#jongho atz

“You’re staring again.” You snapped your head toward Wooyoung, who sat beside you on the couch with an obnoxious grin stretched across his face.

“I am not.”

“You literally look at Jongho like he hung the moon.”

Across the room, Jongho leaned against the kitchen counter nursing a drink while talking to San. Even from here he looked unfairly pretty. Black hoodie pushed up at the sleeves. Hair messy from running his hands through it all night. His laugh rumbled softly through the apartment and your stomach betrayed you immediately.

Wooyoung made a disgusted noise beside you “Oh my god, there it is again.”

You shoved him hard enough to nearly spill his drink. “Shut up.”

“You like him.”

“I don’t.” You answer too fast.

“You do.” He protested beside you, not believing whatever you said.

“I don’t.”

“You so do.”

Before you could argue again, Jongho’s eyes flicked over. Straight to you, like they always did. Suddenly the room felt too warm. His gaze lingered for a second too long before he pushed off the counter and started walking over. Your pulse immediately picked up.

Wooyoung noticed too. “Oh, this is getting good.”

“Leave,” you hissed.

“Not a chance.”

Jongho stopped in front of the couch, looking between the two of you suspiciously. “Why do I feel like I’m being talked about?”

“You are,” Wooyoung answered instantly.

“Wooyoung.” You snapped at him a bit, not having the patience.

“What?” He shrugged innocently. “I’m helping.”

“You’re making it worse.”

Jongho’s mouth twitched like he was trying not to smile. “Making what worse?”

“Nothing,” you said quickly.

Wooyoung stood abruptly, patting Jongho on the shoulder as he passed. “Good luck, brother.” Then he disappeared into the kitchen before you could kill him.

Silence settled immediately. Jongho dropped into the now empty seat beside you, one arm stretched across the back of the couch. Close enough that your shoulder brushed his.

“You look nervous,” he murmured.

“I’m not nervous.” Your voice was finally softer with him.

“You’re playing with your rings.”

Your hands immediately stilled. Jongho huffed out a quiet laugh, tilting his head as he looked at you. “Did Wooyoung say something?”

“He says a lot of things.” You shrugged, not wanting to talk about your mutual friend too much.

“Usually true things.”

You rolled your eyes, but it lacked any real bite. Mostly because Jongho was looking at you like that again. Eyes soft, curious even as they moved around you to scan you. It made your chest ache.

“You know,” he said slowly, “for someone who claims not to like me very much, you get flustered around me a lot.”

“I do not.”

“Mhm.”

“You’re insufferable.” You fake whined, trying to be bothered.

“And yet you keep sitting next to me.” Your breath caught when he leaned a little closer. Not enough to touch, but enough to make you aware of every inch between you.

“You know what I think?” he asked quietly.

“What?”

“I think you like me.”

You let out a nervous laugh immediately. “You’re insane.”

“Am I?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Yes.”

“Then look me in the eye and say you don’t.”

That should’ve been easy. Except Jongho was watching you so intently that your brain stopped functioning entirely. Your mouth opened but nothing came out. His lips curved slowly, clearly feeling victorious.

“There it is,” he murmured.

“I hate you.” You mumbled yet your burning cheeks betrayed you.

“No, you don’t.”Jongho shifted closer until your knees brushed. Your entire body went rigid when his hand slid against the couch cushion beside yours, pinky barely touching yours.

“So stubborn,” he said softly.

Your heart was pounding so loudly you were convinced he could hear it.

“You’re annoying,” you whispered weakly.

“But you still like me.” He taunted.

“You’re very confident.”

“I have reasons to be.”

His gaze dropped briefly to your mouth. That tiny movement shattered whatever composure you had left. The room suddenly felt distant, muted, as if everyone else had disappeared. It was just him. Just Jongho  leaning closer and closer until your breathing stalled completely.

“Just admit it,” he whispered, lips barely inches from yours. “You like me.”

You should’ve denied it. Instead, your eyes flicked down to his mouth. Jongho noticed, of course he noticed. His hand moved first, fingers lightly brushing your jaw before he kissed you. Soft, careful. It felt like he’d been wanting to do it for a while. Your brain short-circuited instantly. You grabbed the front of his hoodie without thinking, kissing him back before you could get embarrassed about it later. Jongho made the quietest sound against your lips. Something pleased and surprised all at once and suddenly he was kissing you properly. Warm hands, mouth slow on yours. The entire world melted away. That was until a voice cut off the sweet butterflies in your stomach feeling.

“OH MY GOD FINALLY—” You both jerked apart violently. Wooyoung stood in the kitchen entrance looking ecstatic while San doubled over laughing behind him.

“I TOLD YOU,” Wooyoung shouted to literally everyone in the apartment. “I TOLD YOU THEY WERE IN LOVE.”

You covered your face immediately. Jongho, somehow, looked more annoyed than embarrassed. “Can you shut up?” he deadpanned.

“No actually,” Wooyoung said proudly. “This is the best day of my life.”

San pointed at the two of you, still laughing. “You guys were staring at each other for like six months. It was painful.”

“You interrupted on purpose,” you accused.

Wooyoung gasped dramatically. “And miss the climax of the slow burn? Never.”

Jongho sighed beside you, but when you peeked at him through your fingers, he was smiling. Actually smiling. “So… now can I say I was right?” He mumbled quietly.

You groaned, even though you were smiling too.

Jongho stared at Wooyoung for a long second. Then he laughed. His head tipped back slightly, shoulders shaking while Wooyoung pointed between the two of you like he’d just won the lottery. “I knew it!” Wooyoung shouted. “San owes me twenty bucks.”

