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chrysbibi · 1 year

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Pairing: Park Jihoon x fem!Reader

Genre: Non!Idol AU, friends to fwb(??), smut, fluff

Summary: Park Jihoon is notorious for his gift-giving and this Christmas you are unlucky enough to have him as your Secret Santa! What you don't expect is that he has something more in store for you than just presents!

Word count: 6.8k

Warnings: explicit sexual content, swearing, kissing without asking for consent, fingering, dirty talking

A/N: This was supposed to be posted on Christmas day, but better late than never! Happy New Year!

"Hey?"

This is wrong on so many levels!

You stare at Jihoon's perplexed expression as he holds the door to his apartment open. He is standing right in front of the doorway, blocking your way in, but you are not really there to hang out.

"H-Hey…" you fail to hide your nervousness as you stutter, but you quickly clear your throat and straighten your head, "Is Junkyu here?" you ask, eyes glancing behind Jihoon's figure and inside the apartment as if trying to find the brunette yourself.

You know Junkyu is not in their apartment. You asked his whereabouts with an innocent-looking text to be sure he was out before you made your way to their flat. It never hurt anybody to double check though!

Jihoon's furrowed eyebrows relax a bit, "Eh, no. You actually just missed him." realizing your unannounced visit was meant for his flatmate, he loosens up and leans against the door; the confused look on his face completely gone, "Are you here to see him?"

This is it!

You brace yourself for what you are about to do; taking a deep breath before meeting Jihoon's mischievous eyes.

"No." you reply and Jihoon raises one eyebrow, "I am here to see you."

Before he can do or say anything, you raise yourself on your tiptoes and grab his face with both hands, crashing your lips on his.

You firmly press your lips against his for a few seconds before you pull away. Jihoon is looking at you wide eyed, his lips parting as he tries to collect his thoughts on what just happened.

Your hands release his cheeks, fingers slightly brushing his jaw in the process before they fall back to your sides. You stare at him blankly and readjust the strap of your bag on your shoulder.

You seriously want to cry!

He is staring at you with that stupid moonstruck expression on his face and you can't look at him after what you just did. Which you did for the stupidest reason ever! You want to take the kiss back so bad. So fucking bad, but you can't! You can't!

So, you just turn your back on him and start walking -almost jogging- toward the stairs.

Jihoon's eyes become even wider upon seeing your actions, "Wait!" he shouts after you but you are already running down the stairs, not even thinking of trying the elevator in case you have to wait for it and then have to face the consequences of the kiss!

You reach the ground floor in record time and bang the central door behind you as you exit the building. You continue running, till you are a few blocks away and then lean against a wall to catch your breath.

You haven't run so fast before in your lifetime!

As your lungs oxugenate and your brain starts functioning again all you can think about is what have you done?!

"Y/n!" Junkyu's gummy smile is what greets you when he opens the door to his and Jihoon's flat.

You wrap yours arms around him and let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, "Nice to see you too!" you smile at him as you step back to look at him properly.

Oh, you are so glad it was him who opened the door!

"Is Yoshi already here?"

Junkyu smiles at you as he lets you come in the apartment, "You are the last one again!"

"Yoshi is always super early!" you defend yourself as you remove your coat and shoes and arrange them on and under the coat rack, "And it's your apartment! There is nobody else to come!"

"So many excuses." Junkyu teases and you playfully shoot him a dirty look as you finally settle your things.

Junkyu's eyes spark as they fall on the two bags beside you on the floor and he tries to take a peak inside of them. You catch him looking and you grab the bags, bringing them to your chest, "No cheating!"

Junkyu huffs, puffing his cheeks and that only makes you laugh, "Has anyone told you you look more like a puffer fish than a koala?"

"Hey!" he pouts, his cheeks never failing to stay chubby.

You chuckle and give him the smaller bag, "I made cookies!"

His eyes go round and his mouth forms an O as he opens the bag and stares at the transparent box of ginger cookies. He looks at you excited before looking back at the cookies and you laugh at his enthusiasm.

"Let's put them in the kitchen!" he declares as he raises the bag over his head, like he wants to showcase the importance of the backage.

You follow behind him, but as soon as you step into the kitchen your smile drops.

Jihoon has his back turned to you as he prepares the beef for bulgogi, but as Junkyu bounces in with the cookies, shouting "Y/n is here and she brought cookies!", Jihoon turns to look at you.

You lock eyes for a second, which feels like an aeon, before you avert your gaze to look at the floor. When you look back up, Jihoon has already turned his attention to the food.

"Then dessert is covered!" Jihoon smirks, still having his back turned to you and you find yourself lightly scowling.

Junkyu gets your cookies out of their box and places them into a plate, looking overly pleased with himself. He turns to you and puts his hands on his waist, a smug smile on his face.

"Jihoon made dinner." he tells you and with the corner of your eye you see Jihoon nodding his head as his efforts are getting recognized, "And for once it is something that people can actually eat!"

Jihoon, who is in the middle of tasting the sweet potato noodles in the pot, chokes on a noodle and coughs violently, grabbing the kitchen counter for dear life. Junkyu laughs at him and you can't help but bite your bottom lip to prevent laughing and causing the wrath of Jihoon.

Once Jihoon recovers he sends you and Junkyu a dirty look, apparently having noticed you choking on your laughter. He places the beef and noodles on the counter and straightens his apron.

"Next time I will let you cook the food and see how that goes." Jihoon has his scary look on, but the mischief is still there in his eyes.

"No please!" you plea and Junkyu's goggles at Jihoon in horror.

"That's right!" Jihoon crosses his ams, playing the stern card, "Maybe you should appreciate what you have!" he says and you gulp when he briefly locks eyes with you.

Oh no, was that one aimed at you?!

You shut your mouth and try to clear your head from all the anxious thoughts that start clouding it. Even if it was a remark for you, it doesn't matter! What is done, is done. Just continue acting like everything is normal!

Jihoon gives Junkyu the pot with the beef, his behavior back to normal, "Make yourself useful and take this to the living room."

"Okay!" Junkyu complies without protesting and exits the kitchen as he gives you one last gummy smile.

You are dwelling on following after him because if you don't, you will be left alone with Jihoon in the kitchen. And in no way you would like to be alone with Jihoon anywhere right now!

Not after what you did...

But, you hesitate enough that when you make up your mind on going after him, it is too late and your brain convinces you that if you leave now, you will only appear awkward. Well, more awkward than now!

Jihoon however prepares quietly the noodles, kimchi and the bulgogi ingredients with his back again turned to you. You watch as he acts like you are not even there and take a step back, closer to the door. Maybe he won't notice if you leave quietly!

However, Jihoon turns to face you at that exact moment and you stop on your tracks abruptly, making your intentions rather obvious. He chooses to ignore it, asking you a question instead, "Can you take the noodles to the living room?"

His tone is softer than the one he used with Junkyu and you feel your heart flutter inside your chest. You resist the urge to place a hand over it and slowly nod, walking to him to get the pot.

You find yourself standing really close to him, shoulders almost touching as you get the sweet potato noodles' pot. The handles are really hot and you hiss under your breath. But, with the small distance between you and Jihoon, he picks up the sound and looks at you.

You don't notice he has turned his attention to you till his larger hands cover yours and you snap your head upwards to stare at him wide eyed. Jihoon meets your gaze, hands staying over yours on the handles as he stares back at you intensely.

"I-"

Jihoon hands gently remove yours before you can continue talking and place a potholder over the loop handles, so you can grab the pot without burning yourself.

"Thank you." your voice comes out quiet again, but you can't bring yourself to speak louder when your face is centimeters away from Jihoon's and he has a look in his eyes that you have never seen before in all your three years of friendship.

His eyelids move downwards and you realize he is now looking at your lips. You both stay still for a second before he starts leaning closer to you, his eyes never leaving your lips.

And that's the moment you panic! The alarm goes off in your head and you stumble backwards as he keeps leaning forward, his lips parting, going for a kiss.

"Ehh! Uhh…I-" you stagger backwards along with the pot, "I am going to the living room! Before it get's cold!"

You practically run out of the room with the noodles in your hands, your brain trying to make the sting in your heart disappear after you saw the disappointment in Jihoon's eyes.

"The noodles have arrived!" you yell as you enter with full force into the living room, where Junkyu and Yoshi are sitting.

You mimic the iconic scene from 'The Lion King', raising the pot of noodles over your head for your crowd -Yoshi and Junkyu- to admire. Junkyu and Yoshi are kind enough to grin and clap at your antics as you try to erase what just almost happened in the kitchen.

You set the pot of noodles on the coffee table next to the beef and a lot of bottles of soju. Jihoon should be bringing the rest of the food any time now and then your Christmas dinner would be complete!

You shake your head in an attempt to stop thinking about Jihoon in any way or form and plop down on the couch between Yoshi and Junkyu. This makes your chances of Jihoon sitting next to you a round zero! And you couldn't be happier!

The living room is decorated with colorful Christmas lights and the small Christmas tree in the corner of the room is heavy with various ornaments. Even the plushies thrown on the floor to make room in the couch for you are wearing santa hats! You must admit that Junkyu and Jihoon tried extra hard this year to create an ideal Christmas atmosphere for your annual celebration!

Junkyu is wearing his favourite Supreme black hoodie with matching black sweatpants while Yoshi is in a black and white stripped blouse and baggy black pants. His mismatched stripped socks are ever so distinctive of him.

"Why do we need all this soju for?!"

"It's Christmas!" Yoshi laughs and leans back on the couch. You wiggle your nose at him and pull your tongue out and Yoshi shows you his own tongue.

"Yoshi is just trying to find an excuse to drink more!" Junkyu teases and Yoshi throws him a pillow, making the younger man screech in terror.

"I am an adult! I don't need an excuse to drink!" he defends himself, crossing his arms over his chest playfully.

You chuckle and grab Yoshi's cheek, tugging at the soft flesh while he whines, "Look at this big baby!" you say, grabbing his other cheek and stretching his face.

Jihoon arrives at that moment in the room, balancing four plates of rice, kimchi, lettuce and cookies on his arms. Yoshi immediately jumps up to help him place them on the coffee table, finding the perfect excuse to escape your hold. Despite Yoshi's swift reaction, Jihoon catches a glimpse of you and Yoshi on the sofa and his eyes narrow. You and Junkyu remain sitted; Junkyu too busy picking his ear and you too busy staying as far away from Jihoon as possible.

"Thanks for the help!" Jihoon snorts when everything is settled and Junkyu responds with a simple shrug of his shoulders.

Jihoon rolls his eyes and seeing the empty space on your left, he heads for it. With Yoshi standing up to help him, the seat was freed, making one of your worst fears for the night come close to realization.

Your eyes widen and in an act of desperation you jump and grab Yoshi's arm, pulling him back next to you on the couch. Jihoon is left dumbfounded as he stares at you hugging Yoshi's arm with all your life force. Yoshi is taken aback too by your sudden actions and as you feel three pair of eyes burning holes through you, you nuzzle your face in Yoshi's side.

"The seat is taken!"

Jihoon's mouth hangs open before he jaw clenching as he moves back and sits on the armchair on the left side of the sofa; his gaze lingering on you. You try to ignore him and continue acting as if nothing is going on.

"Yoshi I haven't seen you for so long! I have to catch up on all the gossip!" you say as you keep leaning on him.

Yoshi, who is familiar with your aggressive snuggling, smiles and pats you in the head, "You didn't miss a lot!"

"Mm…I missed you!" you say truthfully, but the emphasis you put on it, makes Jihoon eye you suspiciously.

Yoshi laughs softly and pats your head again, leaning on you too as Junkyu, who grew tired of your sicky sweet interraction, presses start on the 'Tokyo Godfathers' movie. It had taken you about a week to decide on which film you would watch on Christmas, finally agreeing on Yoshi's pick as some of you had grew tired of rewatching Home Alone or How the Grinch Stole Christmas every holiday season!

