“You are aware that walls aren’t people, right?” and jihoon pls 🥺
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usually, when you come here after class, you're sure that no one will find you.
you breathe a deep sigh, muttering under your breath as you lean your forehead against the brick wall.
today, more than any day, your ex had especially gotten on your nerves. you try your best to avoid them, but it's hard to do so when you do the same damn college course.
“why do they have to follow me in the hallway... why can’t they leave me alone! god...” you grumble, lightly tapping your head against the wall, agitated.
“you are aware that walls aren’t people, right?” you hear someone say behind you.
eyes wide, you whip your head around to find jihoon standing across from you, trying not to laugh.
“yes, i’m well aware,” you sigh, turning to lean on your back and closing your eyes. “i’m just... venting my anger.”
“i see,” jihoon nods, his smirk replaced by thoughtfulness. “everything okay?”
you purse your lips. “you tell me - is being followed by an ex that desperately misses you okay?”
“definitely not,” jihoon frowns. “i’d offer to beat them up but i’m not sure that would solve anything.”
“you’re right,” you sigh. “if it would, i’d have done that ages ago.” you roll your eyes.
jihoon chuckles. “i know.” he steps forward, laying a gentle hand on your arm. “if you wanna talk about it, i’m here.”
you smile. jihoon isn’t one to be sappy, so you know he means it. as you walk with him to get coffee, you’re glad that he found you.
how have you been since i called you mine / you look so good in this light
it’s almost like the devil’s temptation as jihoon’s hand reaches around your waist like an old routine, a forgotten choreography ingrained into your mind like muscle memory. you eye him as he downs his tangerine soju, and all the memories that come rushing down of how good you remember his lips taste leave a quaking feeling through your body— good thing he’s holding you up. it’s all too natural; like the yelling and the crying never happened, like you were still together.
it’s the liquid courage, you reassure yourself as plant your fingers right under his jaw and turn his head to marry his lips with yours. it’s the next step of the routine as you readily open your mouth and let him take you deep, not giving a single fuck for the bartender and the other patrons of the bar. you bitterly note how his thumb still goes right behind your ear when he tilts your head to go deeper.
the next moments are a blur as he leads you across the dance floor and into one of the bathrooms. the throbbing bass of the club music pounds into your ears but quickly dissipates as he pushes the door to a close and clicks the lock. he presses you up against the door, his warm body pressing onto your waist to keep you under his hold, just like old times. one hand reaches to his belt, fingers shakily undoing his zipper. not one of you want to admit how much you’ve missed this, so you don’t. instead he pushes his hand down on your shoulder and you slink down onto your knees.
“did you miss me, baby?” jihoon grunts out as he pushes his cock into your mouth, iron grip on your hair. “did you miss the way i fucked my cock into your mouth?” tears lining up as he uses your mouth like a toy, there’s no doubt your makeup’s smudged.
you want to bite out a snarky reply, but instead all you do is whimper as he presses down on your throat. you unconsciously tap twice on his thigh when it’s too much, the same safe sign you did whenever it got too much, and he pulls out. your shoulders heave as you catch your breath, string of drool bridging the gap between your amber lips and his hard cock.
jihoon’s hand tugs down on your hair, causing you to look up, your eyes glimmering in the ratty bathroom light. jihoon finds himself drowning in those eyes, same as he always did.
pairing: lee jihoon x reader (f)
genre: smut
warnings: slight swearing, unprotected sex (use a condom pls), slight marking, nothing too crazy
summary: something about jihoon’s studio has you two feeling some type of way.
word count: 1,150
a/n: my 1000th post on this blog!! also this was meant to be a drabble, but somehow turned into this whole thing oops :(
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“princess, can you come here? i need a break,” jihoon swiveled the chair to face the couch, taking off his cap and tossing it aside before stretching his arms out towards you. you nodded, setting your phone on the coffee table, finding a comfortable position in his lap. his grip around your waist tightened, pressing a lingering kiss on your shoulder, resting his head in the crook of your neck.
“how long have we been here?” you giggled, watching the computer screen in front of you as jihoon clicked away, the screen returning to his desktop wallpaper - a photo of you two at the park that soonyoung had taken the other day.
“maybe three, four hours? doesn’t matter, just need you right now,” he murmured against your skin, his half-hardened length pressing against you. so this is what jihoon meant when he said he wanted a break. his hand trailed up your shirt, the heat of his palms pressing against your chest, “no bra today?”
“wasn’t feeling it today, but this is so much more uncomfortable, ji,” you whined, “can’t we move to the couch at least?” you wriggled in his lap, in an attempt to adjust your position, only to end up grinding against his bulge. jihoon cursed under his breath, his hands flying to grip your hips in place, pressing crescent shaped marks into your skin.
“too lazy,” he murmured, his fingers tracing mindless patterns on your inner thighs, “wanna ride me?”
“always making me do the dirty work, lee jihoon,” you laughed, getting up to straddle him properly, your arms snaking around his neck. he pushed your shirt up, his index and thumb finding your nipple, a soft moan falling from your lips. there was something about jihoon’s studio that radiated intimacy: the dim lights, sleek black furniture, neon purple wall accents; whatever it was, you knew it had to play a part in your boyfriend’s current mood.
