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CHOI JONGHO FIC RECS

You can find other Ateez fic recs HERE!

I can't believe I finally finished a fic rec list for every member of ateez 😭😭 (even though i thought it would be done sooner but i was waiting for a comeback announcement AND NOW i am finishing this days before the release ☠️☠️) I just have to do part two's for each of them ha 🫠🫠 n e ways, cutie patootie jonggi is here!! my lil teddy bear that deserves all the love in the world 🥹🥹🥹 As always please show a lot a love to these authors!!!!

DISCLAIMER none of these works are mine and majority are MATURE 18+, please review all warnings before reading!!!

Key:

✨ - My Favs

🔥 - Smut (MINORS DNI)

⛈️ - Angst

💗 - Fluff

🍑 - Humor

SERIES

Aspects of Desire - @sxcret-garden 🔥💗Ongoing

I don't usually gravitate towards these kinks in fic, because its not my preference. Despite that, i love this fic!!!! what it does so incredibly well to me is the communication. everything about this is so intimate and there is so much care in how they love and respect each other 🥺🥺 this is just an amazing exploration into kink and i cant applaud it more 👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏

Whirlwind - @ennysbookstore ⛈️💗 Office AU ✧ Ongoing

how this authors writes any office/workplace au is so incredible 😩😩 the tension between these two is so interesting like they always bicker and get on each other's nerves but eat lunch together and like theyre so cute i looooove them 🥹🥹🥹🥹

Maudit - @songmingisthighs ⛈️💗🍑 Mythology AU ✧ Cursed!Jongho

idk how this author thinks of these plots that get me so fucking hooked with just mainly text threads like its crazy its so GOOD!!! like every character has interesting plots and each reveal im just sat staring at my phone like 😮

chained pt. 2 - @sunshineyuyu 🔥💗 College AU ✧ Friends to Lovers

while working on this list, i found out this had a part two i never read (it will be in the queue by the time this posts 🙏🙏) but that was one of the happiest surprises because this couple 😩😩😩 the tension was just 😵‍💫😵‍💫 i was yelling at my phone "JUST FUCK ALREADY" afgdghdfdfhhg

Break You Down + Build You Up - @sxcret-garden ✨🔥⛈️💗 Professional Dom!Reader

this was a life changing fic for me 😩😩 like considering how rare a sub!jongho fic is and just how much depth there is to this fic just wow👏👏👏 their dynamic is so good and how they get closer and how they become vulnerable with each other AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I FUCKING LOVE THEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ONE SHOTS/DRABBLES/ETC

receive nudes from Jongho everyday - @k-hotchoisan ✨🔥

the fact that the first jongho fic i reblogged is a fav is incredible BUT GOD I DONT CARE ITS SO FUCKING HOT!!! the idea of him just being randomly horned up and sending pics to you WHILE YOUR WORKING 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩 the visuals in this will genuinely never leave i need jongho posting gym selfies on insta like the other guys STAT!

Apricity - @atzfilm 🔥⛈️ Fantasy AU

Unprotected sex with Jongho - @k-hotchoisan 🔥

choi jongho boyfriend texts - @beenbaanbuun 🍑

edging jongho - @ateezscupid 🔥

cock warming w/jongho - @beenbaanbuun 🔥

minor nuisance - @everyonewooeverywhere 🔥⛈️💗

periods w/jongho - @beenbaanbuun 💗

touch and sketch - @k-hotchoisan 🔥 Artist!Jongho

adorable - @i-luvsang 💗

Day 19: Masturbation/Edging - @all-about-kyu 🔥

riding w/ jongho - @beenbaanbuun 🔥

break up with him - @byuntrash101 🔥⛈️ Infidelity AU

Adrenaline Rush - @mingtinysworld 🔥💗

oh shit, are we in love? - @mingigoo ✨🔥💗 College AU ✧ Basketball Player!Jongho

like i said in my reblog this is PEAK idiots to lovers asadffgfdgh THEYRE SO FUCKING ADORABLE!!! im totally fine and definetly not feeling even more single than normal after rereading this haha 😔😔😔😔😔

boyfriend texts 4 - @beenbaanbuun 🍑

random bf!jongho texts - @bombuni 🍑

for what it's worth - @kitten4sannie 🔥⛈️ Anti-Hero!Jongho

Cyberpunk - @sorryimananti-romantic ⛈️💗 Sci-fi AU ✧ Droid!Jongho

my goalie - @vampzity 💗 College AU ✧ Soccer Player!Jongho

Untitled - @sxcret-garden 🔥

boyfriend texts 5 - @beenbaanbuun 🍑

the fight w/ choi jongho - @beenbaanbuun ⛈️💗

random bf!jongho texts (pt.2) - @bombuni 🍑

Untitled - @bombuni 🔥

Back from the Dead - @essenteez ✨🔥⛈️ Vampire!Jongho

ive never been really into vampires (i blame that on never having a twilight phase 😔) but when its written good its just 🤌🤌 this is jongho is just so seductive like and the smut is so good ohmygod😵‍💫😵‍💫

the pool w/ choi jongho - @beenbaanbuun 🔥

Forever boy - @yun-fangz 🔥

...ramen before you go? - @mingigoo 🔥💗🍑 Neighbor AU

Untitled - @cuddlyjongho 🔥

do it by yourself - @domm1etae 🔥

Jongho twitter links - @yun-fangz 🔥

get close to me - @honeyhotteoks 🔥 Enemies to Lovers AU

Just one more - @mingtinysworld 🔥

halloween w/ choi jongho - @beenbaanbuun 🔥

random bf texts - @nightbeforethend 🍑

Feverish - @sxcret-garden 🔥

Phone Sex w/ Jongho - @everyonewooeverywhere 🔥 CEO!Jongho ✧ Sex Worker!Reader

Untitled - @bombuni 🔥

Untitled - @ateezscupid 🔥

say yes - @bombuni 💗 College AU

enticement - @bombuni 🔥

Untitled - @hongism 🔥

Untitled - @everyonewooeverywhere 💗

Untitled - @yun-fangz 🔥

first time with jongho - @vampzity 🔥

All Along, It's Been You - @yuyusbabygirl ✨🔥💗 Friends to Lovers AU

this fic 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 like how would you not fall in love with jongho AND HIS CONSTANT TOUCHING I WOULD START CRYiNG BEGGING HIM TO KisS ME 😩😩😩😩

Driven Wild - @crimsonbubble 🔥 CEO!Jongho

Untitled - @crimsonbubble 🔥

Untitled - @venusentranced 🔥

Always, Again - @yunholic-jongholic 🔥💗

Teasing Turns to Triumph - @yunholic-jongholic 🔥💗

cry for love - @koyagifs ⛈️

tear you apart - @bombuni 🔥

Baby, I'm Yours - @kysstar 💗

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anyway i've been mia for a while but also i'm claiming masterpiece..... ok bye again

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xdh fic recs please🙏

eeekk! I have so many, I'll only do 1-2 fics per author. However, I highly recommend checking out their other works!

My personal fav Xdinary Heroes fics:

Intervention- @plutoenjoyer

jooyeon x reader, fluff

Curious Pleasures - @minhosbitterriver

ode x reader, smut

When the Curtain Calls - @zeroseuniverse

ot6 x reader, mystery?

Quick be my boyfriend! - @gunilslaugh

gunil x reader, fluff

Three seats down - @junhanndee

junhan x reader, smut

Connection - @joocomics

jooyeon x reader, smut

No thoughts but riding nerdy hyeonjun's face - @jooillusion

junhan x reader, smut, imagine

Long story short - @joocomics

jungsu x reader, smut

five jooyeons or one five-year-old jooyeon? - @oddaesthetin

jooyeon x reader, fluff

Let me do it right - @xymphonies

gaon x reader, smut

Bunny ears - @lilacmingi

junhan x reader, fluff

Step one: make out - @slytherinshua

junhan x reader, fluff, v slight angst, suggestive

All yours - @koishua

jooyeon x reader, fluff

Young, ashamed, and foolish pt.1 - @xdhluvrs

gaon x reader, angst, smut

Honeybee - @xhfics

ode x reader, smut

"She's busy" xdh ver - @nightbeforethend

ot6 x reader, technically not a fic but I love it

Feeling Nice - @sxcret-garden

gaon x reader, smut

Entangled - @livthelobster

gaon x reader, smut

Tension - @xeraphony

jooyeon x reader, comfort, fluff

Boy Toy - @joocomics

jooyeon x reader, smut

Locked in - @gunilslaugh

jungsu x reader, drabble or one shot idk the difference tbh.

yeah, I may have done too much, but who cares?

Thanks for asking❤️ these are just the ones I revisit the most.

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Jungsu ღ Skip [M]

ღ Xdinary Heroes Jungsu x fem-bodied!reader ღ words: ~1.9k ღ genre & warnings: smut, dom!Jungsu, sub!reader, oral (reader receiving), unprotected sex, teasing, praise, orgasm control, mirror sex ღ reader: has a vagina, no description of chest, no pronouns used

Desc.: in which he so easily convinces you to skip a class you don’t really need to be at, and you let him.

Author’s note: If this seems familiar, this fic was originally posted to a blog I ended up deleting, and I decided to repost it here^^

"I gotta go get ready..." you mumble, tired eyes squinting at the morning sun falling through the thin curtains of the hotel room. So far you have no intention of actually getting up, but maybe if the guy currently resting his head on your shoulder with his arm snaked around your bare waist agreed that you should go do the responsible thing, you would.

Contrary to where your thoughts are leading you, he now lifts up his head, a sheepish smile spreading on his lips as you comb your fingers through his short hair, and when he shifts position to hover above you, legs entangled with yours, you know he's up to no good.

"But?" he asks, leaning in and brushing his lips against your jawline before burying his face in your neck to kiss you there. You throw your head back to give him better access, and he rewards you with a chuckle and teeth grazing your skin.

"Don't wanna..." you mutter as you give his hair a gentle tug. Jungsu looks up and directly at you, amusement reflecting in his gaze, and suddenly he seems wide awake despite the fact neither of you got a whole lot of sleep last night.

"Then don't," he hums as he lets his lips graze your sternum, and he starts kissing his way down your upper body. Hands holding onto your hips, he lingers in one place as he reaches your lower stomach, teeth nibbling on your skin as he looks up at you, expectant of what kind of reaction he would draw out of you. And it's not entirely an unexpected one, because you moan in response, eyes fluttering shut, and with each of his touches your body seems to become heavier and more unwilling to leave the comfortable bed.

"But...!" you attempt to protest still. 

"But what?" he chuckles, throwing you an uneven smile as he purposely uses his weight to press your hips further into the mattress, and mischief flares up in his eyes. "It's not that important, is it?" You did tell him that your first class today isn’t mandatory, and that you can afford to skip it. However, the state in which you told him this wasn't exactly the most clear-headed one, and with where he's taking this situation Jungsu also isn't making it easy for you to reevaluate your decision calmly. So you can't say anything, and he makes use of your silence to tease you some more. "Or, don't tell me, you'd rather I stop and let you leave?"

"No!" Your answer follows suit, maybe a little too quickly, because now there's a victorious grin plastered onto his face, and you feel heat rushing to yours. "I mean..."

"What?" he asks, dragging out the vowel a bit while not taking his eyes off you. You're the one looking away, as you turn your head in order to face the wall next to the bed instead.

"I'd rather stay with you..." you admit, speaking quietly, and he hums in response. 

"Just what I thought," he says, and the next thing you know is he's already getting comfortable between your legs, tip of his nose grazing your clit as his tongue gives you a few teasing kitten licks. And still it makes you shiver as he takes you by surprise.

"Jungsu..." you breathe his name, and as he flattens his tongue against your pussy, his eyes flutter shut.

"Taste so sweet..." he whispers, before dipping his wet muscle inside you, fingers digging into your sides to keep you in place.

"Shit-" you hiss at the sensation, and simultaneously you're overcome with a need for more. So you grind your hips against his face, and a mewl falls from your lips when he moans at your movement.

"Eager aren't we?" he teases, and he looks right into your eyes as he licks up a stripe to play with your clit for a while. Alternating between skilled movements with his tongue, and wrapping his lips around it to suck on it, he knows how to keep you on edge - literally, because everytime he switches things up he gives you a tiny break in between, just enough to have you coming back down from the pleasure so you wouldn't cum without his permission.

"Jungsu, please..." you mewl when the frustration is becoming too much to handle, but all you get from him is an amused chuckle.

"What, beautiful?" he asks, as if he didn't know exactly what you want from him.

"Please, let me cum..." you beg, but he seems to have other plans.

"Not yet," he answers, shaking his head, and then he kisses his way back up your body, until he's hovering directly above you, his lips a mere inch apart from yours. "I'm not done yet," he adds, and then he comes closer until he's kissing you. His pace is unhurried, yet he's demanding in the way he moves his lips against yours and eventually parts them with his tongue to lead over into an open mouthed kiss. You throw your arms around him, grasping his broad shoulders, and as you part you can see in the way he looks at you that he enjoys having you cornered like this. "Wanna cum for me?" 

"Y-yeah..." He kisses you again, this time with more fervour, his tongue dancing with yours causing your body to go up in flames, and you moan into his mouth as you feel him rolling his hips against yours.

"Ah-" you mewl when he pulls back, feeling his hard cock grazing your folds. He sits up, placing himself between your legs, and your gaze wanders his bare upper body. You take in the way his muscles work under the skin on his arms when he reaches for your thighs in order to direct you to wrap your legs around his waist fully, and you watch how his abs flex when he positions himself to push into you. There's barely a stretch when he enters you - you've been thoroughly prepped all night basically, plus his teasing alone was enough to leave you soaked. And yet you cry out louder than you would've wanted to, because he just feels so good inside of you, and you can't wait for him to fuck your brains out for the n-th time within the course of the last few hours up until now. 

He reaches for your hands, placing them to each side of your head as he wraps his fingers around your wrists and pushes you into the mattress. A small moan escapes him too when he starts thrusting, observing you closely, as you're lying there underneath him. 

"You like that, hm? Much better than your boring class..."

"Y-yeah..." you can't but agree as he fucks you at a slow pace. It's always like that with him - he goes just a bit slower than what you would like, to play with you for however long he pleases.

To stay in control.

"F-feels good..." you mewl. "M-more..." You try your luck, but the more you receive isn't what you had hoped for. He changes nothing about the slightly unsatisfying pace as he lowers himself so he could kiss your neck instead. "N-not there, Jungsu..." you warn him as he begins to nip at your throat, but your words lack impact.

"'M not leaving a mark, promise..." he mumbles, working his way further up and biting down on your earlobe instead, before coming back up and ceasing his motions. You whine when he pulls out of you, a little pathetically probably, but when you see the expression on his face filled with lust and need, you dare to hope. "Come here." He pats the space behind him, watching as you obey and crawl to where he wants you. "On your knees."

You do as told, getting on all fours while facing the big mirror covering a big part of the wall opposite the bed. You can see him kneeling behind you, and when he harshly grabs you by your hips to make you perk up your ass for him prettily, you gasp, suddenly feeling a lot weaker in your knees than just a few seconds ago. Jungsu doesn't seem up for wasting any more time, because as soon as you feel his tip prodding at your entrance, he pushes inside with a groan.

"Shit-" you curse, and he's quick to shush you.

"Pretty words, beautiful," he reminds you, with his lowered voice ringing in your ears. You can't think of anything smart to say, so instead you merely reply with a moan. In the mirror you can see him smirk as he begins pounding into you, and you can't get yourself to keep quiet anymore.

"Hnng... J-jungsu..." The only coherent thing you manage to produce is his name, and so you let yourself be taken while you moan it over and over again.

"Doing so good for me, beautiful..." The strain on his voice only serves to turn you on more, and when he reaches around you to play with your clit as he fucks you at a steady pace, you know he's serious now. "Look at yourself," he orders. "You're so pretty for me... couldn't have been this pretty for me in class, could you?"

"N-no...!" you sputter, hands digging into the sheets, and when you feel his hand suddenly pressing down between your shoulder blades and you fall face first into the mattress, you're almost pushed over the edge. "J-jungsu... please..." you mewl, your back prettily arched for him as he keeps going, filling you up so good and fucking you rough, just how you like to be handled.

"Please what?" he asks from behind you, sounding cocky.

"L-let me cum, please...! Can't take it..."

"Look at yourself, then," he reminds you, and you raise your head as far as your position allows, and seeing the powerless state you're really in does nothing to help you slow down the approaching high. "That's right," he praises you, and your walls clench around him. It really is about to be over for you, whether he gives you the okay or not.

"P-please! Please, please l-let me... c-cum...!"

"Then cum for me..." It takes him but a few more thrusts to throw you over the edge, having you crying out and shaking as you cum hard on his cock. He forces himself to pull out once you're coming down from your high, and with a few swift motions he has you rolled over, lying on your back as you watch him wrap his fist around his painfully hard length. His gaze drinking up the sight of your fucked out state, he groans at the feeling of him jerking himself off, and mere seconds later he's coming undone with a broken moan, covering your stomach with his seed. Sinking down onto his heels, he marvels at the image, giving both of you some time to catch your breath. Then he reaches for the paper towels placed on the bedside table to help you somewhat clean yourself up.

"How about a shower?" he suggests, helping you up into a sitting position and letting you lean your tired body against his as he holds you close with his arms around you.

"Sounds good..." you answer, slurring the words a bit and it makes him smile at you in adoration while he lifts his hand to cup your cheek with it, thumb brushing against your hot skin.

"You still wanna go to your class? You might make it if we hurry." You chuckle and shake your head.

"I think I'll skip," you say, and then you add after a pause, "And stay with you for a while longer."

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right??? Idk, i can just imagine him being into toying with his partner like that so well..... and of course!! Doms need reassurance too, and he definitely also wants his partner to get a pleasurable experience out of him being mean like that 👀

Thoughts on mean dom!Hongjoong

ღ Ateez Hongjoong x gn!reader ღ genre & warnings: smut headcanons, heavy dom-sub dynamic, implied cnc, he's a bit sadistic ngl... ღ reader: no descriptions of reader's anatomy, no pronouns used

mean dom!Hongjoong is MEAN mean...

enjoys messing with you and having power over you sooooo much

loves mocking and degrading you and then mocks you some more for how you get off on him talking down on you like that

this man will not be nice even if you beg for it, he will literally do with you what he wants and he has the ability to completely break you, until you're nothing more than a pliant and submissive pile of whimpers

makes you call him sir or master, and if you usually (when he's not being mean) call him daddy he'll shoot that down immediately - "Daddy isn't here, sweetheart. You've been bad, so better kneel for your master."

speaking of - he loves punishing you and being not nice about it; riling you up or even edging you only to then deny you your orgasm when he has you thinking he'll finally give you the release you desperately need at this point is one of his favourite ways to torture you

figures out your weaknesses over time and uses them all against you only to make you feel just how much control and power he has over you, and he'll do it with a shit-eating grin on his face too

loves putting you into a state of brainless submission and will mockingly call you his dumb baby once he's got you there, and then fuck you even more stupid than you thought was possible

mean dom!Hongjoong is rough when handling you, but he knows to slow down to test your patience and to simultaneously admire how pretty he thinks you are when you're completely under his spell

won't hesitate to use toys and other tools either - as much as he likes denying you pleasure, he also loves turning the pleasure into pain by using a toy on you to overstim you until you're writhing under his control, incoherent stutters escaping you as you beg him to stop

and don't get me started on handcuffs, blindfolds, ball-gags, literally anything to restrict you in some way... (and make you look and feel even more pathetic as he has his way with you...)

will of course establish multiple ways in which you can signal him that you really do need him to stop, like a safe word, a hand gesture, etc, and will snap out of it right away when you do use one of those - then he'll free you from any restraints he's put you in and make sure you're okay before continuing or calling it a day

aftercare is very important to him too, and as much as he will praise you for how well you did for him, he strikes me as the kind of dom who also needs a lot of reassurance and care after a scene, and repeated reminders that you enjoy what he does to you, even when playtime gets a bit more intense!!

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Omg thank you soso much 🥺🥺 i'm really glad you enjoyed it!!!

Yeosang ღ Puppy [M]

ღ Ateez Yeosang x fem-bodied!reader ღ words: ~2.1k ღ genre & warnings: smut (sub!Yeosang, dom!reader calls him “pup” and “puppy”, he’s blindfolded and his hands are tied together, unprotected sex (vaginal - reader receiving, anal - idol receiving), reader rides his face, reader puts on a strap halfway through, biting, humiliation, handjob, dry humping on a pillow, overstimulation, mention of safeword, breeding kink, dacryphilia, multiple orgasms (idol receiving)) ღ reader: has a vagina, no description of chest, no pronouns used to refer to reader

Desc.: in which you find that playing with your pup is the most fun when he’s at the verge of desperation.

Author’s note: Something that’s been sitting in my drafts for way too long tbh…!

Yeosang is kneeling before you on the bed, a black velvet ribbon tied prettily around his hands is keeping them in place behind his back. You have put a blindfold on him today, made of that same black fabric, and you've had your fun toying with his mind as you kept whispering to him all the ways in which you could ruin him, while at the same time not granting him a single touch of yours, until he reached the state he's currently in. His teeth clenched and head thrown back, a drop of sweat sitting on his forehead. His cock painfully hard and begging for some relief as his body trembles in expectation.

"What?" you say, a mocking tone underlying in your voice, but you speak softly. "Did you get that horny just from listening to me, pup?" Yeosang merely whines as an answer. It's a strained noise that leaves his lips, and you can see the way his eyebrows furrow in desperation. "Want some relief, hm?" you continue your teasing as you finally reach out to him. When your fingertip comes in contact with his bare chest he flinches, but soon he eases into your touch, even though you're just dragging your digit down his sternum. He sucks in a sharp breath when you take your hand away - you know he's filled with anticipation and you're wondering how to give him what he wants. 

"Such a desperate pup, aren't you?" You tease, and you manage to lure a low growl from his throat. You make up your mind, wanting to see what he would do if you were to simply let him take what he needs. "Here," you say, your voice gentle, as you reach out for his hand and you turn around to kneel right in front of him. "Use me." You're thrilled to see his reaction, and when he shuffles closer quickly, yet clumsily due to the restraints on his arms, you can't suppress a chuckle.

"So fucking cute," you mewl as you feel his tip between your folds, and you arch your back to give him easy access. Yeosang chokes on a moan when he realizes just how wet and ready you are for him, and when he pushes up into you with ease you can't suppress a mewl. Holding onto the bed frame you brace yourself for his thrusts, yet once he does start snapping his hips against yours from behind, you realize nothing could've prepared you for the force of his chase for a release.

"Shit, Yeo..." you curse, and you can feel his hot breath against your back as he leans in. You feel his weight on top of you, and when he sinks his teeth into your shoulder accompanied by a broken whine, more curses fall from your lips, mixed in with praise. "Fuck, didn't think you'd fuck me this desperately... greedy little pup..." His hips keep snapping into yours at a relentless pace and the noises he makes right beside your ear make your head spin, along with the painful sensation of him biting you. His thrusts are becoming less controlled in no time, as are his whines and growls, and just as he's about to spill into you, he bites down even harder. You groan from the pain, yet revel in the blissful feeling of having him cumming inside of you. You grant him a few moments to recover and to catch his breath, before you order,

"Off me." And he complies, almost thoughtlessly. "Onto your back." You watch him do as told, before you crawl on top of him and you position yourself so your core is right above his face. "Such a greedy little pup," you mutter as you run your hand through his disheveled hair. "Now be good and clean up the mess you made." You don't leave Yeosang any time to reply as you lower yourself so his lips touch your pussy. A few chaste licks before you bury your cunt in his face, and he moans at your taste while he extends his tongue to reach inside you. 

"That's right," you praise him, rocking your hips on top of him gently. "Lick me clean my puppy, and make sure there's not a single drop left." Yeosang mewls at your words, eagerly lapping up his own cum mixed with your juices while you do your best to angle yourself so the tip of his nose would graze your clit now and again. You massage his scalp with one hand while keeping yourself stable with the other, and the way he's hungrily using his tongue on you has you nearing the edge quickly.

"'S it taste so good, hm? You and me together?" you tease him, but instead of the whine you had expected he merely sends a deep, throaty moan right up your pussy. You shudder at the sound and the vibrations, and the way his tongue works inside you, licking your walls clean just like you had asked him to. "Fuck, don't stop..." you hiss through gritted teeth, grinding down on his face. At this point it must be hard for him to breathe, but still he keeps going like the obedient puppy he is, and the moans he sends up your core only serve to drive you more crazy. And then your high comes crashing down on you, shaking your body on top of him as you clench on his wet muscle and pull on his hair. He makes sure to fuck you through your orgasm, and when you come down from it you sit back on his chest for a short while to catch your breath.

"You did so well," you praise him as you ruffle your hand through his hair, and you earn yourself a whine from him. His lips glistening with a mixture of your and his juices, you smile at him fondly, but when you crawl off him and sit down beside him instead, you can see that his cock has once again grown to its full size.

"Oh? Don't tell me you're hard just from cleaning me up?" you tease, and you earn yourself a whine.

"C-can't help it," Yeosang stutters, licking the white fluid off his lips and swallowing it. "You taste so good," he adds, speaking more silently.

"Hmm? Well, what are we going to do about this?"

"M-more... please..." he begs, but you tut at him.

