˗ˏˋ꒰ 🫐 ꒱ " Like This "

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🫐 ꒱ " like this "

PAIRING. jeong yunho x reader (gender neutral, no gendered terms) WORDS. 759 words, 2m 46s read time GENRES & TAGS. smut, fluff, soft dom yunho, sub reader SUMMARY. y/n shows yunho how to choke someone; they're a good teacher :) WARNINGS. nsfw content, choking kink, dom/sub, master kink, petnames (baby, pet, angel), some degrading, praise. TAGLIST. [ send ask to be tagged ] COLLECTION. part of my 100 SMUT PROMPTS collection. prompt: "you look so good with my hands around your neck" [18]

THIS FIC belongs to @luvrz-high . DO NOT translate, repost. etc.

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you'd sat yourself in your boyfriend's lap nearly forty-five minutes ago, initially joining him on the couch to watch a movie with him. you ended up turning around to face him when he began peppering your neck with kisses, a small smile tugging at his lips when your skin broke into goosebumps.

"but you love it when i kiss your neck, baby. i know you do," he smirked, his voice low and deep. you felt your face warm but refused to acknowledge how much he was affecting you.

he lifted his left hand to cup your face, thumb running over your cheekbone. you felt butterflies flutter in your stomach and you quickly tried to change his focus, inhaling deeply and clearing your throat loudly before speaking.

"y'know, you've never choked me before," you started. you watched his eyes flicker with something unrecognizable when the words passed your lips but you continued, those wretched butterflies returning. "do you even know how?" his hands fell to your hips, resting there comfortably as they usually did.

"mm- i'm not sure," he smirked, "why don't you teach me, pet?"

you hated how big of an impact that word had on you.

"o-okay," you muttered, your confidence in yourself faltering under his strong gaze. "you have to bring your hand up to the throat, of course," you said quietly. you raised your hand up, passing over your boyfriend's chest before reaching his throat. "you grab here..." your fingers pressed against his warm skin and you felt him swallow thickly under your touch, his grip on your waist tightening.

"then you squeeze like this." you pressed your fingers into the sides of his throat, exactly where your friend had shown you. yunho took in a deep breath as your fingertips dug into his skin, his own face turning red.

why'd he like it so much?

"thank you for showing me, angel," he muttered, a small smile curling at the corners of his lips. you didn't expect such a tame reaction.

nor did you get one.

one of his hands was quick to grab your wrist, pulling it off his throat. the other hand held you against his waist as he flipped you over, nearly tossing you onto the couch. your back hit the fabric surface and you felt weak, completely at his disposal in such a quick movement.

"now look at you." his smile turned dark and he brought your free hand up above your head, pinning both of your wrists down with one hand. "so cute, all for me." his other hand reached down to the edge of your shirt, fingers slipping under the fabric and just above the waistline of your shorts.

his skin felt cold against yours, your body overheating as your heart raced. the dragging of just one of his digits under the hem of your shirt made your stomach quiver.

"pathetic little thing," he whispers, his eyes never leaving yours. you couldn't help the whimper that fell from your lips at his words, and he chuckled. "you like that, don't you, baby?" he speaks lowly as his hand comes out from under your shirt, your skin missing his touch. you whined so quietly it was nearly inaudible, but he heard, and shook his head.

"i asked you a question."

"y-yes," you replied, watching his hand move its way slowly up your body.

"yes, what?"

"yes master."

he smiled, "there you go."

after an agonizingly long time, his hand wound up hovering over your face, thumb running over the ridge of your lower lip. he pulled it down ever so slightly before he smirked, moving his hand down to exactly where he knew you wanted it.

"is this what you wanted, pet?" he asked lowly, wrapping his large hand around your throat. he did what you'd done, pressing in on the sides. your heart fluttered and you couldn't help but let out another whimper, eyes closing in bliss as he gave you what you wanted.

