#ateez choi jongho

[lorienteez]

my ateez! 🩷

2024.10.23

[littlexbunni]

₊ ⊹ camera roll of bf!jongho pt. 2 ₊ ⊹

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[colorfully-stars]

Yunho: " You're a tiny thing but still cute. "

Hongjoong: " I am not tiny! I'm your captain, respect me! "

outcome:

Hongjoong on Wooyoung's shoulders: " WHO'S LAUGHING NOW BITCH! "

[startoftomorrow-blog]

Damn. This shit is meeeeeessy.

Also pretty much everyone sucks at this point.

Jongho, Hwa, Yunho, Woo, Mingi even YN

Only ones I'm not sure if they have said/done anything messed up are San and Yeosang (Maybe HongJoong but I feel like he might have said some thing messed up in part 1)

Aren’t You Embarrassed Part 4: P.S

NonIdol!Toxic!Fratboy!SeonghwaxAfab!ReaderxNonIdol!Fratboy!Jongho love whatever you can call it triangle….

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Sorry this took so long, I've been feeling a little stuck these days. Ugh I have a plan for the next few parts… but I’m glad Jongho got his lick back because… as he should!

Cw: explicit language, toxic everything

Previous Part

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“Jongho wait! Please!” You called out, trying to chase the boy as he stomps out of the Library. Luckily the door was a pull not a push which slowed him down just enough for you to catch up “Jongho please.” You begged, grabbing his arm. Your heart clenches when he rips it out of your hold “No. What the actually fuck was that huh? You said you were over him, completely” his voice was loud and thankfully you both were out of the library or else you would’ve gotten the scolding of a lifetime “I am I swear. He caught me at a bad time and I wasn’t thinking straight please.” Jongho really didn’t know what to say. Yeah he expected it from Seonghwa but from you, absolutely not. He thought that you were 100000% over Seonghwa. He would watch as you two walked around campus hand and hand noticing the dark glare from the older man but you never even noticed, never batted an eye, too engrossed in the person you were with. Maybe that’s why Jongho felt immense anger with your words, his eye twitching slightly “Caught you at a bad time? What? Waiting for me?”

He really could not believe what he was hearing. If all you needed was a distraction he was fine with that in fact he was the one who offered. Things only started to change when you wanted more. The little dates, the hand holding, the late night phone calls, everything you initiated. So he was genuinely confused with the events that unfolded just a few minutes ago “No please I didn’t mean it like that” you were on the verge of tears and you can only imagine how you looked right now following Jongho like a sad puppy trying to get him to listen “Then how did you mean it because the way I’m taking it is while you were waiting for me to show up to our study date you let Seonghwa finger you in the nonfiction section AFTER you tell me you have all these big feelings for me so tell me (y/n) how did you mean it?” Jongho spun around to face you stopping you in your tracks. He was mad, no more like furious and a little embarrassed. He really didn’t talk to people or even date for that matter but there was something about you that was different, or so he thought.

You open your mouth to explain but no words come out and you’re stuck opening and closing your mouth like a fish. He lets out a humorless laugh, shaking his head “You know what. Just forget it. Forget all of this and just leave me the fuck alone” You feel your heart break when he turns and stomps off leaving you in the middle of the side walk with tears streaming down your face. Seonghwa stands at the front of the doors to library, a smug smile on his face as he watches the scene unfold in front of him. It’s only a matter of time before you unblock his number and crawl back into his bed. He feels no remorse, no sympathy just a little victory. He had you first and no matter how hard you try and convince yourself otherwise, he will always have some sort of hold over you. His smile only seemed to grow more when he watches Jongho storm off and more tears run down your cheeks.

You tried, you really did but no matter how many times you reached out Jongho would never answer. You tried to approach him on campus but as soon as you got close he would disappear. You couldn’t just show up to his place and risk running into Seonghwa again, that’s the last thing you wanted but you needed to talk to him, to make things right if he let you. You like Jongho, you genuinely do. He makes you feel great in AND out of the bedroom and you’d be damned if you were going to let some arrogant asshole ruin things. So that’s how you found yourself walking up to that stupid frat house, knocking on the door and praying Seonghwa was not the one who answered. Luckily San was the one to open the door who is very surprised at your presence “Oh! Hey (y/n). Um Seonghwa isn’t here right now” he said awkwardly scratching the back of his neck “Oh no, I’m not here to see him. I was wondering if Jongho was here?” Your hands clasp behind your back as you sway anxiously. His eyebrows raise and his eyes widen slightly “Jongho? Oh! He’s in his room. BUT HE HAS SOMEONE oh nevermind” as soon as you heard he was in his room you pushed past San and ran up the stairs too focused to hear what he was yelling about.

You were determined to talk things through with Jongho one way or another but when you opened his door all hope flew out of the window. There he lay very comfortably with some girl that was in your communications, whom you didn’t care enough to get to know, bouncing like a bunny in heat. He looked over when he heard the door open only to see your shocked expression “Are you going to stand there and watch like a weirdo or are you going to leave?” Your expression morphed into hurt as you spun to leave “Hey (y/n)” you paused when he called out to you feeling the tiniest bit of hope “Can you close the door when you leave? Thanks” you slam the door shut behind you and rush down the stairs needing to leave this scummy house. But can you really be that upset? Do you have the right? You knew Jongho was upset but you still hoped he’d be willing to talk at least.

San watched you practically float down the stairs and Mingi perked up from his spot on the couch. He knew, everyone knew. It wasn’t Jongho who told them, no no the boy was too private to tell them about his situationships. Oh no this was Seonghwa and his big cocky mouth. The boys knew you and Jongho were seeing each other but weren’t really surprised when Seonghwa bragged about the library incident figuring you were back under his spell again. So when Jongho brought the other girl over they didn’t bat an eye “Yo (y/n) what are you doing here? Hwa’s not here so are you trying to get with another frat member?” Mingi teased. You didn’t even process his words as you sprinted out of the front door just wanting to be in the comfort of your own dorm but it seems the universe wanted to punish you even more. Tears blurred your vision so you didn’t see figure approaching “Woah sweetheart what’s the rush” hands hold your arms trying to stabilize you. You blinked a few times to get rid of the tears out of your eyes and when your vision cleared Seonghwa’s dark eyes were staring back at you. You sniffle not having the energy to push him off “Aww poor baby.” He taunts before pulling you against his body, wrapping his arms around you “Why don’t you come back inside and I can help you feel better yeah?”

[yuyuonabeat]

I woke up craving a chubby boyfriend like Jongho☹️.

Now I’m sad. The cuteness aggression he gives me isn’t a joke. 😪

I need a Jongho in my life. Fuck, cuddling him would feel like heaven.

[crimsonbubble]

this jongho 🛐🛐🛐

[sweetiesicheng]

jongho - phone call

word count : 521

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you wake up to hear your phone ring, but then it stops ringing after a few seconds. it's pitch black in the room, but your screen is illuminated from the phone call. you grab your phone from the empty space next to you and look at the screen. it's around midnight, but you see a phone call from your boyfriend.

with a few taps, you call your boyfriend back and put the phone on speaker so you don't have to hold the phone up to your ear. you pull your blanket up and fix your pillows to get yourself comfortable again.

"oh, sweetie. i'm sorry. i forgot that it's late over there. that was stupid of me," jongho immediately apologizes when he answers your call. he really wants to hear your voice, but after realizing how late it is back home, he regrets calling you.

"it's okay. i don't mind," you mutter. "what are you doing?" you ask him. even though it's late, you miss your boyfriend a lot, so it's alright if you spend a few minutes talking to him.