“Worth every penny,” San muttered through his laughter. Your entire face burned hot enough to melt through the floor. “Can you guys not—”

“No actually,” Wooyoung interrupted, “this is a monumental occasion. The sexual tension in this apartment was becoming a public health concern.” Jongho groaned, dragging a hand down his face while you hid yours in your palms. “You’re all annoying.”

“But we’re right,” San grinned.

Jongho glanced at you. That softened look returned immediately. His amusement faded into something heavier. Something warmer. Something that made your stomach flip. “Alright,” he said simply, standing up.

Wooyoung blinked. “Alright what?”

“Get out.” The entire room went silent.

San barked out a laugh. “Wait...you’re serious?”

Jongho grabbed a couch pillow and threw it directly at Wooyoung’s face. “Out.”

“WOW.” Wooyoung clutched his chest dramatically. “You kiss one person and suddenly you forget your friends.”

“You interrupted me.”

“And I’d do it again.”

Jongho pointed toward the door. “Leave.”

“You’re insane,” Wooyoung muttered, though he was already dragging San toward the entrance. “This man has been waiting for this moment his entire life.”

“Goodnight!” San yelled.

“Use protection!” Wooyoung added.

“Wooyoung!” You shouted.

The door slammed seconds later followed by loud cackling in the hallway. Silence settled over the apartment again. A very different kind this time. You slowly lowered your hands from your face only to find Jongho already looking at you. Now there was nobody interrupting. Nobody teasing. Just the two of you and the thick tension hanging in the room. Your heart started racing all over again.

Jongho exhaled a quiet laugh through his nose, shaking his head. “Sorry about them.”

“It’s okay.”

The silence filling the room was different now. It felt slightly dangerous all of the sudden. Because now you were noticing everything again. How close he was standing. How pink his lips looked after kissing you. How his chest rose slowly with each breath while his eyes stayed fixed on yours. Neither of you moved and neither of you spoke. Like if either one of you acknowledged what this actually was, it’d ruin it somehow.

Then Jongho took one step closer. Your breath caught instantly. “You know,” he murmured softly, “I had a whole thing planned.”

You blinked. “You did?”

“Mhm.”

“What happened to it?”

His mouth twitched. “Don’t really feel like talking anymore.”

Heat flooded your stomach. The look in his eyes nearly took you out completely.

You swallowed hard. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” His hand slid around your waist. His hold on you firm. You were pulled against him so fast you barely had time to gasp before he kissed you again. This one wasn’t careful. It wasn’t hesitant. It was weeks, maybe months of tension finally snapping.

You kissed him back immediately, fingers tangling in the front of his hoodie as Jongho backed you toward the couch without breaking the kiss once. His hands settled at your waist, thumbs brushing under the hem of your shirt just enough to make you shiver. The sound he made against your mouth was low and wrecked. Like he’d been holding himself back for way too long.

“God,” he muttered breathlessly between kisses, forehead falling briefly against yours. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

Your face burned hotter. But before embarrassment could settle in, Jongho kissed you again. Slow at first. Then deeper when your fingers slid into his hair. The tension between you dissolved into something warm and dizzying, all stolen breaths and soft laughter when your teeth accidentally bumped. Jongho smiled against your lips before kissing you again like he couldn’t help himself.

His hands slid fully beneath your shirt now, palms warm and rough against your skin as they traced up your sides with agonizing slowness. The calluses on his fingertips caught slightly on your skin, sending shivers racing up your spine. You arched into the touch instinctively, and Jongho groaned, a deep, desperate sound that went straight through you.

"You're so soft," he murmured against your mouth, hands spanning your ribcage, thumbs brushing just beneath your breasts. "I've wanted to touch you like this for so long."

Your breath hitched. "Jongho—"

He kissed you again before you could finish, one hand sliding up your back while the other stayed at your waist, holding you against him. His touch was reverent, exploratory, like he was mapping out every curve and dip of your body through sheer determination to memorize it all. When his fingers traced along your spine, you shivered hard enough that he pulled back slightly, eyes dark and searching.

"Cold?" he asked, voice rough.

"No," you managed. "The opposite."

Something flickered in his expression. A mixture of heat and satisfaction and barely restrained want. "Good," he breathed, and then his mouth was on your jaw, trailing slow kisses down to your neck.

The first press of his lips against your pulse point made you gasp. Jongho hummed in response, the vibration sending sparks through your nervous system. He kissed there again, then lower, teeth grazing the sensitive skin just enough to make your hips jerk forward involuntarily.

"Fuck," you whispered, fingers tightening in his hair.

Jongho made a sound that was almost a laugh, but too breathless to be anything but desperate. "You have no idea what those sounds do to me," he muttered against your throat, punctuating the words with another kiss. "I've been imagining this imagining— you—"

"Yeah?" Your voice came out shakier than intended.

"Yeah." His hands slid higher beneath your shirt, fingers splaying across your ribs. "Can I—" He paused, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes. "Can I take this off?"

"Please," you breathed.

Jongho's pupils dilated even further. He moved slowly, deliberately, fingers curling around the hem of your shirt and lifting it inch by inch. His knuckles brushed your skin as the fabric rose, and he paused halfway to press a kiss to your sternum, then another just above your navel.

"You're killing me," you gasped.

"Good," he murmured against your skin, smiling. "You've been killing me for months."

Your shirt finally came off, tossed somewhere behind the couch, and Jongho just looked at you for a long moment. His gaze traveled over your face, your shoulders, down to where you were still wearing your bra, and the expression on his face was so raw it made your chest ache.

"You're so beautiful," he said quietly, almost like he hadn't meant to say it out loud.

Heat flooded your cheeks. "Jongho—"

"I mean it." His hands settled on your waist again, thumbs stroking slow circles against your skin. "I've thought so since the first time I saw you. Drove me crazy that I couldn't tell you."

