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saiidahyunie · 3 months

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f1 racer!park jihyo x fem!reader || smut

synopsis: what better way to celebrate your racer girlfriend’s first f1 win with a special victory gift from you.

wc: 9.3k

warnings: smut!!! ; almost caught fucking in the van (and elevator) >.< ; edging ; thigh riding ; pussy slapping ; cursing ; mentions of food ; jihyo just being a top ; anything else i should add for a heads up?

a/n: happy birthday to the best leader and one of the most ambitious women i have ever seen in my life. (lowk double triple quadrouple tag teaming w sana momo tzuyu and mina in bias wrecking me)

it seemed like a neverending rush of adrenaline overloading your senses.

luckily, the racing team had accommodated you with noise canceling headphones to save your eardrums from the chaotic noises occurring in the paddock behind you. the low whir of these twenty million spaceship rockets built for the ground to defy physics, along with the many people clamoring over the noises of drills and terms you’ve only heard about for about eight months.

yet, your eyes were glued to the tv screen, watching the broadcast of the race as it neared its thrilling conclusion.

you’ve read the narrative before; park jihyo, your girlfriend, was on the verge of clinching her first ever world championship title for jyp racing in the last race of the regular season. all she needed was to accumulate a few more points and she would have it—or better yet, just win the whole damn race entirely.

on the screen, her car was behind two others in front of her, twisting past another chicane before the track rolled out into a small straight in the second sector of the street circuit. this was the second to last lap, and you could hear the crowd roar in excitement from the grandstands across from you.

in a swift move, jihyo manages to find a gap between the two cars, slotting herself right in to take first position in the long straight. the wheel to wheel contact between other two racers now in her rear view mirror now making up for lost time while jihyo was now running away with the race.

“holy shit!” you hear one of the racing team owners yell out after witnessing the flashy move jihyo did to overtake the two racers in front of her.

“she’s gonna do it oh my god, she’s gonna fucking do it!” nayeon says to you, furiously tapping your shoulder while jeongyeon ran towards the screen to see what had happened.

“what a ballsy move, the racing coaches are losing their shit over it!” jeongyeon yells out as the sound of her car zooms past the grandstand and paddock at light speed.

the other two racers, momo and sana, along with the fourth just trailing behind in tzuyu, were now fighting for second and third. you walk back to the tv screen overhanging the spot where the car was at before the start of the race, seeing that jihyo was following along her own driving line with so much precision—she had the fastest time in qualifying the day before, so there was no surprise that she’d be in first place at the end of all of this.

the pit crew members start to run out to the main track, cheering on for jihyo as she zooms past the starting grid, checkered flag waving from the steward while the whole venue erupted in excitement for their new f1 racing champion.

a victory lap later and you see jihyo with the other three trailing racers make it back to the grid, getting out of her car being mauled by the pit crew members and camera workers. she takes her helmet off, along with the brace that keeps her attached to her seat, waving her hair that was glistening in the lights, making her more ethereal to look at than she already was in that racing uniform.

momo and sana walk up to her, exchanging kind regards and joking amongst each other of how well they each did up until the last quarter miles on the track.

“y/n!”

you turn your head to see tzuyu, jihyo's racing teammate approach you. she’s been a really close friend with you, nayeon, and jeongyeon before she started racing in f1. you and her actually were on the same racing team back in your days with f2, before stepping away from the racing scene entirely to prioritize on other things that needed cultivating.

“that was some nice driving in your second year of competing tzu.” you say, hugging her tightly as nayeon and jeongyeon jumped at you two in the tender moment.

tzuyu raises her helmet in the air, smiling at the crowd as well as the surrounding people near you two before being swept away by her racing team pit crew, “i’ll see you guys at the after party!”

“ahh i’m so excited!” nayeon exclaims, walking past momo and sana’s cars towards jihyo's, who was still getting a well of congratulations from fellow drivers. a guard whispering in her ear that makes her head turn to you three approaching her. a smile is spread across her face as you begin to start running toward your girlfriend.

she sets her helmet in the cockpit of her car, running at the same pace like yours before she jumps into your arms, spinning her around for a second while getting high on the scent of her hair filling your nose. jihyo meets your eye, the small height difference due to her being lifted off the ground by you before leaning in for a well deserved kiss to commemorate her victory.

“congrats babe, you’re officially an f1 champion.” you mumble against her lips, smiling into the kiss more, not giving any mind to the flashing cameras catching you two.

setting her down for another hug, she’s laughing, tears in her eyes, just clearly enjoying the moment that still hasn’t hit her yet.

“oh my god- oh my god.” jihyo chokes out, running her hand through her hair as the noise of the cheers completely drowns everything out.

once everything had calmed down and everyone on the grid had migrated to the podium part that was off the track, you stood to the side along with nayeon and jeongyeon—along with the pit crew members as you watched jihyo raise the trophy to mark the illustrious ending to a fantastic racing season. she’s handed a bottle of champagne that she pops open, spraying it in the crowd below and along with momo and sana, who both finished second and third respectively.

a perfect night indeed, all it needed was the after party activities.

“what am i supposed to do against the fact that jihyo’s car is just a couple seconds faster than mine?” tzuyu asks, walking alongside you with your hands snaked around jihyo’s waist. she was out of her racing attire, wearing a sleek cropped leather racing jacket that showed off her midriff so well and apparently to you–the jacket was part of a new collaboration that she was a part of but didn’t say what it was about.