"i'm just walking around. this place is really pretty. i took some photos and sent them to you," he mentions while walking. you can hear people talking in the background. "oh, it's really packed over here. hang on, i'm going to go somewhere else so i can talk to you for a second," he says. "can you hear me better?" he asks after a few seconds.

"mhm," you reply. "having fun?"

"it's really nice here," he mentions, "really hot, that's for sure. there's a beach and a big area to shop at, so i've just been walking around with one of the managers," he adds. "did you have a good day?" he asks you.

"yea, bought some stuff at the thrift store," you mention. "got some good deals too."

"oh really? that's cool."

you start getting really tired and feel yourself on the brick of going back to sleep. after all, it's the middle of the night for you. it's surprising to both you and jongho how you have been able to stay awake for this long.

"sweetie?" you hum in response. "i'll hang up so you can go back to sleep."

"no, don't hang up. i miss you..."

jongho smiles when he hears you, "i miss you too, sweetie, but you need to sleep. i'll take plenty of pictures to show you when i get back. i promise you that." you hum in response. "love you." you hum again. "hey...say it back to me," he says. you can tell that he is pouting a little as he waits for you to respond back to him.

however, you had fallen asleep by complete accident. usually, you would profess your love to him until he got sick of it, but with how sleepy you had been since the beginning of the phone call, it wasn't surprising that you would eventually fall back to sleep.

"sweetie, i'm going to hang up. okay? i love you."

jongho ends the call and looks at the beach in front of him.

i miss her...

[yuyu1024]

I LOVE HOW EVERYONE WENT FERAAAAAL AND LOST IT. (Including me..... someone watching thru my phone....)

Jongho..... please...... why...... im not ready for this but at the same time... thank you woosan 🤭

[syncoflove]

JONGHO

Omg.. look at that fluffy Jongho! 🤗🫵🏻🤍

[xuchiya]

"High School Delulu" || ateez || one-shots

| genre: non!idol ateez. fluff. slice of life | mentions: teasing. fainting. jewelry gift. | This is literally my high school delusions. My old school is literally an 'old school' school like no phones and computers, being in a relationship is not allowed, and big ass windows as our source of fans--- i mean we do have electric fans and ceiling fans but with the weather and a very old, close to dying, e-fans? We really have to depend on the wind from our windows. Anyways, this list is basically a true experience. My personal favorite? Song Mingi's.

[ᴋɪᴍ ʜᴏɴɢᴊᴏᴏɴɢ]

𝗀𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗋

[ᴘᴀʀᴋ ꜱᴇᴏɴɢʜᴡᴀ]

𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝖾

[ᴊᴇᴏɴɢ ʏᴜɴʜᴏ]

𝖺𝖽𝗏𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖻

[ᴋᴀɴɢ ʏᴇᴏꜱᴀɴɢ]

𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇

[ᴄʜᴏɪ ꜱᴀɴ]

𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝖾

[ꜱᴏɴɢ ᴍɪɴɢɪ]

𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌

[ᴊᴜɴɢ ᴡᴏᴏʏᴏᴜɴɢ]

𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗏𝗂𝖻𝖾𝗌

[ᴄʜᴏɪ ᴊᴏɴɢʜ��]

3 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍

[the-midnight-blooms]

hear a siren's call | cjh

pairing: siren!choi jongho x fisher!reader AU: fantasy au word count: 4.6k

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Whatever you do, do not follow a Siren’s call. Its sweet voice may entice you, its looks may blind you. But to follow its heed, is to open your arms to the Angel of Death and say “Let me be your devotee.” To follow its call is to be marked by the Siren, forever.

The hypnotic beam of the ocean called for her in the dead of the night, where the dilapidating of her dwindling soul aided her quest to hunt for the food she was deprived of. It was the allure of the ocean too. Calling her name, its whispers sent a tantalising shiver down her spine, beckoning her. Magnetising her. Each of her limbs bowed to the sea, begging to feel the rush of cacophonous tides slap against her skin. The spray of sea salt-a musk, she could get intoxicated on until the Angel of Death travelled to her from darkened lands.

Her fingers flipped over the dense pages eyes scouring over reams of text and intricate drawings of the enigmatic creatures that harboured the sea, she sat on the floor of her boat, the barge settling upon the large expanse of the desolate sea. The moon hung serenely in the sky, the flickering of candles that penetrated the bleak homes had been blown out as sleep overtook the aching hearts of the townspeople. Over the past few weeks, the village had been struck with a shortage of food. Prices inflated as terrified fisherman refused to sail out into the sea and hunt for fish. It seemed the weather was equally aghast to the earth's aquarian- for a storm was brewing, the sky darkening into a stony grey, wind howling every night parrying against the wooden doors that were tightly locked, the metal hinges gripped onto the architraves for dear life. When she asked why they were so terrified, it was revealed that a daring fisherman had angered the Siren’s; thinking that a man was God and not made by him. Thinking that a Siren's land could easily be as colonised as one human colonised another. In turn their malevolent roars had burst his ear drums, their nails as sharp as knives impaled brutally into his supple flesh. With severed limbs, and gashes embroidered into his corpse, they had pushed back at the boat-rolling onto the port with poisoned fishes. A mockery. A warning, even.

Do not dare to anger a Siren. Its wrath exceeds boundaries that surpasses human imagination.

But the townspeople were wrought with hunger, starvation killing of the younger child with a weakened immune system that was simply pending on a trigger. Starvation had killed off her mother too, along with her father-who had in fact been taken by the sea itself. It was just her and her brother remaining, hungry and struggling to make ends meet with his measly job as a clerk. He promised that when he’d conjured sufficient funds, they’d move to the city to forge a better life for themselves and she would too be able to work. Though that seemed impossible with the way that progression, in his line of work, was almost unattainable. Thus, with her already struggling to stand on her own two feet-she decided to take matters in her own hands. It seemed quite impulsive of her, but she had enough skill to fish for the whole economy- it was just the danger she needed to steer clear off. As long as she didn’t venture into their lands and cause a ruckus, she’d be fine. Right?

“What am I supposed to do? If I don't go out there then we'll both be dead by the end of the month.” She argued. He slumped deeper into the sofa, resting his head in his palms.

“I’m just going to have to travel to the nearest town and see what they have.”

“The nearest town is three hours away. How will you cope?”

“I’ll cope alright. You stay here, its too dangerous. If the Sirens don't take you, the sea will.” He patted her head, gingerly as if to console her. She hated the way she was confined to their small home, feeling helpless as every day her brother came back home with little pennies in his pocket. Despite her best efforts to convince him otherwise, she failed a number of times. It wasn't until he handed her all of the information she needed into the palm of her hand, that he had catalysed her venture out to the coast.

“The fishermen are thinking about going out to sea again.” Her ears perked up at the news, though she kept her gaze fixated to the chopping board as she sliced the vegetables. Flicking her eyes over to the stirring pot, she stirred the soup, her hands circulating the pot- before gripping the knife again. Picking up the map settled beside him, he ambled to her side-leaning against the countertop. “Look. They’ve said that on the safe side, we won’t use the first and second harbour. We’ll have to use the Queen’s Harbour, but steer clear of this part instead.” Fixating her gaze on the map, she gave him a curt nod, reeling in the co-ordinates and committing as much as she could-subtly moving forward as if she could not see the map clearly from where she stood.

“That’s good, but you should plan to make your trip anyway. They’ve been saying that for two weeks straight but nobody's been moving.” She advised. Agreeing with her - he grabbed the tin off the shelf, folding up the map neatly before placing it in. He didn’t notice her memorising his words, lips moving up and down as she poured his soup into the bowl dropping it in front of him. Before the dawn rose, she scuttled out of her bed-reaching for the tin on the shelf to steal the map.

