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Hi macie!! I'm the writer who was paired with you for @/everyonewooeverywhere's valentines day fic event 👋🏻
I am. So immeasurably sorry to inform you that your fic is probably going to be a week or two late? I'M SO SORRY LIFE SORT OF TURNED ME INSIDE OUT AND WRUNG ME OUT FOR A WHILE THERE and I absolutely hate everything I tried to put down till now 🥲 I really want to write you something good 💔😔 so please forgive me while I work on it a little more?
I'm extremely embarrassed to be typing all this but I can't send anything in the dms without like, fully exposing my identity, so if you want to reply to this pls do so with the next ask?
Once again I'm so so so sorry
~Odysseus (because this bitch sure asf aint on time 😭)
thank you so much for reaching out!! the delay is not a problem at all, please take all the time you need <3
not-so-secret admirers - j. yunho & s. mingi [yungi]
genre: smut, 18+ mdni. softdom!yunho x sub!reader x switch!mingi. best friends to ???, light drinking, praise kink, they're both big, oral (m! and f! receiving), face-fucking, cum eating, unprotected piv (don't), semi-public sex? (the members are around the apartment), size kink, they're all absolutely whipped for each other, implied multiple rounds, eiffel tower, creampie, aftercare, pet names (baby, doll, honey)
summary: the only thing better than having a pretty best friend? having two. but how about having them both... at the same time?
a/n: this was written for @silenttrxxs ! i hope you'll enjoy reading this as much as i did writing it :) a big thank you to @everyonewooeverywhere for organising this fic exchange and my dearest @kisssan for making the banner, ily <3
⤷ this is also my first time writing a threesome, pls don't be too harsh
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you don’t exactly remember how and when you met yunho and mingi. all you know is that it was years ago, around the time ateez had their debut. obviously, things had changed throughout the years, with them doing shows and promotions all around the world, and you having your own job.
but the one thing that didn’t change? the bond you had developed with the pair. it was obvious to anyone with eyes that what your three had going on wasn’t completely platonic per se, but they didn’t really care enough to question you. it’s not like that wasn’t the truth, you’ve shared kisses with both of them (separately), though you weren’t sure if they knew about the other.
it had never gone beyond that, things always coming to a halt when you were sitting in their laps, hips grinding against each other and mouths tangled in messy makeout sessions. despite everything, there was always a thought stuck in the back of your mind, one you were determined to keep buried there so it would never see the light of day; what would it be like to have both of them… at the same time?
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fortunately (or unfortunately) for you, the answer to that question came sooner than expected. with another successful comeback under their belt, the company organised a private after party of some sorts, inviting only the producers, members and their plus ones. of course, yunho and mingi immediately invited you, wanting to spend the night celebrating with their favourite person.
did they have a plan in mind for how they wanted the night to end? not exactly. but during a late night in their hotel room after the last show they had a bit too much to drink and shared some secrets they both thought would be taken to the grave.
that’s how they found out that they’ve both kissed you, both almost crossed the line with you, and mostly importantly, they both wanted you. together.
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that’s how you find yourself in the current situation, squished between them on some worn leather couch, conversation flowing. san and wooyoung are sitting on the floor, fighting over a game of cards. on the loveseat to your right, jongho is lounging with a glass of unknown liquor, utterly amused by the pair. hongjoong and seonghwa had disappeared god knows where after saying they’re going to get more drinks, and yeosang is picking out more snacks in the kitchen.
when you got the invitation you thought that maybe the dorms weren’t the best place to host such a party, but at the moment, you don’t really care anymore. not when your brain feels a bit fuzzy, the warmth of the two men warming you up. the smell of their cologne is lingering in the air, and your head is spinning.
mingi has his head resting on your shoulder, yapping your ear off about something you stopped listening to about 20 minutes ago; right at the time when yunho stretched out his long arm and put it behind your head. you couldn’t move away if you tried, not that you’d want to, but you do feel a bit conflicted.
you’re usually this close with only one of them, never both. if the situation was different you know you’d already be kissing one or the other, yet now you’re stuck. yunho seems to notice your mind racing, his long fingers brushing through your hair, “what’s going on in that pretty head of yours, hm? you’ve gone so quiet, you usually aren’t like this”.
you gasp a little, not expecting him to read you so easily, too easily. “i’m okay, yunho, really. guess i just got a bit distracted.” he laughs a little at your answer, eyes darting down to make eye contact with mingi. they exchange a glance, unnoticed by you, eyes silently agreeing that it’s now or never.
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you feel the loss of pressure as mingi lifts his head from your shoulder, looking at you with a stupid smile on his face, the one he always has before doing something dumb. wordlessly, he offers you his hand, helping you stand up and pulling you behind him. you notice yunho get up too, offering you a wink before following you down the hallway.
mingi kicks open a door, and you freeze when you see it’s his bedroom. yunho comes up to press at your back, hands resting on your hips as he slowly guides you into the room. both men notice your shocked expression and confused glances around, unsure of what exactly is happening? did they find out about each other?
