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wongyuuu · 4 months

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slow motion | ljh

pairing: jihoon x f!reader genre: smut, fluff, friends to lovers word count: 3.4k summary: when you offer to cut jihoon's hair, he has a hard time holding himself back from touching you warnings: minors do not interact, swearing, petnames, fingering, multiple orgasm, penetrative sex a/n: against all odds, my current dream is to cut jihoon's hair

Jihoon did his best to control himself, to keep his breathing even despite his heart racing inside his chest. He knew he shouldn't be behaving that way, he was sure it was wrong on so many levels that he didn't even want to think about it. But he couldn't just get his mind to stop for even a second.

All he could focus on was the feeling of your fingers in his hair, your breath gently touching the back of his neck. Keeping his hands to himself was proving to be a more difficult task than expected.

He should have known when he accepted your offer to cut his hair that he would be up to his neck in trouble. Jihoon was sure he shouldn't have accepted it, but when you offered he simply found himself saying yes, like he was agreeing to a movie or a pizza.

Maybe he shouldn't even have a crush on his best friend in the first place. Maybe that was a point to think about. But it was simply stronger than him. Even though Jihoon told his brain that it was wrong, that he shouldn't feel that way, it was simply impossible to ignore what he felt.

And he had tried, with all his might. He swore he did.

That's why he had pulled away from you a little. The old “out of sight, out of mind”. And for a while, you let the whole situation just move along how he wanted. You knew that if Jihoon walked away without saying anything it was because he had problems that he still didn't know how to deal with very well. And you knew him well enough to know when he needed time to himself.

But enough was enough and a month of absolute silence was all you were willing to give him. Thirty days was more than enough for him to understand what was happening. Thirty days was much longer than you wanted to be away from him.

So, without a heads up, to Jihoon or his friends, you simply showed up at his door.

You laughed at his sleepy face, his hair scattered everywhere and how he seemed completely lost while looking at you.

"Hi!" you said excitedly, walking through the door without being invited in.

Jihoon was a very private guy, who liked having control over the situations he got himself into, but in that moment, he had no idea what was going on.

It wasn't like you to show up unannounced.

"Is everything okay?" he asked, rubbing his eyes, doing his best to shake off sleep.

You sat on the couch and looked around, dangling your feet. Jihoon's place was organized and very few things were out of place, just enough to show signs that someone lived there.

You had missed it there. As strange as it may seem, Jihoon's apartment was the place where you felt most comfortable, even more than in your own apartment. Maybe the fact that you shared an apartment with someone you didn't like very much had a big influence in how you felt. Or maybe it was just because of him.

"I should ask that, you were the one who disappeared," you said smiling.

That was a smile Jihoon knew well, one that said you were insecure, and weren't sure how to proceed. He hated that he was responsible for this.

Jihoon liked to be the person you felt most comfortable with, the one you ran to when you had problems. He didn’t want to be the one you felt like walking on eggshells around.

“I’m sorry,” he said, wishing you could feel his sincerity.

"Have you been out of the apartment?" you asked, knowing the answer would be no.

"Define out" he narrowed his eyes and sat on the other end of the couch. It didn't go unnoticed by you that he sat as far away as possible "I went to the gym"

It was your turn to narrow your eyes, focusing solely on him, analyzing every part of his face and slowly moving down to his shoulders. You weren’t sure that was how it worked at the gym, but you could have sworn his shoulders had gotten wider, his arms bigger too.

A gym rat you had called him once. At the time Jihoon had laughed, but you knew that the expression applied very well to him. If it were up to him all he would do was go to the gym and work

"Did you see people, interact with them?"

"There were people in the gym"

You rolled your eyes. That conversation wasn't going anywhere, you knew that. Jihoon wasn't the type of person to leave the house unless he had a good excuse and usually, his excuse came in the form of a text message from you.

You were the only person, perhaps followed by Soonyoung, who was able to get Jihoon out of the house to do anything other than go to the gym and maybe a few trips to the convenience store. It was a constant joke that he didn't even know what the streets around his building were like. A real joke, because he really didn't know.

Jihoon would only leave the house if he really needed to.

"You didn't even get a haircut"

You pointed to the mess on top of his head. Jihoon laughed and tried, without much success, to make his appearance a little more presentable.

The last time you saw each other, Jihoon's hair was a little longer than he usually wore it. And you liked it back then. Every time he showed up in front of you you felt your heart skip a beat and your breathing hitch. But it had grown too much, was blunt, and spread in all directions.

"I didn’t have time"

You laughed, nodding. You knew it was a lie, he was just too lazy, but you were willing to let it go.

"Want me to cut it for you?" you offered.

At that point, you would do anything to be close to Jihoon, even if it was for a short period of time and the excuse was terrible.

During the month you spent away from him, you felt as if an integral part of your life had simply disappeared. Jihoon was, you realized, a big part of your life. The truth was that you could live without him, yes. You could and you knew it, you just didn't want to.

Whenever you had the choice to be by his side or be far away, the choice would always be to stay with him.

Yes, he was, without a doubt, your best friend, but he was also much more. You actually wanted him to be more, but you weren’t sure how you could tell him that. You were afraid of opening up and losing what you had. So you decided that a bit little of him was better than nothing at all.

"Do you really think this is a good idea?"

You laughed and scooted closer to him, sitting right next to him, your thigh next to his. Jihoon swallowed hard, it wasn't what he expected, but he didn't have the strength to run away, not again.

"Soonyoung didn’t complaining"

"Soonyoung? You guys been talking?"

That fucking bastard, Jihoon mentally cursed his friend. Soonyoung had only mentioned you once and when Jihoon didn't pay much attention he didn't say anything else. Even if he hadn't said anything, even if he hadn't given any signs, he hoped his friend would still keep him informed about you and what you were up to. Apparently, he would have to "talk" to Soonyoung later.

"Yes, he came by last week. He got drunk after I cut his hair, I tried calling you, but when you didn't answer he ended up staying over"

You analyzed Jihoon's expressions, waiting for a change, and smiled discreetly when you saw what you wanted. He didn’t like what he was hearing.

Jihoon wanted to hit himself. He remembered the call, but it had been made from Soonyoung's phone, so he purposely ignored it. His friend had a habit of calling him just to test his patience, so sometimes Jihoon chose to simply ignore him.

He was sure he would answer all of his friend's calls and regret most of them.

"If you promise you won't make matters worse," he said running his fingers through his hair "you can cut it"

And that's how he ended up in that situation, trying to control himself to keep his hands away from you

Jihoon cursed under his breath when you turned around, standing in front of him. He was sitting on the edge of his bathtub. He swore he almost fainted when you positioned yourself in between his legs

You were too close, your scent invading every single one of his senses. Before he could even realize what he was doing, he was running the tip of his fingers on the back of your exposed knees.

His faint touch was enough to make your legs tremble. You put your hand on his shoulder, whether it was to stop him or steady yourself was unknown. However, it wasn't enough to detain him, if anything it only pushed him to run his fingers up your thigh.

You did your best to ignore him and just kept on cutting his hair. If there was one thing you always loved about Jihoon was his hair, how he always let you play with it, how he would often fall asleep while you did so.

"I'm almost done," you told him.

Jihoon hummed, now both of his hands on your legs. He couldn't help but wonder if your skin was so hot because of him or because it was the middle of summer.

Finally, you put the scissors over the sink. You tilted Jihoon's head back so he would look at you. You didn't expect to see his eyes so cloudy, almost as if he was sort of lost in his own mind, maybe the mind of their own that his hands created.

"Okay" was all he offered.

You ran your hands over his hair one more time, making sure that it looked fine and even on both sides. You smiled, pleased with yourself. It had been a lie that you cut Soonyoung's hair. The last time you cut someone's hair was in the previous year when you cut Jihoon's for the second time because he, again, was too lazy to go to the barber and get it cut by a professional. You were about to move away from him so he could look at himself in the mirror when Jihoon held onto you, not letting you get away from him.

He ran his hands up and down your tights, pulling you closer to him, his forehead resting on your stomach.

"Don't do this" you begged him when you felt him push your shirt up, placing a kiss on your exposed skin "If you don't mean it, please don't do this"

"What if I do?" he asked, voice barely a whisper "What if I have meant it for a very long time?"

You always took pride in the fact that you knew how to read Jihoon when others couldn't tell the difference in his actions. He was known for his cold exterior but you knew just how warm and loving he could be. You had been on the receiving end of his love and affection so many times. But looking at him in that moment you didn't know if what you were seeing in his eyes was the truth or if it was what you wanted to see.

"This could ruin everything," you said.

He knew that. Oh, just how well he knew that. But in that moment he decided to throw all caution through the window and do the one thing he had been wanting for the past ten years.

"Yeah, it could"

Jihoon rose to his feet, his hands that previously were around your waist cradled your face. He looked at you once again, to make sure that he wasn't imagining it, that you wanted it too.

You couldn't take your eyes away from his plump lips, from the way he wet them with the tip of his tongue. You held the shirt around his waist, steading yourself when he finally placed his lips on yours.

His touch was tentative at first, still unsure, but when you sighed into the kiss, hand going to his neck, he deepened the kiss, urging your lips open.

You wrapped your arm around his shoulder, pulling him as close to you as you possibly could.

You had been kissed before, many times, by many different people, and not once had it felt like that. There was this magnetic pull towards Jihoon, which had always been there, but neither of you had ever acted on it. Everything else seemed to disappear while he was around. It was like tunnel vision and he was all that you could see and, in that moment, feel. You were sure that if a meteor suddenly fell in the next room neither of you would care, too lost into each other to even notice.

Jihoon kissed you like he was sharing his deepest secrets, one that was only for you to know. His touch was tender, enough to leave you like a fool, melting under him, but also passionate enough to make you dig your nails into his shoulder.

He pulled away from you, just enough to look at you. He watched as you slowly opened your eyes, lips slightly red.

"Yeah, this changes everything," he said.

Jihoon kissed you again, taking slow steps back, one of his arms outstretched to make sure that you wouldn't hit your back on anything, while he guided you to his room.

That night was going to change everything and he could only hope that it was for the better, that he finally would be one you looked to.

You felt the back of your knees hit the side of his bed, his perfume taking over you.

You kissed his jaw, then his neck, your fingers pushing his shirt up. Jihoon helped you pull his shirt over his head. Lightly, you ran your nails over his skin. You smiled when you saw the goosebumps on his skin.

"There's no going back now," you said to him "If we do this..."

Jihoon didn't want to hear it. All doubts and worries could be processed later. The only thing he cared about was that you were in his arms, the one you place he wanted to have in you for years. He wasn't about to let go, not when he was sure that you were just as into it as he was.

He looked at you while unbuttoning your shorts. His eyes were so intense that you almost wanted to look away. It was almost too much. But it was also not nearly enough, you realized. You wanted Jihoon all over, all at once.

You felt your cheeks heat up when he slid his hand into your shorts, past your panties. His fingers touched you as if they knew you, like he had done the same things many times before.

A soft moan left your lips when you felt his middle finger on your clit, rubbing it in small, slow, circles. You held onto him, gripping his arms to steady yourself.

Slowly Jihoon pulled away from you, pushing you down on the bed while you did your best to get rid of your shorts and underwear, suddenly hating how tight it was on your sweaty skin.

"I've been waiting for this for a long time, darling," he said, biting your neck, his hands finding their way back into your folds "Take this off"

You pulled your shirt over your head and laughed when Jihoon made a sound on the back of his throat. You looked down at your bra, suddenly remembering that it was matching your discarded panties.

"You were not the only one waiting for this," you said, pulling him to you again.

His fingers worked your clit harder, faster, more demanding than before. The thought of having you always wearing matching underwear, just in case he took his head out of his ass long enough, was enough to drive him crazy. He wanted it all and it wanted fast.

Jihoon watched as you closed your eyes, back arching from the bed.

"I think I can make you cum like this" he said and you knew wore that cocky that always made your head spin "Look at me"

You opened your eyes as he dipped his finger into you, curling it.

"Jihoon" you moaned when you felt the pressure of climax building up.

Your flushed cheeks, fresh out of an orgasm, was his favorite sight, Jihoon decided.

He reached for his bedside table, pulling out a condom out of the first drawer. You watched in complete trance as he finally pushed his boxers out, your mouth suddenly watering at the thought of having him fill you.

"You're too slow," you complained, pushing yourself up on your elbows, adjusting one of his pillows under your head.

He laughed, climbing back on the bed, on top of you.

"I'm enjoying the moment"

"You know, you could enjoy it a lot more if you just fucked me"

Jihoon laughed again, pushing your legs back against your stomach and over his shoulders.

He dragged his cock over your slit a few times, his tip getting caught on your sensitive clit every single time.

"Don't tease me"

Slowly he sank into you. Every tiny piece of him filled you, stretching you up. His name left your mouth as you got used to him.