Their fishing boat was not the largest among the array that sat proudly upon the shoal of the iridescent waves. It was ghostly white in colour, but perhaps the most meticulously cared for seeing that when their father had left it to their possession, he entrusted them to care of it. No matter how scarcely they went fishing. Throwing in her tools, she jumped into the boat, unravelling the ropes that tied the boat down to the docks. Hauling at the heavy oars, the barge drifted outwards towards the large expanse of the sea. She didn't travel too far out, considering the fish were mostly dense near the rocky shores. Moving out early was tactful too; grabbing the bait from the box, she pierced it to the end of the hook, slinging the line into the water.

Her luck was poor. The wind had gotten a lot colder picking up its pace, and she forgot her coat back at home in the rush of having to escape to the shore without being seen. With trembling limbs, she tried and tried again-growing tired and hungry yet all the fish seemed to have dispersed. Paddling out a little, she tried a number of areas yet she failed.

"Come on fishies. I gotta eat." She pleaded, turning the reel handle, the fly line drew up and out of the water. The hook was empty. With an exasperated sigh, melancholia flooded through her. Losing all hope, she wrapped away all of her equipment settling it to the side. One last time, she peered into the water, hoping to find a small aquarian shimmering beneath. Instead, she sought the silhouette of a much larger figure- flickers of a broad back with dark hair. A Siren?

“Come throw your heart into the waves

Your soul is lost, and still it saves

Drink me in and come undone”

A melodious voice permeated her ears, its hum serenading her blood, smoothing the flow of her palpitating heart. Its voice so eerily translucent, vibrating through her muscles, shimmering in the breeze as her hair fluttered delicately in the midnight sky. Her body paralysed to the spot, her skin itching to rip the fabric that clung to her like glue. At once, she lunged for the oars ignoring the intense rippling of the cerulean sea as she travelled the surface of the boat. Her arms rowed powerfully, as the waters rocked harshly against her. Panicked breaths escaped her, as she oared through the waters, the port in sight though tiredness gnawed at her aching muscles.

“Bring your body unto me”

Her eyes felt itself droop, her panicked breaths became eroticised by its seductive voice. She hated the bewitchment, she hated the way she wanted to feel its touch upon her cold, paling skin. Yet she persisted against her wild emotions, rowing and rowing. A shriek escaped her lips, as the boat rocked backwards upon a sudden weight. Paralysed to the spot, the saccharine hums edged closer. A shadow loomed above her, creeping down, its slender fingers reaching to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.

“My sweet girl, you’re so strong.” A masculine voice whispered, sending a shot of delirium through her. “Let me gift you, my dear.” A pearl necklace clasped itself around her neck. Her hands flung towards it immediately. Daringly, he pressed his lips to the gleam of her neck. Instantly, she snapped her head around and the enigmatic figure was gone, lost to the sea. As soon as she reached the port, she grabbed all the fishing tools and dashed back to her home. With the dawn slowly infiltrating the sky, she placed all of the tools into the shed, and traipsed back into her bedroom.

Catching her eyes in the mirror, the pearl necklace was coated with a silvery blue, glistening in the darkness of her room. Her hands slid to the back of her neck, in a desperate attempt to find the clasp. There was no clasp. Immediately, panic fulfilled her, tears rushing to the brim of her eyes. She’d just have to pull it off. Yet she could not, as she tried to tug at the pearls, the skin around her neck pulled violently. With a painful gasp, a weary sob eructed from her - flopping onto her bed she continued to sob into the pillow.

She was marked by a Siren. There was no other possible explanation. Reaching for the book she'd thrown onto her bed, she frantically flipped through the pages. Looking for something, anything, on markings; their potentially symbolic meanings and how to get rid of them.

Siren's can mark humans in a multiple of ways. There are three key types of markings. A tattoo can simply mean the mark of death. Marking can also be through inhabiting sharp canines, longer nails even a tail which allows a Siren to share your body so it can walk freely across the lands. This is temporary, the markings can be removed safely. The last one is marking by what the Siren's call 'gifting'. This is mainly carried out by male Sirens, they often give their human counterparts gifts such as earrings, bracelets, necklaces.

On instinct her hands flew to her neck, where a string of pearls were embedded into her skin, the bumps sending a jolt of despair through her. It felt like a set of hands gripping around her neck. Her eyes shot back down to the book spread across the laps, patiently waiting for her brother's footsteps to stop loitering outside her door.

This is potentially one of the worst types of marking. This is the mark of 'love' where the Siren's now own the body of their lover. It is up to them to do what they wish, whether it be marriage, mating, slavery, a slow death. This mark can only be removed by the Siren itself.

"Where did you get that necklace?" Her brother pondered, the same evening as he came back from work. They sat opposite each other on the dining table, in the crook of their tiny kitchen.

"Oh, erm Mum's jewellery box." Giving her sheepish smile, he turned back to his food.

"It looks nice, speaking of. One of our regular clients at work was asking about you. He saw that photo of you, me and Mum that we took last year." Humming as if she was paying attention, her spoon ran through the middle of her plate-playing with her food. Her ears had tuned out the sound of his voice as her eyes wandered out into the distance where the sea rested upon the crest of the shore. She had no choice but to go back, she needed to find the Siren who marked and get the wretched necklace of her neck. "Anyways, he's rich so I think you should marry him."

"Marry who?"

"San. We wouldn't have to worry about money again, plus he likes you." Her eyebrows creased in confusion, before huffing. He’d brought up the topic of marriage before, wanting his sister to be married to someone who could protect her better than him. Keep her safe and more comfortable than he ever could. In response, she’d tease him about having a wife- but he’d only shake his head saying he needed a lot more money and job security before settling down to start a family.

"Where did San come from?"

"Where you even listening to me?" He questioned with furrowed brows, wiping his hands with the napkin. Her silence caused him to release a sigh of frustration, throwing the dirty tissue her way.

At night, she moved along the shore again-once again unravelling the ropes, setting out to sail. At first she had to wait for her brother to fall asleep, which seemed futile due to his incessant insomnia, which had him roaming around the home at merciless hours. The waters were eerily quiet, letting go of the oars, she got up, summoning as much courage as she had to peak over the side of the boat.

"Bring your body unto me."

A jostle of horror coursed through her veins, as a pair of hands gripped onto the hull. Aerial hums transgressed the cool air once more, his round face slowly arose from the water, big eyes captivating her-the curve of his cheeks and menacingly charming smile, that had her body swaying towards him. His skin was tinted with a light blue shade, his collarbones painted in a gleaning silver glitter. His bare chest triggered a warm flush to spread over her cheeks. Following the movements of his pink lips, she could not help herself as she leaned over the side of the boat to draw her hands closer to him.

"Let your graveyard be the sea, Come away and drink it in."

His large hands ensnared around her wrist, jerking her body over the side, a potent force sunk her under the tumultuous waves. Her lungs screeched for air, the blood inside sizzling as the Siren tightened his grip swimming towards the bed of the sea. Her mind in a haze, body: his, as she heeded to his command. The bewitching croons dispersed as they moved closer to bed; the roar of the wind, rushing of water, wind rippling the surface ached her ears. Before she knew it, the bed of the sea drowned her in-her body pushed through the small crevices into a distant land.

A harsh cough escaped her, exhaling loudly, her body slumped against a rock, eyes fluttering as her temple felt as if a trident had been lodged through it. The Siren sook in her figure with his wide eyes. Her body trembled as an array of goosebumps rippled over her skin, she caught a glint in her peripheral vision-the outline of a sharp blade within arms reach. Upon seeing the Siren, she retreated backwards in fear.