Everything goes back to normal while you watch the movie, meaning you all chat while the movie is playing, making clever remarks at each other, arguing on how great the plot is and laughing at whoever sheds some tears first -spoiler, it's Yoshi- before you tear up yourselves. The food disappears pretty quickly, leaving you bellies full and only some crumps on the plates. You take it easier with the soju though, drinking less than a bottle each.

As the movie ends and Jihoon turns off the TV, you know the moment you have all been waiting for is near!

The moment you have been dreading…

"Bring out the gifts!" Junkyu shouts and with a flamboyant move, his reaches under the couch and pulls out a present.

Jihoon chuckles and reveals his own wrapped package, hidden behind the curtain. Yoshi and you run back to the entrance of the flat, getting your gifts from beside the coat stand and return to the living room.

This is your 3rd year doing your Secret Santa tradition with the '00 liners. Ever since you begun university and you moved to Seoul, away from your family, you found out the hard way that getting back home for the Christmas holidays is very fucking expensive. And thus you spent a tremendous amount of money to visit your family in your first year.

Hanging out with the group of friends you made in university though, you accidentaly found out that the rest of the boys in your age also had difficulties visiting their families at this time of the year. The airplane tickets for Japan would always skyrocket around the Christmas dates for Yoshi while the same would happen to the train ticket prices to Busan for Jihoon. The train tickets for Chungju would be a bit more expensive too for Junkyu, but as the rest of you '00 liners came to the realization it would be cheaper and equally fun to spend Christmas together in Seoul, Junkyu decided to join you. Therefore, saving some of his money too!

And so this Secret Santa tradition begun for the four of you! Every year for the past three years, you would gather to Jihoon's and Junkyu's apartment and trade gifts with each other, as your financial state as college students could only afford the expenses of one gift.

Unfortunately, what you also learned the hard way, was that Jihoon must be the worst gifter ever! His victim on your first year of your Secret Santa tradition had been Junkyu. The poor man could only smell the Eucalyptus Jihoon had given him and make funny faces as his brain was trying to comprehend the situation and what his reaction should be. Jihoon didn't seem bothered by how obvious Junkyu wasn't fond of his gift; he just sat back amused and watched, having the time of his life.

Yoshi was his victim on the second year of your tradition and he had had it even worse, as Jihoon honored him with a whole, uncooked chicken! You would never forget the look of utter disbelief on Yoshi's innocent face as he looked at Jihoon and then at the chicken and then back at Jihoon. The only explanation you or anyone could give was that Yoshi was really into fried chicken that period and Jihoon had been…inspired!

This year, you were the unlucky one...

You look at Jihoon as he takes a seat opposite from you on the carpet. You all sit in a circle in the middle of the living room, as to be more personal when gift-giving and hold the presents on your laps. Jihoon raises his head and catches your staring, instantly giving you a smirk. You roll your eyes and look at Junkyu next to you, who is excitedly bouncing up and down.

Junkyu never lasted long under pressure and this year you had broken him! Two weeks before Christmas you had tricked him into revealing to you who he had picked for Secret Santa. Spoiler alert; it was Jihoon!

Yoshi's pick wasn't hard to figure out when you bumped into him exiting the skateboard shop ten days before Christmas. Only him and Jihoon were skateboarding among you four and you already knew Jihoon was Junkyu's pick. Yoshi's terrible lying confirmed your suspicions that he was indeed choosing his Secret Santa present and that the receiver would obviously be himself!

You came to the horrible realization that there was none other than yourself to be Jihoon's pick for Secret Santa, as you had picked Junkyu's name out of the name bag! You had feared this might happen, but you had never thought of what course of action you would take if your worst nightmare became reality!

Who could have guessed that you would choose to go along with the worst possible idea you could have; kissing Jihoon out of the fucking blue!

For a strange, unknown reason, you were convinced that this would make it hard for Jihoon to pick a crappy gift for you in case of hurting your feelings. Your feelings for him, which were none other than platonic ones of course! Of course!

But, Jihoon needn't know that!

At least not until you exchanged gifts!

You would let him believe the kiss was intentional; a showcase of your romantic feelings in the midst of the holiday excitement. Then you would just come clean to him and confess that the kiss was just a trick for receiving a nice gift and then you would laugh about it!

Because there was no harm in such a stupid prank like that. Yours and Jihoon's relationship is purely platonic and that's the way it is going to stay because Jihoon isn't attracted to you and you definitely aren't attracted to Jihoon!

But, as Yoshi opens his Christmas gift from himself and laughs shyly at Jihoon's and Junkyu's teasing, your eyes are glued to Jihoon's form. Why does this feel so wrong?

Jihoon raises his gaze as he has Yoshi on a chokehold and ruffles his dyed orange hair and your eyes meet. You crack a smile, but it doesn't reach your eyes. Why do his stares feel so much different?

With the corner of your eye you see Junkyu throw Jihoon his own gift, which he grabs, but before he rips it open, he glances at you, making you look down on your lap. Why do you feel so tense around him?

Jihoon awes at the pair of headphones that Junkyu got him, trying them on and you catch yourself focusing on his face as he smiles brightly. Why doesn't this feel more than a stupid prank?

Distracted by your thoughts, you are caught by surprise when a plushie lands straight in your face. You yelp as you fall back; your survival instict failing at saving you! You can hear the boys laughing at your clumpsy fall and you narrow your eyes at Junkyu besides you as you pull yourself back into a sitting position.

Jihoon wears a smug expression on his stupidly handsome face, not bothering of hiding his identity as your assaulter. You throw the plushie back at him with force, but he catches it nevertheless, laughing at your annoyed face.

"Are you back with us?"

"I never left in the first place!" you speak between your teeth, still annoyed at his squishy attack.

You know he hears it and you know he smirks, but you refuse to look at him as you grab the big bag you were carrying from the beginning and pass it to Junkyu with a soft smile. Junkyu smiles back and opens it excitedly, pulling out a yellow hoodie. His mouth opens wide as he hugs the hoodie to his chest and grins at you.

"Thank you!"

"Wow! Another hoodie to his collection!" Jihoon teases, "Now you can wear a different color every day of the week!"

Junkyu pouts and hugs the hoodie tighter as if protecting it from Jihoon's jokes, "Don't worry Y/n, I love it! Thank you so much!" he reassures you, "I will wear it every day!"

"Or just twice before switching back to your usual black hoodie!"

"Hey!" Junkyu grabs a pillow from beside him and throws it at Jihoon, who protects his face at the last minute by raising his arms over his face. "Don't trash talk my precious, new hoodie!"

Jihoon laughs at Junkyu's growing pout and Junkyu throws another pillow at him, which he deflects again.

"You are just jealous my gift is better than yours!"

"But you got me my gift!"

Junkyu opens his mouth to reply to that before realization hits him and his mouth twists into a horrified expression. Yoshi falls back from laughter, hugging a pillow to his chest and Jihoon raises his eyebrows, challenging Junkyu to go on.

"Whatever! Let's see what great gift you picked for Christmas!" Junkyu changes the subject, too ashamed to face defeat head on.

Your smile drops and you turn to look at Jihoon, who still wears that same smug expression as he turnsmeets your gaze. His smirk widens as he grabs the package he hid behind his back and presents it to you.

Your heart drums against your ribcage, but you keep a cool facade on as you take the gift from his hands, fingers barely brushing against his. Colorful wrapping paper conceals the content of the package and as you rip it open in anticipation, you are left stupefied.

You raise the red dog bowl you found inside your package to take a better look at it and make sure your eyes are not tricking you. Junkyu and Yoshi start laughing loudly; Junkyu going as far as grabbing Jihoon's arm to hold himself from falling back while throwing his head back. Yoshi claps his hands and Jihoon just watches you carefully as you inspect your present.

Honestly? You were expecting something else!

This falls in the same category as Junkyu's and Yoshi's shitty presents from the previous years! At least you didn't get the raw chicken...

You sigh, dissapointed and emotionally exhausted; you went through all that trouble for absolutely no fucking reason!

You turn to Jihoon and give him an unimpressed look, "Really? A dog bowl?"

Your question somehow makes Junkyu burst into a new fit of laughter; his high pitched cackle echoing in the room.

Jihoon bites his bottom lip, barely holding himself back from laughing at your face, "You don't like it?"

"No, no, you are right. It is perfect! Except I don't have a dog!" you smile at him and flutter mockingly your eyelashes at him.

Jihoon bites his lip even harder and you just sigh and rub your forehead, "Thanks for the gift asshole!"

"You are welcome!" his eyes glimmer with mischief, but at least he has suppressed his laughter.

"Hey! Last year I got raw chicken!" Yoshi butts in, "Don't complain for a dog bowl! At least, it's kind of useful."

"Yes. Right. I can use it for my morning cereal. Thanks Jihoon!" you give him your fakest smile and he reciprocates by biting his lips again. This time though he isn't holding back his laugh and though there is mischief in his eyes, it's not the same one as before.

"Goodnight!" you shout as you close the door to Jihoon's room behind you.

A muffled 'goodnight' comes from the side of the living room, where Yoshi is sleeping, whereas a high pitched whine comes as an answer from Junkyu's bedroom. You chuckle as you jump into the bed next to Jihoon's and he tunrs off the lights.

And then... silence.

The silence would be welcoming in any other situation, but right now the silence makes you even more nervous than you already are. You wish you didn't have to sleep in the same room as Jihoon, but this is how you have been sleeping for the past three years whenever you and Yoshi slept over in the boys' flat.

Yoshi had insisted on sleeping on the couch, being the gentleman that he is, while you took the only other bed in the house, which was a pull-out bed under Jihoon's. Junkyu hadn't invested in a trundle bed like Jihoon, leaving limited sleeping places for guests.

So, here you are now, forced to sleep in the same room as Jihoon; who could as well be considered a victim of your poor choices. Although, one could argue you were also a victim of his stupid gift giving, but who is counting?

You sigh as you try to clear your mind of any thoughts, but it comes out louder than you intended it to be.

"Is it so bad that you had to share the room with me?" you hear Jihoon ask from the bed next to yours and he sounds almost sincere.

"Yes!" you quickly respond and when no answer comes from his side you realize that you might have been a bit harsh, "Maybe think more next time you get someone a gift rather than just trying to be funny!" this is still a bit harsh, but at least you clear that you are talking about the Secret Santa and not something else!

"Are you sure that's what's on your mind?" Jihoon asks and you hear him shifting in his bed sheets.

You are relieved that the room is dark and that he can't see you right now because you feel your face slowly warming up. You shift your weight in the bed, pulling the covers closer to your face in case he has the bright idea of turning on the lights.

"What else would there be?" you go on defense because that's the only option in your mind right now. You are not talking about that!

You stay stiff as you wait for his reply, but it never comes.

You hold your breath, thinking for a moment that he maybe fell asleep in the middle of the conversation and that you managed to avoid doing the talk. His breathing is indeed stable and after a minute or two has passed without an answer, you allow yourself to relax. You turn your back to his apparently sleeping form and close your own eyes, trying to catch some sleep.

You hear the springs under his bed creak as he changes position, but you pay them no attention when suddenly you feel your mattress dip at the edge. Before your mind can catch up to the situation, you feel the warmth of Jihoon's body in your back as a hand is placed in front of your face.

Your eyes open wide and you inhale sharply as you feel Jihoon's breath next to your ear. You stay as still as possible, hoping that you could maybe disappear, but your wish stays unfulfilled.

It takes him a moment before he finally whispers in your ear, "I think you know what I am talking about." his voice is steady and composed and unlike you he seems like he knows what he is doing.

"I don't." your voice comes out small and phoney compared to his and you can hear him smirk next to your ear, "If you are refering to the kiss, then you should know that I just did that to get a better present from you." you add, this time a bit louder, trying to throw him off.

"You don't really believe that."

You hate how your words don't seem to affect him at total!

"I do. And yet after all that trouble your gift still sucked!" you are meaner than usual, but he has cornered you and has left you no other choice.

For a moment, Jihoon stays silent and you actually start to worry if you maybe were a bit too harsh.

