#jongho fic

[sweetiesicheng]

jongho - phone call

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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...

[cyberseong]

reflections.

pairing: jongho x f!reader

genre: smut/pwp, best friend!jongho

warnings/topics: there’s quite a bit of plot before it gets to the actual smut, slight angst in the beginning, y/n goes through a breakup, lots of kisses and comfort, dacryphilia, pussy eating, protected vaginal sex, praises, excessive use of pet names, biting, marking, cocky jongho(?).

word count: 1.9k

she threw her phone across the floor after seeing even more photos on his story, deciding that she couldn’t bear to look any longer. it only increased the intensity of the pain in her chest, and she really couldn’t take that feeling in a stronger dose at the moment. her head fell into her hands; she knew she couldn’t contain the noises of her compressed sobs anymore.

as soon as she looks up to catch her breath, the sound of a key turning into her front door’s lock is heard. that’s when it dawned on her.

y/n hadn’t answered her best friend, jongho, in days. he was the only other person who had a key to her apartment.

before she could even attempt to compose herself, jongho pushed the door open and rushed in with a sense of panic and worry oozing from his body. “y/n? are you hom- oh.”

once jongho turned his head in the direction of the living room, he paused in his tracks and his words. he ran over to y/n, immediately kneeling in front of her wilting character. his hand made its way to y/n’s face, gently wiping the running tears from her cheeks. the other one went to her shoulder as a way to comfort her; he ran his hand up and down the small of her back as he scanned over her current state.

“y/n, what’s been going on these last few days? does it have something to do with that asshole? everyone’s been worried about you, y’know,” jongho spoke with his eyebrows furrowed; his eyes were glossed over with a pleading expression— he knew y/n wasn’t one to really open up about major problems, but this seemed way too serious for it to have just been ignored.

y/n sniffled, finally looking up to meet jonghos eyes. she frowned deeply, causing jongho to give her a sympathetic look. “it’s him… he– he dumped me, and i think he was cheating on me?” y/n hiccupped on her words, speaking with an unsure tone at the end. she went to reach for her phone that she previously thrown away from herself, but jongho quickly blocked her hand and proceeded to push the device even farther away from her reach.

“that’s so fucking expected of him too, god,” he paused, attempting to regain his composure after hearing what y/n had been so upset about over the last few days. “listen. everyone knew he wasn’t shit since the day he came into your life. he doesn’t deserve you, y/n. there’re so many other people who would treat you way better than he ever could— people who would cherish every part of you and not treat you like just another bitch in their contacts.”

jongho was seething. he knew his words were harsh, but he truly just wanted the best for his best friend. seeing her treated horribly by a man that was less than worthy of her attention was the quickest way to see jongho as angry as possible.

“well, i don’t know what i’m supposed to be treated like. i’ve only ever dated people like him, and now you’re telling me that i deserve way better? what does that even mean, jongho?” y/n questioned. her tears were now fully dried against her face, and the only noise that sounded throughout the room were her periodic sniffles and the occasional sighs from jongho.

“well,” jongho muttered in an almost mocking tone. his face was now closer to hers than it ever has been, which led y/n to wonder if jongho had always been this beautiful, or if it was just her mind’s desperate attempt at trying to forget her ex. “let me show you what that means, doll.”

before y/n even has a chance to process jongho’s words, he moves in to close the gap between their lips, kissing y/n with a feeling that couldn’t be any more foreign to her; love. y/n knew the intensity of jongho’s kisses and passion was definitely not something shared between friends. she decided she would confront him about it later; right now, she only wanted to focus on forgetting.

jongho slowly moved from y/n’s lips, down to her neck, painting it with dozens of sensual kisses and bites. he took his sweet time, as his whole goal was for y/n to take in and cherish how it feels to be truly appreciated by someone.

y/n would release airy moans each time jongho nipped at her skin– she could feel the blood rush to the surface of her skin, causing an overwhelming feeling to bubble in the pit of her stomach. “jongho, please, t-too slow,” y/n whimpered quietly from the agonizing pace jongho was progressing at. luckily, he took the hint from her words, immediately lifting y/n up from the floor— bridal style— and bringing her to the couch in her living room. He figured that would be more comfortable than the floor regardless.

“are you alright to keep going?” jongho speaks softly, almost in a whisper. y/n quickly responded to him with a stern nod, her head in a downturned position as she was fixated on jongho’s hands. she was this close to begging for his touch; y/n was sure jongho could feel her desperation at this point.

jongho sighed, using his index finger and thumb to lift her head up, forcing their eyes to meet before he spoke once again, “let’s use our words, sweetheart, hm? are you alright to keep going?” jongho’s gaze was strong and intimidating, causing y/n to look away quickly. she would be lying if she said the way he looked at her didn’t turn her on, and she knew if she met his eyes again, she’d moan from how dominant the gaze he held was. not that jongho would mind, anyway.

“yes, jongho, please, you don’t need to be so gentle,” y/n pleaded— she was more than certain that jongho wasn’t usually like this; his soft demeanor was most definitely because he was considering her current fragile mindset.

jongho only gave a smile at her words. he immediately went to pull y/n’s shirt over her head, to which she lifted her arms to allow him easier access for the action. once the shirt is off, he throws it to the ground, proceeding to pepper kisses from along y/n’s breasts, traveling down to her midriff. he cherished every portion of her body, almost as if he was worshipping it. eventually, jongho couldn’t handle any more of y/n’s breathy moans paired with the fall and rise of her stomach against his face.

jongho swiftly hooked his fingers onto the waistband of y/n’s sweats, pushing them down below her ankles and onto the floor. she wore a pair of lacy pastel pink panties that perfectly hugged her figure and complimented her complexion. he pressed his thumb gently against y/n’s clothed clit, earning a whimper from y/n’s lips as her legs attempted to squeeze shut. jongho pried them open, holding them in place as his lips placed even more kisses across her inner thigh, inching closer and closer to her core. he removed his finger, quickly pulling y/n’s underwear down where they joined the pile of clothes that slowly grew on the ground. jongho replaced his finger with his lips, now using his tongue to lap up the slick that oozed out of y/n’s hole. her moans increased in volume as jongho tongue fucked her gently and fastly— it was obvious that he’d had previous experience. y/n’s legs were basically trapping jongho in his current position, as the pleasure from his tongue was too intense for her legs to stay open.

soon enough, y/n came on jongho’s tongue, eliciting screams from her lips as jongho sucked on her clit to help her ride out the climax. her body shook from overstimulation, tears forming at the corners of her eyes before they fell down her cheeks.

“jongho, please— need you inside of me, i can’t,” y/n spoke, albeit incoherently, but jongho still understood what she was asking for. he removed his face from her wet folds, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his hoodie before bringing his face back up to hers. he carefully took in her current state— the fucked out look plastered across her face, the panted breaths that could be heard from up close, and the tears on her face that glistened in the light. jongho could feel his pants tighten even more than they already were at the sight, physically holding himself back from trailing his tongue across the stream of tears.

“i know, doll, you’re doing so well already, just be patient, okay? just for me, pretty girl,” jongho spoke softly, unbuttoning and unzipping the fly of his jeans, stripping his clothes off quickly. he grabbed a condom from the inside of his wallet, briskly ripping open the package with his teeth before rolling it onto his erect cock. he desperately lined it up with her entrance, teasing y/n slightly by tapping his tip against her clit. she mewled in frustration, to which jongho giggled, “alright, i’m sorry love, i’ll stop teasing— god, you’re so pretty like this,” jongho groaned as he sunk into her pussy slowly, allowing time for her to adjust to his size. the room was filled with sinful noises as jongho thrusted roughly into y/n, abusing her cervix as the slaps of skin and moans were the only things to linger around them.

“he’s never fucked you like this, hm? i bet he’s never heard all your beautiful sounds like this, hm, doll?” jongho mutters as he fucked at an animalistic pace, chasing both of your highs with his thrusts.

“yes, n-never, fuck, i’m so close, please, jongho,” y/n whined, quickly getting cut off as loud moans erupted from her throat yet again. jongho’s groans became more audible as his climax bubbled up inside of him, sweat dripping from his forehead as he bottomed out inside of y/n. the duo came at the same time, almost as if their climaxes were synced together. he released a vocal moan as his cum spilled inside the condom.

as jongho pulled out, y/n whimpered from the sudden emptiness inside of her. she felt as if she couldn’t even move with the numb and static feeling that plagued her body.

“feeling okay, sweetheart? come on, i’ll run you a bath, you look exhausted,” jongho smiled, returning to his gentle self once everything had finished.

y/n only gave him a nod, feeling too tired to speak. jongho understood, quickly slipping on his boxers again before lifting y/n up into his arms and carrying her to the bathroom.

y/n couldn’t thank jongho enough for deciding to check on her today.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❛ you're an asshole but i love you ❜

“Everything that comes out of your mouth is stupid.”

“Choi Jongho”

“Shut up.”

You both stop abruptly at the third voice and turn towards the captain but not without giving each other one last glare. Hongjoong takes a deep breath and looks at you two shaking his head wondering what he had ever done in his past life to get such a chaotic group of spies. Because they surely can’t act like one.

“Okay now that I have your attention span of five seconds, you two are doing this mission together,” Hongjoong speaks and doesn’t bother to look up already knowing what is coming.

“I am not going with him.”

“Again?”

You both shout at the same time earning an eye-roll from Hongjoong who merely states, “Yes, and you don’t get a choice.” Your mouth hangs open at his words and you try to protest only for Hongjoong to silence you and say, “Because you two are our best undercovers.”

“Well, I am, of course, but her?” Jongho asks, mocking evident in his voice and you snicker at the immature man beside you. Being the two youngest in the team you two didn’t leave one day where you wouldn’t bite each other’s head off.

“Of course, because you are the one who brought home the information in our last mission,” you say, plastering a sickly sweet smile on your face.

“Talk with respect, I was born first,” he bites back and you roll your eyes at the lame comeback before saying, “Don’t you mean hatched?”

“Dismissed,” Hongjoong says interrupting you two and giving a stern look that makes both of you shut up and accept it and leave. Walking outside you close Hongjoong’s door behind you and feel Jongho tapping your shoulder.

“What?” you give him a look which quickly turns into confusion as you see him shushing you and pointing towards the lab door where you see Wooyoung’s sister clinging onto Yunho.

You shrug lightly whispering, “Well Wooyoung oppa is going to be fucking over the moon,” and Jongho giggles at your response knowing his hyung in fact will be.

You look towards Jongho who has a gummy smile etched on his face and for a moment you let your mind tell you he looks cute in that smile with his crinkled eyes that look like a crescent moon.

“Too bad you don’t have a brother, let alone his best friend,” Jongho remarks and the record screeches and comes to a halt. You smile at him before showing your middle finger to his face and he sticks out his tongue making you scoff.

“It’s almost two, do you want to plan tomorrow or now?” Jongho asks suddenly and you contemplate a bit balancing out your odds and he takes the cue to continue, “What are you thinking so much, you don’t have anyone to go back to your room, unlike San hyung.”

You attempt to kick him, swinging your leg in the hair and he giggles running towards his room and you follow muttering curses under your breath at the little spawn of the devil.

The relationship you and Jongho had was interesting. You two were the undercovers of Ateez and being a team you two complement each other well, bringing information as well as eliminating bodies left and right.

But, there’s always a but, you two couldn’t stand each other. You found him obnoxious and annoying and he found you too hasty. At least that was the basic reason. There were a thousand other reasons which justify why you would kill him on a good day. One of them, was his big mouth that was never shut, annoying you whenever he could.

“What is your plan? Where do we start?” your thoughts come to a halt as Jongho’s voice infiltrates your ear and you look at him in the eyes that hold a boring expression.

You shake your head lightly and sit down on his bed, which you will never admit is very comfortable, and say, “We can just simply keep a watch on them and act accordingly.”

“We will not be in any disguise genius, what if we get caught?” he throws his shoes off his legs to the corner of the room and sits down beside you and you narrow your eyes at him.

“We will improvise like we have always done till now,” you shrug lightly. Honestly, this mission wasn’t a lot. Even though it has crucial information standing on the line you and Jongho have been on much harder missions and have been alive.

Even though you might have tried to kill each other while at it.

“Fine just don’t do stupid shit when we almost get caught, like that time you suggested beer pong,” Jongho grits out, eyes flaming with anger as he remembers how you had almost slept with an official if he hadn’t saved you.

“That was all part of the plan,” you dismiss him airily and he rolls his eyes muttering “Sure” which made you feel embarrassed as hell because it sure wasn’t part of any plan. Heck, you already have two people in your team for that job.

He yawns stretching out his limbs and you look at him and watch his muscles flex under the t-shirt he is wearing accentuating his arm muscles and you watch him intently.

“Good muscles, no?” Jongho smirks looking at you ogling and your eyes widen at getting caught and you cough looking away and say, “Yeah whatever, those are just for show.”

You even fake a scoff to hide the warmth radiating from your cheeks and he raises an eyebrow.

“They can show you a lot of things baby,” he purrs, his body slightly leaning towards you and you stare back at his eyes with equal intensity. You are pretty sure your cheeks are red by now, and you can feel his breath too close to you, and you might be hallucinating but you see his eyes travel to your lips for a split second.

Coughing lightly, you abruptly get up before you do something you regret and walk towards the door. Jongho also sits up looking away and you say a small “See you tomorrow,” and leave.

“You have got to be fucking with me!” you exclaim, a frustrated groan leaving with me as you eye the room you are to stay for the night. It is definitely a sorry excuse for a homestay, heck you have stayed in worse places but that isn’t the problem.

The problem is sharing the room with Jongho.

A room which has one bed.

No couch.

No mattress.

Not even two blankets in what they are calling a “double bed.” Double? It is more like a single and a half. Not even half, quarter.

“No thanks, I have better things to do,” Jongho’s monotonous reply brings you out of your trance and you glare at him throwing your backpack on the small table at the side.

The table creaks making you cringe and you slowly pick up your bag and keep it beside the leg of the bed. You are not paying for a broken table. They cannot even make more rooms, of course, they can’t afford a decent table.

“You’re sleeping on the floor,” you deadpan and Jongho laughs sarcastically saying, “How about you say that to your phone’s selfie camera?”

“Selfie camera? Really?” you fold your arms cocking your eyebrow at him and he rolls his eyes and says, “Yeah well there’s no mirror.” You scoff at his attitude and continue, “You cannot make a lady sleep on the floor.”

“Where’s the lady? I can’t see her,” he retaliates with a smirk adorning his face. You take in a deep break and shooting him a quick glare you plop down on the bed.

Jongho puts his bag down beside yours and glances around. His heart panics a little at the single bed but he quickly looks away. It is three days, he can do this.

You think it is for three days, you can go without killing each other, maintain a safe distance, and return safely to the base. You can do this.

You absolutely cannot do this.

Jongho has been shuffling for the last fifteen minutes and he doesn’t stop. His tossing and turning make you annoyed and you hiss in anger and turn towards him and yell, “Jongho just sleep for fuck’s sake.”

He turns towards you and whispers, “I am trying.”

“Well, try harder, and stop moving,” you finally shoot your eyes open and look at him. The proximity makes you falter quickly and you can see your noses almost touching, his eyes scanning your whole face.

Your eyes rake his face, over every mole, cute lump and his nose-bridge and then fall to his lips. You quickly look up at him and he opens his mouth and you brace yourself for the worst teasing of your life.

“You have really nice eyes,” your eyes widen in shock and your lips part but no words come out as you continue to stare into his soft, brown eyes. After a moment you collect yourself barely and say, “Go to sleep Choi.”

Why is this hotel room so goddamn cold?

“Okay,” he whispers back, his breath fanning your face your mouth a ‘good’ because you didn’t trust your voice and turn your back to him, trying to calm your heart.

Jongho eyes rest on your back trying to even his breath until his eyes close.

You wake up in the middle of the night, or rather your bladder urges you to try to move. Except you can’t when you see Jongho’s hand draped over your waist, holding you close. His soft breath dances on your neck and you stay awake for some time enjoying the warmth of his body that feels so strangely comfortable and you hate to admit it.

Okay no you really need to pee.

You wiggle out of his arms slowly, not intending to wake him up and he groans making you go still. “Why do I care?” you think to yourself but put extra care into placing his arms down and getting up.

Coming back you jump lightly as Jongho’s annoyed eyes match yours and he says, “Come back here.”

“Why?” your cheeks tinge a shade of red and you are glad the room is dark or else you would have never lived it down. You take a sip of water from the bottle, trying to shove the feeling down your burning throat but you can’t.

Jongho keeps watching your ministrations, getting impatient with each passing second. Why can’t you just come back goddammit? He speaks up before he can stop himself and says, “You are the only source of warmth in this stupid hotel, so come back before I get hypothermia.”

You smirk lightly at his bear-like features getting all riled up and shrug your shoulders nonchalantly making him huff and turn sideways away from you. You cannot believe Jongho being this needy.

Jongho never loses his composure. Except when he is with you, you make him do crazy things.

You giggle lightly at the pouting baby bear before you walk towards him and get inside the duvet and his eye shots up as you lie down. He instantly wraps his arm around you and you murmur to him, “I am only doing this because you are cold and you will get hypothermia or whatever, don’t take it otherwise.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” his sleepy voice reverberates in the room as he holds you tightly making your insides warm up. He is just cold, don’t overthink, you scold your mind before lulling back to sleep.

The next morning becomes unusually quiet, unlike your usual bickering. Both of you check your logs sent by Yunho and work on your tactical gears and weapons. Neither of you brings up last night’s incident, an unspoken agreement forming.

At the said time, you both leave the motel and arrive at the back door of the pub. You say the code and they let you two in and you search for your perp.

“There she is,” Jongho whispers and you quickly look over to his direction and spot her immediately. “You talk with officials, I will go talk with her,” you say and he nods before you part ways. You strut your way towards her and sit beside her at the bar, passing her a glance.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you look at Jongho who has a resolute look on his face as he sits down to play poker with the officials. You smile lightly at his undercover suit that makes him look like a businessman.

Jongho knows the official has a gun ready below the table and he sends a signal to Mingi who gets ready in his position at the back. Jongho smiles lightly and continues the game like nothing happened until he is on the last card and pulls out an Ateez card from his pocket turning it swiftly to the officers.

You knock over your drink on purpose, and Mingi walks towards Jongho. “You’re dead, darling,” you whisper as soon as you see Jongho firing the bullets and you smirk lightly holding her down and she fights back. “Oh shit,” you whisper when she jabs you on your forehead before you hold her down in a choking position.

With her free hand, she punches you on the lips and you feel offended. She did not just ruin your pretty lips, and you scoffed in annoyance before grabbing the spray from your waist and using it on her.

“Bitch, you could have hit any other place but these pretty lips?” you say before throwing her figure down for an amused Mingi to watch you.

The perp falls limp on the ground and you gesture at Mingi who gladly takes her back to the headquarters. You look around in confusion and Mingi shrugs as you see Jongho still shooting. You roll your eyes pulling him by the elbow and whisper, “Tell me you got the papers.”

“Let’s make a grand exit,” he grins cheekily and you look at him quizzically and pull him by the arm saying, “That doesn’t answer my question.”

He gives you a deaf ear shooting the fire extinguishing sprinklers as the water starts pouring. “What the actual-“ You don’t finish your sentence running out and looking at him in disbelief as he walks through the water like it is some sort of runway.

When he finally comes out after his “dramatic exit” you say, “I will be handling your CV to modelling agencies when we get back, just wait and see.”

He laughs and you scoff and stomp away as he follows you, the papers safely with Mingi sent back.

Back at the motel, he forcefully makes you sit down on the bed as he brings the first-aid kit out. You eye his ministrations and snicker when he accidentally pours some antiseptic on his fingers instead of the cotton.

“You should have told me you are hurt,” he says, lightly dabbing at the wound on your forehead first.

“Oh and stop your modelling, how on earth can I do that?” you fake a gasp and Jongho forcefully jabs your forehead and you slap his hand.

Jongho lightly flicks your forehead, his gummy smile etching his lips as he steps closer. He holds your jaw softly, turning your head up and your eyes follow his hands that busied themselves on cleaning the cut.

“Geez I am fine you big baby, I have got way bigger cuts than one on a forehead and a split lip,” you complain while Jongho carefully presses a piece of cotton between your lips. Your words get muffled and he smiles in a sinister way and says, “You are so much better when you don’t talk.”

You stick your middle finger at his face and he edges closer to you, looking down at you raises your eyebrows as you gaze back. “There are a lot more ways where I can make you quiet,” he smirks and continues, “Or make you scream louder.”

Your face flushes with warmth and reaches the tip of your ears at his words and your eyes widen. You look at your sides and see Jongho’s arms flexing as he holds the bed headboard. Fuck him and his apple-breaking arms, you think.

