#lea's asks

[engineerlea]

OPP ALERT 🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨

GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME WILFORD.

[sunlightheidi]

I am a terrible person I don’t know what I’ve been doing this week but I definitely completely forgot the self ship asks until today 🙈 I thought this was such a cute and interesting question to think about when I answered it I decided to ask it here: Who gets rid of the spiders in your relationship?? You or Jihyun?? ♥️

Lea, my darling ~ I am slowly, but surely, getting caught up on your asks. Here is this little drabble to answer this fabulous, and very important question (feeding me donuts and killing bugs/spiders on my behalf is my love language).

It happens suddenly, right in the middle of a brushstroke, when he is lost in the swirling combination of purples and blues on the canvas:

a scream – startled and afraid and yours – echoes through the house and rattles the entirety of his being.

The paintbrush in hand falls to the floor and he’s on his feet in an instant, not caring about the splattered paint that will surely stain.

His socks are slippery on the wooden floors and the blind panic makes him even more uncoordinated – he’s half-running, half-falling down the hallway.

He runs into your bedroom, face white as a sheet and limbs shaking, and heads straight to the bathroom.

Oh God, what if you fell and hurt yourself while you were showering? What if there was an intruder –

There is a distinct sound of something being thrown against the wall and then complete silence…

“JIHYUN!”

He practically rams himself against the door and it slams open; the bathroom is still steaming from your shower and he has to blink a few times to fully see you.

There is a tiny towel wrapped around your body, and your hair hangs wet around your face. Your body brush is also laying haphazardly by the door, and he notices there is a wet splotch on the wall from when it hit it.

“Jihyun,” You sigh his name in relief, but don’t move from your little spot in the corner of the shower.

“Darling, are you okay?” he asks. Physically, you appear fine, which makes his heart start working again. Even so, you look like you’re about to cry.

“I’m not. There was a spider hiding in the towel and it touched me!”

Jihyun waits for the words to arrange themselves into something sensible in his brain. When they do, it’s hard to suppress his laugh, but he manages (barely).

“And you threw the loofa at it?”

You give a curt nod, eyes narrowing dangerously at the way his lips twitch in amusement.

Do not laugh, he tells himself. Do not laugh.

“It’s just a spider, love. A very small one.”

“I know what it is –” you begin to argue, but the tiny eight-legged creature suddenly scurries up the wall and you screech. “Kill it!”

He laughs then – loud and free and joyous at your silliness. “Very well, then.”

He grabs some tissue and rolls it up in his hand; gently presses it against the little critter on the wall and throws it in the bin before extending his hand to you.

You reach for him cautiously and step out of the shower, but continue to peer at the bin suspiciously, brow furrowing– almost as if you’re expecting for the spider to crawl out of it.

He pulls you into him, wraps his arms around your waist and kisses you. “You are absolutely ridiculous.”

“You love me anyway,” you tease, lip pouting as you stand on your tip toes and weave your arms around his neck. “Don’t you?”

Oh, he's never been able to ignore your pretty lips when you pout.

“That I do,” he says, nuzzles against your damp hair.

“I am sorry if I scared you, but thanks for always killing the creepy crawlers for me,” you say, shy eyes and blushed cheeks, suddenly bashful at his attention.

He adores you.

“That’s what I’m here for, darling.”

You beam up at him then, positively radiant.

[sunlightheidi]

Happy Thirsty Thursday! Let’s wind down the week with a little scenario: Jihyun takes you shopping for a new outfit. While you’re in the dressing room changing you suddenly hear the door click open. It’s him with a mischievous look in his eyes… what happens next???

Lea~

This prompt. Is. Everything! Cheeky Jihyun? 1000/10.

(*Soft NSFW, under cut)

Jihyun will like this one, you think, staring at yourself in the floor-length mirror.

The dress you have chosen is a flimsy thing: strappy with a low back and a sweetheart neckline. It’s also much shorter than what you’re used to wearing.

Oh, but it’s certainly pretty; the deep rust silk contrasts beautifully against your dark hair and sun-kissed skin. You admire the way its silhouette accentuates every curve of your body.

You spin around in a circle, the thin material flying all around you, and you giggle in delight because you feel very cute, and you can’t wait for Jihyun to see you in it.

You’re unzipping the back, straps falling down your shoulders, when the door of the dressing room swings opens. You hold the loose dress to your breasts, shock blinding your body before you even have time to shout. But just as quick as the door opens, it closes – and suddenly, Jihyun is towering over you, warm palm pressed against your mouth.

