jihoon's not a drinker. nor is he a partyer.
but yet here he is, sitting on a disgusting couch at someone's trashy and loud house party. an alcoholic beverage in one hand and a coke zero in the other. the only reason he's here is because of you and the way he can never say no when you bat those pretty eyelashes at him and coo over how much you trust your beefy bodyguard to watch over your drink.
like always though, you leave him alone with the third fizzy coke zero of the night and holding whatever's left of the sordid mixture your friends mixed and convinced you to take when you arrived. it lays in his hand that's atop a bouncing knee as he waits, the condensation threatening to drip off his fingers and mess up his black jeans.
jihoon looks sexy as hell with dark, curly hair contrasting the loose, white button-down he has on. but the foreboding aura of utter disdain at being here makes everyone subconsciously give him a wide berth - which he's thankful for.
he's not really a bodyguard but he sure as hell could act like one.
especially when you finally reemerge from the crowd, stumbling over to him. you're giddy and high on adrenaline after dancing and frolicking to your hearts content. tits practically spilling out from your tiny lil tube top when you bend over, supporting yourself with hands placed on his thick thighs. the way other party-goers start to leer at your backside is probably due to the insanely short skirt you have on that was temptingly riding up.
the same skirt jihoon was asked five times if you looked good in when he came to pick you up. and he'd had to deal with an eyeful of your ass paraded in his face for about ten minutes too long for his poor, threadbare sanity.
"i'm feeling woozy," you giggle.
he sighs, placing the red solo cup off to the side. not caring where exactly or what happens to it because you're definitely not drinking anymore of that. now that he has a free hand, he uses it to tug you down onto his lap - effectively planting your softness against his firmness. ass supported on one strong thigh and legs perched on top of the other one, the side of your upper torso leaning against his chest.
you squeal in excitement, restless and shifting around. unwittingly grinding down on him and not stopping in the least when he places a warning hand on your hip to halt your movement. that only makes you squirm even more.
"drink this," he instructs and hands you his coke zero.
"it's too fizzy," you pout and suddenly you're holding onto his broad shoulders for some stability. breasts squishing directly against his as you cling to him and pitifully whine, "make it better for me, ji."
it doesn't help that he can feel the way there's a wet spot collecting on his pants and it's definitely not from the drinks. it takes everything in him to try and desperately suck in some amount of air to collect himself with the knowledge that your panty-clad cunt is leaking onto him.
"and how d'ya suppose i do that?"
your bottom lip juts out as you try to form your logic. "suck on it." oh he would. "make the sting go away." well, he can't promise that -
"you need to sober up."
he nearly shoves you off his lap to render any ideas of kissing you (and more) null, especially when you mumble something along the lines of "i'm wet already" and sternly instructs you to stay put while he finds some water.
you nod and smile, "i'll be good for you," and he groans.
"you're anything but good."
and he's right because it doesn't take even two steps away before you're clinging onto him again, nails digging into his large biceps.
"take me with you, don't wanna be alone," you hiccup and blink those damn eyelashes at him. "my favorite person ever."
of course he relents. pulling you into the quieter kitchen area and doing his best to ignore your tits that have magnetized to his arm.
jihoon doesn't manage to untangle himself away from you but once he gets some water, it's a relief that you take it and drink without saying anything else that will give him more of a headache and hard-on.
"would it be alright if i took you home now?"
"yeah, this party is boring!"
"that's what i keep telling you."
"no one wants to fuck me," you complain and he tilts his head, mouth opening tentatively. "everyone thinks we're fucking instead!"
it shuts and he clears his throat before reminding, "you can tell them the truth."
"but then i think about if we did." you're too far gone to realize he ends up choking on his saliva. "i also think about how good your hair would be to pull while you're between my legs."
"... i, uh, i didn't know you felt that way."
"it's all your fault! being hot and caring and everything even if you like to think you act cool and unbothered."
"sure, yeah. my bad."
"you're bad and big. and i bet your dick is too!" you gasp in realization. "will you show it to me?"
"not sure what you mean by bad but no, i won't show it to you."
"jihoon," and then you're fluttering your eyelashes again and he has a suspicion you absolutely know what that does to him.
little vixen.
"no. absolutely not."
"what if i'm sober?"
he hums noncommittally and sarcastically agrees. "oh yeah, totally."
"that's a promise. and i'm totally sober right now, fyi."
"you want me to flash everyone here? are you trying to get me to act like a creep?"
"oh. no. no, no, no. someone might take my big cock away and then i'll never be happy."
jihoon sighs, flicking your forehead before he walks with you to the door to go outside. "don't worry, i'll always make sure you're satisfied even if it's just emotionally."
"i know, you're the best. just one of the many reasons i keep you around."
even though he knows you likely won't remember most of this conversation (hopefully), he does know that you're speaking the full truth in at least that statement. the rest can follow in a more... proper sequence.
"yeah, yeah. now get some rest, you idiot. i'll wake you up when we're at your place."
and you drift off in a content, half-drunk doze while he drives. knowing you're always going to be safe with jihoon, the tame beast he plays for now that would do anything to better your welfare.
the kind of person that fondly watches you sleep, parked outside where you live and waiting a bit until he alerts you of the arrival just to savor these precious moments under the starlight when it's just you and him.
but one day - yes, one day soon - you're gonna find a way to unleash the wild animal that lies beneath ready to ravage and serve you in an entirely different manner.
that's the man that jerks off in his bed alone to the thought of your warm, wet pussy snug against his leg - imagining all the sinful things he could do with you. well, he's always been patient. it won't be long until he can encourage you to drag your hips across his thigh and have you worship his thick cock with your pretty mouth.
it's only a matter of time. he knows you want him too. and as his release spills out over his fingers from his spent cock with a moan of your name, he only prays you'll be brave enough to admit it too without the influence of alcohol.