Fuck everything.

“Yeah?” you ask softly taking out the cotton from your lips and continuing, “Why don’t you show me the ways?”

Jongho raises his eyebrow dipping his head more and the closeness almost makes your noses touch and he asks, “You would like that wouldn’t you?”

“Maybe I will,” you speak, a mischievous smile tugging on your lips and before can count to another second Jongho’s lips press to yours in a desperate kiss. You stumble lightly from the pressure and hold his shoulders tilting your head. Your lips move in perfect sync and the kiss turns from rough and desperate to soft and sensual in seconds. His grip softens and he holds your hands while you caress his hair lightly. You feel him smile in the kiss and return it as you two part.

You love this about Jongho so much.

He smiles and you bite your lips feeling shy as he pecks your lips saying, “You were right, I am stupid.” You groan at him shaking your head and trying to cover his mouth but he continues, “Stupidly in love with you.”

“Oh my god, that is so cheesy,” you groan at him and he laughs before tackling you to the bed and kissing you all over the face while you giggle.

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Day 26 : Sir Kink

↬ [ Synopsis ] : In the middle of the bar’s chaos, Jongho’s protective instincts kick in as he spots you. But instead of showing gratitude, you can’t resist stirring him up a little too much. Now, he’s set on teaching you a lesson, and you’re in for a long night of delicious discipline from your boyfriend.

☆Word Count : 3.08k ☆Genre : Smut, Non-idol Au, Boyfriend Au, porn with little to no plot. ☆Pairing : Boyfreind! Jongho x Bartender! Gf F.Reader

☆☆☆ WARNINGS : mdni!, established relationship, mentions of alchol, bars, customer causes drama, naive but also not so naive reader, she is just an innocent girlie ( :P ), a bit back and forth between her and Jongho, a lil riling up maybe, sir kink, pet names (babygirl, lil bunny), mild praise kink, overprotective bf Jongho, fingering (fem reciveing), mid choking kink, edging, Jongho turns a bit meanie at the end and disciplines you.

NOTE : Yes… I’m going to continue and complete Kinktober, even though we’re past the 31st. I really want to finish this challenge and not leave it incomplete, so I hope you all enjoy the story, ma chéries!

The bar buzzed with its usual nighttime energy, customers filling the cozy, dimly lit space with laughter, clinking glasses, and conversations. You were behind the bar skillfully pouring drinks, chatting with regulars, and catching up with them.

Somewhere in the corner, you knew Jongho was seated with his quiet, watchful presence making sure you were doing fine and no one is causing any trouble for you.

Ever since you’d taken this job, Jongho had made a habit of dropping by on his nights off. Though he covered it up saying it was to spend time with you, but you knew the real reason he was there to make sure you were safe. You’d reassured him countless times that you could handle an odd drunken comment or lingering glances of a few persuasive customers. But Jongho just didn’t trust your naive little self. Calling you naive was just to tease you, though your heart fluttered at the sincere concern that laced his words and actions.

Tonight was no different. He was sitting at his usual spot as he sipped from his glass, his gaze never straying far from you.

You tossed him a playful smile when you noticed him watching you, but he only nodded slightly, his eyes tracing the room as if mentally noting each customer’s behavior. Just then, your heart sank a little when you spotted a familiar face in the crowd. A customer who’d been bothering you for the past few weeks.

The man had been insistent, charming at first by dropping hints about wanting to get your number and asking if you’d like to “grab a drink” sometime after your shift. You’d tried to handle him politely, knowing that dealing with flirtatious customers was just part of the job. But he hadn’t taken the hint and had started showing up regularly, getting bolder each time. Tonight, he looked no different. He was wearing a flashy smile and exuding confidence as he made himself comfortable at the bar.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he greeted, leaning over the counter. “Thought I’d find you here. Ready to give me that number yet ?”

You tensed, quickly glancing around and noticing Jongho’s gaze zeroing in on the interaction. Taking a breath, you put on a professional smile. “No, sorry. I’m here to serve drinks, not give out my number.”

“Oh, come on,” he persisted as his voice dropped to what he probably thought was a seductive whisper but sounded like an ugly seal screeching, to you. “No need to be so cold. I’ve been a good customer, haven’t I ? And I always leave a tip.” He laughed, glancing around as if expecting others to join in. To be honest, older men were never you type and this man was definitely in his late 40s and with his screeching voice and pressing attitude easily made into your list of “people to avoid” and probably Jongho’s “To kill” list.

You clenched your teeth, determined to keep things calm. “Look, I’m just not interested, okay ? You can enjoy your drink, but I’m not giving out my number. Please respect that.”

The smile slipped from his face, replaced by an irritated scowl. He slammed his hand on the counter, drawing the attention of a few nearby customers. “Scamming customers now, are you ? You don’t give out your number and you treat me like garbage? I’ve spent good money here. Think your manager will want to know how you treat loyal customers?”

The little drama caught the attention of your manager, who came running over, eyes flicking between you and the accusor. “What’s going on here ?”

“She’s been scamming me!” the old bastard spat, his voice loud enough for others to hear. “I’ve been paying extra, leaving good tips, and this is how I’mbeing treated ? This is disgraceful!”

Your cheeks flushed with a mix of anger and embarrassment as other customers began to murmur, casting curious glances in your direction. You wanted to defend yourself, but before you could even gather your words, a firm yet calm voice cut through the tension.

“Is there a problem here ?”

Jongho’s presence was that of calm authority as he stepped between you and the man, his gaze cold and direct. The customer blinked at few times before straightening himself, seemingly taken aback by Jongho’s imposing figure. Your boyfriend wasn’t one to lose his temper easily, but when it came to protecting you, there was a fierceness in his eyes that spoke volumes. Fidgeting nervously with your hand, you stood still behind your boyfriend as your gaze zeroed in on the old dude.

The bastard matched Jongho’s height, suddenly losing his brashness. “Who are you ? Just another customer ? This is between me and her—”

“Actually,” Jongho interrupted, his tone steady and deadly calm, “it’s not between you and her. You were harassing her, and now you’re causing a scene in a place of business. I suggest you take your drink and leave.”

The man scoffed, returning to his earlier arrogant self. “She’s been treating customers poorly. I’m just letting management know how unprofessional she’s been.”

Jongho didn’t even blink. “And I’m letting you know you need to leave. Now.” his tone went an octave up as he emphasised on the Now.

A silence settled over the bar, and the old bastard’s bravado crumbled. He muttered something under his breath and backed away, Jongho’s gaze was locked in on him until he disappeared into the crowd. His eyes followed him until he was sure the man was gone. Turning to you, his expression softened for a moment before returning to that stern familiar look of seriously-concern or concerningly serious. Agh whatever the fuck it is.

“Are you okay ?” he asked quietly, but there was an edge beneath the gentle cornered question.

You nodded, still processing everything. “Yeah… Thank you. I just—I didn’t want to cause a scene.”

His gaze softened, but only a bit. “You wouldn’t have had to if you’d listened to me. How many times have I told you to call me over if someone makes you uncomfortable ?”

Your face flushed as you glanced down, embarrassed and a little defensive. “I thought I could handle it.”

Jongho shook his head, letting out a low, frustrated sigh while his hand gently carassed your hair. “You think I’m overprotective, don’t you ?”

You managed a small, guilty smile while you peaked up to met his eyes. “Maybe just a little.”

He chuckled, though the stern look in his eyes remained. “I’m taking you home. You’re done for tonight.”

“But my shift isn’t—”

“I’ll talk to your manager,” he said, already turning towards them. “They won’t mind. And we’ll discuss this when we get home.”

Your heart skipped a beat, the authority in his voice sending a shiver down your spine. You knew that “discuss” wasn’t just a casual term. He was determined to make a point, and you had a feeling it would involve some strong and firm words and maybe even a “lesson” to strengthen his words.

As you gathered your things and prepared to leave, you felt a strange mix of anticipation, excitement and nervousness. Jongho’s protectiveness might drive you a little crazy at times, but there was no denying that it also made you feel cherished.

And tonight, it seemed, he was intending on showing you just how much he cared.

The whole car ride was filled with back-and-forth arguments—him insisting you should leave this job so you wouldn’t have to deal with difficult clients and could stay safe, and you countering with “I can take care of myself” and that you didn’t always need to be looked after, which clearly dismissed him. Slowly, you could feel the air thickening as, intentionally or not, you countered every single point he tried to make about the job.

“I won’t always be around to fix your problems,” he said, sounding frustrated.

“And I don’t need you to. I can handle them myself,” you replied, crossing your arms.

“It’s not a safe place for you,” he insisted, gripping the wheel a little tighter.

“I’m perfectly capable of staying safe,” you shot back.

He let out a sigh. “Just quit that stupid job already.”

You met his gaze, stubborn as ever. “Nooooo!”

He rolled his eyes. “Stubborn as ever.”

You shrugged. “Takes one to know one.”

Jongho’s car stopped abbruptly outside your house, and he turned to you, his eyes sharp and unwavering. His clenched jaw made it clear he was not having it and was gonna combust any minute.

You tried giving him a reassuring smile as you turned towards him. “Jongho, quit worrying,” you teased gently. “I know I am your favorite problem to take care of but I am fully capable of handling myself.”

He met you in the eye as the corner of his lip went to a smirk, “A ‘favorite problem,’ huh ? You sure are babygirl.” His hands gently carassed you exposed thigh, rubbing the smooth skin as the mini dress you were wearing slid up a bit while you were busy arguing with him.

This is how it begins You thought as you gulped while you heart raced at the thought of whats about to come your way.

“Jongh-” You were soon cut off as his grip tightened around you thighs, a red tint creeping up your skin as a tiny yelp left your lips.

His voice was low, edged with warning .“You were calling me what again babygirl ?”

“S-Sir…Jongho sir. Sorry” You replied in a sudden polite tone, which was not yours a few minutes ago.

As you stammered your response, Jongho’s grip on your thigh tightened just a little more, his eyes glinting with something unreadable yet intense. Without another word, he shifted, one strong arm looping around your waist and tugging you toward him. The motion was quick, leaving you with barely a moment to react before you were guided into his lap, legs draping across him.

Your hands instinctively found his shoulders for balance as you tried to steady your breathing. His fingers pressed firmly against your lower back, pulling you even closer, and you could feel the warmth of his breath brushing your cheek.

Before you could process the straddling position you were in, his lips captured you with anger and hungry desire which you reciprocated with equal lust. You hands messily tangled with his hair while his large hands captured your ass, grounding you on his now hard length which very evidently poked against your thighs. His tongue licked you bottom lips, occassionally biting and earning a soft moan out of you. You lower half was busy grinding against his clothed hard legth while tugged his roots, urging him to keep going.

Ohh…if this is way he plan on teaching you a lesson, you would happily push his buttons, You thought as Jongho deepened the kiss, his tongue explored the deliciousness of your mouth while his his hips rolled beneath you, providing just the right amount you friction to satisfy the ache of your clothed dripping core.

The steamy kiss continued for a few more minutes as he guided you hips with more need, quickening your pace while drinking up all the pretty moans that left your lips. As you rubbed your core against him, you could feel the yourself just over the edge. You movement became needy as you broke the kiss and held him close while an intense release was ready to wash over you. Jongho smirked as he held you close while his hands mercilessly rocked your hips over his length.

“Jongho…ughhh…I am soo close” You whimpered as you nestled you head in the crook of his neck, you hot breath tingling his skin while he gently carassed your hair, “A little bit more baby” His voice soothed the release that was about the wash over you like a tidal wave when all of it abruptly stopped.

You were shocked and whimpered, deprived of an almost at the egde release when he meets your eyes, his hands off your hips, not grinding anymore as well, a devilish smirk danced on his lips.

“Jongho what the fu-” You whimpered as you hastily tried to pull his hands back to your hips. Only this time it did not work as he grabs your hands behind you while pulling you towards him, his hot breath fanned against your ears as he murmurs, “Told you honey, this is my lesson. I teach it how I want, Understood ?” He asked, a breathy low chuckle reached you. The reality hit you as recovered from the deprived release as you slightly nodded, meeting him in the eye.

“Words honey. Use your words” He demanded, tightening his grip around you hands, definite to leave finger marks.

“Yess Sir” you squeaked out.

“That’s like my little bunny” He replied, smiling but still having that authoritative look on his face which tells you he wasn’t done with you here. “Turn around for me, babygirl. Will you ?”

You obeyed, not wanting to be deprived of another release, especially as your body was now greedily craving one. You settled back on his lap, straddling him while your back rested against his chest. He worked on the zipper, and the dress smoothly slipped off your shoulders.

“You love it when I’m like this with you.” His mouth latched onto the skin of your neck as he covered it with kisses and bites, his large hands finding your breasts. He cupped them, kneading gently, while continuing his assault on your neck. His fingers pinched your nipples a little too hard, earning a yelp.

“Yes, Sir,” you managed, though words were getting harder to form as he grew more handsy, making you bite your bottom lip. Jolts of electricity coursed through your body as he alternated between pinching your nipples, circling them with his fingers, and then pinching again, a little harder. Your body trembled from the delicious pleasure his fingers alone could give, filling the car with soft, pretty moans.

Thankfully, no one was on the empty streets to witness the fun inside the BMW parked discreetly across the road. His tinted windows concealed you both from the world outside, while inside, your world was falling apart in his embrace.

Satisfied with playing with your breasts, his fingers slid down toward your aching core, leaving goosebumps wherever he touched. This wasn’t your first time, but it always felt like one—especially on nights like these when you riled him up a little too much. His fingers pinched your sensitive clit, sending a shudder through your body, before he rubbed at your wet opening. His other hand found your neck, fingers carefully wrapping around your throat as he whispered, “Looks like the lesson got a lot more intense, huh, babe?”

“Ahhh…Sir, I need… I need you right now. Please.” You begged, the release you were deprived of now paining you, and your aching core was proof. He kept the pace, gently rubbing your folds while his grip around your throat tightened, making your breath hitch. His finger slowly entered you, leaving you breathless all over again.

His thick fingers were a lot for your tiny opening, stretching you just enough to make you gasp, and a loud moan escaped your lips as he moved them deeper inside,while tears pricked in you eyes for how intense the whole experience was getting. His mouth was close to your ear, murmuring Look at you, falling apart so easily. Didn’t think you could be this desperate for me.” His voice was a mixture of mockery and heat, making you shiver as he continued, his grip on your throat holding you in place, exactly where he wanted, the pressure making each breath feel headier. Each movement of his fingers seemed to pull you further into an intense, heated haze that left you trembling.

Then, like icing on the cake, he added another thick finger, filling you completely as he increased his pace, each thrust measured and deliberate, each one pulling you closer to a tipping point while tears rolled off your cheeks at the intensity of the moment.Each of thrust precise and deliberate, leaving you even more breathless and whimpery with each passing second. “Next time, remember what happens when you test my patience.” His fingers moved in and out of you, building an overwhelming rhythm that left you breathless, the air thick with the sound of your soft, broken moans.

Your body couldn’t keep up with the overwhelming rhythm he’d set, a mess of broken moans filling the air as you struggled to hold back.Your teary eyes squeezed shut as your face turned toward him, nestling into the crook of his neck, your breaths growing deeper, more ragged. His grip held you steady as his pace intensified, pushing you closer and closer. The tension built to an exquisite peak, until your body finally gave in, trembling and unraveling completely around his fingers as you came undone in his embrace.

As the last tremors subsided, you felt his hold on you soften, his once-commanding grip now shifting into something more gentle, more comforting. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close against his chest as your breathing slowed, both of you basking in the calm that settled in the aftermath. His fingers gently traced along your back, a small but tender gesture that reminded you, after all this dominating play, that he was, after all, your sweet and hella protective boyfriend.

With a soft laugh, he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “So,” he murmured, a teasing glint in his eyes, “think you’ve learned your lesson?” His tone was lighthearted, affectionate— a contrast to his earlier intensity.

You couldn’t help but smile, feeling a warmth as you looked up at him. “Maybe,” you replied playfully, resting your head on his shoulder. “But I might need a few more reminders.”

He chuckled, his arms tightening around you as he let out a contented sigh. “Good thing,” he whispered, his voice full of warmth. “I’m not going anywhere, when I have so many problems to solve here.”

“Me being your favorite one” you chuckled and cringed at what you just said, while he laughed softly and held you. No one was moving or attempting to get inside the house.

~ ~ Chérie ☆ signin’ off

DISCLAIMER: This is totally fictional and not a real depiction of the ATEEZ members. It's all just for fun only so please don’t take anything seriously and keep the mood light around here.

© ShixCherie.

[pickledonyun]

𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙣𝙤𝙬, 𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡 - 𝘫𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘩𝘰

genre: sad... fluff? (please read the synopsis!)

pairing: gn death!reader x knight!yunho

warnings: mentions of death, blood, war. sort of major character death but also ghosts are a thing so it's not too sad I promise

summary: you are death, come to reap the soul of a pure-hearted knight. you're gentle with him as he goes.

word count: 748

a/n: this is the shortest piece I've ever written??? I didn't know how to describe the genre but my sister told me it was adorable so here's to that. it is inspired by the painting in the banner, but I have no idea whose work it is. if you do, let me know so I can credit them!! hope you enjoy xx

₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚

a warrior lays in the grass, his armor cold and still amidst a swaying sea of green and yellow and red. he is motionless as a stone, his body smeared with war. flowers stretch up towards the sky around him, desperate, drinking in all of that warm golden sunlight. there is silence aside from the wind and the cicadas. 

you know it; nectar and a bed of poppies for a tired knight.

you’ll paint it if the gods ever let you. 

“you can’t sit with him forever.” jongho says. “you’ll scare him. his soul will stay put if you do.”

“let it.” you respond, knees pulled to your chest. “let him rest a little while longer.” 

“you’re not very good at being death.” jongho observes. he’s not there, but his presence is. his voice. it wraps around you and ruffles your hair in the way that wind does. the way jongho does, because he is wind. 

you don’t bristle. Instead you let the soft breeze kiss your skin, let the cerulean sky settle on you. “so i’ve been told.” you say. your voice is quiet and gentle in the way that good deaths are. this boy, this knight was never made for war. you can see it in the air that surrounds him, the shimmer of energy. you reach forward, brush your fingertips across the knight’s armet, and then you tug it upwards. 

he is beautiful in his expiration. full face and thick eyelashes– rows of them that lay against his cheeks. he would look like he was sleeping if it were not for the unnatural blue color of his lips. an uncomfortable feeling tugs at your chest, right where your heart would be if you had one. 

“i did not want to take you at first,” you tell him, armet cradled in your lap, “but i think your heart is too good for war, and war gave me little choice.”

the knight’s hair shifts, falling delicately across his eyes, and you can almost see it– the faint apparition of jongho as he ruffles his fingers through the brunette tresses. jongho always does that to things he is fond of. 

“let him go.” jongho says.

you shake your head. this boy’s heart, which is pure and rare and precious, has known very little peace in its life. you will let him lie until his soul is ready to go on its own. 

it takes several hours for it to happen. the sun has dipped beneath the horizon, and the last of the light has given way to moondark. but he shimmers, blue and beautiful and made up of all the good things, all the pretty things. he is there but he is not, dressed up in a tunic and slacks, and you know that this version of him never saw battle.

“i did not think death would be patient.” he says, and his voice is gentle. soft. too good, you selfishly think, for life.

you–death– extend a hand. “come, yunho.” you say, “let me take you home.”

yunho’s fingers are warm when they brush yours. his ghost is warm as it was in life, and his skin returns slowly to its natural tone, the blue fading away beneath the light of the moon. “i want to say goodbye.” 

it never gets easier seeing someone bid their body farewell. yunho doesn’t let go of your hand as he ponders it, the breeze in his hair, the preternatural stillness of his diaphragm. “i thought i would feel scared, but…”

“death has no hold on those who can not know it.” you respond. 

yunho bows his head in reverence to his body, the very home of his soul for the past twenty four years of his life, and he thanks it. thank you, and i am sorry for not loving you more, he says, though you pretend not to hear it. 

you stay a while, and then yunho turns and he looks death in the eye. “I’m ready.” 

the afterlife welcomes yunho, gates flung wide, and there is celebration. 

“why are they celebrating?” yunho asks, tentative as a thousand or more souls reach for him. you recognize them, those good things-- a pirate and a healer and a widow and a cellist. they know him, though he does not know them. “i didn’t do anything to deserve it.”

“you were a good soldier.” you respond. 

 the confusion in his voice is tangible. “i never killed anyone.”

you just smile at him. 

