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3 years ago

dance the night away

warnings: unprotected sex (theres no indication of protection), drunk sex, size kink?, cursing, manhandling i guess, lowercase intended

pairing: dom!jongho x reader

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“Hiiii authornim. Hope you're having a fun day. May I please request for a smut? Dom!Jongho wherein you saw each other at a dance class in Korea. After the class, all the participants went out to drink including Jongho himself. And well that's where they *dance* the night away 😝”

im sososososososososososo sorry for this being suppperrrr late. i took a break because of mental health and im really sorry for leaving everyone waiting.

Dance The Night Away

“okay, that’s it for today! good job everyone, especially y/n,” the dance teacher winked at you and smiled, and you grinned at her. everyone bowed at her and she left the room leaving everyone else in the dance practice room. “guys! should we go for a drink today?” himchan shouted. he was usually the crazy and loud type of person that loved going to clubs to get drunk. he was a pretty nice guy, but you hated him for some reason. sometimes you couldn’t tell if he was trying to be nice to you, or flirt with you. it just made you uncomfortable. everyone in the room cheered in agreement. you were one of the younger kids in the room and you felt it would be rude to decline, so you just said yes. you went to the bathroom to change your outfit and the group went out to a club to get drunk. you picked at the plates of food, annoyed at how loud himchan was being. he sat right by you, and he would keep bumping into your shoulder. you licked the sauce off your chopsticks before looking up at the man in front of you, choi jongho.

you two were quite close, you didn’t interact a lot during dance class but you partnered with each other a few times and talked a lot outside of class. the music was loud and himchan was loudly shouting, probably flirting with girls. so you got closer to him before speaking,

“you’re not going to go out?” by out, you meant to the dance floor, where everyone was now.

he shrugged, chugging down another drink. you took that as a no, and decided to go out yourself.

you weren’t usually the type to go to clubs and party, but you were drunk as fuck, you couldn’t care less. you danced around and sang the lyrics to the song, living your best life.

you don’t know how you got to this point, everything from the point you started dancing to now was kind of blurred.

but now you were stuffed in the corner of the bathroom hallways at the club. you’re not exactly sure how long you’ve been here, but that doesn’t matter right now. what matters is that you’re on jongho’s lap, basically sucking each other’s faces off.

you were suddenly dragged here by jongho and it led up to this. you weren’t sure why but you weren’t against it at all. nothing was better than straddling his delicious thighs and strong arms wrapped around your waist. you rocked your hips against his hard erection, holding strong eye contact with jongho. you couldn’t care less about the people walking past, they were probably just as drunk as you anyways. panting, he grabbed you and pulled you up, guiding you outside of the club and right into a taxi.

he bounced his leg in impatience. he kept a strong grip on your plush thighs, massaging them dangerously close to your area. the taxi arrived at jongho’s apartment, which was one the 2nd floor of the building. the elevator was closed, so he resorted to the stairs. you were struggling to even walk in a straight line, so going up the stairs would be a struggle for you. he took this into consideration and just decided to pick you up, making you let out a slight yelp of surprise. you wrapped your arms around his neck, biting your lip in excitement. he easily skipped up the stairs while securely holding you.

once you two entered the fairly spacious apartment, he put you down and impatiently connected his lips to yours. he roughly kissed you while guiding you to his bedroom. both of your hands were traveling all around each other’s bodies.

your shorts were already off, his hands were fondling roughly with your ass, making you moan in satisfaction. you felt the coldness of his rings.

“fuck, i’ve been waiting for this moment,” he sighed as he rested his forehead against yours, removing the rest of his clothing.

“i can’t wait to ruin you,”

his lips then went to your neck, planting tender kisses, making you sigh in bliss.

“fuck, i need you so bad,” you bit your lip in desperation, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“you want it?”

“yes please give it to me,” you begged, rubbing your leg against his hard erection showing in his briefs. he cursed harshly and pulled down his briefs, stroking his hard cock. you licked your lips in anticipation.

he took his fingers and inserted them into your dripping heat, you yelped as you felt the cold touch of his metal rings reaching your heat.

