, your mouth immediately latching onto his shoulder, biting down hard enough to leave a mark.

Jihoon let out a low moan, his hand gripping your hip tightly as you sucked at his skin, marking him just the way you wanted. “Fuck,” he whispered, his voice hoarse, “you’re insane.”

You smiled against his skin, kissing the bite mark before pulling back just enough to look at him. His eyes were dark with lust, his lips slightly swollen from your kisses, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He looked wrecked already, and you hadn’t even gotten started.

“Take these off,” you ordered, tugging at the waistband of his pants. Jihoon complied, his fingers quickly undoing his belt and shoving his pants down to his ankles, his boxers following soon after. His cock sprang free, hard and ready for you, and the sight of it only made your own arousal intensify.

You didn’t waste any more time. You pushed him back against the wall again, sinking to your knees in front of him. Jihoon’s breath hitched as you wrapped your hand around his length, your tongue flicking out to tease the tip. He groaned, his hands tangling in your hair as you took him into your mouth, your tongue swirling around his shaft as you bobbed your head.

“Fuck, babe,” he moaned, his grip tightening on your hair as you hollowed your cheeks, taking him deeper. The taste of him, the sounds he was making, only fueled your desire even more.

But you didn’t want to finish him like this. After a few more strokes, you pulled back, licking your lips as you stood up and kissed him again, your hand still wrapped around his cock. “I need you inside me,” you whispered against his lips, your voice breathless with need.

Jihoon didn’t need any more encouragement. He spun you around, pressing your front against the wall as he yanked down your pants, your underwear quickly following. You were already dripping wet, and when he lined himself up with your entrance, you gasped in anticipation.

With one swift thrust, Jihoon buried himself deep inside you, both of you moaning at the sensation. He didn’t wait; he set a fast, rough pace from the start, fucking into you with all the pent-up frustration and lust from the day.

The small space only added to the intensity, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing off the walls. Jihoon’s hands gripped your hips tightly, pulling you back against him with every thrust, his cock hitting all the right spots inside you.

Your hands pressed against the wall for support as you moaned his name, your body arching back into him, desperate for more. “Harder,” you begged, your voice breathless and broken.

Jihoon growled, his hips snapping harder, deeper, making you cry out in pleasure. “You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned, his breath hot against your neck as he leaned down to bite your shoulder, marking you just as you had done to him.

The pleasure was overwhelming, your body already trembling from the intensity of it all. You were so close, your orgasm building rapidly as Jihoon continued to pound into you, his cock hitting that perfect spot over and over again.

“I’m gonna come,” you gasped, your nails digging into the wall as your body tensed, your release just moments away.

Jihoon’s hand slipped around to your front, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing tight, fast circles, pushing you over the edge. Your orgasm crashed over you, waves of pleasure washing through your body as you cried out his name, your walls clenching tightly around his cock.

Jihoon groaned at the sensation, his thrusts growing sloppier as he chased his own release. With a few more rough thrusts, he buried himself deep inside you, groaning your name as he came, filling you with his warmth.

You both stayed like that for a moment, panting and trying to catch your breath. Jihoon eventually pulled out, collapsing against the wall beside you, his chest heaving as he ran a hand through his sweaty hair.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he muttered, still breathless.

You laughed, still recovering from the intensity of it all. “You’re the one who looked so hot in that damn tank top.”

He smirked, glancing down at the bite mark you left on his shoulder. “Yeah, well, I think I’ll have to wear something that covers this for the next scene.”

[wifeyoozi]

uji of the day. why is he literally 😼😼 cat smirking emoji. that’s literally him. worlds prettiest boy help me

Now that we got talking....

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I just wanna remind anon that after woozi pretended to "gag" that much he turned around and watched his homies ass twerking on the big screen close up 😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊

Why you're so sure uzi is gay? He gagged so much when gyu danced to sticky tho 🤔

oh im not sure of anything. it’s just purely jokes. to be fair i think id throw up if i saw one of my best friends throwing it back like that too.

also idols sexualities are none of our business,,, whether they’re gay or not it’s none of my business. or anyone’s for that matter.

