#choi jongho smut
Text
Coachella Night
Pairing- ATEEZ OT8 x Named Reader
Word count- 5k
Includes- Basically a gangbang, sex work but is it really work when the reader loves her job😆, 9 person relationship- don't know what that's called?, cock riding, missionary, from behind, double penetration, blow job, deep throating, pussy eating, cum eating, choking, squirting, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, so much cum, fluff
Tag List- @mingtina @jaxminnie @yeosayang @delightfulmoonbanana @tannie13 @y00nzin0 @marsstarxhwa
@yeosxxx @seokwoosmole @jjongsbebe @wisejudgedragonhairdo @meowmeowminnie @woo-stars @borntowalkaway @usagionthered @san-realblkwife @seonghwasstar @jejeyeppeo @soulseobi05 @kpop-bambi @prayerofthehaim @realisticnotes @pinkies-things @insomniacatiny @stephy-nicole13 @mknae-jongho @bykeynote
Masterlists- check out for more fics
📝Masterlists 📝ATEEZ Masterlist 📝OT8 Masterlist
J POV
"Come here", San growls, pulling me into his naked lap, "Sit on my cock and ride me"
Getting his dick to my entrance, I slide down, my pussy wet and opening just enough for him push in and spread my hole open
"Fuck yes", he yells, his fingers digging into my thighs, pushing me down on him, "Fuck, just what I need right now. Fuck tight little pussy"
I know sex is just what he needs
It's what they all need after every performance, especially this hard intense Coachella one, which is why I'm here
ATEEZ's personal whore
I was hired for KQ for this reason
Fuck the guys whenever they want
And god do I love my job
It's more than a job since I've been with them since ATEEZ started
It's evolved into love between me and all of them
A weird nine person relationship that surprisingly works for us
I moved into the dorm with them, sleeping in one of their rooms every night
I go with them on every tour, every show, sleeping with them individually, in groups or all together
They take care of me and I take care of them, sexually and non sexually
But right now they wanna fuck and so do I
San bottoms me out on his length and I immediately start bouncing up and down, the drag of his big cock so fucking good
"Yes, fuck, ride me naekkeo", he yells, his hands helping me move up and down, "Oh god, yes"
Leaning over him, I lean one hand on his abs, the hard muscles cut into his skin, feeling so good under my fingers
I wrap my other hand around the chains around his neck, gripping them hard, moaning as every slam down his perfect head hits my spot, pleasure shooting up my spine
"Fuck, god your horny huh baby?", he grunts, his hips moving up, fucking up into me and meeting me when I come down, plunging his cock in so much deeper, "Pussy is already making such a huge creamy mess. So fucking tight, wanting to cum already"
I nod, whining, both of us fucking each other quickly, his big cock throbbing inside me
"It's not only me Sannie. Your cock wants to cum", I tell him, clenching down on his hard length, making it even more pleasurable for his dick to push through, "You want to fill my pussy baby"
"Fuck yes, I do"
"Mm I wanna cream all over your cock"
"Do it", he urges, "Right now"
He slams in hard and I scream as bliss takes over, my whole body shaking as I cum
"San! San! San!"
"Joanne fuck! Yes naekkeo, so tight", he gasps
Shoving his cock inside me, I feel him throb then warm cum filling me as I watch him orgasm
He's so fucking gorgeous
They all are
I rock on his cock, my pussy milking him as we both finish
He sits up, smiling at me right before he pulls me into a passionate kiss
I move my arms around his neck, kissing him back, loving how passionate he is when kissing me
They all have different ways of kissing and I love them all
San's is passionate
Wooyoung's is teasing
Seonghwa's is slow and deep Hongjoong's is hungry
Yeosang's is wild
Mingi's is desperate
Yunho's is eager
And Jongho's is hard
And I'm honestly in heaven any time I kiss any one of them
"Ok my turn!", Wooyoung whines
San breaks the kiss, chuckling, "Seems like Woo needs you bad naekkeo. Be good to him ok?"
I nod, "Always"
"Love you naekkeo"
"Love you Sannie", I answer, kissing his cheek
Climbing off of San, I sit on the bed while he gets up, Wooyoung coming right next to me, his lips against mine automatically
"Mm princess", he whines, giving me lots of little kisses on my lips but denying me his tongue
For now
Such a little shit
"Yeosang and I are gonna play ok?"
I nod, knowing how much him, Yeosang and San love tag team me
Wooyoung pulls me in his lap in a reverse cowgirl, then pulls me down against him, my back against his hard chest
I turn my head to him, kissing him as he moves his cock to my hole
I push down on him just as I slide my tongue in his mouth, against his, swallowing the moan he lets out
Moving my arm around his neck, I keep his head in place, his lips firmly against mine
No teasing right now
His hands touch my body, one wrapping around my left boob, the other sliding down to my pussy, his fingers playing with my clit
More pleasure explodes in my body, my pussy squirting juice as I fully take him inside me
"Oh god princess", he groans against my lips, "You're so fucking perfect"
"So are you Woo", I murmur, squeezing his fat cock tightly
I feel lips on my lower stomach and I break the kiss with Wooyoung, watching Yeosang kiss up my body slowly
"Mm jagi", he groans, his tongue licking my skin, "Such soft skin baby. Sweat tastes so good"
"Mmm Yeo", I groan, my body trembling as his mouth reaches my nipple
He sucks on it, bliss blasting everywhere, my cunt choking Wooyoung's cock
"Ffff", Wooyoung groans, his fingers digging into my other boob
Yeosang let's go of my nipple a minute later, his lips crashing into mine, his tongue down my throat
I wrap my free hand around his neck, pulling him closer, his body on top of mine
I feel him move his cock to my hole, pushing inside
I've taken both of them before so this is nothing new
But the pleasure is always incredible
He slides in, opening me up as wide as he can, my body arching off of Wooyoung's, moaning in Yeosang's mouth, my body shaking uncontrollably in ecstacy
I feel so satisfyingly full when he gets all in, my pussy trying to clench down on both cocks inside me
"God, always so fucking tight", Yeosang groans, "Fuck jagi, whether it's one cock or two, your always tight"
"Mmm", I moan, my brain not able to think of words to say
"Ready to wreck our princess?", Wooyoung asks Yeosang
"So ready", Yeosang agrees
I feel both their cocks slide out, my pussy desperately trying to latch on and keep them inside
Then suddenly I'm full to bursting as they thrust back in at the same time, pleasure crashing over me
I scream their names as they move quickly, stroke after stroke, one of their heads hitting my spot each time
"God she's so good", Wooyoung groans
"Mmm...fuck, she's creaming our cocks so much. Never seen this much cream from her pussy before"
"Fuck, I wanna see", Wooyoung whines, although he's seen it plenty of times when their places are switched
Yeosang sits up slightly, his hands around my boobs squeezing, fingers pinching my nipples, adding to the bliss
His eyes are on mine, watching me with a smirk on his gorgeous face
While Wooyoung's hand is between Yeosang and I, rubbing my clit as they fuck me, driving me crazy
I'm aware that Wooyoung's other hand is squeezing my hip as he moans in my ear
As for me, one of my hands is gripping Yeosang's back, the other gripping Wooyoung's side, my nails buried in their skin as they fuck me like a rag doll
My head is in the clouds, I can't tell where they and I start, it's all just one big thing of pleasure
"Mmm baby's all fucked out", Yeosang laughs, their hips not stopping
"Yeah and her pussy is gonna cum. You feel how tighter she is?"
"Yeah, clenching so desperately. Such a good pussy for us"
"Such a good girl", Wooyoung agrees, "Is she scratching you up too?"
"Yeah. Feels good"
I hear their words but my brain isn't connecting that I'm scratching them
I'm too far gone to make sense of it right now
All I know is I'm gonna cum and it's going to be a massive orgasm
The thrust again and I lose all of my senses as wave after wave of ecstasy tidal waves over my body
I'm aware I'm screaming their names, I'm aware I'm squirting but I can't control anything, just ride the waves of utter bliss
"Yes good girl", Yeosang praises, his hand running in my hair, kissing my face, while Wooyoung kisses my neck
"Such a good princess", Wooyoung coos, "Feels so fucking good baby"
"Yeah, fuck I'm gonna cum", Yeosang groans
"Me too", Wooyoung moans
I feel both cocks move inside me then hot cum filling me and leaking out of my pussy
"Yes Joanne, fuck jagi", Yeosang groans
"Princess, Jo, mmmm....so good", Wooyoung whines
I feel so exhausted, my body sore as the pleasure fades
Yeosang kisses my lips softly, tells me he loves me, then pulls out and moves off me
Wooyoung whispers "I love you" in my ear, kisses my cheek then slips out from under me, laying me on the bed
I couldn't move if I wanted to
I need a few minutes to get the feeling back in my body
I feel a warm wet towel on my pussy, one of them cleaning the mess in my cunt while hands are on my thighs, massaging my achy muscles
After a few minutes, I feel like I'm able to move again
But before I do, I feel a wet tongue on my pussy, licking slowly up, rolling over my clit, zapping pleasure back into me
I know who it is without looking
But I gaze down away, seeing his warm brown eyes on mine as his tongue runs up and down my pussy
Seonghwa
He's huge on oral
Loves to eat me out as much as he can
Always does it before we have sex
Hell, even when we're not having sex, he just wants his mouth on me
And I'll take it every time
He is the king of oral and knows just what to do to get me seeing stars
"Hwannie", I whimper, moving my fingers in his soft black hair
"Tastes so good jagi", he murmurs, flicking my clit back and forth, "Love eating your pussy baby"
I smile at him, watching his tongue slide up and down, getting more turned on
He pushes his face more into my cunt, his tongue slipping inside, making me clench around it
"Fuck", he groans, lightly tongue fucking me, "So fucking good. Making me so hard baby"
"Mm Hwa, gonna fuck me too?", I ask, shivers running up my back, "Gonna give me your big fat cock too?"
"Yes", he moans, his mouth wrapping around my clit, sucking once, my body arching from just that one move, "Gonna make you cream on my face jagi. Cum all over my tongue. Then I'm gonna make you cum on my cock"
He sucks faster, the bliss increasing
"Gonna cum in my pussy Hwannie? Fill me with you cum?"
"Yes jagi, fuck yes", he whines, slurping desperately on my clit, his jaw moving so hypnotically with each move
My legs shake around his head, my breathing increasing as he gets me closer
God, the fucking mouth on this man is incredible
Sucking harshly, I'm thrown head first into a mind blowing orgasm, my body arching, incredible pleasure running through my veins, my mouth screaming his name uncontrollably
"Seonghwa! Seonghwa! Seonghwa!"
He sucks on me a few more times then slides his tongue down into my cunt, my pussy throbbing around it immediately
"Oh god yes Hwa", I cry, tears running down my face from the bliss
His tongue keeps moving as he swallows my cum, moaning how good I taste
After he cleans my pussy, he kisses up my body, my skin jumping with every press of his lips
He moves on top of me just as his lips press against mine, shivers running up my spine
He licks my lip, his tongue against mine, his mouth moving as he kisses me deeply
He moves my legs around his waist, his cock pushing in
As soon as his head is in, my pussy locks around him, squeezing tightly
He groans as he slips inside, forcing me open around his thick cock
I feel every inch slide in, my pussy becoming wetter and wetter, sucking his length inside
I move my arms around his back, holding him tightly, my body arching into his
He groans, his arm wrapping around my waist, keeping me against him as he bottoms out, his head right against my spot
He pulls back, tingles running through my body at the drag of his fat cock, my legs squeezing his waist tighter
He thrust in slow but deep, his cock plunging in my pussy, hitting my spot, pleasure crashing around me
He keeps his strokes deep, getting a perfect pace going, not too fast, not too slow
I'm soon in complete bliss, moaning in between kisses, gripping his back, my other hand sliding in the back of his hair, fingers tangling in the strands
"So good jagi", he murmurs, in between kisses, "You fit perfectly around my cock baby. Made for me"
I nod, moaning a yes, then kissing him again, wanting nothing but his lips against mine
His head rubs against my spot over and over, the pleasure building until I snap, crashing right into another orgasm, clinging onto him as I ride the bliss
"Hwa", I moan against his lips, a groan coming for him as he sheaths his cock inside me, throbbing wonderfully then shooting him cum in deep, "Hwannie"
"Jo fuck jagi", he whimpers, grinding into me as my pussy sucks his cock dry, "I love you"
"I love you Hwa"
He looks down at me, smiling softly, presses a kiss to my cheek,
Then he pulls out and moves off me, Mingi coming to stand at the edge of the bed, looking at me shyly
"Can you ride me aegi?"
"Of course baby", I smile, tugging his hand and getting him to lay down
I start to climb on him but he stops me
"Other way aegi"
I smirk, "Oh, you wanna watch my pussy fuck you?"
He bite his lips nodding
"Ok baby but first I want a kiss"
He smiles brightly, pulling me down to him, his lips against mine
The kiss turns desperate, our tongues playing with each others, his mouth constantly moving
"Please", he whispers against my lips, "Please, need you"
I run my fingers in his hair, smiling at him, "Anything for you baby"
I get on him in a reverse cowgirl position, leaning over on the bed, giving him a good view of my cunt
"Fuck aegi", he groans as I hold his cock in place so I can sit on it
My pussy is wet with juice and Seonghwa's cum so it's easier to get him in
I still push down hard because Mingi's cock is one of the biggest with Yunho's slightly bigger
But I still get him all in every time
I love feeling full of him, love feeling like he's in my stomach
"Oh god baby", he groans, as I slip him in, "Fuck, that tiny hole spreading so wide for my cock. So pretty. God I love how tight you are"
"Mmm yeah baby", I groan, sitting fully on his dick, rocking back and forth, using his head to rub my spot
"Yes, yes, yes", he cries, his hands squeezing my ass, his hips bucking up, keeping himself completely buried in my pussy
I change my movements, grinding on his cock, each pass of his head on my spot making me pulse down hard, feeling fucking amazing
"Jagi", I hear in front of me
I look up to find Yunho in front of me, his hand around his very hard cock, slit dripping cum, "It hurts baby. I need a little....can you-"
I nod, waving him closer, knowing exactly what he needs
He gets on the bed in front of me, my hand replacing his, my mouth around his fat head, licking and swallowing his cum
So good
I begin sucking softly, his pretty groans reaching my ears
"Baby", Mingi whines and I begin to bounce on his cock while sucking off Yunho
I've done this plenty of times before, so I had a lot of practice at coordinating movements
I slide slowly up Mingi's cock, purposely clenching his length as I do
When I get to his head, I surge down, taking him all in one shot, my ass hitting his legs with a loud smack
I repeat these movements, bliss running through my body, making sure my spot gets stimulated each bounce
At the same time, I suck more of Yunho's dick into my mouth, jerking off the rest of him in time to my sucking
"Yes jagi", Yunho groans, his hand in my hair, holding on, his face in pleasure as he watches me, his chest heaving
I decided to stop teasing him and push down his length, bottoming him out in my throat
"God jagi", he whines, my mouth sucking on him hard while I move on Mingi's cock, Mingi whimpering in pleasure behind me
Fuck, I love having two big hard cocks inside me, fucking both my pussy and throat open
I move my head back and forth, bobbing on Yunho's dick, while I bounce on Mingi, taking him deep inside me
As if they read each other's minds, Mingi starts thrusting up into my cunt as I come down, holding me in place as he fucks my pussy just as Yunho holds my head still and starts throat fucking me
Tears run down my eyes from the intense ecstasy, letting both of them use me how they want
And enjoying every second of it
The wet sound of my pussy taking Mingi's cock mixes with the wet sound of Yunho fucking my throat and it's so pornographic, turning me on more
My head gets fuzzy as I'm thoroughly fucked, each stroke of their cocks bringing me closer and closer
"Pussy's gonna cum", Mingi shouts, his hips moving faster, wrecking my hole
Both thrust in again, euphoria throwing me into an earth shattering orgasm
I scream on Yunho's cock, both of them fucking me through it, both yelling at how good I feel
My arms shake violently, almost giving out as my orgasm keeps going
Mingi's throbbing cock slams up, his cum filling me as he screams my name
Yunho's cock continues to pummel my throat, spit all over his cock, leaking onto the bed
"I'm gonna cum!", Yunho yells, "Wanna cum in her pussy!"
I'm pulled off Mingi, turned around, my face against Mingi's chest as Yunho shoves his thick cock in from behind me, splitting my hole wide open
He pounds in repeatedly, my cunt still sensitive from the orgasm Mingi gave me that it doesn't take long before I'm coming again on Yunho's cock, screaming in bliss against Mingi's skin, Mingi's fingers running in my hair
"Yes yes yes", he growls, thrusting in and coming inside me, "Joanne, jagi fuck, I love you"
I feel his cum leak out from my cunt as my pussy twitches around him
He finishes and pulls out, my body shaking slightly on it's own
Mingi kisses my cheek, whispering an "I love you" before he moves away, putting me on the bed
I'm laying face down on the bed, hands running up and down my back
"Jagi", Jongho says softly, "Can you handle more?"
Of course I can
I'm not stopping until all my guys are satisfied
I still have Jongho and Hongjoong left
I'm not leaving them out
"Yeah baby", I answer
"Stay just like this baby", he says, moving his arm around my waist, holding my ass up, "I'll take you this way so you can rest"
"Are you sure baby?"
"Yeas jagi. I got you"
I murmur in agreement, glad that I can at least lay down for now and save my energy
I know Hongjoong is gonna want me to ride him
It's his favorite position and I'll always give him, give them all what they want
Jongho likes it from behind so this is perfect for him
I feel his cock tight at my hole, going inside slowly
Chills run up my spine as he gets in, my pussy spasming on his dick, relishing the way he opens my cunt
Jongho is massively thick, almost too big for me and normally he has to push hard to get in
I'm just soaking wet and full of cum, making it easy for him to slip in
He pulls out slowly, pleasure sparking up my spine, tears falling down my face
He thrusts back inside slowly, making sure he bottoms out, going in so deep
"Jongho", I cry, each stroke so fucking good
I should be overstimulated but because I fuck them all regularly, I'm used to this many orgasms, this much pleasure
Jongho keeps his steady rhythm and I find myself moving back on him as he thrusts in, spreading my legs wider
His pelvis hits my ass over and over, the sound washing over me
"Fuck your pussy is so wet baby. Such a big fucking mess in there", he groans, "Gonna let me leave a mess in there too?"
"Yes Jonghie, want your mess in my pussy", I whine, my fingers twisting in the sheets, "Fuck want it so bad"
Him and I move together, his fingers sliding down to my clit, rubbing and sending me head first into my orgasm, squirting all over him
"Fff...fuck Jo!", he cries, shoving his cock in, coming in my cunt, feeling so good
When we finish, he pulls out, turning me on my back, leaning down, his soft lips against mine in a hard but sweet kiss
"I love you", he tells me
"I love you too Jonghie", I smile tiredly
He kisses my forehead, then moves off the bed
I lift my head looking for Hongjoong
"I'm here jagi", he says softly, sitting next to me, "It's ok baby, we don't have to. I know you're tired"
Not tired enough to stop
"No baby", I answer, sitting up
"Baby it's ok", he repeats
I shake my head, getting in his lap, facing him, cupping his cheek, tilting his head back, his gorgeous brown eyes on mine
"I need you Joongie", I tell him, then press my lips to his, "I need my captain"
He kisses me like he can't get enough, his tongue against mine, arms wrapped around my body, fingers tangling in my hair
As I kiss him, I sink down on his dick, my hole stretching for him
His breath hitches as he stops kissing me, moaning in my mouth but keeping his lips against mine
I bounce on his dick, his hands sliding down my back, gripping my ass as I ride him
My mind is completely shutting off as I get fucked out on his cock
He's so hard, having to sit, wait and watch the other guys with me
He has the patience of a saint
I keep my arms around his neck, fingers buried in his hair, both of us breathing hard against each other's lips, his cock expertly fucking me open, his fat head against my spot again and again
My legs burn from riding and being open for so long but I'm not stopping
He feels too good and he deserves this
"Jjjj...jagi ..can you ..", he trails off
"Yeah baby", I agree, "Lay back for me"
He moves back on his elbows, his head tilted back, his neck exposed to me
Leaning forward, I press a kiss to his beauty mark that I love, then sit back up
Increasing my speed, I ride him hard, my hand moving around his neck
Squeezing his neck, his body stiffens, shaking under me as I cut his air off
I make sure I slam my cunt down on him hard and fast, grinding on his cock when I take him back in
Letting go of his neck, he breathes in, whining that it feels good
I choke him again, watching him get closer
Letting him breathe, he opens his eyes, tears falling down his beautiful face
Tears of my own fall because of the pleasure he's giving me, his cock throbbing so fast, hard and pleasurably inside me
His hand moves to my clit, rubbing softly, my pussy gripping his cock in a vice grip, completely soaking him, the ecstasy increasing
"Jagi", he sobs, his body shaking under me, "Please jagi"
"Cum for me Joongie", I whisper, choking him again, bouncing and sending him into his orgasm
I watch him fall apart under me, the sight so gorgeous as he pumps my pussy full of cum
He's still rubbing my clit and that stimulation plus feeling him fill me makes me snap
I cry out his name, sobbing hard as I climax around his cock for the last time tonight
Letting go of his neck, his scream of my name shatters the silence, his arm snaking around my waist, pulling me against him as he lays down
I bury my face in his neck, staying on top of him, both of us crying as the ecstasy slowly leaves us
Cuddling into him, I close my eyes, both of us staying still as we try to catch our breath
My body is dead weight and I can't move at all
I'm exhausted
"I love you jagi", he whispers
"I love you Joongie"
"Stay with me?", he asks
"Yeah baby", I agree, wanting to stay in his arms
"She'll sleep here with me tonight", Hongjoong says tiredly, holding me tightly against him
"Really?", Yeosang whines
"Yeah", Hongjoong answers, "She can't get up right now. She's exhausted. And I'm already holding her. I'm not giving her up tonight. I want to stay with her"
I smile against his neck, giving him a soft peck
"Fine but she's with me tomorrow", Yunho says
"Then me", Yeosang calls
The rest of them call a day for me to sleep with them, a smile forming on my face from how much they want me
Showing me I mean more to them than just sex
It gives me a warm joyful feeling inside
"Ok shoo", Hongjoong says after the schedule is made, "Come say good night to her
"There's food on the table if she's hungry", Seonghwa tells Hongjoong
"And water and Gatorade", Mingi says, "In the fridge"
"Ok", Hongjoong answers
"Night jagi", Seonghwa says, coming over and kissing my lips softly, "I love you"
"I love you Hwa. Night"
"Good night naekkeo. I love you", San coos, kissing my cheek, then my lips
"Night Sannie and I love you"
One by one they all come to say good night, tell me they love me and kiss me
And I tell each one of them I love them because I do
My heart has enough room for all of them and I can't live without any of them
The rest of the guys leave and after a few minutes, Hongjoong sits up with me in his lap
He reaches for the phone and dials
"Hi, yeah can you come and change the sheets, blankets and pillows? My dumb friends spilled alcohol all over it. I'm gonna take a shower so you guys can just come in. Thanks"
He's smart
He hangs up the phone, then stands up with me
We go into the bathroom and he turns the water on in the bathtub
"What are you doing Joongie"
"Taking care of my jagi"
"You don't have to baby"
He really doesn't
None of them have to but they all take turns with aftercare
From getting me food, to cleaning me up, to showering or taking a bath with me, each one of them has taken care of me more than once from the first time I slept with them
And when they're exhausted, either from sex or from their work, I take care of them
"Of course I do", he says softly, "I love you jagi, I want to take care of you"
"I love you too Joongie", I smile
He smiles his gorgeous smile, taking my breath away
He tucks hair behind my ear, saying, "Besides, the people are coming to change the bedding and you need a hot bath to relax in"
"You're staying with me right?"
He nods, "Of course baby"
When the rub is full, Hongjoong gets both of us in the tub, me sitting in-between his legs and laying back on him
He leans my head back on his shoulder, kissing my neck, his hands massaging my shoulders
It feels so good against my achy muscles
He makes sure to massage my arms and my legs too, making my muscles looser
Then he just holds me, his arms around my waist, his head leaning against mine
It's so comfortable, his strong arms feeling so good around me
I don't know how long we stay in the bath for but when we get out the water is cold
We heard the staff come in and change the sheets so we can go to sleep now
Hongjoong dries me off then carries me back into the room, laying me in the bed
He turns off all the lights, then gets into bed beside me, pulling the blanket around us
His arm wraps around me as I lay my head on his shoulder, my face against his neck, our legs tangled, cuddling into each other
"Night jagi", he murmurs, kissing my forehead, "I love you"
"I love you", I answer, kissing his jaw, "Night baby"
Closing my eyes, I drift off to sleep in my captain's arms
#ateez fanfic#ateez smut#seonghwa smut#hongjoong smut#wooyoung smut#jongho smut#mingi smut#yeosang smut#san smut#yunho smut#park seonghwa smut#kim hongjoong smut#jeong yunho smut#kang yeosang smut#choi san smut#song mingi smut#jung wooyoung smut#choi jongho smut#ateez seonghwa smut#ateez hongjoong smut#ateez yunho smut#ateez yeosang smut#ateez san smut#ateez mingi smut#ateez wooyoung smut#ateez jongho smut
82 notes
·
View notes
Text
Ateez 'n free use (+ somno)
Everything has been consentually talked about beforehand, in passing and seriously !! Mwuah. Lots of smut under the cut. barking. foaming at the mouth.
"Hi love bug 💗 I wanted your thoughts and opinions on ateez with somno / free use heheh" —ask @hhoneylix (my lovely pookie bear) 7.2K WC OF FILTH.
───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────
In a free-use fantasy, partners can have sex with each other whenever they want, no holds barred. Somnophilia refers to the interest in having sex with a sleeping person.
───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────
Wooyoung. It doesn't take much convincing for him to agree, even the words would have him nodding eagerly. He doesn't even question the trust you two have cause you're both in sync like that, maybe he hands his heart out to you on a platter, despite his own head telling him he could end up with it broken (he doesn't care cause he knows he loves you to the moon and back). But if you are just as agreeing as him it'll have his heart soaring. He definitely uses you most days, happily too. He'll tease you; not letting you cum as he gets himself off. But it doesn't last for long when he's between your thighs a minute later. Over and over again and throughout the day. Teasing you so you'll find a reason to ruin him for the evening.
When you both first started, I can see his eyes flashing with everything he'll want to do or want you to do to him. When he realizes you're not saying it as a joke anymore (like you have done before), he completely folds, he's just a whole sub for the first day you guys try it out, whether a bratty one or a good one, he cries for it either way. He gets himself worked up the entire day because it caught him off guard, so whenever he thinks about anything you're doing, calling his name- specifically the nickname you use for him- god, he's throbbing. Telling him to pick up his mess that he left like some guy who can't clean up after himself with your mad tone that reminds him of how you fuck him up when he's being a brat. He'll most likely hide away during practice to try and jerk off (knowing him, he probably also sent you an audio message of it to see if you'll be the first to cave and just brutally use him) but it's just not working :( he gets so frustrated, on the edge of being mean because he's so horny. He snaps his tone, and his attitude sours into something whiny and needy.
He gets borderline bratty when he's so horny. So, at some point, when you're doing your skincare, he pushes at your lower back to bend you over the counter just the slightest, his hands sliding to your hips when he comes to grind his erection against you, a shuddered sigh falling from his lips. His head falls over your shoulder blade. "need this, please, 'm gonna make you feel good too, just want to be inside so bad" he'd mumble as he wiggled your pants down, giving you the opportunity to stop if you'd like. He wouldn't waste a second to jerk his dick out of his own pants and line up to your core. He notices you're also wet, so you've probably thought about this as much as he has all day. You truly don't know how much that drives him crazy. And knowing that you're always ready for him has him driving his cock all the way in you.
Only stilling for you to adjust to his stinging size. But he doesn't sit there for long because he's trembling with his hands placed on either side of you, his hips grinding your ass forward cause of his pelvis. It really doesn't take long for him to cum, especially if you're telling him how needy he is. How he can't even wait til you're done to fuck. "n-no, don't move, please- ill be quick- let me cum-" He whimpers and agrees with everything you say. "You're right- you're always right- fuck I'm addicted to you- I'm your whore- oh god-" lost in the way you feel around him as he drives his hips all the way to meet yours in sloppy liquidy slaps. His hands grip the counter around your stomach tightly, his fingers turning white from the grip, caging you against it. His eyes clenched close every so often, strangled gasps choked from his throat. He paints your walls with his cum, slumping over your back and shaking ever so lightly in the afterglow. You don't get to cum because he already did before you. He verbalized that when he tried to rub circles over your neglected nerve bundle. You swipe his hand away, going on to wash your own and continue your skincare, even with him still inside. He loudly whimpers, knowing he's in for a long night for every rule he's broken today. :((( he's sorry!(no he's not)
When you brutally and completely obliterate him later, tied to the bed and shaking after every edge or orgasm he has. You finish him with an unhealthy amount of kisses to his face and aftercare that has him cuddled up on your stomach, his face digging into your side. He falls asleep like that. It's really no for long when he wakes up, jolted from a pleasant and not very wholesome dream. Your hand is already stroking him over his shorts, cupping and pushing against his hard on that's imprinted and leaning against your hip from where he's halfway thrown over you. “Are you awake now? So needy woo, even when you're asleep, trying to hump me like a pillow” he whimpers when you laugh at him, pushing his thighs apart for more friction and shoving his face back into your chest. “Come on baby, you want to cum again? So early?” your hand stops for just a second, enough for his teary and tired eyes to blink up at you. Your hand slipping past his waistband and jerking his sticky tip. He's loud and definitely more affected like this. Choking on a sob when your nails scrape against his length and veins. He cums with a guttural choking gasp, jerking forward to stimulate himself the rest of the way with your palm. Staining his shorts with semen. He's definitely fucking you when he wakes up later. Even if you're still in deep sleep. Two can play that game.
Mingi. Oh. Oh! It takes a good hard minute for it to click. He loves it, though. Of course, he trusts you (a little too much), and he'll shyly ask if you trust him as much too (and you do!). It also doesn't take much convincing for him. He gets so turned on from the idea. Just imagining being able to get off whenever you're around. You might actually be fucking more often because of it. Like, every day. His libido is crazy. But what drives his will is the idea of being buried balls deep in you. And with somno??? Oh lord.
You're asleep when he comes home from practice, and he just really wanted you. Even when he tried to wake you up with a gentle pat to your shoulder, you don't even greet him. Turning over away from him. He knows you're not ignoring him on purpose, too tired to respond to the outside world in your head. He didn't think about using you in your sleep until he was choking on a cup of cold water. Remembering the conversation you had on the phone earlier. “Yknow mingi, if I'm ever asleep when you get home, I don't mind”.
He's slipping himself between your legs on the bed, carefully. Of course, he notices when the only thing you're wearing is his shirt and underwear. Watching you sleep on your stomach with a pillow propped under your chest comfortably and your arm shoved under the pillow where your head lays. Missing the way his body would be next to yours even in your unconscious state. He'd coo internally, pushing your thigh up so it's leaning up on the bed some more, your core and ass sticking out from the angle through the tight fabric of your underwear. He'd slip his fingers into you, pushing the thin fabric aside, working you open with quick and gentle scissoring motions. He'd praise you with his own tiny breaths when you clenched around the digits. Watching your face scrunch up from the feeling. Your head digging into the pillow some more and pushing back against his hand that's rubbing against your cunt. He knows your cue and clumsily pulls his fingers out before you can cum, whimpering in your sleep.
“Shh, im putting it in now princess, don't worry” he'd kiss your neck, leaning over you. Ready to please with something bigger and more fulfilling. His knees placed on eitherside of your hips just as he pulls his pants down. He lines his tip, holding your panties aside so he can slip in comfortably. It's so easy when you're relaxed. So pliable around his big cock when he sinks in, his hands gripping your lower hips. And holy fuck. Mingi is definitely doing this again. His eyes cloud as you swallow him in, every inch being lubed up easily. He sets a slow pace, pushing you further up the mattress with his bigger body that cages over your own soft and completely willful one. His hips rock forward, every so often to pull all the way back until his tip is around your ring and just slide in. He groans under his breath, quiet in the night. Your own sounds are whimpered and small due to the pillow in your face. Your face scrunches, and mingi feels you stirring, moving in your sleep as you begin to wake up. “Hey sleeping beauty” he shushes, leaning over you to prop his hands on either side of your head instead, making sure he doesn’t slip out. “‘m just using you like you told me to” he would sigh into his words, stuttering every so often when he bottoms out again and again, his hips dig and prod so good, burying to the hilt and pushing his tip into your cervix. “Perfect pussy, was made for me..” he groans, fingers digging hard into the sheets. “mingi..” You finally whisper, driving his heart rate higher, he hums to answer you, thrusting his hips down quicker.
Groaning at your walls fluttering. You're cumming with a shudder, pushing your ass back against his thrusts. “mingi-” you heave, shoving your face into the pillow. With a few extra sloppy thrusts, mingi stills with himself buried to the hilt inside you. It pools deep inside you, leaving you warm and sticky and oh so full. “Taking it soooo good, just like that..” he praises, soft breaths fanning against your face. He slips himself out to lay beside you, just to lay down for a bit. Your eye peaks open, meeting his sweaty face. “Hi, I missed you,” he chuckles.
San. He's so excited and so ready for it whenever, just nodding along and mutually agreeing on the topic. He'll want to know you're fully in it, even going out of his way for consent first at the start of the day. Like, always asking for consent even if you tell him to just use you already. Trust is easy when it's always consented beforehand. He loves you a lot, wouldn't even debate with you on the subject of who loves who more. And it isn't even a question when he trusts you blindly all the time.
He wants you to initiate that first time, so when you pull him out of the room as soon as he's off stage, he knows the way your feet stomp, n the way you grip his wrist in your hands. He bows his head at everyone who passes, all of them seemingly put off by your behavior. But it doesn't matter cause san is about to get high off of you. His face in shoved into your core the minute his knees hit the floor of the bathroom, his pants creasing, he's still sweaty from performing on stage, but who gives a fuck when your leg is thrown over his shoulder. Pussy drinker !!! He swallows so hard and his tongue licks everything up, throat vibrating when he moans over your clit. You're tugging his hair and his scalp burns in the best way. You cum shortly after, and he devours it all. Pushing him into leaning against the wall so you can slot to your own knees and drop his pants, his buckle cluttering against the floor. His head gets thrown against the wall when you take him in your mouth, he palms your head but doesn't dare to grip it. The pace you set on his cock is yours to control and yours alone. He moans airily, thrusting his cock down your throat, I can see san preferring head to be messy, especially when you go down on him. So make those nasty gargling sounds and slurp him like you're thirsty. “Y-ah- you couldn't wait?” He asks through a moan, hands wrapping around to pull your hair out of your face. Ever the gentleman as he plunges his pulsing tip down your sloppy mouth. You hum around him, as if that's an answer. He cries, “oh- just like that- ugh” you hum again, he thrusts hard, cumming just as harshly. You swallow everything and more, overstimulating him when your cheeks hollow as you pull off him with a pop. He's pulling you up to sloppily make out. You stop him, finger over his lips when he chases you. “We have to get back baby, I can't be late.”
n somno? He's the one to initiate it. He's coming back to your shared hotel room after doing a live. Exhausted and just wanting to cuddle. The first thing he hears when he moves into the bed next to you is you calling his name, hand reaching around for him. “San?” You whisper. He heeds your call with a kiss on your cheek. Intertwining your wandering hand with his. “I'm here baby” You turn over your side, humming with content when you fall back to dreamland. Something about you calling him, just needing to feel his hand over you, god, it's ridiculous, but he's hard. He tries to breathe, to ward the boner away. But you look so pretty in those shorts, and your top is so silky falling off your shoulder like that.
And soon enough he's giving into his desires and working his cock with his hand that isn't in yours. Tugging himself off and hiding his noises, it's not enough, of course not, cause it's not your pussy, he's just not in it, even when he spits in his hand and uses his precum. He can't even focus, turning you over to lay flat on your back, his hand slipping from yours. You stir, just slightly, eye peaking open to look down at him over your waist, he holds himself just above you, pecking the skin where the shirt rid up on your tummy. He kisses your hip that's free of the cloth on it, trailing kisses everywhere. “Can I pretty? Can I please have you right now?” he whispers so sweetly. You nod, despite still being groggy. “let me sleep still okay?”. You don't have to tell him twice, he kisses just under the swell of your stomach, appreciatively, dipping his hands into your shorts and undies to pull them off in one go. “Just let me do it all, don't worry your pretty head about anything” Pussy drinker !!!! His face is buried inside you, grinding his cock against the white sheets, you hum and moan quietly, urging him on.
He brushes his nose against your clit and indulges himself on working you with his tongue and his fingers, praising you through breaths when you come to the edge, he lets you cum with a gaspy call of his name, encouraging your thighs to almost suffocate him when he laps up your juices. He crawls up to you with one more appreciative kiss against your clit, pushing his cock in with ease, neglected and so red :( he practically falls apart above you. Snapping his hips a couple of times to be as close to you, pushing himself to cum from all the strain he's been putting his poor cock through. He pants when he cums, your name falling off his tongue like a sinatry, all the while you hardly stir, eyebrows scrunching at the warmth of his load gathering in your cunt. You're so warm, he falls atop you with a sigh, stilling inside. You're both definitely going for a second round, cause he woke you up and now he's the sleepy one.
Seonghwa. Oh! Okay! Oh god. He loves the idea, although a little nervous at first, all mutual agreements might end up with you both already going through a list of things that is completely fine. Would want to know everything you don't like and do like beforehand. He's so happy to know you trust him, although it took a hard time for him to open up to you, he's completely and wholeheartedly in it as soon as he knows, communication is the first thing with him and then trust. It's very sweet for a while until you guys actually get to doing it.
Uhm, I also see him as a pussy drinker, sorry not sorry. He wants to be buried in you all the time. But it isn't until you're propped up on the couch, the tv playing in the distance, he's been needy for affection lately and maybe you haven't noticed it as much, he shifts against your hip, head leaning over your shoulder, watching your eyes slump close and flutter from his breath on your cheek. For a second you think he's getting up when he slips down the couch, but the next he's throwing your legs over his shoulder and tossing your pants. When did that happen? “Go on love, keep sleeping, don't mind me” you do mind. A lot. He kisses your inner thigh. Even as he pushes his hair behind his ears softly and sticks his tongue out to lick along your entirety. You buck as he swirls your little bud, sucking on it. His eyes are closed in bliss, hands gripping your thighs so tightly.
He eats you out like a man enjoying a five course meal, knowing every sweet spot that has you seeing stars, even without his fingers you cum with his name on your lips, but he keeps going, nosing your thigh before he's diving back in. He has you there in mere minutes again, you can't even focus on the dream you were just in. I can see seonghwa with his head buried in your thighs for hours with a few breaks in between that has you thinking he's done(he is not) trying out every little thing he thinks of, how quickly he can get you there and how easily you come undone if he just puts even his fingertips in. He teases you with his words and edges you on. Every so often if you're just doing something casual, he'll stick his hands down your pants and make you cum on his fingers. “That was a good one love, you sounded so pretty” you hate him. But it's no different when you straddle his waist when he's laying on the bed, his own phone in his hands.
He greets you gently, it's really innocent at first cause you're touchy and seonghwa loves it when you're touchy. When he notices your hips are wiggling back and forth over his lap, he places his phone to the side to watch you, you're just,,, just there. Hovering above him, he can feel the heat of your body over his own, your head on his chest as you pretend to relax with him. He knows what you're doing, and he lets you, his cock stirring in his silky pants at the thought of being inside you. Your finger scraps against the hem of his pants, he moans quietly. You pull him out of his slacks and pump him the rest of the way to make him fully erect, his hand lulled to the side as his phone continues to play the video he was once watching. You pump him slowly, watching his tip pebble with sticky white drops. He watches you come up to hover your hips above him, lifting your oversized shirt to the side. It's then he realizes you're not in anything other than the shirt. His lip perked up into a smirk, it's quickly wiped away when you sink down on him. His mouth falling agape. Screw his phone, it's already gone, across the bed. His hands guide your hips in lazy swirls, pretty moans falling from his mouth. His eyebrows furrow and he's just so pretty as you lifts your hips and drill them down on him, cutting off his moans every time you do so. His fingertips dig into your waist, pleading for you to keep going and helping you out when you slow down. Taking it at your own pace until he swings you forward and thrusts up into you.
It's you using him, but he needs to be buried to the hilt the entire time. “Keep going- mm” His cock throbbing against your insides and hitting so deep cause he's so long. He can get loud but it's mostly breathy moans. When he cums- and it's inevitable- he's crying from the overstimulation of you continuing to hug his cock in your cunt. He watches you swirl your hips forward to chase your own orgasm, pleading for you. “S’too much please please- cum on my cock- need it so bad” Not to stop, but to get there with him as he sputters with tears down his cheeks from how good he feels. You cum quietly, falling over his chest and leaving yourself buried in his neck, he whimpers. Your hips continuing to swirl. He grips them, stopping them so he can get some relief. When he's softening inside you, he kisses your head gently. Picking up his phone to continue scrolling.
Hongjoong. Again! He loves the idea. It doesn't take any convincing. He might be the one to bring it up first. It'll start off with free use and gradually get to talking about the somno part. He'll tell you he wants to know your thoughts before he voices his own, just so he isn't pressuring you into it. He buzzes with excitement and also just so much love. He's always wanted you both to feel comfortable enough to get to this part of your relationship. And when it finally comes up, he just uses and abuses it after the initial agreement. God. He loves knowing you trust him to do it to you whenever, and he vocally tells you he loves the idea of you using him when you feel like it. Despite being shy with how he says it. It doesn't take much time for him to fall completely for you and trust you with his entire being.
I see him using you all the time. Whenever he can get his sneaky fingers around your hips and dig his boner into you. Casually talking about his day when you're standing at the kitchen counter, well- he's already pulling your dress up and slotting your underwear down in a swoop. His nimble fingers slotting into you quickly. “What was that? Go on angel” he'll want you to talk through it, telling him about your day through whimpers and stuttering. “n then she- oh god joong just like that-” you’d end up a mess, and he hums, encouraging your words. Pulls out just as you're about to cum. And then he kisses your cheek and pulls your underwear back up. he's the worse. Ugh. You'll have to be the first to fuck him up. He's talking as he drives, a quiet tone to his voice in the peace and quiet, completely oblivious to the heat in your eyes. He stares at the road and practically jumps when you lean over into his lap, his hand goes to hold your head, on instinct.
“Bab-” you're pulling his zipper down. oh! Oh!!! OHOHO. He quirks in your grasp, cock springing to life the quicker you jerk him off. When you spit on his length that's when he moans lowly, you slap his thigh. And he jolts. “Pay attention to the road.” Fuck him up!!! Despite reaching that edge with only a few short tugs and your painted lips swirling over his tip lightly, he doesn't cum at all cause you're already at the destined location. He hates it, he drove as slow as he could and yet he still didn't cum in your pretty mouth :( Grumbled whines under his breath as he shoves himself back into his jeans. The fabric hurts. And you're smirking at him like the devil. You're playing a dangerous game. And when he gets you alone in a house full of people you know, he's got you crying, pretty mascara running down your face and throating his length until your nose brushes against him.
“hngh- You did this to yourself angel” He clicks his tongue, head thrown back against the door. It's lewd and it's definitely free use for him when he uses your head to jerk himself off on your tongue. He takes a good solid time getting there, shoving his load down your throat and pulling out enough to watch the rest spurt over your lips. Swipes it off with his thumb and puts it back in your mouth. “suck,” if by chance he's sleeping or resting, which is rare. You won't be the one to do it to him often, on the other hand he'll want you to. But he definitely won't make you. So one day when you've had it rough, just tug his sweats down with his back resting against the bed, a soft edge to his face when he sleeps. pillow slotted under his grasp and head thrown to the side. Oops, he's already hard. Morning wood. Or was he just having a nice dream? You're already on him in seconds, bottoming him inside til your pelvis meets his. His eyebrows furrow and his breathing picks up. Gasps falling out of his parted mouth, his hands twitch every so often when you call his name quietly. As if he can hear you in his dreams. Your name is the only thing he says every so often, jumbled and under his breath when he moans prettily.
Whenever he twitches too much inside you, and his face scrunches you stop so he can't cum just yet. He'll whimper and whine, throwing his head back and around. His hand comes to rub his face and then fall back to his side, right next to your knees. You swirl your hips against and practically write your name on his dick. He'll stir the second time you edge him, waking him up to one of the best sights. “Ah. m- fuck- cumming” he whimpers, pistoning his hips up to meet yours, he continues to do so even when he cums, load splattering against the sheets when it pools out of you, he tells you to keep going, encourages it too. Sloppy the whole time, overstimulating himself so he's hard again, throbbing and moaning loudly, his cheat shuddering with every breath he takes. When you cum he's pulling you down to shove his tongue down your throat, catching every sound and vocal cue with his fingers rubbing against your clit. He overstimulates you in the process too.
Yunho. Might genuinely take a couple of times to talk about it more than once. He just wants to know you're the one completely fine with it. (cause he is!) He'll work his way up to it, sleepy sex and telling you he'll handle it the whole time. And when he feels the need to be buried in you, he'll always ask beforehand, tell him he doesn't even need to ask, cause he always will. He trusts you with his heart, so of course, he trusts you completely when it comes to sex. You both are completely in tune.
It's mostly casual when it happens. It usually starts because you're in a position he likes, letting his imagination go on for a bit, you're on your tummy on the couch, feet kicking behind you and typing away at your phone. He could feel like a perv for the way he's looking at you, oblivious to his growing hard-on. But he can't help it when he crawls over you to lay on your back, his dick pressing into you through his sweats. You go to question him. He smiles shyly. “Nothing baby, just want to be close to you” yeah uh huh sure bud. It's fine for a couple of seconds until his hips move, and he's sighing in your ear. You just let him get himself off, typing away. Ignorant to the way it's just not working for him, he slips your shorts down, and you only slightly help with lifting your hips. He'll immediately go at it, kissing your shoulder and neck, appreciation on his tongue when he tells you he'll be quick. He slips himself out and bottoms inside with ease. The stretch is perfect.
Yunho has a big cock but you take it like a champ, he always has you prepped for him too. It's just so easy to slip into you. His hand snakes under your waist to pinch your clit, you jolt away from the sensation, dropping your phone. It slides too far from your reach. It's not long of yunho's soft pace before you moan at him to go faster. Through a gaspy groan he laughs, his large palm holding him up on the arm of the couch and the other spreading your thigh farther open for him to watch you suck him inside. His pace quickens, it's enough for you to feel satisfied, throwing your hips back to meet him. The slapping noises are lewd, consuming the entire living room with just you two. Yunho is just big in general, so the tiny couch(that needs to be replaced) hardly holds his size. He's using his foot to push himself harder into you, his knee bending the couch harshly. Soft grunts and heavy pants coming from his chest, it reverbs off your back, although he's leaning over you he's still close.
His other hand circling your clit and swirling the bundle. You cum with a guttural whimper, his name quiet on your tongue. “gonna fill you up real good baby,” he smirks through his words. “You're gonna keep it in, yeah?” You nod your head, whining from the sensitivity. Yunho cums with your name chanting off his lips, hips stuttering above you. If you do use him while he's sleeping he's more likely to move with you, meeting your hips as he ruts in his sleep. Eyebrows pulled taunt and mouth agape. He lets out the prettiest groans. He cums with one final loud moan, fisting the sheets, and completely and wholeheartedly falls back into sleep. It's like he didn't wake up at all, and he didn't! Make sure you clean him up tho. Carefully. I see him using you more than you using him, only on occasion though. When he's sleepy and just wants to feel you around his cock. So hard he can't take the strain anymore, he throws your thighs over his lap, already pantsless both of you. Your sleepy body leaning into his warmth.