"Were you the one to put this necklace on me?" He nodded, his wide eyes glossed with a certain type of innocence, the type that made her want to forgive him. "Can you take it off?" Her voice brimmed with desolation. His lips pulled into a frown.

“I can't. You belong to Choi Jongho now. You're mine.” Just as she predicted, he would hold his ground-stating true to her textbook knowledge of his remarks. She understood why they said to never follow a Siren’s call now; the beauty of his man had her unconsciously drifting towards him. The desire to outstretch her hand and address the surface of his smooth skin, to feel his bare skin pressed against hers. Those thoughts felt abhorred, but Siren’s were creatures of seduction; pumping lust into their subjects. One last time, her hands reached to the back of het neck; in an attempt to rid herself of the necklace he draped around her. With no clasp she slid her finger through the pearls-yanking the beads as hard as she could feeling the harrowing stretch of her skin as she tugged; her breath becoming lodged in her throat. “Don’t! You’ll rip out your throat.” Arduously, her arms fell at her sides as her weak endeavours failed pathetically.

"Why-why did you do this to me?" Resting her back against the rock, her chest heaved furiously.

"I like pretty things. If I see something pretty, I keep it." Suddenly, her arm stuck out towards him, as if her fingers were magnets attracted to the opposite pole. Harshly she tried to retract, yet instead her whole body lurched forward- into the water-twirling as if orchestrating an elegant dance. Taking an agitating step back, her limbs heavy as she tried to repel her body against him.

“Stop this!” This time both arms stuck out as if she was reaching out for him. Firmly plastering both feet to the ground, her arms remained fixated in the same humiliating position.

“If you want to hug me, you’ll have to come a bit closer.” He teased, he found the spectacle in front of him quite amusing.

“I don’t want a hug. Stop this now!” She didn’t mean for her voice to be crowded with as much apprehension and desperation as it was now, her bottom lip quivering slightly. It was so painful to repel, yet it was damning to surrender.

“I can’t. Our souls are bound now, the attraction you’re feeling? One day you won’t even be able to fight back.” She slumped to the floor, rubbing her hand against her chest as if it would soothe the pain she was feeling. Her lungs were burning, her heart was palpitating, the tension between was growing thick was every waking moment. Shutting her eyes, she curled up into a ball; the tormenting pull on her muscles relaxed, she released a contented sigh for a single second, before she felt a warm weight rest on her waist.

“Get your hand off me.” She snapped, a warm chuckle escaped from his pink lips.

“It feels much better, though. Doesn’t it?”

“No.” His hand retracted immediately at her dismissal, the pain washed slowly into her blood again, like the tides that tugged the sand slipping into unspeakable depths of the ocean- the sharp spike jolting through her so much that she could not even breathe. Irrationally, she jumped into his arms- craving his skin as one craved morphine; wrapping her arms around his own waist to feel the morphine that soothed the burn of a thousand hot knives impaling her supple skin. The pain dispersed as if it was never there to begin with. “Could you at least get the necklace off me?” She begged, peering to look up at him through her lashes. She was just going to have to play his game and win.

“Why?” His lips fell into a frown.

“I don’t like pearls.” She lied. Of course she adored them, she spent the majority of her childhood picking them out from oyster shells-creating small pearl necklaces and earrings.

“What do you like instead? Sapphires? Gold?” Running his hands through the length of her hair, he placed a gentle kiss on the top of her forehead.

“I don’t really like jewellery. Could you just take it off? Please?” His eyes narrowed in suspicion. “My love.” She whispered, his heart swayed with her every breath-drunk on the fumes of her every exhale. Catching sight of the fish hook behind him, she leaned forward, momentarily stopping in front of his face. Was she really going to do this? What choice do I have? Delicately, she pressed her own lips to his, circling her arms around her neck, to pull his head towards her. Her arms outstretched behind her to yeild the blade as close to her as she could. He pushed his body forward, her back hitting daintily against the rock. His body hovered over hers; warm breath leaving a trail of desire littering over her skin. Before she could blink, he began to pepper kisses over her neck. Slowly and softly his head slid down, dangerously lower and lower. It was then she realised how low cut the neck of her dress was. Unconsciously, her hands rinsed through his raven hair-pressing his head down deeper into her collarbone. With a hand around her neck, the heavy weight of the pearls lightened the load on her neck.

“Thank you.” She breathed out. With his head dug into her collarbone, she held back a grunt as she strained to reach for blade, the handle slipping into her palms like glue. Languidly, she drew the knife closer to his abdomen- the honed end waltzed on his skin. Taking a deep breath, the knife dug into the crevice of his skin; pushing the weight of his body off her, she scrambled to her feet, the ends spewing blood like raindrops. His heaving breaths pervaded the air, his siren eyes glaring out.

“I love you and this how repay me?” Letting out a forced laugh, his cackles sent dangerous ripples through the water- before he could do anything else she darted away from rock- the drag of the water halting her. “You clever bitch!” His scream echoed within the caverns yet her feet travelled as far as they could away from him, the water rising from her knees all the way to her chest. She hadn’t thought this was through- how would she get out? Quickly, her eyes scouted her surroundings, until she found a small hole carved within a rock yet large enough for her to fit through. Inhaling a deep breath, she dove into the water arms and legs moving powerfully to resist the harsh waves his anger had conjured. Lurching herself of the sea bed, she swung up her arms, flailing her legs to travel upwards feeling his angered roar tremble through her bones.

“You are no more, you are no less.

For all must die, all must rest.”

His hymns would not work now, she was no longer bound to him with the pearls having been rid from her body. Her head pushed up the surface of the water, oxygen powering into her lungs- inhaling as much as she could. Kicking her feet to stay afloat, she glided towards the boat- with an iron tight fist she flung herself over, rolling onto the floor. Nimbly, she got up towards the oars; smacking them down as hard as she could into the water. The boar tipped backwards with the sudden weight, her head snapping back; she was succumbed to his deadly gaze. If looks could kill.

“You forgot the necklace.” He threw the pearls in her direction, the clatter making her flinch. As fast as she could, she took hold of the oar-slamming the wood against his knees as hard as she could. Letting out a painful grunt, she tackled him to the floor. With a fish hook in sight, she grabbed it- as a beggar grabbed morsel- lifting it above her head, pummelling it into his rubbery skin. Drowning out the sounds of his screams, as she mutilated his skin; gutting it as one gut fish. Repeating the action. Until her arms had given up on her. Chucking the blade into the water, tears rushing to the brim of her eyes, she let out a pained sob. A scream terrorised the waters, purling through the underworld, stunting the water’s fluidity. Her blood stained hands cupped her sides of her cheeks, running through her hair- tears washing away the blood over his body.

In the distance, a figure had pounded into the water- using the little strength she had to push the boat on its head. A Siren’s body floated down towards the sea bed, as the soft waves carried her body to the docks.

