Heey idk if it's ok or not but lately I've been thinking about how would s3x be if any member of atz was a girl. Like man I can only imagine touching Jongho's big tits and pussy, so idk but if ur comfortable, could you wirte something like that? If not its ok, but I had to let out my thoughts 🫶🏼✨
ʜᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇꜱ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɴɪɢʜᴛ
fem!jongho x fem!reader | fluff/smut
A/N: this is my first wlw writing, so it might be not as good as i wanted it to be, but still, enjoy! 🫶🏻
“What…?” she asked softly, her voice playful, a little breathless.
You didn't say anything. There were no words needed. She was a living goddess.
You couldn't restrain yourself any longer.
Leaning close, you pressed your lips against hers. Maybe you could blame the alcohol, or the fact that you have been having a crush on your best friend for quite some time.
Her body tensed slightly and you pulled away only to look at her.
Your eyes met and— god, her beautiful brown eyes, now all glassy, looking up at you.
“Unnie..” Jongho whispered, her cheeks deep red.
“Shh..just relax.” you said back, pushing her down on the bed.
—
It was 1 a.m., and the summer air hung warm and heavy as you sat on your bed with your best friend Jongho.
You twisted open a chilled bottle of soju and she glanced up with a grin.
“Oh, come on. You know I’m terrible with alcohol,” she laughed,
Suddenly, you noticed it — the way the soft fabric of her tank top clung to the curve of her chest, how the hem of her shorts pressed gently into the smooth skin of her thighs. You hadn’t meant to stare, but your eyes lingered before you could stop them.
—
Your kisses trailed from her jaw, over the neck, top of her boobs to her soft tummy. You felt her start to relax, completely give her body up to you.
There was no time to spare, you pulled her tank top off and opened the bra skillfully with one hand.
Shorts followed right after.
“Unnie!” Jongho gasped, blushing deeply as she covered her chest.
“Stop hiding yourself..” you whispered, taking her wrists to expose her big breasts.
Holding her arms above her head with one hand, your other one cupped her tit, squeezing it.
She whined, still self conscious but a bit more relaxed.
“You're so pretty..” you smiled, kissing her forehead as you reached for the hem of her panties.
“Do you trust me, Jongho?” you asked, looking into her eyes. You wanted her so bad, but she was still your best friend. A person who meant a whole world to you.
She bit her plush lip, slowly nodding.
Slowly, you reached out and slipped your fingers beneath the hem of her panties, gently pulling the fabric down. With a quiet rustle, it landed somewhere behind you. For a moment, all you could do was stare — taking in the soft lines of her body, the way the low light traced across her skin. She was beautiful. Breathtaking.
“Unnie..I've never—”
You didn't wait, circling her wet slit with the pad of your finger.
Her brown hair fell in loose strands across her face, slightly tousled, a few locks catching the light as they framed her flushed cheeks. She pushed some aside absentmindedly, but a few strands clung stubbornly near her lips. Then her eyes met yours — deep, glassy, and warm, like melted chocolate.
You leaned in slowly, your breath mingling with hers as your lips brushed together in a tender, searching kiss. Her lips parted softly beneath yours, and as the kiss deepened, your hand moved with careful intent — exploring, then gently slipping one finger inside.
Her body responded instinctively, a quiet gasp against your mouth, her fingers curling into the sheets as you held her close.
She whimpered softly, the sound barely more than a breath against your ear, and it sent a warm shiver down your spine. You moved your finger slowly, gently, giving her time to adjust — curling it with care, feeling the way her body responded to your touch. Her hips shifted just slightly, instinctively, seeking more, and you pressed your forehead to hers, watching every flicker of emotion in her eyes.
“Is this okay?” you whispered, your voice low, trembling with both tenderness and restraint.
Jongho slowly nodded, looking down at your hand still massaging her breast.
She whimpered softly, the sound catching between her lips as your finger moved with slow, deliberate care. You curled it just enough to draw another quiet gasp from her, watching the way her lashes fluttered and her body arched subtly toward your touch.
Her eyes met yours — wide, glassy, searching — and you leaned in, brushing a kiss against her cheek.
“I’m just getting started,” you murmured, your voice low and steady.
