𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ; Headcanons on how I think Jongho would be as a yearner.
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ; Yearner!Jongho x Fem!Reader.
☆ — 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 293. ☆ — 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : Smut. ☆ — 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : Clinginess (?idk how to spell it), tree lover!jongho (me too, I tell my favorite tree everything), fantasizing, missionary, crying, hickeys, dick riding, whimpering, and a creampie.
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A/N — I apologize for uploading for like a month, life got so serious I literally forgot how to write. So take this very bad take of Jongho as a yearner as an apology :) even though it’s not really yearning…idk how to do ts anymore folks 💔.
Yearner!jongho who always feels like he needs to be next to you in order to breathe.
Yearner!jongho who thinks about you every second of the day, even if you’re with him in that moment. He’ll still think about you, and result in being rather clingy due to ‘missing’ you.
Yearner!jongho who sits outside underneath his favorite tree, just talking to himself about you and how much he adores you to the point it physically hurts sometimes.
Yearner!jongho who often fantasizes about your wedding day, even though he still has yet to propose to you.
Yearner!jongho who messages you literally twentyfour-seven, even on the days he’s the busiest. He needs to have contact with you at all times or he’ll go insane.
Yearner!jongho who will write you random love letters like he’s a man away at war starved for your affection. Even if he seen you two days ago.
— “I told the trees about you..” “You did?” “How could I not? You’re the most dear to my heart.”
Yearner!jongho who will start off in missionary, but once you start crying he’ll sit up so he can be even closer to you.
Yearner!jongho who likes to leave a trail of hickeys down your throat, murmuring ‘missed you.’ over and over.
Yearner!jongho who grips your hips hard enough to bruise when you’re on top, it emotionally grounds him.
Yearner!jongho who looks at you like you hung the moon for him, even when he tries not to.
Yearner!jongho who whimpers ‘love you’ right before he cums, making sure that he stays inside afterwards for closeness and comfort.
Yearner!jongho who gets so overwhelmed by his feelings that he will break down and cry after having sex.
ღ pairing: non-idol! jongho x afab! fem reader
ღ word count: 6k
ღ genre: smut
ღ rating: MDNI
ღ warnings: honestly this is basically porn with no plot. dom! jongho, unprotected sex (wrap up), nipple sucking, fingering , rough sex, creampie, pet names (baby)
ღ networks: @cromernet @k-vanity
ღ summary: it only took one night for months of tension to finally snap between you and jongho
Jongho was impossible to read. That was the problem.
You could sit across from him for hours and still not know what was going on behind those dark eyes. He’d stare at you with that calm expression, say something teasing in that low voice of his, then act like your heart wasn’t currently trying to claw its way out of your chest.
“You’re staring again.” You snapped your head toward Wooyoung, who sat beside you on the couch with an obnoxious grin stretched across his face.
“I am not.”
“You literally look at Jongho like he hung the moon.”
Across the room, Jongho leaned against the kitchen counter nursing a drink while talking to San. Even from here he looked unfairly pretty. Black hoodie pushed up at the sleeves. Hair messy from running his hands through it all night. His laugh rumbled softly through the apartment and your stomach betrayed you immediately.
Wooyoung made a disgusted noise beside you “Oh my god, there it is again.”
You shoved him hard enough to nearly spill his drink. “Shut up.”
“You like him.”
“I don’t.” You answer too fast.
“You do.” He protested beside you, not believing whatever you said.
“I don’t.”
“You so do.”
Before you could argue again, Jongho’s eyes flicked over. Straight to you, like they always did.
Suddenly the room felt too warm. His gaze lingered for a second too long before he pushed off the counter and started walking over. Your pulse immediately picked up.
Wooyoung noticed too. “Oh, this is getting good.”
“Leave,” you hissed.
“Not a chance.”
Jongho stopped in front of the couch, looking between the two of you suspiciously. “Why do I feel like I’m being talked about?”
“You are,” Wooyoung answered instantly.
“Wooyoung.” You snapped at him a bit, not having the patience.
“What?” He shrugged innocently. “I’m helping.”
“You’re making it worse.”
Jongho’s mouth twitched like he was trying not to smile. “Making what worse?”
“Nothing,” you said quickly.
Wooyoung stood abruptly, patting Jongho on the shoulder as he passed. “Good luck, brother.”
Then he disappeared into the kitchen before you could kill him.
Silence settled immediately. Jongho dropped into the now empty seat beside you, one arm stretched across the back of the couch. Close enough that your shoulder brushed his.
“You look nervous,” he murmured.
“I’m not nervous.” Your voice was finally softer with him.
“You’re playing with your rings.”
Your hands immediately stilled. Jongho huffed out a quiet laugh, tilting his head as he looked at you. “Did Wooyoung say something?”
“He says a lot of things.” You shrugged, not wanting to talk about your mutual friend too much.
“Usually true things.”
You rolled your eyes, but it lacked any real bite. Mostly because Jongho was looking at you like that again.
Eyes soft, curious even as they moved around you to scan you. It made your chest ache.
“You know,” he said slowly, “for someone who claims not to like me very much, you get flustered around me a lot.”
“I do not.”
“Mhm.”
“You’re insufferable.” You fake whined, trying to be bothered.
“And yet you keep sitting next to me.” Your breath caught when he leaned a little closer. Not enough to touch, but enough to make you aware of every inch between you.
“You know what I think?” he asked quietly.
“What?”
“I think you like me.”
You let out a nervous laugh immediately. “You’re insane.”
“Am I?” He raised an eyebrow.
“Yes.”
“Then look me in the eye and say you don’t.”
That should’ve been easy. Except Jongho was watching you so intently that your brain stopped functioning entirely. Your mouth opened but nothing came out. His lips curved slowly, clearly feeling victorious.
“There it is,” he murmured.
“I hate you.” You mumbled yet your burning cheeks betrayed you.
“No, you don’t.”Jongho shifted closer until your knees brushed. Your entire body went rigid when his hand slid against the couch cushion beside yours, pinky barely touching yours.
“So stubborn,” he said softly.
Your heart was pounding so loudly you were convinced he could hear it.
“You’re annoying,” you whispered weakly.
“But you still like me.” He taunted.
“You’re very confident.”
“I have reasons to be.”
His gaze dropped briefly to your mouth. That tiny movement shattered whatever composure you had left. The room suddenly felt distant, muted, as if everyone else had disappeared. It was just him. Just Jongho
leaning closer and closer until your breathing stalled completely.
“Just admit it,” he whispered, lips barely inches from yours. “You like me.”
You should’ve denied it. Instead, your eyes flicked down to his mouth. Jongho noticed, of course he noticed. His hand moved first, fingers lightly brushing your jaw before he kissed you. Soft, careful. It felt like he’d been wanting to do it for a while. Your brain short-circuited instantly. You grabbed the front of his hoodie without thinking, kissing him back before you could get embarrassed about it later. Jongho made the quietest sound against your lips. Something pleased and surprised all at once and suddenly he was kissing you properly. Warm hands, mouth slow on yours. The entire world melted away. That was until a voice cut off the sweet butterflies in your stomach feeling.
“OH MY GOD FINALLY—” You both jerked apart violently. Wooyoung stood in the kitchen entrance looking ecstatic while San doubled over laughing behind him.
“I TOLD YOU,” Wooyoung shouted to literally everyone in the apartment. “I TOLD YOU THEY WERE IN LOVE.”
You covered your face immediately. Jongho, somehow, looked more annoyed than embarrassed. “Can you shut up?” he deadpanned.
“No actually,” Wooyoung said proudly. “This is the best day of my life.”
San pointed at the two of you, still laughing. “You guys were staring at each other for like six months. It was painful.”
“You interrupted on purpose,” you accused.
Wooyoung gasped dramatically. “And miss the climax of the slow burn? Never.”
Jongho sighed beside you, but when you peeked at him through your fingers, he was smiling. Actually smiling. “So… now can I say I was right?” He mumbled quietly.
You groaned, even though you were smiling too.
Jongho stared at Wooyoung for a long second. Then he laughed. His head tipped back slightly, shoulders shaking while Wooyoung pointed between the two of you like he’d just won the lottery. “I knew it!” Wooyoung shouted. “San owes me twenty bucks.”
“Worth every penny,” San muttered through his laughter.
Your entire face burned hot enough to melt through the floor. “Can you guys not—”
“No actually,” Wooyoung interrupted, “this is a monumental occasion. The sexual tension in this apartment was becoming a public health concern.”
Jongho groaned, dragging a hand down his face while you hid yours in your palms. “You’re all annoying.”
“But we’re right,” San grinned.
Jongho glanced at you. That softened look returned immediately. His amusement faded into something heavier. Something warmer. Something that made your stomach flip. “Alright,” he said simply, standing up.
Wooyoung blinked. “Alright what?”
“Get out.” The entire room went silent.
San barked out a laugh. “Wait...you’re serious?”
Jongho grabbed a couch pillow and threw it directly at Wooyoung’s face. “Out.”
“WOW.” Wooyoung clutched his chest dramatically. “You kiss one person and suddenly you forget your friends.”
“You interrupted me.”
“And I’d do it again.”
Jongho pointed toward the door. “Leave.”
“You’re insane,” Wooyoung muttered, though he was already dragging San toward the entrance. “This man has been waiting for this moment his entire life.”
“Goodnight!” San yelled.
“Use protection!” Wooyoung added.
“Wooyoung!” You shouted.
The door slammed seconds later followed by loud cackling in the hallway. Silence settled over the apartment again. A very different kind this time. You slowly lowered your hands from your face only to find Jongho already looking at you. Now there was nobody interrupting. Nobody teasing. Just the two of you and the thick tension hanging in the room. Your heart started racing all over again.
Jongho exhaled a quiet laugh through his nose, shaking his head. “Sorry about them.”
“It’s okay.”
The silence filling the room was different now. It felt slightly dangerous all of the sudden. Because now you were noticing everything again. How close he was standing. How pink his lips looked after kissing you. How his chest rose slowly with each breath while his eyes stayed fixed on yours. Neither of you moved and neither of you spoke. Like if either one of you acknowledged what this actually was, it’d ruin it somehow.
Then Jongho took one step closer. Your breath caught instantly. “You know,” he murmured softly, “I had a whole thing planned.”
You blinked. “You did?”
“Mhm.”
“What happened to it?”
His mouth twitched. “Don’t really feel like talking anymore.”
Heat flooded your stomach. The look in his eyes nearly took you out completely.
You swallowed hard. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” His hand slid around your waist. His hold on you firm. You were pulled against him so fast you barely had time to gasp before he kissed you again. This one wasn’t careful. It wasn’t hesitant. It was weeks, maybe months of tension finally snapping.
You kissed him back immediately, fingers tangling in the front of his hoodie as Jongho backed you toward the couch without breaking the kiss once. His hands settled at your waist, thumbs brushing under the hem of your shirt just enough to make you shiver. The sound he made against your mouth was low and wrecked. Like he’d been holding himself back for way too long.
“God,” he muttered breathlessly between kisses, forehead falling briefly against yours. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
Your face burned hotter. But before embarrassment could settle in, Jongho kissed you again. Slow at first. Then deeper when your fingers slid into his hair. The tension between you dissolved into something warm and dizzying, all stolen breaths and soft laughter when your teeth accidentally bumped. Jongho smiled against your lips before kissing you again like he couldn’t help himself.
His hands slid fully beneath your shirt now, palms warm and rough against your skin as they traced up your sides with agonizing slowness. The calluses on his fingertips caught slightly on your skin, sending shivers racing up your spine. You arched into the touch instinctively, and Jongho groaned, a deep, desperate sound that went straight through you.
"You're so soft," he murmured against your mouth, hands spanning your ribcage, thumbs brushing just beneath your breasts. "I've wanted to touch you like this for so long."
Your breath hitched. "Jongho—"
He kissed you again before you could finish, one hand sliding up your back while the other stayed at your waist, holding you against him. His touch was reverent, exploratory, like he was mapping out every curve and dip of your body through sheer determination to memorize it all. When his fingers traced along your spine, you shivered hard enough that he pulled back slightly, eyes dark and searching.
"Cold?" he asked, voice rough.
"No," you managed. "The opposite."
Something flickered in his expression. A mixture of heat and satisfaction and barely restrained want. "Good," he breathed, and then his mouth was on your jaw, trailing slow kisses down to your neck.
The first press of his lips against your pulse point made you gasp. Jongho hummed in response, the vibration sending sparks through your nervous system. He kissed there again, then lower, teeth grazing the sensitive skin just enough to make your hips jerk forward involuntarily.
"Fuck," you whispered, fingers tightening in his hair.
Jongho made a sound that was almost a laugh, but too breathless to be anything but desperate. "You have no idea what those sounds do to me," he muttered against your throat, punctuating the words with another kiss. "I've been imagining this imagining— you—"
"Yeah?" Your voice came out shakier than intended.
"Yeah." His hands slid higher beneath your shirt, fingers splaying across your ribs. "Can I—" He paused, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes. "Can I take this off?"
"Please," you breathed.
Jongho's pupils dilated even further. He moved slowly, deliberately, fingers curling around the hem of your shirt and lifting it inch by inch. His knuckles brushed your skin as the fabric rose, and he paused halfway to press a kiss to your sternum, then another just above your navel.
"You're killing me," you gasped.
"Good," he murmured against your skin, smiling. "You've been killing me for months."
Your shirt finally came off, tossed somewhere behind the couch, and Jongho just looked at you for a long moment. His gaze traveled over your face, your shoulders, down to where you were still wearing your bra, and the expression on his face was so raw it made your chest ache.
"You're so beautiful," he said quietly, almost like he hadn't meant to say it out loud.
Heat flooded your cheeks. "Jongho—"
"I mean it." His hands settled on your waist again, thumbs stroking slow circles against your skin. "I've thought so since the first time I saw you. Drove me crazy that I couldn't tell you."
Before you could respond, he kissed you again. Deep and slow and thorough, like he had all the time in the world. His hands roamed your back, tracing the line of your spine, the curve of your shoulder blades, the dip of your lower back. Every touch felt deliberate, worshipful.
You tugged at his hoodie impatiently. "Your turn," you managed between kisses.
Jongho pulled back just enough to yank the hoodie over his head, and the brief moment of separation felt like too much. The second the fabric cleared his arms, you were pulling him back, hands finally able to touch bare skin. He was warm and solid under your palms, muscles shifting as he moved. You traced the lines of his shoulders, his chest, feeling his heart racing beneath your fingertips.
You kissed his collarbone, then his shoulder, emboldened by the way he shivered. His skin tasted faintly of salt and something uniquely him, and you wanted more.
"You're not the only one who's been thinking about this," you admitted against his skin.
Jongho's hands tightened on your waist. "No?"
"No." You kissed along his collarbone again, feeling his breath catch. "I've wanted you for so long I thought I'd go crazy."
"Fuck," he muttered, and then his mouth was on yours again, kissing you harder now, more desperate. His hands slid up your back to the clasp of your bra, fingers fumbling slightly. "Can I—"
"Yes," you gasped, head nodding quickly. "Yes, please—"
The bra came undone and Jongho eased the straps down your shoulders slowly, pressing kisses to each inch of newly exposed skin. When it finally fell away, he pulled back to look at you again, and the naked want in his expression made heat pool low in your stomach.
"Perfect," he breathed. "You're perfect."
Within seconds his mouth was on your neck again, kissing and sucking at the sensitive skin while his hands came up to cup your breasts. The first brush of his thumbs over your nipples made you gasp and arch into the touch.
"Jongho—"
"I know," he murmured, doing it again, watching your face intently. "I know, baby."
The name made something flutter in your chest. You pulled him closer, needing more contact, more of him. Your hands slid down his chest to the waistband of his jeans, fingers tracing the line of his abs.
Jongho's breath hitched. "You're going to kill me," he muttered, but he didn't stop you when your fingers dipped just beneath the waistband.
"Good," you echoed his earlier words, smiling against his mouth.
He laughed breathlessly and kissed you again, walking you backward until your legs hit the couch. You sank down onto the cushions and Jongho followed immediately, settling between your thighs with a kind of reverence that made your chest ache. His weight pressed you into the couch as he kissed you breathless, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other traced down your side, over your hip, along your thigh. Every touch sending sparks through you.
"You feel so good," he murmured against your lips. "So fucking good."
Your hands slid into his hair, tugging slightly, and Jongho groaned. He kissed down your jaw, your neck, your collarbone, taking his time with each spot like he was trying to catalog every place that made you gasp. When his mouth closed around your nipple, you arched off the couch with a broken moan. Jongho hummed
in satisfaction, tongue swirling as his hand came up to palm your other breast.
"Jongho," you gasped, fingers tightening in his hair. "Please—"
"Please what?" he asked, pulling back just enough to look at you, eyes dark and pupils blown wide.
"I need—" You couldn't finish the sentence, too overwhelmed by sensation.
"Tell me," he urged, pressing a kiss to your sternum. "Tell me what you need."
"You," you managed. "I need you."
Something in his expression cracked open at that. He kissed you again, slower this time but no less intense, while his hand slid down your stomach to the button of your jeans.
"Can I?" he asked against your mouth.
"Please," you breathed. "Please, Jongho—"
He worked the button open with shaking fingers, then slowly dragged the zipper down. His knuckles brushed against you through your underwear and you both gasped at the contact.
"Fuck," Jongho muttered. "You're—" He pressed his palm against you more firmly and you whimpered. "So wet already."
Heat flooded your face but you couldn't bring yourself to be embarrassed, not when he was looking at you like that. Like you were something precious and desired and his.
"Only for you," you whispered.
Jongho's eyes darkened impossibly further. He kissed you hard as his hand slipped beneath the waistband of your underwear, fingers finding you without hesitation. The first direct touch made you gasp into his mouth, and Jongho swallowed the sound greedily.
"God," he breathed, fingers moving with careful precision, learning what made you gasp and shiver. "You're so perfect. So responsive."
His finger teased your slit as he coated it in your slick. His finger moving and working to circle your clit in painfully slow circles. You couldn't form words anymore, could only hold onto him as he touched you, building the tension higher and higher. He watched the way you moved beneath him carefully, his finger finding your entrance and pushing it in. You gasped at the feeling, his finger pumping in and out of you until he had a second one join. He curled his digits inside of you, making your hips jerk as you could feel him hit the spot that made you see stars. "Jongho—" You moaned out his name in a wrecked whine.
"There?" he asked, voice wrecked by just the sight of you.
"Yes," you gasped. "Yes, right there—"
He kept the pressure steady, watching your face intently like he was memorizing every expression. The intimacy of being touched like this while he looked at you like you hung the moon was almost overwhelming.
"Jongho," you managed, reaching for him, needing to touch him too. Your hand found the bulge in his jeans and palmed him through the denim.
Jongho's hips jerked forward involuntarily and he cursed, forehead dropping to your shoulder. "Wait—wait," he panted, catching your wrist gently even as he thrust into your touch. "I need—if you keep doing that I'm going to—"
"I want you to," you whispered.