"I'm ruined, baby" he caressed your tigh "Fucking ruined"

He took his time, each of his strokes languid. He pulled all the way out before pushing himself in again. He pressed your legs down, his weight over you in the most delicious way.

His eyes rolled back as you walls kept sucking him in, a groan escaped his mouth.

Jihoon's pace was torturously slow so when he applied the slightest bit of pressure on your clit you came apart under him. His name and incoherent sounds all you could manage. It didn't take long for him to follow.

He stayed still for a few seconds, both of you trying to catch your breaths. You let your legs fall to the sides, the position awkward, but Jihoon didn't move, he only leaned forward and pressed his lips to your in a tender kiss.

"You're staying, right?" he asked.

You had never seen him look like that before, unsure.

You ran your hand over his hair, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips.

"I'm not going anywhere"

Jihoon was the first one to wake up. Not once in his life did he wake up feeling like that, happy. He wished that he could freeze that moment, or at least imprint it on his mind. You looked beautiful like that, just sleeping with your hair a mess. You looked peaceful. The frown you had the night before when you first walked inside his apartment completely gone.

He wasn't sure how the dynamics would be with the two of you but didn't care. You had stayed the night with him and he was sure that it meant something. Jihoon knew that you wouldn't have allowed him to touch you if you weren't certain of it. Of course both of you were worried about how your friendship would move on from that and he could only hope that you could become more.

So he held you tighter against his body, no room between the two of you. Jihoon felt your body tense for a second as you stretched your arms and legs. When you turned around in his arms, Jihoon closed his eyes, pretending to still be asleep. He did his best to keep his smile at bay when he felt your fingers running across his face, tracing his eyebrows, nose, cheeks and lingered on his lips.

As he opened his eyes, the only words that Jihoon could think of were I love you. You were the only person he ever thought of saying those words to, the only person he ever said them to. When he thought about his life you were always there by his side, not just as his best friend but also as the woman he loved.

That moment, Jihoon decided, was one that he was going to hold for dear life.

"I have to pee" you said when you felt his arms tighten around you.

"Just a little longer like this" he said "A few more minutes"

"Okay" you whispered, pressing a kiss to his jaw before settling into his arms, falling asleep once again.

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sluttywoozi · 15 days

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The Hair Tie Test

Jihoon didn't mean to classically condition you to get wet every time he puts his hair up, but he can't say he minds the result.

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~2.5k | Pairing: ljh x reader | Genre: smut

Warnings: implied consent, oral reader rec., somnophilia mention, fingering, jihoon is in love w u and ur pussy

Reader notes: uses hair ties, has breasts and a vagina, wap

Jihoon first started keeping a hair tie on him when his hair was still short and the relationship was still new.

He picked up the habit after noticing that you always have at least two, one for you and one for anyone else who might need one. One night about three months in, you gave both away to people you didn’t even know, and then later when you got warm, you had nothing to put your hair up with.

So before Jihoon saw you next, he bought a pack of the brand he knew you liked and tried to get used to the feeling of the elastic around his wrist. It was tight and constricting at first, but soon enough, he grew accustomed to the sensation and stopped perceiving it at all.

The next week when you gave both of them away again, he was prepared. He acted nonchalant as he brandished his wrist, but the joyful gasp and squeal you responded with had him biting back a grin the rest of the night.

Now that he’s let his hair grow so long, he’s started keeping two hair ties on him as well, one for you, and one for him.

There are a few reasons why he might tie his hair up in the day to day: he gets too hot, the wind blows it into his face, he needs it out of the way to work out.

At night, there’s only one: he’s getting ready to eat your pussy till you cry.

You laughed the first time he stopped to pull it back in the middle of his descent, but by now, you know exactly what it means when he reaches for that hair tie.

He’s almost sure he accidentally conditioned you, because every single time he gets between your legs after putting his hair up, you’re wet. Even if you’re fresh out of the shower, or winding down in bed, or tired after a long day of work, you’re ready for him as soon as his hair is tied back.

He wonders if that happens during the day too. When he answers your facetime call after a workout and you see his hair is up, do you get wet? What about when he picks you up from work on a hot day? Or when he took you on that picnic date last weekend and it was particularly windy? Did you want him then too?

Today, he’s decided to find out.

You’re having a relaxed day at home, just lounging on the couch together and catching up on shows, so there’s no ostensible reason for him to tie his hair back.

Which is exactly why he does.

He doesn’t say a word as he starts to gather it up in his hands, brushing the strands back with his fingertips and forming a pony before looping the hair tie around it one, two, three times. He can feel your gaze on him but he keeps his eyes on the TV and returns his hand to the leg you’re resting in his lap, rubbing soft circles around your ankle bone with his thumb.

He sees you shake your head in his periphery as if to clear it, and lets the corner of his mouth turn up in a smirk on the side you can’t see. You’re restless for the next few minutes, checking your phone and wiggling your foot and tapping your fingers on your thigh, and he decides he’ll only make you suffer till the next commercial break before checking the results of his little test.

As soon as an ad starts to air, he’s turning in place and tugging one of your legs to rest behind him, shifting to lay on his stomach between them and tucking his fingers in the waistband of your pajamas. You look at him with wide eyes but raise your hips when he starts to pull them down, bringing your knees up to your chest so he can take them all the way off.

He gently pushes your legs apart, waiting for you to let them fall open the rest of the way, and feels a grin stretch his lips as soon as he sets eyes on the mess of your pussy.

You’re glistening with arousal already, so wet and so fucking pretty, and he’d laugh at the fact that he accidentally Pavlov’d you if he wasn’t already busy sucking open-mouthed kisses up your thigh.

Usually, he’s desperate to get you on his tongue, but on a lazy day like this, he feels like he should take his time, work you up slowly, tip you over the edge gently.

So he doesn’t rush as he licks a fat stripe up the center of your cunt, languidly dragging his tongue from your entrance to your clit. He exhales a soft moan at the taste of you, lifting your left leg over his shoulder and wrapping his arm around it to reach your pussy.

His fingers push your lips further apart so he can lap more directly at your clit, rubbing the tip of his tongue up and down before pursing his lips around the bud and sucking lightly.

You let out a delicate sigh, one of your hands coasting down your body to pet his head, your nails scratching at his scalp and making him shiver. His other arm winds around your right leg, his hand resting on your stomach where you intertwine your fingers with his.

Jihoon loves the quiet intimacy of moments like this, loves how you want to make him feel good when he’s doing the same for you, loves that you and him don’t need words anymore, not when you have tender hands and an unbreakable connection.

He loves your pussy too, you’re so warm and soft and fragrant, and getting to put his mouth on you is one of a great many privileges in his life. Getting to make you cum is another, though he’s not in a rush to make that happen.

It will, of course it will, but before that, he wants to savor you, treasure you, cherish you.

Today, he’s about the journey, not the destination.

You don’t seem to mind, thankfully, just laying back and letting him explore you like it’s his first time between your legs rather than his five hundredth. He’s meticulous in his study of you, his gaze traveling up your body to watch your face as his tongue glides through your folds. Your eyelashes flutter when he ever so slightly digs the tip under the hood of your clit, so he does it again before wrapping his lips around it and taking slow, deep pulls.

That makes you gasp, makes your brows pinch together and your pretty eyes grow hazy, makes him want to abandon his plans and go faster, harder, make you cum now. But he can be patient, he will be patient, because he knows that his slow and steady perusal of you will be all the more rewarding when he finally guides you into your release.

But if he keeps sucking your clit, that will happen before he’s ready. He moves down a bit, firming his tongue and pushing it into your entrance, groaning quietly at the heady essence that coats his taste buds.

Jihoon loves to eat, that’s a fact everyone knows, but whenever they ask his favorite meal, he always has to lie. He’ll say steak or salmon or some kind of pasta, but if he could be honest, his answer would be your pussy. Not just pussy, but yours, specifically.

There’s just something about the way you taste that sates his every craving, that has him thinking about it even when he shouldn’t be, that makes him want to enjoy you loudly, messily, voraciously.

That’s how he usually is when he goes down on you, today being an outlier.

It’s a welcome one, though, and perhaps long overdue, because he can tell how much you love it at this pace. You’ve got a dreamy look about you, and your thigh is so relaxed on his shoulder, he can feel it weighing him down. Then there’s your sounds, your sighs and hums and muted gasps telling him he’s doing something very right.

It almost makes him want to put you to bed like this, eat you out so leisurely, you fall asleep with his head between your thighs and cum without even knowing it. He can wake you up the same way, pull you out of your dreams and push you straight into pleasure with just his tongue.

Your pussy is luxury incarnate; beginning and ending the day with your taste in his mouth would be both a privilege and an honor.

But then, this is too. The way you gave yourself over to him without even a word exchanged, let him get you naked and spread you out right here on the couch in the middle of the day. You’re not rushing him as he takes his sweet time relearning every inch of you, and oh, the time is sweet.

Your pussy is sweet too, but not sweet like candy. It’s sweet like falling asleep in a patch of sunlight, like coming home after a long time away, like flowers blooming again once the frost of winter fades.

He could live and die here, with his tongue inside of you and his nose buried in your folds.

He’s sure he could subsist on just your pussy. Food isn’t a requirement when he has something he loves to eat even more, and your arousal wets his throat just like water does, flowing generously enough that he can drink you down and tasting so luscious that he won’t have need for anything else.

You probably wouldn’t be opposed, you love his mouth on you as much as he loves to put it on you. He’s still obsessed with how responsive you are, even after almost two years together.

You don’t hide a thing from him, always let him see and hear the way he makes you feel, unselfish with your noises, your reactions, and your desires.

When your fingers tighten in his hair and you sigh out his name, he knows that means you want more, and he’s inclined to give it to you. Slow and steady wins the race and all that, but his aim is always to give you what you need, and if you need him to go faster, to go harder, he will.

It helps that his hunger is beginning to overtake his patience. He was hoping to work you up softly, methodically, lead you into gentle waves of pleasure rather than the crashing tsunami you’re both used to, but he doesn’t have the fortitude to make you wait when he wants it just as bad as you.

It turns out he can be disciplined in every area of his life except for eating your pussy, and maybe that should feel like a defeat. Instead, it just feels right, like he’s worshiped at your altar and now he gets to revel in your benediction.

He shifts his greedy mouth back up to your swollen clit and starts to suck hard, his sights now set on making you cum all over his face. His bangs fall over his forehead into his eyes, obscuring his view of you, and you push them back for him, staring down at him with parted lips.

You watch as he devours you until you can’t keep your eyes open anymore, the falling of your lids telling him you’re starting to get close. You’re making the prettiest sounds, your little moans and whimpers going straight to his cock, which is already achingly hard for you.

This isn’t about him though, so he ignores the throbbing and doubles his efforts, groaning into your clit when your fingers tighten in his hair, pulling slightly at the roots. He’s got a sensitive scalp, not in an ‘ouch’ way but in a ‘moan when you play with his hair’ way, and that’s something you discovered very early on with how tactile and affectionate you are.

You take advantage of this discovery often, but this isn’t one of those times, no, you’re just so close to the edge that you can’t control your hands anymore. The one holding his is squeezing his fingers, and he can’t help but think about how your pussy would do the same if he slid two inside.

Having something filling you up makes your orgasms stronger anyway, so he decides to take back the hand holding your pussy open, giving your thigh a loving knead on his way to your cunt. He primes one finger at your entrance, and when you feel it, you sigh out a long, “Yes,” like it’s something you’ve been waiting for.

You clench down as soon as he slips it inside, your walls fluttering as you grow closer and closer. He’s quick to sink in another, curling the tips up toward your belly and pressing them into your sweet spot. He doesn’t fuck them in and out, just rubs that ridged patch and sucks your clit until your back arches and your moans rise in volume. Your thigh starts to quiver on his shoulder and he knows you’re right there, that it’s only a matter of time before you-

“Jihoon,” you whine as your pussy contracts around his fingers in pulses, wetness seeping out around them as you tremble and buck into his mouth. He uses your combined grasp to hold you down so he can carry you through to the other side, his lips still suctioned around your clit, taking deep pulls to prolong your pleasure. He watches you the whole time, watches the bliss play out through your expressions, the look on your face combined with the feeling of your pussy swallowing around his fingers almost enough to make him cum too.

You melt into the couch when it’s over, your face and your hands relaxing, a sleepy hum escaping you as you pet his head in thanks.

“What was that for?” You ask drowsily, blinking your eyes open just as he pulls his fingers out and slides them into his mouth. He never wastes a drop when it comes to you, and that’s something you know well.

Something he knows well is that you love tasting yourself on him, so before answering, he gently lifts your legs off his shoulders and rises up to press his lips to yours.

“Do I need to have a reason?” He murmurs into your mouth, kissing you again so you don’t question him further.

The test can stay his little secret for now, especially when he’s gathered so little evidence.