“this feels so much better than using my own fingers,” you thought in your head.

he removed his fingers after a bit, making you whine in disappointment. you were about to hit your climax. but you were quickly cut off of your disappointment when he began entering you. his thick cock stretched your walls, making you whimper.

it took some time to get used to his girth. you moaned in pleasure as his dick hit the right spots. he manhandled your smaller body, folding your flexible body to put your legs over your head (basically folded like a flip phone). he kept up with his strong quick thrusts, his strong thighs never got tired. he tried a variety of different positions with you, like holding you up against the wall with you legs around his waist, or taking you doggy style at the edge of the bed while he held your legs up by his thighs. his stamina and strength was neverending, making you feel like absolute jelly.

your legs were weak, your body was covered in a light layer of sweat, and your hair was all crazy from jongho pulling it back while roughly thrusting his big cock.

he turned on the AC for you before cuddling up by your side. the two of you would probably wake up with headaches, but he has medicine prepared just in case.

“ugh, i feel so sticky,” you groaned.

“from how well i fucked you?” he smiled mischievously from behind your shoulder, hands grasping your waist. you nodded in agreement.

“fuck, i’m hard again,” you groaned but with a smile on your face.

“we’re never going to sleep, are we?”

“nope, sorry baby. now get on all fours like a good girl, i’ll make it quick” he kissed your shoulder and smacking your ass.


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1 year ago

Jongho: Backstage After-Hours

!!mentions of NSFW!! 18+ !! do NOT interact if you are not comfortable with smut!! as requested, here is a Jongho smut fic for you! This one is also pretty long so be prepared for that :3 IF you are comfortable, you may read more smuts here: hongjoong, san, mingi, yunho. PLEASE feel free to request more if you'd like! I'll get to ALL requests soon!!

Jongho: Backstage After-Hours
Jongho: Backstage After-Hours

The last thing you would've expected of this year was to be screaming your lungs out at a front-row seat for ATEEZ.

The shock overwhelmed you the night that the ATEEZ tickets were released for their tour, and no more than four seconds into the queue, you managed to snag a front-row seat.

Front row. Front. Row. To ATEEZ.

Sure, this meant you'd be working overtime for the next few weeks, but it was a small sacrifice to pay for the unmatched excitement that would await you soon. You've never been so quick to put any purchase like this into your credit card, and now the day finally came and here you were--screaming you rabid lungs out for the boys who made you the happiest person in the world.

Your live-in-the-moment excitement bounced off and influenced the fans around you. Soon enough, your side of the pit was the most fun to visit by the boys. They loved the energy, the fact that you were hopping around and screaming your heart out, singing along to all of their songs, and you were one of the few fans who didn't have a phone up to your face capturing the perfect fancam for the entirety of the 3-hour long concert duration.

Now, if your luck for front-row hadn't been enough to convince you that fate was indeed real, you were surely re-considering it when a security guard briskly walked up to you as you started leaving your seat, asking you to follow him once the concert ended.

Am I in trouble? is all you can think in your head as you nervously walk behind the guard, going over the events of the night that might've caused a misunderstanding.

Maybe they think I'm a sasaeng. Maybe my tickets were a fraud!?

To your surprise, you weren't yelled at or interrogated at all. Instead, a tall, slender woman with a KQ shirt greets you with a smile.

"Before you accept to come backstage and we proceed with anything further, I'll need you to sign this," she hands you a pen and a clipboard with an NDA form for you to read and fill out.

I'm being given an NDA. A Non-Disclosure Agreement. These things only happen in...

You shakily hand back the form with your information and initials signed.

...fanfiction.

The woman takes you towards the back and you quietly admire a multitude of stretching backup dancers, audio and sound engineers, large camera and videography equipment, and so much more.

It's a lot brighter than I ever imagined a backstage to be, you thought, attempting to distract yourself from the impending elephant that would soon ensue.

Finally, you're introduced to Choi Jongho, main vocalist, main dancer, and the infamous maknae of ATEEZ.

No. Fucking. Way.

"Ah, I didn't think you'd agree to come back here," he bows his head, offering you a warmest smile and a water bottle. "I'm Jongho, thank you for coming."

He offers you a seat on a single-seater sofa, closing the door of his dressing room behind him. He sat himself on another single-seater to be closer to you, and now you were practically face-to-face with one of the most beautiful boys to ever cross your existence.