He made a sound that was half laugh, half groan. "Not yet," he muttered. "Not until I'm inside you."
The words sent a fresh wave of heat through you. Jongho pulled back just enough to hook his fingers in the waistband of your jeans and underwear to finally rid you of the rest of your clothing.
"Lift up for me?" he asked, voice rough.
You did, and he eased both garments down your legs slowly, pressing kisses to your hip, your thigh, your knee as more skin was revealed. By the time he'd pulled them off completely and tossed them aside, you were trembling.
Jongho sat back on his heels between your legs, just looking at you. His chest was heaving, hands flexing like he was restraining himself from touching.
"You're staring," you whispered, fighting the urge to cover yourself.
"Can't help it," he said roughly. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
Before you could respond, he was leaning down to kiss you again. His lips soft, sweet and reverent. His hands stroked up and down your sides, your hips, your thighs, like he couldn't stop touching you now that he was allowed.
"Your turn," you managed, tugging at his jeans.
Jongho pulled back just enough to fumble with his belt, fingers shaking slightly. You helped him, both of you working together to get his jeans and boxers down and off. When he was finally bare, settling back between your legs, you both just looked at each other.
The weight of the moment hung between you. Months of wanting, of waiting, of being afraid to cross this line. And now here you were, nothing between you anymore, and it felt like everything was about to change.
His pupils were blown wide, chest heaving as he looked down at you. His cock was hard and flushed, already leaking, and the sight of him completely undone before you even touched made heat pool low in your belly.
"You're sure?" he asked, voice rough and strained.
"I've never been more sure of anything," you whispered, reaching up to cup his face. "I need you, Jongho. Please."
That was all the permission he needed. Jongho kissed you hard as he settled between your thighs, the weight of him pressing you into the couch. You could feel him hot and hard against you, and when he rocked his hips slightly, the head of his cock dragged through your wetness.
"Fuck," he groaned against your mouth. "You're dripping already. Is this all for me?"
"Yes," you gasped. "All for you. Only you."
His hand slid between your bodies, fingers finding you slick and ready. He circled your clit once, twice, making you whimper and buck against him.
"I need to be inside you," he muttered, positioning himself at your entrance. "I can't wait anymore."
"Then don't," you breathed. "Take me. I'm yours."
Jongho lined himself up and began to push inside. He moved slow and careful despite the desperation written all over his face. The stretch was immediate and intense, your body struggling to accommodate him even as wet as you were.
"Oh god," you gasped, fingers digging into his shoulders. The feeling of him entering you, spreading you open inch by inch, was almost overwhelming. "Jongho—"
He paused, forehead pressed to yours, breathing hard. "You okay?" he asked roughly, voice strained with the effort of holding still. "You're so tight—fuck—"
"Keep going," you managed, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him deeper. "Don't stop. I need all of you."
Jongho groaned and pushed in further, the thick length of him stretching you wider. You could feel every ridge, every vein as he sank deeper, filling you completely. The burn of the stretch mixed with pleasure until you couldn't tell where one ended and the other began.
"So good," he panted against your neck. "You feel so fucking good. So perfect around me."
He pulled back slightly and thrust forward again, seating himself fully inside you. Both of you cried out at the feeling of him buried to the hilt, your body clenching around him like you never wanted to let go.
"God, you're taking me so well," Jongho groaned, staying still for a moment to let you adjust. "Look at you, stretched around my cock. So beautiful."
The filthy praise made you clench involuntarily, and Jongho cursed, hips jerking forward.
"Move," you finally whispered, nails dragging down his back. "Please, Jongho, I need you to move—"
He pulled back slowly, the drag of his cock against your walls making you both moan, and then thrust forward again. The angle made you see stars, finally feeling him so deep inside of you.
"Like that?" he asked, voice wrecked.
"Yes," you gasped. "Yes, just like that—"
Jongho set a rhythm that was deep and steady, each movement deliberate like he was trying to memorize exactly how you felt around him. Every thrust pushed deeper, hit harder, until you could feel him everywhere.
The couch creaked beneath you with every movement. The sound of skin against skin filled the room, obscene and perfect. The sounds eliciting from your pussy making him groan.
"Listen to that," Jongho groaned, picking up the pace. "Listen to how wet you are for me. How perfectly you take my cock."
Your hands slid into his hair, tugging hard, and Jongho moaned your name like a prayer. The sound of it made you clench around him, your walls fluttering and gripping him tighter.
"Fuck," he cursed, hips stuttering. "Don't do that or I'm going to—"
"I want you to lose control," you gasped, pulling him down for a desperate kiss. "Please...stop holding back. I can take it." You begged.
Something in him snapped at that. Jongho's control shattered completely. He pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in, the force of it making you cry out. He did it again, and again, setting a punishing rhythm that had you gasping and moaning with every thrust.
"God, you feel—" He couldn't finish the sentence, just buried his face in your neck and fucked into you harder, deeper, like he was trying to crawl inside your skin. "So tight. So perfect. Mine."
"Yours," you agreed breathlessly, nails raking down his back hard enough to leave marks. "All yours, Jongho—"
Your legs wrapped tighter around his waist, pulling him impossibly deeper. The new angle made him hit that spot inside you that had you seeing stars, and you couldn't stop the broken moan that tore from your throat.
"There?" Jongho panted, adjusting slightly to hit that spot again. "Right there?"
"Yes!" you cried out, back arching off the couch. "Right there, don't stop, please don't stop—"
He didn't. Jongho kept the same angle, the same devastating rhythm, driving into you over and over while you fell apart beneath him. Every thrust sent pleasure sparking through your entire body.
"You're so beautiful like this," he groaned, pulling back to watch your face. "Taking my cock so well. Making such pretty sounds for me."
The praise combined with the relentless pace had you climbing higher and higher. You could feel your orgasm building, tension coiling tight in your core, but you weren't ready for this to end yet.
"More," you gasped, not even sure what you were asking for. "Jongho, please, I need—"
"I know," he murmured, one hand sliding between your bodies. "I've got you."
His fingers found your clit and circled it in time with his thrusts. The dual sensation made you cry out, hips bucking up to meet him desperately.
"That's it," Jongho groaned, watching you writhe beneath him. "Let me see you fall apart. Want to feel you come around my cock."
The tension built higher, tighter, until you were trembling with it. Every nerve ending felt like it was on fire. Jongho's cock filled you perfectly, stretched you wide, hit every spot that made you see stars.
"I'm close," you whimpered, fingers digging into his shoulders hard enough to bruise. "So close—"
"Not yet," he panted, slowing his pace slightly even though you could tell it was killing him. "Want to make this last. Want to feel you like this forever."
He rolled his hips in a slow, deep grind that had you gasping. You could feel every inch of him, thick and hard inside you, stretching you open. The slower pace was more intense, more intimate, making you feel everything.
"Jongho," you whimpered, clenching around him. "Please—"
"Please what?" he asked, voice rough. "Tell me what you need."
"Harder," you begged, past the point of shame. "Fuck me harder. I need it. Need you."
Jongho groaned like you'd punched him and immediately complied, snapping his hips forward with renewed intensity. The force of his thrusts pushed you up the couch, and he had to grab your hip to hold you in place.
"Like this?" he panted, driving into you relentlessly. "This what you need?"
"Yes!" you cried out, nails dragging down his back. "Yes, just like that, don't stop—"
The sound of your bodies coming together filled the room mixing with both of you moaning and gasping. It was filthy and perfect and everything you'd been dreaming about for months.
"You're so wet," Jongho groaned, looking down to where you were joined. "God, look at you taking me. Look at how well you take my cock."
You followed his gaze and the sight of him disappearing inside you over and over made you clench hard around him. Jongho cursed and thrust harder, chasing the sensation.
"I'm not gonna last," he panted against your skin, rhythm starting to falter. "You feel too good. Too perfect. I can't—"
"Don't care," you gasped, pulling him closer. "Want to feel you come inside me. Want you to fill me up."
Jongho made a sound that was almost broken, hips snapping forward desperately. His fingers worked your clit faster, more insistent, determined to bring you over the edge with him.
"Come for me," he demanded, voice wrecked. "Want to feel you come around my cock. Please, baby, I need it—"
The combination of his cock hitting that perfect spot inside you and his fingers on your clit was too much. The tension that had been building finally snapped.Your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, pleasure exploding through every nerve ending. You cried out his name as your body clenched around him rhythmically, walls fluttering and gripping his cock like a vice.
"Fuck, yes," Jongho groaned, feeling you come apart beneath him. "Just like that. So perfect. So good for me."
He fucked you through it, prolonging your pleasure until you were shaking and oversensitive. Your walls were still clenching around him when his rhythm finally broke completely.
"I'm—" he gasped, thrusts becoming erratic. "I'm gonna—"
"Do it," you whimpered, legs tightening around his waist. "Come inside me. Want to feel it."
Jongho buried himself as deep as he could go and came with a guttural moan, his cock pulsing as he spilled inside you. You could feel the warmth of it, feel him throbbing as he emptied himself completely.
"God," he panted, hips still moving in small, involuntary thrusts as he rode out his orgasm. "So good. You feel so fucking good."
He collapsed on top of you, both of you trembling and gasping for breath. You could feel him still inside you, softening slowly, and the intimacy of it made your chest tight. Neither of you moved for a long moment, just stayed tangled together with hearts pounding in sync while you both tried to remember how to breathe.
Jongho shifted slightly, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. "Holy shit," he whispered.
You laughed breathlessly. "Yeah."
He pulled back just enough to look at you, and the tenderness in his expression made your chest tight. Like he couldn't quite believe this had actually happened.
"Worth the wait?" you asked softly.
Jongho smiled. His soft smile that belonged only to you now. "So worth it."
Eventually, Jongho pulled out carefully, both of you wincing slightly at the sensitivity. He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead before standing, offering you his hand.
"Come on," he murmured, voice still rough. "Let's get you somewhere more comfortable than my couch."
You took his hand and let him pull you up, legs a little unsteady. Yet he steadied you immediately, one arm wrapping around your waist while his thumb traced absent circles against your hip.
"You okay?" he asked softly, searching your face.
"More than okay," you whispered.
Something in his expression softened even further. He grabbed his discarded hoodie from the floor and helped you slip it on, the fabric warm and smelling like him. The gesture was so unexpectedly tender that it made your chest ache.
Jongho laced his fingers through yours and led you down the hallway to his bedroom. You'd been in here before for movie nights and the occasional late conversation but it felt different now. Intimate in a way it hadn't been before. He flicked on the small lamp on his nightstand instead of the overhead light, bathing the room in a soft golden glow. The bed was unmade from this morning, sheets rumpled and inviting.
"Here," Jongho said quietly, grabbing a clean shirt from his dresser and gently wiping away the evidence of what you'd just done. His touch was careful, reverent almost, like you were something precious. When he was done, he tossed the shirt aside and cupped your face, thumbs brushing over your flushed cheeks.
"Hi," he whispered, smiling slightly.
"Hi," you breathed back, unable to stop your own smile.
He kissed you again, slow and sweet this time, without the desperate urgency from before. Just soft and lingering, like he had all the time in the world now. When he finally pulled back, he tugged you toward the bed. You both climbed in, and Jongho immediately pulled you against his chest, arms wrapping around you like he'd been doing this forever. The sheets were cool against your overheated skin, and you could hear his heartbeat still racing beneath your ear.
His fingers traced lazy patterns up and down your spine while you tangled your legs with his. The room was quiet except for your breathing gradually evening out, the distant hum of the city outside, and the rustle of sheets as you both settled into each other.
This felt like coming home. His forehead rested against yours while both of you caught your breath, hands still tangled together like neither of you had realized it yet. Your cheeks hurt faintly from smiling so much, and Jongho looked just as gone as you felt. It made something warm settle deep in your chest. For once, neither of you rushed to fill the silence.
You traced your thumb absently over his knuckles. “So… Wooyoung was right.”
Jongho groaned immediately. “Don’t ever say that again.”
You laughed softly, and the sound seemed to undo him a little. His expression gentled as he looked at you like he was still trying to process that this was real. That you were real.
“You know what the worst part is?” he murmured.
“What?” You barely whispered, voice soft.
“I think I would’ve kept waiting forever.”
Your smile faded slightly at the honesty in his voice. Jongho glanced down at your joined hands before continuing quietly, “I kept thinking if I crossed the line and you didn’t feel the same, I’d lose you completely.”
“You wouldn’t have.”
“I know that now.”
Something tightened painfully in your chest. Because the truth was, you understood exactly what he meant.
All those months of almosts, the lingering looks, all the jealousy hidden behind teasing, your hands brushing for half a second too long. Both of you waiting for the other person to break first. Somehow, despite all of it, you still ended up here.
You smiled softly. “Guess we’re both idiots then.”
Jongho huffed a laugh. “Yeah. Probably.”
Then his hand lifted to your face again, thumb brushing your cheek with impossible care.
“But at least we’re idiots together.”
The words should’ve sounded teasing. Instead they landed somewhere deep. Your throat tightened unexpectedly, and Jongho noticed immediately. He always noticed.
His expression softened further before he leaned down to press one slow kiss against your forehead. A quiet promise wrapped inside something simple.
When he pulled back, you looked at him for a second before asking softly, “So what now?”
Jongho smiled then. The kind that only belonged to you now. “Now?” he murmured, brushing his nose lightly against yours. “Now I stop pretending I don’t belong to you.”
Summary: You weren't the sweet innocent baby Jongho thought. And you were going to prove it to him all night long.
Word count: 1.83k
Genre: Smut. Slice of life. Pwp (little plot)
Warnings: Protected sex. Making out, A lot of swearing, Bite marks, Scratch marks, Dirty talk, Dom Jongho, Sub Fem Reader, Riding, Eating out, If I missed something let me know.
Note: Reuploaded From Dec 2020 - Aug 2023
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Hotness. The need for touch is so unbearable it could hurt. The thought of your boyfriend slips in and out of your mind. His touch, his breath against your hot skin. Oh, how you ache for him. His lips, his body, his deep beautiful eyes. The perfectness, gentleness, his love.
"Argh," You sigh out flicking your hands in a huff onto the soft mattress. You feel so lonely. You said to the boys you wanted to retire to bed because you were tired. Even though you all were on holiday at the beach house, the day was filled with excitement and so much sun, leaving you exhausted from the heat.
But ever since you headed up to the room all you could do was stare at the plan ceiling. The boys are most likely still awake, given San and Wooyoung were determined to get late-night takeout, even though it's almost twelve in the morning.
Tossing and turning you try your hardest to sleep. The soft pillows and comforter suddenly feel hard and no longer pleasing. Huffing again, the thought of your boyfriend hits you.
Out of all times, now?
You thought, annoyed at yourself. Finally getting out of bed, grabbing your shirt that you threw off earlier and pants following. You put them back on so you were no longer in your underwear.
Seeing all the boys outside, relaxing in the summer breeze. Drinks and food are all over the table, as they enjoy themselves finally getting a break from promotions. You open the glass sliding door stepping outside quickly. The boys all eyed you suddenly at your appearance, having their few words slipping out with chuckles.
"Oh look who's still awake."
"Did you sleep already?"
"Couldn't stay away from us could you."
You chuckle at their remarks, never ceasing to amaze how cheeky they could be. You move swiftly to the back of Jongho's chair, snaking your arms around his neck laying your palms on his chest. Noting Wooyoungs goofy 'eww' comment, you whisper into Jonhgo's ear.
You want to be sexy, blunt even. Not something you're used to, cause let's face it you would be considered the shyest person ever. You can't even order food without mildly panicking. But this time you wanted to be confident.
"Baby, If you don't come and fuck me right now, I might go crazy." You almost moan out into his ear, feeling heat rush through your body. The drink Jongho was drinking quickly came back up at the sound of your sweet voice in his ear, choking out. He leans forward, letting you slip away from him before walking back inside with a simple 'night boys' pursuing.
"You okay there Jongho?" Yunho pats the poor maknae's back while he cough's up a 'yes'. He has never seen you act like this. You were not one to usually ask for sex or anything for that matter. But now, all he could think of was what you said was really hot.
"What was that about?" Mingi asks.
"Yeah, what did she say that made you choke?" Wooyoung laughed.
Jongho finally managed to stop coughing, taking a sigh of relief. He looks up to see all his members waiting for an answer.
"Uh, I..uh. I'm just gonna go." Jongho suddenly jumps up, giving a fake stretch.
"You know long day, kinda tired..." His voice trailed off. All the boys give eyeing stares at each other, realising the situation that is now occurring.
"Well stay safe." Hongjoong laughs.
"Treat her well." San follows.
"Don't break anything!" Mingi yells.
"Hey, Use protection." Seonghwa bites.
Jongho sighs, feeling his face red and hot from embarrassment. Heading off towards his bedroom where you await for him.
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'okay okay okay okay. Chill everything is fine. You just happened to ask your boyfriend to fuck you in front of all his friends. Oh god, what if they heard me!!!'
You flop onto the bed, mildly screaming at yourself into the pillow. Rolling over to look up at the ceiling.
"Stupid! Stupid! Stupid."
"Honey?" You hear a faint voice followed by the door opening with a creek. You sit up to see Jongho inching inside the room, quickly closing the door, locking it in the process.
"What was that all about." He asks crawling onto the bed towards you. You sit up, leaning against the headboard."
"I- Uh. I couldn't sleep. All I could think about was you and your–" You stop mid-sentence stuttering like crazy, beginning to feel flustered.
"Mhm, it's okay honeybun. Tell me what you want." He smirks pulling you by the thighs towards him, so he can perfectly wrap your legs around him while hovering over you.
"I want you..." You whisper.
"I'm sorry what was that?" He chuckles leaning down to kiss you on the cheek. You laugh, hitting his chest lightly, knowing very well he is teasing.
"I want you to fuck me Jongho...Please." You beg for him. He smiles in contentment, ripping your shirt off along with his in a split second. He wastes no time pressing his body against you, connecting your lips, and grinding on you. He fumbles around taking his sweats off, before yanking your shorts off with giggles echoing throughout the room.
"I never thought you'd be such a naughty type baby. It's fucking sexy," he growled between sloppy kisses. Unclasping your bra, while nibbling your lob.
"Whispering in my ear..." He slips your panties down slowly.
"Begging for me to fuck you while my friends are around." He groans, biting the hot flesh on your neck. You let out a whimper, holding his shoulders tightly.
"Tell me what my precious baby wants," He smirks, locking his eyes with you. You take a gulp, your grip becoming tighter on his large shoulders.
"Jongie..." You slide your hands down his chest, feeling every curve and angle of his body. Pushing him lightly, indicating you wanted to sit up. He follows. You flip him slightly so you can sit on his lap. His hands place themselves on your thighs, his thumbs softly kneading your flesh.
"I want..." You bit your lip, leaning to his ear.
"I want to ride you so badly." You moan out, trying your best not to retreat into his shoulder. He grabs your chin pulling you to look at him again, his slightly stunned expression quickly changes to a big smirk, griping your hips tighter.
