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daddyfordaeddy · 24 days

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Pairing: mafia! Seongjoong x f! yn

Word Count: 3517

Warnings: cursing, mentions of violence, minor injuries, slight possessive/yandere joong (not super noticeable), smut warnings under cut

Genre: Fluff, smut, mafia au, exes to lovers, M for mature audiences

Summary: After leaving the mafia scene for five years, you've had to go back and beg for help from the boss of your former family...and your ex.

Smut Warnings: unprotected sex (DONT DO THIS unless you discuss safely outside of sex!), some praise, degredation, spitroasting, oral (m & f receiving), deepthroating, rough sex, creampie, fingering, felching (again), squirting, one spank, dom/sub (seongjoong dom, yn sub), undernegotiated kinks (its been a while since they fucked so things may have changed but they don't discuss. don't do this)

Written for tipsy drabbles! took me like 3 days to write the smut itself lmao

“So. You’ve found your way back to me, begging for me.” You keep your eyes lowered, not afraid but too ashamed to look Hongjoong in the eyes. You haven’t seen the head of the MATZ gang in a long time. Not since the last boss was alive and he was just a capo in his own right. Not since you had left him standing in the hall of his mansion, citing immaturity when it was just your fears of commitment to a mafia member. You know you broke his heart, but he stitched it back up quickly, yelling after you that if you ever came back he wouldn’t help you.

And yet, how the tables have turned.

“I had…I had nowhere else to go. Turn me away if you wish, but hear me out first. Please, Hongjoong.” You keep your gaze focused on your ratty sneakers, a far cry from the Louboutins you used to wear.

“Look at me first.” You freeze. From his tone of voice, you know he knows why you’re here. “I won’t repeat myself, YN.”

Slowly, you bring your head up, wincing at the sharp pain in your throbbing head from the sudden movement. You’re sure you look a mess, with the black eye and split lip. You keep your line of sight trained on the window next to Hongjoong instead of his face, but you can’t miss the way his eyes darken at the sight of you broken in front of him.

“What. Happened.”

His voice is cold and you flinch, hands wringing behind your back as you refuse to break down in front of your first lover (and if you stop lying to yourself, he still is in your heart). “...It was Yang Beomhun. I left you but he tracked me down and thought he could use me as leverage against you. It didn’t work, but at that point, he decided he might as well keep me around for himself and the pretence he had put up dropped. I…don’t know what else to do.”

It was a miracle you were even let back into his mansion. You thought you would have to live a life of suffering with Beomhun as your tormentor, but one of the family had somehow recognised you and let you in, citing it to be some sick joke.

And maybe it was. Who leaves the mafia out of fear for their future, only to end up being run ragged by the justice system? It’s ironic, ending right back up where you left, but once again, you have nothing left to lose.

“Why don’t you just leave him? You clearly are able to.”

You choose to ignore the jibe. “I couldn't. I’ve tried. It was a miracle I made it here, and that was with the help of someone who likely has gotten into deeper trouble.” You can feel your body shaking with the effort to keep your cool. “I don’t know what to tell you. Give me a new life, or just fucking kill me, Hongjoong. I don’t want to be caught in the middle again. I left to avoid the danger but no matter what I do, all I get is the same thing.”

Silence settles over the both of you. It’s only a moment later you realise you finally admitted the real reason you left. Your head shifts lower and you squeeze your eyes shut, both from embarrassment and trying to keep yourself on your feet.

After a long breath, you feel slender fingers on your chin that tip your face up. Blearily, you blink your eyes open to see Hongjoong staring down at you, eyes hiding any emotion. “Why didn’t you tell me?” His voice is soft, softer than you’ve heard in a long time. “I would’ve protected you, given you the safest life I could.”

“I…back then I didn’t want that, Joong. I just wanted a normal life. Not a safe one.” Your eyes are fighting to stay open.

“And now? What do you want?” You open your mouth to speak, but instead, your legs give out and Hongjoong drops to keep you from cracking your head on the wooden floor. “YN, wait–”

When you reawaken, you’re in an intricate bedroom you remember as the one you stayed in when you and Hongjoong were still dating. It’s changed quite a bit, his bookshelves cleared and the desk is gone, but otherwise, the drapes remain the same, and the carpet and plants as well. Your body aches but your mind is refreshed, the exhaustion from yesterday gone.

You can feel a heavy weight on the left side of the bed and your heart softens at the sight of Hongjoong sitting beside you, head in his arms as he rests his torso on the bed. As much as you hate to admit it, you missed him every moment you were gone. But you hurt him irrevocably and you know there’s not much you can do to win him back.

Your hand reaches up involuntarily, just about to brush through his platinum blond locks when his head snaps up. Your hand jerks back although his eyes are still closed. “You’re up,” he hums, eyes slowly blinking open. “The medic said you were just exhausted, but I’m glad to see you’re up.”

You stare at him, brows furrowed. “Why are you glad? I hurt you. I don’t deserve your worry.”

Hongjoong’s brow raises. “I don’t think you get to decide who I get to worry about. Yes, you hurt me. But we were young and dumb. We were hardly adults, thrust into a dangerous situation. And I would be lying to say I didn’t miss you, rosebud.”

Your face flushes at the nickname you hadn’t heard in years and Hongjoong smiles at the sight of it. He shifts over, leaning in to brush his nose against yours when the door slams open. “Boss, Seonghwa’s back.”

Your brows furrow. “Seonghwa?” The name escapes your lips before you can catch it and Hongjoong’s eyes narrow to level a sharp gaze at you.

“You met him?” His question is light but there’s danger behind it.

“Yes—He’s the one that helped me escape Beomhun. He was new on the task force, but he saw how Beomhun treated me and was the only one who cared to help me.” You speak quickly, trying to ease the tension lurking in Hongjoong’s eyes. “I swear on my life, Joong. He’s done nothing wrong except help me.”

Hongjoong stares at you for a long moment before he stands quickly, smoothing down his suit. “YN, come. Let’s see this Seonghwa for ourselves.”

Before you can even say anything, he grabs your wrist, pulling you along. You don’t know how to react, much less if you should react, and the entire way down to the basement is silent. You come to a stop behind a glass window, two-way if you remember correctly, and you stare at the slender figure sitting at the table, with sharp eyes and a split lip. “That’s him,” you breathe out.

Hongjoong hums. “Aww, he came all this way to see if you were alive? How sweet. Why don’t you go and show him how much you appreciate him? After all the work I put him to to keep you safe?” His hand pushes at your side a little and you snap your head towards him.

“Joong–” you gasp in shock and confusion.

Hongjoong turned to stare you down. “What? You think I would actually just let you go like that, five years ago? You’re mine, and you’d do well to remember that.” He chuckles low in his throat, his lips pulling into a shark’s smile. “Seonghwa here is my underboss. I trust him the most when it comes to my personal affairs, and I think he deserves a reward for the work he’s done. Come on, baby, why don’t you show him how good you can be?”

Before you can say anything else, he swings the door open and pulls you through. “Hwa, say ‘hi’ to my little rosebud. She’s here to give you a little treat for protecting her.”

He pushes you forward again and you stumble on your feet until large, warm hands land on your waist as you stop between Seonghwa’s open thighs. “Aren’t you just precious, huh,” he groans, pressing his thumbs into your hip bones. “Little missy is just too worried about me, is that right, baby?”

You cast a glance back at Hongjoong, where he’s taken a seat from across the room and is palming at the growing bulge in his pants. Without even thinking about it, your thighs squeeze together and you flush. “Joong–” Back when you were still with him, the two of you would find newcomers to fuck, some kind of sick power play Joong got off on. It’s somewhat comforting to see not much has changed in that regard…and it makes heat bloom in your core.

Seonghwa’s hand gripping your chin directs your gaze to his dark eyes. “Come on, miss, I went to all that work keeping you safe, don’t you want to show your appreciation?” He arches a perfect brow and you swear the expression on his face only serves to make your face even hotter.

“Show him how good you can be, YN,” Hongjoong commands from behind you, his voice heavy. And, well, who are you to disobey him? Immediately, you drop to your knees, your habits from years back still ingrained into your brain.

Seonghwa chuckles, his fingers combing through your hair slowly as he palms his cock straining against his leather pants. “Come on, princess. Show me how good those pretty lips are.”

You don’t need much more prompting than that, quickly reaching forward to undo his belt and slide his zipper down. With a groan, Seonghwa lifts his hips enough for you to shove his boxers down, revealing his hard cock. The tip of it is an angry red, dripping pre-come and your eyes zero in on it.

Seonghwa places his hand on the top of your head, and you don’t need much more prompting before dipping down and pressing a kiss to the tip. You can hear him sigh and it's enough to make you sink down to envelop the head of it in your mouth, letting spit pool around it. Any other day you’d be in the mood to tease, but with Hongjoong watching all you want is to be good.

“Shit, her mouth is so good,” Seonghwa groans, his thighs straining as his hands tighten in your hair. “So perfectly willing to be used.”

You feel another spike of heat in your core as you clench around nothing at his words. The way he doesn’t even direct it at you, only at Hongjoong turns you on more than you’d like to admit it would. “You can be rougher with her, she likes it,” Hongjoong’s voice cuts through the fog slowly encapsulating your mind.

Without hesitation, Seonghwa pushes your head down even further and you gag, eyes rolling back at the rough treatment. “Holy shit, she’s into it.” There’s absolute glee in Seonghwa’s voice, and his hips give an experimental thrust. You moan around his thick length, eyes squeezing shut as your spit dribbles down his length. Any shame you feel dissolves into arousal and you can’t help but wriggle your hips, trying to get any sort of friction.

“Look at you, so needy for anything.” Hongjoong’s voice is closer than you remember, and you flinch when you feel his cool hands on your shoulders. They trail down, patting your ass before reaching to cup you through your pants. “Come on, hands and knees for me, okay?”

It takes you a moment to respond, but when Hongjoong paps you on your cunt again, you scramble to present your ass to him while still keeping Seonghwa in your mouth. You can hear both of them chuckle at your eagerness. “She’s such a perfect slut, Joong,” the bite in Seonghwa’s voice makes you whine low in your throat. “So happy to just take cock and sit still, all pretty for us.”

Hongjoong hums as he pulls down your pants and underwear in one swift moment, pressing his fingers against your sopping pussy. “She’s so wet, truly the perfect whore for us,” he sighs, scissoring his fingers to stretch you out. His movements are fast, precise, and more slick gushes out of you as you keep moaning around Seonghwa’s cock.

Before you can grind against his hand, his fingers disappear just as fast as they entered you and you whine, feeling much too empty. “Eager or not, bitches should learn patience,” Hongjoong sneers and a smack resounds in the room. You register the stinging pain on your ass a second later and you moan, the sound of it muffled.

Your eyes tear up from the pain and Seonghwa coos, his long fingers brushing away the tears. You lean into the comfort subconsciously but as you do so, you can feel the blunt head of Hongjoong’s cock rubbing against your folds and the slick sounds make your brain fuzzy. The tip of it repeatedly catches on your clit and each time it sends a shock to your core.

Before you can whine any more, Hongjoong lines his cock up to your cole and pushes in without any warning. Your eyes snap open as your body is pushed forward and Seonghwa’s cock is driven deeper into your mouth. “Shit–” Seonghwa groans, his other hand coming down to grip your hair and keep your head in place.

Hongjoong giggles from behind you before drawing back and slamming back in again. The force of his thrust spears him so perfectly inside you, the girth of his cock stretching you open so well. He didn’t prep you well enough, but the sting makes you even wetter. It’s been years, and he still knows exactly what you like and it makes both your heart and your cunt throb. Seonghwa’s cock is longer, but the stretch of Hongjoong is just what you like and you clench around him.

“God, after all this time, you still are so fucking tight. Maybe I didn’t fuck you well enough before,” Hongjoong leans down to whisper in your ear, his weight pushing you impossibly further onto Seonghwa’s dick. “Maybe I’ll let Seonghwa fuck you too until your pussy is nice and sloppy for me to take any time I want. You may be mine, but Seonghwa is too and it would be cruel of me to not let my two playthings have their own fun.”

You’re a little ashamed to admit the idea of that makes you moan, and Hongjoong presses a kiss to your shoulder before biting the flesh, his hips starting to jackhammer into you, setting an unforgiving pace.

Your body goes lip, Hongjoong’s arms around your waist and Seonghwa’s hands in your hair the only thing keeping you up. You really do feel like a doll used only for their enjoyment but something about it is perfect and you keep your mouth slack as your eyes roll back in your head. Your cunt is throbbing, pulsing around Hongjoong as he hits the spongy spot inside of you with surprising accuracy. Seonghwa’s started thrusting into your mouth as well, your jaw aching but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

You can hear them speaking to each other above you but you’re too far gone to make sense of anything they’re saying, letting your eyes flutter shut as the two men on either side pound into you. But before you can say or do anything, Seonghwa comes, ropes of his come shooting down your throat without you needing to swallow. As his orgasm washes over him, he pulls his cock out, moving one of his hands to your jaw and squeezing, keeping your mouth open and pliant. The tip of his dick rests against your lower lip as drops of come land in your mouth and dribble down your lips. When his cock softens, he tucks himself back in and leans down to spit in your mouth.

“Swallow.” His voice is rough and heavy, and you follow his command immediately. You don’t even notice Hongjoong stilled his hips until a moment later and you whine.

“So greedy,” Hongjoong scoffs, his hands gripping your waist and his nails digging into the skin. Without warning, he pulls you back down on his cock and you moan so loudly it’s bordering on a scream. “Your cunt is swallowing me so well, baby. I could do this for hours and I bet you’d just let it happen. God, I can’t believe I let you go last time, no one else could be such a perfect little cumdump for me.”

He punctuates each other with another thrust until he’s groaning as he reaches the edge of his pleasure, his come shooting deep into you and coating your walls. “God, she’s taking you so well,” Seonghwa hums, brushing your hair out of your eyes, the gentleness of his actions the complete opposite of how he was treating your mouth not a minute earlier.

Hongjoong laughs, pulling out his cock to see his come dripping out of you and making a little pool on the floor. His arms release you and you collapse onto the cool tile, your body shuddering. “She’s good, isn’t she,” he says fondly, his hands coming to pull apart your cheeks, admiring the sight of your hole fluttering around nothing. “She hadn’t even come after that. Would you like to reward this good behaviour, Hwa?”

A chuckle leaves Seonghwa as he moves around to settle in between your legs. You’re too tired to shift to see what they’re doing and you gasp as a flat tongue presses against your dripping hole. Your back arches and Hongjoong chuckles, pressing down on your shoulders to shove you further onto the tile.

Your thighs are shaking from the effort of keeping your hips up, but Seonghwa’s grip doesn’t relent as he licks into you like a starved man, tasting both your slick and Hongjoong’s come. The way it flicks your clit and it doesn’t take long for you to come apart on the title, moans spilling out of your mouth easily as you feel a great pressure on your core and your body shakes from the effort of it. You can hear the sloppy, wet sounds of Seonghwa licking up your release and even when you try to clench around his tongue you just know with how loose you are it doesn’t change much.

“Fuck, I didn’t know she squirts,” you hear the awe in Seonghwa’s voice and Hongjoong hums, please.

“Like I said, she’s really the perfect slut.” Hongjoong pats your head, but the praise doesn’t really register, your mind is all fuzzy from the fucking you just received, and all you do is yawn. You hear soft laughter from the two of them and Hongjoong pulls you into his arms as he kisses the top of your head. “All right, I get it. You can sleep, baby. We’ll clean you up. Just relax.”

At his sweet words, you let your head drop to his shoulder as you let him manoeuvre you so he can pick you up to bring you to a bath. You’re happy to be back.

As Hongjoong tucks you into bed, Seonghwa leans against the doorframe, waiting for you to finally drift off. As soon as your breathing levels, Seonghwa moves to stand by Hongjoong sitting on the bed, and he speaks up. “Beomhun asked for his money.”

Hongjoong’s eyes narrowed. “He doesn’t get it. He broke the rules of the deal and laid his hands on my girl. The agreement was for him to scare her, not fucking hurt her.”

Seonghwa nods. “I know. He has been taken care of. Jongho and Yunho are happy to have been promoted, and I’m sure they’ll bring flowers to the funeral.”

Hongjoong chuckles, low in his throat to keep you from waking. “Good, good. It’ll be good to have some of our men higher in the police force too. Beomhun’s death was needed. But make sure she never finds out.” Seonghwa nods. “Can you go get a report from Yunho?”

Another nod. “I’ll see you later,” Seonghwa says, patting Hongjoong on the shoulder. “We’re still on for dinner, right?”

Hongjoong smiles. “Of course. Come here.” Seonghwa moves to stand between Hongjoong’s legs, much like how you did with him down in the basement. Without another word, Hongjoong pulls Seonghwa down to press a sweet kiss to his lips. “I’m happy to have both of you back. I’ll see you later tonight. Maybe YN will be awake for dinner as well.”

Seonghwa flushes red before kissing Hongjoong once more before slipping out the door. Hongjoong turns his attention back to you, brushing your hair out of your face.

“You’re back now, and I intend to keep it this way. No running away from me anymore,” he whispers, his fingers trailing down your face to ghost over your lips. “You’re mine, rosebud.”

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hwashotcheeto · 2 months

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𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝑬𝒚𝒆𝒔 (1)

Devil!Hongjoong X fem!reader

Summary: A devil finds himself a pretty angel to have fun with for the night.

WC: 2.3k

CW: Very little plot, smut, a little aftercare

Hongjoong calls the reader: Angel, good girl, (pathetic) slut

Smut warnings: Kissing, degradation, nipple play, manhandling, biting, marking, clit play, choking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, (all reader receiving), protected PIV sex

AN: This is another one I wrote for @malldreamprincess once upon a time, who gave me permission to share it with all of you. 💜 I hope you all enjoy.

If y'all like this, I'll post the second part. 👀

Tag List: @cherrycel @mxnsxngie @malldreamprincess

Few people had them. Those eyes that aren't necessarily evil, but they're not angel eyes either. They're not in a gray area either though. They're entirely unique, with that glitter of mischief and spark of defiance. Especially when that person smiles, and you really see those eyes pop and glow.

Kim Hongjoong. He was a special individual with those devil eyes. They were magic, and depending on the time of day, that was both good and bad. His eyes were the only visible hint that he had any magic in his body. Only when he let it show, however. He could turn it on like a light, his eyes could change and pulse depending on what he wanted. Or needed.

While devil eyes were commonly used in Hell for power, on Earth, humans fell in love with them. Hongjoong learned early on that his devil eyes could get him anyone he wanted. Men, women, anyone. But only if they wanted him back. Hongjoong could stare someone down all he wanted, but if they didn't want it, it didn't work. Most of the time, however, they wanted him.

This particular night, he wants you.

You were on your own at a bar. You'd gone out in an outfit that you knew would attract looks. You wanted someone, and you were making yourself available. You looked around, scanning the people, and someone's eyes met yours.

Gorgeous eyes that could only be devil eyes. Your heart stopped and started again, chills ran over your body. Fucking hell, you thought, and you knew you had to pick him. He had looked like he wanted to devour you, and when he smiled, you closed your legs. That was when he got up from where he was sitting and sauntered over to you.

He leaned against the bar, not breaking eye contact once. He made himself comfortable before he spoke. “I couldn’t help but notice how amazing you look tonight. If I didn’t know better, I'd have thought an angel came down to Earth.” His voice was higher than you expected, but it was silky. He spoke confidently, as if reading from a script he’d practiced. His compliment paired with his voice made you blush.

“Thank you, you also look amazing.” He did, from his eyes to his clothes, he was amazing. He smirked and turned his body more towards you.

"I'm Hongjoong."

You smiled and gave him your name.

"Aw, that's a pretty name.” He repeated your name and it made butterflies tear apart your stomach. "So what are you doing here tonight?"

You wondered if you should be honest. The look in his eyes told you that he wanted the same thing you wanted, but you weren’t sure if you should be so forward. And suddenly, his eyes pulsed in color, and the words fell out of your mouth.

“I’ve been lonely for a few weeks. I was looking for someone to sleep next to again.” Hongjoong’s smirk grew and he moved closer to you.

“I can assist with that, angel,” he whispered. The whisper sent chills down your spine, and as you looked into his devil eyes, you felt the resistance slowly melt away and you were powerless to say no. Not that you wanted to say no anyway, as long as you went home with somebody, that was all you needed.

“Oh can you?” Hongjoong’s eyes flashed again and he smiled bigger.