He’ll have to try it out a few more times, just to be sure.

AN: fully inspired by this ask thank you anon ily

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blue-jisungs · 27 days

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author's note. sorry for the slight delay!!! i hopeu all enjoy it tho<3 thank u so sooo mcuh @slytherinshua for the banner (again)<3333333333

summary. jihoon is curious about you, especially your music taste and this... somehow leads to your first kiss with him

word count. 1233

genre. music major!jihoon (and also undercover artist, woozi) x psychology major!yn

jihoon felt like a fool.

a complete, love struck fool.

he didn’t know what you did to him but – how did wonwoo phrase it? he was down bad for you – he was whipped.

ever since bumping into you in the library, which was quite embarrassing by the way, he just couldn’t get his mind off you. luckily for him, he gained some courage to talk to you and exchange socials.

you were in a talking stage, getting to know each other. like, for example your name, sign, major – so on, so forth. he was completely smitten to find out that you’re a psychology student but then again, you seemed amazed when he told you he’s majoring in music.

despite all this knowledge he still yearned to know more. your music taste, favorite drink, the name of your first hamster that you had in childhood– despite how creepy it sounded, it was the effect you had on him.

naturally, you wanted to know more about him too.

hence you’re here now, in his studio.

“do you want something to drink? vodka? tequilla? i mean, other drinks are okay too. ice with water?” jihoon asked, opening his mini fridge and trying to ignore the feeling of blood rushing to his ears. he’s such an idiot. ice with water? really, jihoon?

“water is fine” you grinned, looking around the room.

you were curious about the studio, it’s where the magic happens after all. apparently he didn’t let people in… except his friends. even with them he made some exceptions – like soonyoung, who once snuck in while he was drunk and made a song about a tiger…? you remember this story, he told you it on one of your first meetings (dates?).

“it all looks so expensive” you sighed, scared to even touch anything. jihoon must have noticed it because he broke a smile.

“well… music equipment usually is quite pricey. but feel free to try something, i’ll guide you. guitar, keyboard, saxophone… even the mixing board” he hummed and handed you the glass of water.

“oh really? i always wanted to try the silly machine” you pointed at the sound mixer, recalling a video you saw on tiktok how the grey keys lit up upon touching.

“here you go, then” jihoon grinned and pulled your chair closer to it, causing you to giggle. then, he pulled another chair for him and sat down.

he turned it on and put you glass away, ebony irises looking at you with excitement.

“so do i just…?” you asked and shyly tapped one of the tiles, it making a sound and lighting up with a pink light.

jihoon watched you good around with it, creating a silly melody and being rather amused by the colors than the music itself. his heart was thumping against his chest, weirdly liking it. he was anxious that he’d feel somehow stressed and somehow angry upon seeing you touch his instruments. he always did when someone came over. but with you… why was he so carefree?

“i have no idea how you do it, that just sounded like cocomelon intro” a laugh escaped your lips and jihoon joined you. oh, he loved the sound of your laughter.

“let me play some music, wait” jihoon stood up and grabbed his phone from the pocket of his sweats.

you admired him, observing his silhouette. he really fitted perfectly into this space, you could see he’s feeling himself because he’s surrounded by things he loves.

and he let you in that safe space of his.

this caused your heart to skip, trying to convince yourself it’s nothing. that he takes every girl here sooner or later, lets her play his instruments–

“everytime you look at me like that i wonder if you’re having flashbacks of your psychology textbooks, you know? and then you’re like… ‘ah yeah, he fits that description perfectly’” he giggled and you scoffed, shaking your head.

“you know, sometimes i can’t help but consider all the… small signs… but i don’t diagnose you!” you joked but saw his eyes widen. oh.

“small signs?” he asked, a bit of panic in his voice. great, now you freaked him out.

“like… you’re a workaholic but that’s no surprise, right?” you tried to ease the situation and it seemed that it worked.

“yeah, yeah” he nodded, a small smile blooming on his lips.

once again you looked around the room, eyes taking in every detail.

“wait, actually… do you want to play some music? i’m curious what you listen to” he asked and handed you the aux with a boyish smile.

“don’t judge me though… i’m already feeling kinda stupid” you laughed and scrolled through your playlist, jihoon looking over your arm.

you decided to play one of your cozy mixes on shuffle and turned around to peek at him.

“you… um, you know woozi?” jihoon asked, a tiny of nervousness in his voice.

“oh, yeah! jun recommend him to me! he’s so good, honestly. i kinda wish he had more music because i feel like i know every song by heart right now” you giggled and saw his eyes widen “what? you don’t like him?”

“wha… i… actually…” jihoon stuttered, mind racing like a wild horse galloping through the fields. why did jun tell you? no… he knew the answer to that – jun knew jihoon has a crush on you. what an asshole.

but… what to do now? how didn’t you figure out that woozi is him? should he confess? or should he thank you? or… maybe he should deny that he doesn’t know him.

“you kinda sound like him now that i think about it” you hummed, scanning his face.

“are you playing some psychological games with me right now?” jihoon asked, cracking a smile and finally sitting down next to you.

“no, why would i?” a frown appeared on your features. jihoon took it as a sign that you’re really clueless. taking a deep sigh, he pointed at one of the diplomas (or what you thought they were).

“i’m… woozi”

your mouth fell agape as you scanned the paper on the wall, secured safely in a ruby frame.

“and i’ll admit, you have a nice taste in music” he added, observing you. why was he kind of… excited by your reaction? the fact that you liked his music was another thing, making his heart go crazy.

“are you serious?” you asked in disbelief and your eyes shifted to meet his ebony ones.

“i’m in your playlist. come at me, gir” jihoon laughed and opened his arms in a cocky manner.

“so… woah. that’s crazy. i have a question though” you grinned, cocking an eyebrow at him. woozi’s mischievous spark in the eye told you to be straightforward “about who is ‘ruby’ about?”

no words were exchanged but the look he gave you was like an electric spark between you two. maybe hence the next thing he did, powered by an impulse, was standing up.

“can i kiss you?” he asked and you nodded vigorously, shame flying out of the window.

if it wasn’t said, the kiss definitely translated it into words: ‘ruby’ was about you. everything was about you, including his feelings.

his plush lips felt heavenly against yours, soft music playing in the background as his warm hands cupped your cheeks.

who knew that revealing your playlist to him would lead to your first kiss.

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seouljazzbar · 4 months

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𓆙 watermelon sugar — lee jihoon ★ .ᐟ

summary - “blowjobs are called jobs for a reason but going down on your girl is called eating out because it's a privilege” or your boyfriend just wants to eat you out word count - 1.3k warning - pussy worship, bed humping, slight dirty talk, oral + fingering (both f. recieving), jihoon cums all over himself poor baby — MINORS DNI! 18+ author’s note: i haven’t written fic in a while so here’s to me getting back to it! this is a refresh of an old fic i wrote but with a little polishing! something short and sweet for my woozi girls warnings: just a thousand words on jihoon eating pussy word count: 1.2k

There was something so alluring about seeing you fresh out of the bathtub. Your hair pulled away from your face, skin glowing in its post-cleanse state, hints of mango and chamomile wafting off of your body as you lathered lotion all over yourself. You’d had a long day and decided to treat yourself to a soak in the bath, all of your favorite products used generously in the seething hot water as you played music from your speakers.

Jihoon watched from your bed, eyes shifting between his phone screen and the indent of your spine as you sat at your vanity. Watching the way the black slip adorned your figure as you slid it on carefully, adjusting the straps the way you needed them to be. He didn’t want to interrupt you, knowing how much you loved your ‘me time’, especially after a long day dealing with your asshole of a boss. You looked so peaceful as you moisturized your face, humming along to snoh aalegra instead of singing because you didn’t know all of the words.

“Did you want me to order something for dinner? I would’ve already but I wasn’t sure if you ate and I didn't wanna disrupt your bath.”

You smiled at him sweetly, swiping a layer of balm to your lips before joining him atop your duvet. “I could go for some food, yeah.” You turned on Netflix on the TV, shuffling through the popular section to find something new for the two of you to watch. His gazing in wonderment at you staggered your focus, causing you to look over at him quizzically. “Everything okay?”

“More than,” He scooted closer to you, wrapping an arm around your midsection as he kissed you delicately, not daring to deepen it like he was scared to break you. “You’re just so beautiful, it’s hard not to stare.”

Your relationship with Jihoon was still fairly new. Navigating intimacy still made you bashful, and his eyes focused on you in such close proximity still made you want to hide from him. Your heart fluttered as the feeling of his breath on your face hit, his smile obvious in your peripheral as you averted your eyes in sheepishness. That warm fuzzy feeling was back, your face all prickly as the scent of his cologne washed over you again.

You leaned closer to kiss him again, tasting your own strawberry balm on his lips before your tongue ventured into his mouth. You held back the moan that bubbled in your throat as his hands lowered to your ass, squeezing the flesh seamlessly before you pulled away. “I think dinner can wait a minute.”

He chuckled against your lips, rolling you over to lay on your back as he propped himself up on his forearms. “Who told you you could look this good?” His lips littered kisses across the expanse of your neck and collarbones, your giggles music to his ears as he migrated your warm skin. Your hands gripped at the waistband of his sweats, fully prepared to tug them down his legs until he stopped you. “And what do you think you’re doing?”

“I-I just thought, you know, I could help you out.”

Jihoon shook his head, hiking your slip up to your waist to expose your thin cotton panties to him. “I’m not worried about that right now, I just wanna taste you.”

Your cheeks flooded with embarrassment as he licked his lips, moving so that he was laid comfortably in between your legs. You pushed your knees together to shield yourself from his line of vision, smoothing your slip back down your legs. “But I haven't shaved in a few days.”

“Baby, I'm a grown ass man. Now open up.” He discarded your panties, lugging you closer to his face as his hands enveloped your thighs. His tongue was hot as it pressed against your clit, slowly dragging up the nerve endings before swirling around it. You squirmed at the pleasure that rippled through you, hands clutching onto the duvet as his tongue dipped into your hole. He hummed against you, eyes rolling back at the taste he’d been craving since you invited him over. “So so good.”

The soles of your feet pressed against his back as he continued to explore your core, fingers trailing delicately along your hips as you refused to keep still. “Oh, my god, right there.”

“Feel good, baby?” He smirked more so to himself as he curled a finger into you, relishing in the hitch of your breath and the relocation of your hands to his hair as you pulled at it desperately.

You nodded, letting your eyes flutter shut as your head fell back against the pillows. You’d normally feel a bit embarrassed by the loud squelching noises your body was making as Jihoon’s fingers kneaded your g-spot, but it felt so good that you forced yourself to bask in it. “I’m almost there, Jihoon, fuck.”

“Let go, baby, give it to me.”

The tension in your stomach snapped as he added another finger, tongue still working your clit as your legs clamped around his head. His pace was unrelenting even when you tried to push him away, trying to rush out that you were done. “I-I came already, I’m too sensitive.”

He pulled away momentarily, wiping at his mouth as he looked up at you. “I'm not finished with you yet though.” Your taste stained his tongue in a way that he couldn’t get enough of, eager for more with each lick of your folds. He was absolutely addicted to you in a way you weren't used to and it surprised you every single time. “Taste yourself.”

Jihoon replaced his mouth with his fingers, digging his palm into your clit as his fingers pumped inside of you at just the right speed. He hovered over you as he kissed you, licking into your mouth so you could taste yourself in all your glory. You moaned quietly, followed by a whimper as he withdrew his hand from your heat. His fingers tapped at her mouth and you opened immediately, licking them clean of your own arousal without him having to tell you to.

He settled back between your legs and dove right back in without missing a beat, making your thighs shake around him in no time. He flattened his tongue between your folds as he shook his head, bringing that ball of tension back to your belly as his fingers slipped right back into you. You hadn’t even noticed that his hips were grinding into the mattress, humping in time with the rhythm of his fingers as he worked you through your second orgasm. “I don't think I can take a third.”

“Yes, you can, baby.”

His thumb rubbed circles around your clit as his tongue and fingers thrusted into you, stretching out your walls as your hips bucked uncontrollably. Profanities fell from your lips as you gripped his hair tighter, back arching at an alarming angle as you came all over his tongue for the third time. He moaned into you loudly, his grip on your legs deathly as his hips stalled their movements.

You struggled to come back down to earth, your breathing rough and ragged as Jihoon padded off to get you a towel doused in warm water. Your lips just barely muttered out a ‘thank you’ as he cleaned you up, grazing over the insides of your thighs that were sure to be sore in the morning. “It's your turn.”

Jihoon stuttered as he disappeared back into the bathroom, coming back with a towel wrapped around his hips instead of his sweats. “I, um. I’m good, actually.”

Your eyes went wide as you realized why he was good, his cheeks flushed red in embarrassment. “O-oh, you already… Got it.”