Before you could respond, he kissed you again. Deep and slow and thorough, like he had all the time in the world. His hands roamed your back, tracing the line of your spine, the curve of your shoulder blades, the dip of your lower back. Every touch felt deliberate, worshipful.

You tugged at his hoodie impatiently. "Your turn," you managed between kisses.

Jongho pulled back just enough to yank the hoodie over his head, and the brief moment of separation felt like too much. The second the fabric cleared his arms, you were pulling him back, hands finally able to touch bare skin. He was warm and solid under your palms, muscles shifting as he moved. You traced the lines of his shoulders, his chest, feeling his heart racing beneath your fingertips.

"God," Jongho breathed, eyes falling shut. "Your hands—"

You kissed his collarbone, then his shoulder, emboldened by the way he shivered. His skin tasted faintly of salt and something uniquely him, and you wanted more.

"You're not the only one who's been thinking about this," you admitted against his skin.

Jongho's hands tightened on your waist. "No?"

"No." You kissed along his collarbone again, feeling his breath catch. "I've wanted you for so long I thought I'd go crazy."

"Fuck," he muttered, and then his mouth was on yours again, kissing you harder now, more desperate. His hands slid up your back to the clasp of your bra, fingers fumbling slightly. "Can I—"

"Yes," you gasped, head nodding quickly. "Yes, please—"

The bra came undone and Jongho eased the straps down your shoulders slowly, pressing kisses to each inch of newly exposed skin. When it finally fell away, he pulled back to look at you again, and the naked want in his expression made heat pool low in your stomach.

"Perfect," he breathed. "You're perfect."

Within seconds his mouth was on your neck again, kissing and sucking at the sensitive skin while his hands came up to cup your breasts. The first brush of his thumbs over your nipples made you gasp and arch into the touch.

"Jongho—"

"I know," he murmured, doing it again, watching your face intently. "I know, baby."

The name made something flutter in your chest. You pulled him closer, needing more contact, more of him. Your hands slid down his chest to the waistband of his jeans, fingers tracing the line of his abs.

Jongho's breath hitched. "You're going to kill me," he muttered, but he didn't stop you when your fingers dipped just beneath the waistband.

"Good," you echoed his earlier words, smiling against his mouth.

He laughed breathlessly and kissed you again, walking you backward until your legs hit the couch. You sank down onto the cushions and Jongho followed immediately, settling between your thighs with a kind of reverence that made your chest ache. His weight pressed you into the couch as he kissed you breathless, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other traced down your side, over your hip, along your thigh. Every touch sending sparks through you.

"You feel so good," he murmured against your lips. "So fucking good."

Your hands slid into his hair, tugging slightly, and Jongho groaned. He kissed down your jaw, your neck, your collarbone, taking his time with each spot like he was trying to catalog every place that made you gasp. When his mouth closed around your nipple, you arched off the couch with a broken moan. Jongho hummed  in satisfaction, tongue swirling as his hand came up to palm your other breast.

"Jongho," you gasped, fingers tightening in his hair. "Please—"

"Please what?" he asked, pulling back just enough to look at you, eyes dark and pupils blown wide.

"I need—" You couldn't finish the sentence, too overwhelmed by sensation.

"Tell me," he urged, pressing a kiss to your sternum. "Tell me what you need."

"You," you managed. "I need you."

Something in his expression cracked open at that. He kissed you again, slower this time but no less intense, while his hand slid down your stomach to the button of your jeans.

"Can I?" he asked against your mouth.

"Please," you breathed. "Please, Jongho—"

He worked the button open with shaking fingers, then slowly dragged the zipper down. His knuckles brushed against you through your underwear and you both gasped at the contact.

"Fuck," Jongho muttered. "You're—" He pressed his palm against you more firmly and you whimpered. "So wet already."

Heat flooded your face but you couldn't bring yourself to be embarrassed, not when he was looking at you like that. Like you were something precious and desired and his.

"Only for you," you whispered.

Jongho's eyes darkened impossibly further. He kissed you hard as his hand slipped beneath the waistband of your underwear, fingers finding you without hesitation. The first direct touch made you gasp into his mouth, and Jongho swallowed the sound greedily.

"God," he breathed, fingers moving with careful precision, learning what made you gasp and shiver. "You're so perfect. So responsive."

His finger teased your slit as he coated it in your slick. His finger moving and working to circle your clit in painfully slow circles. You couldn't form words anymore, could only hold onto him as he touched you, building the tension higher and higher. He watched the way you moved beneath him carefully, his finger finding your entrance and pushing it in. You gasped at the feeling, his finger pumping in and out of you until he had a second one join. He curled his digits inside of you, making your hips jerk as you could feel him hit the spot that made you see stars. "Jongho—" You moaned out his name in a wrecked whine.

"There?" he asked, voice wrecked by just the sight of you.

"Yes," you gasped. "Yes, right there—"

He kept the pressure steady, watching your face intently like he was memorizing every expression. The intimacy of being touched like this while he looked at you like you hung the moon was almost overwhelming.

"Jongho," you managed, reaching for him, needing to touch him too. Your hand found the bulge in his jeans and palmed him through the denim.

Jongho's hips jerked forward involuntarily and he cursed, forehead dropping to your shoulder. "Wait—wait," he panted, catching your wrist gently even as he thrust into your touch. "I need—if you keep doing that I'm going to—"

"I want you to," you whispered.

He made a sound that was half laugh, half groan. "Not yet," he muttered. "Not until I'm inside you."

The words sent a fresh wave of heat through you. Jongho pulled back just enough to hook his fingers in the waistband of your jeans and underwear to finally rid you of the rest of your clothing.

"Lift up for me?" he asked, voice rough.

You did, and he eased both garments down your legs slowly, pressing kisses to your hip, your thigh, your knee as more skin was revealed. By the time he'd pulled them off completely and tossed them aside, you were trembling.

