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YOU’RE DAMN RIGHT JONGHO IS A BEAST IN DISGUISE *inaudible screams*

i beg u do a jongho morning smut story oh my lord

Teddy 》 C. Jongho

𝑹𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅: 𝒀𝒆𝒔/𝑵𝒐

𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: Choi Jongho x Female Reader

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: swearing, perv!Jongho, masturbation, dry humping, oral (f receiving), dirty talk

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: bit of fluff, smut

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔: 3.9k

𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: No matter how long you have been living with Jongho, he still gets quite surprised at your boldness. Other than that, Jongho really likes living with you. Until recently, when he came back from the tour and an odd feeling appeared inside his stomach. Just the sight of you makes his stomach feel funny, sometimes even in the lower part. Your dirty jokes are starting to affect him, but he can't seem to find out what has changed.

𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆: Choi Jongho is a beast in disguise and nobody can prove me otherwise.

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Somehow, you had convinced yourself that if you went through the channels on the TV over and over, something interesting might appear. But the same shows and boring movies kept playing, resulting in an annoyed huff from you. It is way past midnight, and your roommate and best friend had just gotten back from the tour. He has found his comfy space in the armchair, while you occupied the sofa. The way he sat on it made your heart warm. Outside of the apartment, you were only used to seeing him in heavy dark clothes and with a serious look on his face.

You are helplessly laying on your stomach, head turned toward the TV in hopes of finding something interesting. Jongho didn't complain about you taking up his space. Instead, he dropped his bags to the side so he could properly greet you and place a kiss on your forehead. Currently, he sat with his legs over the armrest and the side of his body leaning against the backrest. His striped red socks were a contrast to his black hoodie and dark ripped jeans, and his toes would occasionally do a small wiggle after winning a match on his phone.

"And just what are you grinning so hard about?" Jongho asks, eyes not leaving the screen.

"Cute socks." You admit.

Your eyes don't miss the way his lips press into a thin line to avoid smiling. You also don't miss the tint on his cheeks, almost matching the socks. You wished you could hug him whenever you wanted. Jongho didn't like skinship before, but since you moved in, it had gotten worse. You weren't sure if it was because of all your unnecessary ass poking or because Wooyoung had gotten more bratty than usual. Jongho ran away from your spread arms, avoided your nicknames and acted unphased by your unintentional cute behaviour.

Truth is, Jongho has a soft spot for you. He loves to catch you smiling at him, pouting when something isn't going the way you've intended, struggling to open or fix something while you try to not disturb him. He loves to watch, but from a distance. He isn't sure if you've noticed, he hopes you didn't, but your presence makes him feel... weird.

It makes his stomach feel funny, and his cheeks and ears heat up. He tenses up when he smells your summer perfume, even when you put it on during the winter. He tenses up when your hands go near him in an attempt to hug him. He wishes he can be natural around you. He wishes he can let you hug him whenever your heart desires, even poke his ass if necessary. After all, he did work for that ass.

The boy's eyes carefully followed the ball on the screen, so close to reaching his goal, when a noise made his eyes widen.

"Ah, fuck," you cussed from the sofa. His eyes landed on your figure, now standing up straight and fidgeting with the remote. "Fucking shit, shut it down!"

Then, his eyes met the big screen. He wishes he didn't look. His breath stopped in his throat, and his stomach felt fuzzy again. This time a bit lower than usual. The scene unfolding wasn't something Jongho hadn't seen, but seeing it in your presence made his head so heated that he thought he might explode. The batteries of the remote were already at the verge of their life before Jongho left, which is why the remote isn't obeying you tonight.

Wet noises and fake moans shamelessly traveled to your ears, each louder and more uncomfortable for Jongho.

"Jongho, it's not working!" You whine, rushing over to the TV to find the shutting down button.

Too caught off guard to even blink, Jongho only managed to let out the breath he was holding. He gulped a bit louder than he intended, then watched your figure bend over to reach the button. And there it was, the fuzzy feeling again. A click was heard, and the room fell dark. Except the light from Jongho's phone perfectly illuminating his flushed face.

You let out a stressed huff, then finally turn around to face him.

"Great. Now I'm horny."

You being straightforward wasn't anything new to him. Still, you always managed to catch him off guard. Whether you said it as a joke or not, a small piece of Jongho's brain caught that sentence and made sure to remind him later.

"Jjong?" You called.

"Yeah?"

"Do you think a dick can feel that good?"

Jongho had a shock after a shock. Letting you stay as his roommate was surely going to end him one day.

