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teddybearhyuk · 8 months

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Pairing: Florist!Park Jihoon x fem!Reader

Genre: Flower shop AU, smut, fluff if you squint

Summary: Your weekly visits to your local flower shop take an interesting turn when you and the florist get some time in your hands.

Word count: 8.1k

Warnings: explicit sexual content, oral sex, fingering, dirty talking, swearing, rough sex, orgasm denial, me still not being over the Blooming Treasure fits and concept

When your best friend came back to South Korea after studying in the Netherlands for a semester, you built a habit of buying her red tulips every week.

The first months of her return, she was very nostalgic of her time in the Netherlands; the friends she made there, the food, the culture, the trips and everything new that she experienced in the country. So naturally, you begun getting her the iconic Dutch flowers to cheer her up! The flowers were on the affordable side and always seemed to lift her mood, so you kept buying them for her months after she had returned and even after she was no longer yearning for Europe as much as the beginning.

You always adored flowers, but you were never one to go out of your way to buy some for your home or friends. That was until now!

The flower shop near your apartment is small, yet picturesque. It looks like it is squashed between two corporate buildings; it's existence in the busy streets of Seoul appearing almost unreal. Yet there it was, its colorful flowers decorating the bland pavement of the capital.

Two young florists are working in the shop and by that point, both have memorized your face and your weekly demand of red tulips. You don't know their names, but damn are they both cute! The taller one with the green highlights on his hair is the one teasing you the most about your tulip obsession, while the younger one with reddish-brown hair always smiles at you behind the payment counter and compliments your taste in flowers.

Today is no different as you stop at the flower shop, taking a moment to crouch and admire some flower bouquets that are on display outside the shop before going inside in search for your tulips.

"Are you looking for something?"

You immediately recognize the voice and smile knowingly as you raise your eyes to meet the mischievous ones of the tall florist. He is leaning against the door of the shop, his arms crossed in front of his shirt as he is smirking at you.

"Perhaps…" he pretends to think and you roll your eyes at his theatrics, the smile always remaining in your face.

"...red tulips?"

You chuckle and get up, "Actually yes! How did you guess?!" you tease back and his grin becomes wider.

"Lucky I guess…Or you know, I am just good like that!"

You huff but it is no secret to both of you that you are enjoying these lighthearted moments of yours. He pushes himself off the door and heads inside, with you following behind him.

He loudly sets his hands on top of the counter and the younger florist jumps up from under it. He was probably looking for something when he was startled by the noise. He rubs the back of his head and grimaces before he notices you standing behind his elder; a smile spreading across his face.

"Welcome to Blooming Treasure! Again!" he winks at you and you would look away as you blushed if it wasn't the third time he greeted you like that.

"Guess what she is here for!" the older florist tells the younger one as he leans his elbows on the counter. He takes a look at you and gives you a cheeky grin.

"Ah, yes. Her order is ready." the younger florist says just as the door opens and two teenage girls walk inside, gawking at the flowers and sometimes at the two florists too.

"Great! I will leave you to it!" the older florist says as he straightens his apron and turns towards the girls, leaving you with the younger florist. You don't miss the mischievous look he gives you before he walks away, but you resist following him with your eyes.

The brown haired florist smiles at you as he places a bouquet of red tulips on top of the counter, "That will be ₩27.000."

You pay and thank him as he wraps you the flowers, waving you goodbye till next week. On your way out, you pass the girls and the older florist, who is giving them some suggestions on indoor plants. This time you can't hold back glancing at him as you push the door open. Before you can avert your eyes, his eyes catch yours and his lips twitch upwards. He continues explaining the difference between two indoor plants as his eyes stare at you intensely. Normally, you would turn away, but this time you just feel unable to do so, giving him the satisfaction of seeing you blush under his stare.

Only when the door closes behind you do you break eye contact, taking a moment to recollect yourself before you walk away from the flower shop.

The weatherman is full of shit and you are never putting your trust in him again! These are the only thoughts swirling in your head as you run from one tiny shed to another; your umbrella forgotten at your apartment. Your efforts are in vain though as you are already soaked to the bone!

Your shoes make that awful squeaking noise with every step you take while your skirt is glued to your upper thighs, making your walking even more insufferable! Your short-sleeved shirt is sticking to your upper body and you can feel the wet material on your nipples as you had the very clever idea of not wearing a bra today. The only positive you can think of, is that the shirt is floral, conceiling your breasts for the most part, but failing to make your hard nipples invinsible.

You stop again under a shed so tiny, you can't even find the use of it. If it can't protect you from the rain, then what is it good for anyway?! You look around you and notice you are getting closer to your apartment, but even soaked wet, you don't dare to run freely in the heavy rain just to get to the safety of your home a bit earlier. You shake your head and shiver, crossing your arms and cursing under your breath -not that anyone is around to hear you!

"Are you okay?"

Or maybe you are wrong…

You whip your head around and widen your eyes as they are met with another familiar pair. The tall florist from the Blooming Treasure flower shop is standing on the doorstep of the shop a few meters away from your quivering form. He is wearing his usual light blue, long-sleeved shirt and white apron and he is holding a pair of scissors in his hands. He is carefully standing under the narrow shed of the shop as not to get wet, as he is looking at you with concern.