This isn't happening. This isn't happening. This. Isn't. Fucking. Happening.

"I know who you are," you giggle, introducing yourself and offering your warmest smile, ignoring the obvious screaming and fangirling raging on in your head.

"I wanted to meet you backstage because I wanted to tell you that I saw you up front," he smiles, "and I really liked your energy. I wanted to meet you so bad."

"You liked my energy?" you scoff, "Isn't it supposed to be the other way around?"

"You wouldn't be too surprised if you knew what it's like from the stage," he smirked. "There's always a camera on you. I don't blame anyone, of course, because you do what you want with what you pay for. But sometimes the crowd is too immersed in their videos that they forget to enjoy the moment. It makes me feel like a robot."

He turns to you, covering his mouth in slight embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to invite you here to listen to me vent."

"No," you giggle, "I totally get it. I enjoyed the moment with you guys too, and I loved seeing you come to my side of the stage when we linked. Sharing interactions like that really made me feel like you guys noticed me, too. You're really great performers."

"Thank you," he smiles.

Several small conversations (and several arm pinches to make sure you weren't dreaming or anything) later, you manage to calm yourself down the more and more you talked with Jongho.

He really is just an ordinary person, just like me.

"Who's your bias?" the boy suddenly asks, leaning back against his chair.

"My bias? Currently you, obviously," you laugh.

"Nah, you're just saying that 'cause I'm right here," he says.

"Fine. My bias currently is Yunho."

"Currently? What, it changes?"

"Mm-hmm," you nod, "I can't ever stick to one bias. You're all just so fun to stan."

"Okay," he grins, "we could change it from Yunho to me then, right?"

You grin, covering your mouth as your cheeks flushed a deep shade of red.

"How about you?" you poke back.

"Me?"

"Yeah, who's your favorite fan? Is that even a thing?"

He lets out a loud laugh, turning back to you.

"You could be my favorite fan," he smirks.

"You're also just saying that," you smile.

"Can I be honest?"

You cock your head to the side, a curious smile beaming across your face. "Honest? About what?"

"You're the only fan I've asked to come backstage for this tour," he says quietly.

"You're lying," you giggle.

"I'm not," he whispers as a more endearing smile crosses his face. "I think you're also very pretty."

He eyed you steadily now, slow blinking and leaning back against his chair. You couldn't help but think about where this could lead to, if you allowed it.

"Is that why you made me sign an NDA?" you smirk, crossing your legs and leaning against the armchair.

The boy scoffs, looking away in embarrassment. "No, I didn't mean to come off as--"

"Relax," you tease, "I'm just messing with you. I think you're really cute, too. Way cuter in person."

You eye him steadily now, a sly grin meeting his. "Can I be honest now?"

He keeps his eyes locked on you, marveling at the way the apples of your cheeks illuminated your face when you smiled.

"I'd love to put that NDA to good use."

Jongho smiles slowly, relaxing against his chair and man-spreading his legs.

"Come here, then," he whispers.

His expression fades to lust at the sight of you slowly making your way to his lap. One of the many things he loved about you tonight was your outfit. You were wearing a black and white blazer dress with a deep, plunging neckline. An outfit that made your pretty face stand out in a crowd, but also one that implied you were grown enough to fuck.

And man, was he glad that you were initiating it.

You lean over him as he pulls your legs over his lap, grazing his lips gently against yours, closing your eyes as you caressed each other's faces and bodies in unison. As he kisses you slowly, he brings a hand against your thighs, curiously outlining his fingertips over your curves. You bring a hand to his jaw and push further into his mouth, inviting his tongue into yours with each fervent kiss. Jongho glides his hand from your hips to your inner thighs, circling his fingers around your clothed groin. The feel of Jongho's fingers poking at you through your clothes was enough to make you crave for his warmth against your body.

"Jongho," you whisper into him, "let me entertain you tonight."

You begin sliding off his lap and start unbuttoning your dress, taking a few step backs as you slowly and seductively exposed more of your collarbone, shoulders, and breasts. You step out of your dress and fold it neatly on the floor, using it as a cushion for your knees.