"Jihoon I-"

Your breath catches in your throat as the hand that he had on the pillow next to your head, retreats to his side before snaking around your waist, pulling you flat against his chest. He nuzzles his face in your nape, not minding your hair that tickle his nose and cheeks.

You are not new to the famous Jihoon back hug -especially when it's bed time- but the cuddle feels off considering its timing. Suddenly, you feel like it's hard to breath, his scent filling your nostrils; it's almost intoxicating. Did he always smell that good?

"If it means nothing, then you don't mind cuddling before sleep, right?"

You gulp, "No."

You are way too stiff to match your answer, but Jihoon doesn't pay mind to that as he tightens his grip over you.

"I am so glad the kiss didn't mean anything." he says, but you feel his hand creeping lower, "I was afraid that it would make things awkward between us, considering how you were acting today." his hand passes your stomach and reaches the beginning of you pajama pants, where it stops.

You want to tell him that your behavior was perfectly normal today and you were anything but awkward around him, but not only your words are stuck in your throat, but you also lean on his touch. His hand radiates heat so close to your core and your ass involuntarily presses against his pelvis.

"I would say that if I didn't get the impression that you were lying through your teeth!"

He presses his hand a bit more firmly in your lower stomach and you feel wetness pooling between your legs. You try to control your breathing by inhaling through your nose but it doesn't make your chest heave less intensely.

"I also have the impression you would rather have my hand somewhere else." he whispers in your ear, warm breath sending shivers down your spine as his hand starts moving in circles over your lower stomach.

And then he moves down, cupping your pussy over your pajama pants. Your breath hitches in your throat before a quiet moan escapes your lips. Jihoon chuckles next to your ear, his teeth grazing your skin behind the ear and you struggle to restrain yourself from moaning his name.

Now that it came to this, you guess there is no point in denying it any more!

Your hand flies down to your legs, grabbing his hand and pulling it upwards. Jihoon's eyes widen as for a second he thinks he misjudged you and that he acted hurriedly when you shock him by pushing his hand under your pajama pants. In your hurry, you place his hand over your underwear, but Jihoon's lets out a quiet groan, feeling the wet patch on your panties.

He pushes two fingers against the thin fabric of your underwear, exactly over your vagina, making you jerk your hips. His fingers move in circles; the wet fabric being the only thing seperating them from your cunt. His free hand slips under your body and gets a hold of your right breast; again over your pajama top.

He kneads your boob, fingers digging into it over the fabric and you whine as you arch your back against his body. The lack of contact with your skin is making you beyond frustrated.

"Jihoon!" you cry, "Please!"

You know your cries are effective when both of his hands stop moving and only his grip tightens. You whimper as he clenches harder at your breast and you hear his breathing becoming frantic.

"Look at you, begging already!" he breaths out and his right hand slides under your blouse, "How can I say no when you are being such a good girl?" he hums as his fingers wrap around your breast, finally digging into soft skin.

You gasp and push your hips back, waiting for his other hand to slip under your underwear and enter your tight hole. When his hand doesn't badge, you push your ass against his crotch once more, but he still doesn't move.

He laughs quietly at your desperation and his hand squeezes your boob, index finger brushing against your nipple, "You want my fingers that bad?"

You nod frantically and he bites his bottom lip as the corners of his mouth stretch into a grin, "Such a greedy girl! And to imagine that a few hours ago you didn't even want my lips!"

You feel the caress of his lips on your ear helix and your mouth falls open, but no sounds come out.

"N-No!" you manage to blurt out, stuttering as he twists your nipple between his fingers.

"Hm? What was that?" he smirks and presses his thumb over your clit.

You squirm, squeezing your legs tighter together for some much needed friction, "I want your lips!"

"Where?"

You whine as he still refuses to touch you properly, moving your hips back and hoping that maybe you can push him over the edge before he pushes you. You can feel his erection rubbing your backside; his pajama pants doing nothing to conceal it.

He grabs your hip and steadies your movements, his voice lowering in volume, "Where?!"

You are close to crying at this point, too embarrassed to say the word, yet too aroused to continue the banter with Jihoon.

"Here." you hiccup as you point at your cunt.

"Ah, here? Why didn't you say so?" he asks you innocently and as you are about to curse him for teasing you so much, he pushes your panties aside and enters two fingers in your vagina.

A broken moan leaves your lips as you finally -finally- feel some relief on you aching pussy. Jihoon shoves his fingers knuckles deep inside you and then curls them, finding your sweet spot and aiming at it every time.

"You take my fingers so good though. Are you sure you want my lips too?" he speaks in a hoarse whisper, "Aren't my fingers enough for you?" he asks as he thrusts his fingers roughly inside, making your whole body jolt with every shove.

"I love your fingers!" you moan as his thumb sweeps over your clit.

He synchronizes his monements, curling his fingers inside your tight walls while his thumb strokes your clit. You shudder when his nail scrapes your sensitive bud and Jihoon repeats the motion, only to have you shivering beside him.

"Ah, Jihoon!" you cry out loud, feeling a familiar knot forming in the pit of your stomach as you become more sensitive by each passing second.

"Shh! You don't want the others to hear, do you?" he reminds you as he catches your hard nipple between his fingers and twists it roughly, "You seemed so concerned they would find out something had happened between us. Tch, you even went as far as denying my kiss in the kitchen!"

You are not oblivious to the meaning of his words, but as he presses his hard-on on your ass and fucks you with his fingers, you find yourself too weak to form a coherent response. You only bite your lip and shut your eyes, in a hopeless attempt to stay quiet. You don't last for long as he slides a third finger in your cunt.

Jihoon removes his hand from under your pajama top and slaps it over your mouth. His pace quickens and he fingers your ruthlessly, making you bite on his palm to contain your moans. You are surprised he doesn't even hiss as your teeth dig into his skin. Rather, you feel his dick twitch under his clothes and he jerks his hips forward, to dry hump you.

Your eyes water and a few tears land on the sheets as your walls clamp around him and you feel like you are about to burst from arousal.

"Are you gonna cum?" he asks breathless and you nod your head, a sob catching in the back of your throat.

You shut your eyes, ready to embrace your orgasm when suddenly you feel empty. You clench around nothing and your pussy throbs at the abrupt lack of friction. A sound between a whine and a cry abandons your lips and you realize that there is no hand to cover your moans any more.

The mattress shifts behind you and you turn around to see Jihoon crawl back to his bed, like nothing had happened. You watch him wide eyed as he lies down and even pulls the bedcovers up. The moment he brings the blankets to his chin, you snap out of it and jump up.

You sit on his lap over the covers, a shiver traveling up your spine as your pussy comes in contact with his still erected dick even under all those layers.

"Jihoon!" you whine, exasperated fisting the blankets.

"You want to cum?" he asks you bluntly as he moves his hand to rest behind his head.

His question takes you off guard before you feel your arousal slide down your thighs and are reminded of the orgasm you never had, "Y-Yes! So bad!"

"Then use your fingers!"

You look at him dumpfounded, not believing a word he just said. But, when he doesn't move, you whine and crawl towards him. You sit on his belly and lean closer to his face, ready to do anything if it means you can feel him again.

Your hand ghosts over his crotch and your mouth almost waters even at the thought of jerking him off. There is no way he can continue playing hard to get if you have your hands or mouth wrapped around him!

"Jihoon, please!" you beg, but this time it doesn't seem to work.

Jihoon raises himself on his elbows, his eyes gleaming with mischief as removes your hand from his election. He grips your chin between two fingers and pulls your face closer to his, tongue darting out to lick his lips.

"If you want to cum…" he speaks in a velvety voice, "Then use your fingers. I am not helping you!"

You lips tremble as you hear his words, a pout forming on them. Jihoon smiles smugly and pecks your lips before closing the distance between you again, grabbing your bottom lip that sticks out between his teeth and pulling it slightly.

"Next time be a good girl and leave the pranks to me baby!"

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minv97 · 8 months

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˖°. ˖°.𓆩♡𓆪 .°˖ ˖°.

Warning nsfw content Minors dni!!!

100 followers woo! I wanted to celebrate by writing something with Jihoon as ever since Move came out he's been wrecking me :(( also as part of the celebration my asks will be open for 24 hrs so go crazy while you can. My inbox will always be open so don't be scared to interact with me! I'm shy but nice I promise.

This is my first time writing for a member of Treasure, they're actually my ult group and I've been a teume for a good 4 years and I'm so so happy they're getting the recognition they deserve because they're very talented and handsome!

Jihoon's basically a horny MF and finds (fem) reader's dildo... Enjoy!!! <3

This yours?” You look over at Jihoon at the exact time he pulls out your shiny, pink dildo from your night drawer and you swear the nosey bastard did it on purpose, you roll your eyes at him and march over to where he stands.

“Why are you going through my stuff?” You snatch the object from his hands and go to put it back in its original location but Jihoon stops you, pulling on your wrist and yanking you towards him in one swift motion. “Wanna show me how you use it?”

You feel heat rush to your face but Jihoon ignores this, intertwining your fingers together as he walked you over back to your bed.

“Show me, I’m curious now.” He’s teasing you can tell, his eyes are crescent moon from the smile that reaches his eyes and were decorated with black eyeliner and blue eye contacts from earlier’s party, that being the only reason the pretty pain in the ass was still around since he claimed to be too drunk to go home by himself but now you’re realizing he tricked you, what he really meant was he just wanted to fuck you.

“Jihoon-” Your words get cut off by him literally shoving you into your back and you land on the bed with a bounce, the mattress under you dips as Jihoon is quick to climb over you, chain dangling in your face as he grabs a hold of both your wrists and pinning them above your head and just like that you’re trapped under him.

“When’d you get it?” His feathery bangs tickling you as he dips his head closer to you, nudging his nose into the crook of your neck for a few moments before he presses a single kiss there to the skin. “You smell like strawberries by the way.”

“I can’t remember, it’s been awhile.” You answer truthfully and Jihoon withdraws himself from you but only enough to you look you in your eye when he speaks. “Wanna play with it?”

Jihoon was too tired for his own good- the evidence clear in his eyes and you can tell every time he looks at you but his thirst to fuck you overpowered it. Sleep can wait, especially when you were his main priority.

You were tired too of course, but Jihoon knew you’d give in to him. He saw the way you had eyed him all night, like a fat kid eyeing candy in a store and knew you wanted it just as bad as he did, can feel the heat from between your legs on the palm of his hand when he releases one of your wrists to feel and palm your clothed pussy just to make sure his intuition was right and like usual it was.

“Can I please?” He almost sounds like he’s begging with the way his voice draws the words out against your neck, softly this time. You can feel his dick against your thigh, all hard and eager for you and your mouth almost begins to water just as much as your pussy has when the idea of taking him in your mouth corrupted your brain.

“Say please again.” You’re only teasing but you’re not surprised when Jihoon looks in your eyes again, a sinister grin grows on his lips and without batting an eyelash said please, this time even softer and he’s running the tip of the dildo along your lower lips.

The second you give Jihoon permission to touch you further he latches his lips on yours. He doesn’t stop to take the time to remove your underwear, simply pulls it off to the side and he doesn’t give a warning before he’s pushing the head of it past your lips and inside of you, your hole practically throbbing and clenching around the toy immediately and you gasp against Jihoon’s lips.

He finally releases your wrist to lift up on his elbow and watch the way the dildo slides back in and out of you, mouth drooling at the way you were already making a mess, your arousl dripping from the dildo and down your thighs every time he slid the dildo out of you just to push it right back in, your pussy squelching and sucking it right back in greedily and you lay there, hands gripping the sheets around you with your eyes closed and lips slightly apart, taking everything he gave you and the sight of you makes him chuckle you’re so adorable.

“Tell me,” he starts, you’re barely listening he can tell so he slides the dildo out of you, resorting to rubbing the tip around your clit for only a second before he stops that too, ignoring the pout on your lips as you open your eyes and give him a pleading look. “Does it feel better than me?”

“You want me to compare a toy to you?” You scuff, rolling your eyes.

Jihoon looks down at you expecting and waiting for an answer, you realize he’s serious and he’s not moving a second more until you give him an answer and you sigh in annoyance. “Of course you feel better, Jihoon. Always prefer you.”