You blink and the raindrops that have been stuck to your upper eyelashes, slide down your cheeks. You frantically look around, only to notice that you had just hurriedly passed the flower shop in your search for shelter, deeming its narrow shed unsuitable. Behind the glass front of the shop you see all the flower bouquets and plant pots, that are usually on display outside, now resting in the safety provided by the indoors. So, that's why you didn't noticed the shop…

"Do you want to come inside?" the florist asks you after you ignore his first question and you return your focus on him.

He pushes the door half way open to put more emphasis on his words and you open your mouth to reply before you remember. You look down at your breasts, worried that your appearance if noticed by him will be judged as indecent. Maybe he is handsome and maybe you have a tiny crush on him, but you won't take it as far as flashing him indirectly.

"Are you going to continue standing there and getting wet or are you going to come inside?"

This time his tone is stern and even though you are not looking at him, you can tell that his corcerned expression has turned to a more serious one. You lower your head in an attempt to hide your sudden blush and run towards him, with your arms crossed over your chest. You refuse to raise your head and meet his eyes as you pass by him and scurry for cover inside the shop.

You hear him close the door behind you, muffling the sound of the storm outside. You stay still for a moment in the middle of the small flower shop, cherishing the warmth and, well, dryness of the place. Lost in these thoughts, you don't notice the florist till he is standing before you, frowning.

"Do you want to get sick or something?" he snaps at you and you feel your cheeks warm up from embarrashment. You don't bother hiding them this time; he will probably think there are like this from the cold.

"Sorry."

He sighs and hands you a small towel, with a few stains and torns here and there, "Don't worry, I have washed it." he assures you after he sees you hesitate.

"Thank you." you reluctantly take it and use it to wipe the water from your face. He walks behind the counter and grabs one rose from the giant pile that is laying there, cutting its stems and thorns.

"I don't have anything to give you to change out of your wet clothes." he says as he stays focused on his work, "But, you can take off your shoes if you want. I doubt the rain will stop anytime soon."

You mutter another quiet 'thank you' as you take off your shoes and socks, leaving them next to the door. You pull the hem of your shirt out of your skirt and undo a couple of buttons from the bottom part, as to not have the garment stick to your skin that much.

You glance at the florist over your shoulder, noticing that he is not paying any attention to you and is instead concentrating on his work. You bite your lip and fumble with your fingers, before you hesitantly walk towards him. You place your elbows on the counter and stare at what he is doing.

The young man has a pile of around fifty roses on top of the counter and he is focused on cutting their stems, thorns and leaves, before carefully placing them aside for an arrangement.

He glances at you, smirking, "Pretty view huh?"

You instantly tense, your eyes widening as you find yourself at a loss for words. In your stressed out state, you hear him laugh quietly while still having his eyes on the flowers.

"The roses are freshly delivered. In my opinion, they are the prettiest in this phase."

You look at him baffled before you relax your shoulders and let out a quiet sigh. He turns to look at you and laughs again.

"Did you think I was talking about something else?"

"...No." you side-eye him and look anywhere but him. You hear him hum pleased as he continues treating the flowers and you keep pretending that you are ignoring him as you scan the inside of the shop.

You stare at the walk-in cooler behind the counter and the flower arrangements in it. You have always admired the arrangements, but as beautiful as they are, they are also expensive and way out of your budget! Beside it, it is another walk-in cooler but the flowers in it aren't yet made into bouquets. It is the first time that you have payed real attention to that second cooler as you have never seen it been used for the customers.

As you catch sight of the stuffed animals and various birthday cards in the corner of the shop, you remember the younger florist, who is very much absent at this time. You turn to the florist in front of you and drum your fingers on the work table.

"So…" you titl your head, "...does your cute coworker have a day off?"

The young man stops just as he is about to cut another stem and slowly turns to you. A grin steadily grows on his face and you realize your slip; you were not supposed to say the word 'cute' aloud and he certainly wasn't supposed to hear it! You keep your composure, but you can't help move your foot nervously under the table, away from his prying stare.

"You find him cute?" he lets go of the rose he is holding and turns his whole body to face yours, leaning his left side on the counter.

You feel your face and neck start burning up as you try not to stumble over your words, "Well, he is good looking." you say with the best poker face you can pull off.

He snickers and picks up a rose, pretending to examine it, "So, that's why you keep coming back every week, huh?"

"N-No!"

He raises his eyebrows at your prompt reply and you quickly add, "Besides, he is not my type!"

"Ahh!" he nods a few times as to let the information sink in, but it is obvious he is still teasing you, "I was sure you must have another reason to keep coming back apart from the tulips, but I guess I was wrong!"

He shrugs and returns to his unfinished task with the pile of roses.

"His name is Doyoung by the way. In case you want to call him, but want to skip the cute coworker part."

Even with his head lowered to stare at the flowers, you can still see his grin as he utters that. You narrow your eyes him, crossing your arms over your chest and placing them on the right end of the work table. You feel your shirt stick to your skin and a cold shiver runs up your spine. You hope he doesn't think it is caused by his earlier words.

"Thanks, but as I said, he is not my type."

"Mmhh." is all he says, or more like murmurs, "Am I your type then?"

He still has that stupid grin on his face and you exhale dramatically, managing to contain your blush as you throw your head back, "My friend was in the Netherlands, okay?"