[beenbaanbuun]

warm touches - choi jongho

words - 1.4 k

genre - smut, fluff

warnings - fingering (f receiving), praise, gendered language (good girl), dom!jongho if you squint

You’d almost zoned out completely when a warm chest pressed to your spine and familiar arms around your waist brought you back to reality. The smile that rose to your face was completely instinctual, seeming to make an appearance whenever Jongho was in your immediate vicinity.

The scent of the bacon crackling away in the pan seemed to have finally drawn him out of your plush bed sheets, guiding his sleepy form to where you were standing over the stove, spatula in hand.

“G’morning,” Jongho mumbled seconds before pressing a kiss to the exact spot where your crew neck met your shoulder. You couldn’t help but smile as he nuzzled his nose into your soft skin.

“Behave,” you jokingly warned him, “if I burn the bacon I’m going to blame it on you.”

“I’m not doing anything,” sleepiness seeped into his voice, his usually soft cadence dropping an octave. It fell over you like a warm blanket and you let yourself lean your body weight against him.

“Sure you're not, Jongho.”

You could feel the way he smiled into your neck, bared teeth brushing against you as soft laughter fell from his pretty lips. It was contagious, forcing a giggle from your own mouth.

“I’m really not,” he said, “it's you who can't keep your mind away from the gutter for more than two minutes.”

“The gutter?”

“Yes, the gutter.”

There was a familiar inflection in his tone. One that only ever came out when he wanted to rile you up.

“Well, I’m sorry that my boyfriend is mouthing my neck like he wants nothing more than to take me back to bed.”

He cackled at that, burying his face even further into your shoulder. You thought it was cute until you felt him nip at your skin with his canines. You jumped in surprise, eyes going wide. Jongho kept you pressed to his front.

“And would it be so bad if I did?”

His tongue smoothed over the mark his teeth had left and you couldn’t help but shudder.

“Now who has their mind in the gutter?” He just smiled. “I’m just trying to do something cute and make us breakfast and you’re over here trying to find your way into my pants.”

He hummed into your neck, pretending to be deep in thought.

“Well, actually,” he lay his hand flat against your stomach, “if I wanted to ‘find my way into your pants,’ I could just do this.”

His hand snaked lower, fingers dipping into the waistband of your sleep shorts. He halted for just a second or two, just to test the waters and see if you’d stop him.

You didn't.

Another kiss was pressed to your neck as his hand completely disappeared into your shorts. Wordless praise for letting him do what he wanted, you supposed. Not that you yourself didn't want it. You were just much too proud to admit that.

A soft gasp left you as a fingertip found its way to your clit, slowly circling it in a way that Jongho knew would drive you insane. It was just hard enough to bring you pleasure, but too soft to actually do anything. Too delicate to bring you anywhere close to a climax.

You put the spatula down as he began to nibble at your neck, alternating between sharp bites and soothing kisses. It made you dizzy, just how quickly he could switch from one to the other whilst still keeping the same pressure and pace with his fingers. Perhaps he’d just had enough practice with your body to know exactly what to do to get you worked up. To get you into that hazy state of mind where you’d do anything to be his good girl. Obedient and pliant and willing to let him please you.

“Ah-ah, baby,” he muttered, “we don't want the bacon to burn, do we?”

You shook your head.

“That's what I thought. Pick up the spatula.”

For all you cared, the bacon could burn to the point of it being nothing more than a pile of ash, and yet your fingers found themselves wrapped around the handle of the spatula embarrassingly quickly. A quiet ‘good girl’ was whispered in your ear as you did so. You hated the way you whimpered at his praise, but the both of you knew just how much you loved to hear it. You were his good girl, after all.

You tried so hard to focus on the bacon in the pan, pushing it from side to side while he toyed with your body. It was difficult to concentrate with the lazy patterns he was drawing on your sensitive bud, but you could power through. It wasn't too hard to desensitise yourself to the pit of pleasure that sat at the base of your pubis as your wrist guided the spatula around the pan.

But you would be a complete fool to think for even a second that Jongho wouldn't pick up on that. That the second he noticed you managing a little too well, he wouldn't change up the pace of his fingers, adding more and more pressure until you let out a soft moan and your knees began to buckle.

The other arm that he had kept wrapped around your waist kept you securely pressed against his chest as he continued with his ministrations. He let out a cockly chuckle into your neck as you whimpered.

“That's my gorgeous girl,” you could feel the pressure in your stomach building as he whispered the gentle words into your ear, “letting me play with you while you make us breakfast. You’re so good for me, aren’t you? Take such good care of me, don’t you?”

You nodded.

“Hm, even when you’re so close to the edge, you’re still cooking for me. Your pretty little hands are shaking, baby. Are you close?”

Again, you nodded.

“Oh, baby,” he cooed, “cum for me, my pretty girl. Want to make you feel good, hm? Take care of you the way you take care of me.”

And just like that, the ball of tension that had been building up within you was released. As his fingers worked you through it, you couldn't help but let your head tip back against his shoulder. Bliss overcame you and your hand on the spatula came to a stop as you let it. He didn’t comment on it though, letting you feel everything until finally, he pulled his fingers away from your core and out of your shorts.

You were still breathing heavily with your body leaning against his when that very same hand, fingers still sticky with your juices, joined your own on the handle of the spatula. Wordlessly, he helped you push the bacon around, flipping a piece or two whenever they needed it.

And when it was done, he plated it up. Each rasher of bacon was placed carefully onto the bread you’d buttered just moments before he made his appearance downstairs. He closed the sandwiches with one hand, the other never letting go of your waist even now that you were perfectly capable of standing on your own two feet.

“Hands,” he said, simply, as he lifted one of the plates up. You held them out to him, letting him pass it to you before picking up his own and shuffling the two of you over to the table. His plate was placed upon the table before he un-gracefully sat down in a chair, pulling you onto his lap barely a second later.

You let him manhandle you until you were sitting sideways on his lap, finally able to see his face. If he hadn't made you cum minutes prior, you would've said he looked almost innocent with his sleepy eyes and the bed-head he was sporting. There was no evidence of the dirty words he’d whispered in your ear or the bite marks he’d left upon your neck.

In fact, the only thing that managed to convince you that it wasn't all some deluded daydream was the way that his fingers glistened with your wetness as he lifted the bacon sandwich to his mouth. If the atmosphere hadn't so clearly shifted to one of domesticity, you might have taken those fingers in your mouth and cleaned them off for him.

Now, though, the idea seemed much too vulgar, and Jongho looked much too cute. Perhaps another time, you thought to yourself as you picked up your own sandwich and took a bite.

[woongisi]

Brand New God // Choi Jongho

sub!Choi Jongho x dom!fem!reader // SMUT

WC// 3.2k

Synopsis// Jongho was the perfect son in the eyes of the church. It was your mission to change that. Opportunity comes once he consumes you with a particularly sinful confession.

Warnings// blasphemy, corruption, angst for a bit, oral (male receiving), no protection (pls use it even for oral), improper use of confessional booths, dacryphilia if you squint

Author's Note// This has been a long time in the making. Hope my other religious trauma mfs enjoy it as much as I do. Title is an iDKHOW reference. ☺︎♡

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Jongho wasn't the preacher's son, but he may as well have been. Never late to mass, always helping the elders, scolding the children, the whole lot of it. Sung in the choir. Formerly an altar boy. The envy of every parent's eye.

He was always excited to see you even if he had to preface his greeting by asking why you missed mass yet again. Despite his general duties and all he was never much of an extrovert. You always felt the air of awkwardness that hung around him when he approached you. If anything gave away that he was happy to see you… it was his glossy eyes and trembling smile that he tried so hard to suppress.

Being the son every parent wanted had its perks but many downfalls in the end. Most of the other people your age had largely abandoned the strictness of their faiths. Many still kept their beliefs but no longer felt such pressure to be perfect. In turn, they tended to find Jongho annoying.

You, however? Something about him was cute. Just how nervous he was to speak to you. The deep blush that he tried to hide whenever he told you that you looked pretty. You told yourself you only really went to church out of obligation, but now you'd begun to think you were there for him more than anything. You knew he was perfect. You knew almost for a fact that he'd never touched anyone else or even himself. You'd love to ruin him but at the same time you'd accepted you'd never get to.

Right?

Something about today was different. Jongho's face was red the second he saw you, red before he'd so much as stood up to greet you.

“Miss! You look pretty as always.” He piped up and almost immediately turned to skitter away. Only stopping once you grabbed the sleeve of his shirt.

“Thank you, Jongho. Always the gentleman. You look quite handsome today yourself.” You smiled and ruffled his hair a bit. “You seem nervous. Are you alright? Are you sick?”

“N-no I’m ok!” Jongho avoided your gaze like his life depended on it. “Lying is a sin, Jongho, lying is a sin.” He whispered under his breath.

“What was that?”

“Ok, look! Can… Can I ask you something?”

“Anything you want, sweetheart.”

Jongho swore he'd just passed on. There was no way. No girl his age had ever called him that before… only the little old ladies.

“You- What- Ok, ok come on just follow me, alright?”

Jongho led you back to the confession booths. They were somewhat secluded, given the nature of their use. Standing with your back pressed against the wall, Jongho couldn't even hold eye contact as he stood sheepishly in front of you.

“I- Last night-” Jongho huffed and hid his face. “Stop looking at me like that!”

“Like what?” You smirked. “I'm not here to judge. It's just kinda cute seeing you so nervous.”

“Cute…? Anyway! Gosh! Last night I…” One glance at the low hem of your shirt had shut him down. “Never mind. It's ok! I don't wanna talk about it anymore.”

“Get in the goddamn booth.”

“W-What? First, don't use the Lord’s name in vain. Second… what?”

“Just pretend I'm the priest, k? You wouldn't lie to me, would you, Jongho?”

“This feels wrong, but… fine.”

Jongho sat in the booth and closed the curtains with trembling hands. He'd sat in this exact spot so many times and confessed to so many little sins. Little white lies, things that weren't even necessarily sins that he simply felt guilt for. This time he couldn't shake the anxiety.

Situated on the other half, you slid the small wooden door to the side to reveal the rectangular screen that kept you both apart.

“Right. Now tell me what's got you so bothered?”

Shame devoured Jongho from head to toe. He couldn't even believe he was sitting here letting you play priest. Why the hell was he doing this? Couldn't he just tell the actual priest when it was time for confession?

“Well, last night I had a dream.”

His voice has gotten low. You could tell he was trying hard not to stutter and could almost picture his eyebrows furrowed as he picked at his nails.

“I had a dream about a girl.”

“Mhm? What's odd about that?”

“She…” Jongho sighed. “She was touching me.”

“Like a hug?” You caught on to the fact it wasn't anything innocent in an instant but took any chance you could to hear Jongho confess. This was a once-in-a-lifetime experience after all.

“N-No. She was on her knees, she was dragging her nails along my thighs.”

“Ah, those thick thighs of yours? I see.”

Jongho chose to ignore that charged comment.

“She leaned down and put her mouth on my- uh- privates. And… why am I telling you this?!”

“Just relax. Let it out.”

“Ok…” The memories from the night before raced through the boy's brain. He felt like he might faint. “She bobbed her head up and down. Told me I looked handsome. Looked up at me with those shining eyes… didn't stop until I… you know.”

Jongho had slumped against the backboard of the booth, evident by the creaking. His hands nervously fidgeted with the hem of his striped wool sweater.

“She was just so beautiful, y/n… she looked like a dream.” A moment’s silence. “I mean I guess she was a dream. I just feel so filthy. I've never had a dream about that. I've never thought about someone like that. I've never even-”

You cut his rambling off. “Kissed someone? Touched yourself?”

“Both of those…” he murmured. “The worst thing about the dream is that we weren't married.”

“Jongho?”

“Yeah?”

“Was this girl me?”

“Yeah…” Jongho’s head hit the wall with a light thud.

The next thing he heard was shuffling, the cracks of old wood, and the curtain being shoved to the side.

“W-wait! I'm sorry… just… don't go.” He shot to sit straight up. “Forget what I said. Please, you're my only real friend.”

You swore you heard his voice crack at the end.

“The others our age aren't kind to me. I pretend it doesn't bother me and remember the Lord has a plan for me, but… you can only take so long of being surrounded by old people and little kids before you start to wonder what's wrong with you.”

He was undoubtedly crying now.

“You're probably already gone. Great job, Jongho, you ruined the only thing you had. Loser.”

Your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach. Unbelievable. He was what the kids wanted to grow up to be like, yet he had such a low opinion of himself?

He about jumped out of his skin once you pulled his curtain away just enough to look in at him. Though it hurt to see him like this, he did look gorgeous. His full cheeks were a rosy pink, his lashes clumped together by the big wet tears that rolled down his face. You hated how it turned you on. Just a bit.

“Y-you didn't leave?”

“Oh, Jongho…” You pouted and extended your hand out to him. “No, I wouldn't leave without a word. I wouldn't leave, period.”

When he took your hand into his you could tell his body was shaking. Though he moved to stand up, it didn't last long before he was dropped on his knees, hand still on yours. You found yourself following shortly behind.

Jongho was properly sobbing in every regard, chest heaving, his mouth babbling nonsense to beg you for forgiveness. You shook away his hand and knelt to one knee. Placing a hand upon his shoulder was the only act it took for his arms to reach around your waist and pull himself against you, his face buried in your neck, his hands gripping the fabric of your shirt like you were going to disappear.

“Jongho…”, You rubbed circles on his back. “Come on. Look at me.”

Jongho obliged with hesitation, still avoiding looking into your eyes. You, of course, followed his eyes.

“I'm no prude. You can't get rid of me that easily. I'm not going anywhere, sweetheart. I didn't know you felt so alone, but, honestly… words aren't enough right now.”

You leaned in and placed a kiss on Jongho’s cheek. It was salty, but his skin was smooth against your lips. He flinched in shock but once you pulled away, he found himself wanting more.

His voice was barely above a whisper. “Wait. Can you do that again? Please… this time on my-”

You didn't let him finish his sentence before swooping back in and taking his lips into your own. He gasped so sweetly into your mouth, he tasted like honey and hints of sweetened coffee. Undoubtedly his breakfast.

“Follow my lead, okay?” Jongho was quick to agree.

Based on watching him suck on his bottom lip when he was nervous, you'd figured they'd be soft. They were pillowy, warm, and tasted like vanilla chapstick. His large hand had a death grip on your wrist and you could tell he was riddled with anxiety.

“Jongho, fuck. You taste so good.” You sighed deeply back into the kiss. Jongho's returned advances were shy but undoubtedly needy. The kiss was broken only long enough for you to take his ear lobe gently in your mouth, exercising care not to catch on his studded earring.

Jongho flinched and whined before melting into your touch once more. His mind felt hazy, sluggish, but oh so happy. He’d never dreamed of feeling this way. He didn’t expect to feel any kind of sexual gratification until he was married… whenever that may have been. The guilt he felt for letting you go at his neck in the middle of his lifelong church was immense, but part of him found it unbelievably hot.

“Mmh, please,” Jongho’s hand rested on the back of your head. “Don’t stop.”

“You can touch me, honey.” You smirked and shimmied your jacket off your shoulders. “Wherever you want. I’m yours to explore.”

Jongho was nothing short of eager, with his hands starting to roam the shape of your body. Every stripe you licked down his neck and every sloppy kiss brought forth unholy noises from his throat. His warmly tinted skin blossomed in shades of purple and blue with your manipulation. You’d just have to give him some of your concealer.

“Jongho?”

“Yes, dear? His head slumped forward with a pant.

“Your dream. Wanna make that a reality?”

“What? Isn’t that a-”

“Sin? Mhm. If you don’t sin a bit then Jesus died for nothing.” You giggled. “Besides, it can’t get much worse than what we’re doing already.”

Jongho thought for only a moment before whining and nodding eagerly.

You removed yourself from Jongho and leapt to your feet. “Ok, well we shouldn’t do that right here on the floor. Come on, get back in the booth.”

Jongho leaned back against the wooden wall with his hands bracing himself on the railing.

“Gonna unbutton those pants, alright?” As usual, Jongho was outfitted in slim-fitting black dress pants and a white button-up, complete with a black tie. He truly did look stunning even if you’d never be able to get him to accept it.

Jongho inhaled deeply, watching your every move as you dropped to your knees and fumbled with the clasp of his belt. Undoing it, you waited a moment to fully pull his pants down.

“You’re hard, Jongie~.” You cooed and rubbed the back of his thigh. “Have you ever been hard before?”

“Not outside the ones you get through puberty… or when you're scared for a presentation… well, not until that dream.” One hand brushed your hair out of your face.

“Oh? Sweet boy. I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

Soon enough, Jongho had shrugged his neatly ironed slacks to the floor. Your intuition told you he’d be big… But fuck. He really was. His boxers weren’t tight-fitting in any regard, but the tent formed in them was considerable.

“Oh hell, Jongho! Seriously?! This is what you’ve been keeping from the world all this time.” You groaned and fidgeted with the rim of one of the legs of his boxers. You glanced up long enough to catch his deep brown eyes staring down intently. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you a bit antsy to be under his gaze like this.

“I got you, ok?” Jongho hummed nervously at your words.

Your hand moved across the form of his dick just enough to give him an idea of what to expect from this. The way he jolted was enough to let you know he enjoyed it. You rubbed your hand over him with a flat palm and relished in the girth you could already tell he possessed underneath the fabric.

“You’re so fucking big, damn, did you even realize that?” Jongho shook his head feverishly.

“N-no… am I really?” Jongho felt his heart skip a beat, his hand hovering over you.

You could feel his presence over you and grabbed his hand, moved it to your hair, and gave it a reassuring pat. His fingers scratched at your scalp as if on instinct, soothing himself to the feeling. Every movement of your palm sent electric shocks up his spine.

Deciding it was due time for more, you inquired as to whether you could remove his boxers… met with an overwhelming agreeance. His cock sprung from under the confines of his underwear, causing him to wince at the newly cold air. His length was nothing to laugh at, you’d be a fool not to note the considerable circumference and upward curve as well. He was unshaven as you expected with curly black-brown hair over the expanse of his balls and above the base of his dick. He had a rather prominent happy trail which, fittingly, made you incredibly happy. He was circumcised with the skin around the head a shade lighter than the rest. The tip glistened with pre-cum in the dim light. Jongho squirmed under your watch.

“I-is something wrong? Do you not want to anymore…?”

“I… I’m kind of in shock honestly. Your dick is almost as pretty as you… almost.”

Jongho whined and gripped your hair lightly in response. Your free hand caressed the expanse of his firm thighs, the other encasing the head of his dick.

“A-ah, careful!” Jongho resisted the need to buck his hips against your touch. “I-I’m sensitive. Really.”

You hummed in acknowledgment, gathered a considerable amount of drool in the space of your cheeks, and let it run down onto him. The warm sensation melted the boy’s mind. You gave him a few languid strokes to spread the makeshift lube along the length of his shaft. Using three fingers, you rubbed a deliberate line up the prominent vein situated on the underside of his cock. Jongho’s labored breathing filled the confined space with need.

“Such a pretty thing, you are.” You purred and left a quick peck just below Jongho’s navel. “Such a needy boy.” Your movements matched up with your strokes and fondles.

“Feels good, doesn’t it? Don’t worry about replying, babe. Just listen to me.”

Jongho stroked your cheek with trembling hands. “You’re so beautiful.” His words almost carried a pout and made your heart melt. They felt sincere. Like you could trust them. He meant it outside the heat of the moment.

You met Jongho’s gaze tenderly. “So, you meant it all those times, didn’t you? All the times you greeted me before mass?”

Jongho’s voice was velvety smooth in his response. “Of course I did. Even besides lying being a sin… I’ve always thought so from the first time I saw you. Always…”

“Oh, Jongho… Jongho by the time I’m done with you, you’re only going to want to worship to me.”

Feeling you’d worked him up enough by now, you took his cock into your mouth, giving him time to adjust to the new feeling. You hollowed your cheeks and sunk your head further down around him, embracing the struggle once his length hit the back of your throat. Your gag panicked Jongho, urging him to nervously make sure you’re okay. You lent him a reassuring rub to his thigh, taking his cock back into your mouth with a hum.

Jongho’s grip on your hair tightened in congruence with his loudening moans. He felt as if he might die. He felt he might’ve already died because could heaven be any better than his current situation? He wasn’t so sure anymore.

“Feels so good, y/n, so good.” Jongho’s voice broke toward the end of his statement. You took into consideration how he wasn't used to this, planning every ministration carefully to ensure he enjoyed each moment that he lasted.

Introducing a hand to the mix, you wrapped your hand firmly around the base of his cock. This gave you a bit of stability in leverage so that you could swirl your tongue all over. Around the tip, tease the slit of his head, gently over the thin band of skin below it. You pulled back from his cock with a pop to catch your breath.