“Why don’t I take you with me and I’ll show you?” Your cheeks burned red and your thighs had gone numb from chills, but you smiled back and bit your lip.

“Lead the way.”

He held out his hand to you, you took it, and in a matter of minutes, you were on your way to a night with Hongjoong.

Hongjoong took you to a really nice apartment in the better part of the city. You looked around for a few seconds to take it all in. The ceilings were high, with windows that took up most of the back wall, and a living room the size of your whole apartment. It was truly beautiful, and the view of the city out the windows made it better. But you didn't get to look around for long before Hongjoong grabbed you.

He grabbed your hips and pushed you against the wall, getting as close as he could. “I want those pretty eyes on me tonight, okay angel?” You could only nod in answer, all other things left your body. “Good girl.” And he crushed his lips against yours, taking your breath away all in an instant. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer, but also deepened the kiss, and for him to press his tongue against yours lit your body on fire.

His hands snaked up underneath your shirt and up to your chest. You couldn't help the moan that came from you when his hands started roaming over you. He smirked and pulled back only long enough to pull your shirt off. But he stared for a second, taking in what you looked like. You suddenly felt insecure and covered your chest, hiding your face.

"No, don't do that," Hongjoong breathed, pulling your hands away so he could pull off your bra. You whimpered when he did, but you didn't argue when he started playing with your tits. "You're fucking beautiful. Don't hide yourself from me." You nodded and your eyes met again, and he laughed when your eyes rolled back and you could only whimper in response.

And before you realized it, he stopped and put his mouth on them instead. The soft whimpers turned to a yelp, and then you melted in his hands and it was a string of curses and moans. He treated it like the last bit of air on Earth was in your chest, he couldn't get enough. They were beautiful to him.

You gasped out his name, not knowing what it would do. It made him go feral.

Hongjoong pulled away and grabbed onto your hips again, yanking you away from the wall and throwing you onto one of the couches. He got on top of you and pinned your hands above your head.

"I was hoping to make this last a little longer, angel, but I guess you really want it." He leaned back down and he went to your neck, biting down hard. You yelped in pain and tried to move away, but Hongjoong pushed your hands down harder and sunk his teeth in even more. Your eyes watered in pain, but that was when he licked and kissed the bite mark.

He pulled back and surveyed his work before tilting his head to the side. "What, angel? Is Daddy being a little too rough?" You nodded and whimpered in pain, still feeling the soreness in your neck. Hongjoong took one hand and ran his fingers over the bite mark. You shivered at the touch. "I'll be a little more gentle then." Some of the tension in your legs released at that moment.

But you didn't expect him to rip the rest of your clothes off. You shivered when he reached his hand down and ran his fingers along your slit, looking for your little jewel to make you scream. He did tease your entrance a bit, but he was more focused on finding that sweet spot on the outside. He smiled when you yelped and moaned.

"Aww, here we are." He gently rubbed your clit, being slow at first, seeing how exactly he could touch you to make you scream. "You're soaked, angel." He ran his fingers up and down again, biting his lip when he realized just how wet you were. "You'll take my cock just fine." You whimpered at the thought. His eyes lit up and he went back to rubbing your clit.

"Oh you'd like that, wouldn't you, angel? Beg me first, beg for me to fuck you."

You tried to stutter out the words, but Hongjoong was making it difficult, because he'd started rubbing your clit even faster. You knew exactly what to say, but it was so hard to get the words out. Hongjoong laughed and kept going.

"I guess you don't want it that bad-"

You finally spat out the words, begging for him, whimpering and moving your hips up. Hongjoong smiled and pulled his hand away. "Good girl."

He let you go only for a little bit to undress himself. You watched as he pulled off his clothes, your eyes growing wide as you took in the sight of all of him. He laughed when he noticed you were watching him, and hid your face in embarrassment. He climbed back on top of you and made you look at him.

"Remember what I said? Keep your pretty eyes on me." You nodded. "Good girl." He got back up and grabbed something before he sat back. You watched him roll the condom onto his dick before he got back up and on top of you.

"Tell me if it hurts, okay?" You nodded, and he nodded back before he slowly pushed inside you. His eyes rolled back and he let out a soft groan. He grabbed onto you and slowly moved his hips, letting out soft moans and pants.

"Fuck, angel, you feel amazing." And to him, you did. Yes, he said that to every woman he brought back, but with you, he really meant it. It'd been so long since he found someone who'd made him feel this good. He couldn't even speak, he was so overwhelmed. But after a little bit, he got himself under control and he was rough again.

Hongjoong wrapped his hand around your throat and leaned close to your face. "Look at you, you're such a little mess. Go on, scream my name. See what happens."

So you did, you arched your back and moaned out his name. It made those devil eyes pulse and roll back, and he slammed into you harder and gripped your throat tighter.

"Again," he growled out. "Say it again."

You barely got it out, but that made it better, and he went even harder than before. He abused that spot deep inside you and made you scream and tear up. For him, he was in fucking heaven. Hearing you scream his name while he was deep inside you, using your body, he felt like he'd explode from all the feeling. But he kept himself together as best he could.

"You love this, don't you? Having someone use up your worthless cunt? Go on, scream, show Daddy how good it feels."

Hongjoong laughed when you couldn't speak. You were so overwhelmed and overstimulated already, you felt like you could cum already. He was determined to make you cum over and over again, until he was all done with you. He knew you could take it. He had that feeling.

You did cum only shortly after, and he knew that you did. He felt you tense up around him and knew what that distinct scream meant. He smiled and leaned back to rub your clit. By doing that, you felt like he sent you to another dimension.

But he loved seeing you overstimulated and being a pathetic mess in his hands.

"You pathetic little slut, you already came, huh?" He laughed, and it turned into a growl. "Then hold on, angel, because Daddy's not gonna stop any time soon."

And your legs began to shake, violently. Your body couldn't handle all the shakes and tremors, but he still didn't stop. He was close, but he wasn't there yet. The sight of you being a fucking mess, sobbing and screaming, shaking, the constant tightening of your walls on his cock…

He was gonna stop soon, because he couldn't last long like this.

You watched him as he got closer and closer, his eyes rolling back, when he gripped onto you harder, when his thrusts got sloppy and he was panting heavily. He eventually dropped his head into your neck and gripped onto your hair, chasing down the release he desired. Those growls from earlier were now desperate groans and gasps, and you swore you heard a soft whimper right when he was at the edge.

"Mm-Oh fuck-" Hongjoong rolled his eyes back as he came inside you, stifling the whimpers and covering them up with growls. He pulled your hair and pushed as deep inside you as he could while he rode it out.

And once it was over, you both sat for a minute, letting your bodies recover. You both were panting heavily, drenched in sweat, hair a mess. But you both felt fucking incredible.

Hongjoong finally pulled back and got up to throw away the condom, stumbling a bit as he did. You sat up and did your best to get your breath back. Hongjoong looked over his shoulder at you from where he was, and there was a strange pang of guilt in his chest at seeing you so tired.

He came back over to you with a glass of water. You looked up at him quizzically, but he just held it out to you. You gratefully took it and drank it all in one go. He smiled before sitting back down next to you.

"You can stay for the night, if you want. I have rooms you can stay in, and you can eat any of the food I have." You stared and blinked at him in surprise.

"Are you sure?"

"Of course." Hongjoong looked you up and down. "You don't seem to be in any condition to take yourself anywhere." You looked down at yourself and realized he was right.

"Well, then thank you."

"You're welcome."

And as you looked back at him, those devil eyes flashed again.

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𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗬𝗖𝗟𝗘𝗗 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗗𝗨𝗦𝗧 k. hj

김홍중 | playboy!kim hongjoong x afab!reader smut, light angst, fluff

synopsis: much like recycled stardust, no matter how far you drift from hongjoong, you'll always find your way back into his arms.

cw: university!au, deliberate lower case, smut, angst, fluffy ending, reader has feminine attributes, ex boyfie joong, push-and-pull kind of relationship, it's not toxicity i promise, hongjoong's a little bit ooc, brief mentions of alcohol/drugs, making out, pet names (baby, princess, joong(ie)), empty threats

wc: 5.7k

𝗮/𝗻: first tumblr fic ! this might be kind of messy ?? i'm still in the learning process of everything lol inspired by: i'm yours (isabel larosa)

sw: unprotected sex, switch!joong, switch! reader, desperate make up sex/kind of hate sex?, praise kink, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, i really did try to start this blog off with a soft fic but i couldn't help myself

"-you'll come, right?"

just a normal interaction, is what you kept telling yourself. it's nothing special, nowhere near the sort. just a conversation. nothing out of the ordinary.

that's what it would have been if kim hongjoong, your ex boyfriend, hadn't been the one to stop you in the middle of the road to convince you it'd be a good idea to attend his party next saturday. because i mean come on. sex? alcohol? ket? shrooms? please. that's child's play.

but how he's so relaxed around you cognisant of the long history the two of you share, you'll never know.

"i would but.." your witless muttering isn't doing anything for you other than digging your grave. his keen gaze makes your palms sweat; is it the comical height difference or the general attention he seems to be adamant to give you?

"come on," he whines. "i could convince anyone else in the world other than you to go. why do you always make it so difficult?" "not my thing," you should know that, is what you would have liked to add. "sorry." making tracks however, obviously wasn't justifiable in his books. immediately reaching for your wrist, you don't make it much further than two steps before he locks you back in his gaze.

"come on, y/n," "i don't-" "please? i'd really like you to be there." your eyes snap up to his, and the way he looks at you so enticingly makes you want to crawl up into a ball and die.

you hate the fact that he has you in the palm of his hand. especially because he knows it too.

"my ass." you mumble, shoving past another group of people. you're sweating, trying to weave yourself through the crowds of intoxicated young adults mingling, drinking and swaying to the music. you hate it. you hate it so much it's unbearable.

your friends squeeze you into a mini dress and cake you in makeup, just to leave you five minutes into the party to fuck some junkie they'll never talk to ever again. and kim hongjoong? he's nowhere to be found.

your entire being reverberates in time with the heavy bass line of whatever fusion afro beats were playing in the living room. in times like these, the kitchen becomes your safe haven; surrounded by countless bottles of alcohol for you to mix and match as you wish, only seeing the occasional person enter who'd greet you and refill their cup.

you wince when you begin to find the music has become much more bass accelerated, and you decide you need a breather. you would have guessed hongjoong would have retreated upstairs with a girl by now. you guess wrong, however, when your eyes briefly meet his in the midst of the sea of bodies.

his eyes are wide, puppy like, vivid colours reflecting in his pupils. he looks at you expectantly, ignoring the people trying to catch his recognition left and right. he opens his mouth, as if about to say something, before a girl tugs on his arm, sidetracking his attention again.

you keep your head low, shaking it as you run a hand through your hair. you make it through the living room, the foyer through to the dining room, and make a quick move to lock yourself in the bathroom noticing it's vacancy.

the door acts as a soundproof wall, concealing you from all the commotion, the chaos. what was the point of showing up anyway? you had false hope - nothing was going to happen between the two of you even if you got down on your hands and knees and begged.

in truth, kim hongjoong is a coward. it doesn't matter how hard he tries to deny it, it's simply his thing. he makes a move, poised and mighty. but once the conviction begins to fade he shrivels into nothing more than a drop in the ocean, and hides his uneasiness by picking up another side chick. one moment he loves you, the next, he doesn't.

you shake your head, hands resting on either side of the sink. your heart is racing rapidly, and you feel pathetic. you feel pathetic because you know that your cheeks are red because of him. your palpitating heart is because of him. your thighs pressing together is all because of him.

you hate him, is what you keep telling yourself. you hate him and his reckless actions, his arrogance, his popularity, his likeability, his devilish smile, his handsome face, his perfect body- fuck. that's not it. you don't hate him. you hate how much you love him, how deeply you fell for his charms.

your index finger drags along your aegyo sal, wiping away smudged mascara and eyeliner. your eyes settle in the mirror dragging over your worn expression, and you sigh. it'd probably be best if you left before it got too late.

you jump slightly when there are a few desperate bangs at the door. "c'mon! gotta fuckin' piss-" you snatch your phone from the shelf, frantically unlocking the door and pushing it open, running off before you could face any confrontation.

maybe you were just a coward too.

you immediately approach the adjacent door which leads to the garden. reaching for the handle, you swing it open and slam it closed behind you before anyone else could follow. your back rests against the cool glass, and you exhale softly, finally being able to find some peace and quiet in the midst of the clamour.

you catch your breath, pulling out your phone from your back pocket and opening it to call an uber.

"i was almost convinced you weren't gonna show."

your eyes clamp shut. make it a nightmare. make it some sort of weird twisted dream. maybe someone spiked your drink - perhaps you were just hallucinating.

you blink once, twice, before hongjoong's index finger catches your chin. "hey. look at me." you can barely pick out his features, the dim lights emitting from the inside of his dining room just barely illuminating his cheekbones. "stop-.. running, from me.." he sighs out at the sight of your uncomfortable facial expression, thumb brushing against your bottom lip. he continues, before you can stop to think, "i try to talk to you, we give it a go, you regret ever giving it a go and run off, and this whole cycle repeats itself." his hands drift to your shoulders, down your sides before finding welfare on your hips. "and i don't think that's fair.."

his soft and rich tone makes your shoulders relax, and your head leans back, gently bumping against the door. "talk to me." you pull yourself together and shake your head, pushing him off you. "you talk like it's just me doing all the running. that's pretty ballsy coming from you," the way he looks at you tells you he knows that. better than anyone else. "and why does it matter anyway. go back inside, it's your party. bet your side chick's already waiting for you."

to your dismay, his hands reach for you again. he ignores your snarky comments, hands coming up to cup your cheeks, forehead bumping against yours. his eyes are large; doe-like. they're nothing short of innocent, but you're not blind to the small flames kindling within his pupils.

"i want to know why you're ignoring me. why you've stopped loving me so abruptly." his eyes fall shut and his eyelashes tickle your forehead. "otherwise i might have to make you tell me.." he tilts his head ever so slightly, soft, pillowy lips brushing against yours. "hongjoong.." your voice only comes out in the form of a whisper, and it makes hongjoong nod softly. "shh baby.. i've got you, it's okay."

"i don't-" "what happened, y/n? just abruptly telling me you're breaking up with me and then avoiding me for weeks on end isn't you. you're better than this!" "you're not right for me, hongjoong!" shit. that came out wrong. like that, the flames in his pupils douse. hongjoong's shoulders droop and his hands fall, but his eyes stay glued to yours. "no," you shake your head, rephrasing. "i'm not right for you."

"what makes- what makes you say that?" "listen to me closely, hongjoong." he wished you'd use his name in a brighter light. "i'm not right for you." "you're repeating the same shit but you're not telling me what it fucking means!" he rips away from you, a hand tugging through his hair. "what the fuck happened?! i thought we were doing well i-, i made sure you knew i loved you and i tried to make time for you-" "that's my problem! you're too busy- you've got no time for me! you've got dance, singing, producing, all these fucking parties! where does that leave me? does it make me love you any less? no! but i can't afford to be neglected by you!"

hongjoong's mouth opens and closes like a fish, trying to wrack his brain for something- anything! but deep down he knows you're right. he's busy, he can barely catch a break. and then off he goes throwing parties when he should be spending time with you. but somehow, 90% of what you say goes through one ear and out the other-

"you still, love.. me?" you scoff. "of course i do. but i just.. think it's better if you move on an-" "why do i have to move on when i haven't lost anything?" a smile grows on his face, and he grips your wrists excitedly. "i- i thought you hated me! and-" "are you not grasping anything i'm saying right now!" you yell over his excited yapping. "i'm saying!-" he quiets down to a soft pause. "-..you need to find someone who suits your needs better."

you barely register his sudden movements as he bursts forward, taking your cheeks in his hands as he slams his lips against yours. his eyes roll back as he sighs into your mouth. god how he's missed the feeling. he presses his body flush against yours, revelling in the feeling of, well, you. your addictive lips, your sleek hair, your compelling curves, he basks in you.

you try to break away, but your body seems to have other plans, arching into him. "hongjoong-" it's not longer than a second before he once again encapsulates your lips with his. you try to make out a sentence between desperate kisses. "we- .. we- shouldn't-" his front teeth graze your bottom lip, and he pulls you nice and tight against him, just the way you like it.

you would have made more of an effort to flee if it didn't feel so fucking good. his hands never cease to wander your body like it's an uncharted island in the pacific ocean. if they're not massaging your waist, they're sliding up and down your exposed back. if they're not sliding up and down your exposed back, they're groping your ass. he just can't get enough of you- of how intoxicating you are.

"hongjoong for fucks sak-" "shh." he smirks softly against your lips. he knows that bit by bit, little by little, you're giving in to him. or more, the idea of him. you melt into his hold, whining a little at an attempt to show your frustration. but he just coos mockingly, taking your hands in his and pinning them above your head. your right leg naturally hikes up against his hip, and he holds it in place with his vacant hand. "so good for me," his lips part and he kisses your nose. "such a good girl."

you can't believe this is happening. you're internally sour, trying to search for any reason left in this bottomless pit of lust you're drowning in. you can feel it rising inside of you, and it'll swallow you up eventually.

you don't think you've ever wanted him so bad. in fact, you don't think you've ever wanted anyone as badly as you do right now. you have to have him. otherwise it might just eat you alive.

"do you want-.." he's breathless, making sure your eyes never leave his. he's stuttering over his words, suddenly finding himself shrink under your gaze; it almost makes you smile. "uh- no pressure, by the way i-" your finger gently drags along the surface of his lip, deep red nail getting caught in the dip between them. you whisper softly, pulling him in for a soft kiss. "let's go."

sneaking away could have definitely been easier if hongjoong didn't always blatantly stick out like a neon highlighter in a tub of black markers. man of the hour or not, he can't help being stopped and pinched into conversations left and right and your patience is thinning. "hongjoong.." you mumble, and he nods profusely towards you in apology, excusing himself to his mates and bidding them a good night.

"aye! hongjoong, over here!" "hey guys!-" you pinch his elbow, pressing your lips to his ear. "go over to one more person and you'll get it." he feels himself twitch in his pants, but he just rolls his eyes and smiles at you with a satirising tone. "c'mon babe!~ it's 3RACHA! i can't just ignore 3RACHA!" he tries to shake away the thoughts nagging him to turn back in his head, releasing his arm from your wrist and jogging towards them. so much for not neglecting me. your tongue pokes the inside of your cheek, and you swing back around, making a beeline for the stairwell.

you're aware of hongjoong's strict rule of the second floor being prohibited during parties, but regardless of it you sneak past the numerous couples humping one another in the hallway, climbing the stairs up to his bedroom.

you exhale softly with your forehead pressed to the door, hand resting on the golden handle. you shouldn't be this nervous. it's only been a few months, you used to spend more time here than you did in your own apartment. but once you step into the room and shut the door, the overwhelming scent of him leaves you dumbfounded. your shaky hand drifts to the handle in a moment of diffidence, but you shake your head, and do nothing more than wipe your sweaty hands on the fabric of your dress.

you kick off your heels, feet dragging along the the off-grey carpet flooring as you trail over to his king sized bed. the satin sheets are cold against your lower thighs, and your hands gently grip the lush material. your eyes drift over his walls as you slip your arms out of the sleeves of your dress: his desk, his wardrobe, nothing had changed. however, what does catch your eye is a bottle of your signature perfume on his shelf, nearing its last millilitres.

you have your suspicions, bringing his pillow up to your nose. you sigh softly at the faint smell of your perfume lingering all over it. you haven't used that brand since you were last here all those months ago. you shimmy off the rest of your dress leaving you in your red lace lingerie, and you stride over to the shelf and pick up the small glass bottle. you flick the cap off with your thumb, and spritz the scented spray all over your body and the sheets.

laying back into the duvet, you feel your core throb with wanting and need as the aged memories invade your mind. your hands wander, just like his. they trace your curves the way he would, almost like it's muscle memory. "mh, joong.." you whisper to yourself as your back arches off of the mattress, unhooking your bra and tossing it to the side.

your hands fondle your breasts, and you let out the softest moan as your thumbs brush over your perky nipples. "hongjoong.." you whine the tiniest bit louder, hands hooking into your underwear and sliding them down your spread legs. sighing, your index and middle finger slip themselves between your folds, pushing them apart and lathering your wetness all over the digits. they slowly trace around your clit as you snatch your phone from the bedside table.

you would have never thought you'd be doing this again, but you open his archived chat left inactive for 5 months and click the camera in the bottom left corner. this was risky, and you'd be most likely to regret it. but nonetheless you begin recording, and whine softly into the phone. you feign innocence, pinching your clit softly between your fingers before you insert them both inside you. you gasp as you release an over exaggerated moan before hitting the send button.

you wait with a satisfied look on your face, watching one tick turn into two, from grey to blue. at that, your phone is forgotten, and your eyes flutter closed as you give your undivided attention to yourself.

hongjoong is becoming desperate. having to act like he didn't almost cream his pants at the sight of your wet pussy through his phone screen was tougher than he had originally imagined. he tucks his phone into his back pocket, trying to subtly adjust the baggy jeans hanging on his hips. while jisung and changbin eagerly talk to him, his eyes daintily drift to the side, catching seonghwa's gaze from the pool table.

seonghwa tilts his head, and hongjoong pats the side of his leg before tucking his index, middle and ring finger into his palm to form a phone sign. he holds it for two seconds before focusing back on the conversation he's having.

he thanks seonghwa indebtedly when it doesn't take much more than a blink of an eye before his phone vibrates in his back pocket. "sorry, i have to take this," he's apologetic, gesturing towards his phone. "have a good night guys!" he gives seonghwa a pat on the shoulder as he passes by, and seonghwa returns the gesture with a wink.

he can't resist himself as he walks through the hallway, opening the video again and feeling his cock throb violently in the confines of his jeans. he practically sprints up the stairs when you send another text: "you better hurry up or i'm leaving." it was a lie, obviously. hongjoong knew it too. but that didn't stop him from becoming overly eager.

he bursts through the door, eyes almost bulging out of their sockets at the sight of three fingers plunging in and out of your pussy, presented proudly out in the open for only his eyes to see, the erotic squelching sounds become apparent when he closes the door: "what took you so long," you sigh out accompanied by a breathy moan. "i'm sorry baby." he mumbles, already reaching for his belt as he kneels at the bed, unbuckling it and tossing it to the side.