"I already let you fuck me earlier," you say. "Or... did you forget that, my dumb pup?" You place a hand on top of his stomach and he sucks in a sharp breath.

"N-no," he stammers, "d-didn't forget." You smile at him, before you reach for the pillow behind you and toss it to him.

"Turn around baby," you order and you watch him immediately struggle to get on his knees. "Use that, like the needy pup you are." He gets the pillow between his legs somehow, and as he falls forward and his chest hits the mattress, he doesn't hesitate to start humping it, despite his ears taking on a deep shade of red.

"So needy," you coo over him. "Humping a pillow so desperately just to cum one more time. Like a pup in heat." A broken moan slips past his lips at the humiliation behind your words, yet he doesn't stop. It's as if the position he's in only makes him even hornier. 

As he's busy chasing his own high, while his cock rubs against the soft fabric of the pillow cover, he doesn't take notice of you reaching over to where all your toys are hidden, choosing your favourite strap to put on along with a bottle of lube. Only when you're positioning yourself behind Yeosang with his ass perked up so prettily does he realize you're nowhere near done with him for today. He whines when your hand flies to his ass with a smacking sound, and with shaky legs he comes to a halt.

"That's a good pup," you coo, rubbing a few soothing circles onto the spot where you just spanked him before getting a generous amount of lube on your fingers. "Hold still for me," you order, and when your fingers find his hole he shudders. Him arching his back for you while spreading his legs apart a little further earns him a praise, and as soon as your digits are working to stretch him out, unintelligible whines fall from his lips. "Now it's time for me to breed you, isn't it?" you mutter darkly, and Yeosang replies with a whine. 

Once you find that you've prepped him enough, you align yourself with him, and as you watch your dildo disappearing in his tight hole little by little, he can't stop the little pleas and whimpers escaping him anymore. 

"I'll help you cum again, baby," you speak soothingly, running your palm up and down his back. "Relax and leave it to me, okay?" Yeosang nods, and as soon as you begin to thrust, his face contorts in pleasure. He's moaning at every single one of your movements, and with each time you pull almost all the way out only to snap your hips into his just like he had done to you not too long ago, his weeping cock grazes the pillow below him. The only difference is that his thrusts were desperate, searching for his own release above all else, whilst yours are calculated and swift. It doesn't take you long until he's a whimpering mess underneath you, with shaking legs and precum leaking from his tip. You know he won't last long, and that only makes you become more relentless.

"You gonna cum, my pretty pup?" You ask, fucking him at a quick pace. "Cum all over this pillow and soil it? Like the needy little whore you are?" The humiliation is what pushes him over the edge finally, and he cums all over the pillow with a broken moan that gets stuck in his throat. "Fuck, you're being so good for me," you say as you reach around him to wrap your fingers around his softening dick. He starts squirming underneath you when you start playing with it, making sure to focus on his tip where he's the most sensitive to be sure to overstimulate him properly. 

"T-too much," Yeosang whines and you notice the wet patches on his blindfold. "C-can't... t-t-take it..." But you don't stop. You know that even if he says he can't take it, he very much will take it, or he'd have already called the safeword on you, and forcing another orgasm out of him when he's already in such a broken state just isn't something you could resist. And so you keep going, you keep thrusting into him from behind and you keep moving your fist up and down his cock until you can feel it harden once again.

"Gonna make you cum all over again, my little pup," you say as you watch the tears make their way past the blindfold and down his cheeks as he repeatedly cries out. His whole body is trembling at this point, his face flushed, and his mewls are so desperate and sweet that you wish you could be doing this to him all night. "Shit, look at the mess you made, Sangie," you growl at him, the pace of your hand that's pleasuring him speeding up. "Gonna make it even worse, huh? Gonna cum again for me like the good pup you are."

"Y-yes...!" One word makes it past his lips in between all the pained and desperate noises. 

"You're so good for me, Sangie," you make sure to praise him as you watch him cry and mewl and squirm and occasionally buck his hips into your hand despite the overstimulation completely wrecking him. "Such a good puppy... and such a dirty one too..." You don't get to finish your sentence before he spills into your hand with an uncontrolled moan, his orgasm hitting him hard as his body convulses underneath you. This time you let him rest, pulling out carefully and then undoing the ribbon around his wrists and taking off his blindfold, before you help him roll over onto his back. You lie down beside him, letting him rest his head atop your chest and you comb your fingers through his hair gently as he cries out the remainder of the overwhelm stuck in his body.

"You did so well, Sangie," you make sure to whisper praises to him repeatedly, in between soft kisses to his forehead and the tip of his nose and all over his face. "You're such a good pup for me."

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right???? I'm such a sucker for whiny desperate boys, ESPECIALLY whiny desperate yeo 😔😔😔 i'm glad you enjoyed it too hehe <3

Yeosang ღ Puppy [M]

ღ Ateez Yeosang x fem-bodied!reader ღ words: ~2.1k ღ genre & warnings: smut (sub!Yeosang, dom!reader calls him “pup” and “puppy”, he’s blindfolded and his hands are tied together, unprotected sex (vaginal - reader receiving, anal - idol receiving), reader rides his face, reader puts on a strap halfway through, biting, humiliation, handjob, dry humping on a pillow, overstimulation, mention of safeword, breeding kink, dacryphilia, multiple orgasms (idol receiving)) ღ reader: has a vagina, no description of chest, no pronouns used to refer to reader

Desc.: in which you find that playing with your pup is the most fun when he’s at the verge of desperation.

Author’s note: Something that’s been sitting in my drafts for way too long tbh…!

Yeosang is kneeling before you on the bed, a black velvet ribbon tied prettily around his hands is keeping them in place behind his back. You have put a blindfold on him today, made of that same black fabric, and you've had your fun toying with his mind as you kept whispering to him all the ways in which you could ruin him, while at the same time not granting him a single touch of yours, until he reached the state he's currently in. His teeth clenched and head thrown back, a drop of sweat sitting on his forehead. His cock painfully hard and begging for some relief as his body trembles in expectation.

"What?" you say, a mocking tone underlying in your voice, but you speak softly. "Did you get that horny just from listening to me, pup?" Yeosang merely whines as an answer. It's a strained noise that leaves his lips, and you can see the way his eyebrows furrow in desperation. "Want some relief, hm?" you continue your teasing as you finally reach out to him. When your fingertip comes in contact with his bare chest he flinches, but soon he eases into your touch, even though you're just dragging your digit down his sternum. He sucks in a sharp breath when you take your hand away - you know he's filled with anticipation and you're wondering how to give him what he wants. 

"Such a desperate pup, aren't you?" You tease, and you manage to lure a low growl from his throat. You make up your mind, wanting to see what he would do if you were to simply let him take what he needs. "Here," you say, your voice gentle, as you reach out for his hand and you turn around to kneel right in front of him. "Use me." You're thrilled to see his reaction, and when he shuffles closer quickly, yet clumsily due to the restraints on his arms, you can't suppress a chuckle.

"So fucking cute," you mewl as you feel his tip between your folds, and you arch your back to give him easy access. Yeosang chokes on a moan when he realizes just how wet and ready you are for him, and when he pushes up into you with ease you can't suppress a mewl. Holding onto the bed frame you brace yourself for his thrusts, yet once he does start snapping his hips against yours from behind, you realize nothing could've prepared you for the force of his chase for a release.

"Shit, Yeo..." you curse, and you can feel his hot breath against your back as he leans in. You feel his weight on top of you, and when he sinks his teeth into your shoulder accompanied by a broken whine, more curses fall from your lips, mixed in with praise. "Fuck, didn't think you'd fuck me this desperately... greedy little pup..." His hips keep snapping into yours at a relentless pace and the noises he makes right beside your ear make your head spin, along with the painful sensation of him biting you. His thrusts are becoming less controlled in no time, as are his whines and growls, and just as he's about to spill into you, he bites down even harder. You groan from the pain, yet revel in the blissful feeling of having him cumming inside of you. You grant him a few moments to recover and to catch his breath, before you order,

"Off me." And he complies, almost thoughtlessly. "Onto your back." You watch him do as told, before you crawl on top of him and you position yourself so your core is right above his face. "Such a greedy little pup," you mutter as you run your hand through his disheveled hair. "Now be good and clean up the mess you made." You don't leave Yeosang any time to reply as you lower yourself so his lips touch your pussy. A few chaste licks before you bury your cunt in his face, and he moans at your taste while he extends his tongue to reach inside you. 

"That's right," you praise him, rocking your hips on top of him gently. "Lick me clean my puppy, and make sure there's not a single drop left." Yeosang mewls at your words, eagerly lapping up his own cum mixed with your juices while you do your best to angle yourself so the tip of his nose would graze your clit now and again. You massage his scalp with one hand while keeping yourself stable with the other, and the way he's hungrily using his tongue on you has you nearing the edge quickly.

"'S it taste so good, hm? You and me together?" you tease him, but instead of the whine you had expected he merely sends a deep, throaty moan right up your pussy. You shudder at the sound and the vibrations, and the way his tongue works inside you, licking your walls clean just like you had asked him to. "Fuck, don't stop..." you hiss through gritted teeth, grinding down on his face. At this point it must be hard for him to breathe, but still he keeps going like the obedient puppy he is, and the moans he sends up your core only serve to drive you more crazy. And then your high comes crashing down on you, shaking your body on top of him as you clench on his wet muscle and pull on his hair. He makes sure to fuck you through your orgasm, and when you come down from it you sit back on his chest for a short while to catch your breath.

"You did so well," you praise him as you ruffle your hand through his hair, and you earn yourself a whine from him. His lips glistening with a mixture of your and his juices, you smile at him fondly, but when you crawl off him and sit down beside him instead, you can see that his cock has once again grown to its full size.

"Oh? Don't tell me you're hard just from cleaning me up?" you tease, and you earn yourself a whine.

"C-can't help it," Yeosang stutters, licking the white fluid off his lips and swallowing it. "You taste so good," he adds, speaking more silently.

"Hmm? Well, what are we going to do about this?"

"M-more... please..." he begs, but you tut at him.

"I already let you fuck me earlier," you say. "Or... did you forget that, my dumb pup?" You place a hand on top of his stomach and he sucks in a sharp breath.

"N-no," he stammers, "d-didn't forget." You smile at him, before you reach for the pillow behind you and toss it to him.

"Turn around baby," you order and you watch him immediately struggle to get on his knees. "Use that, like the needy pup you are." He gets the pillow between his legs somehow, and as he falls forward and his chest hits the mattress, he doesn't hesitate to start humping it, despite his ears taking on a deep shade of red.

"So needy," you coo over him. "Humping a pillow so desperately just to cum one more time. Like a pup in heat." A broken moan slips past his lips at the humiliation behind your words, yet he doesn't stop. It's as if the position he's in only makes him even hornier. 

As he's busy chasing his own high, while his cock rubs against the soft fabric of the pillow cover, he doesn't take notice of you reaching over to where all your toys are hidden, choosing your favourite strap to put on along with a bottle of lube. Only when you're positioning yourself behind Yeosang with his ass perked up so prettily does he realize you're nowhere near done with him for today. He whines when your hand flies to his ass with a smacking sound, and with shaky legs he comes to a halt.

"That's a good pup," you coo, rubbing a few soothing circles onto the spot where you just spanked him before getting a generous amount of lube on your fingers. "Hold still for me," you order, and when your fingers find his hole he shudders. Him arching his back for you while spreading his legs apart a little further earns him a praise, and as soon as your digits are working to stretch him out, unintelligible whines fall from his lips. "Now it's time for me to breed you, isn't it?" you mutter darkly, and Yeosang replies with a whine. 

Once you find that you've prepped him enough, you align yourself with him, and as you watch your dildo disappearing in his tight hole little by little, he can't stop the little pleas and whimpers escaping him anymore. 

"I'll help you cum again, baby," you speak soothingly, running your palm up and down his back. "Relax and leave it to me, okay?" Yeosang nods, and as soon as you begin to thrust, his face contorts in pleasure. He's moaning at every single one of your movements, and with each time you pull almost all the way out only to snap your hips into his just like he had done to you not too long ago, his weeping cock grazes the pillow below him. The only difference is that his thrusts were desperate, searching for his own release above all else, whilst yours are calculated and swift. It doesn't take you long until he's a whimpering mess underneath you, with shaking legs and precum leaking from his tip. You know he won't last long, and that only makes you become more relentless.

"You gonna cum, my pretty pup?" You ask, fucking him at a quick pace. "Cum all over this pillow and soil it? Like the needy little whore you are?" The humiliation is what pushes him over the edge finally, and he cums all over the pillow with a broken moan that gets stuck in his throat. "Fuck, you're being so good for me," you say as you reach around him to wrap your fingers around his softening dick. He starts squirming underneath you when you start playing with it, making sure to focus on his tip where he's the most sensitive to be sure to overstimulate him properly. 

"T-too much," Yeosang whines and you notice the wet patches on his blindfold. "C-can't... t-t-take it..." But you don't stop. You know that even if he says he can't take it, he very much will take it, or he'd have already called the safeword on you, and forcing another orgasm out of him when he's already in such a broken state just isn't something you could resist. And so you keep going, you keep thrusting into him from behind and you keep moving your fist up and down his cock until you can feel it harden once again.

"Gonna make you cum all over again, my little pup," you say as you watch the tears make their way past the blindfold and down his cheeks as he repeatedly cries out. His whole body is trembling at this point, his face flushed, and his mewls are so desperate and sweet that you wish you could be doing this to him all night. "Shit, look at the mess you made, Sangie," you growl at him, the pace of your hand that's pleasuring him speeding up. "Gonna make it even worse, huh? Gonna cum again for me like the good pup you are."

"Y-yes...!" One word makes it past his lips in between all the pained and desperate noises. 

"You're so good for me, Sangie," you make sure to praise him as you watch him cry and mewl and squirm and occasionally buck his hips into your hand despite the overstimulation completely wrecking him. "Such a good puppy... and such a dirty one too..." You don't get to finish your sentence before he spills into your hand with an uncontrolled moan, his orgasm hitting him hard as his body convulses underneath you. This time you let him rest, pulling out carefully and then undoing the ribbon around his wrists and taking off his blindfold, before you help him roll over onto his back. You lie down beside him, letting him rest his head atop your chest and you comb your fingers through his hair gently as he cries out the remainder of the overwhelm stuck in his body.

"You did so well, Sangie," you make sure to whisper praises to him repeatedly, in between soft kisses to his forehead and the tip of his nose and all over his face. "You're such a good pup for me."

Taglist:

@aaa-sia @xhfics @wooyoungisbaby @winklehwa @asianpenguin04

@certifiedmoa @bunnyluvr25

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Yeosang ღ Puppy [M]

ღ Ateez Yeosang x fem-bodied!reader ღ words: ~2.1k ღ genre & warnings: smut (sub!Yeosang, dom!reader calls him “pup” and “puppy”, he’s blindfolded and his hands are tied together, unprotected sex (vaginal - reader receiving, anal - idol receiving), reader rides his face, reader puts on a strap halfway through, biting, humiliation, handjob, dry humping on a pillow, overstimulation, mention of safeword, breeding kink, dacryphilia, multiple orgasms (idol receiving)) ღ reader: has a vagina, no description of chest, no pronouns used to refer to reader

Desc.: in which you find that playing with your pup is the most fun when he’s at the verge of desperation.

Author’s note: Something that’s been sitting in my drafts for way too long tbh…!

Yeosang is kneeling before you on the bed, a black velvet ribbon tied prettily around his hands is keeping them in place behind his back. You have put a blindfold on him today, made of that same black fabric, and you've had your fun toying with his mind as you kept whispering to him all the ways in which you could ruin him, while at the same time not granting him a single touch of yours, until he reached the state he's currently in. His teeth clenched and head thrown back, a drop of sweat sitting on his forehead. His cock painfully hard and begging for some relief as his body trembles in expectation.

"What?" you say, a mocking tone underlying in your voice, but you speak softly. "Did you get that horny just from listening to me, pup?" Yeosang merely whines as an answer. It's a strained noise that leaves his lips, and you can see the way his eyebrows furrow in desperation. "Want some relief, hm?" you continue your teasing as you finally reach out to him. When your fingertip comes in contact with his bare chest he flinches, but soon he eases into your touch, even though you're just dragging your digit down his sternum. He sucks in a sharp breath when you take your hand away - you know he's filled with anticipation and you're wondering how to give him what he wants. 

"Such a desperate pup, aren't you?" You tease, and you manage to lure a low growl from his throat. You make up your mind, wanting to see what he would do if you were to simply let him take what he needs. "Here," you say, your voice gentle, as you reach out for his hand and you turn around to kneel right in front of him. "Use me." You're thrilled to see his reaction, and when he shuffles closer quickly, yet clumsily due to the restraints on his arms, you can't suppress a chuckle.

"So fucking cute," you mewl as you feel his tip between your folds, and you arch your back to give him easy access. Yeosang chokes on a moan when he realizes just how wet and ready you are for him, and when he pushes up into you with ease you can't suppress a mewl. Holding onto the bed frame you brace yourself for his thrusts, yet once he does start snapping his hips against yours from behind, you realize nothing could've prepared you for the force of his chase for a release.

"Shit, Yeo..." you curse, and you can feel his hot breath against your back as he leans in. You feel his weight on top of you, and when he sinks his teeth into your shoulder accompanied by a broken whine, more curses fall from your lips, mixed in with praise. "Fuck, didn't think you'd fuck me this desperately... greedy little pup..." His hips keep snapping into yours at a relentless pace and the noises he makes right beside your ear make your head spin, along with the painful sensation of him biting you. His thrusts are becoming less controlled in no time, as are his whines and growls, and just as he's about to spill into you, he bites down even harder. You groan from the pain, yet revel in the blissful feeling of having him cumming inside of you. You grant him a few moments to recover and to catch his breath, before you order,

"Off me." And he complies, almost thoughtlessly. "Onto your back." You watch him do as told, before you crawl on top of him and you position yourself so your core is right above his face. "Such a greedy little pup," you mutter as you run your hand through his disheveled hair. "Now be good and clean up the mess you made." You don't leave Yeosang any time to reply as you lower yourself so his lips touch your pussy. A few chaste licks before you bury your cunt in his face, and he moans at your taste while he extends his tongue to reach inside you. 

"That's right," you praise him, rocking your hips on top of him gently. "Lick me clean my puppy, and make sure there's not a single drop left." Yeosang mewls at your words, eagerly lapping up his own cum mixed with your juices while you do your best to angle yourself so the tip of his nose would graze your clit now and again. You massage his scalp with one hand while keeping yourself stable with the other, and the way he's hungrily using his tongue on you has you nearing the edge quickly.

"'S it taste so good, hm? You and me together?" you tease him, but instead of the whine you had expected he merely sends a deep, throaty moan right up your pussy. You shudder at the sound and the vibrations, and the way his tongue works inside you, licking your walls clean just like you had asked him to. "Fuck, don't stop..." you hiss through gritted teeth, grinding down on his face. At this point it must be hard for him to breathe, but still he keeps going like the obedient puppy he is, and the moans he sends up your core only serve to drive you more crazy. And then your high comes crashing down on you, shaking your body on top of him as you clench on his wet muscle and pull on his hair. He makes sure to fuck you through your orgasm, and when you come down from it you sit back on his chest for a short while to catch your breath.

"You did so well," you praise him as you ruffle your hand through his hair, and you earn yourself a whine from him. His lips glistening with a mixture of your and his juices, you smile at him fondly, but when you crawl off him and sit down beside him instead, you can see that his cock has once again grown to its full size.

"Oh? Don't tell me you're hard just from cleaning me up?" you tease, and you earn yourself a whine.

"C-can't help it," Yeosang stutters, licking the white fluid off his lips and swallowing it. "You taste so good," he adds, speaking more silently.

"Hmm? Well, what are we going to do about this?"

"M-more... please..." he begs, but you tut at him.

"I already let you fuck me earlier," you say. "Or... did you forget that, my dumb pup?" You place a hand on top of his stomach and he sucks in a sharp breath.

"N-no," he stammers, "d-didn't forget." You smile at him, before you reach for the pillow behind you and toss it to him.

"Turn around baby," you order and you watch him immediately struggle to get on his knees. "Use that, like the needy pup you are." He gets the pillow between his legs somehow, and as he falls forward and his chest hits the mattress, he doesn't hesitate to start humping it, despite his ears taking on a deep shade of red.

"So needy," you coo over him. "Humping a pillow so desperately just to cum one more time. Like a pup in heat." A broken moan slips past his lips at the humiliation behind your words, yet he doesn't stop. It's as if the position he's in only makes him even hornier. 

As he's busy chasing his own high, while his cock rubs against the soft fabric of the pillow cover, he doesn't take notice of you reaching over to where all your toys are hidden, choosing your favourite strap to put on along with a bottle of lube. Only when you're positioning yourself behind Yeosang with his ass perked up so prettily does he realize you're nowhere near done with him for today. He whines when your hand flies to his ass with a smacking sound, and with shaky legs he comes to a halt.

"That's a good pup," you coo, rubbing a few soothing circles onto the spot where you just spanked him before getting a generous amount of lube on your fingers. "Hold still for me," you order, and when your fingers find his hole he shudders. Him arching his back for you while spreading his legs apart a little further earns him a praise, and as soon as your digits are working to stretch him out, unintelligible whines fall from his lips. "Now it's time for me to breed you, isn't it?" you mutter darkly, and Yeosang replies with a whine. 

Once you find that you've prepped him enough, you align yourself with him, and as you watch your dildo disappearing in his tight hole little by little, he can't stop the little pleas and whimpers escaping him anymore. 

"I'll help you cum again, baby," you speak soothingly, running your palm up and down his back. "Relax and leave it to me, okay?" Yeosang nods, and as soon as you begin to thrust, his face contorts in pleasure. He's moaning at every single one of your movements, and with each time you pull almost all the way out only to snap your hips into his just like he had done to you not too long ago, his weeping cock grazes the pillow below him. The only difference is that his thrusts were desperate, searching for his own release above all else, whilst yours are calculated and swift. It doesn't take you long until he's a whimpering mess underneath you, with shaking legs and precum leaking from his tip. You know he won't last long, and that only makes you become more relentless.

"You gonna cum, my pretty pup?" You ask, fucking him at a quick pace. "Cum all over this pillow and soil it? Like the needy little whore you are?" The humiliation is what pushes him over the edge finally, and he cums all over the pillow with a broken moan that gets stuck in his throat. "Fuck, you're being so good for me," you say as you reach around him to wrap your fingers around his softening dick. He starts squirming underneath you when you start playing with it, making sure to focus on his tip where he's the most sensitive to be sure to overstimulate him properly. 

"T-too much," Yeosang whines and you notice the wet patches on his blindfold. "C-can't... t-t-take it..." But you don't stop. You know that even if he says he can't take it, he very much will take it, or he'd have already called the safeword on you, and forcing another orgasm out of him when he's already in such a broken state just isn't something you could resist. And so you keep going, you keep thrusting into him from behind and you keep moving your fist up and down his cock until you can feel it harden once again.

"Gonna make you cum all over again, my little pup," you say as you watch the tears make their way past the blindfold and down his cheeks as he repeatedly cries out. His whole body is trembling at this point, his face flushed, and his mewls are so desperate and sweet that you wish you could be doing this to him all night. "Shit, look at the mess you made, Sangie," you growl at him, the pace of your hand that's pleasuring him speeding up. "Gonna make it even worse, huh? Gonna cum again for me like the good pup you are."

"Y-yes...!" One word makes it past his lips in between all the pained and desperate noises. 

"You're so good for me, Sangie," you make sure to praise him as you watch him cry and mewl and squirm and occasionally buck his hips into your hand despite the overstimulation completely wrecking him. "Such a good puppy... and such a dirty one too..." You don't get to finish your sentence before he spills into your hand with an uncontrolled moan, his orgasm hitting him hard as his body convulses underneath you. This time you let him rest, pulling out carefully and then undoing the ribbon around his wrists and taking off his blindfold, before you help him roll over onto his back. You lie down beside him, letting him rest his head atop your chest and you comb your fingers through his hair gently as he cries out the remainder of the overwhelm stuck in his body.

"You did so well, Sangie," you make sure to whisper praises to him repeatedly, in between soft kisses to his forehead and the tip of his nose and all over his face. "You're such a good pup for me."

Taglist:

@aaa-sia @xhfics @wooyoungisbaby @winklehwa @asianpenguin04

@certifiedmoa @bunnyluvr25

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Gaon ღ Feeling Nice [M]

ღ Xdinary Heroes Gaon x fem-bodied!reader ღ words: ~1.5k ღ genre & warnings: smut, sub!Gaon, dom!reader, (implied) situationship, oral (reader receiving), praise (idol receiving) ღ reader: has a vagina, no other descriptions of reader's body, no pronouns used

Desc.: in which you’re frustrated and run to the one person who seems to always make it better.

Author’s note: If this seems familiar, this fic is a repost from another blog that I ended up deleting a while back!^^

"Can I come over?"

"Of course."

"Be there in 10."

With the bundle of emotions you've been bottling up all day running through your veins, you shove your phone into the pocket of your jacket and grab a few other things - your keys and your wallet. As for spare clothes, you have them at his place anyway. Then you storm out the door, not caring about bothering your neighbours with the loud noise it makes when it ungently falls into its lock.