“don’t act like you don’t like being on top,” he smirked, pulling you in to close the gap, his lips moving in sync with yours, “besides, i like looking at you.”
your cheeks flushed the slightest shade of pink, running your fingers through his hair, jihoon’s tongue sliding against yours, his fingers pinching and twisting your nipple. you rocked against him, his cock twitching against your clothed heat, desperate for something more than just friction. jihoon’s fingers tugged on your jeans, motioning for you to take them off. he helped you wiggle them off, pressing his thumb against the tiny wet spot starting to form on your panties.
your hand slipped under the waistband of his sweats, finally freeing his cock from restraint. jihoon moaned against your lips, your thumb sliding across his tip, slippery with precum. he pushed your panties aside, fingers brushing against your glistening folds, “so wet for me, aren’t you baby?” he grinned, slipping a digit inside, then two, curling his fingers into you. you whimpered, your grip on his cock tightening along with your core.
“j-jihoon,” you stuttered against his lips, his fingers pumping in and out of you, your thighs uncomfortably sticky with your own juices, “let me ride you already.”
“i thought you’d never ask, princess,” he smirked, pulling out his slick coated fingers, bringing them up to his lips as he sucked them clean, “god, you taste so good,” he licked his lips before lifting your hips as you guided him inside of you, his cock filling you up.
“f-fuck, jihoon,” you moaned, throwing back your head as your walls clenched around him.
jihoon’s nails dug into your hips, his teeth grazing the crook of your neck, “you feel so good, y/n.. so tight for me, my pretty baby.”
jihoon pressed his forehead against yours, beads of sweat sticking to his temples, lips hungrily attaching to yours. your hips slowly worked up and down his cock, a bit too slow, perhaps. “princess, please,” he groaned, his hips thrusting into yours, “don’t tease so much.”
“you’re the one who wanted me to top today,” you mumbled, picking up speed, clutching onto jihoon’s shoulders for support. he grinned, planting a kiss on your lips, a hand wandering to your breast, his thumb rubbing circles into your soft skin. he took your other nipple into his mouth, teeth grazing your hardened bud, his tongue swirling your sensitivity. your fingers curled into jihoon’s shoulders, stutters and moans stirring in the back of your throat.
he looked up, nipple still tucked between his teeth, taking in the sight of your eyes shut tight, mouth slightly agape, hitched breaths leaving your lips. he grinned, murmuring a “you’re so beautiful” against your breasts, now adorned in bruises of various shapes and shades of violet and maroon. if you were to ask him, this was why he loved it when you rode him — he loved knowing that he was the only one able to pleasure you this way, how only his name left your lips, how he was the only one who was able to see you like this, all fucked out and only for him.
the air was thick and musty, the smell of sex filling the studio, jihoon’s groans and your whimpers muffling the sound of his skin pounding against yours. your hand trembled, reaching down to your clit, two fingers rubbing against your sensitive bud. it was ironic — for someone who had a knack for keeping rhythm, his thrusts into you were asynchronous with your bounces. he placed his hand on the base of your neck, pulling you in closer, your bottom lip swollen in between his teeth.
“fuck,” he groaned, pushing back his sweat-soaked hair, thrusts getting harder and faster, “so fucking good for me, baby.”
“j-jihoon.. m-my c-clit,” you mumbled, your fingers numb from non stop rubbing. jihoon instantly put two of his digits into your mouth, coating them with your saliva before pressing them against your swollen bud. “f-fuck, j-jihoon,” the words tumbled out of your mouth in a mix of moans and whimpers, “i-i’m so c-close.”
“c-come for m-me, p-princess,” although he stuttered, his fingers acted quickly, rubbing circles into your clit until it came to you — in the form of tiny white dots filling your vision, an electrifying shock through your body. you rode out your high, jihoon gripping onto your trembling thighs. his thrusts slowed and staggered, pulling out to release onto your skin, thick, ropes of milky white spilling onto your stomach and thighs.
“you did so well for me, baby,” he grinned, kissing your shoulder before resting his forehead against yours. he pulled your hair back, tucking stray strands behind your ear before leaning in to press his lips against your nose.
you giggled, scrunching your nose before placing a kiss on his lips, “back to work?”
“you’re funny if you think i can go back to work after that. let’s go home, yeah?”
sO! i'm uhh..... glad you were able to let your thirst for mingyu out (that dude...has me swerving since 1997) and....wow. who thinks gyu can't be a dom?? Fight me. and since you mentioned it: mingyu's arms. I literally can't take it anymore. They're just....wow. and since i kinda want you to suffer (i'm sorry i love you!!) But who do you think has the nicest hands/arms in seventeen? -honeybunch (she has a nsfw blog i still cant belive it but..you gotta let that thirst out somewhere am i right?)
nicest hands: minghao ok hear me out just — look, his fingers are slim and long and nimble and i bet you my kidneys he knows it too and he’s gonna use them as a weapon,, minghao + fingering = he’s gonna take his time and tear you apart and fuuuck
the runner up is jihoon don’t even try to fight me on this bc,,,, have you seen his veins oh lord those hands are a gift from god
nicest arms: seokmin and if you don’t believe me look at him during the aju nice era and then come back and ofc
Jihoon sighed as he pushed the door to the cafe open, glad to be stepping out of the heat. Spring was almost in full swing, leaves and flowers beginning to adorn the bare branches of the trees and shrubs, insects beginning to come out of hibernation-- and so were arms and legs. Checking his phone, he finds he’s just a little early, joining the line to order a cold drink. Maybe he should order two? But what if his date doesn’t like coffee? Maybe a juice then? Everyone likes juice.
