#jongho fics

[ramadiiiisme]

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[joong-of-gold]

Sweet Nothings

pairing: jongho x reader

word count: 0.7k

genre: suggestive

it was astonishing how just a few syrupy sweet words could have you in the palm of jongho’s hand. you had set your mind on taking this information to the grave, and your secret had been safe. until now.

rating: nc-17

warnings: use of pet names (baby, my love, good girl), mild dirty talk, allusions to sex

author's note: this took me an embarrassingly long time to finish, especially as jongho is one of my biases and wow i am down bad for this man. thank you to @yourfatherlucifer for beta reading!

The mattress on your right side dipped as your gaze was trained on the phone screen in front of you. Various sounds erupted from the speaker of your phone and echoed throughout the dimly lit bedroom as you mindlessly scrolled through a 'For You' page perfectly curated to your interests.

"You're obsessed with that app," Jongho commented from beside you, noticing how watching you glued to your phone had become a regular occurrence in your night routine.

"Correct," you replied, not even sparing him a glance. He scoffed, finding it amusing how you had accepted there was no point in denying your apparent addiction.

The next thing you knew, your phone was being pulled out of your hand. "Sorry, but TikTok is going to have to wait until the morning," Jongho said. Finally looking at him, you opened your mouth to bombard him with a barrage of complaints, but you were interrupted before you got the chance. "It's late, baby."

Your heart fluttered and your resolve quickly melted as the term of endearment left his lips. The corner of his mouth quirked up into a small smirk, eyes never leaving your own as you stared back at him with your mouth slightly open in disbelief.

It wasn't often that Jongho used pet names, usually just opting to use your name when he wanted your attention. But when the rare occasion arose, you were almost always left wrapped around his finger. You truly understood why people called them ‘sweet nothings’. The words sounded like they had been dipped in honey when they sounded in his voice. Coated in a sweetness that you couldn't have found in the richest chocolate. Despite this, they held authority over you, influencing your moves through just a syllable or two. You had sworn to keep this information away from him since he already teased you enough as it is, and you thought you had been successful in doing so. But he knew.

"That's not fair," you said, voice still laced with shock. He chuckled smugly, smirk growing wider with every passing second spent with a blush climbing up your neck and blooming across your cheeks. Calloused fingers grabbed your chin, stopping you from breaking away from the gaze you so desperately wanted to avoid.

"Didn't hide that too well, did you, my love?" A battle broke out between you and your vocal chords as they threatened to force a whimper to escape past your lips at the endearment he uttered. "Don't hide from me. I want to see you fall apart at my words." The battle was lost, a small, shaky whine sounding from your throat and earning a satisfied look from Jongho.

Hand still holding your face in place, his thumb travelled to your lower lip. Time stood still as he traced along the outline, his eyes trained on how the plush skin was manipulated by a single touch of his. Anticipation settled into the pit of your stomach and gently squeezed the air out of your lungs, forcing your breaths to come out shallower. Your lips were pushed open as his thumb came to rest heavily on your tongue, a tinge of salt erupting across your tastebuds. He finally looked into your eyes, silently giving permission for you to close your mouth. A glossed over gaze shone back at him, your eyebrows furrowed slightly as you concentrated on not letting your desperation show and keeping a semblance of dignity in return. Jongho saw through your efforts, and he couldn't have cared less about leaving your dignity intact at that moment in time. Hiding your fascination with the words he spoke had rid you of that privilege.

The feeling of your tongue swirling around his digit had Jongho unravelling, but he let you have your fun until his self control started to wane. His thumb was pulled out of your mouth and his lips were quickly encased around yours, tongue instantly asking for access which you granted without hesitation. A hand snaked into your hair, fingers pulling at the strands until a delightful burn was felt. You felt him smirk against your lips before he mumbled into the searing kiss, “Are you gonna be a good girl for me?”

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𝕃𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕤𝕟𝕒𝕔𝕜

♡ 𝖗𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖉: yes! check out the request here

♡ 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: jongho x gender neutral reader

♡ 𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: crack, slice of life

♡ 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 0,8k

♡ 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙: non idol au, enemies to...something?, the weather is horrible and cold for the sake of the plot jsj, very light cursing, mentions of cravings

♡ 𝖆/𝖓: this was requested from my drabble game, you can check it out here!

prompts used:

“Christ on a fucking bike, I could kiss you right now.” "Interesting 3am impulse you had there" “Is hating me your only personality trait?”