“it’s not the car, it’s the driver’s intuition to read the track and find the best line for yourself possible.” jihyo says, dropping a hint of knowledge to tzuyu who closes her eyes, accepting the information without putting up an argument.

“y/n would’ve been your rival if she got the call up to one of the other racing teams.”

you eye jihyo who looks down with her eyes closed, a small dimple peeking through that gives you an urge to kiss her cheek impulsively, gripping her side while doing so. it had been a while since you and jihyo had quality time to spend together. now that the season is pretty much over, nothing could hold you back to being with her–no early morning team meetings, no racing sim sessions, just you and jihyo together.

“if i did that, i wouldn’t have met jihyo in the first place.” you say to tzuyu, jihyo tapping your shoulder, blushing at the notion of you being a possible racer going against her, but luckily that wasn’t the case since you were already a long way out from getting a shot for a racing team.

“we could be rivals to lovers if you wanted to! you should’ve! you would’ve made some solid competition.” jihyo says to you, tapping your shoulder again, making you pull her waist closer to you that gets her flustered.

jihyo was reeled in by the way you were adamant with how you showed your affection towards her. those quick glances before entering the cockpit before the race, and even both of your guys’ lockscreens shared a picture of you kissing her helmet as a sign for good luck—knowing that you were already proud of her for what she’s accomplished so far.

intimate moments were always special with jihyo, but since she was now a big time racer and you had her slip under your race lights, she had little to no time for you since this was a make or break season for her racing career–luckily enough, she saw it through in the end.

“i think if i were to race for a team, it would have to be with jihyo, not against.” you chuckle at the end as the five of you reach a designated car that was assigned to take you guys for a post race meal that left your stomachs rumbling.

“y/n and i call the backseats!” jihyo yells out, hand snaking to your hips before she grabs your hand to enter in the fourth row of the van. everyone else followed suit to take the seats in front of you two once inside.

if there was anything about jihyo that you were aware of, it was that the moment you incited anything sexual with her, it would always lead to disaster.

clearly, you had a thing for disasters.

the last time you and jihyo had time to yourselves was after the monaco grand prix. you and her had an argument before the race that lit a fire under jihyo because of how sexually frustrated you became—this caused jihyo to finish on the podium which was a much needed placement in second just behind momo. if she finished third or below, it would’ve put her out of championship contention until the next couple races before las vegas.

after the race, jihyo completely ignored her teams celebratory dinner because she needed to set you straight for getting her horny in a do or die situation. needless to say the morning after, she was well relieved knowing that she fucked you good like there was no tomorrow.

since then, you two haven’t hooked up since—that was three months ago.

the van strolls down the street, the bright lights of the casinos and hotels illuminating through the windows, passing small rays of light to each row evenly.

jihyo catches you through the side of her eye, leaning over for a quick peck to your cheek that makes you giddy, her smiling lips against your face as she pulls you closer, pulling your face away before she could get her lips on them again.

“you’re so concentrated on me now, are you sure you didn’t think about me while you were on the track?” you ask playfully.

jihyo shakes her head, hands still hooking to your waist, forehead against your cap as she laughs again.

“hey, i don’t want to see you guys do anything funny back there.” jeongyeon warns, the light from her phone screen flashed towards you two, causing you to put your hands up to block it.

“we’re not jeong,” jihyo laughs out, grinning at the pair of eyes staring at her in the darkness. “i just missed my girlfriend, that's all.”

“you two have been extra touchy since we got in the car, i’m sure something’s going on.”

“why don’t you just focus on giving directions to the driver for dinner?” you blurt out, tossing your cap towards the front of the car, accidentally hitting nayeon in the back of the head.

“ow! what the hell was that for?!” nayeon yells out, clutching the back of her head in pain.

“sorry, it’s dark in here.” jihyo adds, the whole car laughing out before calming down just seconds later.

you lean back on the seat, eyes on jihyo again. feasting on the eye candy next to you with the racer jacket in all of its glory. her top just stopped a little bit before her abs that were clearly present, the small belly button piercing gleaming in the darkness from the light reflected off of it. you were staring, but jihyo knew that she was attractive.

jihyo scoots next to you, snaking your arm around her hip, nestling herself on your chest and closing her eyes after, descending into the seat more.

“you know,” you whisper to her ear, “i gave the recommendation to put you on the medium soft tires at around lap 30.”

jihyo looks up at you, astounded with what you said, “i was wondering why my car was feeling a little bit lighter after that pit stop.”

you hum against her temple, planting another kiss, “you wanted to keep the hard tires? just make it harder for yourself?”

she chuckles softly, fingers sliding on your neck as every touch that was grazed on your skin felt like electricity to you.

“maybe you wanted something softer…” tension suddenly giving way through your hooded eyes.

jihyo picks up on this and she knows.

“are you talking about soft tires or?”

“i’m talking about this.” you answer her with a whisper, leading her hand under your shirt, only for jihyo to realize that you weren’t wearing a bra under at all that makes her gasp in surprise.

“someone’s a little bold today.” jihyo mutters against your ear, sending chills down your spine as she fondles with your left boob for a bit, pinching the bud of your nipple as the neediness crept through your body like wildfire.

“aren’t you gonna show me how to handle this?” you ask, kissing her temple again before nibbling on her earlobe, jihyo stifling a moan by biting her lip to keep quiet. “i know you want the same thing to happen like in monaco, and you’re gonna give it to me.” you order in her ear.

jihyo was a ticking time bomb when it came to moments like these. the only thing that was on your mind now was how long could she hold out until you two reach the hotel room?

jihyo slides her hand down from your waist to the button of your pants, undoing it with ease with her fingers that makes you giggle a bit, impressed with her sleight of hand.