“Doing ok, Jongho?” You sighed and rested your cheek against his thigh for a moment.

His head was thrown back to rest against the wood of the booth, forehead damp with sweat. He granted you a thumbs up which you found incredibly in character.

“Cum whenever you're ready, alright? Just let me know.” You lowered yourself down a bit further in order to take one of his balls into your mouth. With one hand twisting and tugging at his cock, you knew he wouldn't take much longer to bust. It seemed you were right, whimpers filling the space around the two of you.

“Close-” Jongho groaned and desperately reached for your hand that was grasping at his toned thighs. You accept his advance, intertwining your fingers with his and squeezing reassuringly. His nails digging into the skin of your hand and his breath fully catching in his throat was the last sign you needed.

Swiftly, your mouth sank back around Jongho just in time for his climax. White hot cum coated the inside of your mouth, plenty of it, that had undoubtedly been waiting since his dream. You wondered briefly how uncomfortable it was for his balls to have been so full. Once Jongho came back down to reality enough, the gravity of what you'd done set in on him.

“You… you swallowed it?!” He gasped, shocked that was even a possibility.

“Mm,” You popped off of his length and shook your head. Opening your mouth wide so he could see his load pooling on your tongue, you made a show of swallowing every last drop. “Now I did.”

After a moment of silence Jongho cocked his head to the side. “Does it, uh, taste good?”

“Only because it's yours.”

Helping Jongho clean up with tissues you kept in your purse, you let him buckle his belt and help you to your feet.

“Don't you want anything in return?”

“Only for you to be mine and only mine.”

“O-Oh, I can do that. But what about your…?”

“Let's wait ‘til mass actually ends. They're gonna wonder where we've been. Come on, Jjongie.”

Anticipation shivered up his spine, taking your hand into his own to lead you to the doorway that opened to the main hall of the church.

Jongho took the initiative to kiss you tenderly. “I'll make up some excuse on the spot.”

“Deal.”

[kimbappykidding]

Imagine your kpop group and Ateez uniting to try and get you and Jongho together

Your group had been telling you that you were perfect for Jongho for ages and Ateez had been doing the same for him. They claimed you were both incredibly similar and had lots of similar interests. You didn't doubt them but you were stubborn and so the more they pushed the more they resisted...and so did Jongho. Your groups worked for the same company and got to see each other a lot so the teasing happened often. Basically, anytime your groups got together it would come up like tonight. Your groups were going a summer collaboration and today was the official pitch from the staff. Your groups were let into the room at the same time and you went to take a seat when Seongkwa paused "wait, shouldn't the babies sit together?". "Yeah so they have someone to talk to!" your member echoed. You and Jongho immediately started pouting but they pushed you both together and San burst out laughing "oh my god they're even dressed the same and you realised you were. You were both wearing a black shirt, black jeans, boots and an aviator jacket. Your members were practically rolling around on the floor while you both sighed. Sometimes you did think it was far too easy for them. Not only were you and Jongho the same age, but you were also both the maknaes in your group and were strong and mature for your age. Like Jongho you could also break fruit with your hands and went on a show with Everglow's Aisha and Dreamcatcher's Siyeon to showcase your talent. You both had quite an impressive cool look and had similar personalities. Not to mention you were powerful vocalists who could sing the house down. So you did get why they teased you so much but that didn't stop it from being annoying. "It's a popular jacket right now" Jongho said crossing his arms and then stopped when he realised you also had your arms crossed which made them all laugh even more. Finally, the management appeared saving you from any further harassment and explained the concept. They basically wanted you to both do a medley of your songs but against one another is a sing-off. So your group would perform one song and Ateez would respond with one of their own songs and it would keep going like that. You realised immediately as the main vocalist of your group, you and Jongho would probably be going head to head a few times and waited for your group to realise that. It took them a while but they did. "Wait so does that mean the vocalists will be the ones interacting?" one of your members asked. The staff misunderstood her "they will be but the dancers and rappers will also get to interact". "But we'll be interacting with the version of us on the other team right?" she asked with a smile and everyone else got it and waited for your manager's response. She nodded "yes that's how it will work" and everyone exploded. "So cute!" Mingi said while one of your members claimed the chemistry and vocals would be amazing. "Oh my god it's going to be a battle between lovers!" San cried. "We're not lovers!" you and Jongho said at the same time which made them all go crazy and even the manager smiled.

The members were all too hyper to make any more decisions so the staff let you finish early and you all headed out to the restaurant across the street. You and Jongho purposefully sat at opposite ends of the table but somehow kept catching each other's eye. You also ordered very similar meals, you picked the crab noodle soup and Jongho selected the crab ramen. You even went to the bathroom at the same time and sighed as you did it. Jongho went to sit back down but you shook your head trying to tell him it was okay and you'd wait but he gestured for you to go. So you went and as you came out of the bathroom whom did you walk into but Jongho? You both winced and Jongho shook his head. "Sorry" you offered but Jongho's eyes widened "no I wasn't shaking my head at you! Just how the universe seems to love throwing us together". You smiled "yeah it does, doesn't it". Jongho nodded "that and our members". "Yeah I'm sorry about mine" you said and Jongho nodded "me too, I keep thinking if we ignore them they'll leave us alone but it's been how long now?". "Nearly 3 years" you said and Jongho's eye widened again. "Wow" he said "and I think this is the longest conversation we've ever had". You went to deny that when you realised he was right "shit yeah...that sucks". Jongho nodded "yeah but what can we do". You nodded unsure what else to say and gestured back through the doorway "I'm gonna head back to the table before they get suspicious". Jongho nodded "good idea" and you parted ways. As it sunk in that was indeed the longest you'd ever spoken to one another it hit you how sad that was. Jongho was nice and from what you'd heard of him a pretty good person. So you pretended you'd forgotten something in the toilet and headed back. You waited for Jongho and he jumped when he saw you "Y/n? Are you okay?". "No, I mean yes I'm fine but I just thought. What if we've been playing this all wrong?". "With our members?" Jongho asked and you nodded "maybe we shouldn't ignore one another and just show them there's nothing going on. That we can be just friends". Jongho nodded "so what we'd talk to one another and interact?". You nodded "and sure they might make a big deal out of it at first but over time they'll see it as normal and stop teasing us". Jongho agreed "okay yeah that sounds like a good idea, so should we walk back to the table together as our first act?". You smiled at how he said that and nodded "yep" and set off together. When you turned the corner so all your members could see you, there was a slight gasp and all the heads turned but you pretended like you didn't notice and chatted about your weekend plans. Then you said bye to Jongho and went back to your seat. You looked up at your members and shrugged "what?". Jongho got a similar response. "Dude! You were with Y/n!" Mingi said and Jongho got the feeling you were totally right about this. Jongho nodded "yes, groundbreaking that we know each other". "But you two never talk" Yunho pointed out and he shrugged "well why not? We're coworkers and can make polite conversation for the minute walk from the bathroom. It's not a big deal so can somebody pass me the sauce?". Yeosang passed it to him and they all realised they weren't going to get the reaction they wanted so changed the subject. Jongho looked up and caught your eye, he smiled. After that, the two of you slowly but surely started interacting more. It was awkward at first because you'd never spoken to one another and there was still a lot of expectation there of course but you managed to overcome it and became friends. Which was good because you really liked Jongho! You were very similar and had lots of shared interests. He was chill and relaxed but could also be cheeky and fun. You liked how easygoing he was but also liked his competitive side. It didn't take long for you to start comparing workout schedules. One of the things you and Jongho bonded over pretty quickly was your love of exercising. You had similar workout routines and dedication to fitness so you started going to the gym together...which brought out your competitiveness. You were both athletes at heart and so began competing with one another. Jongho was stronger than you but you were faster and had better endurance. So you'd casually suggest you go for a run and feel a sense of triumph when he started to cool down after half an hour and you were still going. Similarly, Jongho would ask you to spot him when he was doing weight to show off and you'd up your own weights to try and keep up with him. You both knew what was going on but neither of you mentioned it and pretended there was no competition afoot. It was actually quite fun, you both liked being challenged and the other was pushing you...but an unexpected problem arose. You actually found it quite hot. You loved how Jongho wasn't intimidated by how strong or athletic you were or that you could go toe to toe with him. He actually loved it and found it very attractive about you. So your gym visits had become more and more charged with an increase in flirting and more checking each other out. It was rather annoying because you wanted to beat Jongho so badly but kept getting distracted by how amazing his arms looked or pondering how someone could look wonderful covered in sweat. You were currently watching Jongho wondering if you would call him gleaming or shimmering when he called your name "Y/n how many was that? I feel like I've done tons". You blinked "what?". "How many reps was that". You paused "I erm lost count sorry, my mind wandered". Jongho grinned "to what? You just don't want to admit I just did 30 reps!". "There was no way that was 30!" you cried and the two of you jokingly bickered and you realised you'd never noticed how beautiful Jongho's smile was. Your mind wandered again and you missed what Jongho had said. "Sorry?" you asked and Jongho smirked "wow you really were telling the truth! I actually saw your eyes go all unfocused as you space out, what's been distracting you so much lately". You immediately went pink and began to babble about work but Jongho seemed to get that because he also blushed too. "Should we finish for the day?" he asked and you nodded.

You walked home together because another thing you had in common in you lived in buildings next to one another. On the way home Wooyoung called Jongho. Jongho's volume was quite loud and as they were talking you heard Wooyoung ask where Jongho was. "I'm coming home from the gym" he said and then told you, you'd have to walk another way because the bridge was closed. "Who was that?" Wooyoung asked and Jongho paused "Y/n, we work out together". "Ahhh another gym date!" Wooyoung cried "when are you two just gonna start fu..." he started when Jongho hung up. "Bad connection" Jongho said pretending he'd lost him and you nodded acting like you hadn't heard but once again you were blushing. You parted at your opposite building blocks and Jongho waved goodbye to you, promising to see you in rehearsal tomorrow.

In hindsight, with your growing crush on Jongho, you should've stayed away from him but you didn't want to. Between work, exercising and the occasional socialising you saw Jongho nearly every day and were soon becoming a duo. You got mistaken for a couple a lot and everyone at the gym assumed you were dating and of course, there were the members too. Your plan was kind of working and kind of wasn't. Half of Ateez had backed off figuring there was no more fun teasing you because you were friends, that was Yeosang, Mingi and Seonghwa. However the other half, San, Wooyoung, Yunho and Hongjoong, just amped up their teasing and used your new friendship as more motivation to tease you. When you walked in the next day San waved to you "so how was the gym date with Jongho? Did the two of you get all sweaty together?". You shook your head trying not to blush "stop, we did but not like that". "Yeah you should come with us sometime San. We don't just work out to look good and would cream you" Jongho said coming over. You nodded "yeah pretty boy why don't you join us after work". San smiled "It's so cute that you're now a little duo, like a cuter batman and robin". "Which one's batman?" Seonghwa asked overhearing and at the same time you and Jongho both said "me" making the Ateez members laugh. "You're just too perfect for one another!" San called wrapping an arm around Jongho who shrugged him off easily. With your summer performance on the horizon, you were now getting stuck into the choreography and figuring out how you'd all be situated on stage. It started out pretty separate. Ateez would start and then you'd "crash" their performance. You'd both sing your latest songs to promote them and then start going into your classics. Then you'd start merging more and songs that went well together would be sung at the same time. Your main dancers would face San and Yunho and then the rappers would do the same until it was time for you and Jongho to have a vocal battle. They'd purposefully picked ballads and the idea was for you to just sing to one another. Jongho would do a line of his song then you'd do a line of your song and back to Jongho, continuing until you hit your high notes. Then after that was the fun part where you'd both sing each other's songs before finishing with an Exo song. You and your members were huge Exo fans so you were super excited. "Jongho you will sing Chen's line and Y/n you will sing Baekhyun's line" the manager said and several of your members laughed making the boys pause and you blush. "What?" the Ateez boys asked and you hit them insisting it was nothing. "No what is it?" Yunho asked grinning "Y/n?". "Y/n has a thing for Baekhyun!" your fake maknae cried and you leapt on her. "You traitor!" you cried hitting her and the Ateez guys all laughed...except one. Jongho. "Ohhhh she has a crush on Baekhyun!" Hongjoong said and Wooyoung shrugged "who doesn't?". Seonghwa shrugged "he is extremely talented, all of Exo are". "It's not just that, she thinks he's hot" one of your members explained and the others nodded "she always freaks out if we're anywhere near Exo at award shows". "Stop it!" you cried "it's not that bad! I just had a crush on Baekhyun when I was a trainee and I still get that panicked feeling when I see him sometimes but I'm not still into him". The guys all nodded but didn't stop smiling because you'd pretty much directed that right at Jongho. Jongho looked down when you met his eye but it did put him at ease. He'd had crushes on older idols too so he told himself that was all this was...and then also reminded himself he wasn't meant to care anyway. He wasn't supposed to have a crush on you and he realised he'd well and truly lost that battle. The performance was only a week away so your groups were together pretty much all the time and it was nice because you all got on well. You'd all eat together and started a group chat. You got to know the quieter members like Yeosang and Mingi and truly all got to bond and become friends. You and Jongho spent a lot of time together coordinating and practising the vocals. You'd been nervous at first to sing in front of such a good singer like Jongho but actually came to love it. He was a very good duet partner and it was singing with someone who could match your range. You hit a high note in your song and paused as Jongho stared at you, missing his own cue. "What? Was that not right?" you asked but he shook his head "no it was amazing! So much so I was just a little stunned". You blushed "I...thank you" but Jongho didn't look away "you're welcome. You're very talented Y/n". You were now bright red but met Jongho's eyes "thank you, I'm really glad we're getting the opportunity to perform together". Jongho smiled "me too" and then the track started from the beginning and you both got ready. Before you knew it the night was here and after wishing each other good luck your group and Ateez retreated to their dressing rooms to get ready and then you were on the wings across from one another. Jongho's eyes widened as he saw your outfit and Wooyoung burst out laughing. "You can pretend you don't fancy her all you like but your face cannot lie!" Wooyoung cried and the guys grinned seeing Jongho blush. He was so flustered he didn't know what to do so he just shrugged. "So you admit it?" San asked and Jongho shook his head "I....she just looks really nice". The guys all awed as Jongho blushed even more. "For what it's worth she totally likes you too" Seonghwa said and Jongho looked up "you think?". Yeosang nodded "yeah, I've watched her around you and she totally does". That made Jongho feel on top of the world and he grinned "let's smash this performance!" and ran to get into position. You didn't see Jongho until you were out on stage but you didn't get much time to process how great he looked...or how you'd been dressed in similar styles. Apparently the stylists were in on the running joke or they'd just realised the two of you had similar styles but whatever it was, your outfits matches one another perfectly. On your cue, you strut in the middle of Ateez's performance and "crashed" their song making the fans go wild because this hadn't been leaked at all. Your leaders pretended to start arguing and then your member proposed a battle and all the fans screamed. You kicked it off first with one of your songs and then Ateez jumped in and did their's. Then you jumped back in doing one of your hotter songs and the boys all pretended to be shocked by your saucy choreo. They then retaliated by doing one of their hot songs and you all pretended to not be bothered but watching Jongho in that outfit doing that dance did make you falter. Then it was the dance battles and your girls did amazing. They knew San would explode on the stage so they did and San grinned realising they'd purposefully been toning it down in rehearsal. This might just be for fun but your group were treating it like a battle. The dancing intensity picked up and then it switched to the rappers who engaged in some rapid back and forth until everything went silent and they panned to you and Jongho alone in spotlights beside one another. You began singing first and the stadium was silent. You got goosebumps when Jongho joined you and were amazed at how your voices complimented one another. You couldn't see anything because of the bright lights but it may as well have just been you and Jongho in the room together. You were focused on him and the energy of the place was amazing. You both reached your highest notes and sang them together and the crowd finally all screamed and broke into applause. You both held the notes and at the same time broke away, it went better than it ever had been in rehearsal and Jongho grabbed your arm in the darkness. "That was amazing" he told you and you nodded rushing to get back into your next position. You performed each other's favourite songs before you got to the Exo one. That's when everyone cut loose and all the planning went out the window. Your dancers went crazy performing moves on stage you'd never seen them do. Ateez responded and then even the none dancers got involved. Everyone began doing the Exo choreography and Jongho shot you a look because this wasn't planned. You just grinned and shrugged and joined in. Jongho followed your lead and you sang the chorus together. The final note was meant to be Jongho's but you joined in and he smiled as he realised you were challenging him. You both held it for as long as you could and then you poked Jongho in the side making him break off. Your group all cheered as they determined that made you the winners and everyone was laughing. You ended with another popular Korean song and then all bowed and the stage went dark. Your groups rushed off together and exploded. "That was so good!" Hongjoong cried and your leader nodded "amazing! We've never performed like that". "Us either" Yunho said and you all gushed over one another, compliments flying everywhere. You caught Jongho's eye and smiled "so I think I won". He grinned "you cheated you poked me!". "Guess we'll have to have a rematch then?" you asked and he nodded "definitely". Jongho went to speak again when Hongjoong cried "okay everyone drinks are on me let's go!" and all your members rushed outside to the cars. You and Jongho looked at one another before hurrying after them. When you arrived Wooyoung talked the staff into giving you the best table and Hongjoong paid for the round and opened a tab for you all. So the boys were pretty serious about celebrating but so were you guys. You'd all worked incredibly hard and formed good friendships so it quickly turned into a fun night. This collaboration gave you so much confidence and as you passed other idols they congratulated you all on your performance, complimenting your voice and you smiled back thanking them. "You seem really happy" one of your members remarked and you smiled "I feel happy, tonight was one of the first nights where I went out there and just performed. I didn't think about what the fans or critics might say or what I should or shouldn't do...I just lived and it was so liberating!". "Okay how much has she had to drink?" one of your members joked and you blushed before the others shushed her. "Don't listen to her Y/n I think it's sweet". The others all agreed and one of them smiled "and I know it doesn't matter but for what it's worth the fans all loved it, especially your friendship with Jongho". "They did?" you asked and your member nodded passing you her phone. You scrolled through many posts on Twitter praising the two of you and many people enjoying your interaction. "Y/n and Jongho's friendship gives me life" one person wrote. "So cute seeing Jongho and Y/n together, love it when the maknaes team up". "The way Jongho looked at Y/n when she started singing with him was so cute, anyone smell a romance?". "I don't care if they're just friends or more their relationship is perfect!". You read all the comments and watched the video back of the two of you together and smiled. "That is so cute" you commented and the others nodded. "I have to say...you and Jongho are really good together in whatever way and we're sorry if we ever tried to force anything" your leader said and the girls all echoed that apologising. You shook your head "it's okay! We're friends now and it didn't ruin anything so all is forgiven!". "In that case another round of drinks on Hongjoong!" one of the girls cried and you all began placing your order. When you returned to the table you slipped into your seat between Yunho and San. "Ohh what did you get?" San asked and you told him the beer name. "You could order anything and you order a beer?" San asked. You shrugged "it's what I like to drink, I think it tastes better than cocktails" pointing to San's fancy one and he gasped. Jongho however laughed "you're totally right Y/n!" and you smiled at him. San shook his head "I can't believe you two! I need another cocktail just to process what you said" and he disappeared. Jongho moved up and took his space and when you looked at him he shrugged "what? The chair I'm on isn't comfy" and he joined you on the bench. "So...earlier you said something about a rematch?" Jongho asked and you smiled "yeah, anytime anyplace!". Jongho grinned "okay you free Monday lunchtime?". You nodded "I'm there!" and Jongho smiled. "You know whoever loses should have a punishment". Jongho nodded "of course, what are you thinking?". "How about they have to buy the other person dinner?". "Dinner?" Jongho asked and you nodded trying not to blush "yeah like we can go out to a restaurant and whoever loses has the pay? Or something else if you don't want to do that" but Jongho shook his head. "No dinner is...dinner is fine" he said as his voice broke. "Good" you said smiling and blushing slightly and Jongho smiled back "okay" also blushing. You were both so focused on trying not to blush that you didn't realise who was approaching you until he was right in front of you. You looked up when a shadow passed over you to see Exo's Baekhyun right in front of you. Jongho's eyes immediately went to you and he saw you pause. Your eyes went big and you jumped a little. "Hi" Baekhyun said "I just wanted to say well done to both of you! You killed the song". Jongho smiled and looked at you where for once you were struggling to speak. "Wow you have no idea how much that means to me. I've idolised you since I was a trainee" you said finally re-covering the ability. Baekhyun smiled "aww really? That's so sweet thank you". "She was really excited when she got your lines" Jongho said and Baekhyun chuckled "I'm so flattered, you'll have to let me buy you a drink to say thank you". “Really? Sure” you nodded and asked Jongho if he wanted to come too but he said no. He watched you go with a heavy heart but there was no way he was going to stand in the way of you and your dream guy. 