10 minutes is probably cutting it close, since the train to his place takes about 9, and adding to that the way from your flat to the station, and then from the other station to his apartment, it'll probably be closer to 20, but you know he wouldn't be mad about you making him wait. Plus, with all the frustration, sadness and disappointment turning to anger the longer you keep it all inside, you tend to walk faster anyway, your jaw clenched, hands having formed fists that make your knuckles grow white.

You can't think about anything else but your goal - him - and though it may not soothe your mind, it at least serves as a distraction from the events of the day. And so the minutes pass, and with each of them you come a little closer to where you long to be, until you're standing at his doorstep, and mere seconds after ringing the bell he opens up, the puppy-like look he gives you as he sees the state you're in stirring up a whole storm of emotions deep inside of you.

"Y/N." Jiseok speaks your name, seemingly calmly, but you don't miss the way his voice shakes at the end of it. You also don't miss the way his gaze wanders from your eyes to your mouth to your neck and your chest, taking you in as his lips slightly part, and then returning to your face as he invites you in wordlessly. He knows what's about to come, and as soon as he's closed the door behind you, concern mixes with lust in his eyes as you push him up against it. Fists digging into his simple dark blue T-shirt, you feel some of the pressure leaving you. He reaches for your wrists, wrapping his fingers around them and applying just a bit of pressure as he forces you to take a step back with him.

"You need a distraction?" he asks, already drunk on you as he lets his lips hover closely above yours, and you feel his hot breath on your skin.

"Badly," you say, swallowing the sadness that's about to spill from your eyes in the form of tears, and instead you lean in to kiss him. He's so gentle when he moves his lips against yours, his hands finding purchase on your waist, and yet you feel that he wants you. No, he needs you.

Kicking off your shoes, you stumble towards the small living room, and you don't make it any further than that. Bodies entangled, your limbs do not want to let go of the other until he eventually lets you fall back onto the sofa. He remains standing for another heated kiss, though you force him to part from you as you push him down by his shoulders.

"Jiseok..." you whisper his name, and you watch him gulp as he gets down onto his knees for you. 

"What is it...?" he mouths, his palms now resting on your thighs as he peers up at you through his bangs. You gather the strands of hair in between your digits, combing them through his locks as you push them out of the way so you could take in his face wholly. You love the way he adores you, even just with the looks he gives you, and maybe that's part of the reason why you seem to be so prone to always coming back to him.

"Make me feel nice," you speak, massaging his scalp with your fingertips and feeling him melt a little under the gentle touch. 

"Okay," Jiseok whispers, and he wastes no time as he unbuttons your jeans with his slender fingers. You wiggle out of them plus your underwear with his assistance, as he removes them with one swift movement and he tosses them to the side. "Spread your legs for me, baby," he says, and you do as told. With your hand still tangled up in his hair, you watch as he scatters kisses all over the insides of your thighs, forcing himself to take things slow, but eventually becoming sloppy from the need to taste you taking over him.

"Shit..." you hiss a curse when the tip of his nose grazes your folds and you throw your head back. "So eager today, hm...?"

"Mhm..." he can only hum in response as he extends his tongue to lick up a stripe, an electric impulse coursing through you. Heat gathers at your core, and you let the pleasure cloud your mind, suddenly making all the negative thoughts and memories seem so far away.

"Good boy..." you mumble as he repeats the motion of his tongue, and you wiggle just a little closer to him. "Such a good boy for me." A small moan escapes him as he flattens his tongue, pressing the wet muscle against your core and giving your clit some attention. You continue running your fingers through his hair in response, knowing he likes the sensation, and when he slips the tip of his tongue inside you, you let out a groan.

"Taste so good..." he mutters as he pulls back out, glancing up at you to find you letting out a shaky breath full of anticipation. 

"More," you command, in no more than a whisper. "Make me forget..." And he sure knows how, because he doesn't hesitate to bury his face in your cunt, licking up your juices delicately, before hungrily letting his tongue disappear right inside you. You're seeing stars from the feeling of his wet muscle pressing against your walls, his nose rubbing on your clit as he grasps at your thighs, digging his nails into your flesh. A slight pain mixes in with the pleasure, and you can't help but roll your hips against him, and the image of half his face disappearing in your pussy has you growling another curse.

"Shit, you're doing so good... so good for me..." Relishing in the praise, Jiseok becomes more eager yet, his gaze up at your face intense and filled with anticipation for the taste of your release. His tongue working inside of you is almost enough to get you there, just a little more, a little while longer.

"Fu-... Jiseok-" his name falls from your lips involuntarily as you feel your high fast approaching, fingers clenching around his locks, and your head emptied of anything and everything that isn't him. He hums in response, his voice sounding so pretty to your ears, and the vibrations spreading through your core so sweetly. "Gonna cum..." you let him know through gritted teeth, and then you clench around his wet muscle, the pleasure shaking you whole. Holding onto his hair so tightly, you let the orgasm overwhelm you, and he helps you ride it out until you're both out of breath and he finally parts from you.

"Shit, you're amazing..." you whisper in the afterglow of your climax, and you shudder when he goes back in to lick up your juices. "Careful," you warn him, and he closely monitors your facial expressions as he cleans you up. "I needed that," you eventually add, as he sits on the sofa next to you, rubbing your thigh with one hand and having his other arm thrown around your shoulder as he just can't leave you alone. You turn to look at him - he, who's been there for you during the good and the bad times. He, who you always seem to run to lately. He, who's more than a friend, and even though you know he's slowly but surely falling for you, you can't quite let your own heart fall for him yet. You don't dwell on the question why for now, and instead lean into him, his embrace providing a safe haven for you. He takes your hand into his, pressing the lower half of his face against your temples as if trying to sneak a kiss in without you noticing, and you let him. 

"I love you." - He doesn't say it, but the words echo in each of his gestures, and as you watch his fingers snaking around yours, holding onto your hand more and more tightly, you ask yourself if just maybe the time has come for you to give him a real chance. To not only let yourself be loved, but to finally love back.

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Gaon ღ Feeling Nice [M]

ღ Xdinary Heroes Gaon x fem-bodied!reader ღ words: ~1.5k ღ genre & warnings: smut, sub!Gaon, dom!reader, (implied) situationship, oral (reader receiving), praise (idol receiving) ღ reader: has a vagina, no other descriptions of reader's body, no pronouns used

Desc.: in which you’re frustrated and run to the one person who seems to always make it better.

Author’s note: If this seems familiar, this fic is a repost from another blog that I ended up deleting a while back!^^

"Can I come over?"

"Of course."

"Be there in 10."

With the bundle of emotions you've been bottling up all day running through your veins, you shove your phone into the pocket of your jacket and grab a few other things - your keys and your wallet. As for spare clothes, you have them at his place anyway. Then you storm out the door, not caring about bothering your neighbours with the loud noise it makes when it ungently falls into its lock.

10 minutes is probably cutting it close, since the train to his place takes about 9, and adding to that the way from your flat to the station, and then from the other station to his apartment, it'll probably be closer to 20, but you know he wouldn't be mad about you making him wait. Plus, with all the frustration, sadness and disappointment turning to anger the longer you keep it all inside, you tend to walk faster anyway, your jaw clenched, hands having formed fists that make your knuckles grow white.

You can't think about anything else but your goal - him - and though it may not soothe your mind, it at least serves as a distraction from the events of the day. And so the minutes pass, and with each of them you come a little closer to where you long to be, until you're standing at his doorstep, and mere seconds after ringing the bell he opens up, the puppy-like look he gives you as he sees the state you're in stirring up a whole storm of emotions deep inside of you.

"Y/N." Jiseok speaks your name, seemingly calmly, but you don't miss the way his voice shakes at the end of it. You also don't miss the way his gaze wanders from your eyes to your mouth to your neck and your chest, taking you in as his lips slightly part, and then returning to your face as he invites you in wordlessly. He knows what's about to come, and as soon as he's closed the door behind you, concern mixes with lust in his eyes as you push him up against it. Fists digging into his simple dark blue T-shirt, you feel some of the pressure leaving you. He reaches for your wrists, wrapping his fingers around them and applying just a bit of pressure as he forces you to take a step back with him.

"You need a distraction?" he asks, already drunk on you as he lets his lips hover closely above yours, and you feel his hot breath on your skin.

"Badly," you say, swallowing the sadness that's about to spill from your eyes in the form of tears, and instead you lean in to kiss him. He's so gentle when he moves his lips against yours, his hands finding purchase on your waist, and yet you feel that he wants you. No, he needs you.

Kicking off your shoes, you stumble towards the small living room, and you don't make it any further than that. Bodies entangled, your limbs do not want to let go of the other until he eventually lets you fall back onto the sofa. He remains standing for another heated kiss, though you force him to part from you as you push him down by his shoulders.

"Jiseok..." you whisper his name, and you watch him gulp as he gets down onto his knees for you. 

"What is it...?" he mouths, his palms now resting on your thighs as he peers up at you through his bangs. You gather the strands of hair in between your digits, combing them through his locks as you push them out of the way so you could take in his face wholly. You love the way he adores you, even just with the looks he gives you, and maybe that's part of the reason why you seem to be so prone to always coming back to him.

"Make me feel nice," you speak, massaging his scalp with your fingertips and feeling him melt a little under the gentle touch. 

"Okay," Jiseok whispers, and he wastes no time as he unbuttons your jeans with his slender fingers. You wiggle out of them plus your underwear with his assistance, as he removes them with one swift movement and he tosses them to the side. "Spread your legs for me, baby," he says, and you do as told. With your hand still tangled up in his hair, you watch as he scatters kisses all over the insides of your thighs, forcing himself to take things slow, but eventually becoming sloppy from the need to taste you taking over him.

"Shit..." you hiss a curse when the tip of his nose grazes your folds and you throw your head back. "So eager today, hm...?"

"Mhm..." he can only hum in response as he extends his tongue to lick up a stripe, an electric impulse coursing through you. Heat gathers at your core, and you let the pleasure cloud your mind, suddenly making all the negative thoughts and memories seem so far away.

"Good boy..." you mumble as he repeats the motion of his tongue, and you wiggle just a little closer to him. "Such a good boy for me." A small moan escapes him as he flattens his tongue, pressing the wet muscle against your core and giving your clit some attention. You continue running your fingers through his hair in response, knowing he likes the sensation, and when he slips the tip of his tongue inside you, you let out a groan.

"Taste so good..." he mutters as he pulls back out, glancing up at you to find you letting out a shaky breath full of anticipation. 

"More," you command, in no more than a whisper. "Make me forget..." And he sure knows how, because he doesn't hesitate to bury his face in your cunt, licking up your juices delicately, before hungrily letting his tongue disappear right inside you. You're seeing stars from the feeling of his wet muscle pressing against your walls, his nose rubbing on your clit as he grasps at your thighs, digging his nails into your flesh. A slight pain mixes in with the pleasure, and you can't help but roll your hips against him, and the image of half his face disappearing in your pussy has you growling another curse.

"Shit, you're doing so good... so good for me..." Relishing in the praise, Jiseok becomes more eager yet, his gaze up at your face intense and filled with anticipation for the taste of your release. His tongue working inside of you is almost enough to get you there, just a little more, a little while longer.

"Fu-... Jiseok-" his name falls from your lips involuntarily as you feel your high fast approaching, fingers clenching around his locks, and your head emptied of anything and everything that isn't him. He hums in response, his voice sounding so pretty to your ears, and the vibrations spreading through your core so sweetly. "Gonna cum..." you let him know through gritted teeth, and then you clench around his wet muscle, the pleasure shaking you whole. Holding onto his hair so tightly, you let the orgasm overwhelm you, and he helps you ride it out until you're both out of breath and he finally parts from you.

"Shit, you're amazing..." you whisper in the afterglow of your climax, and you shudder when he goes back in to lick up your juices. "Careful," you warn him, and he closely monitors your facial expressions as he cleans you up. "I needed that," you eventually add, as he sits on the sofa next to you, rubbing your thigh with one hand and having his other arm thrown around your shoulder as he just can't leave you alone. You turn to look at him - he, who's been there for you during the good and the bad times. He, who you always seem to run to lately. He, who's more than a friend, and even though you know he's slowly but surely falling for you, you can't quite let your own heart fall for him yet. You don't dwell on the question why for now, and instead lean into him, his embrace providing a safe haven for you. He takes your hand into his, pressing the lower half of his face against your temples as if trying to sneak a kiss in without you noticing, and you let him. 

"I love you." - He doesn't say it, but the words echo in each of his gestures, and as you watch his fingers snaking around yours, holding onto your hand more and more tightly, you ask yourself if just maybe the time has come for you to give him a real chance. To not only let yourself be loved, but to finally love back.

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Softness Turned Sinister (Character Traits)

Love turning into obsession They start by wanting to be close to them. Then, they want to know everything, every thought, every movement, every breath. Love shouldn’t feel like possession, but theirs does. And It doesn’t even feel wrong.

Loyalty turning into willing servitude At first, it’s devotion. Unwavering support. But somewhere along the way, it stops being a choice. They would do anything for this person. Even things that make their stomach turn. Even things they swore they never would.

Curiosity turning into obsessionThey just wanted to understand. To know more. But knowledge is addictive. And when you start pulling at certain threads, the whole world starts unraveling. Some doors, once opened, refuse to close.

Empathy turning into self-sacrifice They feel everything. Other people’s pain. Their suffering. And it twists inside them until they’d rather take the hurt themselves than watch someone else bear it. Even if it means destroying themselves completely.

Hope turning into delusion They refuse to give up on them. Refuse to believe they can’t be saved. No matter what they do, no matter how much it hurts, they keep believing. Even when the truth is staring them in the face... Some people aren’t meant to be saved.

Patience turning into endurance of abuse"They didn’t mean it." "They’re just struggling." "It will get better." Patience keeps them waiting. Hoping. Making excuses. Until one day, they look in the mirror and realize, there’s nothing left of the person they used to be.

Generosity turning into power They give. And give. And give. But not because they’re kind. Because they want something in return. Because there’s a weight to every gift, a silent contract no one realizes they’ve signed. Until it’s too late.

Bravery turning into recklessnessThey stop feeling fear. Stop caring about consequences. What starts as courage morphs into something else, a desperate, manic need to prove they are untouchable. Until the moment they realize, they’re not.

Innocence turning into cruelty They used to be gentle. Sweet. The kind of person who never hurt anyone. But kindness is fragile. And when the world broke them, they didn’t just break. They shattered. And now, they want the world to hurt the way they did.

Protectiveness turning into violenceThey said they’d do anything to keep them safe. And they meant it. Even if it means hurting people. Even if it means killing people. Because if love is a battlefield, then they have already decided, they refuse to lose.

Charm turning into manipulation They know exactly what to say. What to do. How to make people want them, trust them, follow them. It’s not a gift, it’s a weapon. And they use it without hesitation.

Honesty turning into crueltyThey don’t lie. Ever. But the truth can be just as sharp as a blade. They don’t sugarcoat. They don’t soften the blow. They enjoy watching the way people flinch when they say exactly what they mean.

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Jongho ღ Build You Up [M]

ღ Ateez Jongho x fem-bodied!reader ღ feat.: best friend!San, Wooyoung, Hongjoong ღ words: ~23k ღ genre & warnings: fluff (a lot of it, actually), some humor, a bit of angst (unhappy past relationships for both of them and the consequences, why do I like sadness), slowburn, smut (sub!Jongho, dom!reader, detailed warnings under the cut); brief discussion of (over)weight (it’s about a cat tho), alcohol consumption ღ reader: has a vagina, no other descriptions of reader’s anatomy, no pronouns used to refer to reader

Desc.: It hasn’t been long since you and Jongho have started seeing each other, when it begins to look like your originally purely sexual relationship is turning into something much broader. After you initially make it very clear that you aren’t ready for a new relationship after a painful breakup, you can’t help but wonder if Jongho would be the one who can finally help you heal, and at the same time you too are set on helping him with his own troubles, getting him to let go of control around you more and more easily. This is the sequel to my fic Break You Down - it can also be read as a standalone work, but probably makes more sense if you’ve read the original fic too~

ღ smut warnings: off-screen kink-negotiation, a hint of dumbification, subspace, lots of praise, some teasing, some begging, some humiliation, biting, oral & fingering (reader receiving), reader sitting on his face, (kinda) guided masturbation & cum eating (idol), restraints (handcuffs & rope, idol receiving), blindfold (idol), handjobs, edging, orgasm control, overstimulation as a punishment (and also just for fun tbh), traffic light system (only “green” is used), reader has a bit of a dom drop at one point, temperature play, a bit of finger sucking, unprotected sex, anal (fingering & with a strap, idol receiving), dacryphilia, they have pretty sweet and vanilla sex once, multiple orgasms

“Did so well for me…” you breathe the words into his ear as he’s about to collapse on top of you, burying his face in the crook of your neck and you let your lips brush against his earlobe. Your hand is up in his hair, gripping the dark brown locks to guide him into a position where you could comfortably wrap your arms around his broad figure, feeling the way his hot skin presses against yours and how his chest is rising and sinking in tune with your own, both catching your breaths. 

You lean your back against the headrest of your bed, with a pillow in between, and you wait for him to come down from the euphoric high you’ve swept him up in. Granted, it wasn’t your effort alone, and you wonder if words would be enough to convey to him what you’re feeling deep in your chest right in this moment.

“Such a good boy, letting me take care of you like that…” you mutter, and you notice a shade of pink dusted onto his cheeks as he looks up at you with big round eyes. He seems so much softer now - his features, his gaze, and the sound of his voice too, when he hums an elongated “mhmmm” at your praise. Eyelids drooping, he sinks down to a lying position eventually, with his head in your lap, and as he closes his eyes fully while you’re still playing with his hair, you think he’s dozing off, until his warm voice fills the room again.

“Say…” Jongho looks up at you, parted lips swollen from how hard you had kissed him just earlier, and you have to resist the urge to lean in and pepper little pecks all over his features. 

“What is it?” you ask, unable to stop yourself from grinning like a fool at how cute he looks, all fucked out, laying in your lap like that.

“Mmmm.” Lips pursed, his eyes dart to the side as he’s trying hard to come up with a coherent sentence. You find yourself chuckling, finding it amusing how this usually so eloquent man is struggling to form words now.

“It’s okay,” you speak soothingly, fingertips ghosting over his mouth and grazing his plush lips. “You don’t have to say anything right now if it’s too hard.” However, Jongho frowns at what was supposed to be a comfort to him.

“No, just… been thinking…” he slurs.

“About what?”

“Just… if maybe… we could meet up sometime?” Another short laugh escapes you.

“You mean, outside of having sex?” you guess, and he gives you a nod. “Hmm…” You ponder on the question for a while, and as you do, you feel resistance in your heart. Truth be told, you’ve been afraid one of your partners would bring up something like this sooner or later, though you do your best to keep things lowkey and not make any advances that aren’t of a purely sexual nature on anyone. And yet there is also a spark of curiousity lighting up within you. The little bits of his usual personality you get to see before and during the start of a scene can’t be more than a fraction of what he’s really like during his everyday life, and you can’t say you haven’t caught yourself wondering about who he might be outside of when you have sex with him.

“Don’t want to?” he asks, and you know he is trying his hardest not to sound sad, but the pout that involuntarily appears on his lips does nothing in helping him hide his true feelings.

“It’s not that…” you answer, soothingly caressing his face as you brush a strand of hair away and attempt to tuck it behind his ear, already knowing prior that it’s too short for that anyway. He raises his eyebrows as if prompting you to continue speaking. “Just…” You look around the room, wondering if you should let the doubt on your mind win or not, and eventually you figure that it’d probably be just fine.

“Alright,” you decide, finally, and you find a spark in his eyes upon hearing your answer. “Any plans on what to do?” Jongho makes a noise, opening and closing his mouth like a fish in water, and you smile at the way his mind has gone blank again, stroking his hair a few more times. “Maybe we’ll discuss that later, then?” you propose, and you see the tension leaving his shoulders. “No need to overexert that pretty little head of yours,” you tease, and you earn yourself a pouty frown, reacting immediately by giving him some more scalp scratches meant to appease him.

Thursday afternoon. You’re looking your reflection in the shop window in front of you up and down, adjusting the way the fabric of the simple but elegant blouse wraps itself around your shoulders to look as neat as possible. Its color an antique pink, with flowers cross-stitched onto the ends of the sleeves, you don’t get a whole lot of chances to wear this type of clothing anymore nowadays, so you made sure to pick out your outfit thoughtfully. Maybe a little too thoughtfully, as you’ve tried on all kinds of possible combinations a day prior, in an attempt to choose the most perfect one out of all of them. In the end you settled for something comfortable and in some way nostalgic, remembering the last time you wore this particular top having been at a friend’s graduation party. Paired with some dark grey dress pants and classy shoes with just a tiny heel, you think you match the definition of “elegant, but not over the top” - which is the only thing besides the time and meeting place that Jongho had told you about today. Judging from the fact that it’s almost 6pm you assume his plan is to take you out for dinner, plus the address he had sent you is in the middle of an area known for its fancy restaurants, and when he finally comes into sight as he’s turning a corner a couple of meters away from you, he’s about to confirm your assumptions.

“Hi,” he greets you with a tired but warm smile, and you return the greeting.

“Hi. How have you been?” He looks away as if he had hoped you wouldn’t ask him this very standard question meant to open up a conversation, yet here you are. “Sorry, should I not ask?” you figure, and he shows you a gesture of his hand to wave it off.

“Ah, no, it’s fine,” he says. “Today wasn’t so bad. I had a meeting until…” he checks his wristwatch, and you notice how expensive it looks, “half an hour ago, that’s why I’m a little late. I’m really sorry about that.”

“It’s alright, you let me know on time so it’s fine,” you assure him.

“But aside from that it wasn’t too busy today. Thankfully,” he says. “My father is away on a business trip so… can’t terrorize the whole company for a few days. But let’s get going, shall we?” Stopping himself from rambling, he holds out his hand to you for you to hook your arm through his, and you start walking. “How was your day?” he then asks back, having calmed himself down a little. You wonder for a moment if you’re right in your observation that he seems unusually open today, at least compared to what he was like when you had only just met him, but then again you figure it’s only natural to be comfortable opening up to a person who’s already broken down so many walls within you, no?

“It was good. I had a day off, actually, so I finally got to run some errands I’ve been putting off,” you explain briefly, as he’s taking the lead on the way to your destination. And maybe he’s noticed your dopey smile about it, because upon looking at you, he asks,

“What is it?”

“Nothing,” you lie at first, giving him big, innocent eyes, but the suspicion in his expression tells you he’s probably already figured it out anyway, so you might as well give him the answer yourself. “I was just thinking that this is the first time you’re guiding me.”

“Oh… you’re right,” he says, coming to a halt with you in front of a crossing.

“It feels…”

“Weird?” he laughs.

“Different,” you say with a smile. “Not bad.”

“I see?” he says, visibly intrigued, and as the pedestrian lights switch to green, he walks you across the street. 

“Don’t get any ideas,” you then say, and wordlessly, he shows you a toothy smile - you’re sure he knows what you were implying.

You arrive at the restaurant on the 15th floor of a huge building, having one of the servers show you your table right by the window with a vast view of the surrounding city. The sun is slowly beginning to set when you finish choosing your meals, and you’re served some sweet sparkling wine as an aperitif. 

“Cheers,” he raises his glass and you do the same.

“Cheers.” You both take a sip, and as you set down your glasses, he says, earnestly,

“You look good by the way.”

“So do you.” You shoot him a smile, reckoning that a well fitted, classic suit really does everything to make him look even more handsome. Even when it’s apparent that work is taking its toll on him, a part of him is glowing in that business attire - almost creating the illusion that a high ranking corporate job must be where he belongs most.

As the courses are served to you one by one, beautifully plated, each accompanied with wines from all over the world, which, according to your waiter, have been carefully chosen to perfectly round up the respective dishes they come with. You find yourself having fun like this, chatting with Jongho while having a fine meal, and the atmosphere of the restaurant only makes the evening feel more special. 

“You know,” you say, “it’s been a long time since I’ve gone out for dinner like this. Dressing up and having good wine and all that.” You swirl the drink around in your glass, watching as a layer of deep red slowly drips back down along the walls. “So, thanks for taking me out here,” you conclude, shooting him a smile across the table, and he reciprocates, before looking away with a hint of shyness on his face.

“So you’re enjoying yourself?” he asks after clearing his throat.

“Yes.”

“I’m glad I chose the right thing to do then,” he says, letting out a sigh of relief.

“Why?” you chuckle. “Were you scared I wouldn’t like it here?”

“I just… wasn’t sure if you’re the type for fancy dinners with wine and candle light and all that,” he says, and your eyes flick over to the candle burning at the edge of your table.

“Wouldn’t everyone enjoy this kind of thing every once in a while?” you wonder out loud, and the man in front of you agrees. “I also don’t get to dress up like this a whole lot,” you continue. “So, that was nice for the first time in a while too.”

“You really do look beautiful today,” he says, giving you a soft smile as he tilts his head to the side a little, and you can’t help but find the image in front of you cute.

“Thank you,” you say, reaching for the stem of your wine glass once again to busy your hands. “I also can’t remember when the last time was that I’ve heard that…” you add, keeping your voice low now. “Even though there was a person I would’ve wanted to hear it from more often.” Jongho raises his eyebrows, indicating he wants you to keep going. “Just…” you hesitate. Should you really mention your ex here?

