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˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ LOSER=LOVER 🧸ྀི — boxer jiho feels like winning his matches is a guarantee for your love; therefore, his confidence shatters when he loses one ( word count 1,6k )

[ extras ] kissing, mention of making out, shirtless ji for a second, fighting, blood, bruises, boxer!au, hurt/comfort, a little angsty

ੈ✩‧₊˚ note ! i love jiho sm u dont understand. ALSO this is a small collab with my beloved @slytherinshua who wrote boxer brian <3 plsplspls read it too, my baby slayed it!!!

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ @fantasia-films , @k-records , @fish-and-cake-net ; div by @anitalenia

jiho's breath was rapid, chest moving up and down furiously. his eyes remained sharp, brows furrowed, as he scanned his opponent standing on the other side. the yells and roars of the crowd anticipating the fight were a mere dull sound to his ear that were already used to it.

"hey?"

jiho snapped back to reality, the world suddenly gaining vividness.

his gaze softened when he realized you were talking to him, caressing his boxing gloves. the golden engagement ring blinged under the hard exposure lights in the pit.

"hey, jiho" you hummed, stepping closer. his trainer nervously checked the watch.

jiho straightened his back, muscles flexing. his oreo hair was tied into a small french braid, just before he stepped out from the locker (with you, after a quick makeout session).

"it'll be okay. you'll win" you whispered and jiho grabbed his gloves from you. his heart was racing faster than a wild horse through an open field. but you brought your hand to his cheek, calming him down. "i love you. just remember that you already are my champion"

"i love you too" jiho swallowed and those were his last words before his trainer, hwiyoung, stepped in. hwiyoung gave jiho his mouthguard. you stepped away, to sit on the benches.

jiho wasn't an undefeated boxer but he certainly gained more and more fame with each match. this boxing championship wasn't his first either, but there he was, in the finals. who wouldn't be nervous in any kind of finals? especially that a random newbie made it to the big league. jiho never told you but you sensed he was nervous about him. brian, who appeared out of thin air, suddenly started climbing up and up on the leaderboard in his first championship. it would scar his ego to lose to someone like him.

before you could realize, the fight began. your sweet jiho, who always kissed your forehead when leaving and carresed your leg when nervous, turned into a blood-thirsty animal on the rink. he was locked the fuck in, eyes laser-focused on brian. his abs flexed when dodging, tiny braid caught in the wind of movement.

their arms became a flurry, interlocking in a brutal dance.

you hated watching jiho fight because it looked cruel.

within a blink of an eye, jiho managed to jab brian's stomach. that caused him to falter for a split second: and that was enough for jiho to swing a left hook at his opponent's jaw. that made him fold again and the next series of attacks was just a domino effect, which soon enough led to brain on the ground. jiho's knee twisted into brian's back, hand holding down his head. brian's face twisted in uncomfortable pain and the judge started couting seconds.

jiho won the first round.

you let out a shaky breath that you didn't realize you were holding.

jiho looked at you briefly and smiled.

now three more.

with the start of another round, a switch must've flipped in brian. he started moving like a snake, jabs biting jiho's body one by one. your throat went dry with each punch your fiancé received.

when jiho fell flat to the ground, you looked away for a split second, unable to watch how his face twisted in pain. your nails dug into the palms of your hands, leaving crescent moons as an insignia of your anxiety.

you didn't care if jiho won or not; well, sure, you loved celebrating his wins with him and seeing how satisfied he was when all those hours put into training finally bore fruit. but you despised the physical pain that came with it, no matter the score.

the round came to an end. you searched for jiho's eyes, wanting to show him that it was okay.

but he turned his toned back, facing away from you.

he was visibly shaken by the sudden change of score and it got to his head. the next two rounds were a total fiasco, bruises and blood blooming on his body like splotches of paint on plain canvas. he was still trying, fighting aggressively. but emotions took over, he wasn't thinking strategically and brain seemed to take advantage of that.

your sight became blurry, heart aching with pain.

when the judge announced the winner - brian - jiho glued his gaze to the floor. blood trickling down his chin, head hanging low. in embarrassment.

jiho left the rink, boos echoing in your ears. you caught a glimps of brian swirling someone in his arms, all cheerful.