[wifeyoozi]

uji of the day im horny. put yo fucking SHOULDERS AWAY. I feel like a Victorian man seeing an ankle for the first time.

GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH IKR LAST TIME I WAS RHIS HIRNY WAS WHEN THERE WAS THAT THREAD WHERE WE MEASURED JIHOONS DICK SIZE AAAAASAHHHHHHHHHH MAN SHOULDERD SHOULDN'T BE THIS SEXY WTF

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CATBOY JIHOON HEADCANONS (nsfw towards end)

🍚 Catboy Jihoon who loves curling up beside you, his head resting on your lap as you absentmindedly stroke his hair. He’ll nuzzle into your hand, purring contently, enjoying the quiet moments with you.

🍚 Catboy Jihoon who insists on lying on top of you whenever you're sitting or lying down. His favorite spot is on your chest, where he can hear your heartbeat, a sound that always calms him down.

🍚 Catboy Jihoon who flicks his tail when he's embarrassed, especially when you praise him or give him affection in public. He’ll try to act nonchalant, but his twitching ears and tail give him away every time. His ears would flop down flat if you called him too cute as he grumbles something under his breath.

🍚 Catboy Jihoon who secretly loves playing with string or feathers, though he pretends it’s beneath him. You’ll often catch him batting at them absentmindedly when he thinks you're not looking.

🍚 Catboy Jihoon who loves when you scratch behind his ears, melting into your touch as his purring grows louder. It's his favorite way to relax after a long day.

🍚 Catboy Jihoon who somehow manages to climb up and fit on shelves and windowsill and once, even the kitchen sink. He'll enjoy sitting there and watching you do your chores and go about the day from the distance. He'll only come down when its the next meal time.

🍚 Catboy Jihoon who occasionally gets a little grumpy when he's woken up from a nap. His tail will swish in irritation, but as soon as you pull him into a hug, his mood softens, and he’s back to being his affectionate self.

🍚 Catboy Jihoon who will disappear at random times if the day, saying nothing and probably won't even pick up his phone only to come back hours later with randomest grocery, a diamond necklace and a cool rock he found on his way back home for you.

🍚 Catboy Jihoon who gets possessive of your attention, gently pawing at you or resting his head on your shoulder whenever you’re focused on something else for too long. He loves your attention and will always find ways to pull you back to him. If you talk to anyone longer than a hello, he'll be pouty all day.

🍚 Catboy Jihoon for whom, once perched on your lap, it is impossible to get up or let go of you. Be prepared to sit there for the rest of the day because Jihoon respected his lap time and does not care about your chores to be completed when it lap time.

🍚 Catboy Jihoon who will definitely wake you up as early as 5am, looking deadpan at you, his face so close to yours as he asks for breakfast. No, he cannot wait any longer. Yes, this is is the appropriate time for breakfast. No, he cannot help himself because the food you cook taste better.

🍚 Catboy Jihoon who loves curling up on your lap, purring softly as you run your fingers through his hair, but secretly gets turned on when you scratch behind his ears. His sensitive ears are one of his biggest weaknesses, and it shows with how his tail flicks nervously. He loves more than anything when you scratch behind his ears while riding him.