"Nevermind. I'll stick to my pillow and that teddy you bought me. Good night, love!"

And with a kiss on top of his head and a hair ruffle, you disappeared inside your room. His phone turned off from lack of activity, leaving him in the dark alone with his thoughts. He could hear his own heart pound. You treat self pleasuring as a normal conversation around him, once even apologising if you were too loud the previous night. Jongho would only laugh it off. But now, Jongho can't stop thinking about what you said. Did you really use his present to...?

Deciding to call it a night, the boy picked up his bags, checked if everything is off or locked, then entered his own room. The gap under your door was a bright purple and blue, meaning that you had turned on your colourful lamp and you are probably choosing your outfit for your planned breakfast tomorrow. He remembers that you told him the colours make you feel sexy.

Jongho decides for a quick shower, which always helps him get rid of the funny feeling at the bottom of his stomach. His clothes are thrown in the washing basket, and he takes a moment to stand in front of the mirror. He had gotten bigger in his muscles. Even he sees the difference. Perhaps he should wear something a bit tighter tomorrow, just to fish for a few compliments from you. Jongho then discards his underwear too, then hops into the shower.

He shivers at the cold liquid falling down his back, then down his chest. He groans in relief. As weird as it sounds, it felt weird to have a calm shower without Wooyoung or San barging in with an excuse to brush their teeth. In reality, they all love to tease their youngest one in all ways they can.

The idea of a calm shower stops once Jongho's ears pick up something through the noise of the water falling. It is a gasp, then a moan. A soft moan coming from the opposite door in the bathroom, the one leading into your room. Jongho shut the water down, then gently opened the glass door to make sure he heard correctly. He hears shuffling, buzzing, then another moan. His mouth parts, and eyes fall down to his crotch. His cock is proudly sticking up, amused by the noises more than Jongho's brain.

Jongho's brain is working against him. You must be doing this on purpose. You aren't really pleasuring yourself. Surely, you heard the water run. Why would you do something so risky? But then again, Jongho underestimates you. Often times something that is horrific to him is normal to you.

His hand grips his cock for the first time in so long. He simply didn't have a right place, time or energy to do so. He gives it a slow pump, and his head is already falling back against the tiles. Your moans are muffled, probably from burying your head into your pillow, but your shuffling is faster and harder with each second that passes. The bed is creaking, and Jongho finds himself getting horny from the thought of you riding something he gave you. And that's when it clicks.

He can be horny, yes. But this doesn't feel the same. It feels more powerful. Every time he thinks of you, he has a desire to have you. He just wasn't aware yet. He wants you, but is afraid that he might ruin it. No, Jongho doesn't want you. He needs you. As soon as possible.

"Jongho—"

Jongho chokes on his own spit. His eyes widen, and his legs carry him outside of the shower. His ear is pressed against the wooden door in hopes to hear that again. The bathroom is almost flooded, but the boy couldn't seem to care.

"Jjong—" you breathe out, "ah—".

And just like that, he finds himself thrusting into his own hand in hopes to reach his orgasm. The nickname you had given him was adorable to him, but now, he will remember this night whenever you call him that. And he doesn't mind.

"Can I cum? Pretty please?"

You were... begging him? Begging to cum? Him? Jongho breathed out. His eyes rolled back as your soft gasps continued. You were close, and so was he. His breathing became shallow, and his pace messy.

"Fuck— please? I was so good while you were gone—" It almost sounded like you bloody knew. But how could you know? It sounded so needy, Jongho was sure that it was just your need to finish speaking. "So, so good. Please, please, please—"

"Cum for me," he whispered, caught up in the feeling of ecstasy.

And just like that, as if you heard him, a series of moans and gasps left your mouth. Jongho felt warm liquid pour over himself, and his body fell into a hole of pure pleasure. He saw white before his eyes.  But in the middle of that, he saw you. He saw your face between his legs, his seed painting your cheeks as you stuck out your tongue to catch some of it. Jongho wasn't innocent, but he never allowed himself to go too far. He was impatient.

"I wish you knew how fucking hot you are, Choi Jongho."

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Jongho was in deep sleep when he felt something heavy on top of him. It felt too early for his own liking. He opened one eye, scanning around the room for any signs of already being morning. The sunrays fighting their way through the blinds made him groan. His attention then fell on the figure on him. You laid on top of his chest, just like a few times before he left for the tour. You had become much lighter, or maybe he became stronger. Your hands rested on his chest, thumbs innocently rubbing circles into his skin over the t-shirt.