"you look so good with my hands around your throat," he spoke quietly, groaning softly as he caught his lower lip between his teeth. "so fucking cute." your face warmed again and the butterflies returned as he loosened his grip. it was far sooner than you'd wanted but he was quick to replace his hand with his mouth, kissing all over the overheating skin.

he nibbled occasionally and you knew you'd have a few hickeys peppering the space the next day, but god, you wanted this to happen every day for the rest of your life.

Ateez sub/dom chatbot

Hi there, this is a new ateez rp chatbot that i’m starting for these lovely boys, just a disclaimer this is all for fun and a good time, i’m not affiliated with them at all.

Now that’s out of the way let’s get on with the bot :)

For now I only have three slots open because I do have other rp’s on another account, so I don’t want to overwhelm myself.

Let’s meet the boys! I’ll be doing them as the sub’s, switches, and dom’s :)

Wooyoung and yeosang

These cuties are the two subs, both eager to please but definitely on the bratty side, they have their moments. Wooyoung being the more touchy and clingy one, while Yeosang is much more independent.

Hongjoong, Jongho, Mingi and Yunho

These four boys are the switches! They all have sub and dom sides to them, normally depending on their mood of partners preference, however if they are feeling either way, please do not force them to be something else, they will not like that. All of these boys are high energy and love to go out and do things.

San and Seonghwa

These two boys are the doms, they may look soft and sweet but don’t be fooled, they are hard and strict. They do have soft sides, big caretakers and want you to feel good.

To learn more about any of our boys just send them a dm! Here are some rules to follow when sending a Dm :)

(I don’t like to rp with people under 18, sorry but i’m 22 and it makes me uncomfortable.)

Like and reblog

Nsfw is only for 18+, if I find out you’re lying about your age you will be blocked and I will warn other bots

Please message me first after rule one, with the following info!

Your name, preferred pronoun’s, age, any nicknames you go by

Which boy would you like to chat with

Any plot idea you have in mind, if you don’t have one I can help think of one, just let me know what you like, fantasy, mafia, high school etc

Any triggers/hard no’s you may have

Kinks you’d like to include, i’m very open with kinks, my only limits are waste and piss play, hardcore violence and main character death

All my chats are literate, using “” to talk, and nothing around for actions, for an example: “Oh please don’t give me that crap…I know you ate the last cupcake I can still see frosting on your mouth!” San grumbled as he watched you try and tell him you hadn’t.

Admin does work, and has a life outside of bot’s, so if replies are slow there’s a reason, please be patient!

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glilboy

4 years ago

baby steps | b.c

synopsis: dating chan was great. he was patient with you, loved you endlessly, and din’t try to pressure you into anything you were uncomfortable with. he let you choose the pace you wanted to go with your physical side of your relationship, never getting frustrated with you no matter how heated your kissing got or how horny you had gotten him. but now, after many months into your relationship, you were starting to think you were ready to take things further with him: one baby step at a time.

step one: receiving

step two: giving

step three: mobile

step four: soft and sweet

step five: punishment

step six: longing

step seven: jealousy

final step: double the trouble

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glilboy

3 years ago

im extremely high and can only think about mingis body proportions and thighs

[ 03:07 PM ] | 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐣𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 3.6k

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jongho + female reader

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: fluff, smut. oral (m receiving) fellatio, deep throating (?)

𝐞𝐱𝐭: not proofread , way too much fluff to be considered filth , sorry not sorry , i love jongho

.˚ ₍🗒₎ ꒰ © 𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 ꒱

Click , click , click.

‘One more . . .’ Jongho thought to himself, one more button and he’ll finally be done. After six hours of continuous work he’ll finally have time to stretch and relax. His back slumped over his paper-filled desk, a half empty mug of now cold coffee stood by the edge, and his macbook situated right in between it all.

The young man navigated through the webpage, having already attached his perfected and proofread essay, in search of the blue rectangular submit button. He was more than ready to get over it at long last.

Click

He’s done. He did it, his final paper submitted and left to be graded (no doubt with above average scores). Now he can finally relax.

The brunet throws his arms up in the air, careful not to knock over the mug sitting idly beside him. He stretches his work-shy muscles and releases a loud groan. The bones of his neck snap and pop with every twist and turn he makes, and after a minute of his bone popping session he finally leans back on his chair all lax and worry free.