You can see that you piqued his interest as his eyes stay on you and you continue, "And when she came back and had trouble adjusting, I thought that hey, maybe I could cheer her up with some flowers?!"

"And you got her red tulips?" he raises one eyebrow.

"I mean…yeah? They are everywhere in the Netherlands!" you raise your hands in the air, "And she seemed to like them a lot the first time!" you shrug proudly, like you have proved your point and there is nothing he can do to deflect it.

"The first time was like three months ago!" his smugness returns and you hate how one part of you wants to slap it out of his face while another part kind of likes it. Not that you would admit that!

"And?" it turns out more aggressive than you mean it to, but you have to keep yourself together in front of him.

"Oh, I don't know! It just seems like a long time for someone to be nostalgic of a trip to Europe. And maybe a long time for someone to keep buying them flowers. Unless…" he drawls the last part, giving you a mischievous glance and waiting for you to take the bait.

You take it.

"Unless?"

His tongue darts out to lick his lower lip as he pretends to think his response and you can't help but glance at his lips. You are quick to avert your eyes back to his own, but he has caught the stubtle movement, making his grin become wider.

"Unless, there was also something else that you kept coming back for."

You roll your eyes, "I told you, I am not interested-"

Your sentence is cut short when a crash of thunder echoes all over the flower shop, making the glass doors shake. You both stare at the weather outside, as the rain seems to have gotten worse since the time you came inside the shop.

The florist sighs as he throws all the cut stems, leaves and thorns inside a huge trash bag, "I hope it's not that bad when my shift ends."

You watch him as he cleans the counter from the clutter that was on top of it, leaving only the roses on the side.

"When are you supposed to finish?"

"Well, it's 19:18...so in about one and a half hour. I am locking up at 21:00." he says as he drags the trash bag towards the wall and behind the counter, hidden from the customers point of view, "Not that with this kind of weather anyone is coming! Or leaving for that matter!" he looks at you, pursing his lips in a smirk.

You roll your eyes, trying to ignore your quickened heartbeat. Damn this man! When you turn around, he is already tidying the roses; pairing them and setting them aside for future arrangements. And as you watch him silently, you suddenly realize that all this time you haven't asked his name!

"That's a bit embarrashing but…" you scratch you arm awkwardly and he turns to look at you curious, "...could you tell me your name?"

He stares at you for a moment before he laughs loudly, making you flush in embarrassment. He sets down the rose he is holding and takes a few steps, until he is standing less than a meter in front of you. Now that he is standing so close to you, a strong smell of flowers hit your nose, blinding your senses. Maybe it should be expected when he is working half of the day in a flower shop, but it catches you off guard and you snap out of it only when he moves. He grins and extends his hand.

"Park Jihoon. Nice to meet you!"

"(Y/n)." you shyly take his hand and shake it.

You didn't expect his hands to be so rough! Not that you hadve thought of how his hands would be! But, as you hold his hand tightly, you can feel some calluses around his thumb and base of his fingers. You can't help but glance at his hand as you let go of it, getting a better look at it. You see a few small cuts- some new, some older- on his palm and fingers, probably from all the thorns and sharp tools he uses while his fingertips are green-stained.

If he noticed you staring, this time he doesn't make any clever remarks.

You raise your eyes to look at him and you find him staring at you back. You stay like that for a moment, before he smiles and takes a step back. He moves behind the work table and grabs a rose, continuing his previous work. A minute passes in silence, apart from the sound of the raging storm outside, before he speaks again.

"You know…" he drawls, not taking his eyes from the roses, "...I am not one to care about the language of flowers! In fact, I don't think that many people care about the language of flowers, but in this case I was intriged!" he stops and turns to you, waiting for a responce or a reaction.

You titl your head to the side, unsure of what he is trying to say.

"Pretty girl, coming here every week, requesting a bouquet of red tulips; as I said I was certain that it wasn't the tulips the reason why you kept coming back."

You open your mouth to protest, but he is quick to add, "I know, I know! The tulips are for your friend from the Netherlands, but till a few moments ago I didn't know that, so you can't blame me for thinking the tulips were maybe just an excuse!"

He lowers his body, placing his arms on the counter and rests his chin on his palm as he looks at you. You stay silent, waiting for him to make his point, even though you have a feeling of where this is going. Your heartbeat has already quickened, drumming in your ears.

When you make no effort of countering his words, he slowly rises up from the counter and takes a step towards you, "So, I did a little bit of research and-" he takes a step closer, "-imagine my surprise when I found what do red tulips symbolize!" and another step, almost closing the distance between your bodies.

You don't know how you manage not to back away from him, but somehow you stand your ground and keep the eye contact. He slightly titls his head and smirks, probably noticing your struggle.

"Do you know what red tulips symbolize (Y/n)?"

You swear that you actually feel lightheaded as soon as he utters these words. His voice is barely above a whisper, but he is standing so close, towering over you, that you couldn't possibly miss what he said even if you tried. You shake your head left and right, indicating denial and his grin gets even wider.

"Apparently, they symbolize passion, love and lust!" he tells you and wets his lips as he sees you becoming flustered from the revelation.