“Yeah?” He’s smiling now because of the way your feeding his ego. “Does that mean you’ll throw this thing away then?”

“What about when you’re not around?”

“Slut.” Jihoon rolls his eyes at you playfully, tossing the dildo somewhere behind him and he’s back all over you, kissing along the exposed skin of your breast peaking out from your shirt and hands gripping your waist tightly, you only chuckle and savor the feel of him, running a hand through the back of his silky hair. “Yeah, but I’m your slut.”

Jihoon perks up at that, you can see how red his ears are getting from your comment and the effect of it all in his actions when he starts to trail his kisses lower and lower along the curves of your body until he’s at the hem of your skirt, he’s growing tired and impatient and can’t wait to have a taste of you, making sure he vocally tells you this before bunching your skirt up around your thighs for better access.

Silly of you to think Jihoon would finally stop dragging this out and allow you to finally get your sweet release, it’s like you almost forgot you were dealing with Jihoon. He’s trying to kill you, you’re almost positively sure of it when he presses his tongue flat against the seat of your underwear, can feel the very tip his nose rubbing against your clit as he leaves a long, slow lick up your clothed pussy, leaving his own wet patch of saliva.

He glances up at you with his pretty eyeliner and blue eyes, crescent shaped and disappearing behind his innocent smile. “Can a dildo do that?”

“Oh my god, Jihoon.”

“Calm down, I’m going to take care of you, baby. Don’t I always?”

After finally putting you through what felt like enough torture he pulls your underwear off to the side, he’s only kissed your clit but it’s enough to have your legs shaking as you struggled to hold them open.

“You’re so cute.” he presses another kiss against your clit, pushing two fingers inside of you, curling them inside of your pussy before retracting them only to slide them right back around your velvety walls, repeating the same process over and over again as he places his mouth over your clit, sucking and twirling his tongue around the bud just right to have tears pricking your waterline.

“F-fuck.” Your hands reach for something, anything and you find yourself intertwining your fingers through his dark locks, you’re not in the right mind when you begin pulling on his hair, can feel him wince slightly but he chuckles it away against your clit.

You really don’t mean to hurt the poor boy, but it’s hard, especially when he’s twirling his tongue around your clit so well and curling his fingers against your plushy walls. You had to admit the dildo couldn’t amount to Jihoon- hell, no other man could, but you’d have to keep that secret to yourself, didn’t need his ego getting any bigger than it already was.

“I’m so close.” You’re speaking absentmindedly, Jihoon knows how dumb you get, used to not receiving a response from you most of the time so the fact your even communicating now is surprising, thinks you must be feeling good and it’s enough to put a proud smile on his face as he glances up at you while he catches his own breath.

“Go ahead and cum baby, didn’t I tell you I’d take care of you?”

“Thankyou- thankyou so much.” You’re rambling off a bunch of thank you’s as your legs close around his head, unable to control your hips grinding against his mouth and using him like your own personal little toy and he enjoys every second of it as you cum under his fingers and tongue, lapping up all of your juices until it’s dripping from his chin and it’s the only taste he can remember.

You’re tired but you use the rest of your strength to pull him up to your mouth, kissing him and tasting your self in every corner of his mouth until you both need air.

“I promise when I wake up tomorrow I’ll suck you off until my throats sore and I can’t.” You’re still coming back to your senses but your sentence still makes Jihoon laugh, he pecks you on your lips once more before falling back onto the mattress next to you, throwing an arm and leg around you as he snuggled into your side. “No need for that sweetheart, just throw the damn dildo away.”

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zarazmnie-cos · 1 year

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❝ [don't you know i want you so bad?] ¡! ❞

requested? yes, for 🦆 anon !

contains: park jihoon x fem!reader; enemies to lovers!au, fake relationship!au; smut, teeny bit of angst ig, some fluff; make out, fingering, teasing?? griding/dry humping, slight marking, begging if you squint???, unprotected piv (yall better wrap it up), nipple play, implied round two ig; lmk if i missed anything

words: approx. 2.8k

a/n: im not gonna even pretend i live atp but i hope you will enjoy this one. yes, it is rushed, not finished, but i still think it looks decent. lemme know ur thoughts on this one bcuz i love feedback <3 masterlist here

AS A NUMBER ONE PARK JIHOON HATER, YOU HAD NO IDEA WHAT OTHER PEOPLE SAW IN HIM THAT MADE THEM ADORE HIM. HE WAS HANDSOME INDEED, BUT BESIDES THAT, HIS ONE HELL OF EXISTENCE WAS ENOUGH TO BRING YOU TO MADNESS. JUST HIS PRESENCE MADE YOUR BLOOD BOIL.

being neighbors with such someone who dared to call itself “human” was tough. seeing him a lot of times, happy and unbothered by the fact he ruined your dreams, definitely didn’t help in developing positive feelings towards that idiot. in fact, keeping those grudges inside as fuel for your hatred felt therapeutic. and it longed all the way from your childhood to adulthood.

you hoped for him to finally leave your life. it didn’t really matter in what way, you just wanted to never see him again. so why did you look out the window every time he was passing by?

saying these feelings were mutual would be a lie. but jihoon would never let you know that.

“what do you want?” you asked, seeing him by your door again that day. “i don’t have any money. i wouldn’t lend you it anyway.”

“what do i want? to not suffer anymore, i guess. and to live a peaceful life with someone.”

“okay?” looking at him, confused, you reached out for the doorknob to close the door and end this meaningless conversation.

“can i come in?”

“why?” now that was sus. jihoon’s tone got a bit more serious, even tired. he always seemed to be full of energy, confident, and untroubled. so what was going on?

“i need to talk to you. in private.”

still staring at him from under your furrowed brows, after a moment of hesitation, you let him inside. as he took off his shoes and went inside the living room, you decided to make some tea. from his tone, it seemed it will be a tough conversation.

and oh boi, was it one hell of a confusing ride. for you, at least.

“so, to conclude,” you started after a moment of silence. “you want me to act as your girlfriend? you know i hate you with all my heart, right? and the fact that i could murder you right here, right now is incredibly possible?”

“but you listened to me, so i don’t think it is that possible.”

“get out.” shaking your head at his words, you got up from the couch, ready to mind your own business.

“let me know when you’ll think it through,” jihoon said softly, looking at you with a smile. oh, you wanted to punch him so badly, but he left before you could even form your hand into a fist. dang, now it felt kind of lonely in here.

“damn you, park jihoon!”

a few days have passed by and these were the calmest and the quietest days of your life. no one was bothering you, no one was bickering with you, and no one actually talked to you. at first, you enjoyed that silence. you managed to get some work done and sleep better. though with almost no time, it started to feel lonely. almost like you don’t matter that much to people. especially to that one person.

“if you really have no balls to admit you are as lonely as a stick, then fine.”

you had no idea why you still had jihoon’s number on your phone. heck, you had no idea why you even got it in the first place, but now it was convenient. you had to battle yourself whether to call or say it in person. surprisingly, agreement to his plan came to your head without much hesitation, but you thought nothing of it. the fact that you could toy with him and maybe get a small revenge was motivating.

although you thought of it as a sort of revenge (and that you already got a plan for how to do it), at the same time it just felt wrong. you had no idea why, but using his feelings like that seemed to be brutal, even for you.

jihoon came by the next day to talk through all the details of this plan, and boi, was it one heck of a plan.

“wait, hold on, i have to write it all down,” you interrupted him, trying to process all the information he bombed you with. as you got up from your seat to look for some kind of a notebook, his hand stopped you from doing so.

“don’t, or else it won’t feel natural. what if anyone finds these notes, huh?” the worries and desperation in his tone were crystal clear; this whole situation really must’ve been important as hell. and it was actually sus.

“fine, but don’t come for me when i mess something up.”

“i’m pretty sure you won’t.”

the urge to say “eh?” was too big, but in the end, you just ignored his words. you got back on the topic, and the explanations began again.

the most suspicious thing in all of it was that he chose you. every time you asked him why it must be you, he managed to change the topic, smoothly avoiding answering your questions. since he loved to rile you up and make your blood boil just for funsies, him getting so serious about a fake relationship with you especially just wasn’t adding up. too many loose ends in his reasoning, but all of them were covered flawlessly. apparently, all you had to do was just sit, look pretty (or at least alive), and play along.

what was even more surprising, was the way you didn’t even think about screwing the whole situation up. well, almost. at first, a few times the urge to say “it’s a prank” was too big to handle, but in the end, none of this happened. you really could pat yourself on the back for the way you kept yourself in place, which was tough around park jihoon himself.

the worst thing in that fake relationship was skinship and intimacy in general. yeah, you had a few boyfriends before, but dang it, around jihoon it felt so... weird. weird as in good, and that was why it felt weird. it was park jihoon, you were supposed to hate him, not leaning in for a kiss! what the fuck!

still, what kept you sane through all this acting was the thought of flipping it all against him one day. someday. though with every next day, every next move of his, every next nice and gentle act from him, this first thought managed to fade away, getting replaced by some sort of yearning. yearning for this act to be real.

it all felt some sort of... illegal. illegal as in a way of betraying yourself. illegal as in a way of “you shouldn’t be doing this” and “that is not how you were raised” way. though everyone around seemed to be happy about this magnificent act, you weren’t so sure and so happy about it. but how not lean into this act when it felt so good? when it felt like you were finally yourself? and when it felt like you actually had someone by your side? when it didn’t feel so lonely?

“what’s going on, sweetheart?”

“don’t call me that when there’s no one around. no one is watching.” you snapped back almost immediately, as in a way of punishment for this cute nickname. getting back on track, you came back to chopping carrots. the dinner won’t make itself, and since this piece of rotten flesh is around, you had to busy your hands with something.

“but it rolls so nicely out of the tongue,” jihoon whined, pouting and finally moving around so you won’t see his painfully handsome face. “but fine, if you don’t want, i won’t.”

all you heard in your head was the windows xp error sound right now. wait a damn minute, did he actually respect your boundaries outside the act? what was happening to him?

noticing how you stopped every movement, even breathing, you came back to your body and continued with your life. taking a sharp breath, you chopped those carrots like your life depended on it.

jihoon was silent. way too silent. why? because he was thinking as well. even thinking too much. should he tell you? should he ask? but what if you just laugh it off? or make fun of him? will he lose his face when he’ll do that?

“here. have this.”

dang it, he was thinking so long you managed to make a whole dinner already! wait, what? did you really want him to taste the dish? what was going on?

the food came into the equation here, so he didn’t think much of it, he just took the full spoon in his mouth. seeing how your face brightened up because of his approval made these butterflies in his stomach fly up high again. just what you were thinking, acting like that? you wanted him? to fall in love with you? like he hadn’t already did?

“stop looking at me like that or i’ll seriously think you fell for me.”

“what if i already did?”

it was supposed to be a funny question. it was supposed to be a joke. but this damned park jihoon was serious, you could tell that without looking at him. you breathed in sharply again. that just couldn’t be real.

“then that would be far from what i agreed on.” somehow, when you said that, you felt something aching in your chest. was it your heart? is that how a broken heart feels? but you didn’t have what to be heartbroken over, it was all just a mirage.

the silence longed and longed for what felt like an eternity. finally, you heard the chair moving. you knew he was going to leave. everyone did, sooner or later. maybe you just weren’t made for-

“well, i don’t know if you know, but it is not like i can control my feelings.” jihoon started, standing right beside you, leaning by the kitchen counter. “whether you agreed on me falling for you or not, it just happened and i’m not gonna keep it inside anymore. i fucking fell for you, sweetheart. so much.”

“and you want me to believe it? you want me to believe that sweet talk after all that acting, after that mirage full of such words? how can i know it’s not a play?”

“because none of that was a play. or at least not for me.”

wait, what? hold on, what?

“so you’re saying this whole fake relationship was supposed to be real?” you asked after connecting those few dots in your mind.