"you should be," you pull your fingers out, using your clean hand to pull him into a sloppy, open mouthed, all teeth and saliva, kiss. "i'm expecting compensations." he pulls back with a grin, tugging his black tank top over his head. "of course, princess."

his knees straddle your hips, leaning down to press open mouthed kisses to your neck. with his jeans already hanging so low on his hips, your feet make a move to slide them off to his ankles, he finishes the job off, discarding them on the floor. the beautiful, overbearing scent of your perfume makes him shiver, and he grips the sheets on either side of you, striving ever so hard as not to completely lose control of himself. he wants to take this slowly with you, enjoy the moment of finally having you back in his arms again.

or at least that's what he would have liked, but it seems you had other plans. "so, you gonna fuck me or what?" you exhale, arching up into him when his lips find your pebbled nipple, suckling gently as his hand gropes your unattended tit. he supposes he could wait to take it slow another time.

"patience," he grins, drifting down to your pelvis, deciding this is where he wanted to leave his mark. "let me take care of you, sweetheart." he nips, sucks, kisses, littering red, lip sized marks all over your pubic bone, making sure they would last at least a few days. your hand reaches down to grip his gelled back hair, and he groans softly as you tug on the strands. your legs spread as he makes himself comfortable between them, and he swears he almost cums in his boxers when your ankle moves to the back of his head, violently shoving him into your wet pussy.

he moans out, arms wrapping around your thighs as his lips make contact with your clit. you taste better than he ever remembers. sweet yet salty, flavourful, delicious. "mmh, that's good.." you whisper softly, and the praise makes hongjoong ever the more motivated to pleasure you. "am i good for you baby?" you grin and nod softly. "so good." he smirks and coats his index and middle finger in your slick before pushing them into your already stretched out hole.

and you know the second that his fingers, longer than yours, push and curl into you combined with his tongue lapping away at your clit, that you won't last long. more of your slick drips out and onto hongjoong's hand; you can't remember the last time you were so desperate. "missed you so much baby." he whines out, unable to resist rolling his hips once, twice, into the mattress, trying to alleviate the aching in his boxers. "so- so good hongjoong- shit," you stutter out in between gasps and whines, feeling that familiar pit in your pelvis when his fingers drill themselves against your g-spot.

the long suck to your nub that follows straight after is what throws you over the edge. you're just tinkering on the edge of an orgasm, and you know it when your legs begin to shake. "hongjoong! hongjoong- please! oh god- oh fuck i'm cumming," you thrash around, legs wrapping themselves around his head and suffocating him in your pussy.

hongjoong feels his hard cock positively twitch and leak like a broken faucet as translucent, salty liquid leaks out of you and onto his stuck out tongue. he hums appreciatively, chest puffing up with pride when he realises he made you cum with just his fingers and tongue. faster than ever before, too. he makes the lewdest slurping sounds with his tongue, drinking you up as if he were a feral, famished man. at this point, he might as well be one.

"good?" he asks with a toothy smile, his sharp canines peaking out through his swollen lips. "so good. so good for me, joongie.." you whisper to him, running a hand through his hair before tightening it, curling and tugging him towards you. his lips meet yours in a kiss much gentler than any of the ones exchanged earlier, and you can taste yourself on his tongue. your hands reach down to feel around the wet patch of his pre-cum on the front of his boxers, and you make a fast move to tug them down his legs, tossing them to the side before pulling him into your arms. "think you deserve a reward, baby?"

he nods so eagerly, you swear you see a tail wagging behind him as he hums keenly. "yeah?" you croon, enjoying watching him become desperate to please you and himself too. he doesn't even make an effort to hide how eager he is to slip into you and fall into a deep abyss of euphoria, brain filled with nothing other than praise and pleasure - and maybe a little white noise too. "what does my baby want?"

"to cum.." he mumbles, leaning down to nibble at your neck while his cold fingers drift down to where he had left his bruises on you, tracing them lovingly. it was almost primal, to him. to see you marked up. it reminded him that you truly did belong to him. "wan' make you cum too- wanna cum inside.." he twitches when your hand comes to wrap around the base of his cock. "i'm so fuckin' hard.. i wanna fuck you so fuckin' bad, baby." he begs breathlessly, thrusting up into your hand for more friction.

"you're so lucky i love you," you mutter under your breath, and his breath hitches as his dick simultaneously twitches in response. his stomach erupts into butterflies, but he tries to suppress the mushy feelings for the post-orgasm conversation he knows he'll end up having with you whether you like it or not.

"you really are just leaking aren't you? so messy." you tease, thumb swiping over his slit and he curls into you with a hiss, eyes falling shut. "sensitive today, are we?" you mumble, twisting your fist around his cock head again to draw another reaction from him. "been hard all day," he admits, head falling into the crook of your neck. "wanted to wait so i could fuck you." you shake your head with a chuckle. "so bold to automatically assume i'd let you fuck me."

hongjoong honestly believes he sees the gates of the afterlife appear in front of him when he finally feels your wet heat press against his cock. you drag your folds up and down the base of him, using a mixture of your cum, slick and his leftover saliva to lubricate him. "w-well i'm here now, aren't- aren't i?" you sigh, guiding his tip to your sopping hole. "eh, i guess so." your palms rest against his back when you slam his hips down onto you in one harsh movement. hongjoong's breath is knocked out of him at the unexpected movement, and his fingers grip your hips as he whines loud. "oh fuck-!"

you've missed him so badly. skin to skin, lips to lips, heart to heart, you have him fully. you hum, head dropping back into the satin pillows. "that's it.. i've missed you, joong. missed this big cock so much." you don't think your cunt could ever get used to the delicious stretch his cock provides you with, with or without fingers beforehand. he just reaches that particular spot inside you that nobody else ever could, and it drives you absolutely mad with adoration.

but what snaps you out of your bliss is that you realise hongjoong has no plans of moving. his head just stays dipped into the crook of your neck, hands gripping your waist so hard the skin will positively bruise, panting hard. "hello?" you mumble, poking the side of his head. he grumbles out something unintelligible, and it makes you sigh, propping yourself up onto your elbows. "this pussy's not gonna fuck itself, is it?" your question is more rhetorical, but it makes hongjoong wince. "c-can't." his voice is strained, and you have an idea of why, yet you still choose to prod further. "what do you mean, 'you can't'?"

"feels too good.." he whispers, and you grin. admittedly, hongjoong is indeed, a very busy man. jobs, producing, lectures, dance classes, clubs, parties, he's everywhere doing everything all at once. but the most critical aspect of it all, was that he was loyal to you. he hadn't kissed, touched, or fucked a single other person since he last had you, holding onto that small slither of hope that he could win you back when the time was right.

that, however, now leaves him in a sticky - no pun intended - situation where he knows that if he doesn't pull himself together, he'll drain his balls within minutes of fucking you. "oh? poor baby.." you feign innocence, just for a few seconds before your legs wrap around his hips, beginning to grind up onto him in search of your own friction. "that's too bad."

hongjoong yelps, trying to ground himself by fisting his duvet into a death grip, little whimpers making it past his sealed lips. your hands take a hold of his hips, aiding you in your movements. "you gonna help me now, or what?" you grit out, and all he can do is shake his head frantically, bottom lip jutted out into a pout. "i- i'll cum baby- i can't!-" "so what? cum or not, we're not stopping until i do." he exhales shakily.

"so are you gonna be a good? or will i have to go find someone else who can fuck me right?" hongjoong grits his teeth, shaking his head and putting all of his body weight on you until you come to a stop, he experiments, thrusting up once, twice, before mumbling a soft: "okay.". you rub his back gently, whispering in return: "come on.."

the sudden snap of his hips catches you off guard. you squeak, hands frantically reaching for his biceps to ground yourself. "shit! th- that's it hongjoong! ngh-" he nods frantically, yanking your knees up to your chest to thrust even deeper. he groans, eyes squeezing shut as he tries not to focus on how gorgeous you look beneath him, or how slick the sounds between you are, or how good your pussy feels, or how badly he wants to fucking cum.

he sets a brutal pace, balls slapping against your ass with every deep, meaningful thrust into you. "atta boy.. ohh baby i-" you gasp out, feeling the pad of hongjoong's thumb press down on your clit, rubbing up and down in synchronisation with his thrusts.

he pants hard and desperately it's almost concerning, lips parted and drool dripping from the corner of his mouth as he buries his head deep into the crook of your neck. you arch up into him, breasts pressing flush against his bare chest. your rhythmic clenching, the borderline salacious amount of wetness inside of you, the raking of your nails on his back, it's almost too much for him.

the longer he pursues you, the more he realises that he in fact, cannot wait, and will cum. he had tried not to too early, truly! but he had been close the second he walked into the damn room, and the amount of different versatile sensations he has no choice but to feel drive him over the edge. "baby- i can't- i can't i-" your legs wrap themselves around his hips, locking him in. "it's okay baby. go on. cum for me. fill me up."

with that, he's gone. you don't think you've ever seen him behave this way in the years you've known him. "oh godd yes- yes yes yes-" he's lewd, and he puts professional pornography to shame. the way he presents himself is obscene, head thrown back, eyes rolled into them. a staggered groan escapes him as he comes undone, his seed flowing inside of you as he gently rocks his hips, knuckles whiter than white with the pressure he's putting on the pillows either side of your head. you guide him through his orgasm, petting his hair softly.

his back glistens with beads of sweat among the moles and freckles dotted along his shoulder blades, and they flex as his arms slowly yet surely move to wrap around your torso. he exhales, nuzzling into you as he catches his forfeited breaths back.

you supposed that if he were unable to continue, it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. it was even between the two of you now, and you were both correspondingly satisfied. you reach down and grip the base of him that isn't enveloped inside of you, and can't even begin to attempt to suppress the grin on your face when you realise he's still hard. "not satisfied yet, are you?"

he's about to defend himself, promise you he's not as filthy as he presents himself to be. but there's no need for it, seeing as you give him no time to rest before you climb on top of him, and start rocking your hips. and honest to god, hongjoong has absolutely no idea what to do with himself.

he's being used like a toy, and he loves it. but at the same time he isn't sure if you want him to help you or if he should take it, so many thoughts rushing through his mind but in reality he's just trying to stall so he doesn't cum again. he's a ragdoll in your arms, the pleasure he had been feeling a few seconds ago returning in an instant with a new found sensitivity, your pussy even wetter with his cum. he ever so desperately wanted to take back the dominance between the two of you, he knew he could do it. but the most he could do to even voice a reaction was curse loudly, cry out and throw his head back.

he takes it back. completely. there was no way he could do anything other than accept it without any objections. it was everything he had ever wanted and more, there was nothing going on in his mind other than perpetual euphoria.

"fuck i'm close," you whisper, cursing in approval when hongjoong's index and middle finger work at your clit in time with your bounces. "c-cum for me? cum for me baby?" hongjoong's eyes brim with tears, a mix of sentimentality and overstimulation. you nod frantically, finally letting the knot in your gut come loose, letting out a wail as your orgasm washes over you.

he whines softly at the feeling of you gushing around him, and he cums a second time. he fills you up again with a groan through gritted teeth, in smaller spurts with less amount than the first. you pant, falling limp on top of him with a grunt. "that was good," you hum, hand moving to trace his collarbone.

hongjoong's arms come to encircle around your waist, pressing you close to his chest as he begins to soften inside of you, making no move to pull out. he kisses your temple, one of his hands moving to the back of your head, caressing your dishevelled head of hair. hongjoong has never felt such relief as he does holding you, your body feeling just right with his, and he can't help but think to himself..

"i love you." he blurts out. the confession is rushed, panicked and hesitant. you feel his body tense up the moment he registers he's said it, but you just smile against his chest, poking him in the rib. "you're okay i guess." not getting the answer he wants, he groans. "princess.." his tone is whiny, and you giggle, sitting up to plant a passionate kiss to his lips.

"i'm joking, joong. i love you too."

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daemour · 2 months

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Promise - Hongjoong

Part of Anthology

Every two weeks, I will post a drabble (and sometimes longer) alongside a prompt that went with it. The prompts may be songs, scenarios, or more.

M: Hongjoong

Wc: 1874

Warnings: Cursing, arguments

Genre: angst, some fluff, hurt/minimal comfort, e for everyone, established relationship

Summary: An argument with your boyfriend turns into something worse, and you're not sure how to come back from it

Hongjoong works hard, it’s not hard to see. He spends all his time in the studio whenever there’s a comeback, a tour, or an event. It’s commendable, and you love him for it, but it also wears down on your relationship. It’s the fifth time he’s come home late this week, and the other two days he just didn’t show up, sleeping on the work couch. You tried to bring up your worries as peacefully as possible, honest you did. But sleep-deprived and stressed-out Hongjoongs are not known for their patience.

“Hongjoong, I’m just trying to make sure you take care of yourself.” You’re done with this argument, but it appears your boyfriend is not.

“I don’t need you to do that, (Y/N),” Hongjoong bites back. “I’m a grown adult and I can make my own decisions.”

You shake your head, exasperated. “I didn’t imply you were anything else, but why don’t you try acting like a grown adult then?” You’re definitely not helping the argument end, but at this point, you’re quite annoyed at him. “You can’t not take care of yourself and then get mad at me for worrying. I’m not your parent, so stop making me baby you.”

“Then fucking leave,” Hongjoong’s voice comes out cold and you recoil. The two of you have had your fair share of fights, as all couples do, but never before had Hongjoong used that tone on you. No matter how angry he was at you, he wouldn’t ever speak to you like a pest in his life, nor has he ever cursed at you in a serious manner.

“Fine. Fuck you too, then,” you hiss, tears filling your eyes. Without another word, you spin on your heel and leave him standing in the middle of the living room by himself.

As you head down the street with nothing but your phone, you start to regret your decision. It would’ve been more safe and just as impactful if you locked yourself in the bedroom for a few hours. It’s windy and the fall air has a chill to it, and as if to prove your point, you feel drops of rain on the top of your head. As soon as you duck under the roof of a nearby convenience store, it starts to pour and you roll your eyes angrily, the bad weather not helping your anger at all.

After letting the anger stew in your gut for a minute, you pull out your phone with a sigh. You debate calling Hongjoong, but you’re still sore from the fight and would much rather eat grated cardboard than be stuck in a car with him. Your friends are not an option because they’d immediately notice your anger and you can’t tell them about your relationship with Hongjoong, nor do they know you’re even in a relationship in general. So you call the next best option.

“(Y/N)?” What’s up?” Understandably, Wooyoung's voice is full of confusion. You have all of the Ateez members’ numbers in case of emergency, but you’ve never needed to call them aside from Seonghwa once. “Is everything okay?”

“I’m sorry to call you out of the blue, but I got caught in the rain after an argument with Hongjoong and I don’t really want to be in a car with him right now.”

Wooyoung sighs. “I told Seonghwa it was a bad idea to let Hongjoong go home all pissed,” he mutters to himself or another member, you don’t know. “I’ll be right there, okay? Send me your location.”

“Yeah. Thank you,” you sniff and end the call, not wanting to seem even more pitiful than you already feel. One text from Hongjoong glares at your face. ‘This is Yunho. Come back when the storm ends.’ With a scoff, you delete the notification and huffily enter the convenience store.

One iced tea later, Wooyoung walks in, San tagging behind him to no one's surprise. “(Y/N),” San greets you with a smile and it hits you that Hongjoong hadn’t smiled once at you the entire time he was home that day. “Are you doing all right?”

At the kindness you miss seeing from Hongjoong, you break down. San and Wooyoung immediately surround you, wrapping you in their arms and ushering you to the car where you can cry in peace. Once you’ve calmed down enough, you explain everything with the occasional hiccup and sniffle. “I shouldn’t have pushed him, but he’s never said that to me before,” you end with a groan and let your head fall on the back of the passenger seat.

“No, yeah, that was out of line for him to say,” Wooyoung says and San makes a noise of agreement. “I get being tired, we all are and he has worked extra hard, but he shouldn’t take it out on you. He knew he was frustrated, and he should’ve taken some space or even asked you for some space more politely.”

“It wasn’t your fault, (Y/N). You weren’t looking to argue, it only escalated because he snapped,” San reassures you.

You sigh, nodding miserably when your phone dings. This time, Yunho texts you from his own phone. ‘Come back soon…he’s worried and so he’s angrier’ and it’s followed by a couple of emojis. You frown. “Should I go back? Yunho is with him and says he’s angrier cus he’s worried.”

San and Wooyoung exchange a look before Wooyoung speaks up, turning the key in the ignition. “Tell you what, we’ll go with you and if Hongjoong acts out of pocket again, we’ll bring him back to the dorm and get a manager noona to stay the night with you.” And as much as you don’t want to inconvenience one of their staff, you also don’t want to be left alone in the apartment and you begrudgingly agree.

When you walk back in the door, you see Hongjoong pacing the floor with Yunho on the couch attempting to placate him. “Hey guys,” he waves and you smile back and mouth a ‘thank you’ just as Hongjoong registers Yunho’s words.

“Where were you?” Hongjoong whirls around and glares.

“I left, just like you told me to, Joong. Are you ready to to talk like adults now?”

“Don’t lecture me when you went gallivanting into the rain with your holier-than-thou attitude,” Hongjoong starts to argue again but San’s low, dangerous voice interrupts.

“Finish that thought and you’ll have more pressing things to worry about, hyung. You’re coming back to the dorm. Now.”

Hongjoong scoffs. “You can’t kick me out of my own apartment,” he glowers, crossing his arms.

You’ve had quite enough. “They can’t but I can. Get out, Hongjoong. You’ve relentlessly insulted me and I do not deserve the attitude you think I do. Go to the dorms and cool down and don’t come back until you’re ready to act your age. The lease is in my name, I can and will kick you out right now, Kim Hongjoong.”

You’re tired, and you exit the room without another word, slamming the bedroom door behind you. You hear murmurs in the hallway and the faint noise of footsteps fades. A knock sounds on your door and you recognise Yunho’s voice. “I’m sorry about him, (Y/N). He’s been testy for the past few weeks. I called our manager to come and I’ll leave once she gets here. Take care of yourself and I beg of you, please don’t hate him.”

His voice fades and you can’t bring yourself to say anything. Your thoughts swirl in your head, confusion, hurt, all of the above. And once you hear the quiet mumblings of Yunho and the manager silence, you let the tears spill out of your eyes and you fall asleep soon after.

When you awaken the sun is up and you can hear the manager talking with someone in quiet tones. You’re somewhat sure of who it is, but you’re not sure you want to deal with that. It appears you’re going to have to, however, as the door closes and you hear familiar footsteps walking down the hall. Grumpily, you cover yourself with the blanket and do your best to pretend to sleep.