"y/n, wait in the car" jiho mumbled coldly, quickly disappearing with hwiyoung in the locker room.

hwiyoung decided to give you two a lift and the whole ride home was silent. even after you arrived, hwiyoung asked you to go home while he chatted with jiho.

it took them a while. you managed to make the bed and prepare a light meal for jiho to eat. you could swear you heard them arguing and your assumptions were confirmed when jiho came back, slamming the door.

"ji…" you started.

"i'm going to take another shower" he grunted and before you could reply, he was gone. you walked up to the bathroom door.

"hey, ji… i made you food. take as long as you need and then we'll talk, okay?" you asked quietly.

on the other side of the door jiho was fighting tears, fingers digging into his wrist.

"if you need anything just… i'm here, okay?" your voice was weak, filled with worry.

just when you turned away, the door opened and you felt a sharp pull on your wrist. jiho spun you around, hands wrapping around your back. his head dug into your neck, his whole body shaking.

he has never held you so tight before, as if scared that you will run away.

"jiho, baby" you hummed, softly hugging him back. he took a long, shaky breath. "it's nothing—"

you felt his body tense. you stopped speaking when you felt him slip away. his brown eyes pierced yours, cut bottom lip shaking.

"nothing? i just lost a championship to some… fuckass newbie!" he grunted, his adam's apple bobbing.

"sometimes you have to lose to learn from your mistakes. it's a bitter lesson but it's better to learn it now than later, jiho" you spoke softly, reaching for his hand.

he allowed you to grab it, not pulling away.

"it's… it's not about that. well, it is but—" he let out a frustrated sigh, his other hand running through his hair.

"no matter the score, you tried. you trained, you kept fighting. you already won in my heart—"

"don't say that!" jiho growled and turned away, angrily walking around the room.

"what? jiho, you surely don't think that i would leave you after one lost championship?" you choked out, shocked.

the silence was your answer.

jiho sat down on the bed, hiding his head in his hands. his arms were ever so slightly shaking and for a minute you just stood there, unsure what to do.

"jiho…" you whispered, carefully walking up to him. sure, you fought a couple of times before but this was different. this was jiho bearing his most vulnerable self to you.

when you were close enough, he hesitantly wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you to stand between his legs. head hiding, cheek pressed agaisnt your stomach. you started softly undoing his braid.

"i won't leave you, jiho" you said, his hair falling loose on his shoulders. "i don't know what's going through your head but… you don''t have to prove anything to me by winning those matches"

you heard a sharp sob, and something told you that you just hit the exact spot.

"no, i do. who am i if… if i can't win shit? i don't want you to think of me as weak, both physically and just… a weak man, unworthy of you and your love"

you felt a sharp pang in your heart, fingers running through is locks in a comforting motion.

"jiho."

your hands traveled won to his face, gently grabbing it and forcing him to look at you. his bruised face and tear-filled eyes made your heart rip in half.

"no matter the scores in your career i will love you for you. not your losses, not your wins. if you win a cash prize, we will celebrate, if you get punched in the face, i will take care of it. if you ditch this career path, i will walk with you nonetheless. because you are what i cherish the most" you hummed, caressing his cheek gently. jiho's skin was littered with wounds, hoarse under your touch.

he swallowed hard, hand coming to wipe his tears.

"it's okay to lose and get emotional about it. it will be okay." you reassured him, your finger nudged his lip.

"i love you" he muttered, leg suddenly bouncing nervously. "i'm sorry i- i reacted like this, i'm really sorry"

"it't okay" you repeated and tried to loosen up the mood "let's get you patched up first, okay? i just can't bear myself to look at you like that"

he huffed, rolling his eyes.

"last time you said it made me look sexy"

suddenly, he pulled you in, rolling on the bed. you were towering over him, hair dangling in his face.

"well, now it makes you look like a kicked puppy" you giggled, tucking his hair behind his ear.

jiho stared at you for a while, hands creeping to rest on your hips. he squeezed them gently, expression turning lovesick.