He kisses your calve, propping both of your legs over his shoulder before he's sliding in. He's already prepped you with his fingers. He's a bit more quiet then, focus on just having his way with you(because you let him) but also to see you unravel with him with no filter or anything blocking you from letting it all show on your face? He really likes it, like. Really. Likes it. His sloppy hips are more likely to make you wake up, or the stretch in your legs as you're bent over him, sandwiched between him and the bed, his thumb drawing figure eights on your clit to reach you there faster. Your whine is scratchy, signaling you're close. He'll coax you with words even if you can't hear him “go on baby, cream around me” He groans right in your ear when you tip, hands reaching out to hold him close because you've suddenly woken up to your legs shaking and an orgasm wracking your body. Yunho often cums with you and this time is no different, he's stilling with his chest shaking from his breathing. Curling his hips forward so he's all the way in. Keeping you full with his essence.
Yeosang. It takes sooo many words of affirmation for him to even think about it. He's just a bit too scared of the idea of you not being in the mood or enjoying it. He puts your pleasure before his all the time and when you tell him to just use you to his heart's content he just really can't :((( baby just wants you to be in it as much as he is. He wants to know his pretty baby is feeling as good as he is, and eventually, he'll tell you that himself when you bring it up again. You're free to use him whenever !!! He'll always be prepared and ready for you. He gets turned on by you, even mentioning you want him in that way. (He loves being the one you want even if the situation isn't sexual), so when you tell him to imagine, you're always wanting him (and you do). His thoughts on it will shift.
Once again, he doesn't act it out much when it comes to free use. On the other hand, I could see him turning over in his sleep, waking up from a sweaty dream. He can't get the thoughts of dream-you out of his head, so he does what you've recommended you both do before, kissing your shoulder to see if you'll wake. You don't, and so he goes on, trailing them down your collar before he's at the hem of your shirt. He's slipping himself under it. Sucks on your boobs while he jerks himself off :( I don't really see yeosang using your cunt as you sleep; he prefers to see his pretty baby up close to see your eyes flutter. But maybe on a special occasion if he really really REALLY wants you, he'll push you to your side so your back is pressed against his chest, pulling your shorts and undies down enough to push his cockhead in. He sighs so prettily and makes sure you don't show any discomfort from the stretch, his pace is slow and sleepy, just trying to get there from a few thrusts in your warm and wet hole.
He'll use his fingers to rub soothing circles around your clit. Paying special attention to the way your body reacts cause you can't really use your words. When it comes to sex like this he's quiet. Not very vocal cause he's so focused on driving his hips in and out of you. His length soothing in its pace against your cervix. Your eyes flutter when you feel the heat of needing to cum, waking up in the movement of yeosangs thighs against your ass. “Yeo-” you cry quietly, cumming tightly, the fluttering around his length has him airily groaning, your hand reaching to hold his that's kept on your waist to hold you close. He hums, broken and short and breathy. Before he's speeding up his messy pace and cumming inside. He stills and doesn't bother moving for a good minute, even as you turn your head to pepper kisses on his temple, his face shoved into your neck. Genuinely could see him almost falling asleep like that, buried inside you and completely comfortable. But as soon as he feels you wiggling he'll get to cleaning up. Also the type to just let you use him whenever you want too, he'll gladly just sit back and let you.
He'll be on the couch with his phone in hand, probably in one of the many dressing rooms waiting for the rest of the guys to get back. You drop to your knees in front of him and he immediately fumbles, eyes dashing to the door. “I locked it, don't worry” you pull the zipper of his brand new pants down, the leather straining against his thighs. His cock throbbing in your tight grasp, pumping him to stand full. He'll throw his head back against the couch and bite his lip to hold his moans when your mouth wraps around him. Getting him there quicker than he can proudly say, he'll whimper and hold his own hips down. Noticing every sound and how loud it seems to him. He'll hold your head, gently, following you with it against the back of it. Your pace is rough and brutal, getting him off with sticky noises and humming against his tip. He might actually start whimpering through his bruised lips.
“Sl-slow down-nng” oh my god he feels a bit bad when his hips thrust up against your throat. Eyes scrunching with pleasure, his hips don't know whether or not to pull away or to keep drilling up into you. So he's squirming on the couch, little sounds escaping here and there when you swallow around him. He warns you when he's about to cum, his hips driving away from you and digging into the couch. His hand fisting against the back of your neck shakily. Your name is the last thing he says before he's seeing stars and shooting his load on your tongue, if you swallow it up greedily he will definitely start shaking from the stimulus. “Jagi- ah.” His hand curls, your lips popping off him. He completely deflates on the couch. You'll have to do the cleaning up, be gentle though he gets really sensitive.
Jongho. It really is about trust with him. It will take a lot and so long before you guys even get to that part. Trusting you completely will be the most fragile part of it, jongho doesn't necessarily wear his heart on his sleeve so when he gets into it with you, he really has to think about it on his own for a good couple of days. So when he comes around and brings it up again, you tell him he doesn't have to agree for your sake. But he genuinely is agreeing because he loves you, and he's beginning to love the idea of being used by you when you need him. He just always wants to provide in every way possible. He'll only want to use you on the most stressful of days, though.
His cock is there for you to use and abuse to your content. He won't verbally say it (ever) but you know he finds a certain love for you using him so much. He'll be resting with his head on the couch and his body completely relaxed, drifting away in his own head. He'll immediately wake up to you leaning on his lap. He's no fun for somno, he wakes too easily especially if he feels you on his lap or anywhere near his dick. He'll paw at your hips and sigh knowingly. Eyes still closed and just the hint of a grin on his lips. “Right now?” He'll tease, his sleepy voice just ugh, and the little chuckle he does. Slide down his shorts and help him shuffle them down a bit, he'll help with pumping himself a bit so you can shuffle your own clothing off. Just slow strokes to his growing cock, he shudders when you line him up and use his tip to drag through your folds. Might even get impatient with the way his hips buck. But when you sink down his eyes are slowly opening to watch your joint area. Swirling your waist back and forth on his lap.
He's not very helpful this way; you're the one who woke him from his nap and now you should be the one to get you both off. You're cumming before he is, hips stilling and falling on his chest. He clicks his tongue, a short amount of teasing coming from his chest. His hips stutter, pushing you back down with his strength. He cums shortly after. Just buzzing with domesticity, he'll just be happy to stay like that for a while, but the liquids dripping along his body just won't do for him. You're the one cleaning up cause you initiated it ! Sorry not sorry. If it's a long day and jongho is just coming home, his body is heavy and his head pulsing with a growing headache from the amount of things memorized. You'll be the first thing on his mind, being close to you always blows off steam but he will debate on whether or not he'll want to wake you up or just go on ahead.
So he takes the easier option. Cooing at you gently when you sigh softly, he's positioned right by your butt as you're turned on your side. You’ve definitely fallen asleep from waiting on him. You'll call his name softly, propping your head up to look at him. “Shh, just relax and let me do all of it for you, turn your pretty head off for me” he kisses your lips so sweetly, just a short peck and you're already turning your head back into the pillow he brought from the bedroom, body sighing and falling back. Preps you with his hands and fingers, gently swirling them inside you and working you open for him. Encourages your orgasm when he knows you like a certain thing he does, shushing your soft moans. He always preps you to take him. He likes it better that way. So he's already strained and hard to the touch in his palm when he slips himself out of his jeans. Hissing from the harsh fabric under his breath. He'll make sure to lube himself up with his own spit beforehand so you're not lubing his length up completely by yourself.
Works the head in and gently leans over you, breathing softly above you. He'll swirl his hips to get himself all the way in, stopping to pull out and ease more of his length inside. Eyeing your comfortable state the entire time. His pace will be erratic and slow, just finding what works best for the angle and what makes you squirm around him. Once he finally finds it, he'll encourage it on, pouding into your gummy spot until you're whimpering. Hips stuttering occasionally from the way you clench around him “There you go, sweet girl, just like that” he coos, watching your body shake from the orgams ripping out of you You sigh so prettily when he drills his cock back in, holding your thigh to keep you close even as you pull from the overstimulation. His breath stuttering our of his lungs when he paints your insides. Falling the rest of the way over you. He sighs heavily. Brain shortwiring. He'll definitely be doing that again.
───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────
UHM UHM, I... I GOT CARRIED AWAY.
Thank you to my pookie for being so patient with me ;( ily bb, here's that request you've been waiting for. And my cutie patootie @uhhheather for helping me out w jongho n yeosang. U played an important role so thank uuuuu
#ateez hard hours#ateez smut#ateez x reader#jung wooyoung smut#wooyoung hard hours#song mingi smut#mingi hard hours#choi san smut#san hard hours#park seonghwa smut#seonghwa hard hours#kim hongjoong smut#hongjoong hard hours#jeong yunho smut#yunho hard hours#kang yeosang smut#yeosang hard hours#choi jongho smut#jongho hard hours#jongho smut#yeosang smut#yunho smut#hongjoong smut#seonghwa smut#san smut#mingi smut#wooyoung smut#On the line !⤻✆#callisasks#seventhcallisto
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
twin bitches (j.yh + c.jh)
pairing: roommate!yunho x roommate!reader x roommate!jongho
preview: your roommates are so sick and tired of hearing about your lack of sexual activity. so, they fix it for you.
tags/warnings: fem reader, threesome, oral (f+m.receiving), monster cocks for both of them, use of the color system, two cocks in one hole can i get a wahoo, praise, degrading, mean dom jongho + sweet dom yunho, mating press, so much dirty talk, slapping, some voyeurism, hand kink, fingering, breath play, pet names (slut, good girl, whore, our girl, baby, pretty girl), yunho likes to be called yuyu thank you, spanking, vibrator torture, edging, unprotected penetration (wrap it before you tap it), a couple creampies
trigger warnings: n/a
wc: 2.6k
song recs for this fic: topia twins by travis scott, soaked by shy smith
a/n: hnnngrggnn
It's late at night when you finally press your key into your front door. you can hear your roommates yelling at each other. you automatically assume that they're gaming. and you’re right. you find them sitting on opposite sides of the couch, screaming about their game and pounding on the buttons of their controllers. you can’t help but find it at least a little cute.
jongho looks up from the game for a split second to acknowledge you before nudging yunho. “oh y/n! you’re home!” yunho throws his headset off and runs over to you. your big golden retriever roommate loves to hug you when you get home. it’s endearing. you wrap your arms around his waist as he crashes your face into his chest. you can hear jongho press the power button on their console and get up from the couch.
“how did your date go?” jongho asks with a stoic look on his face. it’s your 3rd date this week. you sigh, your shoulders dropping. you hate admitting that it’s yet another date that’s gone south. “he said he didn't see me as anything more than a friend.” jongho rolls his eyes, scoffing at your response. “that’s such bullshit,” he says, his tone highly unimpressed by your response. “i don’t understand how all of these men are treating you like this.”
you shrug, walking over to the couch where the two of them had originally been sitting. you throw your head back and cross your arms over your chest. your roommates plop themselves down on either side of you, watching to see what your next move will be. “yanno, i’m not even upset about not having a boyfriend,” you admit, turning your head to the left to look at jongho. “then what are you upset about?” yunho asks from the right side of you. the tone of his voice gives you an inkling that he knows what you’re gonna say. you grow a mischievous look on your face before turning to look at him. “i’m upset that i’m not getting fucked. like at all.”
as soon as those words leave your mouth, both your roommates collectively sigh. “what?! it’s a valid complaint!” you exclaim, looking at the both of them in disbelief. you watch as they share a secretive look. confusion spreads across your face. “what the fuck was that?” you ask, wondering what they could be planning. before you can ask anymore questions, jongho throws you over his shoulder.
“genuinely what is happening right now?” you exclaim, kicking your legs, almost making jongho falter. yunho grabs your ankles tightly, forcing you to stop kicking. “stop being a fucking brat,” yunho demands. you halt every movement so quickly you could’ve sworn your heart stopped too. you can feel heat pooling between your legs at the tone of yunho’s voice. finally, jongho throws you down onto your bed. they both stand above you, arms crossed. they look at each other and then back down at you.
“alright, this is what’s gonna happen since you’re such a whore,” yunho starts. you open your mouth to protest the vulgar name and jongho slaps you straight across the face. “you don’t speak unless spoken to.” you can’t even deny how wet this is making you. yunho gives jongho a smile before continuing. “we’re gonna use you however we see fit and you’re gonna fucking like it.” you squeeze your legs together, your core begging for attention. jongho takes notice of this and forces your knees apart.
“color?” yunho asks. “very green,” you respond. you almost smile before they both move closer to you and then your face drops. yunho collapses to his knees between your legs and jongho moves towards your upper half. yunho removes your pants so gently, you can barely even tell he’s between your legs. the way he looks up at you, almost desperately, could make you cum on the spot. jongho on the other hand, rips your shirt in half with ease before throwing it somewhere. he grips your jaw, squeezing your face with one hand to force your mouth open. “you’re gonna look so pretty with a face full of cock, baby,” jongho says as he opens his belt with his other free hand.
you’re so focused on jongho’s words and movements that you had forgotten about where yunho was. that is until you feel his tongue lick a stripe up your thigh. you shoot your eyes in his direction, watching as his mouth inches closer to where you need him most. “she’s so wet, jongho. she’s into this,” yunho says, pulling your underwear off. “i think she really wants us to use her.” you can hear the smirk in his voice. jongho shoves his pants and boxers mid-way down his thighs as he laughs. “of course she is. she’s our little slut,” he says as he shoves his cock down your throat. you gag around him almost immediately, despite only being able to take just under half into your mouth. simultaneously, yunho shoves his face into your core, lapping up the slick that had been leaking out of you.
the mix of the sensation of your throat being abused and your cunt being cared for so gently sends your brain into a frenzy. you buck your hips up against yunho’s mouth, searching for more intense pleasure. jongho holds your face tightly, making sure you’re watching him while he fucks your mouth. he looks at you with dark, focused eyes, keeping a steady pace in your throat. you feel a loss of heat as yunho pulls away from your core, leaving your throbbing. you wonder where he’s going but you physically can’t look away from jongho. you don’t have to wonder for long when you hear the familiar buzzing of your vibrator. panic sets into your chest, knowing you have no escape. “dirty girl keeping her vibrator in the most obvious place,” yunho says. you can hear him click through the different vibration settings before settling on the basic one.
jongho pulls out from your mouth before removing his pants and boxers completely. he settles behind you, resting his legs on either side of your waist. yunho gets back down between your legs, running the vibrator up your thigh. “this is gonna feel so fucking good, baby,” he mumbles before pressing it directly to your clit. your hips jolt at the high vibration setting he has on, sending electricty through your veins. you dig your nails into jongho’s thighs, throwing your head back against his shoulder. yunho presses the vibrator into your clit harder, making you borderline stop breathing. your vision becomes fuzzy as your orgasm comes racing towards you like a train. “gonna-” is all you can get out before cumming harder than you probably ever have in your life. yunho never lets the vibrator falter, keeping it pressed on your most sensitive spot.
jongho wraps a strong hand around your throat, squeezing just enough to have you gasping for air. yunho digs his teeth into the soft skin of your inner thigh, watching as you clench around nothing, searching for some distraction from the immense pleasure. “plea-ah-se” you stutter, trying to get words out through jongho’s grip on your airway. “please what, whore?” jongho says against your ear, demanding more words out of you. “need your fingers yuyu,” you plead, your voice cracking. you’re desperate for anything to fill your hole, and yunho knows how much you love his hands. he smiles, obliging to your request. he shoves two fingers knuckles-deep into your sopping cunt. he drills them in an out of you at an unfathomable pace, sending another orgasm crashing into you. your legs tremble at the sensation of everything continuing despite your obvious orgasm.
in fact, yunho adds a third finger and sets the vibrator to the next highest setting. you let out a strangled scream, your nerves lighting themselves on fire. your knees slam together painfully, trapping yunho between your legs. you hear a sinister laugh behind you before your legs are pried apart by a pair of strong hands. you gasp at the sudden rush of air to your lungs and also being splayed open perfectly for your roommates. “please, i can’t do it anymore. it’s too much,” you plead, another orgasm creeping up on you already. “oh, you don’t wanna cum again? okay, baby,” yunho says as he takes his fingers and the vibrator away right before you can cum. you whine, your failed orgasm leaving behind a painful sting. jongho leans forward slightly to kiss your jawline; the sweetest gesture he’s shown so far. while your focus on him, yunho presses the vibrator against you again. your eyes roll into your skull, your previously failure orgasm rushing towards you again. “i’m gonna-” you’re cut off once again by yunho halting all movement. “yuyuuu~,” you whine, your legs begging to close.
“color?” yunho asks once more, placing the now off and very wet vibrator on the floor. through heaving breaths you reply; “yellow.” yunho coos at you, kissing your thighs. “okay, baby. we’ll give you the main event now,” he says as pulls his shirt over his head. jongho slips out from behind you to follow suit. you can’t help but get lost in the sudden lack of body heat. it doesn’t last for long when jongho slots himself between your legs. “i’m gonna get you started, slut. yunho will be all nice, treat your pussy with respect and let you cum, but i won’t. i can’t even be bothered to wear a condom while fucking you.” you open your mouth to protest but he cuts you off by shoving his cock completely inside your hole. his length is impressive as it is but the girth is what has your eyes crossing. the stretch stings and it takes over your senses for at least 10 seconds before you come to.
jongho starts thrusting into you at an almost inhuman pace, loud skin-slapping sounds filling the room. you can’t help but wonder where yunho has run off to. your eyes search the room before finding him sitting on your computer chair, pumping himself while he watches jongho fuck you. your eyes trail down to his cock and you can almost swear your eyes fall out of your head. is it even humanly possible for it to be that long? you can’t wonder for long when you feel another sharp slap come across your face. “look at me, you whore. i know you’re our girl but i’m the one balls deep inside you right now.” your eyes dart back to him, making fierce eye contact. his black hair is sticking to his forehead as he looks down between you. he watches as his cock appears and disappears inside you. “ah fuck, g-gonna cum jongho,” you grip his forearm and wrap your legs around his waist. “i don’t fucking think so,” he says as he pulls out of you, ripping yet another orgasm away from you.
yunho tuts as jongho pulls away from you. “you’re treating her so unfairly. we’ve taken 2 orgasms from her already.” yunho looks at you with such pity that you could almost cry. jongho looks at you like you’re nothing more than a talkative sex doll. “she’s so tight, yunho. i don’t know if she can take both of us at once.” your eyes dart between them, hearing them talk about you taking both at once. “both? what are you talking about? in one hole?” you ramble. they both collectively laugh at your visible panic. “of course. you wanna cum, it has to be on our cocks. that’s your only option, pretty girl,” yunho says to you, followed by the sweetest golden retriever smile. you clench around nothing at the stark contrast between his words and his smile.
“i can do it!” you cry out, crawling towards them. you grab their arms and look at them with eyes full of desperation. “at least let me try.” yunho caresses the top of your head, making kissy faces at you. “of course you can try. you’re such a good girl, i’m sure you can do it,” he encourages you. jongho scoffs, rolling his eyes. “yeah she can try, but i don’t think it’ll work.” before you can reply with a snarky comment, jongho lifts you bridal style. “your precious yuyu is gonna lay under you, okay?” he explains as yunho lays down on your bed. jongho spins you around and places you chest to chest with yunho. “hi, pretty girl. are you ready?” you nod, still feeling unsure. you feel him reach down between the two of you to align his throbbing cock up with your cunt. he slides in with ease, his tip just barely kissing your cervix. he’s much longer than jongho but jongho’s girth stretched you out enough for yunho to slide in comfortably.
you shiver as you feel a pair of hands run up your ass. “you’re gonna look so fucking slutty with both our cocks inside you, baby.” a sharp smack lands on your ass cheek and you’re almost 100% sure it left a handprint. you feel the tip of jongho’s cock brush your already full hole. as he starts to push into you, yunho brings his lips to yours. he kisses you with soft passion, trying to keep you distracted. the stretch is unbearable, to say the least. you let out strangled moans against yunho’s mouth, scraping your nails into his shoulders. once they’re both bottomed out, they freeze. your walls pulse as you try to adjust. “mmf please move,” you mutter, hoping they could hear you.
they both pull out simultaneously, emptiness flooding you. they both slam back into you so hard that your whole body jolts forward. your senses are on overdrive, trying to understand the pain and pleasure that fill your abdomen. you’re scared that if you dig your nails into yunho’s shoulders any harder you’ll draw blood. “color?” yunho says, his voice sounding strained. “green, green, oh my god,” you respond. finally, they move in sync with each other, emptying you and refilling you at the same time. “i can’t, i can’t, too much,” you babble, your legs trembling. “yes you can. you were made for this,” jongho replies, slamming into you extra hard. yunho strokes your hair as he thrusts up into you. “i’m so close, please let me cum, i need it, please,” you beg, your eyes watering. yunho and jongho look at each other, as if trying to decide your fate. you know jongho wants to deny you, but yunho just wants your pleasure. “you can cum, you’ve been such a good girl,” yunho encourages. they keep up their unrelenting pace, even as you’re thrown over the edge. “gonna cum inside you, baby. you deserve it,” yunho says, throwing his head back. both him and jongho are close and you can feel it.
jongho digs his fingers into your hips as his thrusts stutter to a halt, being the first one to blow his load inside you. it coats your abused walls and yunho’s still moving cock. yunho’s orgasm follows soon after, high pitched whines coming from his throat. you feel so full, both loads slowly seeping out of you. they stay inside you for a moment before emptying you. “i’ll go get a towel,” jongho says before rushing into the bathroom across the hall. you stay laying on yunho’s chest as he whispers sweet nothings to you. you feel the rough texture of the towel on your sensitive core, making you flinch. “sorry,” jongho apologizes.
eventually, you’re falling asleep. you’re still unmoving from yunho’s hold, feeling the most safe there. you can hear your roommates talking to each other but your brain has gone numb. everything buzzes around you as you fall asleep, your body finally giving out.
“sleep well, pretty girl.”
© lomlhwa 2024
#lomlhwa#ateez#atz#yunho#jeong yunho#jongho#choi jongho#ateez smut#atz smut#yunho smut#jeong yunho smut#jongho smut#choi jongho smut#2ho smut
878 notes
·
View notes
Text
Slashtober🔪||OT8
Pairing: OT8 x Reader
Word Count: 3.0k
Warnings: MeanDom!Ateez, Sub!Reader, Name Calling, Gang Bang, Ass Fucking, Unprotected Sex (Please Dont😀), Spanking, Spit, Tit Smacking, Breast Play, Bukkake, Dacryphilia, Oral, Cum Eating, Rough Sex, Degradation, CNC, Choking, Marking, If I Missed Anything🫣👀Lemme Know..
A/N: I can’t believe I was able to get this done before 12am😵💫, I tried my best to get this done before midnight, bc I wanted to make sure I posted it on Halloween. I can’t believe it’s officially over now, thank you to everyone who supported me. Rather it was with a like, reblog, a comment, an ask, anything tbh. I received so much love this October and I’m grateful and appreciate to every single one of you😭💙. Also special thanks to @seonghwasbobaeyes for betaing the first half of this fic, you are muchly appreciated babes😚! This isn’t the end of the road for Slasher!Ateez👀, we will DEFINITELY be seeing them again! I’m already thinking about what I’m going to write for November tbh..😚. My asks will be opening due to October being over, so send in your requests!
Kinktober Masterlist
Ever since your last visit with the two masked men, you had been itching, yearning for more. They left you with an undying last in your mouth. You craved them, how sinners crave sin. They were addicting, they were like a forbidden fruit.
You hadn’t heard a peep or even seen a peep of them in weeks. You had been on the lookout constantly, trying to find any trace of them. It's like your neighbors knew you were on the fence. Making sure to greet you everyday, going out of their way to make sure you were happy. They so easily picked up your emotions. It's like you bonded with every single one of them. Wanting to get into better spirits you decided to throw a small Halloween party inviting the guys from the neighborhood as a way to say thanks for all they do, and thanks for being there for you.
You were at home prepping the food when suddenly the lights went out in your home. Letting out an annoyed huff you make your way to your circuit breaker box. Walking past your bedroom you notice a figure in your room, hiding behind the wall, you try to steady your breath clearly worked up and scared by what you saw, you quietly try to creep down the hall when your lights cut back on. Wanting to see if it was your eyes playing tricks on you, or if there was someone actually in your home you slowly make your way to the bedroom. As soon as you cut the corner to your room you see one of the masked men in your bedroom, sitting on your bed, man spreading widely. Energy as heavy as stone, he sat like he owned not only your hole, he sat like he owned you, and every move you made. Getting up slowly, he walks towards you, slow long strides.
Putting his hands up on the frame of the door. His muscular body takes up the whole door frame.
“And where are you running off to, pretty girl?”
Your eyes grow big, backing away slowly, your back bumps into a hard frame behind you. Looking up you see Mingi towering over you, staring down at your helpless frame.
“Don’t you look cute in your pajamas.” Mingi says with a large smirk on his face, running his fingers over the lace trim on the bottom of your sleep shorts. Jongho walks over to you, peeling his body off of the door frame. His large frame crushes you between him and Mingi. You can barely see his eyes through the mask, yet you can feel the intensity radiating from the person beneath it.
“Wh-what’s going on…” you whisper out through a shaky breath. Gripping your hips Mingi pulls your ass against him, grinding his hard on, onto you. Jongho moves closer, his chest completely crushing you. Gripping the front of your pajama shorts he plays with the lace on them, letting his hand slowly fall to the front of them, gradually untying the ribbon that keeps them up. Loosening the shorts, they fall dangerously low on your hips.
“What do you think is going on darling?” Seonghwa says, smooth voice floating out beneath his mask, making his way into your bedroom room. He seats himself on the bed. Man spreading his legs wide open, your eyes drift over the female plastic mask he’s wearing, down to the bricked cock beneath his skin tight pants. When Jongho squishes your body even further in between him and Mingi.
“I-I don’t kn-.” Your sentence gets cut off when the other two masked men enter, the largest one of the group takes up the whole door frame, while the shorter broader one stands in front of him. With his head cocked to the side. A shiver runs up your spine. Your brain can barely process what’s going on in front of you. All you want to do is flee but it feels like your feet are cemented to the ground.
“Look at her.” Yunho says, stepping forward into the room, clearing his large stature out of the door frame. San lets out a loud chuckle, making his way towards you.
“She looks like a deer caught in headlights.” San says through a laugh, walking on the other side of you while Yunho goes on the opposite. Caging your body in by all four men, while Seonghwa sits on the small bed watching you.
“I know you guys aren’t starting the game without us.” Wooyoung whines out, walking into the room, face paint smeared across his face yet with the lack of the red lights you can see clear as day that it’s Wooyoung. Trying to strain your neck between the men who are caging you in.
“Wooyoung, what’s going on?” You whisper shout, as if the men couldn’t hear you in the same confined room. Letting out a loud laugh, he walked over, looking at your poor helpless frame. Your body does a noticeable shiver.
“Do you want me to save you?” He says through a fake coo. Yeosang stands in the doorway, leaning his muscular form against it. Looking at you behind his mask he makes his way slowly over. Pushing through the cage the boys have you in.
“No…I think she wants all of us to help her out.” He says while he runs his gloved hand up your body. Starting from your chest, running it between your breasts, settling his covered hand around your throat. It's like deja vu, you start getting various flashbacks of each time one of these men have rearranged your guts, and practically broke your spine.
“Do you need saving darling?” Seonghwa says, standing up off the bed, making his way towards you with long slow strides, the men who caged your body slowly back away, making room for Seonghwa. His tall frame easily towers over yours. Soaking you in from head to toe.
“Of course not Seonghwa she doesn’t need saving, she needs to be fucked like the slut she is.” Hongjoong says, gripping your throat pulling your body against his invisible one. Manhandling you with ease, you swear you can see every person in the room, eyes darken instantaneously.
“Is that what it is dear? You need us to bend you over and rearrange your guts?” Seonghwa says, gripping your chin lightly while Hongjoongs hand continues to hold you tightly. Letting out a small whimper your eyes dart around to every man surrounding you in this room. Your lower belly grows hot with need. Hot with want, hot with flashbacks of every orgasm you’ve had with the individuals in this room. You open your mouth, just to close it once more, not exactly sure what words you are trying to speak. But you can tell by the way they are crowding you, and the way you are drinking them all in. You want nothing more than for them to break you.
~
Wrapping your hand around Yeosangs cock, you continue to pump his dick up and down. Fist tight to make sure he gets as much pleasure as possible. Gripping your chin in his hand, San turns your face towards him, cock deep down your throat, with his other hand on the back of your head, you gag with every powerful thrust he delivers to your throat. Eyes watering with unshed tears. San lets out a loud laugh, gripping the back of your head even tighter. Slamming his hips into your mouth..
“Look at this slut crying. Go on baby, cry on my cock.” San grits out, the pleasure that your warm mouth is giving him is becoming too much. Hongjoong lines himself up with your entrance, not even giving you time to prep, he slams his cock deep into your cunt. Body driving forward your nose bumps against Sans pelvic area. Letting out a loud sadistic laugh, he starts out at a rough pace, jack hammering your body forward. Causing a quick rhythm between him and San. Your hand starts to fall slack around Yeosangs cock. Gripping your head, Yeosang turns your face towards him.
“Do it right slut.” He grits out, squeezing your cheeks so tightly that he can feel Sans cock slide in and out of your mouth.
“Stretch her out.” Seonghwa says, the heaviest presence in the room. He stands up, hard cock in his hand, he slides under you. Your breast jiggling in his face, gripping your left breast, he runs his long cool tongue over your nipple. You squeeze your eyes shut, too immersed in the pleasure.
Mingi makes his way behind Hongjoong who is hammering away at you, collecting the drool that is hitting the floor from the way San is making you choke and gag on his cock. He wets his fingers, sliding them down to your puckered hole, you let out a moan so loud that all the boys can hear you. Sliding one finger in, your eyes grow huge, tears starting to run down your face by all the pleasure you are feeling.
Gripping your face harshly San gathers all the spit in his mouth, letting it slowly drop down to his cock, hitting your lips, it aids in the drool on the floor. Your eyes roll into the back of your head at the taste of him. You can taste him in more ways than one, and it has your head clouded with nothing but hot lust.
“Such a whore who loves to be degraded.” San grits out, watching you suck him down your throat.
“Look at her crying again.” Yeosang says while your grip tightens and untightens on his cock. Mocking you through a fake coo. Letting his hand travel down, he grips the breast Seonghwa isn’t paying attention to, squeezing your nipple, just as he’s squeezing Mingi slips his second finger in your ass trying to stretch you out as much as possible. Tears are running down your face rapidly, your pussy clenches on Hongjoong, letting out a loud groan. He slams his hips up into you once more before pulling out, chest heaving up and down. Holding his orgasm back, wanting to save it to paint your body.
Wooyoung lets out a small laugh, clearly enjoying the view of you getting rag dolled all over the place, sliding into the place of Hongjoong, he taps his cock against your wet cunt, sliding his cock in between your wet pussy lips, making sure with every thrust up he nudges your clit. Pulling back San bites his lip, gripping your head even tighter trying to fight the urge to cum all over your face, he slides back letting Yunho in. Letting out a choked cough, you intake as much air as possible. Trying to catch your breath before Yunhos large frame towers over your small body.
“Look at this slut..” he says while hooking your bottom jaw with his thumb. Jongho stands behind Yunho, getting an eye full of you, tilting his head to the side almost like he’s studying you.
“Wanting to take us all..” Jongho says, continuing Yunhos sentence.
“She wants us in every way…” Mingi finishes after Jongho speaks.
Moving on the side of your body, Mingi pulls his fingers out, feeling like you’ve been stretched enough, he lets Seonghwa know that you are prepped and ready for whatever he is ready to give you. Sliding out from under you, Wooyoung and Seonghwa trade spots. With his wet fingers Mingi slowly strokes his cock while Seonghwa slides in between your wet cunt. Making sure that he soaks his cock with your juices that are practically pouring down, he lines himself up with your puckered hole. Sliding in slowly, inch my inch. Your eyes scrunch shut, the feeling of him sliding in your ass is unlike any other feeling you’ve ever felt. You grip Yunhos thighs for stability, just as you are about to let out the loudest moan, Yunho slides his cock into your mouth, instantly stuffing it. Wooyoung lines himself up with your sopping cunt that is dripping down onto his cock, your arousal just leaking all over him. Yeosang and Jongho stand on opposite sides of you, large bodies towering over your frame. Bunching your eyes shut, Wooyoung slides easily into your pussy. Shooting your eyes open you let out a loud, muffled moan. Placing your hands out, trying your best to find your balance while Seonghwa is fucking your ass, Wooyoung is deep in your cunt, while Yunhos large cock is deep down your throat.
Gripping Yeosangs and Jonghos cock in your hand, you slowly start to pump them, making sure to pay extra attention to the head of their cocks. With each stroke the members are giving you, you are seeing heaven behind your eyes, Seonghwa continuously slaps your ass cheeks while he strokes deep in your puckered hole, watching your ass cheek welt with each deep stroke he delivers to you. Wooyoungs balls are dripping with your arousal, inner thighs shining with your juices. While Yunho grips the sides of your face, making sure you take his cock as far as your small throat will let him.
San, Mingi, and Hongjoongs degradation fill your ears. Making you on the brink of the most powerful orgasm.
“Look at this hungry cock slut.” Hongjoong says, slowly stroking his cock, watching everyone have their turn with you.
“Look at her crying over how good all of our cocks are…” Mingi grits out, grabbing his balls while he beats his cock. Making sure to collect the drool that leaves your mouth on his hands so he can stroke himself with ease.
“Nothing but a cock sleeve for all of us.” San says with his head tilted back, stroking himself, matching the rhythm at which they all are fucking you.
Mingi makes his way over to Seonghwa, watching the way his cock slides in and out of your ass. Gripping one cheek so it’s easier for Seonghwa to get a feel of your warm wet hole. He gathers the spit in his mouth letting it drop onto your puckered hole. The cool sensation differs from the warmth of Seonghwas length sliding in and out of you. Hongjoong lets out a small chuckle at the way you whine every time someone spits on you, he makes his way towards Yunho, holding the sides of your throat, giving it a slight squeeze your breathing stutters, with his hands tightening around you throat he can feel Yunho slide in and out, the feeling is delicious, the lack of oxygen heats your body up.
Wooyoung reaches up, squeezing one of your tits in his hand while he strokes his cock in and out of your warm walls. Giving your nipple a pinch, you let out a muffled whine. Reeling his hand back he slaps your tit, the sudden feeling of the impact causes your jaw to drop, eyes fluttering in immense pleasure. He lets out a high pitched laugh, slapping your other tit, you feel the skin of your breast heat up with each heavy slap. The warmth that spreads through your body, has your toes clenching, you feel your orgasm charging its way through your body. Before you can get yours, Seonghwa is going to make sure all of them get theirs.
“You know what she’s only good for..” Seonghwa spits out through clenched teeth, pulling back swiftly, Wooyoung, and Yunho pull back as well. Urging you to sit on your knees with your mouth open. The members gather around you, stroking their cocks rapidly. With a loud groan, all of them cum almost in sync. Opening your mouth last minute you have drool running down your chest, with your tongue sticking out, trying to catch as much of their cum on your tongue as you can.
“This whore is only good for catching cum.” Seonghwa pants out. As they watch their cum drip down your body, it pools right between your legs, creating a small puddle. Letting out a low growl, Seonghwa moves forward first. Gripping the back of your throat he shoves you face down into the floor.
Running his hands down your back, he hikes your hips up into the air, your sticky chest comes in contact with the floor, creating a tacky feeling on your skin.
Cock already brick hard again, he taps it against your puckered hole, slipping in with ease once again. You let out a loud cry, throat sore from all the throat fucking you still let out loud moans with each buck of Seonghwas hips. Making his way over swiftly Mingi grabs your shoulders, lifting you up so your back is flush against Seonghwas chest, he lays down cock standing straight up, maneuvering you Mingi brings you down on his cock with the aid of Seonghwa. Letting out a loud cry once more your body falls forward, becoming chest to chest with Mingi. Gripping your neck Seonghwa pulls you back up, fingers tightly wrapping around your throat, destined to leave marks.
Wooyoung and Yeosang stand on opposite sides of your body, gripping your breast, before giving your chest a firm slap. Your body jolts forward, yet with Seonghwas tight grip on your throat you go nowhere. All the other members make their way towards you with their heavy, cum dripping cocks in their hands.
“You are going to be a good girl, and take all of our cum.” Seonghwa grunts into your ear before hiking his hips forward, biting your lip, you nod your head. Chest heaving with want. Mingi lets out a deep groan..
“Fuckkkkk…she’s dripping down my cock. Are you going to make a mess on our cocks, princess?” Adjusting his hips slightly, Mingi hikes his hips up into yours. Gripping your ass cheeks so you are spread even further for Seonghwa. The members step closer to you both.
“You are going to swallow all of their cum, then you are going to take our cum in this tight ass, and wet cunt of yours.” Seonghwa says knowingly, letting out a loud whimper by the authority in Seonghwas voice you nod as much as you can with his fingers still tightly wrapped around your throat.
Giving your ass a hard slap, Mingi jiggles the cheeks of your ass.
“Alright princess, who do you want to swallow first?”
Taglist: @araknoid @atinytinaa @k-hotchoisan @darkdayelixer @abby-grace @aurorasjoongie @tunaasan @jkookiejiminlvr @luckyblue98 @notevenheretbh1 @moonlightsora @raindropsondragons @park-simphwa @ro-written @hwajoongsang @certifiedmoa @pearltinyy @minniebinnie @solarstoy @frobin4ever @gvnwks @ethelia @jin-neck-shaft @nitarolls @jenthehobbityelf @gg-trini @tearfulsparks78 @10nantscompanion @moonm1st @oreoqueen @leehopehocarat @scuzmunkie @bangtan4everr @acetruepunk @s-unflowxr @rxnexxi @tenpesos @mixling-blog @helsnik @mrspettersen @mixtape-racha @realviviboss @mikaelless @queenoftrash97 @boomfrogg
Dividers and GIF @justaaveragereader
DO NOT REPOST.
#slashtober 2023#slasher!ateez#dom!ateez#dom! ateez smut#ateez x reader#ateez fanfic#ateez fantasy au#ateez smut#ot8 ateez x reader#ot8 ateez smut#ateez hard thoughts#ateez hard hours#kim hongjoong smut#park seonghwa smut#jeong yunho smut#kang yeosang smut#choi san smut#song mingi smut#jung wooyoung smut#choi jongho smut
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
concrete bear
in which: jongho's finally done with his intense schedules, so he finally is able to dedicate more time to you.
pair: boyfriend!idol!jongho/afab!reader
word count: 5k
content: smut, jongho is possessive (+ a lil jealous?), basically mean dom jongho, homemade porno??, filthy as fuck boi, reader calls jongho teddy bear, jongho calls reader sweetheart and a colorful assortment of other "nicknames", legit most of it is sex, blowjobs, car sex, cabin sex, slight cnc, consensual!
rated: R | nsfw — minors do not interact
author's note: brought to you by @songmingisthighs, your local bro, and @skteezcursed the most impulsive of collabs fr i don't even remember how we came up with this, but it's def iconic hehe also ik this took like five million years but there were a lot of speed bumps that i managed to figure out
network: @cromernet @cultofdionysusnet @atzhouse
taglist: @k-hotchoisan @eyeryis @sinnarols @sunshineangel-reads @hwallazia @dazzlingstarrs @dutchessskarma @yourlocaljonghoe @st4rhwa @frobin4ever @sanhwajjong @certifiedmoa @therealcuppicake @yuyubeans @hyunukitty @startlinglyoongi @hyukssunflower @chewyhotteoks @alexwritesfics @dinossaurz @woomyteez @skteezcursed @yessa-vie @sanglix @minkilicious @isiloiale
apply for the permanent taglist here!
beefcake raccoon, concrete bear, manwich series
Jongho had no reason to be jealous— he did give Yeosang his blessing, after all— and he wasn’t jealous, but he was slightly displeased.
He told Yeosang to make sure all your needs were met, and he only really expected it to happen once, but when he saw that Yeosang was giving it to you regularly while he was busy recording in the studio with Hongjoong, he was slightly, just slightly, displeased. He didn’t think that you would take to the man so well, so easily, but you did.
To make matters a little worse, he returned home one night to a seemingly empty space, and when he went to his room to turn in for the night, he saw you and Yeosang fucking on his bed. He minded that a lot. But, he kept his mouth shut. After all, he did tell Yeosang to pleasure you for as long as he couldn’t.
This went on for about two weeks— Yeosang fucked you every single night for two weeks until Hongjoong finally released Jongho from the depths of his studio. And luckily for Jongho, it was Yeosang’s turn in the studio next, which meant he seriously had nothing to worry about.
But that didn’t stop him from planning a weekend getaway trip for the two of you.
You knew that Jongho liked snowboarding and skiing, so when he told you about the trip, you were surprised but also not in the same breath. Regardless, you were excited. Fuck, it was the first time in what felt like months you were finally going to have proper alone time with your boyfriend, and you were so excited.
Well, you were excited, but also a little sad.
You had grown a lot more fond of your beefcake raccoon, and you really liked having sex with him, so you were honestly a little disappointed when Jongho said he was finally done being tortured by the captain, but you did your best not to show it because he was your boyfriend for crying out loud. You should be excited to spend time with him and not the man he practically made be your sex toy for a couple of weeks.
“Sweetheart?” Jongho’s smooth voice snapped you out of your thoughts. “Everything alright?”
The two of you were at a cafe near the cabin Jongho rented out— he suggested getting coffee because you kept nodding off during the car ride. You didn’t realize how spaced out you were until you nodded and took a sip of your fucking cold coffee.
“Jesus,” you grimaced as you swallowed the cooled off and now disgusting liquid. “My coffee went cold.”
“Of course it did. I’ve been talking to you for thirty minutes, and all you’ve done is mindlessly nod,” Jongho scoffed. “You even nodded when I asked you if I should murder you.”
“O-Oh… Sorry, teddy bear.”
“Uh-huh.”
You shivered— Jongho had never been that icy towards you ever. He wasn’t pissed, but you knew he was getting there.
“Seriously, I’m so sorry. I’ve just had a lot on my mind,” you said softly.
“I’m sure you do,” Jongho nodded and took a sip of his— probably cold— coffee without even looking at you. “A lot has happened in the past two weeks.”
“Yeah…”
Jongho set his cup down and looked right at you at that point, his eyes burning a hole through you. He laced his fingers together and placed them on his knee as he crossed his legs. You felt the saliva pool in your mouth as you watched his thighs flex and his jaw clench slightly.
“Tell me something,” he started.
“What?”
“Was he good?”
You blinked, your eyes wide with shock. You nearly choked on your own spit as you choked out, “H-Huh?”
“Was he good?” he repeated, this time his tone a little more harsh.
“What—”
“Was Yeosang good?” you could tell Jongho was getting fed up by the way his eyebrows were furrowing into a straight line, his eyes hardening.
You couldn’t help but sigh not because you were frustrated, but because you were so close to laughing out of sheer nervousness. Running your fingers through your hair, you pressed your lips together before asking honestly, “Teddy bear, how do you want me to answer this?”
“Truthfully.”
“It was good.” Not going to lie, Yeosang was definitely better than good, but there was no way in hell you were going to praise another man in front of your long-term boyfriend.
“Good,” Jongho accepted your response as he leaned back in his chair and nodded. “Good.”
You didn’t know that Jongho was glad to hear you say that. Well, he knew that you were lying because there was no way in hell Yeosang was only “good” when he heard the way you were screaming his name when he accidentally caught the two of you that one time, but he was happy to see that that was how you were going to play it. With newfound determination, Jongho stood up. He pushed in his chair and asked, “Are you done?”
“Oh, uh, yeah!” you set down your cold-ass coffee and stood up as well, your legs scurrying after Jongho, who had already turned and started heading out of the shop.
Jongho had gotten into the car first by the time you got out of the shop. You quickly got into the passenger’s seat, and he started the car. The air in the car got thicker rapidly as he pulled out of the parking lot and onto the road, the silence from the man practically killing you.
“Teddy bear…?” you spoke softly as he drove quickly on the highway, his hands grasping the steering wheel tightly. “Is everything… Are you okay?”
Your boyfriend didn’t reply, which only made you more antsy. Your body flushed with warmth when you caught his eyes flitting to you— more specifically, your legs. It was freezing outside, and you still opted to wear his favorite skirt since you were able to accompany them with tights, which you knew would drive the man absolutely insane.
One hand on the steering wheel, Jongho cupped the inside of your thigh with the other, his dainty fingers getting a tight grip on them. You couldn’t help but press your legs together as you tried to keep yourself together, but the tighter his hold on you got, the more you unraveled.
It certainly did not help when he started caressing the inside of your thigh, his fingers nearing your crotch with every rub. Still with one hand on the wheel, he skillfully exited the highway and drove through what seemed like a tiny, abandoned town before coming to a stop in a very empty parking lot. He stopped the car in a far corner of the lot and unbuckled both his and your seatbelt.
You didn’t need to ask him any more questions after that because, before you could even blink, Jongho unbuckled his pants and pulled out his stiff, angry cock. He looked you dead in the eye as he uttered, “Suck,” and you obeyed instantly.
The thing was that Jongho was being curt with his words— but he wasn’t angry. Rather, he was impatient, and the shorter his sentences were, the more his patience was wearing thin, the more he wanted to fuck you. Holding your hair back, you bent over and took him into your mouth.
It had been a while since you’d dealt with your boyfriend’s thick cock that you didn’t realize how wide you would have to open your mouth. You were honestly too used to Yeosang’s dick by then, after all. The corners of your mouth stung as his cock filled up your mouth entirely, your head moving slowly as you sucked him off. But, you were moving much too slowly for him, nor were you going down far enough. Grasping your hair himself, Jongho got a good grip on your scalp before pushing your head down all the way, making you gag and nearly making the corners of your mouth rip.
You could taste his salty precum hit the back of your throat every time Jongho guided your head, forcing you to give him a blowjob according to his wishes. And the thing is you would’ve minded had you not heard his airy groans fill up the car. You desperately wanted to look up at him and see the faces he made as you blew him, but his hold on you was so strong that you could only keep your head down.
“Just like that,” Jongho sighed blissfully as he felt you hollow out your cheeks and slurp up your dripping saliva. “Your mouth feels so fucking good, sweetheart.”
Muffled by his cock in your mouth, you made a lewd noise that somewhat resembled your own satisfaction. Bringing your hand to his cock, you stroked him as you continued to suck, bringing his orgasm closer with every stroke. You felt his grip on your hair falter, finally allowing you to look up at him. His eyes were closed, and his mouth was dropped open, his head flung back as he did his best to control his breathing. The second he brought his head down and looked at you, he couldn’t hold back. He came in your mouth, his hand finding its way back to your head as he forced you to stay down.
“You better fucking swallow, sweetheart,” he groaned and slightly hissed as he ordered you.