His arms carefully placed themselves on your upper back, as if testing if you'll rip them off if they touch you. Jongho was in the middle of enjoying the steady breathing and calm atmosphere, when you decided to abruptly sit up with a wide smile.

"Morning!"

Jongho smiled as a greeting. He adored your enthusiasm and wished he had some of it.

"Slept well?"

"I did."

"Good. I need you to be smiley and ready for all the pictures I'll be taking today."

Jongho hummed as a response. His voice was still too raspy to speak, so he relied on hums and nods. You went on about all the food you wanted to try, and all the stories you heard about the new café which offers chocolate cake with an espresso. He smiled fondly at you, loving the way your voice sounded at any time of the day. Then, something got you in a very excited mood, because you started shuffling and jumping on top of him. The skirt you wore did nothing to help his self control.

"Stop moving," Jongho warned, a smile still present on his lips.

You listened, but after remembering another detail, the shuffling started again. The creaking of his own bed sounded similar to the one last night, and watching your hips move like that, he felt his mouth go dry.

You're in fucking deep.

"Idiot," he warned again.

"But Jongho, how can you not be excited about cotton candy cloud raining in your coffee?"

"I don't know. I prefer my coffee in a mug. Drinkable."

"But this is drinkable too!" Hip roll.

"Stop that."

"You didn't even listen. How about that macaron shop?" Hip roll.

"Stop that."

"No macarons either? If you want scrambled eggs might as well stay—" Hip roll.

You gasp in the middle of the sentence. His hands are on your waist, fingers digging into it to keep your body still. You never felt his hands on you in such way. They were huge and warmed up your skin from the cold morning just right.

"I mean— Did you want— Uh—" You never stutter around him. The way his eyes pierced into yours has you a stuttering and embarrassing mess. Jongho's tongue peeks out enough to wet his dry lips. You gulp. "I uh—"

Jongho removed one of his legs from the space between yours. Now you hovered above him. You forgot one thing about him, and it was how good he looked in the morning. You even told him once, resulting in a flustered Jongho and not seeing him almost two days.

"You look so fucked out in the morning. Hot."

And he is hot. Shallow breathing, messy hair sticking to the sweat on his forehead, half closed eyes, and the hottest of all, the veins on his arms in the morning. Jongho has a habit of suddenly sweating and getting hot right before morning, which means all of his blankets and additional clothing eventually end up on the floor, and you get to enjoy the view of him in boxers and short sleeved t-shirt only. It's enough to make your stomach fuzzy and your thoughts sinful.

"Sit," he orders.

Never in your life did you so quickly obey to someone. You sat on top of his thigh, your hands resting on his lower stomach for support. He lets out a low sigh when you press into in unintentionally, then strengthens the grip on your waist.

"I told you not to move," he says, voice low and raspy, "and you still did. Now—"

His thigh flexes underneath you. A gasp leaves your mouth from surprise and the sudden pang of pleasure. "Jjong—"

"—you're going to move."

And just like that, the boldness left your body. You were at his mercy now, all weak and ready to do whatever he wanted you to. One glance at him and you knew he had a lot on his mind. Your hips start moving, slowly but forcefully. Jongho's eyes carefully examined your body language. You were already falling apart on top of him, and he wasn't doing anything. Yet.

His hands started moving your hips faster, and his thigh occasionally flexed just to hear those delicious gasps from your lips. You were not moaning yet, which didn't satisfy Jongho. He made it his mission to make you say all those things from last night right in his face. How good you were for him, how you want to cum with his permission, and how absolutely perfect his name sounds from your fucked out figure.

"Skirt up," he whispers.

Your hand reaches towards the front of it, then lifts the material up. You can't see well from your position, but by the way Jongho let out a small, almost unnoticeable hum, you figured the sight was surely something. You lowered yourself more into his firm leg, your clit deliciously rubbing against the warm skin of it.

"Your panties are drenched," he notices, a slight smirk on his lips, "or did you cum already and are aiming for the second one?"

Shaking your head is the only thing you can do. You feel your orgasm in the distance, and you don't want to distract yourself and lose it.

But then, Jongho stops your body from moving. You look at him in disbelief. All of this is slowly proving you that Jongho is exactly what you thought he was: rule giver, watcher, silent enjoyer and in need for controlling. You always imagined Jongho to be the merciless dominant, which you wanted to get a taste of so bad. But now that you're here, and just at the beginning, you realise how difficult it will be.