“did you think we would never find out baby? you really thought you were going to keep us from knowing about your little adventures? you’ve been getting bolder lately, and a lot more obvious. i think it was only a matter of time before you revealed yourself.”
you slap your hand over your mouth, absolutely mortified that you said that out loud. that wasn’t part of your plan, they were never supposed to find out about it. but now it’s out in the open, and when you finally make eye contact with mingi on the bed and yunho over your shoulder, they don’t really look mad?
yunho, still behind you, starts slowly pressing kisses down your neck, hands gripping your hips. you look up at mingi who’s lounging on the bed, hand coming to palm the front of his jeans, getting hard just from seeing his best friends kiss.
yunho pulls away, giving you a gentle push to guide you towards mingi. he spreads his legs so you can stand between them, large hand coming up to cup your cheek and pull you down for a kiss. now it’s yunho’s turn to watch and groan; this might be the hottest sight he’s ever seen.
mingi is rock solid at this point even though all you’ve done was kiss. it’s so much better than the fantasies, knowing yunho is actually here in person, watching you. not even in his dirtiest fantasies, when he was fisting his cock in the shower, did he think the real deal would be this good.
yunho clears his throat, causing you to pull away from each other. he helps you turn around in mingi’s lap before he’s kissing you too, faintly tasting the liquor and mingi on his tongue. you start squirming around mingi’s lap, panties growing uncomfortably damp from the sensation of feeling both men next to you.
when yunho’s had his fill he’s pulling away again, looking at the two of your with hooded eyes, “mingi, why don’t you prep our girl for us? she can’t keep still for a second, i bet she’s fucking soaked already; needy little thing, desperate for her two best friends. what would the others think? bet they knew how much of a whore you are, wanting two guys at once.”
both you and mingi moan out loud at yunho’s words, not expecting such filth to come from him. they help you stand up, one pair of hands coming to pull your shirt over your head while the other fumbles with the button of your jeans before pulling them down your legs.
yunho gives you a command again, making you realise that he’s the one in control of this situation, “get up to the pillows and spread your legs baby, let us see you.” you do as you’re told, not wanting to disappoint them. when you’re all settled yunho pushes mingi down between your legs, wordlessly giving him a command on what to do.
he looks up at you with his pupils blown wide, thick lips starting to press kisses all the way from your knees to you inner thighs. just when you were about to beg he finally used his fingers to pull your panties to the side, your cunt already glistening with slick. he blew cold air on it to make you shiver before finally latching his lips on your clit and sucking hard.
meanwhile, yunho settled himself at the foot of the bed, rubbing himself over his slacks, taking in the sight of you falling apart on his best friend’s tongue. he could tell you were enjoying it, everyone probably did with how loud you were being, but it was obvious it’s not quite enough for you. “add fingers too mingi, help her cum. we need her nice and open, don’t wanna break our doll the first time we use her.”
mingi did what he was told with no hesitation, like a good boy, slipping one of his fingers inside. he was trying to find that spongy spot inside you, and when he did, he added a second finger. by that point all three of you were moaning; you from the stimulation mingi was providing and yunho’s eyes on you, mingi from your taste, and yunho from watching the both of you.
you couldn’t even properly warn them about your impeding orgasm, mouth going slack and back arching off the bed as you came, drenching mingi’s face, fingers and sheets with your juices. he continued lapping at you until you were overstimulated, only pulling away when yunho’s hands gripped his hair and pulled him off.
“don’t wanna ruin her completely before we even get inside her now, don’t we mingi?” the younger man nodded in response, still drunk on your taste, willing to do anything yunho tells him to. “you did so well opening her up, why don’t you fuck her sweet pussy first min? i think you deserve it after working so hard.”
in that moment, mingi thought we would cry. he would finally get to fuck you, after years of having a crush on you and not knowing if he could ever get what he truly wants. but he wasn’t gonna let yunho just watch again, he wanted them to ruin you together.
“you should take her mouth yunho, she can take you. right baby? you can take yuyu’s cock down your throat?” you whimpered out a meek yes, sitting up on your knees and bending over, elbows resting on the bed right in front of yunho.
“such a good girl for us, didn’t even have to ask her twice. undo my belt doll, don’t be shy.” just like mingi, you would do anything yunho told you to in this moment. you reached up to unbuckle the belt and threw it down on the floor before popping open the button so you could pull down his slacks.
you stared in awe at the bulge in his boxers, even through the black fabric you could tell he was big. he helped you pull them down to his knees, cock slapping his abs and smearing a bit of precum on the skin.
while you were busy getting yunho naked, mingi was on his own mission. you felt him slide his velvety tip through your folds, bumping your clit in the process. you opened your mouth to moan and yunho used that opportunity to slide his cock in your mouth, making you choke a little. at the same time, mingi pushed into your dripping pussy, groaning as he bottomed out.
they gave you a minute to adjust, they weren’t monsters, before starting to fuck you in a rhythm - one pushed in when the other one pulled out. yunho gathered your hair up in a makeshift ponytail, slowly starting to fuck your face but still checking to see if you were doing alright. mingi, on the other hand, was way further gone. his hands had a bruising grip on your waist, moans and whimpers slipping from his mouth.
the force of his thrusts made your moans vibrate on yunho’s cock, driving him right to the edge as he spilled in your mouth. he eased out before commanding you to swallow, wiping the drop that spilled from the corner of your mouth. you and mingi weren’t far behind either, the sight of yunho coming apart getting you close.
“rub her clit yuyu, she’s gripping me so tight i think she’s gon- , fuck, i think she’s gonna come soon” mingi was falling apart behind you, barely holding back; but he was determined to let you cum before him.
yunho did listen to mingi though, rubbing tight figure eights until you came, elbows sliding out from under you and gripping mingi so tight he could barely move. that made him come as well, spilling hot, sticky ropes until you were stuffed full.