“Eating you out just really turns me on.”

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beomboomboom · 1 month

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genre: fluff, angst, established relationship

pairing: idol!Jihoon x reader

summary: Jihoon is a busy guy, everyone knows that. But why does it hurt so much when he can't even make time for his own girlfriend? All you want is Jihoon's love and affection, why is that so difficult?

warnings: a bit of swearing

note: This fic includes some lyrics from the song All My Love by SEVENTEEN (If you haven't heard this song, I strongly recommend you listen to it. It's such a good song!!) I hope you enjoy reading the fic <33

"Am I really that important to you?"

There's tears in your eyes when you ask Jihoon the question you've been wondering about for the past few weeks.

Part of you knows you're just being irrational. Jihoon has other things he needs to focus on. He's an idol and a producer for fucks sake, it's practically guaranteed that he's going to be busy with work 24/7. So it's unrealistic for you to expect him to be able to make time for you whenever you feel the need for some company.

But the other part of you feels lonely. Coming home everyday to the sight of an empty apartment without Jihoon isn't exactly the most uplifting sight to see. And even when Jihoon on the rare occasion, does come home, all you are able to see is his passed out figure before he leaves in the morning while you still sleep.

All you want is Jihoon's love and affection, why is that so hard?

You receive your answer to that very question in the way Jihoon sits in a distracted silence when he hears your question. His eyes looking at his computer in a daze, too busy thinking up of ideas for new songs to produce rather than looking at the way you're about to burst into tears.

"Fine. If you can't even give me one second of your time and focus I'm going to leave," you yell angrily as more tears spring into your eyes. You quickly stand up from your position on Jihoon's couch and exit his studio, slamming the door behind you.

"WAI-" Jihoon starts to shout, finally finding his voice. His eyes widen while his hand is outstretched toward the direction of his door as if it's going to make you come back.

But it's too late.

You're gone.

Jihoon knows he fucked up.

More than that actually.

He knows that it's his fault your relationship with him feels so one-sided. He has a habit of overworking himself. Oftentimes minutes in the studio turning into hours before turning into days of being cooped up producing songs, causing him to neglect the very people he wants to spend all his time with.

Jihoon wishes he could tell you how much he loves you, that he's not trying to neglect you on purpose. He just sometimes gets caught up in his work and doesn't realize when it's time to take a break. He wishes he could tell you that he misses you as much as you miss him, even though he doesn't show it.

But now he has no idea what he could possibly do to solve the predicament he's in. Jihoon could talk with you, but he knows he's not the best with confrontation. Jihoon could give you a few days of space, but he knows that it's probably not the best choice since the whole reason you got mad was because Jihoon wasn't around you enough.

So, Jihoon turns to what he's best at doing. What he does when he doesn't have a clue on what to do.

Songwriting.

Sometimes he'll write songs for his members, comforting them through his lyrics. Other times he'll write songs for Carats, wanting to share with them some encouraging and happy tunes.

But this time, he's writing a song for you.

Jihoon knows that writing a song for you won't make you forgive him instantly, but the most he can do is try to make things better a little bit at a time.

It's 3 in the morning when you hear a knock at your front door. As the rain falls softly on your window, the only question that on your mind is, who the heck is outside your house at such an ungodly hour?

Feet shuffling along the cold floor, you sleepily walk over to your door and open it. Your sleepy eyes are still trying to make sense of the situation when Jihoon stands outside your apartment door.

In front of you stands a drenched Jihoon with puffy red eyes carrying his signature black backpack that is absolutely ginormous on him.

"Jihoon? What are you doing here?"

Mumbling something incoherently, you watch, still half-awake, as Jihoon slowly walks up to you and gently wraps his arms around you.

As you feel the wetness from Jihoon's shirt begin to seep into your own shirt, you try to softly push Jihoon away. But that only makes Jihoon hug you tighter. "Don't go...,"you hear him mumble as he presses his face into the crook of your neck, and that's when you realize that Jihoon is crying.

You're torn.

Seeing your boyfriend cry is a rare occurence and as much as you want to hug him tightly and kiss away all his tears, you want to run away because how can he come back to your apartment as if nothing had happened in these past few months.

"I'm sorry," Jihoon says, his voice cracking and mouth quivering, as he cries, letting his tears drop messily into the fabric of your shirt.

Taking Jihoon's face in your hands, you quietly rub away his tears which only makes him cry harder. Leaning into your touch, he takes hold of your wrist and gently rubs it. "I-I'm really sorry. You don't deserve a terrible boyfriend like me."

"No, don't say that. You know what, how about I get you a towel so that you can dry yourself off and then we can talk more, okay?

"Okay"

By the time you return from the bathroom, towel in hand, Jihoon is sitting on the couch and pulling his computer out of his bag. "oh...are you going to be working more?"

He can hear the disappointment in your voice when you ask the question, you're so used to him working all the time that you're not even angry ... you're just disappointed. Jihoon feels a wave of guilt wash over him as he realizes that all the things you said to him before were true, he was just too busy to realize it.

"Ah, no. I have something to show you," Jihoon says with a tired smile as he pats the seat on the couch beside him, inviting you to sit.

Hesitant, you take a seat next to your boyfriend and look at his computer screen where you can see him open a file. You then watch as Jihoon pulls out a pair of earphones and plugs them into the computer.

Putting the earbuds into your ears, Jihoon presses play as his eyes shake, nervously watching your face for any kind of reaction.

The second the melody of the song plays into your ears, you feel like crying out of disbelief. "You made a song for me?" you ask, suprise etched all over your face, as you look towards Jihoon's direction.

Nodding with a small but nervous smile, Jihoon then motions for you to continue listening.

And it's when you reach the part of the song where you can hear the lyrics sung by the sweet honey voice of your boyfriend, when you begin to cry.

Just likе a pouring meteor shower Please be the light in the dark sky I can do everything for you For you I just want to give you everything And that makes me feel small, a fool who only accepts It suddenly makes me hate myself And makes me feel sorrier towards you

"Oh- Jihoon-," you start to say with tears in your eyes as you close the gap between you and Jihoon and give him a tight hug, your face pressed against his chest. "This is beautiful," you continue on to say sincerely.

Blushing, Jihoon quietly mutters with a nervous laugh, "you haven't even finished the song, listen to what i'm trying to say."

Following Jihoon's instructions, you lean on him and quickly refocus your attention back on the song.

Though it was hard writing my feelings down And all I have is this song and these lyrics For you, for you, for you, for you I sing this song for you tonight So I can get closer to your love

My love only amounts to this But my feelings will never change, for you baby Even if my love only amounts to this I'll be your umbrella in the rain I'll protect you on all your days

By the time you finish listening to Jihoon's song for you, you're in shambles. "fuck- Jihoon, I love you so much you know? I'm still mad at you but I still love you so much," you say as tears roll down your cheeks. Pressing your forehead against Jihoon's, you lean in to give him a chaste kiss on the lips.

Jihoon freezes for a moment before immediately tugging you closer to his body and reciprocating your kiss. "I don't deserve someone as precious as you,"he whispers before devouring your lips into another kiss.

When both you and Jihoon finally break away from each other to get some oxygen into your lungs, Jihoon gently takes your hands into his own. "I-I'm really sorry though. I was a terrible boyfriend these past few months, but I'm going to work on trying to improve myself. Even though I'll probably be busy with producing songs, i'll try to make time for you."

You let out a relived smile when you hear Jihoon's sincere words. "Okay, and I understand if you need time for other things too."

Jihoon gives you a small nod and a smile. "And to answer your previous question, of course you're important to me. For fucks sake you're my girlfriend, you're one of the most important people in my life. How can you not be important to me?" Jihoon says while cupping your face before continuing on to say," just because I don't show it, doesn't mean I don't feel it."

"I love you," he finally whispers with a smile as he places a small peck on your lips.

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mingtinys · 20 days

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" you always come first "

pairing : lee jihoon x gn!reader

"13 ways to say "i love you" with seventeen"

warnings : none

word count : 0.4 k

a/n : producer !! woozi !! that's it (:

Jihoon is exactly where you expect to find him when you get home from work. Hunched over in his chair, eyes boring into a computer screen, and pen in hand furiously scribbling away at a notepad. You knock three times to alert him of your presence. He turns to you with a wide smile and tired eyes.

"Hi," He breathes out, ushering you in with his hand. You oblige, though you don't plan to stay for long. It's been a long day and you're tired. But on top of that, you know Jihoon enough to notice when he's gotten into a rhythm and doesn't want to be disturbed.

"How was your day?" He humors. His hand settles back on the mouse and he begins clicking around the program he uses. "Fine," you shrug, stopping just behind his chair, a little curious as to what he's doing. "Tiring, but not the worst it could've been."

Your replies are rather lackluster and you can tell Jihoon notices by the way he quirks up an eyebrow at your last sentence.

You rake your fingers through his hair, smoothing back the pieces that have fallen out of place before letting your hand rest on his shoulder. He hums in satisfaction when you press a kiss to the top of his head. "I'll let you get back to work."

Jihoon cranes his neck to peer back with a confused frown on his lips. "Aren't you going to tell me about your day?"

Your brain short circuits for a moment and you just stare at him, dumbfounded. Of course, Jihoon always takes time out of his schedule to hear about your day. However, he usually prefers to finish up whatever he's working on first so he doesn't lose focus. "You look busy, I don't want to interrupt. This looks important." You wave your hand vaguely at his screen.

He just tsks, then swiftly saves his project and cuts the power to his monitor. "You're important. You always come first, now tell me what's wrong." He's spun around in his chair, already standing up to take you in his arms, and trails his fingers up and down your spine.

He smells nice and his warmth is comforting, inviting. A long sigh escapes your lips and you allow yourself to relish in the feeling Jihoon brings. Tucking your face into his shoulder and melding into his hold.

"Just feeling a little worn out, but it's better now."

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nonuify · 11 days

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NSFW Lee jihoon headcanons? I like your writing ! Also can I be your 😼 anon ig it isn't taken alrdy??

ᝰ.ᐟ 🗝️ — L.JH ; ! nsfw headcanons

nsfw is included ! minors do not interact 18+. [ smut ] | also I’m honored to have you as my anon! ꩜.

so like fucking in his studio is a norm lol, uji would just text you to come over & yall would fuck like rabbits.

also loves loves loves to cockwarm you something about his cock plunged deep inside of you while making out or if he’s busy he’ll just ask you to do it & you’d do it with your eyes closed.

he loves to orgasm on your ass, he just thinks it’s soooo pretty so see his cum painted all over your bum.

he calls you princess while making love to you idc idc he just does like “my princess taking me so well hm?” god.

oh he ADORES quickies so bad like. pre concert sex or when he’s up for a stage or reality show, he’ll pull you into the closest private room & fuck you into oblivion

I think he’s so also an ass guy, while doing it he’ll just grab a full of your bum or slap it he just ugh loves you booty too much.

he rubs his member between your thighs, it’s so hot. he’ll probably record it to masturbate on it later.

he loves when you squirt like fingering your & you gush out cum, he’ll find it so so cute and just kiss your face

with his long hair, uji would love to you to pull it like put it on a ponytail & pulling it while he eats you out.

who sends you a video of him fuckin your panties with his dick.

loves loves fucking you while you are wearing stockings omg he just touches them, if he’s really excited he’ll rip them. he’ll buy you new pairs

! 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ thank you for reading >ᴗ< !! sorry if it’s shorts I hope you like this <33

#jihoon smut #jihoon x reader #jihoon x you #woozi smut #woozi x reader #seventeen woozi #woozi x you #seventeen smut #seventeen x reader #seventeen scenarios #woozi scenarios #woozi imagines #jihoon imagines #jihoon scenarios

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bluejeanstrash · 1 year

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random thoughts about being in a relationship with woozi.

- has a new pet name for you every couple of weeks. it changes depending on what has now caught his attention. like when he thought that yellow thing you wore made you look like a lemon, so he just called you lemon for 3 weeks straight.

- thinks he’s such a non-clichéd guy when in a relationship but ends up doing every clichéd thing out there. long walks on the beach, matching clothes, giving you bouquets of red roses, etc. you name it, he's done it.

- laughs at every joke you make. like knee-slapping laughs. honestly just thinks you’re the funniest person ever.

- after he realized you’re locked into this relationship and can’t go anywhere he hasn’t stopped talking about anime. great if you’re into anime as well but if you’re not, it doesn’t matter. you now know all the lore thanks to your weeb boyfriend.

- driest texter but will send you 10838329 selfies/pictures a day. he’ll take the same picture of his face from 3 separate angles. ‘my face today from three angles’ okay????

- remembers EVERYTHING you’ve mentioned you like. it’s honestly scary until you see him writing it down one day. keeps a little note on his phone of all of it so he never forgets. it’s got random things like your favourite ice cream flavour, lyrics you like, what tv show you’re loving, even your favourite time of the day - all of it.