You squirm, suddenly very aware of how your wet shirt is clinging to your body and how hard your nipples are. Were they like this all this while? Jihoon keeps staring at you and you know that this time you can't avoid replying.

I didn't know, I was just buying them for my friend, would be a very simple answer and the truth, but you can't find yourself to utter these words. Time passes and the situation is dangerously close to becoming so awkward that you won't be able to recover from it when you notice a rose on the floor.

Great excuse!

"Aha!" you gabble the first thing that comes out of your mouth and duck out, bending down and picking up the flower; leaving Jihoon baffled.

The moment you kneel down, you release the breath you are holding back. You grab the rose and blink multiple times to get your head straight before you rise up. You turn to look at Jihoon, who has by now moved next to you and present him with the flower, stating the obvious.

"It was on the floor."

"...Are you serious?" he almost sounds annoyed, like he can't believe you actually did that to avoid him.

"...Well. It was on the floor."

Jihoon opens his mouth, like he wants to say 'Ah!' ,but no sound comes out. He moves closer to you, in a way trapping you between his body and the counter and gently takes the rose from your hand. His fingertips briefly brush yours and a wave of electricity runs down your body.

He brings it close to his face and inspects it before he puts it down next to the other roses. He drags his hand from the flowers till it is placed on the counter next to your side and makes eye contact anew.

"You know…" he places his other hand on your other side, essentially trapping you, "...I have a feeling you are avoiding my questions!"

"The last thing you said wasn't a question." you don't know where you found the courage to reply like that, but it is much appreciated by your inner self. With this new-found boldness, you straighten your posture and grab the work table for support.

He raises his eyebrows in amusement and chuckles, "Okay. Let me rephrase." he clicks his tongue and leans his face a bit closer to yours, "I have a feeling you are avoiding me."

"Am not." you lie, but you swear that you are totally busted by the way you are staring at his eyes.

Fuck, why did he have to be this pretty?!

"Are you sure?" he leans even closer and you are beyond doubt that if you had a measuring tape, the distance between your faces would be less than 15cm. You feel his hands closing in on you, his thumps brushing your sides.

"Mmm." you mutter, your gaze dropping to his lips as he slowly drags his teeth over his bottom one, "Maybe I am just a bit shy."

He notices your sudden change of focus from his eyes to his lips and feels his own gaze travel to your lips, "Why is that?"

You let your gaze linger for a bit more before you lock eyes with him, "Maybe because you are my type."

It is like something finally clicked. And everything happens so fast!

Jihoon's hands grab your hips and you gasp, feeling the wet material of your skirt stick to your thighs as he roughly places you on top of the counter. You feel back, eyes closing and head hitting the wooden surface of the work table. When you open your eyes you find Jihoon slightly hovering over you, eyes searching your own for any signs of pain before he finds none.

His hands glide over your thighs, pushing your skirt upwards until he has a better view of your underwear. He glances at your panties before he looks at your face again, biting his lip. Your face and neck are burning up, but right now this is the last thing on your mind. Especially, when he lowers himself, face between your thighs and one arm snaking over your right thigh, lifting it up.

You gasp loudly when his fingers touch your panties, fondling the fabric right over your clitoris.

"So wet." Jihoon murmurs and you can tell he is smirking even if you can't see him, "Is it because of me or did it get wet from all this rain?"

"Shut up!" you breathe, as he quickens the pace of his fingers on your panties.

"Oh?" suddenly his fingers are gone and you unconsciously whine, bucking up your hips, "Is me talking turning you off?" Jihoon's smirk deepens, "Maybe I should use my mouth for something else then."

Before you have time to process what he just uttered, Jihoon dips his head between your legs. With one swift move your underwear is gone and Jihoon's lips close around your clit. Your hand flies to your mouth, pressing against it in an attempt to muffle the moans that are threatening to escape.

Jihoon releases your clit, only to reconnect his tongue to it with one long, slow lick, that has you shuddering. You can practically feel him grin against your heat and your free hand jerks downwards, grabbing his dark locks and making sure his mouth doesn't go too far away from your throbbing pussy.

You are glad he doesn't comment on your reaction, but you have a feeling that he will not let what happened go that easily. But, for now you are just happy with the way he drags his tongue against your clit.

He keeps teasing you, changing unexpectedly the pace from hard swipes to quick flicks of the tip of his tongue while staying away from your vagina.

Your whole body is quivering, but Jihoon's firm grip on your thighs is preventing you from closing them around his head or moving away from the maddening drags of his tongue. Shaky moans slip past your lips and you abandon your task of dampening your voice as your hand searches blindly beside you for something to support yourself.

Accidentally, you push a few roses over the edge of the counter before you find the edge yourself and grab it for dear life as Jihoon sucks vigorously on your clit. You moan loudly, your back arching over the work table before Jihoon pulls you back down, his lips never abandoning your pussy.

Your eyes open wide the moment he slips, not one, not two, but three fingers inside you, curling them as soon as he has them bottomed out. A broken moan leaves your lips and your breaths become more frantic as he continues to lick your clit while his fingers are deep inside you, stretching you out nicely.

You are so overwhelmed by the amount of pleasure at that moment, that you don't react when the hand he had on your thigh moves upwards. It pushes past your belly, finding the end of your shirt and fiddling with the rest of the buttons as he undoes them one by one. With his head still between your legs teasing your folds, he struggles with the buttons. But when he finally reaches the top one and unbuttons it, his hand rampages on your chest.