“(Y/N)? Can we talk?” You don’t grace him with a response but he’s known you for too long to fall for your acting. “I know you’re awake.”

“There’s not much to talk about,” you mumble under your breath but he hears you anyway and the bed dips as he sits beside your body.

"There's a lot to talk about, (Y/N)," Hongjoong's voice is quiet. "Let me lead with this—I'm sorry."

You tighten your grip on the covers. "Are you sorry or are you just trying to suck up to me? This isn't something we can just gloss over."

Hongjoong laughs sullenly. "Yes, Seonghwa made sure I understood that clearly," he sighs and you can't help but smile to yourself at the thought of Seonghwa reprimanding his leader. "You know, Jongho threatened me?"

You manage a chuckle. "That I can believe."

A hand rests on where he guessed your head to be and you don't shake off the touch. "But aside from that, I really am sorry. I had no right to take my anger out on you or lash out, especially like that. You didn't deserve that." Hongjoong still speaks softly, solemnly. "I know I hurt you and I promise to do all I can to remedy that."

You pull the covers down a little to peek at him. "My anger waned a while ago, Joong. I'm more hurt than anything and I hope for your sake and mine that you never do it again."

Hongjoong nods and you can see the sincerity in his eyes. "I promise you, I'll hold you tight always."

Bonus:

"Hongjoong, I hope you know how immensely disappointed I am in you. " Seonghwa's glare and his crossed arms are what greet Hongjoong at the entrance into the dorm. Hongjoong groans but Seonghwa just shakes his head and the leader silences. "For someone chosen to be a leader, you do a shit job under stress."

"I know you're mad, but you will give me respect," Hongjoong hisses at the sound of Seonghwa cursing, but the oldest member tsks.

"Well, now you know exactly what you put poor (Y/N) through, and she handled it a hell of a lot better than you did." The rest of the members' heads peek around the corner to stare at the rare sight of Hongjoong getting scolded and the leader has half a mind to tell them off but Seonghwa's having none of that. "I want you to ruminate on the damage you caused to your relationship, and apologise first thing in the morning. (Y/N) loves you, Hongjoong, and you better work hard to prove you deserve it."

At Seonghwa's tone, Hongjoong finally slips out of the daze he's been in all day and his eyes widen. "I fucked up, didn't I?"

Seonghwa nods. "You did. Fix it the best you can and I'm sure she will forgive you."

"I peomise I will," Hongjoong declares and Seonghwa smiles but his arms remain crossed.

"You tell her that. I don't need to hear it."

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mazeinthemiroh · 10 months

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you need a holiday [part 3]

pairing: hongjoong x best friend! reader

genre: fluff, friends to lovers, slow burn / slow romance, comfort, slight crack

word count: 1.2k

warnings: cursing, allusions to mental health issues

summary: hongjoong is surprised to find himself at the airport. he didn't think he could do it, but here he was, a suitcase clutched in his hand as he marched to find you.

author's notes: you can find part 1, part 2 , and part 4 here. thanks for all your support for the past two! this part is getting more into the romance/fluff territory, which you guys have been awaiting! i hope you guys enjoy <3 part 4 will be coming out soon ~

'I think your little friend will be joining you after all.'

That's the text you received last night from Wooyoung. And God, you hoped he was right. But still, there was a lot of uncertainty with Hongjoong.

Considering how he has been recently, you couldn't predict his behaviours. He was usually quite a predictable guy. He ordered the same drink at the coffee shop, he painted his nails to match his current hair colour, and he reacted the same way each time when you told him to take a break.

Take a break.

Those words echoed through Hongjoong's mind as he bounded through the airport, the handle of his suitcase clutched in his hand as his pace quickened. His face was covered by a simple white mask, and he wore a black beanie on his head, pulled down to cover his forehead fully.

He felt stressed, agitated. It was only when he saw you, sitting in the seating area and scrolling on your phone, that he felt himself relax. His shoulders dipped as he let out a deep, hearty sigh. 'Breathe,' he told himself, 'Breathing is good.'

Honjoong finally decided to move, before he stood in front of you, releasing the suitcase from his hands so that the handle collided with the floor, making you look up from your phone.

Your eyes were wide at his abrupt appearance, but soon replaced by a knowing look and a small grin.

"Hey, sexy. Fancy seeing you here."

The plane was completely full. A baby in the back was already screeching at the top of its lungs, and the plane wasn't in the sky yet. Many people get themselves organised into their seats, some arguing over which seat number was who's. Suitcases and backs were flung into the compartments at the top. It wasn't was Hongjoond was used to.

Recently, due to his lavish work lifestyle, he had the privilege of travelling more privately, with the comfort of himself and the members, no one else. Travelling so publicly was putting him on edge a bit, along with the fact that he had felt he had abandoned his work for a couple of days of bliss.

Was it going to be worth it?

"Nice fit," you complimented him as your eyes flicked through the brochure of good the plane service provided. Hongjoong was, in fact, wearing a hoodie you bought him for his birthday. He exhaled through his nose and nudged you playfully, before smoothing down his clothes and making sure he was comfortable. Well, as comfortable as you could be when you had limited foot room.

"So," your voice was bright and chipper. You seemed to thrive in the morning hours, while Hongjoong was a night owl. It made your dynamic feel a bit off, with Hongjoong behaving unintentionally like a grumpy cat. You wanted to squish his cheeks and ruffle his hair aggressively, but you figured he'd probably bite you. "What made you change your mind about this trip?"

Hongjoong sighed and gazed out the window. He eyed the stairs being taken away from the side of the plane. The engines were on and rearing to go. This was it.

"You hounded on at me. Then Seonghwa. And then Eden," Hongjoong's hands reached up to touch his chapped lips, before diving into his hoodie pocket in search of his lip balm. "So what choice did I have?"

You hummed, not sure how to feel about his answer.

"Sounds like you're getting weaker, Captain," you teased, whilst dragging out your own lip balm for him to use (he seemed to be having immense trouble trying to find his own.) He gave you a nod of thanks and smoothed the balm over his lips, letting out a small laugh at your comment.

"My friends and my crew have eroded my fierceness over the years," he joked, "I'm all soft now. People will no longer fear me."

"People never feared you," you snorted and rolled your eyes, "you think you're an actual pirate?"

Hongjoong was always very aware that he might intimidate people. He never wanted to. But perhaps he was so serious about work or so focused on saying the right things in social situations that, when he was by himself, he would think he was too intense. He was oh so aware of himself, and it drove him crazy.

But he always assumed the worst. You knew no one disliked him because, well, how could they? A leader, trying his hardest to get everything into place, striving for perfection whilst being considerate and compassionate and caring for everyone involved. There was nothing to be afraid of with him. He was honest, truthful, genuine; people knew what they were going to get with him. And there was nothing to be afraid of about that.

The cabin crew went through all the safety procedures. The usual seat-belt, life-jacket, oxygen-mask shenanigans. And then you felt the plane move onto the runway.

"It's like in Turbulence," Hongjoong hummed, trying to make light of the situation despite his confused emotions as he gazed out the window, "it was so cool watching Wooyoung film his part on the runway-"

He turned to face you and his face turned to be full of worry as he caught sight of your low gaze and heavier breathing.

"Hey, what's up," his voice was filled with concern. The plane shook slightly.

You raised your gaze to meet his slightly, "It just freaks me out when the plane takes off. The shaking the loudness, the uncertainty. I know, it's me being silly but-"

"You're not silly," Hongjoong shook his head, "It's going to be okay."

You nodded and stared intently, eyes sparkling a bit. He was a very affirming presence, and would always put other's worries ahead of his own. It was how he coped. If he wasn't focusing on his own problems, he was less likely to worry about them. Caring for other people was such an alluring conviction for him.

"Can I hold your hand?" You asked quietly, so quietly that you thought he had imagined it at first. "Just for the lift-off?"

Hongjoong's lips parted as he looked at you softly, his hand already edging to yours. And when he grasped your hand in his, it was strong and affirming. A gentle squeeze of reassurance, telling you it was all going to be okay.

The plane shook as it sped up, shooting down the runway to gain momentum. Your grip on his hand tightened and your eyes were closed, trying to relax your breathing. He kept an eye on you, his thumb stroking the outside of your hand for an extra tingle of assurance.

A moment more, and the plane was in the air. You let out a sigh of relief and opened your eyes. Still alive.

"You alright?" Hongjoong asked, a small smile on his lips. He already looked like he was starting to relax, himself. Being up in the air must have confirmed to him that he was going on holiday. A vacation. A break. And no matter how bad he felt for leaving work so abruptly, he couldn't help but feel a small, guilty pleasure about it.

"Yeah," you nodded, "thank you."

You both smiled at each other and gazed down, suddenly realising you were still holding each other's hands.

Releasing your grip on each other, you laughed the brief awkwardness away. You felt heat rise to your cheeks, trying not to think much of it.

But Hongjoong started to miss your touch already.

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at1nys-blog · 1 year

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Favourite body part...

Pairing: Kim Hongjoong x fem!reader

Summary: He likes your neck so much, he can't stay away from it but so do you and you like to show it as well.

Masterlist

It was no secret Kim Hongjoong, leader of the kpop group Ateez, was in a relationship with someone. What the public eye didn't know was your identity and the way paparazzis would try every methode to find out about you was funny. Very funny.

Your laughed echoed in the dancing room, attracting the attention of the group, which seemed very confused to why were you laughing your lungs out.

The first to ask you for an explanation was San, that had noticed you weren't going to say a thing and decided to check your phone.

The idol didn't had the time to read the whole articole that he followed you in your laughing state, this only made the other seven guys more confused.

"They really" started San but the articole was too funny for him to not keep laughing at the writer(s). "Oh my god, I knew they were clowns but not on this level" he added.

Confusion was raising in the room every second you and San kept laughing and commenting on what only you two were reading about.

"I swear, they are plain stupid." you commented. Before you could add anything or keep reading your phone got snatched from your hand and into Wooyoung's.

"Kim Hongjoong had been spotted leaving KQ Entertainment head quarters alongside an unknown female figure, might that person be their current partner?" he read for everyone and then went to check who was in the picture and he too started to laugh at it.

"Can someone stop laughing and tell us what is so funny about the articole?" said Yeosang in desperate need to know what was happening. Wooyoung couldn't stop laughing so he just passed the phone to his friends, who after giving a glance to the pictures started laughing as well.

"They think...your cousin... is... your lover" was the only thing you were able to say in between laughs, the leader just rolled his eyes at the situation, yes it was funny how paparazzis would just come up with such allegations.

The eight of you kept laughing, making the leader impatient to go back to practice the choreography for the upcoming festival. You were the first one to collect yourself, weaping away a stray tear and iniviting the other back at practising.

It was late in the evining, the boys were sweating hard for how long they have been practicing. Hongjoong fell on your left, resting his head in the crook of your neck, his favourite part of your body. You giggled a little, his breath tickling your skin just a little. As for an instinct you started to scratch your nails on his neck, your favourite part of his body.

"You are disgustingly cute, you know that?" started Seonghwa

"You are saying this because he is not your roomate anymore" kept on talking Jongho, the two of them started to argue about it but the quarrel was long forgotten by you and your lover too immersed in taking pictures to post online.

The both of you didn't notice when the guys stopped arguing, checking which picture was the best one to post took away your attention to your surrondings.

"This one" you both said in unison.

"Oh look at them being so disgustingly cute." said Yunho rolling his eyes but deciding to leave the two of you in your litte world.

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hahafixon · 8 months

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I Did It Because You're Mine! ~ *Kim Hongjoong*

Summary: Red hot jealousy

Pairing: Kim Hongjoong X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluffyish Oneshot

Word Count: 1386

Warning: Jealousy

Lipstick Series Masterlist

Red is the color of passion and anger.

He was flirting with her. Or at least flirting back. You couldn’t stop your eyes from twitching at their pathetic attempt to make you jealous. Well, you hoped it was an act. If not, they both had so much explaining to do. Honestly! Just who does she think she is?! Who does he think HE is, pulling a stupid little stunt like this? The nerve of that jerk.

Nevertheless, you were determined not to let it show how much their sad attempt at flirting was getting to you. Besides, nothing like that would ever work on you! You’re not jealous and no matter what they try to pull, and you will never let it get to you. Not in a million, trillion years. They might as well just give up now because it’s not going to work!

“Don’t they look comfortable together?” Your good friend and makeup artist said. “And here I thought you said he was nervous about the shoot. You both fooled me.”

“He was,” You replied through gritted teeth. “But I guess he fooled me as well or she’s helping him with his nerves.”

Glancing over at the two of them, she turned back to you and gave a frown. “And you’re not nervous about that? They’ve practically been flirting the whole time you’ve been here. I mean, I get the whole being respectful and letting him make friends, but she’s getting awfully touchy-feely with him. I’d be suspicious if I were you.”

“I trust him.” Was all you muttered before she continued.

Shrugging, she added a bit more blush to your cheeks. “Well I’m proud of you for trusting your man. I mean, Hongjoong doesn’t seem like the kind of guy to flirt openly like this. Especially if he has a girlfriend. But if you trust him, then I trust him and that’s that.”

Biting your lip, you took in a shaky breath. She had a point: Hongjoong never said anything that even remotely resembles flirting with anyone ever since the two of you started dating. He told you it was because he was faithful to you and only you and you believed him. But now he was acting differently today. He was telling one of your members in your group all the cute and loving things that he only ever told you. You kept trying to remind myself that this was Hongjoong you were thinking of and that the director wanted more chemistry between the two groups for the photos. Still, he could’ve at least made-up some false words of love instead of the same lines he gave you. Something just didn’t feel right about it.

Giving a quick shake of your head, you were determined to focus on your own photoshoot instead. You were told you’d be taking several single shots before some couple pictures with Hongjoong and ending the day with group photos of Ateez and your group, Beyond Infinity. Even if your good-for-nothing boyfriend was bent on making today miserable by flirting with the visual of your group, you were still going to try and have fun with everyone else. Besides, you may or may not have an ace up your sleeve.

“Alright, what color?” Your makeup artist friend grinned as she presented you with a vast assortment of lipstick colors to choose from.

Normally, you like to stick with a simple shade that matches your skin tone or a swipe of sparkly lipgloss. But today was different for you for obvious reasons. You needed to pull out the big guns. Even though you’re not jealous in the slightest, you needed to capture a certain someone’s attention and what better way than with a bold shade of lipstick?

“This one.” Bright red, sure to attract anyone’s attention.

She raised an eyebrow at your choice. “Atomic Red? Are you sure? It seems a little daring for you. I mean, more power to you, but are we trying to impress someone today?”

You shrugged before applying it yourself. “I feel like today is a good day for some change, don’t you?”

“Whatever you say.” She chuckled before giving you a quick hug and packing up for lunch.

“Y/n? We’re ready for you.” The photographer called, prompting you to do some last-minute touch-ups in the mirror before making your way to the front of the camera. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t also change your strut to really seal the deal.

“Wow! Y/n! Looking good!” San called, making you laugh brightly.

The photographer got some pictures of you as you laughed and smiled. “Yes, perfect! Just like that, keep laughing! You look absolutely perfect like that!”

You continued taking pictures, feeling both confident and badass, if you do say so yourself. It really was going to be a good day at this rate, and it was all thanks to you and some Atomic Red lipstick. All of Ateez and Beyond Infinity, including the little rat who was flirting with your boyfriend, complimented you on your smile and confidence.

“Alright! Now we’re ready for the couple shots!” Oh right, those are still a thing. You tried to suppress your smug grin as you saw Hongjoong’s reaction to how you looked. His eyes had widened and he looked at you like you had two heads.

“Something’s different about you.” He whispered in your ear as he got into position for the pictures.

You simply shrugged. “New lipstick.”

Never say you didn’t try to keep your cool during the shoot. You really did try your hardest, but hearing him whisper the same sweet nothings in your ear that he was telling your groupmate earlier made your blood boil. To get him to shut up, you pulled an absolutely dirty trick. While he whispered and the camera snapped like crazy, you kissed his cheek.

Pulling back, you snickered at the perfect, bright red stain on his face and his jaw on the floor. “Wha-what was that?”

Shrugging again, you smiled at the camera. “You’re cute. That’s all.”

As the shoot continued, he became more stiff and disoriented, sneaking you incredulous glances in between shots. Hongjoong liked to keep your relationship on the down low, so the kiss really must have shocked him. You, on the other hand, were pleased with your little victory and continued acting like nothing had happened. Maybe now the little rat would understand not to mess with what is yours. When the groups came together for the final round of photos, you winked at the girls in your group as they rolled their eyes. Needless to say, you won in keeping Hongjoong to yourself.

“Wow, Hongjoong, nice makeup.” Wooyoung teased, laughing with the rest of Ateez.

“What?” He asked dumbly.

Pointing to his cheek, Seonghwa replied, “You got some nice red on your cheek.”

Finally regaining his senses, Hongjoong ran to the nearest mirror to see the lipstick stain that decorated his right cheek. For the third time, his jaw dropped to the floor and he almost became as red as the lipstick on his cheek. Quickly, the makeup artists made their move to help him wipe it off and retouch his own makeup before the last pictures of the day. Again everyone laughed, and the boys started teasing their leader for not noticing sooner. He shot them all a glare but was still blushing like crazy. You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing about how your pettiness brought about this priceless scene. If you knew it was going to go this well, you would have kissed him on the neck instead. Maybe even attempted a hickey.

When he returned to where the photographer wanted him in the shot, he mumbled in your ear, “You know, if you were jealous, you could have just said something. No need for such drastic measures.”

With a twitch of your eye, you threw all caution to the wind and turned to attack him with kisses. You didn’t leave a single inch of his face unkissed. Man, you really are petty. Nevertheless, you ignored all of the jeers and laughter as you kissed the daylights out of your boyfriend. Really, you’re just glad he started to kiss you back.

Needless to say, those pictures came out perfectly!

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hongthoven · 2 years

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Make you feel better | Hongjoong x Reader (smut)

✒️ it's not secret that Hongjoong always chooses work over sleep, but one night at the studio, when things get a little too much, there's nothing he needs more than the comfort of his girlfriend.

❈ Warnings/tags : smut, strong language, established relationship, ateez!hongjoong, producer!hongjoong, studio!sex, oral, fingering, quickie, starting off quite sentimental but not as much towards the middle of it, angst, emotional joongie

❈ One Shot | 3.2k words

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Today was not it.

Sitting in front of his computer, Hongjoong felt like an entire decade had gone by ever since he had seen the daylight. Looking up to the clock on the wall facing him, words couldn’t even begin to define his astonishment as he realized an entire day was gone without him escaping the suffocating atmosphere of his studio.

While Hongjoong absolutely loved the creating process and spending hours making music, locked into his own little bubble without a soul to talk to but himself, days like those were the closest to hell. From his lyrics to the small piece of piano he had composed earlier, everything just seemed off beat for absolutely no reason, and the more time he would spend going over the same technical difficulties, the more anxious he became. As a perfectionist with an obvious lack of patience, Hongjoong often felt like his entire world would collapse if he couldn’t reach his goal as fast as he expected.

Unfortunately, today was one of those where absolutely nothing was going right.

Rattled with a mix of frustration, anger and anxiety, Hongjoong ran a hand through his messy hair, half of the blond side blended with his black locks, while checking his phone, only now realizing how long he had been MIA. As soon as the do-not-disturb mode was off, the notifications started to blow up, increasing his anxiety as he failed to acknowledge most of his texts only to focus on the one person he genuinely felt like talking to.

Of course you had sent a couple worried texts within the last couple hours.

While you knew dating Kim Hongjoong often meant you’d be left without any news for quite some time whenever he immersed himself entirely into his music, switching from the soft, caring boyfriend you adored to the intransigent, hawk-eye focused artist you inevitably admired, there wasn’t any chance for you to grab his attention and keep him to yourself. Hongjoong himself had often mentioned how lucky he was to have such an understanding partner, feeling thankful for all the hours you agreed to spend apart as long as he was happy doing his thing.

“Joongie…? Are you alright?”

Your voice was enough to make him crack under the stress and agonizing pressure he always tended to put upon his shoulders. Whenever he heard your voice or locked eyes with you, it felt like you were taking over for him, wrapping him up into the coziest blanket. Though he wasn’t quite as chatty as Wooyoung when it came to being overly giddy and loud, you still felt extremely worried whenever Hongjoong would go too quiet. And right now, there was nothing but his hectic breathing to be heard on the other side of the line.