“It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it,” he says quickly, upon noticing you’re indecisive. 

“Right… sorry,” you apologize, taking a quick sip of your beverage.

“It’s alright,” he says, and before the silence between you can get too awkward, he changes the topic. “But… I’ve told you so much about my job since we started talking. I’ve been wondering what you do?”

“Oh. I work with animals,” you explain. “I’m a physiotherapist for animals like… cats, dogs. Mostly those two, but sometimes people also bring in other pets, and we take care of those as well.” 

“Oh,” he gasps, surprise written all over his face.

“What did you think I’d be doing?” you ask, grinning.

“Hm… I don’t know. I was expecting some boring office job, like me,” Jongho admits, and now you let out a short laugh.

“Yeah, no thanks,” you say. “I did study business, actually. But after a year I realized it’s not for me. I wanted to do something to help, you know? Something that’s actually fulfilling.”

“What, filling out excel sheets and handing in reports to your superiour all day doesn’t sound fulfilling to you…?” he questions, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Right, that’s totally the best job in the world…” you say, smiling and rolling your eyes.

“So…” he returns to the original topic, after taking a bite of his food, “you must like animals?”

“Yes,” you answer, smiling to yourself. “I have a cat at the moment too.”

“Right, I did think I heard a meow last time I was with you,” Jongho says.

“Yeah, my Meatball is very shy though, so it wouldn’t be a surprise if you hadn’t noticed he’s there at all.”

“Your meatball?” he repeats, and though you’re sure he understands it’s the cat’s name, he’s still chuckling at the sound of it - and maybe the mental image too. 

“Ah, yeah…” Now you laugh as well, having gotten so used to the name that time and time again you forget it might make other people scratch their heads. “He’s a rescue,” you explain. “Was severely overweight when I got him from the shelter, that’s why they called him that. His previous owners must’ve overfed him… thankfully he’s at a healthy weight now.”

“Ahh, now it makes sense.”

“Yeah. But,” you chuckle, “you still gotta be careful and not leave anything edible out on the table or something. He steals everything if given the chance.”

Dessert is finally served, a variation of chocolates accompanied by some fruit parfait, and it’s just as delicious as everything you’ve been served thus far. 

“This is so good…” you mumble, completely indulged in the food in front of you.

“Right? I really like that they don’t make their desserts too sweet,” Jongho comments.

“Yeah. Maybe I should let my subs take me out for dinner more often at this rate,” you joke, but the guy sitting opposite you doesn’t give you the expected light-hearted reaction.

“You’re seeing other people as well?” he reckons, trying hard to keep his facial expression neutral, but you can tell he must’ve been thinking he’s the only one.

“Yeah, at the moment,” you explain, and you find yourself monitoring him closely for any signs of upset. “I have two other people I sometimes do scenes with nowadays.”

“Right, that makes sense.”

“But what about you?” you try to divert the conversation elsewhere as you notice some tension leaving his shoulders.

“Me?”

“Are you seeing people? Dating anyone?”

“Ah, no,” he answers, and when a smile returns to his lips you too find yourself relaxing. “Aside from you, anyway. It’s… been a while since my last relationship too.”

“Oh?”

“Well, that was… a bit of a complicated situation.”

“You don’t have to tell me about it if you don’t want to,” you repeat what he had told you earlier, but he shakes his head.

“It’s not that,” Jongho says, “I just don’t want to… kill the mood I suppose?” His gums show as he gives you an apologetic smile.

“Don’t worry about that,” you assure him, and so he leans back in his chair, looking around the room as he mutters,

“Where do I even start?”

“That bad?”

“I mean… I had a girlfriend a while back. A couple of years, no… four? Almost four years. Basically our parents set us up, hoping we would get married. You know, two wealthy families, it was about business to them. And our image of course.”

“Right,” you say.

“It’s not that we didn’t get along at all or anything, or that we weren’t attracted to each other. It’s just… after the honeymoon phase, we didn’t really know what to do with each other.”

“So you didn’t match,” you guess, and he nods.

“Yeah. I tried to make things work, to win her over, you know… rekindle the flame I suppose?” He laughs, and you think you can see a hint of bitterness hiding in the corners of his smile. “So I put in an effort.”

“...and?” you ask, expecting this story to take a bad turn quite soon.

“She was seeing other guys.” Jongho doesn’t look at you as he speaks those words, instead staring off into the distance, head turned towards the general direction of the window to his left. 

“You’re still hurt over that, huh?” you dare to say what’s on your mind, and without wavering, he responds,

“Yeah.”

“That sucks…” you look down at your plate, where there’s some remainder of the chocolate cream smeared across the white porcelain, and you drag the tips of your fork across them. 

“It’s how it is,” he says, sighing, and returning his gaze to you. “I’ve been focusing on my studies and then on work ever since, so I didn’t really have the time to date anyone else.” He thinks for a moment, before he adds, “Maybe I’ve been busying myself so much because it would mean I wouldn’t have time for that.” You begin to understand a little more why he seemed hesitant to ask for a meeting between you two after you started chatting online, or why he’s struggling so hard to let go of control, even in situations where he desperately wants to. And somehow now your determination to help him with that as best you can is growing some more, and before you can think, you find yourself reaching out across the table, your hand covering his. You don’t say anything, really, a smile that’s supposed to tell him you sympathize is all you can give here. And it’s not like you don’t get him - your last relationship didn’t exactly go great either, and maybe in that pain of being betrayed by someone you trusted, someone you had committed to, there might be a chance for you two to build yet another connection.

You say goodbye outside on the street, in front of the building where you were dining. Jongho had insisted on paying for the both of you, even after you had assured him you didn’t mind splitting the bill. So you make sure to thank him again, to which he shows you that toothy smile you’re starting to find strangely reassuring, and you find your heart warmed.

“We’ll see each other next week?” you say, finding an expression in his eyes that makes you think he doesn’t want you to leave yet. And still, he nods.

“Yes. Until then.” You wave each other goodbye, and when you turn on your heels to walk to the bus station to get home, you too feel a distant pull on your heart, begging you to stay with him for just a while longer.

“You seemed a little out of focus today.” San states the obvious as you undo the rope you had meticulously tied around this wrists. He gives you a smile while he stares up at you, warmth in his gaze, but you also make out some curiousity shining through.

“I’m really sorry…” you say once he’s freed from his restraints, and he lets his hands sink into his lap, sitting up on your bed with his lower back propped up against the headrest. It was a short session - you kept it like that on purpose, having known from the start that your concentration would give up on you sooner rather than later today, and you honestly feel sorry for him. He doesn’t even look as tired out as usually when you’re done with him, and San seems to sense that something’s weighing you down, because next thing you know after putting the rope aside is that he’s pulling you into his embrace, letting you rest your head against his bare chest. 

“Shouldn’t this be my job…” you mumble, even though you allow for your eyelids to close and your mind to rest for a while.

“Shh,” San shushes you. “Doms need reassurance too. Plus, I can take care of a friend, can’t I?” 

You and San have known each other since forever - high school, to be exact, where you ended up in the same class and somehow formed an alliance to get together for study sessions and to tackle exams together. You’ve stayed in touch ever since, and hooked up a couple of times, until it was him who introduced you to the world of BDSM, and you immediately found yourself in your element. Even now you get together to have sex sometimes, and to satisfy the sub in him from time to time.

“How’s Woo doing?” you ask, letting him cradle you in his embrace for now.

“Don’t try to change the topic,” San scolds you in the softest tone. 

“I really want to know!” you insist, and it wouldn’t be San if he could keep up his strict demeanor for more than a hot second when it comes to you.

“He’s doing fine. Bratty as ever.” You both laugh. “But I’ve got him tamed.”

“That’s my boy,” you chuckle, patting his thigh a few times.

“So? What’s on your mind, Y/N?” You let out an existential sigh. Choi Jongho, obviously. The thought pops up in your mind without permission, and you wonder if you should really keep fighting it so hard - and then you ask yourself why you’re fighting it in the first place.

“It’s just…” you talk eventually, but stop to ponder on your words some more. And then you peel yourself out of San’s hold, and you sit cross legged opposite him, with him mirroring your position. His smile dripping with warmth, he gives you the most sympathetic eyes known to mankind, and you curse him for it out loud.

“Why do you have to be so goddamn trustworthy and empathetic all the time?”

“What?” San laughs, the dimples on his cheeks almost as deep as the confusion in his gaze.

“I just… I met someone, I guess…” you admit.

“Oh?” He raises his eyebrows in interest.

“The CEO son… I told you about him.” And now San leans back, arms raised in a stretch before he crosses them behind his head.

“Well this is getting interesting…”

“... Jongho… is his name.”

“Hmm?”

“Stop acting like this!” you yell out of embarrassment.

“Like what? I’m just curious!” San shrugs like he had done nothing wrong.

“Just… I’m not ready for a new relationship yet…” San’s expression becomes serious again as he pieces together the bits of information you give him in an attempt to see the bigger picture, and you continue, “I guess that’s why this feels so conflicting. I like him, don’t get me wrong, but he took me out to dinner this week, and I think he more than just likes me.”

“You went on a date?” Surprise echoes in your friend’s words.

“It wasn’t a date. We just went out together.”

“That sounds like a date to me…”

“It wasn’t-... well maybe it was.” You pause, staring at the bedsheets underneath you. “I wish it wasn’t.”

“Come here,” San spreads his arms, beckoning you to come closer, and you let him engulf you in yet another warm hug. “If you’re not ready for another relationship after what happened, you can simply tell him that, can’t you?” It’s such an obvious piece of advice, and yet it seems to have so much more weight, now, that you’re hearing it from one of your oldest friends, and not just as a constantly recurring thought in your head.

“Right.”

“Do you think he might react badly?” You think about it for a while. It’s not like you know Jongho well enough to have gained a deep understanding of how he works in situations like these, but your gut feeling tells you he’ll at least be reasonable about it.

“Probably not,” you say finally.

“You’ll be fine,” San encourages you, and he lets you rest against his strong figure for a while. “But now I’m curious…” he continues eventually. 

“Hm?”

“How is he?” He shoots you a smirk, and immediately several memories from the times you’ve been with Jongho so far flash by your inner eye.

“... haven’t had someone like him in a while. Actually, I haven’t had someone like him at all. A tough nut to crack.” You shoot San a knowing look. “But so worth it.”

“Hmm? Well, I’m glad you’re having your fun with him.”

“Yeah… it’s fun,” you say, and you can’t help but think of all the other things having sex with him is.

“I’m going to miss you,” San then says, without adding too much weight to the words - probably in an attempt not to burden you, but they hit you where it hurts anyway.

“What are you saying?”

“Well, we know you don’t do things like me and Wooyoung. When you’re dating someone, you’re dating just them.”

“Did you listen to any of what I just said?” You turn around to shoot San a look full of offense, and you’re met with a broad, playful smile from his side.

“Well, I feel like it’s only a matter of time with this one…”

“Choi San!” You call out his full name, only adding to his amusement. “Did you listen. To anything. I just said?”

“I did, I did, I’m sorry.” Your friend’s features soften as he falls forward to rest his chin atop your shoulder. You can’t tell if he was joking or not, if he was teasing you or if he really thinks there’s a chance being with Jongho would mend your heart enough for you to be ready to trust again. To fall in love again. And you know there’s currently nobody in your life who knows you better than San does. And yet, you can’t be mad at him.

“It’s okay, Y/N,” your friend speaks up, reaching out to put his hand over yours, thumb rubbing a few soothing circles onto your skin. “Take your time.”

“So that gave me a few sleepless nights, but fortunately we got the deal… oh, is that Meatball?” You turn your head into the general direction of where Jongho is looking, and find your cat’s pitch black fur blending into the shadows at the foot of one of the shelves in your living room.

“Ah, yes,” you say, and you smile at the small creature. “My grumpy old boy.” His yellow eyes are intently watching you and your visitor where you’re sitting across each other at your dinner table, and after a while of observing the both of you, he decides it’s time to venture closer. Stretching his body thoroughly as he gets up, he slowly walks a little closer, and then sits down halfway to watch Jongho with curiousity. 

“Do you like cats?” you ask as Meatball proceeds to clean his hind legs. 

“They’re quiet,” Jongho responds, not taking his eyes off your pet.

“I see,” you say, chuckling, and then you observe as Meatball comes yet a little closer, and you’re surprised to see him hop up onto Jongho’s lap, who seems flustered by the cat’s action. “I think he likes you,” you comment, and you find it amusing how the guy in front of you doesn’t seem too sure of what to do with Meatball rolling up in his lap, fully intent on taking a nap by the looks of it. However, he relaxes eventually.

“Can I pet him?”

“You can try,” you say. “If he doesn’t like it he’ll get up and leave.”

“Ah… so he doesn’t bite or anything?” Jongho asks, his palm finding the pitch black fur and Meatball doesn’t react as he strokes him from head to tail a few times.

“He does,” you say, pulling up the sleeve on your left arm and showing him the half healed scratches Meatball had given you just last week. “He hates taking his meds.”

“I see,” Jongho chuckles, continuously petting the cat in his lap.

“He’s used to it, so usually he’ll just accept his fate. But sometimes his fighting spirit comes out,” you explain, laughing, and the guy sitting opposite you laughs as well. “But in a situation where he can escape, he’ll rather do that. So no need to worry.”

“I see… oh?” Meatball gets up, and, seemingly having had enough coddling for today, jumps down onto the floor to spread out and continue his nap there. “He’s had enough, huh?”

“Looks like it,” you respond, and for a while you both end up just watching his sleeping figure. However, you eventually tear yourself away from the adorable image, remembering what you had planned to have a conversation about before starting your scene today.

“Uhm…” you clear your throat. “There’s something I wanted to talk to you about.”

“What is it?��� Jongho asks, shooting you a smile. 

“So… we’ve been getting closer even… outside of the bedroom, right?” you say, unsure how to start the conversation, but you know you’ll have to start somewhere, even if things come out a bit awkwardly.

“Right.”

“And it feels like… you really like me. I mean, I like you too, just…”

“What is it?” Jongho raises his eyebrows, and you find a hint of concern hiding behind his gaze.

“Look…” You place your hands on top of the table in front of you. “Before this can go in any direction where we’re not on the same page anymore… I just felt like I should tell you that I’m currently not looking for a romantic relationship.” Silence falls over the room as soon as the words are out, and if you’re being quite honest, you’re a little scared of his reaction. You’ve been very sure there’s more going on here than just sex for him, and you can’t say you’re not taking a liking to him as well. But with your very recent past experiences, you just can’t see yourself already dating someone new. And he deserves to know that, so you know you’re doing the right thing by telling him that. However, at the same time there’s a part of you that’s scared he’ll want to stop seeing you altogether in that case.

“I see,” he eventually answers.

“It’s not you, it’s…” You pause as Jongho holds his breath, waiting for your explanation. “It just hasn’t been long enough for me to… get over my last relationship.”

“Ah…”

“I mean- get over isn’t the right wording. More like… heal?”

“Can I ask… what happened?” he poses a question. Memories flash by your inner eye, and along with them you feel the pain as if everything had happened just yesterday.

“Well… I had a long-term partner until about… five months ago?” you say, while simultaneously deciding you really don’t want to dive into any details right now. Explaining this out loud even just vaguely still hurts a little too much to handle. “We had a pretty bad breakup where a lot of stuff came up… like, that he’s been lying to me about all kinds of stuff. And looking back he never really was a safe person to be with emotionally, but I only realized it when it became clear we’d split up. So…”

“Right… I get that you need a lot of time to recover from something like that,” Jongho answers.

“Yeah…” You take a deep breath. “I’ve been with him for a long time too…” Your ex’s face appears in your mind, and the memories of the man you had once loved and admired so much now just makes you feel sick inside. A touch against your knuckles - Jongho’s hand grazing yours - brings you back to reality, and a look at his face stirs up conflicting emotions deep within you. However, once you watch his lips part for him to speak, and the soothing sound of his voice wraps itself around your ears, an unexpected wave of reassurance washes over you.

“You’re right, by the way,” he says, pausing as he looks around in search of just the right words. “About me liking you beyond just… someone I sometimes get together to have sex with.” You nod at his words as you listen to him speak. “But I don’t want to do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable, or that triggers anything you’re not ready to face.” And then he hesitates, as if it was difficult for him to get his next words out, and as your hand slips into his in order to encourage him to keep going, you feel the dynamic between you two shifting into what you’re most comfortable with. You feel you have taken back some control over the situation, and that makes you feel safe. 

“So, how do you feel about this now? About us.” You ask a question, hoping it would help him speak his mind, and yet it takes him a while before he can reply.

“What I want… is to keep seeing you,” he eventually says, though it seems hard for him to look at you while speaking so honestly, and you give his hand a gentle squeeze to encourage him to keep going. “I understand that dating someone would be difficult for you after something like that. So…” His gaze finds you now, and the sudden determination reflecting in his eyes makes your heart stop for a second. “It’d be fine with me if we kept in touch as just friends for now.”

“Ah…” you sigh, as the remainder of the tension and the anxiety about his response leave your body at once. “I would like that too. As I said, I do like you, and I enjoy spending time with you. It’s just…”

“Not the right time for more,” he finishes your sentence and you nod, relieved that he understands.

“Yeah.”

“That’s okay. Oh, but… Y/N,” he calls out to you, a little hesitant.

“What is it?”

“Does this mean… you want to stop doing scenes with me too?” You raise your eyebrows at him, staring blankly for a second, and he’s quick to add, “I mean, of course I’ll respect that if you don’t want to-” Upon him lifting his hands, waving them in front of his chest and his ears turning a bright shade of red as he’s afraid he might’ve said something wrong, you smile and you get up off your chair, approaching him, and when you’re standing right next to him you capture his chin between your thumb and index finger.

“If you still want to play after this, I’d like to as well,” you assure him, your tone soft, and you brush your thumb along his bottom lip as he glances up at you, need filling his eyes.

“Yes,” he breathes. “I still want to.”

“Then follow me. I wanna try something a bit different today,” you say as you lead him to your bedroom.

He lets you peel off his shirt without resistance, his palms landing on your hips as soon as his bare chest comes into view. And though something inside you wants to escape his touch and swat away his hands so as not to let him have even a fraction of control about the situation, you let it be for now. Instead, you draw closer to him, your fingers finding the buckle of his belt, never once breaking eye contact even when your lips are merely an inch apart. He kisses you back confidently once you close the distance between the two of you, and as his hands attempt to wander up your sides, you’re quick to grab his wrists and tear them away.

“Don’t touch me unless I tell you to,” you mutter dangerously, and though he doesn’t try to escape your grip, in the way he continues kissing you hard you find the desire to overpower you. “That’s enough,” you warn him as you take a few steps back. “Stay right there.” You throw another command at him, and you keep watching him as you rid yourself of your own clothes, revealing the harness you’ve been wearing all this while and no underwear. You’re amused by the way he’s ogling your figure, and a smile creeps onto your lips when you walk over to one of the drawers in your room in order to retrieve a pair of handcuffs from it. 

“You remember talking about this, don’t you?” you say on your way back to him, watching him gulp.

“Yes.” His curt answer intrigues you, as well as the sudden uncertainty behind his expression.

“This is what I wanna try today,” you explain. “Would you be okay with that?” Jongho thinks for a while, and as soon as he nods you run your hand up his chest and comb your fingers through his hair. “That’s what I wanna hear. Good boy,” you coo, and as per usual at this point of a scene, he doesn’t react much to the praise. Then your hand finds the hem of his pants, and as you tug at the fabric, you say, “Off with these.” This time he listens without hesitation, and you let your eyes take in his shapes as he rids himself of the remainder of clothes as well.

“Down.” You give him one simple command, and you watch as the struggle of considering whether he should listen to you or not reflects in the way he keeps his gaze fixated on you while you circle him on light steps. “Didn’t hear me?” you pry, raising your eyebrows at him, and you place your free hand below his chin, drawing near. Thumb brushing across his lower lip, you dig your nail into the plush for a moment, while biting your own bottom lip - the need to kiss him stupid arises within you, but you resist. Now is not the time for that, not when he’s disobeying you like this. Your gaze returns from his mouth to his dark brown eyes, and you decide to stay patient. You stop your movement and merely stare at him, and when his resolve finally wavers, he sinks to his knees, keeping his eyes on yours as his features soften. The look he gives you now hides so many things, you have to take a moment to dismantle all that you can read in it. First and foremost, need. Devotion. Hopefulness. Obedience. Submission. 

You let the emotions it stirs awake deep within you almost sweep you away, but you manage to collect yourself, and you speak another command, “Hands behind your back, pretty boy.” Your voice is soft, wanting to relay to him that you’re proud of him, and when he complies - though not without hesitation - you cuff his wrists together. Then you walk around him and you sit down at the foot of your bed, right in front of him, and with a gesture of your hand, you beckon him to come closer. Fingers lacing through his hair, you observe how his eyelids flutter shut for a moment, lips parting, and he leans into your gentle touch.

“That’s right…” you speak, and the way he peeks up at you is filled with both need and desire. You spread your legs apart, and you inch a little closer to the edge of the bed. “You know what I think?” you say, and Jongho waits for you to tell him the answer to your question. Your hand travels down from the top of his head to his lips, parting them so you could run your thumb across the bottom row of his teeth. “I was thinking you should put that pretty mouth of yours to use.” You can see his adam’s apple move as he gulps at your words, and on his knees he crawls closer yet. His gaze falls to your core immediately, laid out for him to bury his face right there, but with a tug on his hair you stop him.

“Not so greedy,” you say, and you chuckle. “You really think you can please me when you’re driven by nothing but hunger?” Wide-eyed, he stares up at you, and where you had expected a cheeky comment about how he knows how to give good head, you find only silence. “What?” you mock him. “Don’t tell me you forgot how to eat pussy?” And now you must’ve struck something within him, because you can see his eyebrows knit in dismay.

“I know what I’m doing,” he responds somewhat coldly.

“Then prove it.” Without making you wait, he goes in with a bite to the inside of your thigh that ends up being harsher than it would’ve had to be, and you immediately yank on his hair as a punishment. “Getting cheeky, are we?” You receive a glare from Jongho while he kneels between your legs, and though his anger directed at you like that affects you in all the best ways, you know you’re very close to crossing a line for him. You loosen your grip on his hair, massaging his scalp as you continue, “Gentle, or you’re not getting anything at all.” He glares up at you for a few seconds longer, but then reason wins him over, and he goes in more slowly this time. His expression softens while his lips brush against your skin, and he begins kissing his way to your middle. Reaching the spot he had sunk his teeth into just a moment ago, his tongue darts across the marks his little stunt had left, licking them better.

“That’s right,” you praise him. “That’s a good boy.” He hums at your words very quietly, and him already reacting to your praise satisfies you. Playing with his hair, you let him come closer, and when his hot breath hits your core, you let out a deep sigh. He looks up at you as his lips brush against your folds. Then he extends his tongue to lick up a stripe, and his eyes close upon tasting you. The warmth of his tongue pressing against your pussy has you letting out a breathy moan, and you notice how he’s carefully mapping you out - kissing your clit, dragging the tip of his wet muscle along your folds, dipping it inside of your hole only to come back up. And all the while he watches for your every reaction, set on figuring out how to best please you, while intentionally - or so you think, at least - riling you up by slowly testing out whatever comes to mind.

“Wanna do good for me, hm?” you guess, brushing a few strands of his hair out of his face. He responds by pushing his tongue inside of you, slowly, and as he pulls back out, you see him licking his lips. 

“Yes…” he whispers, not daring to look at you now, and you smile at what you can only interpret as shyness.

“Then make me cum,” you say. “And you might just get a reward.” His gaze returns to your face, and eager to please, he wraps his lips around your clit, beginning to gently suck on it. You gasp when his teeth graze the sensitive bud, and you pull away for a moment - you sure as hell aren’t planning on making this easy for him. Allowing him to dive back in, he tries a different approach, this time using his tongue to probe your reaction to him flicking it across the bundle of nerves. With you settling back in against his face he continues, giving it some time now before he starts putting some more pressure behind his movements to make you feel his touch more intensely. The timing being right this time, it makes you moan, and you can slowly feel the pleasure building up in your gut. Again, he keeps doing the same thing while never taking his gaze off of your face, and when he can see you getting slightly underwhelmed by his repeated motions, he lets his tongue wander south, licking into your dripping hole.

“Mmh…” A moan falls from your lips, and you throw your head back for a moment. Jongho takes it as a sign to continue, and when he begins thrusting his muscle in and out of you, you tug at his hair from the heat it sends rushing through your veins. “Feels nice…” you mutter, and when your eyes return to his face buried in your pussy, you find him slowly getting drunk on your taste. And then, just as you’re about to wonder whether you should tell him to switch up what he’s doing, he pulls back out and goes back to drawing figure eights on your clit. You hiss at the feeling - both at how good the sensation of his warm touch against your sensitive bud is, and at how empty him retracting from inside of you is leaving you. For just a moment you curse yourself for deciding to handcuff him, knowing just how good his long fingers would feel inside of you right now, but then you remember you were gonna make this a tedious task for him on purpose, and so you push that thought away.