- keeps trying to fix your posture. he’ll see you slouching and pull back your shoulders. ‘if you sit like that you’ll get back pain and die’

- i’m sorry but also keeps trying to fight you. he’ll just randomly put you in a headlock and challenge you to try to get out of it.

- somehow finds a way to insert you into every conversation. and somehow always finds a way to make it relevant to the topic.

- gets into these very clingy moods where he’ll rub himself all over you like a cat. loves to just be next to you, silently laying down on your lap.

- obsessed with your body. knows it better than you do. knows how to touch, where to kiss, and what to do to make you come undone in seconds. also, his dick game is godly.

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fairyhaos · 8 months

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[16:33 PM] — woozi .

454 words, idol setting, est. rs, woozi appreciation™

It's a quiet day.

With nothing better to do, you're lying on the couch in your boyfriend's studio, head on the armrest, watching him upside down as he hums and works on his latest composition.

Jihoon's face is illuminated by the light of the screen, flashes of colours making his cheeks and eyes glow pink or blue or red depending on the things he clicks. You're not really sure how it works. Jihoon, and his ability to compose, basically makes him a god in your eyes.

From your position on the couch, you can't really see him that well, but whenever he makes small noises of contentment you feel your own lips tug upwards, face warming.

"Jihoon?"

"Hm?"

"You're so pretty," you say, averting your eyes away from him, shy, even though he can't see you. "Like, really pretty."

Jihoon chuckles. "Thank you."

"You're the prettiest person in the world," you carry on, insistent on getting Jihoon to realise how beautiful he is. "Your smile is pretty. Your eyes are pretty. When you do that thing where you laugh really hard and your mouth goes wide and your eyebrows go up and your eyes scrunch up, it's so pretty. You're pretty all over, you know?"

Jihoon doesn't say anything, but you're barrelling on anyways, hands gesturing as you ramble.

"And your voice is simply the prettiest," you say dazedly, smiling. "When you're speaking, when you're singing, whenever. It's just… your voice is like a pink river, gurgling and bubbling and sparkling with life and magic. It's so beautiful."

You sigh, clasping your hands together, crossing your ankles over the other armrest of the couch, eyes still fixed on the ceiling. "You're pretty everywhere, Jihoon, and sometimes I don't think you realise it. But you are, and I love you so much, for everything you do and all that you are."

Silence rings through the studio. There's no more clacking of keyboards. Jihoon doesn't even seem to breathe.

"Jihoon?" You look up, but the angle is still awkward and you still can't see him properly. "Jagiya? Wait, are you crying?" You sit up properly, and Jihoon has his face buried into his arm over his keyboard.

"God, Y/N," he sighs, sounding exasperated, but when he looks up at you, his eyes are bright. Even in the weird lighting of the studio, you can tell his ears are red.

"What? What did I do?"

Jihoon stands up, walking over to the couch, and he leans over you, cradling your face in his hands. He's smiling, that slight smile that makes him look so, so beautiful. "Love me too goddamn much, that's what."

And then he leans forward to capture your lips in a kiss.

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seungcheorry · 1 month

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woozi putting an expensive bag in front of you without saying a word, during a dinner. you lift an eyebrow at him, but he just shrugs, going back to the menu in his hands - he pretends he doesn't know that you know he's just acting like the gift isn't a big deal, like he isn't nervous on the inside.

woozi trying not to smile when he sees your reaction at the new wearables he bought for you (earphones, new charger, everything you complained that it wasn't functioning right). the way you gasp and look at him like you're annoyed... god, it makes him fall in love all over again.

"why?", you ask him. again, woozi shrugs. there's not really a reason, but if he had to give you one... "because you need those? because you're broke?", he jokes. "because i love you?".

and he does, so much.

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hanniedream · 2 months

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boyfriend texts with lee jihoon.

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sluttywoozi · 2 months

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Disconnected | ljh x reader

It's been three weeks since Jihoon spoke to you for longer than a few minutes, since he came to bed before you were asleep, since he looked you in the eyes and told you he loved you.

You know he does, of course, but you haven’t felt any evidence of it lately.

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~5.0k | Pairing: ljh x reader | Genre: hurt/comfort, angst, smut

Warnings: distant!neglectful!jihoon, eating issues, marriage problems, anxiety, partial solving of marriage problems, small mention of pregnancy/having kids (like one part of a sentence)

Smut Warnings: body worship, breast play, biting/marking, oral f. rec., fingering

Reader Notes: has breasts and a vagina, there’s a shower scene where reader takes care of their hair and i believe it should work for different textures but if it doesn’t lmk, chubby but its not a plot point

You look across the dining table at Jihoon, finding him absorbed in his phone as he chews and taking the chance to stare at him for just a bit longer.

He doesn’t spare you a glance, and your eyes go to your untouched food. You haven’t been hungry lately, eating is the last thing on your mind when you’re feeling like this, when he’s spending most hours of the day at the studio, and devoting the remaining time to anyone but you.

It's been three weeks since he spoke to you for longer than a few minutes, since he came to bed before you were asleep, since he looked you in the eyes and told you he loved you.

You know he does, of course, but you haven’t felt any evidence of it lately.

This is the life you signed up for, you try to remind yourself, but that doesn’t make it better. It doesn’t soothe the caustic burn in your throat that always comes when you’re suppressing tears, or make his side of the bed warm when you slide under the covers alone, and it especially doesn’t remind him to text you more than the stilted responses you’ve counted yourself lucky to receive.

But here he is, tapping away at his phone and shoveling bites of the food you cooked for him into his mouth, too engrossed in whoever he’s texting to even notice your gaze on him. You doubt he’ll realize you’ve gotten up until he’s finished eating, so you scoot away from the table and take your food to the kitchen.

There’s no point in letting it sit out when you’re not going to eat it, and you’re beginning to find you can hardly even bear the smell with your stomach roiling like this. You tilt your plate over the glassware, scraping your dinner into the dish and closing the lid with a click before storing it in the fridge with a sigh.

Now that Jihoon is home and fed, you don’t really know what to do with yourself.

While he’s gone, you take care of things around the house, do some freelance writing, tell yourself that maybe today, he’ll come home and be like he used to be.

Then when he does come home and greets you with a distracted hello and a flash of a kiss on the cheek before heading into his home studio, you find yourself feeling bereft, listless, just like you do now.

You suppose you could take a shower, maybe let a few tears slip under the cover of the water, blame your red, swollen eyes on shampoo, not that he’d bother to ask. Or even notice.

With your mind only half made up, you float on mindless feet to the bedroom and peel the clothes from your body, stopping by the dresser to grab some pajamas. You can hear utensils clacking against porcelain, so you know he’s still eating and likely won’t be coming into the bathroom at least until you’re done.

You don’t know why, but when he’s distant like this, you don’t like to let him see you naked.

Maybe it’s because you already feel stripped to your nuts and bolts, maybe it’s because he doesn’t feel like your Jihoon. Either way, you prefer to be clothed around him, to at least have one extra barrier between him and you lest he see how vulnerable and unguarded you are.

The shower is comforting, warm enough you can almost pretend it’s his arms around you instead, though you stop yourself every time, unwilling to endure the pain once the fantasy fades. You hug yourself, try to hold your broken pieces together as water rains down on you and tears start to bubble over.

Biting back a sob, you take in a shuddering breath and reach for your shampoo, telling yourself that you’ve gotten through this before and you will again. Every time you hear those words in your mind, they feel a little less true, a little less sure.

You step back under the flow of water, rinsing the suds from your hair and squeezing out the excess moisture before coating the strands in conditioner. It needs to sit for a few minutes so you let yourself sink down to the heated tiles of the shower basin, shifting out of the spray and resting your back against the bench.

You tuck your knees up, loosely wrapping your arms around them and staring into the mist as if it contains the solutions to all of your problems. Your mind wanders back to Jihoon, and you feel your heart drop into your stomach as you wonder how much longer you realistically can take this.

It’s not like you haven’t talked to him about it before. The first time it happened was early in your relationship, maybe around the one year mark. You suffered in silence for a month, wondering if something had changed, if he’d met someone else, if he didn’t want you like he used to. You were close to breaking it off when he finally came out of it, apologizing for going radio silent on you and telling you it wouldn’t happen again.

And for two years, it didn’t. For two years, he was perfect, and present, and near ecstatic to show you his love. Then, it happened again, though you only let it last for two and a half weeks before you sat him down and told him you needed him to come back, to figure out how to balance music and you, how to make his life with you work with his life outside of you, even when it gets busy.

He agreed, and instantly made a change for the better, showing you how willing and able he was to manage his relationship with you and his work. That’s partially why this time is so painful - you know he’s capable of putting in the effort, you just don’t know if he can recognize when he’s not.

And it might be immature, it might be selfish, it might be both, but this time, you want him to figure it out on his own. You want him to see that he’s neglecting you, and make the change without you having to ask him to, even if it means you suffer in the meantime.

You grab your comb from the ledge and start detangling your hair, almost thankful for the tears that arise because they mean you’re crying about something other than him, for once. When the comb glides, you hold it under the water to clean it off, setting it back on the ledge and begrudgingly rising to your feet.

Your head tilts back as you rinse, your hands smoothing over your hair until the silky feeling of the conditioner washes out. You give your body a good scrub, rubbing with your exfoliating gloves until you feel brand new before stepping back under the water and letting it all wash down the drain.

You stare at the running water for a while, your thoughts as difficult to pin down as the droplets racing toward the small grate in the floor. The shower won’t run cold, not with the two heaters Jihoon had installed when you were building the place, so there’s nothing but the fear of wasting water keeping you from staying in the safe, spacious cubicle for the rest of the night.

Unfortunately, you didn’t grow up in a wasteful household so you can’t linger, shutting the shower off now that you’re done and reaching for your leave-ins. You layer them into your hair and squeeze out the extra water, wrapping your head up in a turbie twist and grabbing a towel from the warmer.

Draping it over your shoulders, you hug yourself again, staring at your shivering form in the slowly defogging mirror and wishing you had Jihoon to hold you instead.

Even with that wish, you still jump and suck in a sharp gasp when he appears in the doorway. Immediately, you tuck the towel around yourself, hiding your body from him and looking anywhere but into his eyes. Your shoulders bunch up in discomfort, the skin fully exposed thanks to your wrapped hair, the lingering drops of water feeling like ice under his gaze.

His eyebrows furrow, his mouth opening as if to speak, before he closes it and averts his eyes, murmuring, “I, uh… came to tell you I would be in my studio for a few hours.”

You don’t know why he’s warning you, he never does when he’s absent like this, but you quietly say, “Okay,” waiting for him to leave so you can get dressed.

Except he doesn’t. He just stands there, halfway in the door, halfway out, his gaze barely to the left of you and suddenly deep, dark, like a bottomless well.

You feel like you can’t breathe trapped in here with him like this, with your ghost of a husband. More than that, you feel exposed, your frayed nerves sparking with the urge to flee, his presence eliciting your fight or flight response. You should leave out the fight, this time, considering the fact that you’d almost rather perish than speak to him further at this moment. How far could you get, you wonder, before he’d notice?

Tomorrow, when he’s wrapped up in his work again, maybe you’ll catch a train, a plane, go somewhere warm and sunny, somewhere that isn’t here.

“I’m doing it again, aren’t I?” He asks slowly, his dark eyes sharp on you through the mirror, knowing.

And this is what you wanted, isn’t it? You wanted him to figure it out on his own, to put it together without you spelling it out for him, but now that he has, you don’t know what to do. So, you just nod, grabbing your pajamas off the vanity and locking yourself in the closet so you can finally change, finally cover yourself up, finally have another barrier between you and Jihoon.

When you finish getting dressed and taking care of your hair, you find yourself almost scared to open the doors, not knowing what will be waiting for you when you come out. Still, you take a deep breath and wade through the anxiety, pushing open the doors and stopping short when you realize the bathroom is empty.

Maybe he went into his studio anyway.

Maybe he doesn’t care, maybe he’s tired of having someone who requires his attention, his affection. Maybe he doesn’t love you like he used to, and just doesn’t know how to say it.

You’ve worked yourself into a state of numb teariness by the time you enter the bedroom and find him sitting on the duvet, his head in his hands and his back to you. He jumps to his feet when he hears you, rushing over and taking hold of your hands to guide you to the bed. Confused, you let him push your shoulders down, watching as he settles on his knees in front of you and takes your hands again.

“Baby, I’m sorry,” he says emphatically, his voice choked up and his face tight with anguish. “I - I never should have let myself get so focused on work. I knew that I missed you, but I didn’t realize how bad it was until you left in the middle of dinner.”

Huh. You didn’t think he’d notice.