“Babe? You’re scaring me… Is everything okay? Do you need me to come?”

When he failed to answer, that was your last straw. The ultimate red flag. Having known your boyfriend for years, there were just details you could tell without the need to hear it directly from him. You knew when to give him space and how pointless trying to have a conversation was whenever he was really angry- only for him to come back to you when he calmed down by himself. You knew he wasn’t a morning person and had learned over the years that he was terrible to be around if you even dared to wake him up too early when he wasn’t on schedule. You knew all about his sweet spots, weaknesses, ups and downs, all about his fears, his hopes and pretty much everything there was to know about Hongjoong to build a peaceful cocoon for you both while respecting each other’s boundaries. Of course, you had fights, like any other couple, over silly things most of the time, but at the end of the day, Hongjoong wasn’t ashamed to admit how crucial you were to him. Some days, it feels like he wouldn’t make it without losing his mind if you weren’t by his side to soothe him down.

The drive to the studio was quicker than ever, your entire body fueled with worries and the fear of dealing with an overworked boyfriend once again. Sometimes Hongjoong just didn’t seem to know when to stop, overstepping his own limits until he cracke down entirely to the point he wasn’t even able to breathe out of pure anxiety. You vividly recalled the times you’d found him curled up into the couch in his studio, crippled with fears, unable to talk and just burnt out from spending days trying to make the perfect hit. His worst enemy was himself, and that awful mix between the urge to be the absolute best at everything while thinking he was never good enough.

“Joongie?” you called out as soon as you entered his studio. Having been there a thousand times before, you were part of the few lucky people to own your actual pass to enter the KQ building without having to go through an entire body search and fingerprints like you were actually there to cause trouble.

The room was strangely silent compared to the hundredth time when you had visited him before, only to find your boyfriend either busy working on his own music or bopping his head to his favorite playlist. No matter how busy you were on your side, you always found time to stop by and either have lunch or a coffee with Hongjoong even if it was just a 30 minute catch-up in the middle of a week of dating a complete ghost.

Now it was late in the evening and the room was completely silent when you found the love of your life laying on the couch with one arm covering his eyes, sobbing quietly. Out of the many mysteries surrounding your boyfriend, the fact he almost never cried was something you could never figure out. As an easy crier yourself, you just couldn’t seem to think of a way to compose yourself and endure the pain without ever sobbing it out. As long as you could remember, the only tears you’d seen on Hongjoong’s face were either happy tears or weeps of exhaustion after a tough schedule.

“Baby- what’s going on?” you were by his side in the blink of an eye, both your hands instantly reaching for his face to shield him from the entire world. His clenched jaw was something you wish you’d never seen while his entire body trembled under his quiet sobs. Even in such a state, he was still trying his hardest not to be seen crying.

Still, not a word was spoken on his side.

Without any valid explanation from your boyfriend, you simply decided to straddle him until he finally took notice of your presence close to him. Wiping his cheeks with the back of his sleeve, Hongjoong looked like an absolute mess with his ruffled split hair and the bags under his eyes- still, he remained the most beautiful man to your eyes and nothing could possibly hurt you more than to see him like that.

“Don’t you wanna talk?” you spoke again in the softest tone, making sure he knew there was nothing to be worried about as long as you were alone together in that comfortable bubble you have built around him.

A quick nod, still no word from him.

“What can I do to make you feel better, baby? Please tell me…”

Suddenly, it’s like something jolted within himself. Maybe it was the soft, caring tone of your voice or the word “please” coming out when he needed to find a purpose, anything that would make him feel like he belonged there in your arms- but for the first time since you arrived, your eyes locked, the intensity of his gaze a little cracked under the pressure as it shined with leftover tears from his breakdown. There was something about the way Hongjoong usually looked at you, like you were the beating heart that kept him alive, his entire world, the last person standing. No one had ever made you feel like this before and if you were lucky enough, there wouldn’t be anyone else but him, for the rest of your life.

Too worried to even notice your boyfriend’s hands grazing the back of your thighs as he kept his gaze locked with yours, you couldn’t ignore the way he seemed to squeeze your skin through the thin fabric of your sweatpants, only now realizing you had failed to get properly undressed while rushing to the studio. Still, Hongjoong didn’t seem to mind the casual state of your look as you both accidentally matched in navy pants and a white t-shirt.

His heart was still beating terribly fast under your palm as you made sure to keep your hand pushed against his chest, something you usually did when he seemed to struggle with his breathing. You were nowhere near qualified to soothe an anxiety attack, but somehow, you were the only thing Hongjoong ever needed in times like these, and soon enough, his heartbeat was back to its regular pace.

“Wanna tell me what’s going on now?” you dared to ask again, your free hand reaching for his face to wipe a couple tears from the corner of his eyes.

“I don’t know…” he almost cried out, his voice a little raspy from trying not to choke on his tears earlier, “it’s just one of those days where I can’t do anything right… I feel like such a failure…”

“You’re not” you were quick to correct him, unable to cope with the absolute madness of his statement, “You’re quite the opposite, actually… I think you just need some rest, clear your head for a while and go back to it when you’re not overworked…”

“You know I can’t sleep when I’m feeling like this” he added, matter of factly.

“Who said anything about sleeping, though?” you smiled, bending forward to peck his lips, once, then twice before you eventually framed his face with both of your hands, the tip of your tongue softly grazing the corner of his mouth until he kissed you back properly.

If anything, Hongjoong was a passionate lover. You couldn’t recall a single time when his hands weren’t pulling at your hair or grabbing your neck as you kissed, making you gasp for air most of the time. While he didn’t mind a bit of lazy sex in the morning, he still remained a fiery scorpio with the compulsive need to make a mess out of you whenever you fucked.

And today was no different, except for the aftermath of his crisis making him sound and act a little bit more eager to get there.

Locked into two tight fists, his hands were in your hair, pulling at it slightly as he deepened the kiss, his gaping mouth coming out with the softest growls and delicious moans every time you pulled away to catch your breath slightly. Pushing against your core, you could tell Hongjoong had gotten all worked up while making out, your kissing skills never missing a chance to sweep him off his feet.

“Feelin’ better yet?” you smiled, pulling at his bottom lip with your teeth until it bounced back into place with the softest pop.

“Not quite” he growled, pushing himself off the couch to take over until you were laying underneath his toned body, legs wrapped around his small figure as you pushed him back against your aching parts. Breaking the kiss, Hongjoong gave you a look you knew oh-to-well, the one that always came with an unspoken request and almost always started the quickest and yet most intense sex with your needy boyfriend.

Giving him a nod back, Hongjoong smiled at the sight of the green light he was desperately waiting for, his entire body almost jolting with anticipation as he was quick to pull your sweatpants down until you kicked it off your feet as you both giggled at the eagerness of the moment. Bending forward, Hongjoong started to attack your neck with sloppy kisses, his teeth grazing your soft skin, biting at it until it turned a little darker and giving it a long, almost obscene lick from the flat of his tongue.

“fffuck, Joongie” you moaned, the deepest tone of your voice clogged into your throat as Hongjoong pushed your panties aside to tease your slit with the tip of his perfectly polished black nails. They may not have been the longest ones you’ve had, but Hongjoong’s fingers were definitely skilled and the reason for a few unspeakable messy situations. Every time he slipped his magical digits into you, memories of the most obscenes moments shared with your boyfriend flashed in front of your eyes - the most recent one being that one time he had decided to finger you backstage, halfway between a show while he was too worked up to go back there without making you squirt. You remembered everything, from the way he had kept his free hand over your mouth, keeping you from screaming out loud while his fingers worked their magic until you were left soaked and trembling as he licked his hand off before running back to the stage with the most vicious smirk painted on his face.

Dating Hongjoong was like a rollercoaster that only went up. Everytime you thought you’d reached the peak of your consuming love for each other, he only came and surprised you once more with a spontaneous fuck or a smile filled with more love than a single man could possibly carry.

“You’re so fucking wet, love” His voice brought you back to the moment as he started rocketing two of his fingers inside of you while circling your clit with his thumb. That man just knew how to work your entire body and push every single one of your right buttons without ever missing a beat. Though you wanted to take your time, kiss him some more and take a minute to stare into his eyes a little longer, you knew exactly what Hongjoong needed now and though a quickie was never enough for the way you craved his entire body 24/7, you once again decided to be a good girl for him and please every single one of his cravings.

Pulling at his pants and boxers, you were once again amazed at the sight of his shaft and the way it stood gloriously against his flat stomach, almost clenching at the thought it would soon tear you apart and make you squirm. There was something about the rush of it all and how you didn’t even bother to undress each other properly, both of your tops still on as Hongjoong wiggled slightly to adjust himself between your legs with his boxers snatched to his thighs. Hooking one of his -now drenched- fingers into your panties to keep it pushed to the side, Hongjoong slammed himself into you with no warning, making you almost scream as you were once again struggling to adjust to his girth. No matter how many times you had fucked before, it felt like you would never get used to it.

“Fuck” he grunted, burying his face into the crook of your neck as he pulled out entirely, only to slam himself back into you, filling you up to the brim. The way he eagerly fucked you was nowhere near romantic but you still found pride in the way he seemed to let all of his anger and frustration out by melting himself into your body, one of his hand keeping your hips still so he could fuck you into oblivion while the other seemed to dangerously flirt with your throat. You had learned about Hongjoong’s many kinks quite early in the relationship and choking was definitely part of it. Whenever he had a chance, he simply loved to wrap his tight fist around your neck until you begged him to stop. While you didn’t know if you were into that stuff at first, you couldn’t deny how crazy and much wilder your orgasms had gotten ever since you had learned to let go with your boyfriend. No matter how dirty or wild he would go on you, Hongjoong always made sure you were safe and above anything, pleased.

All of the angst inside of him was obvious to you, from the quick pace of his hips or the way he didn’t seem to plan his next move, everything called for a post-breakdown sex and you were more than happy to please in any way he needed you to.

“Open your mouth, baby” he almost whispered, two of his fingers laying flat against your lips until you welcomed them into your mouth, sucking at it like you’d been starved for too long. The look in Hongjoong’s eyes was a sight you’d be damned for as he looked mesmerized by the way your lips popped off his fingers every time you pulled out.

“Spit” he added, never breaking his gaze as it was getting more intense with every second, every thrust and every choked-up moan you’d let out against his skin. Eager to please once again, you watched as his bottom lip vanished between his teeth as soon as you spat right into his hand.

“Such a good girl for me…” he smiled, stealing a kiss from your swollen lips as his hand traveled down where your bodies met, circling your clit through a mix of your arousal and saliva until your voice broke into the most high-pitched cries.

“Oh my god, Joongie!” you almost yelped, your entire body clenching through climax as Hongjoong increased the pace from both his hands and hips, fucking you into the couch like his only goal was to slam its armrest into the floor until it tore apart. Nothing was heard in the studio except for an obscene mix of wet sounds, skin-on-skin slapping and both of your moans as you eventually came undone, legs shaking and snaked around his hips as his thrusts started to get messier and slower.

Never missing an opportunity to finish him off properly and using all the strength you had left, you pushed him back against the couch, crawling between his legs as he gave you a puzzled look that turned into absolute bliss the minute you swallowed his rock-hard dick, using both your hand and mouth to milk him out of all the anger, frustration and sadness he had within himself. With a long, choked-up growl, Hongjoong pushed the back of your head down until your forehead was pressed against his sweaty abdomen, painting your throat with all of his love as he came heavily against your tongue, panting until you softly tapped his thigh to catch your breath.

You both looked like a trembling mess as his hair was splattered all over his forehead, heavy beams of sweat rolling off his face and flirting with the single mole on his neck while your messy bun had turned into a messier nest pathetically resting on your left shoulder from being pulled at a little too hard. Red at the cheeks, gasping for air, you crawled back on top of your boyfriend, hand reaching for his jaw as you pushed his face towards yours.

“How are you feeling now?” you smiled.

“Never been better” he smirked back, kissing you as he wrapped his arms around you, ready to fall asleep peacefully any minute.

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atiny-piratequeen · 9 months

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Against the Tide: Seventeenth Dal Segno (Ch.17)

Pairing: Poly OT8

•❥ Rating: Explicit (18+)

•❥ Genres: Heavy Angst, Action, Romance, Fluff, Smut, Fantasy

•❥ Series AU Tags: Demon Pirates, Supernatural, Poly Relationship (mxm), Past and Modern Day AU, Mythology Au, Slow Burn, Slice of Life, College Au, Rock Band Au, Happy Ending Endgame

•❥ Chapter Tws: Guilt, Mentions of Past Main Character Death, Reincarnation, Attempted Murder Mention, Exhaustion from Overworking, Blood, Injury, Panic Attack, PTSD

•❥ Chapter Sws: Intercurial Sex, Size Kink, Praise Kink, Pet Names, (Accidental) Flashing, Teasing, Dirty Talk, Many, Many Consent Checks, Mutual Masturbation, Consensual Penetrative Vine Sex, Consensual Aphrodisiac Nectar Use, BDSM Undertones, Protected Sex, Ruined Orgasms, Virginity Loss, Hints of Sub Space

•❥ WC: 12.7k+

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-Sunday, March 24th, 8am-

-228 Days Remain-

Hongjoong’s life was quickly becoming full of firsts.

Of all of them, he found waking up pressed against Yunho was definitely at the top of that list of new developments.

Though…he supposed this wasn't the first time.

This memory thing was going to be…complicated, he could tell.

With a frown, Hongjoong looked up, reaching to cup Yunho’s face gently. His breath came out in small, halted puffs, careful any given exhale would wake the taller man.

Yunho’s face twitched for a brief moment before he pressed into Hongjoong’s small hands, humming quietly.

Hongjoong worried his lip between his teeth, gently rubbing Yunho’s cheeks. The events of last night rolled through his mind, his cheeks darkening as he remembered his state of undress.

His thoughts caught up to him, reminding him of how his bath had gone.

🧼

"It's okay if you fall asleep, I'll be watching over you."

Hongjoong tiredly looked up, curled up in a towel Yunho had fetched for him, taking in the handsome man's features for the umpteenth time that evening.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, there was a passing thought. One of the other men in the house could see him like this as Yunho walked down the hall. There wasn't any sense of urgency in the taller man's strides, and Hongjoong could imagine any moment one of the doors they were walking by would open and he'd have another pair of eyes on him.

….

His brain was too tired to process the way that thought alone made his heart flutter and hiccup in his chest.

Yunho finally got to the bathroom, setting him on the toilet seat and pressing a kiss to his head before moving to run the bath water. Hongjoong watched his backside, hugging the towel around himself as a small draft made goosebumps rise on his skin.

"Oh, darling you're shivering. Hold on-" Yunho, who must have turned to address him at some point and noticed his shivering, rushed over to the door once more.

"Yeosangie!"

Hongjoong’s eyes widened, his head snapping towards him as he heard the sound of rushing footsteps.

"Hm? Yu? What's wrong?" Yeosang’s gentle voice chimed in as he stood in front of the door. Yunho blocked the view of Hongjoong casually with his body as he smiled in greeting.

Yes, they had seen him naked countless times before, but this Hongjoong still had no clue about that and Yunho wanted to respect him as much as possible.

"Hi baby, I know it's late, but do you mind turning the heat up in the house? It's cold."

Yeosang smiled and nodded, cupping his cheeks and pulling him down for a chaste kiss.

"Anything else you need, puppy?"

Yunho glanced behind him, locking eyes with Hongjoong. He nearly snorted at the deer-in-headlights expression on his face before he looked back towards a patiently waiting Yeosang.

"Just some warm towels, if that's alright?"

Yeosang stole another kiss and nodded.

"It'll be there when you get out. Call me if you need anything else. Have a good night’s sleep, my love." Yeosang looked towards Yunho’s shoulder for a moment, where he knew Hongjoong was just beyond view. A selfish part of him wanted to see him. See the flustered mess Yunho had left him in.

The brunette doctor knew all of their bodies better than even they knew themselves.

It had been…entirely too long since he’d been able to think about any of those types of expressions on Hongjoong’s face after they'd lost him. Yeosang had promised to never use his foxfire to create a double of any being they'd lost, and he took that very seriously.

Though, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't tempted to split himself and make a Hongjoong copy on the particularly rough nights.

His resolve remained strong, however.

Hongjoong made him promise to never use his fire to "replace" the dead anymore and he'd be damned if he disrespected him and his memory like that by disobeying.

Guilt would swallow him whole if he did. Yeosang was sure of it.

He must have been clearly lost in his thoughts longer than expected, as a gentle kiss to his lips brought his focus back in front of him.

The ex prince looked up and flushed slightly.

"Sorry…zoned out. I'll get right on those things now." He once again glanced at Yunho’s shoulder before meeting his eyes.

"Give…give Cap a kiss for me please?" He whispered. Yunho nodded and smiled brightly.

"I'll give him kisses for all of us. Soon you can give him kisses yourself." He responded softly before backing into the bathroom.

Hongjoong looked up at him, flustered.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to wake anyone…"

"I called him. If anyone should be sorry, it's me. C’mon let's get you cleaned up."

Hongjoong quietly watched Yunho strip down, frowning when he noticed the brunette man was still half hard. A small sense of guilt overcame him as he stared.

"Joongie?"

"I'm sorry..you never..um..finished…" Hongjoong wished the floor could swallow him sooner than later at the surprised look Yunho gave him.

"Oh? Please don't worry. I'm not bothered by it."

Somehow that made the pianist feel worse, his frown settling in his features. If only he hadn't gotten tired they could have-

"Hongjoong."

Apprehensive eyes met kind ones as the two stared at each other.

"If it bothers you that much, we can fix it."

That's how, ten minutes later, Hongjoong ended up bent over the tub, gripping the edge as Yunho thrust between his thighs, his cock sliding between them as Hongjoong squeezed them close together.

Hongjoong’s head was spinning, once again finding himself really enjoying the size difference between the two of them. Yunho gripped his hips, balls slapping against his ass as he purred praises to Hongjoong

"You have mmm..such a hold on me, even your thighs can make me cum~"

Hongjoong’s thighs were probably red by now, his breath coming out in quick puffs as he held the tub. Yunho’s lips found their way to his neck again, kissing and nipping as he placed his palms over Hongjoong’s, holding his hands as his breathing began to come out irregularly.

Hongjoong looked behind him, catching and holding Yunho’s gaze as he rocked his hips back. Even while aroused, Yunho’s eyes held a warm and inviting gaze that made Hongjoong melt below him.

“Will you cum for me, Yunho?” The words slipped from his lips before he could think twice, though he almost looked away in embarrassment. Yunho let out a noise that sounded like a cross between a groan and a whimper as he nodded his head, leaning closer and holding his hands a bit tighter. Hongjoong arched his back, his lips hovering below Yunho’s as he clenched his thighs tighter together.

“Then cum for me, Puppy.”

The oreo-haired pianist was grateful for Yunho’s firm hold on him. Had he not have had it, Hongjoong undoubtedly would have fallen over as Yunho’s hips worked faster, chasing the orgasm he’d gotten permission to have.

Hongjoong’s cheeks ignited as Yunho finally came between his legs, making a mess of his thighs as he rocked his hips, milking his own cock with Hongjoong’s thighs. Once he was finished, he pressed kisses onto Hongjoong’s shoulder, hugging him close and keeping him upright as he took in a long, steadying breath.

Hongjoong smiled and put his hands over Yunho’s, pride blooming in his chest that he could at least do this, since he’d ruined their previous endeavor in his mind.

As if sensing Hongjoong’s mind wandering, Yunho picked him up, kissing his head as he lowered his voice to a familiar tone that made him melt.

“C’mon. I promised you a bath. Let me give you one and we can get to bed.”

Hongjoong smiled and nodded, turning to steal a kiss as Yunho guided him into the tub.

🛁

While he was daydreaming, Hongjoong missed the signs of Yunho stirring. It made him startle when he finally focused back on the present and found Yunho’s tired eyes staring back at him.

“Good morning.”

Hongjoong flushed at the tone of voice before blinking at the cadence. It was slightly off, an accent that didn't match up to Yunho’s usual one. It also tumbled deeper, and Hongjoong realized it wasn’t Yunho at all.

“G..Geb?”

Icy eyes stared back at him as a kind smile stretched over the taller man’s face.

“You remembered me, as well? I’m very flattered. Good morning, Hongjoong.”