You feel his fingers on your inner thigh. He slowly drags them up to your wet folds, his thumb giving your clit a few gentle rubs before moving the panties aside.

"Ah, fuck." He sighs.

The glistening wet folds before him were so inviting, but Jongho had time. He had all day. He knows damn well you aren't leaving this bed any time soon.

Unable to wait any longer, you start moving again. The feeling of your exposed and sensitive clit rubbing against his skin felt heavenly. Your arousal left a trail on his leg, but Jongho didn't seem to mind. It made your moves smoother and more pleasing for you. Jongho noticed that you enjoy slow but intense moves a lot. The way your eyes flutter every time you move your hips forward makes the bottom of his stomach feel fuzzy. As if it didn't already feel enough.

His hands leave your waist, allowing you to pick your own pace and use him the way you needed. He laid back, eyes fixed on the way your brows furrowed and teeth bit the bottom lip. His thigh flexed again and again, every time you rolled your hips forward.

"Do I make a good enough pillow for my needy roommate?"

The words caught you off guard and you slipped a bit forward, your leg accidentally brushing the spot between his legs. He smirks at your surprised reaction. The way his voice changed from suppressed and unsure to confident and teasing drove you crazy.

"You fucking my thigh the way you fucked that teddy bear last night?"

The first moan escapes your lips. The thought of him listening to you last night made your knees weak. Now, you didn't hold back. Loud and breathy moans filled the room, along with the creaking of his bed.

"You imagined it was me, didn't you?"

Your body dropped on top of him, hips still mercilessly working on top of him as he spoke. You held onto the pillow behind his head for dear life. It's been so long since you felt pleasure this intense. You wanted it to last as long as possible.

"I did," you admit.

"How long?"

"Since you gave it to me." You whisper, knowing exactly what he means.

As moments pass, your body grows tired. Your orgasm doesn't intend on showing up any time soon. It is time to do what you usually do behind closed doors and alone only.

"Please," you beg.

And it's enough for Jongho. He switches the positions, quickly spreading your legs and pressing his knee against you. The way he looks at you from above is a sight you wish to preserve. His hair is all fluffy with slight waves in them, his eyes are half closed and his mouth is slightly open. His hands are on your inner thighs, keeping your legs spread so he can do his work in peace. He removes his knee, just to replace it with his tongue over your panties.

"Jjong—" You moan, just like last night, only louder.

His teeth pull your panties aside, and his tongue finds its place right on your clit. He is moving it up and down, his eyes fixed on your face. He experiments, moving his tongue in circles, sucking at your bud, biting it, and whatnot, until he realises he has you falling apart with almost anything he does. So he settles for sucking and kitten licks. He swears you taste and smell like watermelon, which only gives him one more motive to keep going.

You look down at him, and just when you thought he couldn't get any hotter and you couldn't get hornier, you see his dark eyes looking up at you from your pussy. He flattens his tongue to cover more area, and you try to close your legs in an attempt to stop. You already felt overstimulated, even though you didn't finish yet.

Jongho stop for a moment, just to deliver a sentence that absolutely destroys you:

"Can your teddy bear do this?"

At that moment, you think nobody but him can do this. Your hips roll up into his mouth, as if silently asking for more. Jongho takes the message. His fingers spread your lips apart, so that the attention can fully be on your sensitive bud.

"Fuck—" You moan, hand dropping down to grip onto his hair.

"Look at me," he mumbles, then goes back to his task as soon as you do.

You watch him eat you, and you watch him enjoy it. His fingers delicately spread your lips, while his other hand is pressing your thigh into the mattress to give him more space. Who would've thought that Jongho eats pussy for his own pleasure?

His lips close around you clit, gently tugging it and sucking. You are at the verge, right there. You do not want it to end, but you need to orgasm as soon as possible.

"Please, please, please—"

And this time, Jongho can say it to your face.

"Cum for me."

And a few moments after, you do. Multiple wave of pleasure splash your body, each stronger than the other. Your body is trembling, yet he doesn't stop his tongue movements. He deliciously licks every single drop of your arousal, humming along the way and admiring the work he did. You have a tough time catching your breath.

More than that, you have a tough time trying to connect that this Jongho is the same Jongho who got flustered at a porn movie last night.

He pulls your panties up, still drenched with your cum and his saliva, and pressed a kiss on your lower stomach. He pulls your skirt down, flattens your shirt, then gets off the bed. He might just get used to you spread on the bed, all fucked and breathless, even though he didn't really fuck you.

"Don't fire the bear now because of me. You might still need it when I'm away."