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Welcome Aboard The 0325

Pairing: Pirate! Kim Hongjoong x Pirate! M! Reader (Featuring Ateez and Stray Kids)

Genre: Nsfw, Implied Enemies to lovers (MDNI!!)

Warnings: Piracy, Lots of bad language, Threats of murder, Swords and guns, Hidden weapons, Alcohol consumption, Obligatory WooSan, SeonghwaxMinho being a thing…, Sight personality divergence in Skz, Readers personality is… a mess :], Violence, Blood mentions, Vomit mentions, Hongjoongs a bit of a push over, A group of dudes gang up on Hongjoong n try to take him home? Bc they think he’s a girl?, Hongjoongs a bit fuckin stupid in this. NSFW WARNINGS:: Sub!Hongjoong, Hair pulling, Facefucking, Blowjobs, Rough sex, Bondage (Fabric used to tie wrists), Spanking, Marking, Manhandling, Cockstepping, Uhhhh kinky violence? but also not kinky violence. it’s just violence during sex but hongjoong is okay with it :], Name calling, Dumbification?, Dacryphillia implied (Tears r there for sure), Unprotected sex (Tbf expected), No written aftercare but I wanna say does happen bc no aftercare makes me sad :]

Word Count: 13,788

This fic obviously doesn’t represent ateez or stray kids as they are in real life! This is a work of fiction and not to be taken seriously :]

Feedback is appreciated but Reblogs even more so! Questions are also very welcome!

If I miss any warnings please let me know!!! It’s of upmost importance to me that i let everyone know what content is in this so no one is triggered.

I also apologise if the ending feels rushed for some! This fic got super long when i didn’t even mean it to :[

Tag list: @fireheaurt , @jojayke , @chrswolfie , @brownieracha , @ashia4

It’s not in a pirate's nature to work with other pirates.

This is the main sentiment that Hongjoong instilled into his crew from the moment they all joined him. He was adamant that, for as strong as his crew was, they would never need to or want to work with another crew. Funny how these things turn out, right?

After a fierce battle in the Caribbean sea against a rival crew, Hongjoong’s ship ‘The Aurora’ found herself with a sizeable hole in the side of her hull. Now, with his ship beached and unable to go anywhere or be fixed for the time being due to lack of resources, he had no choice but to ask for help. Hongjoong had sent out a message to the nearest ship, not knowing who would receive it, hoping and praying that he and his crew wouldn’t end up any worse than they already were.

A week had passed on the island that they had been stranded on, with nothing to show for it. The crew of the Aurora fared well, though; they were still able to sleep and cook on the ship, anyone with lost quarters now sharing with those who hadn’t. On day eight, a voice called out from the crow's nest “A ship! I see a ship on the horizon!” The joyful yell called down to the crew that sat on the deck below, “Someone get the Captain!” Everyone sprung into action in order to find their Captain who came out of his quarters at the urgent knocks on his door.

“Yunho! The flag, can you see it?” Hongjoong called up to the crow's nest, his voice booming across the quiet deck.

“Barely! But I can make out parts of it” Yunho called back, his telescope moving about to get a better look, “I can make out the three letters on their flag? It’s just an S, K and Z, Captain!”

Murmurs of confusion rang around the deck, hushing at the raise of their Captain's hand. Hongjoong knew exactly who it was. He had no grievances with the crew of the 0325 despite not knowing them well, but you? By the gods, you drove him insane. From the one encounter that he had shared with you in a tavern, he knew you held a similar amount of power as him. But compared to him, you were far more mischievous despite being two years his elder. He couldn’t stand the way you threw playful jeers at him and mocked the state of his drunken crew that night. Hate was a strong word for how he felt about you but nothing could knock away the twisting of his stomach when your eyes scanned his face that night.

“Seonghwa, San, Mingi!” He called out, knowing they weren’t too far behind him, “Prepare to disembark. We have negotiations to make.”

That’s how Hongjoong found himself face to face with you on the stark white beaches of this desolate island, cane at his side despite how it sunk further and further into the sand every time he moved it.

“My, my, Hongjoong!” You grinned, clapping your hands together in glee. “When I got your message I knew you needed help. But I didn’t think it would be this bad.”

In all honesty, you were lying. You had been the only one to read his message that held a detailed description of the damages done to his ship, but the thought of annoying him even the smallest amount was far too appealing in this moment. Your crew had been confused as to why you wanted to help but all voted to help nonetheless once they saw the mischievous glint in your eye. To your sides stood two shorter males, one of broad stature and the other slightly slimmer, but no less intimidating with the way his cat-like gaze scanned the three opposite him.

“Cut the shit, Y/N. You know why both of us are here; are we going to negotiate the agreement we’re coming to or what?” Hongjoong gritted out, his teeth grinding as he gripped his cane harder.

“Temper, Hongjoong. Having one will get you nowhere with me.” The grin never left your face, but no one missed the way that your eyes hardened when locking with the other Captains, “But please do step aboard and I’ll be happy to discuss this with you. Though- Your dear navigator, quartermaster and weapons master will have to stay here. My crew aren’t expecting other guests right now.”

“How can I expect you not to pull anything if you have your entire crew and I have no one?” Hongjoong questioned, face unamused and his eyebrow quirked.

You let out a low hum in response. “I suppose that’s fair, but you have my word. Chan and Minho will stay here to keep your crew company. The rest of my crew is busy so no need to worry about them.”

“Loose words from a Captain, Y/n.”

“You have my word Hongjoong. Captain’s and pirate’s honour.”

“I suppose that will do.” Hongjoong sighed.

Turning back to the three behind him, he made sure to give them a look that read, ‘Do not let anything happen while I’m away, and be on your guard’ before turning back and nodding to you. The walk aboard your ship was in silence, which gave the shorter Captain time to observe the vessel he was now on. It was spotless, not a speck of mess on the deck; the roping was bundled up and out the way much like your crew it seemed. Where were they? And why did it matter if they knew you had guests aboard?

“Some of my crew are sensitive to guests. Due to… previous transgressions with past guests.” You spoke up as if reading his mind, opening the door to your quarters. Your quarters were just as tidy as the rest of the ship, the only mess being the maps spread across your desk. Hongjoong noted messy notes that sat on top of them, not surprised to see a rough sketch of how to get to the island they were currently on. The shelves behind your desk were overflowing, there were so many books, some in languages Hongjoong couldn’t read and some handwritten. Next to the shelves were some plants. How you kept them alive while being at sea most of the time Hongjoong would never know but he was impressed nonetheless - they looked to be thriving based on the multitude of new and old plants that scattered the room. Towards the corner of the room was a hammock, not an uncommon sight aboard ships given the constant rocking. What stood out to him was how new it looked. Either you had recently got a new one or you weren’t much for sleeping like himself.

“Surprisingly clean quarters you have here.” Hongjoong murmured out.

“Were you expecting them to be messier?” You replied from your place across the room with an amused tone, “Minho likes things clean, my quarters are no exception to his cleanliness. Oh, please do take a seat.”

With a nod, Hongjoong sat himself at one of the chairs in front of your desk, pleasantly surprised at how comfortable they were.

“Listen, I’d like to get this over and done with as soon as possible. My crew is waiting on me after all.” He said, resting his cane against the desk in front of him. He watched as you removed your long coat and draped it over the back of the chair before sitting down with a nod.

“I agree that it would be nice to get this over and done with but it’s not like you and your crew are going anywhere any time soon. Right, Captain?” Hongjoong couldn’t help but scowl at your words and before he could speak up you continued, “I’ll cut to the chase. My crew and ship don’t have the resources to help fix the Aurora either. That’s why I’m offering to take you to the nearest market city to get what you need and get back.”

“If you didn’t have the resources, why come at all?”

“Would you rather it was one of your enemies that got the message and came to massacre your crew?” You questioned with a quirk of an eyebrow, leaning forwards to rest your chin on clasped hands. “We’ll head to Maglen, they have plenty of carpenters who should have spare wood for your Aurora. The journey should take three weeks total, should there be no storms along the way. I can’t have your entire crew aboard my ship due to limited space but you’re welcome to bring the main crew you seem to have. They’ll all have their own rooms but they’re welcome to share if it makes them feel safer. Any questions?”