Jongho slouches lower onto his seat until his head rests at the backrest, staying in the said form for a solid 5 minutes with his eyes closed and tossing all the memories that involved his essay into the back burner. With his breath slowly getting calmer, the man contemplates taking a nap before cleaning up; but he absolutely hates the image of papers strewn everywhere across his desk and he’s pretty sure that mug of coffee will get knocked over one way or another if he doesn’t put it away right now.

With a heavy sigh that induces a high rise from his chest, the brunet sluggishly slides off his seat with intentions of gathering his notes and throwing them into a large manila envelope he found lying in one of his drawers. With the papers put away and his half empty mug in hand, he heads to the kitchen when the sudden memory of you comes into mind.

He recalls the last message you sent to him as he treks towards the sink, his sock clad feet padding on the tiled floors.

You: good morning love <3

You: i hope you slept well last night :>

You: actually no i hope you actually slept at all ):<

You: i know you’ve been busting your ass on that essay but make sure to sleep alright?

You: I Love You <33

Jongho hasn't had the chance to respond since he woke up this morning frazzled on his desk on top of his binders; the rings of his notebook had left red marks on his cheek from where he rested it for the 5 minute turned 2 hour ‘nap’ he decided to take in between his tasks. The deadline wasn’t in 2 days, but to be fair, Jongho doesn’t like chasing due dates.

After he briefly washes his mug, the young man unplugs his phone from the charger to move into his bedroom for his desired nap. A long sigh escapes Jongho’s plump lips when he finally has the chance to rest his entire body on his comfy bed, nice and soft, warm and fluffy bed. Sleep tugs at his eyelids but he fights the urge to fully succumb into slumber in favour of responding to your texts, which were sent around 3 hours ago.

Haribo: hey love, I’m finally done with the essay, yay~

Haribo: I didn’t exactly ‘sleep’ last night, I fell asleep for 2 hours and woke up panicked. But that’s over now, I’m gonna take a nap for about an hour. You can come over if you want, I kind of miss you or whatever.

Haribo: I Love You Too ❤️

You smile down at your phone, ‘or whatever’ you read off the last text you received. In true Jongho fashion, he never fails to hide(or try to, rather) his overwhelming love for you. It’s all in lightheartedness though, you’re well aware of your boyfriend’s personality and way of affection, it’s what makes him Jongho and why you love him so much.

You decide to give him time for his well deserved nap, giving you time to tidy up as well. Your morning wasn’t quite as productive as your lover’s, but you managed to get a couple things done before noon and that was enough for you to give yourself a pat on the back.

This morning you woke up and made yourself a cup of coffee, in the exact opposite way Jongho prefers his. Where Jongho prefers bitter and cold, you gravitate more towards sweet and warm. You shot your boyfriend a quick text and then remembered how the night before Jongho had to cut your facetime call short since he was working on an essay; and knowing him, you were a hundred percent sure he wouldn’t stop until he finishes it, even if it means getting zero sleep.

Seeing how you were left on ‘delivered’ for around three hours, you assumed two things: 1) he stayed up late and slept in to get a full 8 hours of sleep or 2) he was still up and running on last night’s mug of coffee as fuel and had his mind in hyperfocus. From his reply, you found out that it was the latter.

Sure you could have sent him a text to make sure he was sound asleep at the right time, but if you know Jongho then you’re well aware of his stubbornness. Also, he’s a grown man and he knows his limits, you don’t need to baby him in whatever he does, he’s perfectly capable on his own.

You decided to leave for Jongho’s apartment an hour after you got his texts, to give him enough time to recharge for a bit. With your phone and wallet tucked safely in your pockets you then headed off to your sleeping beauty. Usually it’d take around 15 minutes for you to get to his apartment by car, but today felt like a lovely day to take a walk; the sky was littered with little wisps of pristine white clouds and the wind was cool from the leftover cold in remembrance of the winter that just passed. At this rate, you’ll arrive at Jongho’s in about 40 minutes-- 45 if you choose to walk slower-- which means even more dream time for your boyfriend.