“Doing really good for me…” you praise him. “But… it’s gonna take you ages to make me cum like that.” The challenging look you send him is met with acceptance, and as he gently bites down on your clit this time, your breath hitches in return, a wave of pleasure shooting right through you like lightning. And he doesn’t miss the opportunity to send you a shit-eating grin upon seeing how he just affected you, but before you can punish him for it, his tongue is already plunging back into your cunt, and you arch your back, pushing your core towards him. He hums at your reactions, pulling back out to draw a few circles onto your clit, and then diving right back in, lapping at your walls. As he repeats that process a few times, you can finally feel your high starting to build up somewhere in the distance, and yet you know this much won’t be enough to throw you over the edge.

“Shit, do more…” you say, and he continues eating you out eagerly, and then finally he angles his face so the tip of his nose brushes against your sensitive bud with each time his tongue fucks into you, and another moan falls from your lips. “Like that…” you say, breathless, and you tighten your grip on his hair. “Keep going just like that…” And he does, eyes closed as he continues licking up into you, nose rubbing up and down on your clit. You spread your legs apart just a little further, wriggling as close to him as you possibly can in order to allow him to reach deeper up into you, and when he moans in response the vibrations shooting up your cunt make you shiver involuntarily. “Fuck, Jongho…” you curse, and hearing his name only serves to make him more eager. A few more strokes of his tongue against that delicious spot right inside of you, and you come undone, your walls contracting around his wet muscle as you let your high overwhelm you.

“Did so well for me…” you praise him as you let go of his hair, and he pulls back. He licks up your juices glistening on his lips, and as you look down on him, you can unmistakably see how much eating you out has turned him on as well. “Get up,” you say, and he does. “And turn around.” You take the handcuffs off him, and as soon as he’s facing you again, you sit back against the headrest of your bed, and you make him come closer, until you have him kneeling right in front of you.

“Get yourself off. I wanna watch,” you command. He doesn’t think twice until his large hand wraps around his hard cock, and the heavy sighs he lets you hear as he jerks himself off tell you how much he must’ve been needing this. He falls forward, his free hand supporting him against the headboard right next to you, and like this, slightly leaned over your body, face distorted in desperation for a release, he ruts into his hand. His eyes wander your figure, fist tightly squeezing around his length, and within mere seconds he cums with a broken moan, spilling his seed all over you. Feeling the sticky white on your stomach and chest, you grant him a few moments to catch his breath, and then you reach out to push him back onto his heels.

“Look at the mess you made…” you growl, and in the way he takes in the image in front of him, you can clearly tell he likes the result of what he’s done. “And you didn’t even last more than a hot minute, huh?” you mock him. Reaching for the handcuffs you had simply tossed aside on the bed, you make him hold out his wrists for you to link them back together, in front of him this time. “Clean up your mess.” You think maybe it’s because making him struggle a bit just earlier that he doesn’t hesitate, but either way you make sure to praise him for getting to work almost immediately. He bends over, tongue lapping at your body to lick off his seed, and he doesn’t frown or complain - he simply does what you’ve asked of him. And the way he so eagerly cleans you up is making you want to force him to please you all over again, and suddenly you remember the question San had asked you when you last saw him. 

“How is he?” The words echo in your head as Jongho reaches your core, his position looking somewhat sorry, but that doesn’t stop him from lapping at your still sensitive pussy as soon as you give him the okay. 

“Wait,” you say, making him sit up briefly, just long enough so you could take the handcuffs off him. You trust that he wouldn’t do anything stupid at this point, so you fling the restraints to the side, and you lie down flat on your back so he could reach where you want him more comfortably. “Get to work, pretty boy,” you say, and he does, throwing your legs over his shoulders and burying his face in your core.

“Doing so good…” you mutter as you watch him, lips wrapped around your clit and sucking, while he pushes two of his fingers into you, stretching you out, and you throw your head back from the feeling of being filled up like this. You had been right, his fingers inside you combined with his mouth working your bundle of nerves really do feel amazing.

Amazing. That’s what he is. But you don’t say that out loud. Instead, you keep urging him on to continue what he’s doing with all other sorts of praise, bucking your hips into his touch, and making him fuck you from one high to the next for however long you feel like it.

“That’s a good boy… shit… listen so well… such a good toy for me…”

“Sorry I’m late!” One of your friends rushes towards the table as Wooyoung is in the process of pouring everyone their first round of shots. 

“You have to drink two for being late!” someone else yells and everyone agrees with laughter. Meanwhile you’re busy grilling some meat for everyone - pork belly, the usual for when all of you manage to make time for you to gather like in the old days. The soju shots are handed out, and you all say cheers, emptying the tiny glasses at once. You continue the conversation you’ve been having before the late comer announced her arrival, and soon enough, Wooyoung decides it’s time for another round of shots.

“What’s with you today?” Hongjoong, who sits right across from him on the round table asks. 

“What do you mean, what’s with me?” the younger man answers. “I’m here to have fun. But I can get you a glass of water in case you’re not.” His cynical comment evokes laughter, and Hongjoong fires back,

“Bring it on.” Next to you, San shakes his head.

“These two…”

“Yeah,” you agree, cutting the meat into bite sized pieces for everyone. “I bet by the end of this at least one of them is passed out on the toilet again.” San smiles, yelling over the table at his boyfriend,

“I’m not carrying you home this time, princess!” However, Wooyoung seems to have heard nothing but the last part, because now he’s grinning from ear to ear, blushing, handing out the glasses to everyone.

“Pff,” you snort upon witnessing their interaction, and when you see the display of your phone lighting up on the table, you shift your attention there. Handing San the tongs and the pair of scissors to continue cooking the meat, you unlock your phone to read the full message sent by Jongho.

“I think I’ll buy it, but I’ll wait for it to go on sale. Btw, I’m free on saturday, if you want to meet up?” You type up a quick answer.

“can’t make saturday. meatball has a vet appointment and then i gotta run some errands ㅜㅜ what about next week?”

You put down the device and return your attention to the conversation at the table, but soon enough your phone lights up again.

“Actually, can we call real quick?”

“sure” You get up, not saying a word, expecting you’ll be back soon enough anyway, and then you leave the busy restaurant. Outside, it is definitely a lot quieter, and standing at the side of the road, you give Jongho a call.

“Y/N? Hi.”

“Hi… what is it?”

“Ah… I just thought it’d be quicker this way.”

“Oh,” you let out a laugh. “I thought something happened.”

“No, no, don’t worry. I just… actually prefer calls to texting.”

“Oh. I get that. So?” You pause for a short moment. “Next week?”

“I could do Friday.”

“Works for me. At 5?”

“7? I’m not sure when I’ll be able to leave work…” he says, sounding somewhat apologetic.

“7 it is,” you reply.

“Nice,” you hear him say.

“Where do you want to meet? We could go to this café near me, the one I told you about last time.”

“Actually, I was wondering if you wanted to come to my place? I think I need some peace and quiet after a full week of work.”

“Sure,” you smile even though he can’t see you. “Your place then. You have to send me the address.”

“Will do.” 

“Great,” you say, and then the line goes quiet. Yet neither of you hangs up, so eventually you add, “So… how was your day?”

“It was alright. I only had one meeting in the morning. The company had stew for lunch today, so I ate at the cafeteria for the first time in a while.”

“Oh, that’s nice.”

“And you?”

“Ah, I’m out with friends right now. You know, my old high school friends.”

“I hope you have fun, then!”

“Yeah, it’s always fun when we see each other,” you assure him, and somehow the way you’re exchanging trivialities like this makes you feel a little closer to him. “I feel like one of them is trying to get all of us drunk today though. So we see how that ends,” you laugh, and so does Jongho.

“Well, I happen to know a very effective recipe for a hangover soup. So if you need me, just call,” he offers.

“Thanks,” you say. “Not trying to reach that state, but I’ll keep it in mind. Oh, but, I think I should go back in. I’m in charge of the grill today, so they’ll start complaining if I don’t come back to feed them soon.”

“Right,” he answers. “Then go. We’ll talk.”

“Yeah. Hanging up!” 

“Bye,” he greets, and for a second you hesitate to press the red button to end the call, and you sigh when he beats you to it. As you’re putting your phone into your pocket, you find a somewhat appalled San approaching you.

“Y/N, is everything alright?” he asks.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t it be?”

“Just… you were suddenly gone, so I thought I’d check on you,” he says, seemingly embarrassed about how gravely he had misjudged the situation. You shoot him a smile.

“It’s okay, no need to worry. I was just talking to Jongho about meeting him.”

“Oh?” Now your friend raises an eyebrow at you suspiciously. “I thought you didn’t want to go on dates with him…?”

“It’s not a date!” you immediately refute. “We’re just seeing each other as friends. Is that so bad?”

“No?” San fails to repress a grin and he teases, “You sure it’s not a date?”

“Very sure,” you say. After all, you and Jongho had agreed to keep things friendly outside of the bedroom for now. “It’s not a date if the two of us meet up either, is it now?” you state, pointing at San and then yourself.

“No,” your friend agrees.

“See? Nothing to giggle about then. Let’s go back in,” you decide, and you put your hand onto his shoulder to push him towards the direction you both came from.

As soon as you enter Jongho’s apartment, you look around in awe. It’s neat, it’s modern, it’s spacious, and the rent is probably in a range you’d never even dream of earning in your lifetime ever. The walls are all white, the furniture is mostly black with some silver metal rods connecting everything elegantly, you find a grey rug underneath the coffee table that has a glass pane as its top, and the windows are tall - you figure they let in a lot of light during the day, but now, in the evening, they grant a magnificent view of the lights and the bustling nightlife in the city underneath. 

“Whoa…” you gasp, slipping out of your shoes and walking inside right behind Jongho. “So that’s how rich people live, huh.”

“Ahh, it’s not that impressive,” he waves it off, but you shake your head.

“Uhm, excuse me, you do know what my flat looks like, yeah? This here is more than twice the size!” you refute, and then you add, “I just think you’re lucky to be able to afford to live so comfortably.”

“Right,” Jongho agrees, and he loosens his tie as he walks over to the open kitchen. “Do you want anything? Water? Alcohol?” 

“What, wanna get drunk tonight?” you ask with a grin on your lips and you follow him. Catching a glimpse of the contents of one of the cabinets, you can see he doesn’t have a lot of tableware - which makes sense, considering he lives alone. 

“Honestly, I need it…” the guy sighs, looking away. The bags under his eyes are apparent, exhaustion carved into his features, and you wonder if it’s from the usual stress or if something additional happened. “Do you like drinking?”

“From time to time, yeah,” you answer, and you watch him walking out into the living room, opening a different cupboard there, to reveal several bottles of assorted alcoholic beverages. “I take it you enjoy it quite a bit?” you guess, and he gives you a tired laugh.

“Yeah… how about this?” He holds up a bottle of whiskey, and you wonder how many hours you’d have to work to be able to afford an expensive looking bottle like this.

“Whatever you can recommend,” you say. “I don’t know that much about what brands are good.”

“Then we’ll go with this,” he decides, and after bringing over two tumblers and pouring each of you a glass, he sits down on the sofa, inviting you to do the same. 

“Cheers,” he raises his glass, and you follow suit.

“Cheers.” You end up quite enjoying the rich taste of the beverage, along with the slight burn it leaves as it goes down your throat. You make sure to drink it slowly, savouring the taste, and yet soon enough you both find yourselves having emptied your glasses.

“Seconds?” Jongho offers, and you nod. “Oh, do you want ice in it?”

“Sure,” you say, adding with a grin as you watch him walking over to the kitchen for the ice. “You are trying to get me drunk, aren’t you?”

“No, no,” he denies it with a shy smile on his face, and you both laugh. You use the few moments that it takes him until he comes back to scan your surroundings again. There’s not many decorations on the shelves or the wall, a picture that has not been hung up yet and a candle that looks like it’s been lit maybe once. You also find a guitar in one corner of the room - a classical one, and you wonder if he’s good at playing it.

“There you go.” He returns with an adequate amount of ice, and he pours the both of you another drink. You watch as he brings the glass to his lips, taking a sip, and savouring it for a moment before he lets it glide down his throat.

“Had a rough day?” you too take a sip after posing your question.

“Yeah…” the guy next to you answers, and as he puts down his glass, his gaze finds you. “I need a distraction, I think.”

“A distraction? What are you thinking about?”

“You know… what we always do.”

“Ah…” you sigh and you set your glass down on the coffee table in front of you, before turning to him, leaning your body against the backrest of the sofa and placing your palm on top of his thigh. “I don’t do scenes when I’ve had a drink.” You can see the disappointment reflecting in his gaze, though Jongho tries his best not to show it. It’s enough to make you feel bad for having to turn him down though - even when you know it’s for the best. “I could… offer something else though.”

“What?” he asks, looking directly at you with his head cocked slightly to the side, his gaze taking in your features.

“Well… for starters, you seem like you could use a nice hot bath,” you suggest, your thumb drawing circles onto the fabric of his dress pants. “And then you can tell me all about what made you this stressed and tired. Does that sound good?” He nods, his eyes not leaving your face as your fingertips dance from his leg to his stomach, hand coming to a rest there. “And then maybe I’ll make you feel good too… just nothing too extreme today, yeah?” You reach up into his hair, combing it back with your fingers, and at this point his stare lingers on your lips so very obviously. Still, you don’t give him what he wants just yet. Instead, you get up and you position yourself right in front of him, cupping his chin in your hand.

“What?” you chuckle, while he stares up at you with round eyes. “Want a kiss?” Jongho nods and you reach for your glass that is still half full. “I have a better idea.” You take a sip of the cool liquid, and then you bring the tumbler to his lips, feeding him the remainder of the alcohol inside. You watch as he drinks up, feeling the movements along his throat with each gulp he takes, and he blushes upon hearing you mutter,

“Swallow. That’s a good boy.” With him expectantly staring up at you as soon as the glass is empty, you brush your thumb across his bottom lip, and his eyes flutter shut for a moment upon feeling your touch. You lean in, finally granting him a kiss, and as your tongue licks into his mouth, you can still taste the remainder of the alcohol. 

“Let’s go?” you then say, speaking softly, while you part from him slowly. He merely follows you into the bathroom wordlessly, giving you a good idea of just how tired he is, and as you think to yourself that either way this isn’t a state where you’d want to do a scene with him, you also feel the strong urge to take care of him in any way you can bubbling up from deep inside. 

And so you take him by the hand after you close the bathroom door behind you, and you scatter a few kisses in his neck at which he lets out a deep sigh, before you undo his tie for him and you toss it to the side. He reaches up to unbutton his white shirt, but you gently push his hands away, whispering,

“Let me do it.” You take off his clothes one by one, filling the tub up with some nice hot water, and you add some bath salt that you find in one of the cabinets. Ridding yourself of your clothes as well, you get into the bathtub first, sitting at one end of it so you could let him comfortably lean his back against your chest, and as soon as he’s all settled in, your arms snake around his waist. His eyes fall shut with a groan almost immediately, and as your lips brush against his temple, you stop yourself from placing a kiss there. You notice your face has heated up from the warm water, the alcohol in your veins, or maybe the way you feel you’ve never quite been as intimate with him as right now, and you reach over to the bottle of shampoo sitting beside the bathtub. You squirt a generous amount of it into your hands, and as your fingers are working the shampoo into his hair, gently massaging his scalp, you can feel his body relax against you, along with him letting out a deep sigh.

“Feels good?” you ask, and he mumbles,

“Myeah…” 

“So… you wanna talk about anything? Or just stay like this and have me spoil you a bit?” you ask, and it takes him some time to decide on an answer.

“Mmmm… both?” he says while the corners of his mouth curl up into a weak smile. 

“Alright,” you mutter, rinsing his hair, making sure none of the soap gets into his face.

“It’s just…” he sighs, knitting his eyebrows. “Some days I don’t think I can keep doing this anymore.”

“Your job?” you say.

“Yeah… I mean…” he pauses for a while to collect his thoughts. “I’m given more and more responsibilities. I’m not sure when my father is planning on retiring exactly, but it feels like he’s preparing to do it soon? Maybe within the next few years I’ll be able to follow in his footsteps. He hasn’t once asked me whether I really wanted that or not.”

“He just assumes you will do it?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, you are doing it…” you throw in, your fingertips dancing down to his chest. 

“What choice do I have?” Jongho responds. And though you decided long ago that you yourself would walk a different path than the one set out for you, it’s not like you don’t understand why he’s doing it. 

“You’re loyal to your father,” you conclude.

“Yeah…” A bitter laugh escapes him. “Sometimes I wish I was brave enough to rebel.” Combing your fingers through his wet hair, you hum at his words.

“For somebody who needs to be coerced into following orders when it comes to me, you sure are timid.”

“Whatever…” He pouts at your observation, but soon enough the exhaustion takes back over, and his facial features relax as he leans his head against your shoulder. You let your palms wander down his torso slowly, and when you graze his core, he lets out a soft moan.

“I hope you can do what you really want to do,” you then say, as you wrap your fingers around him, feeling him grow as you slowly move up and down his length. “I don’t know how realistic it is to change professions from one day to the other. But I really hope there’s a way for you to do music.”

“Mhm…” he sighs as his body reacts to your touch. 

“If I can help you with this somehow… you know where to find me,” you add, and when your fist reaches his tip, he whines a little.

“I know…” he says, and after a few more strokes of your hand he proceeds, “You’re already helping a lot.” You smile at his words, and at the way he sucks in a breath as the pleasure flows through his body. “But…”

“Hm?”

“No games today?” He raises an eyebrow at you, glancing at you from the corner of his eye, and you have to think for a second to understand what he’s referring to.

“Ah, no… I told you we’re not doing anything crazy while half drunk,” you respond.

“I know, but… this just seems very out of character,” he chuckles, and it’s not like you don’t find yourself agreeing.

“I just wanna make you feel good today,” you say. “You don’t like that?”

“No, no, I do…” he sighs and you know he’s getting closer and closer upon hearing him moaning. 

“I just…” you say, and you earn yourself a disappointed gasp when you stop your movements. “I’ve actually… had something on my mind as well.”

“What is it?” he asks, though it takes him a while to swallow the frustration of you ceasing your touch. Wrapping your arms around his torso now, you speak,

“I’ve just been wondering… if it’s really okay for me to do to you what I’m doing…”

“What do you mean?”

“Forcing you into submission.”

“Ahh…” Silence follows, and Jongho puts one hand over yours that’s resting on his stomach. 

“It’s just… sometimes I wonder if you really want that. Because it’s often so hard for you to let go and go there.”

“I do…” His answer is merely a whisper, and somehow you’re not convinced.

“You sure?” You feel him squeezing your hand in his, and he turns his head as far as he can so he could look at your face properly.

“It’s hard for me, that’s true,” he says. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t want it. It doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy it… once you do get me to submit…” You repeat his words in your mind, hoping they would wash away your doubts. You can trust him on things like this, you feel that deep inside, but sometimes you just can’t help but wonder. “And besides… you always take really good care of me. Even now you said you wouldn’t do a scene when you had something to drink. I assume not everyone is that responsible.”

“That’s true…” He turns his head back to look straight ahead, and you feel him intertwining his fingers with yours.

“I feel like I’m in safe hands with you. And if you ever do something I don’t enjoy, I will let you know.”

“Right… thank you,” you mutter, burying your face in the crook of his neck and resting your head there for a while. “That’s reassuring to hear.” You stay like this for some time, just holding him close and listening to each other’s breathing as you enjoy the warmth of the water. “You know what I think?” you eventually speak up. 

“What?” Jongho answers with a bit of a delay, making you think he might’ve been dozing off a bit.

“We should get ourselves to bed. You’ve had a rough day, and you need the rest.”

“So… you’re staying overnight?” he assumes, sounding a little surprised.

“If it’s okay with you… I think the trains will stop running soon anyway,” you make up an excuse, though you’re not exactly sure what time it is. But either way he doesn’t question it and you both get out of the water, wrapping yourselves into two large towels to dry off. You grab a smaller one to throw over his head, and as you roughly rub it against his wet hair, he sends you a boyish grin that makes your heart beat just a little bit faster.

When you’re about to reach for your clothes, Jongho takes you by the hand instead, and next thing you know your back meets the tiles on his bathroom wall, and his lips connect to yours. After but a moment of hesitation, you do the only thing that comes to mind, and you kiss him back, lips moving against each other in a slow rhythm. Drawing closer, his hands find purchase on your hips, and when he presses his body against yours, you moan quietly into his mouth. None of you speaks a word when you part, and though you had planned to simply slip under the covers together and tuck him in, you don’t feel any kind of objection within yourself against where he’s taking this night instead.

You stumble into the bedroom, your towels scattered somewhere on the floor, and when he gently pushes you down on the sheets, crawling on top of you, you can hear him whisper,

“Is this alright with you?” 

“Yeah…” you answer when his lips graze your neck, and your hand finds its way up into his hair as he begins trailing tired kisses down your sternum and belly. At this point you can see just how badly he needs some sleep, but even when you try to convey that to him, he shakes his head.

“Just a bit longer…” he mutters as he lies down beside you, rolling you over onto your side so your back is facing him. “Need you…” You suck in a sharp breath as he mutters those words, and his hot breath hits the back of your neck before you feel his lips connecting to the skin there. He pulls you closer by your hip, until you can feel his length against your behind, and his fingertips wander towards your core while he keeps kissing and nipping at your neck and shoulders.

“Shit…” you breathe, and your body immediately reacts to him running a finger through your folds and then dipping it inside your wet cunt effortlessly. He moans at the sensation and at how ready you are for him, and he snakes his other arm around you from underneath to keep you as close to him as possible. You whine when he slips out of you, lifting your leg up a bit instead for better access, and when you feel his tip grazing your pussy, a shiver full of expectation runs down your spine. You’re so used to long and intense sessions when you’re fucking someone, always staying on top of the situation and keeping control, but every once in a while this is nice too - or maybe your body and mind are reacting to him especially strongly. Either way, you moan when he pushes up into you, and his name escapes you when he begins to roll his hips. His thrusts are sloppy and lack control, purely guided by desperation and the need to be inside of you, but combined with the way his fingers are drawing precise circles against your clit, he’s getting you right where you wants you anyway. And with your back arched just at the right angle, he hits that sweet spot deep inside your cunt with every time he thrusts back in.

“Fuck…” he curses in between letting you hear the prettiest moans, and the sound of his voice only adds to the pleasure rushing through your body. 

“Jongho…” you breathe as he ruts into you faster. “Don’t stop… don’t you dare stop…” He whines in response, his dick twitching inside of you, and you know he’s just as close as you are. A few more thrusts and you feel your walls contract around his size, your high washing over you as a broken moan falls from your lips. He fucks you right through it, when mere seconds later, he too comes undone, teeth sinking into the flesh on your shoulder as he spills inside you. 

You stay just like this, with his arms wrapped around you, and him still buried deep inside you as you both catch your breaths, coming down from your respective highs. The tip of his nose grazes your neck as he lets out a sleepy groan, and you reach for his hand that’s resting on your chest, bringing it up to your lips. Your mind clouded by the blissful aftermath of your orgasm and probably the whiskey too, you press a kiss to his palm, finding yourself mouthing the words you wouldn’t dare speak out loud.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

Him holding you as close as he possibly can, he drifts off to sleep behind you while his grip loosens a bit, and feeling safe and sound in his embrace, soon enough you too find yourself slipping into dreamland.

You wake up the next morning, a blanket having been pulled over both your and Jongho’s bodies at some point during the night, and as you blink against the light falling into the room through the windows with the curtains still open, you spot his sleeping face right next to you. It’s not the first time you’ve awoken next to him, yet somehow it feels different than it used to now. The little pout on his puffy lips makes you smile, and while the sunlight slowly wakes up your mind, you wonder whether you should stay in bed like this for a while, or see if there’s anything to make breakfast out of in his fridge. You choose the latter eventually, quietly deciding to borrow a t-shirt of his to throw on, and after you’ve managed to find your underpants in the pile of clothes you had left behind in the bathroom, you make your way to the kitchen. Looking through the scarce ingredients that greet you there, you figure Jongho doesn’t cook for himself a whole lot, but some eggs and rice should be enough for a simple breakfast. 

Soon enough, he appears behind you in his kitchen, using the opportunity to sleepily hug you from behind as he peeks over your shoulder.

“What you making?” he asks, his voice not yet warmed up, and you shake him off with a giggle to move towards the stove, cracking two eggs into a pan.

“Just this with some rice,” you answer. “It’s not a very fancy breakfast but I thought it’s better than nothing.”

“Hmm,” he makes a noise in return. “We could’ve ordered something, you know?” 

“That’s what I was trying to avoid, dumbass,” you laugh.

“Hey!” he exclaims in offense, and you shoot him a cheeky grin.

“Go wash up, it’ll be ready in a few minutes. Oh, also,” you stop him from running off right away. “Coffee?”

“Sure,” he answers, opening a cupboard to get two mugs out of it, and he gets to brewing some on the expensive looking coffee machine on the counter.

“I could’ve made it too,” you say, heating up the rice in his microwave, but Jongho just shakes his head. 

You carry the minimalistic breakfast over to the dinner table, sitting down across from each other, and you eat in silence. You find there’s some irony behind you sitting in such a fancy apartment, owned by someone who has more than enough money, and then you’re having such a simple and cheap dish with him. When you’re both done eating and you reach for the dishes to collect them and carry them back to the kitchen, he beats you to it.

“You go brush your teeth first, I’ll take care of this,” Jongho mutters, shaking his head at your attempt to clean up. “There should be a spare toothbrush in the drawer under the sink.” And so you leave him to it, finishing your morning routine in the bathroom, and soon enough he joins you.