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suddenly, the room was completely quiet save for your joined pants as you all came down from your highs. you thought that it would end here, your secret fantasy did come true after all, but the boys didn’t seem to agree.
a warm pair of hands moved you, mingi’s you realise, to sit between his spread thighs, half hard cock pressing against your back. he started playing with your hair, peppering kisses on your cheeks and shoulders, telling you that you did so well, such a good baby for them.
but while he was busy being all soft with you, yunho got between your thighs, completely hard, watching yours and mingi’s mixed cum dripping from you. he finally broke the silence when he spoke up, “you didn’t think we’re done already, did you? no honey, we need to get our fill. this wasn’t just your fantasy”.
and when he slid inside you it became clear, you were in for a long, long night.
not-so-secret admirers - j. yunho & s. mingi [yungi]
genre: smut, 18+ mdni. softdom!yunho x sub!reader x switch!mingi. best friends to ???, light drinking, praise kink, they're both big, oral (m! and f! receiving), face-fucking, cum eating, unprotected piv (don't), semi-public sex? (the members are around the apartment), size kink, they're all absolutely whipped for each other, implied multiple rounds, eiffel tower, creampie, aftercare, pet names (baby, doll, honey)
summary: the only thing better than having a pretty best friend? having two. but how about having them both... at the same time?
a/n: this was written for @silenttrxxs ! i hope you'll enjoy reading this as much as i did writing it :) a big thank you to @everyonewooeverywhere for organising this fic exchange and my dearest @kisssan for making the banner, ily <3
⤷ this is also my first time writing a threesome, pls don't be too harsh
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you don’t exactly remember how and when you met yunho and mingi. all you know is that it was years ago, around the time ateez had their debut. obviously, things had changed throughout the years, with them doing shows and promotions all around the world, and you having your own job.
but the one thing that didn’t change? the bond you had developed with the pair. it was obvious to anyone with eyes that what your three had going on wasn’t completely platonic per se, but they didn’t really care enough to question you. it’s not like that wasn’t the truth, you’ve shared kisses with both of them (separately), though you weren’t sure if they knew about the other.
it had never gone beyond that, things always coming to a halt when you were sitting in their laps, hips grinding against each other and mouths tangled in messy makeout sessions. despite everything, there was always a thought stuck in the back of your mind, one you were determined to keep buried there so it would never see the light of day; what would it be like to have both of them… at the same time?
⸻
fortunately (or unfortunately) for you, the answer to that question came sooner than expected. with another successful comeback under their belt, the company organised a private after party of some sorts, inviting only the producers, members and their plus ones. of course, yunho and mingi immediately invited you, wanting to spend the night celebrating with their favourite person.
did they have a plan in mind for how they wanted the night to end? not exactly. but during a late night in their hotel room after the last show they had a bit too much to drink and shared some secrets they both thought would be taken to the grave.
that’s how they found out that they’ve both kissed you, both almost crossed the line with you, and mostly importantly, they both wanted you. together.
⸻
that’s how you find yourself in the current situation, squished between them on some worn leather couch, conversation flowing. san and wooyoung are sitting on the floor, fighting over a game of cards. on the loveseat to your right, jongho is lounging with a glass of unknown liquor, utterly amused by the pair. hongjoong and seonghwa had disappeared god knows where after saying they’re going to get more drinks, and yeosang is picking out more snacks in the kitchen.
when you got the invitation you thought that maybe the dorms weren’t the best place to host such a party, but at the moment, you don’t really care anymore. not when your brain feels a bit fuzzy, the warmth of the two men warming you up. the smell of their cologne is lingering in the air, and your head is spinning.
mingi has his head resting on your shoulder, yapping your ear off about something you stopped listening to about 20 minutes ago; right at the time when yunho stretched out his long arm and put it behind your head. you couldn’t move away if you tried, not that you’d want to, but you do feel a bit conflicted.
you’re usually this close with only one of them, never both. if the situation was different you know you’d already be kissing one or the other, yet now you’re stuck. yunho seems to notice your mind racing, his long fingers brushing through your hair, “what’s going on in that pretty head of yours, hm? you’ve gone so quiet, you usually aren’t like this”.
you gasp a little, not expecting him to read you so easily, too easily. “i’m okay, yunho, really. guess i just got a bit distracted.” he laughs a little at your answer, eyes darting down to make eye contact with mingi. they exchange a glance, unnoticed by you, eyes silently agreeing that it’s now or never.
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you feel the loss of pressure as mingi lifts his head from your shoulder, looking at you with a stupid smile on his face, the one he always has before doing something dumb. wordlessly, he offers you his hand, helping you stand up and pulling you behind him. you notice yunho get up too, offering you a wink before following you down the hallway.
mingi kicks open a door, and you freeze when you see it’s his bedroom. yunho comes up to press at your back, hands resting on your hips as he slowly guides you into the room. both men notice your shocked expression and confused glances around, unsure of what exactly is happening? did they find out about each other?