Jongho sat back on his heels between your legs, just looking at you. His chest was heaving, hands flexing like he was restraining himself from touching.

"You're staring," you whispered, fighting the urge to cover yourself.

"Can't help it," he said roughly. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

Before you could respond, he was leaning down to kiss you again. His lips soft, sweet and reverent. His hands stroked up and down your sides, your hips, your thighs, like he couldn't stop touching you now that he was allowed.

"Your turn," you managed, tugging at his jeans.

Jongho pulled back just enough to fumble with his belt, fingers shaking slightly. You helped him, both of you working together to get his jeans and boxers down and off. When he was finally bare, settling back between your legs, you both just looked at each other.

The weight of the moment hung between you. Months of wanting, of waiting, of being afraid to cross this line. And now here you were, nothing between you anymore, and it felt like everything was about to change.

His pupils were blown wide, chest heaving as he looked down at you. His cock was hard and flushed, already leaking, and the sight of him completely undone before you even touched made heat pool low in your belly.

"You're sure?" he asked, voice rough and strained.

"I've never been more sure of anything," you whispered, reaching up to cup his face. "I need you, Jongho. Please."

That was all the permission he needed. Jongho kissed you hard as he settled between your thighs, the weight of him pressing you into the couch. You could feel him hot and hard against you, and when he rocked his hips slightly, the head of his cock dragged through your wetness.

"Fuck," he groaned against your mouth. "You're dripping already. Is this all for me?"

"Yes," you gasped. "All for you. Only you."

His hand slid between your bodies, fingers finding you slick and ready. He circled your clit once, twice, making you whimper and buck against him.

"I need to be inside you," he muttered, positioning himself at your entrance. "I can't wait anymore."

"Then don't," you breathed. "Take me. I'm yours."

Jongho lined himself up and began to push inside. He moved slow and careful despite the desperation written all over his face. The stretch was immediate and intense, your body struggling to accommodate him even as wet as you were.

"Oh god," you gasped, fingers digging into his shoulders. The feeling of him entering you, spreading you open inch by inch, was almost overwhelming. "Jongho—"

He paused, forehead pressed to yours, breathing hard. "You okay?" he asked roughly, voice strained with the effort of holding still. "You're so tight—fuck—"

"Keep going," you managed, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him deeper. "Don't stop. I need all of you."

Jongho groaned and pushed in further, the thick length of him stretching you wider. You could feel every ridge, every vein as he sank deeper, filling you completely. The burn of the stretch mixed with pleasure until you couldn't tell where one ended and the other began.

"So good," he panted against your neck. "You feel so fucking good. So perfect around me."

He pulled back slightly and thrust forward again, seating himself fully inside you. Both of you cried out at the feeling of him buried to the hilt, your body clenching around him like you never wanted to let go.

"God, you're taking me so well," Jongho groaned, staying still for a moment to let you adjust. "Look at you, stretched around my cock. So beautiful."

The filthy praise made you clench involuntarily, and Jongho cursed, hips jerking forward.

"Move," you finally whispered, nails dragging down his back. "Please, Jongho, I need you to move—"

He pulled back slowly, the drag of his cock against your walls making you both moan, and then thrust forward again. The angle made you see stars, finally feeling him so deep inside of you.

"Like that?" he asked, voice wrecked.

"Yes," you gasped. "Yes, just like that—"

Jongho set a rhythm that was deep and steady, each movement deliberate like he was trying to memorize exactly how you felt around him. Every thrust pushed deeper, hit harder, until you could feel him everywhere. The couch creaked beneath you with every movement. The sound of skin against skin filled the room, obscene and perfect. The sounds eliciting from your pussy making him groan.

"Listen to that," Jongho groaned, picking up the pace. "Listen to how wet you are for me. How perfectly you take my cock."

Your hands slid into his hair, tugging hard, and Jongho moaned your name like a prayer. The sound of it made you clench around him, your walls fluttering and gripping him tighter.

"Fuck," he cursed, hips stuttering. "Don't do that or I'm going to—"

"I want you to lose control," you gasped, pulling him down for a desperate kiss. "Please...stop holding back. I can take it." You begged.

Something in him snapped at that. Jongho's control shattered completely. He pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in, the force of it making you cry out. He did it again, and again, setting a punishing rhythm that had you gasping and moaning with every thrust.

"God, you feel—" He couldn't finish the sentence, just buried his face in your neck and fucked into you harder, deeper, like he was trying to crawl inside your skin. "So tight. So perfect. Mine."

"Yours," you agreed breathlessly, nails raking down his back hard enough to leave marks. "All yours, Jongho—"

Your legs wrapped tighter around his waist, pulling him impossibly deeper. The new angle made him hit that spot inside you that had you seeing stars, and you couldn't stop the broken moan that tore from your throat.

"There?" Jongho panted, adjusting slightly to hit that spot again. "Right there?"

"Yes!" you cried out, back arching off the couch. "Right there, don't stop, please don't stop—"

He didn't. Jongho kept the same angle, the same devastating rhythm, driving into you over and over while you fell apart beneath him. Every thrust sent pleasure sparking through your entire body.

"You're so beautiful like this," he groaned, pulling back to watch your face. "Taking my cock so well. Making such pretty sounds for me."

The praise combined with the relentless pace had you climbing higher and higher. You could feel your orgasm building, tension coiling tight in your core, but you weren't ready for this to end yet.

"More," you gasped, not even sure what you were asking for. "Jongho, please, I need—"

"I know," he murmured, one hand sliding between your bodies. "I've got you."

His fingers found your clit and circled it in time with his thrusts. The dual sensation made you cry out, hips bucking up to meet him desperately.

"That's it," Jongho groaned, watching you writhe beneath him. "Let me see you fall apart. Want to feel you come around my cock."