"Anything for you baby girl." He pulls his boxers off while leaning over to the nightstand, grabbing a condom. He places the packet into your mouth while biting his lip. You look at him in confusion as he leads you down onto your back.
"Hold it there, first we gotta get you ready." He kisses your nose, lifting your thighs over his shoulders. His lips come in contact with your ankles. You moan trying your best to keep the condom in your mouth, while he bites your inner thighs getting closer to your heat.
"Jong..." You mumble, his lips finally connecting to where you need him most. He flattens his tongue taking a long strip of wetness up your slit. He sucks on your clit while one finger enters your hole.
"Jong-ahh. Please." You drop the condom out of your mouth, letting out a gasp, gripping his hair, tugging tightly. He puts another finger inside you while sitting up to look at your scrunched nose and crossed brows. He pulls out of you, heading against the headboard. You let out a whimper at the sudden loss of contact, moving up to sit on your elbows.
"Well come on baby, I'm waiting," He smirks, patting his thighs. You gulp picking up the condom and breaking it out of the packaging. You feel yourself shaking, you've never ridden him before and now here you were, sliding a condom on your strong boyfriend about to ruin yourself on his cock.
"You okay?" Sensing your nervousness, he moves a piece of hair out of your face, gently smiling at you. You nod your head with an 'I'm okay' following.
"I want to do this. I want to show you..." You line yourself up with him, slowly letting his tip, then the rest of him enter.
"I'm not as innocent as you think." You grind down making you both groan out. You start bouncing, keeping strong movements with your hips.
"Fuck." He groans, whipping his head back, his left hand gripping your ass while the other comes up to the small of your back.
"Damn, you look so sexy riding me, honey." He thrusts his hips up to meet your bouncing, causing you to let out choked moans. You almost lost your balance, falling forward onto his chest, gripping his shoulders.
"Jong, Jong... Ah, Jong." You slip his name on repeat as he thrusts up into you, spreading your cheeks, slapping them. Causing you to scream out.
"Let's switch things up." He nips at your ear, throwing you onto your back, slamming back into you, biting your neck roughly.
"AH Fuck!" You scream, gripping his back hard scratching your nails down his back, sinking into his flesh, drawing small amounts of blood.
"Fucck." He swears, his hips stuttering getting close to his own high.
"Jongh-I'm gon-ahh." You choked out, head going dizzy, body filling with heat as your high finally snaps. Kissing him you moan into his mouth as you both climax together. He slows his thrust down, kissing you slowly and softly.
"You are so beautiful." He kisses your cheek, then your jaw, then your neck, to your collarbone. You finally both pull away to clean yourselves up. Pulling a clean pair of panties and one of Jongho's shirts you slip under the covers.
Jongho soon comes out of the bathroom in sweats, still slightly panting from the event that was just unfolded. He smiles climbing into the bed nuzzling his head into your neck.
"You should be wild more often that was amazing." He chuckles.
"Oh shit." He sat up quickly looking over the side tables.
"I left my phone outside, I don't want the boys seeing those beautiful lingerie photos I took of you." He wiggles his eyebrows.
"Wait you still have those?" You blush.
"Of course, that was an amazing night. I'll be back." He hops off the bed, walking out without thinking of putting a shirt on.
"Hey guys, have you seen my phone?" Jongho opens the glass door seeing all the other males still chatting away.
"Here." Yeosang picks up the phone from the counter handing it to him.
"So did you treat her well?" San teases. They all let out small laughs. Jongho rolls his eyes at them, turning around to leave.
"Wooah you must have treated her really well, damn!!" Wooyoung screams.
"Shut up." He shakes his head leaving as soon as he can. All that was heard was heard are laughter and chuckles and any form of teasing statement fading into the distance.
"Fuck does your back hurt?" Jongho touches his back confused then recalls back to moments ago.
Yeah, Jongho was never going to live that one down.
Warnings: 18! MDNI. Soft dom Jongho. Swearing, spit play, mentions of sex.
Note: Reuploaded From Dec 2020 - Aug 2023
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It was a sweet lazy afternoon. Jongho was done with promotions and you finally got some time off work. He was scrolling through YouTube on the TV, while you scroll through Twitter laying your head on his lap. His fingers through your hair, you both were happy in each other's company.
While scrolling you spot a tweet that made you giggle. This caught Jongho's attention, making him look down at you. You notice his gaze and look into them smiling.
"What you laughing at?" He questions.
"It's just a random tweet." You scrunched your nose, sitting up from him. He quickly follows suit, pulling your body to him, wrapping his hands around your waist.
"Let me see." You give in to him, letting him see the tweet. He froze reading it, looking back at you with a raised eyebrow.
"You into that?" He reads over the tweet again checking he wasn't imagining, the tweet indeed said ' Don't you wish your partner would just be rough with you and spit in your mouth like a brat'.
"Oh god aha no, I was laughing 'cause I don't get how girls are into it... it's strange." You chuckle, sitting back against the chair armrest, drinking in your form.
"I'm into it." You froze at his word. Gulping down you look at the confidence spilling from the man you call your boyfriend. He motions you to come sit on his lap. You obey taking your seat.
"You wanna try it?" He cooed while his hands roam your waist digging his fingers into the hem of your shorts slightly. Your curiosity takes over, not to mention the dominant nature Jongho is showing is making you melt faster than ice on a hot tar road.
"Y-yes.." You reply. He smirks, pushing you lightly to sit on the ground on your knees, settling between his leg. He grabs your chin lifting you up to almost meet his lips. He looks deep into your eyes with a devilish smirk.
"Open up Princess, tongue out." You open your mouth, tongue flattened on your chin, looking at Jongho with hooded doe eyes. He spits right into your mouth. Adrenaline hitting you afterwards.
"Now swallow like a good girl." He lets go of your chin, closing your mouth you sallow immediately. You were dazed wanting more from him. You claw his thighs, whimpering at him.
"Oh does my girl want more?" He pulls you up onto his lap again, purring into your neck.
"Don't worry honey, I'll give you whatever you want."
♡ — 𝐕𝐢𝐩 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ; @kissmatz send a ask to be added!
A/N — I’m so sorry this one sucks, I ran out of ideas 💔.
Husband!jongho who comes home from work to play with the kids so you can have a break too.
Husband!jongho who ‘lies’ to the kids while you’re hiding to eat alone for once, telling them you’re downstairs cleaning.
Husband!jongho who likes to help you with dinner, his favorite is cutting up vegetables for you since we all know he has trouble using the stove.
Husband!jongho who brings you home flowers every Friday, as well as a smaller bouquet for your daughter so she never feels left out.
Husband!jongho who loves to cup your face and press kisses all over any exposed skin to give reassurance on that you’re a good mom. He always makes sure you know you’re doing a good job.
Husband!jongho who asks his mom to watch the kids so you can have a date night together.
— “I fed the kids so you didn’t have to.” “You didn’t have to do that…” “I wanted to, you need a break from being a mommy too sometimes.”
Husband!jongho who gets handsy when he’s drank too much.
Husband!jongho who takes his time in pleasuring you, kissing his way up your legs and stops right as he meets where you need him the most.
Husband!jongho who likes to eat you out until you cry, pinning you down because this is for his pleasure.
Husband!jongho who gets too needy that he doesn’t care to use condoms, he needs to feel you around him completely.
Husband!jongho who likes to bury his face into your neck and sometimes whimpers when he cums.
Husband!jongho who likes to admire the aftermath of your session, because you don’t get to have sex that often anymore.
Hongjoong was never someone you would call subtle.
He never tried to hide how he felt and always spoke up loudly when need be.
So when he was sitting in the crowd at the award show they just finished performing at, breathes coming heavy as he shrugged off his jacket, he wasn't happy in the slightest when he looked down and saw what you were doing.
Well not what you were doing really, what he was doing.
You were with your own group, you giggling with one of the members next you. He felt a smile on his lips as he saw you laugh. Your group was scheduled to go up later and he was sure you were nervously anticipating it.
His smile dropped just as fast.
A hand tapped your shoulder from behind. You turned, looking back and up to the man. He smiled, leaning down and whispering something in your ear. You nodded and gave him a thumbs up.
His jaw ticked at your face, brows scrunching up in that way they did whenever you were concentrating as you listened to whatever the man said. His foot tapped rapidly under his seat as he let out a loud huff.
Seonghwa looked to his side, a smile growing as he followed his gaze a couple rows down.
"Doesn't look like something to get this upset over," he laughed, patting his leg and sitting back. Hongjoong let out another huff, never letting his eyes leave you. You were getting up, following the guy somewhere up the stairs. He lost sight of you and he turned forward, now aware of Mingi and Yunho looking back and smiling evilly at him from the row in front.
"Got something to say Cap?" Mingi arched a brow at him and Yunho laughed.
"Drop it," Hongjoong grumbled, sitting back and crossing his arms.
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"What did he want?" Hongjoong's voice was a whisper against your ear as you stepped out from your changing room. Your skirt sparkled in the low light of back stage, your hand mid adjustmest of your mic.
You turned to see him, smiling at him in that way that made his resolve melt.
"Joongie~" you gave him a peck on the cheek and swung his hand in between you two. He let out a sigh.
"Angel really," he laughed at himself now, seeing the look of complete adoration you were giving him. "What am I going to do with you when you're too friendly with other men and I can't stand them even walking past you," he sighed.
You laughed, his own kiss finding your cheek as your members called you over for first positions.
"I guess you'll have to try a little harder."
"At keeping your attention or averting theirs?"
You smiled at him for a moment, the glowing expression turning into something playful and teasing.
"Yes."
Park Seonghwa
Seonghwa had no idea how to even start explaining this situation.
One moment he was eating lunch with his girlfriend at her favorite cafe, watching you run to the bathroom with that adorable half run you did when you were in a rush but trying not to seem like it.
And the next he was tapping his finger on the table as he watched you over the the rim of his cup, you happily laughing at a table of what he assumed as old friends.
One of the girls was telling you some story, showing you something on her phone. You leaned down to see, a smile lighting up your face.
Of course he never minded you having friends, he normally loved seeing you interact with them. How you laughed and pulled people towards you with that same aura that pulled him towards you in the first place.
But was it so wrong of him to feel a little dejected when he finally was able to sneak you out from both of your schedules to go out for the day just for you to get stollen away again by your friends from college.
He sighed, putting his cup down and pulling out his phone.
The screen stayed black as he pretended to swipe while glancing at you. You were leaning on the back of a chair now, looking at someone elses phone and laughed.
His jaw ticked when one of the guys put a hand over yours on the chair. When he didn't move it he finally couldn't take it anymore.
He cleared his throat loudly, practically fake yelling. The sound traveled across the room, drawing your attention. You looked over, Seonghwa nodding at the chair across from him and the melting ice in your cup. He saw acknowledgement flash in your eyes as you turned back to your friends. You waved and came back to your table.
"Sorry," you laughed, sitting back down and taking a drink. "Got stuck in a story."
Seonghwa glanced over at your friends for a second, the guy from before still watching you. He took a breath and stood, you watching him closely wondering where he was going.
"Love?"
He stepped over to your side of the table, leaning down and tipping your chin up. Your eyes widened as he leaned down and kissed you.
When he backed away your shocked face drew a laugh out of him.
"As much as I love your social ability, I really wish it was easier to keep your attention all to myself," he whispered, smiling slyly as he sat back down. You coughed, smiling and looking at him with shock and amusement.
He winked at you, taking another drink from his latte.
"So... what was the story?"
Jeong Yunho
Yunho looked appalled.
Mingi was laughing hysterically behind him.
Hongjoong was trying his best to mediate but... failing as his own laughter took over him.
Wooyoung and Yeosang... well they just weren’t helping in the slightest.
The five of them were out shopping, not really looking for anything in particular besides some fresh air and a good walk. They were going through the gaming section, Yeosang winning in a demo game against Wooyoung and Mingi when Yunho heard an all to familiar sound.
He smiled immediately, perking up form the shelves and looking around. Hongjoong came up to him, looking around confused.
"What are you looking for?" he asked, holding the game the other three were playing. Yeosang gave a cheer as he won another round, followed by a matching pair of groans.
"I thought I heard..." there it was again.
Your unmistakable laugh.
His smile widened and he stepped into the outer aisle and looked into the neighboring ones.
He didn't know what you were doing today, having left early enough this morning that you were still dead asleep. He had tried to say goodbye but you were too groggy to even hear him.
He skipped into the next aisle, sliding to a stop when he saw you. He was about to call out to you when he saw who you were talking to. It was another manager, you two were probably there to get supplies for the big practice coming up next week.
But the way he was looking at you... he was not having it in the slightest. Hongjoong had just caught up with him, the other three in tow when you laughed at something he said again. Your back was turned, crouched down on the floor to look at some of the drinks.
He was leaning down, hands on his knees and a look on his face that said more than just coworkers.
Mingi started laughing the moment he saw Yunho's face distort into disgust. Wooyoung was arguing with Yeosang about the game still, making more noise in the background.
Hongjoong was desperately looking back and forth and trying to them all to quiet down. The noise drew your attention and you looked towards them.
You smiled, sweet like honey and stood. You hummed as you went up to them, trying to not seem too happy about seeing him. He knew you didn't like your coworkers knowing about you two since they got uptight about working with you but good lord.
This was too much.
He looked down at you and smiled, ruffling your hair a bit before looking back up at the man still by the drinks. He was upright now, giving a polite but stiff smile and bow.
"And who's this?" he asked, his voice taking that deep tone you always made fun of. You turned to your coworker, introducing him.
"Just a work friend, were prepping for the practices next week," you hummed, taking a step back and looking Hongjoong and the game in his hand. Immediately you went into the game, drawing Wooyoung and Yeosang from their argument. Mingi was still laughing behind Yunho as his hand found its way to your back. One glare and a head jab towards the exit was all it took.
When you looked back to see your coworker gone you looked to your boyfriend confused.
"What? We still needed too--"
"We'll go with you," Yunho interjected immediately, offering his hand to you and pulling you along.
You didn't need to know your perfect puppy of a boyfriend had a jealous streak to him.
Kang Yeosang
Yeosang shocked you every time something like this happened.
Even his confession to you was quiet and thoughtful. You had never known him to really have an outburst unless it was pent up over weeks. He was always just so... level headed.
Level headed could go straight in the trash for all he cared now.
It was raining heavily outside the main building. He had rushed out of practice to catch you before you left. He knew you left your umbrella at home and he knew you would just run home if no one stopped you.
He ran through the halls, Seonghwa calling after him as he went. He found you right outside the front door. He swung his umbrella around his arm once, smiling as he jogged up to the door.
He stopped before opening it.
Someone was holding an umbrella out to you, it was like a scene out of a movie. A car drove by, headlights shining through the rain and bouncing off the rain in your hair. He knew you didn't mean to be making that face of confusion, the one that made you look like a little puppy looking up at him.
He had no clue who the guy was or why he was even at the company building. He felt his chest twist when your hand moved up to grab the umbrella. He grabbed the door handle and swung it open without a second thought.
You always loved to tease him that his muscles were just for show with his lack of bite back with the members. He lets them tease and flick at him as much as they want and has always taking your jabs easily. He knew he could argue more but what was the point most of the time.
Now. Now was the point.
He pushed the mans hand away, along with his umbrella and opened his own. He swung it above both of your heads, ignoring how the shoulder of his jacket was getting soaked as he covered you.
You looked over at him, eyes wide with that same adorably confused look he loved. You smiled at him before glancing back at the other man. You think he was a delivery worker but you really had no idea. Yeosang wasn't looking at you, even as his free hand made its way around your waist. He was giving the other man a once over.
You were taken aback for a moment at the look in his eyes. It looked like pure judgement at first before morphing into amusement. You blinked at him for moment.
This had happened a couple of times before and it always took you aback. The look in his eyes as he judged whoever it was that you were talking to before an amused look took over his expression. You could tell what he was thinking immediately when that smile took over.
'I'm better'
You took a breath as his gaze finally left him as he took his umbrella back and nodded, walking away. He looked down to you, the rain glitter in your hair and eyes now filled with awareness. His confidence gave way to a sheepish grin.
"What?"
"You have a horrible jealousy streak in you," you sighed, reaching up and fixing his hair. You laughed as he pouted at you.
"You always tell me to fight back but when I do you make fun of me," he whined at you. You rolled your eyes, looking back through the door to see the rest of the boys shaking their heads and laughing.
You smiled, thinking of how he must of looked running out of practice to get to you before you got in the rain.
"Alright," you grabbed his hand from your waist and threaded your fingers with him. "I guess it is pretty cute seeing you smug for once."
Choi San
San was actually watching happily.
You were dancing with Yunho in the practice room, him trying to teach you a move they just added to a song. You were actually doing pretty decent, Wooyoung calling out directions from the floor in front of you two.
He was in the corner across the room with Yeosang ordering drinks for everyone. He smiled watching you making a mini version of the movements as Yunho showed you again. He was about to leave the drink ordering to Yeosang and go join you when the backup dancers came in. They were practicing with them for part of practice today and were coming in to set up over break.
But the a couple went and joined your little lesson, standing on either side of You and Yunho and copying the movements.
You laughed as one of them freestyled a bit, doing a wave with their arms towards you. You continued it down the line, all of you laughing as it came back.
The dancer that stood next to you smiled down at you in a way San knew all too well.
The same way he knew he looked at you all the time when you did anything cute. The way he looked at you all the time.
He took a breath, crossing his arms and leaning back on the wall. Yeosang's voice drifted off in his head as he focused in on your face in the mirror.
You were completely oblivious to the look you were receiving. Yunho had noticed it though, looking back at San and giving a pursed, amused smile at seeing his face.
Yunho put a hand on your back, pushing you a bit forward towards Wooyoung. You looked back at him confused as Woo let out a laugh, both gestured back to where San was standing. Both you and the dancer looked back to him.
The dancer caught one glance at the dark look on his face and gave you a quick bow before walking away, pale and stiff. You tilted your head and came over, looking up at him and grabbing his hand.
"Whats wrong?" you looked over to where Yeosang was still happily scrolling through drinks, looking over to his phone screen. "Did they not have the strawberry one you like?"
San felt his frustration melting away as you tapped Yeosang to show you his screen. He turned it towards you, pointing out a couple as he scrolled for what he wanted. You nodded along, stopping when you saw San's normal drink and looking back to him.
"Hun, its right here why are you upset?" Your brows rose when you saw his face again. "oh you’re not upset anymore, was it really the drink?"
He smiled, you could always read him so well even when he wasn't in a talkative mood. He ruffled your hair, you complaining in response. This seemed to always happen when he felt even a twinge of jealousy, you would come back to him and completely take the feeling away.
You looked back to him and sighed.
"Well I'm going back to my 'lesson'," you huffed, rushing back to Yunho and Wooyoung. Wooyoung looked back to San and laughed loudly, Yunho following suit.
You looked at them confused, not seeing San putting a hand over his face as it flushed. It was embarrassing how well they read him too.
Song Mingi
Mingi had zero clue that it was jealousy he was feeling.