“did you think we would never find out baby? you really thought you were going to keep us from knowing about your little adventures? you’ve been getting bolder lately, and a lot more obvious. i think it was only a matter of time before you revealed yourself.”
you slap your hand over your mouth, absolutely mortified that you said that out loud. that wasn’t part of your plan, they were never supposed to find out about it. but now it’s out in the open, and when you finally make eye contact with mingi on the bed and yunho over your shoulder, they don’t really look mad?
yunho, still behind you, starts slowly pressing kisses down your neck, hands gripping your hips. you look up at mingi who’s lounging on the bed, hand coming to palm the front of his jeans, getting hard just from seeing his best friends kiss.
yunho pulls away, giving you a gentle push to guide you towards mingi. he spreads his legs so you can stand between them, large hand coming up to cup your cheek and pull you down for a kiss. now it’s yunho’s turn to watch and groan; this might be the hottest sight he’s ever seen.
mingi is rock solid at this point even though all you’ve done was kiss. it’s so much better than the fantasies, knowing yunho is actually here in person, watching you. not even in his dirtiest fantasies, when he was fisting his cock in the shower, did he think the real deal would be this good.
yunho clears his throat, causing you to pull away from each other. he helps you turn around in mingi’s lap before he’s kissing you too, faintly tasting the liquor and mingi on his tongue. you start squirming around mingi’s lap, panties growing uncomfortably damp from the sensation of feeling both men next to you.
when yunho’s had his fill he’s pulling away again, looking at the two of your with hooded eyes, “mingi, why don’t you prep our girl for us? she can’t keep still for a second, i bet she’s fucking soaked already; needy little thing, desperate for her two best friends. what would the others think? bet they knew how much of a whore you are, wanting two guys at once.”
both you and mingi moan out loud at yunho’s words, not expecting such filth to come from him. they help you stand up, one pair of hands coming to pull your shirt over your head while the other fumbles with the button of your jeans before pulling them down your legs.
yunho gives you a command again, making you realise that he’s the one in control of this situation, “get up to the pillows and spread your legs baby, let us see you.” you do as you’re told, not wanting to disappoint them. when you’re all settled yunho pushes mingi down between your legs, wordlessly giving him a command on what to do.
he looks up at you with his pupils blown wide, thick lips starting to press kisses all the way from your knees to you inner thighs. just when you were about to beg he finally used his fingers to pull your panties to the side, your cunt already glistening with slick. he blew cold air on it to make you shiver before finally latching his lips on your clit and sucking hard.
meanwhile, yunho settled himself at the foot of the bed, rubbing himself over his slacks, taking in the sight of you falling apart on his best friend’s tongue. he could tell you were enjoying it, everyone probably did with how loud you were being, but it was obvious it’s not quite enough for you. “add fingers too mingi, help her cum. we need her nice and open, don’t wanna break our doll the first time we use her.”
mingi did what he was told with no hesitation, like a good boy, slipping one of his fingers inside. he was trying to find that spongy spot inside you, and when he did, he added a second finger. by that point all three of you were moaning; you from the stimulation mingi was providing and yunho’s eyes on you, mingi from your taste, and yunho from watching the both of you.
you couldn’t even properly warn them about your impeding orgasm, mouth going slack and back arching off the bed as you came, drenching mingi’s face, fingers and sheets with your juices. he continued lapping at you until you were overstimulated, only pulling away when yunho’s hands gripped his hair and pulled him off.
“don’t wanna ruin her completely before we even get inside her now, don’t we mingi?” the younger man nodded in response, still drunk on your taste, willing to do anything yunho tells him to. “you did so well opening her up, why don’t you fuck her sweet pussy first min? i think you deserve it after working so hard.”
in that moment, mingi thought we would cry. he would finally get to fuck you, after years of having a crush on you and not knowing if he could ever get what he truly wants. but he wasn’t gonna let yunho just watch again, he wanted them to ruin you together.
“you should take her mouth yunho, she can take you. right baby? you can take yuyu’s cock down your throat?” you whimpered out a meek yes, sitting up on your knees and bending over, elbows resting on the bed right in front of yunho.
“such a good girl for us, didn’t even have to ask her twice. undo my belt doll, don’t be shy.” just like mingi, you would do anything yunho told you to in this moment. you reached up to unbuckle the belt and threw it down on the floor before popping open the button so you could pull down his slacks.
you stared in awe at the bulge in his boxers, even through the black fabric you could tell he was big. he helped you pull them down to his knees, cock slapping his abs and smearing a bit of precum on the skin.
while you were busy getting yunho naked, mingi was on his own mission. you felt him slide his velvety tip through your folds, bumping your clit in the process. you opened your mouth to moan and yunho used that opportunity to slide his cock in your mouth, making you choke a little. at the same time, mingi pushed into your dripping pussy, groaning as he bottomed out.
they gave you a minute to adjust, they weren’t monsters, before starting to fuck you in a rhythm - one pushed in when the other one pulled out. yunho gathered your hair up in a makeshift ponytail, slowly starting to fuck your face but still checking to see if you were doing alright. mingi, on the other hand, was way further gone. his hands had a bruising grip on your waist, moans and whimpers slipping from his mouth.
the force of his thrusts made your moans vibrate on yunho’s cock, driving him right to the edge as he spilled in your mouth. he eased out before commanding you to swallow, wiping the drop that spilled from the corner of your mouth. you and mingi weren’t far behind either, the sight of yunho coming apart getting you close.
“rub her clit yuyu, she’s gripping me so tight i think she’s gon- , fuck, i think she’s gonna come soon” mingi was falling apart behind you, barely holding back; but he was determined to let you cum before him.
yunho did listen to mingi though, rubbing tight figure eights until you came, elbows sliding out from under you and gripping mingi so tight he could barely move. that made him come as well, spilling hot, sticky ropes until you were stuffed full.