“So? How are you planning on spending the day?” you ask, both of you back in the living room, lounging on his sofa.

“I usually don’t do much on the weekends,” he says. “I’ll go work out later, and then probably just catch up on some more sleep.” 

“Makes sense,” you retort, and your eyes find the guitar you had already noticed yesterday. Pointing at it with your chin, you ask, “You play?”

“Ah, yeah. It’s been a while though.” He gets up to bring it over, tuning it with the help of some app on his phone, and as he’s getting ready to play, he clears his throat a few times. “I can show you a bit if you want… my voice isn’t warmed up though, so sorry if anything sounds off,” he explains, an embarrassed smile playing on his lips, and then he begins strumming a few chords. You listen in anticipation, and though you knew you liked his voice before, you find yourself taken aback when you actually hear him sing for the first time. He’s playing a song you haven’t heard before, a Korean ballad, so not exactly your go-to genre of music. But you have to say it suits him very well, and so you find yourself enjoying the music he’s playing for you, finding that the song ends much too soon.

“Wow…” You give him an applause, causing him to look away a bit awkwardly.

“I’m not that good,” he says, but you disagree.

“No, that was really good actually,” you say. “I didn’t know you could sing that well!” He hesitates for a while, before taking the compliment.

“Thank you…” As he puts the guitar aside, you wonder whether you should stop him and ask him to play something else, but he ends up being faster in starting to talk.

“You see, I don’t have much time for music these days.”

“That’s a shame…” you say, and he nods in agreement.

“Yeah… but you know how it is.” You sense a bitterness behind his words that hurts to witness, and you wonder if there’s anything you could say that would comfort him. “Things have been decided for me. And the decision wasn’t this.”

“You should’ve been able to choose for yourself.”

“Yeah. My brother got that privilege. Not me.”

“How come?”

“He got to pursue his dream. When he was in middle school my parents had a talk with him to ensure he could do what he wants. Meanwhile they told me that I’m the future of my dad’s company, and I need to study well and do what they want.”

“That’s… really unfair,” you say.

“I guess it’s the burden of the first born,” he reckons, but there’s no sincerity behind his words. Maybe it’s something he’s been telling himself to make things a bit more bearable.

“Still…” You reach out, wanting to comfort him, but you hesitate to put your hand into his. Instead, your palm somewhat awkwardly lands on his shoulder, and he turns his head to look you in the eye. His gaze lingers on your face, taking in your features one by one, and once he can tear himself away, he continues.

“You know, I get that my father doesn’t want to give up the family business. It’s taken him and his parents a long time to build it up and to make it as successful as it is now. But… some days I wish it had been different.”

“I know.”

“Having a choice… must be nice.” You gulp. You are the one who had a choice here. And for a second the fear that maybe he resents you for it takes a hold of you, and you try to push it down with all your might. “Ah…” Jongho sighs, looking up at the ceiling now as he reaches for the hand resting on his shoulder, his warm palm covering it. “I’m jealous of him. To be honest, I’m jealous of you too.” Your breath gets stuck in your throat, but when he turns to give you a look filled with warmth, you find yourself relaxing a bit.

“Who wouldn’t be?” you say.

“Right…” He wraps his hand around yours, peeling it off his shoulder and instead intertwining his fingers with yours. You draw closer, until your faces are mere inches apart. “I’m sorry,” he mutters. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

“No, it’s okay,” you answer, shaking your head ever so slightly, and you find him staring at your lips. “I got a little scared there. But I know you wouldn’t take it out on me.” He closes the distance between you, but instead of kissing you, he buries his head in your neck, and he lets go of your hand to pull you closer and into his lap by your hips instead. You don’t fight it, quite the opposite - you let your lips ghost over his nape, and once you’re comfortably settled on top of him, your mouth searches for his, melting against him in a slow and lazy kiss. You permit him to have his fingertips wandering your figure, soft touches received through the oversized shirt you’re wearing. He nibbles on your lower lip, drawing a breathy moan out of you, and in return you roll your hips against him, taking back control of the kiss in the blink of an eye. You separate eventually, breathless, and you don’t hesitate to move on to his neck, brushing your lips against his mole there. One hand finds the short hair at the back of his head to tug at, and you make him expose his neck to you, giving you access to wherever you want it. Teeth sunk into his skin and your tongue pressing against his pulse makes him push you closer into him with his hand placed on the small of your back, and when you start sucking a mark into his nape, he hums at the feeling. You take your time with it, nibbling on the skin until it begins to change color, and even though you’ve chosen a spot that’s hard to cover up, he doesn’t stop you. Instead, his heavy breaths and the way you can feel him growing against your core tell you he likes what you’re doing, and once you’re done you make sure to soothe the spot with a few gentle kisses. You sit up straight to take a look at your work and then at his face, half lidded eyes watching you attentively.

“Say…” you begin, putting a finger over his lips and then tracing a line down from his chin, over his adam’s apple and towards the base of his neck. “How about a different kind of workout for today?”

“What kind?” Jongho asks, his voice low, and you’re sure he knows exactly what you’re thinking of.

“Well…” you mumble, drawing near until you’re sure he can feel your hot breath on his face. “We’re both sober now, so…”

“I think I’m in trouble.” San stares at you from across the table of the fast food place where you decided to have an emergency meeting during your lunch break. You know you don’t have time to beat around the bush, as you will both have to be back at your work places in less than an hour, so you ended up simply blurting out the first thing that came to mind.

“What do you mean?” Concern is painted all over his face as he picks up his sandwich, stopping himself in the process of biting into it to respond to you.

“Uh…” That’s the only sound that makes it out of your mouth as your gaze drops from your friend’s face to the food on your tray.

“Y/N, did something happen…?”

“...I think I’m in love with him.” 

“Ahhh…” Now San is leaning back in his chair, a smug grin appearing on his lips. “I knew it.”

“Shut up.”

“I knew it!”

“Shut the fuck up.” 

“Alright, alright.” Still grinning, he takes a big bite of his egg sandwich, and you do the same.

“I just… I’m scared,” you admit once you’ve swallowed the food in your mouth. “I know I’m repeating myself here, just…”

“I know,” San says. “You’re scared of getting hurt again.”

“Yeah… maybe,” you answer. “Actually, I don’t think… he would betray me like that. But… yeah, I guess the fear is still there somewhere.”

“That makes sense,” your friend responds. “But… it’s good to see you heal.” His words make you halt for a moment.

“Right… I suppose that does mean… I’m healing. But…” you let your gaze wander around the restaurant, “have I healed enough?”

“Only you know that.” You lower your head.

“I’m scared I’m not ready yet after all, and that I’ll end up hurting him…” you mutter.

“Y/N,” San says, reaching across the table to put his hand over yours, making you look him right in the eye. “I think you worry too much.” You sigh.

“I know that too…”

“And besides,” he continues, “how else are you going to heal wounds caused by a relationship other than in a relationship?”

“Right,” you find yourself agreeing, and at the same time you wonder if maybe there’s wounds you have helped Jongho heal. You’ve done a lot for him, you know that, so why wouldn’t it be possible that he’s also doing a lot for you?

“You know what I think?” San says.

“What?”

“You’re not gonna like this, but… as much as you’re trying to help that guy let go of his need to be in control… I think that’s something you too would benefit from practicing sometimes.” His words hit you like a speeding truck. You’ve actually never thought of it this way, but now that he’s laid this aspect of you bare, you can’t deny it’s always been there. For a while, you find yourself wondering since when you’ve been like that, and part of the answer is probably always. But you do remember moments where you let go of that control, where you quite willingly put it into somebody else’s hands actually. So where did all that go?

Oh. You hold your breath for a second. It was probably your ex who made you close yourself up to the possibility of letting someone else take care of you, take a bit of control away from you every once in a while. Because you couldn’t trust him.

“You’re right,” you retort dryly. “I didn’t like hearing that. But I think you’re right.” San shoots you a smile, his dimples showing.

“Then go tell him how you feel, and you can figure things out. You don’t have to rush into a relationship and, I don’t know, get married and move country right away,” he reminds you with a lighthearted tone. “You can take things as slow as you need them to be. Though I’m sure now I’m the one repeating himself.” He lures a chuckle out of you, as you manage to push the thoughts of your past relationship aside.

“Yeah… I wonder if I have the courage yet,” you respond. “Thanks for listening, anyway.”

“That’s what friends are for, don’t mention it.”

You stretch your back with your arms thrown above your head while you groan, and you don’t miss the amused gaze Jongho gives you for it.

“What?” you ask with a grin on your lips. “Sitting still for almost three hours is taking its toll on me!” And now he’s laughing at your words, and seeing the expression on his face makes your heart beat a little faster.

“I didn’t say anything,” he refutes, holding out his hand to take your empty popcorn bag from you. “I’ll be right back.” You see him walk over to the trash bins to throw it away for you, when the song played in the lobby of the cinema you came to watch a movie you’ve both been dying to see catches your attention. 

If the world was ending, I’d wanna be next to you - you hum along to the melody, and when Jongho is back by your side, you point towards the general direction of where the nearest speaker must be. 

“I really like this song,” you comment, and he listens for a short while before his face lights up and he recognizes it.

“Oh, me too actually,” he says. “I tried playing it a few days ago, but I think I already forgot half the chords again.” You make your way out of the building, and when he’s getting ready to say goodbye, you speak up before he can.

“Your place is close to here, right?”

“Yes.”

“Then how about we go together and I drop you off. You didn’t come here by car, did you?”

“Ah, no. I walked,” he says. “I thought some exercise would do me good after today. Though it’s only like ten minutes.”

“Then let’s go!” 

You chat some more about the movie and the actors on the way, and somehow you both end up coming to the conclusion that it didn’t quite meet your expectations.

“The actress who played the female lead did a really good job though,” Jongho throws in, and you agree.

“Right, I’ve only seen her in dramas so far, and I liked her acting better here,” you say. “Are you a fan of her?”

“A bit, yeah,” he admits, and the urge to tease him about suddenly getting shy is overwhelming.

“So you like her, huh? You think she’s pretty?”

“Well.. yes,” he says, and you chuckle. 

“So she’s your type?”

“I don’t know, actually,” he says as you arrive in front of the apartment complex where he lives, and he fishes the keys out of his pocket. “I maybe wouldn’t go that far.”

“I see.”

“Then…”

“Yeah…” You both hesitate, and as he opens his mouth to say goodbye, you cut him off. “Actually, can I come in for a few minutes?”

“Sure,” he says. “You can stay for longer than that too.” He lets the both of you inside and you take the elevator to his floor. Having arrived in his flat, you both slip out of your shoes and leave them by the door before stepping inside. You know what you came here to say, yet somehow now that you’re supposed to start the conversation, nothing will come out of your mouth. Torn in your mind, you fidget with the sleeves of your shirt, and when you hear Jongho’s voice you snap out of it.

“Did you want to talk about something?” he asks knowingly, and you nod. “Then let’s sit down first of all.”

“I… haven’t been seeing other partners for a while, actually,” you blurt out before he can start walking over to his sofa, and he raises his eyebrows at you, seeming a little perplexed. 

“That’s… great I guess?” he answers, before correcting himself, “I mean… is it?” 

“I-” The words threaten to get stuck in your throat again, but you take in a deep breath and before the doubts in your mind can set in again, you say, “I’m falling in love with you… is what I’m trying to say.” And now the expression on Jongho’s face changes to genuine surprise, before you find a slowly growing smile appearing on his lips. “But… it still scares me,” you add, and wordlessly the man in front of you takes you by the hands, leading you over to the sofa and sitting down with you. He too seems to need a few moments to find the right words, as you see him looking around the room before he finally speaks up.

“I still… feel the same about you,” he starts, his gaze directed at you now. “I’m in love with you too. And I get that it’s still hard for you. So, we don’t have to go anywhere you’re not ready for.”

“I just… I know you won’t hurt me on purpose… but a part of me…” You struggle to keep going. You don’t want to project your past relationship onto Jongho, and yet you just cannot get that voice at the back of your head that’s constantly screaming danger to shut up.

“I know.” He gives your hands a light squeeze, and the gesture tears you out of your endless worries and brings you back to reality. To him. “And it’s not like my past relationship isn’t still haunting me either, to be quite honest.” Considering how long it’s been for him, you’re a little surprised. “But I think… maybe… we can just keep going at the pace we had so far. And see where it takes us.”

“You’re probably right…” you find yourself agreeing with him. You want anything but to rush into another relationship, because you know you still need time more than anything. But thinking about it now, you’ve actually been going at just the right pace all this time. “No, you’re right,” you repeat, and he shows you a reassuring smile. Hope grows in your chest that maybe, just maybe this might just work out for the two of you. No - that hope has been there for a long time, you’ve just never had the courage to admit it up until now.

“Oh,” he then exclaims, getting up. “Wait.”

“For what?” you ask, but you don’t receive an answer. So you simply watch as he turns on his radio, and then he searches for something on his phone, before you hear a song starting to play, and within the first few beats you recognize it as the song you’ve pointed out to him back at the cinema. Jongho puts his phone on top of one of the half empty shelves and then approaches you, holding a hand out to you.

“Do you like dancing?”

“Dancing?” The horror on your face must be apparent, because he briefly laughs at your reaction when he comes to a halt right in front of you and you hesitantly get up. “I… don’t know how to dance…” you admit, and he grabs you by your hands, pulling you aside to where there’s more space.

“It’s okay,” he mutters, placing his palm onto the small of your back and waiting for you to hold onto him. “I’ll lead you.” He begins moving along to the music, leaving you no choice but to follow as his grip on you remains steady. Your steps feel heavy, and you’re clumsily following along wherever he decides to sway next, but soon enough you recognize a pattern behind his movements, and you find yourself feeling a bit more comfortable in his hold.

“You’re doing well,” he says, and you crack a smile. This is probably the first time you’ve heard those words from him and not vice versa, and for some strange reason pride swells in your chest. You find yourself humming along to the singers on the track as you let go of the fear of embarrassing yourself or stumbling over your own feet, and you find him mouthing a few of the lyrics as well.

I don't even wanna do this anymore Cause you already know what you mean to me And our love's the only war worth fighting for.

You sway from side to side, the distance between your bodies closing almost naturally, until you have your head leaning against his chest, allowing him to just hold you close as you move in tune with the song’s rhythm. You close your eyes, and in that moment it dawns on you that you trust him to show you the right direction, to hold onto you so you won’t fall, no matter what. 

Wherever you go, that's where I'll follow Nobody's promised tomorrow So I'ma love you every night like it's the last night.

“You know,” he breathes into your ear.

“Hm?”

“I’ve been wanting to tell you this for a while now… Thanks for becoming someone I can rely on.” His sudden confession makes you smile, and at this point you feel like your body is moving along with his by itself, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Mhm,” you hum. “The same goes for me.” Warmth spreads all throughout you - a kind of warmth you haven’t felt in a while. You realize in that moment that you two have become a pretty good team in more ways than one. Emotionally, you’ve come to understand each other, being able to tell what the other might need from the slightest signs. And physically too, you’re not the only one who’s learned how to read him, how to handle him. He too has learnt how to see right through you, like coming together with you to form a perfect synergy, time and time again.

“Sit down for me,” you say, kneeling in front of him on top of your bed, a piece of cloth in your hands, and you give him a smile filled with both excitement and the need to take care of him. Jongho obeys, peeking up at you expectantly, and you cup his chin in your hand. “Good boy,” you praise him, and you see the way his eyes sparkle at your words. Then you bring the blindfold up to his face, covering his eyes with it.

“You feeling alright?” you ask once you finish tying the ends of the silky fabric together behind his head, and Jongho slowly nods. You have him straddled on top of your bed, sitting comfortably in his lap when you reach for the bowl of ice cubes you had prepared and you pop one of them into your mouth, letting it melt on your tongue for a little bit before you chew on it a few times and you swallow. Your now ice cold lips meet his, and as he gasps at the cool sensation, you slip your tongue inside. With your arms loosely wrapped around his broad shoulders, you share a slow but deep kiss with him as your lips gradually take on a warmer temperature again.

“Wanna be good for me and lie down?” you breathe, giving him a gentle push to his sternum, and he does as told. Then you reach for another ice cube, and holding it between your lips, you lean in. He sucks in a sharp breath as the cold material comes in touch with his skin, and it leaves a thin layer of melted water as you drag it along his collarbone and down his chest. His hands searching for something to hold on to, he finds your hips, but as per usual, you don’t permit him to touch you. Instead, you take a hold of his wrists, placing them to each side of his head, and letting go of the ice cube for a moment, you speak quietly but with an emphasis,

“Stay like this.” You watch as his lips part, though he doesn’t give you an answer. Instead, he merely holds the position you’ve put him in, even when you can see his hands forming fists as soon as you continue to move the ice along the lines on his torso. You let your warm palm glide up the same way you had dragged the ice down his body, and he gasps softly at the sudden temperature change. “‘S that feel good, pretty boy?” You run your nails back down over his well trained chest and the delicate skin on his stomach, and he flinches underneath you.

“Mhm,” he hums in response as the ice cube continues to melt against his skin. You lick up the water around it, flat tongue warming up the area, and you quietly reach for a new one from the bowl on your bedside table. Nipping on his skin while his chest gently rises and sinks beneath you, your lips wander to the left, and when you brush them against his nipple, he lets you hear a tiny whine. 

“You like that?” you ask, your voice sultry.

“Yeah,” Jongho breathes.

“And what about this?” You put the ice into your mouth, using it to draw circles around the sensitive bud, and immediately his chest rises as he sharply sucks in a breath of air. You use the tip of your tongue to soothe his skin, but when you begin to lap at his hard nipple, the heat of your mouth mixing with the chilling sensation of the ice, a moan falls from his lips. Your hand finds the other side of his chest, and with one thigh placed between his legs, you press up against his core, feeling him starting to get hard.

“Getting horny for me, huh?” you tease him. “And so pliant today.” Your partner can’t but whine at your words, as you move your thigh against his length for some friction. You pick up the remainder of the ice cube and move back up to his mouth to kiss him, parting his lips so you could let the ice melt between your tongues as you kiss him breathless. “Such a good boy,” you mutter into his mouth, and when you reach down between your bodies to wrap your hand around his cock, he throws his head back, teeth clenched. You hum at all the reactions you seem to be drawing out of him so much more easily today, and with your face buried in his neck to nibble on the skin there, you start slowly jerking him off. Jongho lets you hear a breathy moan when you sink your teeth into his skin with the intention of marking him as yours, and he writhes underneath you when your fist reaches his tip.

“Sensitive today, aren’t we?” you tease him a bit further, and his ears take on a bright shade of red as heat rushes to his face. “You’re so cute like this.” He whines in protest and all you can do is chuckle in return when you move further south, leaving a trail of kisses down his chest, and a few bites here and there too. A pained sigh falls from his lips when you let go of his fully erect length, sitting up on top of him now and gently running your nails down his upper body. “You don’t like it when I call you that?” He doesn’t say anything, but the pout that appears on his plush lips tells you all you need to know. “You can tell me, beautiful,” you mutter, reaching for one of his hands and placing a lingering kiss to his palm. “Or did I already make you forget how to speak?”

“No…” he says. “Don’t like it…” You find his other hand as well, and you pin both his wrists to the bed right above his head with one hand.

“Well I can’t help it,” you coo over him, and for a second there you have to recollect yourself upon taking in the image unfolding underneath you. “You’ll need to be a little less cute then.” And again, he whines in defeat, and you roll your hips on top of him once, your core grazing his hard on and it makes him shiver. “Shit, I didn’t think taking one of your senses away would make you this much more sensitive…” He throws his head to the side, mayhaps in an attempt to escape your looks, but he must know just as well as you do that he can’t hide. “Don’t,” you whisper, capturing his chin between your thumb and index finger of your free hand, and you place a kiss to the corner of his mouth before running your fingertips across his lips. He parts them ever so slightly, and you push your thumb inside eventually, leading him to gently bite down before you find the tip of his tongue. Hot saliva coating your thumb, you praise him to make him continue sucking on it. “I wanna watch you…” you mutter, almost mesmerized by how well he complies, a blush dusted onto his cheeks. “Wanna see everything.” You pull out your thumb and you bring your hand down to wrap it around his cock, distributing his spit along his length and spreading it on his tip. He arches his back underneath you, seemingly desperate for your touch, and maybe if he could see the wicked smile on your lips he wouldn’t get so into it already. However, like this you just can’t help but take advantage of his need, and so you gradually pick up speed, stroking him closer and closer towards his high.

“Doing so well for me today,” you grant him some more words of praise, and you enjoy seeing how his face distorts underneath the blindfold when you add, “And so needy…” He groans as you bring him nearer to the edge, his hips bucking up into your hand, but you immediately shift your weight to hold him down. “Don’t get greedy, pretty boy,” you warn him, and by the broken moan he lets out you can tell he’s about to come undone.

“Not yet,” you mutter when you take your hand away, and as soon as Jongho understands what’s happening, he sucks in a sharp breath. 

“Shit…” he curses through gritted teeth, and you chuckle at him, cupping his cheek in your palm.

“You really thought I’d let you cum? Just like that?” you mock him in a tone so sweet it must hurt. “Shouldn’t you know better by now?” He moves his head away from your touch, anger reflecting on his face, and it intrigues you. “What? You really are getting greedy.” Pouring some salt into the wound, you wonder how he would react. You know for a fact that if you had done this same exact thing to him a few weeks ago, he would’ve immediately tried to fight back, to turn the tables around on you. Or maybe he would’ve called out the safe word, unable to stomach all the frustration coursing through his body from how you’re treating him so unfairly - according to him anyway.

But nothing. He merely lies there, his jaw clenched, not starting a single attempt to free his hands from your hold. And it takes him a few moments, but eventually you can feel him relax underneath you, and an overwhelming wave of heat rushes straight to your core as you can hear him speak a single word very quietly.

“Please.” For just a second you want to give him everything, and so you reach for his cock, and when you start pleasuring him, he throws his head back, letting out an almost angelic sound as he moans at your touch.

“That’s right…” you breathe. “Such a good boy…” And he seems to get the hint, because as soon as the praise reaches his ears, he begs some more.

“Please… please let me cum…” 

“More, baby boy. Let me hear more…”

“P-please… want it so bad…” You feel him twitching in your hand and he whines at the way you’re moving your fist along his size, a drop of precum forming on his tip and you collect it on your fingers to coat his length with it. “P-please… please…!” The words keep falling from his lips while his body tenses up, and just when you think he must be almost there, you stop again, earning another strained noise from him. He says nothing as you let him catch his breath for a while, waiting until he’s come down from his almost-high, and again you find yourself affected by how he isn’t complaining at all.

“Gonna make you feel so good,” you promise. “Just trust me.” Jongho nods. He does trust you. And so, with a swelling feeling of pride warming your chest, you begin jerking him off again. “Doing so well for me, baby,” you say. “Gonna make you cum so good.” You lean in, your nose grazing the skin on his neck as you scatter little kisses all over, and eventually you wander down to his shoulder. You can feel him writhe in pleasure underneath you, and the stronger he reacts, the faster you move your hand along his cock. “Cum for me, pretty boy,” you mutter, before sinking your teeth into his flesh, and not long after he cries out from the sharp pain, he comes undone with a sweet moan, spilling into your hand and all over his stomach.

You let go of his hands and you reach for the wet towel beside your bed to wipe him clean, enjoying the few whines you draw out of him when touching an area that’s still too sensitive. Then you rub your hands along his thighs in a soothing motion, watching him catch his breath.

“Such a good boy…” you mutter, and you see him gulp at the praise. “You know what I think?” 

“Hm?”

“I’d really like to tie you up a bit… how’s that sound?” He nods at your suggestion. “Then sit up.” You get a piece of rope before you position yourself behind him. “Give me your hands.” Jongho does as told, and you place them so his elbows are angled at about 90 degrees, and his forearms are parallel to each other. You put some rope around them, checking if the position feels comfortable to him, and as soon as he gives you the okay, you get to work. It’s almost meditative, tying one knot after the other, watching as a pretty pattern forms along his arms, and he too seems to enjoy the sensations it’s giving him, because it’s apparent how the tension leaves his shoulders bit by bit.

“That should work,” you say when you’re done, and you run your palms up his shoulder blades, all the way to his neck, wrapping your fingers around it. He reacts immediately by leaning his head back, exposing his throat to you, and you go in for a few feathery light kisses against his pulse. “How are you feeling?” Your fingertips wander down his front, grazing his chest and then moving to his sides, following the lines to his hips before you rub your palm along his thighs. You feel the urge to bend him over right then and there, maybe give him a few spanks, but you remember he’s told you before he’s bad with pain - most kinds anyway, so instead you bring your hands back up, and you take them away as you move to his front, and you comb your digits through his brown locks while he says,

“I’m good.” 

“There’s so much I want to do to you…” you whisper, watching him biting his lower lip in anticipation, and with one look down his body you find him in the process of getting hard again. You huff at the sight. “Already recovering, huh? Well, I think if you want me to touch you some more you should first earn it, don’t you agree?” Jongho nods, waiting patiently for you to tell him what you want. “Lie down.” Your command is short, and he follows it immediately, lying flat on his back with his arms underneath. “That’s right,” you praise as you crawl on top of him, placing yourself right above his face with your thighs to each side of it. “Show me how much you want it, baby boy.” His mouth falls open as soon as you lower yourself onto his face, lips grazing your folds and his hot breath makes you shiver. You hold on to the bed frame with one hand, and you suck in a breath when you feel the tip of his tongue starting to carefully map out your pussy. And it doesn’t take long for it to become apparent that just as much as you got to know him pretty well over the past few months, he too knows a thing or two about how to push all the right buttons for you. Because even just the way he starts out with light, teasing touches, humming at your taste while he licks up your juices makes your head spin. 