The tension built higher, tighter, until you were trembling with it. Every nerve ending felt like it was on fire. Jongho's cock filled you perfectly, stretched you wide, hit every spot that made you see stars.

"I'm close," you whimpered, fingers digging into his shoulders hard enough to bruise. "So close—"

"Not yet," he panted, slowing his pace slightly even though you could tell it was killing him. "Want to make this last. Want to feel you like this forever."

He rolled his hips in a slow, deep grind that had you gasping. You could feel every inch of him, thick and hard inside you, stretching you open. The slower pace was more intense, more intimate, making you feel everything.

"Jongho," you whimpered, clenching around him. "Please—"

"Please what?" he asked, voice rough. "Tell me what you need."

"Harder," you begged, past the point of shame. "Fuck me harder. I need it. Need you."

Jongho groaned like you'd punched him and immediately complied, snapping his hips forward with renewed intensity. The force of his thrusts pushed you up the couch, and he had to grab your hip to hold you in place.

"Like this?" he panted, driving into you relentlessly. "This what you need?"

"Yes!" you cried out, nails dragging down his back. "Yes, just like that, don't stop—"

The sound of your bodies coming together filled the room mixing with both of you moaning and gasping. It was filthy and perfect and everything you'd been dreaming about for months.

"You're so wet," Jongho groaned, looking down to where you were joined. "God, look at you taking me. Look at how well you take my cock."

You followed his gaze and the sight of him disappearing inside you over and over made you clench hard around him. Jongho cursed and thrust harder, chasing the sensation.

"I'm not gonna last," he panted against your skin, rhythm starting to falter. "You feel too good. Too perfect. I can't—"

"Don't care," you gasped, pulling him closer. "Want to feel you come inside me. Want you to fill me up."

Jongho made a sound that was almost broken, hips snapping forward desperately. His fingers worked your clit faster, more insistent, determined to bring you over the edge with him.

"Come for me," he demanded, voice wrecked. "Want to feel you come around my cock. Please, baby, I need it—" The combination of his cock hitting that perfect spot inside you and his fingers on your clit was too much. The tension that had been building finally snapped.Your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, pleasure exploding through every nerve ending. You cried out his name as your body clenched around him rhythmically, walls fluttering and gripping his cock like a vice.

"Fuck, yes," Jongho groaned, feeling you come apart beneath him. "Just like that. So perfect. So good for me."

He fucked you through it, prolonging your pleasure until you were shaking and oversensitive. Your walls were still clenching around him when his rhythm finally broke completely.

"I'm—" he gasped, thrusts becoming erratic. "I'm gonna—"

"Do it," you whimpered, legs tightening around his waist. "Come inside me. Want to feel it."

Jongho buried himself as deep as he could go and came with a guttural moan, his cock pulsing as he spilled inside you. You could feel the warmth of it, feel him throbbing as he emptied himself completely.

"God," he panted, hips still moving in small, involuntary thrusts as he rode out his orgasm. "So good. You feel so fucking good."

He collapsed on top of you, both of you trembling and gasping for breath. You could feel him still inside you, softening slowly, and the intimacy of it made your chest tight. Neither of you moved for a long moment, just stayed tangled together with hearts pounding in sync while you both tried to remember how to breathe.

Jongho shifted slightly, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. "Holy shit," he whispered.

You laughed breathlessly. "Yeah."

He pulled back just enough to look at you, and the tenderness in his expression made your chest tight. Like he couldn't quite believe this had actually happened.

"Worth the wait?" you asked softly.

Jongho smiled. His soft smile that belonged only to you now. "So worth it."

Eventually, Jongho pulled out carefully, both of you wincing slightly at the sensitivity. He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead before standing, offering you his hand.

"Come on," he murmured, voice still rough. "Let's get you somewhere more comfortable than my couch."

You took his hand and let him pull you up, legs a little unsteady. Yet he steadied you immediately, one arm wrapping around your waist while his thumb traced absent circles against your hip.

"You okay?" he asked softly, searching your face.

"More than okay," you whispered.

Something in his expression softened even further. He grabbed his discarded hoodie from the floor and helped you slip it on, the fabric warm and smelling like him. The gesture was so unexpectedly tender that it made your chest ache.

Jongho laced his fingers through yours and led you down the hallway to his bedroom. You'd been in here before for movie nights and the occasional late conversation but it felt different now. Intimate in a way it hadn't been before. He flicked on the small lamp on his nightstand instead of the overhead light, bathing the room in a soft golden glow. The bed was unmade from this morning, sheets rumpled and inviting.

"Here," Jongho said quietly, grabbing a clean shirt from his dresser and gently wiping away the evidence of what you'd just done. His touch was careful, reverent almost, like you were something precious. When he was done, he tossed the shirt aside and cupped your face, thumbs brushing over your flushed cheeks.

"Hi," he whispered, smiling slightly.

"Hi," you breathed back, unable to stop your own smile.

He kissed you again, slow and sweet this time, without the desperate urgency from before. Just soft and lingering, like he had all the time in the world now. When he finally pulled back, he tugged you toward the bed. You both climbed in, and Jongho immediately pulled you against his chest, arms wrapping around you like he'd been doing this forever. The sheets were cool against your overheated skin, and you could hear his heartbeat still racing beneath your ear.

His fingers traced lazy patterns up and down your spine while you tangled your legs with his. The room was quiet except for your breathing gradually evening out, the distant hum of the city outside, and the rustle of sheets as you both settled into each other.

This felt like coming home. His forehead rested against yours while both of you caught your breath, hands still tangled together like neither of you had realized it yet. Your cheeks hurt faintly from smiling so much, and Jongho looked just as gone as you felt. It made something warm settle deep in your chest. For once, neither of you rushed to fill the silence.