“don’t tell me you’re not wearing panties under here too?” she whispers in your ear, answering her own question when the pads of her fingertips feeling the lacy piece of garments below, realizing that this wasn’t a usual pair that you wore.

“a little something for you, but you’re gonna have to wait till we get to the suite.” you mumble victoriously—a big mistake as jihyo slides her two fingers over your pulsing core, causing your breath to hitch from the contact, closing your legs a bit to prolong the sensation a little bit more before jihyo stops at your clit.

“let’s not get caught now shall we?”

you were breathless, in the back of a van, with people in front of you, and your girlfriend teasing you at the tips of her fingers—all of this was your doing in the first place.

“jih–fuck you’re—”

“you know how fast our cars were going, imagine if you were against the crash fence and the wind sweeps under?”

this woman, will be the death of you.

“don’t get me tempted now, you still have something for me to show later right?” jihyo mutters against your neck before sliding down to your soaked panties, seamlessly pulling it to the side before slipping a finger in your pussy that makes you gasp out loudly.

“everything okay back there?”

you place your hand over your mouth to keep yourself quiet from moaning, jihyo lets out an ‘uhh’ before answering, “y/n just dropped something here, i’m picking it up.” a clear lie as she continues her long middle finger inside you, hips gyrating to add more spice to the movement that’s keeping your lips parted.

“so pretty for me…” jihyo licks your neck, making your shiver in the seat, “when you’re like this.”

fuck, this was going a lot more better than you expected.

the soft heavy, breaths fill the cushioned interior of the van as it drives in the late night. jihyo was unrelenting by stimulating you, rubbing your cilt in addition to her finger pumping inside. your pulsing is starting to quicken at your core, thighs slightly shaking knowing that your high was nearing, but you used everything you had to not let that happen.

jihyo realizes this, and she too wants this to be saved for later. so she slips her hand out from your panties, perfect timing as the van reaches its destination—a shabu place that was recommended by nayeon. mouths needed to be fed, but yours and jihyo’s were craving for a different meal in mind.

as the van pulls up to the parking lot, jihyo jumps at you in the seat, lips crashing against hers. you cup her cheeks, jihyo’s hands get tangled in your hair, both of you are matching the same energy and destitution. tongues swiping each other like a sword fight, gripping her leather jacket as your other hand snakes to her neck.

she’s fast, she’s needy and my god you need her to be like this with you more often.

you two hear the van stop in parking gear, and jihyo pulls away, looking towards the front to see that everyone in the rows ahead were starting to get their stuff and head outside. the both of you sit up, hands scrambling to have everything look presentable to the best extent before stepping out.

jihyo exits the van, letting out a sigh while meeting with nayeon, jeongyeon, and tzuyu outside.

“what happened with y/n?” tzuyu asks at the sight of you stepping out, cheeks clearly stained with a blush of pink, hair tosuled with your hat at an angle, and the worst part of all, your pants were unbuttoned for the whole world to see.

“oh, she just got a little car sick, that's all.” jihyo replies swiftly, making you lean over to sell the act. “i don’t think we’ll be able to eat with you guys tonight.”

the small group groans out, unhappy with the shock announcement as you faked a clear cough, grasping at your stomach with one eye closed.

“sorry guys,” you huff out. “i think being in the back row was a terrible idea for us.”

terrible. you’re clearly mistaken, it was the best fucking idea to nearly get caught by your closest friends in a moving car getting edged to oblivion.

“alright, we’ll see you back at the airport y/n, make sure you get some rest.” nayeon says, patting your shoulder in comfort while faked being woozy, nearly losing your balance. jihyo catches you, letting out a small laugh once she set up upright.

“so silly of you to be on your phone the entire ride baby.” jihyo coos out, rubbing your face, enjoying the pampering that she’s giving you with both of her hands tapping your cheeks.

“can we go now?” you say, tugging at jihyo’s racer jacket with the most babyish face you could ever pull out of your ass—all for the lie you think, but jihyo plays along just well.

“okay okay, we’ll see you guys soon okay?!” jihyo asks the trio of girls in front of you guys, waving as the both of you walk back to the van.

“get better y/nnnnn!” tzuyu yells out before you wave back at them with both eyes closed, jihyo escorting you to the seat before mashing her face with yours again.

“such,” jihyo mumbles against your cheek, “a naughty girl for me.” pulling away with an audible smooch.

“you wanted your gift? i think you’ll like what i have for you.”

“i can hardly wait.”

jihyo’s assault on your body picks up right where it left off on the swift ride back to the hotel. luckily, your chauffeur was walled off in the front of the car with a soundproof window that was rolled all the way up—this meant the moans you’ve been holding back earlier could now be let out to its fullest content to jihyo’s ears with ease.

she starts by pinning you on the chair, hands snaking up under your shirt to clasp at your breasts. her hands weren’t the biggest, but they fit on your chest oh so perfectly as she massages them, earning another moan through your lips against hers.

“fuck ji–ah!”

“shhh, save it for the room baby.”

oh she’s getting you race ready. i mean, that’s the name of her game after all.

your lips clash again, hands splayed on her back, stripping the unreleased racer jacket off of her to reveal a simple black tank top underneath—a tight fitted one that made jihyo’s boobs a lot more bigger than they originally were. this catches your eye, causing to pull away, biting her lip and tugging at it as your hands slide up against the skimpy fabric keeping her boobs hostage.