🍚 Catboy Jihoon who pretends to be indifferent when you tease him, but his tail betrays him by twitching with excitement. He'll give you a sharp glare, but it never lasts long when you're in control. 🍚 Catboy Jihoon who loves biting you during intimate moments, his teeth grazing your skin just enough to send a shiver through your body and leave back a mark of his teeth. It's his way of marking you, showing that you're his. He also licks your neck and face to mark you with his scent, and his possessiveness turns you on incredibly. 🍚 Catboy Jihoon who is normally quiet and reserved, but the moment you start playing with his tail, he becomes vocal—whimpering, mewling, and begging for more attention. His tail is incredibly sensitive, and he secretly loves it when you take control of it. 🍚 Catboy Jihoon who makes the best sounds in bed, groaning moaning, hissing. When he's enjoying too much, he'd purr. Sometimes he'd purr so loud, you can feel it in your body too, especially when you're overstimulating him. 🍚 Catboy Jihoon who loves being in control most of the time, but when you tug on his collar, his demeanor shifts completely. He becomes submissive, eyes dark with lust, silently begging for you to take charge of him. 🍚 Catboy Jihoon who gets embarrassed by his loud purring whenever you tease him in bed. He’ll try to cover it up, but it only gets worse the more you play with him, especially if you nibble on his pecs or scratch his back 🍚 Catboy Jihoon who loves being pampered. After a heated session, he’ll lay sprawled across your chest, purring contently while you pet him, still flushed and breathless from your earlier activities. Although don't be in a hurry to clean up, it won't take time before he's ready and needy for round 2. 🍚 Catboy Jihoon who likes it when you call him a "good boy" during intimate moments, especially when you're the one guiding his movements. His face turns bright red, and his tail swishes in approval every time you praise him.

🍚 Catboy Jihoon who occasionally gets jealous when you're too focused on something else, lightly scratching or tugging on your clothes to get your attention. His possessiveness comes out in the bedroom, where he’ll hold you tight, reminding you that you belong to him.

🍚 Catboy Jihoon who's barbed dick has given you experience like never before. Even he's inside you, it always stimulates you in the best way, lightly scratching against your walls without hurting you or making it uncomfortable.

🍚 Catboy Jihoon who makes every oral sex session the best with his rough tongue and soft lips. He knows the perfect way to balance both the features to give you the utmost pleasure. The rough and wet tongue stimulating your sensitive regions and making you gasp breatily before his soft lips will suck on the same area overstimming you.

[wifeyoozi]

"munching on the clit" local boy says like it's normal 😭 when I say I'm a snack this ain't what i mean 😭 no chewing is involved brother it's licking and "grazing teeth" typa shit. Now I am concerned what kinda heads you've been getting Noah are the bad boys eating on your flesh??? 😭😭😭

I’ve been slacking on uji pic of that day oh no.

anyways u think he eats pussy like that

I better not have a grien ass mag nomnom his way into my pussy with those chopsticks 😭😭😭🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻. I do NOT wanna hear the mouth go omnomnomnom on my pussy 😭😭😭🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 local women threatened by man going nomnomnom 😭😭😭

[wifeyoozi]

I’ve been slacking on uji pic of that day oh no.

anyways u think he eats pussy like that

I better not have a grien ass mag nomnom his way into my pussy with those chopsticks 😭😭😭🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻. I do NOT wanna hear the mouth go omnomnomnom on my pussy 😭😭😭🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 local women threatened by man going nomnomnom 😭😭😭

[wifeyoozi]

Matching bracelets who? Me and my love share matching neurodivergent disorders 🥰🥰🫶🏻🫶🏻

Also have you seen chicken head booji of the day

he’s kinda autistic tbh (me too ugh that’s my man fr)

[wifeyoozi]

Brat - l.jh x reader

where jihoon takes care of his bratty brat

content : brat taming, dom jihoon, slightly hardcore, cockwarming, established relationship, no protection mentioned, cum on face, cum eating, praise kink , wc : 1.6k

taglist : @thepoopdokyeomtouched @wooziorgans (comment/ask to be added or removed)

The sound of keys clacking filled the room, the soft glow of Jihoon’s laptop illuminating his focused expression. You sat on the couch, watching him work, your impatience growing by the second. You had tried being sweet, nudging his shoulder, whispering in his ear, but he barely gave you a glance. The tension in your body was undeniable—you needed him, and you weren’t about to wait all night.

"Jihoon," you whined, dragging out his name, but he kept typing, his eyes never leaving the screen.