Jongho bites his lower lip and brings a hand to cover his mouth to hold back a grunt. Seeing you bend to your knees in front of him was enough to ignite an emerging boner rising deep inside his black sweatpants.

You slowly glide your hands against his hips until you reach the waist of his pants, tugging at them slowly until his boxers were out.

Cute, you think, as you're greeted by a pair of pink AllSaints boxers.

"I ran out of black pairs," is all he can embarrassingly admit, his cheeks growing bright and hot at seeing your smile.

"No," you whisper, "these are so much better."

You pull his boxers down to reveal his long, hardened cock already pleading for your entertainment.

You dampen your lips as you begin stroking the erect member with your hands, pulling soft, deep strokes as the boy reposed against his chair.

He bites his lip harder to hold back a low grunt, his lust for you enticing further at the feel of your warm hands wrapped around him. He exhaled deeper and heavier breaths as you began twisting his member, gently stroking it over and over. Suddenly, he felt the warmth and wetness of your tongue delicately licking against his tip.

The boy reaches a hand to your head, calmly running his fingers through your hair before proceeding to nudge you further, bringing your mouth gingerly around his cock. You obeyed, sucking on him considerately before picking up the pace.

You experimented with your timing for a bit, switching between your hands and your mouth (and sometimes both) wrapped around his throbbing member. The boy's breathing intensified as he began to feel himself on the verge of reaching a climax. He massaged your scalp as he pushed you deeper into him, soft sounds of gagging and choking erupting in the air.

The boy lets out a whimper as he looks down to see you shying away from him, licking your lips and wiping your mouth as you stood up.

"Why'd you--why'd you stop? I.. I was so.."

You grinned, knowing that edging him was part of the entertainment deal you wanted to give him exclusively.

"Are you being entertained? I didn't say I was done," you grin, climbing back on his lap and wrapping your thighs around his cock. You leaned into him, placing your hands over his shoulders as you slowly began riding his dick, throwing your head back as your soft moans progressively got louder. All at once, the tempered boy was also thrusting himself underneath you, desperately wanting to take charge of what was about to come.

And so, when he couldn't hold himself back anymore, he did.

He stood up and carried you towards his vanity mirror, sitting you against the tabletop. Your legs wrapped around his waist, sinking your fingernails deep into his back, gasping as the boy started fucking you. And he was going in hard.

From behind you, he caught sight of himself in the mirror as he fucked you hard, and to his surprise, the reflection in the mirror had aroused him even more. The way your legs were clenched and buckled around his waist, the way you bounced up and down at every protruding thrust, the way your head was leaning into his shoulder as you desperately bit into his blades with hopes of silencing your screams. Now he was going in harder, clutching onto the sides of the desk as the furniture rattled underneath you both.

He turned to face you, sticking his tongue inside your mouth agape. At this point, he was taking full control of you and your body, and all you could do was try to ease the thristing moans repeatedly escaping your lips.

"Fuck," Jongho grunts as he feels himself on the verge of climaxing, and in a sudden instant you find yourself on your back against the floor in an attempt to make you more comfortable.

If only there was a fucking longer couch instead of single ones, he quietly cursed in his head, pulling your legs over his shoulders and mindlessly fucking you on the carpet. While the floor wasn't the most comfortable place to fuck, it had come in great luck as Jongho had managed to finally reach your G-spot.

You tightened your handgrip against the legs of the vanity desk behind you, letting out the last of your cries before feeling the hot release of your orgasm rush through your lower abdomen. You noticed the boy's face scrunch up as he was about to ejaculate inside of you, and then in an instant you felt the rush of his hot cum spilling in and all over your inner thighs, making a mess of the floor beneath you.

"Fuck," he panted, bringing your legs down from his shoulders and wrapping them around his hips instead. You looked in awe as the sweat drops rolled down his forehead, his mouth agape and eyes closed as he tried to steady his breathing.

You sat up and placed your hands around his jaw, giving him a quick kiss before he could open his eyes again.

"What was that for?" he smiled tiredly.

"For being a good performer off-stage, too," you smirk.

He laughs, repositioning himself on the floor to where you were sitting across his lap again, his hands wrapped around your waist and your arms around his neck.