Looking up at him with wide eyes and his cock still deep in your mouth, you swallowed. You sat up, a trail of your saliva connecting your tongue to the tip of his penis. You straightened out your hair thinking that he was done, that he was going to get himself situated and resume driving, but his cock was still hard and thirsty. He moved his seat back all the way and patted his thighs as he shot you a dark, lusty look.
“R-Really?” you stuttered, unsure of whether or not he was being serious.
“Really. Pull your tights and panties down and get on my lap. Now.”
You did as he asked— demanded— quickly, your legs starting to tremble as you knelt on the driver’s seat, your knees on either side of him as you straddled him. You did like the idea of car sex with him, but the position you were in made you nervous as hell because what if your ass hit the steering wheel and made the car honk? Sure, the parking lot was empty and no one would know that you were being fucked by the concrete bear below you, but you would still die of embarrassment if the car did honk.
“T-Teddy,” you said tearily as you hovered above his cock. “W-What if my ass hits the steering wheel?”
“I’ll make sure it doesn’t,” Jongho assured you. “Now sit.”
Gulping, you spread your folds and sat down slowly, the girth of your boyfriend’s cock nearly splitting you in two. Jongho let out a groan of pleasure while you sighed blissfully. As much as you liked the way Yeosang felt inside you, you definitely, definitely, missed Jongho’s fat cock.
Once you sat all the way down, you held Jongho’s shoulders and leaned into him. Your legs were shaking so bad that you couldn’t even start bouncing on his lap. So, Jongho assisted you. His fingers dug into your ass cheeks as he cupped them and he started guiding you, your waist rising as falling as he forcibly moved you. He ran his tongue along your neck as he moved you at a slow and steady rhythm, the sound of your ass coming down on his lap echoing in the car. Soon, the car started filling with the sounds of your breathless pants and the creaking of the driver’s seat as Jongho bounced you a little faster.
“How does that feel, sweetheart?” Jongho asked— you couldn’t see his face, but you knew for a fact that he was smirking. “You missed my fat cock, didn’t you?”
“Mmhmm,” you confirmed while biting your lower lip, the pleasure starting to rush to your head.
“Use your words,” Jongho suddenly snapped, his hand smacking your ass with a loud slap.
“I-I missed your— Ah! Your f-fat cock, Jjong!”
“You just love it when my cock fills you up like this, right? When my waist— Hnngh— Hits yours from below?” Jongho said while thrusting his waist up sharply, his hips ramming into yours.
You let out a loud cry and gripped his shoulders more tightly as he started to fuck you relentlessly, his waist coming up to meet yours with such vigor that you felt like his cock was going to shoot right through you. That, plus the feeling of his hands gripping, pulling, and spreading your ass cheeks the more he fucked you made your brain go absolutely numb.
“Move your top and bra,” Jongho said sensually into your ear before running his tongue along the edge of your ear. “I wanna suck on those lovely tits of yours.”
Thankfully, Jongho allowed you to stop so you could lean back and push your shirt and bra up, revealing your erect nipples. You felt warmth rush through your body when you saw Jongho run his tongue over his lower lip briefly before taking your tit into his mouth and sucking hard. Your hands moved from his shoulders to his hair as you let out a sweet moan, your insides fluttering as he sucked and resumed fucking you.
You were rapidly losing all sense of sanity by that point. Every time you sat down, you felt like his cock was just getting bigger— either that or you were getting tighter as your orgasm neared. And you didn’t know why it was it, but when Jongho brought his teeth down on your tit and nibbled lightly, you came. Your entire body tensed as you creamed all over his cock, the pleasure continuing to build and build as he refused to stop letting you ride him.
“J-Jongho, Ah— Lemme cum,” you whined, your body yearning for perfect release.
Jongho listened. He pulled you off his cock quickly and completely, making your thighs convulse as you squirted all over his lap, your arousal staining his pants. And without a second to lose, he slid his cock back into you and fucked you so fast and hard that the stars that filled your vision when you came refused to go away.
“I’m cumming inside,” he grunted, his forehead pressed against your collarbone as his breathing started faltering.
His breaths got higher in pitch and shallower as he felt his climax arriving, and with a final thrust, Jongho came inside you, stuffing you full with his hot load of cum. His cock twitched and throbbed as he emptied himself inside you entirely, and once he was completely done, he kept you on his lap, his hands moving up to your breasts to massage them as he peppered kisses along your neck.
“I want you to listen to me,” he whispered, his voice huskier than you’d ever heard it before. “You need to keep my cum inside you. Don’t let any of it spill. If it does, then I’m going to fucking punish you, got it?”
Your body tingled all over hearing his demands, and when you leaned back to see the expression on his face, your heart fluttered. His words were deathly serious, but he had such a sweet, misleading smile on his face that you wondered what on Earth he was planning if you did end up disobeying him.
“Got it?” he repeated.
“Yes, teddy bear,” you said hoarsely while nodding.
Jongho somehow got you off his lap without letting any of his seed spill, and the two of you got situated. He ended up changing his pants— you were so busy trying to dress yourself carefully and clench with all of your might to make sure you didn’t spill a drop of his cum, so you didn’t even realize he had done so— before hitting the road again.
The drive to the cabin he rented out was actual torture. Jongho kept a firm hand on your thigh and made your pussy quiver every time his slender fingers moved closer to your crotch. You knew he was testing you, teasing you, trying to get you to spill so he could punish you. And you were determined to keep him in you, but that determination slowly faded the more turned you got.
Jongho was doing every single thing intentionally because he wanted to punish you. He wasn’t jealous or anything, he swears. He wanted to punish you for being a rude brat to him while he was struggling to work. He wanted to punish you for being so unbearably impatient that he had to entrust another member of his team to satisfy you and keep you occupied so that you wouldn’t be harassing him. He wanted to punish you for being such a cunt, such a slut that you had to fuck Yeosang every single day for two weeks straight.
His fingers found their way to your clothed clit and started drawing circles around it while he kept his eyes glued to the road, his face stoic. You gasped out and immediately tried to move his hand away from you while choking back lewd noises.
“Teddy bear,” you whined. “P-Please…”
“Please what?” he asked, his voice low.
You wanted to tell him to stop, but you didn’t want him to stop. You genuinely needed him to if you were going to keep him from punishing you, but you honestly would rather cum than have him edge you because his fingers rubbing against you just felt that fucking good.
That, and you couldn’t even vocalize your thoughts at that point. Your vision was going white as you felt him rub faster, your orgasm approaching speedily. You had a tight grip on his wrist, and you desperately tried to move his hand away when you felt the knot in your stomach snap, but Jongho was an immovable force. Clenching your thighs together, you came hard, letting the car fill up with your loud cries of pleasure.
And it was when the high ebbed away did you realize you were fucked— because when you came, you squirted, making his cum seep out of your pussy. Dear God, you were absolutely fucked.
The second you got to the cabin, Jongho started manhandling you. He grabbed your arm and led you right into the bedroom before grabbing you by the waist and tossing you on the bed. The bed springs squeaked as you landed and let out a gasp of disbelief. He immediately pinned you on the bed, his hands aiming for the waistband of your skirt and yanking it off. He ripped a hole right through your tights and tore the crotch of your panties right off to reveal your soaking wet pussy that had absolutely no cum left in it— it remained on your panties swimming alongside your arousal.
“You didn’t keep it in,” Jongho stated, disappointment evident in his voice. “You really want me to punish you, don’t you?”
“How the fuck was I supposed to when you literally made me cum again in the car?” you shot back, nearly hysteric.
“Shut the fuck up. Don’t fucking talk back to me.”
But you were going to, and the second you opened your mouth to do so, he grabbed your face, his fingers digging into your cheeks. He pulled your face towards his, his lips dangerously close to yours as he said in a hushed tone, “You’re going to listen to everything I tell you, got it?”
“That’s my punishment?”
“Yes.”
That didn’t seem so bad, but since you didn’t know was what he was going to tell you to do, you didn’t realize exactly how bad it was going to get. As you pondered what he was going to ask of you, he started stripping you down. He swiftly removed your top and bra and completely ripped your tights off your legs so that you were entirely naked as you laid down on the bed.
From your position on the bed, you watched as Jongho propped his phone up, the camera pointed right at you. Once he was satisfied with the angle, he started recording. He pulled his own clothes off and tossed them somewhere in the room before getting on the bed, his body facing the camera.
“Jongho, are you… Are you recording us having sex?” you asked hesitantly.
“Yeah.”
“As part of the punishment…?”
“Correct.”
You gulped nervously upon hearing his response. You wanted to ask him why, but you knew that he wasn’t going to give you a straight answer, or even an answer for that matter. So, you let it happen, and you let him pleasure you the way he wanted to.
Wrapping his fingers around your neck, Jongho pressed lightly into your skin, the blood already rushing quickly to your head as it got harder for you to breathe. He lifted you up, your entire body moving upwards to meet his. He flattened his tongue against your lips and licked them before kissing you passionately. His tongue immediately pushed into your mouth, the feeling of his tongue twirling around with yours along with the lack of air making you dizzy and desperate.
The longer Jongho kissed you, the harder it was getting for you to breathe, and while you did want to surface for air, there was something about the way that Jongho was expertly choking and kissing you that made you all sort of horny. You held onto his arms and brought your body closer to his while pulling down on his arms, hoping that he’ll continue kissing you roughly but loosen his strong grip on your neck.
Jongho got the hint. He finally let go of your neck, his hands opting to move to your hair. He gripped the back of your head strongly, snapping your head backwards as he proceeded to slather sloppy, wet kisses along the side of your neck. You were panting hard as Jongho’s lips made their way down your body. While one hand was on your head, the other ran along the curve of your hip and down to your crotch, his fingers stroking your pussy and entering you, making the most lewd squelching noises. You, as if you were trying to cling to your last bit of sanity, clung to his shoulders tightly, your nails digging into his skin.
“Oh, God, Jongho,” you cried as he fingered you ruthlessly, pleasure shooting through your body rapidly. “Oh my God— Oh fuck— Fuck, I’m c-cum—!”
You couldn’t even finish your sentence. You let out a loud whine mixed with a cry as your boyfriend’s skillful fingers made you squirt all over the bed, your body shaking vigorously as the orgasm washed over you. And despite the fact that you just came, Jongho refused to give you a break. The second his fingers were out of you, he turned you over so that you were on your elbows and knees, and he pulled your still sore ass up in the air so he could shove his fat cock into your wet cunt. You flung your head backwards and screamed your boyfriend’s name as you flattened your chest to the mattress, your hands clutching at the duvet beneath you as you felt his waist slam into yours.
“I’m surprised your cunt is still this tight after taking me in the car,” Jongho commented. “Your cunt still hasn’t gotten used to the shape of my cock again yet, sweetheart?”
You could barely think, so there was no way in hell you were going to respond coherently. You responded in the only way you knew how, and that was by moaning his name loudly, the moans slowly starting to turn into screams as he pounded into you from behind.
He had his hands clenching your ass cheeks and slapping your ass every so often, making your ass cheeks redder and even more sore with every passing second. He was relentless.
Then, he changed his position. He pulled out quickly and turned you over. You thought he was going to pin you down, but instead, he laid down on the bed and pulled your waist so that you were straddling him. He forced your hips down quickly, the feeling of his cock filling you up from below making your entire body tremble. You quickly pressed yourself down on his chest, a high-pitched moan leaving your lips.
That’s when you got killer déjà vu. You distinctly remembered Yeosang holding you the same way when Jongho’s hands pulled your legs open and thrust into you from below, his grunts coming out in the same fashion.
“Are you thinking about hyung?” Jongho bit out in between thrusts, totally catching you off guard. “You’re thinking about the way he fucked you in my fucking bed, aren’t you, slut?”
Your eyes went wide. You looked at your boyfriend through your glazed eyes, your entire body reacting to his words— how did he know that Yeosang fucked you in his bed?
“Did you think I wouldn’t find out?”
“H-How?”
Jongho smirked. Instead of giving you an answer, he sped up, his cock rubbing against your walls at a greater speed. You squeezed your eyes shut and cried loudly the more you felt your boyfriend’s cock tear your cunt apart, and within seconds, you came again. You clenched hard around his cock, evoking a pleasureful grunt from the man below you before he shoved his cock so deep inside you to fill you with his seed.
You collapsed entirely and buried your nose in the nook of his neck as you fought to regain your breath and sanity, but Jongho was having none of that. He pulled out, letting his cum trickle out of you, then moved you off him. You thought that was it, that he was done with his punishment because you were spent, but Jongho was far from done. It had been more than two weeks since he had fucked you, and he needed you to remember who you belonged to.
Grabbing your wrists, Jongho moved so that he was laying against the headboard, your back facing him as your knees were on either side of his waist. He let go of your wrists to spread your buttocks and push you down on his erection, his cock filling you up from underneath and making you cry out. You grabbed his thighs to help steady yourself, but within seconds, Jongho moved your hands so that they were behind your back, your arms trapped in the strong grip of his hands.
You cried loudly as Jongho thrust into you from below, you breasts moving wildly as you bounced on his lap, the sound of your ass hitting his waist matching the decibel of your moans. Through bleary eyes, you made eye contact with Jongho’s phone’s camera, the realization that his phone was rolling making your entire body flush with heat, making your cunt relax ever so slightly, but Jongho didn’t miss that note at all.
“You’re suddenly loose? What, is my cock not good enough for your cunt?” Jongho grunted out, his hips hitting yours even more firmly. “Do you really want that fucking beefcake raccoon’s pretty penis inside you right now? Do you want hyung to fuck you, slut?”
“N-No!” You immediately wailed in response. “I o— Oh! Only want y-you, teddy— Ah!”
“Is that right?”
Sharply snapping his waist up, Jongho moved quickly so that you were pressed against the bed again, your face and chest rubbing into the sheets as he somehow fucked you even harder than before— something you didn’t think was possible. Your arms were still behind your back in one of Jongho’s hands while the other slapped your ass repeatedly, making it so red that you could’ve sworn the friction was about to start a fire.
Jongho muttered profanities under his breath as he fucked you from behind again and again, his pace and strength refusing to let up. When he snaked his arm around your waist and pinched and squeezed your clit, your body couldn’t take it any longer. You buried your face into the sheets below you and screamed loudly as the pleasure overtook you once more, your fingers and toes curling as you came hard.
Your cunt clenched tightly as you creamed around your boyfriend’s cock, making the man hiss with the feeling. He let go of your wrists so he could hold onto your waist and make several more resounding snaps against your waist before releasing his load inside you again, his cock twitching wildly as ropes of cum spurt into you. And when he pulled out, he kept your ass high in the air so he could watch the mixture of his and your cum spill out of you and decorate the sheets below, your folds twitching as your high settled down.
Sticking two of his fingers inside your cunt, he curled them and collected his cum on the tips of his fingers before pulling them out. He moved you so that you were facing the camera once more, your ass planted firmly on the bed as he held you from behind. He had one hand on your breast, tenderly kneading and squishing it while he stuffed his cum-covered fingers in your mouth to give you a taste.
“Let’s get something straight,” he whispered in your ear, his lips sweeping against the edge of your ear. “At the end of the day, you’re mine.”
He removed his fingers from your mouth and turned your head so that you were looking at him, his eyes forward, locked with the camera. He maintained his eye contact with the camera as his lower lip brushed against yours, teasing you, making your body flush with warmth once again.
“Yeosang hyung can fuck you as much as he’d like, but your cunt was made for me.”
#broatz#atzhouse#cromernet#cultofdionysusnet#ateez#choi jongho#jongho smut#jongho x reader#reader x jongho#ateez jongho#choi jongho ateez#jongho ateez#choi jongho smut#ateez choi jongho
466 notes
·
View notes
Text
❝MY EVERYTHING❞ — c.jh (request)
PAIRING. choi jongho x fem!reader.
SYNOPSIS. jongho has always been your person, as well as you were his. neither of you knew exactly when everything shift from friendship to love, neither knew how madly in love either were. you trusted him blindly. he would move mountains for you. all you both needed to do was to say the three little words.
GENDER. smut. pure fluff.
AU/TROPES. best friends to lover. idiots in love. college au. jongho is a simp.
RATING. R (+18) - MDNI.
WARNINGS. soft sex. cunnilingus. handjob. blowjob. fingering. dry humping/thigh riding. unprotected sex (pull out method and please don’t do this). cock warming (kinda). let me know if i forgot anything.
WORD COUNT. 12k (a little more than you requeste but i did it haha).
NOTES. english is not my first language. jongho is the sweetest. all the boys pariticipate, but mostly WooSanSang. this story is for pookie minnie (@yourlocaljonghoe), hope you like it, sorry for the delay. thank you @bro-atz for being the beta! bye ♡.
IMPORTANT. this is a work of fiction, it has zero intent on portraing how any of the people quoted here are in real life.
CREDS. dividers by cafekitsune ♡
It was ridiculously pathetic, it had to be.
There was no way everything could possibly get better, feel better, just be better because you entered a space, and yet, the rays of sunshine felt like they shine brighter, the wind of early fall could be felt on his skin (as if he wasn't in the closet out space of the library), the hushed conversations quickly muffled as all his eyes could see was you entering the library with your laptop and books in hand, your bag hanging from your shoulder as your hand took some of the hair away from your face.
He knew it was wrong, to feel the things he felt for you, you were his best friend after all, but he just couldn’t control it. You have always been there for him during middle and high school, people used to joke that you two were a couple, he had even helped you get away from unwanted attention, that was probably when it all started, when he started to look at you differently, when your touch started to burn his skin in a good way, when the butterflies in his stomach stopped being from anxiety and started to be because you were close to him, your hand in some part of his body, or simply when your eyes found his, followed or not by a small smile.
It was only when you sat in front of him that he realized how he was staring, feeling his ears turn red but thankfully your attention was mostly focused on your things. Both had different subjects as you two were from different courses, but you always find time to study together, even if just for a bit, a habit you both got mainly thanks to how difficult high school had been.
“How were your classes? I thought you’d be here only later.”
“Last one got canceled,” he tried not to focus on your face, rather at your hands and how you splattered everything at the table, making a small smile appear on his lips. “You know you don’t need to bring your whole house to your classes and such, right?”
“As if you don’t always try to get at least one of these from me whenever we study together,” you laughed before throwing an eraser in his direction which he easily catches, making you roll your eyes. “Anyway, do you mind if someone joins our study session?”
“Someone?”
It wasn’t common for that to happen, mostly because either of you had a project together with someone else, but since classes had barely started, it didn’t really made sense for someone else to enter your little study sessions.
“Yeah, he’s actually my senior, we gonna help each other out in two different projects,” if you had been paying attention, you’d notice how Jongho’s eyes widened slightly and how his Adam’s apple went up and down nervously. He had seen you before with other guys, going out and having fun, but it always caught him off guard when you asked first, since the last time you asked if someone could join, ‘they’ ended up becoming your boyfriend. “He’s super nice I promise you’ll like him! His name is Seonghwa and he’s the sweetest!”
“Oh, yeah,” he tried to compose himself a little so you wouldn’t notice the frown on his face or how slightly annoyed he was. Although he didn’t really expect you to see through his actions or wait for him to finally grow a pair and finally ask you out, it still hurt the fact that everything didn’t seem anything other than a friend caring for another, “is he coming now or?”
“(y/n)?” Both raised your heads as a figured stood beside you, making Jongho hide his jealousy the best he could. The man was one of the most wanted guys on college. Perfect slick back hair, perfect teeth, perfect smile, perfect height, perfect body, perfectly polite, a gentleman if all, and he had his eyes focused on you, as your smile spread widely as his presence was noted. “Hope I didn’t take too long, had to fix a few things with the teacher.”
So, he was supposed to join regardless of what Jongho said? What if he said no? Would you still have had Seonghwa joining in on your session?
“Hey Seonghwa! It’s okay, don’t worry!” You two exchanged quick hugs before you pointed to Jongho. “This is the guy I was telling you about, Jongho!”
“Oh, the famous Jongho! Hello!” Famous?, Seonghwa’s hand was stretched out to Jongho who quickly took it, a polite smile on his lips as Seonghwa took the chair on your side. “I’m so sorry to barge in and wanting to do this fast, I just -”
“It’s okay, I know,” God and you gave him that smile? Jongho quickly lowered his head, trying to focus on the book in front of him, trying to ignore how you and Seonghwa giggled at each other. “- right, Jjong?”
His head quickly raised at the sound of his name leaving your lips, finding both you and Seonghwa staring back at him, before clearing his own throat trying to buy a little bit of time.
“Yeah, sure,” that was the right answer, or at least he hoped, although he knew he would say yes to whatever you asked of him. As he watched your smile widening, he couldn’t help but smile himself, but once your attention shifted to Seonghwa, who also had a big smile, something shifted in him, not going unnoticed by the senior. “I- I have to go though -”
“What already?” You whined making his movements stop for a second, Seonghwa’s eyes not missing the interaction between you and your best friend. “I just got here! We were supposed to go to the diner later on our way back!”
“I won’t be long, I just needed to check all the details,” Seonghwa’s voice was quick, his gaze shifting between you and Jongho, “sorry to interrupt, we talk later, yes? I’ll text you!”
He had your number already?, Jongho cursed himself at that thought, he was your senior, you were doing a project together, of course he would have your number, but why did that bother him so much?
“Ok, we’ll talk more later, I’ll also check with Mingi and Yunho about when you can come over so we can start the project!”
“I’ll try to reason with Hongjoong, but with Eden’s last feedback he got into his own head and -”
“I get it!” You cut him with a smile, Jongho’s eyes observing everything, how your smile would widen, and a small giggle came out at Seonghwa’s words, how his eyes would linger a little longer on your face before falling down and back up. “I’ll text you once I get back from the boys, okay?”
“Yeah sure! Thank you (y/n), you are a life saver and,” as the seniors voice trailed away, Jongho realized he was now the focus of the attention as you eyed him pointing your head towards Seonghwa, who studied Jongho’s reactions, “thank you Jongho, it’s really nice to meet you, I’m happy to have finally met (y/n)’s best friend after all the things she said about you.”
“What did she say?” His eyes traveled down to you who lowered your head, but he could still see the red tips of your ears and the shy smile on your lips before looking back at Seonghwa who had his eyebrows slightly raised at the two of you. Clearing his throat, Jongho turned his attention to the senior. “Either way, it was a pleasure to meet you too Seonghwa.”
The older one just nodded with a small smirk your way before kissing the top of your head and walk out of the library. Jongho’s leg bouncing like crazy under the desk, trying to not demonstrate how that small interaction made his intestines twist, his jealous curiosity trying to figure it out how did you two got so close so fast. It was only when he saw your raised eyebrows that he notices he had been staring, again.
“Okay, spit it out,” you crossed your arms on top of the book, your eyes analyzing his face, “he is nice, you seemed to like him, so why that frown on your head is present?”
“I don’t have a frown,” the bouncing getting worse as he turned his eyes away from you, who quickly kicked his still leg under the table, getting a surprised look. “That hurt,” you just smiled tilting your head making him sigh, “how long have you known him though? You plan on having him at your place, are the guys okay with that?”
A shadow of confusion crossed your face before a wide cocky smile take place as you pointed your pen to him.
“You didn’t listen to anything we talked about, did you?” Jongho sighs and lower his head before hearing you scoff and kick him again, making him eye you annoyed. “You didn’t listen to what you agreed and now you are jealous?”
“I’m not jealous,” although he tried to change the topic, you didn’t bulge, throwing the pen you were holding towards him, making him glare at you before shaking his head. “Okay, maybe I didn’t listen to everything, but that doesn’t mean I’m jealous!”
“If you say so,” the victorious smile you had almost made Jongho say something, but what he really wanted was to kiss that away. So what he was jealous? “Either way, you better control your not-jealous face tomorrow, Hwa and Joong are already -”
“Why tomorrow?” You eyed him shaking your head. “What did I agree to?”
“You’ll find out tomorrow once we arrive at Hwa’s place.”
“You barely know him and you calling him ‘Hwa’ and planning on going to his house and-”
“With you,” you cut him slightly annoyed but still amused, you loved when Jongho showed his jealous and protective side, trying to ignore how your heart was beating out of your chest because of that, “I’m going there with you tomorrow, as you agreed, and while you do what you agreed, me and Seonghwa will work on our projects.”
“And what the hell am I doing there?”
The cheeky smile you sent his way make him swallow hard, before you shake your head focusing back on your books.
“That’s on you for not paying attention and agreeing to something you don’t even know what it is.”
Although he tried his best, he couldn’t hold back a smile at your words and the smile you sent him. He couldn’t tell you he just said yes without thinking because it was you who had asked him. He couldn’t pretend he would say ‘yes’ to whatever it was that you might ask of him. He was down bad for his best friend, that was the truth as much as he tried to hide it.
“Earth to lover boy!” Before he could process, one of the cushions of the couch found his head making Jongho glare at two of his roommates, noticing as they exchanged smiles, San shaking his head, as Wooyoung appeared to be having the time of this life. “What did you and (y/n) do today? You are more distant than usual.”
“Nothing happened, what you talking about?”
Jongho sigh and joined them on the couch, San’s eyes lingered on the youngest one a little longer, but before anyone could say anything, Yeosang appeared on the hall, a towel on his shoulder and his clothes in a basket, a knowing smile on his lips, making all the other frown.
“You are not a good liar Jjong,” Yeosang laughed putting his laundry in as all three waited patiently for the older one to emerge. “I saw you three at the library.”
“Three?”
San and Wooyoung said in unison, but Jongho lips were sealed shut, cursing Yeosang as his smile grew wider. The eldest was an innocent angel most of the times, but he could be even more wicked than Wooyoung when he wanted to.
“Jjong and (y/n) were talking when Park Seonghwa entered the library joining them.”
“Wait, THE Park Seonghwa?”
Yeosang nodded at San’s question, both quick to understand why Jongho was sulking so much, but Wooyoung needed more, he always needed more and Jongho was starting to serious considering killing his best friends at that moment.
“The Park Seonghwa? Perfect, handsome, hot looking guy Park Seonghwa? The one that can have any pussy and dick he wants at any time, just by looking at someone?” San and Yeosang tried to hide a laugh as Jongho’s head slightly turned to focus on the second youngest that was still processing the fact that Seonghwa had been around Jongho and you in the afternoon. “Oh, I’m not condemning (y/n), that dick is probably a 10/10!”
“Woo!”
The other two said the same time Jongho’s fist found Wooyoung’s arm, make the other complain in pain holding his arm.
“What? If Jjong isn’t gonna act he can’t be mad if other guys show interest in (y/n)!” Everyone knew Wooyoung was right, Jongho even sigh holding his head down, the image of you and Seonghwa still carved in his brain. “Look, (y/n) is beautiful, smart, kind, funny, any guy would want a girl like that, you can’t blame Seonghwa for that, but,” all eyes turned to him, a cheeky grin on Wooyoung’s lips before he focused on Jongho, “that doesn’t mean you are out of the race, not until he asks and she accepts being with him.”
“Wooyoung is right,” San said with a smile, following the line of the thoughts Wooyoung was trying to show, Yeosang quickly joining them, also understanding what his friend was saying, all three receiving a head shake from Jongho. “C’mon Jjong, you know Woo is right!” As Jongho lifted his head, the others tried to hide a smile, maybe this time he’d listen and finally ask you out. “Why don’t you ask her out tomorrow? Go to the diner, pretend is a normal day and ask her out, ask her to give you a chance, but check first if her and Seonghwa aren’t together.”
“We are going to Seonghwa’s apartment tomorrow,” a groan escapes all their mouths, but Yeosang was quick to stand up, his thinking face making itself visible for all of them. “What is it Yeo?”
“Know your enemy!” All the others kept waiting for Yeosang to finish as we shook his head seating back down, a smart smile on his lips. “First, do you know why you two going to his house?” Jongho shook his head making the others giggle.
“He was probably too busy staring at (y/n).”
Jongho joked he was gonna hit Wooyoung again, making the second youngest try to hide behind San, making the other three laugh.
“I mean, you are not entirely wrong,” he sighs and noticed the other three waiting for him to explain what had happened, “I mean, once he was there, I tried to ignore how she was looking at him, I mean, have you seen the guy?!” All the other nodded, but Jongho ignored sighing, the image of you smiling and giggling with Seonghwa coming back into his mind like a slap in the face. “So, I tried to focus on my studies, which didn’t really work, until she asked me a question and I just nodded agreeing -”
“Yeah, because you are down bad!”
“A simp of the worst kind!”
“Bet you were just trying not to get caught drooling over her.”
He scoffs shaking his head at his best friends’ remarks, getting out the couch hearing them complaining before turning with a hidden smile.
“Look, I know I’m a simp okay? How could I not be? Not when she looks and acts like that!”
“I mean, she’s not too far behind you, so -”
“What you talking about, San?”
The older ones exchanged looks. It wasn’t uncommon for them to turn to Jongho saying you had a crush on him, that they could tell, but he never really bought that, always thinking they were playing with him, so they had stopped talking about it, even if it was obvious how you two looked at each other whenever you were in the same space.
“The same way you are down bad for her, she is for you.”
Jongho scoffed and the other three rolled their eyes.
“She could have Park Seonghwa on around her pinky! Why would she want me?”
“I agree, I never said she was good in the head,” the face Jongho made brought a laugh to the two older ones as Wooyoung was quick on his feet with his hands in front of him asking for Jongho to wait for him to finish, “look, all I’m saying is that you two are blind when it comes to each other, okay? You may not see the way she looks at you, but everyone else does.”
“Why you think people don’t usually come at her asking for a date?” Yeosang continued, standing up just like Wooyoung, standing in front of Jongho with arched eyebrows. “You may be a teddy bear, but you are fucking scary when you want and the looks you give to any guy that approaches her gives us the chills!”
“She dated before, what you guys talking about?”
“She dated because she was tired of waiting for you and someone else took the initiative,” San joined the other two in front of Jongho making the younger one groan in frustration, “look, we don’t know if (y/n) and Seonghwa are together or something, it may be just a homework thing, Seonghwa is an outgoing person, he talks to a lot of people, it may not be what you think.”
“You didn’t see the way he looked at her.”
“Was it anything like you look at her?”
“What was that supposed to mean Yeosang?”
“Did it look like she held the sun, moon and stars, the air in his lungs, like a ray of sunshine after a gloomy day, or -”
“I don’t look at her like that,” he cut Wooyoung making all the other three leave snarky smiles at that comment. “Do I look at her like that?”
“Only when you know she’s not looking at you.”
San commented putting a hand on Jongho’s shoulder pulling him back to the couch and seating him down by the shoulders, the other three circled him with knowing smiles, maybe that was the last push he needed to finally grow a pair and talk to you about his feelings, feelings everyone knew you also had for him, except himself.
“Fine, what do I have to do?”
He was a coward.
He was the most coward person you could ever find.
In his defense, you ended up going to the house first, so he couldn’t bring up anything before, as originally planned and, once he arrived, you were already working on your project with Seonghwa in the living room as you two guided him to meet with Hongjoong.
He needed someone to sing this ballad he had done, but the lyrics were still a mess, and his voice wasn’t as fitting for the song as was expected, the instrumental was almost done, but without the person to sing it, it felt hollow, broken, exactly like the words Eden used to described one of Hongjoong’s latest works.
If he was honest, Jongho liked the lyrics and the instrumental, he knew the song was incomplete, but he liked it nonetheless, the instrumentals were heavenly, as you were so quick to say once Hongjoong finally showed you what he was working on. That was when all his courage fell into pieces.
“Hongjoong! How is this even better than before the summer break? You are a music genius, don’t listen too much into Eden’s words!”
And you kissed him.
On the cheek.
But it was still a kiss.
Seonghwa’s hands firm on your waist, Hongjoong holding your hand with a shy smile.
You and Seonghwa being way too comfortable with each other never made so much sense until that point. You two were hooking up, or almost at it. His hand always on you, waist, hip, shoulder, arm, you name it! He had lost his chance, again.
“- that’s why Jongho is here, right bear?”
Your eyes lit up to find his, a shadow of something caught you off guard, but he quickly nodded, the shadow no longer there, but still made you question what had happened.
“Yeah sure, but I still don’t know how much of a help I can be.”
“Our little angel said your voice is incredible, we need someone to sing that song Joong is writing.”
Our little angel.
God he just wanted to die at that moment.
All the others noticed something was wrong, but as you stepped closer, Hongjoong quickly moved his chair as Seonghwa pulled you closer to him.
“Look, you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to, (y/n) showed us some of the recordings from your singing and you have one of the most amazing voices I’ve ever heard and I could also use of another music major for this, you’ll have your credit, don’t worry about that, but I want this to be memorable, perfect even, and I think you can help me achieve that if we work together.”
It was a love song.
You could easily tell by the guide Hongjoong had done with the lyrics he had it done, adding the soft melodic instruments the song was incredibly powerful. Jongho’s eyes found yours, they had concern in them, you were blaming yourself for the discomfort he was feeling, probably because you knew he was shy and singing in front of millions – although it was his dream – was still something too far away to grasp, even with the tips of his fingers.
The fact you had showed them the singing videos, how they acted around you, their little angel, it was more than obvious to him that you and Seonghwa were a thing, you were just trying to find a way to let him know. Hell, he knew you loved to hear him sing, maybe he could use that song to let you know how he felt, all the feelings he harbored for you could go into that song, a small letting go present. He could never be with you, because regardless of his friends’ avid points, you weren’t in love with him like he was with you.
In love.
God how something so beautiful can be such a painful thing?
“I’ll do it.”
And that was how he found himself in Hongjoong and Seonghwa’s place every other weekend. He and Hongjoong working on the song, while you and Seonghwa were somewhere in the apartment as he tried not to notice whenever your laugh became too loud or you two became too quiet, trying not to focus on the idea that you two might be in his room while he was -
“What’s up with you today?”
The song was quickly cut out as Hongjoong stared at Jongho, your muffled laugh and scream managing to pass the soundproof situation Hongjoong created so they could work on the music before using the studio the music students were allowed in only for the final version.
“Nothing is wrong, sorry, I’ll focus I -”
Both were cut as steps were felt on the other side of the door and Hongjoong noticed how Jongho’s face fell as your muffled scream was heard along with Seonghwa’s laugh.
“You do know they are just friends, right?” Jongho’s eyes peaked up at the ‘friends’ word, trying to ignore the smirk that appeared on the elder’s face. “God you two are infuriating, Hwa was right, damn it.”
“What you talking about? They are just friends? But -”
“Seonghwa is in a relationship,” Jongho stopped talking at that, waiting as Hongjoong sighed raising his eyebrows, “me and him are together, we call (y/n) our angel because otherwise we wouldn’t have happened.”
“So… All of this… What -”
�� “You two are just as idiots as we were,” Hongjoong got up from the chair getting closer to Jongho that was still processing the information, “your voice wasn’t the only reason why we made her talk to you to participate, but also because we wanted to be sure you were just as into her as she is into you.”
“Oh,” he said as he tried to ignore the image of Wooyoung saying ‘I told you so’ popping into his mind. “How can you be sure?”
“Because she told us,” at Jongho’s shocked eyes Hongjoong laughed loudly before going towards the computer playing the song they have been working on for the past month, as it came to an end, the elder’s eyes found the younger ones at the ground. “Did you write those parts thinking about her?”
“That obvious?” Jongho sat down on the couch looking into the sheet of paper with the lyrics, missing the way Hongjoong eyed him. “She’s my best friend Hongjoong, I- I can’t fuck this up and lose her, what if -”
“Can I suggest something?” Jongho’s eyes lifted to meet with Hongjoong’s analytical ones, a simple nod was all he managed to give in response. “Tomorrow you two leave early, you take her back to your place, we’ll talk to Yunho and Mingi and make them find a way to keep her away from the house, you get your roommates out and shoot your shot, but do it properly, she deserves something great after all the time you made her wait.”
Having only Wooyoung, Yeosang and San up his ass about you was nothing compared into having Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Yunho and Mingi as well. Unlucky for him, Seonghwa easily got one of his roommates’ numbers, since he already had Yunho and Mingi’s, and it was easy to make a group chat which made Jongho almost killed Wooyoung for the nth time every time he saw the group chat name pop up.
wooyoung @ please get the baby laid
okay, so san is taking care of the fort with yeo
I’m almost done with the food, who is coming to pick us up?
yunho @ please get the baby laid
I will, if hwa and joong do it she’ll suspect
mingi @ please get the baby laid
she already suspects something is up bc we said she cant come home
yunho @ please get the baby laid
yeah, bc your excuse was shit
hongjoong @ please get the baby laid
it was a horrible excuse, but since it was mingi she let it slide
seonghwa @ please get the baby laid
also bc jjong distracted her with books and a trip to the cafe
wooyoung @ please get the baby laid
so I made dinner for nothing?
san @ please get the baby laid
ignore him, we ready, we leaving the food in the oven
yeosang @ please get the baby laid
yunho don’t forget to grab the chocolate bouquet on your way over!
yunho @ please get the baby laid
I wont, I’m on my way!
“Are you cheating on me?” Jongho never locked his phone a put it away as fast as in that moment, making you raise your eyebrows and open your mouth slightly. “Who is she? Is she prettier than me?”
“Of course not, you are the most beautiful person to walk on earth,” that wasn’t a lie in his view, it was also something he would casually drop at you from time to time, you knew that, but still, always surprised you, awakening the butterflies in your stomach you tried to always keep dormant. “I may be an idiot but I’m not that idiot to be cheating on my favorite girl in this world.”
Ever since yesterday Jongho decided to be bolder, to show more of his true intentions to you, his true feelings, and he was loving every hint of pink and red he could see on your face and ears. It almost made him realize that, maybe, this may work. That the others were right and you both felt the same thing, and God he wish it would be true.
“You can’t say shit like that Jjong!”
“Why not? It’s not a lie.”
Maybe, but you playing with my feelings is a problem, you wanted to scream that at him. Cursing him over and over thanks to all the things he had awoken at the same time in you since the day before once you two left Hwa and Joong’s apartment. You couldn’t lie and pretend you weren’t enjoying the attention, not that you liked the fact that Seonghwa and Hongjoong forgot to tell both of you they had a date with tickets they bought a few weeks prior, or even the fact that Mingi said you couldn’t go home until late at night, you knew he probably would have someone over and wouldn’t want you or Yunho to hear him, so you were more than happy when Jongho said his roommates wouldn’t be home and you could stay there as long as you wanted.
You just didn’t expect all the flirting he was doing, but you would never complain.
“People may think something else,” you focused on your drink and the three hard cover books he bought for you, your fingers lingering a little longer on the titles, his eyes focused on you, observing, trying to get any hint you may give him, “besides, I’ve seen some girls looking at you while we were picking up the drinks, one of them looks really pretty and your type.”
It hurt you to say these, but he was your best friend and nothing more could ever happen, or you may lose him. You didn’t care if Seonghwa, Hongjoong, Yunho and Mingi kept saying you were just running away, taking the easy way out, the cowards way, the thought of possibly losing Jongho was too much of a risk, you preferred to have him as a friend than nothing at all, all because you couldn’t help yourself on falling for your best friend.
“I don’t want them though,” the form he said it, so nonchalant caught your attention, making you eye him curious, trying to hide the hurt that you felt inside, the idea that he may have someone. You knew he had been with other people before, but he never really introduced you to them. Once you realized that you tried to move on, started dating someone, but there was only one man that made you feel wanted and loved, and that man was sitting in front of you drinking his americano. “I already have someone in mind, it would be mean to get involved with someone if I have another on mind, no?”
The entering of the knife was quick, but the twist was tortuously slow, the final blow being the smile he gave you. The smile you loved so much that you had only seen directed to you, but now he’s using it to talk about someone else, someone that it wasn’t you.
“Who is she?”
“You know her,” he chuckled at your reaction before continuing, “but I don’t think she sees me like that much, although the guys say I’m just over thinking it, that she definitely likes me and -”
“She’d have to be crazy not to like you, baby bear,” your hand reached his over the table, it didn’t matter if your heart bled, all you ever want is to see Jongho happy, even if it’s not with you. “You are one of the most incredible human beings I’ve ever met, whoever has your heart will be forever loved and I envy that.”
At his raise of eyebrows, you quickly realized what you had said and tried to pull your hand away, but his fingers wrapped around yours, intertwining your fingers, your eyes quickly went to the girls you saw talking and eyeing Jongho earlier, finding their eyes on your hands before moving away, making a victorious smile play on your lips.
He was still yours for the time being and that was enough.
“What got you all smiley?”
“Nothing,” you said quickly trying to pull your hand away, but his grip was strong but careful around your hand, just like everything he did regarding you, “baby bear, it’s nothing, can I have my hand back?”
You giggled at the pout he gave you, the puppy eyes staring around you two before resting on you again trying to understand what had happened. Your hands quickly found your drink as so did his. While you couldn’t hold a smile while drinking, he couldn’t help his cute little pout at what you had done.
“Want me to be your wingman?” He questioned after a while, making you eye him confused as his eyes fell on your hand that was enveloped by the warmth of his hands not long prior, a small guilt filing your insides. “That’s why you dropped my hand, right? So, show me who he is, I’ll be nice, I promise.”
“It’s not that Jjong,” you said quickly as soon as he stopped, his eyes had a different shine, one that you had seen at the library a few weeks ago when Seonghwa appeared to ask Jongho to sing to Hongjoong’s song, for a second you thought you had made Jongho jealous, and you felt good for a second, until he wanted to leave and you panicked. The control he had over you was surreal and all you wanted was to take his hand on your and kiss it tenderly in front of everyone, “I dropped your hand because…”
“(y/n) it’s okay, I promise I -”
“I have someone in mind too,” you said it so quickly your mind couldn’t follow through, putting a hand in front of your mouth before focusing on your drink, “he also has no idea and, I’ve been into him for a while now, I tried to make him see it, but apparently he doesn’t see me as anything other than a friend and that’s okay, and since we are in a public place, if the girl you have eyes on sees us, it may ruin it for you so I-”
“Wanna go home?”
“You know I can’t go home.”
“Weren’t we going to mines?” His smile was soft; the shadow of a moment ago disappeared. Jongho was good at hiding, it didn’t take you long to realize that, so you nodded getting your coffee as his hands took your books putting on the bag with some other things you bought at the book section. “We can talk about it when we arrive, will that be okay?”
“We don’t have to Jjong.”
The truth was, you didn’t want to hear him talk about the girl that caught his attention, you wanted to be that girl. Once you finally stood up from the table, his right hand found your left making you gasp in surprise on how hot they were despite the ice americano he was having it. That was one of the things you liked the most about Jongho, how warm he always was, how his warmth would always find you and embrace you, always accompanied by the smell of his cologne. Which was one of the reasons you always loved when fall started, because he would lend you some sweatshirts and jumpers with his smell, even when you didn’t ask, he always had them.
As he guided both of you back to his apartment, you allowed yourself to feel the warmth of his hand and body next you whenever you could, cursing at every heavy wind that hit your face taking his cologne and warmth from you, making you involuntarily hide behind him, making him chuckle every time, until he stopped turning to face you. His perfect cupid’s bow just a few centimeters from you, as the wind hit again, he pulled you closer, your hands going around his waist under the coat he had opened, your face hiding against his chest, his cologne clouding your thoughts, but little did you know the effect that had on him.
Seonghwa and Yunho were right when they said you might say you were into someone depending on the situation, and if you did, this guy it would be him. The fact you couldn’t look him in the eye while saying those things, the reaction you had to the girls that flirted with him earlier noticing your intertwined fingers and leaving, how happy you were at that, how right your hand felt in his, the small hurt he saw in your eyes and face at the thought of Jongho liking someone and this person seeing them together. How could he have been so blind for so long? How could you not see how he acted around you?
“Here,” he said stepping a little away from you, both highly aware of how your hands still lingered on his waist, but you couldn’t bring yourself to move away, if he could, he would kiss you right then and there, “we can’t have you catching a cold and stopping to hide behind me everything a wind blows, so…,” his hands swiftly took the scarf off his neck placing around your own, covering your lips and nose, only your eyes visible to him as he took your hand back making you both get back into walking, “we almost home, so we won’t be cold for long.”
You wanted to stop him, to make him hug you again, to feel him close again, but all you did was follow his steps as you started to see the outline of his apartment in the distance. Although you knew none of his roommates were gonna be there, you caught yourself craving Wooyoung’s food. Maybe, just maybe, you could stay until they come back and ask him to make you something, that way you could also spend more time to Jongho.
You have been to his apartment multiple times, but something felt different, probably because you finally realized he might get a girlfriend, that you had lost him for good, because no one in their right mind would let him go, only if they were insane. Which was exactly what you were as you noticed he may never be yours because of how much of a coward you were.
As the sound of the lock along with the turning of the lights made you raise your head, you stopped dead on your tracks. There was a fort blanket in the living room, you could smell Wooyoung’s food – although you couldn’t see it – and you noticed as Jongho stopped behind you, his breathing on your ear as one of his hands found your hip and the other your arm squeezing both lightly, making you gasp.
“Surprise,” the chuckle made you wake up and eye him curious, only receiving a small smirk in response as he headed to the kitchen, your steps were cautious, there was no reason for this to be happening, nothing bad had happened. As your feet led you to the living room, you found fairy lights all over the place, the tv on playing an ambient music, “(y/n), come eat!”
Instantly, Wooyoung’s food filled your lungs and you drooled at the thought of what he had made and why he had made dinner. Were any of the boys in a romantic date before you arrived and didn’t have the time to pull it down? But then why would Jongho tell you it was a surprise? As you finally reached the kitchen, you found a banquet at the island, making you scream a little and jump, making Jongho chuckled before start preparing a plate for the both of you before heading back to the living room. The fort blanket already awaiting the both of you, a small memory from the time you two were children.
For a moment, both of you just enjoyed the meal Wooyoung had made, reminding you to thank him, which made Jongho said to also thank San and Yeosang for building the fort. You wanted to ask him then and there what that was all about, but something stopped you. Maybe it was the way he was enjoying the meal, the comforting silence between the two of you. How your knees touched on occasion but none of you had a care in the world if that kept happening, ignoring the electric shocks that ran through both your bodies.
Jongho changed the ambient sound to one of your comfort shows, the coffee table quickly pushed to the side with both plates on top along with two empty bottles of soju. You two were sitting with the backs on the couch, his left arm lazily hugging your shoulders, the tips of his fingers feather like along your arm, sometimes playing with your hair when you rested your head on his shoulder.
Trying not to think how warm he was, how close he was, how drunk on his cologne you were, how deep in love you were with your best friend. As you moved, Jongho swiftly took your legs putting on top of his, holding them in place as him right hand burned your skin despite the jeans you wore. Ignoring how he pulled you closer, only a little more and you were on his lap, his left arm still enveloping you, caressing your left arm and pulling you closer from time to time as your head on occasion would fall a little more. If you only had the courage, you could easily kiss the crook of his neck, his cologne filling your lungs, it wasn’t like you needed anything more to live if you had him.
When the second episode finished your head was already heavy, barely noticing as Jongho tried to untangle the two of you, a groan escaping your lips making him laugh before kissing your temple, being careful as he started to make some distance between you two. What he didn’t understand was that the groan was for nothing more than the idea of having him far away. His warm, cologne, the homey feeling you had with him whenever you two were together. You now realized what you were going to miss the moment he asks out the girl he has eyes on, you were going to lose him, even if he was never actually yours.
You watched as he took the plates on his hands. The third episode had started, but all you could do was stare at the spot Jongho was prior. All you could feel was how your skin burned and body ached to be closer to him again. His flirty demeanor had got to you. All the feelings you fought so greatly every day for the past years to keep low, he brought to the surface.