“my my world champ, you had these under your uniform and jacket the whole time?”

“i know you love my boobs baby, they’re always there for you to grab a feel.”

indulging was something that you were always good at, jihyo just waved the green flag for you to slide your hands up even further, thumbs bruising over her clothed nipple as you heard her breath hitch at the slightest touch at them.

despite laying on the seat, you found it paramount to return the same sort of pleasure in your position to jihyo as much as you could, leaning up to plant your lips at her neck, slightly nibbling at it while your hands kept themselves occupied by massaging her tits.

“ngh, y/n baby…” jihyo says, her head dips even deeper next to yours, continuing to mark her up, making up for lost time like her qualifying races to get the highest placement before race day.

“let me work you up too, relax.” you groan against her neck, causing her to whimper at the feeling of your lips sliding down her neck to the outfaced bone of her clavicle. while that was happening, you lift your leg up, shifting it over to her ass, your thigh pressing against her core through her jean shorts, making her moan against your ear that might’ve made you cum right then and there from the sound.

jihyo then stops you from sucking away from her neck to the point that she might have to have a better cover when her race coach kangin asks about it the next time she sees him, tapping your shoulder to lay your head back, crashing her lips with yours again, pecking left and right until the van does sudden stops and turns.

the both of you start to sit up, jihyo having the higher position, looking at the window to only realize that they’ve made it back to the hotel that you and her were staying at. she gets off of your body, grabbing her racing jacket and zipping it up to cover the action that was happening below her neck as damage control.

you fix your appearance as well, fixing your shirt and hat to make it look more presentable once the van comes to a complete stop and the both of you calm down from the second round of ‘whatever the hell this game of playing: who’s gonna break first from kissing, sucking, and getting the other person horny first’ stepping out of the van and into the lobby with hands twined with each others.

you’ve watched jihyo zoom past the track during the qualifying race the day prior to get first place against the nineteen best drivers in the world, but this woman who's leading you by the hand through the hotel lobby might have just set a new record full stop with how fast the two of you walked from the van to the elevator in record time.

if you were to look back at this night and one were to ask what happened on the way to the room? you’d say that it’s the vaguest gray area in your memory that you’ve probably had ever really. you and jihyo share a laugh at you almost slipping in your chunky converse shoes in contrast to jihyo’s boots, her hand on your waist while yours was hovering just above her butt. the elevator greeted you with no visitors–a perfect setting for the prelude of tonight’s prime time events that you’ve waited for so long.

“so no more races for the time being right?” you ask jihyo, her back turned to yours tapping on the panel to the floor of your room.

“for now, but i do want to have a joyride session on that track outside the city.” jihyo answers, scratching her head now facing you, before you pull her in for a hug, jihyo shifts herself again so that she’s now facing the elevator door.

the metal box continues to ascend up slowly to the level–the highest level of the hotel to be exact, all part of your plan to keep jihyo’s motor running.

jihyo exhales out, a hint of tiredness peeking as she rubs your hand with her thumb, humming along with the soft jazzy music that was coming out of the small speaker on the top right of the elevator wall. you lean your head to her right side, blowing air to the side of her face that makes her chuckle at the intimate action.

“you know,” you whisper, “i overhead that you were almost told to give the position back to momo after backing out on her challenge on turn 11.”

“but i didn’t.” jihyo replies, “the officials looked over that contact play thoroughly and i just kept my ground. sana caught up to us though and eventually i fell behind after oversteering one corner.”

“and you still won.” you say, pressing a kiss to her neck.

jihyo sighs out after closing her eyes, and she might just fall asleep with you right then and there.

“since you didn’t give up the position, i’ll give you something else.” you mumble against her ear, hands snaking up to hold her tits under her jacket.

“oh? and what that might be that you plan on giving me?”

you couldn’t help but chuckle at her oblivious question, playing along to your act in this whole script that was devised in your head, a perfect ending–consider this to be the ninth symphony of beethoven’s repertoire.

jihyo was five lights away glowing red and you pushed the crushing blow–the green light that jihyo has been waiting for all night.

“i’ll give you my lips.”

jihyo smiles with her teeth out to the world behind you, turning you around, lips on yours again for what seems to be the infinite time tonight, but this lip lock was more serious. pure lust had taken over jihyo like the adrenaline that rushed in her veins while racing earlier.

your back makes contact with the wall behind you, her leg slots itself in between yours, pressing against your core as a get back for the same thing you did to her in the van, earning a moan into her lips that just simply upped the ante within jihyo.

she pulls away eyes hooded, breaths matching together and they’re fucking heavy. the pace was overwhelming to jihyo’s resurgence in sexual frustration—to be fair, you were the one to start things in the first place so this shouldn’t come as a shock to you.

in a millisecond of being off guard, jihyo forces herself on you, pinning your wrists to the wall, whining at the sudden grip your girlfriend was giving you, her mouth slashing at the new territory claimed with her tongue leading the charge.

retreating with a ‘pop’ of the lips, followed by another quick peck with a slight tug at the end before making her way down to your neck for another bombardment of marks awaiting your flesh.

“j-jihyo, y-y-you—fuck!”

a clear ‘mmph’ could be heard as jihyo sucks away at your neck, smiling against it as she develops a steady rhythm. a bite here followed by a suck, and another bite followed by a second suck to soothe it.