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suddenly, the room was completely quiet save for your joined pants as you all came down from your highs. you thought that it would end here, your secret fantasy did come true after all, but the boys didn’t seem to agree.
a warm pair of hands moved you, mingi’s you realise, to sit between his spread thighs, half hard cock pressing against your back. he started playing with your hair, peppering kisses on your cheeks and shoulders, telling you that you did so well, such a good baby for them.
but while he was busy being all soft with you, yunho got between your thighs, completely hard, watching yours and mingi’s mixed cum dripping from you. he finally broke the silence when he spoke up, “you didn’t think we’re done already, did you? no honey, we need to get our fill. this wasn’t just your fantasy”.
and when he slid inside you it became clear, you were in for a long, long night.
genre: smut, 18+ mdni. fluff, they are so in love, fiancé!jongho, domesticity, morning sex, praise kink, pet names (my girl, my baby, sweetheart), dirty talk, begging, a little spit, size kink, jongho is thick, slight strength kink, nipple play, unprotected piv (don't.), oral (f!receiving), multiple orgasms, creampie, aftercare
summary: jongho loves the slow mornings he can spend with you on his days off, especially the ones you spend in bed.
a/n: i have no excuse for this one, other than the fact i am absolutely in love with this man and my friends are tired of hearing about it </3
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jongho is sure that proposing to you was the best idea he’s ever had. he was sure he loved you during your fifth date, after you stopped to pet every stray cat you found and gave it a little treat while you were talking a walk next to the han river. it was the perfect ending to the date he had planned: dinner at some small place only a handful of people knew about and a walk afterwards because with you, hours felt like minutes.
and when you got back to your building, he couldn’t restrain himself from slotting his lips against yours, mouths moving in sync like they were made for it. when you both finally pulled away, breathless, he leaned his forehead against yours and finally whispered what was on his mind all night, “may i please be your boyfriend?”
3 years after you started dating he proposed in the same spot by the river you would always hang out at, and he’ll never forget the warm feeling in his chest when you said yes. soon after, you bought a flat together, one with massive windows overlooking the river (obviously) and constant natural light.
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most days, by the time jongho gets home from the company, the entire apartment is bathed in golden light from the slowly descending sun. you’re usually home before him, either cooking dinner or lounging on the sofa in your living room, music always playing. he had gotten you a record player for your 1 year anniversary, and it’s been put to great use since the; you’ve both contributed to your growing vinyl collection, most of them being either jazz or ballads, giving your home a constant romantic feel.
you heard the jiggle of his keys in the door, getting up and padding to the door. “you’re home? i thought you had to stay late tonight?” he was pulling you in his arms before the question was fully out of your mouth, pressing a gentle kiss into your hair. “good news sweetheart, i managed to finish recording with the hyungs a bit earlier today. and since all my lines are recorded i got tomorrow off. i hope you didn’t have anything planned because i’m spending all day with my girl.”
a giggle left your throat at his statement, there was nothing you loved more than getting to spend time with your fiancé on his rare days off. the smell of your cooking pulled both of you out of the embrace, the faint scent of lasagna filling the hallways leading from your entryway to the kitchen. he toed his shoes of and you laced your fingers with his, slowly dragging him to the set dining table to eat and talk about your days.
after washing up, you get cosy in bed and turn on the tv, playing some kdrama jongho has been into recently. you barely make it through half the episode before you hear his soft snores, one arm protectively thrown over your middle. you move to turn off the show as gently as you can before snuggling into jongho’s neck and falling asleep in a matter of minutes.
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the next morning, you’re woken up by the warm sunlight shining on your face and your fiancé pressed up against your back. you slowly turn to face him, sinking even more into his tight embrace. jongho slowly starts waking up too, eyelashes fluttering and his grip on you tightening a little. “good morning sweetheart… sleep well?” he let out a short yawn before you answered him “always do when you have days off, jjong”. he let go for a moment to stretch before his hands came to rest low on your hips, his head turning towards your face.
he leans closer until his lips are brushing yours, pressing a few soft kisses before pulling you closer. you start slowly making out, enjoying each other in the laziness of the morning. slowly, his hands turn impatient and start sliding under your shirt going up until he’s cupping the curve of your breasts.
he finds your nipple and take it between his fingers, playing with it until it’s a stiff peak, sensitive to every touch. he finally breaks the kiss, looking at your blissed face like a love sick puppy. “already so sensitive and i’ve barely touched you sweetheart… would you be this sensitive if i touched you down there too hmm?” you only let out a moan of his name, coming to grab at his large hands and push them down your body and under the waistband of your panties. in your moment of desperation you were so happy you only slept in one of his oversized shirts and underwear, needing him as close as possible where you were aching for him.
he cups your heat in his hand, feeling the slick dripping out and onto his fingers. “god baby, you’re so wet already? should have told me you were feeling needy, you know i’d take care of you..” he slides the underwear to the side, the white cotton completely soaked through. one of his long fingers slides to your clit, rubbing lazy circles while his lips connected with yours again. this time it’s messier, all spit and tongue like you two can’t get enough of each other (you can’t). it’s only when you start whining into his mouth that he finally slides his finger lower and adds another on before prodding at your entrance.
you’re dripping by this point, begging him to just please, do something. your nerves were on fire and he has barely touched you, you just needed more. he starts to ease his fingers inside, the stretch feeling like heaven due to his long fingers. it doesn’t take him long to find that spot inside you, and just when you think you’re about to reach your peak, he pulls his fingers away completely.