“I finally looked up from my stupid fucking phone and you were gone, and I could hear the shower running so I came to check on you, and I heard you crying,” he bites his lips between his teeth and looks away, his eyebrows pushed together and his face slowly reddening. You realize he’s trying not to cry, himself, and start to pull your hands from his so you can cup his face.

He doesn’t let you, his grip too strong for you to break and his eyes angry when he looks back at you, though you know better than to think he’s angry with you. “You shouldn’t need to comfort me right now, I should be comforting you. I’m the one that fucked up, that’s been fucking up.”

You don’t speak, assuming he wants to get all of this out at once. He takes a deep breath before continuing, “When I heard you crying, I started thinking about the past few weeks, and I realized how absent I’ve been. I can’t even remember the last time I really kissed you, and that’s ridiculous. I’m your husband, I should be kissing you and telling you I love you every single fucking day, cherishing you like you deserve, reminding you how grateful I am that you’re in my life.”

“I’m lucky you didn’t fucking leave,” he all but sobs, his face crumpling as he turns and hides his face from you in his shoulder. Again, you try to take your hands back, and this time, he lets you. He lets you cup his cheek and swipe away the tears that fell, he lets you pull him up until he’s sitting next to you, he lets you tug him into your arms and hold him close.

He shudders against you, burying his face in your neck and wrapping his big arms around you, lifting and rearranging you so you’re sitting in his lap instead of next to him. You wish you could get closer but you can’t, your chest is already pressed to his and your hips are aligned, your knees folded on either side of his body as he holds you.

“I love you too much to ever leave, Jihoon,” you sigh, leaving out the fact that you did briefly consider it before bundling him up in your arms when that just makes him shudder out a sob and hold you tighter.

“I love you so fucking much, and I swear on everything, I will never let this happen again,” he promises, and this time, you really think it might be true.

You spend the rest of the night together, laying in bed. Sometimes you just stare at each other, sometimes you talk, sometimes you laugh. You even cry once out of sheer relief, a brief catharsis that makes Jihoon tear up and hold you so tight, you can’t breathe.

When it’s time to go to sleep, he strips to his boxers and wraps himself around you, his body more on your side of the bed than his. It’s like he can’t stand to be separated from you now that he’s brought himself back, now that he’s realized how far away from you he was. You think he might even climb into your skin, given the chance.

You rest better than you have in weeks, sleeping soundly through the whole night with his breaths on the back of your neck and his arms wrapped around you, and when you wake, he’s still there.

You’ve changed positions, shifted to lay on his chest with an arm and a leg thrown over his body. He’s awake already, one elbow bent behind his head as he stares at you, and after you check the time, you ask, “Don’t you have to go into the studio today?”

“No, I told them I wasn’t coming in when I woke up,” he smiles softly, tracing his fingers up and down your back, making you shiver against him.

“When did you wake up?” You ask, slightly confused because you normally rise before him, especially on days he has to work.

“Like an hour ago, had a nightmare,” he murmurs, making your eyebrows furrow in concern. His fingers stop drifting over your back and come up to smooth away the wrinkle in between your eyebrows as he says, “It’s my own fault.”

“You can’t be at fault for having a nightmare, Jihoon,” you remind him gently, tilting your face into his hand when he cups your cheek.

“I can be when the nightmare is that you packed a bag and left,” he says distantly, like his mind is far away. “I haven’t been able to take my eyes off you since it woke me up.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” you promise him. “This just can’t happen again, especially now that we’re married.”

“I know,” he agrees in a soft voice, his face pensive. “I think we, or maybe I, should go to couples counseling.”

You hum, biting your lip as you think it over. His thumb tugs at it, pulling down until you’re no longer digging your teeth into the flesh. “I think that’s a good idea. For both of us.”

“I’ll do some research then,” he smiles down at you, brushing his thumb over your slightly indented bottom lip. You smile back, rising up on your elbow to lean in and press your lips to his.

This is the first kiss you’ve shared since the rushed, absentminded peck you got yesterday morning, and Jihoon must realize because his hand forms around your cheek again and his fingers slide into your hair, pulling you closer and holding you there.

You can feel all the love, the devotion, the adoration he’s pouring into it, his sunshine glowing through the fractures in your heart and slowly filling them in, like dandelions growing in the cracks of a sidewalk.

Time slips away and your thoughts do too, your brain empty but for Jihoon as he kisses you breathless. Your elbow starts to shake, the position a bit awkward for you to be putting all of your weight on it, and he, of course, notices. You don’t expect him to roll over and brace himself above you, his body held away from yours by sheer strength, so you gasp when you find yourself under him, surrounded by him.

It’s slightly overwhelming, being so utterly ensconced by him, but you love it, would stay here huddled under him for the rest of time if you could. The world could be falling apart around you and you wouldn’t have a clue, you’re so entranced by him.

“Baby, I don’t deserve it, but… I want to show you how much I love you. Can I?” He asks sincerely, his voice wavering with emotion. You’re about to answer with a vehement yes before he continues, “If you’re not ready, I won’t ask again, I’ll let you come to me.”

You won’t remind him that this is (partially) what you’ve been wanting for the past month, instead telling him, “I’m ready, Jihoon. I want you to show me.”

His smile is nearly blinding, so wide and bright you want to shield your eyes, though you wouldn’t miss a second of this, of him, for anything.

He kisses you again, sipping from your lips like they hold the nectar of the gods, like you’re his salvation, and you kiss him back in much the same way, your eyes fluttering shut and your arms coming up to wrap around his neck.

One hand delves into his hair when he trails kisses across your cheek and over your jaw, his mouth suctioning over your pulse point so he can feel your heart beat for him. And maybe it does, maybe that’s why you feel so lifeless without him, so faint, as if a strong gust of wind could blow you away.

But it’s also why you feel so vibrant now, why you’re lit up from the inside, why the effects of his love shine through every pore.

His mouth meanders to the spot under your ear that always makes you shiver, and he spends eons there, licking and sucking and biting until you’ve got your legs wrapped around his waist and his name on your lips.

By the time he moves on to your breasts, you’re dazed, barely able to help him take off your pajama shirt. He has to straddle you to free up his hands and tug it off, and you come back online just in time to watch his eyes darken as they drag over your exposed skin. You’re not shy anymore, content to lay there and let him look his fill, your hands resting above your head, lifting your breasts.

His hands cover them before his lips do, his palms warm and soft where they cup the weighty flesh, squeezing gently as his thumbs brush over your pebbled nipples. He leans down to suck one into his mouth, taking deep pulls that make your back arch into him as the sensation sparks through you. He can’t seem to settle on one side, always switching so neither are neglected, your breasts marked up and spit slick by the time his kisses start to dot your stomach.

He’s always been vocal about how much he loves your belly, loves the soft pudge and the way it contracts when you laugh, loves filling it with food and covering it with kisses, would someday love to watch it grow with life. It’s no surprise when he settles between your legs and spends almost as much time on your stomach as he did on your breasts, his lips tracing every stretch mark and his teeth sinking into every curve.

You’re trembling when he finally moves on to your hips, his fingers hooking in the waistband of your pajamas and starting to pull. You lift your ass to help, remembering at the last second that you put panties on too last night, unlike usual. Jihoon doesn’t seem to mind, kissing you over the fabric before pushing your legs apart and nipping a line up the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.

He soothes the sting with his lips and tongue, working his way up to the apex of your thighs and licking you over the fabric when he gets to your covered cunt. You’ve grown wet enough for a small patch to form on the seat of your panties, and Jihoon uses the damp material to his advantage, firming his tongue and digging it into where he knows your entrance is.

The feeling is soft, muted, but still good, and you can’t help but bring a hand down to tangle your fingers in his long, loose hair. He turns his head and presses one last kiss to your thigh before reaching up and starting to pull your panties down, his eyes heated and dark and laser focused on your pussy as it’s revealed to him.

The underwear has barely cleared your feet when he pushes your legs apart again and leans down to suck in a deep breath through his nose, smelling your arousal and groaning before dragging his tongue through your folds for a taste. The noise that escapes him now is more like a whine, a punched out sound that comes from deep within his lungs, his fingers spasming on your thighs as he dips his tongue into your entrance.

He’s barely started but you’re already moaning, already wanting for more, already on the verge of begging for his mouth around your clit or his fingers inside. He gives you neither, relearning the shape of you with lips and teeth and tongue, one of his hands shifting to your pussy so he can spread you apart and taste every square millimeter.

It feels like a lifetime before he finally wraps his lips around your clit and sucks, and your response is instantaneous. Your back arches, your fingers clench in his hair, and your thighs snap closed around his head, making him push them apart with both hands, your pleasure soaked muscles no match for his.

He brings you up just like this, with his palms pressing your thighs apart and his mouth on your clit, sucking and tapping and licking until you feel waves of bliss wash over you in a gentle release that leaves you floating.

That’s just the beginning, you learn, as he lets one thigh fall so he can slide a finger into your still fluttering walls, his lips vibrating around your throbbing clit in a groan that you echo softly. He moves slowly, letting his finger glide in and out even though you both know you’re more than ready for another.

“Jihoon, please,” you begin, lightly tugging on his hair, about to ask him for more.

“You don’t need to beg, baby,” he murmurs into you, sinking a second finger inside on the next stroke and spreading them to open you up. It’ll take more than two fingers to prepare you for his cock after three weeks of nothing, so you lay back and relax, content in the knowledge that soon enough, you’ll have everything you want.

His fingers crook inside of you, stroking along your front wall, feeling for that patch of nerves inside that makes you gush for him. He finds it easily, his calloused, practiced fingertips rubbing and grinding into it, and you can feel the arousal seeping out of you, know it’s probably gathering in his palm now.

He doesn’t care, doesn’t ever care how messy you get him, has even said he loves being coated in you by the end, loves tasting and feeling the physical evidence of how much you want him. It’s obvious in the way he moans when his mouth returns to your pussy, his tongue dipping between his fingers to get a taste at the source before laving up to your clit and wrapping his lips around it.

He sucks hard, and you can tell that he’s starting to lose patience, to lose control, his hunger for you beginning to overcome his desire to be slow and gentle and sweet. That’s more than alright with you, Jihoon has spent enough time showing you how much he loves you, now you’re ready for him to show you how much he wants you too.

When he withdraws his hand and returns with a third finger, you know it won’t be long before he’s filling you with his cock, and you can feel yourself get wetter at the thought. You almost want him to just give it to you now, to work himself inside even if you have to stretch around him, even if it hurts a little.

But you know he’s on a mission so you let him carry it out, sighing at the sensation of false fullness as that burning coil starts to form in your stomach. It winds tighter and tighter as he slides his fingers in and out, every dig of his fingertips into your sweet spot making you gasp and pull his hair. Soon enough, you’re holding him in place and he’s letting you, grunting and groaning as you begin to roll your hips into his movements, his fingers precise and his mouth devastating.

Finally, the coil catches flame and snaps, making your back arch and stealing every last thought in your mind as you cum so hard, you almost force his fingers out. He’s still stronger than you though, so he fights through your tightness to keep fucking you with them, bringing you through your orgasm and slowing only when you release his hair and pet his head with clumsy hands.

When Jihoon comes to hover above you, you’re close to crying, so wrought with feelings and passion and love, you almost can’t handle it. But his face is glistening with you, practically dripping, which makes you choke out a laugh and sweep your finger along his jaw.

You had planned to wipe it off on the duvet but he takes your hand and sucks your finger into his mouth, his eyes locked with yours, the darkness in them vast enough that you fear you might get lost.

He releases your finger and presses his slick lips to yours, his tongue delving into your mouth so you can taste yourself. He cups your cheek with his non-sticky hand and tilts your head, changing the angle of the kiss and making it even deeper, eliciting a quiet moan from you as your legs hitch up on his waist and your arms wrap around his neck.

You flex your legs, trying to bring his hips down to yours, but he stays braced over you, his body still inches away when you want him to be so close, you can’t tell where he ends and you begin.

“Jihoon, I want you,” you break away to breathe, gazing into his eyes and watching as he wars with himself.

“I don’t feel like I deserve you right now,” he admits solemnly, his eyelids fluttering when you shift one hand down to touch his rock hard cock.

“What if I think you do?”

“I’m glad you feel that way, but I just wanted this to be about you. I think we should wait,” he gets quieter at the end, as if he’s afraid of your response, and you can’t push him, not when it seems like he thinks you’ll be upset with him for saying no.

“Okay,” you sigh, only the slightest bit of dejection seeping into your voice, though you try not to let it come through.

“Thank you, baby,” he whispers before kissing you again. “Why don’t you get the bath started while I deal with this? I’ll come join you after.”

“That’s a good plan,” you smile softly up at him, craning your neck for one last peck before he climbs off of you and lets you go.

You slide to the edge of the bed and stand, about to hobble on shaky knees over to the bathroom when he catches your hand and pulls you between his legs.