You sigh, finally entering the warm atmosphere of the convenience store near your house. Despite being 3am, you can't sleep, and you're craving something hot. It has been raining all day, making the temperature drop tremendously, which had you rushing to search for hoodies and jackets.

Rubbing your hands together in search of some warmth , you walk to the ramen isle. You stare in awe at the grand variety of flavors and noodles; even though you've been living here for a while, somehow you can never get used to all the options there are of everything.

"Oh, what are you doing here?" A familiar voice suddenly speaks behind you. Turning around to face it, you immediately pull an annoyed expression.

The owner of said voice is Jongho, he is your roommate's classmate and best friend, which means that much to your chagrin, you end up spending a lot of time around him, since Yeosang, your roommate, invites him over a lot. He sometimes tries to help you two get along, but Jongho always gets on your nerves. Although thankfully it's not that serious, the two of you just love a good bickering, the thing is that sometimes it can go a bit overboard and either of you end up pinned to the floor by the other, threatening with a beating. All fun and games though.

"I could ask you the same thing." You reply back to him, crossing your arms in front of you.

"I was craving some ice cream." He simply says, elevating lightly his left hand which contains, in fact, an unopened ice cream cone. You stare at him dumbfounded.

"Interesting 3am impulse you had there. It's freezing outside." You let out a sarcastic laugh, resuming your search of the ramen.

"No shit, I just realized." He barks back, making you roll your eyes, but deciding to stay quiet and focus.

"This one's pretty good by the way." He suddenly changes his tone, pointing to a green plastic ramen bowl. You bend down to inspect it, and despite of how much you don't want to listen to him, you have to admit that it does look fucking delicious. You sigh, picking it up, and from the corner of your eye you see Jongho smiling proudly. Thankfully, he doesn't rub it on your face as you both walk to the cash register to pay.

Jongho sits down next to you on the table at the front of the store, ice cream in hand. You blow a little on the noodles before grabbing some with the chopsticks and shoving them in your mouth. The atmosphere in the store is very tranquil, there's no one else around at this hour, so you can enjoy some peaceful silence. Or that's what you thought at least.

"You look like a chipmunk." He laughs at you, making you roll your eyes again. However, you missed the loving look he gave you before speaking, and the light blush on his cheeks.

"Is hating me your only personality trait?" You manage to say with your mouth still full of noodles, which only makes Jongho burst out laughing even more. In return, you pinch his arm, making him shriek. This time you also miss the judging glare the clerk gave you two.

"Christ on a fucking bike, I could kiss you right now." You hear him mumble, barely audible, but loud enough for you to understand his words. You choke on your food suddenly, startling him as well.

"W-What did you say?" You say, eyes wide open. He instantly mimics your expression.

"M-Me? nothing!" He rushes to say, waving his hand in front of your face. With a blush on your face, you struggle to pass down the food with some water, coughing a little bit as he pats your back.

"So, is it good?" He asks referring to the ramen, quickly changing the topic in nervousness.

"Umm, yes, it's surprisingly good." You agree, licking some sauce from the corner of your mouth.

"Ahhh, I've got good taste~" He sighs happily, making a peace sign with his fingers. You laugh at his antics, before returning to eat.

"I'll walk you home." He states after the two of you are finished eating and out the door of the store.

"Oh, there's no need."

"I don't care, I'm walking you home." He's already walking in the direction of your house before you can even say anything.

"Is this just an excuse to see Yeosang?" You say in a playful tone, moving your eyebrows up and down.

"Maybe." He laughs walking ahead of you, knowing full well that it's just an excuse to spend more time with you.

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𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙: @northerngalxy @danirael @bikiniholic @yeosangsbiceps @tinyelfperson

[jiminscaramel]

[9:36pm] you hear Jongho’s heart stutter as you lean in for a tight hug, your head resting upon his chest. He relaxes in your arms and rests his head atop your own, a timid smile playing on his lips.