“you gave me the green light, so don’t back down now.” jihyo mutters against your neck, the scent of your expensive perfume filling her nose and taste buds.

letting out a laugh with a moan mixed into your vocal chords, jihyo continued her work for what seemed like ages, only for her to stop to kiss you again as the elevator dings loudly, indicating that you two have reached the level that your hotel room was at. jihyo steps away from you, leaning back a bit to admire the damage that she had inflicted upon your face and neck—for now.

she then takes your hand, leading to where your room was a few steps away from the lounging area that was across from the set of elevators. you catch a couple glimpses of your reflections and you smile at your devious but perfectly executed plan.

your hat was the only thing covering your disheveled hair, lips were puffy swollen, and the marks. the marks. ‘jesus christ’ was the thought exactly at the sight of your neck being spread evenly out with red and the appearance definitely made you feel the way that it should.

a quick swift of the keycard over the lock and you usher jihyo inside the room that you two were staying at. housekeeping did their handiwork cleaning up the room; the king size bed neatly made with all of the assorted bags left untouched on the right side where the tv was hanging.

jihyo slides off her racer jacket, setting it on the chair while you went to the bathroom to freshen yourself up a bit while jihyo relaxed on the edge of the bed, discarding her boots by kicking them off under the desk. she then leans back, her head looking up to the ceiling above, her eyes closed in complete relaxation after a full day of logistical racing from the moment she got up from the bed this morning.

surely that team dinner would be postponed until probably tomorrow given how tired jihyo was, right?

(that tiredness would suddenly wash away when you stepped out the bathroom.)

she sees you leaning against the wall, nothing except the lacy panties that jihyo felt back in the van earlier on the way to the shabu place. your back was arching away from the wall with your ass still pressed against it, forming a figure in the low light emulating from the lamp behind.

this image of you in front of jihyo had her salivating, lips parted with a small creeping beneath it as you made your way to the bed’s edge. her hands wrapping around your exposed waist, with your hands nestling themselves at her neck. jihyo was still speechless, eyes widened to the max while you prompted her hands to roam freely as they pleased–now with the proper privacy, there was nothing holding her back from ravishing you.

“somebody’s a little preoccupied.”

jihyo looks up at you, her pupils dilated at the sight of you towering over her for a moment.

“fuck you’re so pretty.” jihyo responds, leaving a chaste kiss to your midsection, arms pulling you closer to her so that she can indulge more in your body.

there’s something about the way her hands move, finding the right spots across your abs and back for you to let out a hitched breath or a sound of approval from your lips, lightly nipping away at the skin that was left unmarked from earlier on the way back that wasn’t your neck or face. her reactions were stupid fast when it came to racing, but now she was taking her time. scouting the valleys and curves on your body, just below your breasts.

“who said that you could stop?” you giggled, initiating a squeeze from jihyo the second after, feeling your perky mounds to her own volition.

“can’t believe you’re so perfect for me like this.” jihyo husks out, eliciting a soft moan to leave your mouth, dipping your head to give a kiss on the top of her head. you then tap her shoulders twice, stopping her movements. stepping away to get something from the mini fridge that was hidden away next to the main dresser, a bottle of rare champagne that would probably be worth half of jihyo’s salary, so you bought it under her name for this special occasion.

“aw for me?” jihyo pouts, “if this was your celebratory gift i think we should just call it a night then.”

“obviously not,” you say, “what do you take me as?”

“i don’t know, maybe you’re just a stranger who’s staying in my room with me.”

“we’re celebrating your first world championship, just with my own little twist to it.” you respond, cracking the bottle open and handing her a glass that was filled to the brim for her to drink.

“uh y/n, you know i can’t finish this right?”

“oh i know,” you say, “i just have other uses for that.” jihyo then takes a quick swig of the rare-aged champagne, sighing out after downing nearly half the glass in one gulp, giving it back for you to finish the rest before placing it down on the table.

jihyo doesn’t pick up on this until the very last second, the sight of you straddling her with the bottle of champagne, her hands finding themselves holding you at the hips. you lean down for another lip lock with jihyo again, her fingers clutching down your pelvis trying to get something started. the heat is rushing down all over your body, a growing sensation from below building up, it took everything in your body to not feed into jihyo’s desire.

you pull away to see jihyo’s dilated pupils, yours was doing the same. the heavy breaths were not helping as the tension rose in the space between you two once again. you give her another kiss before leaning back, raising the bottle a little bit over your chest, spilling the expensive alcohol over your body. jihyo doesn’t react to this either, she was too attracted to your image at the moment–the marks on the neck and chest, the way you were above jihyo with a gaze that made you ten-thousand times hotter than she initially thought. it was an overload, but you finally gave her the edging push that broke down her self control.

“taste me baby, i need to be cleaned up anyway…”

jihyo doesn’t hesitate for a single second, diving right in immediately after you said that, dragging her tongue across your chest, before kissing in between the middle part where your cleavage was. bathing in sweet champagne wasn’t an idea you were forward with, but clearly jihyo was loving the whole act you were putting on for her.

“fuck jihyo–ah!” you moaned out while jihyo gave out satisfying lick after satisfying lick, leaving no spot open. she then changes the ante, taking your erected nipple and closing her mouth over it.

she continues this for a couple more minutes, a trail of pecks across your body as jihyo continues to mark her territory.

“is this ‘mmph–” jihyo mumbles in between kisses, “my prize?”