“I love you, so fucking much,” he says, his voice wavering and his eyes watery when they meet yours.

You let the words wash over you like an ocean wave, the sentiment cleansing and healing and refreshing to your still-bruised spirit.

“I love you, Jihoon,” you squeeze his hand and lean in when he pulls you, his lips meeting yours before they press to both of your cheeks and your forehead in sweet kisses.

With your heart full of love and light, you make your way into the bathroom and start the tub, focusing on the sound of rushing water and valiantly trying to ignore the muffled noises coming from the bedroom.

You’ve waited for Jihoon before, you can wait for him again.

AN: don't look at me im self soothing

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w--zii · 10 days

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a surprise

bf!jihoon x fem!reader

[minors dni]

smut warning: needy jihoon lol. male masturbation. audio recording, thats all. let me know if theres more.

vc: 530

being away from you... wasn't his favourite. even though most of the time he was in his studio creating masterpieces, barely coming home or having time for you, when things aren't in his control it drives him mad.

this is one of those times. he is aching for your touch. palming himself through his pants, he's been staring at white ceiling for 15 minutes now. with a crying groan he took his phone from nightstand and checked if he has any new messages from you. zero, of course, you are probably overworking yourself again, he thought.

jihoon's mind raced as he lay there, his thoughts consumed by images of you. the memory of your touch on his bare skin, your scent, the way you looked at him every time you took him inside your mouth, feeling your tongue on his pink-ish head.. all the thoughts fueled his desire even more. (he has a tent now)

his fingers tapping on the screen as he navigated to the voice recording app. all his song drafts welcomed him. with a smirk on his face he pressed start button and set down the phone beside his head, where the microphone can get every single sound he makes. now some pant unzipping sound can be heard. he took his cock out and gave it couple of strokes. he brought his hand mouth to spit on his fingers, especially leaning towards mic.

his slutty smirk never left his lips. he started smearing his precum all over his head, small whines leaving his mouth, he felt his heart beating faster. how many days its been since he grew this horny? he doesn't even know anymore. all he knows is how he wants you on top of him.

hand tightening around his cock, he couldn't let go of the image of your warm throat welcoming him. he didn't hesitate to make noises, even he's making sure that you can hear how needy he is for you when you listen to it.

his hands fastened as his desire for a release grow bigger. he let out breathy moans every 2 seconds, making every noise known to humans. he slowed down his movements to edge himself, moaning your name and mumbling about how much he needs you, misses your tight cunt around him. he knows that if you were to be with him here right now, you'd get bratty and torture him, of course, only to get punished afterwards. but anyway.

“y/n.. princess, i wish you were here.”

“wouldn't you want to suck me off, hm?”

“i know you miss my cock.”

“a–ah, y/n”

“i'd rather cumming on your pretty tits than my own hands..”

“mmh. my slut. i miss you.”

and.. more of him yapping....

he let out his hungry groans as hips chased his hands, bucking and going after his climax. long ropes of cum covered his stomach, glistening and making an absurd shape, it was sad that you weren't there to lick him clean. he rested both of his hands on sides as he ride though the orgasm.

he stopped the recording with his clean hand and continued staring at the ceiling. proud of his actions (lol).

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one more day | two | ljh

pairing: jihoon x f!reader genre: angst word count: 5.3k summary: every day jihoon has to make you fall for him again a/n: this was very much based on fifty first dates, but much more dramatic than the movie. i don't go deep into things (trying not to spoil it (?)), i didn't get technical about it as this was written just for fun. i hope you enjoy it. ↳ part one

He stirred awake, the sunlight touching his face in the most obnoxious way possible. Get new blinds, Jihoon made a mental note. He hated waking up in the morning with the sun blinding him like that. It felt weird and wrong, and he knew that you hated it too. But maybe that was exactly why he was avoiding getting new curtains. Because waking up in someone else's bed was already terrifying enough, doing so in the dark was even worse.

So, even though he hated it, he never brought himself to get new blinds.

For the first time in months, Jihoon felt your arms around his waist, squeezing him for a second before letting go. But you never really pulled your arms away. Instead, you grazed his ribs with your fingernails.

A long time ago, that was how he knew you were waking up. He refused to hold on to hope, to let even a single drop of it run into his bloodstream.

Jihoon loved you, so much. When he said for better or for worse, he meant it with all of his soul. However, no amount of love could make him blind though. At least, not anymore. He spent years thinking that there would come a day when you would just remember them, him and Lola. That one you would just wake up and remember them, or during the day something would trigger you, a memory and you would come back to them.

But this hope, he decided, was in vain.

Your fingers stilled in his ribs and you gasped, sitting up. Jihoon took a deep breath, knowing exactly what was about to happen.

"Shit, shit, shit" you pushed the covers away and stood up, there was a pause and then you said "Jihoon, if this is a joke, it's a great one but I don't have the time right now."

He opened his eyes and sat up too, his heart hammering inside his chest. He looked at you with wide eyes, as you stood next to the bed, hands on your hips as you looked around the room.

For the first time in seven years, when your eyes finally set on him, he saw recognition. You looked confused, yes, but it seemed like you knew who he was. He stood up too and slowly walked to you.

"How did you even do this?" you asked, smiling at him, your hand running through his hair once and then falling on his shoulder, where you squeezed him "This is great, you know? You look great. And even though I'm super curious about how you did all of this, I'm late for class."

He pulled you close to him, one of his arms around your shoulders and the other one around your waist. You let out a giggle, your hand on his hair, running through the tangled strands.

"I really like the long hair, maybe you should consider growing it" you tipped your head slightly, placing a sweet kiss on his neck, and whispered against his skin "I really am late, though."

Jihoon couldn't hold back anymore. His throat was constricted, a lump the size of his fist made it hard for him to breathe, let alone speak.

Finally, after so many years you were back with him. He didn't know how, he didn't know why either.

The past couple of months had been somehow easier, if such a thing was even possible. You no longer felt the need to run to Bella as soon as you woke up. Yes, you still freaked out when you woke up, but once you watched the video you seemed calmer.

Some sort of routine had been made and your days were spent mostly with Jihoon at the shop, and Lola too on the weekends. You had managed to insert yourself even more in your daughter's life and Lola couldn't be happier. Somedays you made Lola breakfast but every single night the two of you watched a movie together, whichever Lola was obsessed with at the moment. The little girl took full advantage of the fact that you didn't remember the movie of the night before, so she just asked to watch it again and again. Somedays you figured out her plan and just laughed it off.

Jihoon wasn't able to hold back his tears anymore and his entire body shook. When was the last time he cried over the situation? He couldn't remember. His best guess was when you first had the accident. After that, he never allowed himself to cry again, not when he had a baby in his arms that needed his full attention, and you were still healing. He had no time to dwell on his own hurt and pain.

"Jihoon?" you pulled away from him, or as much as you could with the way he held onto you "Baby, you're scaring me. What is going on?"

With a little effort, you managed to pull back, holding his face in your hand. He looked entirely distressed, his eyes red and face wet with tears. You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his, then his cheeks. Even though he tried, Jihoon wasn't able to hold back the sob that escaped him.

"I missed you so much" he managed to say, "So much, you have no idea."

Seeing Jihoon in such a distressed state, you just hugged him, not sure what was happening but certain that he needed you. His entire body shook with his quiet sobs and his arms squeezed you almost too tightly.

At that moment, the school and students were the least of your worries.

"Tell me what's wrong, please" you urged him "I can't help you if I don't know what's going on."

You could only hope that your touch was as soothing as you wanted it to be. You had never seen him like that before. Jihoon always took pride in the fact that he almost always managed to keep his cool in situations. But long gone was calm and collected Jihoon.

"I need you to listen to me, okay? Really, truly, listen. Because everything that I'm about to tell you is going to sound insane" he said as dried his tears with the collar of his shirt.

You allowed Jihoon to push you down until you were sitting on the bed and nervously tugged at the hem of your t-shirt. You had no idea how you ended up in that pajama. Your mind told you that the night before you had worn a nightgown to bed, but you wore a simple t-shirt and sweats.

Everything in the room was different as well, every piece of furniture and almost all decorations. The blinds were gone, the sheets were different, new. The room had a light pink tone, that awfully reminded you of the apartment you used to share with Bella back in college — a tone and color that you had grown to hate over the years. The small pile of baby clothes that were supposed to be on the chair close to the door wasn't there, in fact not even the chair was in the room.

"What do you remember from last night? What did we do?" he asked.

Jihoon pushed your hair off your shoulder, and you realized that your hair too was longer than the night before. It didn't go unnoticed as well that he hadn't taken his hands off of you, even for a second. Your hair, face, arm, hand. Jihoon was somehow touching all of you.

"We went on a date last night, our first one since Lola was born" you furrowed your eyebrow at him "We freaked out mid-dinner and went back to pick her up from Mingyu's place, which was probably a reckless idea, but we said yes because Joshua said that we would supervise. We were gone for an hour and a half, at most. Then we came back home"

He nodded, seemingly understanding everything you were saying. Jihoon took a deep breath, his thumbs tracing small circles on your sweaty palms.

You were scared of whatever it was that he wanted to say. Judging by the look on his face it couldn't be anything good.

"We should go check on Lola, right? It's late, she's probably awake already."

Jihoon just shook his head and held you in place.

"Lola is fine, don't worry. I don't even know how to…" he closed his eyes for a second and looked back at you again, his eyes once more filled with tears "That happened years ago. The day after we went on the date, you woke up late for work, your alarm didn't go off. You still made it to school on time, taught your classes, and decided to stay a little longer because you had some tests to grade. On your way home, there was an accident."

Jihoon moved your hand to your head, where he used the tip of his finger to find a scar that started on your hairline. He watched as your face contorted, clearly feeling the scar there but not knowing where it came from.

"A truck hit you from behind and because that day you weren't wearing a seat belt, you flew across the windshield. You were in a coma for five months and when you woke up you had no idea who we were, you only remembered Bella and your parents. To you, you were still in college. A weird joke or not, your last memory was the day before we met."

You wanted to believe that it was a joke, that none of it was actually true. That somehow, he and Jeonghan had managed to pull the perfect joke, from the Jihoon’s hair, to how everything in the room looked wildly different. But you knew the man in front of you, you knew your husband and how he worked. And while Jihoon was someone who occasionally enjoyed a good prank, he was also someone who took things very seriously and, in that moment, — maybe even more than any other since you met him — he was more serious than ever.

His eyes were focused on yours, begging you to believe in him, even if he sounded insane. And Jihoon knew that he did sound like he had completely lost his mind. One just doesn’t wake up one day and just has no memories of the past seven years. However, he never thought that he would have you back, and yet there you were. Yes, sure, you didn’t have all of your memories but the little he had in that second was more than what he had for the past seven years.

“What happened after that?” you asked, hand still on your head, tracing the scar.

As random as it may sound, for a moment your mind went to the thought of being bald. It was a topic of a joke once upon a time, between you and Jihoon. He had promised to love you even if you went bald, out of desire or not. The image of him caressing your hairless head suddenly took over your mind.

“When you woke up, you didn’t have any idea of who I was. You thought that I was a nurse or a doctor, and when I tried to explain to you what was going on, you freaked out on me. Then, we found out that you couldn’t retain memories once you fell asleep” the gasp that left your lips was involuntary, but Jihoon didn’t stop, once he started to talk there was no way for him to stop “The next morning we had the exact same interaction. And the morning after that, and then on the third morning as well. The doctors didn’t know what was wrong. While they said that memory loss was a possibility, they didn’t think that something like that would happen. They did all the tests and exams they could think of, and all of them came back normal. So, all we had left was hope, that one day you would remember us. Me.

“After you were discharged, your parents took you home. We talked and they insisted that being around them, people you remembered was better for your recovery. We, Lola and I, went there every night to have dinner with you. You had no idea who I was but your interactions with Lola were different. Of course, you didn’t remember the night before, but somedays you remembered a child. Your mom said that suddenly you’d say that you dreamed of a baby, a girl. Finally, after six months, I brought you home.”

He smiled at you, as if the memory was a good one, but it was hard to think of it that way. You couldn’t begin to understand what he had gone through.

At the same time that his words were laced with pain, there was also a trace of hope in them. And God, just so much love. It was in the way he held your hands, his fingers tracing the lines on your palms as he had done from the first moment he held your hand, in the way he slowly scooted closer to you, in the way he was attentive to your every move because he knew that his words might be too much.

“How long have I been like this?

“It’s been seven years since the accident.”

Like he did every day, Jihoon pressed his forehead to his bedroom door, listening to his wife watching the video he made long ago.

For years, he imagined what it would feel like when you finally woke up and remembered him. His mind came up with crazy scenarios each time, but the reality of it all was very similar to his everyday routine. Him explaining to you what happened, you watching the video, him going to Lola.

Jihoon thought that the situation would be louder, chaotic in more ways than one. But all of if felt oddly comfortable.