You had managed to cover most bases with ease but something sat in the pit of Hongjoong’s stomach, an unease for the safety of his crew. “I know nothing about your crew; how can you ensure the safety of mine?”

“Despite any rumours of my crew, I can assure you that they won’t harm yours while they are aboard my ship. Should your crew step out of line, they’re free to deal with the issue how they see fit. If my crew step out of line, I will deal with it personally.” You sighed out, “I’ll make it clear now that I expect your crew to be on their best behaviour while aboard. That goes for you as well.”

“That hardly seems fair that your crew would get to punish my own-“ Hongjoong spoke, his mouth set in a hard line.

“Oh don’t get me wrong, it’s merely a precaution,” You grinned back. “Your crew is free to retaliate however they’d like. But know that if it is out of pettiness, the punishments will be given by myself.”

Hongjoong did not enjoy the implications of your words but it was clear you weren’t going to budge, not while you could dangle the chance of his ship getting back out to sea over his head. His eyes made contact with yours, the grin on your face betraying the steel that was in your eyes. “Fine. Consider it a done deal.” He grumbled, “I’ll let my crew know and we’ll meet you at the gangway just before sunset.” He watched as you leaned back in your seat, legs crossing as a more-than-pleased smile met your lips.

“Pleasure to do negotiations with you Hongjoong. I’ll show you out.”

Once he was back aboard his own ship, Hongjoong couldn’t help but let out a frustrated groan. Everyone watched their Captain practically throw his hat and coat atop the nearest barrel, breath held as they waited for him to speak.

“Listen up!” He called out. “The main crew and I will have to take a trip to Maglen with the crew of the 0325. There are enough resources to keep you all alive and functioning for the three weeks that we’re going to be away so I expect there to be no issues when we get back!” Murmurs filled the deck; with the entire main crew away, what were the rest going to do if there was an attack? If someone got hurt?

“Captain, we didn't even vote on this!” Someone spoke up from the crowd.

“I’m well aware of that but we have no choice-“ The Captain responded, lips twisting as he remembered how pleased you seemed at his agreement to travel with your crew. “It’s either this or we’re permanently stuck here. You’re all trained in how to do things without us and there are enough supplies for all of you so, if everything goes to plan, we’ll be back at sea in four weeks.”

As he had said, Hongjoong met you and your crew just as the skies had started to turn burnt due to the setting sun. The eight of his crew lined up side by side to meet the nine of your crew

“Glad to see you could join us Hongjoong.” You said, the smile on your face not quite meeting your eyes.

“Stop dragging this out, Y/n,” Hongjoong replied, rolling his eyes. “Let’s get this over with.”

“Very well then- It’s my pleasure to welcome you aboard the 0325. I’m the Captain of the 0325 and this is my quartermaster, Chan.” You greeted, hands gesturing to the male at your right and then back to the ship behind you. “Treat her with the respect you’d give your dear Aurora and I’m sure we’ll have no problems.”

“What kind of name is 0325 for a ship?” a voice scoffed with disbelief, “Sounds more like a sla-“ Click- The two groups fell into silence at the familiar sound of a pistol being cocked, trigger ready in a moment's notice.

You couldn’t help but sigh, a small smirk drifting to your lips as you turned and set off up the gangway and towards the helm.

“Stand down, Changbin.” You paused, turning to face the crew of the Aurora once more but with a scowl; any sense of amicability thrown overboard. “I’ll remind you again that I would recommend keeping your crew in line while aboard my ship, Hongjoong. I won’t take action against them unless needed- But I’m sure some of my crew would be more than happy to see it that the troublemakers here don’t get to see your Aurora again.”

Hongjoong couldn’t help but let out a low growl at your words. Who did you think you were to threaten his crew? However, he knew he had to tread carefully with his words; saying the wrong thing would not end well for either side. “It’s Captain Hongjoong to you.”

“My apologies, Captain.“ You grinned, voice lilting, knowing you had the upper hand, “Chan will show you where your quarters are. I do hope you can make yourselves useful while you’re here~” With that, you disappeared off to the helm; this left your crew alone with Hoongjoongs crew. The silence was suffocating, no one willing to speak up and break the tension between the two groups.

“Well, as Captain Y/n said, my name is Chan and I’m the quartermaster here. I’ll introduce the rest and then we can get on our way.“ Chan finally spoke, “The one who, oh so kindly raised a gun to you all is Changbin. He’s our weapons master. Next to him are our rigging monkeys, Jisung and Jeongin. You’ll find them on the ropes most of the time and Jisung more so in the crow's nest. On the end there is Seungmin, our gunner mate; he works with Changbin on the cannons when they need to be used and is mostly in charge of keeping them in a battle-ready condition. To my left is Minho, our navigator-“

“Stay out of my way and don’t touch my maps and we’ll have no problems.“ Minho cut in, his cat-like gaze grazing across the crew in front of him.

Chan couldn’t help the sigh that escaped his lips “Anyways…” He began again with a shake of his head at the attitude of his crewmate. “Next to Minho is our medic, Hyunjin, and our chef, Felix. Captain has asked me to inform you all that you’ll all still be working the same positions as you did aboard the Aurora, just so that we can keep this journey as streamlined as possible. Now if you’ll all follow me, I’ll take you to your rooms.”

“Surely we should introduce ourselves too?” Yunho spoke up

“Oh, there’s no need!” Felix chirped from where he stood, his hands deftly adjusting the apron around his hips, “We already know who you all are.”

“That’s not suspicious at all…” Wooyoung mumbled. The two crews fell into silence once more as they followed Chan aboard the ship and down into where the quarters were, the crew of the Aurora now alone with the quartermaster as the others went back to their work.

“Here’s where you all will be staying. It’s not much compared to the Aurora, I’m sure.” Chan grimaced as he turned back to the crew behind him, gesturing to the eight doors behind him. “You’re welcome to double up or be on your own, it’s all up to you. I’ll leave you to get settled. Dinner will be in a few hours, you’ll hear the bell when it's ready. We hope you’ll join us, Felix is an amazing cook.” With a small smile and nod of his head, the crew of the Aurora watched as Chan headed back up the deck, no doubt to your side at the helm.

They all piled into one of the small rooms, taking seats in any place they could. “I don’t like this Hongjoong.“ Wooyoung spoke up from his spot on the floor, “This feels all too suspicious for my liking.” The rest let out murmurs of agreement at the cook's words.

“I know. I don’t like it either but if we want to get back to sea we have to do this.” Hongjoong grumbled.

“What did Captain Y/n even say to you to get you to agree without letting us vote anyways?” Seonghwa questioned, his eyes showing concern for the predicament they had found themselves in. “And how do they all know who we are but we didn’t know who they were?”

“Seonghwa, I wish I knew. I really do. But we’re just going to have to deal with this the best we can-“ Stress was visible on the Captain's features as his hand gripped at his cane, “actually- I think I have an idea. Wooyoung?”

“Yes, Captain?”

“I have a small mission for you. Think you can do it?”

A more than mischievous grin met Wooyoungs lips. “When have I ever let you down, Captain?”

It wasn’t long before the 0325 was at sea and the familiar gentle rocking of the sea filled everyone’s bodies. Everyone had agreed on rooming arrangements, most opting to stay on their own while Wooyoung and San chose to share a room. None of them had left the one room they all piled into yet, discussions of their situation at hand filling the room and a few small side conversations flitting in between every so often. Suddenly, ringing from the main deck could be heard. Dinner was ready. Slowly, they all piled out of the room and out to the deck; there they found that a table and a few smaller tables had been pulled together to create a larger one, enough to fit all of both crews around it. Plates were spread across the tables, some larger plates of meats, vegetables and grains towards the middle

“Ah, so you are joining us!” came a gleeful voice from behind the crew making them all turn around at once; it was Felix. “I hope you don’t mind the mess of tables. We don’t usually have guests of this amount very often.” A heavy thunk filled everyone’s ears as a larger stew pot was placed in the centre of the tables. Felix was stronger than he looked given how full the pot was. “Everyone else will be out in a moment. They always take their time.” The chef pouted, wiping his hands on his apron.