“(y/n)?” Your eyes turned to the spot Jongho had left, finding a chocolate bouquet before you could see him coming back to the fort. The smile on your lips made his gummy smile becoming more visible. “I was supposed to give this to you on the way out, but couldn’t wait,” his shy smile had returned as you took the chocolate bouquet in your arms, fingers trying to see all the chocolates that were there before eye him with startled eyes, “too much? Too much, right? Okay, sorry I -”
“Jjong, what is all of this?”
“What you mean?”
You sigh putting the bouquet down.
You wanted to say it wasn’t too much, not really, but with everything he was doing, it was. He was playing with your feelings, even if he didn’t know about them. The talk from earlier came back to you, maybe he was trying to make you feel better? Maybe, Mingi, Yunho or Hongjoong had said something to him about your crush on him without saying your name and now he wanted to cheer you up?
A small chuckle left your lips, because that’s definitely something Jongho would do.
That’s one of the reasons you love him so much.
Love.
You were in love with you best friend, all it took was for him to flirt with you openly for a day for you to admit that. You sigh as your eyes returned to the bouquet to focus on him again, a small pout on his lips. He thought you hated it everything he did, which made you hate yourself at that.
“You said surprise, but nothing happened for us to have a movie fort blanket night and the boys not being here…,” you noticed how his head focused on the way your hand enveloped his own, the warmth not only staying in your hand as his eyes found yours. “Jongho, what’s this? If this is yours and the guys’ way of saying it’s okay for the guy I like not to -”
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” His eyes were focused on you, making you suddenly feel self-conscious, trying to shy away but at the same time wanting his attention on you, wanting the way he was looking at you. “I don’t mean on the outside, of course you are beautiful on the outside, but I meant as a whole, you are beautiful, incredible, talented, intelligent, kind, and so much more that I could spend the rest of our lives telling you about it,” you gulped but didn’t move away as Jongho approached you slightly, testing the waters, “I’m sorry it took me too long to notice, I’m sorry for being a coward and take too long to say it, but -”
He cut himself looking to both your hands. You weren’t responsive; you were a statue watching him declare his love for you, he was questioning himself again, all the signs he had seen earlier vanished from his mind, the courage to finally tell you his feelings evaporated like water in a hot day, he started to sulk in his seat, mad at himself, as he felt your hand touch his cheek, an electric current going through his body full speed as he raised his eyes to meet your halfway.
“Jjong, please...”
You couldn’t finish, because you too were a coward.
You loved him, but did he love you too? Was that his way of confessing that he wanted you just as bad you wanted him? For just as long as you wanted him?
“I love you, (y/n),” he saw the moment your breathing stopped, how your hand fell from his face, your warmth going away with it, your eyes a mix of feelings that he couldn’t follow, “you are the one I like (y/n), you are the one I love.”
It was like your brain stopped functioning, your eyes watered and Jongho panicked for a second before holding his hand that was going to wipe your tear away.
“Please don’t joke about this, not about this, Jjong.”
“I could never joke about my feelings for you, (y/n), ever.”
The small smile was all he needed before leaning closer to you, slowly, watching your every reaction, expecting the denial he always thought he’d find if he confessed his love, but instead you met him halfway. A simple and tender touch of lips made both of your bodies combust. Eyes meeting for half a second before he pulls you closer to him again and you obliged to his wants, because kissing him was all you had on your mind since you were thirteen.
His hands were firmly on your hips pulling you to him as you were quick to put each leg on either side of his left leg, your hands messing up his hair, the kiss was hungry, urgent, just like his hands as he explored your back, ass and thighs. None of you cared about breathing, it was an inconvenient at best, you could live without air, but you couldn’t live without feeling each other’s lips anymore.
You whined as his lips disconnected from your mouth finding your jaw, teeth sinking into your skin as you pulled Jongho’s hair, the moan reverberating on your skin. Your whole body ignited at that sound, wanting to hear it more, you needed to hear it more. As you let your body weigh down, you felt his thigh under you, God how you imagined this scenario so many times before. Instinctively you started to move your hips slowly against his thigh, making him stop kissing your neck and look up at you.
One of his hands hugged your thigh, the other firm on your waist as your movements became more preeminent. As your head finally lowered finding his hungry eyes observing your features as you rocked your hips on his thigh, embarrassment quickly flooded you, making you stop and try to move away from him. Instead of letting you, his hand on your thigh found your back and pulled you closer to him.
You could feel the pool in between your legs, the arousal making you uncomfortable, begging you to continue, but something was holding you back, and you couldn’t stare at Jongho in the eyes. As his arm enveloped your waist, his left hand found your face, fingers lightly on your chin making you meet his eyes.
The hunger was still there, the lust, but they were tender, careful, the effect of feeling secured in his embrace along with the eyes of admiration and understanding made your whole body burn as he pulled you closer, locking your lips again. It was calm, almost experimental. Your arms were quick on his shoulders as your hands found the nap of his neck, one of them playing with his hair as the kissed deepened.
It was only when you felt his hands on your hips guide you across his thigh and the friction you felt making you moan in between the kiss, that you forced the break eyeing him curious. The smirk was present, but it wasn’t cocky, it was wholesome.
“Am I dreaming?”
He chuckled as he pulled you closer to him by your hips, moving them so gently on top of his thigh as he flexed them, thanks to the clothes the movement wasn’t very perceptive, also because you buckled your hips up as you felt his muscle against your clothed core, making him chuckle a little more.
“So, you’ve dreamed about me?”
“Jjong, please…,” his hands again moved your hips against his thigh making you bite your lip but not break eye contact this time. “I may have had a few dreams about you yes.”
“Did I made you feel good on them?” You nodded as his hands pulled your hips down, flexing his thigh as you were now in control of your own hips. “I’ve had them too, you know?” Your half-lidded eyes causing his pants to be an even bigger bothersome as a small moan left your mouth. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
“Jjong?”
“Yeah?”
“Shut up and make me feel good, yeah?”
“Anything for you, my love.”
With that his mouth lashed back into yours as he guided your hips across his thighs. As you couldn’t help but keep your mouth open from the stimulation, his mouth found your neck, going all the way down to your chest, open mouth kisses being left on the open cleavage, eyes on you at every single movement he made.
You were so busy riding his thigh that you barely realized his hands were no longer on your hips as one of them went under your shirt, the tips of his fingers tingling against your burning skin as his other hand had a grip on your thigh. The build up on your lower stomach making it harder for you to concentrate as his hands grabbed those both parts of your body, you were sure your waist would have the imprint of his hands.
“Oh God, please-fuck,” your breathing was hollow, your legs ached but you couldn’t stop, it was too close to grasp, your fingers digging onto Jongho’s shoulder as you felt his lips on your neck again, his hand on your thigh pulling it more apart making your whole body weigh rest on his thigh as he flexed it once again, making a cried moan leave your lips, “fuck, Jjong, so good.”
“Let it go sweetheart, I’m here, this is just the first of the night,” you shot your eyes open finding the smirk present and he quickly gave you a peck on the lips, hands back on your hips as he kept making you move them, “use me for now, I wanna see you come undone on my thigh, please.”
It was the ‘please’ that made you lose it.
Your whole body trembled as you pulled Jongho’s face close to you as his hands gently moved your hips running you out of your high as your swollen lips let go of his own. He was glowing under you, his eyes were shining like a stary night and all you wanted was for this to never end, if it were a dream so you would never wake up.
As his hands came back into roaming your body, you came to your senses.
You had just cum by riding his thigh.
He saw the small panic look in your eyes and pulled you closer to him, kissing your lips as he lifted you up, his right leg quickly joining the left under you as you straddled him properly. Once again pulling you down on him, making you feel his bulge under you, making you both moan before making eye contact.
“This is real.”
“As real as it can be sweetheart,” he pulled you closer again kissing you tenderly as you rocked your hips against the outline of his cock, a moan escaping both your mouths as you allowed your weight down on his lap. “Are you sure you wanna keep going?”
“Do you?”
“I asked you first,” his small smile was back as you backed away from him, although you never stopped moving your hips, feeling him getting harder and harder under you, closing his eyes trying to control his breathing making you smile. “Sweetheart, I love you, but I can’t keep going unless you tell me you want me to.”
“I thought I said I wanted you to make me feel good, baby bear.”
You smile as your hands went to the back of his head playing with his hair pulling slightly making him groan, your smile widening at that as his hands gripped your ass squeezing it harshly making you moan.
“Guess I shall make your dreams come true then.”
“Please do.”
He smiled as in a swift move he turned you both and put you on the couch, your hips on the edge with him between your legs. Although you said it was okay, his eyes still lingered on your face as he unbuttoned your jeans sliding them away from your body before tossing them somewhere in the fort. Your thighs shut as his hands went to your knees, gently putting force to see if you were having second thoughts.
Why was he so thoughtful and careful?
You decided that after this, was your time to make him feel good, but right now you wanted his head between your thighs. At that you spread your legs, a mix of embarrassment and confident took hold of your body as you watched him take in your soaked panties. His eyes finding yours once again and you nodded, feeling the tingle in the base of your stomach coming back.
His fingers taking the last piece of fabric between you and his mouth, ever so gently, still watching every single one of your reactions. The truth was, neither of you could believe this was happening, it all felt like a dream, but it was real. It was real and Jongho would do his best for this to be the best night of your life.
As your panties finally met the ground, his eyes focused on your dripping cunt as you held the urge to close your legs, but he noticed the twitch, his focused was on you as he slowly and gently held your legs open, his lips kissing all the way to your left knee to your mid-thigh, before closing in on your hip, looking at you one last time, finding pure lust in your eyes, making him smile as his lips finally met your throbbing clit.
The gasp came in sync with the jolt of your hips, but Jongho was faster holding them down with a smirk that made you roll your eyes. He was having fun with all your reactions; you couldn’t pretend you weren’t enjoying it as well seeing the smudge grin on his face. Before you could say anything, his lips found your clit again, but this time, kitty licks were added to it, making you squirm a little as he held your hips down.
He licked a long stripe at your dripping cunt before starting to suck on your clit, making your back arch as you moaned loudly, your right hand quickly finding his hair pulling it harshly as you were still a little dazed from your previous orgasm. Your hips quickly moving trying to build more friction as Jongho lifted your left leg over the couch, holding you open with his right side as his left hand left your hips, one finger quickly prying at your entrance as he sucked in on your clit.
Once his face left your cunt, two fingers quickly entered you, as he curled them inside, a small kiss was left on your clit making you jolt and whine before forcing his face back into your throbbing bud of nerve as his fingers nimbly worked you up to your second orgasm of the night. You left hand finding your breast and squeezing it just enough to help you build the pressure.
“Fuck Jjong, keep going like this, fuck!”
“You like my fingers or my mouth better?”
As you didn’t answer he slowed down his movements making you groan.
“Both, fuck, please! I can’t choose, Jjong, please, I like both!”
“Good girl, so, cum on them, please sweetheart.”
Your hand pulled more of his hair making the groan reverberate through your body from your clit. God how he knew how to use his mouth and fingers! As you felt your second orgasm coming your legs started to shake and Jongho picked up the pace, his fingers curling inside of you are he went back to suck on your clit.
You cursed before a screamed moan leave your lips, legs trembling as your whole body felt heavy, limbs falling into the couch as he helped you out of your high. Closing your legs gently before getting up and to get you some water and a wet cloth. As he did that, your eyes found the tent in his pants, holding his wrist, his attention quickly falling back on you.
“Where you going?”
“Getting you some water and something to clean you up.”
“Are we already done?”
He smiled at your question. You were clearly fucked out, and yet you forced your legs out of the couch, eyes focused on him.
“Use your words sweetheart, what do you want?”
He squatted in front of you, his lips and nose glistering with your juice, and God you wanted to feel them again, and so you leaned in catching him by surprise at first before he cages you against the couch, your legs opening again as stood there in between them, kissing you like his life depended on it, while his hands held you like you were glass. A small peck was left on his lips as one of your hands held his face, the thumb lingering on his perfectly swollen cupid’s bow lips, a smile forming in yours.
“I don’t want this to end, please Jjong, please I need you, I need all of you.”
“Fuck-” he murmured under his breath as he looked down at your cunt, at the mess you had made on the couch, the mess he helped create. His eyes lingered on the tent in his pants, how his hard leaking cock was already painfully present and all he could think about was you and how you’d feel around his cock. “I’m not fucking you on the couch.”
“Then take me to your room,” you caged him with your legs on his waist and arms on his neck, his laugh brought a light smile to your lips, God you loved that man, you loved every little piece of him, and you wanted him so badly right now. “Stop being such a gentleman, I know you want this as much as I do.”
“One of us need to keep our minds clear.”
“C’mon baby bear, please!” You whined with a pout making him smile as his eyes focused on your face, his hands lazily on your thigh and waist, you knew you had him. “I’ll be good, promise.”
“I just still think I’m dreaming?, I guess?”
“You are not,” you laughed kissing him gently on the lips, feeling him wrapping his arm around your waist as grip your thigh tighter, “you know how I know this isn’t a dream?”
“How, oh my oh mighty?”
You hit his shoulder making you both laugh before play with his hair, pulling it out of his face, a small smile plastered on both your lips.
“Because this is so much better than any other dream I had of us.”
At the raising of his eyebrows, you giggled pulling him in for another kiss.
“So, we never actually had sex on any of your dreams?”
“That’s classified information, only to be revealed after the act.”
You laughed loudly as he rolled his eyes to the back of his head, but gasping at the sudden yank he gave to your body, making both arms and legs hold him tighter, one hand firmly on your thigh as his other arm, held you by the waist making you giggle as you both left the fort heading towards his room. Your lips finding his neck kissing every single space you could, feeling his fingers sink more into your skin.
As he let you on to the bed you finally let go of him, his hands quick to take off your shirt as yours worked swiftly to remove his own shirt and pants, and soon, the only piece of clothing either of you had was the boxers he was wearing. Precum staining the fabric already stretch out because of how hard Jongho was. Your eyes fixed on his boxers, he was thick, a little longer than usual, but thick.
You barely noticed his fingers finding your jaw until the moment he lifted your head to face him, a smirk plastered on his lips as he noticed your eyes lingering on his body. You had seen him without a shirt before, you know he is built, he just preferred to hide his muscles and you didn’t mind that one bit. If not showing his physic he already had a line of women and men after him, if they could see him like this, it would multiply by the hundred.
No, this was all for you.
He was yours.
He loved you.
Just like you loved him.
Your eyes fall to his boxers again with a questioning look, making him chuckle before taking those out. If you thought your mouth was watering, now it had truly become a waterfall. He was a little longer than average, but he was so thick. You reached your hand to touch him, but his hand quickly stopped you.
“C’mon Jjong, let me help.”
A simple nod and you started to work on him, the precum quickly being used as part of lubricant as your lips found the red leaking head, a small kiss left there, just like he had done with your clit on the couch not long ago. Your knees quickly finding the ground as you were quick to lick his shaft, the moans that left his mouth only igniting the fire inside you.
Your mouth and hand worked skillfully on him, his hand tangled to your hair helping guide the pace, every so often you’d look up only to meet him with his eyes closed and mouth open, small moans leaving his lips as you worked him up. A smirk always present as you noticed the reaction of your body to your hands and mouth on his cock.
“(y/n),” he was breathless and although you raised your head towards him, your hands didn’t stop moving, “fuck, your mouth is so perfect, you are perfect.”
You took him into your mouth once again. You knew he was close. He started to thrust into you, controlling more of your head movements, he wasn’t gonna last long. You felt him empty himself on your throat the same moment the most beautiful moan you ever hear came out of his lips, you took it all in, swallowing quickly as he pulled you in for another kiss.
Your legs were still trembling from earlier, but it didn’t matter as held your body close to him.
His taste on your mouth, your taste on his.
“Jjong, please.”
You whined against his lips as he nodded guiding you to the bed. The mattress sinking under you as you laid on your back, your legs open so he could fit in between them, his cock already getting hard again as he pumped himself up.
“You sure about this?” You nodded as he reached for the drawer, already knowing he was looking for a condom, the change in expression was all you needed to know. He didn’t have one. “Fuck, (y/n) I-”
“I trust you.”
You pulled his face to you, kissing him gently before locking your legs around him.
“Are you sure?” You just nodded before he kissed you again. “I’ll pull it out.”
In all honesty all you wanted was him inside of you, to feel him fully, nothing else mattered.
You felt his tip at your entrance, his eyes went to you once again, doubt filling them up.
“Jongho, I’m not a virgin, I’ve had sex before.”
Despite the words, your tone was serene. You knew him well enough to know he was scared to hurt you, the thing was, you knew he never would.
“But this is your first time with me, and I intend to make it the most pleasurable to you, I don’t care about anything else but that.”
His lips found yours once again. As his tongue slipped into your mouth you felt him stretching you out, a moan leaving your lips as he moved to kiss your neck. Slowly, every inch of you was touched by Jongho. You had never felt fuller in your life. As you opened your eyes, his were careful watching your reactions.
“You can move,” you bit your bottom lip as his hips started to move back and forth, you could feel every inch of him. Slowly he picked up the pace, thrusting into you, hitting your cervix every time he thrusted in too deeply, but you couldn’t care less, especially not when his fingers found your clit, circle movement making you moan in pleasure as his thrusts gotten sloppier. “Fuck, Jjong, ye-yes! Please, right fucking there, oh fuc-fuck-fuck!”
“You are so tight, so perfect for me, taking me so well sweetheart,” his lips found your again and both hands held your waist again holding you in place, “fuck I won’t last long.”
“Me neither, fuck!”
You bit down his shoulder, your nails digging into his back, the scratch marks were probably gonna be visible for quite some time. Jongho hid his face on your neck biting down as his thrusts got deeper, erratic, neither of you would last long. His thrusts quickly slowed down, but before you could complain, his hand was back into your clit, circle quick movements as his thrusts kept being sloppier. He wanted you to come first.
At that you held your breasts, pinching your nipples as you allowed yourself to feel everything he was giving you. As you clenched even more around him, both cussed and moan loudly. The third wave finally hit you as one of your hands squeezed your boob, while the other found his forearm that was moving your clit, hold it to a stop.
With a small nod he pulled out, hand already pumping himself as he watched you underneath him, like he had always wanted you to be, like he had always dreamed. White stripes of hot cum soon were splattered around your torso, one hitting high enough to reach your chin, making the two of you laugh as Jongho collapsed on your side.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”
Before you could say anything, he got up heading to the bathroom. You could hear water running before steps could be heard. His hands worked quickly and carefully to clean you up, taking extra care with the overstimulated areas. You took your time to observe him.
You were definitely lucky to have him.
The giggle that escaped your lips making his eyes snap at you, a tint of red appearing on his ears as he put the towel away, ignoring your giggles as he went to grab you two a bottle of water returning to the room, finding you in the same position, a small smile plastered on your lips. All you did was point to the side of the bed with your head and he smiled pulling the covers, as he knew you two would soon feel cold.
His back to the mattress as your leg went over his. His arm stretched out as your head laid on his shoulder, the tips of his fingers caressing your bare skin light enough to tickle at points. Your arm going towards his neck, a small caress on his cheek before he faced you. A silent conversation. Realization of what had happened. The dream was real. You two liked each other. Loved each other.
“I love you, baby bear.”
“I love you, sweetheart,” he kissed your forehead pulling you in closer, making you giggle. “You are everything I could ever need or want, thank you for choosing me.”
“I’ll always choose you, Jjong.”
A small simple kiss, but full of meaning was the last exchange that happened between you two before you two fell asleep.
As the sun entered the room, you groaned stretching your sore muscles, realizing an arm was around your waist, you were naked and not in your room. Your head quickly snapped remembering what had happened the night before, finding a sleepy Jongho hugging you like his life depended on it. A small smile took form on your lips as everything came back to you, making you realize it really wasn’t a dream.
“I’d stop moving if I was you,” he’s hoarse morning voice made an electric current flow throughout your body and reach your core, you knew your body was sabotaging you, making you hyper aware of the growing hard on Jongho had up your ass, how his hand was so close to your breasts, “you know, morning wood is not fun…”
You laughed, receiving a groan from Jongho as he pulled you even closer to him, hiding his nose on the nape of your neck. The small tap on his arm around your waist was enough for him to loosen up his grip, but before he could complain you were facing him, hyper aware of his hard cock pressing your lower belly. His questioning eyes at your smirk was everything it took for him to shut up.
“Luckly, you have someone to help you with that…”
Your hand swiftly moved in between your bodies finding Jongho’s hard cock, playing with the tip, observing his face change expressions as you worked on his morning wood.
“You don’t have to-”
“I know, but I want to.”
Your body moved up and away just enough so his cock was at your entrance, your hand holding it still as your leg went above his hips, allowing you to grind on his cock, wetting it on your own dripping cunt. Both moaning lowly as his hand fell on your hip, your hand quickly putting the tip of his cock at your entrance.
“Fuck- have I told you, you are perfect already?”
“I could use the reassurance.”
You giggled as you felt him enter you, he almost stopped at your expression. You were still sore from last night and he was thicker than normal, but you held him in place, nodding as he kept pulling inch by inch inside of you, until you were full, staying like for a while, just until you felt adjusted to his size, feeling him twitch inside you from time to time, clenching around him whenever that happened making you both laugh at that.
“Jjong?” He hummed, eyes picking up on you as you called his name. “Can you please, move?”
“Will you be okay?”
“Mhm, promise, just move, please.”
As his length moved slowly in and out of you, the moans that escaped your mouths at every breath, yours considerably louder than his, as he also took the time to kiss along your neck as your hands messed up his hair even more.
This time it wasn’t rushed, not that last night had been, but this time it was different, more intimate. You could feel your orgasm arriving, you knew he was close as to how he grabbed your hips at every thrust.
You two were so into the moment, that you barely noticed how three voices entered the apartment, how they were quick to move things around, or how steps started to grow closer to the rooms.
“GOD FORSAKEN FU- SHUT THE FUCKING DOOR NEXT TIME!”
You both stopped at the exact moment Wooyoung’s screams reverberated through the walls of the apartment. Jongho quick to cover you up the best he could before eyeing the door, he could see shadows on the wall, he knew the guys were waiting for him to tell that it was okay to pass to their rooms.
Although he panicked, you couldn’t help but laugh, making him laugh as well before giving you a small kiss before slipping out of you, making you whine at the loss of not only his warmth temperature, but also the emptiness you felt inside. Jongho quickly picked up a random sweatpant and headed towards the door, looking at you for a second before smiling and shutting the door behind him, only to find all three of his roommates with shit eating grins on their faces, despite what had just happened.
Before any of them could say anything, Jongho lifted his finger with a death stare, more specifically directed to Wooyoung who had the cockiest smile the youngest had ever seen. With an annoyed sigh Jongho pointed to his room with his head before opening his mouth, words most directly to Wooyoung than any of the other two.
“Shut it! I don’t wanna hear it!” Wooyoung was the first to try to say something after Jongho’s words, but San quickly eyed him as Yeosang pushed him further on the hallway putting a hand in front of wooyoung’s mouth, leaving both Choi’s behind. The youngest however looked at San with a soft smile as both eyed the door to Jongho’s room before speaking again. “You were right, I was an idiot, okay? Just give us a few minutes.”
“You know Wooyoung won’t let you live it out of it, right?”
Both laughed at San’s words knowing it to be true.
“He can say whatever he wants man, I honestly only care about her, if she doesn’t mind his antics, I couldn’t care less.”
“I’m happy for you, Jjong.”
San said with a small smile, a hand rested on Jongho’s shoulder as he passed the youngest heading to his own bedroom. With a sigh, he opened the door to his room finding you looking at the door with a small smile before tapping on the bed, making him laugh and take a few steps before you stop him pointing to his sweats before you speak again.
“No clothes allowed in, c’mon, take those off.”
“You are a menace, you know that?” His sweats were soon on the floor as he joined you in bed, holding you close in his arms. “I think they can control Wooyoung for like thirty minutes.”
“So, we better make the best of those thirty minutes.”
taglist: @yourlocaljonghoe | @tinyelfperson | @strayteezsimp| @potatomountain | @itstheghostofmypast |
general masterlist here ♡
here's the link for the permanent taglist ♡ !
network: @cultofdionysusnet ♡
©skteezcursed (2024) — all rights reserved. reposting/modification of any kind is not tolerated.
DO NOT REPOST, TRANSLATE, PLAGIARISE OR REPURPOSE.
#cultofdionysusnet#yaya.cjh#yaya.atzimg#choi jongho#ateez#ateez x reader#ateez smut#jongho#choi jongho x reader#choi jongho smut#choi jongho fluff#jongho x reader#choi jongho imagine#jongho smut#jongho ateez#jongho fluff#jongho imagines
545 notes
·
View notes
Text
𝔽𝕖𝕓𝕣𝕦𝕒𝕣𝕪 𝔽𝕚𝕝𝕥𝕙 𝔽𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝟚𝟜
🥀These prompts are hosted by @thelargefrye and myself, masterlist can be seen here
🥀The following is a month full of Ateez smut. Minors, please do not interact. Various tropes and aus will be utilized as I see fit. This is both a challenge and treat for me as a writing, so I hope you can enjoy it with me!
🥀divider made by @cafekitsune on masterlist and all subsequent posts
𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥
🥀Day One: Deepthroating- Wooyoung
🥀Summary: when yunho leaves wooyoung to work on assembling the ship himself, you're left to relieve the stress wooyoung has built up
🥀Day Two: Cheating / Creampie- Jongho
🥀Summary: in which you're assigned the alias as Jongho's wife and he takes that pretty fucking seriously
🥀Day Three: Mirror Sex- Hongjoong
🥀Summary: When you chant Bloody Mary in the mirror to get a glimpse of your future husband, you see the Grim Reaper instead, but those aren't mutually exclusive
🥀Day Four: Public Sex- San
🥀Summary: When San comes to you, the local wise woman (read rumored witch), to get a bullet wound dressed, he's also looking to convince you to let him under your skirts, and your heart
🥀Day Five: Dacryphilia- Yunho
🥀Summary: you guide your golden retriever hybrid boyfriend through his first time and you discover you have an affinity for his pretty face when he cries
🥀Day Six: Auralism / Sensory Deprivation - Mingi
🥀Summary: one the full moon, you play a game of Find and Fuck, where you hunt down Mingi with only the sound of his noises as he masturbates
🥀Day Seven: Voyeurism- Seonghwa
🥀Summary: Seonghwa, in pursuit of knowing your body better for breeding techniques, asks if you could show him how you pleasure yourself. The alien soon learns he likes watching you, like all the aliens do
🥀Day Eight: Experimental / Nipple Play- Yeosang
🥀Summary: after an unfortunate accident with your shears, you visit the doctor, only to be surprised by his magic. fate throws you into a blind date with the doctor and then your curiosity gets the better of you when the blind date develops.
🥀Day Nine: Praise / Long Distance Sex- Yunho
🥀Summary: when Yunho calls you one day, drunk and missing you, you let him guide you through some stress releasing phone sex
🥀Day Ten: Hate Fucking - Yeosang
🥀Summary: when you claim that Yeosang was a man of no emotions and Yeosang demanded you prove yourself right, a passionate and hot sex session follows
🥀Day Eleven: Somnophilia- Mingi
🥀Summary: you make an agreement with your incubus friend that he can feed on you, if only while you’re sleeping
🥀Day Twelve: Mommy Kink - Wooyoung
🥀Summary: wooyoung is just a loser guy in the 2000’s and you’re the hot 2000’s girl that’s considering letting him go down on you… at a cost, of course
🥀Day Thirteen: Uniform - Seonghwa
🥀Summary: When your first mate successfully enacts a mutiny, you’re left with one simple task… to be his cum bucket
🥀Day Fourteen: Threesome / Ritual - San/ Hongjoong
🥀Summary: when San and Hongjoong decide to join your valentine’s day ritual, you get the surprise of a lifetime: a threesome!
🥀Day Fifteen: Femdom / Degradation - Jongho
🥀Summary: as the advisor to a strong lord, and the true power behind the powerful man, you often put Jongho in his place. He adores it, including summoning a certain knight to help, among other degrading acts
🥀Day Sixteen: Cockwarming - Mingi
🥀Summary: when you crave some time with one of your busy boyfriends, the compromise turns out to be everything you need with an unexpected surprise
🥀Day Seventeen: Body Worship - San
🥀Summary: San shows that you deserve to be spoiled like the queen you are, and why exactly he was the one chosen to be your first consort
🥀Day Eighteen: Size Kink - Jongho
🥀Summary: When a particular mission causes you to almost tip over the edge from hero to villain, Jongho is the soothing balm to take your stress away
🥀Day Nineteen: Masturbation / Edging - Yunho
🥀Summary: Yunho decides the best way to stop you from beating him in a race to create the best app in a technology contest is to distract you... with his body
🥀Day Twenty: Soft Dom-Sub / Roleplay - Wooyoung
🥀Summary: when you decide the healthy outlet to a rumored lifestyle with your younger lover is in fact to play out a scenario of a woman cheating on her husband with the pool boy
🥀Day Twenty-One: Aphrodisiacs / Overstim - Hongjoong
🥀Summary: Hongjoong accidentally scratches you with his poisonous tail, and the results because of your mating and Seonghwa’s genetically-spiced saliva, are pleasurable for the both of you
🥀Day Twenty-Two: Double Penetration - Seonghwa/Yeosang
🥀Summary: Yeosang is in love with his best friend AND his best friend’s girlfriend. What he doesn’t know is you have a grand Master plan to bring you all together
🥀Day Twenty-Three: Breeding Kink - Wooyoung
🥀Summary: when you took Wooyoung in as a stray hybrid, you didn’t think about triggering his rut
🥀Day Twenty-Four: Pegging / Feminization - Mingi
🥀Summary: Mingi got all dressed up for you to fuck him with your strap-on
🥀Day Twenty-Five: Free Use / Spit Play - San/Seonghwa
🥀Summary: a new club is opened in the Choi’s territory, your newly required husbands, in your honor and you arrive with Seonghwa and San in order to christen it properly
🥀Day Twenty-Six: Tentacle sex - Yunho
🥀Summary: an incubus thinks you’re a tasty witch snack as a widow, and it’s about to turn your day around
🥀Day Twenty-Seven: Cuckolding - Yeosang/Jongho
🥀Summary: not every couple purchases an android just for the purpose of cuckolding your husband, but it was well worth it’s weight in crypto credits
🥀Day Twenty-Eight: Predator-Prey / Strength Kink - Hongjoong
🥀Summary: when you and your gaming friend learn about a glitch in one of your favorite games, you exploit it on an erotic level
🥀Day Twenty-Nine: Gangbang - ot8
🥀Summary: as the office pet, your duties after hours are completely different
#joongfryefff24#topaz's work#ღatz#ateez smut#kim hongjoong smut#park seonghwa smut#jeong yunho smut#kang yeosang smut#choi san smut#song mingi smut#jung wooyoung smut#choi jongho smut
425 notes
·
View notes
Text
ATEEZ: doms, subs, or switches?
in my opinion, all of ateez are switches.
park seonghwa - switch with a dom preference, except he’s a mommy dom. loves being called mommy by his partner/submissive. he’s also mostly a soft dom. when he feels submissive occasionally he’s very obedient.
“good girl/boy, baby. you always listen to mommy just like he wants you to, mommy loves you.”
kim hongjoong - switch with a dom preference. a hard dom, he expects his partner/sub to be on thier best behavior when they’re feeling submissive. is a very good boy when subby, always listens, but occasionally will act out.
“quit complaining, little one, you decided to be a brat, therefore you suffer the consequences.”
jeong yunho - switch with a dom lean. he will submit if he’s in that headspace/mood. he’s a very soft dom and rarely ever gives punishments unless his partner really fucks up. when submissive he’s the best boy, next to mingi of course.
“good job, baby, daddy is very proud of you, angel.”
kang yeosang - switch with a slight dom preference. he doesn’t mind subbing though if his partner is willing to be dominant. he’s a fair dom, but will punish if he sees necessary. mostly an obedient sub.
“i gave you two chances already, dear. now listen to me and bend over my lap.”
choi san - switch and likes both equally, it just depends on him and his partner’s moods. is a soft dom and obedient sub (for the most part). he’ll occasionally act up just to get attention from his partner.
“sorry mommy, just wanted you to touch me.”
song mingi - switch with a sub preference. a very good boy when submissive. listens to everything his partner/dom says without question and is very polite. very loud as well. when he’s domming he’s a soft dom.
“thank you, mommy, that feels really good”
jung wooyoung - switch with sub preference, like mingi. but unlike mingi he’s very much a brat. when he’s a dom however he’s fair and only really strict when he deems necessary.
“you can spank harder than that, right mommy?” *evil giggle*
choi jongho - switch and likes both equally, just like his groupmate, san. everyone headcannons him as a full hard dom but i don’t agree. imo he’s a soft dom, but can punish if his partner/sub pushes his buttons. he’s a very obedient sweet sub. loves being called ‘baby bear’ when he’s submissive.
*blushing* “i’ll continue to be a good boy for you, mommy, i promise.”
#ateez smut#atz smut#ateez blurbs#ateez imagines#atz imagines#hongjoong smut#kim hongjoong smut#seonghwa smut#park seonghwa smut#yunho smut#jeong yunho smut#yeosang smut#kang yeosang smut#san smut#choi san smut#mingi smut#song mingi smut#wooyoung smut#jung wooyoung smut#jongho smut#choi jongho smut
181 notes
·
View notes
Text
"Hardcore"
SugarDaddy!Jongho X F!Reader
Synopsis: Bodies under the sheets, buddies over the streets
genre & warnings: fluff, angst, smut, cursing, drinking, kind of like forbidden love, university setting, cheating (i do not condone this), friendly banters, oral (m&f rec), unprotected sex, dirty talking, mentions of other sexual activities and hints of public sex, petnames, TXT Beomgyu's special appearance, etc etc mdni!
word count: 7.5k
/ATEEZ Sugar Daddy Oneshots Masterlist/
---------------------------------------------------
"I just saw an insect fly inside your mouth."
You yelped and pursed your lips, turning around in your seat to glare at the boy who spoke behind you, a teasing grin on his face as he proceeded to sit beside you.
"Hello to you too, Beomgyu." you rolled your eyes and continued eating your lunch while your friend laughed at your lack of usual defensiveness whenever he points out your dumb countenance.
He went and picked one of the fries on your plate, your protests falling on deaf ears, "You should give me your food and eat his bulky ass instead." he says, subtly pointing at the man that you were previously gawking at.
Another comment from him that made your blood pressure spike.
"Don't you ever shut up?" you slapped his hand away from your tray, "And no, I will not do that, you dipshit."
Beomgyu raised his hands in defeat, feigned concern gracing his annoyingly charming face, "I was tryna help you."
"What do you want?" you groaned, looking at him and inquiring what his deal is, and like a lightbulb turned on in his head, he finally blurted out a news that you'll surely dread.
"I wanna inform you that we have swimming lessons for PE today." he suggestively wiggled his eyebrows at you, hinting at something which you immediately understood.
This is seriously not happening right now.
Your eyes naturally trailed over to the guy that you're currently interested in, chatting away with the science teacher (Lee Chan) on their table, which conveniently is your physical education teacher.
The previous one was a girl, but she had to take a leave from teaching for a while due to her pregnancy. Then your school just had to hire a hot dude for a substitute.
Choi fucking Jongho.
You weren't interested at first, but he sure as hell caught your attention when one day, he walked in on the gym wearing the tightest short that you had seen a man wear.
His thigh muscles are bulging, threatening to rip the flimsy fabric and you have to mentally kick yourself for staring.
That was the first one.
Strike two happened when a boring discussion about hand grip turned into him breaking an apple in half, a thought running in your mind that made you realize that you're doomed.
"I wish I was that apple."
You want to be that piece of juicy, red fruit just to be what? To be broken in half by his large hands?
Well damn, you're nuts for that one.
It should have been fine, you thinking of that way of your teacher. It's a small fantasy that you could live in for a while and get over it when the time comes.
It should be fine.. but your stupid self just had to say that out loud. Good thing that the whole class was roaring at your teacher's inhumane strength. Too bad, your seatmate slash best friend heard you clearly, and now, he has an item for blackmail against you.
"Whatever," you mumbled, munching on your sandwich, "it's not like we'll be standing close to each other during the whole period."
Beomgyu smiled once more, seeing right through your nonchalant attitude, "You'll never know what will happen."
Yes, you don't know what will happen unless fate or some fucking fairy guided you into some shit. But this-
This! So damn horrendous.
You see, whenever you wish for luck to come to you, it never does, and that's fine! But.. why the fuck do you have to be so unfortunate?
Like, truly miserable as your puppy eyes went down the drain when your sucker of a bestfriend gave you a thumbs up and mouthed the most inappropriate sentence you had ever encountered (you're just dramatic.)
'Go get the apple of your dreams!'
Oh, he's so dead later for putting you into this position. Later because right now, you're currently rummaging through your brain on how to survive the next (possibly the best) events of your life.
"I'm sorry for dragging you here, Ms. L/N." Jongho's voice brought you out of your inner dilemma, making you realize that you're still here, rooted on earth and standing in front of your whole class for the damned swimming classes.
You ain't a good swimmer, but to hell with Beomgyu because the guy pushed you as the offering for the person who wants to try and act as the lead model for the swimming classes.
"No problem, sir." you gave him a tight lipped smile, inhaling through your nose and trying to keep your crazy heart rate steady.
"Thank you." he smiled back, putting his attention back to the class and resuming his discussion about the proper way to dive.
"So here, put your arms in position-"
The instructor began discussing, but you couldn't focus for gods sake.
He's touching your shoulders. His hands are on your back and oh! His fingers guiding your head to tuck your chin. This is absolute heaven and hell at the same time.
Your muscles are all tense from his magnetizing touch, enjoying all of the sensations you're feeling and you are so close to fluttering your eyelids and just let your body drown in sins when suddenly, and annoyingly, you were brought back once more into reality by Jongho.
"Please do the dive for us, Ms. L/N." he gently pushed you, giving you an encouraging smile to which you could only subtly grimace at.
Here goes nothing.
You closed your eyes, held your breath and prayed, wishing for you to look like a mermaid when you enter the water. (Spoiler alert, you looked like a dying fish according to Beomgyu.)
You did your best, as you liked to think, and you really did feel like on top of the earth when Jongho himself went over to you after classes and draped a towel all over you, giving your shoulders a warm squeeze as he complimented you for your performance today.
"Great job out there, make sure to dry yourself completely so you won't get sick, yeah?" then he smiled, walking away from you before he saw your blushing face while stammering out a proper response.
He touched you. Again. Heck, he even commended you.
And he smiled at you. Again. That's like, three times now? Yeah? Right.
Oh man, looks like you're gonna go home with some delulu thoughts.. and with a wet something down there.
---------------------------------------------------
"You like that baby?" his deep voice resonated in your ears, his chest vibrating against your back as he pounded into your behind like you are nothing but his fuck toy.
You moaned at the feeling of his girth inside you, not satisfied with your lack of response, he went and pulled your hair, earning himself a delightful yelp from you.
"I asked you a question, doll."
"Y-yes, sir." you uttered a response, scalp stinging from his hair pulling but the sensation still managed to add to the pleasure.
"That's my good doll." he smirked, his thrusts getting erratic each second. "Since you're so good, I'll let you take all my cum inside, yeah?"
"Oh god-" you moaned out loud, loving the way he talks dirty to you, "Yes, please.. I-I want it all." you begged, tears already pooling at the corner of your eyes.
"Fuck-! I'm coming!"
"Jong-"
Three knocks and a yelling Beomgyu was all it took for your dream to be taken away. Right at the fucking climax.
"C'mon Y/N! Open up, stop sleeping all the time!"
"Ugh!" you groaned, jolting up with anger and shouting right back at the boy in front of your bedroom door.
"Why the fuck are you here?!"
Beomgyu snickers and invites himself into your sanctuary as soon as you opened your door, sitting on your spotless pink carpet and bringing some snacks and a suspicious piece of paper.
You raised an eyebrow, still slightly irritated that your wet dream was disrupted but curious at what storm your friend is brewing.
"Look." he says, showing you a poster along with tickets, "A guy named Yeonjun gave me this!"
"What the fuck is that and who the hell is Yeonjun?"
"A nice senior that I met in the frat!" he happily answered your questions despite the rude tone that you used. "Let's go and check this bar, I heard that they serve a lot of good shit."
"No thanks." you sassily replied, walking over your bed and sitting down on the soft sheets.
He rolled his eyes at your snappy attitude, plopping down on your bed as well, "Don't be such a killjoy!" he whined, "Besides, don't you want to find a hot guy and get laid? I know you haven't gotten a good fuck for like... I don't know? Months?"
You paused, contemplating the offer because yes.
It has been a while since you went out and had some fun. Maybe, you can blame it on that fact, that it was the reason why you're so frustrated.
Why you think and dream about him a lot.
Maybe, you do deserve a little treat after all the hard work that you're exerting for college.
"You actually made sense," you stood up and pat Beomgyu's fluffy hair, "that's nice."
He pouts and swats your hand away, "So, you in?" he excitedly asked.
"Yeah." you let out a little laugh at his childish antics when you finally agreed, pumping his fist in the air with a 'whoosh' coming out of his mouth, "It's a good way to let out some steam."
That is how you found yourself in your skimpiest outfit and hottest hair and make-up you could manage, dancing in some club named Hybe.
The place is classy to be honest. Glaring lights of different spectrum that shines through the mosaic tiles, blaring music from the most popular djs out there, and the fucking fancy drinks that they serve.
Yeah, you could let out some steam, like Beomgyu said.
But how do you do that exactly?
You sighed and excused yourself from the man that you're grinding with on the dance floor, giving some lame excuse of running out of social battery, to which he returned with a genuine smile and telling you to rest.
'What a good boy.' you think, returning to your booth and sitting down with a sigh before gulping down a glass of cocktail, eyes scanning the area with dismay.
Maybe this is a mistake, you couldn't get him out of your head and no matter how many handsome men come your way, they do not turn you on like how he does.
You groaned, burying your face on your hand when an eerily familiar voice resonated from behind you.
"Now, why is a gorgeous lady like you is alone?"
You turned around, eyes blinking slowly like a sleepy cat because surely, this is a dream. Right? Because how come that the Choi Jongho himself, is standing in front of you in all of his sexy glory.
"Oh." you both said at the same time, an awkward silence ensued that he broke himself.
"I.. uh, okay I'm sorry I didn't know."
A hobbling reason on his part but it is true.
In his defense, Jongho doesn't have any idea that it was you, he couldn't see your face directly because of the dim lighting, but he sure as hell can see your sexy as fuck figure that has been dancing away in the club for a few hours now.
He was so, so enamored that he thought, 'Hey, maybe I should go talk to her and get some good fuck tonight.' when he saw you walk back to your table.
He did not expect a familiar face to pop up, nonetheless, his student.
A student that he had been crushing on ever since he saw the way your boobs jiggle during a volleyball class. Or the way your ass looks great when doing the squats. Or your hot skin on his palms during the swimming lessons.
Still, he knows it's wrong for him to make a move on you, his moral compass going strong and the rational part of him kicks him in the shin when he sees your surprised face at his attempt at flirting.
He was about to go back after apologizing, really, but you just had to cripple his remaining sanity.
"Wait!" you unconsciously called out for him when he was about to leave, clutching the cuff of his suit and you paused, closing your eyes and praying to the gods out there to split open the floor right now and swallow you whole.
What the fuck are you doing? Damn, what will he think of you now?
Some kind of desperate slut?
"Yes?" he turned back around, an inquiring look on his face that made you think that maybe, just maybe, you could bag him, even just for tonight.
Yeah, you are a desperate slut. Only for him, though.
"You could.. stay?" you mumbled, wincing at how timid you sounded.
"What? Didn't quite catch that." he leaned down to better hear you, allowing you to inhale his manly, musky scent.
"I, uh.. uhm. I said, you could stay." you repeated, voice louder than before but for some reason, he still couldn't hear it.
"C'mon princess, speak up. Can't hear what you're tryna say."
What a menace. He did hear you perfectly and clearly, he just wants you to say it again. With more clarity, with more confidence. He kind of wants you to beg.
"Stay." you finally blurted out, finding some conviction when he called you princess, because who on earth would do that? It kind of gave you the impression that he is testing the waters with you, like an interim check whether he could spend the remaining time of his night with you.
"Please." you added, releasing his cuff with a sigh that you didn't know you were holding.
He smirked, breaking the nonchalant countenance and taking a seat beside you, his arm automatically flying on your shoulders, pulling you close to him.
"That wasn't so hard now, is it?" he whispered against your ear, his hot breath in contrast with the cold atmosphere in the club tickled you just enough to leave goosebumps on your skin. Before you could retort, he removed his arm, placing it on the table and waving a waiter to serve more alcohol.
You tried to hide your disappointment at the loss of contact, humming of approval when he asked you if you wanted to drink more.
Soon, you find yourself in a buzzing state, hazy mind, lips numb and swollen from the constant biting of the man you're with.
"God, you don't know how long I've been wanting to do this." he panted against your mouth, his rough hand squeezing your breasts through your thin dress.
"Jongho." you whined, lifting your back from the mattress, "Tell me then, how long?" you taunted, brushing your nose with his.
"Ever since I saw you." he admitted, peppering your face with butterfly kisses, trailing down your neck and attacking your sweet spot once he heard you moan from the surprise contact.
Your hands flew to his hair, "Tell me more."
Jongho groaned, loving how submissive yet demanding you are.
"I wanted to kiss you." he punctuated it with a peck, "Then I wanted to touch you." he continued, deft fingers trailing down your body until he reached your bottom, cupping your heat in his large hand, "Then I wanted to take you as mine. Claim you," his hand went inside your dress, pinching your inner thigh that made you squeak, "fuck you until you're crying."
If there is one thing that you're wishing for right now is that for time to stop. You don't want this night to end.
The man that you're pining since the start of the semester is basically confessing his desire for you, and you sure as hell is eating all that up. You didn't have to know whether his words were true or not, because you'll stupidly believe him. It shows how much you like him.
No need to worry though, everything that he's saying is the realest, deepest feelings and thoughts of you.
Jongho had already noticed you from the start. The way you talk politely, the hidden sass that only shows when you're bickering with your friends, your effort and dedication in your chosen course (which he really admires). And of course, the way you look at him like you wanted him to break you.
He saw it all, he felt it all.
And he loved it.
He loved the attention from you.
Who wouldn't? Anyone would be lucky to have you. The popular, intelligent, kind and pretty girl of the university.
But you didn't have to know such details on why he's so charmed by you. What's important is that you are on his bed, and that he's about to rock your world.
"Do it." you said with finality, gripping his hair to stare right into his eyes, "Do whatever you want to me."
That was all it took for him to go feral, ripping your dress (no bra, to his delight) and delving right into your soft chest. Your protests fell on deaf ears, because you really liked that dress, but then you couldn't complain anymore when he reassured you that he'll just buy you a new, better one.
You moan when he bites between the valley of your breast, groping your right mound while he busied his mouth with sucking on your nipple.
You are hyper aware of his electrifying touch. You feel everything. From his tongue flicking on your bud, the tugging of his fingers on your nipple, and the slithering hand down your navel that reached your panties.
"What's this?" he mumbles against your boobs, circling his fingers on the wet patch of the flimsy fabric, "Didn't take you for a lace girl." he snickers, making you slap his shoulders.