Hongjoong blushed, his fingers twitching on Geb’s cheek. He wondered if he should let go for a moment, before biting his lip.

He still had so many questions

“You look like you have something on your mind.”

“I…this is just a lot to take in.”

“I can imagine. Is there anything I can do to ease your worries?”

Hongjoong wanted to ask questions. Get clarity. But part of him remembered the brain splitting headache he'd gotten last night.

Just wait. Yunho said he'd help.

“Hongjoong.”

His head snapped upwards and he looked into warm brown eyes, finding Yunho staring back at him in concern.

Yunho was in control now, reaching to caress him gently. Hongjoong found himself pressing more into his touch, eyes closing. The ex doctor gently ran his thumb over the apple of his cheek.

“How did you sleep?”

Yunho hummed, eyes drifting up as if pondering it seriously. Hongjoong poked his cheek, arching a brow at him as Yunho began to laugh.

“Yah, don’t make me anxious like that.”

Yunho laughed and turned to kiss the tip of his finger.

“I haven’t slept that well in a very long time. You could say I slept like a rock.” He beamed, mentally high 5ing the earthen god inside of him as Hongjoong stared at him, eyes squinted for a moment.

“Did…did you just make a rock pun?”

The sound of Yunho’s joyous laughter and Hongjoong’s half-hearted complaints carried down the hall as Cheese slowly lifted his head, shaking himself out as he moved to sit by the back door.

He didn't want to scare the new friend.

Outside, Mingi sat with his back to the home, fiddling with a leaf between his fingers. His mind swirled slightly, complex emotions mingling and tangling in his head, though outside, his face remained blank and neutral, counting the veins at the back of the leaf.

A hand appeared before him, holding a cup of coffee. He looked up, his thoughts quieting for a brief moment as his eyes met steel grey. He looked at the coffee, lips pursed.

“....”

“It’s cold out here and you’re up early. I made an extra cup for you.”

“....”

Seonghwa’s eyes looked towards the pavement below both of them for a moment before he knelt down and set the coffee cup on a wooden box Mingi was using for his gardening equipment.

Mingi’s eyes didn’t follow him.

“....I’ll be out today. I let the others know. If you need me, please contact me.”

Mingi turned to look at him out of the corner of his eyes as Seonghwa stood once more, hesitating for the briefest of moments before he turned on his heel and walked away.

Once the door was closed and Seonghwa’s form had disappeared from view, Mingi let his head thump back on the side of their home, looking up towards the sky.

‘If you need me.’

There were many clouds in the sky today.

-9am-

Hongjoong shuffled slightly as he sat at the kitchen table. Yunho had lent him one of his shirts, but he didn’t realize they would be eating out at the table with the other gentlemen of the house.

He…he would’ve put pants on.

Instead, he was acutely aware of the fact he was in a pastel pink sweater that left all of his collar out and exposed, bite marks still bright red and dotting his skin.

And he was completely cock and ass out underneath this damn thing.

At a time like this, Hongjoong was glad for his stature and that the size difference between him and Yunho had come in handy for something else other than his incredibly feral mind.

“Here you go, Hyung!”

Hongjoong looked up as Yeosang swooped into view, setting a plate in front of him. He looked down, eyes widening and his mouth watering as he noted the fluffy pancakes, scrambled eggs, and both bacon and sausage taking up the plate. Yeosang smiled at him, seemingly to the moon at the way Hongjoong’s face lit up when he took his first bite.

“This is amazing!”

A twinge of pink came to Yeosang’s cheeks as he bowed slightly, hiding his gaze with his bangs before he set the second plate beside Yunho. The tallest of the trio smiled as well, reaching to lace his fingers through Yeosang’s silky-looking brunette hair. He pulled him in, kissing him slowly. The ex-prince made a muffled surprised noise before melting into the kiss, holding the small platter he used to bring their plates over close to his chest.

Hongjoong watched them out of the corner of his eyes, cheeks slightly bulging.

He’d wondered between all of the heated touches yesterday with Yunho, if there would come a time when he felt jealous of the other men his new boyfriend was in a relationship with. He’d acknowledged how ridiculously selfish that came off as, him being the new person to suddenly start dating their boyfriend, and to get jealous over his time spent with them…

But something deep within him made him feel that wouldn’t be a problem.

Instead, he felt a sense of relief wash over him.

Aside from Wooyoung and San, he admittedly, hadn’t seen any of the eight men being overly affectionate with one another, at least not in front of him. While he was well aware some people just preferred to keep those things private-his sister with Chan or Changkyun with Jooheon, for example-something about the demeanor of the men seemed…strained and it made him quite sad.

But now, for this kiss Hongjoong was realizing he had been staring at for way too long, the pianist felt happiness bloom. A small voice in his mind sighed in relief.

‘They’re okay…’

Hongjoong blinked and sat up straighter, looking away with a deep blush. Regardless, he should stop staring. He’d hate to have to explain why he’s looking so hard at the two kissing beside him. Or, worse yet, come off as jealous when he’s just gotten into this relationship of his.

He turned his gaze back up front and immediately choked.

Ass.

A very fine and very toned ass, he might add.

God, is this it? Is this the day Hongjoong fucking dies?

He pounded on his chest, coughing as he realized it was Jongho. The pair of briefs he had on clung to his ass for dear life while he half turned to look in Hongjoong’s direction, arching a single brow.

“You okay, Ca-Hyung?” He corrected himself, watching as Hongjoong wheezed, covering his mouth. Yunho immediately broke away from Yeosang, eyes wide as he flew over to get behind Hongjoong.

Suddenly, his chair was pulled out and he felt himself get lifted as Yunho’s arms came around to pick him up.

“Hold on, I got you!”

Now, Hongjoong had been trained for a significant portion of his life on how to fight and defend himself. He had certain instincts that were in him. Including when being suddenly grabbed from behind.

One of the said instincts is to immediately try and break free of said grab.

The moment Yunho slightly lifted his bare feet from the ground, Hongjoong’s lower body immediately jolted, his hands flying up to grab onto Yunho’s hands.

He instantly regretted the decision when he felt the ends of his shirt go up, completely flashing everyone in the room.

Of course, as soon as he had flashed everyone, Mingi stepped inside.

Yunho paused, eyes wide as Hongjoong's feet dangled an inch above the floor.

"U..uh…did I get it?" Yunho quietly inquired as Hongjoong went red to the tips of his ears.

"YUNHO PUT ME DOWN."

Yunho set him down immediately, clearing his throat as Hongjoong plopped down in the chair, covering his face.

Jongho tilted his head to the side before looking down at his state of undress, tā moko and scars adorning his muscular frame.

Ah, was the Captain embarrassed by his nudity?

'If that's his reaction right now, maybe we should be naked next time and really give him something to look at.'

'SHUT UP.'

While Jongho didn't blush at the initial incident, his face darkened at the notion ever so slightly, thrown off at the idea.

'Are you fucking BLUSHING? Right in front of me? We're CONSTANTLY naked in front of our lovers.'

'I should have killed you holy shit shut up shut up-'

'.....'

The silence in Jongho’s mind immediately made him on edge and once he felt the fractured god inside of him smirk, he knew he was in for some bullshit.

'Ah. I know what it is. How long has it been since the baby bear has felt the intimate touch of his lovers, hm? Does it make you flustered to think of their eyes on you? Wanting and needing your touch? I'm inside of you, Jongho. I know exactly how pent up you are. And the little Captain is just as loud as we always remember, maybe we should-’

“Oh my gods-”Jongho’s minor outburst startled Hongjoong before he excused himself, storming down the hall, cheeks darkened as he cursed Whiro out in Maori.

Hongjoong peeked through his fingers, watching the youngest leave before deflating slightly, feeling like he was the cause. Mingi grabbed a plate quietly and thanked Yeosang before leaving, as well. He passed San without a word as he headed up to his room.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry-” Hongjoong mumbled into his palms, his face once again ignited. Yunho rubbed the back of his own neck, putting an arm over Hongjoong.

“S-sorry I misunderstood and thought you were choking-”

Yeosang looked the two men over and laughed behind his hand. They still had a ways to go, but the chaos of the morning had reminded him of days since past.

“Don’t worry, we’re a house full of men, it’s not like it's something we haven’t seen before.” He smiled as Hongjoong turned his gaze to him and from the stove, San turned and rose a brow.

“Wh…what? What just happened?”

-12pm-

Hongjoong fidgeted as he sat in the passenger’s side seat, Yunho had driven him home, but for the first time in his life, Hongjoong hesitated to go to his own home.

He wanted to stay with Yunho longer.

As if he’d picked up Hongjoong’s silent conflict, Yunho leaned down to lightly kiss his temple.

“Do you want me to come inside? It's Sunday, so I don’t have to rush home. If you’d like me to stick around a bit.”

Hongjoong shook his head, worrying his lip between his teeth.

“N-no it's okay, I should probably let you go so you can spend time with the others…I’m still so sorry about this morning I didn’t mean to-”

Yunho looked into his eyes for a while before he chuckled and ruffled his hair.

“I know it was a bit chaotic, but I doubt any of them actually mind. I’ll go for tonight but Hyung,” He lifted Hongjoong’s chin, kissing him slowly and slightly crowding him against the door. When they separated, Hongjoong’s face had once again turned a brilliant shade of pink.

“I look forward to the next time I get to fall asleep with you in my arms.” He sent him a wink, followed by a smile that lit his face up, laughing as Hongjoong lightly swatted at his chest.

“F-flirt!” He grabbed his bag and quickly exited the car, hugging the coat Yunho had lent him close to his chest. He looked up his driveway, slowly blinking when he found the front blinds pulled up and several pairs of eyes staring at them. He coughed and made his way up the driveway, barely able to reach the front door before it swung open and he was yanked inside by his friends.

"AH FUCK-" he let out quite an undignified scream as his friends began to chatter around him.

“Okay spill.”

“Holy shit, who’s clothes are those?”

“Goodness he bit you the fuck up, didn’t he, I didn’t take him for that much of a biter-”

Hongjoong’s head spun as all of his friends began to chatter all at once. Eventually he raised his voice over the confusing babbel, making them all quiet down instantly.

“Okay! Holy shit, one question at a time.”

The group paused for a moment before Yeonjun cleared their throat.

“When the hell did you start liking the puppy dude?”

Hongjoong scratched the back of his neck. It wasn’t a complicated question. It had to have been in the last month or so.

But still…from those images…those…memories? It would make sense to say he’d liked him all along.

Liked? Loved. He loved him. A lifetime’s worth of love.

Though Hongjoong was sure if he dropped suddenly he'd been in love with someone who, in the eyes of his best friends, he'd only met a month ago, he'd have a lot more chaos erupt in this foyer.

He still had to get to the bottom of what was happening.

The more he tried to rationalize those thoughts and fit them neatly in his mind under a certain label, the more he felt painful radio static crackle and pierce into his head.

‘Not now. There’s too much missing.’

“I..um…I guess this past month or so? He’s really cool and I vibe with him well.” Hongjoong muttered, satisfied when the crackle in his mind subsided. It really did seem like he needed to wait before he could unravel more of…whatever this is.

How frustrating.

Chungha handed him a cup of white peach tea, gently nodding toward the living room.

“Guys, you all like, swarmed him as soon as he opened the door, let him get inside and sit down before you start grilling him.” She lightly scolded them. Yeonjun, Felix, and Chan pouted ever so slightly while Changkyun gently put his hand on Hongjoong’s shoulder.

“C’mon, you must be tired.”

Hongjoong smiled and made his way into the living room, sitting down and taking a sip. A smile lit up his face and Chan looked at the marks all over his neck.

“You didn’t get hurt, right? Everything was consensual?” His voice was even, though Hongjoong could tell by his body language he was in his ‘protective big brother’ mode. It brought a smile to his face as he nodded.

“...Yeah. A little bit surprising but everything that happened was with consent. He was very sweet and careful about that.”

Chan’s demeanor relaxed considerably and Felix let out an audible sigh from beside him.

“Oh good, he’s not some tall ass, sex-hungry creep.”

Hongjoong sent him an incredulous look as Chungha elbowed him. Yeonjun and Changkyun laughed at either side of him before the former stopped abruptly, grabbing Hongjoong’s hands and looking into his eyes.

“Okay so. How was it?”

Hongjoong stared.

“How…was…what?? Exactly?”

Yeonjun arched a brow.

“His stroke game, Hongjoong.”

Hongjoong’s face ignited and he immediately swiped at Yeonjun’s head, letting out an indignant noise.

“YOU CAN’T JUST ASK THAT.”

“I mean, I just did. Whether or not you feel comfortable disclosing is a different conversation.” They responded, yipping and rubbing their head when Chungha smacked them with the top of her house slipper.

“Again, he just got in the house, stop interrogating him!” She scolded them before she looked at Hongjoong.

“I’m just glad you’re okay. It came as a surprise, but you’re safe and happy and that’s all I could ever ask for. I meant what I said, though. If he hurts you, I’m going to break his dick. In half.” She smiled sweetly at the cold threat, all the others in the room shuddering visibly at the phantom pain of the threat.

“It’s okay I’m actually…I need some…advice?”

They all looked at him and he moved his gaze to the floor, fidgeting with his bracelet. He blinked, noticing his birthmark had gotten a bit darker.

Huh. Had he gotten a bruise somewhere?

Anyway-

“I uh…we almost?? Had sex but I kind of..chickened out. Um..help?” Hongjoong liked to think he was pretty good at sorting his thoughts out, but he’d be lying if he said this entire situation hadn’t thrown him ass over head and left his thoughts in a spiral.

All of his friends blinked owlishly at him before Chan stood.

“This is weird, I’m gonna grab a water and I’ll be back.” He spoke quickly, ejecting himself from the conversation completely as Felix snorted beside him. Hongjoong’s cheeks, for the nth time that day, once again darkened in color.

A fair response from Chan, to be honest. The older performer was basically his brother and he could imagine how weird and off-guard the question had taken him by.

Changkyun rolled his eyes half-heartedly and hip checked Yeonjun out of the way from their position in front of Hongjoong on the floor. He sat with his legs pretzel style and sent him a kind, mature smile.

“What exactly are you asking for help with? Initiation? Prep? Foreplay?”

Hongjoong coughed and dodged the pillow Chungha had hurled over his head to hit Felix.

“Stop laughing! He’s already flustered!”

Hongjoong silently wished a hole would open up in the ground and swallow him. He’d had many conversations with his close friends and even his siblings that were downright embarrassing, but he’d never been the focus of any of them.

Now that he thought about it…Hongjoong couldn’t recall a single time he had been romantically or sexually interested in anyone until now.

The revelation hit him like a sack of bricks, and his lips parted ever so slightly.

“Holy shit.”

Changkyun blinked before gently nudging his knee to bring him back down to earth. Hongjoong jolted ever so slightly before clearing his throat.

“Sorry, erm….all of it? We came close last night but…he took the lead and guided me through all of it. I feel…a bit bad because I stopped right before we’d gone all the way and even though he was super nice and patient with me I-”

The laughter around him died and he felt a gentle hand comb through his mismatched hair. Yeonjun moved to sit beside him and continued petting him slowly, the teasing glint in their eyes completely gone.

“Honey, do you want advice because you want to have sex with him or are you trying just because you feel bad it didn’t happen?” They inquired, searching Hongjoong’s eyes as he turned his head.

While he did feel bad that he hadn’t done nearly as much for Yunho as he’d felt the taller man had done for him, Hongjoong couldn’t help but to roll those images through his head.

Of a time before this. A time when they had laid together, entangled in each other, body and soul. Melded together so close it was hard to tell where one began and the other ended.

He didn’t want that feeling to stay in his dreams.

“I want it. I just don’t know what the hell I’m doing.” He admitted. Seemingly, his friends breathed a collective sigh of relief before Changkyun grabbed his attention.

“Okay, so I’m gonna explain some things, it’s going to be traumatizing for all of us, and we’re gonna come out of this with some confidence.”

A smile came to his face as his comment ripped a laugh from Hongjoong’s throat. The others soon followed suit as he rolled out of his position on the floor and stomped into the kitchen.

“Christopher Bang Chan you get in here and help us with the communal suffering or so help me-”

The peels of laughter increased in volume at the faux shriek Chan let out when Changkyun came for him. Slowly, Hongjoong’s anxiety ebbed away.

He wished Siyeon was here to help him with the rest of his close friends, but for now, he’d take the help wherever he could get it.

-1pm-

-Namsan Mountain Park-

“Thank you for meeting with me. I hope I didn’t inconvenience you.”

The sound of a can opening fills the small break in conversation before a small laugh followed it.

“Hardly. It was only a matter of time before one of you asked me to talk to you. I’m sure you have a lot of questions.”

Seonghwa looked at the tattooed hand that had stretched out to him before taking the melon-flavored carbonated drink offered to him. Across from him, sat the Ishihara patriarch himself, not at all uncomfortable by the sudden summon from the ex prince.

That probably made things a lot easier.

“Excuse my bluntness, but I want as many answers as possible.” Seonghwa continued, taking a small sip of the drink. His brows went up for a moment before he took a bigger one, drawing a laugh from the man across from him.

“I’ll answer what I can. Do understand I won’t be able to answer some of them just yet.”

Seonghwa’s lips pursed in disapproval for a moment before he sighed and looked him in the eyes.

“Who are you?”

“Apollo, god of the sun, amongst other things.” Miyavi shrugged a shoulder, as if that had been the simplest thing in the world.

Seonghwa slow blinked, staring at him for a beat of silence before he took another thoughtful sip of his drink.

“Please don’t think I don’t appreciate it, but how is it that the God of the Sun came to be the adoptive father of our Captain?”

Miyavi tapped his chin ever so slightly before he smiled.

“Your little pirate captain approached me centuries ago in Delphi. Something about him moved me, and I felt the urge to make his time there enjoyable. I wonder, do you all remember the hidden orchid you found? The wolf that led you deeper? That was me. I’m glad you enjoyed your time, by the way, I don’t let just anyone in there, you know.” he adjusted some of the rings on his fingers, letting the words sink and click into place in Seonghwa’s mind. Thankfully, it didn’t take long before he was continuing, his eyes never leaving the god’s face.

“That’s not all of it, surely.”

“Not at all. I suppose you can call her my…cousin? Of sorts? The daughters of Poseidon, Charybdis and Scylla were disturbed by you all, it seems. Something about a stolen object. I did my best that night, I truly did, but was stopped up in Olympus from intervening. An offense had taken place and the girls had, technically, every right to be enraged. Especially after the slaying of Charybdis.”

Seonghwa’s expression soured.

“Are you saying we’re at fault?”

“The one who took the rod, mostly. But still. That’s beside the point now. I spent time trying to locate his soul, and it wasn’t easy. Siyeon had ended up being the catalyst piece here. She’s a witch and began worshiping the Sun. I heard her. Well, so did some others. Had to call in a few favors and almost got stabbed by Amaterasu, but I attuned myself to her worship because I saw her in an old prophecy. She led me right to Hongjoong, but unfortunately, time had already run out before I could make any significant moves into figuring out how to reverse the curse. I made a deal with my…step mother, I suppose I can call her, and was able to pin down where this latest Hongjoong had been reborn and Melody and I decided the best thing to do was to insert ourselves into his life to guide and protect him as best we can. This is…the only chance I have to assist you.” he looked away, and Seonghwa knew there was something else.

Across from them, a bird faltered as it took flight.

“,,,,Your step mother…I assume you mean Hera?” he inquired.

Miyavi nodded, downing the rest of his own drink before he tossed the can into a bin a good distance from where they sat.

“....doesn’t she hate you?”

“With a burning passion. Tried to kill me and my sister Artemis as soon as we were born.”

Seonghwa had an ever growing pit in his stomach. Part of him wanted to stop asking questions, just leave it be, there’s no need or reason to probe any deeper, just leave it. Focus on Hongjoong focus on the pace they're working at, it's chaotic enough just LEAVE it-

“It’s not as easy as it should be anymore, is it?”

Miyavi chuckled and looked at him out of the corner of his eye, a small glint in his eye confirming more than any words ever could. Seonghwa’s brows furrowed and he let his shoulders drop.

“Don’t do that. No matter how bad it gets, don’t ever let yourself feel defeated before you’ve fought. You’ve searched high and low for him and now he’s in front of you. You have a literal god helping you. Well, several, if you count the Egyptian and Māori ones tagging along with your group. I would say the odds are in your favor. I’ll continue to help as much as I can.” Miyavi offered kindly, looking at Seonghwa like he did his own children. Seonghwa’s brows remained furrowed.