[lilithpooped]

Embarrassed - Choi Jongho

Genre: Fluff, Boyfriend AU

A/n: ugh, im sorry if this is not good enough. I’m just tired but I didn’t want to stop before completing Ateez. You can also see my other Ateez fics by searching Ateez from my page. I’m open to criticism, feel free to comment and criticise please.

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“Oh you’re so gonna call me noona!!!!! Ahhahagahahahahahahaha”

“Can you stop? Just because I lost a bet doesn’t mean I’m gonna call you noona forever. It’s only for a week.”

Jongho looked at you with disbelief in his eyes. How could you win a game of air hockey against him?? And your bet was, if he had won, you were going to sing “be mine” in the cutest and loudest way possible in the shopping mall but you had won so he had to call you noona for a week. You knew he hated it but that was the fun part.

“Should we call the boys over tonight??” You asked.

“Why why why why?? Why so suddenly??”

“I just wanted to have a movie night with all of us together.”

“Ugh, okay then. I’m gonna call Mingi.”

When he actually didn’t realize your true intentions and called Mingi, you were celebrating your victory inside but you didn’t let anything show on your face. You spent a few more hours in the mall and then turned back home to prepare the snacks for your night with boys.

It was almost 10pm when the boys arrived. You settled everything and started watching the movie. 30 minutes into the movie, you started to tickle him subtly.

“Don’t do it” he whispered.

“Only if you say ‘please noona’”

“Hell,no.”

You started to blow in his ear while also tickling him.

“Stop or you’ll be the one stopping the other.” He whispered.

“No, say ‘Noona please stop it’”

“No.”

“Okay.”

You let him think you gave up. But you were just starting.

Yet another 30 minutes and you decided to start playing with hm again but this time it was much worse. You were playing with his belly button and sides and blowing in his ear at the same time and boys were too into the movie to realize this.

“Y/n istg, I told you to stop.”

“You’re gonna call me noona or I won’t stop.”

“Okay, stop it noona. Okay?”

“No, you should say it in a normal voice not in a whispering tone.”

“OKAY, STOP IT NOONA OR I DON’T THINK I CAN WATCH THIS MOVIE AND HAVE FUN.”

The boys all turned to you at the same time these words left your boyfriend’s mouth. Their eyes were filled with so many different feelings. Seonghwa was SHOOKETH, Hongjoong was confused, Yunho was blank, Yeosang was DISGUSTED, San looked like he was about to explode, Wooyoung just stared at you two and Mingi was already laughing so hard.

“OH MY GOD, WHAT DID YOU SAY JUST NOW?” Said Mingi while still laughing.

At that moment, Jongho’s words’ another meaning just downed on you. The boys were terrified not only because he called you noona but also because he said “stop it or I can’t watch the movie”. You started to get red from your ears to the point of your nose.

“NO MINGI YOU GOT IT WRON-“ Jongho started but his words were cut by Hongjoong’s.

“I really think we should go home, boys.”

“YES, let this noona’s boy have some fun!!” Said San while trying to hold his laughter.

“Okay, Have fun you two. I guess I don’t wanna see Jongho or his Noona for a while now. Let’s go.”

You were too embarrassed to say anything but Jongho was trying to explain your bet.

“NO YOU GOT US WRONG WE JUST HAD A BET-“

“Okay, let’s go home guys it’s getting more disgusting after every second.” Said Yeosang while going through the door.

They all left while you were still trying to come back from your trance. Jongho looked so done and tired, and he was looking at you. You tried to speak.

“I-“

“No, it’s okay.”

“Are you mad?”

“No, just a bit embarrassed.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t-“

“I told you, it’s really okay. Should we just turn the TV off and go to sleep?”

“Okay.”

You went to your shared bedroom and got in bed.

“Should we really have fun like the boys thought we would have?”

“You are not embarrassed, not even a bit, RIGHT?? CHOI JONGHO!!”

[jonghostation]

[16:54]

"GO JONGHO!! YOU GOT THIS, BABE!" You yelled your lungs out as your eyes follow your boyfriend on the soccer field, never breaking away until the halftime break was announced.

