Spending time cuddling together in the morning, especially on the weekends, has become your favourite thing to do. Getting him all to yourself, unfiltered and relaxed, is simply bliss.
Youâre lying on his chest under the covers, one leg on top of him, whilst his hand is stroking your hair. You donât need to say anything. Life gets so busy, sometimes you just need those silent moments.
His lips kiss the top of your head slowly. You look up at him and he just smiles at you, absentmindedly, but happy. You smile back at him, moving a stray strand of hair out of his eyes. He chuckles, soft and warm, grabbing your chin to meet his lips. His kiss is deliberately slow, like a caress, and you melt into him.
Your hand finds his cheek, cupping it softly, like youâre afraid you might break him - which is ridiculous, really, because realistically, youâd be the first to crack. But when heâs like this, it isnât him youâre afraid to break - itâs the bubble of joy heâs in. Your fingers tread carefully on his skin so as to make sure he knows heâs cared for, and he sighs in your mouth, the sound enveloping you in a comforting glow.
He pulls away from you for a moment, staring deeply into your eyes.
âYou make me happy.â
Those four words are simple, but they mean so much to you.
âAww baby⊠You make me happy too.â
He laces his fingers in yours.
âYou do so much to brighten my days - youâre why I smile for no reason. Just thinking about you and all you do for meâŠâ He pauses, a thought passing over him. âI donât think I ever really return the favourâŠâ
You snicker. How can he think that when youâre the happiest youâve ever been in your life since meeting him?
You peck his lips. âYou do.â
You kiss his cheek. âEvery day.â
You move to his jaw. âYou make me the happiest girl ever.â
Your lips trail down to his neck, and you feel his pulse accelerate as he angles his head away to give you access.
You continue to trail light kisses across his skin, down to his chest, when he grabs your chin again.
âNot this time.â You look up at him, brows furrowed, confused. âToday,â he says, flipping himself on top of you, âitâs all about you.â
He grabs your wrists, pinning them in place above your head. The light from the rising sun bathes his golden skin with orange and yellow ripples. Shirtless, pyjama bottoms on, face slightly puffy from sleep, and tousled morning hair - you canât imagine him ever looking more beautiful.
He runs his free hand down your arm, all the way to your face, leaving a path of goosebumps in his wake.
Your whole body is now fully awake, aware of the shift in the air. You take a hand out of his and place it on his torso, wanting to map him with your fingertips, but he brings it back over your head.
âI said itâs all about you today, Sweetheart. Youâre gonna let me worship you like I should be doing every single day.â
His words flood your core with heat and you bite your lip, eyes fluttering.
He fiddles in the bedside drawer for a moment, coming out with a familiar metallic purple ribbon. You raise an eyebrow, questioning it, but you let him do what he wants, curious as to his thought process.
He ties your wrists together, attaching them to the bed post as he kisses you.
âThis is so you donât try any funny business, and let me do my thing.â
You chuckle, forced to oblige, but you donât resist. No one knows you like he does, and youâre all too excited about whatâs to come.
When he leans in to kiss you again, the kiss isnât rushed, but deeperâŠ
WarmerâŠ
Reverent.
You lift your head slightly to try and get more contact with him, unable to help yourself.
His touch is like a drug, and youâre the addict.
He remains locked to your lips as his hands cradle your face, swallowing you. They weave themselves into your hair, tugging slightly to make you open your mouth and give him access, which you grant happily. You moan softly as his tongue tangles and dances around yours.
His fingers start making their way down to your neck and his lips follow, branding you with kisses. He finds your pulse and nips at it gently, making you bite your lip.
You close your eyes. You love to look at him, but right now, not being able to see him excites you more. His touch feels heightened, the feeling of his breath on you makes your hairs stand on end - even his scent seems stronger, the smoke and amber flowing through you like oxygen.
His hands reach the hem of your shirt, hiking it up slowly, revealing your soft, flushed skin. Your back arches under his touch, craving more, and you hear him moan at the sight.
When you open your eyes again, his stare burns into you. What was soft and loving before is beginning to turn into feral desire.
You smirk.
âYouâre so sexy when youâre tied up, Sweetheart.â He whispers, playing with your breasts. A breath hitches in your throat as his tongue flicks your hardening nipple, sucking and grazing his teeth.
âDo you know how sexy you are?â He asks, moving to your other side.
You shake your head lightly.
âBy the end of this,â he whispers, pulling your underwear down, âyouâre gonna feel like the sexiest woman alive.â
He climbs back on top of you, crashing his lips onto yours as his finger slides into your entrance, and you cry out in surprise.
Your body is torn between the velvet of his mouth and the intrusion of his finger, your hands itching to dig your nails into his perfect back.
His rhythm is deliciously soft, yet he hits that spongy spot every time.
He digs his teeth in your bottom lip. âDo you feel sexy now?â
Your cheeks turn crimson at the question.
âLooks like Iâm not doing enough yet. I need to fix that.â
As though he was shifting gears, he inserts another finger into you whilst his thumb starts circling your clit. His mouth leaves yours to move down to your jaw, using his free hand to knead your skin like a sensual massage.
Your moans and whimpers increase as your entire body lights up under his all encompassing touch. You can feel his erection against your thigh, a swarm of butterflies exploding in your stomach.
âLet me touch you, please.â You beg.
âNo.â His breath hits the thin skin of your neck making you shiver.
âPlease, I need to touch you, I need to feel you. This isnât fairâŠâ Your breathing is erratic. He makes you feel so incredible, but you urge to give him all that love and attention back.
âFuck, how much do I need to do to make you forget about me and focus on you?â
As though he found the answer himself, he crawls down the bed, replacing his thumb with his tongue to lap up your clit like itâs exactly where he needs to be.
Maybe he was right, and he just wasnât doing enough, because you suddenly forget all about your need to touch him, too engrossed in how incredible this is feeling.
âThatâs it Sweetheart. Make a mess of my fingers and show me how sexy you feel.â
Your whimpers start filling the room, louder and louder the more he pumps into you, the sweet rhythm turning needy. Your toes curl around the sheets - youâre not used to not touching him.
He grabs your thigh, wrapping his hand around it to hold you down. âIf you keep squirming Iâll have to tie your feet too.â
Your back arches at his words. Do you want to be tied down? After all, letting go of control is kind of growing on you. But being tied down would mean not feeling his palm burning into your skin as he holds you tight, and you canât fathom that.
âI wonât. I promise. But please Jongho. Fuck me. Please.â You bargain.
He grunts into you, making you jolt.
âFuck Sweetheart, you know I canât say no when you sound all needy like thatâŠâ
With one hand still curling into you, he uses his other to free his burning cock, pumping it a couple of times. Heâs already leaking, unable to control himself at the sight of you splayed out like that in front of him.
He straightens up, taking his fingers out of you to line himself up with your slit, before pushing in, slowly. The stretch is delicious and your back arches, prompting his head to fall back. He could look at you like this forever, and you donât even know.
He starts carefully moving his hips and itâs like light is exploding inside of you. Your mouth hangs open in a quiet prolonged moan, unable to produce sounds - your eyes are closed, your senses heightened.
âYou look so beautiful.â He grunts, holding your hips as he thrusts into you. âI love the way you buck like that for me. You take me so well every time.â He runs a hand up your stomach, chest and neck, making a path to caress your cheek. âI wouldnât wanna be buried inside anyone else. Not when I can have you.â
He pulls your face up to kiss you and you cry out. Between the angle heâs reaching inside you, his intoxicating words, and the way his lips ravage yours, you truly, never in your life, have felt sexier.
âDo you understand how sexy you are, now?â
You nod vigorously and he smiles. His face is inches from yours and you feel like dying at the way he looks at you. Pride, lust, and most importantly, love.
âGood girl. Now cum for me.â
His pace increases further, his free hand coming in the space between you to run circles on your clit. Your legs wrap around his waist and he growls.
Your moans mix together in the most beautiful symphony as beads of sweat run down his forehead. Heâs desperate, and so are you.
The feelings explode inside both of you out of nowhere, making you scream out.
Your name falls from his lips over and over like heâs revering you, as he continues to thrust, riding out both of your orgasms.
When heâs done, he goes to the bathroom to grab a towel and cleans you up, his touch light and delicate, before he finally unties the fabric restraining you.
He lays next to you, cradling you into his chest.
âI should do this more often, this was fun. Just let me know if you ever donât feel sexy.â
You chuckle. âI donât know, I still have my doubts.â
He pulls away from you, an eyebrow cocked. âYou wanna go again?â
You shrug. âMaybe.â
"Sweetheart," he grins, tracing a hand down your hip, "I'll do this as many times as you need."
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a/n: idk how this happened. I got high and wrote this all in one sitting last night. lmk who you think I was thinking about while writing it⊠I gave a big hint tbh LMAOOOOO
warnings: smut, mdni18+, NO SPECIFIC MEMBERS MENTIONED!! CHOOSE YOUR OWN!! fem masturbation, sex toys, perversion, testosterone-headed bulls idk, mentions of breeding, peeping tom/voyeurism, brief lactation. everyone is just freaked out omfg... let me join? đ„ș
also have y'all seen the videos on catching print?? lol they kill me but the thought of staring at sexy prints inspired part of it HAHAHA.
You were a fresh and new show heifer, brought in from another farm that was the victim of a wildfire. Not much was said about your new farm aside from the fact that this was mainly for show bulls and not heifers, but you were still heavily surprised and intimidated when you got there and found out you were, in fact, the only heifer.
You stick to the stable hand's side as much as you can while you adapted to this new area, eventually getting more comfortable to venture off on your own. A little too comfortable, it seems, as you happen to stumble upon the bullpen all by yourself.
Testosterone burned through the air, almost as if it had seeped into the very core of the dark oak walls and out into the atmosphere. You watched with wide eyes as two bulls attempted to tackle one another, shirtless forms rustling in the dirt.
Seeing how their muscles rippled had you entranced; you were never able to see bulls up close like this, at your old farm or even at shows. It was a precaution for you heifers, you had assumed. Briefly, you remember your old stablemate, Lana, telling you horror stories of bulls taking advantage of show heifers, and to stay far, far away from any of them.
"They're nasty brutes!" she exclaimed, cupping your soft cheeks. "Promise me you'll never get near any bull, lord knows how they'll love to taint a pretty lil flower like yours."
A brief wave of sadness washes over you as you remember the girl; however, a sudden shiver takes you out of your head and back to reality, where you're met with the sight of two sharp eyes staring into your own.
Your ears pin and all the hairs on your body rise at the heavy feeling of the gaze. You were unable to move as his gaze raked down your form, then back up, your own eyes shifting down to his lips as a low whistle breezes through them.
That seemed to catch the attention of the roughhousers as they stop to look at the other bull, only for him to nod his head in your direction. The sudden feeling of 3 bulls' sights on you had dread dropping low in your stomach, although a warm flush began blooming alongside it. Subconsciously, you shift in your spot and your tail flicks behind you, feeling your pussy and brain suddenly be very responsive to the hormones flowing through the air.
They can sense it too, you assume, as you can practically see the air puffing out of their noses, gazes getting hungrier by the second. Your eyes shift to look back at the forms of the two shirtless men and take notice of something, well... things, now evident.
Things being the prints of their undoubtedly hard and big cocks. Shifting your eyes between them, mortification and curiosity nips at your chest, only for the latter to take control when your eyes land back on the sharp-eyed bull. He cocks a polished brow amusedly as he gestures his head down, a silent command to do as you had done with the other two.
Dumbly, you do as he says and your eyes blink once, twice, even a third time as you take in the print of his erect cock, struggling against the confines of his sand-ridden denim pants. He had to be the biggest of the three, and that was being generous.
The feeling of something warm cascading down your leg makes you recoil, mortification suddenly rooting itself back into your chest. There was no way you were leaking so easily, and in front of bulls, nonetheless. You curse yourself for forgoing panties this morning, opting for a linen babydoll dress to combat the unforgiving country heat.
You needed to get away, lest these bulls take wind of your arousal and pounce, so you turn and run, far from them and back into the safe space that is your barn.
Luckily, the rest of your day passes as smooth as it could be, the occasional thought of the bulls pulling a hefty shiver out of you. It was as if the images of them were burned into the backs of your eyelids, flashes of rippling muscle and hard cocks invading your mind the moment you rested your eyes for a bit too long.
Unfortunately, your body hadn't forgotten either, as your pussy wept constantly, causing you to put on a pair of panties, even changing them out once due to the amount of slick that was coming out.
Heaving out a sigh, you decide to call it an early night, too jumpy and erratic to sit still near anyone much longer. As you make the trek to your solitary barn, a shiver passes through you, causing you to halt for just a second. Your tail flicks back and forth and your ears pin in apprehension as a feeling reminiscent of the one you had earlier bubbles up. Suddenly, you feel as if someone was watching you.
Looking around as best you could in the near-fully set night, no figures nor shadows could be seen, so you continue on, convincing yourself it's just the heat playin tricks on your poor mind.
Deciding to forgo a normal indulgent bath, you hop in the shower just to get a quick rinse down before moisturizing and hopping into your luscious bed. Being a show heifer had its perks, such as being pampered with solo living spaces and treated like royalty by workers. You couldn't imagine the hell it would be to share one space like the bulls do.
The bulls.
Your mind drifts back to your earlier encounter and flashes of them flood your now closed eyelids. Feeling yourself begin to leak all over again, you let out a huff, propping yourself onto your elbows and looking around your candlelit room, eventually landing on a discreet box, set neatly under your vanity.
It was no secret what box that was, considering it was the farm that provided the items. Still, your heart raced as you went to pull it out, settling on the floor as the top opened. The sight of multiple dildos and vibrators greets you, all varying in size. You study them all, contemplating which ones to use, until a flash of sharp eyes and a heavy cock penetrates your brain. This seems to help you make up your mind as you make a quick grab of the biggest dildo and a pink bullet vibrator, adorned with a star on top.
You settle yourself back onto your bed, hiking up your nightdress in the process. Thanking yourself for foregoing panties this time, a moan of satisfaction echoes against the walls as you switch the vibe on, pressing it lightly against your already sensitive clit.
Bucking your hips against the toy, you allow yourself to indulge, imagining yourself rubbing against the bull's cock, trying to coerce it inside. The thought alone is enough to bring you to the brink of an orgasm quickly, only for the vibrator to shut off at the last moment.
A whine bubbles up and out of your throat as the buildup for your orgasm slowly ebbs away, replaced by an even more incessant hunger. Reaching over, you grab the silicone cock and feel your mouth water at the sight. Man, what you would do to have your mouth and pussy be filled, maybe those two bulls roughhousing would do the trickâno, not right now, you reprimand yourself and get back to the task at hand.
Shaking off any stray thoughts, your legs spread further as you slick up the toy with your essence, pressing forward once you think it's been coated sufficiently. A loud moan reverberates through the room as the toy rubs against your sensitive walls, and god, you're so grateful to be alone. Your tail thrashes beneath you as you push the toy to the hilt, satisfaction flowing through your veins at finally being filled.
You waste no time and set a quick pace, driving the toy in and out of your leaking cunt mercilessly. Your mind wanders once more, and suddenly it's not a toy fucking you, it's the sharp-eyed bull from earlier. You imagine him holding you down in a mating press, unable to move as he bullies his fat cock into your womb, using you for his pleasure. Albeit you haven't heard his voice, you imagine him telling you how he's going to breed you, fill you up with his seed nonstop until you're swollen with his fucking calf.
Your previously denied orgasm approaches once more, but this time you let yourself ride it out, hips and tail thrashing around as your cunt slobbers against the toy. You don't stop, he wouldn't have stopped, you reason with yourself, so you continue to push the toy in and out of your pussy, whining and crying as overstimulation burns through your veins.
"That's right, fuckin' take it.. This is what you're meant for, ain't it, darlin'? Made for takin' my cock.."
You could practically feel the bruising grip of his hands on you, holding you down as he drives his hips into yours, the wet squelch of your release amplifying the sounds you were making. A second orgasm approaches just as quickly as the first, and suddenly, white-hot pleasure shoots through your veins, nearly causing you to black out for a second.
You take a deep breath, regulating yourself before shifting slightly, feeling the toy partially slide out, along with more of your slick. Taking in the scene before you, you're shocked completely still at the sight of your tits, better yet your leaking tits.
Fucking yourself so hard you began to leak? That's a first.
A tentative hand reaches up and gives a tit a small squeeze, and you watch as more just dribbles out and down your stomach. You can feel your pussy clench with interest and immediately shake it off, moving to pull the toy out and set it on your nightstand, along with the vibrator. Your body was spent enough; you'll just have to ask a stablehand about it tomorrow morning.
Too tired to properly clean yourself, you simply blow the candle on your nightstand out before turning over and tucking yourself into the covers, falling into a quick slumber.
In the dead of the night, none other than the sharp-eyed bull stands on the other side of your studio barn, watching the scene unfold before his eyes. The sight of your pretty cunt and listening to your pretty moans had him rock hard, rutting against his palm to ease the pressure.
What he would give to just burst through the barn doors and give you the lovin', no, the fuckin' you deserve. Fill you with his seed and watch as you cum and leak milk all over. For now, he guesses he gotta be grateful you got put in this old barn, the cracks of the worn wood giving him the perfect view of anything you did.
When you pull the toy out, he watches on hungrily as your sweet cream leaks out of your pussy, a small gape accompanying it from how stretched your pussy was; subconsciously we allows him self to feel smug, because he knows he'll stretch you out even more on his own cock.
Once your barn grows dark, he finally allows himself to step away from the door and back to his own barn, where he spares no detail recounting his escapade to the other males. He eventually retires to his room only to jerk his cock off to the thought of your tight cunt milking him.
If one thing was for sure, you were gonna be their pretty little heifer, their flower, to take apart and rebuild time and time again, just you wait pretty girl.
tags: dom!jongho, quiet !!, semi public sex, fingering, creampie, manhandling, breeding kink if you squint, implied aftercare, not proofread
the dorm is a fucking circus.
seonghwaâs yelling about something burning in the kitchen, wooyoungâs cackling while chasing yeosang and san with a pillow, yunho and mingi are having a dance battle, and poor hongjoong is just sitting on the couch with his head in his hands.
youâre tucked against the wall, arms crossed, already feeling the headache creeping in behind your eyes. jongho notices, not saying anything at first, just brushing past you on his way to the fridge, but his pinky hooks around yours for half a second.
a minute later, heâs back with two cold water bottles in one hand, tipping his head toward the hallway. you follow the noise fading with every step, the roar of the living room becoming muffled thumping through the walls by the time you make it to his room.
you exhale as the door clicks shut.
jongho sets the water bottles on the dresser without looking away from you. âbetter?â he asks, voice soft.
you nod, swallowing, âyeah..â
he steps closer, backing you to the wall gently. his hand lifts, fingertips grazing your jaw before sliding back to cup the side of your neck. âyouâve been tense since this afternoon,â he murmurs, âcould feel it from across the room.â
you let out a shaky laugh, âeveryoneâs loud.. iâm just overstimulated.â
âmm,â his thumb strokes your jaw slower, âlet me fix it.â
jongho leans in, kissing you deeply, tongue sliding against yours in a way that always makes your knees weak. one hand plants on the wall beside your head, while the other slips up your shirt, warm palm flattening against your stomach.
you whimper into his mouth, causing him to pull back just enough to look at you. âquiet, baby,â he whispers, âdonât want them hearing how pretty sound for me.â
your hands fist in his hoodie, pulling him closer as you arch into him. jongho tugs your shirt up and off in one smooth motion, your nipples peaking when the cold air touches your chest. jongho groans low in his throat, palming one breast while his mouth finds the other. his tongue swirls, teeth grazing your nipple just enough to sting before sucking hard enough to sting.
âjongho-!â
âshh,â jongho hums as he switches sides, giving the same treatment to your other nipple. âlet me take care of you.â
his free hand works the button of your jeans open, slipping his hand inside your panties, cupping you and letting his middle finger slide through your slick folds.
âso wet already,â he mutters against yours skin. âbeen thinking about this, baby?â
you nod frantically, âyeah- yeah, please-â
he circles your clit, sinking one thick finger inside you, curling it enough to make you jerk against his hand. âfuck, youâre tight,â he breathes, adding a second finger. âgonna take my cock so well.â
he pumps his fingers deeper, thumb finding your clit again, rubbing messy circles while he captures you in a filthy kiss, swallowing every little sound you make.
you drip down his wrist, the wet sounds echoing in the room every time he fucks his fingers into you. âgonna cum like this?â he murmurs against your lips, voice rough. âjust on my fingers while everyone is a few rooms over?â you nod desperately, rocking your hips into his hand.
âgood girl,â he smirks as he speeds up, thumb pressing perfectly against yours clit.
you cum hard, thighs shaking as your back arches off the wall, mouth open in a silent scream, clenching around his fingers over and over. jongho works you through it as he presses soft kisses along your jaw until you slump against him, panting.
jongho spins you around, bending you forward until your arms brace against the wall. he pulls your jeans and panties down to your thighs as he unzips his own pants, letting the blunt head of his cock nudge at you instantly.
he rubs the tip through your folds, coating himself in your slick as he teases your swollen clit.
âjongho- please-!â you whine, trying to push back into him.
âshh, baby.â he murmurs as he slides one hand up your spine, pressing between your shoulder blades, the other hand gripping your hip. âgonna fill you up nice and slow.â
he sinks into you inch by inch, stretching you open. you feel every ridge, until his hips are flush against your ass. âfuck,â he hisses. âso fucking tight. always so perfect for me.â
jongho slowly drags out of you before thrusting back in hard, hitting that spot that makes your vision go white. he leans over you, chest to your back, âyou feel that?â he breathes, âfeel how deep i am? gonna ruin this little pussy so good.â
you whimper as he speeds up, the sound of slapping skin filling the room. one hand snakes around to find your clit again, rubbing fast little circles with every thrust. âneed you to cum again, princess,â he orders, voice ragged. âcum on my cock. let me feel it.â
youâre already close, the angle and his fingers along with the filthy praise has you falling over the edge quickly. you clench so hard around him, enough for him to curse and stutter his hips as he fucks you through it.
jongho pulls out suddenly, flipping you around and pulling your legs around his waist, back against the wall again. he slides back in with one brutal thrust, pulling a loud cry from your lips.
his hand clamps over your mouth. âquiet, baby,â he pants. âdonât want wooyoung to walk in here while iâm this deep in you.â
he fucks you hard and fast, chasing his own release, forehead pressed to yours as he locks eyes with you. âgonna cum inside,â he warns. âgonna fill you up. make sure you feel me for days.â
you nod frantically, nails scraping his shoulders. âplease- please-!â
he slams into you one more time before he cums with a broken groan, spilling inside you so much it leaks out around his cock, dripping down your thighs. he keeps rocking into you slowly, milking every last drop before he finally stills.
jongho kisses you softly, hand cradling the back of your head, âbetter?â he whispers again.
you laugh breathlessly against his mouth, âso much better.â
SUMMARY | You're a bestselling author known for your steamy erotic novels, but in your personal life, youâre stuck in a major case of writer's block. That is, until you move into a new apartment and quite literally fall into the arms of your neighbor, Choi Jongho.
PAIRINGS |Â Jongho x Reader
RATING |  Mature, NSFW, EXPLICIT, MDNI, 18+, Any Minors and Ageless Blogs will be blocked
GENRE |Â smut, fluff, romance, comedyÂ
CONTENT/WARNINGS | non-idol au, age gap (older woman younger man), profanity, flirting, teasing, reader is an erotic romance writer and a massive flirt, reader is more sexually experienced, dates, protective and unprotective sex (wrap it up ya'll), oral sex (both receiving, giving), dirty talk, lots of kissing, skin biting/nibbling, hair pulling, fingering, head squeezing, riding, skin pinching, multiple positions, breast play, creampies,
NETWORKS | Â @k-vanity @ksmutsociety @keopihaus @cosyhomenet @eighteez-net
AUTHORâS NOTE |Â Â Finally managed to edit this one. I originally wrote this for another idol (Mark) but I figured Jongho would be a great fit for the vibe for this one instead. Tagging my fellow Jongho lovers @redemptions and @moooonandroses because you both love anything with Jongho haha. I hope you all enjoy reading this. đ
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âIâm officially moving into that apartment I was telling you about. Visit me on your next day off,â you mutter into the phone as you watch the movers unload the couch from the truck and move it up the stairs to your new apartment. âMingi and Yunho said that they were going to stop by and help.â
Here you were. Starting to make a name for yourself.
Finally.
After a hit of continuous bestsellers, you finally earned enough to move out of that dingy studio you lived in and into an affordable yet cozy three bedroom apartment. Why three bedrooms when itâs just you moving in? One was a guest bedroom for when you had friends over and the other was to make it into your office space for when you were working on novels.
âPlease be careful and donât get hurt,â you say as you watch the movers. Seeing that they were okay with the heavy furniture, you make your way back down the stairs to the moving van trying to figure out what you can grab. âJoong-ah, I have to let you go. I need to finish moving and unpacking. Yes, Iâll let you know when I finish so we can grab dinner. Sure, the guys can come too.â
You end the call with your brother-in-law and lightly shake your head, a smile on your face. When your younger sister, Jinkyung, decided to marry Kim Hongjoong, a manager at the publishing company that took you as a client and made it big for you, you were worried. Yet they had been together for years now and are very much in love with each other. Despite being 10 years younger than you, Hongjoong was a nag and overprotective when he was around. You can't wait to see him later for dinner so you can catch up. Last you heard, he and your sister were expecting their first child.