“i’m all yours for tonight hyo, ruin me.”

jihyo scans your body once more, deciding what to do first with you before instinctively forcing your hips down to her thigh. your core making contact with the skin that makes you yelp in surprise. this also didn’t help that jihyo lifted her leg up a bit, shifting your hips in a back and forth motion that makes you groan–longing for more, biting your lip as jihyo revels at the heavenly sounds that she’s hearing.

“you like grinding your pussy on my thigh like that baby?”

“jihyo you’re such a–”

she shuts you up with a kiss, making you release a low whimper as you grind against her toned leg with your clothed cunt.

“keep moving and don’t stop.”

fuck.

your eyes catch jihyo licking her first two fingers, placing it upright against her leg where your pussy was making contact, sliding along your folds through the fabric—hips buckling at the angle that she made her fingers curve a bit, teasing you till the very end.

“you really want me inside that badly huh?” jihyo asks, the neediness clouding your head at the sound of her low voice. “so fucking wet for me after your little stunt in the van?”

yeah, you’re so fucked tonight.

jihyo raises her middle finger above the others as the throbbing doubles in an instant. your head leans back as jihyo kisses your clavicle—your senses now overloading as you rode her finger which were now ripping away at you, her other hand moving your hips, shaky breaths petering out while jihyo circles your clit.

she watches you with a feasting intent, the lust oozing through as you fuck yourself on her thigh, unclasping her bra with just one hand while keeping her eyes on you. she then positions her thumb where your clit was landing, now pressing against it when you’re dragging your hips on her

“fuck fuck fuck–”

“yeah, i know you couldn’t resist fucking my fingers.”

“god, jihyo you– shit”

“mhm,” jihyo hums out, “you’re so close baby.”

you curse out, basically shouting to nearby hotel guests staying on the floor. the words wobbling out of your mouth as jihyo worked your lower body. the desperation was there—all jihyo just needed to was force it out of you, in this case she did. you squirmed under her touch, gasping at the sensation with your stomach churning away in pleasure.

jihyo withdraws her hand away from the problem that’s bothering you between your legs, making you whine, the sound almost like a confused kid that got their toy taken away after being in trouble. snickering at your act, you slap her shoulders lightly, playfully complaining as jihyo kisses you again to calm down.

“you’re so-”

“i’m giving you what you want, no? jihyo goes for another kiss.

she isn’t wrong.

“i thought you said that you were going to be my special present for tonight?”

you nod.

“that’s what i thought, now relax for me babe.”

god. you are so done for.

the pillows behind jihyo are met with your back against them, switching the places between you two as she crawls up your body, her knees between your legs as she leaned down for another kiss, hair getting tangled through your fingers, jihyo continuing her assault on your face and body with her lips.

“i’m gonna treat you good okay?”

you whimper in agreement, nodding your head as jihyo lowers her gaze, a smirk plowing through as she runs her hand on your face, cheeks flooded hot pink, placing her lips on your neck again before trailing down your body very slowly.

jihyo is satisfied with how you are under her touch, but she always, always wants more for herself. her lips find themselves on your breasts again like earlier, returning the attention to your nipples while massaging your soft mounds. she knows that you’re gonna give into her desires—there’s no point in putting up a fight against her (you did the same thing to her back in monaco, but now the roles were reversed.)

mindlessly putting a hand to the back of her head, jihyo notes this, canvassing your body with her lips in every corner that she could possibly touch. she’d seen you model for underwear brands and daily outfits of the day on your instagram page, but when it came to the bed, jihyo memorized every soft spot there was to discover–she knew how to push your buttons and it showed.

“you know what i want.” you’re practically begging for jihyo at this point.

she happily hums out, ready to fufill the obligation. leaving your boobs down to your waist, trailing lower and lower. you try to look away, eyes shut from the sensing danger—the need to be everso fulfilled immediately. there’s a pause for a few seconds as jihyo hooks her hands to the tops of your thighs, staring at the underwear that you were weaning.

and you just had to look up.

you see her eyes filled with so much lust between your pulsing core, placing a kiss on your inner thigh, shuddering at the contact of her lips, inching closer to the middle, but she stops again with a smirk and you are left breathless.

“i didn’t know you were wearing the unreleased pair today.”

“you still have to post your announcement tomorrow, so i had to remind you somehow.”

jihyo looks away, keeping her eyes on you, rather impressed at the effort you made, especially in a scenario like this.

“i have an idea for the picture already, but i’m gonna need this back.”

her fingers found the elastic waistband of the lacy calvin klein underwear that was keeping your pussy hostage from jihyo’s lips, pulling it down slightly, but it was what she did next that made everything in your body race.

she pulls it down a little bit past your upper thigh, grabbing it with her teeth and pulling it away, her hands sliding down your legs as well in one smooth motion. the satisfaction clearly seen in her eyes once the panties were tossed off to somewhere in the room that won’t be found until sometime in the morning.

this totally won’t come back to haunt you later, right?

you didn’t have to say anything, jihyo makes her way up your inner thighs again, the trail of kisses approaching the sensitive spot as she takes in the aroma of your sex, getting drunk in the sensation of it before placing a kiss to your wetness.

“shit.” you mumble, your teeth catching your lip. whatever worries you had about earlier today or the flight you’re taking back home tomorrow, none of that mattered as jihyo’s instinct to please herself by having you destroyed was all that mattered. jihyo grunts against your heat, the vibrations from your cunt bucking your hips from the contact as her tongue lashes mercilessly inside you.