“Doing so well for me…” you mewl, and he draws another moan out of you when the tip of his nose bumps against your clit.

“Y/N…” he slurs your name with his mouth buried in your cunt, and you clench around nothing in response. He takes his time outlining your folds with the tip of his tongue, always returning to your sensitive bud in the end. And when his wet muscle travels back down, he lets the tip of his nose rub against it instead. Slowly but steadily he makes you crave more, and in between soft moans and deep breaths, you order,

“More. Want you inside.” And he doesn’t keep you waiting, his tongue darting up into your dripping cunt and when he moans at your taste the vibrations he sends up your core have you mewling some more. “Shit, like that…” you praise, reaching into his hair and pulling on the strands while he begins thrusting his tongue in and out of you. You rock your hips on top of him, grinding down onto his face, and he whines at the way you tear at his locks somewhat ungently while searching for just the right angle. His moans mingling with yours in the air, you feel your heartbeat quicken as you fuck yourself on his face, and when the tip of his tongue hits that perfect spot deep inside of you, you say,

“Right there… don’t stop.” Hungrily lapping up your juices, he’s keeping a steady pace, and even though he can probably barely breathe at this point he lets you use him to get off. “Just a little… longer… shit, you’re doing so well for me…” Praise after praise falls from your lips, and with only a few more strokes of his tongue, you feel yourself clenching around it as your orgasm hits you. “Fuck, Jongho…” you mewl through gritted teeth as your entire body shakes on top of him, and he fucks you right through your high, until he can feel you starting to come down from it. 

“Did so well…” you whisper a praise as you crawl off his face to give him some space to breathe. A groan escapes him as soon as his nose and mouth are unobstructed, and you notice the way the lower half of his face is all covered in your slick. “Such a good boy for me…” you add as you lean in, licking your juices off him and then eventually kissing him, tasting yourself in his mouth as you dominate the kiss. “I’ll be right back,” you assure him, running your fingers through his disheveled hair once, before you lift yourself up off the bed to put on the harness and the strap on you had prepared. 

“You think you’re ready for your reward now, pretty boy?” you ask him on the way back, and he nods vigorously, letting out a noise in agreement. You chuckle at the image, and you order, “On your knees then.” He takes on the position you asked for - still managing to look good in the process, despite his hands being tied behind his back not being of much use, but you can tell the scene so far has exhausted him. You sit right in front of him, his cock rock hard and waiting to be touched, and when your fingers ghost over the tip he flinches.

“Guess what I got for you,” you whisper, leaning in close to his ear, and you brush your lips against his neck, grazing the mole there when he leans back his head to give you access. You take the invitation, sinking your teeth into his skin gently, before pulling back.

“What…?” he slurs.

“Guess,” you say again, but when his lips part and he doesn’t respond, you decide to give him a hint. “Something you liked a looooot last time.” He gulps, and you’re sure he understands. “Say it, pretty boy,” you mutter as you give his cock another light touch, and he immediately sucks in a sharp breath of air. “Or you won’t get to cum again.” Jongho whines in response - it must feel unfair to him that you’re making him wait for it so long. But at this point you know that with a few praises scattered in between all the teasing and edging and making him work for it, he’ll regain some patience, and you can keep playing with him a little longer.

“S-strap…” he guesses correctly, yet very quietly.

“What was that?” you ask him to repeat himself, and you wrap your fingers around the base of his length.

“Strap on,” he repeats, ears burning red, and you move your hand up and down his size slowly as a reward.

“That’s right,” you say. “Are you embarrassed?”

“A little,” he admits, and it makes you grin.

“A little?” you coo, as you jerk him off way too slowly. And yet his body tenses up under your touch, and he whines each time you graze his sensitive tip. “Don’t cum,” you warn him. “If you do, no strap for my baby boy.” He whines again, very clearly in distress, because all of the pleasure that has built up deep in his stomach is gradually getting too much to handle, and you see his thighs beginning to tremble. “You’re embarrassed… but my cock inside of you makes you feel so good.”

“Ah-!” Another whine falls from his lips, his hips charging forward as he ruts into your hand without control, but he manages to stop himself when you hiss,

“What did I say? No cumming until I allow it.” 

“Y-yes…” Seeing his gritted teeth it’s obvious how much willpower it takes him to hold back as his whole body begins to shake, and you reckon with the blindfold on it’s only harder to resist the overwhelming pleasure. But you don’t stop touching him, you don’t stop stroking his twitching cock, even when he begins stringing together all the curse words he knows and then some more.

“Fuck… shit… I’m-...” With a pathetic noise, he spills into your hand, and when he goes down, bowing before you to apologize, he doesn’t stop shaking all over. “I’m sorry… ‘m so sorry…” You remove your hand, watching as the man in front of you crumbles into nothing more than a tiny picture of misery, and when you see the wet stains forming on the fabric of the blindfold, you bring your hand that’s still coated in his seed to his mouth.

“Shh,” you coo. “Open up, beautiful.” And he does, he opens wide for you to put your fingers in his mouth, and without you needing to say anything else, he knows what to do. His tongue snaking around them, he cleans his cum off your hand thoroughly, not leaving a single millimeter of your skin stained when you pull out again. Instead, your hand is now coated in his saliva, and so you tell him to turn around.

“Bend over for me,” you order, and using the spit on your fingers as a substitute for lube, you start teasing his hole. And as soon as you come in contact with his ass, a heavenly moan slips past his lips. “That’s right, relax. Don’t worry, I’m not mad at you for cumming.”

“Mhm…”

“However… I think you do deserve a little bit of a punishment,” you continue, slipping one finger inside him. With the other hand, you reach around his body, and with a firm grip, you find his limp dick. His breath hitches immediately, and you chuckle at his reaction. “Too sensitive, are we?”

“Y-yeah…” he admits with a trembling voice.

“Should’ve listened to me then, hm?” You’re fully aware that he couldn’t have possibly held out any longer - truth be told, it was your goal to make him cum unallowed, just so you could punish him for it in the aftermath. “What’s your color, baby boy?”

“...green…” he whines desperately, and his entire body jolts as you stroke him, while you gradually prep his hole for what’s to come. Some actual lube serves to assist you, and when you find his sweet spot with two fingers buried inside of him, there’s nothing more than a whining, squirming mess left underneath you.

“Sh-shit… f-feels so… g-good…” he stutters, slurring his words as his mind must be filled with nothing but the overwhelming mixture of pleasure and pain from the way you’re overstimulating him. 

“You feel good?” you repeat, your voice gentle, and the more you feel him growing again in your hand, the more desperate his whines and whimpers become.

“Mmm… myeah… so good…” You add a third finger, wondering how quickly you’ll have him reaching his next high, and for how much longer he could go after that, but with the state you’ve put him in so far, there’s really only one thing left you desperately want to do.

“I’ll wreck you so good, my pretty boy,” you breathe at the shaking mess that he is. “So, so good.” When you feel he’s ready for the toy strapped to your hips, you finally pull out and you grant him a few seconds to catch his breath - though you’re sure at this point even hours wouldn’t be enough for him to regain his senses - and as you push up into him from behind, he cries out. His desperate noises alone could make you cum again, and as that thought crosses your mind, you reach over for a pillow, placing it underneath his lower stomach so his cock would graze it with every single time you thrust in and out of him. And it makes him moan even when you’re still going slow to make sure you don’t hurt him in the beginning, and when you pick up your pace you catch a glimpse of some drool dripping down his chin and you know he’s really gone too far now. Still, with each of your movements a noise more desperate than the one before escapes him, and when you go harder it doesn’t take long for him to come undone one more time. His moan upon being fucked right to his next high gets stuck in his throat this time, and as tears start streaming down his face, you reach into his hair, tugging at the strands and then pressing him down face first into the blanket.

“Is that all you can take?” you ask mockingly. “So strong, and already down, huh?” Tearing at the dark brown locks, he lets you hear a pathetic noise when his face is lifted up from the soft fabric for a moment. You wait for a response, but no words leave his parted lips. “What? Too fucked out to talk now?”

“Mhmm…” A whimper is all he can give to tell you yes, and the surge of power flowing through you immediately after has you beginning to thrust again. “Ah…!” he hiccups, crying from all the sensations overwhelming his senses, and one more time you halt and say,

“Give me your color.” 

“...g-green…!” You can tell how much it took out of him to speak that one word, but the fact that he did, even when he’s this wrecked, even while he’s crying, only makes you feel even prouder of him, and simultaneously serves as your sign to destroy him some more. So, one more time, you begin to fuck into him, pressing him down into the mattress with him writhing in the pain and the pleasure underneath you, sobbing and whining and crying out.

“Shit… you’re so perfect… so perfect for me…” With the strap grazing your clit at just the right angle with each time your hips snap against his, your own greed to cum again mixes with all the other emotions the image unfolding right before your eyes causes, and you pick up the pace relentlessly. “Taking me so well… fuck… my perfect boy…” 

“A-ah…!” He cries out one more time before his body convulses, and he cums all over the pillow once more. Just a few more thrusts, and you too feel yourself tumbling over the edge, and finally, you slow down and come to a stop. 

“Did so well… come here…” you breathe after pulling out of him and letting him collapse on his stomach right then and there. You lay down behind him, loosening the blindfold to reveal a pair of reddened eyes, and you wrap an arm around his broad figure. With your thumb, you wipe the tear stains off his face, and you scatter a line of kisses from below his ear to his neck and all the way down his upper back as far as you can reach. “You feeling okay?” Jongho nods, albeit seeming very tired.

“Then I’m glad… wouldn’t want to hurt my amazing boy…” With the last remainder of strength left in his body, he turns around so he could face you, and you immediately pull him close to let him rest his head atop your chest. “I’m so proud of you,” you continue to shower him in praises, and then you add some more when you notice the weak smile creeping onto his lips. “You did amazing.”

“You too…” he eventually mumbles, and with one arm loosely placed around your upper body, he draws a few circles onto your side with his thumb. Combing your fingers through his hair and feeling him lean into your touch, you feel your heart swell at the sight.

“I love you.” You whisper the words so quietly, you think he wouldn’t have caught them, but then he places a lingering kiss onto your chest, and he breathes,

“I love you too.” And for a second you can feel all the fears and the anxieties creeping back up to you. However, when he opens his tired eyes and he glances up at you with the most fucked out and at the same time love drunk expression you’ve seen, the doubts wash away. 

Right, maybe you did find each other at just the right time, so you both could heal some of the scars in each other’s hearts. And maybe this time, you’ve both found someone who’s right for you.

“That’s a good boy!” you cheer as you pet your last client for the day on his sides. The bulldog wags his butt upon hearing your praise, panting in expectation over the treat he knows you’re hiding in your back pocket. You reach around for the piece of jerky all dogs get after their physiotherapy session is over, and you laugh as he greedily lunges towards it.

“Uh-uh,” you shake your head and lift your index finger in front of the dog’s face. “Sit. That’s a good boy.” The dog listens to the command obediently, and this time when you carefully hold out the treat for him, he takes it from you more gently. Well, a little more gently anyway. Smiling, you shake your head at the energetic pup, and then you get up off the floor and walk towards the door to let the owner inside.

“Thank you,” the young man tells you, before joyfully greeting his pet, his voice rising a few octaves and you find the image endearing. It always makes you the happiest to see how not only the animals, but also their owners seem to feel better after a session, having granted both of them relief from two different kinds of pain. You watch them walk out of the clinic together with a content smile on your face, before dedicating yourself to the last task of today’s shift: cleaning up. It takes you about half an hour to set up your office for a fresh start on Monday, and on your way out you greet your colleagues who are still standing by the reception counter chatting.

“See you next week!”

“Have a nice weekend!”

“You too!” You step outside into the warm air of late spring, and you take in a deep breath and close your eyes. You chose this profession because you knew you could thrive doing a job like this, continuously seeing payback for your efforts, and yet a full work week doesn’t leave you unfazed. Of course not, no matter how much someone likes their job, they’re bound to get exhausted from it from time to time - or that’s what your observations say.

“Y/N, hey.” You open your eyes to see Jongho standing in front of you, a smile full of adoration plastered onto his face, and you can’t help but return that same expression to him.

“Hey,” you greet him, hands in the pockets of the thin jacket you had thrown on in the morning, when it was still a bit colder. You notice you’re feeling a little too warm with layered clothing now, wondering if you should take off the jacket after all. “How was your day?”

“Ah, you know,” he looks to the side. “The usual.”

“Better if I don’t ask?”

“Better if you don’t ask, yeah,” he retorts, and there’s a hint of tiredness behind his smile. Jongho holds out his hand for you to take, and you don’t hesitate. “Let’s go?”

“Let’s. I’ve been starving,” you answer, and you intertwine your fingers with his as you begin to walk down the street.

“What about you? How was your day?”

“Good,” you say. “The grumpy chihuahua I told you about last time almost bit me again. But other than that it was good,” you chuckle, and instinctively Jongho lifts up your hand that he’s holding to check for any nicks or scratches. 

“You sure you didn’t get bitten?” he asks upon finding a bandaid on your other hand.

“Ah, that,” you exclaim as you arrive where he parked his car, and he opens the door for you to get in. “That’s from two days ago, actually.” He sits in the driver’s seat, and as soon as he’s shut the door on his side, he turns towards you, gesturing for you to give him your hand.

“It’s fine, really,” you assure, though you hold out the wounded hand to him anyway. “An angry cat scratched me, I’m used to-” Jongho lifts your hand up to his mouth, pressing a soothing kiss to the bandaid, and his eyes flutter shut while his soft lips linger. “Thanks,” you say eventually, watching him pull back and shooting you a serious look. He reaches out to cup your cheek in his palm, thumb brushing against the skin on your face.

“I just don’t want you to get hurt.” He says it with such gravity that it almost seems a little over the top for the situation - it is just a tiny scratch after all, and it’ll be all healed up in a week or so. And still, you know there’s so much more behind his words than just worry over your hand. 

And so you do the only thing you can think of in that moment, and you shoot him a sincere smile, saying, “I know. Thank you for looking out for me.” Wordlessly, he returns your expression, before letting go of you and instead putting on his seatbelt and bringing his hand up to the steering wheel. “So?” you switch topic. “Where are you taking me today?”

“Surprise,” Jongho says, starting the engine. “But I packed you some clothes in the backseat that I think would be fitting for the occasion.” He points to the back and you reach behind you to try to get a glimpse of the contents of the bag. You find a pair of dress pants, making you assume he’s planning on taking you somewhere expensive, and upon digging some more, you find yourself holding onto an embroidered sleeve in antique pink. You stop your rummaging, and before you know it, you’re grinning from ear to ear like an idiot as memories of the first time he took you out on a date come back to you. 

“Thanks for bringing them,” you say, sitting up straight, and you glance over to him, who’s focused on driving out of his parking space.

“Of course,” he answers, before he enters the road towards your destination. “I think you’ll have to get changed in the car though.”

“That’s fine, don’t worry about it,” you brush it off, staring out of the window as the lights of the bustling city pass you by. Right. You two sure have come a long way.

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ღ Ateez Jongho x fem-bodied!reader  ღ words: ~6.9k ღ genre & warnings: tiny bits of fluff if you squint but mostly pure filth, smut (sub!Jongho (who needs and wants to be coaxed into submission), dom!reader, dry humping, praise, some punishment & teasing, shibari, choking, handcuffs, edging/orgasm denial, handjobs, oral, overstimulation (all idol receiving), hair pulling (reader receiving), masturbation (both, guided for him), unprotected sex, use of traffic light system (he yellows reader once), he goes into subspace, reader puts on a strap midway, he performs oral on said strap, pegging (idol receiving), a hint of dacryphilia, a single spank (idol receiving), multiple orgasms (both), some aftercare) ღ reader: has a vagina, no other descriptions of reader’s anatomy, no pronouns used

Desc.: It’s the second time Choi Jongho seeks you out to help him take his mind off everything else going on in his life, and it’s also the second time you happily assist him with that.

Author’s note: Some time ago I realized I’ve never written sub!Jongho. Well now I have. Don’t ask how any of this happened because I have no idea either. Enjoy aksjdflköas

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“I knew you’d come back.”

He watches from his spot on the dark red sofa in your room as you slowly walk over to him, his eyes narrowed and fixated on your face. You made him wait for you here while you got changed into your preferred outfit for a scene like this - some simple black lingerie that comfortably wraps itself around your body, elegant and practical, giving you full freedom of movement. He doesn’t answer, and so, when you come to a halt right in front of him, standing between his spread legs, you lift up his chin with your index and middle finger placed underneath it.

“Choi Jongho…” you say his name, letting it roll off your tongue as if testing whether saying it out loud would fit the way you speak or not, and he raises his eyebrows at you ever so slightly. Your fingertips dance down his throat, and you notice the first button on his black dress shirt is undone. “What brings you here?”

“Isn’t that obvious?” he replies, and you can’t wait to wipe that expression off his face that tells you he feels superiour. It’s interesting to you that he still sounds so bold, when it completely contradicts what he’s come here for.

“Is it?” you ask, purely to engage him in a bit of a push-and-pull game to keep the both of you entertained, and because it seems to you that’s what helps ease him into the situation. You sit down in his lap, straddling him, your hands now rested on his shoulders, and you cock your head to the side.

“I would think so, yes,” Jongho replies, his voice deep and quiet, the sound wrapping itself around your ears like honey. Now you can see his gaze wandering to your lips, but he doesn’t dare take in your whole figure.

“Like what you see?” you tease him further, leaning back a little to give him a better view of your body. And now he can’t but accept the invite to take a good, long look at you, and though he doesn’t say anything, you can tell the answer must be yes. You chuckle at his reservedness when his eyes are back on yours, and you lean in closer, stopping with merely a hair’s width between your lips and his. His eyelids flutter shut at the proximity “In your message you said you needed someone to take your mind off things,” you repeat what he had written to you a few hours prior. “Is that what you want me to do?”

He gulps, looking back up at you, and it seems his features have softened as he mouths, “Yes please.” 

“See? It’s not that hard,” you mutter softly, before pressing your lips against his. You kiss him slowly, sensually, letting him fall into your rhythm, and you enjoy the way he kisses you back, his hands finding purchase on your hips. He pulls you just a little closer and you part his lips with your tongue to deepen the kiss. “You feeling okay?” you ask upon parting. “You seem tired.”

“I am…” he sighs, without opening his eyes, and he leans his head back, offering his neck to you - voluntarily or not, you’re not sure, but you can’t resist the urge to press a few kisses to the delicate skin there. 

“Had a rough week?”

“Month,” he corrects you, a bitter laugh escaping him.

“I see…” You come back up to look him in the face, and you can unmistakably see the bags under his eyes and the tension in his features. Cupping his cheeks with your hands and brushing your thumbs against his skin, you lure another sigh out of him, before he opens his eyes to give you a tired look. “I’ll take care of you,” you say, and as he nods, you go in for another kiss. You roll your hips on top of him, and for now you allow him to guide you to keep up a steady pace as you feel his bulge grow in his pants. You make out with him like this for a while, and when you pull away you have him letting out a breathy moan at the friction against his core. 

“I think,” you say, tugging at the hem of his shirt, “this needs to go off.” And so he watches you intently as you open up one button after the other, his well trained chest and soft stomach coming into vision, and you end up gasping at the sight.

“What?” he challenges you, a cocky grin showing on his lips.

“You’re handsome.” You say it matter-of-factly, so as not to flatter him too much, but you really do mean it. Running your palms up his torso once, you add, “Such a pretty boy.” He doesn’t react - for now, you assume, because you still remember quite well how much he relished in the compliment the first time you were with him. Back then he had come to you, not really knowing how to go about meeting a dom he’d only talked to a couple of times on the internet, but he played it off surprisingly well. You also recall it took him quite a while to actually do the thing he came to you for - submitting. And now that he’s here a second time, it makes you think that despite the difficulties of letting go, he must’ve really ended up enjoying himself.

You discard his shirt, tossing it onto the ground, and you marvel at the shapes of his body. Next, you hook two fingers into the waistband of his dress pants, a neat black color as well, and when he doesn’t object or stop you, you rid him of those too. 

“Let’s take all of this off you, hm?” you say as you make him stand, and once there’s no item of clothing left on his body, you guide him over to your bed, making him sit at the edge of it. You bring some rope with you, dark blue, and about one centimeter thick, unwinding it in front of him. “You liked this last time, didn’t you?” Jongho nods, and you continue, “Well, I also liked how you looked in this. So how about I do a few knots on you, and in the meanwhile you can tell me about all that’s stressing you out?”

“Alright,” he agrees, and you get to work. You’ve been wondering how to make the rope fit his body this time even before he arrived here, and you decided to do a simple chest harness on him, not primarily meant to restrict him, but simply because you think the shape would suit him - and the navy blue color does too. You get to work, and as soon as you begin, you can feel him relaxing under your touch.

“So? What’s bothering you?” you ask. 

“Don’t make me think…” he mutters, eyebrows knitted from the stress, and you reach out to cup his face, running your thumb across his bottom lip.

“Oh, I’ll wipe your head clear of all thoughts soon enough, don’t you worry,” you chuckle, and as he looks up at you, you can see his pupils shaking. “That’s what you want, isn’t it?” He lets out a noise that you interpret as agreement while he looks away, leaning into the touch of your palm. He’s already told you this before, when you received his text message, so you leave it at that for now.

“I just thought it might help you to get stuff off your chest. You can tell me anything,” you remind him.

“I know…” he mutters an answer, and he ponders on where to start as he sits there with his hands in his lap, only moving when you need him to. “I just don’t think this job is for me, you know?”

“How come? I would think you’re good at it.”

“It’s not that… I know I can do it… I think that’s why my father chose me as his successor. And I like the prestige that comes with being almost CEO…” He pauses, and you give him time to think. “It’s just… not what I want to do.”

“What do you want to do?” you ask, as you’re finishing another knot, and before he can answer, you throw in a question, “Too tight?” Jongho shakes his head.

“It’s just right,” he says. 

“Tell me if something feels off.”

“Mhm.” You continue working, laying the rope around his shoulders and his sides to tie him a simple but elegant harness. You think it’s what fits him best.

“Music,” he breaks the silence after a while. “I wanted to do music.” You acknowledge his words with silence. You’re sure there’s nothing you could say to him that would solve his problem, so you decide that simply listening would be the next best option. You move behind his back and continue to work on the harness quietly, listening to the way his breathing seems calmer now than when he came here, and he lets you, merely enjoying the feeling of the rope around his body.

“You’re too pretty for them to stick you in an office all day and force you into the footsteps of your father…” You eventually say, as you finish up your work.

“Hmm? Where do you reckon they should put me instead?” he slurs his words a bit as he visibly enjoys the way your fingertips trace his golden brown skin as you bring them back down his shoulders, yet he says it with amusement in his voice.

“I don’t know,” you reply, and when you run your hand through his hair he leans into your touch and it lures a deep breathy moan out of him. “My bedroom maybe. Like permanently. So I can do this with you all day.” And now he laughs, his eyes still closed as you have him lean his head back fully, so you feel his silky hair against your chest, and when you cup his chin with your hand he finally looks at you. 

“I’m affecting you, huh.” Something about the cocky smile he sends you, and the boost of confidence your words gave him that radiates off of him makes you like him just a bit more. You hum at his assumption, letting go of his chin and letting your hand travel down his upper body, tracing the navy blue knots prettily lined up along his sternum, and then touching the soft skin on his stomach. He keeps staring up at your face, waiting, but the more time you take, the more you can see his jaw tensing up, teeth clenching. 

“I thought that wasn’t a secret,” you answer, finally. “And it’s not like that feeling is one-sided.” As much as he’s trying to hide it, you don’t have trouble reading him, even when the signs are as subtle as they can get. 

“Then hurry…” he mutters, and you can’t but smirk at him, as your other hand snakes around his throat.

“That wasn’t very polite of you just now,” you scold him, though you speak softly, and to punish him your fingertips move right past where he so obviously wants you, running your palm up and down his thigh instead. You can feel him gulp against the hand around his throat, and he probably knows anything else he could say will be used against him, so he keeps quiet for now. “Hmm? No more cheeky remarks for me?” You relish in the glare he sends you - but you’re the one who has him in a chokehold, and he’s the one who wants his dick touched, so he stays silent for his own good. “What a good boy.” You retrieve the hand laying around his throat and use it to run it up his scalp instead, grabbing onto the roots of his hair and pushing him forward, forcing him to look away from you. A groan escapes him as you deprive him of your touch only a second later, but he’s quickly comforted when instead, you move around him on top of the blanket in order to sit in his lap and straddle him. You give his shoulders a gentle push, having him leaning back a little and supporting himself on his hands placed behind him, guiding him into the position you want him in. You take in the sight in front of you, eyes following the lines down his toned body - his chest, the hint of his abs hiding underneath his stomach, down to his navel and his half-hard cock. You feel the burning need to touch him, and yet the urge to play with him some more is bigger.