Now where to start? You look at the boxes that are on the ground and decide to pick up a moderately sized box. Slowly making your way up to your new apartment, you make small steps up the stairs, slightly scolding yourself for picking a box that was actually larger than you thought, though it wasnât heavy. You softly curse yourself, not being able to see the stairs unless you lean your head to the side. âDamn. I should have gotten the other box instead.â
You continue to grumble, only slightly hearing a group of raucous chatter coming into the lobby. You hear the pitter patter of footsteps running up the stairs, careful not to bump into you. Only half of your attention on your surroundings and more on the stairs and box, you miss a step and your life flash before your eyes.
Great, you can already see the headlines.
Bestselling author, Mimi, passed away after moving into her new home.
Fuck.
You start to fall backwards, the box flying across the lobby. Your eyes are closed, ready for the concussion heading your way but it didnât come. Did you die already?
Wait⊠Are those arms wrapped around your waist?
âAre you okay? You almost had a nasty fall there,â a voice says. You open your eyes to look up at your rescuer.
Oh man, look at that face. Is he single?
âMiss?â
Who is this cute man and why does he look so familiar? Did you know him from anywhere? You'd remember if you knew a cute looking younger man. Is he one of Hongjoongâs friends?
The man continues to look down at you in concern. His large hands are around your waist and your chests are pressed somewhat intimately. There's something about him that draws you in. Is it because he's cute?
âMiss, are you okay?â He asks again.
You push yourself away from the man and look down, biting on your lower lip. âY-yes. Thank you for catching me before I fell.â
âItâs no problem but I donât think your box got lucky,â he mutters, scratching at the back of his head. He's averting his attention from the contents of the box and you notice that his cheeks were a bit flushed.
You look down at the lobby floor and your eyes widen. Your bras and panties are scattered about and you rush down the stairs to gather them up and throw them back in the box. No wonder he looked all shy! âIâm so embarrassed now.â
âLet me help,â the man says, coming to stoop at your level. He pauses as he sees that your underwear is all lace and satin and draws his hand back to the top of his head to scratch it again. âOn second thought⊠Iâll let you do it. Considering that itâs your intimates.â
âThanks for trying to help,â you let out a little chuckle, hints of pink coming to your cheeks. âBut I definitely got it.â
As you're gathering your stuff, the man has a small smile on his face and he can't help but whisper, âCute.â
âDid you say something?â You ask, only to have him turn his head away.
âAh no,â he shakes his head. âBy the way, Iâm Jongho. Choi Jongho.â
âOh, Iâmââ Before you could finish, a hand was extended to you.
âHere,â you take it and look up at the person the limb belongs to. âAre you okay?â
Oh. Who's this hottie? He's tall and looks imposing in the dark business suit he wears.
You nod, your voice catching in your throat. âI-Iâm okay. Thank you.â
âThank god Jongho was slow to catch up,â another voice calls out and you see a trio of men making their way to you. The man who spoke, lets out a relieved sigh, a hand clutching his chest in worry.
âYou could have been seriously hurt,â the man in the business suit says, stooping low to pick up some sort of garment that is laying on the floor.
âThank you. My first day in my new apartment building and I have this mishap. Must be my lucky day. I must have been a saint in my past to be able to bask in this moment,â you manage to say, a smile on your lips as you make a joke. âIâm Y/N by the way.â
âIâm Park Seonghwa,â the taller man introduces himself. He points at the men at the foot of the stairs. âThe one that's glad youâre okay is Kang Yeosang. The other two is Choi San and Jung Wooyoung. Theyâre roommates.â
"Nice to meet you," you call out to the three men as they wave at you.
âAnd I see youâve met my coworker, Jongho, already,â Seonghwa points to the man that rescued you.
âWell, itâs nice to meet you neighbors,â you chuckle, noticing that Seonghwa is holding one of your sheer nightgowns. âOh, thatâs mine.â
After realizing what he picked up, Seonghwa hands you the garment. âWhat floor are you on? Just so we can stop by and help with anything you need.â
âIâm on the second floor,â you answer.
âNo way! Weâre on the second floor too!â Wooyoung beams at you.
âWhat apartment are you in?â San asks you out of curiosity.
You look at him with wide eyes. âOh! Iâm in 2B.â
San exchanged glances with this roommates and Jongho. You can't help but notice a mischievous glint in his eyes. âWeâre neighbors! Yeosang, Wooyoung and I are down the hall in 2A and Jongho over there is across the hall from you in 2C.â
âSeonghwa-hyung is on the first floor,â Yeosang adds in, the older one nodding his head. âHeâs in 1B which is right under yours.â
âBy the way, what year were you born in?â Seonghwa asks, stuffing his hands in his pocket.
âOh, I was born in 1988,â you smile.
âOh! So you're older than all of us,â Seonghwa nods, a wide smile on his lips. "I'm '98, the roommates' are '99, and Jongho is 2000."
Oh. So you're twelve years older than the big cutie, huh? How can you have an attraction to someone so much younger? He probably won't find you attractive. What 20-something year old man would want someone nearing her 40s?
Before the mood could dampen, Yeosang asks, âIs today moving day? Do you need help? We all just came back from lunch, so we have time to kill.â
âIâd like that. Thank you,â you exclaim, a big smile on your face. âSeems like I chose the perfect day to move in.â
Jongho blinks a few times before taking the box in your hands. âAnd IâŠ.will take this from you.â
âYeah, especially since he already saw whatâs inside,â Wooyoung wiggles his eyebrows teasingly.
You cast your eyes down, a small hint of red coming to your cheeks. You can't believe that your neighbors saw your underwear. You see the others pick up some boxes and they start to make their way towards the stairs when more noises came into the apartment building.
âNoonaaaa~â Came a screech, you knowing all too well who it is. You're engulfed in a hug by your brother-in-law. âThe guys and I are here to help you move!â
âJoong-ah!â You slap Hongjoong's back. âYou said you were busy! I thought Jinkyung was due any second?â
âNah, Jinkyung shooed me away because I was hovering over her. I ran into Mingi and Yunho along the way," Hongjoong explains, the other two men behind him wave excitedly at you. Noticing the other men that surround you, Hongjoongâs eyes widen. âOh, Jongho, Seonghwa. Nice to see you outside of the office.â
WaitâŠthat explains why Jongho looks so familiar. He works with Hongjoong! You also didnât know that Seonghwa is an employee for the company as well. Mingi and Yunho would have told you something since they also work at the publishing company.
âHey there Hongjoong,â Seonghwa calls out, âItâs nice to see you too.â
âWhy are you here?â Hongjoong asks, before pointing at you. âHow do you know my older sister-in-law?â
âWaitâŠâ Seonghwa wrinkles his eyebrows in confusion. âSister-in-law?â
âDidnât I tell you at the last company get together that I had a sister-in-law?â Hongjoong nods before turning to look at the two men next to him. âMingi, Yunho. I did mention my sister-in-law, didnât I?â
âDo you have to do this again?â you purse your lips.
âItâs a small world isnât it?â Yunho chuckles, patting Seonghwaâs back.
Mingi came forward to give you a hug. âCongratulations on your new place. Youâll give me the grand tour later, right?â
You roll your eyes and playfully swat his arm.
âHey, Hongjoong-hyung. Weâre helping your sister move too,â Jongho nods his head and gestures to the box he's holding. Hongjoong moves to grab the box but Jongho shakes his head. âItâs okay. I got this one.â
âCrazy how we're gathered her and it's not the office,â Hongjoong says, both Seonghwa and Jongho laughing.
You can't help but bite your bottom lip. How crazy is it that your neighbors knew your brother-in-law and work with him? âThank you for the help everyone! Letâs get things moving and Iâll treat everyone to dinner. Deal?â
âDeal!â Wooyoung and San calls out, moving to grab the boxes that are waiting to be moved.
âHow funny is it that you moved into the same building as these guys?â Hongjoong gestures to Jongho and Seonghwa.
You look at the two men as they lug your boxes upstairs. You shrug, âGot lucky I guess. I didnât even know they worked at the company and lived here.â
âShould I move in too?â Yunho calls out, a teasing hint in his voice. Hongjoong hushes him, trying to prevent him from locking his arms with yours.
âI forbid it!â Hongjoong teasingly retorts, Mingi letting out a chuckle. âI absolutely forbid any of you guys to be with my sister-in-law.â
âYouâre no fun,â Mingi says, picking up a floor lamp. âItâll be fun.â
Hongjoong retaliates by throwing a pillow. You grab the pillow from the floor, only to throw it back at your brother.
âYah! Donât be throwing my pillows!â You huff, moving to walk up the stairs and leading the way to your apartment.
Jongho shakes his head, a smile on his lips, as he watches you stomp your way to your door. âCute.â
âHowâs your novel coming along, Y/N?â Mingi asks, stuffing his face with rice.
The group is situated at a large table in one of the restaurants that Hongjoong recommended near the apartment. After moving all the boxes to your apartment, and as promised, you all went out to dinner.
âI got nothing. Iâm trying to research but Iâm not sure what my next novel should be,â you frown, stabbing into a piece of meat you cut.
âYou write novels?â Jongho asks, looking at you. âWhat kind of stories do you write?â
âErotic novels,â Hongjoong mutters as he chews on his rice. He never understood why you write erotic novels and when he asked one day, you answered that sex sells.
Choking on his food, San looks at you. âE-erotic novels?â
âSo like soft porn for women?â Wooyoung asks, eyebrows furrowed.
âItâs nothing like porn,â you scoff, giving the man a dirty look. âIâm not that crazy to be writing porn.â
âBut isnât it technically? I mean youâre writing about men and women having sex.â Yeosang says nonchalantly.
Yunho laughs, almost choking on his water. He gives you a grin. âI mean heâs kind of right. Iâve read a few of your novels and you seem like a pro at it.â
âOh. So youâre a pro?â Seonghwa looks deep in thought next to you. He swings an arm around your chair and leans close. âShall we test it out?â
Choking on your food with wide eyes, you lean further away from the handsome man. âI donât know what youâre talking about!â
As if. You would love to get your hands on him. You wonât admit it to anyone though.
âIâm kidding!â Seonghwa lets out a chuckle upon seeing your reaction and wiggles his eyebrows. âOr am I?â
âSeonghwa, are you trying to flirt with my sister-in-law?â Hongjoong asks, a glimmer of hope in his eye. âPlease take her. Iâll give her to you if it means my wife stops bugging me to set her up with someone.â
âYah!â You call out, the rest of the guys laughing. âWhat the hell? Iâm going to tell Jinkyung what you said.â
âIâd rather have one of my coworkers or those three," he points at the roommates, "than see you with someone I disapprove of.â Hongjoong scoffs and rolls his eyes. âHave you met some of the guys that Jinkyung wants you to meet? A bunch of pervs.â
âHongjoong, Iâm sure my sister wouldnât set me up with someone like that,â you laugh. âShe loves me and so far, not all the guys Iâve met were pervs.â
Both Mingi and Yunho let out a small smile that Hongjoong didnât catch. He wouldnât be too happy with that. You werenât going to tell Hongjoong that you younger sister set you up on dates with them. And slept with them on multiple occasions.
As you watched the others enjoy their food and caught up on a lot of things, you can't help but think of your relationships with Mingi and Yunho. You're a novelist that specialize in erotic romance novels. Of course your research is mostly sex related since you'd have sex with Mingi or Yunho when you were in a deep rut or when you needed some motivation. But you aren't going to go around and tell people that you have sex with your âresearchâ just for your sex scenes.
And now that Seonghwa brought up the subject of wanting to test it out, you're ready to get your hands on him. The question is how would you get him alone? Your libido is starting to act up again and at this moment, he's the only man nearest to you that you wanted his help. You shake your head and glance at the man next to you. Seonghwa is clearly an attractive man. He's tall like Mingi and Yunho, and you sure he has the body of a god. Yeosang, San and Wooyoung are also attractive, and you wouldn't mind sleeping with those three if given the chance.
And then there's that cute man, Jongho.
Every since you found out that he's one of your brotherâs employees and that he's also an aspiring writer, you're instantly attracted to him. That attraction increased ten-fold when he took off his cardigan to move those boxes up to your apartment, his toned biceps catching your attention. You want to touch his biceps. There's something about a big, toned body that's always sensual to you. You imagine caressing a big chest, hands clutching at a broad, sweaty backâŠ
âY/N, you okay?â Mingi calls out.
You snap back to reality and nod your head. âOh, sorry. I was just deep in thought.â
Yunho, who's sitting on your other side, leans in to whisper. âWhat perverted thoughts are you thinking about?â
You elbow him. âNone of your business, sir.â
Yunho lets out a chuckle. âI know that face anywhere. Whoâs your newest research subject? One of the guys here?â
You cough in response, giving him the stink eye.
âResearch?â Wooyoung asks, his chopsticks in midair. âWhat kind of research?â
âYeah, noona,â Hongjoong looks at you. âWhat kind of research?â
âNothing you guys need to know,â you look away. You pull out your wallet and place a few bills on the table before getting up from your seat. âYou guys can continue without me. Iâm gonna head back home now. I still have a lot to unpack!â
âOh! I just remembered that I need to work on something,â Jongho jumps from his seat, grabbing his cardigan. He turns to you. âIâll walk you home, if thatâs okay with you?â
âIâd like that,â you nod, grabbing your purse.
Saying your goodbyes and promising Wooyoung that he could come and help you unpack tomorrow, you and Jongho left the restaurant. It's dark out already and the weather is getting a bit chilly. Noticing how you're wearing just a t-shirt, Jongho places his cardigan over your shoulders. You look up at him and he lets out a smile.
âSo⊠is Hongjoong, right?â Jongho asks as you both walk towards the apartment building. âThat you write erotic novels?â
You run your fingers through your hair. âYeah. Iâm actually one of the best selling authors at this moment in the romance genre.â
"Wow, that's amazing," Jongho lets out a small laugh and hooks his fingers in his pockets. âIâd like to read some of your works, if thatâs okay. Do you go by your real name or a pen name, noona?â
âMy pen name is Mimi. And you don't have to call me noona. Just call me by my name,â you smile, surprised that he wants to actually read your stuff. âI actually have the manuscripts for the novels in one of the boxes back home. Not a lot of men want to read romantic, girly stuff. So Iâm a bit surprised that youâd want to read them.â
âHey, I wouldnât mind it at all,â Jongho chuckles. âThis gives me a chance to broaden my horizon. Plus, Iâd like to be close to a famous author.â
Close huh? Youâd take that. It isn't Seonghwa like you wanted but you managed to be alone with the specimen with the glorious biceps. You can look past the fact that Jongho's twelve years younger than you. But nevertheless, he's still a man.
A big, broad manâŠ
And when men and women are together⊠You shake your head. You just met him and youâre already thinking of doing things to him. You twiddle your thumbs, trying to control your hands from not touching those biceps next to you.
Fuck, you knew younger men are trouble.
As you neared the front door of the apartment building, you slow down in your tracks. Jongho turns to you, concern on his face. âYou okay?â
You let out a small smile and nod. âJust tired.â
He gives a slight nod and opens the door to the building, gesturing for you to walk in first. Making your way up the stairs to the second floor, Jongho can't help but glance at you. He can't believe that Hongjoong has such a pretty younger sister. Upon first meeting you, he instantly thought youâd be everyoneâs type. You're pretty cute and seem fun to talk to. He thought you were innocent but when Hongjoong mentioned that you wrote erotic novels, he was intrigued.
Heâs never met a novelist that write erotic fiction. How exactly do you write your scenes, particularly the ones involving sex? Do youâŠno you couldnât. Did you?
You're in front of his door when he turns to you. âHey, Y/N?â
âYes?â You stop when he calls you by your name softly.
âDo you want to meet Tree?â
âTree?â You blink several times.
âAh, my dog,â Jongho says as he notices your confused face.
Jongho wants you to meet his dog? âYou want me to meet your dog?â
Jongho nods. âWell yeah. I figured since weâre neighbors, youâll be seeing Tree around often. Might as well start now.â
âSure. Iâd like to meet your dog,â you chuckle. He's kind of right. You're going to be neighbors and it does make sense to meet his dog.
He laughs when he sees the expression on your face and unlocks his door. He gestures for you to go in first. âLadies first.â
Your first thought as you walk into a single manâs home is that it's nice and tidy. You're relatively surprised since most of your ex-boyfriends had dirty houses. Taking off your shoes at the entrance of the doorway, you can't help but feel conscious of Jongho standing behind you. Is he checking you out by any chance? You aren't exactly dressed to impress at the moment. Why are you feeling so self conscious?
As soon as Jongho takes off his shoes, you hear the little pitter patter of tiny feet. You're greeted to the sight of Jonghoâs adorable dog, Tree, greeting her father at the front door. âOh my god! Sheâs so cute!â You call out, Tree looking up with curiosity. âCan I pet her?â
Jongho chuckles, seeing your reaction. âHelp yourself. Are you thirsty? Would you like some water?â
âWater is good, thank you,â you say as you stoop low to shake paws with the dog. âOh youâre so cute! Cute just like your dad.â
Cute, huh? Itâs been a long time since someone called him cute. Jongho lets out a little chuckle as he pulls out two bottles of water before joining you and his fur child. He hands the water over to you, a small thanks escaping your lips, before turning his attention to Tree. âTree, this is Y/N. Sheâs our new neighbor and friend, so be nice. Okay?â
Tree looks up at her dad, her tail wagging as if she's saying that she's in agreement. Both you and Jongho continue to play with the pup until you remember that you're going to let him read one of the manuscripts. Getting up from the floor, you bid your farewell to Tree and walk over to your apartment across the hall, Jongho trailing behind.
âI know itâs here somewhereâŠâ you mutter as you ruffle through a box. Looking up at Jongho, you gesture to the couch. âTake a seat. I know the manuscript is here somewhere. I just saw it.â
Jongho takes a seat on the couch and watches as you search through the boxes. He can't help but run his eyes over the length of your body. You have a nice body he can tell, despite wearing clothes that are too big. Taking a deep breath, Jongho looks away from you to take in the rest of the apartment.
âOh, I found it!â You exclaim and join him on the couch. You hand the manuscript over to him. âHere you go.â
âThanks. Iâll take a read when I get back to my apartment,â Jongho chuckles.
âSay Jongho-ssiâŠâ
âJongho," Jongho mutters, a small smile on his lips. âJust Jongho. Youâre older than me and Iâd like it if you just call me Jongho. You donât have to be so formal.â
"If you say so," you let out a little laugh. âBut okay, Jongho. Can you help me with something?â
âSure. Whatâs up?â
âIâm suffering from a case of writerâs block lately and I donât know what to write nowadays. I need a new, fresh approach. Some new research.â
âResearch?â
You smile. Leaning back on the couch, you stretch your arms. âI need a new concept. So far all my novels involve a rich guy and poor girl who falls in love with each other.â
âWhat kind of concept?â Jongho raises an eyebrow. You let out the briefest of a laugh and before Jongho knows it, you're straddling his lap. âW-what?!â
âYouâre a smart guy, so Iâm sure you kind of guessed my relationship with Mingi and Yunho,â you rest a on his shoulder. You can feel how tense he is. âJongho, do you want to have sex with me?â
âWaitâŠwhat?!â Jongho looks at you with wide eyes. You're crazy right?
âCome on, Jongho,â you whine. âMy bodyâs been feeling all sorts of things because of Seonghwaâs stupid teasing earlier.â
âWhat if the others find out?â
âWhose to say that I wonât ask them the same thing?â You reply back. You wiggle a bit in his lap, your eyes wide when you realized the effect you have on him. âSee? I know you want this.â
âAny man would react the same when a beautiful woman is sitting in his lap,â Jongho mutters, his eyes refusing to look at you.
âI saw the way you looked at me earlier,â you mutter, hands running down his arms. âI wonât tell, if you donât.â
It takes all of Jonghoâs strength and focus to lift you off his lap. âLook Y/N, youâre very pretty and Iâm flattered you want to have sex with me⊠But we just met a few hours ago. Do you really want to do this?â
âWhy not?â You answer, crossing your arms over your chest. âIf not you, then Iâll ask one of the others. Besides, itâs also for reasearch purposes. I canât write a sex scene unless I have sex with someone. Why do you think I have that kind of relationship with Mingi and Yunho?â
âWhy not continue with them?â Jongho asks.
âThey live too far,â you state matter-of-factly. âPlus⊠I have a feeling that Hongjoong knows that Iâm sleeping with them.â
âAnd you donât think heâll know if I sleep with his little sister? Heâs my boss, you know,â Jongho frowns. He looks at you. âI need this job.â
âJongho, you donât need to work at my brotherâs company to be a great writer.â
âSays the bestseller,â Jongho runs a hand through his hair. âLookâŠI need some time to think.â
âOkay,â you mutter with a sigh. âBut if you take too long with your answer then Iâm going to pick one of the other guys.â
âShe asked you what?â Wooyoung barks the next day.
Seonghwa, Jongho, Yeosang, San and Wooyoung decides to meet up for lunch at one of the cafes next to the apartment building. Jongho's recounting last nightâs events to his friends. Wooyoung shakes his head when his friend told him that he rejected the pretty female. âBro, how could you refuse her?â
âI wouldâve tapped that, if Iâm being honest,â Seonghwa nods his head. âSheâs cute, she seems fun to talk to⊠who cares if sheâs slept with other guys before.â
San agrees. âYeah. I like a woman who knows what she wants. Iâm pretty sure Y/N knows what she wants.â
âShe said sheâll come to one of us if you refuse her, right?â Yeosang asks, Jongho nodding. âHmmâŠif my friend of the same age needs help with âresearchâ, Iâll be down to assist.â
âBut we just met her,â Jongho mutters. âSure, she affected me sitting in my lap but we just met. Plus sheâs Director Kim's younger sister!â
âWho cares if sheâs Hongjoongâs sister?â Seonghwa scoffs. âThe woman is hot.â
âDidnât Mr Kim say that he wanted one of his employees with his sister instead of the ones his wife picks out?â San chuckles. âShe looks very close to your coworkers, Mingi and Yunho.â
âIs she sleeping with one of them?â Wooyoung asks. âThe tension was weird among them last night.â
Jongho nods. âYeah, she is. According to her, she doesnât want to continue their relationship because Hongjoong probably caught onâŠPlusâŠâ
âPlus what?â Yeosang looks at his friend with a confused look.
âHow do I put this the right way?â Jongho thinks. He looks at his friends and before he can mutter anything, he notices the door to the cafe open and in walks you. âAh shit.â
âJongho!â You make your way towards them and squeeze into the seat next to Seonghwa and Wooyoung. âGood to see you. Have you decided?â
âUmâŠâ Jongho scratches the back of his head, eyes looking away.
âSo Y/N,â Seonghwa begins, noticing how your hand is sneakingly running up his thigh. "Instead of Jongho, why not me?â
âAre you sure youâll be a good research subject for me?â You smile at him, your eyes running down the length of his body. You look at the roommate trio. âWhat about you San? Yeosang? Wooyoung?â
âIâm game,â Wooyoung lets out a small chuckle, his eyes twinkling with mischief. Yeosang and San nods in agreement. âThis will be fun.â
âOh, it will be,â you wink at them. âI always make sure of it. Be ready to have your sexcapades in my next novel, boys.â
âYesâŠright thereâŠâ A soft groan escape your lips.
âRight here?â Jongho asks you, his voice low and husky.
âGod yes! Right there!â
If people were to pass by in the hallways, they'd have gotten the wrong impression. With a deep sigh and clearly out of words, you're laying on your back on the sofa, your feet propped on one of your neighborâs laps. Jongho looks over at you, his hand caressing one of your calves. He watches as your chest rose up and down, as if you're trying to catch your breath.
âGeezes woman,â Jongho begins as his fingers work their magic, âWhat in the world did you do that you ended up with a leg cramp?â
âSan made me exercise with him this morning. I havenât worked out in a long time, so my muscles arenât used to it,â you cover your eyes with your arm. You prop yourself up with your elbows. âWhy do you guys torture yourself with exercise?â
âTo look good and stay healthy?â Jongho replies with a question, his eyes darting towards the front door as Seonghwa makes his way in. He gives you a wry smile.
âOh, stop whining, Y/N,â San strolls into the living room with what looks like clean clothes on. âNot like you did that much exercising anyway. You kept looking at my chest and feeling up my arms.â
âWho told you to work out with no shirt on today?â You throw a pillow at San. âWhen an attractive half-naked man presents himself in front of someone, who wouldnât take the opportunity to look and feel?â
âJust like when a very attractive woman sits in a manâs lap and gives him a boner?â Jongho exclaims from next to you. âAre you saying I should have taken advantage of it?â
âI mean you could have,â you shrug, grabbing his hands so that he can continue massaging your calves. âYouâre just being jealous because you caught me kissing Yeosang last night.â
âWho told you guys to make out at the stairwell?â Wooyoung asks, shaking his head. âThere are people who use the stairs you know.â
âI couldnât resist!â You frown. âItâs all his fault for wearing a sleeveless shirt and just looking so good.â
âThatâs what you said when you pulled Seonghwa into your apartment the other day!â Jongho retorts. âThe man came out of your apartment with hickies all over his neck.â
âI know he enjoyed it though,â you wink at Seonghwa. âDidnât you Hwa?â
âIâm happy to be of service,â Seonghwa nods, hair falling into his eyes. âBut you know we didnât do anything but kiss, right?â
âSo any progress on your novel?â Yeosang interrupts from the dining table, looking up from his phone.