“Sssh,” he says, one finger against his pink lips, sweet turquoise eyes pleading.

You nod, slowly, and listen as the heeled footsteps outside the dressing room get farther away. He sighs, releases his hold on you, hand falling to the curve of your waist.

“Jihyun,” you admonish, eyes still wide in shock and heart beating rapidly in your chest. “What are you doing?”

“One of my father’s close associates was outside,” he says softly; his finger sliding nervously over your waist. “I do not wish to speak to them.”

You brush his bangs away from his face and nod – you understand perfectly. His relationship with his sharp-tongued father is still one in need of mending.

“You know, if you wanted to join me in here, all you had to was ask,” you say playfully, willing him to come back to you. “I would have let you.”

His face flushes shily, beautifully; his eyes are sparkling, “Well, I’m here now.”

“Good. What do you think of my dress?” You take a step back and turn to the side, one arm still wrapped around yourself to hold the fabric up, your breasts pushed up and barely covered.

His gaze drops and your body burns at his attention.

“You look beautiful, darling.” His fingertips caress your collarbones, hand moves up your neck before it rests on your cheek. You lean into it, heart stuttering.

He always holds you tenderly, cautiously, as if he’s afraid he’ll break you, but the his other arm around your waist is firm as he pulls you to him. The dim golden light of the dressing room makes his eyes shine under his long lashes – you want him to look at you this way forever.

But something changes, his eyes darken, and in a desperate instant, he’s kissing you fiercely, clumsily; tongue darting out to part your lips. You take his bottom lip between your teeth and nip at it lightly, making him moan into your mouth.

He pulls back, shuddering, clouded in desire. “I want to touch you. Can I, baby?”

You love to see him this way – undone by the simple thought of you. But you’re just as dizzy, because he only ever calls you baby when he needs you.

“What if someone hears us?” You whisper. There’s a risk that you’ll be caught, but looking up at him, noticing the way his hold tightens in need; you find that you don’t care at all. This feels right.

“You’ll have to be quiet, then.” He mumbles against your neck, his breath sweet and alluring against your skin. He kisses the skin there, soft and tender like a summer breeze; but then rougher, grazing your skin with his teeth in the way he knows you like.

There’s a cheeky glint in his eyes and mischief in his smile when he pulls back and his hand drifts down between your bodies to bunch up the fabric, carefully pushing it up around your hips.

Oh, and it’s this side of Jihyun that you love the most – the sneaky cleverness that he hardly lets anyone but you see.

His soft fingertips dip under your dress, ghosting their way up your inner thigh. He touches you gently, finger fluttering delicately over the wet fabric of your panties.

“That feels nice,” you say, and his finger picks up the pace, setting a delightful rhythm that has you seeing stars. You bite your lip to keep from moaning his name.

“Good,” he croons against you, steady, but you can hear the way his breath catches at the way you unravel against him. “Good.”

[sunlightheidi]

Happy thirsty Friday! I’m hoping to help everyone start the weekend with some happy thoughts: Jihyun is going away for a work trip. Upon him telling you he will be returning you inform him sadly you have already made plans for that evening. Actually you just wanted to surprise him and meet him at the door. What are you wearing and what happens next?

Lovely Lea ~ I must admit, I have had such a rough time writing anything lately: all exhaustion and no inspiration. But I started answering this ask...and all of a sudden, I went from having no words to 1,000 words (smut, no less - which I have two fics worth of experience with). Thank you darling, for inspiring me to write. 💙

Baby, I'll Follow Your Lead

Jihyun Kim "V" | Reader

~ NSFW (below cut)

It is almost midnight and Jihyun is not expecting you to be home.

He thinks you have made plans with the twins, but you have done nothing but wait for him since he’d called to let you know his flight had arrived. It’s a short drive to the airport and he should be home soon.

The trip was only a few days long, but it has felt infinite to you. You have grown so used to his smiles, his laughter, the smell of paint and summer rain – the house doesn’t seem quite as bright without him in it.

You feel giddy, your stomach riddled with butterflies at the thought of seeing him; but the wine you’ve been sipping on all night has made your mind a little hazy too. Your body feels warm, flushed – you recline on the couch and close your eyes. Wait for him.

You’re drowsy when you hear the key in the lock, watch (almost in slow motion) as the handle turns and the door opens. Your body goes lax in relief as he steps through, tall and lean, windswept hair falling over his eyes.