“Not now,” he muttered, his tone final.

You pouted, glaring at the back of his head. “You always say that,” you huffed, crossing your arms. “I need you right now.”

He ignored you again, and that’s when the bratty side of you fully took over. You wanted his attention, and you were going to get it, no matter what. Stomping over to his desk, you stood in front of him, your hands on your hips.

"I want your dick!" you yelled, your voice echoing through the quiet apartment. Jihoon’s fingers froze on the keyboard, but he didn’t look up.

You smirked, thinking you had him, but when he didn’t react, your frustration bubbled over. "I want your fucking dick right now! Now, now, now!" you screamed, louder this time, stomping your foot like a child throwing a tantrum.

That finally did it.

With a sharp exhale, Jihoon pushed back his chair and stood up, his movement swift and controlled. Your heart raced as he grabbed your wrist and pulled you toward him, his grip firm but not painful. He sat back down, pulling you into his lap with a force that made you gasp. His hand gripped your chin, forcing you to look at him, his dark eyes narrowing.

"You know what happens to brats who don’t listen?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous.

You swallowed hard, your heart thudding in your chest. You loved this side of Jihoon—strict, commanding, and completely in control. It made your body ache with need, even as a part of you knew you had pushed him too far.

Without waiting for your response, Jihoon’s hands moved to your skirt, lifting it up roughly. You gasped as the cool air hit your skin, but before you could even think, the sound of fabric tearing filled your ears. He had ripped your panties clean off, not even bothering to pull them down. The action was so sudden, so raw, that it left you trembling.

“Jihoon—” you started, but he silenced you with a sharp look.

“Quiet.” His hands moved to his pants, unzipping them with practiced ease, and within moments, he had his cock out, hard and ready. Your body practically buzzed with anticipation, but Jihoon wasn’t in the mood to indulge your neediness just yet.

He grabbed your hips, lifting you just enough to position you over him, and then, with one swift movement, he pulled you down onto his cock, burying himself inside you to the hilt. You let out a choked cry, your hands gripping his shoulders as your body adjusted to the sudden fullness.

It felt so good, too good, and you tried to move, but Jihoon’s hands tightened on your waist, holding you completely still.

“You’ll cock warm me while I work,” he said, his voice so calm it sent a shiver down your spine. “And you’ll stay still. Absolutely still. If you disturb me again, your punishment will only get worse.”

Your breath hitched as you realized what he meant. He wasn’t going to fuck you—not yet. He was going to leave you like this, filled with his cock, while he went back to work. The thought made you whimper, but the stern look on his face told you there was no arguing with him.

You nodded, biting your lip to hold back the urge to squirm, though it was almost impossible with how deep he was inside you. Jihoon was quick to return to his work, his fingers moving over the keys as if nothing had happened, but every little shift of his body sent sparks of pleasure through you.

Minutes ticked by, each one more torturous than the last. You sat perfectly still, just like he’d ordered, your body throbbing with need. Every time you moved the slightest bit, Jihoon’s grip on your hips tightened in warning.

The control he had over you, the way he could make you so desperate without even moving, only heightened your arousal. You loved when Jihoon took charge like this, taming your bratty attitude with his strict, unyielding dominance.

Your breathing grew ragged as the ache between your legs became almost unbearable. You wanted to move, to grind against him, to beg for him to fuck you, but you knew better. His threat echoed in your mind: if you disturbed him again, your punishment would only get worse.

Still, it was hard to resist. You could feel him inside you, thick and hard, and every second you stayed still was torture. You bit your lip, trying to hold back a moan as you felt him shift beneath you slightly.

Jihoon glanced at you from the corner of his eye, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice soft but laced with authority. "See? You can behave when you want to."

Your heart skipped a beat at the praise, even though you knew he was toying with you. The mixture of his strictness and affection had you melting in his lap, your bratty attitude completely dissolved into obedience.