Her brother’s trip to the next town proved successful, they were far from hungry-and he bought a little more than he should have; managing to sell a load in the town’s market. After a while, the fisherman formed a congregation and finally went out to sea. At first she was unsure if the Siren’s were still angry as she killed Jongho. Then again, she didn’t know how beloved he was to them. She didn’t want to know either, the image of his dead body engraved in her head. Yet when they came back with mounds of fish, and the economy was booming again, she had come to a quick conclusion that he must have not been anything but a head count. She never went near the sea again, for every step closer to the coast meant a step closer to Jongho despite the fact that his soul had been taken by the Angel of Death. At night, she could not help but let her mind litter to the way his touch kissed her skin; soon after she was reminded of the way she brutally murdered him. Over time, she suffered from insomnia like her brother, staying hidden in her bedroom to avoid suspicion of her sudden sleep apnea.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go fishing with me?” She nodded, unable to tell him that their boat had been lost the waves now- with a few bits of their equipment. Perhaps it was her brother’s insomnia that had impaired his judgement, for he didn’t notice the missing equipment and when he didn’t enquire about the missing boat- confusion struck through her. “What about the boat? It’s still there, why would it be anywhere else?” At first she didn’t believe him, so summoning all the fortitude she had, she made her way down to the docks to see him off to the sea. And there it was. No blood stains, no damage, pearly white as it had always been. Not wanting to entertain a foreign thought (of Jongho not being dead) she assumed maybe the other fisherman had been kind enough to return it to them.

Maybe it was San. She’d finally met him that day by the docks- she could understand her brother’s insistence to marry him. For now, she’d wait and let things settle as they were- and he was a kind soul keen on waiting for her.

Sat on her bed, lazily drifting her eyes through the words on a book- she aimlessly drew her pencil across. A knock, followed by the door creaking open, got her up from her bed- her brother stood in the doorway summoning for her.

“I made a friend whilst fishing.”

“That would be a first.” She joked, placing her book aside to give him attention.

“I thought I’d introduce you to him. He’s a natural at hunting for fish. And he let me use his equipment too.” She followed her brother to the front door. “I invited him to dinner.” She gave him a pointed look, huffing as she’d have to prepare food for one more mouth. Braking violently by the doorway, her mouth hung slightly agape as she took in the figure before her.

He turned around, those same wide eyes greeting her again. His round cheeks, uplifting as he pulled his lips into a charming smile. He was clad in the same fisherman’s dress as her brother, hair smoothed back as if untouched by a drop water. He sent a taunting wave.

“Hi, I’m Jongho.” Her words lodged in her throat, her brother sending her a displeased look.

“I’m sorry Jongho, she’s shy sometimes.” He flicked his hand reassuringly. Digging his hand into his pocket, he pulled a rectangular black velvet box.

“Here, I heard you like pearls.”

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A/N: may edit later!!!! Bro just wanted to give her some pearls 😭 we need more jongho’s, oc gotta get her shit together honestly 🙄✋🏻 the song is from a book called The Siren by Kiera Cass

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2023.10.09

[tinybeetiny]

Pictures: C.J

I love him so much it hurts

Genre: fluff

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“Please Jongho!!!! The sun is so perfect. Just a couple of pictures” you begged as your boyfriend lay on the couch ignoring your pleas. It was such a beautiful day. The sky was painted a lovely blue after days of dreary rain. All you wanted to do was wear the new dress Jongho bought you and go out to take some pictures but he wanted to lazily lounge on the couch. “Jongie pleeeeeaaaaaasssseeee” he looks up at you and sighs “Fine. Only a couple” “YAY thank you thank you thank you” You give him a kiss before dragging him by the hand out of the door.

“Okay now move your hand like that and cross your foot like- yes just like that” you didn’t expect Jongho to get so into this. “Okay now turn and look over your shoulder. Put your hand like this your other hand like that. Perfect” it had been close to 20 minutes and you were getting tired of posing. “Ugh Jongho. How much longer?” Your arms were sore and the sun was getting too warm “Hey you’re the one who asked for this” he reminds as he continues to click. “Okay just a couple more aaaannddd done” you rush over to him quickly “let me see let me see!” You beg excitedly “I think you’re gonna love them” he smiles as he hands over the phone

You swipe through the pictures with an emotionless face. Jongho watches you for a couple seconds trying to gauge your reaction “Choi Jongho. What the actual fuck is this?” You ask not looking up at him “What? You asked me to take pictures” he throws his hands up in surrender, feigning innocence “OF ME! NOT YOU. There’s like over 50 pictures of you and literally not one of me” “Are you saying you don’t love them?” He looked at you with an eyebrow raised. Of course, you loved them. How could you not? You swiped through picture after picture of his adorable smile and silly faces. You can’t help the smile that spreads on your face “Exactly. You love my face” he mumbles “I love more than just your face”

[k-zuzu]

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jongho 𖹭 afab!reader

love 2 hate u.

synopsis: as a constant presence in ateez's house for the past year, you've become an unofficial ninth member, sharing meals and living space with them, the perfect cover for your arrangement with your enemy who can't stand you. and you can't stand it when he fucks you in missionary.

content: smut/filth, (minors do NOT interact), pwp, enemies with benefits, reader is mentioned to have past boyfriends, enemies 2 whattt???, angst if u wear glasses and squint, aftercare, cuddling, kinda toxic?, swearing, not proofread, afab!fem!reader, lowercase intended.

explicit warnings: fully consented unprotected hate sex, rough!mean!dom! jongho, manhandling, spanking | slapping your cheek | hurting you, hair pulling, jongho's fingers in ur mouth, doggy style, missionary, oral (m!receiving), jacking off on your face, facial, cum/spit swallowing, name calling (bitch, slut, whore, baby??) basically just pure filth.

zuzu's note: love sex is the best (love sex w/jongho) but... hate sex with jongho..? i think i'd die. so. i took a break from my stack of homework to write this. i still have my enemies to lovers slow burn w/jongho in my drafts and idk if it will ever see the light of day. i wrote this with the intention of just ending it on a hate/sad/neutral note, but i wanna marry jongho and i want him to love me so i can't do it for the sake of art.

"you had to go and be a little attention whore, hm?" jongho grumbled, his hips snapping against your rear as he pounded into you from behind. he yanked on your hair, slamming your head against the mattress twice, eliciting a high-pitched whine from your throat. you glare at him.

"i- i wasn't being an attention whore," you shot back and slammed your ass against him, earning a twitch of his eye as he abruptly halted his thrusts. "it's not my fault you marked my neck yesterday. they were bound to notice."

"you could've tried a little harder to hide it, no?" he leaned in, his chest flat against your back. his left hand pushed your hair behind your ear, but it eventually fell back down. "you wanted them to see, to wonder..." he began to slowly thrust into you again. "i don't want them knowing that i fuck useless sluts like you."

"well—" your retort was muffled and rendered useless when jongho forcibly pushed three fingers into your mouth.

"shut up, bitch..." you felt a harsh sting on your left ass cheek. you felt his veiny dick hit your cervix repeatedly — jongho didn't like using protection when it came to fucking you, he made that clear. he loved the thrill of seeing your expression whenever he would threaten to cum inside you.

you had only been fucking for 10 minutes right after san walked out the door and you secured that the house was empty but both of you were already so close to cumming the faster jongho moved his hips against you — the deeper his fingers went into your mouth, muffling each moan he forces out of you.

you could feel your climax building up in your stomach and your moans become more and more short of breath, your grip on the mattress tightens and your toes begin to curl when jongho abruptly stops thrusting and he pulls his fingers from your mouth. "what the hell?" you turn your head to look at him, only to feel your body to be slammed against the mattress in a split second and your legs are pushed against your chest when jongho slams back into you.

face to face.

you hated when jongho did missionary. when you'd do missionary with your old boyfriends you get to look at each other with love and kiss each other and he'd whisper cute praises in your ear — missionary with jongho was different, it was when you'd see him in a different light and you didn't like it because fucking him knowing you hated his guts was the reason you made this arrangement.