Jongho couldn’t help but watch the two of you chatting and saw you exchanging numbers passing your phones to one another. He had hoped you might just remain friends with Baekhyun but the man was charismatic and successful and you were talented and gorgeous. It was bound to happen...so that’s why he was so surprised when you returned to your seat beside him half an hour later. 

“Hi” you said popping up next to him and Jongho blinked “I thought you went with Baekhyun?”. “Yeah just for one drink” you smiled. “but I...you like him, he’s your dream guy” Jongho said confused “please don’t feel like you have to be polite and come back to us”. You shook your head “Baekhyun might’ve been my dream guy once but that was a while ago. I know I didn’t have to leave him but I wanted to come back here...with you". Jongho blushed "thank you" and you smiled "you don't have to thank me". Jongho nodded "I know but I'm pleased you want to stay here with me, I enjoy spending time with you". You nodded "I do too, it's kind of annoying in a way because all our members were right" you said looking to the dance floor where a group of them were assembled. "In what way?" Jongho asked carefully and you looked down "in that we're very similar and do get along well. I know originally the plan was to do this just to shut them up but we've accidentally proven them right". Jongho shrugged "yeah but I think I'd rather than then us realising we hate each other and proving the wrong". You nodded "yeah I could never imagine hating you" and Jongho smiled "me either, you're actually the person I talk to most after the guys and that's only because I live with them". You chuckled "yeah you too! I've gotten so much fitter because I'm with you at the gym so much". Jongho shook his head "I can't take credit for that, you were plenty healthy before me". You smiled "true and I am still stronger than you" prompting some outrage from Jongho and you both bickered playfully for a while before calling a ceasefire.

You chatted again about other things before the members pulled you up to dance. You and Jongho weren't huge dancers but stayed for a few songs to appease them. You could see Jongho's dance battery was running out so made a gesture to go outside and he nodded immediately coming over to you. He lightly grabbed your arm and steered you towards the door "just go or they'll never let us leave" and laughing you stepped outside. The night air was so clean and crisp, you inhaled a nice deep breath before lapsing into a comfortable conversation. You'd just finished explaining what you wanted all your pets to be called when silence settled. You figured Jongho found your in-depth naming too tiresome half drunk but you were wrong. "Y/n?" Jongho asked and you turned towards him to see his staring at you. By the look on his face, you guessed what he wanted to do and wanted it to happen so you smiled "yes?". "I think our members were right about everything" he said and kissed you. You kissed him back wrapping your arms around his neck and Jongho pulled you closer. "Yeah I think they were" you agreed before kissing him again. You pulled away a little while later but both stayed close together. "I like you Y/n" he said and you blushed "I like you too Jongho". He beamed before adding "and not just now, I've liked you for a while". "Oh god we really are the same because same!" you cried and Jongho grinned "really?". You nodded "but can I ask, if you liked me, then why did you resist your members pushing us together so much?" you asked. Jongho shrugged "based on your reaction I thought you didn't like me". "I thought that about you!" you cried and Jongho laughed shaking his head "so basically our members tried desperately to get us together and yet are the main reason we're not a couple?". You nodded "yep which is ironic but not unsurprising". "Not at all" Jongho agreed before he paused "so would you like to go out sometime? I was going to wait for you to lose on Monday but want to take you out either way". You shot him a look and gently prodded him "big words and we'll see how true they are on Monday...but yes I'd love to go out with you". Jongho grinned his gorgeous gummy smile and blushed which made you melt. You were both just staring at one another enjoying the moment when your members caught you. "What the fuck?" you heard Hongjoong say and turned to see all your members standing in the doorway. "We're you two just..." one of your members asked when Seonghwa smirked "you were weren't you?". Jongho and yourself hesitated which was all the time in the world they needed to explode and tease you. "I knew it!" San cried while Wooyoung teased the two of you. Mingi smiled bashfully and Yeosang nodded saying quietly "you're cute together". "Okay everyone shut up!" Jongho yelled "Y/n and I don't have to answer any of your questions, leave us alone". "Yeah you do we're not going all night without an answer" Wooyoung said and Jongho looked at you and you got the same idea. "Run!" you called and dragged Jongho away from them. They gave chase but you and jongho were the fittest members of the group and kept going long after the others had stopped. You were holding hands. laughing and feeling like complete idiots but also so invigorated and alive! You stopped and sat down on a bench outside a shop that was closed. Jongho sat close to you and you turned to look at him. "That so so stupid and fun" you smiled and Jongho nodded "it was perfect! I don't want to share this with anyone" he said taking your hand and you melted into one another. "What time is it?" Jongho asked and you told him it was 4 am. "The sun will be up soon, wanna watch it?" he asked and you nodded walking down to the lake which wasn't far away. You stood side by side as the first rays appeared and watched the sunrise in each other's company. The two of you hadn't realised tonight was your first date but it ended up being the best one ever.

[solaris-amethyst]

💫Where did you go?💫

✨Pairing: Jongho x gn!reader ✨Prompt: You both loose each other in Ikea ✨Word count: 1.1k ✨Genre: fluff, best friends, non idol au ☀️Authors note: What did you guys think? Do leave a comment or something if you enjoyed it❣️ I love walking into smaller Ikeas since you can find your way around in them but in the bigger ones I always end up lost in. That's kinda what spurred my idea for this prompt😅 also lets pretend Ikea have plushies like aniteez for the sake of this one shot lol

You and Jongho had finally arrived at Ikea ready to buy the things necessary for the place you two were renting. You were looking for things like blankets, pillows, tableware, plants, lamps and honestly anything that might catch your eyes, like nice looking candles etc. Jongho had grabbed a big cart as the two of you entered the building.

"Should we buy our hot dogs and ice cream now or do we do that after we've bought everything as a little treat for ourselves?" you asked Jongho while looking towards the food area that were infront of the cash registers.

"After, it can be our treat kinda like a well done you two!" He said also looking towards the food area. You both had heard they had lowered the price of the hot dogs and the ice cream this week and knew you had to exploit that while shopping.

"Yeah that makes sense. Who wouldn't want a little treat after we've done some serious shopping for our apartment?" you nodded in agreement while taking out the list the two of you had made of what was needed. You also took out your phone which had the Ikea app in it, ready scan every item the two of you decided on.

"So where are we going to first?" He asked glancing down at the paper to try and figure out what would be closest in the maze that was this Ikea store.

"Shall we see if we can find some blankets and pillows first? I think they're the first things we'll encounter according to this map if I understood it correctly." You point to the map not entirely sure if it was right but Jongho just nodded thinking it must be correct and in the two of you went.

At first it went great, the two of you found some soft and nice blankets that went straight into the cart once Jongho had felt how soft they were. He had insisted that the two of you needed them and that you were to put away the blanket you suggested immediately which had made you laugh because of how serious he was about the blankets.

The pillow hunts for your sofa also went surprisingly well, you both had agreed on buying two, one in green and one in a beige color which would go well with your light brown sofa. It started to go down hill when the two of you entered the kitchen area for the tableware you needed.

"Okay how many forks and spoons can a person need?!" Jongho said while looking at the ridiculously big cutlery set holding it up towards you with a grunt.

"It's heavy as well... we are not getting this one!" He said with a grimace while setting it back down.

"Perhaps we can find cutlery like second hand or something?? I don't think we currently need twenty of every cutlery." You confessed while looking over another set and just as you turned towards Jongho the small bag you had bumped into some plates causing them to start falling down. Both you and Jongho let out loud shouts of surprise diving for the plates, luckily you both managed to catch them but with the speed you both dove down you ended up head butting each other.

"Ow ow ow my head." you groaned holding your head gently with one hand.

"You better put your bag in the cart before you cause another disaster." He said with a light pout also holding his head. You two were quick to put the plates away and putting your bag away. Then there was a quick decisions on plates and mugs before you both hurried, sprinting slightly towards the plant section to choose houseplants instead.

While you were looking at some of the plants you failed to notice Jongho wandering off to look at something else while leaving the cart with you. It wasn't until you had ended up where the lamps where after you had filled your cart with flowers and plants that you noticed Jongho was no longer with you.

"Hey Jongho what do you think about this lamp?" You asked turning around only to find that he was gone.

"Jongho?"

You looked around, calling his name hoping he would answer you but no answer came which prompted you to take out your phone and call him immediately.

"Y/n?"

"Finally!! Where are you?! I swear you were just beside me and now you aren't!"

"Well... I'm not really sure where I am at the moment, I mean I could be in Narnia for all I know!" He exclaimed as the two of you went back and forth.

"Seriously? Narnia? What did you find a wardrobe you decided to enter?" You questioned with a huff

"Ugh couldn't you have at least joined in on my joke?" you could hear the pout in his voice at this point as he continued. "I'm where the mirrors are! A few minutes ago I was where the stuffed animals are and found the perfect companion I need to bring home!" he said while looking down at the little teddy bear he had picked up.

"You found a plushie?"

"I did! I'll send you a picture after this! But where are you? I'll come find you."

"I'm in the lamp section. We got everything but a lamp and then were done." You told him and after that the two of you ended the call with Jongho stating hed come to you. While you waited your phone lit up with a message from Jongho, opening said message you saw a very cute picture of Jongho posing with his little teddy bear infront of a mirror doing a little pout. You sent away a little cuties💓 to him before putting your phone away again, it took no longer than five minutes for him to find you.

"Next time at least tell me when you're wandering off! I continued to talk to you while I was shopping!" You told him giving him a playful glare.

"Yeah, yeah sorry bout that! But I got a cute little bear that looks like me because I left you so win-win situation for me." He chuckles as you roll your eyes at his words. He approved of the lamp you had chosen and that's when you two quickly went and paid for everything through the Ikea app and went out to the food area for some hot dogs and ice cream.

"This ice cream tastes so good since it was almost free with how little it costs." You said while enjoying your ice cream with your choice of toppings. Jongho nodding along whilst focusing on his own ice cream before looking at all the bags you had acquired.

"Now all we need to figure out is how to get all of this back to our apartment considering we don't have a car."

"Yes but that can be future us problem. Right now all I wanna focus on is my ice cream."

[whatsk-poppinhomies]

Pairing : idol!Choi Jongho x F!Reader TW : angst ; reader doubts about the relationship ; fluffy at the end ; Word Count : 2.4k

“I know that you’ve all seen the images online of me with the girl, and I don’t want anyone to speculate or make rumors…” You listened to the words that your boyfriend of 2 years was saying, your heart beating faster as you waited for him to finally drop the news. Hiding the relationship had taken a toll on not only you, but the relationship in general. It was hard to do anything when your boyfriend was under the watchful eye of the entire world, and it seemed like reporters were always waiting around the corner for new pictures to post of him. Maybe if he finally told everyone everything it would make things more simple for the both of you in the long run. “The girl that I was seen with…” Here it comes. Now’s the time. It was finally going to go public, you’d be able to take casual walks down the street without having to see your face trending on twitter as the mystery girl. “She’s an old friend from school. There’s nothing there. I promise. The reports and the pictures and everything can stop. Please.” 

You stared blankly at your laptop screen, unable to even fully process what had happened just yet. He had the perfect opportunity, it was the opening that he’d need, but he blew it. It wasn’t the first time it had happened, and now you realized, it surely wouldn’t be the last time. He was at the office, it’s not even like you could talk to him about it either. You’d have to wait for him to come home, and by then he was so tired that he usually just wanted to go to bed. He always got to ignore it or avoid it or deflect. It was what he did with every problem when it came to you and the relationship. He didn’t care enough about it, and maybe you shouldn’t either.

“I’ll be home in like… 20 minutes or so.” Jongho said, his voice coming in through your phone speaker as you sat at the table eating your dinner. “Do you want me to grab something on my way home when I’m done at the office?” He asked, and you could hear the voices of the other guys in the background. The guys that didn’t really know much of you or about you, only the same thing that the rest of the world knew. You were simply Jonghos friend that he occasionally hung out with. You definitely weren’t the girl that he claimed to be deeply in love with, definitely not the girl that he had moved in with after only 6 months of dating. Nope, that surely wasn’t you. 

“Nah, I’m good.” You mumbled in between chewing, quickly dabbing your lips with the napkin beside you before grabbing your phone. “Take your time at work, I’ve got things to do.” You added, and the silence on his end almost made it seem like the call had ended, but you knew better. He was thinking, and he was thinking hard. You had never told him to take his time, you’d never want him to get home later than what he planned. You loved when he came home, and you’d usually run over to hug him or kiss him or both when he came through the door. 

When the silence lasted longer than you were used to, you were about to hang up the phone, but then you heard him clear his throat, the sound of fabric rustling picking up through the speaker. “I talked to Hongjoong and the guys, I’m coming home now.” He sounded like he was on edge, and you were sure it was because of your strange responses, but then again, he was the reason you were acting like this in the first place. 

The call ended quickly after your hum of disinterest, your thumb pressing the red button before you moved from the kitchen into the living room, dropping down onto the couch and flicking on the tv. It was just another thing that you normally wouldn’t do. Most of the time you’d stay on the phone with him until he walked through the door, only ending the call once you could hear your voice through his phone and your own. 

It’s not that you hated him, and it’s not that you even wanted to break up. You loved him, but you were tired of being in the shadows. It’s not like the company wasn’t okay with the guys being in relationships, most of the others had already come out about their own. You didn’t know the reason behind him hiding the relationship, but if he wanted to keep saying that you were just a friend, then that’s exactly what you’d be. 

He walked through the front door, pausing at the landing to look around for a second, and the sigh he let out sounded more like relief than anything else. You were sure that he probably thought you were cheating, and you would have probably thought the same thing if he had randomly changed the way he was acting. “Hey, babe…” He murmured, shimmying out of his coat and draping it over the back of the couch as he walked over to you. 

“Sup.” You responded dryly, allowing yourself to sink further into the couch which was, once again, unlike you. Where was the hug? Where was the kiss? It was like he was in the twilight zone, and he moved in front of you, standing between your eyes and the tv screen. “Do you need something?” 

The way his eyes blankly stared at you for a moment was almost comical, but then he started laughing, running his hand through his hair as he shook his head. “You’re funny. Come’ere.” He opened his arms for you, and you wanted so badly to jump off the couch and be embraced by him, but you knew that if you did, nothing would ever change. You quickly high fived both of his hands before leaning to the side to watch the tv around him, leaving him dumbstruck. “Hey… Come on, you can watch the tv after you give me my hug and my kiss.” 

He grabbed the remote off the arm of the sofa and quickly turned it off, his arms crossed as he stared at you expectantly. Jongho wasn’t one to really pout at you like this, and he’d never pry for physical attention from you either. As long as you told him you loved him, that was what truly mattered… But you hadn’t even said that yet. “Awh, come on dude. The show was just getting good.” You groaned, rolling your eyes as you pushed yourself up off the couch. 

Before you could even walk away though, his arms were wrapped around your waist, his face mere inches from your own. “It’s not funny anymore, Y/N.” His voice was stern and you hated the effect that it had on you right now, but you held your ground, your nose scrunching up as you leaned away from him when he tried to kiss you. “What are you… Is there someone here right now? Are you cheating on me?” He was furious, but through that anger was also sadness. You hated hurting him like this, but if this is what it took to get your point across, then this is what you had to do. 

“No.” You said flatly, your expression one of fake disgust as you lightly pushed against his shoulders to make him back up. “You can’t actually cheat on a friend, that’s ridiculous.” His hands dropped to his sides as his head cocked, confusion written across his features as he looked you over. “And you can’t really go around trying to smooch up on all of your friends, kinda weird buddy. Your other friends might not handle it as well as I did.” 

You sat back down on the couch, and he was still standing, frozen there in the middle of the floor. If you could see his brain, it was probably smoking, working hard to figure out what the hell was going on right now. “What!!?” He screeched, finally speaking the one single word as his body whipped in your direction. “You can’t just put me in the friendzone! We’re dating! You’re my girlfriend! Stop being silly.” 

“Actually…” You started, folding your hands in your lap, finally being serious for the first time since he walked through the door. “According to you, and the rest of the world… I’m just an old friend from school. So… You put me in the friendzone. I’m just acting accordingly.” 

His mouth opened momentarily, but it was like he didn’t know what to say. He knew exactly what you were talking about, he just didn’t know how to back out of it. He had dug the hole and put himself in it, and now he doesn’t know how to get out. “You watched the live stream?” He questioned, and you could only give him a look of disbelief. 

“I watch all of your live streams. I guess you could say I’m a pretty good old friend.” You emphasized the words, pushing yourself up off the couch to stand in front of him. “Anyway, I’m gonna go to bed now. Goodnight buddy.” You patted his shoulder before walking off toward the guest bedroom, and he had been frozen in the middle of the room still until you reached the door of the guest room. 

“What… What are you doing? Why are you going in there?” He hurried over to you, his hands wrapping around your wrists to pull you away from the room. “You know I love you, right? I might not be the best at showing it, but I do…” 

You scoffed lightly, trying not to let your emotions get the best of you while standing in front of him. “Oh no, you’re wonderful at showing it inside the house. Outside though, you suck. Now I know why you don’t hold my hand in public and you don’t look at me the same. Are you embarrassed of me? Or do you just love the attention that you get from your fans so much that you don’t want to risk losing it by saying that you actually have someone?” 

“What?!” He gasped, his hands moving up to cup your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. “Where did that… Babe, you know it’s not like that.” His thumbs brushed along your cheek bones, maybe he thought he’d catch some tears, but there was nothing. Obviously you were hurt, you wanted him to be proud to be with you, you wanted him to show you off, but it’s not like crying would make that happen. He needed to want to do it himself. 

“Jongho, seriously…” You breathed out the words, your hands slowly moving up to grab his just to pull them away. “I’m not going to be exactly what you want me to be behind closed doors just so that you can treat me like nothing more than a friend outside. Maybe you’re not embarrassed or ashamed of me… But you’re not proud enough to put me before your fame. Clearly acceptance from the fans takes priority over loving me.” 

Incoherent words flew through his lips in a rush, he was stumbling over them, unable to speak fast enough. “You are my friend though… You’re my best friend…” He shook his head, his fingers combing through his hair. “You’re also the love of my life, I want to spend my life with you. You mean so much to me, and I’m not prioritizing anything over you. The guys… when they came out about their relationships… they got so much backlash, their partners said they’d leave… some of them did leave for a bit. The fans get crazy and I didn’t want you to deal with that. I was just trying to protect you, to protect us. I don’t want you to be miserable or unhappy, I don’t want you to be stalked whenever you go to the store or even just leave the house… I love you and that’s why I hide you. I don’t want you to leave, I don’t want it to become too much for you.” 

Damn if his reasoning didn’t make sense, but it did, he knew first hand through experience just how hard it was for the guys and their girlfriends to deal with the publicity. Most of them couldn’t even go out anymore, and if they did they were constantly surrounded by bodyguards. They had no privacy, they could never enjoy a normal relationship. “It wouldn’t become too much for me…” You whispered, your head lowering as you slumped against the doorframe. “I would never leave you for anything. I just… I want to be with you… I want to be able to be with you outside. I want to hold your hand, I want to be more than an old friend…” 

His bottom lip jutted out slightly as he grabbed your hands, his thumb brushed along your knuckles sadly. “You are more than that… I just don’t want you to get hurt…” One small tug of your hands had you stumbling forward, falling against his chest, and it was only then that you allowed yourself to cry. “You’re my top priority, over everything else, you are the most important thing in my life. That’s why I need to protect you.” His hands slid up your arms and over your shoulders, his finger slipping under your chin to tilt your head up. “I promise that one day, the world will know how lucky I am, they’ll know that I’m in love with my best friend, and you love me…” 

You swallowed thickly, your nose twitching as you sniffled softly. “Promise promise? Pinky promise?” You whispered, and a small smile tugged at his lips as his eyes glanced down at your hands, his free hand moving to latch his pinky around yours, bringing it up to his lips and pressing a kiss to your finger. 

“I pinky promise.” He murmured, letting your hands drop and leaning in to kiss you, his lips lingering against your own, having awaited that feeling since he stepped foot through the front door. “Do you wanna join me for dinner? And then we can cuddle in bed for the rest of the night. Would you like that?” Your head nodded quickly as you pushed yourself up to kiss him once more, your hands moving up to tangle in his hair, need and desire filling you completely as your lips moved against his. He hummed softly, his own hands gripping your hips to hold you steady. “Babe…” He breathlessly said the pet name, his cheeks slightly flushed as he looked at you. “We can continue that after I’ve eaten too. Don’t forget where we left off.” 