He had that look on his face when he was confused, concerned, and shocked all at the same time. He watched your performance from last night. You were in the dorm kitchen with Seonghwa and San, the three of you debating over the best type of hot chocolate. He knew rationally you were right there in his kitchen, arguing over his hot chocolate, wearing his pajamas. Yet....
His chest was twisting painfully at your image on the screen, dancing with your other members with the male backup dancers.
You put a hand around your partners neck, arcing back and moving your hips, looked at the camera and smiling as you sung your line. You looked ridiculously attractive as the scarf around your waist fluttered behind you as you let go of the mans neck and walked to the middle of the stage and meeting up with the other members.
He didn't feel it as his leg started to shake under him as he watched the backup dancers circle around behind you all.
He was only drawn out of his focus when Seonghwa dropped down next to him on the couch, you and San still arguing in the kitchen. You were saying something about whipped vs heavy cream when Seonghwa sighed.
"They're gunna be at it for another hour if you don't stop her," he laughed, patting the back of Mingi's head. Mingi looked at him for a moment, glancing at the kitchen before going back to the screen.
The dancers were kneeling in front of you now as you mime moved their heads around. His brows furrowed again. Seonghwa looked between the screen and him for a moment before laughing under his breath.
"You look like a wounded puppy you know," he stood and dragged him up from the couch, pushing him towards the kitchen. "Go break them up and stop making yourself upset."
Mingi stumbled into the kitchen, a pout deep on his face as he watched you laugh at whatever San was fighting you on and cut open a hot chocolate packet. You were pouring it into a cup when you looked over San's shoulder to see your boyfriend staring at you confused.
You laughed, smiling at him and handing San a spoon.
"Mix this for me, even if your opinion on flavors is severely mess up," you patted his shoulder as he made a face at you, still grabbing the spoon and mug to mix the drink.
He watched you walk up to him, again thinking rationally you were smiling at him, in his apartment, hand coming to rest on his arm. But...
"You dance well with other men," he grumbled under his breath. You tilted your head at him, confused as you glanced to the living room. Realization dawned on your face at the performance from last night played on the screen.
You felt a laugh slip from you as you grabbed his hand, pulling him further into the kitchen and grabbing another mug and hot chocolate packet.
"I didn't know you could get jealous," you said as you poured some milk into the mug. "I guess this is a good taste of your own medicine. Look at how you act on stage and guess how I feel," you smiled at him over your shoulder. He looked at you appalled.
San laughed, handing you your mug and the spoon. You poured the packet and stirred as he went up to his friend.
"She's got you on that one," he patted his back as he passed to go sit with their senior. Mingi let out a huff and stepped behind you, arms wrapping around your waist and rest his head on top of yours.
"I don't like the new choreo," he whined quietly as you laughed.
"Oh you big baby," you flipped around with his mug. "What am I gunna do with you," you whispered, going on your toes and kissing his nose.
He fought a smile as he leaned down to kiss you.
Maybe he should act jealous more often if it got you to tease him like this every time.
Jung Wooyoung
Wooyoung's too confident in himself to get jealous… sorta.
Really it was almost annoying when you were being blatantly hit on and you would look over at him and he is just smiling, sending you a teasing wave and wink.
That being said you were not expecting anything different from this night out.
All the members were at a local pub, live music and people talking loudly around them. They were crammed at a table, talking over the music and taking shot after shot. Wooyoung was laughing at something San said when Mingi bumped his shoulder.
"I think you're being called," he nodded his head over to the bar where you were, a overly cheery bartender leaning to far over the bar top and talking to you about something. Obviously he wasn't paying much attention since you were sending furious looks to the table where your boyfriend sat.
Wooyoung laughed under his breath. He smiled at you and winked, just as he aways did. You sent a dark glare over your shoulder before turning back to him, hair flipping over your shoulder.
Wooyoungs smile faltered when you turned, Yunho letting out a laugh.
"You know it bothers you when people hit on her, why do you act like it doesn't," he clapped a hand on Mingi's shoulder as he leaned over the table and grabbed another bottle. Wooyoung rolled his eyes and set his easy smile back into place.
You were still talking to the bartender, the man now push a shot to you in your favorite shade of purple. His jaw ticked.
You were talking to him a lot huh?
His finger tapped on his bottle rapidly for a moment before he let out an aggressive sigh. He downed a shot and stood, chair scraping and drawing the tables attention.
"Oh my gosh he's actually gunna do something," San gasped, coming out of his drowse to pay attention to this.
"This should go down on the calendars," Seonghwa laughed. Wooyoung felt his head buzz as he stepped up behind you, catching the tail end the question he asked you.
"--plans for after this? I get off soon," he smiled at you. Wooyoung took a breath and ran a hand down your spine. You straightened, eyes wide as you looked to him.
After that little wink earlier you had no faith he would come get you out of this conversation. But now his hand rested warm on your back, glasses pushing back his hair and an easy smile on his lips as he looked at the bartender.
"Another round," he nodded to the table where everyone waved. The bartender gave a strained smile and looked back at you, apparently missing how you were looking at Wooyoung.
"Be right back Hun," the tender winked at you and walked away.
"You suck," you griped, grabbing at his shirt. Wooyoung wanted to laugh and tease you, wanted to kiss the top of your head and sit you back at the table and ignore all this. But his hand stayed firm on your back as he watched the bartender grab a couple more bottles.
He never made it seem like this stuff affected him but really... how could it not. He thought getting you to date him would be the hardest part, he never considered keeping everyone off you while dating him would be worse.
You drew people to you at a rate he could never keep up. Every guy that came up to you made his jaw tick and chest twist. But he really did love the glares you would send him when he would smile at you, and loved your nagging when you finally got back to him.
He could only hold out so long though.
You tilted your head and tapped at his side, finally winning his attention. He looked to you, his thoughts being wiped clean at your stare. The lights caught in your eyes in a way that they almost twinkled, cheeks flushed a bit from the shots you took when you first got there.
"You're right," he laughed, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear and pulling you away from the bar. "Lets go before he comes back."
Choi Jongho
Jongho has this air about him.
You honestly don't even know if he knows what jealousy feels like.
Jongho unfortunately knew exactly what it felt like, feeling it all to often. Like right now.
You were just getting a drink from the vending machine, hard focused on the options as you poked the corner of his card to your cheek and pushed air from one cheek to the other.
He was happily watching you, adoring the look you got when you were trying to make a decision and couldn't choose. He was about to call you back over when someone else came up from behind you. He leaned down to talk to you, pointing at one of the options and sending you a glance.
Jongho's smile fell, his jaw ticking as the mans hand moved up to go to your back before stopping and going back to his side. You didn't pay him any mind, barely even nodding at him as you stayed focused on what to choose.
Finally you chose, he could see your eyes brighten as you tapped his card and pressed two buttons. Two cans of coffee dropped and you grabbed them, the man looking at the second can expectantly.
He grasped his hands together tightly, leaning forward and tapping his foot on the ground. He took a deep breathe, watching your face morph into confusion at whatever he was saying.
He felt a hand on his shoulder, Yeosang's voice came from behind him flooded with amusement.
"Practice starts back up soon. I would uh..." he looked between Jongho and the scene playing out across the room. "Wrap up whatever that is quickly."
Jongho stood up so fast Yeosang jumped back a bit.
"Good luck," he laughed quietly as he watched his friend stride over to where you were.
Jongho's arms casually draped itself over your shoulders, a hand grabbing the second can from you.
"Practice is starting soon," he said quietly, eyes moving from your cheek to the man now looking at you both.
He looked shocked, giving an awkward bow and a loud swallow before jerkily walking away. You could feel his smile against your cheek as his gave you a peck. You rolled your eyes.
"I can't imagine that was warranted," you turned a bit to look at him. He had that sly smile on his face that made you suspicious of everything he said after. It always was something to get you in trouble, and you always fell for it with that look.
"It was fully warranted," he moved to open the can and take a drink, slipping his card out of your hand and tapping it against your forehead with a little laugh. "You're just blind to your charms."
You gave him a smile, letting him pull you to the practice room as they started up again.
Really his jealousy showed it self in such an odd way, but you couldn't lie as you sat down, watching him go back to the members and talking about the dance move they were learning.
It wasn't the worst thing to see him act like that.
Half of him was aware of how much respect he had for Seonghwa. He might make fun of him plenty on and off camera but really, he respected him as his senior. He was someone that set an example for him in every way.
And the other half was stuck on you.
When he met you, he thought the air had gotten sucked out of the room. He was waiting in the green room for his makeup to be done, the other members all around the room at different stages of getting ready.
He was tapping away at his phone when he heard a phone ring, Seonghwa's voice following the sound.
"Hey! Oh you are? Yeah ok, awesome see you in a second," he put the phone back in his pocket and looked to find Hongjoong. "Guess what!"
The captain looked up from where he was adjusting his arm band.
"Guess who's the extra makeup artist for today?" he smiled. Hongjoong perked up.
"Oh my gosh she is?! Really?" Jongho looked up, seeing them talk in the mirror. He had zero idea who they were talking about but his curiosity was growing about who they were. It wasn't often that they got a different makeup artist, let alone someone they were this excited about.
And when the door opened next he got his answer.
Seonghwa's face brightened as he rushed to the door, hugging whoever walked in.
The first thing Jongho heard was your laughter.
It made him stiffen in his seat, confusing rippling over his face as he felt his heart beating harder.
Then he saw you wriggle out of Seonghwa's hold, moving to say hi to everyone. You gave a greeting bow before grabbing your case and moving it to the mirror next to him.
He felt his breath catch, his lungs tightening like he couldn't catch his breath.
You were one of the most beautiful people he's ever seen.
It made sense, being related to who you were but...
Jesus... he couldn't pry his eyes of you even if he wanted to.
He was staring still when you looked up and met his eyes in the mirror. You smiled, offering a small nod.
Having you so close to his face that entire time made his head dizzy, your perfume flooding his senses like some sort of laughing gas. He could barely focus on his own thoughts, let alone try and make conversation with you.
Now he was better at managing it.
You had been taken on as an official makeup artist since then, that plus being Seonghwa's family meant you were around him constantly. It was something close to torture to him.
Every time you walked past him, he felt lightheaded. Every look you sent him like fire on his skin. He wasn't dumb, he knew exactly what the feeling was and what it meant.
What was new was how strong it was. He had had crushes in the past, mainly in high school before their schedules blew up, but seriously he had never felt this strongly towards someone.
Now he was used to the feeling you gave him, the burn your eyes brought dulling to a low sting. He looked forward to the feeling honestly, since it meant you were looking at him.
Well...
He normally looked forward to it.
Right now though he could do with you looking a little less at him.
The sting from your stare was spreading over his skin, every inch of him feeling like it was getting hotter with each passing second.
He could barely think back to how he got into this position.
All of them were crammed in his dorm, music playing a bit too loud from a speaker in the kitchen. You all were spread out, some in the kitchen, some in the living room and hallway. You, Yunho, and Mingi were in the living room, the two teaching you some dance they made up.
Jongho and Seonghwa were watching from the hallway, both barely holding back their laughter at the scene.
You were clumsy enough to begin with, both of them knowing all to well how bad you were at dancing normally. But right now it was mixed with alcohol.
You're two left feet seemed to get even more twisted underneath you when you drank, and right now it was showing worse than it ever had. You were putting nearly all your weight on Mingi as you tried and failed not to catch your own heels.
Seonghwa looked at ease as he leaned against the door frame but Jongho... he was tense at the sight, no matter how amused he was. Seonghwa might not mind Mingi helping you stay up but Jongho was hyper focused on how your shirt dipped a little too low and how you were leaning over...
He didn't get your brother's trust as Seonghwa turned away and headed into the kitchen at Hongjoong's call.
He shook his head. Seriously he was being too much, Mingi wasn't even looking at you. He was laughing at Yunho who had knocked into the coffee table.
Mingi moved out from your grasp, going to try and help Yunho up. You stood up for maybe half a second before trying the move again.
Jongho knew immediately what was about to happen. You yelped, the noise swallowed by the music. You fell, closing your eyes and waiting for the hard landing on the floor.
Instead, you felt yourself land into two arms, soft hands landing on your arm and thigh. You opened your eyes, widening them at the man kneeling under you as he held you.
Jongho didn't know when he launched off the wall to catch you, all he knew was that the look you were giving him was starting to last too long. He could feel his pulse rising as you blinked at him, face flushing from what he asume was the alcohol.
But you knew it wasn't.
You were good at hiding it when sober, but now you couldn't hide shit.
You knew about Jongho long before you walked into that green room for the first time.
You had seen him in performance videos, the dance videos, the background of you and your brothers facetimes. You knew the second you saw him that you were done for.
And then you actually got to talk to him. You were scared you were being obvious, walking over to him first rather than anyone else. No one caught on though, no one questioned you when you talked to him more, no one noticed when you would sit next to him at every function since.
You always looked for him in a room, and at some point you realized that he always knew when you were looking at him. That was what tipped you off that he might feel the same.
But you knew better. He was your brother's junior, even if you knew he liked you back he wouldn't ever admit it out of respect for Seonghwa.
Knowing that you never made a move.
But from here you could see up close how he was getting nervous at your stare and you couldn't seem to get yourself to calm down. You bit down on your lip, trying to bring yourself to your senses.
Jongho's eyes got drawn to the movement, his gaze flickering to your lips. He took a deep breath, forgetting about Mingi and Yunho right behind him as he looked at you.
In all the time he knew you he didn't think he would see you show any reaction towards him. Seeing your face go red and the look of nervousness in your eyes, he couldn't hold his tongue.
"If you make that face at me I won't be able to stop myself anymore," his voice was quiet, but it brought you out of your drunk daze better than any remedy. You let go of your lip, opening your mouth to say something.
A small hiccup came out instead of words.
Your face seemed to get redder as your hand covered your mouth. Jongho smiled, feeling you jump slightly in his arms with every hiccup.
You blinked, looking back up at him as you tried to get them to stop.
"You can't say that sort of thing when I'm drunk," you muttered, feeling his legs shift under you but his arms not letting go.
"So I could say it if you were sober?" he laughed, the sound spreading through you like a wildfire. That warmth of his touch turned burning hot as you looked away flustered.
"I want to remember it when you say it. I can't if you say it now," you sighed. "You can let go of me now," you whispered, "I'm can't say I would be able to stop myself either you know."
Jongho came to a sudden realization that the look in your eyes wasn't just nerves. You were looking at him like he was the only man in the room, the only man in the world. Like he was the only one that could solve whatever problem was rattling around in your head.
Like all you wanted was his hands to stay on you, contrasting what your words were telling him.
Neither of you moved, his stare flickering between yours and your lips. You could feel the air getting thick between you two.
It was Mingi that broke the trance.
“Seonghwa! Come get your sister she fell!” He looked over to you two on the floor, apparently taking your lack of getting up as some sort of injury. “Did you hurt your ankle?”
You blinked, ripping your eyes away from the man you were leaning on.
“What no I-“ Seonghwa came in, taking in the scene. There was no trace of suspicion on his face as he kneeled next to you.
“I told you to be careful,” he shook his head and looked you over. “Did you hurt yourself? Jongho did you get hurt?” He looked at you both waiting for an answer.
You opened your mouth to deny it again, the words dying in your throat at the feeling on Jonghos hands sliding down your back to the seam on your shirt.
His hand brushed bare skin and you stiffened.
“I think she just twisted her ankle, I’ll take her home,” he lifted you, shuffling out from under you and helping you stand.
You stared at him.
You were fine, what was he even saying.
Your brother nodded next to him, patting his shoulder.
“Thanks, Y/n put some ice on it right when you get home,” he ruffled your hair and smiled. You started calling him as he walked away but it again was stopped by the man in front of you.
His leaned down, arm finding the back of your knees as he scooped you up into the air.
You yelped, eyes widening at him as he smiled.
You stared at him, speechless as he walked to the door. You could hear Wooyoung and Mingi whining as they saw you two, something about how Jongho never does anything like that for them. He rolled his eyes at them before readjusting you.
"Arm," he whispered, nudging you to put your arm around his neck. You obliged, his hand behind your back dropping at he leaned down and grabbed your shoes and keys at the front door.
"What are you doing? You know I'm fine," you hissed at him, looking over his shoulder at how unbothered the others were before the door shut and your view was cut off.
He didn't try and put you down once you were out of sight, his grip instead tightening as he heading to the elevator.
"I have no idea what you mean," his smile turned playful. "I swear I can remember you saying your ankle hurt and you wanted me to take you home right away."
"I never said that!" you countered, wiggling in his arms. He laughed, a deep sound that you could feel right to your core.
"How else am I supposed to get you alone?" his voice still help amusement, but his eyes turned soft as he looked to you. "After all, I need to sober you up if you want me to repeat myself from earlier."
You wouldn't be shocked if he could feel your heartbeat through your chest as you pressed against him.
You felt yourself hit a seat before registering you were at his car.
"Your serious?" you voice was too quiet as he buckled you in. Quiet enough you didn't think he heard you until he backed up. He stayed just inches away from your face, eyes going to your lips again before a small smile spread on his lips.
His lips were soft against yours as he pressed forward.
Your sound of surprise died quickly as you felt him sigh against you.
It was like every feeling he had for you was being poured out through the kiss, like this was all he had ever wanted for himself.
You felt his hand grazed up your jaw into your hair, your own hand fisting his shirt as you let out a whine.
He pulled away at the sound, eyes closed and taking a deep breath.
"Jongho..." his name came breathy from your lips. He finally looked at you, pupils blow from just one kiss.
"Let's go," his whispered, pressing a quick peck on your cheek before closing your door and sliding into the driver's seat. "If we don't hurry I think I'll have to pull over," he leaned over and whispered. You stiffened, his hand intertwining with yours as he pulled out of the parking lot.
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Your phone buzzed on your nightstand, Seonghwa's name popping up next to a message notification. You barely glanced at it before dropping back into your pillows.
You sighed, not having the slightest bit of energy to even sit up.
Still, you opened your eyes at the sound of your bedroom door opening.
"Come on, I made breakfast," Jongho's voice was hoarse as he sat down next to you, hand running up your leg from where it poked out under the blanket. You slowly looked at him, his hair still a mess from the night before as his tank top sat wonky on his frame.
He slid his hand higher, running over you until it met your hair. He pushed it back, leaning sideways to meet your stare straight on.
"I think my ankle does hurt after all," you muttered into the pillow.
He laughed, dropping down to his knees and propping his chin in his hand against the bed.
"Oh really? I would've guessed it was your back, or your-"
"Breakfast you say?" you popped up, ears slowly turning red. "What's on the menu?"
Jongho couldn't hold his laugh as he watched you hop up and make your way to the kitchen. His attention was drawn away from your phone buzzing again.
Seonghwa's face was now big on the screen, the ringing vibrating against the wood of your nightstand.
His jaw tensed, but he still got up and followed you.
That wasn't something he wanted to think about right now; not when you were about to fall all over again, legs shaking from something much different than alcohol.
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This one almost got away from me. Lowkey made me change my rules. Sorry for taking so long, moving might genuinely be the death of me.