He pushes aside your open shirt and runs his hand over your breasts, until he settles on your right one and squeezes it. You feel him sigh against your pussy and you bite down your lip to suppress your moans. The pad of his callused thumb circles your nipple, pressing down on it hard, earning a few more moans from your part.

Jihoon opens his eyes, drowning in the sight of your exposed neck as you gulp down your saliva in between breaths; your chest rising and falling heavily as his thumb caresses your nipple. He feels his dick twitch and not being able to resist it, he rises from his knees and connects his mouth with your belly, just below your belly bottom.

You raise slightly your head and your eyes lock. He sends you a toothy grin that is everything but heart-warming before his tongue slips out of his mouth and makes contact with your skin. You gasp as he licks all the way up to your breasts, never breaking your gaze until he reaches your already swollen bud and takes it in his mouth.

You whimper loudly, refusing to let your head fall back and instead you stare at him as he works on your breasts. The fingers he has in your pussy suddenly slip out before they start pistoning in and out of you, his thumb rubbing sloppily your clit. The hand that was previously on your torso, is now holding your waist tightly, fingers digging into the soft skin as he presses his body onto yours.

By the time Jihoon lets go of your right nipple and makes his way to your left one, you are degraded to a moaning mess. His teeth graze your sensitive bud before he open his mouth and sucks as much of your left breast as he can fit in his mouth. With no hands gripping at your thighs, your legs wobble on top of the counter as you feel your orgasm closing in.

Jihoon releases your nipple and attacks your neck, biting, sucking and licking around the side of it. You close your eyes as your orgasm hits you, broken moans slipping past your lips. Jihoon can feel every vibration of your body, from your moans to your trembling limbs as his face stays attached to your throat and his body close to yours.

Jihoon's fingers fuck you all the end till the end of your high, when they slowly retreat from your core and rest on top of your thigh. His mouth still roams on your neck, leaving wet kisses and soft bites behind, as you try to recollect your thoughts after the orgasm. Your chest heaves heavily as you catch your breath and for a weird reason the pressure of Jihoon's body down on yours is providing some kind of comfort.

Just as you have calmed a bit down, you feel him rise from the crook of your neck. He places his hands in each side of your shoulders, using them to support his weigh, as he towers over you. His dark hair fall partially over his eyes as he stares at your flushed face, lips tugging into a smug grin.

"You are cute when you are so vocal!" he straightens up, pushing his hair back and out of his eyes and it is then you realise he is still fully clothed. His apron is also concealing how affected he is by your little venture. You suddenly feel exposed and you lift yourself on your elbows to regain some of the upper hand.

Or at least try to.

"Well, you are not."

He raises his eyebrows and closes in on your face, arms positioned in your sides, essentually trapping you, "Yeah, I got that. You prefer it when I make a different use of my mouth, right?"

You can tell how pleased he is with himself and you give him the satisfaction of blushing at his words, "...Maybe."

Jihoon grins wide at your confession and bites his bottom lip, "Yes. Maybe…" his voice gets lower and he titls his head slightly, glancing at your lips before locking eyes with you, "Maybe I could make use of something else too." he speaks in a husky whisper and you feel another wave of arousal wash over you, drenching your pussy.

"Maybe you should." you say and with a new-found confidence, you grab his shirt and crush your lips with his.

Jihoon is caught off-guard and your chest swells in pride as he stays still even for a moment, before he recovers and tilts his head, deepening the kiss. You grab his shirt collar by both hands, pulling him closer as you lean a bit backwards. Jihoon lets you lure him closer to you, one hand gripping your waist and the other placed on the counter so that you don't fall fully backwards.

Kissing Jihoon feels exhilarating; his lips are soft in opposition to his rough kisses as he bites your lips, trying to gain access to your mouth. His tongue clashes with your own for dominance and he chuckles, finding your persistence cute, before he takes control.

Abruptly, he withdraws only to attach his lips to your neck as he pulls you back towards him. His hands find your open shirt and start tugging it down. Your let go of his collar, helping him remove your shirt as he tosses it to the side. Now it's your turn to tug at his apron, only for your efforts to go in vain. He notices your struggle and pulls away, untying the bow on the back side and smirking at you.

"Such a hurry!" he breaths as he takes it off, letting it fall to the floor, "Can't wait to see me naked?"

"Yes. Now shut up and kiss me!"

Jihoon's smirk widens and you expect a cheeky response from his part. But instead, his lips return hungrily to yours. You gasp, granting him acess to your mouth as your hands fly to the buttons of his shirt. Hurriedly you unfasten them and take the edges of the shirt out of his pants. Jihoon steps back as you peel off his shirt, revealing his upper body.

You prevent your mouth falling open in front of him, but you can't help staring. The six-pack is definitely the first thing your eyes cling to, before roaming over to his arms and torso. He has a nice body; lean, muscular. Instinctively, your fingers trace the lines of his abs, starting from the top and moving to the bottom, dangerously close to the line of his underwear, which is peaking from under his pants.

"Like what you see?" Jihoon is smirking. Of course he is!

"Do you always talk this much?" you breath out, too preoccupied with slipping your index finger under the band of his underwear to indulge in his banter.