With a grunt, you sit up on the couch and give him a frown. âKind of? Iâll have more inspiration if Jongho just gives in.â
After your proposition from the other week, you'd hang out at every chance you got. If the men werenât busy with work and other things, they'd have taken every chance to spend time with you. Seonghwa would sneak you into his apartment every now and then to eat lunch and dinner with you. Wooyoung would be in your apartment under the guise of helping to proofread your manuscripts and help edit. Jongho, despite the awkward tension from that first day, lets you hang out at his apartment to play with Tree. And San and Yeosang would often invite you to the gym.
Today, you decide to reconvene to the trio roommate's apartment after your exhausting activity at the gym. When you got to their unit, Jongho and Wooyoung were already there since they needed to talk to wach other about a party they were invited to. San and Yeosang went to get changed and you flopped on the couch next to Jongho. Before you knew it, you were suffering from a leg cramp.
âJongho,â you whine, gaining Jonghoâs attention. He looks down at you, his eyes filled with concern. âJongho, my legs still hurt.â
âOkay, okay,â Jongho replies, his fingers continuing to knead and caress your skin. âFeel better?â
âUnbelievable,â San shakes his head, watching his friend give in to your wants and needs. San wasnât going to admit it, but he did feel a bit jealous of all the attention that Jongho was giving you. âSheâs got Jongho wrapped around her finger.â
âIâm a bit jealous,â Wooyoung mutters from the kitchen table, putting his phone down and watching. âWhy wasnât I sitting on the couch? I could have been the one touching her.â
âYouâll get your time, Wooyoung,â Seonghwa chuckles, sitting on the floor in front of you. His back against the cushions, he felt your slender fingers trace circles on his back. âY/N, if you keep doing that, Iâll take you right here in front of the others.â
âWhat if thatâs what I want, Seonghwa?â You say, fingers still tracing along his back.
Seonghwa raises an eyebrow. âOh? Iâm sure our pretty noona would make lots of beautiful noisesâŠâ
âAnd what noises will you all make?â You ask.
Seonghwa turns his head to look at you. âI donât know about the others, but I make noises that will drive you mad with want.â
Jongho raises an eyebrow, watching the blatant flirting in front of his eyes. Still massaging your legs, his fingers wanders further up your thigh, almost caressing your hips. âHey, Iâm touching your bare legs here and you want Seonghwa instead of me?â
You shake your head, sitting up to pout at Jongho. You're all too aware that he's touching you in places you want to be touched. You curse all the layers of clothing that blocks their path. âIâve been wanting you, Jongho. Since the first day I met you.â
Jongho lets out a small sigh of a chuckle before leaning to whisper in your ear. âYouâre still saying that stuff? Want me to remedy it?â
Your ears starts to turn a shade pink. Biting your lower lip, you let out a small nod. Seeing that this was all the permission he needs, Jongho rises from the couch, grabs your hand, and pulls you towards the front door.
âWhere are you taking her?!â Yeosang calls out, rising from his seat at the kitchen table.
âBack to her apartment,â Jongho responds with mirth. He winks at his friends. âThe next time you see her, it wonât be for a few hours.â
âNow what are you planning, Choi Jongho?â You ask the man that pulls you out of the trio roommateâs apartment. With your hand still in his, he pulls you towards your apartment door, asks for the door code and once the door was open, he ushers you inside. âJongho?â
âShhhâŠâ Jongho hushes you, steering you towards your couch. He sits you down and goes straight towards the wall that you share with the trio roommates. He presses his ears against the wall, straining to hear what his friends are saying.
âHow the hell is Jongho the first one?â Jongho hears San mutter. âI thought I was her favorite!â
âI thought I was her favorite,â Wooyoung mutters. Even though he can't see him, Jongho knows that he's frowning.
âSeems like Jongho is her favorite since she stared at him with her sex-craved eyes,â Yeosang says.
âSeriously, who could resist me?â Seonghwa sighs. "Y/N, apparently."
âJongho?â
Jongho turns to you and gives you a small smile. He gestures to the wall that you share with the trio roommates. âSeems like theyâre mad that youâve chosen me instead of them.â
You laugh and pat the seat next to you. âIt was always going to be you regardless.â
âWhy do you say that?â Jongho asks as he sits next to you. âDon't you like the others?â
âItâs not that I donât like them,â you shrug. âTheyâre great guys and Iâm attracted to them butâŠThey all seem like trouble and a distraction.â
âBut you'd rather distract me?â Jongho raises his eyebrows.
âYouâre different, Choi Jongho,â you lay a hand on his arm. âIâve been drawn to you from the moment you saved me from falling.â
Jongho chuckles, a hand running through his hair. âYouâre just saying that.â
âNo, itâs true, you give him a smile. You sigh and lay your head against the back of the couch. âThank you for saving me, Jongho.â
âItâs no problem,â Jongho lets out a small laugh and turns to you. âIâm curious about something. Were you always like this? You know, always sexual?â
âIn all honesty, Iâve never been this kind of girl. The kind that thinks about sex all the time,â you sigh, your hand covering your eyes. âI guessâŠit all started when I was trying to break out into the romance genre. It was hard for me to write about love, much less realistic sex scenes.â
Jongho gives you a soft look. For the past few days that heâs met you, heâs never seen you look so vulnerable, so lost. âHow did that change? You became a bestseller with no problem.â
You let out a laugh. âMy editorâŠsuggested that I fall in love with someone and sleep with them.â
Jongho raises an eyebrow. âAnd did that work?â
âSex is easy,â you laugh and gave him a small smile. âFalling in love? Not so much.â
Jongho can tell that your smile isn't exactly a smile. Behind that smile, is loneliness and he thought perhaps you only seek sexual intimacy not just for research but because you're craving for love. âHey, I have an idea.â
You look at him, feeling his hand holding yours. âHmm?â
âWhyâŠdonât we go on dates first?â Jongho suggests. âIâm sure weâd have great sexual chemistry but Iâd like to take you out on dates and stuff.â
âOh?â You mutter, raising an eyebrow. âAnd whyâs that?â
âWell, you said sex was easy,â Jongho gives you a small grin. âYou said love was hard but maybe you werenât looking in the right places.â
âAnd youâll think Iâll fall in love with you?â
âA man could always bet on it,â Jongho chuckles, his laughter surrounding the area. âYou donât have to fall exactly in love with me. But if somehow youâve gained some sort of feelings, whether it be friendship, love, or a relationship we canât put into words, then Iâd call it a win in my book.â
You think about it. It's true that youâve never had the greatest experience with love. Youâve had sex plenty of times but maybe one day youâd like to experience what everyone in love goes through.
âWhat do you say?â
You nod, a small smile gracing your lips. âIâd like that, Jongho.â
The first date is to the movies. It isn't much but he takes you out on a Friday night when no one would bother you so you both could just spend time together without having to worry about interruptions. He told you to wear whatever you wanted so you went for a flowy tank top with blue jeans because it was still warm outside. And as soon as he saw you walk down the stairs towards him, he can't help but smile at you.
You looked absolutely stunning. Your hair fell softly around your shoulders, letting your outfit shine. Even though you usually preferred to dress a bit more conservatively, you made an exception tonight. Maybe this could be the start of something amazing.
He got the tickets and waited patiently as you paid for the snacks. As you're walking to the screening room, he takes off his jacket and hands it to you, making sure you didnât need anything else before he walks inside with you.
There were a few awkward moments when you both sit and wait for the movie to start. You didn't have any idea how long the movie was but eventually the movie ended and there's a lot of silence between the two of you. The theater's almost empty and since it's late, the only people who are still left are probably drunk college students who wants to pass out instead of going home. The cool air surrounds you, making it feel perfect as you sit there, waiting for Jongho to speak up.
Finally, he did. âReady to head out?â He asks, smiling slightly.
âYeah,â you answer, blushing slightly. âDid you like the movie?â
âIt's pretty good.â He nods. âWas it just okay for you? Or is it likeâŠâ
âI kind of fell asleep somewhere in the middle,â you cut him off with a laugh, hoping he wouldnât notice how much you were blushing. âBut overall, I liked it.â
âGood.â He nods. âMe too. Now letâs go get dinner.â
Then he stands up and offers his hand to you. You hesitate before taking it and after you both step out of the movie theater, Jongho starts walking forward, pulling you along behind him. The street lamps lit the path before you as you keep up with him, feeling slightly lost in the darkness. He leads you towards the town center and after a short distance of walking he stops and points at a place nearby. You're hungry and haven't ate yet today, so you follow him inside.
âSo, is there anything special you want to do next? Or do you want to stay here a little longer?â He asks, grinning as he watches you gobble up your food. âWe havenât really talked much today so I guess we should.â
âSure,â you shrug. âWhat do you wanna talk about?â
âWell,â Jongho starts. âWhy did you decide to become an author? And why romance of all genres?â
âHmm,â you think about it for a moment. âI guess Iâve always been creative so writing seemed natural for me. And my mother is a writer so I guess she influenced me as well. Romance is my favorite genre. Why do you ask?â
âIâve always wondered that,â Jongho chuckles, rubbing his chin. âI mean, from what I know, you like tall guys like Mingi and Yunho. Iâm not exactly the most attractive guy you could date but-â
âJongho!â You giggle lightly, shaking your head. âDonât even think like that.â
âBut seriously,â Jongho continues. âI was just wondering why you would like someone like me when you could have any hot guy out there.â
âWhy does anyone choose to date someone?â You sip your drink. âBecause they find them interesting. Because they connect with them. Iâm attracted to men because I find them physically attractive and I find them emotionally attractive as well. But I also like you as a person. Sure, I may find other guys hotter but I wonât deny that Iâm intrigued by you. Besides, if you find me attractive, Iâll make sure youâre satisfied sexually, if we ever get to that point. I promise.â
âYou seem to know what youâre talking about,â Jongho grins. âHowâd you learn that?â
âExperience,â you smile. âNow, about our date. How do you want to spend the rest of the night?â
The second date's at the beach.
Jongho insisted on driving you somewhere far away where no one would bother you. The sun beat down on you as the ocean crashes against the shoreline, making it difficult to stay in the sunlight. After you ate lunch at the restaurant near the beach, you decide to explore a little bit.
When you found a beautiful cliff overlooking the ocean, you decide to climb down, holding onto the rail as you slide down until you reach the bottom. Then you begin exploring the rocks as you walk towards the water, kicking them with your feet as you went. Finally, you sit on a rock, leaning against it, the waves splashing against the stones beneath you. You close your eyes and let the breeze brush against your skin, listening to the sound of the ocean and the waves crashing against the rock. When you open your eyes, you notice Jongho staring at you. He smiles lightly as he approaches you.
âWow,â he breathes out. âI knew you were gorgeous but damn. You are just breathtaking.â
âThanks,â you laugh. âYouâre kind of hot yourself.â
âStop trying to get into my pants,â Jongho laughs lightly as he kneels down beside you. âYouâre ruining the moment here.â
âYou're a party pooper,â you giggle. âThatâs the whole point of this date. We both get to enjoy each otherâs company and not worry about sex. So nowâs the perfect time to take advantage of it.â
âHmph,â Jongho rolls his eyes playfully. âYou have no shame do you?â
âNone whatsoever,â you reply back. âIf Iâm being honest, this is actually really awkward for me. This is the first time Iâve dated anyone in a long time.â
âYeah,â Jongho sighs. âI remember when I last dated. I tried to impress her with my intellect and charm and blah blah blah. And it was totally stupid because I realized later on that she was just impressed by my looks. At least thatâs what happened to me anyway.â
âWell damn,â you let out a soft laugh. âI guess Iâm screwed since Iâm impressed by your looks.â
âHey!â Jongho snaps, grabbing your hands. âI am NOT going to fuck you! At least not yetâŠâ
âWell, thatâs disappointing,â you shrug, squeezing his hands. âIâd hoped for at least a kiss or two.â
âDonât push your luck,â Jongho grins.
âOkay fine,â you pout. âBut weâre still doing these dates right?â
âYeah,â Jongho nods. âAs long as you keep acting like you donât want to bang me, then yes. These dates will continue.â
You snort lightly and lean back, closing your eyes as you enjoy the warmth of the sun beating down on you. In that moment everything felt so perfect, so wonderful, that you don't want to leave. You just want to stay here forever, with Jongho by your side, sharing smiles and laughs.
âReady to go back up?â Jongho whispers in your ear.
You sigh lightly, tilting your head upwards. âNope. Not ready to leave yet.â
For the third date, Jongho suggests something different: a game night at his place.
Once you arrived at his apartment, you notice a stack of games on the coffee table. You help him pick one and once he got started, you join him, eager to discover new things about each other. During the game night you learn more about him than you ever imagine possible. Things about his past that you thought you already knew and stuff about himself that he had hidden. You share memories with him that make you feel nostalgic and have him share some stories with you that make you blush. By the end of the night you were exhausted but in a good way. Like you just experienced something important with him and now you were connected on a level that couldnât be broken.
At some point during the evening, you must have fallen asleep because when you woke up you were curled up next to him on the couch. The room's dark except for the moonlight shining through the window. When you lift your head, your eyes met his. He's looking at you with such affection that it makes your heart skip a beat.
It isn't love but it's definitely something.
âHello sleepy head,â Jongho greets you gently. âWake up.â
You yawn and rub your eyes before sitting up. When you turn to look at him, you see that he's already sitting up on the couch, leaning forwards with his elbows resting on his knees.
âSorry," you yawn again. âGuess I fell asleep. What time is it?â
âMidnight,â he answers. âIf youâre tired, I can walk you over to your unit. Or you can spend the night here.â
âYeah and then the guys will definitely say something the next time we all have breakfast,â you mumble. âSo yeah, thanks for offering but Iâll sleep at home tonight. Thanks for asking though.â
âAnytime,â Jongho smiles warmly at you. âAnd if you need anything, donât hesitate to come see me.â
âWill do,â you give him a small smile. âNight Jongho.â
âGood night,â Jongho returns the gesture.
When you enter your unit, you quietly take off your clothes and crawl under the covers, snuggling into your bed sheets. As you drift off to sleep you smile softly, thinking about your conversation with Jongho and your date. For the first time in a long time you're truly happy.
Everything felt so wonderful.
Sometime around 6 am, you wake up. Your entire body aches as you stretch, and when you look over at your alarm clock, you see that it's only 6:05am. You groan softly as you sit up and reach over to turn off the alarm clock. Even though you want to go back to sleep, your muscles refuse to cooperate and you end up lying awake for another hour before you finally decide to get out of bed.
It's 7 am when you stumble into the kitchen to make some coffee. You barely poured a cup of coffee when someone knocks on the door.
âComing!â You call out loudly.
As you slowly walk towards the door, you pull your hair up into a messy bun, tying it with a black scrunchie. It's only then that you realized you forgotten to change your clothes. God damn it. Well, whoever was knocking on the door probably didnât care. Still, you cringe internally as you grab the knob and unlock the door.
Your hand freeze midair as you look at who stands outside your front door. It's Jongho. Shit.
He sees you looking at him and he grins. âWhat?â He tease. âCat got your tongue?â
You stand aside to let him in and once he's inside, you shut the door behind him. His eyes trail across your body before landing on your face.
âWell hello there,â he smiles warmly. âLookingâŠfresher than usual.â
âHi,â you mumble shyly. âSorry. Didnât realize it was you until I unlocked the door.â
âYou look tired,â he frowns. âAre you okay?â
âI am now,â you shake your head. âBut a couple hours ago I couldnât fall asleep. Thatâs probably why I look so tired.â
âDid you miss me?â He raises an eyebrow.
âUhmâŠâ You pause. âMaybe?â
He laughs lightly. âSee I knew that you missed me.â
âOh whatever,â you huff. âI wouldnât miss you for the world.â
âRight,â he chuckles. âWeâll just see about that. Now letâs talk. I have some questions for you.â
âSure,â you agree, leading him to the living room. âLetâs sit down.â
After sitting down, Jongho sets his backpack on the floor and unzipps it, pulling out several books and papers. You watch him curiously as he flips through the pages of the books, scanning them with his eyes before he carefully places them back into his bag. He grabs one of the papers from his bag and hands it to you.
âHere,â he mumbles. âRead it. I want you to tell me how you feel after you finish reading it.â
You read the paper silently, not quite understanding what he means by it. But soon you did. You can feel yourself begin to flush red as you finish reading the page. On the paper, Jongho wrote something in red ink: âDo you like me?â
This is a test. You know it has to be a test. But why? Why was he testing you? You read the sentence over and over again in your mind. Do you like him? And every time you read those words, your cheeks grow even warmer. You continue to stare at the paper, feeling the heat rise within you. Your body begins to shake slightly as you wait for Jongho to speak.
âWell?â He asks.
âUmâŠâ You gulp. âUhm.â
Jongho laughs lightly. âIs that a yes or a no?â
You quickly look up at him. âWhat?â You stutter. âAm I supposed to answer that? Are you making fun of me or something?â
âNo,â Jongho shakes his head. âThe purpose of this little exercise is to find out whether or not you like me.â
âWell, if you needed an answerâŠâ You cross your arms and let out a small laugh. ââŠnot yet.â
âReally?â He asks, a smile coming to his lips. âGuess, I have to try harder then.â
âSo Y/NâŠâ Seonghwa mutters one day as you meet up for breakfast with him, Yeosang, San and Wooyoung in the apartmentâs cafeteria. Jongho declined breakfast, saying that he's too busy with this new project that he'sworking on. âJongho?â
âUh huhâŠâ You nod, looking down at your breakfast. âWhat about him?â
âAre you dating Jongho?â San asks curiously. âHave you-â
âWeâre just going on dates,â you shake your head. âAnd no, we have not fucked yet.â
âWhy not?â Wooyoung gasps. âYou guys seem like a perfect match!â
âUhâŠI donât know,â you shrug. âMaybe Iâm afraid to lose myself in him.â
âDo you really think you could fall in love with Jongho?â Yeosang asks cautiously.
âNo, not at all,â you scoff. âJust taking things slow.â
âWait, waitâŠâ Wooyoung interrupts you. âHold on. Slow? How do you define âslowâ? Three dates every week?â
âWell, actuallyâŠâ you chuckle lightly. âOne date per week.â
âCome on Y/N!â San sighs, waving his hand. âThis is ridiculous. One date a week? Seriously?â
âShut up San,â you roll your eyes. âAnyway, itâs only been a few weeks. I mean, thatâs nothing considering how long Iâve been single.â
âAnd yet youâre happy?â Wooyoung raises an eyebrow.
âYup. Happy as a clam,â you reply back.
Wooyoung looks over at San who's nodding his head in agreement.
âI see,â San says slowly. âThen I hope that this doesnât change between you and Jongho. Ever since you decided on Jongho, the four of us decided its probably better to be friends and help cheer you and Jongho on.â
The other men clearly complained that you were playing favorites when you told them that you and Jongho would be going on dates. Seonghwa had heaved a heavy sighed, running a hand through his hair before giving you a hug and saying that he wished you all the best since Jongho definitely needed to get laid. Yeosang, San and Wooyoung, slightly disappointed that they were booted off the running list, was cheering you on. You had established a comradery with the four men, the four allying themselves to beat up Jongho if he ever hurt you.
You doubt it'll happen since Jongho's the sweetest guy. But you're happy to have new friends like them.
âThank you,â you nod gratefully. âWe havenât known each other that long but you guys are great. I wish everyone were like you guys.â
âNow enough about that,â Seonghwa waves his hand. âHowâs your novel coming along? You getting any inspirations from your dates with Jongho?â
âErrâŠyeah,â you shake your head. âA lot actually.â
âWhat kind of inspirations?â Wooyoung asks curiously.
âWellâŠâ You chew on your lip nervously. âHe makes me feel different.â
âDifferent how?â Wooyoung raises an eyebrow.
âGood different,â You shrug. âEverything feels different when Iâm with him. Like everything else falls away and all I focus on is him.â
âThat sounds great,â Seonghwa grins widely. âIs he good in bed too?â
âDid you forget the part where I said we havenât fucked yet?â You roll your eyes. The others burst out laughing while Seonghwa simply holds up his hands in defense. âJonghoâs playing hard to get.â
âLook at the bright side, Y/N,â San chuckles. âOnce you two fuck, everything is gonna become clear. Because right now youâre lost.â
âThanks,â you give him a weak smile. âNow back to the subject at hand.â
âAlrighty then,â Wooyoung smiles happily. âWell I suggest you continue writing. Write as much as you can whenever you can. Maybe Jongho would give you more ideas on how to spice up your book.â
âTrue,â you nod. âThank you.â
âHey guys,â Jongho calls out, startling you.
You jump slightly, catching a glimpse of Jongho holding two cups of coffee and a plate of waffles. He glances at you with a sheepish grin. âSorry,â he chuckles lightly. âDidnât mean to scare you. I actually had some time to get breakfast.â
âNo problem,â you smiled warmly. âHey, do you mind if I ask you a question?â
âGo ahead,â Jongho takes a seat next to you.
âWellâŠâ You fidget with your fingers. âSince weâve been going on these dates, my inspiration seems to be flowing in abundance. What do you think is causing it?â
âMy charm,â Jongho shrugs casually.
You narrow your eyes. âNo way.â
âOf course,â Jongho laughs. âI have plenty of charms that would bring forth ideas. You have been writing a lot lately. My charm has definitely played a part in that.â
âIâm starting to notice,â You nod slowly.
âAnd then thereâs my voice,â he continues. âThe deep sexy tone that sends shivers down your spine.â
âOkayâŠâ you mumble.
âThereâs also my personality,â he adds. âThe way I smile when Iâm happy, the smirk on my lips when Iâm in deep thoughtâŠâ
âJust hurry up and fuck already, you twoâ Seonghwa chortles. âYour flirting is hurting my eyes.â
âYou jealous, hyung?â Jongho teases. âDonât worry, your turn will come too.â
âHahaha,â Seonghwa laughs. âFuck you, Jongho. Fuck you real hard.â
âOoh! Now that is the mark of true friendship,â you chuckle.
âOh, yeah,â Jongho suddenly claps his hands together, causing everyone to look at him. âWhat are you doing tomorrow night? Writing or being a lazy fart?â
âUhmâŠâ You bite your lip. âWriting actually.â
âExcellent!â Jongho declares. âCome over to my place around eight o'clock. Iâm sure I can come up with a few story ideas that will make your fingers bleed from writing so fast.â
âGreat,â you nod, raising an eyebrow. âWhat kind of story ideas?â
âA sexy superhero tale of romance,â he smiles wickedly. âYou in a black leather catsuit with spiky armor?â
âYou wish,â you snort. âAlthough that does sound pretty sexyâŠâ
âHa ha,â he rolls his eyes playfully. âIâll be waiting for you then.â
âSounds great,â you smile.
âSee ya then,â Jongho waves as he stands up, placing his cup of coffee and the plate of waffles on the table. âBye Y/N.â
âBye Jongho,â you wave back.
âYâall gonna fuck,â Seonghwa laughs from his seat as soon as is Jongho was out of earshot. You almost forgot he was there.
âMmmhmmm,â San agrees. âTheyâre going to fuck. Jonghoâs gonna fuck.â
âThey wonât stay friends after this,â Yeosang predicts.
âNope,â Wooyoung nods his head. âNot after Jongho fucks her. Thereâs nothing more for him than to stick his dick in her and send her back home so she can go back to writing porn.â
âLord. Why am I friends with you guys?â You mutter, burying your face in your hands.
You groan inwardly.
For the past hour, you sat in front of your laptop screen trying to write, but having absolutely zero luck whatsoever. The spark of inspiration is completely gone. The idea of having sex with Jongho makes your imagination run wild but once you try to write down your thoughts into sentences, the words failed to flow. All you end up with are meaningless nonsense.
You kept re-reading your last paragraph, trying to see if there's anything wrong with it. But for the life of you, you can't understand why you can't write anything decent. This isn't the first time you find yourself in this situation but it's becoming increasingly frustrating. Your excitement for writing seem to disappear as you stare blankly at your screen. You don't even know where to start anymore. So you close your laptop and went to take a shower. Maybe you'll try again later when you're feeling less distracted. Or maybe sleep. Yeah, sleep always helped.
With that, you walk to the bedroom, stripping off your clothes as you head to the bathroom. After you shut the door behind you, you start up the shower, letting the water flow over your body. Once you feel clean, you turn the water off, wrapped a towel around yourself before walking towards the closet. Your mind wander aimlessly as you pick out your clothes for the day. Black pants and a red shirt that made you look a bit more feminine than usual, a white undershirt completed the outfit and a pair of flats finish off your ensemble.
Once you're dressed, you grab your phone and wallet and left your unit and making your way to Jonghoâs unit across the hall. You arrive a little earlier than you plan. Luckily, Jongho didn't lock the door yet so you easily slip inside without difficulty. Your eyes sweep across the room until they rest on the man sitting on the couch. You don't need to see him close up to recognize Jongho.
You smile softly, tiptoeing towards the couch.