As if on cue, whooping could be heard from above. “Oi, Felix! Is that beef stew I see?” A voice yapped from above.

“Jisung, you and I both know that you can see exactly what’s on this table. Even from the crow's nest,” Felix yelled back, “Now get your ass down here so we can eat!” Seconds later, two sets of footsteps joined them all on the deck; one quicker than the other as Jisung stumbled onto the deck.

“God I have got to get better at that.” The lookout whined, letting go of the rope he had swung down on.

“You’ve been here longer than I have and you still can’t do it.” Jeongin chimed in, “I don’t think you ever will be able to.“

Jisung let out a mock gasp, grabbing at his shirt as if he had been shot. “How could you do this to me Jeongin! My own baby!” He cried out before reaching out for the younger. “C’mere you lil’ shit-“

“Can we have at least one meal with some semblance of peace?” Sighed a voice, the tone not holding any actual malice to it, “Please?”

Behind Felix now stood the rest of the crew of the 0325, the voice belonging to Minho. The only member of the crew that seemed to be missing was you; of course, this made sense. Someone had to steer the ship while everyone ate and with the nerves of having guests on the ship, it didn’t seem likely you were willing to leave your post at the helm any time soon.

“Is it always this… chaotic?” Seonghwa quizzed, the question aimed at Chan, who seemed to appear out of thin air at his side.

The quartermaster let out an amused hum. “Usually it’s worse. But I suppose they’re on better behaviour today.” He replied, “Oh, please, do sit. Captain won’t be joining us but no need to worry, he’ll eat later.”

Dinner time with both crews went surprisingly smoothly despite the tension that loomed in the air. While Hongjoong’s crew were all visibly on edge, the others didn’t seem to be worried at all; at least, if they were, they didn’t show it at all. Minor pleasantries about the food were passed around the table, much to Felix’s joy. Other than this, not many conversations were had. Once everyone had their fill, Hongjoong watched as Felix pulled together a plate of food from what was left and how he scurried off towards the helm. Chan followed not too far behind, likely in order to take over steering. Throughout the meal, Hongjoong made sure to take in how the members of your crew interacted with each other in the presence of his crew, and how they interacted with his own; on the surface, everything seemed neutral, no one making any kind of remark towards his crew and only to each other. He could see how they all got along and how the dynamics of each relationship they had worked. He noted how Minho and Jisung seemed to be a lot closer to each other compared to the rest of the group, their comments to each other filled with mischief but their actions filled with love as he watched Minho put more stew on Jisung’s plate when the latter wasn’t looking. Chan and Felix also seemed close; their voices, tinted with a similar accent hinted that they hailed from the same place, possibly that they lived close when they were younger. Changbin, Hyunjin, Seungmin and Jeongin remained enigmas to him; the four opting to keep to themselves instead of interacting like the others, choosing to speak when spoken to.

“You can all head back to your quarters if you’d like?” Felix chimed, now back at the table, “We can clean up. You should all get settled in if you haven’t already.”

“Felix- Y/n said that they should pull their weight when aboard,” Minho mused, “Let them help.”

Hongjoong could hear the small gasps that escaped some of his crew; This was the first that any of them had heard you be addressed by name alone, no honourifics used. It was a shock at first but not surprising, they all did the same with their Captain. While Hongjoong didn’t particularly want his crew helping out on their first night aboard, the mission that he had given Wooyoung flit back into his memory

“Actually, we’d be more than happy to help.” Hongjoong spoke as he stood, dusting off the invisible dust from his trousers. “I’m sure you don’t need all of us so Wooyoung and I will help.”

Wooyoung couldn’t help the gawped sound that left his mouth. He began to protest but the look that his Captain gave was enough to tell him to just do as he said, “Y-Yeah! I suppose it’ll give me a chance to get to know the kitchen more since we’ll be working together. Right?” He sputtered out, quickly moving to his Captains side.

“Ah, perfect! If you two could just grab any plates left over and then follow me, I’ll show you where the kitchen is.” Felix’s grin was almost blinding. The two couldn’t help but question how he ended up on a pirate ship with a personality like his; with his skill of cooking, he could have easily been a chef in a peaceful town, leading a lawful life. Nevertheless, the two scooped up the remaining plates and followed the blond down to the kitchen.

The kitchen wasn’t small but it wasn’t huge either. It was clearly made for a much bigger crew than what was currently residing on the 0325.

“You can just put the plates down there on the side. Don’t worry about cleaning them,“ Felix said, placing what he held down on the side, “I have a certain way I like to clean them. Ah! Wooyoung you’re more than welcome to stick around and familiarise yourself with the kitchen if you’d like? I’m sure Captain Hongjoong would like some rest.”

The two members of the Aurora gave a subtle nod to each other, an agreement to stick to what they came here for. With that, Hongjoong headed off and Wooyoung began looking around; the kitchen was spotless, much like the rest of the ship. There were a few barrels towards the corner of the room and a long table and bench to the side of them; nearer to the stoves were lines of knives on the wall. There were far too many for them to all be used for cooking. Surely Felix didn’t use them for battles?

“That’s a rather extensive knife collection you have going on…” Wooyoung murmured out, taking one off the wall and marvelling at how sharp it was.

“I don’t use all of them if that’s what you’re wondering” Felix replied, mirth evident in his voice. “Changbin has a penchant for buying pretty knives when we stop off in merchant towns. The collection seems to have gotten out of hand if you ask me.”

Putting the knife back, the taller of the two watched how quickly the other went about the task of cleaning dishes. The speed that Felix could clean dishes was far above what he could do, that’s for sure. The two worked around each other in silence for a little while, Wooyoung opting to observe the mannerisms of Felix. From the small tune that he hummed to himself to how he glided around the kitchen as if it was his second home, Wooyoung couldn’t imagine a negative bone ever existing in the pixie-like boy’s body. However, he knew his Captain would be a little annoyed if he came back with no information to show.

“So, how come your Captain eats after everyone else?” He pried, hoping it wasn’t too early to be so personal.

“He’s always been like that…” Felix mused, “Even in times of famine aboard our ship, Captain would make sure that we all ate before he did. He really does take care of us, you know?”

Wooyoung couldn’t say much in response but nodded his head; Hongjoong had been the same with his crew. When hard times hit, he made sure that everyone was taken care of, even if it meant putting his health last.

“He seems like the more mischievous type than the caring type. No offence-“ Wooyoung replied.

“None taken-“ The other waved him off, “Captain seems like that at first- it’s a justified assumption based on what you’ve seen of him so far- but I promise you that there’s far more to him than just baseless teasing.”

“Oh? You say he’s a lot more caring but he seemed pretty angry earlier at the gangway.” The memory still fresh on his brain, Wooyoung recalled the pistol being readied with vividness. Clearly, he had said something wrong when he spoke up about the ship’s naming.

“Captain tends to share his crew mates' anger. You managed to piss off Changbin so you managed to piss him off too.” Felix sighed, now drying his hands off with his apron. “Don’t take it personally… Or do. I’d just suggest not making the Captain angry directly. Because that’s something no one likes to experience.”

The two entered silence once more. With the dishes now done, there wasn’t much more reason for Wooyoung to stick around. “It’s been nice talking to you, Felix, but I should head off now.”

“It was nice talking to you too. Don’t worry about helping with breakfast tomorrow, I’ll have that covered. But I will need your help from lunch onwards,” Felix grinned, watching as the other waved from the doorway and disappeared. “Sleep well!”

When Wooyoung had reported everything he could to his Captain, he didn’t miss the disgruntled look that flickered across Hongjoong’s face. Hongjoong knew that it would be hard to get any kind of information about your crew, but he didn’t expect even your friendliest crew member to be a tough nut to crack. While he and Wooyoung relayed information back and forth in hushed tones, gentle thuds came across the floorboards outside the Captain's quarters. The two went silent, breaths bated; they couldn’t hear much past the footfall of boots but they were able to pick up a few words: ‘Felix’, ‘need to talk’ and ‘Captain’. Hongjoong grimaced, surely it was a coincidence that you wanted to talk to Felix? Especially after Wooyoung had spent time questioning him. Hongjoong shared a look with his chef and Wooyoung knew what he had to do.