“sort of. i just wanted you to finally stop fighting with me. and maybe see that i’m not that bad.”

oh, boi. that was a rollercoaster indeed. thankfully the dinner was already done because you couldn’t think about it and about what jihoon was saying.

“i should go, right?” after what seemed to be a disappointed sigh, jihoon slowly moved towards the door. what was he thinking, saying all that? what was he thinking in the first place, when he came up with the fake relationship idea?

“don’t.”

you couldn’t bear the possibility he would leave you. you didn’t know if you just got used to his presence in your life or what, but it felt different, more likely to live with him around. you just simply couldn’t let him go.

there was a lot to talk indeed. and you two did while eating the dinner that slowly started getting cold. it was getting late and you still didn’t want him to leave.

“please, stay.” you said quietly, turning away from him since you were unable to look him in the face while admitting to feeling lonely. it was almost like admitting being defeated. and you hated getting defeated, especially by park jihoon, that little fuck.

“aww, my little baby wants me to stay with her? alright then.” he chuckled, but after he said that, he left a small peck on your head.

it really felt nice having someone by your side, even if that someone was able to tease the living shit out of you so casually.

“what’s that? my little sweetheart can’t wait a bit?”

“no. touch me already.” you actually demanded, breathless from the passionate kisses you two shared. jihoon chuckled again, much to your discontent. so you grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him closer.

your lips met his again. seeing you so desperate for him made jihoon smile cheekily in between the kisses, but he finally touched you, just as you wanted. in the end, who was he to disobey his sweetheart?

with one of his hands, jihoon pushed you even closer to him, and the little moan that escaped your mouth sent shivers down his spine. wandering with the same hand under your shirt, the other one held your thigh, squeezing it from time to time.

with you on his lap, so desperate for his touch, jihoon just couldn’t help but smile. the sight of you slowly getting ruined by him really affected his mind and body.

“you’re so gorgeous, sweetheart.” he stated so out of the blue, but you didn’t really think much of it. you just wanted to feel him.

“mm-hmm. now kiss me more.”

again, smiling cheekily, jihoon tasted your sweet lips. with his hands under your shirt, he managed to undo your bra, which he then took off both with your shirt. the cold air of the room caused you to shiver a bit, but then feeling the warm hands of your boyfriend made it all better.

while his hands roamed around your body, yours moved from the collar of his shirt to his hair, pulling on the strands from time to time, causing some breathless moans from the man under you. acting almost instinctively, your hips slowly started moving, grinding on the still-clothed length of your boyfriend.

“you seriously can’t wait anymore, right, sweetheart?” jihoon asked after a short laugh, and you only shook your head. he laughed again before kissing you, moving his hand to your front clothed only with slowly soaking panties. “you’re so wet already. are you so impatient for me?”

you nodded, wanting him to finally take proper care of you. seeing his confident smile caused you to move again, this time grinding on his fingers lightly touching your core through the cotton material.

“please, jihoon-“ mumbling out, you tried to form the next part of the sentence, but you failed the moment he moved the panties to the side and slid one of his fingers inside you. as you moaned softly at the sensation, jihoon carefully observed every change happening on your face and body.

then, the second finger managed to slide in and you had to bite on your lower lip to not make louder sounds. you threw your head back, happy with a bit full sensation. and when he started moving his fingers, you couldn’t stop yourself anymore and just had to moan softly.

meanwhile, jihoon started trailing his lips from yours to your jawline, neck, and then to your collarbones. everywhere where he could, he just had to leave at least a small mark of his presence. of the fact that he was the one making you feel so good.

“m-more, please-“ quietly mumbling out, you brushed your fingers through jihoon’s hair, pulling on it again. looking at you with lust-filled eyes, he stopped kissing your neck, but only for a while.

“you think you can handle more, sweetheart?”

“mm-hmm.”

with a fast yet burning with lust kiss, jihoon finally lowered his pants, showing what you craved; his dick. you had to refrain yourself with the last bits of self-control from licking your lips at the sight.

“you ready?” after a nod from you, jihoon smiled again, letting you do the rest of the job. as you adjusted yourself and slowly lowered your body, the feeling of being full took all over your body.

with moans and groans, you started moving up and down, and lusty sounds of slapping skin against skin filled the room. your boyfriend again started kissing your shoulder and collarbones, occasionally leaving here and there marks. his favourite spot to nibble on was the one place that made you moan louder and clench around his length. with one hand helping you bounce up and down, the other one massaging your tits, taking your nipple in between his fingers.

you two might’ve been close to your highs, but none of you wanted to stop there. thankfully, the neighbours went on vacation, so no one would eventually complain about the two of you.

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sailorjisunq · 4 months

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sasa-luvs-u · 7 months

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doiefics · 11 months

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don't fall for the homeboy!

pairing: jihoon x afab!reader

prologue: jihoon was sure he wasn’t the type to catch feelings for his friend, but what happens when he is suddenly struck by the reality?

genre: fluff + friends to lovers

wordcount: 750

warnings: none

"Ding Dong!” your doorbell greeted you.

You went to answer, thinking who could it be at this hour? Certainly not your parents, who just left ten minutes ago.

“Hey, Y/N! Your mom sent me to look after you, now step aside and let me in.” It was Jihoon, your childhood friend.

Together, him and you went through everything. Including from being conceived and born around the same time to going to school. He became an inseparable part of your life.

It was not like you did not want Jihoon around.

You had been seeing him since you were born. You bitched about the people you hated together and were each other’s emotional support.

Many assumed the two of you were dating, but that was not the case.

By now, Jihoon had already seated himself in your living room. Of course, your mother did not assign him the babysitting, but he was her favourite anyway, naturally, he was like a family member.

“Stop standing like a sims character over there, and yes, don’t end up creating any more trouble,” Jihoon tried you boss you around.

“Park Jihoon, I am old enough. And you are just thirty-seven days older than me, for your weekly reminder.” You were quick to defend yourself.

“The last time you were allowed to be home alone, you let a stray cat enter the house and scrape away your mom’s favourite curtains.” Of course, he could not let you win this.

“Alright, Mr. Babysitter,” you surrendered.

“That’s my good girl. I need you to behave well for me now.” Jihoon blurted out without realizing what he had just said.

This habit had caused him trouble in the past. Luckily, this time, it was just you. Taking advantage of the situation, you decided to tease him further.

“Woah! Is this the beginning of a porn movie? What should we name it? Babysitter takes care of his little girl home alone?” followed by your roar of laughter.

To you there was no greater joy than seeing his agitated and irritated face.

"You’ve got such a filthy brain, where do you learn these things from?” Jihoon admonished you playfully as a shade of pink now adorned his cheeks.

A movie watching date was soon planned.

The lead couple was just slowly falling in love, offering cheesy compliments to each other and making unrealistic promises.

Best friends falling in love was a crummy genre for sure.

“Ahh, why do they always romanticize it?" The boy spoke.

"Who on earth falls for their friend like this?" He spoke again.

"Aghh, this is just ridiculous. Y/N how about we better watch-” Jihoon had started his timely rants again.

You were so used to it by know. He ranted about everything from overcooked meat to missed buses. Sometimes you really pondered what he was made up of.

“Men named Park Jihoon do. They do fall”. You answered his unasked question.

His mouth hung open, as if you had stolen his lunch money.

The jaw dropped. You wished you could capture this face to tease him about it later.

Despite his refusal to acknowledge it, Jihoon had some feelings for you. Well, you certainly did. He was decently attractive nd coming to think of it, who else could you even date?

"Stop reading those romance novels of yours." He did not even finish his sentence, but you had another response ready, yet again.

“Hoon, admit it.”

Jihoon shook his head at that statement. “No way, I could kiss you right now to prove I don’t feel anything about you.”

His eyes met with yours next and you nodded, granting him the permission.

Jihoon leaped closer.

Tucking your hair to the back of your ear, lifting your chin to meet his face. His hands were shaking. His nervousness was unprecedented.

Pitying your poor friend, you took matters in your hands and smashed your lips onto his.

He immediately responded back. Holding you by the waist now. His and your lips moved in a perfect sync, as though they were meant to be.

This felt like euphoria to you. You held his muscular arms for a better grip. It seemed as if you had been hungry for this since forever.

After what seemed like a good few minutes, you pulled out.

Jihoon’s gaze changed.

He wanted more, and so did you. Quickly after catching your breath, your lips retuned to where they were need the most.

Men named Park Jihoon did, after all, fall for their best friend.

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huekaining · 11 months

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nothanxxxxx · 1 year

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my feelin’s slowly killing me

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slytherinshua · 5 months

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DISTRACTIONS

genre. fluff. warnings. kissing. pairing. jihoon x fem!reader. wc. 941. a/n. so... that pic made me just a little delusional, huh?

“Stop, baby, I’m about to get a highscore-“ Jihoon muttered, eyes entirely focused on the game displayed on his phone. He was tapping with his fingers, controlling the small fighter to shoot at his opponents. You didn’t mind your boyfriend playing video games, you knew it was a stress reliever for him, but you wanted his attention so badly at the moment and weren’t particularly happy about a video gaming winning over you for his affection.

If you had counted correctly, it had been 8 days since you had last kissed Jihoon properly. He had been busy and tired while filming his new drama, so quick pecks before he left in the morning were all you had been getting for the last couple days. It was finally his day off today, and while you were overjoyed to be able to cuddle in his lap after so long— the lack of proper attention was starting to frustrate you.

Was the video game really better than his girlfriend?

You had been thinking of the perfect counter tactic to get back Jihoon’s attention as you sat, curled up in his lap. There was one thing that should be foolproof: kisses. If you reminded Jihoon of what he had been missing out on for the past several days, eventually he would realize that he’d much rather spend his time kissing his lovely girlfriend than playing some dumb shooting game.

You had started 2 minutes ago, conservatively kissing the back of his hand just to test out the waters. You didn’t get much of a reaction from that, just a subtle smile that might as well have been from the game. You started to get a little more daring as your patience ran thin, pressing multiple kisses to his cheek which seemed to distract him enough to protest.

“Stop, baby, I’m about to get a highscore-“

You contemplated just waiting for him to stop playing on his own, or at least finish the round since he was so close to beating his personal record. But that thought vanished after about 2 seconds, and you proceeded to kiss his cheek again and scold your brain for the silly thought.

Patience wasn’t the answer for this situation. Or, at least it wasn’t the answer that you liked. It wasn’t like you were harming him— in fact, it was known that Jihoon was more addicted to kisses than you in the relationship. Besides, you had already been patient for over a week. And now Jihoon’s pretty lips were right in front of you. There was no reason why you should hold back.

He dug his head further into the hood of his hoodie to try to make it harder for you to access face. Though he was subtle with it, you still caught onto his every move. The fact that he was now actively trying to evade you excited you, because it meant he was close to breaking.

Though his face was now unobtainable to you, with a little craning of your head, you managed to access his neck to give him yet another kiss. This is what finally got him to break. You watched in satisfaction as he switched off his phone, still 2 minutes away from finishing his round.

“You’re teasing me on purpose, aren’t you?” He muttered, giving you a knowing look, though his lips were lifting into a small smile.

“How else was I supposed to get your attention off the game?” You asked with a giggle.

“I lost the game because of you.” He whispered, pulling you closer to his chest by your hips and giving you his first kiss, one on the cheek.

“Are you mad about it?”

“Mmh, I’m very upset, baby.” He said, a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

“You don’t seem very upset, though?” You caught onto his lie with a smile, and kissed his nose softly. He scrunched it up in response and pressed his lips together stubbornly.

He didn’t say anything else, silently admitting that he wasn’t really mad at all. His hand slid up to your cheek and he gently pulled your face closer to his, meeting his soft lips with yours after what had felt like an eternity. He let the kiss last long enough to satisfy both of you, and by the time he pulled away, you were both slightly out of breath.

You frowned despite the butterflies that he had summoned in your stomach, “Did you film kiss scenes for the drama?”

His eyes widened slightly, “No! No. There’s no kissing in this drama.” He quickly defended.

You raised an eyebrow in skepticism, “It’s a fantasy romance drama, Jihoon.”