You traced your thumb absently over his knuckles. “So… Wooyoung was right.”

Jongho groaned immediately. “Don’t ever say that again.”

You laughed softly, and the sound seemed to undo him a little. His expression gentled as he looked at you like he was still trying to process that this was real. That you were real.

“You know what the worst part is?” he murmured.

“What?” You barely whispered, voice soft.

“I think I would’ve kept waiting forever.”

Your smile faded slightly at the honesty in his voice. Jongho glanced down at your joined hands before continuing quietly, “I kept thinking if I crossed the line and you didn’t feel the same, I’d lose you completely.”

“You wouldn’t have.”

“I know that now.”

Something tightened painfully in your chest. Because the truth was, you understood exactly what he meant. All those months of almosts, the lingering looks, all the jealousy hidden behind teasing, your hands brushing for half a second too long. Both of you waiting for the other person to break first. Somehow, despite all of it, you still ended up here.

You smiled softly. “Guess we’re both idiots then.”

Jongho huffed a laugh. “Yeah. Probably.”

Then his hand lifted to your face again, thumb brushing your cheek with impossible care.

“But at least we’re idiots together.”

The words should’ve sounded teasing. Instead they landed somewhere deep. Your throat tightened unexpectedly, and Jongho noticed immediately. He always noticed.

His expression softened further before he leaned down to press one slow kiss against your forehead. A quiet promise wrapped inside something simple.

You could feel Jongho’s eyes on your skin, practically burning into your flesh as you panted and mewled. Consumed in the fuzzy depths of pleasure, almost every sense of yours was heightened. Sweat coated your tired body, aching muscles screaming for a break, yet it was of no use. Your brain was fucked out, broken even, as you continued riding like your life was on the line. It felt too good to stop, too good to pause, too good to think.

“Fuck baby, I think Yunho broke you.”

Grunting beneath you was Jongho’s friend, Jung Yunho. A friend you had admired since your boyfriend introduced you to his group. A friend that made your mouth water with every ripple of muscle, every small sliver of skin he exposed for you. You had often thought of this exact moment, just how good he’d feel fucking you dumb, stuffing you full again and again until you were overflowing with his cum.

Luckily, Jongho was on the same wavelength.

Jongho didn’t mind sharing, encouraged it even, and Yunho had been glad to take advantage of you two’s liberal approach to your relationship. He honestly had his eye on you the second Jongho had walked through the door with you - as many of the others had too. But he had been the lucky man picked to satisfy your lewd fantasies, and Yunho couldn’t have been happier.

“Kiss him.”

You looked towards Jongho, eyes raking over him, taking in the way he pumped his cock hurriedly. A camcorder was set up on a stand next to him, and he made sure to zoom in as Yunho grabbed your chin and shoved his tongue in your mouth. His fingers pressed into your spine, making you keen into his touch. Yunho’s kiss was wet and messy, and it was clear he himself was hazy from desire. You were needy and pliant, easy for him to meld and manhandle however he pleased. 

“Fuck her harder, Yun. She doesn’t look cockdrunk yet.”

Mewling pathetically, your nails dug into Yunho’s shoulders, drawing a hiss out of the giant. You could feel his grip tighten on your lips, leaving you no wiggle room as he bounced you on his cock. His hips were meeting yours halfway, and you genuinely couldn’t fathom how he moved you like you were nothing. Your broken pants and whines had Yunho on edge himself, especially with the way your cunt squeezed his pulsing cock. Satisfied grunts were also heard from Jongho’s direction, though you couldn’t focus much on him.

Close and unsteady, you let yourself fall into Yunho’s chest, eyes hazy as you looked towards your boyfriend. He looked so hot right now, his usual stoic demeanour replaced with raw desire. Sweat congealed his fringe into spiky tips, and he let a long dribble of spit fall to his cock before fucking his hand harder. He was outpacing Yunho’s thrusts, the elder having already orgasmed twice, and showed his fist no mercy.

“Fuck, so hot baby. Such a good slut, letting my friends share your sweet little cunt. Ain’t she sweet, Yunho?”

Yunho’s breath was ragged, coming out in short pants as you felt him tense underneath.

“Ngh- So sweet, J-Jongho. Think I’m gonna- I-I’m gonna-”

Jongho’s response was apathetic and curt - “Hold it.”

Yunho let out a small protest, almost akin to a whimper, yet nodded regardless. The combination of your pussy practically milking him and your wanton moans was driving him crazy, and it was taking everything in him to hold it in. Looking down at you, a pang of jealousy hit him when he saw your entire attention was on Jongho, watching intently as he worked himself to his high. 

He was the one fucking you, the one you were dripping all over, yet he had a niggling feeling that you weren’t dripping because of him. It only encouraged him to fuck you harder, to fuck you until all you could think about was him.

“C’mere.”

Yunho snaked his fingers into your hair and gently tugged you to his level, smushing his lips against yours. He was more forceful in this kiss, too consumed with his own thoughts. His tongue was rough against your skin, and he smirked when you clenched and whimpered softly. Dribble escaped the corner of your swollen lips as he sucked on your tongue, devouring you heartily. 

“So sweet,” he murmured, snaking his way from your lips to your nape, licking his way back up lewdly to lock lips again. Brain swirling with desire, you began to drown in everything Yunho, noting the way his hips had picked up the pace, shallow and hasty.

“Oh fuck, that’s it. Just like that, Yunho.” Jongho took the camera off its stand and approached with it, slowing his other hand so he could limit the shakiness. He settled down onto the bed, just shy from where Yunho was practically abusing your pussy, watching in awe as he pistoned into you. 