with this pose, you get a full show. watching his expression shift while he pounded into your tight pussy, his brows slightly furrowed and his eyes ocassionally fluttered shut, maybe he didn't want to look at you. small grunts and warm sighs escaping him. you hated this position because you associated it with love and you had hoped at some point that jongho would lean in and whisper sweet nothings in your ear and kiss you on the lips and love you.

but every time you did missionary he wouldn't do any of that and you're not sure if he even thought about it the way you did. the enemies with benefits thing was destroying you as each second passed and you wanted to stop because you missed the concept of intimacy, but what little hope you had left of waiting for the day jongho would kiss your lips kept you from leaving the agreement.

your lips parted slightly small mewls coming out of your mouth as you closed your eyes, a small tear escaped you but you masked it, leaning up and latching yourself onto him, scratching his strong back with your nails. "harder," you cried out softly as he thrusted faster. "so good..." you whispered.

hearing the praise, jongho followed your command. "can't handle it anymore, baby?" jongho's pet name completely ruined you, the affectionate tone of his voice only adding to the confusion swirling in your mind. does he truly hate you, or was this a ruse to mask his own feelings? as you gazed into jongho's eyes, you pictured the perfect relationship with him, the perfect sex that wasn't full of hatred, you pretended that the spark in his eyes was love and you felt your body weaken further, your pussy clenching around his still-hard cock.

your body weakened and your back slammed back against the mattress as you caught your breath. your closed eyes fluttered back open when you notice that jongho hadn't reached his peak yet, but instead of chasing his release, he seemed content to stay buried inside you, his hips paused mid-thrust. his face was an unreadable mask, his breathing steady as he maintained eye contact.

you wanted to ask 'what's wrong?' but that would be too unusual. instead, you found yourself staring into jongho's eyes, feeling a sudden wave of embarrassment wash over you. had you really just cum to the thought that the man who obviously had nothing but hatred for you was in love with you? you bit your bottom lip and averted your eyes, but jongho's hand snaked up to grasp your chin, preventing you from looking away. "you're so..." he started, his voice low and intense. he paused, as if searching for the right word.

so what? sexy? pretty? ugly? unbearable? what? what? what?!

"don't look at me like that," jongho muttered, pulling out of your trembling body. his cock remained rigid, a testament to his self-control. without warning, he positioned himself kneeling above your face, his hands grasping your small ones as he guided them around his thick shaft. "go on,"

your hands slowly pumped his hard length, the thick heat of his flesh filling your palms. his hips rocked forward, his arousal occasionally brushing against your lips, a tantalizing promise that you ached to fulfill. it was close enough that you could suck it and taste him, you never got to taste him — but you knew jongho didn't want that, he never tasted you either. he believed fucking should be the extent of the agreement, any form of oral sex would be "too intimate."

you were unsure if you yearned for intimacy or intimacy with jongho.

"suck it like the slut you are..." jongho said. you wondered if you were hearing things, did he really ask that? you followed his orders, your lips parted and you sucked on his tip. "fuck," he groaned. "you're so desperate for my cock, huh?" he thrusted into your mouth, tip hitting the back of your throat, and his balls hitting your chin. you couldn't help but gag against him at the sudden intrusion.

"s-say it," jongho rasped, his voice strained. "say you're a desperate little toy that can't get enough of my cock." you hesitated, your words muffled against his flesh. how the hell were you supposed to say it when his fat cock filled your mouth? "say it or i'll pull out and finish all over your face instead," he threatened, his hips bucking forward as he slowly fed more of his length into your mouth. you gagged around him, your eyes watering as you shook your head, you didn't want to give in to his demand.

"bitch," jongho cursed, pulling out of your mouth and backhanding you sharply, erupting a yelp from you. "open your mouth and tell me what you are," he ordered, his voice cold. he pumped his own fist over his lap, the wet sounds of his hand working his slick flesh filling the room. his other hand slapped you again on the same cheek then forced you to look up as he jerked himself off on your teary-eyed face. his tip occasionally rubbed on your red cheek and he threw his head back, hips bucking against his own hand. "you're so ashamed to admit something so obvious..." he continued weakly.

you hesitantly parted your lips, tears spilling down your cheeks as you whispered, "i-i'm a...slut for your...your...c-cock..." jongho's face darkened, his hand moving faster over his erection.

"louder," he hissed, his eyes locked onto yours.

you swallowed hard, your voice shaking as you screamed, "i'm a slut for your cum, jongho! i'm a desperate, pathetic slut who needs your cock and your cum to feel alive."

jongho's hand froze at your words, he whispers, "you're damn right you are," before pulling back and firing a thick stream of white onto your cheeks, neck, and chest. you sat up and grabbed his dick, putting it in your mouth so you could taste his cum, only for him to pull you off of him by your hair. "who said you can do that?" he grabs his cock and aims it in your face, pumping it slowly as cum continues to spill out of him until he was empty. "open."

on command, you opened your mouth. jongho pulled your head back by your hair and he took a second to collect his saliva before spitting it into your mouth and connecting your lips with a deep kiss.

a kiss?

your eyes fluttered shut as you kissed him back. his grip on your hair loosening as he cradled your face and continued to make out with you. you couldn't think, what mattered was that he was kissing you. someone he couldn't bare to face but he could handle fucking. he was kissing you.

"ah-" you almost whined when he pulled away but you gained composure when you caught sight of his soft expression.

"don't be so pretty all the time." he whispered.

"...what?"

"i said you look like a fucking lime." he said louder and playfully pushed your head to the side, he shuffled out of the bed and put on his shirt and underwear. "stay there," he said and left the room. his room. usually, jongho would fuck you in your room so he could just leave when you two were finished but today was different. you never noticed it before. you pulled his blanket up to cover your body, realizing it was a bit gross since his cum was still on your chest. slowly, you moved yourself off of the bed and sat on the edge.

"woah, where are you going?" jongho walked into the room and rushed toward you. "do you not know the definition of the word 'stay?'" he asked, kneeling between your legs and wiping the almost dried cum in between your thighs with a damp paper towel, slipping a finger inside so he could empty you fully. what the fuck was he doing? you wanted to so badly ask, but he seemed so focused. he took another damp towel he brought with him and began wiping your face, neck, and chest.

it was too quiet. you could only sit and watch as he grabbed your arm and wiped each one down with the towel, eventually, he threw a shirt of his on the bed and sat down. "wear this." he said. "i don't like seeing you wear mingi or yunho's clothes when you stay over."

you blushed but you hid your smile and slowly put the shirt on.

"come here." jongho patted the space between his legs and you shuffled closer to him, wondering what he would do next, he turned you around so your back was against his chest and he began brushing your haid. "are you sleepy?" he asked.

"a bit..." you replied. voice raspy.

"sleep here tonight."

you wanted to protest because what in the fuck was going on right now? literally. what the fuck? what the fuck?

"...okay." you whispered.

you can hear the clank of the brush against the desk by his bed and he moved to lay down, prompting you to lay down as well, facing him. you wanted to ask but you wondered if it would ruin the moment.

"don't you hate me?" you asked, voice soft.

you can see jongho's expression stiffen, he nervously licked his lips and gulped. "...i did." he said. "i guess i broke a few rules tonight, didn't i?' he chuckled. "having you suck me off wasn't too bad. kissing wasn't too bad either."

"i liked kissing you." you deadpan. you wanted to be direct because jongho kept beating around the bush. "did you like it?"

"i... i did." he hesitantly replied.

"do you think that if you didn't set that dumb boundary a long time ago, then—"

"go to sleep. your pretty little head might explode." jongho knocked on your forehead.

your mouth shut tightly, but after a few seconds you tried again. "seriously—"

"sleeeep." jongho covered your face with one hand.