Perhaps he was finally losing his mind.

He knocked lightly on Lola’s door before pushing it open. Your daughter was sitting on her bed, her plush toys all around her. Lola was almost a carbon copy of you, except for her lips and round face, which she got from Jihoon. She looked up at him, a large smile taking over her face, while she pushed her hair away from her eyes.

“Hi princess,” he said.

Most mornings were the same with Lola. Somewhere along the way, without Jihoon ever saying anything, she started to wait for him in her room. I don’t want to scare mommy again, she said one day. She had done what every child does and went into her parents' room in the morning, after waking up, because she just wanted cuddles. But when you saw her, you got scared, thought to your credit you had tried to look calm. Lola had seen enough, and she never walked in again. In the cases she did need to go in, she knocked first and waited for an answer.

“Hi daddy”

Jihoon sat down by her side and Lola was more than happy to climb into his lap. She did love her mornings cuddles.

“Today is going to be a little different” he said in a hushed voice.

Lola propped her head on his chest, her big Bambi like eyes looking up at him. Her eyes were filled with hope and that scared Jihoon more than anything. He didn’t know how long it would last, the memories you seemed to have gotten back. Would it be permanent? Would you remember the day when morning came, or would they restart everything again? Was that one day just a flu or would they have the chance to finally move one and live the life you had planned?

There were way too many questions but no way at all to answer them.

“Different how?” her small fingers gripped his shirt tightly.

“Mommy remembers some things today.”

Jihoon had never seen his daughter’s eyes light up so quickly. She pulled away from him and stood on the bed, her body almost vibrating with excitement.

“She remembers me?”

“She remembers when you were a baby” Jihoon said calmly, trying to hide his smile upon seeing his daughter so bright "She remembers everything until the accident. She’s watching the video right now.”

Lola nodded, almost jumping around.

“Do I have to go to school today?” she asked suddenly, her voice “I want to be with mommy.”

Even if Lola had the most import test in the world, of her entirely life up until that point, Jihoon didn’t have it in him to send her to school, to force to be away from you when you finally remembered her.

“You can skip class today. But only today” he said once she started to jump up down, laughing almost in a frenzy “But we have to take mommy to the doctor, okay?”

She nodded again, the biggest smile on her face and she threw her arms around his neck, swaying from side to side, making Jihoon laugh.

There was a small knock on the door and a second later you pushed it open slightly, just enough to fit your head. Your eyes immediately found Lola and the tears Jihoon knew that you had been holding back since the moment he told you everything, finally fell. Yet, you didn’t look sad, not really.

It was hard for him to have any grasp of what you were thinking. It was an expression that he never seen before on your face. It was an entirely new situation, so of course the emotions would have been different.

In a second, Lola detached herself from Jihoon and ran to you. You merely had enough time to push the door open all the way and kneel down before Lola threw herself at your arms. A small sound left your lips as you closed your eyes, holding tightly onto your daughter.

Talking with Jihoon and watching the video he had made for you, although it gave you an overall grasp of the entire situation, still wasn’t enough to prepare you. Jihoon had been kind enough to show you Lola’s first steps, her first words — that somehow, despite the situation, had been mama — the first time she went to school, pictures with her friends. He had given you all the information he thought you needed from Lola, but it still hadn’t been enough to prepare you for the reality of seeing her in front of you, of holding her in your arms.

In your memory, Lola was still a baby, a very tiny one that you could hold in one arm and still have enough space. You remember being worried that she was too small and taking her to the pediatrician, everyone seemed to agree with you. She’s fine, her weight is good, she’s just little for now, she’ll grow soon.

Back then you wanted to see her grow up faster, to have run running around the house.

All of those precious moments had vanished from your memory. In fact, you were sure that some of them, if not most, you weren’t around to see happening. And yet, somehow, she still loved you.

“Hi mommy” she said against your neck.

“Hi baby”

“I don’t want to go to the doctor” you said to Jihoon, over the mug of coffee “In fact, I don’t want to see anyone who isn’t you or Lola.”

Jihoon crossed his arms, eyebrows raised. He shook his head and patted Lola’s head.

“Go change, we’re leaving soon.”

Lola’s eyes from you to Jihoon, then back to you again. She sighed but still got up from her seat and went up the stairs, slowly.

“A few days ago, you told her not to run on the stairs. So, she’s going as slowly as possible and also maybe because she wants to listen to what we’re saying” he said the last part a little louder, and Lola’s laughed echoed through the hallway.

“You’re so good with her” you said, scooting your chair closer to his.

Jihoon took your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours. It had been so long since he had done that without a drop on fear in his body, without thinking that maybe you’d pull your hand away from him.

“We should go” he said quietly, though he knew that it was useless “The doctor will probably want to run some tests, see if something has changed.”

You held Jihoon’s face into your hands, your eyes scanning every single inch of his face, before you pressed your lips to his.

“I don’t know if I’ll remember this tomorrow. I don’t know which version of me you’re getting once I wake up. I don’t want to spend the entire day in a hospital when I could be spending it with you and our daughter. And I know it’s selfish of me, I know. But I just want to be with you two today. I want to learn as much about Lola as possible. I want to remind you that even though I wasn’t really around, I still loved you so much.”

You stood up and pulled Jihoon with you, hugging him as tightly as you possibly could.

“Tomorrow then”

The entire day had been filled with laughter and just so much happiness, the purest kind of it. Instead of going out and having to deal with people, or maybe even seeing someone you knew, you and Jihoon decided that staying in was the best option for the day. You had never thought that there would be so many things to do at home, instead of sleeping or cleaning.

You had always been the kind of person that only saw home as a place you went to rest so you could enjoy the rest of your life, on the world outside.

Lola had been excited since the moment she woke up. She filled you up on everything she thought was important about her life, from her favorite color - purple - to the one time she felt sick during the night and Jihoon had been so worried that he cried. Your husband just shook his head, mouthing no, but his neck was red which meant that he was embarrassed so there probably was some truth to the story. It made angry that you had lost so much of both of them.

The three of you made lunch together, a cake in the afternoon and although the thought of cooking dinner had crossed your minds, you and Jihoon agreed on ordering in. By the end of the day, you were exhausted but you were also filled with a sort of happiness that you had never felt before.

That happiness though, was laced with fear. You were terrified of going to bed, to the point you were holding back leaving the couch. But Lola was already asleep, and Jihoon’s eyes were visibly heavy with sleep.

You kissed your daughter's head and lightly shook Jihoon awake. He looked lost for a second and the smiled at you. He kissed your cheek and stood up, taking Lola into his arms. She nested her head on his neck and wrapped her arms around him. You followed him to her bedroom and watched as he put her bed.

He did it in such a skilled way, like it was easy to balance a child in his arm while making her bed at the same time. He layed Lola down and sat by her side and you followed suit, but sat on the floor. You caressed her hair as she looked at you, blinking away her sleep.

“Do you think you’ll remember me tomorrow?”

It was the first time she had sounded sad, insecure. She had been so bright, her laugher filling the house in such a way that it almost seemed that the house itself was alive with the rest of you. She laughed just like Jihoon, the kind of laugh that made you want to laugh along even if the joke wasn’t that funny to begin with.

“I don’t know, baby” you said honestly “But if I don’t, I want you remember that I love you so so so so much and that everyday I’m trying my best to remember every thing, okay?”

She nodded and closed her eyes again, as you leaned your head on Jihoon thigh. You let the tears run down freely. Just how much had you missed of her life? Of Jihoon’s? Why had he stayed when you couldn’t remember him at all? Just how much must have he suffered just by being on side. And Lola too. You knew that it couldn’t be easy to just live with a mother that didn’t remember you, but it must have been even harder for a child, who wanted to share all of her new discoveries with her mother.

“Let’s go” Jihoon said, tugging on your hand.

Even though you wanted to stay there and just watch her sleep, you allowed Jihoon to pull you away to the bedroom. He moved around with ease, pulling clothes out from the drawers and changing into what he considered to be pijamas.

“Did you still change in front of me?” you asked.

He turned to you, a small smile on his lips as he narrowed his eyes at you.

“Are you jealous of yourself right now?” he laughed a little, finally standing in front of you between your legs.

You rolled your eyes at him but wrapped your arms around his middle, pulling his as close to you as you possibly could. His heartbeat was right above your head, but you could still hear it loud and clear, steady as it had always been.

“I don’t want to forget you again” you confessed.

Throughout the entire day you did your best to downplay the entire situation, choosing instead to focus on Lola and Jihoon, on creating memories for them, with them. You forced you mind to think only of the moment that was happening right in front of your eyes, instead of a moment you couldn’t do anything about.

“I don’t want to wake tomorrow having no idea who you are, who our daughter is. And it’s not fair to either of you. I don’t know how you stayed with me for the past seven years, why you didn’t take Lola away and raised her in a normal home. One in which her mother was just gone, instead of whatever the fuck I became” you sobbed into his shirt, gripping the fabric “I don’t want to put you through that again, not even for a day. So, you have to promise me Jihoon. If tomorrow I don’t remember you, you’re going to send me off to my parents and you’re going to raise Lola without me around.”

“I’m not going to do that” Jihoon said very calmly, his tone was cold even.

You pulled away from his and stood up, suddenly needing to move around, even if it was just a step to the left and then one back to right.

“Jihoon, you have to listen to me. This situation is not suited for a child. She has a mother that doesn’t remember her, that has no idea of what she likes or dislikes. Kids need normality growing up, routines. With me around, you can’t give her that, because every day she sees a different woman and none of them is actually her mother” you angrily pushed your tears away.

Your anger came from so many places, but it wasn’t directed at Jihoon or even caused by him. It was only at yourself. For driving in the fucking snow, for not wearing the damn seat belt, for missing years of your daughter’s life, years with Jihoon.

Even if you didn’t forget them by morning, you still wouldn’t be able to get all of those moments back again.

“Let’s say I do that, let’s say I do ship you off to your parents and take Lola away from you. Who does that help, truly? No one, yn” Jihoon put his hand on your shoulder, making you stop, his hands running up from your neck to your cheeks “Lola will still see you as her mother, I’ll still be your husband and both of us will just keep waiting for you to come back to us. The three of us are a family and we will be one until the very last moment, doesn’t matter what happens.”

To say that Jihoon had slept at all, was to lie. He wasn’t able to, even though his eyes were tired, his body was exhausted, his mind wasn’t able to just turn off, even for a moment. He spent the entire night watching you, the rise and fall of your chest as you took each breath.

Jihoon couldn’t help but to be scared of what morning would bring him. Even though he desperately wanted you the remember the day you spent together, he knew, deep down in her heart, that the possibility of that happening was very little. Or least, he thought it was, considering how the past seven years were to the three of you.

Still, there was a part of his mind, this insane part that had always been inadvertently optimistic, that hoped for good news. That wished and longed for a small crack of happiness. Just another day like that one, when he was surrounded by the two people he loved the most in life and was simply happy. In such a pure and innocent way, in a way that he thought it would never happen to him again.

It was unfair, he knew, to think that during those seven years there hadn’t been moments of happiness. Because there were, but never quite like that. It was different to have happy moments with someone who saw him as a stranger. And when you looked at him and knew who he was, who Lola was, that happiness was just bigger.

Of course, Jihoon had seen the sadness in your eyes in a few moments. You’d just watch Lola passionately talk about her friends at school and just look so sad, because you had no idea who those kids were. Jihoon knew what was running through your mind in that moment. Any decent mother would know her child’s friend. And he hated that look.

He didn’t need to dig to know that you blamed yourself for the accident. It would be a lie to say that for some time he didn’t feel somewhat of a similar feeling. If you had just worn the goddamn seat belt, all of that pain could have been avoided and the life you had dreamed would have come true. Jihoon would have made sure of that.

But in the end, an accident was just that, an accident. The man in the truck that hit you had been taken to the same hospital. The had a heart attack, it wasn’t something that he could have controlled.

Jihoon had cried and then he was forced to move on.

And now he was forced, yet again, to just accept a different reality. Maybe the woman who hugged him so tightly in her sleep would come back to him, or maybe he would have yet another version of you.

Whichever he got, he didn’t matter. He would love you regardless.

It was already past five when Jihoon managed to close his eyes for more than a few minutes. Finally, his mind had decided to just give him a couple of hours of much needed rest.

When he woke up, he was facing the sealing of your shared bedroom, your arms still around him, your leg tangled with his. He could hear your deep breaths. Slowly, as to not wake you, Jihoon turned on his side. A strand of hair covered your face, your lips slightly open. He took the time to look at you, his beautiful wife.

He felt you tap your fingers on his ribs, first the tips then the nails.

Jihoon took a deep breath.

That was it, you were waking up and soon his life could take a whole new turn or just go back to what it usually was.

Your eyes fluttered open.

“Good morning, husband”

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