“fucking hell jihyo you really–fuck!”

the encouragement only pushes jihyo to get more out of you. pressing your legs to her head to lock her down in place, hands on your hips in a better position. “god, please. please.” you’re begging to let go under jihyo’s will, but it won’t be that easy to meet her needs.

“so good jihyo, g-god you’re so g-good nnh”

jihyo detaches her lips from your swollen clit, sliding her finger over your folds, fingertips getting soaked with your seeping liquid. your hips are off the bed, eyes rolling back from the overstimulating feeling of getting edged for the second time. it was all head racking, your voice filled with needy gasps that jihyo finds thrilling—for you to be all dumb for your girlfriend and it really is something to behold about if you’re jihyo.

“fuck me please. i need you, just don’t be a bit-”

jihyo slaps your pussy in retaliation to your needy attitude; the first and only warning you’re getting from her.

“i’m gonna go along as i please, you don’t have a say on whether or not i get to fuck you dumb, i do.”

she doesn’t hesitate after she says that, slapping your pussy again to make you yell at the sharp pain coming from your hips.

“you’re gonna be a good girl for me. before, during, and after i ruin you.”

two fingers slipped inside of you, knowing that you were already primed and ready from jihyo’s bombardment of lips and nipping of your skin regardless if she gave you the heads up or not.

“yes! please, i need more–” you rasp out at the curling fingers of jihyo in your pussy, followed by her lips nibbling away at your clit. she speeds up the motions, building up a consistent rhythm to follow–her own driving line in tearing you up.

there’s no delay for however long jihyo pleased you for her own pleasure. in, out. in and out. she continues to dive right in with her attention to detail, mouth and fingers working in complete cohesion like her pit crew, higher and higher the tempo increases until–

“wait- sh- i’m gonna– i’m gonna– ah i’m gonna—”

your hips drag to the shape of jihyo’s fingers, jumping and twitching—fighting down the moan in her throat until it all comes down the highest apex that jihyo could create.

“yes yes yes– oh my go-ah! i’m cumming!” you could barely manage, and jihyo believes this to be true, eyes widening at the juices flowing down to her mouth, pulling away as she rubs your pussy furiously. “fuck i’m cumming – jihyo i’m cumming—”

“such a good girl y/n; keep cumming for me.”

the climax was well worth the time dragged out, your body still stuttering and sensitive to the touch even after jihyo’s fingers were pulled out from you. your eyes return back to their normal state, as your mouth was still parted open, looking at jihyo examining the slick from you all webbed up on her fingers, laying beside you with a kiss to your cheek and her hand to your mouth.

“suck it off for me baby.”

you don’t say anything but open your mouth, receiving your own taste from jihyo’s fingers as she watches you lick up every spot that was soaked with your cum, giving her a seductive look in her eyes that makes her own cunt throb at the sight of you.

“shit y/n.” jihyo mutters, withdrawing her fingers from your mouth before kissing you sloppily, breaths between you two were still heavy and filled with a sense of hunger that had been there before, but now the desire was raised up to eleven.

“flip over baby, let me see you from behind.” she purrs out, giving you space by getting on her knees while you roll over. your legs were already smoothened like water–belly down, ass up. the desperation for more was there– your body completely reduced to jelly as jihyo felt out your waist, kneading your ass.

there’s a pause for a brief moment, jihyo runs her hand through her hair, taking in the sight of your back all there in its basking glory, biting her lip before leaning down to plant a trail of kisses down your spine, each kiss making you pant more loudly than the last.

“this view never gets old for me you know?” she murmurs, and all you could produce with your mouth was a muffled whine into the pillow. jihyo’s skin makes contact with yours, arching your back slightly as jihyo presses down on the small of your back.

“please baby,” is all you can plead through the covers–the only offering you have to give is your body molded into the mattress.

jihyo would draw out more of your begging, but she knew that she wanted to have more fun with you, slipping inside you again with a single finger to start, letting out a wail while shoving your face into the sheets more to keep it down, but jihyo wasn’t having any bullshit of playing it safe.

dragging her finger out, her other hand reaches for you hair, making you look up–eyes shut with a gasp of air with your legs coming up as well in response to the rough handling of you.

“i thought i told you to be a good girl for me y/n, you don’t get to have the patience for me tonight.”

a sob leaves your lips, with your back arching even more up as jihyo tosses your head back to the mattress looking out to the side—slipping two curled fingers inside, resisting the urge to grab jihyo’s arm to pick up the pace.

“yes yes. oh my gah-” the whines are barely understandable, throwing your hips back to meet jihyo’s hand down the middle. your walls getting more and more slicker with each thrust inching deeper and deeper.

jihyo palms her free hand down on your back, setting you in place. a piton in the rock as a stepping point as your cunt is being stretched by three fingers. “you’re so good when you’re like this.”

you’re saying nonsense, jihyo’s smiling at the image of you getting completely blown out under her ingrained into her head. it’s sloppy, the strokes are getting too much to bear–the sheets are crinkled to the point where it shouldn’t even be on the bed anymore.

“fuck jihyo, please so close– ‘unna cum again–”

jihyo leans forward to your ear, not letting up on the pressure of her three fingers inside of you—shifting your head to meet hers on the left side so that she can hear your huffing moans more clearly. “yeah? i love when you sound like this–all fucked out for me that you’re begging for more?”

don’t stop. please it’s so fucking amazing.