【Summary】: You've been dancing around one another for months... But the real question is... which one of you is gonna break first.
『Word count』: 755
-> Genre: Suggestive. Brothers Best Friend Au
[Warnings]: Smoking, Pet names. Dirty talk. Lots of teasing. Neck kisses. Fingering. Clit play. Mention of fucking in the woods. Swearing Begging. Jongho is aged up in this, but it's not really mentioned, it's just how I imagined it. You know early 30s beefy Jongho, type vibe.
You waved off Seonghwa saying you'd be back shortly to watch the fireworks with the others for the New Year celebration. You just needed to grab a sweater first, having the night take a cold turn from the hot breezy day. Walking up the hill towards the cabin you saw from afar the boys all yelling and carrying on like idiots. You were going to be quick, Well that was what you thought until you spotted Jongho leaning against the door frame of the glass door with a smoke between his fingers.
"Forget something?" He cock his brow, flicking the finished cigarette away before blowing the smoke out of his lungs. His arms crossed as he watched you closely with a smile. He must have come up here to have a quick smoke break without anyone around since he knew how much people didn't like the smell. You on the other hand knew it was a bad habit, but you couldn't help but let your thought wonder at how hot he looks when he does it. You've been dancing around one another since the trip started two days ago. You haven't told anyone about your relationship with Jongho yet, fearing your brother would most likely try and kill Jongho if they found out. So a secret it is. But neither of you minded, much, finding some fun and thrill in the idea of sneaking around.
"Just a sweater. Why are you up here, Jongho?" Hearing you say his name has his cock standing at the attention. You had always called him by nicknames, it was just something you did for everyone you were friends with. But fuck, he loves hearing his name fall from your pretty lips.
"Nothing else?" His voice was low, in a gravelled growl. You had been teasing him all day and now that you two are finally alone, he was going to take every opportunity to get some action out of you. You shook your head sweetly in response, playing the innocent card wasn't a good idea. But you did it anyways.
"Oh yeah? And what's your plan now that you've teased me all day? Because the way I see it. I have every right to do whatever want to this sweet body of yours. I could spin you around bend you over and fuck your cute little cunt till you're crying. Right outside in front of our friends and your brother. Is that what you want baby?"
You open your mouth to answer but he's already got you spun around and bent slightly over the railing of the deck, pushing your shirt up slightly to get a view of your back arched, just for him. You inhale sharply, hands grabbing at the wood as your attention is suddenly drawn to the fireworks starting to go off from the dark lake. His fingers trail between your thighs beneath your shorts, letting out a soft curse when he finds your core all wet and soaking through your panties and clothes for him.
"You're really playing with fire here, Honey. You know that?" He whispers as his lips trail over your neck, his fingers slowly slide past your shorts and underwear to get to your folds. You bite your lip to keep yourself quiet, eyes focused on where your brother and friends are. All the way down at the docks. Surely too far away to make out exactly what's going on in the dimly lit cabin balcony. Jongho's fingers find your clit and your gasp, hips automatically pushing back into his hand and he chuckles softly at your desperate action.
"You're so easy. I can play you like a fucking fiddle. Do you have any idea how easy it is for me to make you cum. For me to have you begging and crying for me to have my way." His fingers sink inside you, quickly moving to a steady pace. You hum softly rocking your hips in time with his fingers feeling your gut grow hot.
"Maybe you should remind me." You whisper wanting nothing more than to cum after how wound up you've been all day. He laughs as his fingers do not slow, nuzzling his nose into your hair.
ot8 (individually) x fem!reader || headcanons || est. relationships
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Kim Hongjoong
Angel, Babe, Lovey
"Babe could you pass me my headphones?" Hongjoong's voice drifted into your bedroom. You looked up from your book to the doorway, seeing him poke his head in with that dorky smile.
You nodded, reaching to the other side of the mattress to where he threw his headphones that morning. You stretched as you handed them to him, making a show at how far away he was.
He laughed, coming in further to the room and grabbing them.
"Thank you Angel," before he could pull away you grabbed his wrist, yanking his arm. He yelped, letting himself be pulled until he landed over you. Your laughter filled the air around you both as he huffed and pushed himself up.
"Oh Joongie if you wanted to cuddle you could've just said so," you teased, cupping his cheeks as he looked down at you. He sighed, lowering himself just enough to brush his nose with yours.
"Lovey, you don't know what you've started," he said in a low voice, your eyes widening as his hands grabbed your sides. Your laughter rang out louder this time as he tickled your sides.
You begged him to stop but he just shook his head.
"You started this, grabby hands."
Park Seonghwa
Honey, Sweetheart, Love
"I don't know," you sighed, looking around at yourself in the mirror. You smoothed down the fabric, making a face at the cut.
"What don't you know Love?" he asked, smiling at you as you twirled around again.
"Doesn't the seam look weird? Or is it the color?" you groaned, clicking your tongue and going for the zipper.
You flailed for a second, fighting to even find it behind you.
"You pull everything off Honey," he laughed, getting up from his spot to graze a hand over your back. You felt his hand stop on the small of your back and the other pinch the zipper.
You rolled your eyes at his smile.
"You're bias is showing. I need Park Seonghwa the model, not mushy boyfriend," you whined, hands dropping to let him unzip you.
"Bias or not, I'm being honest," he kissed your cheek, pulling down on the metal. "Try the blue one next," he smiled against you.
"I already put on the blue one," you smiled at him through the mirror. His smile turned cheeky.
"I know," he moved back to grab the dress off the hook. "But you should put it on again."
"You really don't even try to be sly anymore, do you?" you laughed. He winked at you.
"No, no I don't Sweetheart."
Jeong Yunho
Baby, Honey, Sweetpea
"Hi Honey," Yunho whispered, hand sliding over your back as he leaned down to kiss you. You smiled, looking up from the menu to receive it. "Sorry I'm late, practice ran a bit long."
You waved him off.
"It's ok, I haven't been waiting long," you watched as he shrugged off his coat, glancing over the open menu in front of him.
You couldn't tear your attention off him, seemingly mesmerized as he rolled up the sleeves of his sweater and picked up the book. He hummed as he read, only glancing up after he seemed to find something.
"What do you want to --" he stopped when he caught you staring, smiling at how you tried to play it off. "What's on your mind Baby?"
You smiled, Yunho seeing the way your cheeks flushed that shade of pink that he loved.
"You act so casual like you don't look like some k-drama lead," you shook your head.
He laughed.
"Well technically I am Sweetpea," he laughed harder at the glare you shot at him.
"Smartass," you made a face at him, smiling and going back to your menu.
"So you think I'm handsome?" he smiled teasingly, menu forgotten in his hand. He leaned over the table, candlelight defining his face even more.
"I think you're annoying," you rolled your eyes. "I take it back, you're more like the comedic relief than a lead," he put a hand to his chest, acting offended.
"You know I'm still a fan favorite."
Kang Yeosang
Angel, Honey, Darling
"Darling," Yeosang's voice was low and husk as his whispered in your ear. You let out a quiet hum, turning over on your side without opening your eyes.
He pushed you onto your back again, wrapping himself around you and tucking his face into your neck.
"Honey, we need to get up," he slowly kissed up your neck, pecking behind your ear before moving to your cheek.
You groaned, sliding the covers higher up on yourself.
"No~," you whined, arms wrapping around him as he slid on top of you. "You're warm," you sighed as his kisses slowed to a stop at the corner of your mouth.
"We have things to do today," you felt him smile as he lifted up just a bit.
"It's your vacation, we don't have anything to do," you groaned, eyes barely opening to look at him. His hair was a mess, a lazy smile on his face as he stared at you.
Sunlight streamed in through the window, bouncing off his skin with a halo like glow.
You could stay looking at him like this forever and it wouldn't be long enough. You raised a hand, running it through his hair a bit.
He leaned into the contact as you slid down to his cheek.
"Exactly, vacation means I finally have time to take you on that brunch date," he laughed, moving back down to your lips. You smiled against him, pulling him even closer as he gave you quick pecks.
"Come on Angel, let me take you out today."
Choi San
Baby, Honey, Sweet girl
"Come on Honey," San stepped into the bathroom, adjusting his sleeves. "We're gunna be late if we don't leave soo-"He dragged the word out, slowly turning it to a whistle. You looked at him through the mirror, seeing him slowly smile as his eyes ran over you.
"Pulled out all the stops tonight hm?" he dragged his eyes back to yours and you recognized the look in them.
"Don't even think about it, I've been in this bathroom for too long for you to mess it up," you warned, glaring at him through the mirror as you adjusted your dress.
His face fell into a pout.
"I didn't even say anything yet," he whined. You rolled your eyes with a laugh.
"Don't even try playing innocent I know that look," your eyes went back to your reflection, running a hand through your hair before smiling satisfied. "Now, were gunna be late remember?"
"Do you truly think so little of me Baby?" he put on that innocent face again, like he wasn't just looking at you like you were a slice of his favorite cake.
"Is that an honest question?" you shuffled past him, moving to the closet to find your shoes.
"Meanie," he huffed, motioning for you to sit on the bed as he grabbed your favorite heels. You smiled at him as he slid them on, fastening the strap around your ankles like it was muscle memory.
"You do that faster than I can," you commented, rolling your ankle around to try and slow him down. It didn't work, his hands sliding down to still the movement.
"Because Sweetgirl," he stood and took your hands, pulling you up and into his chest. You splayed a hand to it, the other staying in his as he leaned down a ghosted a kiss over your glossed lips. "I haven't let you put them on yourself in months."
"And why is that exactly," you asked, eyes fluttering as he put his forehead to yours.
"Hopefully you'll forget how eventually, so even when I mess up that pretty make up you can't leave me," he joked, laughing as you slapped his chest. You smiled and moved away, grabbing your purse and heading to the door.
"You're insufferable," you complained with no real annoyance behind it, your voice full of amusement. His eyes trailed down you again as you walked away.
"You know, we don't have to go to this award show," he debated.
"Come on Mr. Choi, don't even start."
Song Mingi
Babe, Cutey, Doll
"Why hello there Doll," he pulled you into him by the waist, kissing your cheek with a crooked smile. "And what is someone looking so good doing here hmm?"
Your brows raised at him, looking at him surprised.
"Well, she might be looking for her boyfriend, but it looks like all she found was some guy that looks like him but with worse lines," you gave him a cheeky smile.
He pouted.
"Oh, come on Babe, my lines are great," he huffed.
"No, she's right. They suck," Wooyoung threw over his shoulder as he walked out of the practice room.
"Yeah, that one was pretty bad," Hongjoong laughed, following him out.
"Honestly horrible," Yunho laughed, stopping to pat your shoulder. "Don't know how you put up with him," he whispered with a smile.
Mingi flicked his head, shooing him out the door with the rest of them.
"Was it really that bad?" Mingi looked back down to you. You put your hands to his chest, patting him with a smile.
"Just a little, it was nice though," you laughed, reaching up to ruffle his hair a bit.
"I knew it," he kissed your cheek again, this time moving down to your mouth. You laughed into it, arms wrapping around his neck. "I knew you would love it."
"Love is a strong word," you rolled your eyes.
"Keep that up and I'll make those pretty eyes roll for another reason Cutey."
Jung Wooyoung
Baby, Babe, Sunshine
There was one thing you were sure of.
There was nothing more attractive than a man walking in with a bouquet of flowers that you knew were meant for you.
Wooyoung pushed up his sunglasses, pushing his hair back with them as he looked around the cafe before spotting you. You saw his face brighten when he found you.
"Babe!" he smiled widely as he came up to the table, planting a heavy kiss on your forehead before sitting down across from you. "You'll never guess what San told me about his manager and a reporter," he set the flowers down, sliding them over to you.
You looked down at them with a smile, laughing a little as you picked them up to smell them. They were your favorites, wrapped in newspaper and a little string.
"What's the occasion?" you looked back up to him, ignoring his prompt for gossip. He looked at you confused.
"I just got of work and have a good gossip story?" you rolled your eyes, shaking the flowers a little.
"Not that dummy, these," you looked back down to the flowers to emphasize them. His brows raised as he nodded.
"Nothing, I just saw them on my way over here and knew you'd like them," he smiled as your cheeks flushed pink. "Plus, I hadn't got you any in a while," he shrugged.
"I do like them," you set them back down, smoothing the paper down a bit. "Thank you."
"Anytime Sunshine," his hand found yours over the table, thumb running gently over your skin at the sweet smile you gave him.
"So, San's manager and a reporter?" you asked, resting your chin in your palm. His face perked up.
"Oh my god Baby it's an insane story so--"
Choi Jongho
Sweetheart, Honey, Bunny
"Sweetheart~," Jongho practically sung the nickname through the apartment, followed by the sound of his steps sliding on the hardwood.
You could hear his happy hum as he found you in the kitchen, turning to see a bright smile on his face.
He came home ready to surprise you with that he got a few days off. Both of you had been on completely opposite schedules lately, so this total stroke of luck was the best news he had gotten in months.
But as he stepped into the kitchen you turned around, hair falling out its tie and his shirt covered in what he hoped was just flour, he forgot everything on his brain.
"Hi Bunny," his voice melted as he leaned into the door frame. You smiled, leaving your dough on the counter and coming up to him. You cupped his face, squishing them until his lips puckered for you to kiss.
You giggled as you backed away, leaving flour handprints against his cheeks.
"Sorry," you laughed, wiping at the flour only making it worse. That goofy smile stayed on his lips as he looked at you, head tilting into your hand.
"Cookies?" he tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear. You nodded, turning back to where the cookie dough waited for you.
"I'm worried they'll be too sweet," you sighed, looking at the damn sugar jar you knocked over right into the dough earlier. "We really need to change this jar set up," you grumbled.
He laughed, wiping his cheeks as he came up behind you. His chin rested on your shoulder.
"Nothing you make can be too sweet Honey."
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I was going to add some more cheesy ones, but secondhand embarrassment kicked in lol
Also why is San's so long compared to everyone elses? I don't know how that happened
Cw: slightly suggestive themes, a lil cringy but cute
A/n: All of this is a work of fiction and not meant to represent Ateez in any way. Part two yay.
📼‘ Art of war - Avenoir
San - photobooks & much love
Panting, sweat painting your figures and fucked well, San collapsed onto you. His heavy and larger frame basically swallowing you. You were content, everything felt nothing but passionate. San buried his face into your bare chest, you were slowly but surely calming your breaths. Just soaking up eachothers presence while you ran your nails through his hair. Soft and sweet caresses just to feel even closer.
„I love you“ San‘s low voice vibrated against your skin and you could only return the affection with a peck on his scalp.
You could‘ve fallen asleep right there, fullfilled and drowning in comfort. Your gaze wandered through the room, eyes dropping when you admired the pretty decorations in your bedroom. The ideas you had when first moving in, the stupidness of making yourselves at home turning into needy makeout session and pounding on a matress without frame. Without stability. Yet you were still here together and it felt almost too perfect. All these days you spend with this man were running through your mind like a slow shutter when the little picture of your highschool graduation fell into your vision. The way San wasn‘t that buff yet, your puffy faces, but real smiles.
„Did x ever come back from their gap year in Australia?“ you asked into the open, hoping he‘d catch it and follow.
…
A little led light warmed the room, your body leaned into San his arms wrapped around while your fingers brushed page after page. Picture after picture.
„Wasn‘t this at your 19th birthday? Or wait.. no..“ you traced over the film while staring at the photobook infront of you. The endless polaroids, printed images from a crappy digital camera and more being the only thing keeping you both awake. This vulnerability wasn‘t unsual after sex, it deepened something beyond a romantic label.
„Hold on, I think this was at chuseok when our familys spend it together“ San giggled and pointed at your teenage figures, his dimples showing within another smile.
„Look you still have them“ you poked your finger into his cheek.
„and you‘re still just as pretty“
Mingi - writing raps
A dim gloom painted the entirety of your bedroom. With a body so fucked and a mind so fogged you buried yourself deeper into the comfort of the covers. Not even bothering to put your clothes back on or open a window to release the thick air that was lulling you to sleep. When the silence was suddenly replaced by a soft hum, a arranging of short vocals that sounded similiar to a beat. You peeked one eye open to see Mingi staring at the ceiling, one hand relaxed behind his head and the other flat across his bare stomach. He was forming vocals and words with his lips, quiet enough, comparable to a whisper. Probably not to wake you. You turned your head to him, a slight frown starting to creep up on your face.
„You alright baby?“ your voice came groggy, probably from all the moaning and whining.
Mingi didn‘t seem suprised by your question nor startled, he gave you a stale look as if your sex looking hair and marked up neck was gonna deepen his thoughts.
„Don‘t worry“ a laugh escaped his nose and he couldn‘t wipe off another teethy grin. It was magnetic, you could only return the smile as you sat up lazily to lean further onto his side.
„What‘s so funny?“ you chuckled, not fully understanding what he was implying. Truth was, you and Mingi weren‘t even dating. Just something you both took a benefit out of. Sex.
It was a silent agreement you never referenced. Though recently.
„I dont rap about real love, ever“ Mingi stated, and began darting his fingers left and right as if to symbolize bars.
„What do you think of…‘ I freeze up everytime you're around‘ “ Mingi started receiting, still staring into the distance. Probably to paint the bigger picture. The lyrics.
„How many times did you already look at me? I think I lost the count“ he paused, your earlier drowsiness had faded into pure amusement at his late night creativity. And the slight cringy effect it had.
„The way your gaze meets mine from every angle, baby you look so divine“
A sweet giggle escaped you, like music to his ears, that he hadn‘t written down yet and he smiled along. For one it was to hear you sound so happy again, but the idea of it was deeper than that. You had him feeling something.
„Not good?“
„No, no, it‘s cute but where did this come from?“
Another long pause. Usually, Mingi kept his mind and thoughts locked shut everytime you fucked restless. Just.
„Been feeling a little sentimental lately“
…
„What about some rnb romance…kinda Bryson tiller?“
Wooyoung - outfits
A city full of ambition would never sleep. It unraveled itself infront of you, the lights painting across buildings let you wonder what everyone else was doing this deep into the night. You settled yourself on the edge of the matress and crossed your bare legs over another.
Body sore, barely functioning, you took a drag of your cigarette. Heavy sex and filthy cigarettes always reached you a little deeper on a sentimental note, even though you barely smoked. As you exhaled a cloud of nicotine into the room you felt a pair of arms wrap around you.
„Can‘t sleep?“ Wooyoung‘s dazed and unclear voice brushed the crook of your neck while giving the hickeys he had left moments before little pecks, as if to seal them final. You finished your cigarette and pressed its head against the ashtray on top of the nearby coffee table.
„Just thinking“ you smiled at your boyfriend and turned around to face him. He was still naked, a mess and probably tired. You seated yourself back on his lap while tracing along the marks your nails had scratched in the heat of the moment. His lips still swollen from kissing and a thin layer of sweat clinging to your bodys. Just as you were about to indulge further into the moment, Wooyoung paused you. His hands tightened around your waist and his eyebrows were scrunching into a frown.
„Is that..?“ he brushed his fingers over the logo placed above your heart to confirm his suspicions.