“not yet sweetheart, need to taste you on my tongue first. can’t you hear how bad she’s crying for me? it would be such a waste not to give her a taste.” his words catch you off guard, your usually stoic boyfriend was saying absolute filth to you and you were loving every second of it. he moves down to sit on his knees between your parted thighs, grabbing behind his head to pull his shirt off.
his strong frame comes into view, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love how big and strong your man was. you’d sometimes joke he was built like a tank, all solid muscle under that honey coloured skin. but now all you could see was his dark hair between your legs and him licking a stripe up your cunt. he teased your clit with the tip of his tongue a few times before moving down and lapping at your hole. the sounds coming from you both were filthy, your moans of “jongho, please, just like that!” and his groans vibrating through you.
when he added his fingers again, you were done for. his filthy mouth, once again, didn’t help in the slightest “that’s it, come for me, you’ll be my good girl and come for me, right?” your back arched off the bed, squeezing his fingers tight and coming all over his face. “did so well for me didn’t you baby? i need you to do that again but on my cock this time, alright? you have one more left in you, i know you do.”
you were looking at him with glossy eyes, hole desperately clenching around nothing. “always have more for you jjong… fill me up, please.” your words had him moaning, getting up from the bed so he could slide off his pyjama bottoms. his cock was straining against his boxers, precum dribbling from the tip and staining the fabric. he made quick work of those too, kicking them of somewhere on the floor. his dick slapped up against his stomach, and you couldn’t help but gasp.
you and jongho have had sex many times before but he still always left you speechless. he wasn't longer than average but he was thick, your fingers barely being able to wrap around him completely. it took a few nights of him stretching you out on his fingers before you were able to fully take him the first time, the stretch always burning so good.
he was now positioned between your thighs, holding his hand up to your mouth. “spit on my hand baby, need to get it nice and wet before i slide in”. you followed his instructions, letting your spit dribble onto his hand that he wrapped around his cock, pumping himself a few times. when he decided it was wet enough, he slid it up and down your slit, bumping your clit in the process. you moaned out again “please jongho, need you so so so ba-”. he was sliding inside before you could fully finish that sentence, sheathing himself to the hilt.
he started at a slow pace, eyes glued to where you were joined. “always so tight for me, huh baby? all that prep and she’s still, fuck, gripping me like she never wants to let me go”. you were still sensitive from your earlier orgasm so you knew you would cum again soon, your moans getting progressively louder. jongho seemed to have picked up on it, grabbing your thighs and holding them up to your chest before starting to absolutely pound into you.
you grabbed at his shoulders, moans turning incoherent. at one point you thought you were begging him to go harder, faster, to make you cum, but you were unsure in your gaze. the only sign of your please was jongho starting to go harder, one hand coming down to rub at your clit. “shit, baby, i love you so much, cum for me, come on”. his pleas, brutal pace and fingers rubbing on your clit brought you right to the edge. you reached up to wrap your hands around his neck, pulling him down into a kiss. you exploded all over him, gripping him so tight he couldn’t help himself and come too, shooting rope after rope of warm until your insides were painted white.
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jongho collapsed on top of you in exhaustion, completely spent, and so were you. he pressed a kiss to your forehead before slowly easing out, gently lowering your thighs back down to the mattress. he left the bedroom for a few minutes, leaving you to bask in your post-orgasm haze.
your eyes were closed when he returned, hearing him place something on the bedside table. you opened your eyes to see a tall glass of water, some painkillers and cut up fruit in a bowl. he was holding a washcloth in his hand, moving between your thighs so he could clean you up. he was incredibly gentle, handling you like you were something fragile, a complete contrast to how he was pounding at you just a few minutes ago.
he threw the washcloth away in the bedroom when you were all clean and grabbed some fresh underwear for the both of you. he helped you pull yours on before wordlessly giving you one of the pain relief pills and holding the glass up to your mouth. when you drank it all he placed it back and traded it for the fruit bowl, wrapping you into his side before starting to feed you the pieces.
with his free hand he alternated between rubbing your back and petting your hair, occasionally leaning down to pepper kisses across your face. when you finished the fruit and started to drift off he pulled the blanket high over you before whispering out a soft “i love you.”
and god, how much he really did love you. he would do anything for the love of his life, especially spend his mornings off with you.
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genre: smut, 18+ mdni. fluff, they are so in love, fiancé!jongho, domesticity, morning sex, praise kink, pet names (my girl, my baby, sweetheart), dirty talk, begging, a little spit, size kink, jongho is thick, slight strength kink, nipple play, unprotected piv (don't.), oral (f!receiving), multiple orgasms, creampie, aftercare
summary: jongho loves the slow mornings he can spend with you on his days off, especially the ones you spend in bed.
a/n: i have no excuse for this one, other than the fact i am absolutely in love with this man and my friends are tired of hearing about it </3
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jongho is sure that proposing to you was the best idea he’s ever had. he was sure he loved you during your fifth date, after you stopped to pet every stray cat you found and gave it a little treat while you were talking a walk next to the han river. it was the perfect ending to the date he had planned: dinner at some small place only a handful of people knew about and a walk afterwards because with you, hours felt like minutes.
and when you got back to your building, he couldn’t restrain himself from slotting his lips against yours, mouths moving in sync like they were made for it. when you both finally pulled away, breathless, he leaned his forehead against yours and finally whispered what was on his mind all night, “may i please be your boyfriend?”
3 years after you started dating he proposed in the same spot by the river you would always hang out at, and he’ll never forget the warm feeling in his chest when you said yes. soon after, you bought a flat together, one with massive windows overlooking the river (obviously) and constant natural light.