“What are you thinking right now?” you ask, reaching out to cup his face in your hand, and the way he melts into your touch makes your heart skip a beat. But you don’t show it - or maybe he can read you just as well as you can read him, and any attempt to hide your true feelings is futile. Either way, you press on, “Tell me.” From his current position, it looks like Jongho is looking down on you, and as much as you must admit that the air of dominance suits him, your intentions are entirely different. 

“What do you think?” he asks, mockingly, and as soon as the words have left his lips, your hand returns to his throat, applying just a bit of pressure this time. He gasps in response, shoulders and abs tensing up, but the look in his eyes remains calm.

“I asked you a question, pretty boy,” you say, sitting up on your knees to make yourself taller, now towering above him as you lean in dangerously. Your face is mere inches away from his as you speak, “Answer,” and your fingertips press against his pulse to put an emphasis behind your words. He hesitates, but you can unmistakably sense the cracks opening up on his facade - you wonder what it will take you this time around, to break it completely. 

To break him completely.

“You…” he finally says, as if it had taken him all of his willpower to utter that single word. “I’m thinking about you… getting me off…” You gift him a smile, finding it entirely too amusing how much it’s taking out of him to form even just such a vague request.

“You’re not used to this, huh?” you ask, removing your hand from his throat and placing it onto his chest instead, while you sit back down on top of his thighs. He raises an eyebrow at you, and you clarify, “Having to ask for the things you really want.” You know you hit the bullseye when it seems like his face is suddenly a few shades paler than it was before, and you let your palm wander from his shoulder down his arm and to his hand. You notice his fingers are cold when you wrap yours around them, giving him an encouraging squeeze.

“You’ll learn how to do it,” you attempt to comfort him, and you can see his mask sliding right back on. “I’ll teach you.” Then you move your hand away from his, and towards his core, and he inhales sharply as you make contact with his cock. Slowly, you begin jerking him off, his eyes glued to your hand and teeth clenched harder, the longer you test his patience. “Want more?” you ask, accompanied by a challenging raise of your eyebrow, and you capture his chin with the thumb and index finger of your free hand, so you could lift it up and force him to look at you. “Then ask for it.” You get nothing but a glare in return, but when your fist reaches his tip, he lets out a shaky breath and looks away from you nonetheless. “You won’t?” you ask, moving your hand down his shaft once more, and back up again, having him fully hard in your hand by now. “Too bad.” And then, as you’re removing your hand from where he wants you most, he quickly reaches out to catch you by your wrist.

“That’s not what we’re doing here, and you know it,” you warn him, commencing a battle of glares. And his fatigue alone is giving you a big advantage here, and with the end goal in mind, you’re not averse to making use of it. 

Besides - you know that if he seriously wanted to overpower you and win, using his sheer strength he could. But he won’t, and so you let him have this fight, his tired eyes glaring into yours, as you wait for the right moment to attack. To give him the chance to at least go down with dignity.

“You didn’t come here to fight,” you mutter eventually, and his grip around your wrist weakens. You seize your chance and slip out of his hold, wrapping your fingers around his wrist instead, and when you bring it above his head as you push his back into the mattress using your weight, you know he let you win. “Seems like I’ll have to fall back on more extreme measures to keep you in your place, huh? So you won’t get any… ideas again.” You reach for his other hand as well, and with a pair of handcuffs conveniently attached to the headrest of your bed, you force his hands into a fixed position.

“You like that better?” you ask, crawling off him, and without giving him the chance to answer, your hand is back on his cock, continuing your painfully slow ministrations on him. His gaze is filled with distrust as he looks at you, and rightfully so, but as you begin playing with his hair, you lull him into a false sense of safety. 

Of course you’re not going to let him cum just yet. But even you can’t resist the faces of pleasure he shows you as you adjust your speed a little.

“Does that feel good?”

“...yeah…” Jongho sighs under your touch, bucking his hips into your fist, his breathing growing shakier the longer you go on.

“Then I’m glad…” you whisper, your fingertips dancing from his hair down to his cheek and you lean in to press your lips against his for the fraction of a second. “I’m sure you don’t mind if I stop though…” You know he expected you to take your hand away too soon when he merely throws his head back in frustration. However, you don’t let it eat at him for too long. Instead, you crawl on top of him, and you connect your lips to his again, in a rather sweet kiss. You haven’t fully figured out yet what it is about him that makes you want to comfort him so badly, but you end up moving your lips against his more gently than you usually would. And even when you were planning for but a teasing kiss, you hesitate to tear yourself away from his mouth, both warmth and excitement rushing through your veins and making you feel dizzy at the way he kisses you back with that same unexpected softness. You say nothing as you finally do move away from him, bringing mere inches between the two of you, and when you notice the blush that has creeped onto his cheeks, your chest swells with pride. You lower your hips onto his thigh, letting out contented sighs as you begin grinding against him through the fabric of your underwear. Lips nipping at his throat, your hands naturally wander up his arms, scanning the movement of his muscles underneath the skin, until they’re securely wrapped around his wrists, just underneath where the metal of the handcuffs keeps him in place. Tiny moans escape you as you scatter kisses down his throat and the friction keeps building up against your core.

“You know what?” you whisper as you sit up, moving around a bit so you end up comfortably sat on his stomach.

“What?” Jongho asks, half-lidded eyes giving away that his resistance is fading ever so slowly. Taking him in as you scan his face and torso once again, your hand finds its way to your middle. 

“I really wanna get myself off on you.” He gulps - you didn’t expect him to, but it’s making you need that release that much more. Fingertips swiftly pushing aside the fabric of your panties, you moan at the feeling of your dripping cunt, all while never taking your eyes off him. “Watch,” you order, and while you start rubbing precise circles onto your clit, his gaze slowly drops to where you’re pleasuring yourself. “Wish it was you, huh?” He doesn’t answer, but when you easily push two fingers inside, he lets out a shaky breath.

“Shit…” You don’t miss the curse he hisses, and along with the image of his arms flexing against the restraints and your fingertips skillfully hitting that sweet spot inside of you over and over again, it’s making you lose your mind at least a little. You moan at the pleasure coursing through your body, making sure to angle yourself so he could get a perfect vision of your fingers pumping in and out of you, and you find yourself captivated by the way it’s showing on his face how he too has his sanity slowly slipping away from him. 

“Wanna be inside me, right?”

“...yes.” You tear your hand away from your pussy, panting for air. 

“That’s a good boy…” you praise him, and you think for the first time that night you can see a hint of the effect it has on him in his eyes. Bringing your hand up to his face, you coat his lips with your juices, and you watch intently as the tip of his tongue darts across to lick it all up. “Now open up…” you mutter, but he was ready to take your fingers into his mouth anyway, tongue running along them as he cleans you up. “That’s right,” you praise him, and his eyelids flutter shut for but a moment. And then, when he’s all done, you position yourself, watching his drunk gaze flick from your hand to your hips, and as you begin sinking down on him, taking in his size inch by inch, he lets out a moan that probably comes out more desperate than he had intended. The blush on his ears follows suit, and you praise him as you roll your hips on top of him,

“Sound so pretty…” You mutter the words and end with a moan of your own as he stretches you out, fitting inside you so perfectly, and once you’ve taken him in fully, you wrap your hand around his throat once more. “Don’t you dare cum without my permission.” Your words sound sharp, and the look on his face tells you he isn’t planning on obeying. However, you’ve never been one to say no to a little challenge, and so you begin riding him, fingers on your free hand tending to your clit, while you watch his face contort in pleasure. But he does his damndest to regain his composture at least externally, to give you as little hints as possible as to how close he is or isn’t, and you smirk at him, already feeling the knot in your stomach tightening.

“Don’t think you can win this one, pretty boy…” you spit the words at him, tightening the grip on his throat as a warning.

“Fuck…” he cusses, pressing his eyelids shut tightly now, with his teeth and fists clenched. He’s probably fighting the pending high, and with that thought in mind and a few more movements on top of him, your orgasm hits you, your walls contracting around his hard cock. 

You find pearls of sweat on top of his chest and his forehead as you crawl off him, and you lower yourself to kiss them off his skin.

“You don’t really wanna disobey me, do you?” you wonder out loud. “Or… were you hoping you’d get a little reward if you listened to me?” With your palm drawing circles on his stomach, you allow him to catch his breath. He doesn’t answer, and once he looks at your face, you begin touching him once again. 

“Are you gonna tell me when you’re close?” you ask, and he nods, his dark brown eyes scanning your face, and his lips parting to give way to a gasp as you start getting him off once more. “Feels good?”

“Yeah…” His breathing grows heavy, and with each time he exhales, he lets you hear a moan, each one sounding prettier than the previous one the closer you stroke him to his high. 

“Wanna cum, pretty boy?” you ask alluringly, finding him nodding at your question eagerly. With his eyes closed, he misses the smirk forming on your lips, and you almost feel bad for what you’re about to do.

“‘m getting close…” he lets you know, and when he bucks his hips into your hand, you deprive him of your touch, and you watch as he slowly begins to realize that this time as well, he’s been denied. Jongho holds his breath for a few seconds, and when he exhales he hisses a curse filled with anger and frustration, tearing at the handcuffs so strongly it must be painful for him. You watch, thinking to yourself how pretty he is, struggling like that, and then slowly calming down again.

“And that,” you then speak, “is what you get for trying to disobey me.” He’s visibly fighting the frustration in his mind, and that’s when you know you’ve hit the point where you have to give him something in return soon. You’ve learned this the hard way the first time he came to you, and you won’t make the same mistake again. “What’s your color, baby?” you ask, reaching out to undo the handcuffs one by one.

“...yellow,” he hesitates, but says it eventually.

“I’ll make it better… is that okay?” You gently run the back of your hand down his cheek and caress the skin on his chest when he nods. “Do you trust me?” He nods again.

“Yeah.” 

You kiss him, gently, bringing your lips to the corner of his mouth before you lead him into an open mouthed kiss. He lets you take the lead, and despite that, you can eventually feel his now warm palms being placed onto your waist. And though his touch is light, it feels as if he was desperately holding onto you, as you run your tongue along his. 

“I’ll make you feel good. Don’t you worry,” you assure him, and you feel his hands grazing your sides as you move south. You position yourself between his legs, and with his fingers up in your hair, tugging at the strands softly, you flatten your tongue and lick up a stripe along the underside of his painfully hard cock. Even this much is enough to make him whine, and you know that now you have him almost where you want him. You hum in approval, and then you wrap your lips around him, hollowing your cheeks as you take him into your mouth, with one hand wrapped around his base for some extra stimulation. Judging from the rather desperate noises he makes, it won’t take much time nor effort to have him coming undone underneath you, and yet you monitor him closely for his reactions, eager to make him feel as good as you possibly can. You hum at the way he moans at your touches, and you bob your head up and down along his shaft, until he hits the back of your throat, and you feel him pulling on your hair as he’s overwhelmed with pleasure. You want to praise him, but you decide to focus on getting him off, and so instead you moan at the way little whines keep falling from his lips. He doesn’t tell you when he’s about to cum, but you’ve seen it coming anyway, with his flushed dick twitching in your mouth, followed by the salty taste of his seed spilling all over your tongue mere seconds later. You swallow all of it, and as he lets go of your hair, ready to catch his breath, you continue sucking him off. His fingers find the bedsheets instead, gripping at them until his knuckles turn white and a string of curses escapes him. 

“Shit… ah… f-fuck…” You enjoy the sounds of him losing control while you overstimulate him, feeling his cock hardening again in your mouth, and gradually even the curses he utters get replaced by nothing but desperate moans. 

“Doing so good for me…” you praise him, a little out of breath yourself, as you let your hand take over to get a better look at his face distorting from the pain and the pleasure. “So, so good…” you mutter, and you feel like you could cum again from the state you’ve just put him in alone. It’s like his body isn’t sure whether to get closer to you or escape, and so one moment he’s arching his back, bucking his hips into your hand, and the other he’s throwing his head back, eyebrows knitted as he whines at your touch. Either way, you don’t stop tending to his cock, stroking him at just the right pace as he writhes underneath you, and then finally, with a broken moan, he cums for a second time, spilling all over his stomach.

You watch as the tension slowly leaves his body while he fights for air, and you reach over to the tissues on your bedside table to clean him up a bit. Then you position yourself so he can comfortably lay his head into your lap, and you find yourself chuckling at the image unfolding right in front of you when he rolls onto his side to wrap an arm around you with a pout on his lips.

“You did well,” you say, and he lets out a content sigh as you play with his hair. “You feeling okay?” He nods, moving his hand from your hips down your thigh, thumb drawing circles on your skin. Eventually he looks up at you with half-lidded eyes, and he reaches up to cup your face with his big hand. You smile at him in return, taking a hold of his palm and moving it aside. “I’m really taking a liking to you, you know?”

“Me too…” he mutters, his soft hair tickling your stomach, and his hazy eyes glued to your face.

“Do you want more?” His lips part at your question, and slowly, he nods. “Then sit up for me.” And he does, without hesitation. You run your nails up his back until you reach the navy blue string tied around his chest. “Is this getting uncomfortable?” He thinks for a little while, before he shakes his head. “Good. Good boy.” His gaze softens when you praise him, and the pout on his lips appears again when you get up off the bed. 

“I wanna try something,” you announce, opening the drawer of your dresser where you store your toys. “How do you feel about this?” You hold out a harness to him, made of matte black leather and with a sturdy ring in the middle to hold a strap on. He gulps at the sight, but there’s a spark of interest in his eyes, so you slip into the harness and you choose a black medium sized dildo to go with it. Then you walk back over to the bed.

“Come here,” you order once you’re standing in front of it, and he gets up, approaching you. For some reason he seems taller now, compared to when he arrived here, yet his eyes reflect a kind of devotion you haven’t seen in him even when you played with him for the first time. His hands find your hips naturally, but you take a step back to break contact.

“Down.” He drops to his knees immediately upon hearing your command, the blush creeping back to his cheeks, and you lift up his chin to make him look up. “That’s a good boy.” Gulping, lips parted, he waits for your next move. “Open up,” you say, and he does, albeit a bit hesitantly. You make sure to encourage him with praises as he sticks out his tongue, but his blush only deepens when he makes contact with the toy attached to your core, and you can’t help but chuckle.

“You’re not used to being the submissive one, huh?” you assume, and he shakes his head, muttering a small “no”. Massaging his scalp with your fingertips, you help him relax a bit. “You’re doing really good for me though…” Driven by your praise, he opens his mouth and takes in the tip, immediately checking in with you to see if he’s doing alright, so you encourage him further. “That’s right… all the way, baby…” you whisper, and you watch as more and more of the strap on disappears in his mouth. And then eventually he starts moving his head up and down, like you had done on him not too long ago, and the sight of him sucking you off only serves to make you horny all over again.

“I want you to get yourself off too,” you order, and there’s a bit of drool dripping down the side of his mouth when he reaches for his dick. And now it’s you cursing at the image unfolding in front of you - he’s so pliant, so obedient, and you can’t wait to wreck him a second time tonight. 

“So needy, huh?” you tease him as he’s hard again in no time, and he furrows his brows at you in response. With a ruffle of his hair, you quickly apologize. “Alright, alright, I won’t tease you too much.” You smile, and then you guide his movements by his hair, making him increase the pace at which he moves his head up and down your toy, and at the same time his hand that’s wrapped around his length speeds up too and his eyelids flutter shut. “Doing so well…” you praise him again, and as the toy hits the back of his throat he gags a little, but continues his ministrations nonetheless. “And you look so hot with my cock in your mouth.” He blushes some more, and his movements are getting messier as he bucks his hips into his fist. The sight knocks the breath out of your chest, and you can’t but marvel at the way he’s losing control more and more, and so willingly at your hands, even when you’re not doing anything but giving him directions. 

“You gonna cum just like that?” you ask, and you receive a desperate whine in return. You can tell that he’s focusing hard on keeping up the movements along your strap, but as it’s getting harder and harder for him to concentrate, you somewhat ungently tear him away from the toy, and you earn yourself a beautiful moan just as he makes himself cum all over the floor by your feet. Spit is dripping down his chin, and you wipe it away with your thumb, muttering, “Look what a mess you’ve made of yourself…” You take a step back, and you grant him some time to regain his composure, and when you realize that that’s not going to happen anytime soon, the burning need to ruin him completely finally takes over you.

“Get up,” you say, and with his thighs shaking ever so slightly, he does as told. “To the bed.” You follow suit, grabbing a bottle of lube from your toy drawer on the way, and as you tell him to lay down for you, settling between his legs, you continue, “Look at me. What’s your color?”

“Green…”

“Good.” You run your hands up and down his thighs, nails grazing his skin ever so slightly. Then you spread a generous amount of the lube on your hand, and you check in with him again just in case. “And how do you feel about what I’m about to do?” He hesitates, pupils shaking. “Not sure?” you assume, and he nods. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll go slow,” you assure him, and you watch his reaction closely as you bring your hand to his ass. A shaky moan escapes him as your fingers prod at his hole, and his face is beet red as he’s overcome with conflicting feelings. “You like it?” A whine is all you get as an answer, so you say, “Color.”

“G-green…” he responds through gritted teeth, grimacing at the sensation of your fingers stretching him out slowly, working their way in and out of him. 

“So you do like it…” you mutter under your breath, and this time he can’t complain about your teasing remark, so you add. “A little too much, huh? Has anyone ever done this to you?”

“N-no…” he answers, chest rising and sinking as he breathes heavily in between moans. 

“You think you can take my cock if it’s your first time then?” He glances at the toy he’s had in his mouth mere minutes ago, and drunk on all the new sensations coursing through his body, he nods, rather eagerly at that. You smirk at his reaction, and as you add another finger he throws his head back cursing.

“Fuck…”

“So cute…” you comment, and when he whines you give him a slap to his thigh, making him moan some more. “You’re gonna look even cuter once I fill you up.” With your free hand you give his dick a few strokes, and you didn’t expect him to react so strongly to your touch, but you guess he must already be overstimulated from the orgasms he’s had before, because now he’s desperately gripping and tearing at the bedsheets, back arching and hips bucking up as if they were moving by themselves. “Shit, I love seeing so desperate…” you mutter. “Wonder how much worse you’re gonna get in a sec.” You pull out of him, squirting some more lube out of the bottle to spread it on your strap, and you align yourself with him. You don’t give him any warnings as you slowly push up into him, merely monitoring his reactions, and the expression of pure bliss he shows you as you fill him up is enough to make you continue. You reach for his hands, intertwining your fingers as you pin him to the bed, and the second you begin thrusting you can see the last ounce of control that was left in his body slipping away. A blushing, panting, sweating mess, he moans at each of your strokes, the tip of his cock grazing your stomach with everytime you move. You start gently at first, but when it becomes clear he can take you, your thrusts become more powerful, and it sends him right off the edge of sanity. Unintelligible sounds drop from his slightly parted lips one by one, moans so pretty they could make you cum from the sound alone, and with the toy also hitting your clit just right with each time you push up into him, you know that neither of you will last long at this rate. And so you do the one thing every single cell in your body is aching to do, as your senses are drowned in his whines and you’re overwhelmed by the way his nails dig into the back of your hands and how fucking powerful you feel having him pinned down like this, completely ruined - you fuck him hard, chasing both your and his high at the same time. 

He’s the first one to cum, whining uncontrollably as his orgasm hits him, and as he’s beginning to writhe from the overstimulation, tears filling his eyes, you too are pushed over the edge.

Gathering all strength you have left in you, you pull out of him as carefully as you can, and you collapse next to him on the bed, one hand still holding his. The sounds of the both of you panting heavily fill the room, and when you turn your head to see how Jongho is doing, you find nothing but blissful exhaustion on his face.

“You did well…” you whisper eventually, rolling onto your side to comb your fingers through his hair, thumb grazing his lips and cheek. “Shit, now I really wanna keep you here forever…” He lets you hear a weak laugh, and when you have him lay his head on your chest, he immediately goes to hide his face there, wrapping his arms around you tightly. Even now, after all this exertion, you can clearly feel the strength he has, and it makes you even prouder of him for letting go and letting you handle him like this.

“Say…” you speak after pausing for a while, as you unhurriedly play with his locks.

“Mhm?” he replies sleepily.

“I don’t usually do this, but… do you wanna stay the night?” You await his answer anxiously, but as soon as he opens his eyes to look up at you, he nods. Brushing some hair out of his face, you smile. “Then let’s get ourselves a shower and then we can curl up in bed with some snacks if you want?” Furrowing his eyebrows, he groans, going back to burying his face in your chest and you giggle at his reaction. “I know you’re tired…” you whisper. “We can skip the snacks, but a shower and some cuddles is a must!”

“Alright…” he finally responds, and you run your fingertips along his shoulder, tugging at the knots of the harness to begin untying them.

“Alright…” you repeat, and as you lose yourself a little in the sight in front of you once again, you find yourself leaning in to press a feathery light kiss to his forehead.

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Okok what other members do you guys wanna have my thoughts on....? 👀

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hehehhe i supposed you'll have sweet (or not so sweet in this case jdjdnd) dreams after this 😌

Thoughts on mean dom!Hongjoong

ღ Ateez Hongjoong x gn!reader ღ genre & warnings: smut headcanons, heavy dom-sub dynamic, implied cnc, he's a bit sadistic ngl... ღ reader: no descriptions of reader's anatomy, no pronouns used

mean dom!Hongjoong is MEAN mean...

enjoys messing with you and having power over you sooooo much

loves mocking and degrading you and then mocks you some more for how you get off on him talking down on you like that

this man will not be nice even if you beg for it, he will literally do with you what he wants and he has the ability to completely break you, until you're nothing more than a pliant and submissive pile of whimpers

makes you call him sir or master, and if you usually (when he's not being mean) call him daddy he'll shoot that down immediately - "Daddy isn't here, sweetheart. You've been bad, so better kneel for you master."

speaking of - he loves punishing you and being not nice about it; riling you up or even edging you only to then deny you your orgasm when he has you thinking he'll finally give you the release you desperately need at this point is one of his favourite ways to torture you

figures out your weaknesses over time and uses them all against you only to make you feel just how much control and power he has over you, and he'll do it with a shit-eating grin on his face too

loves putting you into a state of brainless submission and will mockingly call you his dumb baby once he's got you there, and then fuck you even more stupid than you thought was possible

mean dom!Hongjoong is rough when handling you, but he knows to slow down to test your patience and to simultaneously admire how pretty he thinks you are when you're completely under his spell

won't hesitate to use toys and other tools either - as much as he likes denying you pleasure, he also loves turning the pleasure into pain by using a toy on you to overstim you until you're writhing under his control, incoherent stutters escaping you as you beg him to stop

and don't get me started on handcuffs, blindfolds, ball-gags, literally anything to restrict you in some way... (and make you look and feel even more pathetic as he has his way with you...)

will of course establish multiple ways in which you can signal him that you really do need him to stop, like a safe word, a hand gesture, etc, and will snap out of it right away when you do use one of those - then he'll free you from any restraints he's put you in and make sure you're okay before continuing or calling it a day

aftercare is very important to him too, and as much as he will praise you for how well you did for him, he strikes me as the kind of dom who also needs a lot of reassurance and care after a scene, and repeated reminders that you enjoy what he does to you, even when playtime gets a bit more intense!!

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Thoughts on mean dom!Hongjoong

ღ Ateez Hongjoong x gn!reader ღ genre & warnings: smut headcanons, heavy dom-sub dynamic, implied cnc, he's a bit sadistic ngl... ღ reader: no descriptions of reader's anatomy, no pronouns used

mean dom!Hongjoong is MEAN mean...

enjoys messing with you and having power over you sooooo much

loves mocking and degrading you and then mocks you some more for how you get off on him talking down on you like that

this man will not be nice even if you beg for it, he will literally do with you what he wants and he has the ability to completely break you, until you're nothing more than a pliant and submissive pile of whimpers

makes you call him sir or master, and if you usually (when he's not being mean) call him daddy he'll shoot that down immediately - "Daddy isn't here, sweetheart. You've been bad, so better kneel for your master."

speaking of - he loves punishing you and being not nice about it; riling you up or even edging you only to then deny you your orgasm when he has you thinking he'll finally give you the release you desperately need at this point is one of his favourite ways to torture you

figures out your weaknesses over time and uses them all against you only to make you feel just how much control and power he has over you, and he'll do it with a shit-eating grin on his face too

loves putting you into a state of brainless submission and will mockingly call you his dumb baby once he's got you there, and then fuck you even more stupid than you thought was possible

mean dom!Hongjoong is rough when handling you, but he knows to slow down to test your patience and to simultaneously admire how pretty he thinks you are when you're completely under his spell

won't hesitate to use toys and other tools either - as much as he likes denying you pleasure, he also loves turning the pleasure into pain by using a toy on you to overstim you until you're writhing under his control, incoherent stutters escaping you as you beg him to stop

and don't get me started on handcuffs, blindfolds, ball-gags, literally anything to restrict you in some way... (and make you look and feel even more pathetic as he has his way with you...)

will of course establish multiple ways in which you can signal him that you really do need him to stop, like a safe word, a hand gesture, etc, and will snap out of it right away when you do use one of those - then he'll free you from any restraints he's put you in and make sure you're okay before continuing or calling it a day

aftercare is very important to him too, and as much as he will praise you for how well you did for him, he strikes me as the kind of dom who also needs a lot of reassurance and care after a scene, and repeated reminders that you enjoy what he does to you, even when playtime gets a bit more intense!!