„Is that my Chrome hearts hoodie?“
you stared down at said clothing item he was irritated about and shrugged. You thought he was upset about the fact you wore it when you went out together. Maybe you should‘ve asked.
„Did you wear it earlier?“ Wooyoung loosened his hand around you to gaze past at the pile of clothes that were scattered across the bedroom floor. You nodded, a little embarassed, already tugging at it.
„Why would you wear it with those?“
Confused and startled, you also turned to undestand what he was implying. Which lead you to being scolded, educated, by your most fashionable boyfriend.
„These don‘t match the hoodie at all and you wore that chain? Are we forreal?“ Wooyoung had been putting clothes on and off now. Testing different chains with, readjusting and trying on various pants infront of you. His body turning, a switch between the mirror and you, regardless of it being sore.
Still seated on the foot of your bed. You couldn‘t help but laugh.
„So silver, the hoodie and maybe some baggy pants…and… Timberlands?“ left right, left right he looked back and forth between the options of shoes that he had pulled out of your closet. Looking at them like they were some type of auction.
„Actually fuck that, I think my Rick Owens would look better with this. Do they fit you? Actually do you wanna try them on?“
Jongho - sing along
He was full of suprises.
You gasped for air quietly, your arms could no longer steady your weight and the force of Jongho‘s previous thrusts. Your face hit the pillows. The low bass of a sensual song had followed you quietly throughout the entire night. It would feel even more intimate like that. Through every melody you’d moan along, unitentionally but kinda hot, straight out of a movie scene. You exhaled happily, a smug grin on your face when he pulled out and kissed your shoulderblade.
Jongho tugged you against his chest, his biceps wrapped around you. Just to keep you warm and close. No one knew that someone this quiet would fuck you senseless until your body would simply give out. But you loved it, this rough and manhandling side of his. His dominant presence fucking a girl like you just right was something unexpected when you pursued further into this relationship. Yet besides that, besides him pounding you from behind, the headboard knocking the wall repeatedly until it had a beat of its own there was always time for aftercare which was a even bigger contrast from what you would assume. Your boyfriend planted soft kisses along your head, down to your neck until he would intervine your hands and kiss the back of yours. It was loving. Sweet. When a slight irritation mirrored his features. His head turned towards the little music box placed on the nightstand.
„Should turn this off“ he mumbled and leaned forward to reach it when you wrapped your palm around his wrist to stop him.
„No I like this song“ your eyes full of need, like a silent plea you pouted at your boyfriend. He took some time to admire your pretty face, smudged makeup but just so perfect. High of the sex you grinned, eyes squinting. A little crappy, you followed along the lyrics while dramatically swaying your head back and fourth.
„Sooo dont get caughtt in the heat of it“ you exaggerated, lack of skill but full intended humor. Jongho couldn‘t resist laughing at your stupidity, the way you mocked the vocals. With no bad intention.
He joined in, also singing along, better. A smile spread across his face at your ‚duet‘ when you balled your fists as imitation of a microphone. In severe manner you sung along, with nothing but love and laughter.
„You took a chanceee with this kind of thing“ you shook your head, not even attempting to sound nice, just for the fun of it. Your eyes were slowly dropping. Jongho blew against your skin, the chorus falling of his lips a final time when the next song would lull you both into slumber.
tags: @minkisdoll (lmk if u wanna be added + req open)
in which: you desperately want to be jongho's little cum slut
pair: jongho/afab!reader
word count: 2.1k
content: sex, public sex, pool sex, rough sex, unprotected sex, completely consensual
rating: R — nsfw | mdni
summer boys series: wooyoung | san | jongho
You were sitting in the shallow end of the pool as you watched him swim around. It was hot as fuck outside, and Jongho suggested that the two of you go swimming, but it was so hot that you simply did not feel like swimming. The shallow end of the pool was in a nice, shady area, so you opted to stay there while you watched Jongho have the time of his life.
Since you were in the water, you could only watch him. You didn't dare bring a book in or near the water, and your phone was sitting safe and sound in the locker room, so you literally had nothing to do. Well, you did have your imagination to keep you entertained, which was running wild the longer you watched Jongho swim around.
He swam over to you and fully submerged himself in the water before resurfacing and brushing his hair out of his face. You watched his biceps flex as he slicked back his hair, and you saw his chest move somewhat heavily as he let out a deep exhale. Your insides flipped and tumbled when you saw how fucking sexy he looked, and you yourself felt winded just beholding his devilish good looks.
"Honey, aren't you hot just sitting here?" Jongho asked as he leaned against the edge of the pool, his arm resting on the ledge. "The water is so nice and cool— you should at least try swimming."
"I'm okay..." you barely managed to say. "Just watching you is enough."
"I know you're in the shade, but I feel like it's just hotter sitting here," Jongho continued to try and convince you to swim.
"It is really hot..." you murmured.
You spaced out, your eyes lingering on his refined muscles and his broad shoulders. Jongho seemed to still be talking to you, but all you could really focus on was the way the water lapped around his naked torso. How you wouldn't give to be pressed right against him, his arms wrapping securely around you, his waist pressing against yours. You desperately needed him against you, but there was no way you were going to be able to tell him that with a straight face.
"Honey?"
"Uh-huh..."
"What's going on with you?"
"Uh-huh..."
Jongho had it at that point. He stood right in front of you and snapped his fingers in front of your face, finally bringing you back to reality. Seeing him that close to you made your entire body jolt, and your fingers and toes tingled the closer he got to you. You were so ready to just fall over when he brought the back of his hand to your face.
"Oh God, your face is flushed, but you don't seem to have a fever... Maybe we should head back inside. I think the sun may be getting to you."
"It's not the sun getting to me, though," you whispered when Jongho grabbed your arm and turned around to drag you out of the pool.
He froze and he faced you once more. He walked forward quickly, making you scurry backwards until your back was pressing against the wall. Jongho pinned you in place, his chest extremely close to yours.
"What's going on, honey?" Jongho asked in a low voice.
You nearly shivered— Jongho sounded so hot whenever he dropped the octave of his voice. You were practically drowning in horny hormones at that point. Shifting uncomfortably, you whispered, "I... Uh..."
You felt your face get hotter as you thought about the things you wanted to ask him shamelessly.
I want you to fuck me senseless. I want you to use me and abuse me until I can't stand anymore. I want you to remind me who I belong to and make sure I never forget.
However, those crude words would never leave your mouth— at least not sober. Thankfully, Jongho seemed to finally catch onto what was going through your mind, a smirk, crossing his face. He closed the distance between you and actually pressed his chest against yours. He leaned into you, his lips near your ear.
"If you want that, you can just ask, honey."
"You know I can't shamelessly ask like that... I'm too shy..."
"Sure, that's why you were staring at me like a piece of meat or something. Don't think I didn't notice the way you were looking at me while I was swimming."
Jongho's hands moved down to your waist. He held you with a firm grasp as he nuzzled his face into the nook of your neck, his lips occasionally pressing against your flushed skin. You held onto his shoulders and let out soft sighs as you felt his kisses trail along the curve of your neck down to your shoulder.
"If you knew, then why didn't you say anything?" you whined slightly.
"I wanted to see you squirm, honey. It's not fun if I don't get to tease you."
Jongho's hands went from your waist to your ass, his fingers pressing into your skin and making your bottoms ride up a little as he pulled upwards. You let out pleasureful sigh after pleasureful sigh the more he peppered kisses all over your upper body and the more he felt you up. Your grip on his shoulders got weaker when you felt his waist press against yours, electricity running through your body when you felt his hard on prod through his swim shorts.
"Now, honey, do you want to tell me what you want me to do to you, or would you like me to order you around like the cum slut you are?" Jongho whispered gruffly into your ear once his lips made their way back up.
"The latter please."
Jongho pulled away from you, and you saw his eyes darken. His jaw momentarily tensed before he pressed his lips feverishly against yours, sweeping you away into a world of bliss. Your fingers ran through his hair as you moved your hands from his shoulders to the back of his neck. The two of you kept making impatient sighs and grunts in between each sloppy kiss, the water around you beginning to move a little more as you both got antsier. It was when Jongho's fingers pushed the waistband of your bottoms down did you break off the infinite chain kisses and look at him with helpless, half-lidded eyes.
"Get out of the pool now," Jongho ordered.
You did as he said as quickly as possible, the man following closely behind. You didn't know where to go, so you stopped and looked around, only for Jongho to grab your arm and lead you to the lounge chairs near the edge of the pool. He sat down first before pulling you towards him, making you straddle him. You held onto his shoulders and lowered your ass onto his knees as he held your neck and pulled you back in to shove his tongue down your throat.
Jongho's fingers pressed into your neck, making you slightly light-headed as he continued to kiss you so rashly that you had absolutely no time to breathe. You felt like you were going to pass out, but you knew that there was no way Jongho was going to take it so far.
At some point, Jongho did have to let go of your neck so that he could remove your bikini. He untied your top first, his fingers brushing the nape of your neck as he released the strings. Your top flopped forward as Jongho ran his finger down your spine, making you arch your back slightly. He made quick work of the remaining strings, the top completely falling with a slosh. He then ran his hands along the curve of your waist before pushing down the waistband of your bottoms once more. He was only able to move the wet fabric over your ass and tuck it under since you were still kneeling on either side of him.
"Take them off."
You nodded and stood up. Both your top and bottoms fell to the ground, Jongho quickly slipping his own swim shorts off in the process. Before you could go back to straddling the man, he leaned forward and grabbed both of your arms. Your back continued to face him as he pulled you backwards, your ass landing on his thick thighs as you sat down, your legs still firmly on the ground.
That's when you realized Jongho read your fucking mind earlier.
"Sit on my cock, honey," he told you as you felt his cock twitch and press against your back.
Jongho still had both of your arms behind your back, so while you moved up, Jongho held his thick cock in place. You felt the tip rub against your wet folds, and once he was right at your entrance, you sat down slowly. You felt your walls spread wide as you lowered yourself on him, a deep sigh escaping your lungs as you felt him fill you up.
With shaky legs, you managed to start moving on his cock. At first, you were worried about Jongho fucking you on the poolside out in the open where anyone could see; luckily for the two of you, there wasn't a single soul around, nor was there a camera in sight— plus, with the added protection of the umbrella above you, you had no reason to worry. That being said, you still tried to keep your erotic noises to a minimum while Jongho, on the other hand, didn't give a tiny rat's ass about how loud he was.
You seemed to be moving too slowly for him— you could only move so fast because every time you sat down on his lap, you wanted to remain seated because your legs could barely support you at that point. So, Jongho thrust his hips upwards suddenly, making you cry out.
"F-Fuck, Jongho!" you choked out as he continuously rammed his hips upwards into yours without mercy, your voice wavering when you felt him reach over your thigh and between your legs to brush his fingers against your sore clit. "Y-You're going so fast!"
"Don't you dare tell me to slow down," Jongho chuckled. "I thought you wanted this."
"I do! Fuck me harder, Jongho!"
Jongho released your arms from his grasp and pushed you up, making you whimper as his cock left your body. He quickly moved you so that you were kneeling on the lounge chair before shoving his cock quickly inside you once more. His waist slammed into yours hard, making you go from your hands to your elbows immediately.
Your sanity completely left you as Jongho quite literally fucked your brains out. You were moaning and crying loudly with every thrust while occasionally yelping whenever you felt the palm of his hand make intense contact with your ass.
"You like that, don't you?" Jongho teased you as he slapped your ass again.
You nodded and hummed in approval before you pressed your lips together and dropped your head down. However, Jongho didn't like that. He grabbed the back of your head and pulled, making you move your head up. He forced you to keep your head up as he continued to rut into you powerfully, the slaps of his waist against yours starting to get drowned out by the sound of blood rushing to your ears.
"J-Jongho!" you sobbed as you felt his cock brush against your G-spot so many times that you felt your orgasm building. "I'm c-close!"
Jongho immediately pulled out, two of his fingers going in their place. He fingered you quickly and roughly, the curve of his fingers inside you too much to handle. You cried out loudly as his fingers fucked you just right, making you cum hard. Your legs trembled, and your ass shook in the air as you squirt all over Jongho's hand, legs, and the lounge chair beneath you.
Without giving you a chance to properly recover, Jongho slid his cock back inside you, and he continued hammering away into your sensitive cunt. You could hear his own groans getting higher in pitch, and you could feel his pace begin to slow down but his power remained the same.
"You want me to fill you up, don't you?" Jongho grunted out. "You're just my little cum slut, aren't you?"
"Yes, I am, Jongho," you whined. "Cum inside me, please."
Jongho didn't need to be told twice. Grabbing your waist, he thrust into you several more times quickly before groaning loudly. You felt his cock twitch and throb inside you as his cum spurt out quickly, filling you with his white seed. When Jongho pulled his cock out, he spread your ass wide to watch his cum leak out and trail down your leg, making his shiver and slowly get hard again.
"Fuck, honey," Jongho chuckled. "Wear your suit, and let's get out of here. I'm not done fucking you just yet."
| CW: public/risky sex?? idk there's other people in the house & they're on a couch, pet names (baby, jagi, sweetheart), teasing, foreplay, dry humping, jongho is big on eye contact, soft!dom jongho, riding, unprotected pinv (nono), choking, covering face to stay quiet, almost caught
| word count: 1,801
| synopsis: while most of the rest of the house goes out shopping on your trip with the KQ family, you and jongho decide on a movie. but soon, the movie is quickly ignored.
| note: i know this man a freak, i just can't prove it
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“Yu!! That’s two draw fours in a row! What did I ever do to you?!” You yelp dramatically, Yujun smiling ear to ear beside you, a look of innocence across his face as if he hasn’t just made you draw eight cards between two turns.
“Uno!” Yechan shouts next, making you roll your eyes, clearly annoyed at his inability to read the room. He shrugs his shoulders. “Oh c'mon noona, it’s just the game, it brings out the worst in people. You know we love you.” He says sweetly, the younger male bumping your shoulder playfully.
“Uh huh, sure.” You groan, the game continuing. Most of the house has been gone for an hour or so, visiting some local shops. It was rainy, and you didn’t feel like getting out of your pjs today, so you stayed back, along with a few Xikers members, and Jongho. You haven’t seen Jongho since he came down to say goodbye to the rest of the boys as they left, you assume he’s shut up in his room. Once the game wraps up, after Yechan winning and bragging like he’d won a gold medal, your curiosity gets the best of you, wanting to know what Jongho is up to, especially since he was the only Ateez member to stay behind.
“I’ll see you all later. I demand a rematch. Gonna go chill or watch a movie for a lil while.” You admit, gliding up the stairs, finding the room Jongho and Yeosang ended up sharing. You hesitate, wondering if you should bother him or not, but eventually your knuckles graze the wood of the door, knocking gently.
“Yeah?” He questions, and your voice catches in your throat. You’ve always thought there’s more to Jongho than he shows, which intimidates the hell out of you.
“Hey, it’s me. Wanna watch a movie with me in the second living room up here?” You say with a whispered shout through the door. You hear the knob turn, and the door swings open. He looks unbearingly handsome. His hair is unkempt, grey sweatpants hugging his hips perfectly, black glasses pushed up onto his nose.
“Sure, what movie?” His voice comes out deep, having not used it for a couple hours, and you nearly melt in the middle of the hallway.
“Haven’t really thought that far.” You chuckle as he steps out of his room, hand grazing the small of your back, and it affects you more than it should.
“Eh, we’ll find one.” He huffs, walking down the hall of rooms alongside you, reaching the small living room/entertainment area on the second floor. You head for the l-shaped couch, plopping down and pulling a blanket overtop of you and reaching for the remote. Jongho flips off the lights, the tv glowing in the dark room. He approaches the couch as well, sitting at the end of your feet, but you lift them, encouraging him to sit closer, and he obliges, your legs resting atop of his. After scrolling and mindlessly sharing movie opinions, you settle on a fantasy drama, with a romantic side story according to the description.
The touches start innocently. About half way through the movie, he moves his hand to rest on your thigh. You don’t think much of it, until that scene comes on. Neither of you had any clue, apparently not paying attention to the movie’s R rating, but when the tension rises between the main character and his love interest, your body tenses and your face flushes red. Small moans from the actors fill the otherwise silent room, and your thighs clench, the man “thrusting” into her with enough movement you’d almost believe it was real.
“Flustered over a movie, sweetheart?” Jongho’s voice breaks the noise coming from the tv. You hadn’t even noticed that his gaze had shifted to you instead, the view of you trying to compose yourself being much better than whatever was on the screen. Your face was red, thighs still clenched, chest rising and falling swiftly, the intimacy of the scene taking control of your body.
“Huh?” You utter, halfway wondering if you’d really heard him correctly, and halfway embarrassed that he could tell.
“You don’t hide it very well. I can feel the heat radiating off you.” He smirks confidently, his admission only making it harder to breathe, the room suddenly feeling much smaller.
“Ugh, leave me alone, Jong.” You groan, pulling the blanket up over your head in shame. His hand caresses your legs that are overtop his, nowhere near where you need it, but his touch still somehow makes you crumble, squirming in your seat.
“I don’t think you really want that, though, do you jagi?” He whispers softly, the scene finally coming to an end, but the tension only continues to build between the two of you. “Want some relief, baby?” He continues, and you hesitate answering, but not for long, because you couldn’t deny yourself of what you need. You nod slowly and sheepishly, beginning to stand up to go to his room, but he grips your wrist, tugging you back onto the couch.
“Wh-What are you doing? Let’s go.” You protest, not wanting to waste any time. Instead, he leans forward, gripping your arms tightly as he pulls you onto his lap. Your throbbing core settles right overtop his semi-hard length, and you shudder, a small whine escaping your lips.
“Here.” He demands, his hands dropping to your hips. “Wanna see you fall apart as you try to keep quiet.” As soon as he speaks, his hands begin to glide your hips back and forth on him. You whimper, able to feel him easily through your tiny lounge shorts, and it isn’t helping that you’re not wearing any panties.
“B-but what if s-someone hears?” You croak, the pleasure from his clothed cock drifting across your wetness starting to overcome your worries. “T-the boys are st-still downstairs.”
“I’ll make sure you’re quiet, sweetheart.” He assures. You drop your head against his shoulder, and his lips find your neck, kissing up to your chin so softly that it gives you chills. You move your hips faster, desperate for more, and your arousal begins to soak through your shorts. “Seems like you don’t care that much.”
“I need m-more.” You whimper, but he doesn’t budge, doesn’t give in.
“Don’t rush it, jagi.” He starts, your movements against each other only becoming more desperate, despite his words. Your head maintains its position against his hard shoulder, unable to compose yourself enough for it to be anywhere else, but he doesn’t like that. “Look at me. Look at me while you grind against my cock, baby.” His words only make it worse, a shockwave sounding throughout your body, straight to your cunt.
‘J-Jong, please.” You plead, looking like a fucked-out mess on his lap just from this, it’s pathetic, but you can’t help it, and his words only cause more despair. He loves seeing you like this, the need in your glossy eyes almost makes him cum on the spot. He looks down at your connected bodies, noticing the wet spot where your pussy leaks against him.