As you round the corner to Jongho’s apartment complex, a little boy rushes out of the convenience store to your left, the cold air of the air conditioner nipping at your skin and tempting you inside. You thought ‘why not?’ and opted to buy something for you to eat later. 5 minutes later, you’re out of the little shop with a white plastic bag hanging from your elbow.

You: im here love <3 ill just let myself in

You quickly send to Jongho (even though you know he’s asleep) before pulling out your copy of his keys and letting yourself in as quietly as you can. Slipping off your shoes, you tiptoe your way to the kitchen to gently put the bag of convenience store food on the counter and the cans of soda into his fridge.

With hands on your hips, you scan the current situation your lover’s living room was in. Overall it was somewhat tidy, save for a few papers that might have flown away and the occasional plastic covering peeking from underneath the sofa. So you took it upon yourself to clean up the little mess you saw just to get it off his back.

When you're done, you lounge on his couch for a while, scrolling through social media, seeing whatever the hell people rave on about these days. Oh, episode 7 of imitation is airing today? Huh I wonder what it’s about. Ooh it’s about idols and--

“Love?”

You hear Jongho’s familiar voice call out from his bedroom and you hurry on your feet to scurry down the hallway and into the arms of your boyfriend. You find him slouched over his blankets with his phone in hand, meaning he just read your text.

“Jongho!” you squeal and jump into his arms, something that Jongho has gotten used to, but in his fuzzy state of mind had startled him, prompting you to apologize with a small smile.

“Morning, love.” You coo and press a quick peck on his lips, to which your boyfriend responds with a throaty hum and his arms come to wrap around your shoulders to pull you on top of him as he goes to lie back.

“It’s literally 3 in the afternoon.” He retorts, eyes shut due to the remnant sleep still stuck on his eyelids from the 2 hour long nap he just woke up from. You snuggle into his hold and mutter ‘doesn’t matter’ into his neck, your breath tickling his skin and bringing out a soft giggle from his chest.

The two of you stay holding one another for a couple minutes, basking in each other’s presence and the soft glow Jongho emanates in his post nap condition. He smells soft and refreshing but toned down and earthy, in other words he smells like comfort. Like coming home and crawling into a well made bed ready for you to mess up. And paired with the fabric softener he douses his sheets in, the scent makes you want to cover yourself in it, if you could store it in a perfume bottle you would.

“Oh right!” You muse, hand settling on his chest and you push yourself up on your elbow to look down at your lover’s resting face.

“I bought something to eat from the mini mart downstairs.” Gently tugging Jongho’s muscular arms off your shoulders, you throw your legs off the bed and urge the said man to follow you out to the kitchen.

Jongho watches as you patter into the kitchen, placing a plastic bag with ‘Nyu Mart’ print on the front on his small dining table. Your hands dig into the plastic and you pull out three packages of those garlic sausages on a stick and set it on the surface, followed by a roll of cheese kimbap, two triangle kimbaps, and a packaged egg sandwich.

“Also I put two cans of cider in the fridge, I hope you don’t mind.”

Your lover chuckles and moves to place a kiss on your forehead, mumbling a grateful thank you against your skin.

As you expected, Jongho ended up eating half of your sausage and the other two, but you repay him by drinking half of his can of cider. Now, it has been about 30 minutes since you finished eating, and the two of you spent the time lounging on the couch in each other’s arms talking about anything and everything under the sun.

“How well do you think you did on your essay, love?” You ask, cheek pressed on your lover’s defined chest, calmly rising and falling as he breathes.

“Not bad, or at least I think it wasn’t bad. I just hope Prof. Kim thinks so too. That man is so hard to please, he acts like his standards are through the roof.” Jongho scoffs.

“Yeah right, not when his wife looks like that they aren’t.”

“Jongho!” You let out a surprised laugh and gently slap his chest, which was currently shaking as he laughed. Recalling the first time he saw the said man’s spouse, old and wrinkly smothered in the wrong cosmetics. But the worst thing about that woman was her attitude, he can’t even get into the nitty gritty of what he hates so much about her without feeling annoyance running through his veins. And now was not the time for that.