There he is, you think. He’s beautiful.

And he is; even more so with the smirk that paints his pretty mouth when he spots you. This is your favorite thing: the feeling of his eyes roaming over you.

He moves towards you from across the room – entranced, like you are the only thing he can see.

You meet him halfway, and he slides his hands along your waist, presses them against the lowest part of your back and pulls you against him.

“Hi baby,” you say, reach up on your tip toes to press a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. He follows your lips, almost unconsciously. “How was your trip?”

“Dreadful. I have missed you,” he sighs, and you brush the messy tendrils of hair away from his face, notice the tiredness in his eyes. “It makes me so happy to find you here.”

You make sound, a humming sort of acknowledgement. “I'm so glad you're back. Don't leave again.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, and the silky strap of your chemise slips off one shoulder. It’s a delicate thing, teal silk and pretty lace, you like wearing it because the color matches Jihyun’s eyes.

“I'm bringing you with me next time," he says distractedly, taking the silk of your nightgown between his fingertips, just above your thigh. There's a curious, knowing smirk on his lips. “Did you wear this for me?”

He sees right through you, always has. You’re delighted.

You run a hand down his chest, hooking a finger over the waistband of his pants. “And what if I did?”

He licks his lips, swallowing harshly. "You look so beautiful, I almost don't want to take it off."

He cradles your face between both of his to kiss you, his taste sweet and undeniably Jihyun. He kisses you deeply, unrestrained and full of need– aching from a week without you. He bites at your lip and you groan, pulling back.

There is love in his eyes, but there is hunger there too – he needs you.

“I want to be good for you,” you purr. “Can I?”

He swallows, nods. Takes your offered hand and follows you to the couch.

You slowly drop to your knees in front of him, fingers curled into the waistband of his pants. His stomach clenches as you undo the button and pull his zipper down.

“Sit down for me,” you say, gently pushing on his hips as he obeys. He lets his knees fall open, stretching out his legs so that you can settle between them.

You take control then, feel almost desperate when you push his underwear down just enough for you to take hold of his cock. He groans and presses back against the cushions, one hand rucking his shirt over his stomach and out of your way.

“Do you need me?” You ask, although you already know the answer.

He tries to catch his breath, but he can’t when you’re doing this to him; snaking your free hand up his stomach, up the center of his chest, feeling him. He tangles his fingers with yours, kisses your hand one fingertip at a time, stifling the softest moans against them as you stroke him with the other.

“There is not a day when I don’t.”

This selfless man you love, who only gives and never takes – you want to give him everything he desires.

You drag the flat of your wet tongue up the underside of his cock, grab the base of his cock and guide it inside your soft, waiting mouth. You push the head over your flooded tongue as he tangles his fingers in your hair and you groan. The sudden roughness making you go faster, pulling back and pushing back in, again and again– sucking and slurping at him.

His head thuds gently against the back of couch, exposing his throat. He opens his mouth on a soft, relieved sigh and forces his hand to go slack in your hair, trying not to pull.

“You feel so good,” he says, awed, brushing his hand through your hair. "Your sweet mouth drives me crazy.”

Ah, you think. He’s lost himself.

When his head falls back again, it’s on a gasping moan that sounds desperate, fingers squeezing yours. He only frees a hand to grip the base of his cock and stroke his fist up through your spit, holding himself straight so you can swallow him down again after you’ve come up for air.

You know he’s close; you’ve learned his tells, the way his abdomen tightens, the way he breathes out a quivering breath and sucks it back in through clenched teeth, the way he grunts out a cuss word that he never, ever uses.

He comes hard, and you swallow and swallow around a sticky warmth. Above you, Jihyun shakes, his legs tense, all of him taut as a bowstring until it’s over.

He’s finished, and he eases, trembling into the soft cushions, letting go of your hair.

You take your hands off him and rest your cheek on his thigh, proudly wiping the corner of your mouth with your fingertips. “Welcome home, Jihyun.”

[engineerlea]

hello lealusion..

GOD ENOUGH OF THIS FUCKING MACK FANART IM SICK

[flirtyblonde]

Hot, hot, hot hot hot

I think this is the most I've posted selfies in a day! haha you guys are the sweetest!

[flirtyblonde]

wow friend you have rly red cheeks omg thats super adorable !!

Haha yeaaaa, I was born with it. Thank you!

[flirtyblonde]

69 ayyyyyyyyyyy

69. Shorter or taller? I do not care one bit. My boyfriend is shorter than me.