During the last few minutes of break, Jongho bent down to his knees in heavy breaths. He looked around the bleachers to search for you when suddenly,

"THAT'S MY BOYFRIEND, EVERYONE!" You jumped up and down in your decked out outfit filled with Jongho's face and the words "My Champion" written all over it. Your hands were up to the gods, your eyes sparkling with support and your body was sweating with energy.

Jongho chuckled as he straightened himself up. Although slightly embarrassed, he couldn't be happier that you were there giving your all in hyping him up. As you both lock eyes, he wasted no time giving you a flying kiss before mouthing the words, "I love you".

You softened your smile as you mouthed back,"I love you more," before you returned to raising your voice," NOW GO SHOW THEM WHO'S BOSS!"

That sentence was all that was needed for Jongho to fill his eyes with fire, just in time for the referee to whistle the end of halftime break. All Jongho could think at that point forward, was not just about winning the game or bringing glory to his team. He chants a little something repeatedly in his heart,

"I am going to make my baby proud, no matter what."

[sexeejinkee]

Crazy Magic Baby- Jongho

Pairing: het!Jongho

Rating: PG

Summary: Minho has magic powers. His wife, Junghee, does not. They're about to find out that their unborn child will have them too through odd incidents.

~Thank you Corin for helping me with this whole story!~

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            “Honey, I’m home!” Minho calls as he comes through the front door.

            “I’m in the bedroom!” His wife, Junghee, responds from where she lounges on their bed.

            “Hi, angel,” Minho smiles as he enters the room, coming over to kiss her, then place a hand on her small baby bump, “and hi to you as well, little guy.” Junghee grins at Minho, watching him lovingly.

            “I’m glad you’re home.”

            “Yeah?” He looks up from her stomach. She nods.

            “I wanted to take a shower. I feel disgusting.”

            “And you wanted me to come with you?” He winks, a slight smirk on his face. Junghee giggles.

            “Not like that, but yes, please.” Minho nods and gets up, holding his hand out for Junghee to take. As she does, they share a smile, a silent conversation full of love being had with only their eyes. Junghee follows her husband to the bathroom, and they both strip down. With a gesture of Minho’s hand, the water comes on, and Junghee rolls her eyes. “Show off.”

            “Hey, I have magic. I might as well use it, right?”

            “I guess so.” She steps in under the warm water, letting it wash over her body. Minho steps in behind Junghee and wraps his arms around her, bringing her extra warmth. She hums and closes her eyes, forever loving the little moments like this with her husband. Minho grabs the shampoo and gently lathers it into her hair. As he begins to rinse it out, Junghee feels a sudden tickle in her nose. Her face scrunches up, trying to get rid of the sensation, but to no avail.

            “Something wrong?” Minho looks at her, concerned. Junghee brings a hand to his chest, her head shaking.

            “I have to sneeze…” Minho braces himself by taking a step back. Junghee can’t stop it any longer and lets the sneeze happen, but suddenly… she’s in the middle of the kitchen, completely nude and dripping water on the floor. She crosses her arms over herself, shivering. “Minho!!!” She shrieks.

            “Junghee??” Minho comes running in with a towel wrapped around his waist. He pauses when he reaches her, unsure how to respond to the situation.

            “Minho… why am I in the kitchen?”

            “I uh…”

            “Minho… WHY am I in the kitchen??”

            “I don’t know, babe.”

            “What do you mean you don’t know? You’re the one with magic here!”

            “I think, maybe…” He notices her shivering then, and steps up to wrap his own towel around her, which she graciously accepts. “I think that since the baby has some magic in him, you are experiencing some magic powers while you’re pregnant?”

            “I… what?” Junghee blinks, still confused and unable to comprehend the whole situation.

            “Um,” He tries again, “you’re experiencing magic powers because your baby has magic?” Junghee slowly nods.

            “So… does this mean that our baby will be able to teleport?” Minho nods.

            “Most likely, among his other powers.”

            “What other powers?”             “I guess we’ll find out soon.”

            Junghee sighs and sits down at the kitchen table. “I need a snack. Maybe then I can wrap my head around all of this.” She gestures toward the fridge. “Can you get me the ice cream in the freezer?” Minho nods, but before he’s able to make a move, the ice cream carton is in Junghee’s hand. Startled, Junghee drops the ice cream, the carton busting and sending ice cream all over the floor. Junghee promptly bursts into tears.