“It’s true though.”

When his laughter subsides a comforting silence settles over you two for a moment. Again, you pop that bubble by speaking up.

“Well I sure hope Mr. Kim likes your essay. You worked so hard on it.” You push yourself up to land a kiss on his jaw. Jongho hums and brings the hand previously wrapped around your waist up to pat your head.

You proceed to litter his skin with little butterfly pecks, gliding down to his neck because you know he likes it. After a particularly long kiss on the juncture of his neck, his breath hitches and the hand on your hair stutters, before his body goes lax again.

“Jongho,” you start, voice low and barely audible to anyone more than a one meter radius from you, “I’m so proud of you.”

Jongho hums, planting his hand on your lower back, dangerously close to the swell of your ass.

“You planning on giving me a reward or something, love?” He whispers, voice equally as quiet as yours, pulling away to look into your eyes. And his heart just melts at the amount of love, affection, and pride your irises held.

“Well, you deserve it.” Your lips come into contact with his in a soft innocent kiss. Head tilting to the side to push your faces closer, your lips perfectly slotting together like they were made for each other.

You pull back to swipe your

Knowing exactly what he meant behind his words, you nod and move to press a longing kiss on his lips. His soft plump lips that taste of Chilsung Cider makes you want to swipe your tongue against them and taste more of it. So you do, licking and nipping at Jongho’s bottom lip, you feel intoxicated by the flavour tinted on his lips despite being a non-alcohol beverage.

The sounds of your lips on one another floats around Jongho’s otherwise empty apartment, combined with the silent ticking of his clock and the birds chirping out his window just makes everything seem so domestic and his heart swells at the thought.

When you pull away, you find your lover’s large calloused hands underneath your shirt and caressing your waist and your own are fisting at his campus sweatshirt. Your legs tangled with one another and your lips both red, plush, and tender.

“Sit up properly, love.” You softly order, clambering to get off of your boyfriend and setting your knees on the floor before him.

꒰♡꒱

“Fuck.” Jongho groans, throwing his head back on the sofa, left hand gripping your hair and the other pushing his dark locks off his face. He looks down at you with your lips around his cock and mouth stuffed full of him, and he almost cums at the sight.

You pull your lips off of his member to take a deep breath and take this as a chance to properly praise the man you love. Giving the head of his cock a soft kiss, you make your way down to the base and press another gentle kiss there, continuing up his shaft until you reach the head once more. Your hands come up to wrap around him, meeting a little bit of an inconvenience due to his girth but you manage with your other hand. Jongho’s eyes squeeze shut in pleasure at the tight ring you’ve formed around his dick and moans when you start stroking him up and down; occasionally leaning in to let a dollop of your spit drip down onto his length and coat his hot skin.

Jongho’s voice echoes throughout the room, although he wasn’t the vocal type when it comes to sex, he can’t help but let a few noises slip out when he’s getting a bomb blowjob.

When your arms tire out you resort to your lips once more. Taking the head into your mouth, Jongho tenses and flexes his thighs, the warmth that enveloped the tip of his cock in contrast to the cool air that surrounded the rest of his length makes him shudder.

“Oh fuck, baby. Just like that.” He moans when you suck at his tip before lolling your tongue around the bulbous head of his cock, occasionally swiping at the slit to collect the beading precum which falls salty on your tongue.

You lick a long stripe from the base of his cock up to the tip, followed by a few pumps by your hand. Usually at this point you’d stop and have Jongho fuck your brains out, which is fine by him since he loves seeing you get fucked dumb and incoherent by him. But this time when he moves to pull you up on him, you relent.

He raises a brow when you softly shake your head, eyes meeting your own which stare up at him glazed in a dream like state. You shut your eyes and focus on the feeling of him on your palms; hot, heavy, and hard.

“Don’t move a muscle, love.” You whisper more to his cock than to him. “You’ve barely even slept. So let me do all the work today, okay?”

You finally open your eyes to meet his hooded ones, clouded with lust and dilated.