"thank you. for everything" he breathed out.

and with the professional strength of a boxer, he rolled you again, pinning to the bed.

"before you nurse me, can i kiss you?" your fiancé asked, excitement glittering in his chocolate eyes.

"yes, baby. just be careful because the cut—" you were interrupted by his lips on yours, the salty taste of dried blood and your chapstick mixing together.

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taglist. @slytherinshua ,, @eunyih

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GONG JIHO as PARK MIMI in my bias, my boss ep 1 (2026)

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♡ : any pronouns ; bisexual

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biases:

piwon ⋆ jiung and jongseob

nct wish ⋆ sakuya and jaehee

ampers&one ⋆ jiho and kyrell

riize ⋆ anton

tws ⋆ shinyu

cortis ⋆ juhoon and keonho

dni ⋆ trumpies × racists × mysogynists × furries × etc!

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Surprise! A new Jiho imagine is up. 🤭

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𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐤

Pairing: Jiho x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff, established relationship

Warning: None

Notes: I finally wrote another imagine of my love. 🤭💓

It was 2 in the morning when you woke up and decided that you were hungry enough to abandon your comfy spot on your bed next to your boyfriend.

Normally, you were too lazy to get up in the middle of the night but today it was necessary, according to your stomach.

You untangled yourself from Jiho and walked to the kitchen quietly.

You searched for your favorite snack which was located in a cabinet and walked to the microwave.

You slowly and carefully peeled open the package and started it.

While it was heating you tried to monitor the timer so that you could stop it before it did that obnoxious beep.

Unfortunately, you yawned and zoned out for a few seconds. You were so far gone that you didn’t even realize that you were no longer paying attention to the timer.

And as you feared, the beep rang throughout the kitchen, making you wince.

You stood there for a couple of seconds praying that your boyfriend didn’t hear it, before grabbing a plate and placing your snack on it.

After that, you sat down in the chair by the kitchen island.

You chewed slowly, with your eyes closed, trying to savor it as much as you could.

Suddenly, you felt a pair of arms around your middle.

“You left me.” Jiho pouted.

You giggled. “I just went to get a snack, love.”

“Still.” He buried his face in the crook of your neck and shoulder. You stroked his hair softly, making him sigh.

“Let’s go back to bed, my sleepy beauty.” You said as you finished eating.

Your boyfriend just nodded, barely awake.

You got up from your seat and took the plate to the sink, Jiho still clinging to you.

With a little difficulty, since he was practically leaning all of his weight on you, you were able to return to your bed.

You covered both of you with the blankets, while the boy cuddled you and kissed your head gently.

“Night, sweetheart.”

“Sweet dreams, love.”

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eu vou te chamar de papi (nem ligo se eu sou maluca!)

jiho + daddy kink para @redtearsheart, a mulher mais fiel desse brasil. 𝜗ৎ

jiho guia cada movimento teu, com aquele pau longo roçando perfeitamente no meio dos teus lábios inchados e forçando a entrada no teu orifício dolorido. ele vai afundando aos poucos, deixando a umidade amortecer a entrada do pau que vai deslizando para dentro das tuas paredes, te rasgando inteira. é devastador e você sente ele. sente mesmo.

— continua respirando, amor, inspira e expira... do jeitinho que a gente treinou.

naturalmente, sua buceta tenta rejeitar ele, as paredes se contraindo e empurrando o pau para fora como se estivessem revoltadas com a ousadia de tentar esculpir a sua bucetinha apertada.

não é a primeira vez que vocês transam assim, de forma tão crua e vulnerável, mas a grossura dele sempre testa a elasticidade da sua buceta, fazendo parecer toda vez que você é uma virgem tendo seu cabaço tirado.

ele não tinha culpa. esse bobão carinhoso tinha um pau gigante, coberto pelas veias mais grossas que você já viu. uma leve curvatura pra esquerda deixava ele no ângulo perfeito para te foder bem gostoso, e a grossura era suficiente para te tirar o fôlego toda vez, sem falta.

e olha que jiho tentou. orgasmo após orgasmo, dois dedos virando três enquanto ele te esticava além do seu limite, deixando seu buraco aberto e sedento. ele deveria ter a noção — não, deveria ter percebido que preparação nenhuma no mundo deixaria sua bucetinha pronta para a coisa que ele carrega entre as pernas.

um gemido de insatisfação escapa dos teus lábios abertos. seus olhos se fecham com força quando as lágrimas pesadas na linha d’água começam a escorrer, gotas salgadas descendo pelas laterais do seu rosto em direção ao queixo.

e ele percebe.