"Aw, baby don't worry." his hand reaches for yours, palming it, before he guides it inside his boxers, "I like what I see too!" he murmurs as your fingers wrapped around his shaft.

You gasp quietly and you turn to look at him, eyes locking as he holds your hand tightly around his dick. He inspects you, waiting to see what your next move will be and your pussy tightens around nothing from excitement.

Your free hand deals with the button and the zipper of his pants, tugging them clumpsily downwards in an attempt to get rid of them. The pants roll down to his mid thighs, but that's enough space for you.

With the corner of your eye, you notice the sharp breath he takes and how his abdomen tights the moment you pull his dick out of his underwear, the tip already smeared with precum. He is relatively thick and bigger than average and you hum in satisfaction as you weigh him in your palm.

You raise your eyes to meet his gaze and squeeze the base of his cock, "Cat got your tongue?"

It's your time to taunt him now as you slowly run your hand up and down on him.

But, he sneers and your teasing doesn't last long.

His arm snakes around your waist, lifting you up from the counter and you whelp, both hands flying to your sides to balance you. With his other hand, he grabs the hem of your skirt and forcefully strips you of it, leaving you bare. He sets you down on the work table again and before you have time to recover, he tears off entirely his pants and underwear. He retrieves a condom from his wallet and tosses it to you. The next second, his shoes are gone and his hands are back on your hips.

You look at him with wide eyes and gulp, chest violently rising and falling. You blindly rip open the packaging and pull out the condom, not daring to put it on him yet.

"My tongue is right here, see?" Jihoon pulls his tongue out to show you, his finger pointing at it in case you would miss it.

"And my hands are here." he set his hand back on your hips and squeezes.

"And I am right here..." he murmurs and looks into your eyes.

His thumbs caresse your sides, slowly getting lower, towards your thighs and you feel your core drenching. You breathe deeply as you open your legs and shyly close your fingers around his member, tagging it softly forward.

"But, I need you here." you whine, glancing at your pussy and Jihoon's eyes follow not far behind. You slide the condom on his member, gazes locking again as you guide his dick to your entrance.

You take a deep breath the moment his tip touches your folds, but you don't break eye contact with him. As he slowly slides inside you, you open your mouth in a non-audible moan and notice that his mouth also falls open the moment he bottoms out.

He stays still and you let out a breath, trying to adjust to the feeling of him. He is thick and you are glad he stretched you out nicely with his fingers before.

His fingers dig in the outside of your thighs and he starts rocking you slowly on his dick. You whimper, your hands shooting to grab his shoulders for support as he keeps up that pace.

"You are so tight!"

You are about to reply when his grip on your thighs tightens and he slams his hips on yours. A loud moan slips past your lips and your hand flies to your mouth as you sense more coming. Jihoon catches your hand before it connects with your mouth, bringing it back at his shoulders and holding it there as his pace turns ruthless.

Your whole body is shaking on top of the counter as he fucks you fast and hard, your moans and whimpers filling the room. You feel yourself slipping and move your hands behind his nape for a better hold, closing your eyes.

"Look at me!"

You whole body bolts forward when his fingers rub harshly at your clit and your eyes open wide. Jihoon is looking intensely at you, nose almost touching your own, as his hips roll faster on yours.

"Good girl!"

You moan breathelessly upon hearing the praise words and he snickers. Your reaction does nothing but encourage him more and he manages to keep up with the speed he set for a bit longer. While his digits are stroking your clit, his free hand takes a fist of your hair and tugs.

You whelp as he pulls your head back, exposing your neck and diving his head, only to leave open-mouthed kisses just below your jaw. His mouth moves lower, trailing his lips over your soft skin before adorning it with bites. He finds your pulse point and sucks on it and when you cry out as planned, he giggles.

"Look at you! Taking my cock so well!"

It's really too much!

His cock, his fingers, his mouth on your neck, whispering pure filth against your skin! You really don't mean to do it, but it slips out!

You cry out his name, but it sounds more like a plea!

Jihoon doesn't hault this time; he is too deep to stop now. Instead, the hand that was tangled in your hair retreats and grabs your neck harshly. Your breath is caught in your throat as Jihoon pushes you back down on the counter, without pulling out of you.

Your back arches and you gasp; his hold is firm without blocking the air out of your lungs. Your fingers wrap around his hand as you try to catch your breath.

"Kinky!" you tease, wetting your lips and in response he grins, "I didn't know my florist was into that kind of shit!"

"Oh, baby you have not idea!" he purrs, freeing your neck and grasping your ankles.

You whelp as he puts your legs on his shoulders, your heels hooking on his shoulder blades for support. You feel your face warm up as Jihoon stands over your lying form; legs spread, chest heaving, face flushed. The marks he left on your neck and breasts are already turning darker and Jihoon pupils dilate in arousal.

He brings your hips down to his and thrusts deeper inside you. He slides two fingers in your mouth and you suck on them eagerly, drowning your moans. He brings them between your legs and finds your clit again.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck-" you curse through gritted teeth and resist the urge to roll back your eyes, solely because you don't want to miss the sight of Jihoon pounding on you.

You grab the edge of the counter behind your head with both hands so tighly that your knuckles turn white. Your body jerks on the table and you puff as you feel a second orgasm closing in.