“Let me be your good girl?” you pull out Jongho’s favourite puppy eyes, paired with his favourite pet name to use on you.

At this, Jongho lets out an amused scoff, tilting his head back and tongue swiping along his teeth as he smirks in disbelief. You’re literally sat on your knees, hands cradling his aching red cock, looking up at him with such irresistible eyes and calling yourself that name. And you expect him to just sit there and not wreck you into his cushions at least?

“Please, love?” you beg one last time when your boyfriend doesn’t look back at you, eyes still glaring at the ecru paint on the wall. You press a small peck on the tip of his member which catches his attention immediately.

It’s when he bites his lip in what seems like annoyance (but you know it’s just him trying to hold himself back) and lets out a low uninterested sounding hum that you dive back into wrapping your lips around your lover’s dick.

Your eyes sparkle against the sunlight that pours into the room through Jongho’s windows and at this he swears you look absolutely gorgeous. Your mouth stuffed full with his cock and worshipping it like your life depended on it.

Your head bobs up and down along his shaft, making the man before you shudder out a sigh. Your lips were rimmed with a concoction of your spit and Jongho’s precum. The hands that were idly laying on your boyfriend’s muscular thighs slowly slid down to cup his balls and Jongho’s heart nearly jumped out his chest.

Something akin to a giggle bubbles out from your throat at his reaction, yet all that does is vibrate against the brunet’s cock and he groans.

“Fuck, babe.” He draws out the syllables, hands finding purchase in your hair. “Feels so fucking good, yeah?”

Your palms we busy fondling with his balls underneath as your throat repeatedly swallowed around him, at this rate Jongho knew he was fucked. It was always like this. Whenever he was pounding into you he could go on for hours on end. Edging you over and over, smacking the skin of your ass red, sometimes even ripping orgasm after orgasm from you without having to cum himself. His self control was remarkable, however when it comes to you giving him head? He could cum in just seconds. What can he say? You definitely knew how to work your tongue.

Rubbing against the underside of his cock as if you weren’t gurgling around his tip already. God he was so close to cumming, and it sure was obvious from the blush on the tip of his ears, the heavy breathing, and the sweat beading at the crease in between his eyebrows.

“Fuck. Stay still, babe.” he suddenly moans, fingers curling around locks of hair and ceasing your movement. He bucks up into your mouth and you take this as a sign to relax your throat, dropping your jaw even lower to accommodate the rest of his length.

And just like that he chases after his orgasm. Roughly thrusting into your awaiting mouth, staring deeply into your fucked out eyes, not that he was much better. His dark hair stuck onto his forehead and his cheeks were flushed pink, plump lips red and nearly bloody from almost biting them off.

Jongho’s moans constantly get louder and hoarser. “Fuck.” He would groan, slurring out the words into near incoherent phrases.

When his voice rises in pitch— just a touch (only noticeable to you)— that’s when his breath hitches and his hips finally stop plowing into your throat. Thick ropes of his cum spurts into you, coating the walls of your mouth and throat.

Jongho lets out a final groan before slipping out of your lips, cock now flaccid and balls emptied. He throws his head back to catch his breath before looking back down at you; lips smeared with spit and at the corner of your mouth peaks white beads of his cum and his cock almost twitches at the sight.

“Come here, love.” He pulls you up softly, cupping your face with utmost gentleness. You think he’s gonna kiss you, so you lean in, lips puckered and eyes shut.

“No, that’s gross.”

Your jaw drops in shock,

“Excuse me?” You try to say but your voice is hoarse and throat dry.

All your boyfriend does in response is chuckle before pressing a kiss onto your forehead and getting up, announcing that he would be getting you a glass of water.

After your throat is hydrated, you cross your arms and glare at your lover with a pout.

“Listen. I’m sorry for rejecting your kiss, but I was not about to make out with you while you had my cum on your tongue.”

“Some people think it's hot!” You argue.

At this, Jongho shakes his head with a smile.

“Maybe next time, love.”

do NOT plagiarize or translate any of my works & thank you for reading.

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