You stayed like that for what felt like forever, warming his cock as he worked, every second a delicious form of torture. The longer it went on, the more desperate you became, but you refused to move, not wanting to risk further punishment.

But eventually, Jihoon closed his laptop with a quiet click and turned his full attention back to you. His eyes darkened with lust as he looked at your flushed face, your body trembling from holding still for so long.

“Now,” he said, his voice low and commanding, “let’s see how well you can behave when I fuck you for real.”

His dark, lust-filled eyes locked onto yours as he stood up, pushing aside his equipment without a care. He grabbed your arm, pulling you from his lap and bending you over the desk in one swift motion. Your heart raced in anticipation, your body already throbbing with need from being teased for so long.

“You’ve been so good,” Jihoon murmured behind you, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

Before you could respond, you felt his hands spreading your legs apart, his warm breath ghosting over your core. Then, without warning, his mouth was on you, tongue flicking and swirling with expert precision. You gasped, your fingers gripping the edge of the desk as the pleasure hit you hard. Jihoon licked you like he was starving, devouring every inch of you, his lips and tongue working in perfect rhythm.

Your legs trembled, the intensity of his mouth sending you closer and closer to the edge. It didn’t take long before the first orgasm ripped through you, your body shaking uncontrollably as you cried out his name. But Jihoon didn’t stop. Even as you came, he kept going, licking and sucking until the pleasure became too much, until your body felt like it was on fire from the overstimulation.

You barely had time to catch your breath before he stood up, flipping you around to face him. His hand was already tugging at his belt, and within moments, he was lining himself up with you, his thick cock sliding into you hard and fast. You moaned, your body still sensitive from your orgasm, but the way Jihoon moved was relentless. He fucked you with a rough intensity that left you breathless, his hips slamming into you over and over again, the desk creaking beneath the force.

His hand moved to your throat, squeezing just enough to make your head spin, and you could feel his cock deep inside you, hitting all the right spots. Your body was a mess of pleasure, every thrust sending you spiraling further into bliss.

Jihoon groaned, pulling out of you suddenly, and before you could even register what was happening, he was pushing you onto your knees in front of him. You looked up at him through hazy eyes as he stroked his cock, his movements quick and rough.

“Open your mouth,” he commanded, his voice low and dangerous. You did as he said, your lips parting just in time for him to jerk himself off in front of you, his eyes never leaving yours.

Within seconds, Jihoon came with a guttural moan, his hot cum spilling onto your face, painting your cheeks and lips. He kept pumping himself, making sure every drop landed on you, his breathing heavy as he watched the mess he made, few drops flowing down your chin and falling in your cleavage.

“Look at you,” he growled, his fingers brushing your cum-covered cheek. “You can be such a good girl when you listen.”

Your heart swelled at the praise, even as you felt the remnants of his release dripping down your face. Jihoon’s eyes softened just slightly as he bent down, wiping the cum from your lips with his thumb before slipping it into your mouth.

“Taste it,” he ordered, and you obediently sucked on his thumb, your eyes locked with his as you did. A satisfied smirk tugged at his lips, and he leaned down to press a surprisingly gentle kiss to your forehead.

“You’re lucky you were good this time,” he whispered, pulling you up from the floor and guiding you to the bed. “But next time, don’t shout at me, brat.”

You nodded, your body still buzzing from the intensity of what just happened. You curled up beside him, your head resting on his chest as his fingers traced lazy circles on your back.

As much as you loved pushing Jihoon’s buttons, you loved it even more when he put you in your place.

[wifeyoozi]

Brat - l.jh x reader

where jihoon takes care of his bratty brat

content : brat taming, dom jihoon, slightly hardcore, cockwarming, established relationship, no protection mentioned, cum on face, cum eating, praise kink , wc : 1.6k

taglist : @thepoopdokyeomtouched @wooziorgans (comment/ask to be added or removed)

The sound of keys clacking filled the room, the soft glow of Jihoon’s laptop illuminating his focused expression. You sat on the couch, watching him work, your impatience growing by the second. You had tried being sweet, nudging his shoulder, whispering in his ear, but he barely gave you a glance. The tension in your body was undeniable—you needed him, and you weren’t about to wait all night.