— tá esticando demais, né? — ele pergunta, com os olhos cansados acompanhando as lágrimas brilhantes. a cama range quando ele encosta os lábios na sua bochecha, te beijando como se estivesse com medo de te machucar, como se o pau dele não estivesse te detonando. — relaxa pra mim, princesa, preciso ter certeza de que cê não vai se machucar.

você olha pra ele. o cabelo loiro, antes penteado, agora cai bagunçado pela testa. o melhor é que só você pode ver ele assim. suas mãos encontram as dele, bem maiores, e suas unhas afundam nas veias que se sobressaem sob a pele.

— não consigo. é grande demais.

jiho sabe exatamente como te trazer de volta pra realidade, sussurrando com a voz grave bem no seu ouvido:

— mas cê consegue sim, lembra? — ele ajusta a posição de vocês rapidamente, parando de empurrar o pau enquanto as mãos dele vão para o teu rosto, segurando as bochechas quase num aperto. — aqui, olha pra mim... olha pro papai, por favor.

papai.

é difícil aguentar o olhar sério dele, ainda mais quando ele se chama assim — um termo reservado só para momentos intensos como esse.

— tá doendo, papai… — sai da sua boca num sussurro. suas pernas tremem quando ele empurra de novo, encaixando mais um pouquinho. não consegue evitar e olha para baixo, onde os dois se conectam, e seus lábios tremem ao perceber que ele nem chegou perto de entrar tudo. — não foi nem metade…

— shh… foca em como tá gostoso — ele coloca o polegar largo no seu clitóris, sorrindo só quando os teus chorinhos começam a virar gemidos.

— jiho– merda!

— oi, meu amor? tô quase entrando todo, princesa.

uma onda de alívio passa pelo rosto dele quando te sente relaxar, graças a deus conhecendo seu corpo como a palma da mão. esfrega o brotinho entre as tuas pernas tão suavemente que você consegue sentir cada onda de prazer, transformando a dor em puro êxtase.

gemendo alto, suas pernas trêmulas se enroscam na cintura dele.

— tá bem melhor... obrigada, jiho.

— boa menina... tô tão orgulhoso de você, bebê, aguentando o papai tão bem…

ele está prestes a perder o controle.

você nunca aguentou tanto e tão rápido. suas paredes gulosas estão tão lubrificadas que jiho sabe que podia se empurrar todo pra dentro de uma vez, mas que não deveria.

não enquanto você olha para ele desse jeito, com as pupilas brilhando com uma doçura que deixa o pau dele ainda mais duro.

— quero sentir você todo, amor... quero que doa... — balbucia, a cabeça se movendo preguiçosamente de um lado para o outro no travesseiro de cetim, seus tornozelos pressionando o quadril dele na esperança de que ele se mexa.

mas ele não se mexe.

— mas não vai doer não, eu vou garantir isso. — o loiro limpa a garganta, o pau dando um pulo dentro de ti enquanto mais um pedaço desaparece na sua buceta. — mas se é isso o que quer, vou adorar dar pra minha boneca exatamente o que ela precisa.

seus olhos lacrimejam.

— por favor?

— por favor, o quê? — choi pressiona o polegar com força contra o seu clitóris, fazendo-a se contorcer toda. — quando alguém quer uma coisa, tem que pedir com educação.

— por favor… — você sente suas bochechas esquentarem ao encarar ele, os lábios tremendo ao formar a palavra que seu namorado tanto quer ouvir. — ...papai.

sente o pau dele pulsar dentro de si. ele te dá um beijo molhado nos seus lábios babados, murmurando:

— tudo por você, princesa.