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most days, by the time jongho gets home from the company, the entire apartment is bathed in golden light from the slowly descending sun. you’re usually home before him, either cooking dinner or lounging on the sofa in your living room, music always playing. he had gotten you a record player for your 1 year anniversary, and it’s been put to great use since the; you’ve both contributed to your growing vinyl collection, most of them being either jazz or ballads, giving your home a constant romantic feel.
you heard the jiggle of his keys in the door, getting up and padding to the door. “you’re home? i thought you had to stay late tonight?” he was pulling you in his arms before the question was fully out of your mouth, pressing a gentle kiss into your hair. “good news sweetheart, i managed to finish recording with the hyungs a bit earlier today. and since all my lines are recorded i got tomorrow off. i hope you didn’t have anything planned because i’m spending all day with my girl.”
a giggle left your throat at his statement, there was nothing you loved more than getting to spend time with your fiancé on his rare days off. the smell of your cooking pulled both of you out of the embrace, the faint scent of lasagna filling the hallways leading from your entryway to the kitchen. he toed his shoes of and you laced your fingers with his, slowly dragging him to the set dining table to eat and talk about your days.
after washing up, you get cosy in bed and turn on the tv, playing some kdrama jongho has been into recently. you barely make it through half the episode before you hear his soft snores, one arm protectively thrown over your middle. you move to turn off the show as gently as you can before snuggling into jongho’s neck and falling asleep in a matter of minutes.
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the next morning, you’re woken up by the warm sunlight shining on your face and your fiancé pressed up against your back. you slowly turn to face him, sinking even more into his tight embrace. jongho slowly starts waking up too, eyelashes fluttering and his grip on you tightening a little. “good morning sweetheart… sleep well?” he let out a short yawn before you answered him “always do when you have days off, jjong”. he let go for a moment to stretch before his hands came to rest low on your hips, his head turning towards your face.
he leans closer until his lips are brushing yours, pressing a few soft kisses before pulling you closer. you start slowly making out, enjoying each other in the laziness of the morning. slowly, his hands turn impatient and start sliding under your shirt going up until he’s cupping the curve of your breasts.
he finds your nipple and take it between his fingers, playing with it until it’s a stiff peak, sensitive to every touch. he finally breaks the kiss, looking at your blissed face like a love sick puppy. “already so sensitive and i’ve barely touched you sweetheart… would you be this sensitive if i touched you down there too hmm?” you only let out a moan of his name, coming to grab at his large hands and push them down your body and under the waistband of your panties. in your moment of desperation you were so happy you only slept in one of his oversized shirts and underwear, needing him as close as possible where you were aching for him.
he cups your heat in his hand, feeling the slick dripping out and onto his fingers. “god baby, you’re so wet already? should have told me you were feeling needy, you know i’d take care of you..” he slides the underwear to the side, the white cotton completely soaked through. one of his long fingers slides to your clit, rubbing lazy circles while his lips connected with yours again. this time it’s messier, all spit and tongue like you two can’t get enough of each other (you can’t). it’s only when you start whining into his mouth that he finally slides his finger lower and adds another on before prodding at your entrance.
you’re dripping by this point, begging him to just please, do something. your nerves were on fire and he has barely touched you, you just needed more. he starts to ease his fingers inside, the stretch feeling like heaven due to his long fingers. it doesn’t take him long to find that spot inside you, and just when you think you’re about to reach your peak, he pulls his fingers away completely.
“not yet sweetheart, need to taste you on my tongue first. can’t you hear how bad she’s crying for me? it would be such a waste not to give her a taste.” his words catch you off guard, your usually stoic boyfriend was saying absolute filth to you and you were loving every second of it. he moves down to sit on his knees between your parted thighs, grabbing behind his head to pull his shirt off.
his strong frame comes into view, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love how big and strong your man was. you’d sometimes joke he was built like a tank, all solid muscle under that honey coloured skin. but now all you could see was his dark hair between your legs and him licking a stripe up your cunt. he teased your clit with the tip of his tongue a few times before moving down and lapping at your hole. the sounds coming from you both were filthy, your moans of “jongho, please, just like that!” and his groans vibrating through you.
when he added his fingers again, you were done for. his filthy mouth, once again, didn’t help in the slightest “that’s it, come for me, you’ll be my good girl and come for me, right?” your back arched off the bed, squeezing his fingers tight and coming all over his face. “did so well for me didn’t you baby? i need you to do that again but on my cock this time, alright? you have one more left in you, i know you do.”
you were looking at him with glossy eyes, hole desperately clenching around nothing. “always have more for you jjong… fill me up, please.” your words had him moaning, getting up from the bed so he could slide off his pyjama bottoms. his cock was straining against his boxers, precum dribbling from the tip and staining the fabric. he made quick work of those too, kicking them of somewhere on the floor. his dick slapped up against his stomach, and you couldn’t help but gasp.
you and jongho have had sex many times before but he still always left you speechless. he wasn't longer than average but he was thick, your fingers barely being able to wrap around him completely. it took a few nights of him stretching you out on his fingers before you were able to fully take him the first time, the stretch always burning so good.
he was now positioned between your thighs, holding his hand up to your mouth. “spit on my hand baby, need to get it nice and wet before i slide in”. you followed his instructions, letting your spit dribble onto his hand that he wrapped around his cock, pumping himself a few times. when he decided it was wet enough, he slid it up and down your slit, bumping your clit in the process. you moaned out again “please jongho, need you so so so ba-”. he was sliding inside before you could fully finish that sentence, sheathing himself to the hilt.
he started at a slow pace, eyes glued to where you were joined. “always so tight for me, huh baby? all that prep and she’s still, fuck, gripping me like she never wants to let me go”. you were still sensitive from your earlier orgasm so you knew you would cum again soon, your moans getting progressively louder. jongho seemed to have picked up on it, grabbing your thighs and holding them up to your chest before starting to absolutely pound into you.
you grabbed at his shoulders, moans turning incoherent. at one point you thought you were begging him to go harder, faster, to make you cum, but you were unsure in your gaze. the only sign of your please was jongho starting to go harder, one hand coming down to rub at your clit. “shit, baby, i love you so much, cum for me, come on”. his pleas, brutal pace and fingers rubbing on your clit brought you right to the edge. you reached up to wrap your hands around his neck, pulling him down into a kiss. you exploded all over him, gripping him so tight he couldn’t help himself and come too, shooting rope after rope of warm until your insides were painted white.