"Jihoon," you whined, dragging out his name, but he kept typing, his eyes never leaving the screen.

“Not now,” he muttered, his tone final.

You pouted, glaring at the back of his head. “You always say that,” you huffed, crossing your arms. “I need you right now.”

He ignored you again, and that’s when the bratty side of you fully took over. You wanted his attention, and you were going to get it, no matter what. Stomping over to his desk, you stood in front of him, your hands on your hips.

"I want your dick!" you yelled, your voice echoing through the quiet apartment. Jihoon’s fingers froze on the keyboard, but he didn’t look up.

You smirked, thinking you had him, but when he didn’t react, your frustration bubbled over. "I want your fucking dick right now! Now, now, now!" you screamed, louder this time, stomping your foot like a child throwing a tantrum.

That finally did it.

With a sharp exhale, Jihoon pushed back his chair and stood up, his movement swift and controlled. Your heart raced as he grabbed your wrist and pulled you toward him, his grip firm but not painful. He sat back down, pulling you into his lap with a force that made you gasp. His hand gripped your chin, forcing you to look at him, his dark eyes narrowing.

"You know what happens to brats who don’t listen?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous.

You swallowed hard, your heart thudding in your chest. You loved this side of Jihoon—strict, commanding, and completely in control. It made your body ache with need, even as a part of you knew you had pushed him too far.

Without waiting for your response, Jihoon’s hands moved to your skirt, lifting it up roughly. You gasped as the cool air hit your skin, but before you could even think, the sound of fabric tearing filled your ears. He had ripped your panties clean off, not even bothering to pull them down. The action was so sudden, so raw, that it left you trembling.

“Jihoon—” you started, but he silenced you with a sharp look.

“Quiet.” His hands moved to his pants, unzipping them with practiced ease, and within moments, he had his cock out, hard and ready. Your body practically buzzed with anticipation, but Jihoon wasn’t in the mood to indulge your neediness just yet.

He grabbed your hips, lifting you just enough to position you over him, and then, with one swift movement, he pulled you down onto his cock, burying himself inside you to the hilt. You let out a choked cry, your hands gripping his shoulders as your body adjusted to the sudden fullness.

It felt so good, too good, and you tried to move, but Jihoon’s hands tightened on your waist, holding you completely still.

“You’ll cock warm me while I work,” he said, his voice so calm it sent a shiver down your spine. “And you’ll stay still. Absolutely still. If you disturb me again, your punishment will only get worse.”

Your breath hitched as you realized what he meant. He wasn’t going to fuck you—not yet. He was going to leave you like this, filled with his cock, while he went back to work. The thought made you whimper, but the stern look on his face told you there was no arguing with him.

You nodded, biting your lip to hold back the urge to squirm, though it was almost impossible with how deep he was inside you. Jihoon was quick to return to his work, his fingers moving over the keys as if nothing had happened, but every little shift of his body sent sparks of pleasure through you.

Minutes ticked by, each one more torturous than the last. You sat perfectly still, just like he’d ordered, your body throbbing with need. Every time you moved the slightest bit, Jihoon’s grip on your hips tightened in warning.

The control he had over you, the way he could make you so desperate without even moving, only heightened your arousal. You loved when Jihoon took charge like this, taming your bratty attitude with his strict, unyielding dominance.

Your breathing grew ragged as the ache between your legs became almost unbearable. You wanted to move, to grind against him, to beg for him to fuck you, but you knew better. His threat echoed in your mind: if you disturbed him again, your punishment would only get worse.

Still, it was hard to resist. You could feel him inside you, thick and hard, and every second you stayed still was torture. You bit your lip, trying to hold back a moan as you felt him shift beneath you slightly.