At that moment, Jihoon pinches your clit, making you cry out and raise your hips. He leans his body on you, lips capturing yours in a breathless kiss. With the new position, your legs are pushed closer to your upper body; your knees being the bodypart clasping his shoulders now.

"Are you close?" he whispers on your mouth and your grip on the counter tightens.

"Y-Yes!"

He pecks your lips and like on cue, his thrusts become slower. You whine, immediately catching on to what he was doing.

"Jihoon!"

"Yes?" the fucker smirks, the rolling of his hips slowing down more.

You glare at him and buck your hips againt his, seeking some much needed friction. His hand moves from your clit to your lower body and presses you down to keep you still. You gasp and your walls clench around him.

"Do you want to cum?

"Yes!" the desperation is clear in your voice and Jihoon grins.

"Then beg for it!"

His finger is back on your clit, pressing down on it and he buries his cock deep inside of you. In both cases he refrains from moving and you know he is waiting for the word to spill out of your mouth.

You grab his lower back and try to push him forward, but he doesn't badge. Instead, he sinks his teeth on his bottom lip, attempting to hide how his grin widens.

He know he has won.

"Please!"

"Please what?"

A faint roll of his hips has you gasping for air, as the friction is back.

"Please let me cum!" you look him straight in the eyes as you beg for your release.

Jihoon dips his head and grabs your lower lip between his teeth, just as he picks up his pace, throwing his hips forward ruthlessly. You cry out as his finger pinches your clit again, before it rubs it aggressively. Jihoon doesn't let go immediately of your bottom lip; biting and sucking on it as you moan his name again and again.

Your walls clamp down on him and your orgasm hits you. Your whole body shakes as you cum for a second time and Jihoon has to hold your legs on top of his shoulder as they loose their strength.

He keeps pounding on your as you ride out your high, but his pace is messy. He twitches relentlessly until a particular deep shove, when he stops and groans loudly. You watch in awe as he throws his head back, veins appearing at the side of his neck, as he finally cums.

Your chest is heaving as you pant and you gently let go of the counter. Your legs weakly fall from Jihoon's shoulders and you put your hands in their place. Jihoon regains his composure and follows your lead as you pull him closer and kiss him.

The kiss is soft and you wish it lasted longer. Jihoon pulls away only to smile at you and peck your lips again. You smile back and steal a kiss from him, making him unexpectedly giggly. You feel him swift slightly his weigh, but not pull out of you yet.

He glances behind you and tilts his head, making you curious.

"It stopped raining."

"Really?" you try to twist your head to look outside, but it's impossible in the position you are at, "What time is it?"

Jihoon peeks at the clock on the wall beside him and pouts.

"It's time to lock up. Guess, fun is over!" he raises his body from yours and slips out gently.

You don't know why, but the words kind of sting to hear them.

You sit up, feeling weirdly empty and watch him as he throws the used condom in the trash bag. He picks up his clothes and starts dressing. You do the same, slipping into your shirt and buttoning it up as Jihoon gets dressed and puts the roses into the refrigerator.

You search for your underwear and Jihoon notices, as he bends down and picks it up.

"You dropped this!" he says, holding the panties in front of your face with two fingers.

"You mean you dropped it! Or more like threw it!"

Jihoon grins and gives it to you without further bickering. You are a bit dissapointed; you expected a clever remark!

You hop off the work table and put your panties on, moving to your skirt and shoes next.

"Are you ready?"

You turn to look at Jihoon -fully dressed now- who holds the keys to the shop and is waiting by the door. You nod and silently walk past him and out of the shop.

This is awkward, you have to admit.

You didn't plan this to turn out like that and you worry that things will be weird from now on.

Maybe you should searching for a new flower shop close to your home.

You watch him as he turns around the shop's sign to 'closed' and locks the doors. You nervously bite your lip and turn your back on him, walking towards your apartment. You know how this goes and you don't want to stay for the awkward part!

You haven't made it two steps afar when he grabs your arm and pulls you back. Your chest collides with his and his lips are back on yours, in a chaste kiss. Your eyes widen, but quickly flutter shut in order to enjoy the kiss. He wraps his arm around your waist and keeps you close to him as he kisses you.

When you pull apart, you look at him in the eyes and part your mouth in surprise.

"See you next week?" he asks softly and you blink, not expecting this.

You shake your head and smile, grabbing his shirt collar and pulling him down to give him one more kiss.

"You bet on it!"

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Well this is devastating

Jihoon “Boyfriend Headcanons”

Hyunsuk // Jihoon // Yoshi // Junkyu // Mashiho // Jaehyuk // Asahi // Yedam // Doyoung // Haruto // Jeongwoo // Junghwan //

- Jihoon leaves me questioning my sanity at least once every day

- Is he in my bias line? Possibly

- Who isn’t at this point

- Now let’s go onto Jihoon

- I think he would like someone confident, similar to Hyunsuk

- However I also think he would like someone with an innocent air to them

- someone who won’t mind relying on him for certain things

- But also someone who doesn’t mind putting him in his place

- He finds it very attractive

- Not only that but if you have an air of confidence to you when you’re out in public