“Look at you, sweetheart. Haven’t even touched you properly yet and you’re soaking me.” He grins, eating up every second of you on top of him. You reach down, eyes still locked on his, tugging at the waistline of his sweats. He doesn’t protest, so you pull them down, realizing you both apparently had the bright idea of not wearing underwear today. You pull his hard, angry cock out of his pants, stroking him a few times.
“Please?” You question, batting your eyelashes at him, begging silently. He doesn’t speak, just nods quickly and you pull your shorts to the side, not even wanting to waste the time to get up and take them off, you need him now. You align him with your entrance, sinking down on him with ease. You mount yourself, sitting back on him, his thick cock stretching you out. He growls as you roll your hips against his, his length hitting deep inside of you. You reach around him, arms resting on his shoulders, fingers curling up into his hair as you begin bouncing on him.
“Shit, baby.” He groans quietly, quickening your pace as he moans into you. As you expected, you accidentally let out a loud moan as his cock hits your sweet spot, hand clamping over your mouth instinctively afterwards, hoping no one downstairs heard. Jongho grabs at your hand, replacing his with your own, his large palm covering your mouth easily, the feeling only making your body push closer to climax. He notices your pace faltering, unable to keep up with your intense desire, so he takes over, fucking up into you ruthlessly. Muffled moans and whimpers flee your mouth, thank god Jongho’s hand is there, or the whole house would know what you’re up to.
“I-I’m g-” You mumble against his palm, but he interrupts quickly.
“I know, feel you squeezing me, jagi. Let go, cum on my cock.” He whispers, breath hot into your ear. You’re so close, right on the edge, so close it’s almost painful and your head falls back. “Look at me, or I stop.” He groans. You shoot your head back up, and his other hand snakes around your neck, applying just enough pressure on the sides to make you see stars, and that alone is enough to push you over the edge. Your thighs tremble against his, your torso convulsing as your body tries to control itself as your orgasm. You can barely breathe between his hands on you and your high hitting you unbelievably hard.
“J-jong.” Your voice comes out as a squeak after he finally pulls his hand away, rutting up into you a few more times before his hot seed coats your walls and his hips stop, his head resting back against the couch as he catches his breath.
“I liked that movie.” You giggle, fingers raking through his hair and he pulls you in for a kiss, the first one of the night. You know Jongho stays pretty reserved, and being intimate with someone is a big deal for him, so his decision to kiss you at this moment makes your heart flutter. The kiss lasts for a long time, your lips dancing together passionately.
“Don’t think we watched much of it, sweetheart.” He chuckles deep as he pulls away. You flinch as you hear another voice echo from down the hall.
“Y/n!!! Uno rematch!! We’ll take it easy on you this time, I mean it!” Yechan yells, luckily not coming down the hallway and catching you in a compromising position. You and Jongho laugh at the perfect timing, lucky that no one seems to have noticed.
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Kim Hongjoong
Angel, Babe, Lovey
"Babe could you pass me my headphones?" Hongjoong's voice drifted into your bedroom. You looked up from your book to the doorway, seeing him poke his head in with that dorky smile.
You nodded, reaching to the other side of the mattress to where he threw his headphones that morning. You stretched as you handed them to him, making a show at how far away he was.
He laughed, coming in further to the room and grabbing them.
"Thank you Angel," before he could pull away you grabbed his wrist, yanking his arm. He yelped, letting himself be pulled until he landed over you. Your laughter filled the air around you both as he huffed and pushed himself up.
"Oh Joongie if you wanted to cuddle you could've just said so," you teased, cupping his cheeks as he looked down at you. He sighed, lowering himself just enough to brush his nose with yours.
"Lovey, you don't know what you've started," he said in a low voice, your eyes widening as his hands grabbed your sides. Your laughter rang out louder this time as he tickled your sides.
You begged him to stop but he just shook his head.
"You started this, grabby hands."
Park Seonghwa
Honey, Sweetheart, Love
"I don't know," you sighed, looking around at yourself in the mirror. You smoothed down the fabric, making a face at the cut.
"What don't you know Love?" he asked, smiling at you as you twirled around again.
"Doesn't the seam look weird? Or is it the color?" you groaned, clicking your tongue and going for the zipper.
You flailed for a second, fighting to even find it behind you.
"You pull everything off Honey," he laughed, getting up from his spot to graze a hand over your back. You felt his hand stop on the small of your back and the other pinch the zipper.
You rolled your eyes at his smile.
"You're bias is showing. I need Park Seonghwa the model, not mushy boyfriend," you whined, hands dropping to let him unzip you.
"Bias or not, I'm being honest," he kissed your cheek, pulling down on the metal. "Try the blue one next," he smiled against you.
"I already put on the blue one," you smiled at him through the mirror. His smile turned cheeky.
"I know," he moved back to grab the dress off the hook. "But you should put it on again."
"You really don't even try to be sly anymore, do you?" you laughed. He winked at you.
"No, no I don't Sweetheart."
Jeong Yunho
Baby, Honey, Sweetpea
"Hi Honey," Yunho whispered, hand sliding over your back as he leaned down to kiss you. You smiled, looking up from the menu to receive it. "Sorry I'm late, practice ran a bit long."
You waved him off.
"It's ok, I haven't been waiting long," you watched as he shrugged off his coat, glancing over the open menu in front of him.
You couldn't tear your attention off him, seemingly mesmerized as he rolled up the sleeves of his sweater and picked up the book. He hummed as he read, only glancing up after he seemed to find something.
"What do you want to --" he stopped when he caught you staring, smiling at how you tried to play it off. "What's on your mind Baby?"
You smiled, Yunho seeing the way your cheeks flushed that shade of pink that he loved.
"You act so casual like you don't look like some k-drama lead," you shook your head.
He laughed.
"Well technically I am Sweetpea," he laughed harder at the glare you shot at him.
"Smartass," you made a face at him, smiling and going back to your menu.
"So you think I'm handsome?" he smiled teasingly, menu forgotten in his hand. He leaned over the table, candlelight defining his face even more.
"I think you're annoying," you rolled your eyes. "I take it back, you're more like the comedic relief than a lead," he put a hand to his chest, acting offended.
"You know I'm still a fan favorite."
Kang Yeosang
Angel, Honey, Darling
"Darling," Yeosang's voice was low and husk as his whispered in your ear. You let out a quiet hum, turning over on your side without opening your eyes.
He pushed you onto your back again, wrapping himself around you and tucking his face into your neck.
"Honey, we need to get up," he slowly kissed up your neck, pecking behind your ear before moving to your cheek.
You groaned, sliding the covers higher up on yourself.
"No~," you whined, arms wrapping around him as he slid on top of you. "You're warm," you sighed as his kisses slowed to a stop at the corner of your mouth.
"We have things to do today," you felt him smile as he lifted up just a bit.
"It's your vacation, we don't have anything to do," you groaned, eyes barely opening to look at him. His hair was a mess, a lazy smile on his face as he stared at you.
Sunlight streamed in through the window, bouncing off his skin with a halo like glow.
You could stay looking at him like this forever and it wouldn't be long enough. You raised a hand, running it through his hair a bit.
He leaned into the contact as you slid down to his cheek.
"Exactly, vacation means I finally have time to take you on that brunch date," he laughed, moving back down to your lips. You smiled against him, pulling him even closer as he gave you quick pecks.
"Come on Angel, let me take you out today."
Choi San
Baby, Honey, Sweet girl
"Come on Honey," San stepped into the bathroom, adjusting his sleeves. "We're gunna be late if we don't leave soo-"He dragged the word out, slowly turning it to a whistle. You looked at him through the mirror, seeing him slowly smile as his eyes ran over you.
"Pulled out all the stops tonight hm?" he dragged his eyes back to yours and you recognized the look in them.
"Don't even think about it, I've been in this bathroom for too long for you to mess it up," you warned, glaring at him through the mirror as you adjusted your dress.
His face fell into a pout.
"I didn't even say anything yet," he whined. You rolled your eyes with a laugh.
"Don't even try playing innocent I know that look," your eyes went back to your reflection, running a hand through your hair before smiling satisfied. "Now, were gunna be late remember?"
"Do you truly think so little of me Baby?" he put on that innocent face again, like he wasn't just looking at you like you were a slice of his favorite cake.
"Is that an honest question?" you shuffled past him, moving to the closet to find your shoes.
"Meanie," he huffed, motioning for you to sit on the bed as he grabbed your favorite heels. You smiled at him as he slid them on, fastening the strap around your ankles like it was muscle memory.
"You do that faster than I can," you commented, rolling your ankle around to try and slow him down. It didn't work, his hands sliding down to still the movement.
"Because Sweetgirl," he stood and took your hands, pulling you up and into his chest. You splayed a hand to it, the other staying in his as he leaned down a ghosted a kiss over your glossed lips. "I haven't let you put them on yourself in months."
"And why is that exactly," you asked, eyes fluttering as he put his forehead to yours.
"Hopefully you'll forget how eventually, so even when I mess up that pretty make up you can't leave me," he joked, laughing as you slapped his chest. You smiled and moved away, grabbing your purse and heading to the door.
"You're insufferable," you complained with no real annoyance behind it, your voice full of amusement. His eyes trailed down you again as you walked away.
"You know, we don't have to go to this award show," he debated.
"Come on Mr. Choi, don't even start."
Song Mingi
Babe, Cutey, Doll
"Why hello there Doll," he pulled you into him by the waist, kissing your cheek with a crooked smile. "And what is someone looking so good doing here hmm?"
Your brows raised at him, looking at him surprised.
"Well, she might be looking for her boyfriend, but it looks like all she found was some guy that looks like him but with worse lines," you gave him a cheeky smile.
He pouted.
"Oh, come on Babe, my lines are great," he huffed.
"No, she's right. They suck," Wooyoung threw over his shoulder as he walked out of the practice room.
"Yeah, that one was pretty bad," Hongjoong laughed, following him out.
"Honestly horrible," Yunho laughed, stopping to pat your shoulder. "Don't know how you put up with him," he whispered with a smile.
Mingi flicked his head, shooing him out the door with the rest of them.
"Was it really that bad?" Mingi looked back down to you. You put your hands to his chest, patting him with a smile.
"Just a little, it was nice though," you laughed, reaching up to ruffle his hair a bit.
"I knew it," he kissed your cheek again, this time moving down to your mouth. You laughed into it, arms wrapping around his neck. "I knew you would love it."
"Love is a strong word," you rolled your eyes.
"Keep that up and I'll make those pretty eyes roll for another reason Cutey."
Jung Wooyoung
Baby, Babe, Sunshine
There was one thing you were sure of.
There was nothing more attractive than a man walking in with a bouquet of flowers that you knew were meant for you.
Wooyoung pushed up his sunglasses, pushing his hair back with them as he looked around the cafe before spotting you. You saw his face brighten when he found you.
"Babe!" he smiled widely as he came up to the table, planting a heavy kiss on your forehead before sitting down across from you. "You'll never guess what San told me about his manager and a reporter," he set the flowers down, sliding them over to you.
You looked down at them with a smile, laughing a little as you picked them up to smell them. They were your favorites, wrapped in newspaper and a little string.
"What's the occasion?" you looked back up to him, ignoring his prompt for gossip. He looked at you confused.
"I just got of work and have a good gossip story?" you rolled your eyes, shaking the flowers a little.
"Not that dummy, these," you looked back down to the flowers to emphasize them. His brows raised as he nodded.
"Nothing, I just saw them on my way over here and knew you'd like them," he smiled as your cheeks flushed pink. "Plus, I hadn't got you any in a while," he shrugged.
"I do like them," you set them back down, smoothing the paper down a bit. "Thank you."
"Anytime Sunshine," his hand found yours over the table, thumb running gently over your skin at the sweet smile you gave him.
"So, San's manager and a reporter?" you asked, resting your chin in your palm. His face perked up.
"Oh my god Baby it's an insane story so--"
Choi Jongho
Sweetheart, Honey, Bunny
"Sweetheart~," Jongho practically sung the nickname through the apartment, followed by the sound of his steps sliding on the hardwood.
You could hear his happy hum as he found you in the kitchen, turning to see a bright smile on his face.
He came home ready to surprise you with that he got a few days off. Both of you had been on completely opposite schedules lately, so this total stroke of luck was the best news he had gotten in months.
But as he stepped into the kitchen you turned around, hair falling out its tie and his shirt covered in what he hoped was just flour, he forgot everything on his brain.
"Hi Bunny," his voice melted as he leaned into the door frame. You smiled, leaving your dough on the counter and coming up to him. You cupped his face, squishing them until his lips puckered for you to kiss.
You giggled as you backed away, leaving flour handprints against his cheeks.
"Sorry," you laughed, wiping at the flour only making it worse. That goofy smile stayed on his lips as he looked at you, head tilting into your hand.
"Cookies?" he tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear. You nodded, turning back to where the cookie dough waited for you.
"I'm worried they'll be too sweet," you sighed, looking at the damn sugar jar you knocked over right into the dough earlier. "We really need to change this jar set up," you grumbled.
He laughed, wiping his cheeks as he came up behind you. His chin rested on your shoulder.
"Nothing you make can be too sweet Honey."
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I was going to add some more cheesy ones, but secondhand embarrassment kicked in lol
Also why is San's so long compared to everyone elses? I don't know how that happened
𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ; Headcanons on how I view Jongho as a damn muncher.
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ; Pussyeater!Jongho x Fem!Reader.
☆ — 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 317. ☆ — 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : Smut. ☆ — 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : Face sitting, kneeling, begging, bed grinding, jongho gets lost in the sauce, fingering, cumming in his pants, public, bruises, and overstimulation.
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Pussyeater!jongho who likes to lay on his back, making you sit on his face. And when you don’t go all the way down, he will grabs your hips and say “Fucking sit, I’ve been waiting all day.”
Pussyeater!jongho who does not care what you’re doing, he will drop to his knees right in the kitchen if he has to.
Pussyeater!jongho who likes to lay in between your thighs, simply because he wants to have easy availability whenever he can.
Pussyeater!jongho who takes his time, starting out slow and teasing until you’re arching off the bed and begging for him.
Pussyeater!jongho who does in fact eat it from the back, he needs to be completely in it like it’s his source of oxygen.
Pussyeater!jongho who gets so needy just from the taste of you that he will grind against the bed, moaning against your clit as well.
— “Tastes sweet, baby.” “When does it not?” “Before your period, usually it tastes like pennies.”
Pussyeater!jongho who sometimes uses his fingers, just so you have something to clench around.
Pussyeater!jongho who cums in his pants whenever he gets too into it, he’s simply just addicted to you and the way you taste.
Pussyeater!jongho who will eat you out in the middle of a date night, also no he does not care if anyone is watching.
Pussyeater!jongho who leaves fingerprint bruises on your thighs from gripping them so hard, he doesn’t mean to. But he just needs you to stay put so he can do what he needs to do.
Pussyeater!jongho who pushes on your lower stomach whenever you’re about to cum, wanting you to completely cover his face just so he can go back to it.
Pussyeater!jongho who loves to overstimulate you, simply because he claims it tastes better and he loves when you try to push him away.
❀summary- Jongho is s sensitive, passionate lover that gives you his all in everything he does.
❀warnings- smut, depictions of sex
❀word count- 208
❀a/n- love types head cannons might become a series
❀ Sensitive!Jongho who wears your hickeys proudly on his neck, not bothering to cover them up.
❀ Sensitive!Jongho whose favorite position is missionary because he gets to see your face while demolishing your pussy.
❀ Sensitive!Jongho who intertwines his fingers with yours during sex.
❀ Sensitive!Jongho who kisses your body delicately like it's made out of the most expensive porcelain.
❀ Sensitive!Jongho who pays close attention to your body language during sex to ensure you're having the best time.
❀ Sensitive!Jongho who punctuates every thrust with an "I love you".
❀ Sensitive!Jongho who talks you through it. "My love takes my big, hard cock so well", "You squeeze me so good", "Yes baby, just like that", "Do you want it deeper?"
❀ Sensitive!Jongho who presses on your stomach while he's inside you. "Do you feel that baby? It's what you do to me. It's my love for you."
❀ Sensitive!Jongho who loudly moans your name when he comes so the entire world can know who owns his heart.
❀ Sensitive!Jongho who carries you bridal style into a warm bath afterwards, washing you gently as he continues to pour his heart out to you in the form of praises.
pairing: ateez x reader (individual stories)
genre: fluff
warnings: slightly suggestive (mingi), swearing, they're all just very in love w you and want to marry u. if there's any you think i should add lmk!!!
word count: 4.3k
a/n: this came to me and i love this idea so very very much. hope u love it as much as i do.
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hongjoong —
The nerves had been racking through his body the whole day, the song he was supposed to be working on staring back at him through his monitor, his hand closed around the velvet box in his jacket’s pocket as he waited.
“Hey, baby,” you giggled when you saw him jump in his seat, having startled him when you let yourself in. “You okay?” Your brows furrowed in worry, looking at his nervous expression and soft beads of sweat on his forehead.
“Yeah, let’s eat?” he swiftly changed the subject, his right hand still hidden in his pocket as he saved and closed the unfinished project and opened a different one.
You nodded and opened the bags you had brought, setting the food on the small table in front of his leather couch. The same couch that had been witness to so many things in your relationship.
Your first kiss, the time when you both confessed your feelings to each other with pink cheeks, the night when clothes got in the way, and Hongjoong whispered his undying love to you into your ear while you became one. And tonight, it was going to be a witness to the biggest step in your relationship.
A soft melody began playing after Hongjoong pressed play, leaving his chair and coming to sit beside you on the couch, leaving a soft kiss on your hair while he helped you set the table with the food you both intended to devour in the next five minutes.
The melody completely caught your attention once you heard Hongjoong’s recorded voice singing over it. The lyrics were a beautiful story of your relationship and how much he loved you.
Your eyes were shining with unshed tears while you looked at him, paying attention to the song while he looked at you as if you had hung the stars in the sky yourself.
“Joongie…” You sniffled once the song was over, a tear dropping down your cheek. “That was a beautiful song…” A soft smile overran your features, a hand coming to cradle his cheek.
“You liked it?” his eyes shone, leaning into your touch. “I- I just had so many things to tell you.” He explained, the hand in his pocket clutching the velvet box so hard he was surprised he hadn’t broken it already.
“It was a beautiful song, Joongie. everything you make is beautiful,” you assured him, leaning into him to kiss his cheeks. he dried your tears with his thumb, kissing you softly before sucking in a deep breath. “Come on, why are you so nervous? Is everything okay?” you asked again, brows furrowing upwards in worry while soothing his skin with your own thumb.
Hongjoong breathed out, smiling softly at you before whispering your name. “My beautiful girl, my muse. You’re the girl that makes my days brighter, you’re everything I’ll ever need in this life and in any others I have left. I don’t want to spend a minute without you. I love you, you’re the love of my life, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” He stood up, moving around the table and getting down on one knee beside you, finally pulling out and opening the blue velvet box that had remained hidden in his pocket, a beautiful diamond ring shining in the dim lighting of his studio. unshed tears shined in his eyes while your own were falling freely down your cheeks.