[tyudearyous]

ephemeral - c.jh

pairing : jongho x reader

themes : established relationship where reader is chronically sick

genre : HEAVY ANGST with small bits of fluff ig

warnings : depictions of medicines and needles, major character death! proceed with caution

wc : 2.9k

🎵 star - heize, one of these nights - red velvet, be with you - ateez, o - leehi ft code kunst, little bit - devita ft code kunst

masterlist

...

"miss it is time for you to take your medicines, alright?" the nurse enters your hospital room with several medical equipment and syringes filled with your medicine. it has been months since your condition took for the worse. you were born with a weak heart, it was a given. despite that, you didn't expect things to escalate this fast. you were grateful still, at the very least your short lifespan was filled with more than enough happy moments.

"thank you" you replied to the nurse before she took your arm to inject your medicine and do some physical check ups. needles don't hurt for you at this point. you're just so used to being injected and reinjected with fluids that would help with your health (but you know it's all meaningless, you'd die anyway).

when you were getting your meds, the door opened to a breathless jongho running after work. you immediately laughed at that sight of him. "miss, please stay still" the nurse warned you softly. you muttered apologies before giving jongho a frown to jab on him. he smiled at your antics and began to wind down at the couch next to your bed.

"nurse, is this the last one?" jongho asked the nurse tending to you right now. the nurse nodded. "hopefully this would be the last dose for this week. tomorrow miss y/n will have a full check up again with dr. seo. remember that okay miss?" she explained before she left the room, giving you and jongho some space.

"how was today?" you asked jongho. he sat at the empty chair next to your bed before tucking your stray hair to your ears. "shitty but it's better now, cause you're here" he smiled and you slapped his shoulders. "ouch, i was being honest" before flashing his adorable gummy smile. you felt content and happy that he was here with you. despite all, jongho still stayed with you and you're happy with that.

"hey" you cupped his cheeks. jongho tilted his head. your eyes that were filled with happiness turned into something somber. this didn't go unnoticed by him. "what's wrong?" he started to get worried and took your hands in his. he started rubbing your knuckles before kissing it to hopefully calm you down.

"it hurts" tears started to fall down your cheeks, you couldn't hold it in. "hey, what hurts? what's wrong? i'll call dr. seo wait" you held his hands, stopping him. "i don't need dr. seo. it just hurts jjong, i don't know whether can i keep this up" you explained. it has been months since you were admitted to special care and you aren't even showing any signs of recovery. it just stayed stagnant, the exact same when you were first admitted. breathing honestly feels hard for you, if not for the machine helping you. walking feels tough and everything just felt hard for you.

"y/n, look at me" he cupped your cheeks. "it's going to be okay. you'll get through this. you'll recover, okay? we'll go on dates like we used to. we'll go to paris just like you wanted, come on. don't be like this okay?" he reassured you. you stayed silent before shaking your head.

"jjong, i- i can't" you broke down to tears. he tried so hard to hold back his tears but eventually his poured out as well. "i told you right? it's a given. don't dream too big about this" you pushed through your tears. "y/n. i told you to not be like this" his tone was higher but you understood it. "i don't want you to end up heartbroken, jjong" you put your right hand to wipe his tears.

"you should be ready, anytime. i feel like i can't continue living like this. all of this would only give me perhaps 2? 3? i don't know. months jongho. let's be realistic here. i'm tired" you collapsed to him, crying.

"y/n, i can't let you go like this. we can go through this together, i'm here. i'm here" he stood you up again before making you cup his cheeks but you shook your head. it was all too hard for you.

"i don't like it here. i know if i leave i won't be able to survive but jjong, i'm tired" you explained to him. "let's get some fresh air tomorrow, okay?" he calmed you down.

that night, he stayed in the hospital with you. he slept on your bed, in hopes that you'd stay strong regardless of everything. but honestly? you didn't want to. you wished to just drop everything. the only reason you're still headstrong about the treatment was jongho. you couldn't leave him, not when he's still like this.

...

the next day came and you found yourself on the beach, enjoying the smell of sea with your lover next to you. everything that happened last night became something both of you avoided. if you brought it up, you know it would devastate jongho even more, so you didn't. he was holding back his emotions even today. you could see in his eyes, how puffy they are and how they hold countless unsaid words. the trip that was supposed to be joyful became somber.

"you remember our first time going to the sea?" you broke the silence. "oh? yeah. when you first got your driving license" he laughed. it was a random weekend when you decided to bring jongho to the nearest beach to celebrate you getting your license. you even drove there but the entire drive gave jongho a heart attack, mainly because of your un-adapt-ness to the road. the way back home, he insisted on driving so he drove you back home. nonetheless, it was a memorable yet funny moment.

"i still remember you nagging me through the road" you sulked. "oh come on, you suck at driving y/n. just admit it" he laughed at you which made you sulk even more. "oh come on don't sulk, at least you have me. your professional driver" jongho cupped your cheeks before planting a kiss on your forehead.

"i want to go on more drives honestly" you admitted, eyes on the sea, avoiding his. "when you recover, i'll bring you to many drives okay? we'll explore the world together, just like what you wanted" he said while holding your hands. "hopefully yeah?" you gave him a smile.

"but" you said, creating a silence between the two of you. "if i'm gone, remember. i want you to move on. you deserve happiness, jjong. just remember me, that's all i need from you" you teared up slightly. "y/n let's no-" "no, i have to say that. you have to accept the reality. i can't stay here forever, you know that. i wish i could've held on to for like 2 or 3 years so we could get married but i can't. dr. seo told me, i only had approximately 2 months left and that is also if my body is strong enough but my body isn't, jjong. it's weak, it's a blessing that i still can be here with you today. if not now, when will i say that to you?" you cut him off, tears falling down your eyes.

"i love you, i really do. if i had the time i'd do anything for you, genuinely. but right now, let's face the reality, okay?" you held his hands, circling around his knuckles. he stood up to walk away slightly and you let him be. it was hard for the both of you and you understood it perfectly.

you prayed to the universe for more time. just maybe. just maybe.

...

ring ring

3 missed calls from ???

jongho wondered, what's with the sudden calls from an unknown number. he excused himself from his office to go to the rooftop area to call the number back.

"hello?" he opened the call. "yes, is this mr. choi jongho?" a panicked voice asked him through the call. "yes? what is wrong?" he asked.

"miss y/n's condition worsened and is now in queue for surgery, do you consent to the surgery? we tried calling her family but-" he cut off the call and immediately left work to go to the hospital. he drove past through traffic lights and just drove as fast as he could to get to you.

when he arrived to the hospital, he immediately looked for you. ultimately failing because you weren't in your room. thankfully, the nurse who tended to you were there waiting for him.

"oh thank goodness, miss y/n is currently in surgery. please pray for the best" she told him. he felt as if all air was taken out of his lungs that exact moment. he immediately collapsed in the waiting room. all he could do was stare at the ceiling, praying and hoping that the surgery would go well.

that he would be given the chance to see you once again.

...

the surgery room was hectic. the doctors tried to resuscitate you after your heart rate dropped. countless machines were used to get your heart rate up but nothing did the job. the doctors had to perform surgery to you because of this.

you felt nothing. well, you were near death at this point. only your brain was conscious and all you could think was just how you wished you had more time. sure, your short life was a great one. you couldn't have asked for a better one but still, that didn't mean you didn't have regrets.

just as the doctors tried to give your heart mechanical palpitations, your heart stopped working. it was final, you couldn't be saved.

...

"dr.seo! how is she?" jongho immediately ran to him when he saw his figure out of the surgery room. "i apologize, mr. choi. we couldn't save her." dr. seo apologized to jongho.

all he felt at that moment was pain. he scoffed before sitting down and bawled. why. why did it have to be you who suffered. why was the world so cruel to him. he was angry but he knew, can he really blame anyone? he had no one to blame. dr. seo and his team did his best and you did your best to put up with everything.

all he could do was cry and cry and cry and cry.

...

it has been 2 years since your passing. jongho has been a mess throughout those 2 years. he couldn't even handle seeing your grave during the first year of your death. he tried to cope by everything. drinking, isolating, everything. he tried to distract himself with everything. he didn't even bother removing the pictures he had of you in his apartment and cellphone. he didn't want to let you go. his friends tried to help him but it was all useless. he truly couldn't let you go. he couldn't handle seeing this world without you by his side.

but that was all during the first year. this year, he decided to pick his life back up. he couldn't continue living like this right? so he started by cleaning his apartment first. seonghwa helped him to clean his apartment that was filled with trash from his grief. jongho was grateful his friends didn't judge, he was grateful that he still had them. slowly, little by little, he picked his life back up and he's finally ready to see you again. he's ready to visit your grave.

it was the 2nd anniversary of your death. before going, he bought a bouquet of your favorite flowers. tulips, asters and several forget-me-nots with some baby breath adorning it. he was even wearing the scarf you bought him for his 20th birthday.

when he arrived to your gravesite, he saw your mother sitting in front of the grave. he stood there, waiting for her to finish. when she finished, he greeted her.

"good afternoon, mother" he greeted her. "oh, jongho-ya! how have you been?" your mother asked him. "i've been well, how are you mother?" he continued. "i've been alright, it's been hard for you, right?" she tapped jongho's shoulders. "alright, go to her. i'm sure you missed her." he bowed to your mother and left for your grave. "oh wait!" your mother called, making him stop on his tracks. "here, i'm sure y/n wanted you to see this" she handed him a flashdisk before leaving. jongho was confused but he shrugged it off, for later. he wanted to talk to you first.

when he finally stood in front of your grave, the emotions he suppressed for the past 2 years all fell out. just the sight of your grave made him cry but he tried to hold back. he didn't spend a whole year being depressed to stay like this. he placed the bouquet in front of your gravestone and he sat in front of your grave.

"hey, it's been a while huh?" he started to talk to you. "i've been a mess since you left. i'm sorry, i can't fulfill my promises to you. i don't think i can move on you know but i'll try to not mop around being sad because i know you won't like that" he laughed. "sorry for not being here last year, i just couldn't accept it. why did you have to leave me that fast? but i know. you're happier there. you're no longer in pain, you're no longer stressed. i'm fine with that. well, i'll try to be fine with that" he teared up again.

"anyway, i love you, y/n. i wish you're still here with me but i'll handle it. i love you, seriously. no one is going to replace your place." he stated before continuing to talk to you about his days. he stayed there for hours and hours before going home because it was getting dark. by the end of it, his eyes were puffy but his heart was light. he was happy he took the time to talk to you.

...

y/n's tape for jongho.

hi jjong, haha wait i'm really not used to recording these okay wait. creates hand gestures to regain composure. okay, hi. if you get this cd then i'm dead already probably, sadly looks down and throws head back to not cry. anyway, i'm glad to have met you this life time. i'm glad i had you, and i don't regret giving my all to you. i regret nothing when it comes to us. i love you, i hope you know that.

i'm sorry for being blunt sometimes, i'm sorry for hurting you, i'm sorry for being selfish, i'm sorry for leaving you. gosh, if i could i would've married you and had kids. ah why am i tearing up, sorry. yeah, i wish we had more time. i wish i could've seen a mini us, i wish we were a normal couple. i'm sorry for bringing you through this pain, i'm sorry jjong.

i don't want you to mop around after i leave. i hope you find someone that loves you as much as i do, or if you can't handle that, at least be happy for me please. i don't want you to be depressed, i hate seeing you cry you know. i hate it when you're sad. so please, be happy for me. okay, jjongie?

i remember when we first spent the night together. we made a promise didn't we that night? that we'd travel around the world and i asked you to propose to me in paris? hahaha i wish we could make that real but we can't sadly. instead, go there for me. take lots of photos, make lots of memories, be happy for me. i'd always look out for you. i'd always be with you even when you don't realize it, jjong. so don't be sad okay? wipes tears ahhhhh. i can't do this.

anyways, just be happy for me. don't cry too much. don't be sad. i love you forever and always, jjongbear. if you miss me, just visit my grave. i'm up 24/7 you know, so just find me there or talk to the sprout teddy i made for you last year. i wish you well and i love you. i'm sorry for everything i put you through. i love you truly.

video ends.

sniffles could be heard through the entire apartment. there was a boy crying over his dead lover, in the sweatshirt she loved to wear and holding the teddy bear she crocheted for him. the boy couldn't hold his tears and just let it flow. unbeknownst to him, a small blue butterfly was sitting next to the couch. when he noticed this, he was confused. he remembered not opening any windows so how did the small creature get inside? but then he remembered.

she too loved butterflies

"y/n, really" he scoffed before tearing up again but this time with the butterfly on his shoulders.

i love you truly, choi jongho

the end.

[yustea]

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Pairing: Ceo!Jongho x fembody!coworker!reader (gn pronouns)

Summary: After an unexpected turn from a creepy colleague, you’re left within the comfort of your cold boss, Choi Jongho. However, he leaves you with an alluring offer of something more…

Genre: angst, heavily suggestive, comfort, slight fluff

Word Count: 2k+

Warnings: reader!is!harassed, reader!cries!, making out, mentions of possessiveness!, claiming!, choking! and hickeys

Please let me know if I’ve missed anything <33

Bzz, bzzzzzzz.

Bzz, bzzzzzzz.

Your phone vibrated with the soft echoing dingles of your alarm, gradually arousing you from your tranquil sleep. You yawned and stretched, taking satisfaction in the crackling of several bones along the curve of your spine. You sluggishly sat up, searching blindly for your phone, your hair and sheets a tangled mess. Once it was in your grasp, you quickly turned the alarm off, rubbing your face in tired motions as you took a moment to gather your bearings. You checked the time, squinting an eye in the process as the painful glare from your phone illuminated the room.

5:31 am.

With a sigh, you reluctantly crawled out of your warm, comfortable bed, making your way to the chilly bathroom as you scratched the back of your neck lazily. You twisted the sink tap, splashing cool, refreshing water across your face and neck, eradicating the last remaining hints of drowsiness from your body. You stumbled out to your wardrobe, hurriedly selecting a silk white blouse and a black pencil skirt, paired with a matching set of black lace undergarments for your work attire of the day. You strolled back into your bathroom, shutting the door behind you as you went.

You’ve been working for Choi Enterprise for the past two years under new CEO, Choi Jongho, whom overtook his father’s position as heir of the company for the past six months. Unlike his father, he exerted an intimidating and unrelenting energy that sent chills to your bones. He always wore a poker face and rarely ever spoke unless required to, more often than not resorting to unnerving stares and short, direct sentences when he conversed. Even the way he walked was domineering, his presence alone striking a quiver in your knees. It unsettled you… but also ignited a deep hunger within you. You couldn’t deny it - he was a handsome man, and his dominant aura just made you want to be railed by him even more; his strong, muscular arms choking you as he trailed bruising hickeys across your neck and chest as he possessively claimed you with each thrust. Is that too much to ask?

You brought a sharp slap to your cheek, snapping yourself out of your dreamy state. He’s your BOSS for god’s sake Y/N, you scolded yourself as an embarrassed flush began to bloom across your cheeks. With a shake of your head, you checked the time once more.

7:15 am.

“SHIT I’M GOING TO BE LATE,” you cried, quickly finishing your meal and slipping on your shiny black stilettos as you grabbed your purse and keys, and opened the door, haphazardly exiting your home as you headed to work.

Twenty minutes later, you arrived on time and stood outside Choi Enterprise, the tall skyscraper looming over your microscopic figure. With a deep breath, you smiled and entered the building, the echo of your clacking heels announcing your presence as you steadily walked to the elevator, swiping your key card as you entered and selecting your floor number. Soon after, you arrived on your level and stepped out, basking in the bright morning light through the crystal windows. Just as you made your way to your desk, your coworker, Madison, rushed over, plonking an array of files and loose forms on your workspace and panted.

“Woah, are you okay? You seem like you ran a mile,” You asked concerned as she propped her glasses back onto the bridge of her nose. “We have meeting… with… Choi,” she gasped. “He wants.. see.. propositions… NOW.” A surge of cold dread ignited in your stomach, your jaw falling slack and your eyes widening at the sudden news. “Oh fuck,” you hissed, scrambling wildly through your draws to find your folio and USB. “I thought it was next week?!” You cried as panic began to settle in when you couldn’t find your business proposals. “He moved it up.. to today.. two minutes ago,” she inhaled deeply, finally composing herself. “Julian said that he didn’t know what spurred his decision, but he looked furious.” That was never good hearing it first-hand from his secretary; he must’ve been really pissed.

Finally, you grasped the dark navy blue folder attached to a ziplock bag stapled to its exterior with a USB sealed inside. A wave of relief washed over you. At least I haven’t fucked up yet. “Okay, let’s go.” You briskly ran to the board room with Madison in tow, mentally going over your presentation and the key points you’ll be stating. When you arrived, you saw Julian waiting for you both outside, ushering you in with urgent motions. “Be aware,” he whispered behind you. “The beast has awoken.” You gave a small nod as you and Madison piled into the room, Julian closing the door behind him as he left to go escort Jongho. Silent chaos encased the room as everyone hurriedly shuffled around, bowing their head slightly in acknowledgment as they passed. You sat at your designated seat, grateful for your earlier preparation as you let out a long breath, sinking into the fabric of the black chair.

“Well hello to you too princess,” a flirtatious voice spoke, bile rising within your mouth as an unamused expression plastered on your face. A faux tight-lipped smile graced your lips as you sat up, seeing the man that you despised most in the world sitting across from you. “Oh I’m sorry Rufus, I didn’t see you there.” He leisurely gazed his eyes up and down your attire, a sickening smirk twitching the corners of his mouth. You internally cringed. “You look gorgeous princess,” he whistled, a sultry look evident in his eyes.

You shifted uncomfortably and ignored his comment. Just as he was about to say something else, Jongho stormed into the room, everyone suddenly standing to attention and bowing in unison. “Let’s start,” he stated as he threw his file onto the table and sat in his seat, everyone following suit in silence. “Mr. Jones,” he called out as Rufus shot his head up. “Yes Mr. Choi?” “You present your proposal first.” Everyone turned their heads to Jongho, confusion and shock on everyone’s faces. Usually, he followed a particular order; starting from you and ending with Rufus. Why did he do that? you pondered, landing your gaze onto Rufus. He gulped, his eyes wide in surprise. “U-um,” all eyes turned to him. His hands visibly shook as Jongho waited patiently for his reply. Any sympathy drained away as a subtle smirk spread on your lips at his loss for words. Oh this was going to be good.

“W-we have nothing to present sir,” Rufus hung his head in shame as everyone held their breath. The room stood still. “Mr Jones, what is our company’s policy?” Jongho asked. “Be ready and prepared at all times, sir,” he responded. “And do you admit that you failed to fulfil this as an employee of this company?” “Yes sir,” Rufus poked his cheek with his tongue, embarrassment flushing across his neck. “Finish your proposal by next Tuesday and we’ll reevaluate your work ethic at this company,” he concluded, tapping his files together and leaning back against his seat as Rufus hung his head in humiliation and shame. Damn, your heart raced, that was attractive. “Miss L/N,” he turned his head to you, snapping you out of your thoughts. “Yes Mr Choi?” “Present your proposal for us please.” A small smile curved on your lips. “Certainly sir,” you stood up and made your way to the large screen, plugging your USB into the side and beginning your presentation.

After you finished, the room erupted in applause as you took a deep bow. Quickly, you gathered your things and sat back down. “Well done Miss L/N,” a proud smile splayed across his face. A surge of pride swirled within you as you nodded your head in acknowledgement. “Thank you Mr Choi.” “Now Ms Kahn, please present yours.” Ms Kahn nodded and stood up to present her idea. Suddenly, you felt something hard brush against your ankle. You flittered your gaze downward and noticed it was Rufus’ shoe trailing against you. You looked up as you met his enraged stare. Oh no, this can’t be good. The colour began to drain from your face as he slowly climbed higher, slowly inching towards your inner thigh. You shuffled your chair back in hopes to be out of reach.

His face contorted into a sneer as he dropped his foot, stopping his antics and setting his focus back on Ms Kahn. You eyed him disgustingly as you followed suit, calming yourself and ignoring the panic coursing through your veins. Unnoticed by you, Rufus knocked his pen onto the floor. He bent down to grab it, crawling further and further under the table. Coincidentally, his knuckle skimmed against your leg, causing you to jolt back as a pair of seething eyes witnessed the scene unfold. “We will continue this tomorrow, everyone is dismissed,” Jongho abruptly announced, interrupting Ms Kahn’s proposition and halting Rufus’ motions.

