summary: On the way to meet her parents for the first time, Jihoon can’t resist teasing his anxious girlfriend, turning nerves into desire right there in the car. They might be about to smile politely over dinner… but they both know the real heat will come later, behind closed doors.
warning!! nsfw, fingering, pet-names;
notes: the inspo was a trend that i saw on x and one girl did it with woozi! so, this little short story just born
You were all nervous ’cause today was finally the day Jihoon was gonna meet your parents. You knew your boyfriend was charming, polite, basically everything your parents ever wanted in the person you’d choose to love — but that didn’t stop the anxiety from crawling all over you.
You guys were already on your way, and your legs were bouncing like crazy — dead giveaway you were anxious — even though you were just sitting there in the passenger seat.
“Hey, relax… I’m not gonna embarrass you in front of your parents,” Jihoon said, taking his right hand off the wheel just to rest it on your thigh, giving you a little reassuring squeeze.
“I know you won’t… but do you even know how you’re gonna approach them? Especially my dad…”
“Of course! I’ll talk about the stuff we’ve got in common…” Jihoon said, then that mischievous little grin spread across his lips. “Was thinking about starting with something about baseball… at least until I get to the most important part…”
He paused for a second, still smirking. You just knew there was something completely unexpected running through his head with that look.
“Which is…”
“Well, I would say… your daughter calls me daddy too.”
He started laughing as soon as he finished the sentence, but flashes of last night flooded your mind. Jihoon’s hands all over your body, hitting all the right spots… it was impossible not to feel that wave of heat rushing through you. Instinctively, with that little ache low in your belly, your legs pressed together and a blush spread across your cheeks.
Seeing that, Jihoon’s face changed instantly. That playful, teasing expression melted into something darker — pure lust.
“You’re thinking about everything we did last night, aren’t you?” he said, sliding his hand a little higher up your thigh, squeezing you harder this time.
“Yes… daddy,” you breathed out, your voice all soft and needy, barely keeping that shaky sigh from slipping through your lips.
That sound — God — it made Jihoon lose it completely. His right hand, the one that’d been on your thigh, slipped right under your dress, boldly making its way between your legs.
“So wet… and I haven’t even done anything to you yet, babe…”
You bit your lip hard, trying to keep yourself quiet, but the way his fingers brushed over you made it almost impossible. Your breath hitched, your hips instinctively tilting towards his touch, desperate for more even though you were both still in the damn car.
Jihoon let out this low, cocky chuckle, loving every second of how undone you were getting.
“Shit, babe… you’re already this worked up and we’re not even home yet,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire, leaning closer to whisper right against your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
You could barely think straight, your fingers gripping the edge of the seat so tight your knuckles went white.
“Jihoon… w-we can’t…” you tried to say, but your voice came out all breathy and weak, completely betraying you.
“Hmm… pretty sure we can,” he smirked, pushing his fingers just a little further, teasing you mercilessly.
The car kept moving down the road, but for you, the whole world had narrowed down to his touch, his voice, and that wicked grin of his.
“Don’t worry, baby… I’ll behave when we get to your parents’,” he promised, but the way his fingers kept playing with you said otherwise.
You gasped, your head falling back against the seat, your body already trembling, knowing damn well that Jihoon always knew exactly how to push you right to the edge… and then some.
His fingers slipped past the thin fabric, finally finding exactly what he was looking for. You let out a sharp gasp, biting down hard on your lip to keep from moaning his name right there in the car.
“Fuck… you’re soaking,” Jihoon growled, his voice low and rough, as if he was barely holding himself back. His fingers moved slow at first, just to tease, making you squirm in your seat, your thighs trembling as you tried — and failed — to keep still.
“Jihoon…” you whimpered, your hand gripping his wrist, not really to stop him, but just because you needed something, anything, to ground yourself.
But he didn’t stop. Of course he didn’t. He leaned in closer, pressing a hot kiss against your neck, then trailing up to your ear.
“Be a good girl and stay quiet for me… we’re almost there,” he whispered, his words sending another pulse of heat straight through you as his fingers kept working you over, slow but relentless.
Your eyes fluttered shut, your breath coming out in shaky little pants, your whole body already on fire for him. But then —
Ding.
Your phone lit up with a notification from your mom: “We’re waiting for you two! Dinner’s almost ready!”
Jihoon glanced at it and let out a dark little laugh, finally pulling his hand away, though not before giving you one last, slow stroke that left you gasping for air.
“Guess we’ll have to finish this later…” he said, smirking as he casually licked his fingers, tasting you with zero shame.
You just stared at him, your cheeks flushed, your whole body still aching for more.
The car slowed to a stop right in front of your parents’ house, the porch light glowing warmly in the evening air. Jihoon leaned over, kissed your cheek sweetly — completely switching gears — and whispered,
“Let’s go say hi to your parents… but tonight, you’re all mine.”
You swallowed hard, trying to pull yourself together as you opened the door, knowing damn well that this night was far from over.