- he can’t take his eyes off of you

- he’s naturally drawn to the confidence

- Now for the first date

- I think he would want to do something where he could show off to you

- maybe an arcade

- or a fair where he can play games to win a toy for you

- he would love to take fun pictures of you

- in front of all the bright lights of the arcade games

- He’s also very touchy

- it’s just his nature

- definitely the type to cage you between an arcade machine

- his arms around you and looking over your shoulder

- as he plays the game

- he just likes being physically close to people

- and it’s endearing

- even though it makes you nervous

- it’s healthy nerves and well Jihoon likes the effect he has on you

- Definitely cheats playing games

- will totally deny it though

- so keep an eye on him

- will probably make a wager

- winner gets a kiss from the loser

- only if you’re comfortable though

- and well it’s a win win situation

- the kiss is gentle

- his hands cupping your cheeks

- big eyes staring into yours before leaning down

- kissing you sweetly

- His kisses don’t always stay as sweet as the first one

- Jihoon is intense

- loving long kisses

- deep kisses

- he doesn’t even really care who’s around

- long kisses where one of his hands holds the back of your neck

- Jihoon doesn’t care if he gets teased

- he likes watching you get flustered because of it

- he also loves kissing the side of your neck

- especially from behind so he can hug you in the process

- he’s such a cuddle bug

- he also just picks you up all the time

- to kiss you

- to cuddle you

- He would love it if you could match the level of affection he has

- if not that’s okay

- but he like the physical affirmation as well

- so if you would kiss him half as much as he kisses you

- especially when you catch him off guard with the kisses

- it’s one of the few times you can fluster him instead

- He has retaliation for those moments though

- play wrestling

- he loves play wrestling with you

- it’s truly just a form of affection to him

- His love language is physical touch

- tells you you look nice by kissing the spot on under your ear

- holding you close by the waist

- Now arguments

- Jihoon can get a little heated

- depending on the situation he might even go as far as to yell

- but nothing more than that

- it’s his frustration that bubbles up in the moments that he yells

- when he feels like he isn’t being listened too

- so if you’re of a similar personality it might cause some more explosive fights

- He becomes a bit of a hot head during arguments

- It’s always the best if you solve the issue before it gets that far

- though it’s easier said than done

- so when it does get that far

- you both walk away

- simply take a breather apart for a few moments to clear your minds

- to come back to eachother later

- Normally consists of both of you apologizing

- mainly for your behavior during the argument and not for the reason of the argument

- Jihoon apologises very sincerely

- holding your face in his hands

- as he looks you in the eyes

- telling you gently why he feels the way does

- telling you he’s sorry

- and well how can you not forgive him when he’s looking at you like that

- Now when he’s sad or upset

- he just wants to be taken care of

- he doesn’t cry

- or get very emotional (depending on the situation)

- he just simply wants to be taken care of

- wants to be held a bit

- with your fingers tracing through his hair

- nails scratching down his back lightly for comfort

- tend to sit in silence as you soothe him

- which is something because we know Jihoon likes to talk

- so slowly as the minutes pass by

- he’ll reveal what’s bothering him

- and a lot of times that’s enough to make him feel better

- just needs a comforting hand and a listening ear

- Now when you’re upset or sad

- Jihoon needs to know what happened

- someone/something hurt his person

- and he needs to do something about it

- he wants to fight whatever hurt you

- make sure that it can’t happen again

- but he knows he can’t always do that

- so he opts for doing what he knows best

- holding you

- cuddling you

- the same things he enjoys when he’s upset

- it’s just sweet

- Now when you hang out

- you guys do a lot of things

- but one thing he absolutely loves to do together

- is work out

- he tries lots of different types of work outs

- so it would be fun to do together

- like couples yoga

- boxing together

- regular weight training together

- morning runs

- it’s just fun

- not to mention he’d totally take those like fit couple pics

- he likes fancy dinners too

- he just likes good food

- and well any excuse to see you dressed up

- he loves

- show you off to people

- “Isn’t my s/o gorgeous”

- he’ll ask random people stuff like that

- to see your face get all flushed

- he loves embarrassing you

- and well you love to be a little embarrassed by him

- You also just love going out for walks

- by the river

- taking pictures of eachother

- goofing off

- getting ramyeon at the convenience store and eating it outside

- or ice cream

- laying down on the grass and just talking

- Now sleeping with Jihoon

- I feel like he’s quite warm-bodied

- and normally that would stop people from cuddling

- but not Jihoon

- no

- he needs to be touching you at all times

- an arm wrapped around your waist

- your head on his chest

- or spooning

- big fan of playing big spoon

- so he can hold you as close as he wants

- you might be incredibly warm the first few times

- but that’s fine you get used to it

- he also like I mentioned in Hyunsuk’s version

- likes to sleep with his head on your chest

- Okay now Jihoon and jealousy

- Definitely does get jealous

- and he shows it

- tries to act a little indifferent towards you

- gives you the cold shoulder

- which is very obvious because normally he’s infatuated with you

- so you instantly know that he’s in a mood

- giving him more attention than you normally would

- praising him

- he tries to resist but really can’t

- gets him smiling real quick

- pulling you closer to whisper sweet nothings in your ear

- about how he can’t stand the thought of losing you

- all while looking at you with those puppy dog eyes

- or bedroom eyes depending on the situation

- which leads me to this

- kids look away

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