Ateez oneshots and imagines *M*

Laundry *smut* // P.SH x fem.reader x C.JH

a/n

This smut is actually part of a longer story that I haven't published (yet?). 

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Y/N was doing laundry, and she came into the living room with a basket full of clean towels to fold. She sat on the floor and started folding when she noticed the way Jongho looked at her. She tilted her head with a smile.

«Babe?» he said, smiling back at her.

«Yes, my love?»

«Seonghwa here says he would love some time with you, but he seems to think he won't be able to enjoy it if I'm around.»

«Oh,» she blushed, but she put down the towel she had in her hands. She bit her lip and glanced over at the older of the two men. «What if I distract him so that he doesn't really have time to worry about things like that?»

«That's exactly what I was thinking,» Jongho smiled, biting his finger as he looked at her.

She crawled on all four over to him and leaned on his thighs to get a kiss. It was a deep, hot kiss that made them both warm.

«May I, then?» she said.

«Go ahead.»

«But do you want me to do it?»

«Yes.»

«Because it's really hot if you tell me to do it, not just allow me.»

«Oh!» Jongho smiled widely. They kept learning about each other's phantasies still and it was so much fun. «In that case, my love...» He leaned forward and kissed her deeply. «I want you to help my hyung relax and forget about his worries for a little while, and please him. Right now.»

«Yes, JoJo.»

«No, baby, when we're playing like this I want you to call me Daddy.»

She visibly shuddered at the command.

«Yes, daddy,» she said, biting her lip. She then crawled over towards Seonghwa on the other end of the sofa, still on all four on the floor. «Am I allowed to touch you?» she asked, looking up at him.

«Yes, honey, if you want to you're allowed.»

«I want to,» she smiled and leaned up towards him. «Is this okay too?»

He nodded and she pulled back just a little.

«I need to hear you say it, Seonghwa.»

«You may do whatever you want to me, beautiful Y/N.»

«Thank you,» she giggled and closed the gap between them, kissing him. It started gently, but she soon let her tongue run over his bottom lip. He quickly took charge of the kiss, putting one hand behind her neck and a tiny moan escaped her when his tongue went to discover the cavern of her mouth.

They were both out of breath when they finally parted. Y/N focused on opening Seonghwa's pants, and he kept touching her face and her hair. He lifted himself up when she wanted him to, and she pulled both his pants and his underwear down in one swift motion. Then she had him open his shirt to reveal his toned chest.

«Fuck,» she whispered when she felt his abs under her hands.

«Language, baby,» Jongho said.

«I'm sorry, Daddy,» she said, looking at him. «Please, come sit here.» She patted the sofa next to Seonghwa.

«I don't think that's going to make Seonghwa more comfortable, baby.»

«Please, Daddy! Please!»

He chuckled at how she pouted, and he did indeed come over and sat next to Seonghwa. Seonghwa didn't even seem to notice, honestly. His focus was on the girl kneeling between his legs. Jongho got a pillow for her knees, and then she finally looked. Her eyes sparkled as her hand found the base of Seonghwa's cock and squeezed it. She pushed him to lean back and he gave her full access.

Her hand moved slowly up and down his length as she kissed his chest, his abs, the inside of his thighs... He was hard even before she started, but now it was becoming painful.

She looked up into his eyes as she let her tongue find the tip of his cock. As she was tasting his precum she smiled. Then she dove down and started an insane experience. Seonghwa had never felt anything like it. He didn't even notice that Jongho too had his cock out and that she had one hand on him occasionally.

«I-I'm close,» he soon stuttered, and she hummed around him, quickly pulling him over the edge. She hollowed her cheeks and made sure to swallow every drop he gave her. She kept sucking to make sure there was nothing left before letting go of him.

She moved to her right, taking Jongho in her mouth. He was already so far gone that it didn't take her long to make him cum too. She looked up at him through her lashes as he spurted down her throat. Her eyes rolled back, she loved the sounds he was making.

As she sat back she wiped her mouth with the sleeve of her sweater, smiling a very happy, teasing smile at the both of them. When Seonghwa put a hand on her cheek, she leaned into his touch.

«How did I do? Did you forget?»

«About what?»

Y/N giggled and kissed him gently.

«Baby,» Jongho said. «You seem to think we're done.»

«We are. You are both satisfied, and I have laundry to fold.»

«Nope.»

Within seconds Y/N was draped over Jongho's shoulder, squealing and laughing.

«Baby!» she whined.

Jongho pretended not to hear her. «Hyung, are you coming?» he just said, looking at Seonghwa for a moment. Y/N held her hand out towards him, and Seonghwa didn't hesitate long.