"so annoying..." you grumble and close your eyes, shuffling to turn around from him. you can hear his soft laugh and his arms suddenly wrap around you.

"we'll talk in the morning."

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[hanjisungs-bigtittyg0thgf]

Kinktober Day 11: Fingering with Jongho

Trigger warnings:

Content warnings: fingering (duh), teasing, and mutual pining. oh and cum eating kinda?

Summary: You can’t help but thirst over your best friend’s hands after learning just how much power they hold.

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: hi all 🥰 after much consideration, i’ve decided to repost my kinktober 2022 stories. i had a great time writing these a couple years ago and want to share them again now that it’s been a while and i’ve had time to fall in love with them again. i hope you all enjoy! and by all means, feel free to send a message or comment here if you’d like to be part of the new tag list!

Tags: @bahng-chrizz

Smut below the cut

“Hold on, you mean to tell me your grip strength is more than my entire body can lift?” Your eyes widened.

“Well how the fuck else do you think I’m able to destroy fruit like that?” He snorted and you bit back a snarky comment. “Anyways, why’s it such a shock? You already knew I was strong.”

“Well yeah but having a number to put there is…I dunno.” You finished lamely and shrugged, looking back towards the tv, which was now playing some obscure true crime documentary. You’d always found his hands extremely attractive and you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought of him doing terrible things to you with those same hands. You felt a thrill run through your body at the mere thought and let out a soft sigh. “Anyways-”

“Now don’t tell me you’re attracted to my hands…” He teased, chuckling softly when you didn’t respond but took a deep breath. You were about to plead the fifth but didn’t get a chance to speak. “You know, I can show you what they’re capable of if you’re down.” He added with a grin, taking note of the way your cheeks went a soft rose color.

You didn’t respond and instead kept your eyes turned forward, trying to will away the arousal that pooled in your gut when he turned to you and placed a hand on your thigh. You wanted so badly to ignore him when he scooted closer beside you, lips brushing against the shell of your ear, but failed miserably as he gave your thigh a gentle squeeze. “Hmm? What do you think?” His voice was barely above a whisper as his hand inched higher. You gave an almost-imperceptible nod and he immediately let his hand move to your inner thigh as his lips connected with your jaw.

You sucked in a quick breath and let your eyes slip shut as he pressed kiss after messy kiss to your neck. As his hand reached closer to your heat, you angled your hips to give him better access. He ghosted his fingertips over your clothed pussy and your breath hitched. You frowned when you felt him smirk against your neck.

“Want me to take these off?” He asked, running his fingers over the button of your jeans after a couple minutes of teasing you through your pants and kissing along your neck and shoulder. You nodded and he popped the button. You lifted your hips from the sofa as he hooked his finger in the waistband and pushed them down with your panties in one go. You settled back into the corner of your sectional and kicked them the rest of the way off before allowing him to pull your leg over his lap, opening you up for him.

He was facing you, one leg hanging off the couch while the other was tucked underneath him. His free hand was on the back of the couch and you were certain his position was uncomfortable as he leaned closer to you. However, you had no time to suggest moving to a more comfortable position or even heading to your room before his long fingers were ghosting over your bare pussy. You shivered at the featherlight touch and let your head fall back against his arm, allowing yourself to get comfortable.

You didn’t stay relaxed for long as he isolated his middle finger and pressed it firmly against your clit, working in a circular motion. You whined softly at the sensation and your eyebrows knitted together as you focused on the slight pleasure you were receiving, wishing it were more intense. You couldn’t help how greedy you were.

He let out a lone huff of laughter at your response and shifted his touch a bit so that his ring finger also passed over your clit and he wasn’t using too much pressure. “All this over my hands? You’re too cute, y/n.” He teased and you turned your head so he could barely see your face. “Aww don’t hide. I wanna see just how quickly you fall apart.” You didn’t move and he sighed, free hand nudging your head. “Come on now. Look at me, y/n.” His voice was inviting and you were tempted but still didn’t turn.

Instead, you shook your head. “You’ll only tease me about it later…” You mumbled, hoping that pouting would get him to drop it.

Luck wasn’t on your side, of course, and he turned your head so you were facing him. “I’m not gonna tease you.” He sounded sincere so you peeked out at him. His eyes looked so warm and inviting as he looked down at you, gaze full of admiration. “You’ve known me for how long? You know I’m not an asshole. And honestly,” he started, leaning closer as if to kiss you. “I feel like intimacy isn’t something to make into a big joke.” He pressed his lips to your forehead at the same time as he slid his middle and ring fingers inside you, drawing out a small sound as your eyes closed once more.

You attempted to bury your face in his neck, nosing at the freckle there, but he pulled back slightly to watch your expression shift. You frowned at the way he backed off and looked up at him in dismay, earning a soft chuckle. “You still wanna hide?” You nodded, biting back a gasp when he curled his fingers. “That’s too bad. I wanna see your pretty face when you cum all over my fingers.”

You rocked your hips, grinding against his palm as his fingers stretched you open, and let out a sigh. Fine, you thought, I’ll give him what he wants. But only after I get what I’ve been dying to have for ages. You brought a hand to the side of his face and admired just how delicate you looked in comparison to him before meeting his gaze. He seemed to take the hint and leaned in, capturing your lips in a slow, mind-numbing kiss. He chose that exact moment to deliver a rough thrust and eagerly drank up the moan that slipped past your lips.

He didn’t let up as he kissed you over and over until your head was spinning, working you up with just his touch. Your moans grew louder and more frequent and he swallowed every one of them, his pants becoming unbearably tight after only a few minutes. Still, he didn’t urge you to touch him. In fact, he didn’t want you to touch him because he knew he’d lose himself the second you did and he wanted to be present when you came undone.

You mumbled against his lips, warning him as the knot in your belly grew tighter and he stopped abruptly. You let out a distressed noise as he pulled away but your face went red when he knelt between your legs. “W-what are you-”

“Just relax.” He kissed your thigh, just above your knee, and slid his first two fingers inside. He looped his other arm around your leg and reached for your cunt, using his thumb to draw tight circles over your clit while he fucked his fingers into you. His gaze volleyed between your dripping pussy that coated his fingers in your arousal, and your face, which was screwed up with pleasure as you inched closer to your release.

You felt a sweat break out on your back and your heart rate increased, heat washing over your body as you teetered right on the edge. You wanted to let go and allow him full control of your body. Nothing sounded better in the moment than being used for his pleasure. But he didn’t seem to care about his pleasure and only focused on yours.

He blew cool air on your clit and you squirmed, warning him again of your impending orgasm. “So let go then.” He urged, looking up at your face from his position between your legs while he continued to work his fingers inside you. “Let go and cum all over my fingers.”

How could you say no when he looked so… seductive? You’d never seen him like this before, never knew he could be so demanding and yet laid back all at once, and it made you clench around his fingers. So you let the pleasure wash over you, back arching as you gave in to a blistering orgasm. You let out a soft cry that somewhat resembled his name as you came undone and he had to fight to keep from leaning in to lap up your release. He’d wanted to do that for an unhealthy amount of time.

As you came down from your high, he pulled his fingers from your messy cunt and you caught him staring at both your mess and his fingers. You could tell what he wanted and you gave him a little nod as you carded your fingers through his hair. He quickly licked his fingers clean, groaning in appreciation when he finally got the taste of you he’d been craving since extremely early on in your friendship. “You’re so sweet, y/n…” He sighed and you bit your lip. “Can I taste more?”

“You can do whatever the fuck you want.” And with that, his head was buried between your legs. He wasn’t going to give you a break until you were on the verge of collapse, you just knew it.