It was time for him to make use of some skills he didn’t get to use very often.

Days went by and Hongjoong still had nothing to show for his efforts; not a lick of information on you or your crew. At this point, he was questioning why he was even trying to find out more about you and your crew. What was the whole point of this? It was frustrating.

At this point, he was considering going directly to the source and asking you just how you knew so much about him and his crew. Your knowing of him was unsurprising given the one night he had seen you in that beaten-down tavern, but the rest of his crew? None of it made sense to him. With a groan, Hongjoong hauled himself from the desk that he was sitting at, cringing at the cracking his knees let out. His guts twisted with nerves as he climbed up to the deck and made his way towards your quarters; why the hell was he nervous? He had fought multitudes of enemies and gone on life-threatening missions and not experienced feelings like this. Just why was he so nervous about asking you a simple question? Glancing at the helm, the Captain made eye contact with your quartermaster at the wheel. Not wanting to stick around, Hongjoong offered him a small nod before continuing, stopping in front of your door. Letting out a deep sigh, he knocked on the door, clenching his fist when he heard a gruff “Come in!” through the door.

When he entered the room, Hongjoong could see the stress on your features. Your coat had been tossed over your hammock and the tunic you wore hung loosely around your neck, offering glimpses of a scarred chest. You ran a hand through your already messed up hair, placing the quill that was in the other hand down as you looked up to see who had entered.

“Captain Hongjoong, a pleasant surprise. Please, take a seat” You greeted, eyes never leaving him as he remained where he was. “What can I do for you?”

Hongjoong took a deep breath and steeled himself once more.

“How do you know so much about my crew and I?” He queried, getting straight to the point, “How is it that you know so much about us and I know so little of you and your crew?”

“My, my! Straight to the point today. I was wondering how long it was going to take for you to ask me this.” You laughed, leaning back in your chair.

“What do you mean ‘how long'?” Hongjoong had been caught off guard once more, he wasn’t expecting you to expect his questions.

“It’s been quite obvious from the beginning that you wanted to know more about us, Captain.” You replied, “I was simply wondering how long it would take for you to stop observing my crew and ask me. Surely you had to know you wouldn’t get any answers out of them just by watching?”

“That still doesn’t answer my question, Y/n-“ Hongjoong seethed, watching as you stood to put the book that you had been reading back where it belonged “Just how do you know so much about us?”

You turned and met eyes with the others, his eyes a burning flame. “Tell me, Hongjoong. Do you remember that night we met in Tortuga?” You questioned, coming to stand behind your desk.

“Tortuga? Of course, I do.” He grumbled out “I don’t see what this has to do with anything-“

“Ahhhh just listen- Did you see my crew that night? In the tavern?” You continued, “I remember your crew very vividly. Despite not interacting with them once, I do remember that they were very… intoxicated.”

“I don’t recall seeing your crew. Why?” Now Hongjoong was very confused. What did your crew have to do with any of this?

“They were there that night. You may not have noticed them but they all managed to converse with your crew.” The grin that was on your face widened as you placed your hands down on the desk, leaning forwards to get closer to the other Captain. “In fact, I’m pretty sure one of yours decided to bed one of my crew that night. Seonghwa is your quartermaster, is he not? Minho told me all about him.”

At this point, Hongjoong had flushed red. He didn’t want to think about that night much more but knowing that one of his crew had slept with someone from your crew? His head was spinning. In an attempt to preserve any sense of dignity he had as a Captain, Hongjoong tried to look anywhere but your eyes. His eyes darted around the room and then back to you, but not to your face. To the open gap of your shirt, where he could clearly see down to your bare chest. He quickly looked away, clearing his throat before bringing his eyes to yours once more.

“I didn’t know of… their endeavours… together” Hongjoong almost wheezed out, his stomach curling at the smug look your face held.

“You're looking rather flustered there, Hongjoong.” You teased with a tilt of your head, leaning forwards, having not missed where his gaze went earlier. “Who would have thought you’d get flustered over a little sex.”

Hongjoong felt trapped under your gaze, the intensifying swirling of his stomach all too familiar for his liking. He watched as your eyes scanned his face, then his neck and finally the rest of his body.

“What they do or did is none of my business.” He stated, shifting where he stood. “Sex doesn’t bother me in the slightest.” He tried to sound firm in his words but the way his words trailed off were a clear indication of his embarrassment.

“Never suggested that it did-“ Hongjoong startled when you suddenly stood, his eyes immediately drawn back to your face “-but the way you reacted gave me a feeling. You’re not the type to indulge, are you, Captain?” The shorter stuttered and stammered as he tried to formulate a response, not that you were expecting one anyways. As you made your way around the desk and towards him, Hongjoong took equal steps backwards, the pair finding themselves against the door to your quarters. Hongjoong could have almost dropped his cane when your hand landed next to his head, effectively pinning him against the door; his knees weakened and his pulse raised. What were you doing to him?

“What are you-“

“You may not be the type to indulge in more… salacious encounters. But there’s only so long you can go without one.” You muttered out, voice dropping into a deeper, raspy tone. “I wonder just how long it’ll take before you break, Captain.” Your knee had found a place between the other's legs as your head dipped down, lips dangerously close to Hongjoong’s ear.

Despite the long coat and loose trousers that Hongjoong wore, nothing could hide the slowly growing problem below the surface of the fabrics. The Captain was almost repulsed by himself. How dare you have this effect on him, just who did you think you were?

As he was about to retort, a knock came at the door.

“Captain?”

It was Jeongin.

With a sigh, you stepped back, Hongjoong not missing the adjustments you made to your shirt and trousers as you went back to take a seat on the edge of your desk. Hongjoong made quick work of moving himself away from the door, opting to button up his coat partially to hide any signs of what had been happening. He situated himself a few metres away from you, not missing the way you whispered, “this isn’t over,” before calling your youngest crew member in.

Jeongin looked nervous, immediately sensing the tension in the room. His hand gripped at the handle of his sword as he eyed up Hongjoong and then you, trying to figure out if there was any aggression between the two of you.

“Captain we need to speak.” He finally spoke up, once again eyeing up Hongjoong. “Privately. If you could.”

“That’s alright Jeongin. Captain Hongjoong was just on his way out. Weren’t you?” The oh-so-familiar teasing tone back in your voice as if nothing had happened just moments ago.

Hongjoong could do nothing but nod mutely, making his way to the door. Before closing it, he took one more glance behind him; only to be met with your lookout’s steely, dark eyes.

Then the door shut in his face. Muffled voices could only be heard now and they were too quiet for him to listen into. Defeated, the Captain headed back to his temporary quarters; as he walked across the deck, the lingering feeling of eyes settled on his back causing him to shudder. Glancing around and seeing nothing had Hongjoong shrugging, assuming it was just the wind, and continuing with his short journey.

The next days came with nothing to show in terms of information; Wooyoung often came to visit with licks of information on various crew members but never anything of sustenance. Soon, both crews would be in Maglen and Hongjoong still had nothing gained from his efforts.

Hongjoong couldn’t help but let out a deep sigh of frustration, fingers rubbing over the decorative top of his cane in an attempt to soothe himself. It really wasn’t in a pirate's nature to willingly work with another pirate, so why did his stomach twist pleasantly every time he was close to you? At first, he thought there could be some foul magic at play. Maybe one of your crew were secretly of magical lineage? What a stupid assumption, Hongjoongs thoughts would berate him.

Before he could spiral deeper into his own world, the door to his room slammed open with a bang.

“You’re one vile excuse of a Captain, Kim Hongjoong.” A voice snarled from behind him. The chair he was sat in was forced to turn round, the cane that was once in the Captain's hand being snatched up by whoever had barged into his quarters. As he was about to yell at whoever had just interrupted his privacy, Hongjoong’s chin was forced up by his cane; the back of his chair hitting the desk behind him with force. With his head being forced up, he met eyes with the flames that were lit behind your own. Of course, it was you.