“Shit…” he cursed quietly, letting go of his weeping cock to spread your cheeks, practically salivating at the ring of white forming where you and Yunho met. Collecting his spit in his mouth, Jongho leant in and spat on your arsehole, zeroing in as it slowly trailed down to meet the aforementioned white. You squirmed at the sensation, turning around to find your boyfriend inches from your ass, camera trained dutifully. You were so overwhelmed that you didn’t even notice the way Yunho groaned in protest, nails digging harder into your sides.

“Jjong- ba-baby, what are you- hngh!- doing?!”

“Just shut up and take it.”

You did as you were told, lips pursed together as Jongho made his camera debut, inching closer until he was just shy of your jolting asscheeks. Still spreading them, he flattened his tongue below, and dragged it up past your puckering hole with agonising slowness. 

This unexpected stimulation was too much to bear, and soon enough you were digging your nails into Yunho’s shoulders and throwing your head back in ecstasy, crying out to a god ashamed of such gluttonous lust. 

“Oh, god! I’m gonna fuckin’ come!”

Yunho wasn’t prepared for you practically clamping on him like a vice, hissing a strangled moan before tugging himself out and promptly ejaculating. Jongho wasn’t quick enough to get himself out of the splash zone, leading to both him and the lens being coated with cum, as well as your ass also being spittled with the substance. 

Your boyfriend sat there, dazed beyond comprehension as you and Yunho tried to catch your breath, slumped against each other. Bringing a hand to his brow, he mopped his face before sitting upright, biting his lip softly. 

“That was… something.”

Yunho grunted as you slid yourself off of him, shakily crawling across the mattress to Jongho and straddling him. Jongho gave a lazy side glance to Yunho, almost as if he was gloating, before softly grabbing you by the neck and swallowing your gasp with a greedy kiss. 

All Yunho could do is watch, his jealousy festering with the added sensuality of you sloppily kissing and licking his cum off of your boyfriend’s face. He watched everything happen with morbid curiosity, his hand itching to palm at his twitching semi-hard cock. 

Jongho muttered sweet nothings to you, praising you as his hands roamed freely over your body. Inevitably, Jongho’s touch returned to your cheeks, palming them roughly and squeezing them like stress toys, mouth falling open in a little ‘oh’ as you softly ground against him.

When you had finished cleaning him off, Jongho pushed you off his lap and let you fall to the mattress, tossing the still-recording camera at Yunho, who barely caught it.

“Get my good side, yeah?” Jongho said, smirking as he pushed your back into an arch before letting his hand slide down to your neck, touch soft yet firm.

“Be a good girl and keep your eyes on Yunho, baby. Can you do that for me?”

Nodding helplessly, you tried to focus on the words coming out of his mouth rather than the way he traced his fat tip around your pulsating hole. Pushing your hips back would only prolong the torture, so you obediently maintained your position, ass in the air for him, staring at Yunho. 

A twisted pleasure overcame you at the sight of Yunho completely flushed, his tip as red and shiny as his sweating face. Jongho smacked your ass - once, twice - and then finally gave you what you wanted. 

He slid slowly into you, empowered by the way your body instantly tensed, tiny whimpers falling from your parted lips as he continued to press deeper, stretching you out. He wasn’t as long as Yunho, not by a long shot, but my god he was girthy. 

Yunho watched intently as your face contorted with the pleasure-pain wracking your already-spent body, all your might being channelled into maintaining eye contact. The fire engulfing his body only worsened, and Yunho quickly changed hands so he could start pleasuring himself. 

Jongho was on top of you, weighing you down, pinning you in place with his muscle. You couldn’t move, couldn’t think, couldn’t talk - all you could do was whine and cry out helplessly, pussy weeping as he bullied inside your cunt, unforgiving. You could barely see Yunho through the tears cascading, yet you still dutifully kept your eyes on him, watching through your blurry vision as he huffed and grunted at the sight before him. Unamused, Jongho tsked before glaring at Yunho, tilting his head to the side slightly.

“Don’t corrupt the audio, Yunho.”

Yunho nodded and pursed his lips, eyes trained on your fucked-out expression, babbling nonsensically under your boyfriend. 

Fuck, he wished it was him. He wished he could bury deep inside you and flood you with his cum, fill you to the brim and watch it overflow back onto his cock.

But for now? For now he’d have to be content with jerking himself off, relishing in the way his semen still stained your skin as Jongho pinned you and fucked you like a rabid animal.

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From what he is seeing through the little window, the children—all of them were facing the front of the room. Their eyes glued emotionless to something that casts a greyish blue glow.

Curious to what had them in a trance, Jongho tries to move to get a closer look. He can't though, for some reason it was like his feet are stuck in place—like an invisible barrier was placed in the way. And from his spot, part of a wall blocks the view of what was in front.

An eerie whisper fills his ears, he doesn't know what is being said for whoever was speaking in a language he doesn't understand. The children don't move from their spots, not an inch for what seems like hours.

Then finally he sees a faint mist, all different colors come from the children's bodies. The mist flies up into the air, twisting like a tendril, it curls up into what appears to be a pipe. Jongho's lips part and his eyebrows furrow, the sight felt forbidden to see. His heart begins to pound.

As the mist goes up, the children's expressions seem to become more emotionless if that was even possible.

Jongho notices how the kids were dressed the same, in all white shirts and pants. He tries to move forward but he can't, instead he stumbles back in a dimly lit hall. There were doors going along the hall, all had the same greyish blue light emitting from the little windows.

Jongho goes down the hall quickly, looking through each window. It was the same sight in all, kids and adults alike dressed in white staring at whatever it was in the front of the room while mist leaves their bodies. The hallway takes a left turn and still the doors never seem to end as he jogs through trying to find an exit.

This door was different from the others, bigger for one. He approaches it hesitantly. He pushes it slowly, finding he can actually touch this door. It opens and he's instantly flooded with a bright white light. His vision blurs as a sharp pain enters his skull. He managed to make out, couple of figures sitting at respective desks while a giant painting fills the wall. He couldn't make out what the painting was. The last thing he saw before he blacked out was that painting— it moved.