“jih–hngh! please, fuck - its so - ngh, god i ca-”

your lidded eyes meet hers that were burning with lust, throwing your hips back continuously for a couple more seconds, whimpering through your open lips–fervently shaking at jihyo’s fingers giving one more curl at your g-spot, pushing you to the edge.

“mmmph fuck god-”

and just like that, your walls clamp down around jihyo’s fingers–closing your legs from her underhand grip to prolong the feeling. she slides her hands out of your worked cunt, hips shaking even with your ass up in the air before crumbling down to the mattress beneath you.

jihyo gives you some space again, dismounting from your lower thighs, as it took almost the remaining strength you had left to lay upright, the sensation from two orgasms back to back (this was still the beginning of the ‘night’ so there was a lot more in store soon.) the afterglow looked heavenly on you as jihyo laid right next to you, pressing her lips against your jaw while you hummed out despite your disheveled state.

“so pretty…” she whispers to you, meeting your eyes for another sloppy kiss and massages your scalp while your breathing returns to normal. you lean up jihyo’s chest as you close your eyes for a few moments, enjoying the embrace that you’ve missed so much from her until tonight.

“fuck,” you sigh out, still trembling and already fucking sore, but jihyo knew that there was still work to be done with you, and she knew that you were aiming for a fair trade of pleasure.

“you ready to go for another one?” jihyo asks you, rubbing your boob with her finger, grazing your nipple again, lightly pinching it. you stayed still for a second before jihyo would be caught off guard with the surge of control that flowed through your body.

in a split second you flip jihyo over, hovering over her body while you dive back for another kiss, biting her lip again before lowering yourself to her pulse point at the neck, earning a moan of approval from her,

“why don’t you explain to me about the future plans of jyp’s racing team while i eat you out?” you ask in between kisses as you make your way down, keeping your eyes with jihyo’s while sliding off her jorts and panties, raising her legs up in the air–a complete dynamic switch from her being on top of you to sinking into the mattress.

jihyo is left flustered at your request, knowing that her special present for winning the race would have her running laps for the entire night.

a PA system is overheard announcing a departing flight from las vegas to somewhere out in the east coast that was probably a connecting flight, but it wasn’t yours.

“so, i think everything went well with the after party two days ago.” your eyes lock onto nayeon who was sipping away a thai tea drink, scrolling away on her phone while you look at your laptop that showed the picture of jihyo getting drenched in champagne at the podium ceremony.

“i think the hangover is still lingering.” you hear tzuyu say, patting her shoulder out of genuine comfort for your close racing friend. now that the offseason was underway, it was a definite break for the drivers to get the downtime that they so thoroughly deserved after a long season, and before you know it, it’ll come back around again.

“i thought jeongyeon was gonna be with us.” you say to nayeon, looking up from her phone to meet your gaze with those round glasses of her’s that just fit her vibe so well.

“it actually turns out that she met someone at the club last night, so she’s gonna stay with her for another day or two.”

“does her someone have a name?”

“mina, i think.”

interesting news of development from your close circle of friends. speaking of developments–

tzuyu scrolls away on instagram, noticing a picture from jihyo’s profile that made her gasp out in public, a few surrounding people from the seating area behind you three taking notice of her being startled.

“what happened tzuyu?”

“jihyo’s the new ambassador for calvin klein?!”

you act shocked, but you already knew the news and to be fair, you did remind her that night about announcing it.

“really!? let me see.” nayeon asks, tzuyu handing the phone to her for nayeon to have a look, her mouth forming an o in surprise to how she announced it.

once you saw the picture, you didn’t think anything of it–until you got a second glance at what it actually was.

the picture was set in the hotel room, a familiar hotel room. the curtains were parted as the morning after that certain night was a cloudy morning–a perfect backdrop for a spontaneous photoshoot. jihyo stands at the window with her back facing the camera arms raised with the view behind her. she was wearing nothing but the same fucking lacy panties that jihyo drew down your legs with just her teeth. her bare back clearly toned showing in the picture and with a large CK on the corner of the photo.

“how come we didn't see you back at the hotel room y/n?” nayeon asks you, looking at the photo again with tzuyu’s phone in your hand still.

“well...” you try to answer, still thinking about that night–the sounds of grunts and moans filing your head, the sight of jihyo's face completly wrecked at the sight of fucking you before snapping out of it.

“you still haven’t told us what you were doing that night when we were supposed to eat out.”

"i thought i told you guys that ji-"

tzuyu gasps again, but this time in a more quiet manner.

“what is it?” nayeon gasps again at tzuyu’s small scare.

“look what i noticed in the bottom corner of the picture.”

tzuyu points at bottom corner, a small circular mirror on the table. the reflection from that said mirror shows a person wearing a red and black racer jacket with a smile creeping through at the very top of the mirror. their neck riddled with marks all over and the jacket not zipped up, exposing a little bit of their breasts in between.

“i know that smile from anywhere, and that jacket really looks familiar.”

“she’s not even wearing anything under that jacket either!”

the two girls look at you, a beaming smile on both of their faces with the tsunami of questions that they were going to sweep you in.

easy to say that jihyo’s underwear model announcement on her instagram page after winning the formula one championship was nothing more than a simple photo finish.

#jihyo day!!!!!!#saiiidahyunee #twice x reader #kpop x reader #kpop smut #twice smut #twice jihyo #park jihyo #jihyo smut #jihyo x reader #streaming zone until i pass out studying

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