It always was.

“I offer my help to you and your crew and this is how you repay me?” Your voice was filled with venom that lit a fire under the other Captain's skin, “On my own ship nonetheless?”

“What are you on about?” Hongjoong grit out, grimacing when he glanced down; only to have the top of his cane pressed harder into his chin.

“You think it’s funny to have your little chef spy on my crew?” You questioned, bringing your face closer to his, “He’s not as stealthy as you think he is, Hongjoong. Even if he was a trained assassin at one point in his life.”

Hongjoongs eyes blew wide with surprise. How did you even know that? Especially when everything of Wooyoung’s past had been removed from existence. “Ho-“

“How do I know?” You cut in, “Let me tell you something, Captain.” You took a step back, watching as Hongjoong rubbed at his chin with a slight grimace. “You and your crew aren’t as subtle as you think you are.”

With that you let the protective cover of Hongjoong’s cane drop, exposing the blade that lay beneath.

Shit.

Hongjoong was fucked; royally fucked.

“Jeongin noticed something fishy going on with your crew. I didn’t want to believe him at first but when I decided to do a little investigation of my own, his words couldn’t have been more true.” Your words spat down at him like venom, “Who do I find creeping around at night? And watching every single thing my crew do? Even taking peeks at my armoury and handling weapons that aren’t his own? None other than your dear Wooyoung. I have half a mind to kill you right here and cause a bloodbath on this ship.” The sharp point of his own sword found itself at Hongjoong’s neck, a less than gentle pressure causing a small dribble of scarlet to trail down his throat.

“You wouldn’t do that-“ He started.

“Wouldn’t I?” You interrupted once more, eyes devoid of emotion. “You know nothing of me, Hongjoong. I’ll happily slit your throat here and now, but I won’t. For the sake of your crew and my own, I’d rather have the satisfaction of blowing your Aurora to pieces and leaving your bodies as food for the fish.”

The shorter felt the pressure on his neck lessen. And, in a moment of what could only be seen as absolute stupidity, he decided to take the time to slip in a snide remark “Coward.“

He didn’t have time to react as a fist collided with the side of his face, sending him flying onto his side. The sound of metal hitting the floor rang through his ears, becoming a high-pitched whine as the heel of your boot kicked into his stomach and ribs repeatedly. What were only seconds felt like minutes as Hongjoong heaved up the contents of his stomach and gasped for air. Maybe calling you a coward wasn’t the smartest idea-

“I thought you’d be better than this, Hongjoong” You mocked, crouching down and gripping at his hair to pull his head up and out of his own sick. “I suppose you’re no better than me, though. After all, we are pirates, aren’t we?” His head dropped back down onto the floor with a dull thud, Hongjoong was only able to watch as you stood and stepped over his body to the desk. He knew exactly what you were going for, the notebook that sat open; the contents being any and all information he had on your crew. He let out a garbled groan of protest, his stomach threatening to come up again at the attempt to speak; you made no move to acknowledge him as you hummed a sailor's tune. Snapping the notebook shut and shoving it in your pocket immediately quietened the Captain that lay on the floor. You’re a fucking idiot, Hongjoong’s thoughts reminded him.

“It’s a shame it had to come to this, really” You spoke, once again crouching down in front of the other. “Hmmmm even in a puddle of your own vomit, you somehow still manage to look good… I can’t wait to see you ruined, pretty boy.'' And with a sick grin, you left, leaving Hongjoong to process what had just happened.

Was that a threat? The idea made his stomach twist more, or was that the pain and nausea? Who knew? His crew was in danger, that’s the main thought that rang through his head at the moment.

With all the noise and commotion, it wasn’t surprising that Hongjoong soon heard Jongho and Seonghwa entering his room; the two always slept the latest. Noises of alarm left the two, Seonghwa rushing to his Captain's side as Jongho ran off to get Yeosang.

“Joong, what happened?!” Seonghwa’s tone was erratic with panic and concern.

Hongjoong could only groan in reply, curling in on himself more, not caring for the vomit that now found itself home in his long hair.

“I’m a fucking idiot. That’s what happened-“ his stomach emptied once more “-We’ve been figured out, Hwa. Y/n knows that I’ve been trying to get more information.”

Seonghwa didn’t press further, knowing this was a discussion to be had later when his Captain wasn’t chucking his guts up anymore. The Quartermaster moved aside as he heard their medic enter the room. Yeosang let out a squawk of alarm, rushing to Hongjoong’s side much like Seonghwa had.

“I… I called him a coward” Hongjoong muttered out, letting Yeosang pull him up and lean him back against the foot of the bed.

“Why the hell would you call him a coward, Hongjoong?” Yeosang questioned, attempting to get off the Captains vomit stained tunic. “Are you stupid?”

Hongjoong shot a glare at Jongho when he heard the youngest mutter out, “Clearly”

“He found out and threatened to kill me. But said he wouldn’t because he’d rather have the satisfaction of blowing up the Aurora.” He sighed out, wincing as the medic poked and prodded at his side, “So he punched me… and then kicked me. He also took the notebook of information I had been making-“

“Oh, my seas… you really are stupid Hongjoong” Seonghwa groaned, pinching at his furrowed brow.

The four sat in silence as Yeosang continued to treat his captain.

“Okay, so, there’s gonna be a lot of bruising, but nothing seems to be broken… and you didn’t vomit any blood so that’s always a plus.” Yeosang summarised.

“We need to have a crew meeting about this.” Hongjoong jumped in immediately

“ ‘We’ are going to be doing nothing, for now, Hongjoong.” Yeosang replied quickly. “You are going to rest and we are going back to sleep. It’s the middle of the night-“

“But-“

“No buts. I know you’re stupid but you’re not stupid enough to go against your medics' advice, are you, Captain?”

“How many times are you all going to call me stupid for this?” Hongjoong whined out.

“As many times as it takes for you to learn your lesson, Joong” Seonghwa added in, amusement in his features but not enough to hide the stress he was clearly experiencing. “Just wait until the rest hear about this-“

“Oh for fuck’s sake- San’s going to have a field day with this, isn’t he?”

“Yes he is.“

Neither crew spoke or interacted till the ship arrived in Maglen, both crews immediately disembarking the moment the port authorities approved the 0325’s docking. Since the carpenter contact you had would need a day to prepare the materials needed, both crews opted to stay at an inn for the night; this inn also happened to double as a tavern. This is how both crews drew a truce and ended up in the situation they were currently in.

All of the members of each crew sat at a long table that resided in a darker corner of the tavern, a crew to each side of the table. Tankards of ale and rum, some empty but most not, were scattered across the table and everyone seemed to be in various states of drunkenness. While Jongho, Hongjoong, Changbin and you all seemed entirely sober. The same could not be said for Felix, Chan, San and Wooyoung. The four were entirely wasted, spouting meaningless words in conversation and groaning every time they continued to sip at the alcohol that remained in their hands.

“Changbin, remind me to not let Chan steer at all tomorrow when we set off.” You commented, sipping at the rum in your cup as you eyed up the mess that was your Quartermaster.

“‘Course Captain.” Changbin agreed with a nod, “Who’s going to steer when you’re not though? Minho?”

The weapons master glanced curiously at you when he heard you chuckle.

“By the looks of it, Minho will be a little occupied tonight.” you glanced down at the mentioned, watching as he eyed up Seonghwa across the table with hunger, “Possibly busy the rest of the day too.”

Changbin made a face of disgust when he spotted the glances his friend shared with Hongjoong’s Quartermaster, the hints clicking together in his head.

“Gross-“

“I’m going to get Chan some water,” You sighed, watching as his head hit the table with a groan, “He’s going to have a mean hangover tomorrow and I’d rather he wasn’t sick right now.”

Hongjoong’s head shot up at the mention of sick, the word pulling memories from the other night to the front of his mind. He watched as you got up and weaved your way through the busy tavern towards the bar; for a moment he thought of joining you but hesitation pulled his feet to the ground, keeping him in place. He wanted to talk to you and justify what he did even though he had no reason to. As he began to get lost in his thoughts again, a loud squawk of a voice rang out across the table.