⸻
jongho collapsed on top of you in exhaustion, completely spent, and so were you. he pressed a kiss to your forehead before slowly easing out, gently lowering your thighs back down to the mattress. he left the bedroom for a few minutes, leaving you to bask in your post-orgasm haze.
your eyes were closed when he returned, hearing him place something on the bedside table. you opened your eyes to see a tall glass of water, some painkillers and cut up fruit in a bowl. he was holding a washcloth in his hand, moving between your thighs so he could clean you up. he was incredibly gentle, handling you like you were something fragile, a complete contrast to how he was pounding at you just a few minutes ago.
he threw the washcloth away in the bedroom when you were all clean and grabbed some fresh underwear for the both of you. he helped you pull yours on before wordlessly giving you one of the pain relief pills and holding the glass up to your mouth. when you drank it all he placed it back and traded it for the fruit bowl, wrapping you into his side before starting to feed you the pieces.
with his free hand he alternated between rubbing your back and petting your hair, occasionally leaning down to pepper kisses across your face. when you finished the fruit and started to drift off he pulled the blanket high over you before whispering out a soft “i love you.”
and god, how much he really did love you. he would do anything for the love of his life, especially spend his mornings off with you.
dilf!hongjoong, who met you by accident, with him bumping into you on his way to the studio. his americano spilled all over your blouse, his mouth going 100 miles an hour spitting out apologies. in a normal situation, you would have probably yelled at the guy for not watching where he’s going, but when you looked up at him, the words on the tip of your tongue were gone.
the man in front of you was gorgeous, veiny arms, glasses on the bridge of his nose and an outfit fitting so well it was probably made for him. but the biggest thing you noticed? he had to be at least a decade older than you. little did you know, he had the same sort of thoughts in his head. you looked like an angel, hair perfectly styled and makeup on point. your outfit was too, before he made a fool of himself and spilled the coffee all over you.
dilf!hongjoong, who invites you to come up to his studio to get clean up and borrow a shirt of his; he can’t let you walk around the city like that. when you’re all clean and changed he makes some polite small talk, asking about your work and plans for the day. you’re almost out the door when he calls out after you, asking for your number to take you out to dinner so he can apologise properly.
and apologise properly he does, taking you to an upscale restaurant and letting you order whatever your heart desires. he even brings a bouquet of fresh cut flowers and a gift card for the clothing store your coffee-stained blouse was from (yes, he checked the tag when you left it at the studio. sue him). the chemistry between you is undeniable, barely any pauses or awkward silences, it’s like you’ve known each other for years.
dilf!hongjoong, who after taking you out a few more times, finally asks you to be his girlfriend. he knows some people might feel odd about the age gap, but he’s sure he’s never had a connection this strong with someone before. and when you say yes? he’s the happiest guy in the world.
although, your dynamic does change a bit after you become official. hongjoong has always been incredibly attentive to your needs, and now it seems that has increased tenfold. he does it out of love, and when he does it for long enough, you start looking at him like your anchor, the one thing that can truly keep you grounded and safe.
that’s how you’ve ended up in the current situation. your day was horrible-your boss giving you extra work for no reason, the clasp on your favourite necklace breaking and harin from the marketing department stealing your lunch from the fridge. you just wanted to clear your head, forget about everything that went wrong and be at peace for a second.
and now you’re in the elevator going up to you boyfriend’s studio, ready to bolt down the hallway to him the moment the elevator doors open. your foot is impatiently tapping against the metal floor, timing seeming to slow down just so the universe can spite you. when you finally get to the door you don’t even bother knocking, barging straight in. he gives you a surprised look, but as soon as he notices your dishevelled look, he knows better than to scold you.
you’re lucky he was going through a creative block, it gave him (almost) all the time in the world to comfort you. he moves to the minifridge tucked under his desk, grabbing the bottle of whiskey he had stashed for trying times and pouring himself a shot or two. with the glass in hand, he sits down on the black leather couch, legs spread wide, beckoning you to come closer.
you settle your head in his lap, one of your hands moving to firmly hold onto his thigh, the other covering your face. his free hand comes to move said hand away, wiping away your tears with the ring-clad fingers before opening his mouth for the first time since you came.
“what’s the matter my sweet girl? what happened to you today?” his words only make you nuzzle closer to him, your nose sharply inhaling the scent of the leather, his laundry detergent and something so him. words starter tumbling from your mouth, telling him all the details of your absolutely horrible day, how you wish you could just sleep for a week straight and completely hide from the world.
when you’re done with your story he’s finished the glass of whiskey, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. “i’m so sorry baby, your day has been so horrible and i couldn’t be there with you. but you know how much i love you, right? it hurts me to see you in pain, how about we make it all better…”, he says, moving to give soft pecks to your tear stained cheeks. and when his lips press to yours you know it’s gonna be okay, because your joongie always makes it better.
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