He's engrossed in a game, completely oblivious to your presence. With a simple gesture, you place your hands gently on either side of his face, bringing his gaze up to meet yours. Jongho blinks rapidly, blushing furiously when he finally realizes that you're standing inches away from him.
âHi Jongho,â you whisper quietly.
âHey Y/N,â Jongho grins shyly, rubbing his neck awkwardly. âThought you almost forgot our meet-up.â
âMmhmm,â you nod, biting your lower lip. âI almost did forget.â
âWhat am I going to do with you?â Jongho hums as you sit next to him on the couch. âHowâs the writing sesh?â
âHorrible.â You answer immediately. âNone of the words want to come out. Itâs just Iâm having trouble thinking straight right now.â
âMaybe you should take a break,â Jongho suggests. âTake a breather, gather your thoughts and try again.â
âHmmâŠmaybe,â you tilt your head to the side. âWhy donât you distract me instead? Just say something to get my attention. Something really sexy thatâll make me lose my train of thought.â
Jongho bites his bottom lip, contemplating whether or not he can pull it off. The problem is that he doesn't want to disappoint you. You're older than him by twelve years and way more experienced when it comes to sex. You practically know all the tricks.
It takes a moment for Jongho to summon up the courage to speak up. âI donât think-â
âSay it,â you cut him off, cutting his sentence short. âOr else I might find myself using my evil plan B.â
âPlan B?â Jongho stammers.
âB for bedroom,â you lean forward, pressing your chest against his.
âI thought we agreed on no sex,â Jongho frowns. âJust dates.â
âThen hurry up and say it. Now,â you insist. âI need you to distract me.â
Jongho sighs and gives in. He closes his eyes and opens his mouth to speak but no words some out. Instead, he simply presses his lips firmly against yours, drawing a sharp gasp from your lungs. His lips tastes faintly of coffee and it makes you wonder what he's drinking. Then again, it could be just a natural taste that exists due to proximity. You run your fingers through his hair, enjoying the feel of its silky strands brushing against your skin. Jongho slowly parts his lips, allowing you to deepen the kiss further. He moans lightly as he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You melt against him, opening your legs to allow him better access.
âDamn it,â Jongho grunts. âThis is way harder than I expected.â
âAre you done?â You ask teasingly. âBecause if you keep kissing me like that Iâm going to have great stories to tell the guys. Trust me. Theyâll love it.â
âGod damn it,â Jongho curses, pressing his forehead against yours. âWasnât this distracting enough?â
âYes,â you laugh, leaning your head against his shoulder. âIf you promise to kiss me like that again, then Iâll refrain from banging you right here and now.â
âDeal,â Jongho smiles cheekily. âBut only if you promise to write one of those sexy superhero stories about us.â
âDeal,â you chuckle.
âNow come on, get off me,â Jongho laughs, trying to push you off his lap.
You allow yourself to be pushed off and get up from the couch, giggling as you place your hands on his cheeks, bringing them up to press a kiss on his lips. âIâm still going to tell the guys that you kissed me. And itâll be a hell of a story.â
âAlright,â Jongho chuckles. âLetâs just hope that you can write something worth reading. No cheating, okay?â
âNo cheating,â you giggle. âPromise.â
You wake up with a smile on your face as you recall what happened between you and Jongho last night. You finally manage to share a kiss with him. It may not have been much but it was definitely more than enough for you. You spent the rest of the evening talking to him and spending some quality time together. He even gave you a few tips on how to improve your writing. Despite the lack of sex, you definitely enjoyed yourself. Perhaps this whole thing wouldnât be so bad after all.
You ponder on what you should do today. Maybe youâd go visit Hongjoong at the company and maybe ask if your younger sister popped out the baby yet. Other than that, you don't really have any plans. You grab your phone and check your calendar. Surprisingly, there aren't any appointments scheduled for today. How convenient. At least that means that you can spend some time working on your new novel.
âSo let me ask you a question,â you look at Jongho. âItâs been swimming in my mind lately.â
âGo ahead,â Jongho smiles. âAsk me anything.â
âHave you ever been with an older woman before?â you ask bluntly.
âWow, you know how to start a conversation,â Jongho teases. âI thought we were supposed to be focusing on the writing aspect.â
âSorry," you shrug, scratching the back of your head. âI was genuinely curious.â
âHave you been with a younger man?â Jongho wonder.
âSexually, yes,â you replied. âYunho and Mingi, remember?â
âYeahâŠâ Jongho nods. âBut never dated one? Never had a relationship with one?â
âWellâŠâ You trail off. âI suppose I have been on a couple dates but nothing serious.â
âI seeâŠâ Jongho muses.
âHey, why are you asking me questions when you didnât answer mine?â You scold him.
âHuh? Oh yeah,â Jongho scratches his head sheepishly. âActually, I havenât.â
âReally? I thought youâd have some sort of experience with older women,â you mutter.
âIs this a date or a therapy session?â Jongho asks sarcastically, eyes filled with mischievousness.
âOhhh, avoiding the topic now, huh? Come on Jongho, give it to me straight. Have you ever been with an older woman before?â You ask again. You give him a teasing grin. âWill I be the first one to break you? I AM twelve years older, remember?â
Jongho can't help but chuckle. âOkay, Iâll admit that Iâve never actually been with an older woman. But I have a feeling that I will once youâre done with me.â
You star at him before laughing. âHaha, you really know how to charm the ladies, donât you?â
âIt comes naturally,â Jongho jokes, smiling softly. âI donât even have to try.â
The two of you chat casually for a while, until the waitress arrives with your food. She sets down plates of pancakes and bacon in front of both of you before disappearing into the kitchen. Jongho picks up a piece of bacon, raising it towards you.
âWanna share?â He asks, grinning mischievously.
âSure,â you grin back, reaching out for the bacon too.
As you eat your meal, the two of you talk about random things. Some mundane, some amusing. After breakfast, Jongho suggests a walk around the park nearby and despite your initial reservations, you agree. You need to get some fresh air anyways. Besides, there isn't anything wrong with spending some quality time with Jongho.
You walk side by side with Jongho as you stroll along the paved pathway, taking in the scenery. With autumn having officially started, the leaves had already begun changing color. Orange and red hues litter the ground beneath your feet, making the path look vibrant. You also notice that there are plenty of couples strolling around hand in hand. It seems like a romantic place, perfect for dating couples.
You don't notice it but Jongho's holding your hand too. When did he grab it? You didn't realize it at first. Your mind keeps drifting off as you watch couples stroll past, showing affection for one another. This place truly is perfect for couples looking to spend some time together.
âDo you want to stop for a bit?â Jongho suddenly asks, breaking you from your thoughts.
You blink in surprise, looking over at him. âHuh?â
âDo you want to sit down for a little bit?â Jongho questions, gesturing towards a bench a few feet away.
You nod, following him. âSure.â
The two of you sit down on the bench, taking in the scenery surrounding you. Even though you're surrounded by other people, it doesn't bother you. The silence that envelopes you feel comfortable and relaxing. The gentle breeze sweeps past you, caressing your cheeks and sending shivers down your spine. You glance at Jongho, wondering if he feels it too. The cool wind certainly did seem to affect him.
Your attention's pulled away from the beautiful scenery as Jongho starts to speak. âIt seems like youâre happy here.â He says, looking up at the sky.
âI guess,â you reply quietly. âWhere else would I be happier than in a lovely place like this?â
Jongho nods, leaning forward slightly. He rests his elbows on his knees, propping his chin on his hands. He appears relaxed, probably because he isn't alone. The cold weather's starting to take its toll on you, prompting you to wrap your arms around yourself, hugging your body closer to yourself.
âAre you cold?â Jongho asks, noticing your movements.
âYeah, a little," you sigh, rubbing your arms.
âCome here,â Jongho pulls you close, wrapping his arms around your shoulders,.
âAre you sure that you want to do this?â you whisper.
âIâm sorry, but are you seriously telling me that you want me to let go of you?â Jongho whispers back. âI did say that I was going to do nice things for you.â
âYouâre so bad, Jongho,â you smile up at him. âI do recall you saying that youâll kiss me too.â
âAhhhâŠyou remembered,â Jongho grins, pressing his lips against yours gently.
A moan escapes your lips as your arms tighten around his neck. You press your body closer to him, relishing in the warmth that radiates from him. It almost feels like he's absorbing heat from you, making you feel warm and comfortable. A small blush begins to form on your cheeks as you breathe heavily, feeling your heart beating rapidly against your chest. You barely hear the sounds of birds chirping in the distance anymore. All you could hear is the pounding of your heart as it tries to catch up with itself.
Jongho pulls away, his forehead resting against yours. âBetter?â
You giggle, nodding your head. âYes, thank you.â
âNot bad for a younger man, huh?â Jongho teases, giving you a cocky smile.
You roll your eyes, snuggling closer to him. âMmmâŠnot bad at all.â
You have no idea how long you two spent just sitting there, embracing one another in an embrace. Neither of you cared. You feel content, satisfied. It doesn't matter that you're technically not a couple, nor are you in a relationship with him. What matters is that you found peace and tranquility in his presence. You're able to forget about all the negative thoughts and feelings that are constantly plaguing you these days. Now, everything feels alright again.
âLetâs go home. We can work on your project after that,â Jongho suggests.
âAll right,â you nod, standing up from the bench.
He takes your hand in his own, leading you back towards the exit. The cool wind that brushes against your face makes you sigh happily.
You open the door to your unit, letting Jongho enter before you follow suit. He closes the door behind you, flicking on the lights as he enters. Both of you start to remove your jackets and shoes before sitting down on the sofa. You immediately sink into the soft cushions, letting out a deep sigh.
âThat was nice,â you smile, nuzzling into the soft material.
Jongho sits next to you, gazing at you with fondness in his eyes. âYeah, I agree,â he whispers. âSo what do you have so far?â
You pick up your laptop, logging onto the document and show him what you have so far.
âThis is where Iâm at right now. Iâve finished this scene but what comes after is stillâŠâ You trail off, biting your lip nervously. âThereâs this huge blockage that keeps preventing me from moving on.â
Jongho listens attentively, silently staring at you. He waits patiently as you explain your predicament. When you finish explaining everything, Jongho simply sits there, thinking. His expression remains neutral throughout your entire explanation, not giving away any signs of emotion whatsoever. Eventually, he turns to you, resting his hand on your knee.
âDo you need help with anything?â He asks softly.
âMmmâŠmore distractionsâŠâ You mutter, biting your lower lip.
âHow about this?â Jongho leans in, placing his hand on your thigh, stroking it slowly.
You widen your eyes. âJongho I thought you didnât wantâŠâ
âWeâve gotten closer havenât we?â He murmurs, leaning in closer. âLet me ask you againâŠDo you like me?â
âIâŠâ You freeze. You know what he's doing, teasing you. âDo you like me, Jongho?â
His eyes soften as he gazes at you, flashing a brilliant smile. âMore than you know.â
Sighing contently, you lean into him, bringing your face close to his. His lips meet yours, the sweet sensation sweeping through you. You wrap your arms around his neck, clinging tightly to him. When he pulls away, your breath catches in your throat. He leans in once more, kissing you tenderly. You melt against him, unable to control your trembling legs.
âDo you like me, Y/N?â Jongho whispers against your lips.
You return his gaze, your voice barely audible. âVery much.â
He smiles widely, pressing his lips against yours once more. The intensity of his kisses grow as he continues to deepen them, his tongue swirling against yours. Soon enough, your senses are overloaded, your world collapsing in upon itself. There's no such thing as reality anymore. Everything disappears as soon as his lips touches yours. It feels like all you can focus on is him.
Only him.
Nothing else exists anymore except for the two of you.
And the feeling that washes over you as his lips lingers on yours, as his hands hold yours in his. Everything fades to black as the world goes silent, only the sound of your heavy breathing filling the room. The warmth that spreads through you overwhelms you. That comforting feeling that accompanies him in every moment floods your body, melting your insides. You're being overtaken by blissful pleasure.
The bliss ends when Jongho pulls away, his mouth falling open slightly as he gasps for breath. Your eyes drift shut as you shake your head.
âY/N?â He repeats, staring at you intently.
When you finally open your eyes, Jongho's sitting in front of you, watching you closely. Your fingers twitch, itching to reach out for him. They linger on the edge of the couch for a moment longer before closing your eyes again.
âJongho, IâŠâ You pause, your voice wavering slightly.
âItâs okay,â Jongho whispers, reaching out to take your hand in his.
âWhat's this feeling?â You whisper, unsure of what to say.
Jongho chuckles, shaking his head. âYouâre falling for me, arenât you?â
You let out a small laugh. âMaybeâŠâ
Jongho reaches up, brushing his thumb against your cheek. You shiver slightly at the contact. âIâll still take that answer as a yes.â
You lean in again, pressing your lips to his once more. This time, the kiss lasts a lot longer. His hands grip your hips tightly as you tug him towards you, deepening the kiss even further. His hands move up your thighs, trailing up your waist. You groan as he pulls away from the kiss, smiling smugly at you.
âLetâs get back to work,â Jongho chuckles, fingers still entwined with yours. âThat should give you plenty of inspiration.â
âI think it will.â
âFuck,â you run a hand through your hair. Ever since youâve shared kisses with Jongho, it's getting harder to contain your raging libido. The mere thought of him alone send tingles down your spine. Every single touch he gives you brings an electric shock to your system.
âIâm never going to finish writing at this pace. Shit,â you mutter, sighing. You occupy a table at the cafe you and Jongho went to and take another sip of coffee, closing your eyes. âGuess Iâd better try and come up with something newâŠâ
âHey Y/N,â the familiar voice breaks your train of thought.
You crack one eye open to see an excited smile plastered on Jonghoâs face. He has an adorable glint in his eyes as he looks at you, causing your stomach to flip upside down. âHi,â you manage to squeak out, your throat suddenly dry. Jongho slides unto the chair from across you, his hand reaching for yours.
You take hold of his hand, giving him a warm smile. After sharing a few kisses, breathless ones at that, your heart's filled with joy whenever you see him. It's obvious that you're falling for him quickly. Maybe even faster than you imagined. As much as you want to deny it, you know that there's something between you both.
âDid you miss me?â Jongho lightly chuckles, causing you to roll your eyes playfully.
âMaybeâŠâ You shrug, smiling widely.
Jongho leans in, pressing his lips against yours. âGood.â
Your eyes flutter shut as you respond to his kiss.
Slowly sliding away, he grins, gazing at you. âNow tell me what you have in mind.â
âHmmâŠâ You hum, fiddling with the edge of your notebook. âNothingâŠMy mind is still throwing a blank.â
âLet me see what you have written so far,â Jongho grabs your notebook and reads through the first few paragraphs. âHmmâŠwere you thinking of writing a sexy scene? This whole kissing scene looks good and allâŠâ
You bite your lower lip as you watch him read through your notebook. âSoâŠyou donât have any ideas?â
Jongho gazes at you, fingers entwined with yours. âI might have something up my sleeveâŠâ
âOh?â You raise an eyebrow.
âWell, itâs something that I havenât tried yet,â Jongho grins mischievously, tapping his chin. âBut I think itâll be worth trying out.â
You stare at him curiously. âTry out what?â
Jongho flashes you a charming smile. âCanât tell you that, can I?â
You blink, before letting out a laugh. âI guess notâŠâ
âDonât worry, youâll find out soon enough,â Jongho laughs lightly, leaning in towards you. âBut first, letâs finish our coffee. Then, I can show you what I have planned.â
âOkay,â you smile, sipping your coffee while talking about your day.
Moments later, you both reconvened to Jonghoâs apartment. He sits on the couch, stretching his arm along the backrest, facing you.
âSo, hereâs what I have in mindâŠâ Jongho explains, leaning forward, planting his elbows on his knees. âLet me help you get off.â
âWh-what?â You blink, confused.
Jongho grabs your hand to pull you towards him. Leaning in closer, he plants a gentle kiss on your forehead. âYou heard me. Let me help you get off,â he breathes, making you heave a deep sigh. âIâm guessing you havenât been progressing with your work because of your dry spell, am I right?â
You huff out a breath. âYeah, you could say that.â
âWell then, Iâll do my best to satisfy your needs,â Jongho smirks, running his hands along your thighs. âAnd trust me, I can definitely help with that.â
âAre you sure?â You question, raising an eyebrow. âI donât want you to do anything you donât want to do, Jongho. I know when we agreed on this, sex wouldnât be our priority, but-â
âStop,â Jongho places a finger on your lips. âJust stop worrying about things. Just relax, alright? I want to do this.â
You nod, looking up at him. âAlrightâŠâ
Jongho smiles gently, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. âCome here.â
When you get closer, Jongho wraps his arms around you, pulling you close to him. His lips press against your own, kissing you gently. You let out a soft moan, your arms wrapping around his neck. His hands begin to roam up and down your back, sending chills down your spine. Slowly, he slides his hands under your shirt, tracing your skin. Your lips part slightly, moaning louder when he caresses your breasts.
You arch your back slightly, pressing your chest against his. A jolt of pleasure courses through your body as his hands brush against your nipples. God, you aren't wearing a bra today. Of course he can feel how aroused you are! Before you can react, he starts to unbutton your jeans, allowing his hand to slip inside.
Jonghoâs eyes widen as he feels how wet you already are. âH-how are you so wet already?â He stammers, looking at you in confusion.
âIâve been like this ever since we started kissing,â you reply with a grin, turning to look at him. âDonât blame me if I have wet panties.â
âJesusâŠâ Jongho curses, resting his forehead against yours. âThereâs really no stopping this now, is there?â
âNo,â you laugh softly, tilting your head towards him. âWhy donât you start by taking my jeans off?â
Jonghoâs lips part, staring at you in disbelief. âYouâŠyou want me toâŠ?â
âJonghoâŠYouâre the one who wants to help meâŠâ You whisper, running your hands up and down his arms. âTake my jeans off.â
With trembling hands, Jongho takes your jeans off, revealing your bare ass. A slight gasp escapes his lips as he sees your wetness leaking from your pussy. Quickly, he lowers himself onto his knees, wrapping his hand around your leg.
âMmmâŠâ You moan, watching him move his hand up and down your leg.
âIs this okay?â Jongho asks, concern clear in his voice. âIf it isnât, just tell me and Iâll stop. I just wanted to make sure that this is something you wanted.â
âYes,â you smile, leaning in towards him. âWhat happened to all that confidence from earlier? Are you afraid that you wonât be able to please me? You aren't a virgin, right?â
"I've had sex before butâŠ" Jongho chuckles, rubbing your thigh. âYou are more sexually experienced than me. So, yeah, Iâm a little worried.â
âDonât be. I trust you,â you assure him. âBesides, the best way to learn is by doing, right?â
âRight,â Jongho replies, squeezing your leg affectionately. âHere goes nothing.â
Jongho slowly lowers himself down, placing his mouth on your inner thigh. He teases you with light kisses and nibbles, causing you to squirm. Your legs spread wider apart as you lean back against the couch, enjoying every second of Jongho teasing you.
âMmmâŠJonghoâŠmmmâŠâ You mumble, licking your lips. âPleaseâŠmmmâŠâ
âDo you want me to go further?â Jongho whispers, his lips grazing against your thigh.
âYes, Jongho. Yes,â you whimper, grinding yourself against his face.
Jongho closes his eyes as you slide a hand between your legs, moving them over your clit. He doesn't say anything else, he simply continues his action, gently sucking your clit into his mouth. You let out a moan, bucking your hips into his face, your hands moving higher to wrap around his head.
Jongho gasps as you increase the pressure, keeping his lips on your clit, sucking it into his mouth, while stroking it. The feeling's almost indescribable. You always enjoyed oral sex, but the fact that Jongho's doing this to you causes an intense sensation that you never felt before. The way he kisses and sucks and licks you make your blood boil. You're practically throbbing with desire, and you're going to explode right then and there, with Jongho having the privilege of eating you out.
"How am I doing?" Jongho pauses, asking quietly.
You pant, struggling to keep your eyes open. "Really good."
"You sure?" Jongho adds, pressing his thumb to your clit, gently circling it.
"Yes. Keep going," a shiver runs down your spine as you rock your hips, pressing harder against his palm. "Add your fingers to the mix. Fuck, please. Give me two. Three would be nice as well." You ramble, losing yourself to your fantasies.
"Three?" Jongho repeats, wondering whether you're joking or not.
"Yes, Jongho," you nod, lowering your head to stare into his eyes. "Three of your gorgeous, beautiful fingers will be fucking the living shit outta me."
He gulps, eyes glazed with lust. He presses three fingers into your pussy, tracing your wet folds. You hold his hair tighter as he continues to lick and suck your sensitive clit. Your breathing becomes heavier as Jongho continues, moving his fingers in and out of your pussy. Every time he does that, you let out a moan, arching your back further, seeking more pleasure.
âJonghoâŠâ You whimper, tightening your grip on his hair. âMmm, fuck yes!â
Jongho sucks harder, moving his fingers faster, going deeper. The pleasure's unlike anything youâve ever felt. Every touch feels electrifying and causes your whole body to tense. With every moan and groan, your walls clench tightly around his fingers, pulsating each time.
"So close...Fuck," you pant heavily, feeling your orgasm approaching. Your body tenses, muscles tighten, heart pounding uncontrollably. The feeling grows stronger. You can't control it anymore; you cum, climaxing loudly as you release the tension.
Jongho keeps licking your clit, making you keep cumming. Over and over again, you cry out, pushing your hips into his face, coating his face and lips in your own juices. Never in your life has anyone made you cum like this. Never in your life had you squirted like this either. Even though you're exhausted, you feel amazing. You can't help but wonder why no one ever made you feel like this before.
âAhhâŠâ You finally come to your senses, looking down at Jongho, smiling sheepishly.
He wipes his lips clean, grinning at you. âThat wasâŠâ He pauses for a moment. ââŠunexpected.â
âI thought so too,â you giggle, patting his cheek playfully.
âGlad I didnât disappoint you,â Jongho laughs softly.
âIâm sorry if I squirted all over your face,â you mumble. âThatâs the first time that ever happened to me.â
âItâs fine. It was hot as hell anyway,â Jongho replies, rubbing your leg affectionately. âPlus, I happen to love the taste of your pussy.â
âFuck, youâre so hot when speak dirty,â you sigh, closing your eyes as he rubs your leg. âI canât wait until we try other stuff.â
âIâm glad to hear that,â he replies, kissing your forehead. âDid that help relieve some stress?â
You open your eyes, peeking at Jongho through your eyelashes. âYeah, it helped,â you breathe, tilting your head towards him. âThanks for everything, Jongho.â
Jongho pulls you closer, hugging you tightly. âAnytime.â
The words suddenly seems to flow through your mind after what happened with Jongho earlier. Your fingers dance about the keyboard, the scene of the main characters flashing across your mind. The moment where they would take things to the next level, exploring each otherâs bodies. You smile, wondering if youâd ever get to experience something like that with Jongho. Something more than just him eating you out or making you cum with his fingers.
Maybe even something like actual fucking.
You hum quietly to yourself, rereading your previous chapters. All you can see are images of the main couple finding romance together. Of her seducing him in a dimly lit room, using her skills as an actress to entice him into wanting her. Him pleasuring her with his tongue, her pussy clenching his dick as she finds pleasure with every stroke.
Your imagination runs wild, getting excited by the idea of the two of them having sex. You have a lot of ideas, but you want to hear what Jongho thinks first.
Sighing, you stand up, walking towards the kitchen. It's getting late, so maybe you should prepare dinner. After putting away the dishes, you walk towards the bedroom, took off your clothes, and slip into bed. For a moment, you think about falling asleep, but then the sound of the doorbell breaks through your thoughts.
Rolling out of bed, you put on your robe and went to open the door. Your heart flutters when you see Jongho standing outside, dressed casually. âHey,â he greets you, leaning against the doorway. âDid I wake you up?â
You shake your head. âI was laying in bed. Whatâs up?â
âI need to talk to you about something,â Jongho replies, rubbing the back of his neck. âI know that we talked about this before, butâŠâ
âWhat is it, Jongho?â You encourage him, closing the door behind you.
Jongho steps forward, resting his hands on your shoulders. âOkay, soâŠcan weâŠâ
Before he can finish, you throw your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. âOf course we can," you answer, returning his kiss with full force.
Jongho grins as he pushes you backwards, locking the door behind him. âI couldnât get what happened out of my mind, you know,â he speaks against your lips.
âHmmmâŠYou eating me outâŠmaking me comeâŠI bet that turned you on,â sou moan, grinding yourself against him.
âGod, yes,â Jongho moans, his hand roaming up and down your thighs. âBut the thing that really got me thinking wasâŠâ He moves his lips to your neck, sucking lightly on your skin. âI think we should do this,â Jongho whispers in your ear, giving you goosebumps. âSee what happens when we actually have sex.â
âMmmâŠâ You murmur, biting your lip. You take his hand in yours, placing them on your breast. âI thought youâd never ask.â
Kissing Jongho feels natural⊠Having Jongho feel up your breast feltâŠwell, amazing. This is different from what you're used to, obviously. Sure, Mingi and Yunho are great lovers but with them, it's just sex. With Jongho, there are feelings involved. You wouldnât call it love but you really did like Jongho.
And that's something, right?