“Ayeeeee! Captain!” Oh by the seas, it was Wooyoung. “Another round!”

Clearly, the chef had lost his manners in his drunkenness; his decency seemed to have also left the building given by the way he clung to San’s side and occasionally placed messy kisses and licks on his lover's neck. Hongjoong stood with a sigh, not even dignifying his friend with a response, and began weaving his way through the busy crowd.

Given his shorter stature, it was hard for him to make his way through the crowd and be taken seriously when he told people to move. Somehow, he ended up getting stuck behind a group of men, their bodies much broader and taller than his own.

“Move!” He barked out, gaining the attention of the group in front of him.

As they turned around, their looks of anger from the command fell into smirks.

“Now, now! What’s this?” The one that seemed to be the leader slurred. “What’s a pretty little thing like you doing in a place like this? Hm?” God his voice was grating. Maybe it's the fact that Hongjoong had longer hair than most or that the men were drunk but surely they didn’t think he was a woman?

As he was about to push past, the tallest one of the group grabbed at his arm “Let me g-“

“Hey, little lady we’re just tryna talk to ya’! No need to be a bitch!”

“Oh, I’ll show you a bitch-“ As Hongjoong went to throw out a punch, his wrist was caught by a male behind him. Fuck. He was trapped on all sides.

“Whas’ a pretty girl like you doin' wearing those dirty man clothes huh?” This one probed, his other hand coming to grab at Hongjoongs waist, “Bet you’d look even better without them. How’s ‘bout we all get out of here and we show you a good time?”

Before he could protest, Hongjoong felt himself be pulled out of the vice grip that held him and into another, this time the hands resting on his hips.

“My darling isn’t giving you gentlemen problems is she?” Came an all-too-familiar voice, hidden venom in each syllable. “Little pirate, we spoke about this.” You tutted, hand gripping harder at the other's hips to stop him from making any sudden moves.

“She’s yours?” One of the men questioned, “What a score! Fancy sharing? We’ll help you punish her for being such a harlot.”

“Gentlemen, is that any way to talk about a lady in front of her?” You rolled your eyes, “But I won’t be sharing. I don’t share what’s mine.”

“Whatever, didn’t want a whore like that anyways.” The leader scoffed, “Probably been run through like a prostitute-“

Hongjoong could feel himself turning red with anger. As he went to move, your grip on his hips became vice-like. “Make one fucking wrong move and I’ll make good of that threat I made darling.” You hissed in his ear, chest rumbling on his back.

Once the group had left, Hongjoong made quick work of spinning around and had to hold himself back from spitting at your face.

“What the fuck was that?!” He almost screamed.

“There was no way you would have gotten out of that situation in a better way had I not been there, Hongjoong.” You scowled, “You were trapped on all sides.”

“I fucking had it handled.”

“You were going to start a bar fight, like an idiot,” You snarled, “Maybe I should have let it happen. You probably would have liked being treated like a whore.” Hongjoong’s jaw dropped open, the feeling of twisting in his stomach that he had become all too familiar with returning at your words. With a lack of reaction from Hongjoong, you let out a sigh and began weaving your way back through the crowd. Hongjoong was quick to grab your wrist in the spur of the moment and almost blanched white as you turned to look at him, his hand and then back at his face with a smug look on your lips.

At that moment, Hongjoong found himself staring at your lips. They were just… there. He could feel himself flush a little as your tongue darted out to wet them; for all those mean words your tongue sprouted, the Captain found himself dreaming of other words- No- Sounds. Without another thought, Hongjoong found himself dragging you off to a darkened corner of the tavern. Busy enough to not be seen but not so busy everyone would pay attention to the two of you. He placed his back against the wall and pulled you towards him with a particularly harsh tug on your wrist. A shudder raked his body as memories flashed forwards, one of your hands on his hip and the other on the wall next to his head. Hongjoong grabbed at the lapels of your coat.

“I fucking hate you” He sneered.

“Doesn’t seem like it right now darling.“ you purred back, head dropping down to his level. “In fact, it feels like the exact opposite.”

If that was a comment about the obvious boner he had that pressed against your leg or on the tension, Hongjoong didn’t have time to question; with another harsh tug on your jacket, Hongjoong found his lips crashing together with yours. It was a messy kiss, a clash of teeth and dominance as Hongjoong attempted to overpower you. He let out a small gasp as he felt your hand that once held his hip now squeeze at his ass, your tongue now against his own as you took the opportunity to slip it in. Hongjoong couldn’t help the small whimper that left his mouth as you continued to squeeze, his hips jumping slightly as you moved him closer to press against you. A small thread of spit connected the two of you as Hongjoong stopped for a breath; the breath catching when your lips found themselves at the juncture of his neck and jaw, the little nibble you gave sending sparks through his body.

“You gonna be a good boy for me Hongjoong?” You mumbled out, breath fanning against his neck, “Gonna be a good boy and let me ruin you? Treat you like a whore?”

He could only nod, words evading him as your lips attached to his neck again. The trail of hickies that you had started to make marked the expanse of his throat, Hongjoong’s neck now a galaxy of purples and reds swirling together in sin. “P-Please…” He whimpered out, hands now holding your shoulders for dear life.

“Please what?” He could feel you grin against his neck.

“Please touch me.“ Hongjoongs voice came out as a whisper.

“You’ll have to try a lot harder to get me to do anything. You’re gonna have to beg.” Your voice came out now in a growl, “I’m still mad at you, you know? So you’re gonna work for it.”

Hongjoong could only shudder at your words,

“Nothing to say huh? Maybe you really are stupid?” You mocked, hand gripping at the base of his hair and pulling, making him look up at you. “You’re stupid enough to call me a coward but I’m going to have you so dumb you won't even remember your name by the time I’m done with you.”

Hongjoong couldn’t help but let out a pathetic moan, his head spinning as you grabbed his hand and pulled him off in the direction of the stairs; if your intentions weren’t clear in his foggy mind before, they were now. He had to stop himself from falling up the stairs as you dragged him, the weakness of his knees being no help in the situation.

It wasn’t long before he found himself in your tidy room, of course, it was tidy.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head, hm?” Hongjoong couldn’t help the shiver that racked his body, the feeling of your lips on the shell of his ear almost erotic.

“Your room is tidy…” Hongjoong replied, a haze still over his mind, “You’re always so clean and tidy.”

The chuckle you let out reverberated through the room.

“I think you’ll find, once I’m done with you, that I’m actually quite the opposite of clean and tidy.” Your words had the smaller captain letting out a drawn-out groan. The thought of being treated in such a disgusting way was becoming more and more enticing as the seconds passed. Not a second later, Hongjoong could feel your lips attach to his neck once more, your hands beginning to wander from his chest to his waist, to his hips and then to-

The once silent room filled with a strangled moan thanks to Hongjoong; he wasn’t expecting to be so blunt and grab at his crotch the way that you did. His hips bucked back out of shock, only to be met with the feeling of your own bulge grinding against his lower back. At least the situation was affecting you in the same ways it was affecting him. “For someone who acts like they hate me,” You murmured out, continuing to palm the other through his trousers, “You sure do show it in a funny way.”

“I- I do hate you.” Hongjoong panted out, “As I said, I fucking hate you.”

“And then you proceeded to kiss me, press your boner into my leg and ask me to touch you.” Came your reply, “Do you want me to hate you? Treat you like I hate you? Naughty boy, who would have thought that the captain would like it rough?”

Hongjoong let out a groan as his head dropped back onto your shoulder, gasping at the feeling of your hand suddenly gripping at his neck. “P-please-“

“Please what? Hm? What does the little slut want?” You grinned out.

“More-“ Hongjoong let out a wheeze as your hand gripped at his neck harder “-I need more!”