His lips formed an ‘o’ shape as his brain quickly thought of his next lie, “It was a stunt double that filmed those scenes.”

You laughed at his awful attempt at pretending like he was innocent. Teasing your boyfriend never failed to entertain you. You were perfectly confident in your boyfriend’s loyalty to you, and were quite sure that every on screen kiss was only acting and nothing else, but you still loved to bring it up every once and a while.

“Does she kiss as well as I do?” You asked finally, biting back a amused smile.

“Not even close.” He responded, and you could feel the sincerity from his shiny eyes.

“Just making sure.” You smiled, leaning down to reconnect your lips again. Jihoon was like a dream to kiss. His lips were soft and gentle, and each time he pressed them to yours you felt your heart swell. Each kiss was like a soft reminder of how much you loved him.

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chrysbibi · 2 years

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Pairing: Florist!Park Jihoon x fem!Reader

Genre: Flower shop AU, smut, fluff if you squint

Summary: Your weekly visits to your local flower shop take an interesting turn when you and the florist get some time in your hands.

Word count: 8.1k

Warnings: explicit sexual content, oral sex, fingering, dirty talking, swearing, rough sex, orgasm denial, me still not being over the Blooming Treasure fits and concept

When your best friend came back to South Korea after studying in the Netherlands for a semester, you built a habit of buying her red tulips every week.

The first months of her return, she was very nostalgic of her time in the Netherlands; the friends she made there, the food, the culture, the trips and everything new that she experienced in the country. So naturally, you begun getting her the iconic Dutch flowers to cheer her up! The flowers were on the affordable side and always seemed to lift her mood, so you kept buying them for her months after she had returned and even after she was no longer yearning for Europe as much as the beginning.

You always adored flowers, but you were never one to go out of your way to buy some for your home or friends. That was until now!

The flower shop near your apartment is small, yet picturesque. It looks like it is squashed between two corporate buildings; it's existence in the busy streets of Seoul appearing almost unreal. Yet there it was, its colorful flowers decorating the bland pavement of the capital.

Two young florists are working in the shop and by that point, both have memorized your face and your weekly demand of red tulips. You don't know their names, but damn are they both cute! The taller one with the green highlights on his hair is the one teasing you the most about your tulip obsession, while the younger one with reddish-brown hair always smiles at you behind the payment counter and compliments your taste in flowers.

Today is no different as you stop at the flower shop, taking a moment to crouch and admire some flower bouquets that are on display outside the shop before going inside in search for your tulips.

"Are you looking for something?"

You immediately recognize the voice and smile knowingly as you raise your eyes to meet the mischievous ones of the tall florist. He is leaning against the door of the shop, his arms crossed in front of his shirt as he is smirking at you.

"Perhaps…" he pretends to think and you roll your eyes at his theatrics, the smile always remaining in your face.

"...red tulips?"

You chuckle and get up, "Actually yes! How did you guess?!" you tease back and his grin becomes wider.

"Lucky I guess…Or you know, I am just good like that!"

You huff but it is no secret to both of you that you are enjoying these lighthearted moments of yours. He pushes himself off the door and heads inside, with you following behind him.

He loudly sets his hands on top of the counter and the younger florist jumps up from under it. He was probably looking for something when he was startled by the noise. He rubs the back of his head and grimaces before he notices you standing behind his elder; a smile spreading across his face.

"Welcome to Blooming Treasure! Again!" he winks at you and you would look away as you blushed if it wasn't the third time he greeted you like that.

"Guess what she is here for!" the older florist tells the younger one as he leans his elbows on the counter. He takes a look at you and gives you a cheeky grin.

"Ah, yes. Her order is ready." the younger florist says just as the door opens and two teenage girls walk inside, gawking at the flowers and sometimes at the two florists too.

"Great! I will leave you to it!" the older florist says as he straightens his apron and turns towards the girls, leaving you with the younger florist. You don't miss the mischievous look he gives you before he walks away, but you resist following him with your eyes.

The brown haired florist smiles at you as he places a bouquet of red tulips on top of the counter, "That will be ₩27.000."

You pay and thank him as he wraps you the flowers, waving you goodbye till next week. On your way out, you pass the girls and the older florist, who is giving them some suggestions on indoor plants. This time you can't hold back glancing at him as you push the door open. Before you can avert your eyes, his eyes catch yours and his lips twitch upwards. He continues explaining the difference between two indoor plants as his eyes stare at you intensely. Normally, you would turn away, but this time you just feel unable to do so, giving him the satisfaction of seeing you blush under his stare.

Only when the door closes behind you do you break eye contact, taking a moment to recollect yourself before you walk away from the flower shop.

The weatherman is full of shit and you are never putting your trust in him again! These are the only thoughts swirling in your head as you run from one tiny shed to another; your umbrella forgotten at your apartment. Your efforts are in vain though as you are already soaked to the bone!

Your shoes make that awful squeaking noise with every step you take while your skirt is glued to your upper thighs, making your walking even more insufferable! Your short-sleeved shirt is sticking to your upper body and you can feel the wet material on your nipples as you had the very clever idea of not wearing a bra today. The only positive you can think of, is that the shirt is floral, conceiling your breasts for the most part, but failing to make your hard nipples invinsible.

You stop again under a shed so tiny, you can't even find the use of it. If it can't protect you from the rain, then what is it good for anyway?! You look around you and notice you are getting closer to your apartment, but even soaked wet, you don't dare to run freely in the heavy rain just to get to the safety of your home a bit earlier. You shake your head and shiver, crossing your arms and cursing under your breath -not that anyone is around to hear you!

"Are you okay?"

Or maybe you are wrong…

You whip your head around and widen your eyes as they are met with another familiar pair. The tall florist from the Blooming Treasure flower shop is standing on the doorstep of the shop a few meters away from your quivering form. He is wearing his usual light blue, long-sleeved shirt and white apron and he is holding a pair of scissors in his hands. He is carefully standing under the narrow shed of the shop as not to get wet, as he is looking at you with concern.

You blink and the raindrops that have been stuck to your upper eyelashes, slide down your cheeks. You frantically look around, only to notice that you had just hurriedly passed the flower shop in your search for shelter, deeming its narrow shed unsuitable. Behind the glass front of the shop you see all the flower bouquets and plant pots, that are usually on display outside, now resting in the safety provided by the indoors. So, that's why you didn't noticed the shop…

"Do you want to come inside?" the florist asks you after you ignore his first question and you return your focus on him.

He pushes the door half way open to put more emphasis on his words and you open your mouth to reply before you remember. You look down at your breasts, worried that your appearance if noticed by him will be judged as indecent. Maybe he is handsome and maybe you have a tiny crush on him, but you won't take it as far as flashing him indirectly.

"Are you going to continue standing there and getting wet or are you going to come inside?"

This time his tone is stern and even though you are not looking at him, you can tell that his corcerned expression has turned to a more serious one. You lower your head in an attempt to hide your sudden blush and run towards him, with your arms crossed over your chest. You refuse to raise your head and meet his eyes as you pass by him and scurry for cover inside the shop.

You hear him close the door behind you, muffling the sound of the storm outside. You stay still for a moment in the middle of the small flower shop, cherishing the warmth and, well, dryness of the place. Lost in these thoughts, you don't notice the florist till he is standing before you, frowning.

"Do you want to get sick or something?" he snaps at you and you feel your cheeks warm up from embarrashment. You don't bother hiding them this time; he will probably think there are like this from the cold.

"Sorry."

He sighs and hands you a small towel, with a few stains and torns here and there, "Don't worry, I have washed it." he assures you after he sees you hesitate.

"Thank you." you reluctantly take it and use it to wipe the water from your face. He walks behind the counter and grabs one rose from the giant pile that is laying there, cutting its stems and thorns.

"I don't have anything to give you to change out of your wet clothes." he says as he stays focused on his work, "But, you can take off your shoes if you want. I doubt the rain will stop anytime soon."

You mutter another quiet 'thank you' as you take off your shoes and socks, leaving them next to the door. You pull the hem of your shirt out of your skirt and undo a couple of buttons from the bottom part, as to not have the garment stick to your skin that much.

You glance at the florist over your shoulder, noticing that he is not paying any attention to you and is instead concentrating on his work. You bite your lip and fumble with your fingers, before you hesitantly walk towards him. You place your elbows on the counter and stare at what he is doing.

The young man has a pile of around fifty roses on top of the counter and he is focused on cutting their stems, thorns and leaves, before carefully placing them aside for an arrangement.

He glances at you, smirking, "Pretty view huh?"

You instantly tense, your eyes widening as you find yourself at a loss for words. In your stressed out state, you hear him laugh quietly while still having his eyes on the flowers.

"The roses are freshly delivered. In my opinion, they are the prettiest in this phase."

You look at him baffled before you relax your shoulders and let out a quiet sigh. He turns to look at you and laughs again.

"Did you think I was talking about something else?"

"...No." you side-eye him and look anywhere but him. You hear him hum pleased as he continues treating the flowers and you keep pretending that you are ignoring him as you scan the inside of the shop.

You stare at the walk-in cooler behind the counter and the flower arrangements in it. You have always admired the arrangements, but as beautiful as they are, they are also expensive and way out of your budget! Beside it, it is another walk-in cooler but the flowers in it aren't yet made into bouquets. It is the first time that you have payed real attention to that second cooler as you have never seen it been used for the customers.

As you catch sight of the stuffed animals and various birthday cards in the corner of the shop, you remember the younger florist, who is very much absent at this time. You turn to the florist in front of you and drum your fingers on the work table.

"So…" you titl your head, "...does your cute coworker have a day off?"

The young man stops just as he is about to cut another stem and slowly turns to you. A grin steadily grows on his face and you realize your slip; you were not supposed to say the word 'cute' aloud and he certainly wasn't supposed to hear it! You keep your composure, but you can't help move your foot nervously under the table, away from his prying stare.

"You find him cute?" he lets go of the rose he is holding and turns his whole body to face yours, leaning his left side on the counter.

You feel your face and neck start burning up as you try not to stumble over your words, "Well, he is good looking." you say with the best poker face you can pull off.

He snickers and picks up a rose, pretending to examine it, "So, that's why you keep coming back every week, huh?"

"N-No!"

He raises his eyebrows at your prompt reply and you quickly add, "Besides, he is not my type!"

"Ahh!" he nods a few times as to let the information sink in, but it is obvious he is still teasing you, "I was sure you must have another reason to keep coming back apart from the tulips, but I guess I was wrong!"

He shrugs and returns to his unfinished task with the pile of roses.

"His name is Doyoung by the way. In case you want to call him, but want to skip the cute coworker part."

Even with his head lowered to stare at the flowers, you can still see his grin as he utters that. You narrow your eyes him, crossing your arms over your chest and placing them on the right end of the work table. You feel your shirt stick to your skin and a cold shiver runs up your spine. You hope he doesn't think it is caused by his earlier words.

"Thanks, but as I said, he is not my type."

"Mmhh." is all he says, or more like murmurs, "Am I your type then?"

He still has that stupid grin on his face and you exhale dramatically, managing to contain your blush as you throw your head back, "My friend was in the Netherlands, okay?"

You can see that you piqued his interest as his eyes stay on you and you continue, "And when she came back and had trouble adjusting, I thought that hey, maybe I could cheer her up with some flowers?!"

"And you got her red tulips?" he raises one eyebrow.

"I mean…yeah? They are everywhere in the Netherlands!" you raise your hands in the air, "And she seemed to like them a lot the first time!" you shrug proudly, like you have proved your point and there is nothing he can do to deflect it.

"The first time was like three months ago!" his smugness returns and you hate how one part of you wants to slap it out of his face while another part kind of likes it. Not that you would admit that!

"And?" it turns out more aggressive than you mean it to, but you have to keep yourself together in front of him.

"Oh, I don't know! It just seems like a long time for someone to be nostalgic of a trip to Europe. And maybe a long time for someone to keep buying them flowers. Unless…" he drawls the last part, giving you a mischievous glance and waiting for you to take the bait.

You take it.