Jihoon glanced at you from the corner of his eye, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice soft but laced with authority. "See? You can behave when you want to."

Your heart skipped a beat at the praise, even though you knew he was toying with you. The mixture of his strictness and affection had you melting in his lap, your bratty attitude completely dissolved into obedience.

You stayed like that for what felt like forever, warming his cock as he worked, every second a delicious form of torture. The longer it went on, the more desperate you became, but you refused to move, not wanting to risk further punishment.

But eventually, Jihoon closed his laptop with a quiet click and turned his full attention back to you. His eyes darkened with lust as he looked at your flushed face, your body trembling from holding still for so long.

“Now,” he said, his voice low and commanding, “let’s see how well you can behave when I fuck you for real.”

His dark, lust-filled eyes locked onto yours as he stood up, pushing aside his equipment without a care. He grabbed your arm, pulling you from his lap and bending you over the desk in one swift motion. Your heart raced in anticipation, your body already throbbing with need from being teased for so long.

“You’ve been so good,” Jihoon murmured behind you, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

Before you could respond, you felt his hands spreading your legs apart, his warm breath ghosting over your core. Then, without warning, his mouth was on you, tongue flicking and swirling with expert precision. You gasped, your fingers gripping the edge of the desk as the pleasure hit you hard. Jihoon licked you like he was starving, devouring every inch of you, his lips and tongue working in perfect rhythm.

Your legs trembled, the intensity of his mouth sending you closer and closer to the edge. It didn’t take long before the first orgasm ripped through you, your body shaking uncontrollably as you cried out his name. But Jihoon didn’t stop. Even as you came, he kept going, licking and sucking until the pleasure became too much, until your body felt like it was on fire from the overstimulation.

You barely had time to catch your breath before he stood up, flipping you around to face him. His hand was already tugging at his belt, and within moments, he was lining himself up with you, his thick cock sliding into you hard and fast. You moaned, your body still sensitive from your orgasm, but the way Jihoon moved was relentless. He fucked you with a rough intensity that left you breathless, his hips slamming into you over and over again, the desk creaking beneath the force.

His hand moved to your throat, squeezing just enough to make your head spin, and you could feel his cock deep inside you, hitting all the right spots. Your body was a mess of pleasure, every thrust sending you spiraling further into bliss.

Jihoon groaned, pulling out of you suddenly, and before you could even register what was happening, he was pushing you onto your knees in front of him. You looked up at him through hazy eyes as he stroked his cock, his movements quick and rough.

“Open your mouth,” he commanded, his voice low and dangerous. You did as he said, your lips parting just in time for him to jerk himself off in front of you, his eyes never leaving yours.

Within seconds, Jihoon came with a guttural moan, his hot cum spilling onto your face, painting your cheeks and lips. He kept pumping himself, making sure every drop landed on you, his breathing heavy as he watched the mess he made, few drops flowing down your chin and falling in your cleavage.

“Look at you,” he growled, his fingers brushing your cum-covered cheek. “You can be such a good girl when you listen.”

Your heart swelled at the praise, even as you felt the remnants of his release dripping down your face. Jihoon’s eyes softened just slightly as he bent down, wiping the cum from your lips with his thumb before slipping it into your mouth.

“Taste it,” he ordered, and you obediently sucked on his thumb, your eyes locked with his as you did. A satisfied smirk tugged at his lips, and he leaned down to press a surprisingly gentle kiss to your forehead.

“You’re lucky you were good this time,” he whispered, pulling you up from the floor and guiding you to the bed. “But next time, don’t shout at me, brat.”

You nodded, your body still buzzing from the intensity of what just happened. You curled up beside him, your head resting on his chest as his fingers traced lazy circles on your back.

As much as you loved pushing Jihoon’s buttons, you loved it even more when he put you in your place.

[wifeyoozi]

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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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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Water waves, Lover’s Leap - l.jh x reader (teaser)

"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. "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.

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