He took a deep breath as your hand left his throat, only to find himself being stripped of his coat and tunic; Hongjoong opting to kick off his boots in order to help out. As he kicked off his boots, Hongjoong could hear your own coat hit the floor followed by your tunic. With two of you in similar states of undress, Hongjoong couldn’t help but marvel at your physique. While you didn’t have a six-pack, you were incredibly lean. His eyes trailed up, taking in every nick and scar that littered your torso; one that stretched from your centre chest up and over your right shoulder catching his attention. It was clearly inflicted by a sword and badly given how gnarled the scar was. He didn’t have much more of a chance to take in the sight of you as you pulled him towards you and began an assault on his neck and now-bare shoulders. During the assault on his neck, Hongjoong found himself pressing against your thigh once more as the two of you had moved backwards, your body now leaning against the desk that pressed against the wall.

In a moment of bravery, once you had stopped to take a breath, Hongjoong let his lips attach to your neck. The sound of your soft sigh encouraged him to continue as he suckled harshly at a particular spot that had you moan; Hongjoong could feel the spit and dribble accumulating at the corners of his mouth and in a split-second decision, he detached before licking a stripe up the expanse of your neck, then quickly bit down where your neck and shoulder met. Seconds later, he found himself crumpled to the floor holding his cheek. Did you slap him? You slapped him. He didn’t have a moment to retort or fight back, as in the next second he found himself being pulled up to his knees by his hair, your grip getting harsher as you forced his head back to look at your still standing figure.

“Now just who do you think you are?” You questioned, your face blank but words filled with venom, “It’s almost like you want me to hurt you. Is that what you want? To be treated like a little bitch? Is that why you let those men from earlier say what they said?”

As you leant down closer to the others face, you recoiled. Hongjoong spat at you.

“You’re really pushing it, Hongjoong. Acting like a fucking brat.” You growled lowly while wiping away the spit that landed on your cheek, “Fine.” Your foot met with Hongjoong’s chest, kicking him down onto his back. Hongjoong let out a groan, his chest shaking with a choked breath as your foot trailed down his chest; he let out a moan that filled to the corners of the room as your boot pressed against his crotch with an intense amount of pressure. His hips jumped up in an attempt to get more friction, whining as your foot let up and pressed back down.

“You’re so dirty, Hongjoong, humping against my foot like a bitch in heat.” You teased, foot pressing with even more pressure as you leaned over him, “Maybe you really are a dumb whore. Do you think it was smart to bite me? Or maybe you just decided to be a brat in order to be treated like one.”

Hongjoong let out another loud whine, his hands grasping at the floorboards as he didn’t know what to do with them. He attempted to formulate a response but all that left his mouth was incoherent babbles.

“You’re so cute, humping against my foot like this. And you can’t even form a sentence? You really are my dumb little whore.” Hongjoong let out a pitching whine that had you rolling your eyes. “By the seas, you’re so noisy. Maybe you need something in your mouth to shut you up, hm? What do you think, baby? I think you’d look amazing with your mouth stuffed.”

As you stepped back, Hongjoong clambered up from his position, his eagerness amusing you and surprising himself. He watched as you leaned back on the desk once more, shuffling forwards on his knees and placing himself at your feet. Watching you untie the sash that held your trousers up was a sight that he wished he could watch again and again but he had no time to even think about replaying the memory as you pulled out your cock from its confines. Hongjoong could swear he was drooling out the corner of his mouth, tongue licking at his lips in anticipation. He shuffled forwards a little more, falling forwards and placing his hands on your thighs as you tugged at his hair once more.

Now with his face pressed against the rough fabric of your trousers, the length next to him became daunting; he wondered if it would fit inside him at all. His breaths came out shallow pants as he watched you stroke yourself once, twice and then once more for good measure, precum dripping off your fingers. Oh, how he wanted to taste you. Much to his luck, the tapping of your fingers on his lips told him that he would get the chance. Hongjoong opened his mouth and let his tongue loll out, your fingers smearing what they held against the wet muscle.

“Swallow it.” You commanded.

Hongjoong obeyed.

Even though it was a minuscule amount of precum, he savoured the taste with a low hum of approval. He let his mouth open once more to show that he had swallowed and preened when he saw you nod your head in approval.

“Such a good boy for me” you cooed, “I think you deserve a treat.”

While your tone was softer than before, your actions were not. The hand that he had missed petting at his hair came to grip at his roots, your hand moving his head from where it rested to your cock. You tapped the tip off of his tongue a few times and gave a few experimental thrusts before lowering the other’s head down slowly, admiring as his jaw dropped more to allow more room.

“Well? What are you waiting for?” Your eyes met with his glassy ones, “Get to work, slut.”

Hongjoong didn’t need any more telling. His hands gripped harder at your thighs as he began to bob his head slowly, savouring the feeling of veins on his tongue. When he came back off, he would give a few kitten licks to your tip and then take as much as he could back into his mouth. He loved how full his mouth felt, it was addicting, his own personal aphrodisiac. Hongjoong began to pick up pace and revelled in the sounds of your soft groans; this only spurred him on, choosing to pick up the pace once more and try to fit even more of you into his mouth. He glanced up at you and let a moan out at the sight of you, your head tilted back in pleasure and a light sheen of sweat covering your torso. The vibrations of Hongjoong’s moan had you moaning, even more, a sudden thrust making the other gag and cough, coming off to try and catch his breath.

You looked down at him, being met with the sight of Hongjoong flushed red and puffy-faced had your stomach curling but what made it really twist was the pooling of spit that dripped down from the corners of his mouth. You let out a low groan and thumbed at one corner of his mouth, bringing your now spit-covered thumb up to your mouth and licking it off in a dirty display.

“I’m gonna fuck your mouth now.” It was more of a statement than a question, no room for negotiations as both of your hands came to grip at Hongjoong’s long locks once more. With the grip you had on his hair, Hongjoong could barely nod as he let his lips part once again.

Hongjoong wasn’t expecting you to bottom out into his throat in one go. It caught him by surprise. But he couldn’t help the way it made his hips jump and his eyes roll back, tears that had been threatening to fall once now streaming down his cheeks. All he could do was moan around your length as you used him as a toy. His nose constantly brushed against your pubic hair but he didn’t care; how could he? Your grunts and growls that you let out were like a song to him, spurring him on to do better and take it all. Just for you.

“God you’re so- Fuck-“ You grunted out, your hips bucking as you bottomed out once more. The feeling of his throat swallowing around you easily pulled you closer to the edge, “You’re so ruined for me. All I’m doing is fucking your mouth and you’re already crying. Should have done this sooner- Shit!” Hongjoong let out a noise of surprise as you pulled him as far down as you could, your cum spilling down his throat and pooling up in his mouth. He pulled himself off of your length and attempted to swallow what he could but the overwhelming need to cough had a lot of it spilling out of his mouth and onto the floor, some even finding itself coming out of his nose. Once he had caught his breath, Hongjoong looked up at you and pouted at the displeased look on your face.

“Don’t look at me like that. You could have easily swallowed but didn’t. Now there’s cum all over the floor.” You mockingly pouted back, coming to crouch down at his level. “But that’s okay, I like it dirty and you’ll be a lot worse off than this floor once I’m done with you.” Hongjoong attempted to stammer out a reply only to let out another pathetic whine as he felt your tongue lick up some of the cum that dripped down from the corner of his mouth.

The world was spinning in Hongjoong’s vision, his head dizzy from the heat and intensity of what had just happened to him; this only increased tenfold as you suddenly picked him up and, after a short journey across the room, threw him down onto the bed. You stepped back to drink in the sight of the smaller captain on your bed, looking oh-so-ruined by a simple facefucking. Hongjoong looked away and tried to cover his face as he felt your predatory eyes scrape across his body, a rather girly squeal leaving him as your hands yanked the trousers he was wearing off of his body. Before he could even attempt to cover himself up, your hands grabbed at his wrists and pinned them down above his head. He made further attempts to cover his exposed lower half with his legs but couldn’t do anything as he felt the rough fabric of your trousers scratching at his skin as you used your own legs to keep his in place, boots having been kicked off somewhere in the process of you climbing on to the bed to pin him down.

“I can’t wait to absolutely demolish you, Joongie” You purred out, switching the two-handed grip you had on his wrists to just one in order to let the other wander over the expanse of his torso. “Should I prep you? You’ve been such a bad boy this past week so I don’t think I should.”