"Unless?"

His tongue darts out to lick his lower lip as he pretends to think his response and you can't help but glance at his lips. You are quick to avert your eyes back to his own, but he has caught the stubtle movement, making his grin become wider.

"Unless, there was also something else that you kept coming back for."

You roll your eyes, "I told you, I am not interested-"

Your sentence is cut short when a crash of thunder echoes all over the flower shop, making the glass doors shake. You both stare at the weather outside, as the rain seems to have gotten worse since the time you came inside the shop.

The florist sighs as he throws all the cut stems, leaves and thorns inside a huge trash bag, "I hope it's not that bad when my shift ends."

You watch him as he cleans the counter from the clutter that was on top of it, leaving only the roses on the side.

"When are you supposed to finish?"

"Well, it's 19:18...so in about one and a half hour. I am locking up at 21:00." he says as he drags the trash bag towards the wall and behind the counter, hidden from the customers point of view, "Not that with this kind of weather anyone is coming! Or leaving for that matter!" he looks at you, pursing his lips in a smirk.

You roll your eyes, trying to ignore your quickened heartbeat. Damn this man! When you turn around, he is already tidying the roses; pairing them and setting them aside for future arrangements. And as you watch him silently, you suddenly realize that all this time you haven't asked his name!

"That's a bit embarrashing but…" you scratch you arm awkwardly and he turns to look at you curious, "...could you tell me your name?"

He stares at you for a moment before he laughs loudly, making you flush in embarrassment. He sets down the rose he is holding and takes a few steps, until he is standing less than a meter in front of you. Now that he is standing so close to you, a strong smell of flowers hit your nose, blinding your senses. Maybe it should be expected when he is working half of the day in a flower shop, but it catches you off guard and you snap out of it only when he moves. He grins and extends his hand.

"Park Jihoon. Nice to meet you!"

"(Y/n)." you shyly take his hand and shake it.

You didn't expect his hands to be so rough! Not that you hadve thought of how his hands would be! But, as you hold his hand tightly, you can feel some calluses around his thumb and base of his fingers. You can't help but glance at his hand as you let go of it, getting a better look at it. You see a few small cuts- some new, some older- on his palm and fingers, probably from all the thorns and sharp tools he uses while his fingertips are green-stained.

If he noticed you staring, this time he doesn't make any clever remarks.

You raise your eyes to look at him and you find him staring at you back. You stay like that for a moment, before he smiles and takes a step back. He moves behind the work table and grabs a rose, continuing his previous work. A minute passes in silence, apart from the sound of the raging storm outside, before he speaks again.

"You know…" he drawls, not taking his eyes from the roses, "...I am not one to care about the language of flowers! In fact, I don't think that many people care about the language of flowers, but in this case I was intriged!" he stops and turns to you, waiting for a responce or a reaction.

You titl your head to the side, unsure of what he is trying to say.

"Pretty girl, coming here every week, requesting a bouquet of red tulips; as I said I was certain that it wasn't the tulips the reason why you kept coming back."

You open your mouth to protest, but he is quick to add, "I know, I know! The tulips are for your friend from the Netherlands, but till a few moments ago I didn't know that, so you can't blame me for thinking the tulips were maybe just an excuse!"

He lowers his body, placing his arms on the counter and rests his chin on his palm as he looks at you. You stay silent, waiting for him to make his point, even though you have a feeling of where this is going. Your heartbeat has already quickened, drumming in your ears.

When you make no effort of countering his words, he slowly rises up from the counter and takes a step towards you, "So, I did a little bit of research and-" he takes a step closer, "-imagine my surprise when I found what do red tulips symbolize!" and another step, almost closing the distance between your bodies.

You don't know how you manage not to back away from him, but somehow you stand your ground and keep the eye contact. He slightly titls his head and smirks, probably noticing your struggle.

"Do you know what red tulips symbolize (Y/n)?"

You swear that you actually feel lightheaded as soon as he utters these words. His voice is barely above a whisper, but he is standing so close, towering over you, that you couldn't possibly miss what he said even if you tried. You shake your head left and right, indicating denial and his grin gets even wider.

"Apparently, they symbolize passion, love and lust!" he tells you and wets his lips as he sees you becoming flustered from the revelation.

You squirm, suddenly very aware of how your wet shirt is clinging to your body and how hard your nipples are. Were they like this all this while? Jihoon keeps staring at you and you know that this time you can't avoid replying.

I didn't know, I was just buying them for my friend, would be a very simple answer and the truth, but you can't find yourself to utter these words. Time passes and the situation is dangerously close to becoming so awkward that you won't be able to recover from it when you notice a rose on the floor.

Great excuse!

"Aha!" you gabble the first thing that comes out of your mouth and duck out, bending down and picking up the flower; leaving Jihoon baffled.

The moment you kneel down, you release the breath you are holding back. You grab the rose and blink multiple times to get your head straight before you rise up. You turn to look at Jihoon, who has by now moved next to you and present him with the flower, stating the obvious.

"It was on the floor."

"...Are you serious?" he almost sounds annoyed, like he can't believe you actually did that to avoid him.

"...Well. It was on the floor."

Jihoon opens his mouth, like he wants to say 'Ah!' ,but no sound comes out. He moves closer to you, in a way trapping you between his body and the counter and gently takes the rose from your hand. His fingertips briefly brush yours and a wave of electricity runs down your body.

He brings it close to his face and inspects it before he puts it down next to the other roses. He drags his hand from the flowers till it is placed on the counter next to your side and makes eye contact anew.

"You know…" he places his other hand on your other side, essentially trapping you, "...I have a feeling you are avoiding my questions!"

"The last thing you said wasn't a question." you don't know where you found the courage to reply like that, but it is much appreciated by your inner self. With this new-found boldness, you straighten your posture and grab the work table for support.

He raises his eyebrows in amusement and chuckles, "Okay. Let me rephrase." he clicks his tongue and leans his face a bit closer to yours, "I have a feeling you are avoiding me."

"Am not." you lie, but you swear that you are totally busted by the way you are staring at his eyes.

Fuck, why did he have to be this pretty?!

"Are you sure?" he leans even closer and you are beyond doubt that if you had a measuring tape, the distance between your faces would be less than 15cm. You feel his hands closing in on you, his thumps brushing your sides.

"Mmm." you mutter, your gaze dropping to his lips as he slowly drags his teeth over his bottom one, "Maybe I am just a bit shy."

He notices your sudden change of focus from his eyes to his lips and feels his own gaze travel to your lips, "Why is that?"

You let your gaze linger for a bit more before you lock eyes with him, "Maybe because you are my type."

It is like something finally clicked. And everything happens so fast!

Jihoon's hands grab your hips and you gasp, feeling the wet material of your skirt stick to your thighs as he roughly places you on top of the counter. You feel back, eyes closing and head hitting the wooden surface of the work table. When you open your eyes you find Jihoon slightly hovering over you, eyes searching your own for any signs of pain before he finds none.

His hands glide over your thighs, pushing your skirt upwards until he has a better view of your underwear. He glances at your panties before he looks at your face again, biting his lip. Your face and neck are burning up, but right now this is the last thing on your mind. Especially, when he lowers himself, face between your thighs and one arm snaking over your right thigh, lifting it up.

You gasp loudly when his fingers touch your panties, fondling the fabric right over your clitoris.

"So wet." Jihoon murmurs and you can tell he is smirking even if you can't see him, "Is it because of me or did it get wet from all this rain?"

"Shut up!" you breathe, as he quickens the pace of his fingers on your panties.

"Oh?" suddenly his fingers are gone and you unconsciously whine, bucking up your hips, "Is me talking turning you off?" Jihoon's smirk deepens, "Maybe I should use my mouth for something else then."

Before you have time to process what he just uttered, Jihoon dips his head between your legs. With one swift move your underwear is gone and Jihoon's lips close around your clit. Your hand flies to your mouth, pressing against it in an attempt to muffle the moans that are threatening to escape.

Jihoon releases your clit, only to reconnect his tongue to it with one long, slow lick, that has you shuddering. You can practically feel him grin against your heat and your free hand jerks downwards, grabbing his dark locks and making sure his mouth doesn't go too far away from your throbbing pussy.

You are glad he doesn't comment on your reaction, but you have a feeling that he will not let what happened go that easily. But, for now you are just happy with the way he drags his tongue against your clit.

He keeps teasing you, changing unexpectedly the pace from hard swipes to quick flicks of the tip of his tongue while staying away from your vagina.

Your whole body is quivering, but Jihoon's firm grip on your thighs is preventing you from closing them around his head or moving away from the maddening drags of his tongue. Shaky moans slip past your lips and you abandon your task of dampening your voice as your hand searches blindly beside you for something to support yourself.

Accidentally, you push a few roses over the edge of the counter before you find the edge yourself and grab it for dear life as Jihoon sucks vigorously on your clit. You moan loudly, your back arching over the work table before Jihoon pulls you back down, his lips never abandoning your pussy.

Your eyes open wide the moment he slips, not one, not two, but three fingers inside you, curling them as soon as he has them bottomed out. A broken moan leaves your lips and your breaths become more frantic as he continues to lick your clit while his fingers are deep inside you, stretching you out nicely.

You are so overwhelmed by the amount of pleasure at that moment, that you don't react when the hand he had on your thigh moves upwards. It pushes past your belly, finding the end of your shirt and fiddling with the rest of the buttons as he undoes them one by one. With his head still between your legs teasing your folds, he struggles with the buttons. But when he finally reaches the top one and unbuttons it, his hand rampages on your chest.

He pushes aside your open shirt and runs his hand over your breasts, until he settles on your right one and squeezes it. You feel him sigh against your pussy and you bite down your lip to suppress your moans. The pad of his callused thumb circles your nipple, pressing down on it hard, earning a few more moans from your part.

Jihoon opens his eyes, drowning in the sight of your exposed neck as you gulp down your saliva in between breaths; your chest rising and falling heavily as his thumb caresses your nipple. He feels his dick twitch and not being able to resist it, he rises from his knees and connects his mouth with your belly, just below your belly bottom.

You raise slightly your head and your eyes lock. He sends you a toothy grin that is everything but heart-warming before his tongue slips out of his mouth and makes contact with your skin. You gasp as he licks all the way up to your breasts, never breaking your gaze until he reaches your already swollen bud and takes it in his mouth.

You whimper loudly, refusing to let your head fall back and instead you stare at him as he works on your breasts. The fingers he has in your pussy suddenly slip out before they start pistoning in and out of you, his thumb rubbing sloppily your clit. The hand that was previously on your torso, is now holding your waist tightly, fingers digging into the soft skin as he presses his body onto yours.

By the time Jihoon lets go of your right nipple and makes his way to your left one, you are degraded to a moaning mess. His teeth graze your sensitive bud before he open his mouth and sucks as much of your left breast as he can fit in his mouth. With no hands gripping at your thighs, your legs wobble on top of the counter as you feel your orgasm closing in.

Jihoon releases your nipple and attacks your neck, biting, sucking and licking around the side of it. You close your eyes as your orgasm hits you, broken moans slipping past your lips. Jihoon can feel every vibration of your body, from your moans to your trembling limbs as his face stays attached to your throat and his body close to yours.

Jihoon's fingers fuck you all the end till the end of your high, when they slowly retreat from your core and rest on top of your thigh. His mouth still roams on your neck, leaving wet kisses and soft bites behind, as you try to recollect your thoughts after the orgasm. Your chest heaves heavily as you catch your breath and for a weird reason the pressure of Jihoon's body down on yours is providing some kind of comfort.

Just as you have calmed a bit down, you feel him rise from the crook of your neck. He places his hands in each side of your shoulders, using them to support his weigh, as he towers over you. His dark hair fall partially over his eyes as he stares at your flushed face, lips tugging into a smug grin.

"You are cute when you are so vocal!" he straightens up, pushing his hair back and out of his eyes and it is then you realise he is still fully clothed. His apron is also concealing how affected he is by your little venture. You suddenly feel exposed and you lift yourself on your elbows to regain some of the upper hand.