"Shut up." you whine, then you realize that he's still completely clothed. "Shut up and remove this." you ordered, pulling the silk tie of his expensive looking suit.
"Aren't you a feisty one?" he raised an eyebrow, lifting himself from you when he felt like he's left enough marks on your chest area.
"I like that attitude," he says, removing the tie from his neck, "but I don't tolerate it, especially if my doll knows that she's not the one in charge here, yes?"
You gasped when he clutched your tiny wrists using only one hand, binding your hands together using the tie and connecting it to the bed post, rendering you immovable.
"Wha-!" you tried protesting, but he shushed you once more by pushing your panties inside your mouth.
Since when did he remove your underwear?
"Chin up, princess. Watch the show." he speaks in a deep, dark voice. Basically imploring you to glue your eyes on him as he started stripping himself.
He unbuttons his crisp, dress shirt sensually, sliding the clothing to his shoulders and my god, were you blown away.
You do know that he's sculpted, given that his muscles are almost always bulging from his outfits back at school, but to see him in this natural state of bareness registered something in you... he is ripped as fuck.
"Hngg." you twisted around the bed, trying to free yourself from the restraints to no avail. You wanted to touch him, make contact with his skin because watching is not enough. You need to feel him on your palm.
"What," he chuckles, tossing his shirt somewhere in the room and continues his mini strip show, "wanna have a taste of this?" he jeered, reaching for his belt and unfastening it too slowly for your liking.
You nodded your head fervently, batting your eyelashes at him in an attempt to make him give in and let you do as you please. He shook his head, removing his pants and undergarments in one go before proceeding to grab your jaw, not giving you a second to fully admire his naked body.. or his ginormous length.
"I did remember telling you to be patient, princess." he snickers at your fallen expression when you realize that you wouldn't be able to touch him as soon as possible, "Let's make a deal, yeah?"
Your eyes lightened up with hope, and in his point of view, you're so damn adorable despite the humiliating position that you're in.
"If you don't cum within five minutes of me eating you out," he finally utters, slotting himself in between your legs and dipping his fingers into your core, taking a swift sniff of how good you smell, "then you'll be free."
You gulped, not having enough conviction that you won't cum in five minutes because it's been too long. It's been a while since a man touched you, and you're afraid that one swipe of his tongue will immediately edge you. But for fucks sake, you have to try in order to get what you want.
You nodded again, making eye contact with him with determination, a proud smile on his face before going down town on you without much of a warning. Giving your sopping core a long lick, easily finding your bundle of nerves and sucking on it.
You took a deep breath, willing yourself not to cum. You tell yourself not to give in, even if his tongue traces all the shapes in your clit, even if his wet appendage goes deep into your cunt, even if the slurping noises are making you crazy.
"Ah fuck this." he cursed, inserting two of his fingers inside and curling them mercilessly, hitting all the right spots.
"Go ahead and cum, princess. Lemme taste you." he mumbles against your clit, sending nice vibrations that add to the pleasure, "Don't worry, I'll remove the tie later." he convinces you, not wanting to do the deal anymore because you're too irresistible. Giving oral like a madman is not sufficient, he needed to feel your insides as well, to give him an idea on how tight you are.
"Cum on my tongue, baby."
You writhed around the mattress, gushing around his tongue and fingers. Complaining when he didn't stop swiping his tongue on your pussy, the overstimulation getting to you.
"Sorry, sorry. Here let me." he laughs, showing his gummy smile that doesn't match the situation but still, the lights outside the house that shines through the window were adequate to let you see his amazing visuals.
He untied your wrists and got rid of the gag, giving you an apologetic smile as he rubs your red skin, probably from the harsh pulling that you did. "Got carried away." he explains, making you giggle at his sudden cute attitude, leaning up and giving him a quick peck.
"It's okay." you say, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down on you, "Besides, we have better things to do." pushing the innuendo behind your sentence by lifting your hips, grinding against his hardness.
He hissed at the sensation, "You really do know how to rile me up." he smirks, finally positioning himself, sliding his cock in between your folds to gather some slick, "Hope you don't regret this in the morning."
You rolled your eyes, "Oh, I won- Ah!" you wailed when he went inside you in one go, immediately thrusting in an animalistic pace without letting you adjust first.
He hits the right spot when he shifts his hips a bit, the tip of his cock brushing on your g-spot so perfectly, "Oh god! Right there! Jong-" he cuts you off again, sliding his hand on your neck and choking you, shaking his head in disappointment.
"That's not how you should call me, Ms. L/N." he whispers in your ear in a condescending tone, and in a state of lust with the pressure of his hand on your neck, everything that is happening around you seems to arouse you more.
"S-sir," you panted, your nails scratching his back when he slowed down his pace, waiting for you to finish your sentence, "please don't slow down. Fuck me harder."
Jongho took a deep breath, how could he even resist you and say no when you're this pretty under him?
"That's my good girl." he grunts, pistoning inside you and holding your hips in a bruising grip, your angelic moans motivates him to do more.
The embarrassing loud squelches and skin slapping from where the both of you are connected echoed through your ears, stupefying you even more from the lewdness that surrounds the four corners of the room. Each thrust of his hits the perfect spot inside you, and your sensitivity makes you feel even the prominent vein on his thick length.
You chanted his name, Sir Jongho, as he liked to be called, signalling him that you're close, as if you, clenching around his cock still isn't enough to give him the sign.
"Close?" he asked, furrowing his eyebrows in concentration, sweat falling from his forehead down to your cheeks, further pounding into you with much force if that's even possible when you gave him the green light, not having the proper ability to speak.
"Go ahead, baby. Cum." he egged you on, leaning down to suck on your neck while his hand went to your clit and rubbed it harshly, pushing his cock back and forth with vigor, making it his mission to turn you into a mess.
"God, Jongho!" you howled, cupping his face and kissing him deeply, and that's what made you cum, the intimacy of the contact. Your lips on his in a chaotic, open mouthed kiss where your teeth clashed and tongued meshed around with each other.
He groaned against your mouth, releasing his seeds in your gummy walls when he felt your insides wrap around him tightly. As much as he wanted to prolong the intercourse, the pleasure was too much to handle.
That's how good you felt, he guesses.
A few minutes of silence, with only your heavy breathings can be heard passed, coming down from your highs. You felt his weight on you, but you were too spent to care. His warmth lulls you into dreamland, then everything is black.
---------------------------------------------------
You stirred around the bed, feeling icky and sore, and when you went to hug what you assumed was a pillow, you were mortified.
Since when did your pillow, an inanimate object, have the capacity to hug you back?
You slowly open your eyes, seeing a different ceiling, and surely this is not the scent that you are accustomed to.
Again, since when did your room smelled like wood and spices? You recalled it, crystal clear, that cherry blossoms and vanilla are your go to scents.
Then you hear someone's breathing, the mortifying reality draws near when you decided to turn your head from the figure beside you.
Shit.
You bit your lip, panicking but you ultimately opted to be rational for once in your life, trying to calm yourself and rethink what the heck happened last night.
You remember begging him to stay with you at the booth, drinking shot after shot until you were wasted out of your mind.
"Alright, I think we need to get you home." Jongho chuckles, stopping you from downing the cocktail. Sensing that you had enough alcohol for the night.
"Noo!" you whined, reaching for the glass in his hand, "And I don't wanna go home yet!" you cried out, clinging into his arm.
Who knew you were this childish when you're drunk, he ain't complaining though, Jongho thinks that you're like a lovely, sweet piece of candy in this state.
"Come on, princess." dropping a wad of cash on the table (payment and tip) and helping you get up.
It was bearable for the most part, you were like a feather in his arms, light and airy, but the hardest part of the short journey to his car was your incessant mewling and your very obvious actions of seducing him.
"Oh wow!" you exclaimed, drunkenly looking around his luxurious vehicle, "You're fucking rich." you tittered at the newfound information, touching the leather covering of the seat, "You're hot, handsome, sexy, and rich? What a catch."
Jongho's posture stiffened, avoiding your sultry gaze by taking a deep breath to calm his libido down, inserting his keys and getting ready to drive.
"Thanks." he says without much emotion, "Now tell me your address so you can rest."
"Ugh." you rolled your eyes, leaning over to his side and you didn't miss the way he ogled at your exposed legs and cleavage, "I told you I don't wanna go home yet."
"Then what do you want to do?" he sighs, running a hand through his hair (which you find really attractive), exasperated at the situation. Seriously, you're making this difficult for him.
You gripped his face and forced him to look at you, his eyes widening at your daring initiative to make a move on him. His adam apple moved when he took a gulp, and that made you fancy him more.
"I want to kiss you," you admitted, hands moving down to his chest, his eyes wandering on your lips, "then I want you to fuck me like you mean it."
There goes his sanity, crashing his mouth on top of yours in a heated lip lock, lifting you up easily and placing you on his lap. Despite the cramped space, you two managed to fit, and it only made the scene hotter.
"Let's continue this at my place, yeah?" he asked, moving away from you and returning to his previous position in the driver's seat.
You were in Choi Jongho's car. You made out with him. He took you to his place. You fucked each other... and now you wanted to slap yourself because of your stupidity. How could you even let yourself make a mistake, goodness, you really need to control your horny ass.
Then you made up your mind, yep. You'll escape then act like nothing happened. Yeah, that's a great idea! Genius.
You moved like a turtle, attempting to wiggle away but you were stopped by his strong arms, pulling you flush on his chest.
"Finally you're awake." his gruff voice in the morning stirred something inside you and for the second time, you had to remind yourself to not let your hormones dictate your actions.
"I'm sorry!" you don't know what you're apologizing for, but you do know that whatever you did and said last night was inappropriate, given that he was the one who talked to you first, it was you who persuaded him to have sex with you.
"I'll leave for now then I will pay for the drinks last n-" he puts a finger on your lips, shushing you as he puts a strand of your stray hair behind your ear.
"Don't worry, I'll pay for your drinks at the bar from now on. I'll even let you do your fantasies on me. Just do me a favor angel," you stared into his orbs, sleepy yet warm, "keep this between us."
And that is how you find yourself every weekend on the bar (that he, surprisingly, owns), wearing the dresses he bought you, drinking free alcoholic beverages and at the end of it all, your limbs are entangled with his. Passionate 'lovemaking' as he liked to call it.
You love the thrill of this forbidden romance.
Sneaking kisses behind closed doors, hugging each other goodbye whenever he insists to drives you home, sucking him under the table while he did his best to talk to a student that needs his help, then fucking you on the said table, right on top of the papers he's checking.
He made you happy, and you know you make him happy as well, you can see it in his eyes. But it was more evident on you, as Beomgyu pointed out how 'bright' you are that the shift kind of scares him.
You only brushed it off with a smile, telling him that you're only taking care of yourself. Even if you badly want to tell him the whole story, you suppressed it, keeping your promise with Jongho intact as to not ruin both of your reputations. Besides, only a few months left before your original PE teacher returns, then you can let loose. Announce the blossoming relationship with Jongho without any care in the world.
---------------------------------------------------
"No."
One word. It only took him one word to stain your proposal and plant a seed of doubt in your brain.
"What?" you scoffed, crossing your arms in disbelief, "What do you mean no? Are you ashamed of me?" you accused, hurt at his blatant rejection at the idea of becoming official after his contract in your university.
"No, of course not baby, listen to me," he cupped your face gently, "I'm sorry, we'll talk about this tomorrow, alright? I'm kind of stressed right now because of all the work." he smiles, giving the crown of your head a peck.
You sighed and held his hands that are still on your face, rubbing your thumb on his skin, "Okay." you resigned, trusting him with all your heart.
Come next day and everything shattered. Your trust, your heart, your world.. cluttered on his palms.
You were casually humming a tune you've heard on spotify, a pep in your steps as you walked leisurely to Jongho's office, ready to continue the conversation with him from yesterday.
Then you were frozen in your position as you heard the topic from the principal's office by accident. You weren't a nosy person, but hearing his name sparked a troubling curiosity within you.
"Mr. Choi, we really appreciate you. I was even thinking of making you a regular here." your principal speaks, but his next words brought a ringing sound in your ears, messing with you, mentally and emotionally.
"Too bad, you're about to be married soon, and abroad too!"
You heard Jongho chuckle, but that's not all, a honeyed voice laughed as well. A woman's voice.
You couldn't help but take a peek inside, and there he was, the man that you have feelings for, with a girl beside him.
A prettier, sexier, older girl. Someone who looks like she got her shit together.
Someone who is better than you in all aspects.
"Actually, me and my fiancé thought of getting married here," the lady placed her hand on Jongho's chest, leaning her head on his left shoulder, "but he insisted on getting married in Paris! Isn't he a romantic one?"
She giggled like a goddamned witch (that's all in your head because right now, you're full of hatred), and then, at that moment, the puzzle pieces fell into place.
Why he wanted to keep your relationship a secret.
Why wasn't he keen on taking the title as your boyfriend.
Because you are not the main, not the original, you are the other girl.
The other girl that everyone despised. The one that you read on tiktok and stories, the home wrecker.
On this occasion, you kind of also loathed yourself. Only there to make him satisfied, to keep him company. You're convenient, but right now, you're thrown out of the picture because his one and only is here.
You've had enough of this bullshit.
You were about to turn around, ready to drown yourself in sadness and self-pity, but then you made eye contact with him. His eyes widened, dread obvious in his features. Despite the tears making your eyes glassy, you willed yourself to stand up against his betrayal, giving him a hard glare as if telling him, 'I hope you're happy, you traitor, don't show yourself in front of me ever again.'
Then you walked away, your back straightened and with your chin up. Certainly, you are not about to ruin yourself, not like this.
On the other hand, Jongho was quick to excuse himself from the meeting, giving some lame excuse and running after you, seeing you walking down an empty hallway.
'Perfect.' he thought, speeding towards your direction, catching you by your wrist and turning you around so suddenly that it gave you a whiplash. Upon meeting his worried face, you immediately pushed him away, the anger in your face that once held love for him squeezed at his heart.
"Y/N, let me explain. I-"
"Shut the fuck up." you rudely cut him off, balling your fist on your sides to prevent yourself from doing something that you'll regret.
"Please, give me a chance to explain." he pleads, but the more you hear his voice, the more it makes you feel worse.
Honestly, you just want to go home and cry. Pathetic, definitely, but you couldn't care less, you had to get these negative feelings out of your system.
"Didn't you hear me?" your voice shakes, but you continue regardless, you are about to give him a piece of your mind.
"I said shut up. It's not worth it, you're not worth it."
A look of hurt flashed on his visage and it somehow sparked something in your pride because that's good, you want your words to pierce through him like a knife. You want to give him pain as well.
"Don't say that, Y/N, I-" he starts bargaining again, to which you blocked again with a sarcastic laugh.
"Oh, I'll say what I want to say. Don't tell me what to do, Sir Jongho." you specifically emphasized the petname that you would usually use inside the bedroom to give him a sense of what he had done.
"Will you please just let me say something?!" he whisper yelled, frustrated at your attitude.
You raised an eyebrow, the audacity of this man to act like a hotshot when he's the one in the wrong here.
"The floor's all yours then. Talk." you challenged him, only for him to turn silent, gaping like a fish in front of you because really, he went here without any prior thoughts.
"What are you waiting for?!" you yelled, raising your hands in defeat, worn out from this dumb confrontation.
What is he even gonna say though?
That he's sorry you caught him? He's sorry for hurting you and all that shit.
He knew what he was doing, he's not a kid, but he went through it all for the sake of adventure. You are a territory he trespassed, and he's about to pay the consequences.
"I really did like you. This," he pointed between you and him, "it's real."
He hung his head low, not having it in him to face you.
Real your ass.
"You like me?" you asked, hating the way he earnestly nodded his head, "If you really did like me, then you wouldn't make me do this." you stepped towards his figure, the eerily calm tone you're using doesn't sit well with him.
"If you like me, then you would've been honest with me." you jarringly shoved him.
"If you like me, then you should have not given me any hope that I have a chance with you."
Another shove.
"If you like me, then why the fuck do you have to put me in this position?!" you sobbed, giving him a last miserable shove. He accepted all of it, unmoving on his spot on the floor, watching you break down.
"You like me... but you love her. Right?"
"I do."
Well, that was a slap on your face. Of course he loves her, enough to break your heart. Enough to not choose you.
"Y/N, I'm truly sorry."
"No, you're not." you looked at him one last time, "Being guilty doesn't mean that you're sorry."
Then you're gone, leaving him in the hallway while he's having an internal battle with himself.
---------------------------------------------------
"Dude , what the fuck?" Beomgyu scrunches his nose, watching you mope around for the past few weeks. He picked up a used shirt from your floor, grimacing when something sticky adhered on his fingers.
"Go away." your muffled voice sounded from under your sheets, making him sigh in defeat and sitting down on your bed. He sets his hand on your foot that was sticking out of your blanket, giving it a tender massage.
"You know, you need to help yourself in order to move on." his soothing tone smoothens the scowl on your features, lifting your blanket from your body and facing your bestfriend.
"I know that." you mumbled sadly, "I know that.. but it's easier said than done."
After your 'break-up' with Jongho, you two went your separate ways.
You did all that you can to avoid him, the PE classes were hell and most of the time, you pretended to be sick so you won't have to attend the lessons and see his face. His presence alone made you want to throw up.
When he's gone for good, there was a moment of desperation within you, wishing that he'll call you. Hoping that maybe, he'll realize that you're the one for him. Praying that he'll choose you instead, that he'll come back to you, begging for one more chance.
All of those went down the drain when you stalked his social media, photos and videos of his extravagant wedding all over the feed, and you couldn't help but cry.
That girl in the gorgeous, white dress could've been you. It should've been you, the one he's saying his vows to, promising to protect with all his might. It would've been you, the one he will love until he's grey and old.
Although you know, right from the start, it was never you.
The denial stage was better than the acceptance stage, this shit is by far the worst you have ever gone through.
Like they all say, facts do really hurt.
You're trying your best to heal, but the insecurities are gnawing at you. Unanswered questions kept you up all night, the dark bags under your eyes are the tell tale sign of it.
You blinked when Beomgyu sighs again, bringing you out of your stupor.
"Come on up." he says, pulling you up suddenly, throwing a hoodie on your face, "Let's go somewhere."
You groaned, "No." you muttered under your breath, proceeding to lie back on the comfort of your bed to no avail, since Beomgyu, being the stronger one, dragged you down with him until you were out of the house.
"My god!" you protested, pulling away from him with a half-hearted angry glare, "You can't just drag me like that!"
"I can and I will!" he yelled back, glaring at you with the same amount of heat that you're radiating.
"And why is that?" you raised your eyebrows, putting your arms on your hips like a mom demanding an explanation.
“Because I care.” he whispers, and you completely hear it. You did think that your ears are playing some kind of game, but then Beomgyu repeated the sentence with more conviction.
“Beomgyu.. I, what do you mean by that?”
“You don’t need to think too much about it.” he started to voice out his thoughts, which was a bombshell since your friend, in spite of his stubbornness and motor mouth, rarely displays what he really feels, “I’m just tired of seeing you like this, you know?” he looks into your eyes, waiting if you’ll retort or something, but when he sees that you’re waiting for him to finish, he goes ahead and takes the opportunity to speak.
“It’s not like you to mope around because of some guy who can’t treat you right. I know, it’s difficult but I can’t stand seeing you so hopeless.. I, this is not the Y/N that I know and love.”
Your breathing hitched, ‘Is he?’
Beomgyu took your hand in his, the familiar coziness of his skin against yours somehow gave you a sense of solace, a feeling that he always brought with him whenever he’s with you.
“You’re not alone, alright? So let’s go get some ice cream, my treat.” he smiled at you, and you couldn’t help but beam back, pouncing at him so suddenly that he almost stumbled back. Thankfully, his balance and core are great, so no one was hurt at the collision.
“Thank you.” you mumbled, giving some space and intertwining your fingers with his, “I appreciate this so much.”
His eyes softened, the bright yet soft orange hue of the sunset cascades on his side profile, further highlighting his charms (how on earth are you only noticing this now is another mystery for you to solve.)
“I appreciate you too,” his eyes crinkled, a mischievous glint on his brown orbs as he disconnected your hands and ran away from you, “only after you shower though.” he shouts, laughing like a maniac.
You were left dumbfounded, of course he’ll find a way to ruin such a sweet moment.
Still, it wouldn’t be as fun as he didn’t. So you chased after him, ready to punch him in the gut for the playful remark he threw at you.
“Beomgyu you dick! Come back here!”
---------------------------------------------------
taglist:
@hyuckilstan @gwenchwana @minkiflwr @bloomingsann @btsreader12 @hwadump @songmingisthighs @isaluvvs @minkysmilk @jngwyz @fairygirl18 @jcngh0-hq @justyoonsworld @v-lvs-yungi
a/n: last one down! tysm for all the people who read and supported this set of fics (even if i slowed down in the middle) i really, really appreciate you all!! thank you for all the feedbacks and comments!! 💜💜
NEXT UP! ATEEZ MINISODE SERIES!
#ateez imagines#ateez#ateez smut#ateez scenarios#ateez fluff#ateez x reader#ateez angst#choi jongho#choi jongho smut#choi jongho fluff#choi jongho x reader#ateez headcanons#jongho#jongho smut#jongho fluff#jongho angst#jongho fanfic#jongho x reader#jongho ff#jongho scenarios#ateez hard hours#jongho hard hours#seonghwa imagines#hongjoong imagines#yunho imagines#yeosang imagines#san imagines#mingi imagines#wooyoung imagines#ateez hard thoughts
181 notes
·
View notes
Text
new - c.jh
최 종호
idolboyfriend!jongho x afab!reader
genre: fluff, smut (smut below the cut)
warnings: riding, fingering (f receiving), oral (m receiving), softdom!jongho, curious!reader
you sat on your couch watching a show when the main character does something to remind you of your boyfriend. you decided to text him, now missing him.
'i miss you'
you set your phone down resuming the show knowing it would be awhile before he would answer since he's at the company. your phone buzzes almost as soon as you hit play, surprising you.
'i miss you more.'
you smile at your phone and text back.
'when will you be home love?'
as soon as you send it, it shows read.
'ill finish up my live, then i'll be heading home. sound good honey?'
'mhm'
you smile and figure you'd watch his live thinking it might take away your feelings of being jongho deprived. as you open it you see him smiling at his phone then shutting it off. he talks with atiny for a bit longer then says he has to go rest, ending the live.
you feel yourself getting excited to see your boyfriend you haven't seen in years. (its been 8 hours)
you resumed your show again in hopes it would make the time go by faster.
after an hour or so the door opens and jongho walks in.
"hi baby" you forget about your show jumping up to embrace your boyfriend, who's making his way over to you, his arms wrap around your waist slightly lifting you up as your arms wrap around his neck.
"how was your day" he mumbles against your neck giving it a soft kiss.
"was good, how was yours?" he pulls back to look at you his hands staying on your hips.
"tiring" he replies causing you to coo at him and he lets out a chuckle. "im gonna shower, then be back so we can cuddle" you give him a shocked look.
"jongho..cuddling?"
"never mind" he turns around making his way to the bathroom.
"no! im sorry" your hands grab onto his arm stopping him. "please" you pout up at him as he looks down at you with a blank expression.
"i'll think about it" you smile at him and let go of his arm making your way back to the couch resuming your show once again.
after awhile jongho comes into living room with grey sweat shorts on and a white t-shirt. he grabs your legs lifting them up and sits down placing them on his lap.
you look over at him and his wet messy red hair admiring his features smiling to yourself.
"what did you want to watch" he ask seeing your show finish. he looks over at you a small smile on his lips.
"you." you mumble still staring at him. he chuckles and picks something to put on. his hands massaging your legs and gently running his fingers against them.
you readjust your legs so they are crossing over each other, your legs accidentally pressing against his surprisingly hard cock. this brought your attention to his posture, his legs spread apart as he's slightly slouched down against the couch. your thighs press together as your mind wonders.
"jongho" he hums in response and you sit up. "can we try something"
he raises an eyebrow "like what" he questions.
you move your leg across his lap straddling him. "i want to ride you"
the look he's giving you is telling you no, but the way his hands run from your sides down to your ass lifting it up slightly squeezing it which causes you to fall against him was telling you yes.
"what makes you want to do that" his hands moving down your thighs then back up, sneaking into your shorts giving your ass another squeeze.
a whimper escapes from your throat as you shrug your shoulders. his hands slide out from your shorts and up to your sides griping them slightly moving your hips back and forth. your cheeks heat up and you lean forward leaning your head against his shoulder.
"is this what you want honey" he whispers lowly in your ear continuing your movements with his hands. you whimper out a 'yes' feeling his cock grow harder underneath you.
he stops moving your hips, a whine coming from you.
"shh, don't be needy" he says lifting your ass up with one hand messing with his shorts with the other. he sets you back down and you can feel his cock more prominently against you.
"get down" he says tapping your thigh. you get down on your knees in front of him staring at his leaking cock in front of you. "earn what you want"
it took you only a second to wrap your hand around the base of his cock bringing it to your lips, placing a kiss on his tip, then licking the precum off your lips. your eyes lookup at jongho, his head leans back against the couch his eyes closed. your lips wrap around the tip sucking on it, you start moving your head down and back up slowly. his head comes up looking down at you, his hand reaching down holding your face pulling you up.
"fuck, stand up" you do as told and he turns you around pushing your torso down. he wraps his fingers under your waist band pulling your shorts down slowly, your panties slightly sticking to your slick. "you're perfect y/n..fuck" his fingers push at your entrance sliding in, a moan falling from your lips.
"jongho" you moan looking back at him, starting to feel embarrassed being so exposed. he pulls his fingers out and grabs your arm turning you back towards him pulling you on his lap.
"open" he says pushing his fingers against your lips. your tongue pushes out past your lips and he presses his fingers onto your tongue. you wrap your lips around his fingers, cleaning them off, tasting yourself .
his hand comes under your ass again lifting it up angling his cock at your entrance.
"ready honey?" his thumb rubs your ass in small circles.
you wrap your arms around his neck holding onto him tightly, hiding your face in his neck. "mhm" you whimper out.
the feeling of sinking down in his cock draws out a loud, low, groan from you. your walls clenching around him, his grip on your ass tightening.
"just like that baby..shit" jongho holds you still, his arms wrapping around your waist.
"can i move" you ask looking at him. he nods and moves his hands to rest on your hips. you lift your hips up and then back down. the feeling of him filling you up this way is more than anything you've done together.
you move your hips in a circle slowly as your head leans back. jongho's hands reach up under your shirt tweaking your nipples between his pointer finger and thumb.
you place your hands on his knees leaning back some and start moving your hips up and down. you look at him and he's watching you so intensely.
"you're so fucking pretty" he mumbles reaching his hand to the back of your neck and pulling your head to lean on his shoulder. you continue your movements and hold onto him tightly "so perfect for me" he mumbles kissing your neck, his hands moving to your ass.
he pulls your ass up and down to help with your movements.
"jjong..fuck, im close baby" you whimper out. he looks at you and smiles.
"cum" he says softly his hand reach down in between your bodies to rub your clit.
you pushing your self down on him and still your movements, your pussy pulsing around his cock. he groans and quickly lifts you off of him, his release hitting your back. he groans a few times and kisses you softly.
"did you like that" he ask in a teasing tone.
"shut up" you mumble hitting his chest softly.
masterlist
#beatteez#ateez imagines#kpop smut#ateez drabbles#ateez smut#smut#ateez#choi jongho#choi jongho drabble#choi jongho smut#choi jongho imagine#jongho smut#jongho imagines#jongho drabble#18+ content#jongho 18+#18+#jongho#ateez jongho
541 notes
·
View notes
Text
jongho the type to play with your hair when he’s horny, trailing his hand down to your ass, squeezing and caressing it lovingly.
he then leans in for a passionate kiss, making sure to use his hands to feel every inch of your body. slowly sliding off your clothing and admiring the beautiful sight before him. getting ready to absolutely ruin you and make you feel so good.
a/n ~ aaaand i’m gonna leave it there to have you all fantasising about what should happen next ;)
#ateez#atiny#jongho#choi jongho#ateez smut#jongho smut#ateez imagines#jongho imagines#choi jongho smut#atz smut#jongho x reader
181 notes
·
View notes
Text
freaky deaky [c.jongho]
₊˚.༄ || filth valentines m.list || hongjoong || seonghwa || yunho || yeosang || san || mingi || wooyoung || jongho || ₊˚.༄
₊˚.༄ Got the mirror on the ceiling You're in the mood to please me ₊˚.༄
Here’s the thing, Jongho is horny, like right now. Let’s get it straight as he is really in need to release his desires or else he’ll explode but he couldn’t do that, not especially when he’s with you, his girlfriend who he can’t corrupt its innocence unlike his sister but that's a different story.
You were both back inside the hotel; immediately you belly flop yourself on the circular queen size bed, squealing at the softness of the bed making you relax instantly. The day really started with a coffee breakfast date then walking around the park and touring around the town of Italy but after the lunch you shared with Jongho, you noticed he was acting slightly out of his character.
He would remove your hands that were wrapped around his arm or he would shake his head when you want to take a selfie with you whenever you reach a certain part of the town that is so beautiful that you want to have a nice capture with Jongho but he isn’t cooperating with you or he would just have a distance as you look around.
Your mood sours and declares that the sun is setting low (even though it's just 2 in the afternoon) and you want to sleep instead. You groan, eyebrows frown as you turn on your back to see tiled like mirrors; surprising you as you have never seen the mirror ceiling since yesterday that you have settled in.
You took the opportunity to do just what you like to do and enjoy the moment of yours while you let your boyfriend do whatever he needs to do; reflect what he had done to make the day so bitter for you.
It was nearing golden hour and the sunlight had hit your room igniting a symphony of dust motes dancing in its warm embrace, casting the room in a luminous golden glow. As the camera captures your figure posing on the mirror ceiling; you decide to enliven your gallery and to what you can post on your platform. Underneath your sundress, you wore a matching set of lingerie, just for Jongho but you were not in the mood to talk to him just yet.
You started taking pictures in your lingerie, minding your own business until you felt the bed dipped on the other side, you knew who it was but chose to ignore him and continued zooming in and out of the pictures, posing, “Jagi .. I’m sorry.” Well it was genuine but it meant something else. He had enough of today’s agenda that had him igniting more and added to his fuel? You are in bed, taking pictures and in his favorite.fucking.lingerie.
Your head turned to him, aligned with your raised eyebrows until you huffed, returning the straps back on your shoulders until you felt a tight grasp on your wrist, stopping you from placing the straps back in. your head snapped at him ready to explode but with his hooded eyes and chest heaving, you knew immediately why he acted this morning.
Sudden rush to the bathroom? Hiding something under the pillow when you walk out from the bedroom as he waits in the living room? The hands on your lower back that are always above your bra line? And whenever you cling to his arms, does he go nuts when he can entirely feel your boobs on his? Yes entirely, crazily and horny yes!
“You smart jagi~ know what’s on your mind.”
Here’s the thing, you are also horny. Just as much as Jongho is; you were at the worst of your horniness that you started to imagine things that you never thought you would do in your history of sex. You love Jongho so much that asking for intimacy is a problem.
THAT is the problem. To you and to Jongho. You were quite aware of the fact your closest friends always tell you were gifted with an innocent face but a devil in mind. You speak filthy words yet the face says otherwise; that’s why you always get away with things like website history on your computer with the look ‘i don’t know maybe someone did.’
And Jongho fell on your innocent face too.
“Am I Jongho? Is my presence too much for your desires? Or is your dick aching to get wet right now?” Jongho was taken back when you grabbed his hand and hover it on your breast. His hand trembles underneath the soft flesh of your boobs, his hand curled on the slightest and he is sent to heaven how he imagined they will be. Soft and jiggly and fits perfectly in his hand.
His eyes trailed on what he thought was innocent but with your actions, he doesn’t think of it anymore. Jongho had held back for so long to not surprise or traumatise you by pouncing at you like a wolf on heat.
Maybe he is on heat. The burning desire of wanting you is too much for him. His tongue glazes his dry lips, eyes trailing down to your lips to your blooming pushed up cleavage on your lingerie, “Angel face yet so vicious.”
Jongho moves closer to you, diving his head on your cleavage; his nose nudging on the flesh and he is met with the scent of sweet flowery lotion he loves. Jongho’s warmth hand clasp around your waist and pulls you on his lap, he laid down on the soft bed, looks up at you with lust yet affection can still see in them. You pull your hair up in a messy makeshift ponytail as you grind your hips on his hard boner poking uncomfortably in his pants.
His grips tighten as he buck his hips on yours, groaning as he can feel the wetness pass through your panties, “I can already feel you so wet jagi.” You moan before leaning your arms on his thighs,moving your hips smoothly over his crotch; hard and uncomfortable against his slacks.
Jongho’s head leaned back diving in the pillows, eyes suddenly catching an erotic scene on the mirror on the ceiling. His lips went between his teeth, the image of you bare and exposed to the reflective image on the ceiling while riding him messily had him groaning, wanting to ram himself inside your velvety walls. Bend you over, screaming on the sheets as he takes you from the back.
“If you really want to fuck me so bad .. What's stopping you?” Your voice echoed in his deafening ears. Your words had triggered something before you both knew it, his calloused hands reached up to you, hastily removing your lingerie and his pants off.
“Oh? Nothing is stopping me … I can fuck you as much as I want. Cum in this pussy as many times as I want no matter how many times you tell me to stop, oh baby, I got all day and night to paint these walls white and reach every inch of you on my dick.” His words shocked you as you have always thought Jongho to be the conservative, even, in his words and wants to express them in a clear manner.
Well it seems clear now.
You watch as Jongho removes his clothes one by one, not breaking eye contact as you sit there bare, tits hardened as the cold room nips on your skin and the erotic smell coming from Jongho has you in your own high.
“Come here jagi, ride me.” His straightforwardness had always questioned him as he tended to shy away with his words. Sometimes during your kiss, you were the one who opened up and he was too shy to even utter a single word.
Now, seeing another side of him is not terrifying but intriguing as to why he has never shown this side to you, not even once.
You moved closer to him, sitting on his lower stomach, your ass near him, wanting to test him for a little bit, “Is this what you’ve been hiding from me, jagi?” You purred, moving your hips, your folds leaving slick on his stomach making him groan, palms so hot on top of your thighs, “You’re one of those innocent looking yet so lewd.” You move a little backwards towards his stiff dick and let your clit glide on his size, your bundle of nerves throbbing each time it hits his tip.
Jongho was left speechless too, considering you were one of the angelic faces amongst your group yet why is he not surprised when he heard you speak so sinfully to him.
“I could say the same to you but enough talking and let me fuck you.” Jongho pushes himself up and wraps his arms around you before rolling you around.
“That’s right jagi~ Taking my cock so well.” His hand on your back is like a dream, light as a feather yet so viscous that it makes your back arch as his cock slides back in and out of your cunt. Your manicured nails clawed the sheets below you as you meet Jonho’s hips in a motion that had you feeling every inch of his cock, gliding nudging your walls so feverish; looking over your shoulders to already see he has his eyes on you, hooded with lust and dominance, “Do you want me to go faster? Just tell me and I’ll make you see stars.”
You were bent down, your tits brushing the sheets as your ass were prompted up just for him, to smack, to fuck and use to pleasure himself. His hips snap every time he bottoms out, he halts to pull you closer and make you grind on him before pulling a few inches and thrust back in, “So~ good jagi!”
His arms crossed to grip each side of your ass as his hips thrust deeper and faster, making you whimper clawing back on the sheets as you near your climax, “U-uGH jagi! That’s it! Fuck!” The bed creaks, your muffled moans and Jongho’s curse of pleasure.
“Jo-Jongho!” His hips halted, pulling out before flipping you on your back, he tapped his dick on your puffy cunt before slamming back inside without any warning. Jongho grabs on the headboard of the bed whilst the other wraps around your throat. The pressure sent you to orbit, seeing stars as his hand fit perfectly around them and the way his hitting the spongy spot inside you had you creaming his dick; creating a ring of your cum near his pelvis.
“There! Right there! Shit shit!” Jongho chuckles darkly as he watches you twitch underneath him, he feels your walls clenching him; a queue that you were nearing your climax and Jongho wanted to cum inside you deeply. He leans down, removing his hands to place them on each side of your head, “Put your legs on my shoulder jagi~” He demanded.
Shakingly, you place them on his broad shoulder and with the new position make you squirted. A long string of ‘oh’ left your lips as Jongho abused your squirting pussy to lube himself as he speeds up, he chuckles near your ear, “You like that?”
You nodded, grabbing his cheeks and pulling him in a messy make-out session. Jongho hums to the kiss as his hands move to your legs, squeezing them before pulling away. He leaned back, spreading your legs open in ‘V’ shape.
“Squirt for me again jagi, wet yourself for me.” You bit your lip, your fingers running down to rapidly circle your clit. The overwhelming pleasure had you returning to the stars as you felt your walls clamp on his dick, “I’m gonna cum jagi! I’m gonna squirt my cum on your dick!”
A smirk display on the corner of his lips,”Like I said jagi~ No one is stopping me, I can fuck you as much as I want . Go ahead.” With the last spring snapping, Jongho pulled a few inches back as your hole squirted out your juices. He taps them, making you squirm from the sensitive activity for the past hours and the amount of orgasm he gave you.
When you finally rest up, Jongho slams back in taking you by surprise, “I haven’t cum yet jagi~ Let me cum inside that pussy, please!”
His hips stuttered and faltered so did his breathing as he was reaching his climax, just like you, his hips halted and a deep groan broke from his throat as a string of his cum spurted each corner of your walls. Your eyes rolled back from the warm feeling, making you squeeze your tits.
Jongho pulled your hands away from your tits and replaced them with his. Twisting, pulling and circling them and even going to the point of slapping them to make them bounce before he pulls out. His chest heaves and so does yours.
Jongho’s eyes laid on your dishevelled naked body before chuckling half-heartedly, “I’ll get the bath ready.” He grabbed his disregarded boxer and went towards the bathroom. You turn to the side as you watch his figure disappear from the bathroom and a few minutes later, he comes back to pick you up.
He places you down on the bathtub, scented candles and sweet-smelling bath bombs. Jongho places himself behind you, “Is this okay? Do you need something? Did I go too much on you?”
You shake your head, cupping water to fall on your shoulders when you feel a warm lips on your back then hands wrapping securely around your torso and pulling you close to his chest. You instantly relax from his hold, releasing a relieved breath as you close your eyes.
“I’m sorry.” Jongho spoke. You hum in acknowledgement, “I understood you jagi~ No need to apologise.” It must be hard on Jongho to open up this kind of topic since he might scare you off with his sexual desires or how high his sex drive is but with how you understood him without even explaining had him crying from the inside from being lucky to have someone to accept this other side of him.
“But what I did to you this morning is something I want to make up to you.” You can imagine him pouting and making you chuckle; playing with his fingers, “Oh jagi~ You already did. Multiple times.”
“Oh …” He tilted his head to look at your smirking face, “Is that your way of accepting my apology?” You turned away from him but his hand had already gripped your jaw, turning you to look at him. He stares down at you, his eyes flickering down to your eyes to your lips.
“Kiss me you freaky deaky.” His eyes disappear, laughing at your comment. His gummy smile showed as his cheeks flared, “Yah! Don’t call me that!”
#ateez#ateez imagines#ateez scenarios#ateez choi jongho#choi jongho#ateez jongho#choi jongho x reader#jongho smut#choi jongho smut#choi jongho imagine#ateez smut#ateez hard thoughts#ateez hard hours#ateez fanfic#ateez x reader#atz
164 notes
·
View notes
Text
Chapter VIII — "sensitive."
Deep down.
A/n: MDNI!!! MATURE CONTENT! smut under the cut. It's literally pure filth for jongho. There is absolutely no plot in this except for jongho being whipped. It's a lot. Bear with me!!
Toc + cw: semi-hard dom jongho(through the first half)/switch jongho. sub/switchy reader. guided masterbation (f. Receiving) fingering, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, unprotected sex (*gasps of false shock*) biting, boob worship, marking, slapping(ONCE), backshots(drink!), tummy bulge...., jonghos' mouth is kinda filthy, jjong has a noona kink low-key. There's a slight breeding kink in there, knotting!! Tugging!!, lots of cum, aftercare, big dick jongho, snuggly jongho, fluff!! Love you's after smex.
pet names/nns: doll, pretty, jagi(ya), noona, c0ck wh0re(once), little/cub (yours). jjongie, jjong, alpha, teddy bear (jongho's). min, (mingi's).
Wc: 8.6k
Jongho has an attitude that's hard to see, a personality that can be hard to grasp. That's what he's heard before, what he's read before- and he finds it accurate. Every time he says that, he remembers all the times you've caught him, as if he shared his feelings on his sleeves. The way your eyes scan him whenever you notice the tiniest detail is off, it's happened a lot.
You'd be kind enough to gift the young alpha a blanket if he seems to be curling in on himself a little more than usual. How you'd slip your hot pack into his palms if you catch him rubbing them together, when you'd make sure he was able to get a word in if his eyes seemed to light up at the topic of conversation, that's when he began yearning for you. Your simple affections had caught the alpha by storm. Taking care of him like you were his noona. It wasn't so simple when his friends began noticing it too.
Commenting on how often the two of you went viral for things that seemed more lovey-dovey than normal. How'd they ask occasionally if he was courting you yet, often in alpha traditions that had been abandoned decades ago. His friends could see jongho being old fashioned. Hell, even he himself could see that he preferred the tradition of courting. Maybe that's why he began doing it oh so subtly. Comforting you when you're nervous. Handing you anything he seems good enough for you. Sharing his clothing.
Buying you things, food, clothing, jewelry. He felt sick to his stomach with anxiety as you opened everything he gave you. Just wishing for your approval.
He had been courting you in his own way, unbeknownst to you and him. But in reality, he knew he was courting you, why else would he stop to look at a matching set of promise rings? He just didn't want to be rejected, so he kept it to himself. Kept his yearning to a minimum. And pretended like his heart didn't race when you called his name.
You had so casually swayed over, taking his hands in your own and spinning back and forth. You circled him as he sang. The caressing of your hands over his shoulders and waist as you leaned into him happily. Bouncing on the balls of your feet. Your group's song playing over the speaker. You all had just won an award. Yet the only thing jongho could keep his eyes on was you bouncing and swaying to the beat over his shoulder. Smiling brightly. Mumbling the lyrics into your mic flawlessly along with him.
Perhaps that's when jongho realized he was in love with you, or that he had known he would never love anyone else like he did you.
You trust jongho to guide you through the door of his shared room. Hands never leaving your hips, sliding down to nudge against the hem of your shorts just on the curve of your back. Strong and heavy and pushing you backwards, a waltz you can't see or predict because he's suffocating you with his tongue, shoving it around your own and swiping up every little noise you let out. Telling you to be quiet, so the other members can't see or hear you two entering their bedroom.
Jongho thought for a minute to take you on the counter in the bathroom, but why do that, when he could have his sheets covered in your scent? It'll give him something to remember. His hands pry the hoodie off, the shirt sticking to your skin, it's tossed somewhere in the room. Once your foot hits the edge of his bed you're falling atop it, splayed out so prettily in a daze for the younger alpha. Your hands reach for him, gripping the end of his shirt as you try to pull him above you.
He's staring and he knows he's staring. Your eyes squint, shyly. “Don't look at me like that” you mumble with your oh so swollen lips, he has a hard time stopping his lip from jolting up into a guilty smile, his hands coming around to grip the edge of the bed next to your thighs. “I'm allowed to stare, you're beautiful” he says honestly with a dreamy sigh, ignoring your protest, he goes on, holding eye contact as he’s leaning over your form with his strong arms that flex against the shirt he wears. He looks you over once for the go ahead, brown eyes caring and attentive. “Hurry jjongie” you huff.
His hands are rough, pulling your shorts and underwear off in one go, fingers digging their way down around the plush of your outer thighs. You whimper when you almost come off the bed, legs falling between jonghos. Again he stares, his hands sliding up to round up your thighs in his thicker hands and part them, your glistening cunt on display from the angle he bends your thighs to the side at. As he does you shift back to scoot up the bed. It's no use cause he holds you there, you're getting shy, legs attempting to close.
“Don't, I want to see you.” His eyes peek up from where you're leaking, his teeth prying his lip to hold back. You shake your head. “Stop staring” you mumble, turning your head away from him and closing your eyes. His hand snakes up your jaw, tugging you back to look at him.
“Show me how you play with yourself” he demands, eyes piercing. Your heart thumps out, jaw falling slack in his grasp. He pries your hand from the sheets of his bed, guiding it up to his lips. He's using his own fingers to guide yours into his own mouth, eyes prying as he gathers the slick on his tongue over your own digits, you let him guide you, a satisfied groan slipping past his lips when your knuckles bump the ridge top of his mouth.
He takes them out not a second after he deems them lubed up enough. His eyes cascade down your body, dipping your fingers along with his, he places them over your cunt, leaving them there for you to go on.
“Show me” his eyebrow shoots up as he demands again, eyes slotting from your flush expression back to the fingers he left over your cunt. He wants a show. And you're gonna give him one. You push them to open your lips, sighing softly. You slip one of your fingers in, then a second one, and pump them slowly. Gathering your palm to rub circles against your neglected clit.
He laughs lightly, it's a teasing sound, one that has you clenching your thighs close. He pulls them open again easily. “Come on doll, you can do better than that” he hums, glancing up at you. His hands come over to press against the curves of your thighs. Lifting you up so he can see you better, it's lewd and an exposing position that has you biting your tongue to hide any embarrassing noises.
He scoffs, using one of his hands to grip your jaw, it's not tight, just enough to get you to part your mouth open. There's a pinch in his eyes, a glint that has you staring back wide eyed. “Don't hide. Let me hear you.” His round eyes are piercing, he thumbs your palm out of the way to circle his thumb against your clit, slow agonizing circles that have you arching up into your own fingers.
“Jjongie-” You gasp when his thumb leaves, eyeing him up as he continues to look down at your cunt. His fingers prod your opening, that's when your jaw falls slack. He's pushing two of his digits in with your own, rubbing against the underside of your knuckles with his wider and heavier fingers.
“I didn't tell you to stop” he mumbles, pushing your thigh up again with his free hand that was just on your jaw. He's still digging his way inside, wiggling you open with little angled thrusts of his fingertips. “Keep going doll, use your fingers” you slowly pump them in again with his command, feeling the underside of his own fingers against your own steadily being slicked up. You feel a bit full with four fingers inside you, reaching for that spot that you can hardly reach.
Jongho seems to understand what you're doing, your own little moans picking up the farther you try to reach. “Mm, can't reach jagi? I'll help you” he shushes you softly. When he starts moving them you whimper, they're pressing down to move past your own, although you've had four cocks that are a thousand times bigger than your fingers, you miss how full you've been. Your stomach turns in knots, trying to reach an orgasm that's not gonna come without jonghos help.
You're slipping your fingers slightly out of your walls before you can even realize why. Jongho stops moving, gripping your wrist with his hand that's halfway buried inside you, stilling your fingers from coming out any more. “Where do you think you're going?” He scoffs, eyeing you as if you had the nerve to even pull yourself out. “Jongho-” You hiccup when he bottoms his fingers inside you, pistoning them to the hilt, a steady rhythm he begins setting himself as he grinds them over your other fingers. His free thumb digging into your clit.
“You don't listen,” he sighs, falsely upset. “Need me to do it all by myself” he whines into his words quietly. Thick thighs coming up to part your thigh over his lap. You twitch as he catches speed, free fingers wrapping around your wrist and pulling them in and out with his own, getting you to open up. Your walls clench and unclench in a rhythm. When jonghos thumb drives your clit up and down in faster circular movements your face scrunches up.