“What am I supposed to do? This is far beyond what I can handle.”

“You used to be a tactician, right? You’re now the captain of the crew while Hongjoong remains unawake. You can think of something. Besides, you’re not alone. From what Siyeon reported, you all have learned and attempted Mnemosyne’s trials.”

Seonghwa nodded, tapping his bottom lip before he blinked.

Right.

The Trials.

“Siyeon told us your children have come close to completing the Trials before. How?”

Miyavi hummed and leaned back in his seat, laughing.

“Those three are probably just as determined as you all are to help their brother. I feel…a bit like a bad father for having my children grow up learning such violent things, but it’s for the best that they know how to fight and defend themselves if things go south.”

“...so they’re not human.”

“No, not at all. No one in the family is. Is that really much of a surprise?”

Seonghwa thought back to the first time he’d encountered Yuta and the overwhelming killing intent behind his movements.

How he nearly missed the knife against his throat and hadn’t seen or felt the man come in the room at all.

Miyavi watched the look on his face before standing, putting his hands in his pockets.

“We’re approaching territory that I cannot go into now. Ideally, I’d like you not to look at my children maliciously. They’re all doing their best too, seeing as mommy dearest upstairs drug them into this mess as a condition against me.” he began walking down a grassy path, not looking back.

The rustle of clothes behind him assured him Seonghwa was following anyway.

“....against you. That doesn’t sound like allies.”

Miyavi sent him a look.

“They’re my children, First Mate Seonghwa.”

“I’m just reading into what you said, Apollo, God of the Sun.”

Miyavi ran a hand through his hair, shattered pieces of a prophecy not fully foretold flashing through his mind.

Scales, broken chains, a full moon, bloodied feathers.

“Let’s put it this way. Should you fail, a bit more is at stake than just Hongjoong’s reincarnation.”

He heard Seonghwa’s footsteps slow behind him before they hastened once more, the tall ex pirate appearing right beside him.

".....do I want to know what that means?"

Miyavi hummed, watching the clouds above them.

"The end of the world. Probably."

".....I'm sorry, what?"

-🐺-

"Achoo."

"Ah, bless you, Sis."

Suzuka quietly thanked Hongjoong as she walked over, touching his forehead.

"....feeling better?"

Hongjoong laughed and scratched his head. When his siblings had returned, they were met with the sound of flustered squabbling and banter.

The eldest Ishihara sibling watched her youngest brother sit with his face in his hands, cheeks bright red as his shoulders shook with laughter as Yeonjun and Chan yelled above his head.

"I'M SAYING HE NEEDS A POLE, CHRIS."

"HE'S LOSING HIS VIRGINITY, NOT LEARNING TO BE A POLE DANCER, YEONJUN. HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO POLE DANCE"

"WE CAN TAKE LESSONS."

"We? Are you suddenly French?! Who is we?!"

Changkyun held his sides, wiping away a tear as he looked at the two.

"I'm not driving anyone to the hospital, by the way." He added playfully as the two continued their outlandish discourse.

"HE NEEDS TO KNOW HOW TO THROW HIS ASS BACK, CHRIS. HE DOESN'T HAVE MUCH TO WORK WITH."

"I DON'T NEED THESE VISUALS, YEONJUN. I REALLY DON'T NEED THE VISUALS OF ANY OF YOU ON A POLE!"

".....Just for that, I'm buying a pole and I'm gonna learn a routine for your birthday and you have to support me unless you suck eggs."

"I hope you bust your ass, I truly do."

Yeonjun let out a scandalized gasp.

"Excuuuuuse you?!"

Yuta slow blinked at them, hands in his pockets while Moa shrugged and set down the bags of takeout food they'd brought home with them.

The scent of food made the bickering come to an abrupt and comical end, both Chan and Yeonjun stopped mid-playful shouting match once the aroma wafted past them.

Suzuka’s lips quirked up as they promptly gravitated towards the table, peeking into the boxes while Chungha grabbed plates.

"Oh good, you got something to shut these two loveable idiots up." She let out an exaggerated sigh of relief. Both of them huffed indignantly while Felix made his way into the kitchen first, grateful for the break in the bickering around him.

Hongjoong joined him, looking out of the window and smiling as he noticed a few snowflakes falling from the sky. Felix looked at him out of the corner of his eye, gently touching his shoulder.

"I'm not really good at this compared to them, but whatever you do, make sure you do it safely. Above all else, you come first. Uh. Emotionally. You're coming emotionally. First. Um. That was phrased really weirdly, ew-" he shuddered and Hongjoong snorted, covering his mouth to stifle the rest of his laughter as he looked at Felix with an understanding twinkle in his eyes.

"I got you. I feel a bit better after talking to everyone, don't worry." He smiled. Felix relaxed and moved to go to sit at the table.

Hongjoong looked out of the window, noticing a lone blue bird fly by before he turned to get dinner.

-❄️-

"You look pale, Hwa."

Seonghwa’s head snapped up, the ink from his pen bleeding as he held it in place on the paper in front of him. He looked at the ruined formation he had been drawing out before sighing, lifting his gaze up to meet Wooyoung’s.

"A-are you okay? You look really intense." He muttered. Seonghwa ran his hand through his hair, the words escaping him.

It took him much longer than Wooyoung had ever seen him take to finally find the words, a frustrated sigh leaving his lips first.

"I just…I want everyone to be okay." It wasn't the most elegant statement, but the tired tone in his voice made Wooyoung’s heart sink into his shoes.

"I'm sorry." He muttered softly.

Seonghwa shook his head, putting the pen down as he stood.

"It's my fault. I'll figure something out. I have to." He moved past Wooyoung, kissing the top of his head and sending him a small smile.

"I love you."

Wooyoung stared back, worried.

"I love you too…"

Seonghwa kissed him once before he turned and left him alone in the room to make tea.

Wooyoung looked down at the crumpled pieces of paper littering the floor for a while, turning and leaving quietly.

-🐉-

Drip…drip….drip…

Joong stared as the dragon before him rumbled, blood dribbling from his massive head.

He'd done it. It was small, nearly inconsequential, but he had finally done it.

There was a crack.

The beast's chest rose and fell harshly as he rested. The blood was from a spot on the center of his forehead where he'd begun bashing it against the crystal in a frenzy out of nowhere.

Joong had been through a lot of shit in his life. He'd had motorcyclists hold him up, felt the chill of blades against his throat and been followed home by unhappy riders with big egos who didn't appreciate his brand of snark.

Never once in his life did he feel as terrified as he did right now.

He wanted to run. Something told him he didn't want to know where this was going. He didn't know when this began and wanted to be nowhere near it when it ended.

But on another hand, he was frozen in place.

It was him. Inside that crystal was undoubtedly him. He wasn't sure if this was some kind of hell he was in. Every depiction he'd heard about purgatory was vastly different than this. Joong couldn't even tell if he was in hell.

Drip…drip…

The dragon shifted, opening its eyes once more. His lip curled up as he looked at the crystal.

"You can't keep me out forever. This is all YOUR fault. All you had to do was be a good little pawn and obey me. But no. Instead, you defy me and get BOTH of us trapped in this hell. When I free myself, there will be hell to pay."

He shook his head, droplets of shimmering blood landing on the crystal as he curled up, seemingly tired out. Joong kept deathly still, heart thundering in his chest as he felt his bangs shift with every exhale of the resting dragon.

Idly, he wondered where the other beast had slinked off to and what the full story behind the three of them was.

He looked up once more, waiting until the dragon was asleep-or at least he hoped to whatever higher power would listen that he was-before he slowly crawled out of the silk of his tail for the first time. He kept his steps quiet as he stood in front of the crystal, gently extending a hand and placing it over the outside.

He definitely was some kind of sailor, given his tattered attire. Joong scanned as much as he could, not liking the idea of him being out in the open in front of the mad dragon behind him for too long.

His eyes wandered downwards and he cringed at the wounds littered all over the man's arms, torso, and legs.

They were deep, like the fangs of a rabid beast.

All at once, he felt like something had slammed into his temple, images flooding his mind.

"Protect our crew….find me later."

Joong held his head, nearly screaming at the splitting feeling that coursed through him

"I love you all….so much."

He snapped his head up, looking up at the face of his double in the crystal.

Had his eyes always been cracked open like that?

Joong panted, staring at the motionless man, more questions emerging in his head. Behind him, the dragon shifted and he quickly made his way back into his hiding place, heart thundering once more.

From within the crystal, The Captain watched him rush out of his line of sight.

'I'm…so tired of being alone.'

-Monday, March 25th, 11am-

-227 Days Remain-

"Are your friends…okay today?" Yunho inquired, looking down at Hongjoong in amusement. The pianist looked around his frame, brow twitching slightly at the sight of his friends not so subtly playing hooky in lieu of watching over them.

"What the hell do they expect us to do? Fuck in an elevator or something?" Hongjoong hissed, tapping his foot. Yunho blinked owlishly before tapping his cheek.

"I feel like that's a really familiar concept…I'm keeping condoms on me so we can try it if you want."

Hongjoong nearly tripped as he whirled his head around to look at him.

"Yunho?!"

"What? I'll happily receive, if you're nervous."

Hongjoong did a double take, staring at the unbothered doctor as he walked beside him. He lowered his voice to a whisper.

"You're not…at all flustered by any of this?"

Yunho hummed, pausing and rubbing his chin for a moment.

"Mm…no, not really. I never have been. But that's just me." Yunho placed a hand over Hongjoong’s head, smiling softly.

"Really, it's fine if you're nervous or unsure. We don't have to do anything. I'm just happy you're here and you remember Geb and I." He spoke honestly, placing a hand in front of Hongjoong’s chest and summoning a rose so the others couldn't see. It had no thorns and Yunho carefully tucked it behind his ear.

Hongjoong smiled and smiled as they ducked into the library.

Maybe with the continued reassurance, he could finally calm his chaotic thoughts and focus on preparing himself.

Except. That isn't at all what happened.

In fact, a different chain of thoughts weasel their way into his brain as he reads the same paragraph over and over again for the third time.

Yunho, lips curled up in that kind way, rose pink dusting his cheeks as his thighs fell open like a flower blooming.

The arch of his back, the strain of the sheets below his palm as he tugged at them, the groans and breathless keens of Hongjoong’s name.

"Right there, you know how we like it, don't you~? Keep moving your hips just-ngh!-just like that. Hongjoong~ Hongjoong!"

"Hongjoong?"

The musician startled, looking up at Yunho with wide eyes. The doctor blinked at him before his eyes travel down.

The evidence of Hongjoong’s wandering thoughts is obvious.

Hongjoong feels shame and embarrassment wash over him, but Yunho only let out a gentle exhale, a soft fruit-scented sigh as he leaned over and pressed his lips to Hongjoong’s.

It wasn't demanding or frantic, just a slow connection that somehow made him feel grounded once again. Yunho didn't escalate it further, cautious of their setting as he peppered Hongjoong’s lips in kisses.

"I can't properly articulate how damn good it feels to know you can't get us out of your mind."

Hongjoong flushed.

Us.

His brain was especially traitorous today. Imagining rough calloused hands running down his spine, pressing down, the pop and crack of his back nearly making him moan more than the cock nestled deep inside of him, a voice speaking in his ear in a language he didn't know but it sent goosebumps down his spine, nonetheless.

"Geb," Hongjoong muttered under his breath. Another chuckle slipped from Yunho’s lips, though it was different, deeper.

Hongjoong shuddered.

"Do not strain yourself. We're not going anywhere."

Hongjoong cleared his throat, beet red, and looked at Geb’s ice blue eye, the other one remaining Yunho’s usual kind brown color.

That's right. They shared. They were exceptional at it.

Compared to…?

Were there any others Hongjoong knew about that had…well, a whole separate entity living inside of them?

Warm hands cupped his cheek and drew his focus in once more.

"How about you come home with us again? Let's try something a bit different tonight." Yunho hummed, smiling softly as he leaned in for a kiss. Hongjoong’s eyes nearly closed fully before Yunho’s lips brushed past his cheek as he leaned into his ear.

"I'll be using my powers a bit tonight. I hope that's alright." He whispered before pulling away. Hongjoong nearly chased after his lips before he caught himself, clearing his throat.

Yunho smiled, satisfied, and leaned away from him, going back to the book in front of him.

Neither of them were really reading a damn thing on those pages.

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When Hongjoong stepped into Yunho’s home after they’d gotten finished studying, he was met with the smell of simmering meat.

He instinctively turned towards the kitchen, hearing sizzling.

It was…so familiar, this scent.

Yunho put his hand at the small of his back and smiled down at him.

“Do you want to go see what Mingi and Yeosang are cooking, or do you want to go straight upstairs?” He inquired. Hongjoong glanced again before he rubbed his neck.

“Is it okay? I don’t want to intrude.” He admitted. Yunho nearly told him ‘of course you can’ without hesitation, but he caught himself. He’d seen the occasional concerned glances.

Hongjoong definitely knew Mingi was cautious around him.

Respecting that, Yunho told him to wait, striding into the kitchen and beaming at the ex prince and boatswain that darted around each other. Yeosang’s tails were out on full display, occasionally brushing along the exposed skin of Mingi’s abdomen or back as the shirtless man measured spices.

That being said, the kitsune currently had a one-track-mind, as evidenced by the shriek that he let out when he turned and saw Yunho looming just a few feet from him.

Mingi tensed in an instant, a white knuckled grip on a knife and his eyes flashing purple before he paused, blinking at Yunho in realization as Yeosang held his chest.

“Oh my god, Yunho what the fu-”

“Are you okay?!” Hongjoong rushed in after the scream, blinking in surprise when his eyes landed on Yeosang.

All four men stared at each other like deer in headlights. Yeosang stood slowly, unable to hide the fact his massive, silken tails had been visible to the pianist.

He still dispelled them, though.

“Uh…hi?” He sheepishly greeted, hoping Hongjoong wouldn’t have another painful headache because of him.

Hongjoong slow blinked, looking from him, to Mingi, and finally, Yunho.

“....is everyone alright?” He questioned slowly. Yeosang nodded, wondering if he was going to ask. Hongjoong’s shoulders relaxed, and he looked towards Yeosang once more.

“....they were really pretty.” He complimented. Yeosang blushed and opened his mouth to ask him if he remembered anything, but he stopped short, watching as Hongjoong went rigid.

“Cheese smells food! Cheese would like to taste test the food now!”

Anything Yeosang had to say was gone the moment Cheese came bounding into the room, barking excitedly. Hongjoong’s eyes went wide as Cheese jumped up, putting his paws on Mingi’s chest.

“Cheese has been a very good Cheese! Cheese would now like some of your quality spiced meats now!”

To Hongjoong, all he could hear was barking.

Barking and the ocean.

-It’s so loud. The splashing.

He can almost feel it, fangs biting into him.

When he inhales water fills his lungs-

Yunho took his hand and sent an apologetic look to Yeosang and Mingi, tugging Hongjoong away before he could have a panic attack. He could feel the pianist’s hand getting clammy in his own.

“Hongjoong, look at me, hey.”

Yunho turned, gently cupping his forearms. Hongjoong looked up at him, mouth opening, but nothing came out. It broke the doctor’s heart, but he didn’t show it, instead pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“Breathe with me. Take your time.”

He instructed him gently, and once Hongjoong had gathered his bearings, he realized he was seated in Yunho’s room, his head nestled in the crook of the doctor’s neck.

“I…I’m okay. Sorry.” He muttered. Yunho kissed his head and pulled back, smiling softly at him.

“It’s alright. How about we take it easy tonight? I’ll check up on dinner in a bit and maybe we watch a movie?”

Hongjoong frowned. It was clearly obvious Yunho intended to try initiating something intimate when he invited him over after the library and Hongjoong felt like once again, he’d let the taller man down.

“I-..we can still…”He hated how clammy he felt, frustrated with himself over his phobia and ‘ruining’ his and Yunho’s moment for the second time. Yunho looked at his expression and shook his head.

“I’m not here to force or pressure you, Hongjoong. Ever. I know you’re afraid of dogs and I should have checked to see where Cheese was before we came in.” Yunho quietly took responsibility, but Hongjoong’s brow only furrowed deeper.

“He shouldn’t be locked up in a room in his own house because I’m over.” He muttered, eyes fixed on his own hands.

He felt the beginnings of a headache coming on, a split-like feeling right in the center of his forehead, but he grit his teeth, anger spiking.

He was…unreasonably angry, and spot on his chest, out of sight, shimmered for a moment.

What the hell does he have to be so afraid of?

Yunho startled when Hongjoong stood abruptly, jaw set. He cast him a worried look and Hongjoong marched out of the room, heading back downstairs with Yunho hot on his heels.

“Hongjoong? Cap-Uh-wait!” Yunho stumbled, missing a step as Hongjoong stormed back into the kitchen, Mingi looked up, a spoon in hand and a curious look on his face as Hongjoong looked about.

“....you good?” He inquired, arching a brow. Hongjoong glanced around the room once more before pursing his lips. His gaze drifted over to the canine on the floor and Cheese perked.

“Oh, Cheese did not know Captain would come back, Cheese will leave-oh there is a hand in Cheese’s face.”

Cheese blinked and sniffed as Hongjoong put a shaky hand before Cheese’s nose. Yunho finally caught up, blinking in surprise before he put his hand at the small of Hongjong’s back.

“Cheese, wanna make a friend? Can you be nice and give kisses?” Yunho inquired. Cheese perked and sat up on his haunches, sniffing Hongjoong’s hand more.

“Of course Cheese can be nice! Cheese is a valuable member of the crew-oh. Oh! The Captain smells of many souls. This confuses Cheese.” Cheese gently licked his hand, pressing his head into Hongjoong’s palm shortly after. Mingi and Yunho’s eyebrows rose as Hongjoong shakily cooed to the dog.

“G-good boy…such a handsome boy…” Hongjoong stuttered, slowly relaxing thanks to Cheese’s surprising calmness.

Yeosang came back into the kitchen, blinking in surprise at the return of the pianist. He looked at Yunho and Mingi, tilting his head at them both and the perplexed looks on their faces.

“Definately….He smells of blood…lotus…some kind of leather…fire…? And the ocean. He smells a lot like the ocean. Oh, and amber. Its an interesting combination for Cheese. Cheese smells at least three…nnn..no, four souls.”

All of them stared at the Jindo in shock as he gruffawed and keened, lifting his head to accept scratches from Hongjoong. The young man had slowly relaxed, smiling and pressing his head together with the dog’s once Cheese gave him a lick to the cheek.

“Thank you…sorry, I just…I hate feeling so afraid. There’s no need to be. Not of this little guy, right Cheese?” Hongjoong beamed, smiling as Cheese let out a small, mini howl in delight and wagged his tail.

“No problem…are you feeling alright?” Yeosang inquired, looking down at Hongjoong. He hadn’t the slightest clue on where to begin when it came to unpacking what the dog had told them, but he’d save that brain crunch for later, instead wanting to focus on the matter at hand.

“I feel…a lot better than I did before. I really appreciate you all being so patient with me in these moments of weakness.”

The three of them stared at him. Such a simple phrase, but they’d heard it before, knew it well.

When their Captain thrashed in his sleep, when he reached blindly and cried for his fallen mother. When the hooks of nightmarish slumber pushed down on his lungs and made it hard to breathe, they’d be there. He always said the same thing, wiping away his tears in frustration.

“Ah…what kind of Capt’n am I? Making my crew worry about me like that. I’m sorry, it was a moment of weakness. Thank you for pullin’ me out of it.”

Mingi looked away, his fingers tapping against the counter in front of him while Yunho gently put his arm around him, pulling Hongjoong close to him and kissing his head. Yeosang gently came closer and reached, taking Hongjoong’s hands. He brought them to his lips, kissing his knuckles softly.

“You can lean on us, Hongjoong. We all could use an attitude adjustment, but I promise, we’re a lot more reliable than we look.” Yeosang spoke against the skin of his hands. Slowly, he lifted his gaze up to Hongjoong’s, taking in the flustered flush that crept up the man’s neck. He stared at him, lips parted in surprise.

“I- Oh, Thank you, Yeosang.”

Yeosang let his hands go and smiled, motioning for the two to leave the kitchen.

“Now shoo. Dinner won’t be done for a while. Find something more interesting to occupy your time with.” He urged.

Yunho mouthed a ‘thank you’ over Hongjoong’s head, leaning to kiss Mingi’s cheek and Yeosang’s birthmark before he picked the pianist up.