You moan when Jongho squeezes your breast hard, playing with it with his fingers. You clutch his shoulder tightly, burying your head in his chest. His strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you in closer to him. You rest your head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat, basking in the feeling of being in his embrace.
You look up at him, catching his gaze. He smirks, brushing his thumb over your cheekbone. âAre you ready for this?â
You nod, your fingers entwined with his. âI am.â
You lead him towards your bedroom. He places both hands on your lower back, pushing you against the wall, allowing his lips to graze against your neck. A shiver runs down your spine, increasing the warmth spreading throughout your body. Your fingers tangle themselves in his hair, pulling him in closer, deepening the kiss.
Jongho stops the kiss briefly, letting out a deep breath. âYou smell good," he whispers, leaning his forehead against yours.
Your hands wander upwards, running your fingers through his hair. You place soft kisses along his jawline, your tongue softly gliding against his skin. Jongho lets out a soft moan, running his hands through your hair. He closes his eyes as your lips continue their exploration, trailing down his neck, lingering in the hollow of his collar bone. He fumbles with the doorknob to your bedroom door, his fingers gently brushing against yours as you press your palm against his cheek.
When the door's finally open, you and Jongho stumble towards your bed, almost tripping over each other. Jongho pushes you onto the mattress, his hand running down your side, leaving a trail of fire in its path. He wastes no time in undoing your robe, his fingertips exploring the contours of your breasts.
He pulls back, looking down at your chest, mesmerized by the sight of your beautiful breasts.
âMy godâŠâ He breathes, covering your breast with his palm, massaging it gently.
He starts off slow, teasing you, gently squeezing your breast, watching you gasp in response. As he continues to tease you, your body tenses, reaching down to pull him close. When his lips met your nipple, it was an almost instant reaction, causing you to grab hold of his hair, moaning loudly. After a few moments, Jongho moves to your other breast, caressing and rolling it in his hand. Then he places his mouth over your nipple, sucking softly, then harder.
âLet me take care of you,â Jongho mumbles, pressing his lips against your skin. âTell me how to please you.â
His words caught you off guard, causing you to hesitate for a moment. But then your body betrays you, tensing up, your body responding to his voice. Slowly, you reach down, wrapping your fingers around his wrist.
âJonghoâŠâ You whimper, pulling his arm down, moving his hand between your legs.
"You're not wearing panties?" Jongho blinks, noticing how soaked you are already.
"If I'm not wearing a bra to bed," you start, "what makes you think I wear panties to bed?"
Jongho softly laughs, watching you trail his fingertips up your slit. You draw a lazy pattern with his finger, slowly massaging yourself, gradually building the desire inside of you. His breathing grows more ragged, his free hand moving to rest on your thigh, pushing them apart further, granting him better access.
"Gonna eat me out again?" You chuckle.
"Can't help it," his head dips and he kisses your wet folds, "you taste delicious..."
"Well then," you spread your legs wider, "eat away..."
Jongho holds onto your waist, steadying you, leaning his mouth closer. With one long lick, his tongue travels over your cunt, before placing a kiss on the bundle of nerves.
"Holy...fuck," you cry out, his warm tongue tasting every single inch of you. "Feels so fucking good."
The second Jongho places another kiss, you bite your bottom lip, raising your hips to meet his mouth. You squeeze his head, tilting your pelvis towards his face, forcing him deeper.
"Fuck yeah," you moan, "eat it all up...Don't leave anything behind..." You close your eyes, gripping his head with your thighs, tugging his hair with both hands, causing him to hiss in pain.
"Damn," he grunts, taking another swipe of your sweet juices, "keep pulling my hair like that and I won't have have any hair for you to tug."
You can't help but laugh as you notice how silly the whole situation is. "I'll try not to...It's hard to resist though..." You glance down at his head between your legs, and almost immediately regrett making eye contact.
Jongho grins, lapping up all your sweet juices, licking it clean off his own lips. "As much as I'd like you to squirt on me like last time...I think it's time you come in another way."
He pulls himself off you and starts to completely undress himself, tugging his clothes off quickly, while still keeping his eyes locked with yours. You stare up at him, captivated by his naked form. It's such a gorgeous sight, seeing his big, strong body completely naked, the muscles of his shoulders and arms rippling underneath the smooth skin. He's not as muscular as some of the guys that you had hooked up with before, but his body is broad and thick, and you can't help but imagine how his strong hands could easily manhandle you, tossing you about with ease.
And his cock isn't disappointing either. Big, hard, and ready. His member glistens, the tip leaking slightly. Your breath hitch at the sight. Your core is throbbing at the image before you.
You reach out, stroking his body, running your fingers through his messy hair. âJonghoâŠDo you have a condom on you? Because I want to make sure that weâre safeâŠâ
Jongho chuckles. âRelax, Y/N. I already came here with a condom.â
You nod your head, your hands coming to grasp his shoulders. Jongho lets out a sigh of relief, his body relaxing against yours. You kiss his neck softly, kissing your way down his jaw line, pausing to suck on his bottom lip.
Once you make your way down his chest, Jongho stops you, taking your hands in his own, intertwining your fingers together. He gently rubs your hands, creating small circles on your palms. âYou donât have to take care of me. All that matters is you.â
âI want to, Jongho,â you respond, running your tongue across his pectoral muscle. âIt turns me on knowing that youâre enjoying yourself.â
You pause to kiss his nipples, sucking gently on them. You let go of his hands, slowly sliding them up his stomach, making your way back to his chest. His skin's smooth, silky, and firm. You brush your fingers across his nipples, smiling at his shivering reaction. Jongho gives a small laugh, placing his hand on top of yours, squeezing your fingers gently.
You continue to kiss your way down his torso, stopping every now and then to suckle his nipples or lick his belly button. His breathing becomes heavier and faster as you make your way down his body, stopping every now and then to rub your fingers along his length. Jongho shifts slightly under your touch, moving his hips to try and press your face against his dick. Your face's practically pressed against his cock, the head resting on your nose. You smile as he tightens his grip on your hands, making sure you don't move.
âAhâŠâ Jongho moans, pressing his erection against your face.
Slowly, you lower your mouth until your lips graze against his member. You suck softly, causing his eyes to flutter shut. You repeat the process several times, tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum. You feel his whole body tense up as you bite gently on his shaft. You open your mouth wider, sucking even more deeply, moaning at the feel of his cock filling your mouth. The tip of his cock is touching the back of your throat, causing Jongho to release a low groan.
âDonât stop,â he whispers.
You run your hands down his back, sliding your fingers along his lower back. You start to bob your head up and down slowly, getting more comfortable with his size. Soon enough, your hands are pressed against the mattress, holding yourself in place as you suck him deep into your mouth. Jongho grasps your head tighter, thrusting his hips against you. His moans became louder and louder as he increases his pace, thrusting himself into your mouth over and over again.
"Are you going to swallow it?" He asks, looking at you through hooded lids.
"Do you want me to?" You mumble against his cock, nuzzling the underside with your nose, placing kisses along its length. "Swallow your cum..."
He throws his head back, closing his eyes, arching his hips into you. He cries out when your tongue presses against his cock, swirling it around the head. Your right hand slides between his legs, wrapping itself around his testicles, squeezing his nuts gently. Your other hand cups his firm ass, rubbing his anus with your fingertips, teasing him mercilessly.
You suddenly pop him out of your mouth, dragging your tongue across his head, feeling it throb inside your mouth. "You want to put it inside me, Jongho? Want to be inside my pussy?"
"Fuck yes," he grunts, pressing the tip of his dick against your mouth, your lips wrapping around his shaft, your tongue licking up and down it.
You continue your ministrations, occasionally grazing your teeth over the vein running along his length, while continuing to massage his scrotum, squeezing and stroking his balls. When you're satisfied with the state of his dick, you withdraw your mouth, licking his tip a few more times. You can feel his whole body trembling beneath you, his breathing uneven. He opens his mouth, but before any sound can escape, you plunge your face between his thighs, burying your face again between his legs. Suddenly, he lets out a shout, his body tensing up, causing you to gag slightly as you fight to swallow all of his seed. When he's finish shooting his load, you take his dick out of your mouth, sitting back on your heels, panting. He lays back on the bed, closing his eyes, seemingly exhausted.
After a few moments, you crawl up his body. "Jongho, you okay?â You ask, leaning over him.
âY/NâŠGod, that wasâŠâ He trails off, searching for the right word.
You lean forward, placing a tender kiss on his lips. âThat good?â
âYeahâŠâ He sighs, running his fingers through your hair.
You smile, leaning down to kiss him again. This time, he captures your lips with his, passionately kissing you. After a few minutes, Jongho breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against yours.
âDo you want to continue? Or would you rather rest?â He asks.
âI want to see what else you can do to me,â you answer, tracing his lips with your fingertip.
Jongho chuckles, lightly kissing your lips. âAnything you want.â
âThen show me,â you reply, planting a kiss on his cheek.
With that, he flips you over, lying you on your back. Ripping the condom packet open, he rolls the condom on his dick, positioning himself above you. He slowly lowers himself down, letting his cock sink inside of you. You let out a soft moan, as he continues to lower himself, until his entire length is inside of you.
âFuck, Jongho,â you moan, gripping his arms.
âIs this what you wanted?â He whispers, leaning forward, pressing his lips against yours.
âYesâŠâ You moan, raising your hips to meet his every thrust.
Jongho starts off slowly, thrusting his hips against yours, feeling your walls grasp his member tightly. You run your hands up and down his back, digging your nails into his flesh. Every thrust causes a new wave of pleasure to rush through you. Jongho slows his pace, moving his hips in a gentle circular motion, occasionally glancing at you to check if you're okay. You gaze up at him, admiring his beautiful features, letting out soft sighs every now and then. Jongho reaches behind you, running his hands over your ass, giving it a gentle squeeze.
âMmmâŠâ You moan, moaning even louder when he pinches your left nipple.
âTell me what you want, Y/N,â he murmur, rubbing his index finger against your clit.
âPlease, fuck me harder,â you gasp, lifting your hips, trying to get more of his cock inside of you.
âAre you sure? We could just stay like this,â he says, running his hand down your thigh.
You tighten your legs around his waist, pushing your pelvis against his. Jongho grabs a hold of your leg and begins pumping harder, driving himself into you again and again, each thrust causing your breath to hitch. He grips your waist, his face contorts with desire as he pushes himself deep inside of your pussy. You whimper and moan, arching your hips toward him, grinding against his pelvis, making you gush. As your orgasm approaches, you find yourself wrapping your arms around him, clinging onto him for support.
A moan escapes your lips as his fingers dig into your ass, his movements getting rougher and faster, filling you with ecstasy. Suddenly, he grabs a fistful of your hair, forcing your head towards him, capturing your lips with his.
"Oh yeah," you gasp, clawing at his back. "Like that. Oh God..."
âMmmmâŠâ He hums, increasing his pace, pounding his cock into you over and over again.
His breathing gets heavier, his thrusts getting deeper, harder, his movements rough and hurried. With every stroke, a fresh wave of pleasure courses through you, causing you to let out a whimper or cry, struggling to breathe. With his every thrust, he drives himself deeper, reaching every spot inside your pussy, touching your G spot with each push, until he feels his balls tightening against you, making you aware he's ready to explode.
âCome for me, Y/N,â he whispers, his fingers digging into your thighs.
You arch your back, arching your hips against his, clutching onto him tightly. You bite down hard on his shoulder, releasing all of the pent up tension inside you, screaming his name repeatedly. As he shoots his seed inside you, you feel your whole body tense up, convulsing in his arms as waves of bliss wash over you, making your head spin and your toes curl.
âAhhâŠâ You moan, his cock still pulsating inside of you.
Jongho lays breathless on top of you, his head resting on your chest. For a few minutes, neither of you move. After a moment of rest, you gently stroke the side of his face with your fingertips, running them up and down the side of his cheekbone. Jongho lifts his head off of your shoulder, running his fingers through your hair.
âHey,â he whispers, planting a kiss on your lips.
âHi,â you whisper back, wrapping your arms around his neck.
âHow do you feel?â He asks, running his fingers down your arm.
âAmazing,â you breathe out.
âGood,â he smiles, leaning in for another kiss. âCan I stay over? Since Iâm already in your bed?â
âJongho, your apartment is across the hall,â you laugh.
âItâs too far away from you,â he jokes, brushing his lips against yours.
âAlright, but only because you made me come so hard,â you grin.
Jongho laughs, running his fingers through your hair. âYou really are amazing,â he says, leaning down to kiss you again.
âNoona, you look way too happy,â Hongjoong mutters.
âDo you finally have a boyfriend?â Jinkyoung, your sister, questions, eyeing you suspiciously.
âIâm not dating anyone, Joong-ah,â you reply back, rolling your eyes. You're holding your infant niece with a smile on your lips. âJust friends.â
âUh huh," Jinkyoung rolls her eyes, a smile on her lips. âYou can tell me, unnie.â
âNope. Not with Hongjoong around,â you laugh. âCanât have him playing the brother card on me.â
âSo there is a guy!â Hongjoong exclaims, taking the baby from your arms, swinging her around before putting her down in her crib.
âYeah, you know him,â You smirk, reaching for your coffee mug.
âOh? One of the guys in your apartment building?â Hongjoong snorts.
âMaybe,â you shrug.
âAs long as itâs not someone that Jinkyoung introduced you to,â Hongjoong laughs, his wife throwing a pillow at him. âIf itâs one of the guys in your building, then Iâll know soon enough.â
âIf I tell you, are you going to harass him like you did with my last ex?â You ask, finishing your coffee. âI really like him, Hongjoong. Please donât ruin things for me.â
Hongjoong nods. âOf course I wonât. All we want is for you to be happy.â
âThanks,â you smile.
âSo who is it?â Jinkyoung interjects.
âItâs my neighbor across the hall and one of Hongjoong's coworkers,â you admit. âChoi Jongho.â
âOkayâŠâ Jinkyoung raises her eyebrow. âDid he seduce you?â
âJinkyung!â You pout, shaking your head. âNot like that. Itâs complicated.â
âGive me some details, unnie,â your sister giggles.
âHe's just helping me with my research for my new novel and then things justâŠkinda happened between us,â you said, shrugging.
âNo!â You exclaim. âI mean, weâve slept together once⊠Thereâs no label on it yet.â
âHmmâŠâ Hongjoong sighs. âAre you happy with him?â
âWell, weâre still figuring things out,â you sighed. âBut yeah, I think so.â
âDo I need to give Jongho a stern talking to when I see him in the office?â Your brother-in-law muses.
âDon't you dare,â you glare at him. âYou promised me that you wouldnât bother him.â
âAlright, alright. I wonât go all prosecutor on him,â he concedes. âSo, has he taken you out on any dates yet?â
You nod your head. âYeah. We went to the movies and out to eat a couple of times. Weâve been spending a lot of time together recently.â
âAnd howâs that going?â Jinkyoung probes.
âGreat,â you grin. âHeâs also helping me with my new novel. We never run out of things to talk about.â
âDoes he treat you well?â Hongjoong inquires.
âMore than well,â you blush, pouring yourself more coffee.
Jinkyoung and Hongjoong share a knowing look. âYou like him,â Jinkyoung states.
âI do,â you nod.
âGood,â she grins. âNow I wonât have to worry about finding someone for you anymore.â
âThank god,â you roll your eyes.
She laughs, âIf you like him, thatâs fine by me. As long as youâre happy, thatâs all that matters.â
âThanks, sis,â you smile.
âAlright, so does anyone want some cake?â Hongjoong asks, walking towards the kitchen.
âHell yes,â Everyone cheers, grabbing plates and forks. After everyone's finish eating, you clean up the kitchen, sitting down on the couch next to Jinkyoung.
âSo, what is it about this Jongho guy that makes you fall for him?â She asks.
âWe havenât known each other very long,â you shrug. âButâŠhe treats me better than anyone ever has. And he really listens to me when I talk to him. Even if itâs something boring or mundane, heâll listen and give me a response that shows that he actually cares.â
âThatâs sweet,â Jinkyoung smiles. âI bet you two are great together.â
âWeâre definitely getting along better than any other people Iâve dated,â you smile. âThis is the first time Iâve ever felt this way, Jinkyung-ah. It feels good.â
âIâm glad, unnie,â she leans in closer to you, placing her arm around your shoulders. âYou deserve to be happy.â
You smile softly, nodding your head. It isn't often that Jinkyoung talks to you this way. Most of the time, she keeps quiet unless she absolutely needed to speak.
âAnd if it doesnât work out with Jongho?â She asks, brushing your hair out of your face.
âThen it wonât,â you say, resting your head on her shoulder.
She gives you a hug. âWhatever happens, youâll always have me and Hongjoong to support you.â
âYouâre the best younger sister, you know that? I love you,â you kiss her cheek.
âLove you too,â she giggles. âNow hurry up and finish that novel. I wanna read it.â
âI will, I promise,â you laugh, standing up to grab your coat.
The next morning, you stand outside of Jonghoâs apartment door, knocking gently on the wooden frame.
A moment later, the door opens, revealing Jongho standing in front of you. His black hair's styled neatly, falling slightly onto his forehead. His brown eyes sparkle as they gaze at you, making you feel weak in the knees.
âMorning,â He greets, giving you a peck on the lips.
âMorning,â you return, breathing heavily. âYouâre wearing glasses today.â
âEh?â He tilts his head. "Does it look weird?â
âThey look good on you,â you admit.
He looks surprised, pulling them off and holding them in his hand. âThey really do?â
âYeah, they do,â youanswer, taking the glasses and putting them back on him.
âDid you have plans yesterday?â Jongho asks as he closes the door behind you. âYou were pretty silent.â
âI was at my sister's house,â you explain. âI went to go play with my cute niece and then Hongjoong interrogated me about my love life. I told him about us, but he made me promise that Iâd make sure that you werenât messing with me.â
Jongho chuckles, placing his hands in his pockets. âHow did he react?â
âHe wanted to give you a lecture,â you sigh. âBut I told him not to bother you.â
âWell, Iâm flattered,â Jongho smiles, bending down to place a kiss on your lips. âIâm glad he respects you.â
âMe too,â you grin.
Jongho wraps his arms around your waist, placing a small kiss on your nose. âLetâs get out of here. The weather is nice today.â
âSounds good to me,â you smile brightly. âWhat do you have planned for today?â
âNothing much,â he shrugs. âYou up for a walk?â
âSure," you nod, âI could use some fresh air.â
âAwesome,â Jongho grabs your hand, leading you out of the apartment building.
The sun's shining brightly, casting beautiful shadows on the buildings. Birds are chirping loudly in the trees, carrying on their daily activities. You walk alongside Jongho, admiring the view of downtown Seoul. Everything seems peaceful and calm; it's almost like nothing bad can happen on a day like today.
âLet me ask you something,â Jongho says, placing his hand on your lower back. âHow would you describe your relationship with me? Are we just having fun and hooking up?â
You stop in your tracks, looking at him. âI think weâre more than that," you whisper. âItâs hard to explain exactly why. But we seem to fit together.â
âMmm, I agree,â Jongho nods, wrapping an arm around your waist. âThereâs chemistry between us.â
âAnd you feel it too?â You ask, smiling widely.
âMost definitely,â he smiles.
âYou donât mind being with an old woman like me?â You joke, trying to break the tension.
âAge ainât nothinâ but a number,â Jongho retorts.
âMhm,â you hum. âSo, do you have anything else youâd like to ask me? Or do you want to keep flirting with me until we reach our destination?â
Jongho tangles his fingers with yours. âI really do like you, Y/N,â he admits. âAnd Iâm happy with whatever kind of relationship we decide to have with each other. I canât even begin to imagine what it must be like to finally find someone that youâre truly compatible with. So yeah, whatever we end up doingâŠIâll support you 100%.â
You let out a soft laugh. âWell, thank you,â you wrap your arms around his neck, bringing his head down for another kiss.
âIâve gotta say, though,â Jongho chuckles as you pull away from him. âI like these kisses a whole lot better when youâre naked.â
âMmm, I guess youâll just have to wait until later, huh?â You tease.
Jongho flashes you a sexy grin. âOh, I intend to.â
You both break into laughter, beginning to walk again.
You look over at Jongho, seeing him staring at you intensely. âI really am happy with you, Jongho,â you breathe out. âBeing with you is amazing. I know this started off as just research for my novel but as I spend more time with you, Iâm starting to realize that I donât want this to stop. I really like being with you.â
Jongho lets out a sigh, breaking eye contact. âSame goes for me. Being with you has made me feel more alive than Iâve felt in a long time.â
You stop in your tracks, turning around to face him. âYouâŠreally mean that?â
Jongho takes a step forward, placing a finger under your chin, forcing you to look at him. âYes. More than you could possibly imagine.â
âWowâŠâ You swallow, feeling butterflies in your stomach. âWhat is this feeling? Iâve never experienced anything like it before.â
âLike what?â Jongho cups your cheeks, tilting your head up.
âEverything feels different now,â you confess. âThe sun seems brighter. My heart beats faster. Itâs likeâŠthe universe has been waiting for me to meet you and you alone. I canât even put it into words.â
Jongho smiles softly. âY/NâŠyou make me feel the same way.â
âI want to experience everything with you,â you say, placing a gentle kiss on his lips. âFrom sunrise to sunset.â
Jongho wrap his arms around your waist, planting a kiss on your temple. âDoes that mean youâve fallen in love with me?â
âI think I might have,â you whisper.
âYou think?â He teases.
âShhâŠthis is the closest youâll ever get to hearing me admit it,â you chuckle.
Jongho wraps an arm around your shoulders, taking your hand. "Then Iâll wait until you say it. For as long as you need me to. Because I donât care how long it takes, Iâm gonna hear you say those three little words to me.â
Your breath hitches as you watch him move closer to you.
âIf you still feel that way in a few months, or even years, Iâll be right here, waiting for you,â he continues, kissing you lightly on the lips. âBut for nowâŠletâs go home.â
âOkay,â you smile, placing your hand in his.
The two of you walk side by side, enjoying the day. When you arrive back at the apartment building, you step out of Jonghoâs embrace.
âThank you so much for walking with me."
âAnytime,â Jongho replies, placing his hand on the small of your back. âAnd I hope you enjoyed yourself.â
âOf course I did,â you gush. You turn to head into your unit but Jongho grabs your hand. âJongho?â
âDo you want to spend the night?â Jongho asks. âOr maybe just a little while longer? Maybe watch a movie, cuddle, maybe fool around a bit?â
You let out a laugh, letting him tug you over to his door. âI thought youâd never ask.â
A few days later, you and Jongho meet with the guys for lunch. Wooyoung leans forward. âSooooâŠthe two of you finally left yorur apartment, huh?â
You laugh, Jongho slipping an arm around your shoulder. Seonghwa, Yeosang, San and Wooyoung raises their eyebrows.
Yeosang gestures to Jonghoâs arm. âSooo⊠when did this happen? I thought you guys were still trying to figure things out like going on dates and all.â
Jongho gives you a small look. âWell, that happened a while ago. And now we wanted to be exclusive and everything.â
âSince when?!â San asks incredulously. âHow did I miss this?!â
You look away. âA few days ago? But Iâm really happy with Jongho. So⊠I donât regret it.â
âGlad to hear it,â Seonghwa says, wiggling his eyebrows. âDo I hear wedding bells?â
You laugh, shaking your head. "Weâll cross that bridge when we get to it.â
The four of them start talking again, eventually reaching an agreement on what to do for the rest of the day. You squeeze Jonghoâs hand and give him a small look. You can tell he understands what you're trying to say, so he pulls you close, planting a soft kiss on your lips.
âLet me ask yâall a question,â Seonghwa breaks the silence. âYouâre both okay with the twelve years age gap right? Because holy shit. You look like a couple of teenagers who just had their first time together.â
Jongho laughs. âBeing with an older woman has opened my eyes to new things. Such as sex in every position known to man. And trust me, there are many, many positions.â
You slap Jonghoâs arm. âDonât go bragging about your stamina.â
Jongho wiggles his brows. "It isnât bragging if it's the truth." He wraps his arm around you, pulling you close. "Besides, you are well aware of how much energy I have left in the tank."
Wooyoung places his hands over his face. "Jesus. We get it!"
Yeosang clears his throat, trying to steer the conversation back towards safer territory. "Keep it in your pants."
You bury your head in Jonghoâs shoulder, giggling softly. You lean in closer, kissing him deeply. When you pull away, he has a mischievous grin on his face. âWhat are you thinking about, Jongho?â
âJust how happy I am to be with you,â he breathes out, pulling you in for another kiss.
âMe too,â you sigh happily, running your fingers through his hair.
Jongho rests his chin on top of your head. âWhere do you want to go for dinner tonight?â
You sit quietly for a minute, thinking about it. âHmmâŠwould it be weird if I suggest going to my sister's place? I know Hongjoong would probably interrogate you, but I really want you to meet my sister and niece.â
âHongjoong did corner me in the office the other dayâŠâ Jongho admits, laughing. âBut it wasnât too bad. I think I won him over with my charms.â
You smile, leaning into him. âThat man sure is something.â
âHe loves you,â Jongho kisses your forehead. âCanât blame him for wanting to see his sister-in-law happy.â
You smile, cuddling up against him. âI guess not.â
âLetâs go meet the rest of your family then,â Jongho gives in. âI hope your sister likes me.â
âSheâll like you Jongho,â you promise. âEven though sheâs gonna tease you endlessly.â
âBring it,â Jongho laughs.