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"You didn't have to cook," he says softly, wrapping his arms around you from behind. "But I'm glad you did. It smells amazing." He presses a gentle kiss to your neck, his hands caressing your baby bump lovingly. "How's our little one today?" he asks, resting his hands on the sides of your stomach.

"Active as always," you respond with a happy sigh, leaning back against Jongho's chest. "They've been kicking up a storm all day." He chuckles softly and moves one hand to feel the movement. "Just like their mother," he teases, nuzzling your neck. "Always full of energy." Jongho stays close to you, reluctant to let go even as the kitchen fills with the delicious aroma of dinner cooking. "I missed you both so much today," he confesses quietly, his arms tightening around you protectively.

"I missed you too," you whine playfully, turning in his arms to face him. "But you were gone all day. I got lonely without my husband." Jongho gives you a tender smile and cups your face with his hands. "I'm sorry, baby," he says, leaning down to kiss your forehead. "I'll make it up to you, I promise."

He rubs your belly soothingly while still holding you close. "Did you behave while I was gone?" he asks teasingly, though his eyes show genuine concern for your comfort. You pout and shake your head no, making Jongho raise an eyebrow in amusement. "Not at all," you confess, tracing patterns on his chest.

"I was thinking about you all day," you add with a mischievous glint in your eyes. "Especially when I missed your touch." Jongho's expression softens as he sees the desire in your gaze. "Is that so?" he murmurs, leaning closer until his lips are hovering just above yours. "Tell me what you missed about me."

"I missed how you hold me," you gasp as Jongho's lips trail down your neck, leaving soft kisses. "The way your strong arms wrap around me protectively." His hands slide down to grip your hips possessively, pressing his growing bulge against your belly. "Keep going," he encourages, nipping at your sensitive skin.

"I missed your scent," you moan, tangling your fingers in Jongho's hair as he continues his assault on your neck. "The way you make me feel so safe and wanted." His hands roam lower, caressing your thighs as he lifts your dress. "You are wanted," he whispers huskily. "So incredibly wanted." He picks you up bridal style and carries you to the bedroom, setting you down gently on the bed. "Let me show you just how much I missed you," he growls, hovering over you with heated eyes.

Jongho may not come across as a typical sexually aggressive character, but his desire for you is evident in private moments. The pregnancy just adds to his natural possessiveness and protectiveness over you. Jongho leans down to capture your lips in a heated kiss, his hands already pushing up your dress. "You're absolutely stunning like this," he murmurs against your lips, his fingers tracing your curves.

He slides his hands under your dress to cup your pregnant belly, his touch gentle yet firm. "Carrying our child makes you even more beautiful," he says with reverence. His hands continue their exploration, moving up to massage your breasts as he presses kisses down your body. "My beautiful wife, carrying our family," he whispers possessively.

"I'll be gentle," Jongho promises as he kneels between your legs, his hands spreading your thighs apart. "But I can't promise I won't drive you crazy." He gently pulls your panties down and tosses them aside, revealing your wet pussy. "Look at how ready you are for me," he groans, running his fingers through your folds.

"Let me take care of you, my love," he says softly, his eyes dark with desire. Jongho quickly undoes his shirt, revealing his muscular chest as he pulls out his hard length. "I need to be inside you," he says with need, positioning himself at your entrance.

He teases your entrance with the tip of his cock, rubbing your sensitive clit as he looks at you with hungry eyes. "Ready, baby?" he asks, his voice rough with desire. Jongho slowly pushes inside you, taking his time to fill you completely. His movements are controlled and deliberate, making sure he doesn't cause any discomfort.

"That's it, relax for me," he coos, holding your hips steady as he begins to thrust gently. "You feel so perfect around me." His dominant nature still shows as he starts to pick up the pace, his fingers digging into your skin. "Take every inch of me, love," he commands, his voice low and possessive. Jongho increases his pace, his hips moving in deep, powerful strokes. He keeps one hand on your belly, while the other reaches down to stimulate your clit.

"Cum for me, baby," he growls, his eyes fixed on your face as he watches your pleasure build. "Let go and soak my cock." He feels your walls clenching around him and groans deeply, struggling to maintain his control. "Fuck, you're getting so tight," he grunts, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he nears his own release. Jongho can feel his orgasm approaching, but he's determined to make you cum first. He angles his hips just right, hitting that perfect spot inside you.

"Cum for me now," he commands again, his fingers rubbing circles on your clit as he thrusts hard and deep. "I want to feel you fall apart on my cock." With a final deep thrust, he sends you over the edge, watching as your body trembles in pleasure. The sight of you coming undone is enough to push him over as well.

"Take my cum, take it all," he groans, filling you up with his hot seed as he pulses inside you. His body shudders with the intensity of his release, holding you close through every wave. Jongho's chest heaves as he tries to catch his breath, still buried deep inside you. His growl of satisfaction rumbles through his chest as he slowly pulls out, watching his cum drip from your used hole.

"That was amazing," he says with a satisfied sigh, collapsing beside you on the bed. "You always know how to drive me wild." He wraps his arms around you, pulling you against his sweaty chest protectively. "I love you so much," he whispers, pressing gentle kisses to your hair. Jongho's hand rests tenderly on your pregnant belly, his fingers tracing gentle patterns over your skin. "Our little one must be tired from all that excitement," he chuckles softly.

He nuzzles your neck affectionately, his touch becoming more possessive as he holds both you and your unborn child. "I can't wait to meet them," he says with warmth in his voice. Jongho presses one final kiss to your cheek before pulling away slightly. "Thank you for being the best wife and soon-to-be mother," he says sincerely, his eyes filled with love and adoration.