•ATEEZ x F!Reader
•Oneshots
• [R] Request
•📖Plot/Story
•[M]🔞Smut!! (Please dont read if you are under 18)
•[A]Angst
•[F]Fluff
•[S] Suggestive
• 💭Imagine
•English is not my native language 🥹 Please feel free to tell me if you find anything wei...
You have always been the proactive one in your relationship with Jongho. From confessing your feelings to initiating physical contact, it has always been you taking the lead. Jongho's shy and passive nature means that you are the one who must drive the relationship forward. But you don't mind; his attraction to you is irresistible, and you find joy in making him happy.
Tonight, as darkness falls and Jongho holds you close as you drift off to sleep, you feel a surge of desire that you can no longer ignore.
"Maybe...I can try to ask to have sex tonight...?"
His features are mesmerizing as you gaze at him, from his fluttering eyelashes to his tempting lips and down to his well-toned chest. The urge to be closer to him overwhelms you, and you decide to take a chance.
With a racing heart, you lean in and softly kiss his lips. Jongho's initial surprise quickly gives way to a gentle response as he strokes your head and asks if everything is alright. In this moment of vulnerability and intimacy, you realize the power of your connection and the depth of your feelings for each other.
You shake your head, a soft hum escaping your lips as you cup his face in your hands. Meeting his gaze once more, you muster the courage to speak.
"Jongho... I want..."
His expression shifts to one of confusion, his head tilting slightly in disbelief.
Before he can react, you bite your lip and lean in for another kiss, but he pulls back, gently catching your hand to stop you. Avoiding your gaze, he stammers, at a loss for words. The disappointment in your heart is palpable as you watch his reaction, your smile faltering.
"I... you..." he struggles to find the right words to refuse, and you sigh, forcing a smile.
"It's okay. I'm sorry."
The sadness in your voice is evident, and his avoidance feels like a deep wound to your heart.
Turning away, you try to hide your emotions, not wanting to face him. 'Maybe I was too forward,' you think, blaming yourself internally. The desire to disappear weighs heavily on you as you move forward, seeking solace under the covers, hoping sleep will offer an escape.
"Y/N?" His tentative voice calls out to you, but you remain silent. As he moves closer, contemplating embracing you, he pauses, his gaze fixed on your back.