True to your words, Jinkyoung absolutely likes Jongho and approves of your relationship with him. At first, Jinkyoung and Hongjoong were surprised that you suddenly showed up for dinner with Jongho in tow.
Jinkyoung's pleasantly surprised by Jongho, however. Not because she thought Jongho was handsome or anything, but because she noticed the way Jongho treats you. The way he genuinely cares for you and respects you. It's obvious that he has fallen hard for you, and it warms Jinkyoungâs heart. She hugs you tightly when you're both alone.
The night's filled with laughter and relentless teasing. You watch as Jongho is playing with your infant niece and you can't help but let out a small smile at how cute the interaction was. Your niece is playing with her toys, chewing on the wooden blocks, and when she sees Jongho, she squeals excitedly. Her expression changes as she stares up at him and she reaches out towards him.
Jongho grins, kneeling down to pick her up. He cradles her against his chest, carefully walking around the room as he speaks to her in a soothing voice. He rubs her belly as she cooes happily, tugging on his hair.
âHeâs good with kids, unnie,â Jinkyoung mutters next to you, eyes locked on the scene in front of her. âVery, very good with kids.â
You glance at her, shaking your head in amusement. âWhat are you insinuating, Jinkyung-ah?â
Jinkyoung chuckles. âThat Jongho might make a good father some day.â
You feel a knot form in your throat. She's joking, right? Of course she is. âHe will,â you whisper, keeping your eyes fixed on the adorable sight in front of you.
After dinner, Hongjoong carries your niece upstairs and tucks her into her crib while Jongho helps clean the table. As soon as they left, Jinkyoung wraps her arms around you, hugging you tightly.
âThank you for bringing him here and letting me meet him,â she whispers. âHe really seems to really care for you. It warms my heart.â
You close your eyes, resting your head against hers. âI feel the same way about him.â
âThen I have no doubts that heâs the right man for you,â she pats your back. "I'm so happy for you, unnie."
"Me too," you whisper, opening your eyes and giving her a watery smile. You give your sister a hug, pulling away when you hear Jongho call out your name.
âReady to head home?â He asks.
You nod, giving both your brother-in-law and sister hugs before leaving. As you make your way to your apartment building, Jongho grabs your hand. âThanks for inviting me to meet your family. Your sister and niece seems to really like me.â
âOf course did,â you laugh. âWho wouldnât?â
Jongho gives you a reassuring squeeze. âStill, thanks for introducing us.â
âYou know what the best part of the night was?â You ask him, Jongho looking at you expectantly. âWatching you with my niece. How sweet you were with her. Iâve never seen you interact with children before and it melted my heart.â
âYeah?â Jongho asks. âHow sweet was I?â
You punch him lightly on the arm. âSweet enough that I want one now.â
âMaybe someday,â Jongho says gently. âRight now, I want to focus on being with you and showing you how much you mean to me. Starting with showing you how beautiful you are to me as soon as we walk through this door. Got it, ma'am?" He brings your hand up to his mouth, placing a kiss to your knuckles.
âSounds good to me,â you answer, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside.
You spend the rest of the evening curled up on the couch with Jongho. In between watching movies and TV shows, you spend a lot of time snuggling together, holding hands and sharing gentle kisses. The evening flies by far too quickly and before you knew it, it's already bedtime.
âWant me to stay the night?â Jongho asks, pulling you closer.
âMmmâŠâ You hum, Jongho smothering your face with kisses. âI definitely want you to stay the night.â
Jongho grins. âGood girl.â
As you lay in each otherâs arms, you listen to the sounds of your own breathing, slowly getting drowsy. You close your eyes, enjoying the warmth of his body next to yours. His presence calms you, allowing you to relax completely.
Just as you start drifting off to sleep, you feel Jongho kissing your forehead. âNight Y/N,â he murmurs.
âGoodnight,â you mumble, nestling further into him.
Soon, you fall asleep in his arms. With his breath fanning across your skin, his heartbeat calming your mind, and the warmth of his body cocooning you in safety, you drift off to sleep easily. You sleep better this night than you ever had before.
And you dream of nothing but him.
You wake up in Jonghoâs arms the following morning, curled up against him. Your arms are wrapped tightly around his torso, your legs intertwined with his.
âGood morning,â Jongho smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
âMorning,â you yawn, burying your face into his chest.
âHow are you feeling?â Jongho asks, running his fingers through your hair.
âPretty great,â you answer, closing your eyes.
âGood,â he smirks, moving one of his hands down to cup your breast.
You moan softly as his thumb grazes across your nipple. âMmmâŠthat feels nice.â
Jongho leans down to take a deep breath, sucking on your earlobe. "Feels nice, huh?â
âVery nice.â
âMmmâŠâ Jongho groans, rolling onto his back. âC'mere.â
You smile as you move to straddle him, sitting on top of him. You rub your cheek against his, breathing in his scent.
Jongho reaches down to stroke your thigh, squeezing the sensitive flesh between his fingertips. "What are you thinking about?â Jongho asks, stroking your hair.
âYou,â you answer. âYouâre the only thing Iâve been thinking about since last night.â
Jongho presses his forehead against yours. âGood,â he says. âBecause I was thinking about you, too.â
You lean down to kiss him, tasting the remnants of sex on his lips. His tongue traces the outline of your lips, begging you to open them. You did, allowing his tongue to explore every inch of your mouth. You moan as you return the favor, kissing him passionately.
As you pull away from him, your breathing becomes heavier. You sit up slightly, wrapping your arms around his neck. Jongho takes hold of your hips, slowly sliding inside of you. You groan as he fills you completely. âThat feels good,â you whisper.
âIt does indeed,â Jongho grunts, slowly rocking back and forth.
âGod, JonghoâŠâ You cry out, feeling him press even deeper into you.
He gently brushes his fingertips against your skin, sending shivers throughout your body. You close your eyes, leaning your head against his shoulder. As the two of you rock together, your hands begin to wander over each otherâs bodies. When he brings his hands to cup your breasts, you moan.
âFuuuck,â Jongho growls, pulling you close to him. âYouâre driving me crazy, Y/N.â
âIs that such a bad thing?â You grin, rolling your hips against his.
Jongho grips your ass, grinding himself against you. âNot at all.â
You give him a small smile before laying your head on his chest. You slowly start licking his nipples, teasing him with your tongue. He throws his head back, arching his body.
As you lick and nip at his chest, Jongho pulls you even closer to him, letting your skin touch. He leans back against the headboard of the bed, holding you against him. He buries his face in your neck, whispering dirty things into the flesh. "Mmm, that's it, Y/N."
Jongho increases the pace of his movements. The two of you moan in unison, losing track of who's moaning first. Your breaths are coming out in quick pants as Jongho increases his speed, thrusting himself in and out of you faster and faster. Just when you thought things can't get any better, they suddenly did. You come undone, moaning loudly as you scream his name. Your climax sends tingles along his shaft. Jongho growls, biting his lower lip as he thrusts a final time, coming undone inside you.
Jongho peppers your neck with kisses, his nose nuzzling into your hairline. You sigh happily as he strokes your arm, gazing into his eyes.
âMmm, you feel so good,â you lean up to kiss him.
Jongho smiles, lifting you off of him. âFeel free to sit on me anytime.â
You laugh. âIâll keep that in mind.â
âWanna go for round 2?â Jongho whisper into your ear, licking your earlobe.
âMmm, why donât we just stay in and just fuck all day?â You whisper back, moving in for another kiss.
Jongho laughs, nipping your bottom lip. âThat sounds like a plan to me.â
The two of you lay there, lazily caressing each otherâs skin. The sun's shining brightly outside, illuminating the room. As you lay there next to Jongho, the realization hits you. The sunlight seems brighter. The sky seems bluer. Your breathing seems easier. Everything's justâŠbetter.
And you realize something; it isn't just because you're with Jongho. This is something you feel from the moment you met him. Something that has always been there. It's just hidden underneath all of the stress and confusion you're feeling at the time. But now, after having found the person you truly want to be with, it all just falls into place.
This feeling, you realize, is happiness. Pure, unadulterated happiness. And you realize you haven't felt this in a very long time.
You poke at Jonghoâs cheek. âHey, Iâm gonna go get my laptop and be right back. Okay?â
âWhatever for?â Jongho sleepily asks.
âTo write my novelâŠâ You mutter, his hands drifting up to stroke your thighs.
âOh, I see,â He places a kiss on your neck.
âMaybe Iâll let you fuck me as I writeâŠâ You breathe out, biting your lower lip.
Jonghoâs grip tightens on your hips, causing you to whimper. âMaybe,â he murmurs. âYou wonât be able to do anything but writhe in pleasure as I fill you with my cock.â
You lick your lips, looking into his eyes. âAll that dirty talk has me hot and bothered already.â
Jongho grins and lightly slaps your ass. âGo get your laptop and come back to bed.â
You laugh, crawling off of him. âAlright, lover boy.â
Jongho chuckles, adjusting himself as you left the room. As soon as you're gone, he turns on some music, sinking down into the covers. Within minutes, you crawl back into bed, your laptop in hand.
âLetâs get started!â You say excitedly, setting the laptop on your lap. âToday is the day! The day where my story will finally be done! No more struggling to find inspiration! No more writerâs block! The end is finally near!â
Jongho rolls over, putting his arms behind his head. âWell, Iâm always here for a distraction if you need one. Just say the word and Iâll be there to service you.â
You burst out laughing, turning your attention back to your computer screen. You begin typing, ready to finish this. To finally tie up all of these loose ends. It wouldâve taken you hours to write what you wrote in mere minutes. Even writing's easier than dealing with everything else. But writing's almost therapeutic, letting your mind run free without worrying about the reality of life.
This book has changed you, that's obvious. The sex scenes aren't exactly pornographic. They're intimate and sensual, which makes them even hotter. But beyond that, it helped you discover the truth about yourself. About your desires and fantasies. Most importantly, about Jongho. About how much you care for him and how much he cares for you. And that's something you never would have guessed.
Jongho brushes a lock of your hair behind your ear, watching you type. âDo you know how beautiful you look right now? All serious and focused, writing your heart out. Like an artist painting her masterpiece.â
You look up at him, smiling shyly. âThank you.â
âWouldnât have said it if it wasnât true,â he says, smiling back at you.
You nod, continuing to write. As you keep going, you realize something; Jongho isn't distracting you from writing. You actually really like working with him nearby. You love seeing his expressions change as you describe the passion and intimacy between the two of you. Youâd never admit it to anyone else, but it makes you feel happy.
Really, really happy.
It takes you about two hours to finish the first draft of your novel. After sending it to your editor, you close your laptop and settle back in bed, Jonghoâs arms wrapping around you. You're glad he's sleeping naked because your nipples immediately perk up as soon as his bare chest touches yours.
You run your fingers through his hair, enjoying the sound of his breathing as he sleeps. Your mind wanders to thoughts of the previous night and the previous months. You still can't believe how far youâd come with Jongho. How much your feelings for him has grown. And how much happier you are now. In the span of a few short months, everything has changed. And not just for you. For Jongho, too.
You smile, rubbing his stomach lightly. âJongho?â
âHmm?â He murmurs, not opening his eyes.
âI think Iâm finally ready to say it,â you breathe out. âI love you, Jongho.â
His eyes open immediately. âSay it again.â
You blink a few times, startled by his words. âI love you.â
âAgain,â Jongho whispers.
âI love you,â you repeat.
He places his hand on your cheek, gently brushing your lips with his. âSay it one more time.â
You bite your lip, leaning into him. âI love you.â
He kisses you softly, pressing his nose against yours. âI love you, too.â
đ”â§âËđ€/đž: smut, 18+, mdni!!! quite unhinged ngl. light foodplay(?), questionable use of lollipop, creampie, unprotected sex. piv, fingering, spitting, overstimulation if you squint, nasty :3 đ”â§âËđą/đŻ: don't ask me anything, i passed out from horny and woke up to thisđ§ââïž
Jongho doesnât know what came over him, but when his eyes fell on your tongue swirling around the blue lemonade lollipop. Any sense of composedness left his body.
Grabbing your ankles, a surprised yelp left your lips as you slid on the bed, Jongho leaning over you, nose flaring. âYouâre such a fucking tease, babe,â he groaned, snatching the lollipop from his hand as he kissed you roughly, hands finding home in your hair.Â
Surprised you were, but you couldnât kiss him back. Not when you could feel his hard-on poking through his jeans. Moaning against his plush lips, you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in deeper.Â
âIf you wanted me to fuck you with this godforsaken candy,â Jongho groaned, biting your bottom lip, âYou couldâve just said so.â
You smirked to yourself. It had partially been your goal to rile up your boyfriend when you started eating the candy. Busy as he was with his schedule, you, too, wanted his attention in more ways than one. But deciding against just telling him so, you took a different approach this time as you sucked on the candy obnoxiously loudly, making it a point to loll out your tongue for your boyfriend to see.
Cursing, Jongho pulled down your panties in a hurry, spitting on your cunt as he spread you wide open before him.
âYour pussy is weeping for me, love,â he smirked, pride swelling in his chest. âPoor baby just needed Jjongâs thick cock, isnât that right, darling?â
You nod frantically, biting your lips. âFuck, yes, Jongho!âÂ
Grinning, he slid the candy up and down your leaking slit, your juices covering the sweet. Sucking in a breath, Jongho spat on your pussy, watching with dazed eyes as the candy rubbed it all in, light gleaming off your folds.
Slowly, he pushed the head of the candy into your hole, rolling it around your gummy walls.Â
âMmgnfâJongho,â you moan out, the feeling both foreign and delicious.Â
Jongho chuckled, fisting his cock with his other hand. âWhat is it, baby? Use your words.â
âN-need you,â you choke out. âNeed your cock.â
He was about to comply when he thought of something else. Taking out the now-drenched candy, he swiftly took the candy off the paper stick, pushing it deep into your cunt.Â
âJongho!â You gasp, the ball making you feel strangely full.
âWhat?â He asks innocently. âYou were waiting for this.â
Giving his already hard cock a few strokes, he pushed his bulbous head in, both moaning at the sensation.Â
âFuck, Y/n,â he groans before taking it out. Both of you were such fucking tease.
âJjong, baby, please,â you moan out, almost on the verge of tears.Â
Grinning, he pushes in without warning, arching your back off the mattress. âFuck!â
Jongho holds down your waist, his head tipped back in ecstasy as your walls suck him in, the candy just above his tip. Each time he thrusts in, the ball goes deeper inside you before falling back, sending a jolt down Jonghoâs spine.
Fucking deep inside you, Jongho rubs his thick fingers on your clit in tight circles, making you squirm in overstimulation. âFuck, jongho, baby, fuck!â
It didnât take long for you to come around his calloused fingers with a cry of his name.
Holding you down, Jongho followed right behind, flooding inside your pussy, his seed spilt out of your fluttering hole. Pulling out with a groan, Jonghoâs fingers slipped right in, doing a âcome hitherâ motion. The candy dripping with his cum as he pulled it out of your hole, a sick smile on his lip.
Keeping his eyes locked on yours, he popped the dripping candy in his mouth, shameless as he rolled it around his mouth.Â
âDisgusting,â You giggled, but it was hot, you canât argue.Â
Spitting the candy out, Jongho climbed over you, holding your chin as he kissed you deeply; the saltiness and the sweetness went straight to your twitching cunt.Â
âSweet, isnât it, baby?â He smirked, licking a strip along your jaw.
thinking about yeosang teaching jongho to fuck you
the first thing that shocked everyone was when jongho came to his hyung's, asking for help because he was worried he'd be bad in bed. however, the second thing that completely took everyone aback was when yeosang offered to help, his arm draped loosely over your lap as you sat on the arm of the couch. his voice was calm, his face stoic, and no one could tell if he was joking or not.
"yeo, I don't knowâ"
"thanks yeosang." jongho cut off san who was still looking at your boyfriend like he was trying to solve the world's hardest puzzle, but as jongho sat down and everyone went back to what they were doing, the topic died out. except to you. thoughts of how your lovely boyfriend planned on helping his friend flooded your mind, because unlike the others, you knew that it wasn't a joke.
oh he wasn't. definitely not joking in the slightest.
which leads to now, you're sprawled out on the bed, knees digging into the soft mattress of your boyfriend's bed while your upper body is pinned down by jongho's strong grip. his hips snapped into yours with brutal force, choked sobs tore through your lips, and your thigh shook violently.
"j-jongho," you mewled loudly as the head of his cock brushed over your sweet spot, body threatening to lock up due to the sudden increase of pleasure. jongho, however, began to worry that he was hurting you somehow.
"you're not hurting her," yeosang's voice was smooth as he walked around the bed, crouching down until he could clearly see your fucked out face, tears drenching your flushed cheeks, causing strands of hair to stick to them. "isn't that right, angel? you love being pinned down and used like a fuck toy, don't you?"
you whined loudly as jongho's grip on your hip tightened, and you knew that there would be bruises later. all coherent words died on your tongue, and the only thing you could muster was a nod of your head. yeosang reached forward, brushing a few strands of hair out of your face, whispering sickly sweet filth to you.
but you knew better; his voice had always been deceptive.
hell he had you spread out before jongho even touched you, showing him everything that made you tick. it was both a blessing and a curse, but god as jongho continued to plow into you, you began to believe it was the former.
"'m gonna cum!" you all but screeched as that coil in the pit of your tummy tightened beyond normal levels. your feet kicked as sobs fell from your lips, trying to get away, but jongho's grip was far too strong, and you were forced to take everything he was giving you.
"hyungâ"
"she's fine, keep going, we're getting to the best part," yeosang instructed the brunette, who looked at him with scrunched eyebrows, but as your cunt squeezed around him jongho didn't stop, much less slow down.
"jongho!" you screamed your throat raw when that band snapped, and your heart washed over you like a tsunami. your hips jerked as you drenched jongho's cock as well as the sheets underneath you. pathetic and borderline pornographic moans spilled from your lips.
"don't stop." yeosang stood back up, eyes locked on jongho who looked unsure, but yeosang hasn't led him astray yet, so he did as told.
"o-oh shit," you cried out, one hand flying back to grab jongho's forearm, nails biting at his skin and threatening to draw blood. white spots clouded your vision as the brunette's cock hit all the right spots with every stroke, leaving you lying there nearly breathless.
"keep going until you cum, she can take." yeosang chuckled, folding his arms over his chest as he watched one of his best friends absolutely demolish his girlfriend. not something he ever really thought about doing, but he would have to see about giving jongho future lessons.
yeosang just to make sure he's well educated, really.
ăsummaryă : a set of drabbles displaying each ateez member's biggest kink
ăword countă : 2.8k total (300-450 words per member)
ăwarningsă : smut, established relationship, kissing, unprotected sex, clit stimulation, multiple orgasms, oral (m and f), fingering, titty sucking, body worship(?), car sex, manhandling, face fucking, spanking, pet names including : baby, pretty girl, doll, darling, slut, whore, good girl, love, babygirl. (each member has a clear warning at the beginning of their section, i just don't wanna ruin the surprise :P)
ăauthor's noteă : happy valentines day guys! i have been working on this for a while so I hope you like it<3 feedback is appreciated! cover by @kisssan :P
hongjoong - overstimulation
he LOVES overstimulation, but more specifically, he loves overstimulating you. hearing you plead with him, telling him itâs too much, only makes him want to go further. and when you finally break, he turns into the biggest sweetheart.
you are lying down on your back as your boyfriend fucks into your cunt relentlessly. his thumb massages over your clit in circles, making you whine his name. this is your 4th? 5th? 6th? orgasm, you canât even remember at this point. the only thing you could think about is your body convulsing in pleasure underneath his touch.
your legs shake as they are wrapped around his waist, allowing him deeper access. âfuck, baby, your pussy feels so good,â he groans, speeding up both the pace of his hips and his thumb. broken gasps escape your throat, accentuating your fucked-out expression. you donât know how much longer you can keep up.
âcâmon baby, you can give me another one,â he pushes while purposely grinding deeper. âcum on my cock, pretty girl.â
he would stop at nothing if it meant forcing an orgasm out of you. and when you finally felt another crashing over, all you could do was cry out in pleasure, digging your nails into his wrists in the process. âfuuuck, fuck, fuck,â you whimper, tightening your grip on him.
he spills inside of you while leaning closer to kiss you and muffle your loud noises. his forehead rests against yours and he leaves another kiss on your lips. his thrusts fade slowly into a stop. the mix of your release and his cum made an exaggerated sound as he pulls all the way out of you.
âi donât know how much more i can take,â you explain with a shaky voice, still coming down from your high.
âi know, doll. i know,â he fakely empathized, as he began to line himself up at your entrance again.
seonghwa - hair pulling
whether you are sucking his dick or heâs giving you back shots, he always finds a way to pull your hair. he also enjoys when you grip his hair during missionary or when he is eating you out. someoneâs hair has to be tugged on at all times.
his head is nestled between your thighs, his tongue working its way across your clit with unbelievable precision. his arms are wrapped around each of your legs as they rest on his shoulders to keep you from squirming.
his nose brushes across your bud deliciously each time he drags his tongue up from your entrance. his black strands of hair are trapped in sections between your fingertips, gripping tighter with each movement.
âh-hwa, iâm close,â you whine out, mindlessly gripping his hair harder. he hums in satisfaction as his nails start to dig crescent shapes into your thighs.
he looks up at you with his boba eyes and a pussy drunk type look on his face. âyou taste so good baby, hold on just a little longer,â he dives back into your heat.
your head lolls back as you try to hold in your orgasm for as long as possible. but the way his tongue worked your clit, and his fingers brushed your spongy spot with each thrust only pushed you closer to the edge. it was becoming harder and harder to stay still, to the point where he had to hold you in your place.
the way you gripped his hair made the tent in his boxers grow larger and tighter. it turns him on so much. âthere you go. cum on my tongue, darling,â he begged while making eye contact with your worn out expression.
not even a second later, the feeling takes over. the twitching legs, the unsteady breathing, everything. and seonghwa was there to work you through it. âahh, fuckkkk,â you cry out in pleasure, as he gets ready to unzip his pants.
yunho - size kink
itâs mainly the power dynamics that he likes. he finds pleasure in the fact that he could easily over power you at any time, and how small you are compared to him. seeing the bulge of his large dick in your belly is also a plus :3
the way his hand holds your hips, his fingers spanning over their entirety, send a shock up your spine. he squeezes gently, and you arch into the touch, heart beat quickening.
he shifts, lifting you effortlessly onto his lap like you weigh nothing. "i love how you fit right here," he says, hands roaming up your sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of your breasts. he cups them, palms engulfing the soft mounds. and you gasp at the pressure, nipples hardening under the thin fabric of your top.
he rocks his hips up, and you feel the hard length of his cock pressing against your core through his jeans. it's thick, making you clench in anticipation. you grind down tentatively, savoring the stretch even clothed, but he stills you with a firm grip on your ass. "not yet," he breathes, fingers digging in just enough to bruise.
his shirt hits the floor first, revealing the expanse of his chest, muscles rippling as you shimmy out of your pants. naked now, you straddle him again, his cock standing rigid between you - long and girthy, the head already leaking pre-cum. yunho guides your hand to it, wrapping your smaller fingers around the base. you can barely close them, stroking slowly as he watches, mesmerized.
âi donât think it will fit, yunho.â
âdonât worry, baby,â he assures you, leaving a kiss on your temple âiâll make it fit.â he lifts you higher, positioning you above him. the tip nudges your entrance, slick with your arousal, and he lowers you inch by inch. your pussy stretches around him, walls fluttering at the fullness, the burn of accommodation making you moan. yunho's hands steady your hips, controlling the pace, letting you feel every ridge and vein as he fills you.
"that's it," he encourages, voice strained.
yeosang - choking / breath play
he always finds his hands wrapped around your throat when he is inside you. or (per your request) he would hold you in a headlock while he fucks you in doggy, so you could feel his huge bicep while you struggle to breathe.
you can feel his muscular chest underneath your fingertips as his fingers trace the curve of your neck. yeosang pulls you close, his body pressing against yours.
sloppy wet kisses are exchanged between you before he pushes your back onto the couch. his hands roam your body, palms rough against your skin, cupping your breasts and pinching your nipples until theyâre hard. you arch into him, breath hitching, but he takes his time. mouth following his fingers - sucking one nipple, then the other, teeth grazing lightly.
when he finally settles between your legs, his cock hard and throbbing against your thigh, he pauses. his eyes lock on yours. âyou ready?â he whispers, and you nod, spreading wider. he pushes in slowly, your pussy stretching around his thickness. the fullness makes you gasp, walls clenching as he bottoms out, filling you completely.
his hand creeps up your abdomen, then between your breasts, trailing up to your throat. fingers wrap around it gently at first, thumb pressing into the hollow of your neck. he starts to thrust deep, measured strokes that grind against your inner walls, building friction without haste. the pressure on your throat increases with each push, restricting your air just enough to make your head swim. you feel every vein of his cock dragging inside you, as his grip tightens.