“Will you marry m-” the question barely left his lips before you lunged from your spot, wrapping your arms around his neck and hugging him tightly, nodding in the crook of his neck while soft sobs left your lips.
“YesYesYesYes.” you babbled, lifting your face from his neck and kissing his lips. salty tears mixing with the sweetness of your cherry gloss.
“Yes?” he asked once you broke the kiss, unsure if he had heard correctly, his own happy tears falling down his cheeks.
“Yes, Joong. A thousand times, yes!” you giggled, kissing him again before pulling away from the hug, allowing him to slip the beautiful ring he had picked out onto your finger.
“I love you.”
“I love you more, Joongie.” You kissed his cheek again, your own cheeks sore from how hard you were smiling.
“The boys are gonna be so happy I finally did it,” he giggled. He couldn’t help but think of his best friends even in the happiest moment of his life.
After all, eight does make one team, and each of them helped him in a small way in coming up with his proposal.
seonghwa —
You and Seonghwa hadn’t really been dating for a long time, but for you, two tears felt like a landmark in this day and age.
And your days together were mostly relaxing, often snuggled up on the couch while watching a show together, cooking together while laughing at dumb stories either one told the other, constantly learning new things about each other.
It wasn’t long before Seonghwa knew. You were the one. He asked his friends for different ideas on how to propose to you, but none seemed fitting. He wanted it to be perfect, to be able to tell you how much he loved you and how you were the person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.
Which is why he settled on something simple, something that wouldn’t raise suspicion on you. Still, he made sure your friends did all the things you once told him you would need before getting proposed to.
The door creaked open, and you found him exactly where you had left him almost two hours ago, in the living room, building some LEGO set he had gotten recently. You weren’t exactly sure what it was, as he always liked for you to see it built, not how the box showed it.
“Baby? Watcha’ building?” Curiosity got the best of you, wanting to see what had kept him so focused for the past two hours.
“Just something I got the other day, wanna help me? The letters are a little smudged in the instructions, so I can’t really read what it says.” He muttered while squinting at the paper book with the instructions, trying really hard to hide his smile.
“Sure, I’ll help ya.” You toed off your shoes and took off your coat, hanging it beside the door before joining him on the floor, unconsciously squinting before reading the perfectly clear words in the paper. “Babe…what do you mean…the words aren’t smudged…” You frowned, confused
“Oh, still…will you read them to me?” he didn’t even spare you a glance, focused on trying to find the perfect place for the piece he was holding.
“Sure…” you squinted at him, still slightly confused. “This piece is the last one to finish building your set! This has been the missing piece all this time, thank god you're finally here!” You began reading the instructions aloud, focused on the words in front of you, and not much on what he was doing. “You are my missing piece…Will you…marry me?” Your brows furrowed, confused at the words you were reading. Your gaze lifted to see Seonghwa sitting down facing you, a small LEGO box in his hands with a shiny diamond ring inside it.
“Will you marry me, angel?” he repeated the question, a soft smile on his face, enjoying your cute, confused expression. “I love you, you're my missing piece and I want to live the rest of my life with you, I want you to be the first thing I see when I wake up and the last thing I see when I go to sleep, I feel like I could make you a list of a thousand reasons why I love you and it still won't be all of them. I want to continue learning things about you, and to make you happy every day,” he added, trying to hide the slight tremor of his hands as you looked at him with a surprised expression, tears brimming in your eyes.
“Oh my…Hwa…” A sob escaped you, instantly wrapping your arms around him. “Yes! Of course, yes!” you giggled, pulling away from the hug to allow him to slip the ring onto your finger, cradling his cheeks and kissing him gently. “I love you.”
“I love you today and always, my angel.”
yunho —
The delicious food that you had cooked was long gone, your plates taking up space in the sink while you and Yunho were sitting on the couch, a cup of wine beside each of you while you engaged in some topic-less conversation.
“What do you mean you've never seen Hamilton?” you questioned him with a smile on your lips. He shook his head, taking a sip of his wine.
“I just never got to watching it,” he shrugged. “You've never had this thing when something is so popular you don't even want to see it anymore?”
“You're right, I put off watching Marvel movies for years because of that,” you admitted, giggling when his eyes widened.
“Thank god, we already solved that problem.” He exhaled, a hand on his chest.
“God forbid you married a woman who hasn’t seen the Spiderman movies at least three times a month for each series,” you joked, oblivious to the way his body tensed when you mentioned marriage, nervous. “I seriously think you’d arrive at our wedding with a spidersuit beneath your tux,” he forced a laugh out of him, trying to act normal. Suddenly feeling hyperaware of the small box that he had hidden under the table beside the couch.
“C-could you blame me? He’s the coolest of them all,” he giggled stiffly, catching your attention at the way his demeanor had changed drastically.
“Babe, are you okay? You got…weird all of a sudden.” Your brows furrowed in confusion.
“I’m fine!” His voice came out high-pitched, feeding into your confusion. “Why- why are you talking about marriage all of a sudden?” he asked, tense. Making your heart sink, you thought you both wanted to get married in the near future, which is why you had felt comfortable enough making jokes about it. Had you gotten it all wrong?
“W-well…I- I just-...I was just joking, I didn’t-” you stammered, confused, hurt, embarrassed, and with a knot in your throat. “I- I think it’s best if we go to sleep now,” you suggested. He nodded quickly, telling you that he’ll stay behind doing the dishes, to which you nodded, making a beeline to your shared room, quickly closing the door and throwing yourself face down on the bed.
“So stupid…” You sobbed, tears filling your eyes with embarrassment and hurt. You felt so dumb for assuming that even after almost five years together, he’d want to marry you. You sat up on the bed, your shoulders shaking with quiet sobs as you beat yourself up mentally, mortified for the way the lively conversation had suddenly ended.
A soft knock on the door made you jump out of your skin, startled. “Hey…” Yunho whispered, slowly opening the door, his eyes widening once he saw your tear-streaked face, tear trails in your cheeks shining in the moonlit room. “W-why are you crying?” he walked inside, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“I just-...I’m sorry, I didn’t know you didn’t want to get married. I thought we were on the same page about it, and I feel so dumb to have forced that topic on you.” Your apology came in between soft sobs. Yunho’s brows furrowed in confusion. He scooted closer to you, cradling your cheeks with his big, slender fingers.
“Hey…who said I don’t want to marry you?” his voice was soft, almost soothing, as he swiped your tears away with his thumbs. “I…I got like that because I thought you knew…” Now it was your turn for confusion. Your head was slightly cocked to the side in a silent question. “I thought you knew about this…”
One of his hands fell from your face and went into his sweatpants pocket, pulling out a small baby blue box, opening it up, showing you a beautiful diamond ring, exactly like the one you once had told him would be your dream engagement ring.
“You’re my whole world, y/n. I’d fight this world’s evilest villains for you,” he began, a giggle escaping you while looking at him like he had grown a second head. “I do want to marry you, gosh, I’ve wanted to marry you since the day I met you.” He pulled the ring out from the small box, holding it in his fingers and stretching his arm out to you. “Will you make me the happiest man and do me the honour of marrying me?” The sweetest of smiles adorned his face, eyes shining with unshed tears.
“Oh my god…yes!” The reply was instant, tears rolling down your cheeks while a smile made your cheekbones hurt. Your arms instantly wrapped around his neck, hugging him tightly and tackling him over the bed. “YesYesYes!” you repeated, kissing his face, making him laugh in glee.
“I love you, y/n.” He kissed your cheek after slipping the ring onto your finger. admiring the way it shone in the moonlight.
“I love you more, yuyu.” You kissed him back. “Now you definitely have to watch ‘Hamilton’ with me.”
“Only if we can see ‘The Amazing Spiderman’ first.”
yeosang —
Yeosang had woken up early that day, the nerves racking through his body all morning while decorating your shared apartment. Wooyoung helped him scatter the rose petals in the doorway, even stepping out of the apartment to step back in just to see how it would look once you walked in.
Once the decorations were to his liking, Wooyoung left, wishing him the best of luck and telling him that he has to call him first as soon as you say yes or else he'll never forgive him.
Yeosang looked around the apartment again, smiling at all the decorations he had spent weeks —if not months— preparing. He left two empty champagne glasses on the coffee table, alongside the big box of your favorite chocolates, which had a small letter on top of it, and then he left the living room, wanting to squeeze in a quick shower before he changed into the clothes he would wear to ask you to join him for the rest of your lives.
Which is why he didn't hear you come in, or the texts and calls you had left on his phone. Your boss had let you go home early, and you rushed home to see him.
The door clicked open, you stepped inside, toeing off your heels beside the door, and clicking it closed. All your movements halted as your gaze drifted, falling on top of the scattered rose petals on the doorway, leading a path to the coffee table, and some other decorations catching your attention.
You walked over closer to the small table, picking up the paper folded on top of the box of chocolates, unfolding it with a crease between your eyebrows as you skimmed through the words.
“Yeo?” you called out, Yeosang stopping dead in his tracks as he entered the living room, his hand frozen in the cuff of his shirt as he was folding it to his liking.
“Baby?” he asked, even though he was looking at you, his own, blonde eyebrows furrowed, as if he couldn't believe you were standing in the middle of the apartment you shared. “Y-you're not supposed to be here yet.” he stammered, his hands falling to his sides, dragging his feet closer to you.
“I…I got out of work early…” Your answer came out slowly, as if you were confused too. “Honey, what is all this?” Your hand lifted the paper that you hadn't finished reading yet.
Yeosang’s eyebrows shot up to meet his hairline, panic settling in his chest. “I- Uhm. Shit,” he stuttered, not sure of what to say. “Will you marry me?” he blurted out, defeated as he looked at half of the surprise already ruined.
Your expression softened instantly, hands falling to your sides as you closed the distance between you, and you kissed his lips. “Of course, Yeo.” You smiled while wrapped in his arms, kissing him again.
And Yeosang didn't even care that the proposal didn't go through as he had planned at all. He had you in his arms, and you had said Yes, which was all that really mattered.
san —
San had everything planned to the last detail, from the moment he had picked the ring up to the moment he would ask you to accompany him for the rest of your lives.
“Whoa…Sannie, this looks beautiful,” you murmured in awe once you set foot into the luxurious restaurant at the top of the city, big windows showcasing the big lights in the distance, while the restaurant itself was dimly lit with some soft jazz playing in the background.
“So do you, my love,” he complimented, making your cheeks burn. “I had something I wanted to tell you,” he began, hiding his fidgeting hands under the table. You nodded, resting your chin in your palm, listening to him with a small smile plastered on your lips.
“You make my days happier, my love. I was always taught that family is the most important thing, not just the one you get by blood, but the one you choose, and for the past three years, I've chosen you every day,” he began, his beautiful feline eyes shining with pooled tears. “I want to choose you every day, I want to love you every single day, for as long as you let me.” he stood up, taking out a small velvet box in his hands and going to your side, getting on one knee while he smiled at you as if you had hung the stars in the sky yourself.
“And if you'll have me, I would like for you to let me be with you for the rest of our lives,” he opened the box, a shiny diamond ring surprising you in the most beautiful way possible, tears quickly pooling in your eyes. “I would be incredibly happy if you gave the honour of marrying you, love. Will you marry me?” The words had barely left his mouth, and you were already nodding, covering your mouth with your hands in disbelief while tears rolled freely down your cheeks.
“My Sannie… I'd marry you in a heartbeat!” You leaned down to hug him, kissing his cheeks repeatedly. Not caring in the slightest that all your lipstick was staining his skin with the remnants of your excitement. “I can't wait to marry you,” you sniffled, cleaning your tears with the napkin once you untangled yourself from him, extending your hand so he could slip the shiny diamond ring onto your finger.
mingi —
The sweat in your bodies had begun to dry as the sheets covered your naked bodies after a night where only the moonlight had witnessed the intensity of your love.
“I love you so much, baby.” Mingi whispered in your hair, fingers running through it. “I'm sorry for being too much sometimes.” he apologized, leaving a soft kiss on your forehead.
“Hey, don't say that,” you reassured. lifting your head from his chest to look at him. “You're never too much, even in a whole lifetime together, I would never think you're too much.” You kissed his chin, a soft smile on your lips as you looked at him like he was the most beautiful person on this planet.
And for him, you were. You were his absolute world, and he felt the luckiest man in the world to be able to live his life by your side.
“Marry me, y/n.” he blurted out, the softest of smiles on his face while his eyes shone like a night sky full of stars.
“What?” Your eyes widened, caught off guard by the suddenness of his request.
“Marry me,” he repeated. “I don't have a ring or anything prepared whatsoever, but I love you, like I have never loved anyone ever. And I want to spend the rest of my life loving you the same way.” Tears prickled at his eyes while his fingers ran small traces on your naked back. “Will you marry me?”
“Yes, Mingi. Of course, I will marry you.” Your own eyes shone with unshed tears as you lifted your head to kiss his lips deeply, sealing your promise of forever.
“I promise I'll do it again much bett-”
“I don't care, it doesn't matter. What only matters is that you're the one I marry,” you assured him again, kissing the corner of his lips. he nodded, looking into your eyes with a soft smile.
“I love you so much.”
“I love you, Mingi.” his hands cradled your face before kissing you again, before you deepened the kiss, your tongue coming to trace his lower lip.
Let's say you didn't take long before celebrating your engagement.
wooyoung —
Wooyoung had an elaborate plan. He decided to surprise you by cooking dinner and ask you to marry him over handmade pasta and wine. He had a speech prepared that he had been practicing all day in his head.
But the moment you arrived home, it felt like his whole world had been shaken, as if an earthquake had struck the apartment.
“Whew, what a fucking day,” you huffed out while kicking your shoes off at the door. Your hair was pointing in every direction because of the winter breeze that had struck you while walking from your car to the door of your apartment. “Hi baby.” you greeted him while taking off your coat and scarf, unveiling your rosy cheeks and tip of your nose.
Wooyoung looked star-struck, as if he was looking at the most beautiful painting in the most luxurious museum. “You look…beautiful…” he whispered while dusting his hands off in the small apron he had tied around his waist.
“Stop…what do you mean? my hair’s a mess, my makeup is barely there anymore, I definitely need-”
“Marry me.” he blurted out, interrupting you and surprising even himself.
“What?” you smiled at him, thinking it was just one of his many jokes. But he wasn’t smiling, his hands scrambled, looking for the small velvet box he had hidden in one of the kitchen drawers he knew you never opened.
He untied the apron from his waist, walking out of the kitchen before getting down on one knee right in front of you. “I had prepared a speech, I- I was going to cook you something delicious and ask you to marry me. But- I don’t need a fancy speech or anything to tell you how much I love you, how much I have loved you, and how much I will love you for the rest of our lives. You’re beautiful, you’re funny, you’re kind and caring, and you’re everything I’ll ever need for the rest of eternity,” he sniffled, a couple of happy tears trailing down his cheeks, while your own were damp with your own tears. He whispered your name while opening the box in his hands, unveiling a shiny diamond ring. “Will you marry me?”
“Yes, Wooyoung. I’ll marry you,” you sobbed, dropping to your knees to hug him tightly, your tears leaving wet spots on his shirt. “I love you so much.”
“I love you more, baby,” he cooed, before breaking the hug and slipping the ring on your ring finger, admiring it before cradling your cheeks with his hands and kissing you deeply.
jongho —
The night sky was full of stars, the cool air ruffling your hair while you nuzzled your head into Jongho’s shoulder. Your usual late-night walk accompanied by the sound of the river and the distant sound of the busy city.
“The view looks so pretty tonight, doesn’t it Jjong?” Your eyes remained glued to the way the water flowed.
“My view looks beautiful too.” he agreed, looking down at you with a soft smile. His hand unconsciously dropping down to pat his pocket, making sure the small box was still where he had put it. You turned to face him and blushed when you picked up what he meant. smacking him softly in the arm while hiding your face.
“Remember when I asked you to be my girlfriend?” he began. You nodded, a soft tinge of pink dyeing your cheeks. “It was right over there,” he lifted his arm to point at the exact spot he had asked you to be his girlfriend almost four years ago. He then untangled his arm from yours, stepping in front of you and taking both your hands in his.
”This river and our late-night walks mean a lot to me, and I love that it has been a constant thing throughout our whole relationship,” he continued, thumbs tracing absentminded circles in the backs of your hands. “You mean a lot to me, Aegi. I love you so incredibly much, and I want to spend every night walking anywhere with you, doing whatever, only if it’s with you.” he let go of one of your hands and reached into his pocket, pulling out a small box with small letters scribbled on its top. He sucked in a deep breath, getting down on one knee and opening the box, trying to ignore the blush of his cheeks and the slight tremble of his hands, revealing a beautiful diamond ring. “Aegi, will you marry me?
“Oh my god,” you babbled. tears rushing to your eyes as you nodded frantically. “Of course, Jjong. of course I’ll marry you,” you replied, giggling while tears rolled down your cheeks.
Jongho let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and got up, slipping the ring onto your ring finger and kissing you, wrapping his arms around your body. His blush going all the way up to his ears when he heard passers-by clapping to his successful proposal.
“I love you.” he whispered in your hair once he broke the kiss, kissing your temple before hugging you tightly.
“I love you more, Jjongbear,” you replied, teasing him. He giggled while shaking his head, burying it into the crook of your neck.
♡ — 𝐕𝐢𝐩 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ; @kissmatz @eggielix @miisanthropology @mywonuverse send a ask to be added or removed!
A/N — Straight ass. I wrote ts while tired.
Babysitter!jongho who is always thirty minutes early, just to give you time to do your morning routine properly.
Babysitter!jongho who likes to take your kid to the park on sunny days, always making sure she stays safe and comfortable as well.
Babysitter!jongho who’s heart melts whenever your kid accidentally calls him ‘daddy’ due to not having a dad present in her little life.
Babysitter!jongho who constantly texts you updates about your kid, sending you little pictures and videos of her too.
Babysitter!jongho who always cooks the best foods for your kid, never really buying takeout or half-assing. He genuinely takes care of her like she’s his own.
Babysitter!jongho who definitely keeps a first aid kit in the glove box of his car because ‘you never know when you need it’. He’s never needed it, but it stays there for that purpose.
— “You’re home early.” “Uh, yeah. Figured to check in during lunch.” “She’s down for a nap.”
Babysitter!jongho who cooks you dinner whenever you come home tired from work, never really asking for much in return.
Babysitter!jongho who does in fact have a crush on you, but won’t say anything until you do.
Babysitter!jongho who asks to take you on dates every Friday, just to ‘help’ you debrief as a working mom, and it does.
Babysitter!jongho who gets bold due to the alcohol in his system and offers to ‘stress relieve’ you.
Babysitter!jongho who takes to the restaurant bathroom just to eat you out.
Babysitter!jongho who leaves hickeys along your thighs, not to mark you or anything. But he was simply lost in the sauce and got really needy.