The line moves and Jihoon eventually gets to order, ordering an iced americano for himself and a mango juice for his date, taking a seat by the window. “I wonder if she’s coming..” He hums, running his fingers through his hair. It was as if being single was a sin, especially because spring was coming and in the words of his friends: what better way to start off spring than to have a girlfriend and to watch your love bloom?
Ugh. That was a terrible line.
Not that he didn’t want a girlfriend. It would be nice if he had one, but if it didn’t work out then oh well. The buzzer vibrates on the table and Jihoon gets up to collect the drinks, sliding back into his seat moments later. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t excited, taking deep breaths to will his heart to just calm down a little as he reached over to place the second cup in front of the second chair. He knew nothing about his date other than the confirmation from his friends that she’d be everything he’s looking for and that he should wear a red shirt... so he wore a red shirt. Hopefully she’d come?
"at least you'll die doing what you love; walking into danger" + jihoon juseyo 👉👈💕
"are you sure this is a good idea?" jihoon whispers to you, his hand waiting on the door knob.
you're taken aback, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "what kind of question is that? of course, it's not a good idea. but i'm so bored and i can't think of anything else to do," you giggle.
jihoon shushes you with a finger on your lips, pursing his own with tension. he was hoping you'd reassure him, but you'd only confirmed his worries. "look, you know i love wreaking havoc, especially when it's with you, but-"
you can't help pressing a kiss to his cheek at that. his cheeks flush, matching the colour of the air-horn in your hand.
"but..." jihoon attempts to regain his composure: "i still think this is a dangerous idea." his voice is still low. "he will never forgive us. i might have to give joshua all the vocal parts so that i don't have to face him."
"are you sure that won't make him hate you even more?" you're still laughing quietly, and jihoon's eyes widen at your words. "you're right," he responds. "he's gonna kill me."
"me too! this was MY idea, remember," you remind him.
"well, at least you'll die doing what you love; walking into danger. i, on the other hand, am only here because of peer pressure."
you roll your eyes. "you're here because you love me and you can't reject any of my dumb ideas, jihoonie."
he shrugs. "that too."
you inhale deeply. "okay, enough chit-chat. are you ready to witness the best prank ever?"
"not yet-"
"let's go!"
you burst into the room before jihoon's ready, blasting the air-horn towards jeonghan, who was fast asleep until now.
jihoon doesn't know why he'd ever voluntarily sign up to do this, to play such a stupid prank on his friend, to run out of the room with you as soon as you'd woken him up. but then he feels your hand grabbing his, you giggling at jeonghan's entertaining reaction and the stupidity of the whole situation, and he thinks to himself, he wouldn't mind walking into danger if it's with you.
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“Yeah, keep making jokes. That’ll win the war.” With Joshua pls ❤️
“Now remember, this end goes towards the zombies,” Joshua pointed to the barrel of the gun. “and not the other way.”
The others rolled their eyes at his ‘piece of advice.’ They had heard similar variations of that joke ever since the zombie outbreak last week, and he didn’t seem like he was going to stop anytime soon. Who knows, maybe it’s a defense mechanism?
“Yeah, keep making jokes. That’ll win the war.” Wonwoo drawled, unloading his own weapon and placing it back in his holster. The hip-hop unit (as they referred to themselves as) had just come back from their own patrol, making it the vocal unit’s turn.
It was easier to refer to their situation as a war rather than what it actually was. Wars could be won. Wars had survivors. Delaying of your inevitable death didn’t sound pleasing at all.
Supplies and barricades were scattered around the basement of the warehouse they had chosen as their hideout. The thirteen males were exhausted and lacking food and water, but they had enough to live off of. The almost constant adrenaline rush kept them from thinking about it.
“Alright, we need to head out.” Jihoon commanded, leading the other four out of the warehouse behind him and searching the area.
They had learned it was better to get to the zombies before they got to them, but it was only a slight upper hand. There had only been the rare occasion that they ever came across a zombie, so the chance of the five of them crossing paths with one during their shift was very slim.
“Movement, one o’clock.” Jeonghan whispered, his ears having picked up on it far before anyone else could.
It wasn’t soon enough, though. The zombie had picked up on them too and was now staggering over faster than the usual zombie. It’s erratic path made it difficult to get a good shot in.
“Where’d you get the alcohol? Sharing is caring!” Joshua called out, a teasing smile on his lips as the zombie froze long enough to give Dk a perfect shot.
“I think my jokes just might win the war.” The smile remained on his lips as Jeonghan smacked the back of his head.
“Maybe if they were good enough they would.”
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