Seamlessly, he stood up, sending a flirtatious wink in your direction. Disgust morphed onto your face as you cringed, swallowing the fear of what could have happened if it wasn’t for Jongho’s impeccable timing. Just as you were about to exit, Jongho called out. “Except for you, Miss L/N.” Your body froze. What did he see? You turned around and bowed your head, obeying his instruction and standing still next to the doorway. Rufus was the last to leave as he strutted past you, a satisfied grin encasing his vile face as an angry gaze burned into the back of his skull. The door closed behind him. Silence engulfed the room.

Jongho stood up and made his way to you. He positioned himself directly in front of you, keeping a distance and his hands situated in his pockets. Your body trembled in nervousness. “Look at me,” he spoke softly. Startled by his gentle tone, you glanced upwards, noticing a forbearing smile on his lips. “Are you okay?” You looked away and bit your lip as you felt the familiar sting of tears brim your eyes. You nodded. Unconvinced, he gingerly stepped closer and gently placed a hand under your chin, tilting it towards his face. “It’s okay,” he cooed. “You’re safe.” Your facade caved as a tsunami of sobs escaped your throat. He carefully embraced your shuddering body, whispering caring and sweet phrases as you released your distress and fear into his chest. “I-I was s-so scared,” you choked. “Shhh, it’s okay, I’m here. You’re safe with me,” he gently patted your back in conforms as you continued to cry.

After a moment, your tears were dried, emotional relief encasing you as you inhaled a long deep breath. Jongho stepped back, his hands placed on your shoulders. “You okay now?” Your glassy eyes gazed into his as you nodded. He felt his heart skip a beat. Suddenly, your eyes widened at his soaking black shirt, realisation hitting you like a truck. “O-oh my gosh I’m so sorry,” you hurriedly pulled away to grab some tissues, only to have your wrists tenderly held in his strong grip. “Don’t worry about it, I’ve got some spares in my office.” He gazed at you in a soft and affectionate manner, causing you to shyly look away. He gently brought his hand up to cup your face, stroking your tear-stained cheeks. Your heart fluttered. “Don’t let him get to you, okay?” You bit your lip as you nodded, your adorable doe eyes striking a chord in his heart.

As if possessed, he leant down to your face, his warm breath cascading against you as a shiver crept up your spine. Delicately, he placed a peck against your lips, once, twice, and then kissed you. Your body froze in shock, taking you a moment to grasp the situation. Suddenly, he pulled back, realising what he just did. “I-I-,” he stuttered as an embarrassed rouge reddened his neck, shyly fidgeting his fingers. Admiration surged within you at his cuteness, now seeing the unveiling of a mere sweet, flustered boy twiddling his thumbs compared to the stoic man you usually know.

Ah fuck it, you thought as you stepped closer and brought his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. In an instant, he kissed back, your lips moulding one another’s in a slow, feverish make out. You prodded your tongue against his mouth, silently asking for permission. He let you in as you both battled for dominance, his hand snaking to the back of you head and waist as he pressed you closer. He carefully shifted positions and leant you against the table, trapping you in his hold, his domineering presence back again. He gently pulled away, eyes glazed with lust and hunger as he stepped away, admiring the view of you panting and disheveled against the table.

“Fuck..” he sighed, clenching his jaw as he resisted the urge to rail you senseless. He took a deep breath, collecting his thoughts and composing himself. He brushed his hair back and readjusted his tie, making his way to the door. “Meet me in my office at 6:00 if you want to continue where we left off.” With that Jongho calmly stormed out, leaving you perplexed and shocked. You just witnessed the duality of your boss.. and my lord both sides were attractive. Who knew such an intimidating, cold man could be so shy and sympathetic yet so hot and controlling? You glanced at the clock on the wall.

8:06 am.

Your head lolled back, huffing out a sigh. “Now I’ve gotta wait for fucking ten hours just to get laid,” you groaned, wondering what you were going to do with the dampness in your panties. Suddenly, you sat up. A devilish smirk carved your face as an ingenious idea came to your mind. Oh he’s going to feel it…

But so will you.

Part 2?

A/N: Hi again, thank you so so much for reading my fic :)) I was originally going to do this as one big fic, however, I ran out of time and so part two will be uploaded next week 12pm GMT on Sunday. (I can’t leave y’all on a cliff hanger for too long <33)

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[stayteezdreams]

Hotel For Ghosts

Plot: When the hotel booked for the band ends up cancelling yours and Jongho's rooms, you have to make due at a nearby hotel. Too bad it's haunted as fuck.

Pairing: Choi Jongho x Gn!Reader

Prompts: "If you get scared you can hold onto me." "Oh you'd love that wouldn't you?" "Very much." + 'You're in a hotel with doubles beds, you keep hearing scary noises and end up in the same bed.' Requested By: @lieutenantn

A/n: I know this is a similar plot as Sans fic, but I tried my best to make it different.

Warnings: Just some creepy ghost stuff, but nothing specific.

Words: 1.9k

Exhaustion was slowly taking its toll on you and Jongho as the elevator doors slid open. Dragging your suitcases along with you, little was said between you.

You had no idea the day would end up like this. When the band had arrived at the hotel, you found out you had overbooked. This lead to some of the rooms being unexpectedly canceled. After a lot of apologies, you and Jongho were whisked away to another hotel they had move you too instead.

Entering the hallway, the atmosphere immediately seemed different. And it was obvious enough that you and Jongho paused in your tracks.

The lights were flickering and buzzing and it was eerily silent. You and Jongho shared a brief look before you began walking.

Jongho checked the key number as he glanced at the doors you were passing. "It might be at the very end."

"Great." You said sarcastically as you were feeling uneasy as the lights continued to flicker. "Why is it so creepy?" You added on after a moment.

Jongho shrugged in response, as he glanced back towards the elevator just as the sound of footsteps approached.

You looked back as well but saw no one in the empty hallway. You and Jongho locked eyes as confusion washed over your faces. Silently, you both walked faster down the hall, finally spotting your room.

You continued to eye the empty hall as Jongho fiddled with the key. The hotel was obviously old and not even upgraded to key cards for the doors.

The hotel staff claimed they had only one room available, but you wondered how true that was, as the hotel seemed eerily quiet and empty. You hadn't seen or heard another person after you and Jongho showed up.

"Come on." He hissed softly as the key refused to turn. "Did they give us the wrong key?"

Just as the door clicked, a soft noise almost like a voice caught your attention. The two of you looked down the hall before hearing the sound of footsteps, yet there was still no one around.

Suddenly, the lights started to dim and flicker, before turning off entirely.

You gasped and Jongho made an almost guttural sound as he pushed the door open to your hotel room as the two of you shuffled into the room with silent panic. As he turned on the light, you let out a breath of relief as you were now free from the scary hallway.

Looking into the room you were glad it appeared relatively modern, and clean. As you walked further into the room, you were aware the eerie atmosphere still lingered in the room as well. Uneasiness hung over the two of you.

"What the hell is this place." You muttered as you glanced out the window, unable to see anything in the darkness.

"Haunted" Jongho muttered.

Your eyes snapped over to him and he let out an almost startled laugh. "Sorry, sorry, bad joke." He paused for a moment before adding on. "But this place is totally a hotel for ghosts, I haven't seen a single person since we got here."

You groaned and he laughed again. "Stop" You whined, "This place is so creepy already, don't make it worse!"

He apologized again through soft giggles as the two of you sat on your beds. The tension was lessened a little, but your experience in the hallway still lingered in both your minds.

Hearing a soft knock at the door, you and Jongho shared a brief look before he went to answer. You expected it to be room service or maybe someone saying there was another room available.

You heard the door open, but when no words were said, you stood up and walked over to see what was going on.

What you were not expected, was Jongho staring at a completely empty hallway. The lights in the hallway had turned back on, but there was no one around.

Jongho looked back at you and the fear you were now feeling was written on his face. He closed the door and walked silently back towards you.

"Maybe it was at another door?"

You nodded mutely, wanting to prefer that over any other option passing through your mind.

"Why did we have to end up here of all places? I feel like we're in purgatory or something its just so...off" You shivered dramatically at your own words.

Jongho nodded as he walked back over to his bed. "This place is definitely old too."

You groaned softly as you sat back on your bed before lying down, staring blankly up at the ceiling. "Why do I feel like we aren't gonna get any sleep tonight?"

Jongho peered over at you and smirked. "If you get scared you can hold onto me."

You let out a huff of laughter, there he was. Flirty, teasing Jongho. Even in the midst of a possibly terrifying situation, he never resists the urge to tease you.

"Oh you'd love that wouldn't you?" You retorted.

"Very much." He sighed as he lied down on his bed, the smile obvious in his tone.

You shook your head in annoyance, though his words did fluster you. They always did, and he knew it, much to your further annoyance.

You had known the boys for a couple years now, ever since you started working with them, but you and Jongho were always the closest. You figured you probably had a crush on him, but never focused on it too much, always telling yourself to be nothing more than his friend and colleague.

With all of that, you were glad you were with him now, he could always keep you grounded in the worst, and weirdest situations.

As much as you wished the rest of the night would get better, it only got worse. You were now sitting in Jongho's bed, side by side as you both anxiously stared at his phone as he scrolled through the nearby hotel listings.

The TV played a movie you didn't know, as you hoped the noise would lessen the frightening atmosphere.

Your room proved to be no better than the hallway, if not worse, as the lights started to flicker and odd noises came from various areas of the room. Tapping in the closet, footsteps by the door, the shuttering of the blinds, though there was no wind or a.c. in the room.

But the final straw, was when you had gone to the bathroom. While washing your hands, you felt and heard a loud breath directly in your ear. It made you yelp and run out of the bathroom and right to Jongho.

He calmed you down and as soon as you told him what happened, he pulled out his phone and began searching. He wrapped his arm around you and held you close to him. He could tell there was no way it was in your head with the genuine fear coursing through you.

He hated seeing you so afraid, and he felt as though anything would be better than this.

After panicked texts to the others, who only responded with amusement, thinking you were over-reacting, you gave up on trying to convince them to let you come back to their hotel rooms.

"Is there anything?" You asked and he sighed, "Not yet. There are so many concerts and festivals here that so many places are booked already."

He looked over at you and his gut clenched with guilt, "I'm sorry, we might be stuck here."

He saw your face fall as you let out a sigh.

"Just stay here in the bed with me okay?"

You met his eyes shyly and he smiled.

"Don't worry, I won't tease you. Too much." You rolled your eyes at this, and he chuckled as he squeezed you a little closer. "I just don't want you to be alone if you're this scared."

Ignoring how your heart was hammering in your chest you gazed at him, unaware of how it was making his own heart race.

"Aren't you scared?"

He nodded, "Yes, but I'm more worried about you."

You smiled softly, both touched by his care for you, and flustered by his words. He noticed this as he smiled to himself, you leaned into him a bit as you looked around the room. Things had been a bit quiet since what happened in the bathroom, maybe it would stay quiet.

Jongho squeezed your arm a bit as he spoke, his voice soft and close to your ear. "At least one good thing is coming out of this"

You looked over at him, your faces closer than you were expecting. "What?"

He smiled and tightened his arm around you, almost causing your noses to brush. "This."

The way his words flustered you were obvious on your face, and you pushed him away a bit, "You said you wouldn't tease me!"

He laughed before he pulled you back to him, "Hey, what makes you think I'm not being serious?"

Your eyes locked as tension rose between you, the silence hanging in the air held a million questions you wanted to ask.

But before you could speak, the television suddenly shut off causing you both to look quickly to the TV. The room was now completely silent, but it didn't last long before you heard a creaking sound.

Yours and Jongho's eyes drifted towards the sound as you watched the bathroom door slowly open.

"Jongho" Your voice was almost a whimper and he quickly grabbed his phone and started furiously typing.

He held you close again. "I know, just don't react."

You continued to stare at the darkened bathroom, feeling as though something would happen if you looked away. You could see Jongho out of the corner of your eye searching something on his phone.

After what felt like an eternity of terrifying silence, Jongho sat up.

"There's a hotel almost an hour from here with rooms available."

"Book it." You said quickly and he nodded.

You did not care how far you'd have to drive, as long as it was away from here.

He pulled his arm away from you as he grabbed your hand instead, "Let's go."

Not wasting any time, you both hurried to grab your bags and a few items around the room, panicked silence between you. You glanced at the bathroom a few times in fear, purposefully leaving a few of your items behind with no hesitation.

Finally leaving the room, you nearly jogged to the elevator as the hallway lights greeted you with familiar flickering.

Entering the elevator, you felt relief slowly start to wash over you. Soon you'd be out of this place forever.

Jongho's hand was still tightly holding yours as you leaned into him for comfort.

"There's one thing about the new hotel."

You looked over at him in anticipation. "It better not be haunted."

He let out a soft laugh and shook his head. "No. I only booked one room. That's the requirement for going so far."

You quirked your brow and he smiled, squeezing your hand. "You have to stay with me."

You felt heat rise up your neck and face as you bit the inside of your lip. He never can resist can he?

You nodded with a soft smile as you looked away from him, not wanting him to see just how much he affected you

"I'm okay with that."

He grinned happily as he pulled you close to him. At least something good really did come from this after all.

xx End xx

Not the cock-blocking ghost lmao

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[hwashua-luv]

A Christmas Miracle

Snowflakes fell gently from the sky, each a tiny work of art in their accumulation on the Seoul streets. The city was done up in holiday brilliance, with every storefront wearing twinkling lights and carolers serenading their way onto every corner. Against this festive backdrop, you were battling the chill of winter, walking the busy streets in search of a special gift.

It was Christmas Eve, and you had decided that this time you would find a gift appropriate for the person who meant the whole world to you. It was cold outside. You could see your breath in small clouds in the cool air as you wrapped your gloves around a cup of steaming hot chocolate. But your mind was no longer filled with the holiday cheer occurring all around; it was filled with one person—Choi Jongho.

Jongho, with his infectious smile and kind heart, was someone who had been there for you. The two of you continued to grow closer each passing day over the last year by sharing jokes and comforting each other. Lately, though, you found yourself feeling something deeper-something that extends further than friendship. With Christmas so close, you knew you wanted him to know how much he meant to you.

You turned into a quaint little shop, its windows frosted over, delicate snowflakes etched into them. A bell above the door jingled as one went inside, wrapped in the warm smell of pine and cinnamon. Inside, it was a winter wonderland: shelves lined with ornaments, scarves, and other pretty trinkets. Your perfect place to find a special gift.

As you were making your way up and down the aisles, your phone buzzed with a message from Jongho. It was just a simple text, reminding you that he had thought of you, but it made your heart flutter all the same.

Jongho: "Hey! Just thinking of you. Hope you're enjoying the Christmas Eve. Let me know if you need any help with your shopping."

You smiled at the message, typing a quick reply before slipping your phone back into your pocket. You continued browsing, looking around the shelves to find something that would depict Jongho perfectly.

Hours passed, and among piles of everything imaginable, you finally found it: an old music box with an elegant, lacy snowflake pattern. It opened with the soft playing of a melodical tune, enchanting and full of nostalgic hints. It sounded just like Jongho's perfect depiction-warm and beautiful, with a touch of magic.

As you left the shop, the present so elegantly wrapped, you checked your watch; it was growing late, so you hoped it wouldn't be too dark when help came in search of Jongho. You hustled a little faster through the streets toward the park where you had planned to meet.

There was a big Christmas tree that stood at the center of the winter wonderland, with its lights flickering as if thousands of stars were banded together. Families and couples were milling around in the holiday festivities. Jongho was right there; his figure stood against the lights, his cozy red scarf and bright smile making the heart jump with gusto.

"Y/N!", he yelled, his voice so warm and buzzing with excitement. He waved for you to go to him, and you quickened your pace to his side.

"Merry Christmas, Jongho!", you exclaimed, your cheeks red from the cold.

"Merry Christmas", he said tugging you into a hug. His arms were warm as you wrapped yours tightly around him, the pine and cedar subtle beneath his cologne. You hugged him tightly, basking in the moment.

Even as you drew back, Jongho's gaze held yours, all warm with fondness. "You look amazing. I'm so thankful I was able to spend the evening with you."

"Me too," you said, doing a flip inside your stomach. You steadied yourself and leaned towards the bag, taking out the music box. "I bought you something."

Jongho's face colored in shock and happiness as you passed him the gift. "You really didn't have to...."

"I wanted to," you said, your voice soft but earnest. "Go ahead, open it."

The wrapping was removed from the precious object, allowing the hands to unwrap the delicate paper to find the most carefully constructed music box. His features turned from curiosity to pure amazement as he popped the lid and listened to the tender melody.

"This is amazing," he said in an emotional tone. "Thank you, Y/N. It's perfect."

You watched him with a shy smile, feeling happy as realization flooded his senses. "I'm glad you like it."

Both of you just stood there for a while, as if the world around you melted away. The music from the box played softly, adding a magical atmosphere to the night. Jongho took your hand gently, his touch warm against your skin.

He started very seriously, in a low tone of voice, "You know, I've been wanting to tell you something. You have made this past year so special for me, and I have never met someone who understands me like you do, and.."

His words trailed off, and he looked up at you with an exposed and hopeful expression. Your heart was beating rapidly in your chest, and you knew it was the right time for which you had been waiting.

"Jongho," you said in a soft voice, "I feel the same way, you mean more to me than words can describe."

He seemed to process your words for a moment, then stepped closer, his eyes never leaving yours. The distance between you closed, and you could feel the warmth of his breath mingling with yours. Slowly, he leaned in until his lips brushed against yours with a gentle kiss.The world melted away with the deepening of the kiss, soft yet passionate, telling more in this single touch of what was shared between them and yet to be shared. His taste filled her senses like sweet nectar, and the touch of his lips to hers felt natural.

By the time you parted, you both were breathless, smiling. Jongho was so overwhelmed, his eyes shone with the utmost happiness and relief as he reached to softly cup your face.

"Merry Christmas, Y/N," he softly whispered with so much adoration in his voice, "This is the best gift I could ever have."

"Merry Christmas, Jongho," you answered, and with that, both your hearts were raised. "I feel the same way."

You two just stood, wrapped up in each other's warmth under the twinkling lights as the snow kept falling around you. In the background, you could hear the enchanting jingle of the music box, perfect to remind you of the love and magic that had blossomed between the two of you. And in that moment, when the world was aglow with festive cheer and the promise of a new year, you knew this would be a Christmas that would forever hold a special place in your heart.

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Word count: 1128

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[shixcherie]

Bunny Card Never Declines | Choi Jongho ☆

~ ~ call me chérie ☆

☆ Navigation | Kinktober List

☆ Day 14 : Lace and Leather

↬ [ Synopsis ] : After a messy breakup, Jongho seeks comfort in a charming bunny, unaware of the surprises ahead. Will this new pet awaken desires that blur the lines between affection and temptation?

☆ Word Count : 2.3k ☆ Genre : Smut, Some plot, Animal Shifter Au, Idol Au. ☆ Pairing : Idol! Jongho x Shapeshifter Bunny! F.Reader

☆☆☆ WARNINGS : Pure smut (18+), a bit of plot, Sub reader, Soft Dom Jongho, praise, lingerie, making out, neck kisses, pet names (bunny, baby), master kink, very graphical, bunny shapeshifter, pet/owner relationship, clueless bunny, kinda naive, reader speaks in third person ( in a few parts), unprotected sex ( don’t be so daring, wrap it up). {lemme know if I missed it }

NOTE : Day 14 is here, ma chéries! I decided to experiment with the theme a bit, keyword tried. This is my first time writing a bunny reader, so please go easy on me! I’d love any suggestions on how I can improve writing this kinda stuff.

His hyungs watched as Jongho hurriedly packed his bags right after rehearsals, almost as if he were rushing to catch a train. Since his recent breakup, Jongho had changed. He no longer stayed after practice, often ran home in a rush, and only hung out with the members once or twice a week.

The group assumed this was just his way of healing, and after he got a pet bunny, everyone figured he was fine. Truth to be told, he was doing better than expected. Spending time with the bunny he had name y/n, was the only thing keeping him sane after that messy breakup and hectic scedules for the comeback.

“Looks like Y/N finally replaced that stupid girl. My baby bro's happy again.” Mingi chuckled, watching the younger leave the room with bags slung over his shoulder and a shopping bag in hand.

“She’s just a bunny, man. But yeah, he does seem happier.” San chimed in, stating the obvious.

“He’s so happy he forgot to change out of that leather-ish outfit!” Seonghwa exclaimed, shaking his head as he watched Jongho leave.

Jongho was truly happy when he found the white bunny outside his house exactly five minutes after his girlfriend left after an ugly fight. He felt utterly hopeless in that moment, and with ATEEZ's comeback on the line, packed with a fuck ton of shoots, rehearsals, brand deals, and interviews, he needed something to distract him. He figured a pet could help, so he took the bunny in.