He's got his fingers so deep in you, digging your own so deep in with his. Dragging them in and out and trying to pry for your g-spot. He reaches it easily with his own, feeling you jolt when he prods the spot.
“there it is, that wasn't so hard” he coos. You're gasping as he bullies the spot, fingertips prodding it for reactions. Your thighs are clenching hard, twitching at the stimulus.
“jongho m-” your orgasm washes over quickly, legs attempting to close because it's too much. He keeps his bullying pace, digging his fingers in to stretch your orgasm until the last drop.
You're panting as he finishes and pulls his fingers out with yours, gasps falling off the tip of your tongue. That was almost world shattering, he was rough- not like you didn't enjoy it, but the slapping of his palm against your sensitive cunt left you feeling tingly.
“What do you say, pretty?” he places your fingertips on his tongue, sucking your juices off. He hums when he takes them out, kissing up your stomach to where your shirt has ridden up. You wiggle, panting gently into the air. He wants you to thank him for your orgasm. It's authoritative- yet you like it.
“Thank you”
He hums against your skin. “You're so welcome little cub” he says with such fondness the tone behind it doesn't catch your ears. He's lifting his fingers under your shirt, kissing the skin as it becomes more revealed the more he pulls it up. It's agonizingly slow. Taking his time with you. Memorizing your skin against his lips. The bottom stops just short of the roundness of your breasts.
He kisses the plumpness of them from where they pool out, teeth nibbling on them the next second. You audibly jolt, gasping lightly. Your hands move to thread through his hair. Tugging on the soft strands. He seems to grow impatient, cause in the next second he's hiking your legs up his waist and pushing you further up the bed. Helping you remove wooyoung's shirt.
Jonghos plump lips still remain glued to your chest, kissing around your prickling skin, against the hardening expansions of your nipples. He's using both of his hands to grip them, the fat pooling between his thick fingers.
You can make out the pattern of his lips following the shape of a heart, he takes the nub of your hardened nipple into his mouth, sucking and tugging. You bite your lip, crying behind a whine. You squeeze him tighter, grinding up into his sweats over his stomach. He hums back, gravelly and heavy, glancing up to look you in the eyes. He pays equal attention to both of them. Rolling them in his hands. Warm and hot at the same time.
“Jongho” you pout “need you” he pops off your nipple with a smile, kissing the irritated skin. “Where?” He asks, kissing up to your neck, in search of the spot that has you clenching. He'll leave a mark, only cause he knows you don't have any activities soon. And because he can't help it. He wants to mark you as his- as theirs. To tell anyone else to fuck off. Just to fulfill that urge to be possessive of you.
You pout despite knowing he can't see it. “Inside” you mumble quietly. Jongho seems to catch it, head placed right on the swell of where your neck meets your shoulder. Breathing against your skin as his fingers rake up the length of your body. Mapping out every inch of you. He slides them down to your hips, sitting up quickly. You're being flipped over before you can gasp, jongho using his strength to move you.
“inside right?” He leans over you, breathing against your head propped up on his pillow. His erection skims the plump of your ass, making you lean into him. It's all jongho in his bed. Laundry, florals, all consuming. You dig your face into it some more. “Yes” you wiggle your hips to caress against his bulge. Teasingly so. He curses under his breath. Jongho works behind you, stripping off his shirt and sweats in an array of fabric noises. If you could peek, you would. But he's already lifting your hips up to slot a pillow under your pelvis, making you more leveled with him.
You know exactly what he's doing, teasing you by staying out of view. You whimper when his hands spread your cheeks open. It's like his eyes leave a trail of heat on you.
“Been wanting to do this since you put on that show earlier” he scoffs, edging into a smile. The slick of his cock tip digging into the underside of your cunt makes you clench, he's gathering your slick to rub it along his length. He must be referring to when you lightly grazed your legs on the inner side of his thighs.
“You're so sensitive” you mumble through the haze, jongho stops, and maybe then you realize you're actually talking back. “Say that again doll,” jongho encourages, hands grasping your thighs right under the swell of your ass. There's a tone there. He squeezes tightly. “i- I didn't mean it-” you wiggle, wishing for that added pressure of his cock again. He smacks your cheek once, the flesh stinging. You yelp into the pillow placed under your head.
“Sure you didn't? Huh?” He's mean, mumbling into his words as he pulls his dick between your lips again, poking and prodding your hole with tiny gasp and a drawn out groan. “sensitive,” he repeats what you say.
“We'll see who's sensitive.” there's no build up to the way jongho flattens his hips against your ass or the way his cock slides in easily, you're soaked, his pillow too. You gasp at the complete size of him, clawing up on the pillow as if it's going to save you from sinking further as jongho pushes his full length in. His groan is cut off, head falling into your shoulder as he props himself above your back.
He digs his free hand that's not holding him up to under you, sliding it down to press against your stomach. You choke as he presses down on his bulge, there's an indention from his cock nestled against your walls.
“Feel that?” He breathily says, pulling out til the tip of him sticks in, you whine at the loss, loosing his wide length as he goes. It's not long he's gone, hand still over the spot he once was at before he's plowing back into you. Hips snapping. “That's how deep I am” he groans when his tip prods his palm.
You flutter, chest heaving as you throw your hips back to meet the hard and bruising pase jongho is setting. He knows his own strength, he has his own self control. Somehow he isn't using all of it to rearrange your guts. “So tight, already had four cocks- and you're still this tight?” He grumbles. Lips falling over your ear, your head digs down, gasps and moans that get cut off cause of every slap of jonghos hips.
It's loud, it's sticky, and your slick is already coating jonghos dick and thighs.
“You're so messy” he sits up to gaze down at your cunt, using your back as leverage to lean his wide palm. Your hips meet every thrust of his, guiding him in easily.
You're clenching around him, whimpering into the pillow. “I bet you get off on this noona, having all your members plow their way into you. You're our cock whore now, yeah?” his eyes never part from your wet core. He's scoffing when you squeeze, clearly enjoying his words. You can't even respond, already too lost in jongho to think.
“You do” he hums, groaning shamelessly into the back of his palm as it comes around to cover his mouth. He's so loud already, he really can't control it. Attempting to bite back every groan that slips, “bet they enjoy it just as much as you do.” he leans over, squishing you completely with his body weight, the angle is harder to move in, so instead you just let jongho use you.
“gonna take you every rut and use you, just like this” jonghos fantasies are seeping into every word. Who knows where these new feelings came from, or the way he's bullying you as his cock gives you exactly what you want.
“shit- keep you so full.” There's a louder breathier moan that comes from his mouth, when he completely digs his dick back in, bottoming out every thrust. His hands come around to the sides of you, knees planted firmly on each outer side of your thigh. Heavy and rutting up every time he thrusts forward.
You can feel his skin scrape against your own, warm and new, skin that you haven't ever felt before from jongho. “Want to-” you moan quietly, “see you” you whine when he pulls out, length taken away and leaving you alone without him to fill you.
You're flipped back over onto your side as jongho comes behind you, spreading your thigh over his hip. He kisses your shoulder as he lines himself up again, throbbing against his fingers as he guides it in. You sigh as you're filled again. Head falling against his chest, just under his chin. He grabs the leg on your hip and widens you further, scrunching your leg up under his strong arm.
“Can't- jongho- alpha-” You whimper at the stretch in your muscles. “I need to be able to reach you jagi” he sighs, groaning through his words. His palm falls over your stomach again where the dent of him lies inside. His thrusts are slower this time, no doubt trying to hold off his orgasm. You're already so close to your own, even before he pulled himself out.
With every hard twitch of his thighs, he's slipping in and out of you. A heavy thump as he hits your cervix at the perfect angle. You gasp every time, tingling building up in your gut. You reach your arm behind you to hold him, threading it into the back of his head where his soft hair is. “Want you to cum, you got too.” he whimpers, the first time he has, just as your eyes take over his. Warm and lustful and round, more softer than they were minutes ago. The sight is peeling an orgasm out of you that has you shaking in jonghos grasps.
Jaw falling open. Jongho takes it as his opportunity to cut you off with a sloppy kiss, his heavy rhythm picking up. Both of his hands come around to grip the bulge of your stomach, dropping your thigh back over his hip. “Just like that- ah. fuck.” He curses quietly, thrusts slowing and becoming sloppy, he bottoms completely inside you. Knot swelling and keeping you close, jongho pulses inside you, hard. His head falling against the pillow next to you when his eyebrows scrunch and his own jaw falls slack. A shuddered gasp pulling from his throat.
A lot of his cum pools deep in you, even so much as spilling out around jonghos knot, you shudder at the warmth, hot and thick and consuming your insides with just jongho.
You grasp for his hand as you come down with him, he reaches back out, smoothing his palm over your tummy and gathering your fingers between his own. Adoring eyes scanning your features, your face shows no discomfort, just sleepiness. It's quite often you get tired after sex, and just like jongho everyone has noticed this. “Are you tired?” Jongho asks with a quiet sigh, planting a kiss on your temple. He's kept himself up, front pressed to your back so you can remain close.
You shake your head. “‘m comfortable, I like being full” you almost purr. Lost in your own afterglow. The younger alpha digs his nose into your shoulder; breathing in your scent as he looks across your body. Hickeys and bite marks align your neck, reaching your most sacred primal spot. They trail all the way down your breasts like patches of butterflies, stopping just below the bottom most round spot of your breasts. Your stomach is completely untouched, left to look round and untainted.
Jongho internally laughs, as if the spot were to be filled. Left untainted so it could be full of pups and cum, their pups. And their cum.
His hips jolt forward. You jump too. Jongho shushes you, softly apologizing. “Sorry, can't help it” he whimpers softly, head digging into your shoulder to calm himself. You press back against him, already asking for more softly. “jongho” you preen when the alpha kisses your neck, head pulling to the side. When you clench his hand over your stomach, jongho feels you flutter around him. A shudder sigh being pulled out of his lungs. “m- please, please move jjongie. Need more” you whimper, already swinging your hips back into him.
He shudders, head pulling out of your neck to look at you, gripping your hips. “You have all of me, pretty, i'm already so deep,” he builds a slow thrust, knot still pulling against you, your breath hiccups at the stretch when he pulls too far out, threatening to take his knot with him. He never does though, pulling it all the way back in, but only slightly out as he slowly works his cock in and out of you. Gradually bringing you two to that edge, even if your thighs are shaking from overstimulation.
You fall halfway over onto your stomach to hide your face into the pillows, jaw falling slack in a silent whine. You're so close, just barely any friction on jonghos part and you're already gonna cum. jongho follows you body with his own, leaning onto his knee to prop himself back over you, gasping short as you spasm around his cock. “jjongie- just like that- gonna cum” you warn him, he hums, strangled as he bottoms completely in you in another heavy thrust. The squelch of your already mixture of cum creating sticky sounds against your bodies. Jonghos eyes cloud over as he stares. It's a sight he prefers over everything else, your slick and his cum is gathering along his length and over your pussy, every time he pulls out more comes with him.
He audibly whimpers when you squeeze him again, overstimulating himself, his knot is not helping. It's painful but it's so good. The perfect mixture of pain and pleasure. “I'm gonna cum- You're gonna take all of it right?- ah. mm.” he bites on his lips to stiff any moans. “Cumming- ah- jongho” you gasp with a call of his name, fingers straining against his sheets. In the midst of going through it, you're flipped back into your side as jongho drapes himself completely over you, pushing your hips as he bends down to bite on your collarbone. Teeth digging deep, his hand once holding him up pulls your face into his neck, signaling you to do the same.
You tremble as you flutter around his cock, overstimulated in the best way. Your bite is wide, positioned a bit too close to a spot he can't hide well. Oh well. Hoodies and crewnecks it is. Jongho cums quickly after a few more shallow thrusts with your name falling off his tongue. Cum painting your walls in more of his scent, it gathers and works to push around his knot, pooling under your pelvis and ruining the sheet. He whimpers into your skin, pulling his teeth back enough to kiss the quickly bruising and deep spot, shallow thrusts as he guides you both through the aftermath.
You tap out quickly after, pushing against his hips as best you can. “too much-” you whimper, panting, jongho sighs as he falls on top of you. Clearly hoping you'd say that. His hands landing on either side to support himself up so he isn't squishing you, breathing harshly against your back. He swallows heavily.
“who's sensitive now”
You laugh lightly, tilting your head up so you can look at him, his boba eyes are endearing, forehead shiny with sweat. “shut up” your hand snakes around his neck, pulling him back in for a sweet kiss. A loving peck that lasts a second of comfort before you're falling back into the pillow, completely lost of strength. Jongho levels down with you, attempting to hold himself up. He's trying. It's not working well, his limbs are slowly becoming jelly.
“Move over” he asks with a kiss on your neck, eyes never leaving your lax face, you peek your eyes open and sigh, struggling to turn in his grasp, you both struggle for a solid second, attempting to rearrange your limbs without hurting the knot tied between you two. You both just end up sideways, facing each other in a mix of limbs. You're able to actually see jongho and all his beauty, he hides all of that under clothing, yet maybe you want him too. He's built like a god. You might actually get too distracted by him (more than you already do) if he were to wear anything more revealing than what he already wears.
“Remind me to take a picture next time” you joke, finger running along his bicep, memorizing the relaxed muscles under his skin and the way the muscles gather shadows. Jongho laughs lightly, eyes heavy with sleep. He watches you watch him, like he always has. Unbeknownst to you. You're his moon and stars. The prettiest thing in the world to him- most perfect too. You don't have to be actually perfect; he loves you as you are. His noona, his member, and his hard working friend. Friend isn't even the right word for jongho to describe your relationship. It's more so.. much more than that. It's a lot words can't describe.
His arm is curled under his head against his own pillow, his other hand reaching to pick up a piece of your hair and stroke it behind your ear. His thumb rubbing against your cheek. His gummy grin is nothing short of beautiful in your eyes when you make eye contact. Jongho has never been one for touch, but being mere inches apart; completely revealed to each other, you can't help but want to hold him like the big bear he is. Run your hands through his hair and kiss around his face until he's red.
“Can I kiss you?” he asks so quietly, you find it hard to believe he even did. You smile, nodding eagerly and shuffling into his embrace some more, hands enrapturing his neck to bring him in. He holds your face with his heavy palm, leaning down to passionately take your bottom lip between his. A slow sinatra that tells him exactly what he wanted to know and you the same. Both of your eyes close as you bask in each other's lips.
He pulls away with an extra breath against your lips, his hand falling away to rub against your shoulder. Soothing it in circles. Your own hands rubbing his neck, thumbing over the mole that you love to stare at. You lean up to kiss it softly, nuzzling your face under his chin affectionately. He lets you despite the racing of his heart, despite you being able to pull away and leave if you want. If you both want. His knot is gone but you're still with him.
The tissues on jonghos nightstand are soft enough to use to clean up, they're of great quality. He gently prys it from your hand as you reach for them and sits up to smooth it over your thighs, gathering yours and his fluids. He's a lot quicker than you're used to, a little rough as he swipes it over your still sensitive and soiled hole. You groan and he apologizes under his breath, tossing the last of it away after cleaning himself off, only the most soaked spots though. He grabs his sweats and shoves them on as he gets up.
He doesn't go far, the trash can by his bedside table is conventional. He takes your face in his hands when he leans over and kisses you deeply, just once before he's getting up and quickly gathering clothes from his drawer. His round eyes every so often flickering to you, as if you'll run away. As if you can. You laugh lightly at the thought, tucking yourself against his bed and pillows. You curl up with one of them, sighing heavily, avoiding the wet patch on jonghos bed.
Speaking of wet patch, jongho comes back with a pair of shorts and a tee on, you miss the skin, but his comfort is most important. He kisses your head when he leans over, hand placed over your back. He's touchy, so touchy. You love it, yet you're scared it'll only last so long. Scared of reciprocating it too much or else he'll flee.
“Look at me” jongho calls your name, interrupting your inner thoughts. You hum as you turn to your side. Jonghos palm falling across your cheek to turn your head towards him. “What's wrong?” Are you that obvious? You sigh “i- I'm just kinda, scared i'll touch you wrong” well. That's not exactly what you meant to say, but it's good enough. Jonghos eyebrows furrow. “Oh, jagi” he laughs at you softly, you go to turn away, suddenly embarrassed. “We just had sex and you're worried about touching me?” jongho voices his thoughts, head falling over your shoulder as he continues to giggle. “Nevermind,” you mumble, attempting to turn away in his grasp.
Jongho smooths his palm against your tummy, turning you back over to face him. “You can touch me, anytime” he responds softly. “Just be careful, we're still idols,” he jokes. You shake your head. “You're unbearable” you pout. “I know cub, but I'm not the one getting shy over touching” he slides in next to you, smiling wide. Eyes scrunching. Picture perfect as usual. His brown hair is hardly a mess, his cream shirt hugs him just right, and his shorts are gathering his thighs up under the loose fabric. He's pulling you gently up by the shoulders to slip his shirt over you now. At a loss for some bottoms.
You really could care less about going without underwear when jonghos shirt is practically a nightgown. The dark fabric makes you look genuinely tiny. You smooth your hand over the fabric when jongho manages to pull a towel out of his dirty laundry, shoving it onto the wet spot. “Where's that towel from?” You scrunch your nose at him. “Brought it back from the gym”
That explains the heavy odor of sweat.
You chuckle, pulling your hair out of the collar of the shirt. “So manly” you hum teasingly. Jongho rolled his eyes, caging himself against your back when he went to lay down on the pillow next to you. “You like it though, I saw you staring” you turn, he's hiding his face smugly in the pillow. “Jongho” you huff, a loss for words. “I don't stare” you mumble, slinking down to lay face to face with him. He shakes his head with a smile and laugh, smoothing his hand over your back once again. “You so do,” he hums. “I do too,” he goes on to admit. You grin cheekily. “Really? How often? When?” You encourage, hoping to get him to start turning red. He's slowly getting there, eyes scrunching closed.
“All the time, when you can't see” he says with a heavy breath, his body relaxing as he admits to it. You smile gently at the confession. “I do too” he laughs lightly at your words, eyes peeking open. “I know you do, you're not very good at hiding it” he bites his swollen lip before he continues, eyes raking over your comfortable figure. “you just can't help yourself can you?” He teases.
You shake your head. “Not when it's you” your finger trails up his neck, pushing on his lips. He parts them for you, kissing the tip of the digit. You sigh. He's so pretty. Your thighs clench. “Jjongie” you call his name softly, eyes glancing over his figure as you struggle to sit up, facing him fully. “Yes?” He quietly responds, hands falling to follow you. “Can you give me one more? Just one? Please” you whisper, head falling to his jaw and sucking the skin there in a sticky kiss.
Jongho moans silently, jaw falling open, he moves to your whim. Holding your hips as you lean over him. You take the opportunity to kiss his mole and neck, trailing down to litter tiny hickeys around the bite you left. Marking him some more. Sucking and teasing the skin. He's breathy, head pulled to the side to let you. You're maneuvering to lay on top of him. Straddling his hips.
“Can i jjongie?” You reach for the hem of his shirt, he's nodding, way too quickly for his liking but he doesn't care, already pressing his shorts against your thigh so he has some relief from the growth in them. You help him work it off his head, he lands against the pillow. He sighs as you stare down at him. Lips pursing when your tongue sticks out to wet them. Jongho rolls his hips against you, cursing the fabric of his pants for being the only separation.
You're peeling your shirt off next, jongho helping you do so. Finally, he's taking time to feel you up, whenever his greedy hands can reach. His tough hands kneading the flesh of your breasts, his thumb rolls over your nipple. You buck, moaning his name quietly, he eagerly responds with his own breathy moan. Leaning up to ask for a kiss, his head falls back down when you smash your lips onto his, suffocating his groans in your mouth. You swirl your hips forward, grinding your cunt against his covered cock.
Jonghos face scrunches, jaw falling slack- completely open as he leans his head against the pillow. “Can't wait noona” he mumbles, reaching down to unhook his sweat strings. You help him, tugging down his shorts the rest of the way. Your hips wiggle in anticipation.
Jonghos dick is flush and red from the strain, bobbing against his lower stomach with need. He grips it, stroking it once to satisfy the ache if only for a second. You grip his hand, grabbing it with your own and squeezing. A whimpered gasp falling off his tongue. He calls your name. “I'm gonna put you inside now jjongie- gonna make us feel so-so good” you whimper at your own words, lining up the tip of him to your hole. He stutters up, holding your waist.
“no prep?” his eyes widened in concern. You kiss his face softly, thumbing over the slit of his tip. He whines softly, eyes fluttering. “Don't need it,, just need you” you whisper against his lips, toying with him. Your head falls over his as you sink your hips down. There's a slow stretch and you're stopping when he's hardly inside. He whimpers, resisting the urge to buck into you. To get himself fully inside your hot walls and paint you again with his cum and scent.
“Told you-” he gasps when your hips sink down a bit more, clenching and tensing around him. “You needed prep,” he cuts himself off, guiding his hands against your waist. You huff, eyebrows furrowed and mouth slack. “s’ too big jjong” you rock your hips, guiding yourself forward and breathing through the stretch. Jongho doesn't comment on the pride he feels or the smug feeling he gets hearing that from you. He helps as much as he can, breathing with you and stilling. His eyes lock with yours when his thumb smooths down over your stomach to circle your clit.
You try your hardest not to move, whimpering. You're seeping along his length, trying to draw him in with pulses of your cunt. “Stop squeezing me- oh. Shi-” he covers his noises by biting his bottom lip. “Gonna cum if you keep doing that” he looks back down at where he stretches you out. Rocking you slowly, back and forth to sink further, you fall down the rest of the way on your own. Gasping loudly when he bottoms out completely. You fall over his chest, grasping along his length as you dig your head down into his neck. Jongho kisses your neck, rubbing your back in soothing circles.
“too tight- ‘m moving? Okay? Gonna help you” he swirls your hips forward, gasping along with you. His hands capture your thighs, just under your hips to dig his blunt fingernails into you. He keeps the momentum until you're slightly lifting your hips up and dropping them onto him. The squelch makes jong buck, digging his length up to meet you. You moan his name next to his ear, your arms wrapping tightly around his shoulders.
His heels dig into the bed every time he thrusts up, rolling his hips with yours, there a pace you two are setting, sloppy. Just trying to get each other off quickly. His hand comes forward to circle your clit from between the both of you, dragging your ass up with his free hand to plant back onto his own thrusts. It's so short, cause you're already spasming around his cock. Crying at the wave of your orgasm already creeping up on you.
“Jongho-! JJongie gonna cum too quick-” you cry against his skin. He digs his fingers, all the more reason to continue his assault on your clit. “Just let go cub, I'm- mm- cum with you” he breathes out quickly, head thrown back in pleasure. His thighs shaking, he's so close, closer than you are, he's been holding it back the entire time.
You curl forward with a cry of his name, sobbing against his shoulder in ecstacy. Your thighs clench around his hips and waist roughly, trembling. Jongho grunts and moans as he stills inside you, rolling your hips back down onto him one last time to get himself all the way inside. His knot pops in the most gratifying way, sticking deep inside you whilst his load covers your womb. His neck is covered in sweat and so are your thighs. Everything feels sticky as you both breathe in unison.
“good?” Jongho laughs lightly, you laugh along. He whimpers dramatically when he feels you clench, mumbling how you shouldn't move as his fingers dig into your waist. You ignore his words, “s’was really good jongho, good job alpha” you compliment him, leaning off his chest to even out your shaky legs. He helps as much as he can, gripping you gently.
You hum with a comfortable sigh as you lay against his chest now. Legs locking up against him. Jonghos hand comes to hold your shoulder against him, fiddling with your palm. The light on the side of jonghos bed keeps you from sweet sleep. Jongho watches your face, relaxed and full of content.
“I love you”
He holds his breath, an accidental whisper of his real feelings. He ruined it- ruined the safe space he just made and completely broke down a wall that's supposed to be there, he tenses. You sigh softly; lip curling. “Love you too teddy bear”
It was bound to happen eventually, the stomping of feet in the hallway only gives enough time for jongho to pull his almost disregarded blanket over your bodies. His tough hands wrap around your shoulders protectively.
The only person to swing the door open is san, his hands holding the knob in a vice grip. His cheeks puffed up when he pokes his head in, eyes completely screwed shut to avoid seeing anything he didn't want too. “There's a hot shower waiting for you, not you” San attempts to point his finger in your direction then to jongho's, based on instinct he measures out where jonghos bed is. He's off by a lot. “Just so you two know it's rude to sneak off, I thought you were coming back” he pouts. Clearly missing you.
You smile into your words, cuddling closer to jongho for warmth against the cold and once abandoned blanket. “Be out in a lil bit, promise” you're surprised at how jongho didn't immediately throw something at san, yelling and telling him to get out. The younger alpha seems flabbergasted as San shuts the door.
His eyes lock back down to yours when you turn your head to see his face, his ears are red. The corner of his lips lifting as you stare, puzzled.
“Do you need company?”
Your shower is quick and easy, jongho helping you to clean up whilst he himself also cleans up, making sure you're able to stand on your own. It's sweet and innocent with him laughing every once in a while when he splashes you, you do the same back to him. He dries your hair gently, running the end of a comb to brush through what he can. He uses it on himself occasionally, warm air puffing up his bangs. He leaves with a towel wrapped around his waist and comes back wearing pajamas, different from the other ones he had on, a loose graphic gray shirt that only barely shows off the bite on his neck. Matching with a pair of heavy sweatpants. Your eyes glance over the bite, sticky with ointment that you insisted on rubbing along it, bruising hickeys lining up against his tan skin, you grimace.
“Jjong, what happened to your clothes?” Your eyebrows furrow, stopping the movement of rubbing ointment against the sensitive bites on your body. “You got them dirty love” he shrugs, the nickname rolling off his tongue easily. He leans over to kiss your head. Basking in the height difference. You decide to just ignore his words, reaching for the clothing in his arms.
It's a pair of simple shorts and a shirt. A grey gym shirt? You glance up at jongho, the guy smiles shyly, hands creeping around your waist. It's fresh at least, still smells like jongho even though he hasn't worn it. You take a satisfied whiff and slip it on, pulling a pair of your own underwear on and lastly the dark shorts that are a bit too loose for you. They're not yours or jonghos. The length is too small for his taste.
“hongjoong?” you smell as his cologne wafts up to your nostrils, you shrug them on, tying the strings tighter before shoving the fresh pair of white socks on as well. “he wanted me to give them to you, to wear” he sighs, guiding you towards the hallway and shutting the light off behind you.
You smile at the younger alphas insisting to guide you, hands tugging yours with him. His larger palm is gripping around your wrist gently, rubbing against your scent glands.
The living room is noisy from the TV. Your nest comes into view as you both round the corner, jonghos hand slips from yours when he steps to the kitchen. You smile at the sight, seonghwa is practically laying halfway on hongjoong, sleeping, wooyoung on the other side of the leader. They're both on the far right of the nest, cuddled up with one of your blankets spread over each other.
Mingi and Yunho are sitting together on the propped up couch, probably taking interest in actually laying on it together instead of in it. Yeosang is laid face down in the middle of the nest, asleep on a pillow. San is placed on the far left of the nest, scrolling mindlessly on his phone. Yunho seems to have been drifting, before Mingi perks up and leaps.
“dibs!” He gathers you in his arms before san can spring up from next to yeosang. San pouts, hands thrown up in defeat. “You weren't even a part of the conversation!” mingi laughs quietly. His hands swing you back and forth in his embrace. You shake your head, having no clue what they were calling dibs on or talking about. You shuffle forward, mingi steps over the empty spots to pull you down onto the couch next to him.
You fall onto mingis lap, feet sticking out and onto yunhos. The sleepy member doesn't seem to mind, his hand curling around so he can hold your ankle. A soft caress of his fingertips over the glands there. You take a deep breath, relaxing against mingi. He tilts your head up, demanding your attention.
“hi min” you greet him, pecking his jaw softly, as if on instinct. He preens, grinning, his lips growing wider and more shy. “hi,” he simply responds, as if a school boy saying hello to a pretty girl. “So..” he starts quietly over the TV. A conversation being held only for the two of you. “Mhm?” Yunho chimes in as he seeps into the couch on the other side. “mingi and i were wondering if you wanted to do some size training tomorrow”
The mentioned male sputters, waving his hand as Yunho flat out says what's on his mind. Mumbles of “that's not.. well-” “i-.. it is, size training- i mean..” coming from behind you. Your eyes widen. If size training is what he truly believes it is, and knowing yunho is massive.. are they planning to… yunho smirks at your expression.
“You think you could take two?” Yunho's eyebrow quirks, genuine interest in his dark eyes. Can you take two? This discussion is so casual, at least they're warning you. “depends” you sigh, leaning into mingi shyly, a pillow brought across your chest so you can hold it. “you could hardly take me, even after i.. you know” yunho seems to grow shy. “it's easier now” your hand comes up to cover your face at your own words. “I.. think it has to do with my- slick?” Mingi shifts from under you, are you even using the right term?
Yunho hums, lip poking out as he thinks. “That's what seonghwa said,” Yunho nods, sighing. “It's still better to be prepared” yunho shrugs, his hand rubbing patterns against your ankle.
“When you do take two, we can know the signs if it's too much for you.”
Yunho's cock does happen to be the biggest in the group out of all you’ve seen, probably to match his size and height. He's just big overall. So if he's big, then mingi (according to your logic of alphas and having big dicks) might actually be massive to also make up for his size. The cute, giggly, wide eyed member who clings to you.. it's too much to think about.
You hum, wiggling on mingis lap. The man sighs, trying to get comfortable from under you. There's a bulge that he doesn't feel like mentioning, hard because you talked about having sex. It's embarrassing to him. “yeah, let's try, it's better when I'm not post heat hazy, after breakfast?”
Why are you scheduling sex? You don't know, but for some reason there's no awkward tension, just passive buildup. It feels like you're planning a date as a couple that has been together for years. Comfortable and tingling. You turn to look mingi in the eyes, he's beet red. Ears flushing under the lights of the TV. “What do you think?”
He nods quickly, a short conformational hum leaving his throat. It bobbles when he swallows thickly. You smile, a huff of air escaping your nose.
“We'll do some size training then” yunho nods, head falling back over the arm of the couch where a pillow is propped. You turn into mingis' side, enjoying his warmth and scent you haven't had on you in a long time. He jumps, hands jolting to lighten his grip just to let you move freely. “Nervous?” You tease.
Mingi smiles, his lips pulling down into a concerned grin, he slots back into his spot. “I might ruin you” he admits with a quiet sigh “I can be rough- I am rough” he's warning you. You glance up at his face. Heat pooling into your own.
You've heard it before, heard about mingi being too rough during sex. Especially during his ruts. He's broken plenty of rut sanctuary beds, you've had to pick him up to pay for it. His skin sticky with sweat and looking much more masculine than when the guys dropped him off. You have your license, yet all you can think about when you drive is how insanely hot mingi looked coming out of the alpha building block, you were probably a liability on the road at that time. His hair is messy on his head and his body completely reeks. He smelt like an alpha who had a tough brawl of it with himself. And he wouldn't even look you in the eyes.
Whatever toys or help they provide never seemed to do the trick cause he seemed much more frustrated and quiet being picked up. You'd ask him if he was feeling better and he'd completely ignore you. He hardly spoke to you afterwards, needing at least three days to recover his attitude. And even after then, you've heard rumors amongst your idol friends about mingi in bed, despite not wanting to know you couldn't help eavesdropping.
Your eyebrow quirks. “Is this your way of telling me you're a warning sign?” Mingi laughs lightly at that, you must be okay with it.
“I'm just letting you know, that's why yunho's there.” he thumbs your chin, his eyes growing more lax.
“To bring you back when it gets too rough”
I went off the deep end with this one !!!! Literally need to have jonghos babies immediately, I can be the perfect wife, please one chance, jongho!! I no longer feminism when jongho exists. Thanks to my cutie patootie @uhhheather and my pookie bear @hhoneylix for helping me thru some plot and some of the smut teehee!! Ily guys (kisses screen). Also.. size training with yunho n mingi?... mingi being rough?? I have so much to write oh lawrd.
taglist: @lelaleleb @bratty-tingz @0325tiny @smilefordongil @atinytinaa @yunholuvrsblog @ja3hwa @stopeatread @sousydive @voicesinmyhead-rc @giiouis @c4tboyxiao @eastleighsblog @doggopepper @uhhheather (thanq u) @hyukssunflower @hhoneylix (ty, pookie) @tunaasan @satsuri3su @acescavern @edusweah @silentcry329 @silentreadersthings @ldysmfrst @idfkeddieishot @zdgx1 @lomons @rln-byg @mommahwa1117 @ddaeing @chngbnwf @mentoslol @spooo00oky @dawn-iscozy @ateezima @vannabanana1995 @fvlvy @caityelise99 @emmmui (thank u all! If the tag isn't working or i forgot to add u, please let me know ♥︎ if you want to be added to the taglist comment here -> ★ )
#ateez x reader#ateez a/b/o au#a/b/o au#ateez ot8#ateez x female reader#ateez ot8 x reader#polyamarous#ateez mingi#ateez san#ateez yeosang#ateez wooyoung#ateez hongjoong#ateez jongho#ateez seonghwa#ateez yunho#choi jongho smut#jongho x reader#san x reader#yeosang x reader#mingi x reader#seonghwa x reader#hongjoong x reader#wooyoung x reader#yunho x reader#alpha ateez#seventhcallisto#deep down#ateez smut#kpop x reader#jongho smut
475 notes
·
View notes
Text
Win Me a Bear // Our Precious #4
Win Me A Bear (Our Precious series 4)
M.list ┃ Previous ┃ Next
Pairing: Choi Jongho x Reader ft. Woosan making out.
Warnings: smut, switch!jongho, sub!reader, unprotected sex, rough sex, a little bit of manhandling, bit of anal fingering, subtle dirty talk and degradation, choking and bruising, use of sex toys (vibrator).
Note: if you're uncomfortable with any aspect of this chapter, topics, and the warnings, then please do not proceed. Not proofread.
Gist: after a week into moving in with your new flatmates, you and Jongho feel a lot closer to each other than before. With that closeness, your sexual tension becomes thick and unbearable. So, when Jongho suggested he'd "take you out" to the university fest, you didn't know he had other intentions to it. Not to forget, he even gave his all to win you a bear at a random game stall.
Word Count: 15,912
The mug of coffee in your hand proffers you a little bit of warmth while Mingi's cold brown eyes were piercing through yours. Another day, another stone-hearted glare from him, another attempt at appeasing your mind. It's no surprise, but the grounds have already been established that you two are eternally bound in a hellfire. Arguments are to strike on the daily basis, and you were prepared for those consequent feelings to surface somehow. On the contrary, you no longer had to worry about his unreasonable resentment towards you. It was clear as a day to you when he firmly said or called others to be addicted to your 'cunt'.
You momentarily cringe at yourself recalling his said words, not that you could resist yourself from reeling back into that night. Things went well that night, you had stayed over for dinner with them and ironically, Yunho joked about how he had the 'dessert' first and then the dinner. Of course, you were his dessert, metaphorically speaking. Conversations carried on were all too basic until Wooyoung asked you for your sexual preferences, the nitty gritty details about your personality in bed. It didn't take long for things to get awkward all around the table, So Seonghwa shooed everyone away to their rooms and asked for your help in doing the dishes with him. Now, you could be biased, but the conversation you had with him was way better and liberating than others. You could tell you were hella attracted to him, and not just for his appearance, but also for his personality and the way he speaks.
Which would explain why you were in the kitchen with him currently; you and Mingi's little battle of standing true through 'intense' eye contact had been deemed worthless by Seonghwa.
He clears his throat, and announces, "quit it you two!"
Mingi clicks his tongue and looks away, "move, you're in my way."
He clenched his jaw, spitting his words with an aggressive tone which you didn't find it quite right. You pressed your lips together and opened your mouth to retort, however Seonghwa having predicated the argument bubbling amid you two, soon scoffs out, "be more polite to her, Mingi. It costs you nothing."
Your attention trails towards Seonghwa, who apparently was trying to flip a pancake in the pan. His back faced Mingi, but he didn't fall short on conveying his authority. Leaning against the kitchen counter, at a distance from Seonghwa, you confusedly look at Mingi and he offers you a very dramatic eye roll and a sigh.
"I need to get my bowl for cereal," he explains further, shaking his head and then turning on his heels, "you know what? Never mind, I'll skip on breakfast today."
Your brows scrunch together, before you could say anything, Seonghwa beats you to it, "have your breakfast, Mingi. You're not going anywhere on an empty stomach."
"Ugh," he groans, "you're always breathing down my neck."
He turns back around, and you move from the counter; watching him drag the drawer out and take a red coloured bowl, you muse for a little and then take a deep breath. Mingi was...he was...God you had no words to describe him, or his appearance. He was tall, intriguing, he was buff, hot, and he had the most kissable lips you had ever seen on a guy. You were thirsting over him, pining to caress his lips with yours for at least a second to know what they tasted like. Probably bitter, your subconscious replied. Mingi fiddles his fingers across the oversized graphic shirt he had worn, an action which causes for the material to strain around his chest and expose off his pointy nipples. His pecks looked delicious, you were drooling mentally over them and him...
You need to get a grip!
"Angel, would you mind sitting on the dining table?" Seonghwa asks, stacking the baked pancake over a plate which already had some. "I'll bring your plate right away."
He smiles at you, waiting for you to take an initiative, or maybe, he was waiting for Mingi to leave. Without saying, Mingi does leave, paddling his feet away to the dining table where two boxes of cereal were sitting atop along with a carton of milk. Morning haze sunshine breaks through the balcony doors, flooding the living and the dining space with golden rays of heat; you were greeted by the sound of birds chirping when you had awoken, alongside Seonghwa's groggy voice asking you for coffee. When you woke up, way early than you could ever have, you found yourself sitting idle on the dining table and watched the sunrise percolate the dawning night sky. A beautiful blend of purple and orange had taken over, intriguing your senses and proffering deep thoughts to your mind, as Seonghwa had also accompanied you.
"I'm good here," you smile back at him, wide and bright, letting your eyes linger over him for a minute longer than they should have. "I like spending time with you."
You shrug, looking down at your mug and he lets out a chuckle, rolling his loosened sleeves further up his forearm, before pouring a ladle of batter into the pan. The sounds of sizzle reverberate, easing out the awkward silence between you two.
"Me too," he says, cracking into a grin, "you're fun to have around. And your elaborate imagination makes it even better."
"Unfortunately, some don't like my presence here," you mutter under your breath, Mingi's ear perk at your sound but his mouth doesn't yap as it usually would. "Well, their loss."
Seonghwa lets out a soft titter, "it sure is."
You again let your eyes rummage over Seonghwa's figure a little longer; he towered over the counter, wearing a burnt orange shirt with its sleeves rolled up till his elbows and paired it with black trousers, and had a navy-blue apron covering it all. He liked cooking. It seemed like it; not from the way he was flipping the pancake or preparing dinner, but by the apron he tied around his waist—it had his name embroidered on it in a pretty shade of pastel blue and green.
"There you go," he mumbles, stacking the freshly made pancake on top of already made ones on a plate and hands it to you.
"Let me finish my coffee first," you remark, pouting.
He rolls his eyes playfully at you and strides towards Mingi who was sitting peacefully and enjoying his cereal while scrolling through his phone. Placing the plate in front of him, Seonghwa flashes him a bold smile and pats his back twice before returning next to you. The stove is shut off, and he takes a breath of relief.
"How did you sleep last night?"
Seonghwa initiates and you gulp the sip of coffee in a haste to answer, "slept well. Actually, Jongho and I were talking about our classes till late night yesterday. You know, basic things."
"Really?" he instigates, "just about classes?"
"Yes, what else?" you state as a matter of factly, and shake your head. "I agree there has been some tension between us for the past few days, but I swear, it's nothing I can't handle."
"The tension between you two is so thick you could practically cut it with a knife," he adds, "you two need to fuck it out."
"Fuck what out now?" Yunho chimes in, his footsteps ascending into the kitchen.
"Her and Jongho's sexual tension..." Seonghwa answers him, and you both earn nothing as a reaction from him.
Yunho's sleepy eyes caress your face, and then Seonghwa's, his bed hair looks cute on him and for a fact, his flushed face was giving your head some ideas you didn't want to have. The squishy cheeks you had started adoring so much were practically cherry red, cute. Yunho walks straight over to the refrigerator and pulls it open to grab a chilled bottle of water. Unscrewing the cap in no time, he gulps the entire bottle down. You're staring at him, biting your lip, controlling your arousal to make a splash in your panties—basically, you were helpless since he was riling you up by just drinking water. And why wouldn't you be, staring at his sharp jawline and the way his adam's apple quivered with every gulp of water he took, gave you an ecstatic rush of thrill.
A few drops of water trickle down his chin and neck, eventually soaking into the white shirt he had worn; pulling the bottle away from his lips, he crushes it in one hand and flings it into the trash can just situated at a feet's distance from the refrigerator.
He heaves out a sigh, "that felt good."
You swallow thickly before raising your mug up to hide your flustered cheeks.
"Did you sleep well, Angel?" Yunho asks you, and you nod, not caring to bring the mug away or anything.
His brows stitch closer to each other on his forehead. "Okaaaaaayy." He drags his word as if he had another question in the waiting. "Are you going to attend the university fest today? I suppose it's the last day of it..."
You nod again.
Seonghwa scoffs, "Jongho asked her to company him tonight, right? Well, I believe that could be a perfect opportunity to fuck it out."
You nod. Yet again. But this time you were bewildered to learn Yunho's reaction; his face falls, lips turning to a frown and eyes darkening in mere seconds. He was jealous. And you wanted that to happen. Not because you were pining for his attention, but because he had regarded your relationship to be purely sexual and not romantic. Yunho did not want to be romantically involved with you; he had made that clear the day you moved in. It hurt you in all ways possible because you were, with certainty, yearning something more than sexual intimacy from him. God doesn't give with both hands, and he surely missed out when he was constructing your love life.
Regardless, Yunho feigns a frail smile. "Oh, that's nice. Have fun tonight. And use protection."
He turns on his feet and trudges over to Mingi; settling himself down next to him, he places his hand on Mingi's thigh and the two get lost in a conversation. You're staring at him, wondering if there was an elucidation to his behaviour. He has the very right to be jealous, but he has no right to express it when either of you had agreed to keep your relation exclusive to physical intimacy.
Oh, men are confusing!
"Angel?" Seonghwa calls out to you and jerk from your trance, "yeah, I'm here..."
"You knew what you were getting yourself into, there's no point in moping," he continues.
"I'm not moping!" you defend yourself, "it's the way he acts—the week before me moving in, he was different. He'd come unannounced to my dorms; we would not fuck or do anything intimate actually but at least he'd show me some sort of affection. We'd talk a lot, we'd cuddle..." You were rambling, you knew it, but you continue either way, "ever since I moved in here, somehow the other guys' influence drives him away from me, most of the times. I am not complaining, but he can do better than get jealous of others and not acknowledge my existence at all."
"Angel," Seonghwa enunciates your name in a 'butterfly in your belly' manner, "we're all different from each other. You know it for yourself, right. Give him some time. He'll bend eventually."
"I don't want him to bend," you whine a little, "I don't know what I want from him."
Seonghwa chuckles, finding your silliness admirable. "That's why we don't do girlfriends. They're complicated."
"I'm taking offence in what you've just said, thank you very much," you poke your tongue out at him.
"What I'm trying to say is," he drawls on his words, "we're all incapable of understanding women, albeit some of us having older sisters—we haven't yet adapted to their clinging and constant need for attention."
As he shrugs, a nerve in your head nicks and you're forced to glare at him. "Sorry, but don't ever have a girlfriend, Seonghwa."
"I'm trying not to," he pouts, "but it's been hard ever since you moved in."
"What do you mean?"
"Nothin—" an alert on his phone buzzes too loud, silencing him with a frown on his lips.
Scooping his phone out of his pocket, his brows scrunch together in concern as reads whatever was it was on the screen.
"Alright, I got called in early at work," he murmurs, stuffing his phone back in and untying his apron; he hangs his apron over your shoulder and hands spatula to you, remarking, "I'm leaving this job to you. Make delicious breakfast for everyone, Angel!"
With that he walks past you and disappears down the hallway on your left. You're dazed, shocked, wondering what the hell happened in the blink of an eye because you quite obviously were staring at Mingi and Yunho in the state of bemuse. Not to mention, you did appear like an idiot to them, with the apron on your shoulder and both your hands occupied with your coffee mug and the spatula. Yunho clears his throat and Mingi stifles a chuckle, while you're forced to roll your eyes at them and Mingi's immaturity.
"I can't cook!" you squeal, groaning softly.
"I'll help you." Jongho's voice rings in your ear, getting louder with his ascending footsteps.
While he stifles a yawn by pressing his lips together, his eyes crinkle by the corners and he makes his presence right in front of you. He grabs the apron from your shoulder without hesitation and walks over to the counter with the stove top. The remaining oil from the last time, sizzles in the pan when he turns the stove on. You watch him tie the apron around his waist in a beat and roll the sleeves of his grey sweatshirt till his elbows. Gradually and carefully, he pours a ladle full of batter onto the pan and forms a perfect circle. You're drinking your coffee at a slow pace, perusing, observing, admiring. The sexual tension which had been filled up to the brim of your stomach was now spilling out, like an overflowing sink.
"Jongho, prepare a plate for me while you're at it," Yunho calls out shortly before continuing the conversation between him and Mingi. They spoke in tongues, weird mumbles which you couldn't discern quite well.
You were certainly feeling some type of way, though all you could do was swallow the bitterness with the gulp of coffee and drag your feet to Jongho. Standing next to him, after you had put your mug in the sink, you offer him help. He refuses. And you whine.
"Oh, come on. Seonghwa put the responsibility on me."
"Yeah, he did. But you can't cook." Jongho states, "as a matter of fact, you said so yourself."
"Agreed, but I can at least try," you retort, reaching for the ladle in the bowl of batter. "If I don't push myself to learn in these circumstances, then when will I?"
Jongho lets out a hefty breath, "nope. You can learn some other time, Angel. For now, if Yunho doesn't get his breakfast, he'll castrate me."
You narrow your eyes at him, judging him. "What, he will—he's not going to castrate you! That's...oh come on, he won't castrate you."
"He will and I know it," he offers you a knowing smile before putting the ladle back in the bowl of batter and picking up the flat spatula. "He might seem like a sweet-innocent-puppy type but in reality, he's not."
You watch him flip the pancake at the end of his words—with your mouth parted slightly, you glance towards Yunho and Mingi in the dining space, both grinning ear to ear, taking to each other. The contrast of Jongho's words puts you in a position where you're left to mull over his actual personality. No matter what angle you looked at him from, Jongho's speculations were baseless in your opinion. How can a guy with a golden retriever energy turn into an agitated chihuahua for that matter?
"Are you sure, Jongs?" you muse, biting your lip. You tear your gaze off of him and focus on the said man—Jongho had a peculiar stare fixed on you, probably because of the new nickname you had allotted to him.
"You know who came up with my nickname, baby bear?" he questions and answers it himself, "he did. And you know how he did? It was in spite. Apparently, I pissed him off when I touched his gaming setup or something. So, I don't play with that guy anymore. Figuratively."
"Geez, relax. I understand," you roll your eyes, "so, when he says he has a side to him, which I probably won't like, he means it?"