Your words had Hongjoong writhing in your grip, the attempt at escaping almost admirable. “W-Wait no! Please, I'll be a good boy!” He panicked, the thought of taking you and not being prepped sounding more painful than pleasurable, “M’ be a good boy, please! Could take you so much better with prep…” His words sounded slurred and the look behind his eyes could be described as foggy at best.

“If I prep you, you better not touch yourself,” You responded with a sly grin on your face at the idea that had just formulated, “Actually, I have a better idea.”

Hongjoong watched as you reached back for the sash that stuck out of your pocket. As you brought it upwards towards his wrists, he attempted to squirm away out of your hold only to stop and whine as you quickly slapped his thigh. The idea of not being able to use his hands was torturous to his mind, he wanted to be able to grab at your hair and feel his nails scrape down your back. He could only watch as you tied the red fabric around his wrists, the feel of it a lot nicer than the fabric of your trousers that continued to press into his legs.

With a final tug at the knot you had tied around his wrists, you knelt back to admire your handy work with a more than pleased look in your eyes. You stepped back off of the bed, offering Hongjoong some relief from the pressure that was once against his legs. He watched as you shucked off your trousers, then as you crawled back onto the bed.

“You’re doing so well for me, darling.” You murmured out in a moment of softness, your hands caressing at the other's hips. Hongjoong could only watch with wide eyes as the momentary softness in your eyes disappeared and your hands gripped harshly, his body suddenly being flipped and his head pressing down into the pillow that was below him. He could feel your hands graze up his sides and then back down, a harsh spank coming to his ass that has him moaning louder than he ever had before.

You shuffled down the bed a bit, the small frame not allowing for much movement. Your hands cupped at his ass, gripping as they parted his cheeks to let a glob of spit land on the smaller man’s hole. The sensation had Hongjoong writhing, the feeling of his cock rubbing against the bedsheets below him causing him to moan out and rut his hips forwards to get more of the sensation. This was met with another spank only making him moan out even more.

“At this rate, everyone in the tavern will hear you sweetheart.”

Hongjoong didn’t care, all he could focus on was the feeling of your finger pressing against his entrance, “I’m sure you’d like that though. Everyone being able to hear you whoring yourself out for me.”

He couldn’t even formulate a response past a whine as he felt your finger press into him. “You’re so tight Joongie. I don’t think you’ll be able to take me at this rate.”

“M’, can take you!” He whined back, the world blurring together at the feeling of your finger working in and out of him, “‘nother. More! Can take more.”

“If you say so.” You purred in response, letting another of your fingers enter him. You let out a low chuckle at the whine the other let out as you worked him open; the constant back and forth of your fingers and scissoring of them to work him open made him pant and rut into the bed. This went on for a few minutes, these minutes making Hongjoong restless. He wanted, no, needed you inside him soon or he’d definitely cum untouched and onto your bedsheets.

“Cock…” He slurred out, craning his head in an attempt to meet your eyes, “Want your cock, please.”

“Such a well-mannered boy,” You cooed, a whine drawing from below as you removed your fingers, “Shame you’ll forget all of them once you're dumb from my cock, isn't it?” You watched as he shoved his hips up in an attempt to display himself better to you as if attempting to entice you to go faster and get inside of him quicker. You knelt back once more, pulling Hongjoong up with you only to push him onto all fours and then press at the top of his back. Without much warning, you slid your cock between his asscheeks a few times before pressing forwards and bottoming out in one go, a sick grin on your face at the strangled moan that the male below you let out. You watched as he squirmed and tried to get away, only to be pulled back by his hips to keep him where he was.

“You said you could take it, so take it.” You commanded.

Hongjoong grasped at the pillow below him the best he could with bound wrists, feeling tears drip down his cheeks and stain the pillow below him. He knew he could take it, he didn’t want you to stop; but the burn was so much, having only spit as a form of lubrication wasn’t enough but it would have to do in the situation. Once he felt that he had adjusted enough, Hongjoong tried to move his hips to get some sort of stimulation but couldn’t help the whine that left him as it proved not enough. His silent prayers seemed to be answered when he felt you grip at his hips, draw out and then slam back in. A choked moan left him at the sudden movement, but it didn’t stop there. Your pace was brutal from the beginning, not taking one moment to slow down as you panted above him. Your administrations were brutal but not unwelcome, the harsh speed and rough thrusts you provided bringing Hongjoong dangerously close to the edge. He tried to look back at your figure once again but you appeared blurred thanks to the jostling your thrusts supplied; when he finally did catch a glimpse of you he could only moan even more than he had been already. Sweat trailed down your torso and the snarl that sat on your lips made his hole twitch.

Feeling the clench he gave, you looked over at Hongjoong. He looked so destroyed at that moment, tears streaming down his face and saliva pooling on the pillow below him. You admired the way his body shone from sweat and shook from stimulation, his bare back looking all too bare. As you leaned over him and caged him in, you pressed into him at a different angle and watched as his eyes rolled back in silent prayer. You lowered your head and placed subtle kisses across his shoulders, only to quickly replace them with harsh bites, making Hongjoong shake.

“‘M gonna cum if you do that!” He whined in complaint.

“Then cum. Cum all over these sheets and make them dirty just like you.” You mocked back, “I want to watch you unravel just for me.”

Hongjoong let out a pitching whine as your hips worked even quicker, the jostling making his cock rub against the sheets even more. When you placed a bite on his shoulder, he found himself spilling all over the sheets. His head went blank as his vision filled with white and his ears went static. While he wasn’t present in the moment, he could feel you pick up pace as he rode his high; the fluttering of his walls pulling you in and closer to your own high. Suddenly, it was warm. You had come inside of him but didn’t show any signs of stopping or slowing down. Hongjoong could feel himself quickly reaching his high once again, the overstimulation becoming too much for him.

“‘M gonna cum again!” He babbled out, hands straining against the ties that held strong.

“Then cum again. And again and again.” You growled out into his ear, “You won't be able to even walk when I’m done with you so cum again or don’t cum at all.”

The next morning, Hongjoong woke up to an empty bed and a note on the bedside table. He winced as he sat up, the light of the morning illuminating the room and his marked-up body. He picked up the note and gave it a quick once-over knowing he would have to vacate the room soon in order to go back to the 0325.

“Captain Hongjoong,

You may notice that you have woken up alone but do not be alarmed. I had to head down to the carpenter’s in the early hours of the morning to help them get the materials you needed onto my ship. The inn owners have informed me that we need to vacate our rooms by eleven o’clock and I have asked everyone to be back aboard the ship by noon so that anyone may grab things that they want or need before heading back to the Aurora. You will find your clothes on the desk (I took the liberty of folding them and your boots are off to the side of the desk). I will be at the carpenter's till around half past eleven so you are welcome to join me should you wish to. If not, I will see you back aboard the ship.

Yours,

Captain Y/n”

Hongjoong was surprised to find that there were no mentions of the night's activities in your note but he can’t say he was disappointed. As memories of the night flashed in his mind, he didn’t know how to feel. His original intentions had been to give you a stern telling off but somehow he ended up getting fucked by you and rather roughly at that; he glanced down at the blossoming purples and blues that littered his chest and stomach and could feel a pink glow take to his face. The ones on his neck he knew he wouldn’t be able to hide at all which left him with no choice but to face his crew with a small sliver of dignity that remained in his body.

Eventually, he hauled himself out of bed and got dressed. He pulled his hat over mussed hair and grabbed the handle to the door; as he stepped out he came face-to- face with Seonghwa. The two made eye contact, glanced down at each other- taking in the state of the other's neck- and gave a small nod of agreement to one another “Not a word-“ Hongjoong began before the other cut him off.

“Not a word of this to anyone, Captain.” The quartermaster mused, “I agree.”

Neither said any more words as Seonghwa passed his captain his cane that he left in the tavern the night before and the two headed down the stairs and out into the streets.

“This is going to be a long journey back.” Hongjoong sighed.

Seonghwa couldn’t help but let out a loud laugh. “Just wait till San and Wooyoung see the state of you. They’re going to have a field day.”

“By the seas… Someone kill me now.”

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