âfuck, you take me so well,â he groans, hips rolling lazily. your hands clutch his shoulders, nails digging in as oxygen becomes a tease - shallow breaths that heighten every sensation. stars flicker at the edges of your vision, your pussy fluttering around him.
he shifts then, pulling out with a wet sound. âturn over,â he commands softly. on your hands and knees, ass up, he enters you again from behind, slower this time, savoring the angle. one arm snakes around your neck, locking you in a headlock. his massive bicep bulges against your cheek as he squeezes. you struggle for breath, the muscle flexing with each thrust, cutting off air in pulses that match his rhythm.
he fucks you steadily, cock plunging deep, hitting that spot that makes your toes curl. the headlock tightens, your face pressed into the corded strength of his arm, inhaling his scent mixed with sweat. pressure builds low in your belly, coiling tighter with every restricted gasp. he releases just enough to let you whimper, then squeezes again, driving you higher.
san - praise kink
he will make sure you know how sexy you are, how good you feel, and kiss every inch of your body just to prove it. every other word that slips from his mouth is a praise. and donât get me started on when you praise him, because it awakens a different kind of animal.
"you're so fucking beautiful," he murmurs, his voice low and husky, lips brushing your earlobe before trailing down to your neck. he kisses the sensitive spot just below your jaw, sucking gently until you gasp. his mouth moves lower, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone, his tongue flicking out to taste you. you arch slightly, feeling the heat building between your thighs as his hands slide up your sides.
he takes his time, worshipping every inch of you. he kisses the swell of your breast, then captures your nipple between his lips, sucking slow and deep while his hand kneads the other. "god, these tits. they're so perfect."
when he reaches your thighs, he spreads them gently, kissing the inner skin, inching closer to your pussy but teasing. "you're dripping for me already." his tongue finally laps at your folds, slow strokes that have you moaning, but he pulls back to kiss your knees, your calves, even your ankles, ensuring no part is forgotten.
"ohmygod, your tongue feels so good, sannie," you whisper, threading fingers through his hair.
he growls low in his throat, the praise sending electricity through his body. in a blur, he pins your wrists above your head, his hard cock pressing against your entrance. "say it again," he demands, voice rough, before thrusting in deep, filling your pussy with one powerful stroke. he fucks you harder now, hips snapping quickly. "fuck, you feel like heaven around my cock. so tight," he leans down to kiss you "so perfect."
the pace builds sensually, his mouth claiming yours in a bruising kiss as he drives deeper, your bodies slick with a thin layer of sweat. every thrust proves his devotion and awakens something inside you both.
mingi - dry humping / frottage
mingi likes the little things in life, and when you are in a situation where you canât just fuck, dry humping will have to do. but donât let this sound like it is the second best option, because the passion he puts into it will make you think otherwise.
he reclines his seat just enough to pull you over the gearshift to settle in his lap, your sundress riding up your thighs. the confined space makes everything feel more intimate. the way his palms slide under the hem, gripping your bare skin as you straddle him. his cock hardens instantly against your panties, thick and obvious through his sweatpants, and you shift, pressing down to feel the full weight of it against your clothed folds. mingi exhales sharply, eyes half-lidded as he guides your hips in a slow roll, building the friction.
âlove how you feel like this,â he breathes, nuzzling your jaw, his lips leaving a trail of kisses. you rock forward, the ridge of his erection dragging over your clit with each pass, sending jolts of heat straight to your core. no rushing, no stripping away barriers - he savors the barrier itself, the tease of cotton and fleece amplifying every movement. his fingers knead your ass, urging you deeper and faster, while his other hand slips into your neckline, pinching your nipple until you gasp.
the windows begin to fog up around you. mingi's thrusts meet yours from below, his length pulsing as your arousal soaks through, marking the fabric. he watches you, adoring the hue of pink on your cheeks, the way your breasts bounce with the rhythm. âyou're everything,â he murmurs, voice strained, and when the pressure coils tight, you shatter against him, clenching onto nothing. waves of bliss rip through without him inside. he groans, hips bucking as he cums, hot spurts trapped and soaking his pants, his arms wrapping you tight.
you have both made a mess of yourselves without even taking your clothes off.
wooyoung - brat / brat tamer dynamics
you live to be a brat, and wooyoung only falls into your trap every.single.time. it is starting to feel like he likes the game just as much as you do. he loves putting you in your place, maybe even slapping here and there, all while whispering degrading things in your ear.
tonight you tease him at the party - brushing your ass against his crotch while dancing with his friends, whispering how you'd rather grind on someone else. he stays cool, but you feel him twitch through his jeans, betraying him.
back at the apartment, the door barely clicks shut before he pins you against the wall, his hand fisting your hair. "think you're clever, huh?" he growls, breath hot on your neck. you smirk, arching into him, but he slaps your cheek lightly, sharp enough to sting, making your pussy clench. âget on your knees.â
you drop defiantly, but your mouth waters as you unzip him, his thick cock springing free.
he grabs your jaw, forcing you to look up. âopen wide, slut. before i make you.â you part your lips, tongue flicking out to lick the tip, savoring his groan. but he doesn't let you take control. he thrusts deep into your throat, fucking your mouth with rough snaps of his hips. âthat's it, choke on it like the desperate whore you are.â tears prick your eyes, but heat pools between your thighs.
he pulls out suddenly, hauling you up and bending you over the couch. your skirt hikes up, and his palm cracks against your ass - once, twice, the slaps echoing as your skin blooms red.
âcount them,â he demands, fingers dipping into your wetness.
âone... fuck, two...â you gasp, pushing back, but he spanks harder, whispering, âpathetic. can't even behave without begging for more.â he yanks your panties aside, rubbing his shaft along your slick folds, teasing your entrance.
"please, woo," you whimper, breaking first. he chuckles darkly, slamming deeper. his thrusts are punishing, hips slapping your sore ass, one hand around your throat.
âbeing a good girl now? taking it like you deserve?â he breathes in your ear, giving you goosebumps. he kisses the marks he left, murmuring, âmy perfect little troublemaker.â
jongho - edging
sex with jongho is no quick interaction. it could last an hour, maybe multiple hours. your orgasm is so so close, then he rips it away from you like taking candy away from a child. but once he finally lets you have it, it becomes more earth-shattering each time.
your head spins in a haze of heat as jongho has you pinned down. thereâs no frantic rutting here - he is a master of torment, dragging out the fuck for hours, his muscles flexing under your desperate grip.
you've lost track of time. it's been at least two hours of this slow grind, his hips circling to rub every ridge against your sensitive walls, building that fire in your belly until it's roaring.
you arch up, breath ragged, begging with your eyes as the climax hovers just out of reach. âjongho, fuck, let me-â but he senses it, that telltale flutter of your pussy squeezing him tight, and he freezes, buried to the hilt, his thumb pressing your clit without mercyâŠthen nothing.
he pulls back, leaving you empty and throbbing, a cruel grin splitting his face. âpatience, love,â he rasps, before slamming home again, restarting the climb.
his hands bruise your hips, yanking you onto his shaft in deep, measured strokes that smack wetly against your skin.
hours bleed into a fever dream and finally, his pace shifts into feral pounding into your g-spot. ânow,â he commands, and you shatter. hours of your built up orgasm ripping through like a storm, pussy gushing around his pistoning cock, waves crashing endlessly.
âyesss, let it all out, babygirl.â
but he doesnât stop, forcing you to chase your second high immediately after. and then another. and another.
mentions of dom/sub dynamics, impact play, word "cunt" used,
bf!jongho sings while doing chores. it's expected, isn't it? but he does and it's one of the most comforting things about him. you cook, he cleans-- you had a great meal to celebrate ateez's newest comeback while he's still at home before the schedules start, and as you fall into a food-induced nap on the couch, he sings whatever song is stuck in his head, moving around the kitchen, cleaning up the mess. you wake up to him humming, draping a blanket over you, and kissing your forehead.
bf!jongho is goofyyyyy. all those silly moments he has in wanteez videos or in silly challenges with the guys, that's what your entire relationship is like. he love love loves making you laugh and he has no idol image to protect with you, so he is SILLLYYYYY. you've heard all the weird voices and seen all the silly faces he could possibly have to offer and yet he still keeps coming up with new silly things to do to make you laugh. he's witty, he's smart, he's punny, he's your favorite entertainment.
bf!jongho is very supportive of you doing what makes you happy and following your dreams, but he's also very protective of you. if you tell him about someone in your life with bad vibes, he's giving you practical (if not a little tough) advice to help you through. if your job is sucking the life out of you, he encourages you to make a change and promises to help support you through the change. he always wants the best for you is always willing to put in the work to show you that his support is not only surface level. he'll take the phone right out of your hand to argue with someone on your behalf if they're being rude to you LOL
bf!jongho likes to dance with you. any kind of dancing. could be swaying to gentle music in the kitchen while you're baking, could be teaching you the new ateez choreography, could be following a waltzing lesson on YouTube with you. he loves holding you close and having these sweet tender moments where he can share one of his favorite hobbies with you. any relationship with him is going to be very musical, so he really appreciates these moments with you <3
bf!jongho fucks like a frat boy, ok?? he does. he's cocky and a little rough and quick and enjoys taking what he wants (not without your consent, of course). king of manhandling as well btw!! he'll shove you across the bed, flip you over, yank you by the hips back to him if you try to crawl away when he's still interested in taking more. he's so strong you can't get away even if you wanted to.
bf!jongho has never once left you hanging, though. no matter how much he invites himself to take from you, he'll always repay it to you. it seems like his stamina never ends in bed. you'll be slowing down after round three and he's burying his face between your legs again mumbling something about a reward for taking his cock so well even though it had you sliding across the bed and hitting your head on the headboard.
bf!jongho is vocal in bed. did you think he wouldn't be? sooo many "ahhh"s and gasps and low moans. he likes to talk you through it as well in his lower, calmer register. he definitely takes command of your senses when he does that, to the point it starts to become a bit of a dom/sub dynamic bc whenever he uses that voice and quietly, calmly tells you to stay still while he smacks your cunt, you find yourself doing it even though the sting and the little bit of embarrassment you feel at being so turned on by having your cunt slapped makes you want to curl away from him
bf!jongho suggests bondage when he realizes just how much you enjoy being manhandled and bossed around by him. tying you up in pretty patterns of ropes helps him use you just how he likes, however, whenever <3 it's especially fun to him to do something like have your arms and legs bound behind you and have a vibrator wedged perfectly between your thighs so there's absolutely no escaping it, and then he can either sit aside and watch you squirm while fisting his big cock, or he can go about his day in the apartment doing whatever he wants until your moans and cries are so loud he finally decides to have mercy on you <3
neurodivergent girlfriend who's hypersexual x loving boyfriend Jongho...
minors dni
who has never been more relaxed about anything in his entire life because he's giving it to you on the regular and you both think it's probably too much sex but you just can't help yourself and he always commits to being a supportive boyfriend even if that means fucking you until you're an incoherent twitching mess of spit, sweat, and broken sobs beneath his thick body
Jongho with his strength kink and he fucks you into the mattress hard and deep and sloppy with one hand wrapped around your throat and the other tangled with yours, his sweat slicked body pressing yours down into place and his mouth pressed hot and wet against your ear as he pants and groans, "fuck... I'm the best you ever had, baby. I need you to tell me nobody fucks this pussy open like I do... say it... say it please... please, mama."
summary: a forbidden confession turns dangerously intimate as a penitent admits her sinful obsession with a priest, only for desire, power, and control to blur the line between repentance and damnation. in the shadows of a confessional, whispered fantasies escalate into a dark, taboo encounter driven by authority, corruption, and surrender, where sin is embraced rather than absolved and the cost of wanting becomes deliciously irreversible.
cw: explicit sexual content, religious kink, dubious morality, priest kink, authority figure kink, power imbalance, taboo relationship, sacrilegious themes, blasphemy, corruption, explicit sexual acts, masturbation, penetrative sex, dirty talk, degradation kink, praise and degradation, orgasm control edging, breeding kink, consensual choking
Youâre kneeling in the dimly lit confessional, the wooden kneeler biting into your skin through the thin fabric of your skirt. The air smells faintly of incense and old wood, heavy with secrets. The lattice screen between you and Father Jongho is the only thing separating your trembling body from his steady, unyielding presence.
âForgive me, Father, for I have sinned,â you whisper, voice barely above a breath.
A low hum comes from the other sideâdeep, controlled, almost amused.
âHow long since your last confession, child?â
âToo long,â you admit, cheeks burning. âI⊠I canât stop thinking about you.â
Silence stretches. Then his voice drops, velvet and dark.
âTell me exactly what you think about when youâre alone in your bed, touching yourself like the needy little sinner you are.â
Your breath hitches. You press your thighs together, already slick, already aching.
âI think about your hands,â you confess, words tumbling out in a rush. âHow big they are. How theyâd feel pinning my wrists above my head while you fuck me against the altar. I think about your mouthâhow youâd bite my throat and tell me Iâm going to hell for wanting a priestâs cock this badly.â
A soft, dangerous chuckle filters through the screen.
âSuch filthy thoughts for such a pretty mouth. Keep going.â
âI imagine you bending me over the pews after mass,â you continue, voice shaking. âSkirt shoved up to my waist, panties ripped to the side, and you just⊠slamming into me. No mercy. Telling me Iâm your dirty little secret while you fill me up until it drips down my thighs.â
You hear the faint rustle of fabric on his side. The slow, deliberate sound of a zipper being lowered.
âTouch yourself,â he orders, voice rougher now. âRight now. Slide your fingers under that skirt and show me how wet that cunt gets just from talking to me.â
You obey instantly, pushing lace aside, fingertips gliding through your folds. Youâre soakedâobscenely so. A soft whimper escapes when you circle your clit.
âGood girl,â he murmurs. âAre you dripping for your priest? Is that tight little hole clenching around nothing, begging for something holy to stretch it open?â
âY-yes, Father,â you gasp, hips rocking against your hand. âItâs throbbing. It hurts.â
âDescribe it to me.â
âItâs⊠swollen. Hot. Every time I brush my clit I feel it pulse. Iâm making a mess on the kneeler, Father. Iâm sorryââ
âDonât be sorry,â he cuts in, voice thick with lust. âI want you to ruin it. I want every person who kneels here tomorrow to smell how desperate you were for me.â
You moanâquiet but broken. Your fingers slip lower, teasing your entrance.
âPut two inside,â he commands. âFuck yourself the way you wish I was fucking you. Slow. Deep. Imagine itâs my cock splitting you open while I whisper how much of a whore you are for wanting this.â
You push two fingers in, gasping at the stretch. Itâs not enoughânot nearlyâbut the angle makes your palm grind against your clit with every thrust.
âThatâs it,â he growls. âPump that greedy pussy. Louder. Let me hear how wet you are for a man whoâs supposed to be celibate.â
The slick sounds fill the tiny boothâobscene, unmistakable. Your breathing turns ragged.
âFather⊠IâIâm close alreadyââ
âNot yet.â His voice is steel. âEdge yourself. Bring yourself right to the brink and then stop. Do it again. And again. Until youâre crying and begging me to let you come on my cock instead of your own fingers.â
You whimper, obeying. Each time you get closeâbody shaking, walls flutteringâyou pull your fingers out, trembling, tears pricking your eyes.
âPlease,â you sob after the fourth edge. âPlease, Father Jongho⊠I canâtâI needââ
âSay my name again,â he demands. âSay it like youâre praying.â
âJongho,â you choke out, voice wrecked. âFather Jongho⊠please fuck me. Please ruin me. Iâll be so goodâIâll take every inch, Iâll swallow every drop, just pleaseââ
The screen between you rattles. Then his voice, closer, darker, almost against your ear through the lattice.
âStand up. Turn around. Hands on the wall. Ass out.â
You scramble to obey, skirt hiked, panties shoved down to your knees, back arched, presenting yourself like an offering.
You hear him moveâdoor opening, footsteps. Then heat at your back. Rough hands grip your hips, yanking you flush against him. You feel the thick, heavy length of him slide between your thighs, gliding through your soaked folds without entering.
âLook at this dripping cunt,â he mutters against your neck, teeth grazing skin. âSoaking a priestâs cock like the filthy penitent you are. Youâre going to come just from me rubbing against you, arenât you? No penetration. Not yet. Just my dick sliding through your slick little slit until you break.â
He rocks forwardâslow, deliberateâcockhead bumping your clit on every pass. Youâre shaking, sobbing, thighs trembling.
âBeg,â he growls.
âPleaseâplease, FatherâJonghoâfuck me, fill me, breed me, I donât careâjust let me come on your cockââ
He thrusts onceâhard, deep, burying every inch inside you in one brutal stroke.
You screamâmuffled against your own arm.
âThatâs it,â he hisses, already pounding into you. âTake your punishment. Take every thick inch of your priestâs cock like the desperate little slut youâve always been.â
The confessional fills with the wet slap of skin, your broken moans, his filthy praises.
âYouâre clenching so fucking tightâgonna milk me dry, arenât you? Gonna come all over the cock thatâs supposed to be saving your soul?â
âYesâyesâGod, yesââ
âCome,â he snarls, hand wrapping around your throat, squeezing just enough. âCome on your priestâs cock. Show me how much you love being damned.â
You shatterâvision whiting out, walls spasming, gushing around him as he fucks you through it, relentless.
He doesnât stop.
Not until heâs buried to the hilt, groaning low against your ear as he floods youâhot, thick pulses that make you whimper all over again.
When he finally stills, he presses a surprisingly gentle kiss to the back of your neck.
âSay your act of contrition, baby,â he murmurs, voice wrecked but smug. âAnd mean it this time.â
You whisperedâbreathless, shakyâstill impaled on him.
Jongho would be fiercely protective of you when heâs deeply interested in you. He would constantly want to keep an eye on you, making sure youâre safe and away from any potential threats. He would get easily jealous when other people talk to you. He might even get a little overprotective, trying to shield you from any potential little danger.
ê°àŠ anonymous text messagesâŠ
» âHey, I've been thinking about you all day. Can't get you off my mind.â
» âI saw this thing today that reminded me of you. Thought you'd like it. Check your doorstep.â
» âDreamt about you last night. Woke up feeling all warm and fuzzy. Hard aswell.â
» âLook at you dolling yourself up. Going somewhere special? With who?â
» âI can tell you were having a bad day at work. That one customer was fucking rude, but you handled it so well. And looked so beautiful doing soâŠâ
ê°àŠ finally getting his hands on youâŠ
Once Jongho finally revealed who he was, you couldnât help but develop feelings for him aswell. There was something about his already protective personality but also stunning looks that captured you.
When you two got passionate, he didnât hold back one bit. Heâd let everything out he stored up over the whole time of admiring you.
âShit⊠look at that pussy.. wanted that this whole time..â Is how heâd praise you while eating you out like you were his favorite food.
âLook at you taking my cock so well.. feels good baby doesnât it.. yeah? Mh..â Would be groaned out as his hips picked up on their trusts.
warnings: 18+, MDNI, poor attempts to take down christmas lights, handjob, choso's tied up, improper use of christmas lights, reader's a little freaky but choso is happy to match it, grinding, choso has piercings,
a/n: based of of this artwork (18+ twt link, scroll down a little for the nsfw version referenced for the fic) by my beloved @jabesa0 (consider this a very late christmas present jackie ml). uhhh this was supposed to be a drabble, but it rapidly spiraled out of my control
Itâs the absolute worst time of the year.
Itâs time to take down all your Christmas decorations.Â
Every year, the decorations coming down acts as a symbolic turning point. The lingering vestiges of holiday cheer are stripped down as the monotony of the new year begins in full swing. Itâs almost mind-numbing, going from such a joyful period, only to slam on the breaks into nothing. Sure, Valentineâs Day is coming up, but the middle and end of January feels like an inescapable void that you have to trudge through to get to spring.
Beyond the existential implications, itâs just fucking boring. Unwrapping the lights, removing the tinsel, individually plucking the ornaments off the tree, just to have to wrap them in newspaper to store them away for next yearâŠYAWN.
This year is a little different for you, though. You have Choso with you now. This was your first Christmas together, and you loved spending it with him. In fact, it might have been your best holiday season yet. Between baking, sharing gifts, and many, many kisses under the mistletoe, December was full of all kinds of joy and love.
That means that one of two things could happen. Youâre either going to crash hard into the new year and the rose-colored glasses will come off, or youâll have the best start to a year yet. Youâre hoping for the latter but silently braced for the former.
You had off-handedly mentioned taking down the decorations later today over breakfast with Choso. When you had gone out to run some errands, he must have gotten bored because he texted you to tell you that heâd start taking the lights down while youâre away. Getting that text was almost like foreplay. The only thing worse than dealing with the lights is dealing with the garland.
You walked into your apartment after arriving home from your grocery run, fully expecting the lights to be taken down and rolled up on the plastic spools youâve acquired over the years. What you find waiting for you when you open the door isâŠsomething entirely different.Â
Choso, your poor Choso, is stuck on the floor with his arms tangled in the lights. It seems like he hadnât bothered putting on a shirt after breakfast, so his toned biceps are perfectly on display. So is the happy trail sticking out of his plaid pajama pants. His hair hangs in a shaggy mess around his head, and he shoots you the most embarrassed look a man could ever manage to muster.
âHi, baby,â he says sheepishly. âIâve been waiting for youâŠâ
You donât know whether you should be turned on or concerned.
âHow long have you been stuck like that?â
âSince noon.â
âChoso. Itâs 2:00.â You pinch the bridge of your nose in exasperation. âWhy didnât you just cut the lights with your technique?â
âI didnât want to break them. I know how much you like having the lights up,â he pouts.Â
You take your shoes off with a sigh and shuck your coat off. Chosoâs lazy gaze follows you as you cross the living room and squat down in front of him.Â
âYâknowâŠâ you say thoughtfully. Choso shivers as your index finger traces over the silver barbell sticking through his puffy, pink nipple. âYou look hot like this.â
âI do?â His face scrunches up in confusion as he tries to squirm away from your touch, though the taut hold of the lights reminds him he canât go anywhere. âYouâre weird.â
That brings a smile to your face. âCâmon, Cho. Donât you think we can have some fun with this?â
Both of your hands are on his torso now, slowly feeling your way up and down his chest and abs. Thereâs still a bit of resistance left in Choso, but he quickly gives it up when your thumbs flick over both of his nipple piercings at once.
âYeah, okay. Yeah. Fun.â The lights holding his hands back jerk as he tries to reach out and touch you, only to be cruelly reminded of his restriction. âFuckâŠâ
âShh. Be good for me, Choso. Iâve got you, youâve just gotta trust me.â
His throat bobs before he nods. He exhales heavily before speaking. âI trust you. Completely.â
Once he gives you the go-ahead, you make quick work of stripping his pajama pants and his black boxers off him. His cock is hanging half-hard already, the silver barbells of his Jacobâs ladder piercings twinkling under the Christmas lights. You hoist his legs up and use the loose end of a light strand to keep them spread. When youâre done, his thighs are parted, and heâs basically immobilized. As you check over your work, Choso swallows thickly, and his cock twitches.
Hmm. Maybe he has a thing for being inspected.Â
âYouâre probably the best belated Christmas present Iâve ever gotten, baby,â you tease as you crawl over top of him. Chosoâs gaze is needy when he finally looks up into your face. âYouâre blushing.â
âYou would be, too,â he mutters shyly.
âYeah, I would.â Your hands come up to cup his cheeks, and your thumb smooths down the bridge of his nose, right between the two balls of his bridge piercing. âYouâre the hottest guy Iâve ever seen, Cho. Seriously. Fucking look at you, baby. God.â
Choso opens his mouth to reply, but you cut him off with a kiss. Whatever he was going to say dissolves into a quiet whimper as your tongue slides past his lips. His mouth is hot and needy against yours, moving with an aching desperation that he canât fulfill because his restraints remove any kind of leverage he could have. All he can do is lie back and take whatever you give to him. The thought simultaneously arouses him and sends a chill down his spine. He trusts you implicitly, but you can have a mean streak sometimes.
But punishing him is the last thing on your mind. Choso had been trying to do you a favor and had accidentally given you the best gift of your life instead. He may as well have turned himself into a work of art. The way the lights dig into corded muscle, illuminating the little divots formed in his skin is beautiful. You hope it doesnât hurt enough to leave bruises, but some quiet part of your mind would love to see the dark patterns blooming across his skin.
Choso whines softly when you suck on his lip ring. His mouth chases yours as far as he can when you pull back from the kiss, only to be left looking up at you pathetically. His cheeks are stained a bright red, his eyes are lidded, and his pupils have swallowed up the warm brown of his irises.Â
Heâs so beautiful you could scream.Â
Your mouth starts its slow descent down the line of his neck, sucking small marks into his pale skin as you go. You know Choso can just make the bruises go away on his own. He never does. He prefers it when people see you two together and immediately know that heâs yours.Â
Choso lets out a low groan when your hand finally wraps around the base of his cock. Heâs leaked enough precum to act as lubrication at this point, and your hand slides up and down his shaft smoothly.Â
âHahâŠahh, that feels good,â he mumbles. His head tips back farther, and you wish you had a camera nearby to capture the beautiful image of his decolletage. âCan youâŠgo a little faster? Please?â
âJust for you, baby. Since youâre being such a good boy for me.â Your words are muffled against his chest, and your mouth seals around his right nipple right as your hand speeds up. The metal barbell is warm against the tip of your tongue, but your mouth is even hotter.Â
Chosoâs cock is thick and heavy in your hand as your wrist flicks up and down and up and down. The wet schlicks get louder and louder as Choso gets closer to cumming. You catch another drop of his pearly precum on your fingers and smear it down his shaft.