"Only if you have a death wish then provoke him. Be my guest. See where that leads you." Jongho shakes his head.
While talking to you, he's gotten at least three pancakes stacked on a fresh new plate; whistling to himself, he trudges over to the dining table and places the plate in front of Yunho. Meanwhile, you're still caught in the trance of mediating the conversation you just had with Jongho. Oh, you'd love to provoke Yunho. A lot. In fact, your mind had already started thinking of ideas and trickeries to get him irked.
"Angel to earth?" a light voice wakes you up and you find yourself staring at a wide eyed Seonghwa.
"Hey, Hwa," you mumble noting the closeness between you and his hands holding your shoulders.
He lets out a vague chuckle, "lost you there for a moment." he takes a short pause before kissing your cheek, "just came by to say I'm leaving. So, I'll catch up with you tonight. I hope you two would've fucked by then."
"Seonghwa!" you whine out loud, brows creasing, lips parting, and cheeks heating up. From the corner of your eye, Jongho is strolling back into the kitchen, lips moving to some incoherent mumbles. "He's coming, shoo! Off you go. You're embarrassing me."
"I mean it, Angel," he whispers, "out of others, he's been yearning to spend more time with you—since the time you two have known each other."
"What are you two on about?" Jongho casts you a confused glare, standing a feet apart from you two.
"Nothing," Seonghwa utters in urgency, "see you tonight, Angel. Bye." He pecks your lips and shuffles out of the kitchen.
Once the door closes shut with a thump, you mentally let out a groan and turn around on your feet, wanting to hide your red cheeks from Jongho. Seonghwa's intentions had bothered you a lot, hell even looking at Jongho put images in your head—the kind you don't want anyone to see. Early morning you had been aroused to your own imagination; picturing yourself being trapped under him, while his cock pounded into you and you squirmed wrapping your legs around his waist. Though what exhilarated you most about him was the fact that you'd get to watch him bare.
"You two are a little too close, aren't you?"
You scoff, "it's because we've been talking a lot as compared to others."
"We used to know each other even before you knew any of them," Jongho pouts.
"Aww, are you feeling left out, baby bear?" you lean over to ruffle his hair.
Jongho lets out a soft growl before taking a step close to you, and closer and closer—till you're pressed up against the kitchen counter. Your back aches to the protruding marble countertop, but when you're trapped by his body, you couldn't be any less concerned about it. Jongho's arms are on either side of you, clutching the counter tight enough to not let you escape. His eyes are trained on you, hungry, a little maniacal and so fucking possessive. Lips turning to a scowl, he tilts his face closer to you, his breath ghosting your skin and riling you up even more. You take a deep breath, involuntarily resting your hands on his forearm—ready to push him off of you any moment, but you hold back. Because the dark in his eyes had you paralysed.
"Yeah, I'm feeling left out," he grunts, pushing his body into yours; how obstructing your clothes were, it angered you. "I feel like you're not interested in me."
You shake your head, gulping, "I am. I really am..."
You're rendered breathless when he buries his head in the crook of your neck. Littering kisses and soft nicks of his teeth on your skin, you can surely tell he was loving the way you shuddered under him. Even more so when his body is all pressed up against yours, pushing you further down on the counter. His arms wound themselves around your waist, and you're urged to hop on the counter. Sitting up, propped against his body like a puppet, you nudge your head to a side to give him better access to leave striking bruises on your neck.
The warmth of his mouth was driving you insane. Your pleasure knew no bounds when you wrap your legs around his waist—the flimsy oversized tee you wore rides up your thighs, exposing your boy-shorts and the little wet patch near your cunt. You were glad he couldn't take a note of it, not exactly when he aligns his crotch perfectly over yours and starts grinding.
"Oh dear lord," a moan hitched in your throat, feeling his boner press tightly against your cunt.
He bucks his hips at a gradual pace, stretching out yours and his arousal in waves as his cock rubbed up and down your slit. Retracing his lips from your neck to your jawline, he draws a shallow breath in and pecks your lips softly. You're left muddled when he takes a step back, loosening his grip on your waist, and letting his warmth dissipate from you. It was torturous. The work of devil was to take you high and leave you dry, aching to have a taste of something only he has. Disappointed by his feat, you mewl under your breath and stare at him with your half-lidded eyes.
He has a smirk on his face, "I'm saving you for the end of the night."
"That's not fair," you whine, capturing the attention of the two sole spectators sitting at a distance from you. "You can't just..."
"Yes, yes I can, Angel." Jongho's smirk widens.
"Keep it hygienic in the kitchen, you freaks," Yunho grumbles out loud, jerking you out of your daze and making you scoff. He adds, "we cook food in there. I better not get any bodily fluids in my mouth."
"Says the one who let me cum on his face," you scoff and roll your eyes, hopping off the counter. It was all a disquisition of his jealousy and nothing more. "Don't be such a hypocrite, Yun. I know you'd rather watch me get railed on the counter."
"Touché," he licks his lips and glances at Jongho, "I'd rather participate than watch."
Mingi creates a retching sound with his throat and groans, "gross! Why can't we have normal conversations in the morning which don't have to revolve around performing orgies in the kitchen?"
"Because nothing about us is normal?" Jongho instigates, "well whatever the fuck it is, I'm outta here." With that he leaves you stranded in front of two pairs of judgy eyes.
"I'm going to take my leave too."
You nod awkwardly, having not moved on from what Yunho had said. It did occur to you that you had wasted a lot of time in the kitchen, when in actuality, you could've gotten showered, dressed, and headed off to your early lectures. It's not too late yet. So, you drag your feet out of the kitchen and promenade down the hallway on left; it led you to the staircase leading up to where your room was. The dimly lit hallway on the second floor, houses four rooms, two on either side. Your room was on the extreme right, beside Yeosang's room and right opposite to your room was Mingi's and Jongho's shared room.
The moment you've slammed your room door, you slump against it and expel a lung-shattering breath. Was this how it's going to be now? The said proposal was to become their fucktoy because their kinks were unconventional for normal women—but it did not state you'd be their prey twenty four by seven, and either of them could lurch at you and have you in any way they please. You will have to talk about it with Hongjoong. You really have to.
You get on your feet and let your eyes meander around your room for a second longer before deciding to take a shower and leave for your classes. Your room wasn't much, a little spacious with an adjoining bathroom but that was all there to it. Though, taking the other rooms in consideration, yours was a little better—however, Yeosang's was a masterpiece. After leaving the dorms and due to your financial situation, you couldn't afford a bed—all you had was Wooyoung's old futon. And you had to sanitise it inside out. Either way, you were thankful for the futon and the extra cabinets around, plus a full sized closet which housed all your clothes. The it's and bits you brought from your dorm room were your mirror, your clothes and your shoes. Yes, the gazillion pair of shoes and boots you owned. You added a little whimsical vibe to the room by hanging a pastel green dreamcatcher by the window which opened to the backside of the loft, giving you the view of an elm tree, and some rose bushes planted by Seonghwa himself.
In no time, you get showered and dressed; you were flaunting your outfit in your body sized mirror propped against the closet, right in front of your futon. Going causal, you wore a pastel pink sundress, which was long enough to cover up till your knees and paired it with a black cardigan. You packed your hair in a high ponytail and teased a few strands of your hair to let them frame your face. Spraying some perfume on yourself, and adorning appropriate accessories, you grab your tote bag and head out.
The rest of your day is devoted to your lectures and experimental lab work; you Jongho and had intercepting classes together, but they were few considering you both had different subject groups. At the end of the day, you were back at the loft and the moment you enter inside, you're greeted with Wooyoung and San. More specifically, Wooyoung was chasing San. You were least bothered witnessing the roommates run after each other in their matching sweatshirts and boxer briefs. Yeah, even boxer briefs. The main concern should be they were wearing only boxer briefs on their lower body.
The two are engrossed in furling curse words at each other, something you didn't want to hear, or waste a fraction of your mind understanding. Howsoever, they halt their movements and smile at you, both at the same time; you're casting your confused gaze on them, sitting on the couch, while they're a few feet from the coffee table.
"Hey Angel!" they sing in unison, and you pout, "hey, guys. Uh...what is happening?"
"Oh, this?" Wooyoung oscillates his forefinger between the two of them. "Just what we do. San ate what was clearly marked as mine—"
"—there was no note! And the refrigerator is everyone's property!" San interrupts him.
"Uh, there was a note, ya jerk." Wooyoung snarls, "I specifically put a note because I know you would eat it!"
"But hey, what's yours is mine too, right?" San teases, "to be fair, last night's leftovers were a little stale."
"Because you weren't supposed to eat them!" Wooyoung seethed through his gritted teeth, ready to spring into a sprint but San holds his hands up in defence.
"Wha—why? Was it one of your experiments, again?" the latter deadpans, "Wooyoung, I swear to god, I'll kill you!"
You're amused to witness how the scene unfolds, this time San was chasing Wooyoung around, with his hand fisted and raised. Two of them circle the dining table, and come back in the living room; Wooyoung eventually comes to sit next to you and San stands by his feet, arms folded over his chest which rose and fell.
"Why are you so..." you're about to complete your words when San glares at you. "He's a culinary student, he creates—innovates! But sometimes they turn out to taste like shit. When he knows he's fucked, he slides it in the refrigerator and waits for any one of us to taste it. And we do, because of course it's too tempting not to. And then, we're the victims of his escapades!"
Oh boy. He was fuming. He was rambling.
"I don't understand what you're complaining about when you licked the plates clean!" Wooyoung retaliates in a whine, "and I used blue cheese, how the fuck did you think it tasted stale?"
"Oh god, leave it," San pouts and slumps himself next to him, both of them eventually and forcefully lean on you. "Hey, Angel. How was your day?"
You clear your throat to answer San's question, "tiring, but I made through it."
"And Jongho?" Wooyoung bounces his brows at you, smiling slyly.
"What about him?"
San clicks his tongue, "did the two of you fuck somewhere, perchance in the library?"
Your cheeks turn red, "seriously, fuck you two."
"You will eventually," they both sing in unison, and you groan, but a loud ring resonates in your space you're coerced to calm down.
Bringing your phone out of your tote bag, which still apparently was stuck to your shoulder, and take a look at the recent messages you had received. It was Jongho, the bear emoji was obvious. You smile to yourself, not caring if the latter two were eying you smugly enough to speculate something and open his texts.
Baby Bear 🐻:
Meet me
in the parking lot.
You:
Why?
Baby Bear 🐻:
I think we've
got someplace to be.
I'm waiting for you.
Hurry up.
You:
Alright.
😗
Stuffing your phone in your bag, you hastily rush out of the living room to get your bedroom; the first thing you do is, fling your tote bag somewhere on your futon and make a quick sprint to the bathroom. Seemingly as the night strings you along, there was a slight possibility that you two were going to fuck. You couldn't ignore the sexual tension between you two, nor could you turn a cold shoulder over to the vicious salacity you two had trapped in your souls. It was time. It was time to—as Seonghwa would say it—fuck it out. So, the only smart thing to do was, clean yourself and maintain proper hygiene before going out of the apartment.
Satisfied with your choice of lingerie and perfume (of course you wanted to smell good for him), though at some point you wondered if it were really worth it to present yourself on a silver platter for him. Well, to hell with it. You really like Jongho, have been crushing on him ever since you met him in the physics laboratory. It was an accidental meet, but heartwarming in a way. The more you talked to him that day, the more you were attracted to him. However, he was your first real friend in the university and didn't want to jinx it by confessing your feelings which could even be unrequited.
And so, you thought.
Jongho was interested in you as much as you were in him. The unprecedented number of glances he'd spare your way when you'd have your classes together, or when he'd purposely join your class, regardless having a different schedule but same subject group, all of it soon started making sense. As your mind would profoundly accept his feelings to be true, your heart longed for him to make the first move. You didn't quite understand how your level one romantic feelings soon turned into level four sexual attraction. If you could spell out a reason for your unbridled attraction toward him, then it would be the remarkable anticipation of knowing whether he has an undomesticated side or not.
Jongho, on the surface, appeared to be one of those distinguished men who would rather stay vanilla in bed and take every concern about his lover in consideration. Although, after the little morning thrill, you were starting to think there's more to Jongho than he lets you in on. Maybe tonight could be the night you get to witness his ferociousness.
The thought itself drives you wild, forcing the urge to squeeze your thighs together to relieve the strain in your cunt. But you already know you were getting aroused and letting your slick drench your panties. You trap a whimper in your chest and head downstairs, coming face to face with Wooyoung and San who were making out on the couch. How weirdly the dynamic had shifted, or how ironic the situation was—weren't they just running after each other?
You press your lips together, amiably struck by the way their moans were dispersed in the living space, and how gradually louder they were getting. San had crawled into Wooyoung's lap and the latter had his arms around his waist, roaming and what not—two of them lost in their own carnal desires to notice your presence lurking near the coffee table. You let out a squeak and head straight to the front door, leaving the two be for what they were.
The humming buzz in your mind had dissipated long back, but your senseless ponders kept revisiting you. Unseeming, but not quite unforeseen, you were yet to venture into their world of kinks and their unconventional sexual tastes. Their preferences, their choices, their specific interests and disinterests—all of it coerced a beautiful theory of carnality.
You take the elevator all the way down to the lot, holding onto your crossbody bag (courtesy of your mom who had gifted it to you when you were leaving home). The prolonging darkness, yet the slithering lights of the randomly affixed lampposts were a bit too exhilarating. You knew where Jongho had his car parked, he drove a black Mercedes g-wagon, obviously gifted to him by his parents—which sort of put you in the delirium of understanding how wealthy his background was. Regardless, you guide yourself through the line-marked paths to the space where Jongho always parks his car.
He stood leaning against the driver's side, looking through his phone; the blaring light of his screen lit up a part of his face. His lips were fixed in a pout, seemingly in a deep thought about something or mindless panic. Either seemed unlikely because his face beamed when he noticed you walking towards him. The trifling thoughts of his prosperity were long overdue for you as you approached him. You couldn't help but let your lips tweak into a smile.
He was dressed in the same clothes you had seen him in before at the university; a black dress shirt and black trousers, with a checkered long coat covering his fit. As you've observed and had been making some remarks, Jongho did not like to reveal much of his skin and he would always remain covered from his neck down. You wouldn't mind seeing him wear a button down shirt, moreover with its few buttons undone at the top to expose his chest or a nimble of his skin. But, it was his preference and there wasn't much you could do about it.
"Took your own sweet time, didn't you?" he mocks, rushing to the passenger's side to open the door for you. "Never mind."
"I assumed we'd go directly after our final class, but I couldn't find you anywhere in the university." You muse, "where were you?"
"Ah, right. Yes, we did have a plan rather I was on my way to you, when I had a revelation and had to make a quick trip somewhere. So, I thought it's better to pick you up from the apartment," he explains, standing by the door, offering you a silly smile.
You hum along and he closes the door, and strolls to the other side, quickly slipping into the driver's seat. Amidst the darkness, you catch the twinkle in his eyes, and then the subtle nudge of his head implying for you to open the glove compartment.
"I got you something."
You shrug off any inconspicuous intentions he relied and pulled the compartment open. There was a tiny paper bag with a pink bunny printed on it. Upon holding it in your hand, the bag rattled with something inside, a box perhaps.
"What's in it?" you're skeptical, of course.
"Open it." His answer doesn't suffice your bubbling curiosity.
Pouting, you take the tiny little box out of the bag and stare at it a minute longer; a purple box with silver ribbon tied around and put in a bow at the top, it rattled with your hand as you tugged at the perfect bow and unravelled the ribbon around it. Your anticipation had no bounds, and you ached to know what was inside it. To your bewilderment, as you flip the top off, you find a tiny egg-shaped vibrator resting on lavender velvet sheets curled around it. You pinch it up in your hand and narrow your eyes at it first, then at Jongho.
He stifles a chuckle and leans over to fish out a small remote from the box, something you had failed to notice before.
"I have different preferences, Angel." he licks his lips, directing his lust-filled gaze onto you, "which at times involves all these things." He toys with the remote with his thumb, before snatching the vibrator from your hand. "Come on, get here."
He pats his lap twice, an easy indication you chose to follow without any hesitation or concern. Alright, not without an only concern: you'd be in public, possibly all night, would that mean...? You trembled as you crawled over the space where the gear selector was and rested your hands on one of his thighs. As your upper body was propped over his lap, your ass was sticking out in the air.
"You're okay with this, right?" he needs a confirmation from you, and you nod, biting your lip, "I mean, I am, but I didn't know you were into this, Jongho."
"There are lot other things you don't know about me, Ange," he whispers.
In a splinter of a second, he places the vibrator and the remote on the dashboard. Tracing a hand down your back, where his fingertips elicited shivers along your spine, he catches the hem of your dress in between his fingers and pulls it up to your back. Your dress rolls into the small of your back, while his fingers graze your inner thighs. His forefinger and middle finger run along the lines and slot themselves into your slit through your lacy panties, rubbing up and down—you let a mewl slip your lips, closing your eyes to the eerie sensation of his fingers rubbing you down.
Jongho was utterly delighted to hear your frail whimpers, your silly attempts to quiet yourself down while he worked you up. Not only that, he had caught up on the tiny wet patch on your panties.
"You were dripping even before I did anything to you," he instigates, "what were you thinking about? Or was it someone else?"
You shake your head, glancing at him, "it was you. All you." your voice turns breathy the more you speak and delve into the pleasure his fingers were proffering, "I—I was thinking what it'd be like to be under you...or—or on top of you."
"Oh," he mumbles, "you have a wild imagination, Angel."
His pace picks up, the tip of his fingers pressing further down against your slit and your folds; he takes a pause, however, and pushes your panties to the side. Grabbing the vibrator from the dashboard, he contemplates for a minute, while you're prefiguring a burning sensation in your cunt at its insertion. You clench around nothing, yearning to feel something to wrap your walls around; Jongho knows of your eagerness from Yunho and Seonghwa, who had given the others a glimpse of what exactly it was to fuck your tight little cunt, your mouth and your throat.
He wasn't going to give in to your desperation, not until he's played with you or riled you enough. From the slickness of your cunt, and how it coated your folds, he could tell the vibrator would slip just right in, without any impediments.
"Jongho, please..." you mumble under your breath, quite inaudible but his ears perk up to it.
He chortles, "honeybun, a minute please."
You gasp when you feel his other hand slapping your buttcheek lightly; he brings the same hand closer to your cunt, pushing two fingers past your folds and letting them slide inside. Only the tips of his fingers submerged in you at first, and then bit by bit he was knuckles deep, curling them inside to let his nails scratch your walls. His fingers did not reach as deep as Yunho's would, but they were reaching in enough to cause more of your wetness to spill out.
"I wonder why this cunt is still tight after being fucked by him..." Jongho groans, and your walls clench around his fingers even tighter than before.
It was the way he had brought up Yunho in the conversation, in an unseeming way to make you whimper.
"He's gotta have the biggest and the most girthy cock out of us all," he adds, mumbling, "well, Mingi comes in second to him. But—fuck—fuck, you're swallowing my fingers in, hun. Are you that eager?"
You hadn't realised when your walls had tautened around him, but you could feel the rapture of pleasure taking over you when his fingers kept thrusting further in.
Nodding your head, you mutter, "I want you."
"You're not getting me so easy," he titters softly, pulling his fingers out and you whine at the emptiness, "now, take a deep breath for me."
You do as told, taking a deep breath in, while Jongho adorned a admiring smile; he was picturing how divine you'd look squirming and wiggling around as he played with your cunt by using the vibrator. Hell, he even went as far to picture you under him with his cock thrusting in and out of your tight cunt, clenching tightly to milk out his orgasm. Jongho pushes those foreboding thoughts to a side and nudges the tip of the vibrator against your folds. The silicon head of the vibrator slips right in, eventually, it's entirely fit in your tight little hole with small ring sitting outside.
"Make sure it stays in, alright?" Jongho straightens your panties and gives a playful smack to your cunt before grabbing your jaw to forcefully make you face him. "If you don't, I'll punish you. You understand that?"
You nod your head vigorously, reassuring him and watch his lips curl into a sly smile. He licks his lips before leaning in and capturing yours with him. The kiss is slow at first, filled with his muffled mumbles while you're struggling to keep yourself up on his lap. He brings his hands to your waist and pulls you on his lap for you to straddle him properly. The space is confined, yet your legs are wrapped around his waist and your arms around his neck. You're deepening the kiss, pushing your lips further into his with your tongue caressing his lower one.
He parts his lips in amusement, and you take it as a perfect opportunity to slither your tongue in; both of your tongues are rubbing together, engulfing each other in the long awaiting warmth and desire. His fingers dig in your waist, leaving marks in your flesh, even through the dress you wore. Your body shudders immensely when you hear a click and the vibrator starts buzzing inside you. The vibrations were mellow, yet steady paced and drawling your body into a state of frenzy. You gasp and pull back from the kiss, reading the teasing smirk on Jongho's lips.
"This is just the beginning," he states, "well, we ought to leave now."
You crawl out of his lap and get into the passenger's seat, crossing your legs over to contain the vibrations and your wetness to seep out from your panties. You would definitely not like to ruin the leather seats.
"You're insane," you mumble under your breath, too bothered by the vibrations buzzing in your body and buckle yourself in while he does the same.
"Not quite," he adds, igniting the engine and revving it up, "you haven't witnessed the extremities of my insanity yet."
You suppress a moan and gander at him, eyes teary from the pleasure. He shrugs and drives out of the parking lot. The drive to the university is smooth and somber, Jongho blasted some soft euphoniums and a little bit something from the classical genre. His playlist was surprisingly good, but all you could focus on was the vibrator bustling in you and driving you closer to your edge. Though, you know better than to release your pent up tension in one go. You had to hold it in. Your life depended on it.
Jongho parks the car in the parking lot specifically meant for the fair; he kills the engine and draws his keys out before getting out first and then helping you. Your feet touch the ground and all that's been contained in your panties starts slipping out, trickling down your inner thighs. You didn't think you'd get so wet, never from the vibrator at least. This was torture. In fact, the slow vibrations were starting to feel more painful than pleasurable; you wanted him to speed it up, release you from your misery.
The fair was conducted on the large campus ground, which before was considered barren and dead; the lights, the haze and the peeks of the giant ferris wheel were all too exciting for you. As the two of you begin walking together, side by side, your hands interlaced, Jongho reads your mind. More likely, he reads the troubled lines on your forehead and the way your lips were twisted and trapped between your teeth.
"You're not cumming unless I say so," he states, leaning over to whisper it in your ear. "Hold it in."
You were definitely going to go crazy by the end of the night; more so than before because you had just caught a glimpse of him slipping his hand into the pocket of his pants. He was fiddling with the remote, aching to speed it up. The walk to the entrance of the fair from the parking lot was quite troublesome than you had anticipated. You were constantly met with passing students and others; however, the public was mostly limited to the university students. They had their eyes on you. And the fright of being discernible and perceivable was slowly creeping up your spine.
Jongho doesn't seem fazed by the situation, he drags you further into the crowds, the random stalls of neon and bright lights, and the detrimental chatters of the passersby. Many people occupied in the game stalls hooted and cheered, while some couples had found themselves an empty and dark alleyway to make out and carry out other physical activities. You could sense the scent of sex and sweat in the air, not too surprised because these things were pretty common in your university.
On either side of the gravelled pathway, there were countless stalls and tents of various games and playthings. Some stalls were selling antique and handcrafted items, while some were live artistic corners. The bright and broad fairy lights overhead and randomly situated lamps, were the only light sources for the beguiling night of moonless sky. Not exactly moonless for the moon to hide behind the clouds. Even when surrounded by the buzz of people, you hear a click and the vibrations in your cunt pick up their pace by a notch. You mewl, and gasp at the unprecedented change.
"Fuck, Jongho," you mumble, looking at him with blurry vision.
He muses, "what is it, dear? Do you need anything? Maybe something to drink, water, or anything else?"
His teasing sense of self was far more wretched than the situation you were put in. You swallow thickly and your eyes fall on a stall behind him; win a bear stall. The colourful and cuddly teddy bears lined along the top and some strewn below. Though your main focus was fixed on the pyramidal stacks of cups on a long bench and a play-gun rifle in the attendee's hand.
"What is it?" he mumbles and turns on his heels to trace your gaze to the stall. "Oh, that looks fun. Which one do you want? Come on..."
In a blink, he's dragging you by your hand toward the stall, keeping you close to him as you stand across the counter with the attendee offering you a small smile. There's an underlying confusion about how you were able to keep up with his fast feet, because in a sense your body was shuddering to the immense jolts of vibrations coming from between your legs. Your spine tingled in all odd ways, and as the night air chilled your bones, there was no way you could hold onto your urge to come undone.
"The pink one?" he asks, "or the brown one? Oh, the brown one looks classic and seems more cuddly."
Your lips form a soft pout as you glance up to look at the teddy bears hanging up on sort of clothesline. "You know what, the brown one resembles you."
"Ah, it really does, doesn't it?" he laughs out, fishing out a ten dollar bill. "I'll win it for you."
With a confident wink, he grabs the gun from the attendee and gets in stance. He places the rifle's butt over his shoulder—one of his hands slips under the forestock and the other one gently wraps around the trigger. The toy gun is already loaded with three pellets, each turn giving you three chances to hit and collapse the cups stacked. Jongho squints one of his eyes to get precision and pulls the trigger—he misses his first shot.
"Dang it!" he hisses, glancing over at you and offering you a light shrug of his shoulders. "I'll get the next one."
"I don't doubt that," you smirk, folding your hands over your chest and resisting the very urge to squeeze your legs together.
It was uncontrollable, the knot would soon form in your lower abdomen and strain your gut; this was torture in a cruel way, and Jongho was glad he was getting the worst out of you.
"Alright."
He misses his second shot too, forcing you to press on a chuckle because of course you didn't want to belittle him; either way, he wasn't brought down by your presence. Not dwelling for long on it, he aims again and shoots.
He misses the third time too.
"Again," he sneers at the attendee and flicks a ten-dollar bill at him.
This attempt leaves you and him a little hopeful; he hit two shots out of the three, both aimed at the lower ones. Only one cup stands, and that defeats the purpose of everything. Jongho continues to prolong his attempts, overall spending more than eighty dollars on it. During his last attempt, he gets in stance with his unwavering confidence and aims. This time, he topples down all the cups and gives you a haughty smile; the curve of his lips is satisfying for both of you, because for the time being he played, you were dying with the rough droning of the vibrator.
The attendee hands you the brown teddy bear you had been eying from the beginning; you hold it in your arms, hugging it close to your chest. It was warm, cuddly and cosy, just as you picture Jongho to be. You bury your face in the back of the teddy's head and sniff, it had a whiff of murk and a bit of dust. Jongho observes you closely and keenly, he wonders your purpose behind sniffing it; though, you know you would convince him to cuddle the bear so that it smells just like him, the scent you found weirdly alluring and pleasant. Jongho had a fine scent to him, more refined and sophisticated—a tinge of lavender with woody undertones. A lavish perfume indeed.
"You like it?" he questions you, stuffing both of his hands in his pockets.
"Hmhm, I love it, to be exact." You assure him with a smile, yet you were concerned and predicting whether he was fidgeting with the remote in his pocket or not.
"Would you like to eat something?" he adds, intertwining your hands. "I think I saw a stall selling corn dogs over there."
"Fried food would just cause me bloating," you whisper, unable to contain yourself while walking with him.
The pressure building between your legs was too much to dither any of his words or even your so-called cravings. You weren't exactly hungry, and while you're about to purport your theory of not wanting to eat anything, your eyes catch a glimpse of two men near a lamppost. Jongho's and your pace of stroll wasn't as fast as it'd be compared to being remarkable; you were blending with the crowd perfectly fine for the two others to notice you amidst the waves of it.
Yunho and Mingi, both tall giants were standing under a lamppost; Yunho's lips clasped a cigarette, its tip inflamed red while dusty white smoke levitates in air. You're keen on generalising them, noting how closely they stood to each other—moreover, they were sharing a blunt. You did not take them to be smokers, definitely not. Nonetheless, finding out an oddment about them doesn't make them any different in your eyes.
You catch yourself staring at them, having no ill intentions whatsoever, regardless you couldn't tear your eyes off them. There was something so ministerially ambiguous about them that you wanted to stare at them as long as you could. Jongho had not figured out where your gaze was, rather, he, himself was busy looking around to find some food stalls.
"Are they...?" you mumble, posing an outward question to Jongho.
He turns his head, "what did you say?" his eyes must've fallen over the two men you had been ogling for a while now. "Yunho and Mingi...? Right, they said they'd be here too."
"All by themselves?" you retort, crooning your neck to fixate yourself on Jongho's silhouette.
"Not exactly, I'm not sure about Yunho but Mingi has a girlfriend. So, it's probably both of them," Jongho mutters, staring back at you, "why do you think he isn't allied to our proposition?"
"Well for starters, he despises me. And also he considers me a whore."
Jongho chuckles, "not exactly. Look, his unresolved resentment towards you is his deal, to be fair. I don't have a say on that part. To the contrary of what you've already stipulated, Mingi does have a girlfriend."
He shrugs, "they're on and off a lot, awfully lot. The persistent back and forth is annoying. Trust me, you don't want to be on either side of it. I speak from experience."
"How does his relationship dynamic affect you, or as a matter of fact, any of you?" you raise another question.
"Hmm," he hums for a second, "I'll put it in a much better context. When they're away from each other, Mingi is a mess. When they're together, Mingi is still a mess."
"I shouldn't be pointing a finger at his relationship when mines pretty nonexistent. But, at times, Mingi's outbursts have been a little too personal to handle." He continues, "hence, they both push and pull till they're breaking each other apart."
"I suppose, it paints a picture in my mind with the context you're describing," you shrug, "Though, don't you think they're both toxic for each other?"
"A lot," he adds, "I'm not going to pretend I don't see it; alas, It's not my place to pass a judgment or say anything about them."
"Why not?"
"Because he doesn't like it," he laces your hands with his and pulls you into a different lane leading down to the humongous ferris wheel.
The strings of fairy lights overhead were endearing for their warmth and light. Although, taking a detour forced you to hold a last and longing glimpse of Yunho and Mingi; both who were waiting, sharing a blunt, dressed in jackets. Mingi had a denim jacket overlayed on his outfit, it leant more toward the causal point with baggy jeans and a fitting graphic tee. Where as Yunho wore a leather jacket, snug around his shoulders and chest and underneath was a red button shirt—with practically most of the buttons ripped open to expose his chest—and black pants. His faded blue hair glimmered under the light of the lamp, while Mingi's hair showed prominent streaks of gold amidst the pitch black. The fumes of the cigarette disappear once Yunho stubs it onto the stalk of the lamppost and flicks on the ground.
"What, are they...?" you halt in your steps, not because of the question you posed but rather because of what you had seen.
Turning a corner hadn't completely denied you of the other two's presence, they were still there in your vision line, both talking in themselves and grinning. You, however, had the worst of your curiosity pique your attention when you saw two women approaching them. A brunette, in her own haste, wrapped her arms around Mingi's neck and pulled him in for a kiss; whereas a red haired and much shorter to Yunho, hugged his chest and pressed a kiss to cheek, all while being on her tippy toes for him.
You could hear the sound of your heart shattering in your chest. Particular moments were blurring against you, but Jongho's voice was much soothing than the reveries you were threading along.
"Pay them little to no mind, Angel, please," he whispers, letting out a sigh then and thumbing a button on the remote in his pocket.
You were benumbed by what you had to witness prior, not noticing how dismally the vibrations had halted in your stead. One of Jongho's arms slides around your waist, while other traces small, easing, and gentle circles on your shoulder.
"I did not expect that," you swallow thickly, glancing at Jongho as your grip on the teddy bear grows tighter. "Well, I'm not even sure what I was expecting from him."
"Ange, it's—you don't have to keep expectations from either of us," Jongho sighs, "agreed, we all proposed an amoral bargain to you, and that's where it's at. It'll always be just that. If you're hopeful for something more with any of them, then you might be wrong. They're not wired that way."
"I can't say it on behalf of the others, and I don't care about them, as long as I get to love you."
"You—Jongho, what are you saying..." you shake your head in disbelief, wanting him to say something to justify himself but he doesn't give you an answer.
Rather, he's dragging you down the gravelled lane and you're trying to keep your steps in line with him; the stalls, the people, the unseeming chatters, zoom past you in a strange way. You're anticipating again, though there's nothing much left to when he brings you to the ferris wheel. You're protesting against it—you were terrified of heights.
"Jongho, I don't do well with heights..."
"You'll be fine, I'm here with you."
Your whines were in vain, because he's already buying tickets for the two of you; standing in the queue, you were still fixated on what you had seen. Was she, his girlfriend? Or someone he was seeking out as a significant other because you were only there for his sexual pleasure? Was he tired of you already? What was his deal?
"Angel?" you flinch when Jongho's warm hand cups your face, "I told you to not think about it."
"I'm trying not to," you lie.
And it shows he doesn't believe you. "I—just come with me."
Not much time passes till you and him are seated in a car, both sitting next to each other. The teddy bear is propped on your lap, holding close to your chest while you squint your eyes tight and rest your head onto its own. You were terrified of heights, and certainly did not like it when the wheel started moving, levitating you higher off the ground. Jongho's hand was intertwined with yours, and his other arm had been snaked around your shoulder to pull your body close to his chest. Your feet trembled, even without seeing how high you had been placed now; Jongho warmth was a constant however, alleviating the alarming thrill of being so high up in the air.
"When I first met you," he begins, causing you to raise your head and look at him. "I was beguiled by your presence, everything about you was just so damn charming and there I was, a basic man with a much basic aesthetic." He pauses for a second, leaning into rest his forehead over yours, "I was eager to be your friend and I know I had to take it slow because anything could scare you off. At least I thought so."
He takes a deep breath, "I've always considered you as the beautiful little butterfly I would chase around when I was a kid. It would never come to me. And the more I chased, the further it flew away. Never in my grasp. Later on I realised, I had to be patient and gentle with it. I had to let it know that I'm not going to harm it."
You couldn't help but smile, knowing how well he had distracted you from looking down, or even thinking about Yunho's ordeal.
"I could never hold the butterfly in the palm of my hand, and I probably didn't want to. You're that butterfly I keep running after and I know it too I can't keep you tied to me," he continues in a mere whisper, "look, it's beyond my control to tell others how they want to treat you. But, know that I'm not going to sit around and watch them manipulate you for their own gain. I'll always be here for you." His breath drawls and he steers his eyes off of you for a mere second, only for a second, and continues, "and if you feel betrayed by Yunho, then tell him, make it known. He likes women who are straightforward. So, give it to him straight. Though, there's no way in hell you're beating yourself up over that dickhead's actions."
"Okay?"
It almost makes you chuckle, his nonchalant way of bringing your spirits up; and not just that, he's sneaky enough to get his hand toying with the remote in his pocket. You take a deep, not knowing of his stealthy little trickery, and gradually brave yourself to look around. The view from the top was absolutely breathtaking, the citylights, the atmosphere, the distant details of your own university—everything was perfectly scenic. You're enjoying the view in itself, till you feel a familiar buzzing resound from between hour legs. Jongho's lips curve to a knowing smirk, delicate however playfully cruel.
"You...!" you squirm and clasp your lips tighter; with your fleet movement the capsule is sent in some motion as well. Leaping sideways, you hold onto Jongho's arm, constraining yourself closer to him.
He isn't surprised, moreover, he's revelling in your bodily shudders and quivers. It's almost impossible for him to control his untamed desire any longer, he needs you and he needs you now. Though, considering you're high in the sky, he probably won't do anything that's too brute or moronic. Instead, he finds you gazing up at him, tears coating your eyes and making them glassy; you nibbled on your lower and dared not to look away from him, for your own sake.
The vibrations were sending you to a place of pleasure, and pain; because of how constant and intense the buzz was, it was painfully obvious that it wasn't enough to make you cum. However, it was adequately diverting you closer to your edge. In a sense, you were on fence, with one side having the comfort of your post-orgasm, and other the torment of overstimulating yourself.
You wind up holding the teddy closer to your chest, eyes fluttering in an immense craving to feel his lips on his. And as if on cue, as if he had read your mind, he dives in. The mere contact at first is similar to a brush of feather, and then all hell breaks loose. He's pushing his lips further into yours, cupping your face with both of his hands to keep you fixed in a place while he deepens the kiss. Pure lust. All his desires were coming true, and mind you not, he had been waiting for this day for a long time.
A rumbling grunt is stuck in his chest and he forces his tongue into your mouth without any warning. The warmth of his tongue engulfs your own in a sloppy and wet mess, his hot breath fanning your cheeks and heating them up even more so—because he had just started to shove his tongue down your throat. You're agonisingly caught in a dilemma, one being so wretched and deep; what were you supposed to focus on, the buzzing in your cunt, the heat of his tongue proclaiming yours, or the wetness seeping out into your panties? Although, the most recent thought would be exempted from the list pleasure and put in a list of worries.
Suffocation stings your lungs and you pull back to take a deep breath in, lips wet, tongue abused by his own, and your heart palpitating in your confined chest. You're fucked, so fucked. All you could think of was how much longer would it take for you to writhe under him, in pleasure.
"Fuck, I need you, Jongho. I need you bad," you mumble, and lurch your head into his; the kiss resumes, heated, hot, passionate and painful with his canines sinking in your bottom lip.
"I don't think I can wait till I get back home," he murmurs against your lips and slides his hands down from your face.
"Then maybe we shouldn't."
Did that wreck his mind. But to put you in more discomfort, you were on a ferris wheel which rotated at a turtle's pace. The wait would have to be longer.
They say, good things come to those who wait. And you two had been waiting for this; the moment the ferris wheel hit the bottom, you were dragged out by Jongho, hand snug in yours. Somehow, you managed to have a hold on the teddy bear and his hand, a little muddled but equally excited to what he has planned. Sprinting down the same lanes and paths, he brings you to the parking lot—impatiently, he pulls you to his car and unlocks it to open the passenger's door.
"Jongho!" you gasp as he pushes you inside and haphazardly tries to strap you in.
"I'm sorry, I can't hold it in anymore, you know it too."
To help him, you do pull the strap over your head and click it in; Jongho rushes to the driver's side, he settles in and doesn't bother putting on his seatbelt. He revs up the engine and presses hard on gas. You're out of the parking lot in a blink of an eye, watching the scenery run you by. Still squirming and sobbing from the burning sensation in your lower abdomen, you bite down harshly on your lip. You were done for. So done for. You didn't care about anything but Jongho. You wanted him to break you in half, just the way he would break his breakfast apples in half. However, that seemed unlikely and quite cringe even to yourself.
The moments are dithered to nothing when you're thrown into the motion of the car stopping; he had hit the brakes all too sudden for you to catch yourself. When the daze subsides to your fully aware conscious, you find yourself amid an abandoned road, covered by trees and nothingness. It wasn't too stupefying to realise this road ran past behind your university, and hardly anyone ever took this route to get anywhere at all. The darkness surrounding both of you is sublime, and the nifty breezes of the night are drifting along the clouds to reveal a crescent moon stuck in the sky.
Without any hint of awareness, Jongho is out of his seat and is rushing to snatch you out as well. His grip on your forearm tightens and leaves behind a bruise as he pulls you into his body; the door closes behind you with a loud bang and he drags you to the back of the car. You stumble with his fast paced steps, slipping on the gravel underneath. But that's not your main concern; you're worried about Jongho's intentions when he pulls the rear cargo door open and pushes you inside. The backseat had been folded over to create more space in the back—he velvety surface under you was comforting and soft on your skin when you lay yourself down, propping your upper body up on your elbows to look at him.
Jongho grits his teeth, tugging the coat off of his shoulders and flings it next to you. "Never thought I'd indulge in this sort of thing, in nature too."
You nod your head vigorously, "yes—yes, I understand, now—please—please get it out of me. I need you."
The night air cuts through your skin, you spread your legs apart to show him the mess you were down there. He was not astonished to find your panties all slick and wet, rather, he had pictured what you'd be like to the inflicted stimulation; and what he had pictured in his mind, made his cock strain in his pants.
"Patience, honeybun," he coos, fishing out the remote from his pocket. He keeps it in his hand, while he rolls the sleeves of his shirt to his elbows. "What's the rush? We'll just ruin this beautiful night."
Click!
And your mouth falls open slack to the budding tension between your thighs; he had upped the setting to its highest, and the vibrator was moving impeccably fast inside you. Your body shudders and goes limp for a hot second before you clasp your eyes shut and fist your hands. The burning sensation in the pit of your stomach crawls up your spine and makes you squeal. You're done for, a few more minutes and you'd know how intensely the knot would untie.
"Hmm, quite the response I was hoping for," Jongho mutters under his breath, a teasing smirk curving his lips as he takes a step closer to you. "Your body is so intriguing and beautiful, Ange," he adds, "you are wildly intriguing. And I must say, it's going to be a joyride unravelling you."
You mumble in your broken state of mind, wanting nothing but him to give you the sense of relief you've been craving for. "Jon—Jongho, please, just, can you—will you please just—fuck, you're fucking a jerk."
"Uh-huh, got a foul mouth on you, do you?" he clicks his tongue, ghosting his touch along your arms to cup your face, "well guess what? Some other time, if you curse at me like that, you'll be getting the worst end of me."
"But for now, I'm going to let it slide."
He leans in to capture your lips with his, hungry, devouring with a fervent want for you. It was all too evident in the haste he carried in his actions; his hands were slipping from your face, tracing down to wrap them around your waist. Meanwhile, his tongue had already slithered past your lips, wetting your skin along the way. You don't care for the tongue, or the way his teeth were nibbling down on your lower lip, all you could focus on was the maddening purr of the vibrator stuck deep in your cunt. The way your flesh was sizzling because of the heat and daze of your orgasm reaching you, there was no way you could hold it in any longer.
Though, Jongho had other plans for you. His lips, entangled in yours, gradually trail down your jawline and neck, searing kisses and leaving behind deep suckles to bruise. You gasp, moan, whimper—you were on ninth cloud under his touch and had no clue how to voice your pleasure. Regardless, the whispering moans, and the voiceless groans, were a clear indication to Jongho that he had you where he had wanted you all along. Desperation had no bounds for you, rather, you did not understand what to anticipate anymore.
Too engrossed in alleviating the tension in the pit of your stomach, you growl and wrap your arms around his shoulders. The tighter you held on to him, the more relaxed you felt. Although, that might be an understatement since the vibrator had now started sending painful tremors throughout your body. You throw your head back, and angle it in such a way as for him to get better approach to sucking purple bruises on your skin. He doesn't waste any time in biting and licking your flesh, creating a myriad of hickeys down your neck and throat; you certainly did not expect Jongho to bruise or mark you like this.
He pulls back only a little, for the fraction of the minute to lower the setting on the vibrator. While he rummages his hands back onto you, tugging the hem of your dress up till your waist; his hands roam again, first cupping your tits through the dress and then pulling down on its neckline to tear it off. You gasp, hearing the sound of your dress being torn to shreds. Jongho suppresses a chuckle, he was in awe at how beautiful your chest was, and how full his hands were as they groped your tits.
"One day I'll be fucking these tits," he murmurs, out of breath, pinching your nipples through the cups of your bra. "But today, we ought to ruin your tight little cunt."
"Jongho—yes, please," you mewl in utmost desperation, wrapping your legs around his waist and bucking your hips to feel something of his crotch. "Ruin—ruin me, please. I want you to—I want you to fuck me dumb."
You don't know how you were able to string those words along, but you knew how urgently you wanted to feel full by his cock. The torment of delay in your release was slowly creeping up your spine and going right to your head. You were rendered senseless, and brainless, because the only thing on your mind was his cock which would soon thrust in and out of you.
Jongho is sly with his hands, he winds a hand around your back and unclasps your bra, swiftly letting it fall down; the tattered pieces of your dress flutter against the night air, chilling your skin and spine. But the miserable vibrations were still dragging out your release and the dire need to feel his cock in you. While you're in your head, thinking about him, the warmth of Jongho's hands engulfs your chest. His hands grope and knead your tits, thumbs rolling over your hardened nipples to over-stimulate you. The pleasure in between your legs and on your chest was soon turning into pain, anguish, torture.
"Alright alright," Jongho lets out a small laugh, sensing you heat up and shudder uncontrollably, "I'll grace you with my cock, that's what you want right—to be fucked dumb by me, and my cock?"
You nod your head, not caring about anything else in the world. Jongho couldn't really suppress his amusement and admiration for you; in a haste of his own excitement, he picks you up and settles down in the back himself. You're straddling his laps, eyes squinted tight and tears staining your cheeks. His hands were toying with your taut nipples, pinching them—bruising them a little red.
"You can ride my cock, can't you?" he smugly questions you, hands dragging down to either side of your waist.
To respond to him, you nod your head again and you receive a hot and hard slap to your tits.
"Words."
His grunt makes you snap your eyes open; more tears rush down your cheeks, but you didn't care as long as you were staring into his deep brown eyes. They were dark, intimidating, dominating—you quickly swallow and take a deep breath.
"I will—I want to ride your cock," you somehow stutter, but keep your gaze locked on him.
"Good girl," he praises you, sliding his hands under your dress to pull the panties off.
Rather, he doesn't pull them off at all. He holds at the flimsy and delicate straps of your panties and snaps them in two; the remaining fabric slips out of dress and falls onto the ground. You pout, when the realisation of him fully dressed comes to your mind. In a sudden moment, you fumble your hands to unbutton his shirt. Jongho titters softly before pushing your hands away and then tracing his along your thighs. He pushes the remnant of your dress, which apparently was only clinging on your lower half because of how ruthlessly he had ripped off the top and rubs a forefinger along your slit. He's glad to find your dripping wet, your slick coating his finger in beautiful sheer shade.
He pulls back his hand and lets the other rest on your waist. "Fuck, you really love to be teased, don't you? It makes you wet, right—when we fucking rile you, play with you and..." he pauses to let out a deep chuckle, "I can't fucking believe how wet you are right now, mewling for my cock—such a pretty little thing, my pretty little slut wanting to take my cock in."
His words were...provoking. They were fueling the want even more, and you know you couldn't control yourself any longer.
"Jongho, I'm so close. I'm really—fuck—I'm really fucking close." You are on the verge of crying, your voice breaking till it reaches him.
"Oh, hun. You're not going to cum until I say so," he says, whirring his words with a little satire. "And dare if you do..."
He trails, merely whispering as he quickly unbuckles his belt and then pulls the zipper down; while he's tugging on his pants, you start grinding on his crotch, wanting to feel more of his erection. You do feel his cock through his briefs, however for a short while as he wastes no time in pulling them down as well and letting his cock free from the confines. Glancing through your half-closed eyes, you watch his cock spring up and rest on lower abdomen; the tip adorns an alluring shade of red, glimmering with bits of precum and the veins on the shaft bulge out. He was girthy. As compared to Yunho and Seonghwa, he was a little smaller, but the girth compensated for it. The thought of your cunt being stretched around his cock brings butterflies in your stomach and you leak out even more, not forgetting about the vibrations either.
"Click a picture, hun. It'll last longer," he teases in a calm tone, "or maybe I should send you one."
You softly mumble something incoherent in your mind and nod your head without even realising what it was for. Jongho's hands slip down to your waist to stable your body before bucking his hips into yours. His girthy cock grinds onto your slit, the tip hitting your clit every time he rocked his hips up. You were driven into a frenzy from the heat of his cock rubbing on you and the buzzing of the vibrator inching you close to your orgasm. Though, Jongho toys with the remote again, after having fished it out from his pocket, and the setting lowers down a notch.