Or at least try to.

"Well, you are not."

He raises his eyebrows and closes in on your face, arms positioned in your sides, essentually trapping you, "Yeah, I got that. You prefer it when I make a different use of my mouth, right?"

You can tell how pleased he is with himself and you give him the satisfaction of blushing at his words, "...Maybe."

Jihoon grins wide at your confession and bites his bottom lip, "Yes. Maybe…" his voice gets lower and he titls his head slightly, glancing at your lips before locking eyes with you, "Maybe I could make use of something else too." he speaks in a husky whisper and you feel another wave of arousal wash over you, drenching your pussy.

"Maybe you should." you say and with a new-found confidence, you grab his shirt and crush your lips with his.

Jihoon is caught off-guard and your chest swells in pride as he stays still even for a moment, before he recovers and tilts his head, deepening the kiss. You grab his shirt collar by both hands, pulling him closer as you lean a bit backwards. Jihoon lets you lure him closer to you, one hand gripping your waist and the other placed on the counter so that you don't fall fully backwards.

Kissing Jihoon feels exhilarating; his lips are soft in opposition to his rough kisses as he bites your lips, trying to gain access to your mouth. His tongue clashes with your own for dominance and he chuckles, finding your persistence cute, before he takes control.

Abruptly, he withdraws only to attach his lips to your neck as he pulls you back towards him. His hands find your open shirt and start tugging it down. Your let go of his collar, helping him remove your shirt as he tosses it to the side. Now it's your turn to tug at his apron, only for your efforts to go in vain. He notices your struggle and pulls away, untying the bow on the back side and smirking at you.

"Such a hurry!" he breaths as he takes it off, letting it fall to the floor, "Can't wait to see me naked?"

"Yes. Now shut up and kiss me!"

Jihoon's smirk widens and you expect a cheeky response from his part. But instead, his lips return hungrily to yours. You gasp, granting him acess to your mouth as your hands fly to the buttons of his shirt. Hurriedly you unfasten them and take the edges of the shirt out of his pants. Jihoon steps back as you peel off his shirt, revealing his upper body.

You prevent your mouth falling open in front of him, but you can't help staring. The six-pack is definitely the first thing your eyes cling to, before roaming over to his arms and torso. He has a nice body; lean, muscular. Instinctively, your fingers trace the lines of his abs, starting from the top and moving to the bottom, dangerously close to the line of his underwear, which is peaking from under his pants.

"Like what you see?" Jihoon is smirking. Of course he is!

"Do you always talk this much?" you breath out, too preoccupied with slipping your index finger under the band of his underwear to indulge in his banter.

"Aw, baby don't worry." his hand reaches for yours, palming it, before he guides it inside his boxers, "I like what I see too!" he murmurs as your fingers wrapped around his shaft.

You gasp quietly and you turn to look at him, eyes locking as he holds your hand tightly around his dick. He inspects you, waiting to see what your next move will be and your pussy tightens around nothing from excitement.

Your free hand deals with the button and the zipper of his pants, tugging them clumpsily downwards in an attempt to get rid of them. The pants roll down to his mid thighs, but that's enough space for you.

With the corner of your eye, you notice the sharp breath he takes and how his abdomen tights the moment you pull his dick out of his underwear, the tip already smeared with precum. He is relatively thick and bigger than average and you hum in satisfaction as you weigh him in your palm.

You raise your eyes to meet his gaze and squeeze the base of his cock, "Cat got your tongue?"

It's your time to taunt him now as you slowly run your hand up and down on him.

But, he sneers and your teasing doesn't last long.

His arm snakes around your waist, lifting you up from the counter and you whelp, both hands flying to your sides to balance you. With his other hand, he grabs the hem of your skirt and forcefully strips you of it, leaving you bare. He sets you down on the work table again and before you have time to recover, he tears off entirely his pants and underwear. He retrieves a condom from his wallet and tosses it to you. The next second, his shoes are gone and his hands are back on your hips.

You look at him with wide eyes and gulp, chest violently rising and falling. You blindly rip open the packaging and pull out the condom, not daring to put it on him yet.

"My tongue is right here, see?" Jihoon pulls his tongue out to show you, his finger pointing at it in case you would miss it.

"And my hands are here." he set his hand back on your hips and squeezes.

"And I am right here..." he murmurs and looks into your eyes.

His thumbs caresse your sides, slowly getting lower, towards your thighs and you feel your core drenching. You breathe deeply as you open your legs and shyly close your fingers around his member, tagging it softly forward.

"But, I need you here." you whine, glancing at your pussy and Jihoon's eyes follow not far behind. You slide the condom on his member, gazes locking again as you guide his dick to your entrance.

You take a deep breath the moment his tip touches your folds, but you don't break eye contact with him. As he slowly slides inside you, you open your mouth in a non-audible moan and notice that his mouth also falls open the moment he bottoms out.

He stays still and you let out a breath, trying to adjust to the feeling of him. He is thick and you are glad he stretched you out nicely with his fingers before.

His fingers dig in the outside of your thighs and he starts rocking you slowly on his dick. You whimper, your hands shooting to grab his shoulders for support as he keeps up that pace.

"You are so tight!"

You are about to reply when his grip on your thighs tightens and he slams his hips on yours. A loud moan slips past your lips and your hand flies to your mouth as you sense more coming. Jihoon catches your hand before it connects with your mouth, bringing it back at his shoulders and holding it there as his pace turns ruthless.

Your whole body is shaking on top of the counter as he fucks you fast and hard, your moans and whimpers filling the room. You feel yourself slipping and move your hands behind his nape for a better hold, closing your eyes.

"Look at me!"

You whole body bolts forward when his fingers rub harshly at your clit and your eyes open wide. Jihoon is looking intensely at you, nose almost touching your own, as his hips roll faster on yours.

"Good girl!"

You moan breathelessly upon hearing the praise words and he snickers. Your reaction does nothing but encourage him more and he manages to keep up with the speed he set for a bit longer. While his digits are stroking your clit, his free hand takes a fist of your hair and tugs.

You whelp as he pulls your head back, exposing your neck and diving his head, only to leave open-mouthed kisses just below your jaw. His mouth moves lower, trailing his lips over your soft skin before adorning it with bites. He finds your pulse point and sucks on it and when you cry out as planned, he giggles.

"Look at you! Taking my cock so well!"

It's really too much!

His cock, his fingers, his mouth on your neck, whispering pure filth against your skin! You really don't mean to do it, but it slips out!

You cry out his name, but it sounds more like a plea!

Jihoon doesn't hault this time; he is too deep to stop now. Instead, the hand that was tangled in your hair retreats and grabs your neck harshly. Your breath is caught in your throat as Jihoon pushes you back down on the counter, without pulling out of you.

Your back arches and you gasp; his hold is firm without blocking the air out of your lungs. Your fingers wrap around his hand as you try to catch your breath.

"Kinky!" you tease, wetting your lips and in response he grins, "I didn't know my florist was into that kind of shit!"

"Oh, baby you have not idea!" he purrs, freeing your neck and grasping your ankles.

You whelp as he puts your legs on his shoulders, your heels hooking on his shoulder blades for support. You feel your face warm up as Jihoon stands over your lying form; legs spread, chest heaving, face flushed. The marks he left on your neck and breasts are already turning darker and Jihoon pupils dilate in arousal.

He brings your hips down to his and thrusts deeper inside you. He slides two fingers in your mouth and you suck on them eagerly, drowning your moans. He brings them between your legs and finds your clit again.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck-" you curse through gritted teeth and resist the urge to roll back your eyes, solely because you don't want to miss the sight of Jihoon pounding on you.

You grab the edge of the counter behind your head with both hands so tighly that your knuckles turn white. Your body jerks on the table and you puff as you feel a second orgasm closing in.

At that moment, Jihoon pinches your clit, making you cry out and raise your hips. He leans his body on you, lips capturing yours in a breathless kiss. With the new position, your legs are pushed closer to your upper body; your knees being the bodypart clasping his shoulders now.

"Are you close?" he whispers on your mouth and your grip on the counter tightens.

"Y-Yes!"

He pecks your lips and like on cue, his thrusts become slower. You whine, immediately catching on to what he was doing.

"Jihoon!"

"Yes?" the fucker smirks, the rolling of his hips slowing down more.

You glare at him and buck your hips againt his, seeking some much needed friction. His hand moves from your clit to your lower body and presses you down to keep you still. You gasp and your walls clench around him.

"Do you want to cum?

"Yes!" the desperation is clear in your voice and Jihoon grins.

"Then beg for it!"

His finger is back on your clit, pressing down on it and he buries his cock deep inside of you. In both cases he refrains from moving and you know he is waiting for the word to spill out of your mouth.

You grab his lower back and try to push him forward, but he doesn't badge. Instead, he sinks his teeth on his bottom lip, attempting to hide how his grin widens.

He know he has won.

"Please!"

"Please what?"

A faint roll of his hips has you gasping for air, as the friction is back.

"Please let me cum!" you look him straight in the eyes as you beg for your release.

Jihoon dips his head and grabs your lower lip between his teeth, just as he picks up his pace, throwing his hips forward ruthlessly. You cry out as his finger pinches your clit again, before it rubs it aggressively. Jihoon doesn't let go immediately of your bottom lip; biting and sucking on it as you moan his name again and again.

Your walls clamp down on him and your orgasm hits you. Your whole body shakes as you cum for a second time and Jihoon has to hold your legs on top of his shoulder as they loose their strength.

He keeps pounding on your as you ride out your high, but his pace is messy. He twitches relentlessly until a particular deep shove, when he stops and groans loudly. You watch in awe as he throws his head back, veins appearing at the side of his neck, as he finally cums.

Your chest is heaving as you pant and you gently let go of the counter. Your legs weakly fall from Jihoon's shoulders and you put your hands in their place. Jihoon regains his composure and follows your lead as you pull him closer and kiss him.

The kiss is soft and you wish it lasted longer. Jihoon pulls away only to smile at you and peck your lips again. You smile back and steal a kiss from him, making him unexpectedly giggly. You feel him swift slightly his weigh, but not pull out of you yet.

He glances behind you and tilts his head, making you curious.

"It stopped raining."

"Really?" you try to twist your head to look outside, but it's impossible in the position you are at, "What time is it?"

Jihoon peeks at the clock on the wall beside him and pouts.

"It's time to lock up. Guess, fun is over!" he raises his body from yours and slips out gently.

You don't know why, but the words kind of sting to hear them.

You sit up, feeling weirdly empty and watch him as he throws the used condom in the trash bag. He picks up his clothes and starts dressing. You do the same, slipping into your shirt and buttoning it up as Jihoon gets dressed and puts the roses into the refrigerator.

You search for your underwear and Jihoon notices, as he bends down and picks it up.

"You dropped this!" he says, holding the panties in front of your face with two fingers.

"You mean you dropped it! Or more like threw it!"

Jihoon grins and gives it to you without further bickering. You are a bit dissapointed; you expected a clever remark!

You hop off the work table and put your panties on, moving to your skirt and shoes next.

"Are you ready?"

You turn to look at Jihoon -fully dressed now- who holds the keys to the shop and is waiting by the door. You nod and silently walk past him and out of the shop.

This is awkward, you have to admit.

You didn't plan this to turn out like that and you worry that things will be weird from now on.

Maybe you should searching for a new flower shop close to your home.

You watch him as he turns around the shop's sign to 'closed' and locks the doors. You nervously bite your lip and turn your back on him, walking towards your apartment. You know how this goes and you don't want to stay for the awkward part!

You haven't made it two steps afar when he grabs your arm and pulls you back. Your chest collides with his and his lips are back on yours, in a chaste kiss. Your eyes widen, but quickly flutter shut in order to enjoy the kiss. He wraps his arm around your waist and keeps you close to him as he kisses you.

When you pull apart, you look at him in the eyes and part your mouth in surprise.

"See you next week?" he asks softly and you blink, not expecting this.

You shake your head and smile, grabbing his shirt collar and pulling him down to give him one more kiss.

"You bet on it!"