"You're a good fan," he says, his eyes softening as a smile crossed your face, "both in a crowd and in private."

You smile, letting him pepper kisses all over your cheek, jaw, and lips.

"Are you gonna look for me when you come back for your next tour?" you say, cocking your head to the side.

"I don't think you believed me when I said you're the only person I've picked from a crowd for this tour," he insists again.

"You're lying, that's why I don't believe you," you tease.

"I'm serious. I mean, I've invited people over before... for my past tours... but none of them have had as much of a colorful personality as yours. You're the first who really stuck out to me in a long time, really. Both on and offstage. I hope you never lose that part of you."

"Awe," you smile warmly, "look at you being so sweet. It makes me kind of want to bias you, now."

"I haven't been able to change your mind from biasing me instead of Yunho?" he furrows his brows in annoyance.

"I don't know yet," you shrug, planting another soft kiss against his cheek.

"Then I guess that leaves me only one option," he grins, giggling into your neck and rocking you gently back and forth, "be my girlfriend one day, so I can make more time to convince you to always choose me."


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4 years ago

[2:16 PM] (TW: panic attack)

it happened completely unexpectedly.

the weather is lovely, and you managed to buy everything you wanted today. you weren’t bothered by the crowd of people who are also enjoying the warmth of summer, and you’d been laughing about something with jongho just moments before everything happened.

suddenly, someone had shouted. it was probably a petty argument, just two people bickering over trivial things, but the cause of it doesn’t matter because the sound alone made your anxiety spike and suddenly you’re spiraling.

jongho continues talking about whatever you had been discussing, but he stops when he realises something is wrong.

you look around at the people walking past, and you’re hyperaware of every little noise and movement. everything is so loud and you feel like you can’t even hear your own thoughts, but the pounding of your heart is somehow drowning it all out anyway.

you don’t hear jongho calling your name, but when he moves next to you and waves a hand in front of your face, still confused by what’s happening, you suddenly reach for it.

“jongho,” you mumble, trying your keep your voice from cracking, “I just- I can’t do this right now. I can’t do anything right now, I can’t-”

“woah, hey, it’s okay,” he cuts you off, gently placing his other hand on your shoulder.

holding one of his hands tight with both of yours, you stare at him with wide, scared eyes, and a concerned frown finds its way to his face. looking around at your surroundings, he bites his lip as he tries to think of what to do.

“let’s go somewhere else, okay?” he suggests, and when you nod, he takes your hand and leads you away from the crowded area.

once you’re somewhere much quieter, he finds a spot for you to sit. taking a seat, you wring your shaky hands as if trying to physically rid your body of the anxiety. you stare at the ground, trying to regulate your breathing and count down from 10 slowly, but it feels like you have no control over your lungs.

choked sobs escape you as tears stream down your face, and you feel guilty and regretful despite it being out of your control. jongho kneels in front of you and asks you to look at him, so you do. he holds out a hand and you place your hand in his.

“you’re alright, okay? you’re safe, and you’re going to be absolutely fine. I promise.”

you nod, and though you’re still anxious and shaky, his words do help you calm down. he repeats affirmations over and over, looking right at you and watching your expression for any sign of discomfort because he really wants to help but if you need space, he’s going to give you that.

“is it okay if I sit down next to you?” he asks after a few minutes pass, and you nod with a weak smile.

the warmth of his body beside you helps keep you grounded, and you rest your head against his shoulder. your heart is still racing and your cheeks burn from crying, but you feel like you can finally breathe.

he doesn’t speak, he just wraps an arm around you and lets you calm down. more time passes, and you finally decide to say something.

“jongho, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to ruin the day or anything, I’m really so sorry,” you apologise, unable to look him in the eye.

he turns to you and places both his hands on your shoulders, expression both serious and kind. shaking his head, he says, “don’t ever apologize for something like this, Y/N. you’ve done nothing wrong, there’s no reason to be sorry and you didn’t ruin the day. okay?”

you just nod because you’re sure you’ll start crying again if you try to speak. he pulls you into a hug and you let yourself relax into the comfort of his embrace.

at the end of the day, even if things don't always go well, at least you know that jongho will always be by your side to help you up when you fall down.


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