The silly pace of his cock grinding onto you makes you wrap your arms around his shoulders; you hold yourself in one place as Jongho buries his head in the crook of your neck. He leaves behind another couple of hickeys down your neck, and bites down on the ones he had already marked before. The wetness, the warmth, the touch of his tongue on your skin is all too much, in addition to the little endeavour he had taken on below. One of his hands slithers down to your thighs, gradually dragging closer to your cunt. He hooks his finger into the ring of vibrator hanging out to hold it place, while he nudges you with a bite on your neck.
"...just a minute, hun," he says, out of breath, palming the underside of your thighs to prop you up on your knees for a meagre moment. "Can you take it in?"
He questions you slyly, smoothening his thumbs on your skin to calm you down. You were taken aback by the question posed, rather than replying to him, you start sinking lower into his crotch. Carefully and gently, he aligns the tip of his cock with your cunt as you hold onto his shoulders to get much needed leverage.
"Fuckfuckfuckfuck..."
You're chanting breathlessly, feeling his cock stretch out your walls, and not only that, but the numbing vibrations from the vibrator were sending you into a sensory overdrive. The dilemma was off putting, not knowing how the vibrator and his cock were fitting inside your tiny cunt. To be fair, it was a minuscule device which fit snug inside, continuing to vibrate its way to your long awaited and a very painful orgasm. Jongho's hands crawl up to cup your butt for a second then delicately graze past to the small of your back to help your body against his.
"Fuck—just—just swallowing me in like that...?" he taunts, "no wonder—ah hell!" he grunts under his breath as he bottoms out in you, filling you up with his length and girth; mostly his girth. Chuckling softly, he murmurs, "haha, no wonder the guys are and were so eager to fuck you. Honestly—fucking hell—honestly, this was worth the wait."
You mewl, "Jongho—can't—can't take it—fuck, I don't think I can—"
"Oh, hun. You'll have to hold out. I can't have you ruining my—fuck."
You're resting your head on his shoulder, arms moving down to entwine around his chest; he bucks his hips into yours, letting his cock plunge into you as he feels your walls tighten around him. He knew he wouldn't last too long with you clenching him out. So, he rather gets to it without wasting much time. A moan shatters your lungs when he picks up his pace. Even you start grinding your hips onto his, rolling them in eights to intensify the pleasure. The mellow vibrations of the vibrator were merely any distraction now, especially since it was stimulating both of you.
The whimper you had trapped in the back of your throat comes rushing out—you hadn't realised how full you'd be till now, considering Jongho's cock pushed the vibrator further inside you with every long thrust. He kept his pace steady regardless wanting to ruin you completely. One of his arms slides up your back to rest on your neck, while the other drops down to your ass. The warmth of his fingertips skimming around your asscheeks.
You knew where it was headed but were too over your edge to realise it, not that you cared at this point. Breathing hard, you bury your face into his chest. Drool slips out of your open mouth every time you try to breathe out—it stains your chin and rolls down to soak his shirt. The urge to have nothing between the two of you was overwhelming, meaning the shirt had to go. Somehow, all while keeping the tempo of your hips straight, you fumble with the buttons of his shirt, eagerly pulling them apart. Your desperation was admirable to him, he even goes as far as to let out an amused chuckle before slapping your ass lightly.
"Want to see me without it?" he muses, "you should be honoured to see me like this, you know."
You nod your head and tug at the ends of his shirt, watching it slip off till his shoulders obstructed it entirely falling off. His chest was on full display, making you drool even more at the sight of his slightly chubby belly and fleshy chest. You could bury your face in between his pecs and nuzzle your nose deep into it; that's a newly found urge for you.
"Have a—you have a good—have a good body, Jongs." You stutter, trying to keep your rhythm in synch with his thrusts.
"Yeah, you think so?"
"Hmhm, it's cute—really fucking cute—I love—I love a little squish."
A small breathless titter crosses his lips and lets a smile stay behind. Jongho's brows contort together, eyes closing; he had been tipped off the edge, only so slightly to urge himself to speed it up. The rhythm of your hips falters to the budding tension in your gut, while Jongho's thrusts pick up their pace and become more pronounced than before. Moans slip into the heated air between you two, mouths merely apart from each other. You had the urge to bite down on his plump lips, turn them a prominent shade of crimson but your thoughts are cut off by him when his finger protrudes into your other hole.
Your lungs crumple with a gasp, wanting to breathe again to ease out the stretch of your virgin hole; it was unlikely how comfortably his finger was slipping in, considering you had never been penetrated or done anything involving it.
"Jongho—Jongho, a little—a little faster, please," you mutter under your breath, feeling a little restless and overwhelmed by the pleasure washing over your body.
He chortles, heavy from the exertion, "desperate to cum, are we? Let's—let's grant you your wishes then."
Huffing out a breath, you nod your head in a daze while his cock plunges deep into you, although you were mostly losing yourself to the way his cock stretched you out and his finger playing with your hole. He lets his finger curl inside, pushing on the delicate wall of flesh between both of your holes; you were trembling with the urge to just come undone, having ceased your movements altogether. You let him do the work, let him buck his hips into yours. Your cunt swelled up to the tip of his cock pushing deeper, while his finger continued to press forward, confining his cock to your cervix, while it slid in and out. The way he had gotten you to tighten around him was clearly bringing his own high to the play.
"I'm going to—I'm so close, Jongs," you moan, wrapping your arms around his shoulder and burying your face into his chest. You were indeed close, feeling the burning sensation consume the pit of your stomach before straining one last time.
His half-lidded eyes fixate down on you, on how your lips were trapped under your teeth and how your eyes were squinted tight—he knew your orgasm was only a thrust away. Fumbling around to hold your waist with his free hand, he ruts his cock into you, letting it plunge a little further than before. You clench around him, urging to milk his cum out while he was buried so deep inside you. It takes for one drawling thrust of his to make you come undone, the knot appeasing itself in your gut while your juices dribble down and make a splash.
"Fuck, baby—you just—you just made a big mess on my cock."
Jongho suppresses an amused chuckle, noticing how your body quivered in his hold while he continued with his thrusts. You could feel him pulsate, sending tremors to your spine and mind; he throbs immensely as he moves, rocking his hips at an untamed pace to chase his high. Your clenching cunt was enough to tip him off, but the way he was playing with both of your holes and using the other to tauten your walls even better, made him curse out in a mere whisper before spilling himself into you, his cock twitching uncontrollably, still buried in you. The lurching waves of his orgasm get caught in your velvet walls, his warmth fills you up and while some leaks down your slick thighs, he empties himself completely into you.
"That..." he trails off, nudging your arm to pull you back, "everything's okay, right?"
You nod, arching your back to feel his limp cock and his finger sliding out of you. "I'm fine—but this—holy fuck, we—we should've done this sooner, don't you think?"
"You're telling me?" he scoffs, tangling his hands around your waist and letting them rest on the small of your back. "No wonder we had so much sexual tension trapped between us. The wait was worth it."
In the cold night breeze, you heave out a warm breath and peck his lips, giggling softly. "Indeed it was."
You're both breathless for a moment, arrested in each other's embrace to even feel the cold night air nipping at your bare skin. Jongho helps you crawl out of his lap and then, proceeds to lay you down, propping you up against the folded seats. Carefully, and gently, he pulls out the vibrator and flings it to a side; he then cleans you up, roughly with his handkerchief and drapes your body with his long coat. He promises to clean you up properly when the two of you get back home and you hold it against him.
Having a dizzy smile on your face the whole ride back to the apartment, you couldn't help yourself but ponder on the meagre feelings you felt towards Jongho. The untimely yet expected emotions bubbled under your skin because you had always wanted to be somebody to him. Jongho may not have a keen interest in expressing himself well, but he does it for you, he becomes a little more vocal when he's around you and takes pride in his kinks and desires. He knows what he wants from you and you know what you want from him; the two of you were strung together in a web of affection, perhaps even love.
In mere an hour, you find yourself in the apartment, in the darkened vestibule leading to the living room, muffling your feet against the floor till you're in the kitchen. There's no one lurking around, no sounds reverberate either, making you assume that everyone had fallen asleep. Though, it's the not same when Jongho closes the door behind him, causing a thud to collapse the absolute silence of the house—he clicks his tongue before putting his car keys in their designated place and wandering off to the kitchen with you.
He hugs you from behind and rests his chin on your shoulder, peeking over to observe your musings. The refrigerator was wide open, beams of light flooding out to fall on your faces—you were contemplating on picking out a snack; as usual, Seonghwa would keep a few containers of chopped fruits for you and the others, in case anyone had their hunger roiling their stomach in the middle of the night. You pick out a container consisting of chopped melon, and Jongho groans softly near your ear. Rolling your eyes, you put the container back and instead pick out an other one containing neatly diced papaya and watermelon. You're about to turn around and leave, when another set of footsteps emerge into the kitchen, sounding from behind you.
You grasp onto the refrigerator door, realising it was Yunho, shirtless, walking towards one of the cabinet counters to pull out a drawer; he rummages thoroughly through it, searching for something whilst his foreboding conscience wasn't fazed by you two. Something crinkles in the sullen serenity, and your attention falls onto a glimmering, foil-like, square pinched in his fingers. You had a clear doubt about what it was—nothing else shines like that, and what else would he need in the middle of the night if not that?
But you were proved wrong when he tore off the crinkly packet and pulled out, what deemed like, a candy. He popped it in his mouth and turned on his heels to walk out, not before addressing something to you two.
"As I said in the morning, don't fucking spoil the kitchen, ya freaks."
With that he leaves and you roll your eyes, Jongho lets out an amused laugh instead. "Next time, maybe?"
"Sure."
Though you were smiling back at Jongho, you couldn't really comprehend how possessive and overly envious you were getting over Yunho, and today's suspicion casts you a different light to see him through. Besides, the way your arrangement had been made with these seven men, you were worried about getting hurt by either of them. Because you never really had any luck with relationships—or the unrequited type of love.
To your uncertainty, Jongho flips you over and pushes you against the refrigerator, closing the door in the process. He buries his head into your neck, and peppers your skin with soft kisses.
"Round two in the shower?" he poses you a question and you let out a soft moan, "uh, Jongho..."
"Aw, is my honeybun tired?" he coos, biting a good chunk of your flesh.
You weren't. You just weren't in the mood after seeing Yunho like that.
"Not really," you answer, sighing softly, "well, you better make it quick." You knew he was grinning ear to ear, tracing it along your skin as it widens.
"Don't think that's possible, but no promises."
And your lazy eyes catch the glimpse of the teddy bear he had won for you, giving you the sense of comfort before slipping into the memories of the night, the same which happened a few minutes ago. Jongho was definitely going to ruin you, however you wondered if there was ever going to be anything more to you and Yunho in this arrangement. You smile at Jongho and let your lips spell out,
"My crazy, sex starved bear."
M.list ┃ Previous ┃ Next
#ateez#ateez smut#ateez fanfic#ateez x reader#atz#choi jongho#choi jongho x reader#jongho#jongho x reader#jongho smut#choi jongho smut#woosan#park seonghwa#jeong yunho#smut#song mingi
127 notes
·
View notes
Text
It’s time to put on your sexiest outfit, and visit each members home to see if you’ll get a trick or a treat.
Welcome, Welcome, Welcome Kinktober 2023 starring Monsterteez!
All fics will be based off of monster Ateez! I ask that minors do not interact🔞. As all the fics linked will be 18+.
I hope you enjoy, sit back, relax, and enjoy the hot, and horny monster Ateez!
10.1 | Frankensteins Monster!Jongho
Size Difference + Electrostimulation @justaaveragereader
10.5 | Dr. Jung Jekyll and Hyde!Wooyoung
Wax Play + Sadism @justaaveragereader
10.8 | Slenderman!Mingi
Tentacles + Orgasm Control @justaaveragereader
10.12 | Imp!San
Humiliation + Public Sex @justaaveragereader
10.15 | Basilisk!Yeosang
Auralism + Blindfolded @justaaveragereader
10.19 | Demon!Yunho
Size Kink + Aphrodisiac @justaaveragereader
10.22 | Vampire!Seonghwa
Biting + Marking @justaaveragereader
10.26 | Grim Reaper!Hongjoong
Scythe/Knife Play + CNC @justaaveragereader
10.31 | Evil Doppelgänger!OT8
Voyeurism + Cuckholding @justaaveragereader
©️Please do not steal, translate, copy, or change any of the work tagged above. This includes all the fics and graphics. The graphics are made by me unless stated otherwise. Thank you.
Bat Divider Created @ Glitter-Graphics.com
Wanna be added to the taglist? Shoot us a message or drop a comment and we will make sure to add you🧡!
#kinktober 2023#kinktober#ateez smut#ateez x reader#kim hongjoong smut#park seonghwa smut#jeong yunho smut#kang yeosang smut#choi san smut#song mingi smut#jung wooyoung smut#choi jongho smut#kinktober masterlist#kim hongjoong x reader#park seonghwa x reader#jeong yunho x reader#kang yeosang x reader#choi san x reader#song mingi x reader#jung wooyoung x reader#choi jongho x reader#ateez fanfic#monster!ateez#monsterteez#ateez
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
don't cross that line
in which: once you cross that line, there's no going back, and you just happened to cross that line with your best friend, choi jongho.
pair: uni student!jongho/uni student!afab!reader
word count: 7.3k
content: light fluff?, smut, friends to lovers au, suuuuuuper plot heavy, drunken kisses, sober sex, bedroom sex, completely consensual!
rated: R | nsfw — minors do not interact
author's note: for the lovely @yourlocaljonghoe who asked for a jongho friends to lovers au and bada bing bada boom here it is mwah also may or may not be based off true events also i desperately wanted to include a cuddle scene because of this so you're welcome...? AND HUGE THANKS TO @yunhoszn FOR BETA-ING FOR ME YOU'RE A DOLL BABES MWAH
network: @cromernet
taglist: @k-hotchoisan @eyeryis @sinnarols @aaasia111 @sunshineangel-reads @hwallazia @dazzlingstarrs @dutchessskarma @/yourlocaljonghoe @st4rhwa @frobin4ever @sanhwajjong @certifiedmoa @therealcuppicake @yuyubeans @hyunukitty @startlinglyoongi @hyukssunflower @chewyhotteoks @alexwritesfics
apply for the permanent taglist here!
“Listen, all I can really say is that if she wanted to do well on the project, she would’ve pulled her weight,” Jongho grumbled.
You and Jongho were getting lunch in between classes. The two of you usually talked about classes during your break, and that day, you decided to bring up the last group project that you worked on. Jongho had to carry his team while you ended up having a blast with your own, making him all the more salty.
“Yeah, but that’s no reason to make her cry,” you pointed out.
“It’s her fault for not doing the work.”
“Jongho, she was your girlfriend. You didn’t have to be so mean.”
“Was, thank God,” Jongho let out a sigh of relief. “Honestly this whole dating thing is such bullshit— I just want to get my degree and get out of here.”
“Wow. How romantic,” you said sarcastically and rolled your eyes.
“Shut up,” Jongho retorted while throwing a fry at your face. “It’s your fault I was dating her in the first place.”
“I said go on one date with her. No one told you to ask her to be your girlfriend.”
“Yeah, well… Shut up.”
You shrugged, a smug smile appearing on your face as you realized that you won that argument. Jongho took a bite of his burger, annoyance written all over his face as you rubbed your smug smile. Jongho chose to fully ignore you at that point, making you turn to your phone to see that you were going to be late for your next class if you didn’t haul your ass out of there.
“Hey, I gotta go. I’ll see you tonight?” you asked him.
“Yeah. See ya,” Jongho responded with a nod and a light wave.
There was a Tuesday night tradition you, Jongho, and a couple other friends from school had— Trivia Night. One of your other friends worked at the bar that hosted the trivia, which is how you came to know of it in the first place.
That being said, even though you went for trivia, you guys never actually played. It was more of an excuse to go drinking in the middle of the week than anything, which meant every Tuesday, you and your friends were drinking way too much and screwing yourselves over for classes the next day.
“Hey, Joong!” you said, your words staring to slur together. “Let’s do a shot together.”
“Yeah! All of us!” your friend, Mingi, added as he hugged you from behind.
“Fine, last round, and then I’m sending you home,” Hongjoong replied while rolling his eyes, a playful smile on his face.
“Good idea. Y/N’s been getting a little handsy with me,” another friend, Yunho, said as he brushed your straying hand off his thigh— you couldn’t help it; you were an affectionate drunk.
The five of you clinked glasses and took your shots, Yunho and Jongho doing it with ease while you and Mingi made faces as the liquor burned your throats.
“Hey, so did you guys look into your classes for next semester?” Jongho asked.
“Not yet,” Yunho shook his head. “I’m guessing you have?”
“Yeah. We have to take the senior colloquium, so why don’t we all try for the same time and recitation? Keep us sane in our last semester of college.”
“Alright, that sounds good,” you giggled and hugged Jongho. “It’ll be fun to have a final class together.”
Mingi settled for nodding while also giggling. Jongho wanted to talk about the matter further, but you and Mingi were just far too gone to have a proper conversation at that point, so he just settled for talking to the group about it when you all were sober.
You were still clinging to Jongho as he sat quietly and thought about classes while sipping his beer, your head on his shoulder, your arms wrapped tightly around his waist. You couldn’t help but stare at him as he was lost deep in thought, and your drunk self thought it was the perfect time to nuzzle your nose in his neck.
“Alright, we’re going home,” Jongho immediately declared.
“What? Why?” you complained as Jongho got out of your embrace and grabbed your arm to put over his shoulder.
“Because you’re done.”
“How do you figure?”
“Because I know. Let’s go home before you yak on the bar again,” Jongho shut you down and started dragging you out of the bar. “Yunho, let me know how much we owe you after you close the tab.”
“Will do!” Yunho responded cheerfully as he watched Jongho drag you away.
“Bye Yuyu, Mango, Joong!” you managed to say before leaving the establishment.
The walk home was atrocious for Jongho. You refused to walk in a straight line and kept trying to pull him towards any bar that you passed, and at some point, Jongho had enough and made you get on his back so he could piggyback you back to your apartment. His patience was wearing thinner as you started playing with his hair and tickling his neck, but you were his best friend, and you were drunk out of your fucking mind, so he was going to be there for you.
By the time Jongho got you home, you were practically falling asleep on his back— he had a very comfy back, not going to lie. He put you down right in front of your door, but instead of reaching for your keys, you slumped onto him, his chest catching you before you went tumbling down.
And then, you blacked out.
You woke up the next morning with a horrible hangover and absolutely no memory of how you got back from the bar in the first place— you remembered Jongho walking you home, but how you ended up in your bed was a complete mystery to you. There was a nagging feeling in the back of your mind, that you did something you shouldn’t have, but you couldn’t for the life of you figure out what it was, nor did you have the time to ponder it because you had to get your ass out of bed and onto campus.
Your first class was absolute torture, your headache intensifying as the lecture went on and on, and by the time the class was over, you were ready to fall over. You trudged out of the classroom to see your friends waiting for you— they usually waited for you after your Wednesday morning class so that all four of you could grab lunch— Yunho immediately pulling you in for a hug.
“You look like shit,” he commented while hugging you.
“Wow, really? I had no idea,” you responded with heavy sarcasm.
“What the fuck happened to you last night for you to look like this?” Mingi asked.
“I have no fucking clue,” you groaned. “All I remember is leaving the bar…”
But, your statement was drowned out by Mingi as he dramatically grabbed his chest and gasped, “Did you and Jongho go and drink more without us?!”
“Yeah, no. Y/N was too wasted for that,” Jongho shook his head. “I took her home directly.”
“I guess the hangover is only hitting so hard because I’m not as young as I used to be,” you sighed loudly.
“…We’re all in our early twenties. Shut up,” Yunho said while rolling his eyes.
“I dunno man, Jongho acts like an old man a lot,” Mingi said with a slight giggle. “I think he’s in his eighties.”
As the three boys bickered, your mind lingered on Jongho’s words. He took you home directly, and you remembered that, but… How the hell did you get into your apartment? And why was the weird feeling still lingering?
“Hey,” you pulled Jongho out of the argument and to the side, the two tall men still walking without realizing you and Jongho were no longer walking with them. “Can we talk?”
“Sure,” Jongho agreed, the two of you moving to the side of the hallway.
“Did… Did something happen last night?” you asked. “Because I have this nagging feeling that I did something, but I… I don’t know what.”
“Don’t worry about it, and just sleep it off,” Jongho replied. “Look, I gotta get to class. I’ll talk to you later, okay?”
“Right, yeah, okay…” you trailed off as Jongho left you standing there more confused than ever.
Because what did he mean by “don’t worry about it”? What the fuck did you do last night?
You decided to take matters into your own hands. After you were done with classes for the day, you went straight to the bar because, Goddammit, you needed answers or at least some clarity.
“Joong!” you called loudly the second you got into the bar. “I have a question for you!”
You plopped yourself down on one of the bar stools and looked at the bartender, a determined glint in your eye, but a heavy sigh on your lips.
“Geez, you look like shit,” Hongjoong commented on your appearance the second he stood in front of you.
“That seems to be the general consensus today… Ugh, anyway. Did I do something wrong last night?”
“What?” Hongjoong’s face twisted in confusion. “What do you mean?”
“Like… Okay, I feel like I did something I shouldn’t have done last night,” you explained. “And I’m trying to figure it out.”
“You were fine here— well, you were shit-faced, and Jongho took you home, and that’s about it,” the bartender recollected. “You didn’t do anything outta pocket.”
“Okay… I still feel like… I’m missing something,” you grumbled to yourself, but the man could still hear you.
“Why don’t you ask Jongho since he walked you home last night?”
“See, I tried doing that, but he told me “don’t worry about it”,” you said, exasperated, while using air quotes. “What the fuck does that mean— What should I not worry about?!”
“I don’t know!” Hongjoong held his arms up as if you were holding him at gunpoint and demanding answers. “The only thing I can say is ask him again, or maybe sleep on it, and it’ll come to you.”
“So helpful,” you couldn’t help but be sarcastic. “Fine, I’ll sleep on it. Thanks for the help, Joong.”
You got off the stool and were about to head for the exit when the bartender asked, “So you’re not going to get a drink?”
“Are you fucking kidding— No! Bye, Joong!”
“Hey, Jongho?”
The two of you were sitting on your couch— Jongho came over after he finished his classes for the day.
“What’s up?”
“Are you sure I didn’t do anything that night?” you asked him, your voice slightly wavering.
“I told you not to worry about it,” he responded with a sigh.
“No, but I’m going to worry about it because I want to know!” you exclaimed. “You being all vague and shit about it just makes me more concerned, and I just need you to tell me for my own sanity.”
Jongho let out yet another sigh. He looked straight at you, his eyes meeting yours. You never realized how pretty his eyes were until you made proper eye contact, and the bigger his eyes got, the prettier they became. Then, you realized that his eyes were not getting bigger, but he was moving closer to you. You leaned backwards, your back hitting the arm rest as he pinned you against it, his light exhale flitting past your cheek.
“You really want to know?” he asked, his voice lower and softer than usual.
“I… I do. I do want to know.”
Shocks ran through your body when he caressed your face lightly, his dainty fingertips rubbing lightly against your ear. He leaned in closer to you, making you squeeze your eyes shut since you assumed that he was going to kiss you. Instead, he whispered in your ear, “You told me you loved me.”
He leaned away, allowing you to look at him with complete and utter shock. You tried to brush off the tension building in the room and between your legs as you responded as light-heartedly as you could, “But I always tell you that I love you.”
“Yes, but…” Jongho placed his hand on your thigh and slowly moved it upwards, his voice dropping even lower. “Last night, you told me that you meant it, that you were in love with me.”
Your jaw dropped. Your eyes darted back and forth, and your heart rate picked up as you tried to make sense of the situation— his words, his actions, and your body’s reactions.
“I— I did?” you whispered.
“Yes, and then,” Jongho’s voice also hushed to a whisper as he leaned close to you once more, his hand going further along your thigh, nearing your crotch. “You kissed me.”
“I… I— I,” you stammered, not a single coherent thought left in your brain.
Your brain only got emptier when you felt his soft lips against yours, your body immediately melting into his comfortable touch. You reciprocated his kiss, your hands unconsciously moving from his shoulders to his neck, bringing you closer to him. Your body lurched towards his when you felt his hand move around to your ass, the man firmly cupping it while his other hand slipped under your shirt and traced the curve of your waist, a soft moan playing on your lips.
“Just admit it,” he said softly with his lips still pressed against yours. “You love me, and I love you, too.”
His teeth got a hold of your lower lip and tugged it upwards as his hand started kneading your breast, making you gasp. Then, his patience started wearing thin. He lifted your shirt and moved your bra up to reveal your breasts, his mouth immediately going right for your nipple, and as he sucked, his hands pulled your pants down to reveal your soaking cunt. You were moaning loudly at that point, Jongho’s name barely rolling off your tongue.
When Jongho slipped his slender fingers into you, your entire body reacted. Your back arched, your toes curled, and your hands ran through his hair and gripped it tightly, his fingers pleasuring you greatly. He kept curling them inside you, searching for your G-spot, and once he found it, you cried loudly and sat up in bed.
In bed?
You looked around. Jongho was nowhere to be found, and you were in bed, awake. What the fuck… was that? You blinked the sleep out of your eyes and shifted in bed, only to feel something wet between your legs. You lifted your duvet to see that you were sitting on clean sheets, but soaking up your panties was your arousal.
Did you seriously just have a sex dream about your best friend?
You were mortified with yourself. For the rest of that week, you avoided Jongho like the plague because every single time you saw him, guilt pricked at your skin, brain, and heart. How could you dream of your best friend like that and then see him in the same way ever again? How were you supposed to act normal around him?
And so, you avoided the shit out of him. Seriously. You made sure to use the other exit from your classroom so that you wouldn’t have to deal with the group walking with you, and you ditched all of your regular spots because, fuck, you had no idea how you were going to be normal around him when you couldn’t even be normal with yourself before sleeping.
Because, truth is, that dream did something to you. Any time Jongho popped into your mind, your cunt would clench, and your body would rush with heat; and if you thought about him at night, you desperately had to do something about it. So, basically, every night, you were touching yourself while thinking about your friend— your best friend. What the fuck was wrong with you?
You were forced to meet with the group on Tuesday— Yunho left you a very long, very angry, very drunk voicemail telling you that if you didn’t show up on Tuesday, he was going to murder you. You doubted him, but when you heard Jongho and Mingi try to hold him back in the voicemail, you decided it wasn’t worth risking it.
You and Mingi were the first ones there, the two of you sitting in awkward silence as Hongjoong served you your drinks.
“Okay, um, what the fuck is wrong with you?” Mingi asked after taking a solid sip of his beer.
“W-What do you mean?”
“You’ve been avoiding us all fucking week! Did we do something wrong, or like, do you hate us or—”
“Oh my God, Mingi, no,” you immediately assured the guy. “I wasn’t trying to avoid all of you! Just…”
“Just what?”
“I was avoiding Jongho…”
“What the fuck? Why?” Mingi’s tone went from accusatory to worried and sympathetic, making you relax a little bit.
“Okay, so, uh… The other night… I… I may or may not have had a sex dream about Jongho… And when I woke up, I just… I got super turned on.”
“Wait, was it a wet dream?”
“I don’t know… Can girls even have wet dreams?”
“Well… Sounds like a wet dream to me,” Mingi answered after pondering the idea for a little.
“Great. Either way, I can’t even look at him the same way anymore. Fucking kill me,” you groaned as you laid your head on the bar top.
“Wait, so why’d you even dream about it?”
“I don’t know, man! I’ve been friends with the guy for fucking years, and this is the first time I’ve ever dreamt about him like that— and what’s worse is that he was so fucking good in my dream! Ugh, I wanna die!”
Mingi, who found the whole ideal hysterical, was laughing his ass off as he watched you get more and more mortified by the second.
“Did you ever figure out what happened that night, Y/N?” Hongjoong entered the conversation, making Mingi’s laughter die down a little.
“No,” you sulked. “I never got the chance to ask him again… I asked him in that dream, though.”
That made Mingi laugh all over again. He was clutching his stomach and laughing until he started crying, and he continued to laugh his ass off even when Yunho arrived. Well, he was still laughing, but he was able to wheeze to Yunho, “Dude, listen to this—”
“Mango, shut the fuck up!” you kicked Mingi in the shin, although that did nothing to the guy.
“Y/N had a random sex dream about Jongho!” Mingi barely said before laughing all over again.
“Really?” Yunho asked— he didn’t seem surprised, though.
“Yeah,” you said sadly.
“Well, I guess it makes sense that you’d have a sex dream about him considering what you did,” Yunho pondered out loud.
Mingi stopped laughing, and you, Hongjoong, and Mingi all stared at the tall man, Hongjoong asking, “What the fuck did she do?”
“She kissed him.”
The three of you stared at Yunho with wide eyes and dropped jaws.
“What?!”
“Yeah, Jongho told me about it.”
Your brain, at that point, was erroring out as it tried to recollect the events of that night while Mingi, on the other hand, was so insulted.
“You knew about this and didn’t tell me?!” he asked, feigning injury.
“I thought he told you! What do you want me to do about it?”
“Just check in with me next time! We should share everything with each other, Yunho.”
Yunho and Mingi continued to bicker in the background as you finally, finally, remembered what happened that night.
“Y/N, you’re home,” he said quietly while standing you upright. “Where are your keys?”
“In my pocket," you said with a slight giggle— the jeans you had on actually had front pockets, so you usually stashed your keys in there so you wouldn’t have to wear a purse when you had those jeans on.
With a sigh, Jongho carefully dug into your pocket, his fingers lightly grazing your upper thigh. You couldn’t help but let out a little moan; his action was so minimal and unintentional, but it still felt fucking good. God, you were definitely wasted.
Then, a crazy thought entered your drunken brain. You realized that you needed to thank Jongho for getting you home safe. Granted, it was his job as your best friend (not really, but what are friends for?) to make sure you made it home, but you still had to thank him, right? So, right after Jongho unlocked your door and opened it for you, you grabbed him by the collar, and you thanked him by kissing him.
To be honest, it was the world’s most anti-climactic kiss. Your lips just pressed against his, and that was it. When you moved away, you could see that Jongho was in complete shock, his jaw dropped slightly. His eyes were darting back and forth as he tried to decipher what the fuck you just did. His hands, which were previously on your shoulders, dropped to the side, limp.
That’s when you made the situation worse. You pulled him towards you again and kissed him properly. It was a gentle kiss, your lips enveloping his upper lip, your hand moving from his collar to his neck to make the kiss the slightest bit more sensual. And, to your surprise, you felt his hands on your waist. He reciprocated the kiss, bringing his body closer to yours as he kissed you more passionately. You were practically melting in his arms the longer he kissed you, your brain officially erroring out as you lost yourself in him.
When the chain of kisses ended, you found yourself dazed. You truly didn’t know what to say or do, so you just patted his chest and whispered, “I… Uh… Good night, Jongho…”
Jongho seemed unfazed, as if he wasn’t just making out with you seconds prior. He nodded and patted your head while responding, “Good night, Y/N. Sleep well.”
“Yeah, you too…”
Brain fuzzy, you crashed in your bed, your face still rosy and your lips slightly sore from kissing your best friend. Your best fucking friend.
You buried your face in your hands when you realized what you did, your mind chanting “what the fuck?” over and over again. You felt someone’s hand on your shoulder, but there was no way you were going to be consoled so easily.
“Y/N, don’t worry about it. It was a tiny mistake,” Hongjoong said softly. “We all know that you’re not usually like that.”
“I’m sick and tired of people telling me not to worry about it,” you groaned. “And being drunk is not an excuse… I… What do I do?”
The four of you were silent until Yunho said quietly, “I think you should just talk to him.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, just talk it through. You guys are best friends, and I don’t like seeing the two of you avoiding each other.”
“Wait,” your head snapped up. “What do you mean each other? I thought I was avoiding him…”
“Why do you think he’s not here right now?” Yunho pointed out.
You gaped. Trivia was about to start soon, and Jongho was nowhere in sight.
“Where is he?”
All you did was kiss the guy, but you felt the guilt weighing on your shoulders not just because of the kiss but because of everything else you did following the kiss. The guy was your best friend for crying out loud. If it was just the kiss, you would’ve apologized immediately, and all would’ve been well, but the dreams just made it so much harder for you to do anything— even knocking on his apartment door was fucking difficult.
You somehow mustered the courage to do it, and after a couple of seconds, Jongho answered the door. He was wearing his standard class outfit: jeans, a hoodie, and a jean jacket; but he looked so fucking hot, so boyfriend material in them, that your heart actually skipped a beat or two.
“Hey,” Jongho spoke first, pulling you out of your head before you could spiral into a dizzy daydream.
“H-Hey, uh… Can I come in?”
Holding the door open, Jongho invited you in. You walked in hesitantly, awkwardly. You’d been in his apartment so many Goddamn times, so you shouldn’t have been so timid, but your anxiety truly got the better of you.
The two of you ended up taking a seat at his tiny dining table, the man sitting across from you. You fidgeted with the hem of your shirt as you looked down and tried to spit out something, anything.
“So…” you finally uttered. “I wanted to apologize.”
“For what?” Jongho genuinely sounded confused.
“I got really drunk the other night—”
“Y/N, it’s fine. I told you not to worry about it.”
“No! It’s not fine, Jongho,” you shook your head. “I— I came onto you, which was totally not cool of me, and I’m really sorry for that. I don’t like that you’re uncomfortable around me, which is totally valid considering what I did, but like… You’re my best friend, and it’s so weird that we’re avoiding each other like this…”
“Wait… Huh?”
“What?”
“I didn’t think you remembered, which is why I told you to not worry about it,” Jongho explained.
“I mean, I didn’t at first, but then it came rushing back to me like just now at the bar after Yunho told me what I did, and God, I feel awful for doing that to you,” you rambled.
“Why do you feel awful?”
“Because I kissed you without consent…? Isn’t that why you were avoiding me?”
“That… That wasn’t nonconsensual, Y/N…” Jongho started mumbling as the tips of his ears turned red.
“What… Um, what do you mean, Jongho?” you asked in a small voice.
“I mean…”
Jongho pressed his lips together and looked away, his ears turning redder as he ran his fingers through his hair. The guy was embarrassed as fuck, but he still managed to look so attractive that it made your heart, and your cunt, clench hard. He left his hand on the back of his head as he brought his gaze back to you.
“I kissed you back…”
Your jaw dropped slightly. Stammering, you asked, “S-So… What, uh.. What does that mean?”
“That I kissed you because I wanted to. Because I like you. And I was avoiding you because… Well, I didn’t want you to know that I, uh, had feelings… For you…”
Your face erupted into flames. You looked straight down at your lap, your eyes darting back and forth as you tried to make sense of the situation. The two of you were absolutely silent as clouds of embarrassment and slight tension filled the room.
“Wait…” Jongho broke the silence. “So, if you just remembered, then why were you avoiding me?”
“O-Oh… Because…” you forced yourself to get the words out— knowing him, he wouldn’t let you go without a proper explanation, and there was no way you were going to be able to lie to him at that point. Plus, even if you didn’t tell him, Mingi was going to, and it was definitely better that you told him than your dumbass friend.
“Spit it out, Y/N,” Jongho said, his voice breaking you out of your trance.
“Right.. Because I, uh… I had a sex dream about you… And now I can’t… Not see you… In… That… Way…”
And with that, you buried your face in your hands, trying to extinguish the red on your face; you could practically feel steam leaving your ears because of how embarrassed you were.
Jongho, meanwhile, was completely taken aback, but in the best way possible. If you were dreaming about him in that sense, did that mean you liked him back? That the feelings were mutual? That the kiss actually meant something whether you realized it or not?
While you were dying of embarrassment, Jongho hugged you— he thought he was reassuring you, but it only made you more shy and a little turned on feeling the way he hugged you securely to his surprisingly firm yet soft chest (you hugged him all the fucking time, so why you were only noticing it now was a mystery to you). You were so ready to let out a squeal— more like a dying dolphin noise— of embarrassment when you felt him choke down a chuckle and start petting your hair. Goddammit, was he trying to drive you insane?
Luckily, Jongho didn’t push the topic further (yet). The embarrassment slowly died down, and when you felt your heart unclench, you timidly hugged him back, and once you calmed down enough, he let go of you. Then, he fucking made your heart skip a million beats when he brushed your hair out of your face and looked at you with the softest eyes you had ever seen on him. You had seen him with plenty of girlfriends in the past, but this was the first time you had ever seen him display so much affection— and for you, of all people.
At some point, the two of you migrated to his sofa where you were sipping on water on one end of the long sofa and he was sitting in the arm chair next to the sofa like a fucking king. You had to keep your eyes on your water because if you got even the tiniest glimpse of his thighs and the way he was manspreading, you would fully combust.
“Y/N,” Jongho asked, his voice softer than ever.
“Yes!” you sat up attentively. “I-I mean, yeah…?”
You for sure thought Jongho was going to laugh at your actions, but he didn’t. He looked like everything was normal, but his ears were bright red once again.
“So…” he started. “In this dream… What happened?”
You choked on your water. You knew he was going to ask at some point, but you didn’t think he would actually ask you. You set the cup of water down on the coffee table in front of you and sighed softly before explaining the dream to him.
And as you explained your dream to him, Jongho’s face didn’t change in the slightest. He took all of your words in and just kept nodding, making it a little easier for you to tell him. Finally, after you finished retelling your dream— you only told him the dream that started all because God forbid he ever found out about you touching yourself while thinking about him in your dreams— he nodded and said, “Oh, wow… Hopefully, I live up to the way you dream made me out to be… Well, only if you’re okay with that.”
You blinked and froze, the words slowly starting to sink in. Was he asking for consent? Oh my God, did he want to fuck you?!
Without realizing it, you nodded slowly, your body taking over your mind. Then, you whispered, “I’d… I’d like to experience it for real…” giving him the verbal consent that he wanted.
Jongho held out his hand, willing you to hold it. He tugged your hand to make you get up and stand before him, and before you knew it, you were straddling him, your ass pressing against his knees. He was looking up at you with the softest, sparkliest eyes that you’d ever seen on him, making your heart skip a beat but in a way that was different from the way your wet dream version of him did.
With one hand on your back and the other weaving his fingers through your hair, Jongho led your head to meet his, his lips pressing against yours softly. He kissed you slowly, passionately. You were holding onto his shoulders at first, only for you to move your hand to his face and cup his cheek, the kisses deepening, your tongue slipping into his mouth as you felt your body slowly start to heat up.
His hands moved from your hair and back to your thighs, the palms of his hands rubbing against your clothed thighs so slowly and sensually that electricity zapped through all of your nerves. He let out little gasps and groans in between your kisses, his fingers pressing into your thighs when you tugged upwards on his lower lip.
Jongho was a lot more calculative with his actions in real life than in your dreams. His hands trailed from your thighs to around your butt, only to rest on the small of your back, his fingers teasing you by tugging at the waistband of your pants but not actually moving them down. You whined lightly against his lips, your hands gripping the collar of his jean jacket to get him to stop teasing you and start stripping both you and him down.
What sold him on moving faster was not the threat of your grip, but the way you were rolling your hips into him, the slightest movement making the bulge in his pants grow bigger and tighter; and it certainly did not help when you ran your fingers along his neck, one finger lingering on the little mole on his neck.
His intensity increased immediately. His hands went under your thighs and shifted you so that you were straddling only one of his thighs. He pushed down on your waist so that you were fully sitting on his thigh before running his hands up your shirt, his fingers brushing along the sensitive spots on your back.
The two of you only stopped kissing when you forced him to take off his jacket and when he helped you get out of your shirt, his eyes scanning your body as you tossed the shirt to the side.
“W-What? What is it?” you whispered, suddenly self-conscious and slightly reluctant to take your bra off.
“You’re stunning, Y/N,” he breathed out, his hands tracing the curve of your waist.
The compliment made you all sorts of shy all over again, making you bury your face in the nook of his neck. Jongho used that opportunity to unhook your bra, the straps slipping off your shoulders the second the band released. You ended up slipping the bra off, leaving your entire torso exposed. You felt the blush on your face get more intense when his hands and lips roamed your body, the man’s eyelashes fluttering as he left tiny, soft kisses along your skin.
Your hips resumed rolling, your clothed cunt rubbing along his thigh as his hands cupped and clutched your breasts. His hands kneaded your breasts continuously as he left little pink marks along your collarbone, chest, cleavage; and finally, when his mouth found your nipples, his hands moved back to your ass and held the underside of your ass securely as he sucked and nibbled on your tit.
“Jongho!” you cried as you flung your head back. “I— Angh— I—!”
You couldn’t form a single thought the second he started moving the waistband of your pants down. The only thing you could do was forcibly move his head up so that he was forced to look into your eyes, his dark hair covering his sparkling eyes slightly.
“I want you to fuck me already,” you whispered— more like whimpered— while grasping the collar of his shirt.
Wordlessly and effortlessly, Jongho stood up with you in his arms, your legs automatically wrapping around him as he carried you to his bedroom. He laid you down on his bed gently before starting to slowly remove his own clothes.
It was dark in his room, but thanks to the moonlight and the lights from the city, you were able to see his muscles and toned body reveal themselves as the clothes came off, and when he took off his pants, you saw that his cock, his girthy cock, was impatient and ready to go— you couldn’t even imagine the amount of self-restraint he was using if his cock was that red and angry.
Jongho turned to his nightstand and produced a condom. He tore the packet open and tossed it somewhere before rolling the condom on and getting on the bed next to you.
“C’mere,” he whispered as he laid down.
Soon, you were straddling him once more, your wet cunt hovering above his erect cock. At first, you thought he was going to ask you to ride him, but instead, he pulled your arms down so that you were essentially pinning him down, his lips making contact with yours as your chest pressed against his. His fingers ran through your hair and held the back of your head as he pushed your face closer to his, allowing his tongue to slip into your mouth.
You were so distracted by his tongue dancing with yours that you didn’t even realize his hands moved to your ass and his cock, lining up your entrance with the tip before pushing you down slowly, the girth of his cock spreading you so wide that you thought you were going to tear.
You cried against his mouth as he filled you up, your ass pressing against his thighs as he remained still inside you. Your walls clenched tightly around his fat cock, making him sharply inhale in between kisses, a little grunt escaping him shortly thereafter.
After a couple of seconds, you were able to relax your pussy just enough to start moving comfortably, your ass slapping his waist lightly as you moved your waist up and down. You moved slowly and gently at first as you moaned against Jongho’s lips, your chest rubbing against his, your nipples getting more sore by the second.
But, you were going a little too slow for the man underneath you. His hands, still on your ass, held onto you tightly as his waist jerked upwards. Your ass slapped against his waist so hard that the sound echoed in the room, and it felt so fucking good that your lips left Jongho’s so you could cry out in pleasure.
Jongho wanted to hear those cries more, so he continued to ram his waist upwards, and as he did so, he moved your ass so that he was continuously rubbing against your G-spot, making your orgasm arrive way sooner than you expected. You moaned loudly and dropped your head into the nook of his neck as you came, your cunt creaming around his dick.
You were panting heavily as Jongho sat up, his cock still deep inside you. Yet, he didn’t move. You remained seated on his lap as he gave you a second to recover and blink the stars out of your eyes as he moved his lips to your neck, peppering small kisses along your soft skin. His arms wrapped around you, his fingers pressing lightly into your waist and back, his nails tickling you ever so slightly. You rested your arms on his shoulders and let out euphoric sighs as he kissed you all over, leaving the occasional pink mark on your skin as he worked his way around the blank canvas of your body.
He started leaning into you the more he kissed you until he had you pinned to the bed. He was hovering above you when your back settled into the mattress, his hands laid flat right above your shoulders. The two of you just stared at each other, your mouths slightly open as you breathed in unison. Jongho’s hair was covering his eyes slightly, but you could still see them sparkle as he gazed into your eyes. His soft touch brushed against your temple as he moved your hair out of your face and tucked it behind your ear before cupping your face and kissing your lips lightly, a small smile appearing on his face.
You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and brought him closer to you, your lips yearning for him to kiss you more deeply, more passionately; and your waist shifted slightly and impatiently as you waited for him to fuck you. The second he locked lips with you again, his hips gyrated into yours, the light slaps of your waist meeting his filling the room.
Jongho’s pace slowly started speeding up, and the intensity of his thrusts increased exponentially as your cunt started taking the shape of his cock. Your insides started heating up to the point where you thought the friction was going to start a fire within you, and every time his waist rammed into yours with a satisfying slap, you let out a gasp mixed with a moan, your head pushing back further into the mattress.
Your legs wrapped around his waist completely, allowing him to thrust even faster into you. Jongho kept gasping your name softly as his orgasm neared, the melodic sound of your name leaving his lips making your body tingle all over and your toes curl. You hugged him even closer to you so that his chest was against yours and his nose was rubbing against the crook of your neck, his hot breath tickling your skin.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” Jongho gasped as you clenched around him.
You bit your lower lip and nodded, stars reappearing in your vision. Just seeing you bite your lower lip was enough for him. Jongho snapped his hips into yours with such force that made you cum hard, your walls fluttering as your arousal squirted out. Jongho, meanwhile, also came, his cock twitching as his cum filled the condom.
As you recovered from your high, Jongho pulled out and removed the condom before stroking himself a couple more times, ropes of cum decorating your torso as he finished completely on you, a groan of pleasure and relief rumbling in his chest. Then, wordlessly, he got off the bed and disappeared into his apartment.
You were able to push yourself up by the time Jongho returned with towels and water. He handed you the glass, and you took tiny sips of the water as you watched him wipe you down.
“Tell me something,” he said to you. “Was that as good as your dream?”
Jongho looked up at you as he waited for you to respond. So, you cupped his face and led him towards you to leave a lingering kiss on his lips.
“No, it was better.”
You thought you would be waking up from another dream, but no. This time, when you woke up, you woke up to see your best friend’s sleeping face right in front of yours, his soft features relaxed and beautiful. He looked so peaceful, so pretty while sleeping that it kind of made you jealous that he could look like fucking Sleeping Beauty.
You shifted slightly, immediately making the sleeping man hug you closer to his bare chest, his soft skin making you shiver slightly. And when you felt his gentle exhale flit past your ear before he buried his nose in your hair, every single nerve in your body tingled happily.
As Jongho continued to sleep, you observed him, your eyes landing on the little freckle on his neck. You absentmindedly traced your nail along it lightly, tickling him and subsequently waking him up.
“Mmm, good morning,” he uttered, his low morning voice echoing in your ear.
You’d had many sleepovers with him in the past, and you’d heard his morning voice many, many times in the past, but having him talk right into your ear like that was too sexy, too stimulating for you that early in the morning, your heart and cunt fluttering.
“Good morning, Jongho,” you whispered back.
Hugging you even closer, Jongho let out a happy exhale before leaving the faintest of kisses on your temple, making your heart skip and making you realize that you were falling for him.
But he didn’t need to know that. Not yet, anyway.
#broatz#cromernet#ateez#choi jongho#jongho smut#jongho x reader#reader x jongho#ateez jongho#choi jongho ateez#jongho ateez#choi jongho smut#ateez choi jongho
323 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
reverbguitaramps-blog
Reverb Guitar Amps
insideoutsider
extroverted introvert
ratedmusicwritingservices
Untitled
murky-memories
✐ murky ⍟