A wet pop cuts through the air as you pull your mouth off his nipple. Your hand doesnât stop moving as you lean toward his face again. Your lips plant soft kisses to his cheeks, nose, forehead, and browbone while soft praise tumbles straight from your brain and right out of your mouth.Â
âYouâve got the best dick, ChoCho. So perfect. Perfectly thick, perfectly long, perfectly curvedâŠâ your hand gives an emphatic squeeze around his shaft. âAnd the piercings? I never thought Iâd be into that kinda thing until you. Youâre my good boy with a pretty face and a nice cock, arenât you?â Chosoâs a mess under you, muscles twitching against the strands of lights holding him in place while high-pitched whimpers get punched out of him with every twist of your wrist.
âMm-hmm,â he replies, mind halfway gone from his impending orgasm.Â
âSay it for me, baby.â Chosoâs just lucid enough to send you an indignant look. âI wonât let you cum if you donât say it.â
âIâm your good boy with a pretty face and a nice cock,â he all but sobs out.Â
âThere you go,â you coo sweetly. Choso latches onto that tenderness and presses his cheek against yours. âYou can cum, sweetheart.â
âHnngh! Fuckââ He wastes no time after you give your permission. He cums hard, like heâs been holding back for months. His hips are giving these pathetic little half-humps up into your hand as cum shoots out of him in small spurts. He came so hard that most of it landed right below his sternum.Â
Choso lets out a weak groan as his head tips back once again. If it wasnât for the cum drying on his belly, youâd almost think heâd been put through a torture session. He looks gone already, but you canât let him out of his restraints just yet. You still have big plans for him!
It takes a few moments for Choso to register the fact that youâre slowly stripping out of your clothes. Your shirt comes off first, the fabric teasingly dragging up your pretty stomach only to be discarded over your shoulder in an unceremonious heap. Your bra is next, and Choso can already feel his cock twitching back to life the second your breasts are exposed to him.
You have to bite your bottom lip to keep yourself from smirking. âSee something you like?â
Choso nods dumbly. His tongue feels too thick and too heavy to come up with any kind of intelligent response.
âDo you wish you could touch them?â
Another nod.
âDo you want me to touch them for you?â
A momentary pause, then another nod.
You drag your hands up your sides in a sensual motion before cupping your tits. Your fingers squeeze and grope at the soft flesh the same way Choso would if his hands were free. When your thumbs flick over your nipples, Choso lets out a broken moan.
âYouâre so fucking hot,â he murmurs. âSâunfair.â
âSays you, pretty boy.â
âSh-shit, donât call me that right now,â he grumbles.
âWhy not?â
âMaking me hard,â he mutters.
âThatâs the plan.âÂ
Choso lets out a little âhmphâ under his breath but doesnât interrupt you as you finish getting undressed. By the time youâre crawling back into his lap, heâs fully hard again.Â
He wants to wrap his arms around you so bad. He wants to hold you against his chest and shove himself so deep inside you, you feel it in your throat. The things heâd give to be able to bounce you on his dickâŠ
If the universe was kind, it would let him have that win. Unfortunately, the universe decided to drop the most beautiful torture device heâs ever encountered right into his lap.
And now sheâs sliding his cock in between her pussy lips.Â
Choso fits right up against you perfectly. His cock is sandwiched right up against your slit. Youâve been soaked since you first took his pants off, so your cunt drags over him effortlessly.Â
The piercings lining the underside of his shaft have always garnered your curiosity. Youâve experienced them inside you on numerous occasions. They add friction, and it almost feels like youâre getting an internal massage every time he fucks you. Youâve always been more interested in how theyâd feel against your clit.Â
You get your answer in the form of pure pleasure. The added texture feels so fucking good. The piercings create extra ridges and valleys, close to the texture you feel when you run your hand along your trachea. Your hips speed up on pure instinct until youâre grinding your clit down against his cock in tight, shallow movements.Â
Overstimulated tears stream down Chosoâs cheeks in a silent protest, but the only thing leaving his mouth are silent babbles about how âfucking good it feelsâ and how âyouâre going to ruin him.â As much as you usually love hearing him talk, itâs breaking your concentration. You need to shut him up, so you do the only thing you can think of in the moment.
You slip your index and middle fingers into his mouth, and he whimpers around the sudden intrusion. He welcomes them eagerly, sucking and flicking his tongue over your fingertips like theyâre coated in something sweet.Â
âShit, ChoâŠhahâŠmessy,â you mumble after swiping up a string of drool that leaked out of his mouth. He moans around your fingers wantonly in response.Â
Everythingâs starting to slowly catch up to you. Choso tied up and straining against the strands of lights, watching him fall apart under you, his piercings rubbing against your clit just right, and the suction around your fingers work in tandem to bring your orgasm to you. The pleasure catches up to you like a speeding train. Before you know it, youâre crashing straight into Choso. Your face ends up squished against his defined pecs. Your cunt flutters and pulses around nothing. The twitching ultimately triggers another orgasm from Choso, and this one has him crying big, fat tears. The pleasure burns at the ends of his nerves, and itâs almost more than he can handle.
If he didnât have your weight on top of him, grounding him, heâs pretty sure he would have come untethered from the earth and floated off into space.
Once youâve both stopped shaking, you untangle the light strands from Chosoâs body as quickly as you can manage. Some of the lights are blinking incorrectly now, but you couldnât give less of a shit.Â
The second Chosoâs arms are free, he grabs you around your waist and pulls you bodily against him. He curls up around you, cradling you lovingly. His tears start to subside once heâs able to have you so close again.
âChoso, I love you,â you whisper. âThank you forâŠfor being vulnerable with me.â
His Adamâs apple bobs in your periphery, and he nods slowly. âI love you, too. I donât trust anyone more than you.â
âNot even your brothers?â
âEqual footing.âÂ
He might as well have just told you that your souls are karmically bonded for the rest of eternity.
âIâll take it.â
Maybe taking down decorations doesnât have to be so bad, after all. The lights are a mess, and youâll probably have to buy new ones next year, but youâre starting to realize that youâd sacrifice every Christmas light in the world if it meant keeping the man currently wrapped around you at your side.Â
Those rose colored lenses remain firmly in place.
all written content belongs to @cherrys-wrld. i do not own the original characters or the official art used above. do not feed my work into ai, repost, translate, or copy it.
Pairing: Jongho x reader
Word Count: 1.6K
Genre: Smut
Warnings: MDNI, 18+, Explicit Activities
A date with your boyfriend in his car leads to more than you imagined
Even with the air conditioner on it was still warm, but that could have just been the way your body was reacting to him, it was like you were possessed, you needed him. Badly.
"What's so interesting?" Jongho smirked, knowing full well you were staring he always caught you out.
"Where you doing a photoshoot or something today?" you licked your bottom lip your eyes still fixed on him.
"Video shoot for the new song. I thought you would like the fit and looks like I was right" he teased, winking at you as he came to a stop at a red light. "I thought I know exactly what my girl is going to want, and look at that you do".
"Prick" you pouted halfheartedly, the cool air blasting from the air con still doing little to cool the heat that was lingering beneath your skin. The thread on neediness pulling tighter the longer he drove and the higher up he hiked your skirt his hot palm resting against your thigh.
"I can always just take you home again" he chuckled darkly squeezing the soft flesh he was kneading as he turned to look at you fully his eyes full of mischief as he smiled slyly.
"Or... you could just take me in the back seat" you challenged cheekily, enjoying the way his eyebrows rose in surprise even if it was only for a moment.
"Now that is an excellent idea" Jongho grinned pulling onto one of the small side streets that led to a large parking garage, the sun had now sunk behind the horizon leaving the outside world cloaked in an inky blueness that gave you both enough cover for whatever was about to happen. Jongho parked on the far corner of the roof the spot furthest from the last yellowed lamp before turning the car off and turning his face to yours again, not giving you even a moment to process he grabbed the back of your neck pulling you in for a harsh kiss. His soft sweet lips pressing against your own as his tongue pushed into your mouth to tangle with yours. His strong hand was still curled around the nape of your neck when the other that had been resting on your thigh moved higher cupping your lace covered core pulling a slight gasp from you. His lips curved against yours as he let his fingers trace up and down the flimsy fabric that seperated you.
"Mmm Jongho" you mumbled letting your head fall back while he kissed down your neck nipping at your collarbone making you groan softly. He pulled his hand away for only a second to lay the drivers seat back before he returned it to your waist and manhandled you into his lap your thighs straddling his thick thighs.
"We will do both front and back seat" he mumbled against your lips before grunting as your pushed your covered pussy against his jeans rolling your hips seductively.
"I'd love that" you breathed against his ear letting him undo his jeans to release his already rock hard member from its confines. "Want me to ride you?".
"Fuck yes" he hissed again sliding his fingers along your slit to collect your wetness that was already gathered there making you quiver against him your hands braced on his chest while he teased your already needy cunt "So ready for me to stretch you out".
You mewled as Jongho slid his fingers inside you with almost no resistance, the loud squelch of him pumping them and scissoring you open felt like it echoed inside the parked car. Threading your fingers into his hair you couldn't help yourself grinding against his hand tugging at the roots when he softly chuckled at your display of neediness.
"Please, I want your cock Jjongie" you begged shamelessly pressing your lips to his throat and sucking lightly, you felt him almost growl as he slipped his fingers from you and pulled his dick free swiping it along your wetness to tease you. Whining you lined him up and sank down his thick length moaning as he stretched you open fully.
"I love it when you just take it all" he groaned rolling his hips to meet each of yours, your hands moving to his chest to brace yourself. "Trained you so well".
"Fuck I love having you inside me" you mewled finding yourself unable to stop yourself from fucking yourself on his cock the drag of his thick heavy member against your walls too addictive. Jongho leaned back watching you work yourself on him soft moans falling from his lips every time he bottomed out in your tight hole.
"Fuck you feel so good" he breathed heavily hands still resting on your thighs as you chased what you wanted "Gonna let me fill you up?".
"Yes. Jjongie please fill me up" you whined his words going straight to your fluttering cunt pushing you closer to the edge.
"That's my girl, use me to get yourself off" he grunted roughly as you began to move more frantically your high so close you could taste it on your tongue. Your whole body jolting when one of his hands moved to play with your clit, soft fast circles causing stars to explode behind your eyes.
"Jongho" you cried loudly, your walls clamping around him like a vice as waves of pleasure pulsed through you. You heard him curse and let out a shaky breath but couldn't do anything other than gulp for air as you came back down belatedly realizing he was still rock hard and still deep inside of you.
"Need me to help you to the back?" he smirked, the expression faltering for only a moment as he lifted you off his dick. You nod mutely your breath still coming out in ragged pants as he opens the driver's door sliding the pair of you out while holding you close to protect you from hitting your head. It takes only a moment before you are almost thrown onto the back seat your boyfriend shutting the door before reaching in to pull your underwear off completely and climbing in over you caging you against the leather seat and his broad chest.
"Now where were we?" He grinned in the dim light spreading your thighs open and pressing you knees to your chest, so he could see the mess on arousal on your folds. You shuddered under his intense gaze while he slowly tugged on his still throbbing cock as he licked his lips. "So pretty, so perfect".
You whined softly making a chuckle rumble deep in his chest before leaning over you and claiming your mouth again in an almost electric kiss as he sheathed himself back inside your messy hole.
"Jongho" your gasped as he knocked the air from your lungs.
"Fuck" he ground out between clenched teeth "how are you still this tight?". Snapping his hips with bruising speed you clawed at his shoulders to ground yourself. Jongho moved one hand to hold your waist to keep you close as he fucked you like it was what you were for, his own personal cock sleeve that he could use however he liked. The sound of skin slapping against skin and harsh breathing filled the space fogging up the windows as the knot in your belly began tightening again.
You couldn't help the loud moan that fell from your lips as Jongho moved his hand from your waist to take hold of your arse changing the angle his cock was hitting and brashing against your cerivx making your eyes roll back. He was losing control and you could feel it the way his hand clenched beside your head his fingers digging viciously into the leather, the veins in his forearms popping as his muscles flexed. The way his hips stuttered as he got lost in pleasure and the way he kneaded your arse cheek with each thrust.
"Taking me so well" he choked out between snaps of his hips and harsh panting breaths. "Fuck gonna get you pregnant".
His words went straight to your core making you clench around him tightly, you loved it when he was so pussy drunk he just babbled every word taking you that little bit closer to the edge.
"Oh you liked that, huh? Want me to fuck you full of my kids" He rambled almost deliriously "I'll fuck you so full, want to see you swollen with it".
"Fuck," you sobbed your hips moving to meet each of his thrusts even though he had you pinned to the leather seats "want it Jjongie."
Your walls were already tightening around him again as you felt the pressure in your belly started spreading each snap of his hips sending you spiraling towards your next high.
"Shit, your squeezing me so tight" he rasped, eyes hazy with need "won't last if you keep doing that."
"Jongho." you cried, your eyes rolling back and your vision blurring as the pleasure finally pushed you over the edge, your swollen walls fluttering around him as your thighs shook.
"Fuck, yes. That's it." He groaned loudly, His hips stuttering as he fucked you through your orgasm the slick wet sounds getting louder as your arousal gushed around his cock. "Fuck." He bottomed out one last time his cock pulsing inside you as he painted your walls with ropes of his thick white seed.
You panted heavily as he leaned it to kiss you again, his tongue tangling lazily with yours, before he slowly pulled himself from you his eyes locked on your quivering hole where his cum had started to leak from.
"Fucking perfect." He murmured, licking his lips his fingers moving to push it all back inside you. "Can't waste it, need you full." The smirk that crossed his face made you realize that he meant every word.
a/n: Thank you for reading my lovelies, I am so thankful for all your likes, reblogs and comments xx
tags: mean dom!jongho, like... he's really mean, dacryphilia, degradation, sir kink, overstim, manhandling, no aftercare
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you don't even know when the tears started.
maybe when he first pushed you onto the bed and dragged you down by the hips. maybe when he finally stopped pretending to be soft.
jongho is above you now, knees planted wide on either side of your thighs, one big hand wrapped around both of your wrists and pressing them into the mattress like it's nothing. he's shirtless, muscles tight, chest rising in slow breaths.
"already shaking?" he murmurs, voice low and almost bored. "i haven't even touched you yet."
you're already wet. embarrassingly so. you can feel it between your thighs: sticky, warm, desperate. you try to close your legs, but he clicks his tongue and forces them open wider.
"don't start hiding from me now," he says, leaning down until his mouth is barely brushing your cheek. "you wanted this."
you nod, squirming. "i-i did, i just-"
"just what?" he cuts in sharply. "spit it out."
you can't. the words tangle your throat, emotion rising too fast as your eyes burn, another tear sliding down your cheek.
jongho smiles. not in a sweet or comforting way, but a sharp, satisfied, almost hungry way.
his thumb drags slowly across your cheek, collecting the tear. he holds it up between you, like he's examining something.
"keep crying," he whispers, tone dark and velvety. "it's cute."
your whole body jolts at that, heat ripping through you suddenly, but his grip on your wrists tightens until you can't even twitch.
"you get wetter every time you cry for me," he mocks, shifting his knee to press it right against your soaked panties until you gasp. "look at you. i barely touched you and you're fucking dripping."
"jongho-"
"no." he cuts you off again, leaning closer until his mouth is right at your ear. "you don't get to say my name like that. try again."
you swallow, trembling. "...sir."
his breath stutters just slightly. "good girl."
he releases your wrists only so he can rip your panties down your legs. you barely have time to breathe before he's grabbing your thighs, dragging your body to the edge of the bed, like he's repositioning a doll.
his fingers slide between your folds, mockingly slow, just enough pressure to make you arch, but not enough to give you relief.
"you're soaking my fucking hand," he mutters to himself. "and you're the one crying like i'm being too rough." you shake your head quickly, voice breaking. "i'm not- i want it, i promise-"
he sinks two fingers into you hard enough to make you gasp. "i know you want it," he growls as he starts fucking you with his fingers, just shy of too much. "you think i can't tell? this pussy gives you away every damn time."
you're clawing at the sheets already, tears spilling freely, loud whimpers slipping out no matter how hard you try to hold them back. jongho's smile spreads slowly across his face like he's savoring every second.
"there she goes..." he murmurs. "my perfect little crybaby."
your eyes flutter shut and he immediately grabs your chin with his free hand, squeezing just enough to make you face him. "no," he says dangerously. "look at me while you cry."
your lips tremble. "sir- i can't! it's too much-"
"and yet," he purrs, leaning down to kiss your wet cheek, "you're clenching around my fingers like you want to cum all over them." he curls his fingers and your back arches like you've been shocked.
"louder," he orders, voice tightening. "let me hear you."
your moans spill out helplessly as tears streak down your cheeks faster the closer you get. he drinks in every second, pupils blown wide, breathing harder despite being in complete control.
"that's it," he whispers, fingers pumping faster. "cry for me, pretty girl. let everyone hear who you belong to."
your orgasm hits hard, your whole body shaking under him as you sob through it. he doesn't slow down, not even pretending to be gentle. he works you through it until you're curling into the mattress, hiccuping for breath.
only then does he pull his fingers out, watching your slick drip out of you. he strokes your inner thigh with those wet fingers, voice low and fond. "you look so pretty when you cry," he says. "think you can handle my cock now? or should i make you sob a little more first?"
your breath hitches when he wraps his hand around his cock: thick, flushed, and already hard enough that a vein stands out along the side. he strokes himself lazily while staring right at your swollen cunt.
"god," he mutters, almost annoyed. "you're fucking ruined already."
"don't worry," he adds, lining his cock up with your entrance and pressing just the tip in. "i'll ruin you properly." he pushes in another inch, your back arching immediately as a tear falls down your cheek.
"still crying?" he mocks as he catches the tear with his thumb. "cute." then he bottoms out in one deep, heavy thrust.
your cry breaks into a sob, hands flying up to grab his shoulders before he pins them back down instantly, fingers wrapping around your wrists and shoving them into the mattress.
"did i say you could touch me?" he growls. you shake your head frantically, already trembling around his cock. "n-no, sir."
"that's right," he says, pulling out halfway and slamming back in so hard your breath is punched out. "you don't get to take anything from me. i take what i want."
his hips fall into a brutal rhythm, each thrust forcing another sound out of you, your pussy is so wet that every movement is slick and obscene.
"listen to that," he pants, eyes darkening. "you hear how messy you get for me?"
you're crying again. silent tears that turn into choked whimpers as he fucks into you deeper and harder, each stroke hitting so perfectly. your voice breaks into little sobs that make him groan, his thrusts stuttering for half a second like the sound goes straight to his cock. "you cry so pretty for me." he whispers, almost feral.
his free hand slides down to your throat, the weight of his palm reminding you that he's in complete control. your cunt clenches involuntarily around him, pulling a filthy growl from his chest.
"oh you like that," he says, laughing under his breath. "you're so fucking needy." his pace quickens, his hips slamming into you with sharp precision, forcing your legs wider.
"sir- i'm- i can't!"
"can't what?" he snaps, cock drilling into you. "can't take it? can't stop crying? can't stop squeezing my dick like you're gonna cum again?" you scream as he angles his hips, hitting your sweet spot dead-on.
"that's it," he breathes, grabbing your chin to make you look at him through your tears. "look at me when you cum." his thrusts get messy, harder and deeper, skin slapping against yours.
"cum," he orders, voice rough. "do it. cum on my cock while you cry for me."
your orgasm slams into you so violently you sob through it, legs shaking uncontrollably. jongho groans loudly, feeling you clench and pulse around him. his pace turns frantic as he works you through it, hips snapping into yours as he chases his own release.
"fuck- look at you," he growls, voice cracking as thrusts one last time, grinding his cock deep into you. "crying all over my cock while i fill you, fuck-"
he spills into you with a low groan, holding you down while warmth floods deep inside your overstimulated pussy. when he finally loosens his grip on your wrists, they fall limp beside your head.
jongho leans over you, brushing another tear off your cheek with maddening gentleness. "still cute." he smirks.
sooooo I have it bad for jonghoâŠ. How do you think heâd ruin you, dirty and a little mean (or alot mean hehe)? like mocking and degrading and ugh đ”âđ«
MINOR DO NOT INTERACT.
You donât know how down bad I am for hard dom Jongho.
If youâre looking for the way Jongho ruins you, you have to understand that he doesnât just take your body; he dismantles your pride piece by piece. He is the definition of a cold, calculated dominant who finds his thrill in seeing a âbratâ reduced to a stuttering, desperate mess. He isnât interested in a quick fix; he wants to own your time, your breath, and your dignity.
Jongho ruins you by making you beg and beg and beg. Heâll spend an hourâmaybe twoâjust building the tension until the air in the room feels heavy. He has a strict âSirâ kink, and he expects the title to be used with every response. If you forget? Thatâs when the âmeanâ side comes out. Heâll use his strength to manipulate your limbs like youâre made of clay. While he could easily use leather or rope, thereâs something more insulting about the way he uses thick, heavy ribbons for bondage. They look soft, but the way he knots themâtight enough to leave silk-burnsâreminds you that you are a gift he hasnât decided to unwrap yet.
He is not for the faint of heart. Jongho is for the ones who need to be tamed, and he takes that job seriously. Heâll start by asserting his physical dominance in a way thatâs meant to humiliate. Heâll slap his heavy, pulsing cock across your faceâyour cheeks, your lips, the bridge of your noseâmarking you with his scent before youâve even tasted him. When he finally decides to let you work, he doesnât go easy. Heâll face-fuck you with a rhythmic, punishing force, forcing you to gag as his tip hits the back of your throat. He watches your eyes water, your hands clutching at his thighs for a grip you arenât allowed to have.
âCome on, slut. Youâre supposed to be good at this, right? Or were you lying to me?â
He loves to mock your needs. As he pulls out, trailing saliva down your chin, heâll look down at you with a chilling, smug expression. When you whimper, reaching for him, heâll just tap your cheek with a condescending rhythm.
âAww, does my little cum dump need something? You want my cock inside you? Earn it, whore. You think you just get to have me because youâre crying? No. You work for it.â
Heâll move to your chest, forcing you to hold your own breasts together so he can use the valley between them. Heâll chase his own high while youâre stuck beneath him, an audience to his pleasure but not yet a participant. When he finally cums, he does it right on your throat, watching the white mess coat your skin like a collar.
Just when you think heâs done, he gets meaner. Heâll move to your thighs, tying them together so youâre physically incapable of spreading for him. Itâs a specialized kind of torture. Heâll hoist your calves onto his shoulders, keeping your legs clamped shut while he grinds his soaked, hard length against your untouched, dripping cunt. You can feel the friction, the heat, and the agonizing proximity of him, but you canât have him inside.
Finally, he frees your legs, but not out of mercy. He loves the smell of sexâthe way you smell like him. He will fuck you with a mechanical, relentless pace designed to turn your brain to mush. He doesnât want you to think; he wants you to be a numb, responsive cocksleeve. By the time heâs finished, your walls are twitching, your voice is gone, and your reality starts and ends with his command.
âGood girls like you deserve a reward, darling,â he whispers, his voice dropping into that dark, velvety register. âDo you think you deserve this? Do you think youâve been a good enough slut for me to fill you up?â
âYes, SirâŠâ you gasp, eyes squeezed shut, completely ruined by the man who knows exactly how to break you.
BONUS PART:
God, he really is the type to keep a constant, possessive eye on your pussy, isnât he? Itâs like he needs to know exactly how much power he has over you at any given second. You could be doing anythingâmaking coffee, sitting on the couch, or even just standing in the kitchenâand heâll approach you without a sound. One moment, heâs just standing behind you, and the next, heâs sliding his fingers inside your shorts, skirt, or sweatpants.
He doesnât ask. He just reaches in to check through your clothed, sensitive cunt to see if youâre wet for him or not. Heâll feel the dampness through the fabric of your underwear, his knuckles grazing your heat, and he wonât say a single word. Heâll just give a sharp, satisfied hum, pull his hand back, and leave you standing there, shaking and needy, while he goes back to whatever he was doing. It becomes his routine, a psychological game to remind you that your body belongs to his schedule, not yours. Be fucking for realâhow are you supposed to function when he treats your arousal like a simple progress report?
And the way he handles the outcome is even more degrading in the best possible way. Heâs the type of person who will sniff his fingers or his hand with a slow, deep inhale after heâs finished making you cum with his fingers alone. While youâre still coming down from the high, gasping and trying to find your pulse, heâs staring at his hand like itâs a trophy. He doesnât want to let go of that smell because your scent makes him rock hard. Heâll linger on it, eyes darkening as he realizes exactly what you taste like, and that realization makes him want you all over again. Heâll watch you try to compose yourself, all while heâs getting more and more worked up just from the lingering evidence of your pleasure on his skin.
FUCK HIM, honestly. He is such a fucker because he knows exactly what that does to your head. He plays with your expectations, giving you just enough to keep you on the edge before pulling away and leaving you to rot in your own desire. He creates this cycle where youâre constantly chasing his approval and his touch. It makes you want to crawl over to him, strip him bare, and ride him so bad it hurts. You want to wipe that smug, observant look off his face and replace it with the sound of his own heavy breathing as you finally take what youâve been begging for. You donât think anyone understands the sheer desperation of being under his thumbâor his fingersâlike this.