            “Oh, angel…” Minho grabs some paper towels. “No need to cry, see? I’ll just clean it up.” Junghee sniffles, shaking her head.

            “It’s not that. I really wanted that ice cream.”

            “Aww, baby,” Minho wraps his arms around her, scooping her up into his arms. Junghee squeals.

            “Minho! What are you doing??”

            “I’ll get you some more ice cream later, but now I know what you really need: some cuddling and a nap.” He carries her to the bedroom and sets her down gently.

            “But the mess…” Minho snaps his fingers and grins.

            “There. All clean.” Junghee smiles at him, pulls on a shirt and some shorts, and flops down on the bed, rolling to her side so he can cuddle her. He slides in behind her after dressing as well, an arm laid protectively across her waist. They lay in silence for a few minutes, just enjoying each other’s touch. “What do you think we should name him?”

            “You mean our crazy magic baby?” Minho chuckles.

            “Yes. Our crazy magic baby.”

            “Hmm…” She mindlessly plays with the fingers resting on her side. “What about… Kibum?”

            “Perfect.”             “Really? You think so?” She looks back at him.

            “I do. It’s perfect for him.” Junghee smiles and turns to face him, curling into him more. She yawns, which turns on the fan above them. Minho burst out into laughter. Junghee growls and turns back away from him. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

            “It’s not funny…” She grumbles.

            “But… but you turned on the fan… by yawning.” He giggles again, and Junghee can’t help but crack a smile. “By YAWNING.” Minho bursts out laughing once more, causing Junghee to let out a small giggle.

            “Minho, it’s not that funny.”

            “Then why are you laughing?” He asks cheekily. Junghee turns back to face him.

            “Because your laugh is funny. Now if you don’t stop I’m going to teleport you to the living room.”

            “Okay, okay, sorry.” Minho wipes his tears and calms himself down. He looks down at Junghee with her fake mad expression, and he finds it exceptionally precious. He pushes some hair from her face. “You are so cute.”

            “Me?” She giggles, “Minho, you just laughed for like five minutes over me turning on a fan. YOU are the cute one here.” He grins and kisses her forehead.

            “Let’s just say we’re both incredibly adorable. Now get some sleep?” Junghee nods and he pats her tummy. “You too, little Kibum.” Junghee smiles at him with starry eyes.    

            “I love you.”

            “I love you too.”

[joong-of-gold]

GOD sweet nothings was so good, something about the way you wrote jongho made me a little dizzy 😵‍💫 definitely need more of that. if it’s not too much to ask could you write something similar in the same line but reader gives him head? no worries if you don’t take requests of course, hadn’t checked if you had that somewhere on your blog

Hello my love, thank you for dropping me an ask! My first one too hehe :)

I'm so glad you enjoyed Sweet Nothings! It's been in the works for a couple months now and I wanted to get his character perfect, which is probably why it took so long lol.

Unfortunately, I'm not taking official requests for fics at the moment since my motivation for writing tends to come in spurts and I would hate to keep anyone waiting. However, hard/soft hours are open👀

You’d absentmindedly guide your hand down to his crotch without hesitation, coaxing a chuckle out of Jongho at your eagerness. Giving this man head would be like receiving a goddamn prize. He'd make you work for it by asking you to beg, finding the desperate lilt in your voice highly amusing.

“Pretty baby wants her mouth filled so bad, huh?” ASGJDDVH please I can't with this man

He teases you for being needy but once you have your lips wrapped around him, looking into his eyes with tears filling your own, god he would move heaven and earth for you if he could. A strong hand holding your hair up in a makeshift ponytail, your head would be guided up and down his length at a steady pace. Not too fast, not too slow. Don't let his composure fool you though, because you'd be able to see his free hand gripping onto the sheets next to him for dear life in your periphery.

I feel like Jongho isn't very vocal, but the occasional praise or swear word would fall from his lips every now and then.

“Feels so good.”

“Just like that.”

“Fuck.”

And when you finally manage to tip him over the edge into euphoria, he'd be bucking his hips up and pushing himself as far into your throat as you can take, a drawn out groan sounding from him that ends in the slightest of whimpers.