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[sugarnspice630]

Triple S - Jongho

Triple S: Solo Somno Session

(I thought the title was clever, please also like it :( )

•pairing: idol!jongho x gn!reader

•word count: 1.5k

•tags: mdni, reader has a wet dream, masturbation (male), slight somnophilia, Jongho tries to stay quiet, reader wakes up and teases Jongho ...did I miss anything? probably

Summary: You've been struggling to fall asleep and decide to video call Jongho to help you sleep, only your brain goes into overdrive causing you to have a wet dream and it certainly has an effect on Jongho.

A/N: Random thought that popped into my head at 2am before I went to sleep that I was inspired to write! Not much backstory on this one...Please be sure to drop a like, reblog if you enjoyed it, and comment your favorite part! Happy reading!

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Jongho had been away from you for too long. You were really starting to miss him and how he cuddled with you in bed late at night. Being in different time zones while he was touring made it hard to catch him in real time. You texted him that you missed him and wanted to know if you could video call to go to bed. You’ve been having some sleepless nights and thought seeing his face would help you get a good night’s rest. He responded fairly quickly and said he would be back at his hotel room soon and would call you. You just had to keep yourself awake for a little longer.

When Jongho got back to his hotel room for a day of rest, he settled into his bed and got everything set up to prop his phone up to give you a good view of him. He clicked on your contact and clicked the video call button. You were patiently waiting for his call, curled up in your bed with loads of blankets and the stuffed teddy bear he gave you before he left so you wouldn’t be too alone. Your heart jumped when you saw the phone screen change, and you quickly accepted the call. Smiling big when you saw his face on your screen, you were thankful you were able to spend this time with him. He smiled his gummy smile back at you, excited to see you all excited.

“Hi~.”

“Hi baby bear!” You replied from behind the blanket. Your mouth and nose were covered, but your eyes were visible. Jongho sat back and leaned on his elbow, still facing his phone, so he could stare at you. No words were shared, just big smiles and occasional soft giggles between the two of you that warmed both of your hearts. After a few minutes of staring lovingly at each other, you felt your eyes start to get heavy.

“Tired love?”

“Yeah..”

“You can go to sleep, love. That’s why I’m here—to help my darling sleep well.”

“Okie…” You groggily responded, but the truth was, you were already on the verge of falling asleep and had no idea what he was saying. Your eyes went fully shut, and you nuzzled your head into the pillow more to get comfy. Jongho watched and smiled as you got comfortable. He was happy to see you so cozy, even without him being there to cuddle you.

“Goodnight my sweet. I love you so much.” You just hummed in response.

He grabbed a pillow and set it behind him to prop himself up. Reaching for the remote to find something to entertain him. After all, he didn’t want to watch you sleep. You falling asleep that quickly with him on the phone reassured him how comfortable you are with him. Jongho would occasionally look over at the screen to check up on you. Smiling softly at your peacefully resting figure. The way the blanket softly lifted up and down, following your gentle breathing. Your bangs had gracefully fallen over your eyes. Okay, okay, maybe he did enjoy watching you sleep, but there was no creepy intent behind it! He just loved seeing you. You were his, and god did he love it. Jongho shortly turned his attention back to the TV, his brain filled with everything relating to you.

A few moments later, Jongho heard your breathing getting more rapid. He glanced over and saw you were still sleeping, but the blanket had moved from over your mouth. Your eyebrows are furrowed together, and your mouth is slightly hanging open. He frowned, assuming you were having a bad dream. You had been stressed, so it wasn’t unexpected. That was until he heard a soft whimper come out of you. His eyes got a little bit wider, and his face flushed a little. Were you having a wet dream? Surely that couldn’t be the case. He wiggled in the bed a little bit and softly cleared his throat, trying to distract himself from what he just heard. Not a few moments later, you let out another whimper, this time a little louder than the last. Jongho directed his attention to the video of you on his screen. Your eyebrows furrowed more, and you wiggled under the covers as well. Placing your face more into the pillow. Jongho couldn’t help but notice his dick twitched. The thought of you dreaming about something explicit while you were on the phone with him drove him crazy. We wanted to be there to help you, but he couldn’t.

“Jongho~.” You very softly muttered out. Fuck.

He bit his lip after hearing his name. He watched as you writhed around under the cover again, probably agitated that you were not getting the sensation you desired at that moment. His dick had become half-erect just watching you struggle in your dream. What exactly were you dreaming about? He wished he could transport himself into your brain just to see what was going on in that little mind of yours. You whimpered out again. You were driving Jongho crazy, and you weren’t even there physically. Jongho couldn’t help it, but he had to touch himself. He swore to never do anything while you were sleeping, but this was different, right? You were not actually there for him to touch and play with. He just had himself.

He gracefully reached his hand into his sweatpants and began to rub his hand over his cock. Watching your figure with careful eyes and taking in every detail of your face. Taking in the sweet sounds you were letting out. Knowing you were dreaming about him doing explicit things to you. Touching all over you and making you feel this good, only it was your imagination, but damn, if it had you feeling this way now, he was only more curious to hear what you’d actually sound like if he did those things to you. He tilted his head back as he continued to stroke himself. Trying to not make any noise, afraid he’d wake you up and take you out of your wonderful dream. You cried out his name again, and he started to stroke himself faster. He bit his lip to try to hide the soft whimpers that were starting to come out. Closing his eyes, he imagined it was you touching him like this. His hand was not doing the trick; he needed to trick himself into thinking it was you.

“Fuck…Y/N.” He softly called out. The pace he had set for himself was perfect for achieving his high. Unknowingly, his plea was louder than he intended and slightly woke you up from your sleep. You groaned as you softly opened your eyes. Your groan made him go more mad, and he started stroking himself faster. Unaware of what was just happening, except for the damp feeling between your legs, you were alarmed to see Jongho quickly rubbing himself out in the hotel room. You put your head back down on the pillow and watched him with one eye open. Your hair falling over your eyes and hiding the open one perfectly. He looked so beautiful, harshly biting his lip with his head tilted back and eyes closed. You decided to try to be sneaky and let out another whimper, intentionally. You saw Jongho open his mouth and groan softly.

“God dammit baby…so fucking good.” He said through gritted teeth. He was trying so hard to stay quiet to keep you asleep, but the only thing he was doing was making you even more horny. The wet feeling on your lower half started to make more sense. You were having a wet dream, Jongho heard you whimpering and groaning in your sleep, and his little pervert brain couldn’t help but get turned on and he had to jack off to it. You wiggled in your bed and let out another intentional moan. Jongho let out a few curses before he curled himself forward and tried to catch all of his cum in a tissue he had thankfully grabbed before. His heavy breathing and soft moans were like music to your ears, but you wanted to watch him secretly. You bit your lip and pushed yourself into the bed to try to stimulate yourself. Jongho took a few minutes to gather himself before he glanced over at the screen and saw you were still "asleep." He softly smiled at you before getting up to throw his dirtied tissue away. His smile warms your heart, and you pull the blanket back up to your face to further hide yourself. Feeling satisfied that you can make your boyfriend feel good even from thousands of miles away from each other. Jongho returned into frame and leaned back against the pillow, and took a deep breath, letting it out with a loud sigh. He turned his head back to his phone and saw you. The absolute love of his life. Thankful you did not just see the mess he had made from watching and hearing you have a wet dream.

“I saw that.” You muttered loudly and watched his face turn stone cold. His eyes grow wider than you’ve ever seen and his face goes pale. He quickly looks at you and you start chuckling. Something about watching your boyfriend get all shocked and embarrassed that he just masturbated to you was hilarious to you.

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