The cute bunny made him happy. Her playful antics, pretty face, and bunny tongue licks slowly helped him forget about the stupid girl who had broken his heart. He spent all his free time playing with her, day and night, after rehearsals. He named her Y/N. And that’s how you became his only hope, his light at the end of a dark tunnel.

But you were no ordinary bunny. You were a shapeshifter, capable of turning into a human at the command of your master, a human master with whom you formed a bond. That bond was created with Jongho on the day of his breakup when he took you in.

Jongho only discovered your shapeshifting abilities a few months ago when he came home late after a practice session and found a beautiful girl sitting on his kitchen island, flour all over her face, chomping on carrots and completely naked.

Your big bunny eyes, innocent yet with a glint of tempting invitation, captivated him. The first time he kissed you, his brain practically short-circuited from the intense sparks he felt—something he never thought was even possible. Your lips were soft and inviting, and don’t even get him started on that bunny tongue.Oh! that tongue could single-handedly show someone heaven on earth.

Whenever you shapeshifted, he loved putting you in one of his oversized hoodies, and the way you followed him around the house gave him a sense of warmth and comfort.

With you shapeshifting at his command, it wasn’t too hard to keep you hidden behind the guise of “just a pet,” but when you took your beautiful human form, that was a whole different story. As Jongho’s attachment to you grew, it didn’t take long before the two of you indulged in some spicy fun.

Your body responded to him like any human body would, his kisses gave you butterflies, his bites turned you on, and his hands roaming your body sent shivers down your spine. Every time his girthy cock entered your tiny hole, waves of pleasure coursed through your entire body, leaving you a moaning mess beneath him.

Each time he fucked you, your desire for him only grew stronger. Lust clouded your mind as you wagged your little bunny tail at his every command, eagerly fulfilling his every dirty desire.

Did you feel like he was taking advantage of you? No.

You loved how he cared for you, and you willingly indulged in him every time.

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"Khamsamida, madam." Jongho thanked the shop owner after purchasing the special outfit for you. It was lingerie. Luxurious, delicate, and embroidered with intricate lace. As he handed over his card, the shop owner smiled knowingly.

"You've got great taste. This piece will definitely make someone very happy," she remarked, carefully folding the delicate lingerie into a sleek, satin-lined gift box. "It's one of our finest sets, perfect for a special someone."

Jongho nodded, his mind already envisioning you in the outfit. He was getting a bit bored seeing you in his oversized hoodies all the time and thought this luxurious lingerie could, you know, spice things up even more.

When he got home, he found you lying on the couch, munching on some baby carrots while something random played on the TV. Dropping his things, he joined you on the couch, and you quickly snuggled into him, his warm embrace giving you immense comfort.

"Y/n missed Master Jongho." you exclaimed cutely as Jongho caressed your hair. Usually, Jongho hated doing lovey-dovey things like this, but one look at your innocent face and he was ready to give you anything that left your lips. It felt almost hypnotic, the way he fulfilled every single one of your wishes while your sweet voice addressed him as Master.

"I missed you too, pretty girl." he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. "I got you a gift. Wanna see?" he asked, his hands gently rubbing your back as you leaned deeper into his warmth.

Your eyes lit up instantly at the mention of a gift, you loved surprises. "A gift? For Y/n ?" you asked eagerly, shifting onto your knees. The movement caused the oversized hoodie to ride up, exposing a glimpse of your cute butt.

"Yeah, all for you," he said, nodding toward the bag resting on the table. Without hesitation, you made a beeline for it.

Opening the gift, you tilt your head as you pick up the lingerie set. “What is this ?” you asked him as you walked towards him. Clothes were something you became aware of after meeting Jongho so then, what is this new weird piece of cloth ? you wondered as you waited for Jongho to answer.

"This is something you wear. They're clothes." Jongho explained, his cheeks turning apple red, excitement building at the thought of finally seeing you in the lingerie set.

"Does Master Jongho like this?" you asked, your innocent question had him already feeling flustered as he nodded. "Then Y/N will wear it!" you smiled brightly, starting to pull off the hoodie when he quickly stopped you.

"Wait! Baby, you don’t put this on... in front of me." he stammered, grabbing your hands as you reached for the zipper.

"Why?" you asked, genuinely confused, tilting your head to the side.

"Oh, my baby bunny..." he began, trying to explain through his flustered state. "When someone gives you something like this, you go to another room, put it on, then come back and show them." he said, hoping to hide how much he was anticipating it.

"Oh, like a performance?" you asked, eyes lighting up with excitement. He nodded, relieved, as you sprinted off to the bedroom to put it on.

"Master Jongho, help!" you called from the bedroom, and he rushed in, heart racing. What he saw made his breath catch, you had pulled a playful prank on him, but you looked absolutely stunning in the scarlet lingerie. The sight would leave him daydreaming about you for weeks.

The lingerie hugged your body in all the right places, the soft lace perfectly framing your chest and enhancing the curves of your boobs, plumping them up. The satin straps draped over your shoulders, highlighting yourr delicate collarbone. The lace panties sat snugly against your hips, accentuating the curve of your waist and amplifying the softness of your thighs. Every inch of the fabric seemed designed to highlight your most alluring features, leaving nothing to the imagination yet teasing just enough to drive Jongho wild.

Admiring your beautiful form, Jongho stepped closer, each movement making your heart race with anticipation. "Do I look good, Master?" you squeaked softly as he towered over you.

Leaning in, his lips brushed against your ear as he whispered, "Good? You look absolutely breathtaking, baby." His warm breath on your neck sent shivers down your spine. His hands slid around your waist, pulling you tightly against him.

"Call me Jongho from now on, okay?" he murmured, and you nodded in response as he pressed a lingering kiss to your collarbone, sparking a fire deep inside you.

As Jongho’s lips grazed your neck, he began littering the soft skin with kisses, each one lingering, each one sending electricity through your body. His hands slowly made their way down, squeezing and massaging your ass cheeks as you arched into his touch. His breath was hot against your neck, and you couldn't stop the small gasps that escaped you with each firm squeeze of his hands.

“Jongho...” you whispered, struggling to keep your voice steady as his kisses grew more intense and demanding. While the idea of lingerie was fresh for you, ironically, making out was a skill you had perfected, earning a Ph.D. in the art of seduction. You understood exactly what your beloved Master craved, how he enjoyed your touch, and precisely when to take control, all thanks to the countless weird videos on some sketchy looking website you found on Jongho’s laptop.

Without a word, he pushed you backward, your back meeting the wall with a soft thud. His strong hands held you in place as he lifted one of your legs, wrapping it around his waist. You could feel the hardness of his member pressing against your wetness, the friction making you moan as he began to grind against you. His movements were slow, torturous, his hard length rubbing perfectly against your core, still barely concealed by the thin lingerie. Every grind, every press of his hips left you aching for more, desperate for the feeling of him inside you.

Jongho’s lips moved lower, trailing from your neck to your chest, before he sank to his knees. His dark eyes gleamed with hunger as they roamed over your body, the tight leather of his pants creaking softly as he knelt down.

He gripped your thighs, parting them, and without a word, buried his face between your legs. His mouth found your dripping cunt, juices leaking out just for him as his tongue worked skillfully, sending waves of pleasure through you. Your hand flew to his hair, tugging as he devoured you, juices flowing freely from your growing arousal as soft moans escaped your lips.

But Jongho wasn’t done. Rising to his feet, he placed a warm kiss on your lips, his eyes still hungry as he gently guided you toward the bed. His hands never left your body, caressing and guiding you as he laid you down. Climbing onto the bed, he pulled you on top of him, your legs straddling his waist. The heat between your legs still pulsed, but seeing him beneath you, still fully clothed in leather, only made your desire burn hotter. You were desperate for more.

You ground your clothed cunt against the hard bulge in his pants, the slick fabric of your lingerie creating delicious friction against the leather. Jongho’s hands gripped your hips, guiding you as you rubbed yourself against him, his head falling back as he groaned deeply.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” he muttered, his voice thick with desire. His eyes were locked on you, watching as you moved against him, your body rolling in perfect rhythm with his. The heat between you two was unbearable, and you couldn’t take it anymore.

Yanking his leather pants down, you positioned yourself above him, your fingers around his hard length as you lined it up with your entrance. Slowly, you lowered yourself, taking him in inch by inch, feeling the delicious stretch as he filled you completely. Jongho let out a low groan, his hands immediately cupping your breasts, his thumbs teasing your sensitive nipples through the thin fabric. “You feel so good,” he muttered, his voice thick with lust, as his hands roamed your body, never stopping their exploration.

The sensation of him inside you, thick and hard, made your head fall back, lips parting in pure pleasure. Jongho’s hands never stayed still, constantly caressing and teasing, sending sparks through your skin. His hips began thrusting up into you, perfectly timed to meet each roll of your hips. Every thrust hit just the right spot inside you, making you moan softly.

“Faster, baby.” Jongho groaned, his fingers tightening around your waist, as you to pick up the pace. The slickness between your thighs increased as you rode him, the sound of your skin slapping against each other filling the room.

His grip on your hips grew stronger, pulling you down harder, each thrust deep and intense. “That’s it… just like that,” he growled, his eyes locked onto your face, watching the way your body responded to him. His hands moved back to your breasts, kneading them, his thumbs circling your nipples, sending waves of pleasure through you.

The tension inside you built rapidly, your body trembling as you chased the high that felt almost there but still far out of reach. “Jongho..ahh…I need to..” you whimpered, your voice breathless as his cock drove you to the edge.

"Come for me, bunny." Jongho whispered, his fingers digging into your skin as he thrust up harder, faster. With your master’s command, the pleasure overtook you, your body trembling as you came hard around his thick length, waves of ecstasy crashing through you.

As he guided you through your high, Jongho reached his peak, groaning deeply as he followed you over the edge. His grip tightened on your hips, thrusts growing erratic until he couldn’t hold back any longer. With a deep groan, he buried himself inside you, releasing hot and deep, his body trembling as he spilled into you. Panting heavily, his forehead rested against you as you lay on top of him as both enjoyed this intimate pleasure together.

~ ~ Chérie ☆ signin’ off

Disclaimer : This is totally fictional and not a real depiction of the ATEEZ members. It's all just for fun only so please don’t take anything seriously and keep the mood light around here.

© ShixCherie.

[binniebeams]

The Sweetest Drink

Pairing: Jongho x AFAB Reader

Genre/Rating: Vampire AU, Smut, 18+. MDNI

Summary: Seeing the boost your friend gets after her late night adventures at a certain club, you decided to join her and see what all the fuss is about…

Wordcount: 2.4k

Warnings: Club settings, alcohol consumption, sexual conversations, blood, descriptions of feeding (Vampire). NSFW warnings under the cut.

A/N: This is so delayed but hopefully it lives up to any expectations!! Also my app crashed mid editing and formatting so there may be mistakes I missed! I’m so sorry!

Tags: @twisted-tales-of-all @yoonguurt @kwanisms @kpop-stories-21 @stardragongalaxy

NSFW Warnings: Vampire biting/feeding leading to sexual desire, fingering, bloody make-out session, fwb-ish relationship.

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It had only been a few years since the government released the information regarding their acknowledgment of vampires living among humans, following it with new laws and regulations to make living beside each other a safe and harmonious experience. Restaurants had to expand their menus, and grocery stores did not have to partner with blood banks or donation centers to ensure everyone was accommodated appropriately. Those are all wonderful options but once the sun sets and hunger arises, people resort to…less organized or regulated options… Underground clubs started to pop up left and right, causing a quiet stir among the more curious humans. One of them happened to be the very reason you found yourself sitting in front of your mirror and getting ready for a night out.

“I don’t know why you’re so nervous to go, I’ve been going for months” Kelly was on a whining spree again as you finished up your eyeliner. She was a regular at the club, forming a feeding pact with some guy she said was named Yeosang if you remember correctly-. A change was definitely noticed in her ever since she started seeing him, from her hair looking better, her skin being clearer, and this air of confidence coming from her every time she walked into a room as if she was commanding attention. You wanted that life so badly, you wanted even an ounce of the power she was oozing… “Oh I don’t know, maybe the idea of someone biting into me and sucking my literal blood out is just a bit nerve-wracking?” Your retort had her rolling her eyes in a playful demeanor as you both slipped your shoes on to head out. Clubs weren't really your thing, you were a homebody, and the idea of a bunch of hot and sweaty strangers grinding on each other just didn’t seem like your cup of tea…But here you were, standing at the door waiting for Kelly to pay your cover and get your hand stamped.

An intoxicating smell of alcohol and sweat filled your senses as you made it through the threshold of the building you questioned the structural safety of-. There was no time for trying to distract your mind with small worries like that, you felt yourself getting tugged to the bar where Kelly let out a sort of squeal from seeing her feeding mate “Yeosang!!” Oh boy, here we go, It's time for her to cling to this dude and have heart eyes while leaving you to the wind. “This is Y/N~ That friend I told you I was bringing for Jongho~” Jongho? Who the hell was that? Did she only bring you along to keep some guy company while she escaped off with Yeosang-. “Her? Yeah, I guess she fits his…type” What an ass, what did he mean by that? you were a catch so why did that feel so condescending? He was eyeing you up and down as if he was analyzing you, all the while he had your friend strung up on his arm.

Yeosang pulled out his phone and typed a few things, you could tell it was short and brief from the fact that his volume was on so the sound of his keyboard echoed in your ears when it should have been the blaring music attacking your drums. He didn’t seem to respond to what he had read on the screen, moving his phone to his pocket and whispering something to Kelly as you stood there like a child waiting to hear whatever mom and dad were talking about. You would never get the answer to the questions in your mind, since Kelly had pretty much begged Yeosang to escape away behind the curtain to what you could only assume were private rooms for whatever use seemed to be needed at the time. A roll of your eyes was paired with the sound of her happily being led away and leaving you there at the bar with your almost empty glass and an urge to order some shots.

“Y/N I’m assuming?” The voice that you heard beside you could only be described as blunt but buttery like he almost commanded you to look at him and that's exactly what you did. His eyes pierced into yours as he approached the bar and leaned against it in a way that indicated to you that he had definitely been here before. “And who is asking?” Your voice was laced with a tone of your guard being up, leaving you only to assume this is the ‘friend’ everyone had been mentioning… “Yeosang told me someone was coming and asked me to show you around.” Oh, he’s lying right through his teeth but your judgment was becoming slightly hazy, due to the mix of alcohol and being around him. Jongho could tell you were on edge so he went ahead and ordered a shot for you and waited for you to down it before gesturing for you to follow him. ‘Do you know what this place is for? I’m assuming you do since people don’t just stumble into a place like this”

Did he think you were dumb? Or just blissfully ignorant? If you wern’t so dead set on getting some action tonight, you’d yank your hand away and head to the dance floor. “I sort of have an idea, I just had no idea it was like…this?” There was a pause as you spoke, watching the curtains go past you as he lead you down the hall and your ears were immediately assaulted with sounds of pleasure mixed with pain and subtle cries coming from behind rows of doors. One of which was the threshold you would be stepping through and it was like the world was suddenly so quiet that you could hear your own heartbeat. “I’m not going to kill you, you don’t have to act like your ready to slap me” Jongho released your hand and moved to sit on the plush looking couch in the room, grabbing the drink menu off the small coffee table and starting to browse through as he left you to make yourself comfortable.

“I just uh, haven’t really done this before…” you slowly warmed up to your environment, deciding to make your way over and sit beside him but still at a reasonable distance to where he couldn’t immediately pounce on you. “I can tell, I’m guessing your friend convinced you, enticed you with what kind of place this was and how you would feel?” How did he know? He hit the nail right in the head-. Kelly would go on non stop about Yeosang and how the interactions felt and how it revitalized her in a way, is this just how it makes everyone feel? “She used to be more like me, I guess that’s why we became so close, but lately she’s seemed like a whole new person, like the better version of herself”. As you spoke, he kept his eyes on the menu and just offered subtle nods or small sounds of acknowledgment to your words.

“Did she explain to you how this happens exactly?” This is when he finally turns to you, eye starting to have a hint of red to them and an obvious darkness filling his gaze. “You just have to lay there and be good for me, give yourself to me and everything will go smoothly. Can you do that for me baby?” The distance between you two started to close and you had no idea what was taking over your body. Was it your growing neediness or was there something more to that tint in his iris?…either way, all you could do was nod obediently as he moved you to lay down, his body leaning over yours as he gazed over you to take a look at his…meal for the evening. “I need you to tell me this is okay, that you give consent my dear…” for someone who seemed like a predator looking at fresh prey, we was considerably cautious in the beginning. That is, until you uttered a quiet “I want this” then it was all self control out the window and his lips attached to yours for what felt like eternity but in reality was only a few moment before those plush lips of his were moving their way down to your jaw, then your neck, giving him the chance to get a hint of your sweet smell.

“Do you even realize how delicious you smell…god this is going to be fun” Jongho didn’t frequent the club much, so he made sure to take full advantage of the time he had here, fingers trailing down until the reach the bottom hem of your dress, expertly slipping it up as his attack on your neck continues and all you can do is let out the sweet song that he wanted to hear. Jongho shifted his body to where he was further down and his face was now near your thighs and burning core, exactly where you needed him as he laid kisses to your inner thigh and his fingers worked to slip your undergarments down and tossing them aside to be collected later. be collected later. They were not the primary focus, what was however, was the breath tickling your core and the fingers dancing dangerously close to your clit that was practically begging to be touched.

“Can you hurry up, it will be daytime by the time you get started..” the request, or demand rather, came out as just a whine and the flushed tone on your skin gave away at the fact that you didn’t actually want him to hurry and end this soon. In fact, this prompted him to take even longer, his thumb drawing slow antagonizing circles on your bundle on nerves as he spoke “For someone so quiet. You sure have your own way of being loud”. You could hear his smug attitude without even seeing his face with those words, his hands working expertly before one of his digits teased at your entrance, testing the waters in how you would react. Once he found a reaction from you that let him know you were ready, he slipped one finger in and let you get used to the feeling before continuing.

The cold touch of his skin felt like ice melting on you when your walls squeezed his fingers so deliciously, it brought a whole new sensation to your core and made you clench so sweetly as his lips did their job to explore your inner thighs. Was all of this necessary for Jongho to feed on you? No, but it sure as hell made it more fun. The next touch made you shift slightly, almost like your fight or flight was kicking in and your brain was in prey mode. Newer textbooks and scientific journals can do their best to try and describe the feeling of having your skin punctured by a vampire's fangs but they fall short in telling the full story. It starts with a burning sensation and what feels like a fourteen gauge needle breaking your skin but not deep enough to reach muscle quite like a vaccination or implant. Once the initial puncture was complete, his teeth receding to standard k-9s and the blood starting to flow past his slightly puffy lips and coating his tongue, inducing a groan from him that seemed so animalistic yet erotic at the same time…

The work he was doing with his fingers increased in pace as he sensed you tensing up from the likely pain you were starting to feel, adding an extra finger in and curling his digits pressing against that delicate pressure point inside of you that he knew would drive you crazy. Bloody lips pulled themselves away from your thigh. His gaze stabbed daggers into your expressions, watching the mixture of pain and pleasure overtake you as he spoke “That’s it, focus on me, not on your pain…you’re so good for me…” ironic coming from the guy that’s gripping your thigh as if you could float away and your blood painting his chin. Jongho was growing increasingly hungry but this time in a way that blood wouldn’t be able to satiate, he needed another essence of yours…that however, would take time, he didn’t want to have the whole meal right away.

A knot was quickly forming in your lower half, there was no denying that his hands were like a sculptor making his next piece of art. Pleasure washed over you as you unraveled, causing a smug smirk to decorate his mouth and make his features look all that more proud. The bit of your blood staining his lips was just a cherry on top of the overall look he had as you started to sit back up but your body felt so weak from the feeding and the end of your dry spell. “See, wasn’t so bad was it?” He prided himself in the fact that you wernt crying in pain and still managed to look fucked out from his fingers alone, wiping his mouth and helping you sit up and collect yourself. This rush of dizziness but satisfaction was all you could feel as you reached to grab your panties and slip back into them as he settled himself into the couch, watching your every move but also going back to that damn drink menu. Is this how all the interactions always went or was this only for the first one?

“Do I need to sign anything or is there anything else involved?” This was your way of trying to hint to him that you satisfied but also this lingering sense to be around him, almost like you two have bonded… “No but next time don’t wear lotion, it messes with the taste when I need to bite”. That damn smirk was going to be the end of you but you couldn’t help but smile to yourself mentally at the idea there was going to be a next time. Was it already having an affect on you? Only time will tell but one thing was for sure, this wasn’t going to be the last time you stepped behind that curtain. Now to find Kelly and actually get a club experience in before you needed food to replenish-. Hopefully she was done already, but if she wasn’t, you knew where you could turn…