“C’mon, you nearly gave me a heart attack running out so suddenly.” He lightly scolded, taking Hongjoong back upstairs.

Hongjoong flushed, rubbing his neck in embarrassment, but Yunho simply pulled him in for a kiss, pressing their heads together.

“Do you want to continue?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want to continue because you want to?”

“Yes.”

Hongjoong was frustrated with everyone treating him like he’d break, but he understood well the position he was in. As much as he got flustered and even embarrassed by the coddling, at least he knew both his friends and his boyfriend cared about his comfort.

Yunho smiled and stole another kiss, cupping both of Hongjoong’s cheeks and teasing his piercing with his own tongue, lightly tugging at the ball. Hongjoong whimpered into his lips, pressing himself against him, his hips twitching as he felt himself grow harder in his loose-fitting pants.

When Yunho broke the kiss, there was a completely different look in his eyes, one that made Hongjoong shudder in need as the taller man took a step back, pulling his shirt over his head. He tossed it aside and worked on the button of his jeans, smiling at Hongjoong as he followed his every move with his eyes.

“Have a seat there,” He pointed to the rolling chair he had near a desk adorned with plants and notes. Hongjoong sat himself down, his eyes locking onto the scar on Yunho’s abdomen before he bit his lip lightly, noticing Yunho tugging the waistband of his pants down, his cock springing out moments later.

Hongjoong was proud of himself for not letting out any of the noises of want that so desperately wanted to slip free from his mouth.

He was not, however, able to keep back the gasp of surprise when Yunho wrapped a vine around the chair and pulled him in closer, until he was at the end of the bed staring doe eyed as the doctor situated himself in the middle.

“What…what exactly are we doing, aga-...”Hongjoong trailed off, eyes drifting between Yunho’s legs as the doctor spread them apart, fully on display in front of him. Everything he had in mind died in his throat as he eyed Yunho with a want that made his fingers twitch.

“I want you to watch me, watch us, if that’s alright?” He instructed, running a hand down his torso before wrapping it around his cock. Hongjoong didn’t brave trying to speak again, worried he’d sound like a fool as he followed every stroke and upward curve of Yunho’s hand.

“Geb, it’s okay. I don’t think he minds.” Yunho moaned, smiling as he felt the fractured god take over part of his body, smooth vines wrapping around his legs, pulling them wider apart so he couldn’t close them and hide anything from the view of their Captain.

“Hongjoong, I think you’ll delight in knowing we’ve gotten quite sensitive. Look here,” Geb rumbled, thin vines curling around and rolling Yunho’s nipples until they hardened into buds. Yunho shuddered and moaned, bucking into his own hand.

“I wonder if you recall how needy we can get when it comes to this. It’s been many moons and we’ve even perfected the right mix for our nectar. Isn’t that right, Yunho? Should we show him?”

Yunho whimpered, nearly closing his eyes in pleasure. Both of them turned ice blue and Geb tutted as he opened them back fully.

“Come, now, Yunho. Don’t look away from him.” Geb scolded. Yunho groaned and lifted his hips, clenching on nothing at the mere thought of what was to come.

Hongjoong pushed his own pants down past his thigh, laughing in disbelief as he watched a vine thicker and smoother than the one teasing Yunho’s nipples appeared, dribbling something translucent and sweet-smelling over Yunho’s asshole.

“How often do you play with yourself like this, Yunho? If you two have perfected it, how many nights did it take?” He asked without thinking, smiling at the way Yunho’s hips twitched.

“I-nn-I’ve lost count…I just let Geb guide and feel around for what’s best-ah!” He choked on his own voice as he bucked, feeling his own vine push into him, coated in the aphrodisiac-like nectar.

Hongjoong bit his lip, grabbing his own cock and pumping in time with Yunho’s as Geb chuckled and growled into the room.

“My, it’s been too long. We’ve been neglecting ourselves. He’s tight, Hongjoong. Practically sucking in our vines and it’s still not enough, is it?” He let out a faux sympathetic sigh, more vines wrapping around Yunho’s thick thighs, kneading and gripping them as he fucked himself. The god wasn’t sure if the doctor even knew he’d given up control of their vines a few minutes ago, letting him control his (well, technically their) pleasure.

Hongjoong kicked his pants off and away from himself, moaning as he watched Yunho arch and stroke himself faster, softly moaning Hongjoong’s name.

The bed dipped, and the two-toned man joined him, crawling up on his hands and knees and licking up Yunho’s balls, past the length of his cock, over his fingers, before kissing the head of his weeping cock.

“H-Hongjoong-”

“Don’t stop. You wanted to show me, right?” He whispered, putting his head on Yunho’s thigh, his breath fanning over Yunho’s cock and his stuffed hole.

Yunho sucked his lip in and trembled, making the vine thicker inside of himself, mirroring the size he knew his smaller lover was. He moaned and arched his back, eyes nearly rolling back as he felt thick, warm nectar electrify his very being.

“That’s it, pretty boy. I’m here. Show me up close how beautiful you look when you cum.” Hongjoong sighed lovingly, reaching to rub around Yunho’s stuffed rim, smiling when he jolted upwards.

“Fuck! Ngh-!”

Hongjoong was honestly curious, and clearly was thinking with the head between his legs instead of the one between his shoulders as he leaned down and ran his tongue over both the vine as it pulled out, and the rim of Yunho’s hole, catching some of the nectar on his tongue.

Yunho’s thighs flexed, and had it not have been for the vines and Geb’s quiet monitoring of their play, he might have snapped them shut. His body trembled, a mixture of several languages spilling from his lips as he chased his orgasm, eyes blown wide with lust as he watched Hongjoong.

He found his mouth running far faster than his brain could catch up with.

“Hongjoong, please-” He whimpered, eyes rolling as he felt his own vine push against his prostate. Hongjoong looked up at his face, tilting his head.

“What is it, baby? What’s wrong?”

Yunho didn’t have an ounce of embarrassment in his body, looking at him with his lips swollen from self biting, panting like he’d ran a marathon, reaching to run a hand through Hongjoong’s hair.

“I want…mmmnn…I want you…please? I’ll even wait for you I just- please-” He groaned, his hand speeding up on his cock before he stopped abruptly, stilling the vine in his ass and ruining his orgasm. Hongjoong bit his lip and sat up, watching as veins throbbed on Yunho’s cock, thighs, hands, neck, and temple, straining as he tried to force himself down from his ruined ecstasy.

“Where’s the condoms you bought?” Hongjoong whispered. Excitement and a flicker of anxiety ran through him, but he found the former beating out the latter as Yunho shakily sent a vine to grab one of the two boxes he’d bought yesterday. Hongjoong took it, tearing the package and rolling it down his cock.

He crawled up until they could press their foreheads together, his palms splayed out on the bed sheets at either side of Yunho’s ribs. They held each other’s gaze, and Yunho simply smiled, guiding Hongjoong’s cock down to his hole after sliding the messy vine out of himself.

Hongjoong looked down between them, slowly pressing his hips down and gasping softly as he felt Yunho’s tight and slick walls grip him.

Both men groaned into the plant-filled room. Yunho gripped his cock tight, forcing down another orgasm as he looked at where they were joined, a dazed and joyful curl of his lips making Hongjoong growl above him.

“Y-Yunho, don’t clench so tight, baby. I can b-barely move-” Hongjoong moaned, pressing biting kisses down Yunho’s neck. The doctor groaned and let his head roll to the side, his cock making a mess of his abs.

“I…mmm I can’t help it, you don’t have to go slow.” He urged, trying to rock his hips. Hongjoong opened his mouth to tell him he didn’t want to hurt him, but Yunho leaned into his ear, running his hand through his hair.

“I like the stretch. Go faster.” He purred, moaning in delight when Hongjoong kissed him with fervor, working up a steady pace. Yunho sucked on his tongue and moaned in approval, stroking himself at an off-beat tempo.

Hongjoong was hyperaware of every sound once more.

Every slap of their hips together, every slick sound of Yunho’s cock in his hand, every filthy smack of their lips in their kiss, all of it made Hongjoong’s body feel like sparks were trailing through his veins.

“That’s it~ Mmn, you’re so eager, I think you remember our body well, Hongjoong. You’re making such a…mmm…delightful expression, does it feel that good?” Geb moaned, the triangle covering Yunho’s eye once more as they both looked up at Hongjoong.

The pianist sucked in a breath and rolled his hips down and to the left, smiling as his memory served right, listening as both of them let out a swear of surprise. His lips quirked as he slowed his hips down immediately afterwards. Yunho looked at him in surprise, opening his mouth, but Hongjoong cut him off.

“I want to try the vine, too. At the same time.”

Even the god was caught off guard, but they recovered quickly, with a vine dribbling sweet nectar between the musician’s cheeks.

Yunho smiled and reached around his frame, holding his cheeks open as Hongjoong resumed his thrusts. Hongjoong sighed against Yunho’s skin as he felt the tip of it press into his hole.

“Nice and slow, Joongie.”

Hongjoong’s hips stuttered for only a moment as the slick tip pushed into him, a groan of surprise spilling from his lips. It certainly was bigger than Yunho’s fingers, but not enough to knock the wind out of him, and soon he found his rhythm again, grinding into Yunho at a deep, slow pace.

“Right there, right there yes nngh!” Yunho arched, nearly covering his mouth at the shaky gasp that spilled from his lips, catching himself off guard. Hongjoong noticed and grit his teeth, sweat rolling down his brow as he took his hand and pulled it away, lacing their fingers together and staring down into his eyes.

Yunho looked up, holding his gaze as he gradually thickened and curved the vine inside of Hongjoong, smiling as Hongjoong let out his own cry of delight, feeling it rub right against his prostate.

Hongjoong looked down, and like before, felt that phantom feeling of rocking on a boat as he rolled his hips downwards, his bangs sticking to his forehead.

Yunho…felt as good as he’d always did.

He always stared at him with those big brown eyes, deep with love and eager for more.

Always…

“I love you.” Hongjoong panted, grabbing handfuls of the sheets as he looked down at Yunho. The doctor’s lips parted in surprise and he opened his mouth to respond, but Hongjoong kissed him feverishly, swallowing his moans as he sped up, reaching between them to stroke Yunho. The doctor’s hand had halted in surprise, but now it wrapped around the bars of the bed above his head as he arched his back, pretty notes falling past his lips as he looked up at Hongjoong.

“C’mon, cum with me baby, I’m so close, please I need it I was good, I was good, please-” He slipped up, his mind melting as he sped up the vine in Hongjoong, wanting him to join him in the climbing ecstasy.

Hongjoong’s eyes widened before he smiled, leaning into his ear.

“You’re so good, Yunho. You’re so good for me, for us.” He cooed, biting the shell of his ear when he heard Yunho’s breath hitch. He stroked him faster, surprised at himself and the strong need to make the doctor fall apart first.

“You and Geb are so good. Is this what I missed? Hm? You look beautiful like this. I-I don’t think I can hold back, baby. Hold me, go faster, we’re gonna cum together.” He groaned, feeling his hips ache in a way he was familiar with from performing, but with a blanket of pleasure running up and down his spine as the nectar ran down his rim and his balls.

“Thank you, thank you, I love you, right there-AH!”

Yunho arched his back and forced himself to keep his eyes open, biting his lip as Hongjoong’s expression matched his. Stars dotted his vision and he clenched tight, his body taught as he finally came with a loud cry, thick splurts making a mess of his and Hongjoong’s abs. Hongjoong smiled and kissed him, rocking back and forth desperately.

Between the tightness of Yunho’s trembling body and the dizzying pleasure of the vine in his ass, Hongjoong didn’t stand a chance, hugging Yunho and moaning into the heated skin of his neck as he came inside of the condom.

“Y-Yunho-”

He shuddered, staying in his arms and holding him as both of them tried to force air back into their lungs. The vine retreated, and Hongjoong flushed, feeling thick pearls of nectar roll out. Did he need that much lubrication? Probably not, but it gave him a hungry feeling for the real thing that made his heart skip.

Good thing both of them were already blushing from head to toe.

Yunho groaned, muscles sore as he wrapped his arms around Hongjoong, sending him a thousand watt smile.

“You did…phenomenally. I hope I feel it for days.” He mused, closing his eyes and letting his head thump against the pillow, a blissed smile on his face. Hongjoong blushed and looked down between them.

“Yunho, we should clean up. We’re covered in sweat, cum, and nectar.”

“Mmm. Gimme a moment. I’m basking.”

Hongjoong sent him a flat look before he playfully rolled his eyes, putting his head on Yunho’s chest.

He supposed it wasn’t too bad to rest for a bit more.

Just a little.

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Once they were out of earshot, Yeosang sighed softly, shoulders slumping. Mingi looked at him out of the corner of his eye before looking down at Cheese.

“You said you smelled four souls inside of him?”

Cheese looked up and nodded, letting out a big yawn before sprawling onto the cool tile of the kitchen floor.

“One is his. The scents Cheese told you about are the ones Cheese smelled in them. Amber-Cheese thinks that is his soul, it is the strongest smelling. Then bloody lotus, fire and leather, and the ocean. The ocean scent is the faintest. Like it’s fading.”

Both of their eyes widened and Mingi clenched his fists so hard, he had crescents in his palms.

“Captain…are you…are you still in there?” He whispered without thinking. Yeosang tapped his lip and paced the room, eyes fixed on the tiles as he tried to process the gravity of their findings.

He shook his head, ruffling his hair, and turned to Mingi instead, walking over to gently tuck himself in the taller immortal's arms.

"Are you okay, Mingi?"

Mingi wrapped his arms around him, conflict swirling in his mind.

"I…I don't know."

Yeosang gave him a squeeze and looked into his eyes.

"It's okay not to know right now. We can navigate through this together. It's confusing as all hell. But, what matters to me right now," he gently kissed Mingi and leaned back so he could stare into his eyes.

"Is that all of my loves are full and taken care of. Do you want dessert made? I can start." He offered, rubbing Mingi’s cheeks. Mingi looked at him for a long time before putting his hands over Yeosang’s.

"Would…would you still love me if I wasn't the same me you've always known?"

Yeosang pressed his lips together before he exhaled softly.

"I would."

"How do you know?"

"The you in front of me isn't the you from centuries ago. The me in front of you isn't the me from centuries ago. None of us have escaped the touch of pain and time. Just because we do not deteriorate or change physically doesn't mean we haven't changed emotionally and mentally." Yeosang closed his eyes and hummed.

"It's…been hard and there's an awful rift between us that hurts so much…but I still love you. I still love everyone. Mingi," he pulled the taller man into a hug.

"If…if you don't still love me…or us…that's within your right. I'm not going to force you. I just…I'll do everything in my power to help you and everyone smile again. I can do that."

Mingi felt his heart clench in pain, hugging him tight.

"I do love you!” He spoke hurriedly, worried he’d offended the ex prince by his venting. Yeosang didn’t say a word, gently petting his hair and smiling softly, waiting for him to continue after he gave him a small, encouraging nod. Mingi worried his lip between his teeth.

“I…I want things to go back to before. I want everyone back. I'm so tired." He whispered, his eyes cast at the ground.

Yeosang rubbed his back, gently kissing his cheek. He felt his heart squeeze.

He was also to blame for this, he knew inaction and fear spoke just as loud as action and hostility.

His upbringing taught him better than to be a bystander, and still he let the others and Mingi down.

"I'm…sorry I haven't done enough to protect you. Is…is there anything I can do? Or…is it too late? It's just us, you can be honest with me." Yeosang felt his own tears well up as he looked at Mingi. The taller man sucked in a breath and looked at him for a long time.

"I…I have a lot I need to get off my chest…right now, I need someone to talk to. If…if it's alright?" He whispered. Yeosang smiled and kissed his knuckles.

"I'll turn the fire off and we can take a walk so no one interrupts. Is that alright? We can bring Cheese." He offered. Mingi looked at him and then the dog and nodded once.

"Thank you, Yeosang. I'm sorry."

"No need to be sorry, Mingi. Here, I'll grab your coat."

Mingi cast a look at the kitchen before he took a breath and looked down at Cheese, smiling as the dog nudged his thigh.

“Cheese does not know what happened, but Cheese loves his family and will provide excellent emotional support!”

Mingi exhaled, laughing wetly before he heard Yeosang approach with his coat, handing it to him with a worried look settled in his brow.

“Shall we go, Mingi?” He inquired. Mingi nodded, grabbing Cheese’s leash and grabbing Yeosang’s hand within his own shaking one.

“I’m coming. I’ll lead the way.”

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In the Studio/ 1

Pairing- Hongjoong x Named Reader

Word count- 5.4k

Includes- lots of oral, pussy eating, blow job, deepthroating, cum eating, fingering, sex, riding, multiple orgasms all around

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Part 2

Hongjoong POV

I replay the song on the computer for her to listen to

It starts but I notice her squirming in the chair next to me

She's been doing that all day

I wonder if she's restless

She has been sitting next to me for eight hours while I work on songs and ask for her opinion

I stop the music

"What's wrong?"

"Huh?", she asks, completely in her own world

"You've been moving and squirming around all day. It's like you can't sit still"

"Oh sorry", she says, her cheeks pink

"Ok but why are you moving so much?"

"Joong drop it"

Yeah ok, when has that ever worked on me?

"Just tell me and save ten minutes of me hounding you and you're just going to tell me anyway"

She huffs, "Fine. I'm horny"

I just raise my eyebrow, "Aren't we all"

"Oh shut up Joong. You can have sex whenever you want. You're famous, girls will drop their panties in a second for you"

That is very true

It's too easy to get girls

"The rest of us have to work a little harder than just smiling at someone"

Yeah I remember that

It sucked

"So sorry if I can't get any as much or easily as you can"

I just raise my eyebrow and she glares, sticking her tongue out at me

I laugh while she just grumbles

"Alright alright. I'll eat you out", I say, deciding on a solution

Her eyes snap open and she gapes at me

"You...what?"

Jeez it's not like its a big deal

She's my best friend

It's fine

"I said I'll eat your pussy. Make you cum a few times and you'll feel better"

"Hongjoong what the fuck?"

"Oh what Jo?", I roll my eyes, "It's really not a big deal alright. You're my best friend. You need to cum and I can make you. Then you'll stop being grumpy and help me with this song"

Her mouth hangs open as she looks at me like I have ten heads

"I've been told I'm really good at it", I add

Girls I've done it to rave about my tongue and praised me for how good I ate them

So I know I'm good

If I can help her I will

"Fine", she answers

I nod, standing up, "Go lay on the couch"

She takes a breath then stands going to be couch and lays down

Standing over her, I take her shoes off, open her shorts, pulling them and her panties down

Pulling her to the end of the couch, I get on my knees then open her legs

Oh man, her pussy is pretty

Pretty swollen lips, small throbbing clit, juice leaking out of her

Nice

"Someone is really horny", I tease

"I told you that Hongjoong", she huffs

"Ok jagi, relax", I laugh

Pushing her legs up, I use my fingers to spread her lips

Inside her cunt is nice, wet and pink

She really has a nice pussy

I lay my tongue on her and lick up slowly, making sure she feels my whole tongue

"Oh my god Hongjoong", she whimpers, her legs shaking

I smirk

I know I'm good

Slowly I move my tongue down, then back up, tasting her and I'm surprised that she tastes so fucking good

I did not expect that

Swirling my tongue around, I watch her hand grip the couch so hard her knuckles are white

I flick her clit and she screams loudly, her hips snapping in my face, making me laugh

Licking her clit fast, I switch between that and her cunt

She leaking so much fucking juice that it's filling my mouth and running down my neck

I swallow it, liking the way she tastes

"Hongjoong, I'm gonna cum. Hongjoong!", she yells

I don't stop, my tongue flying across her cunt, wanting her to orgasm

After all, that's why I started this

"Hongjoong!", she cries, her hand snaking in my hair, holding me against her as she orgasms

My tongue keeps moving, a deliciously sweet taste filling my mouth

It's creamy and slides down my throat nicely

Fuck her cum is best thing I've ever tasted

Jesus Christ

After she finishes, I slip my tongue up and move my mouth around her clit

She inhales sharply as I start sucking on her, her panting hard

As I keep my mouth going, I realize I really like sucking on her clit

It's small, feels good in my mouth and I love feeling it throb in between my lips

I don't want to stop

Moving two fingers inside her, I move them in and out in time to my sucking

"Joongie", she moans and fuck, I like hearing her call my name

Letting go of her clit, I move another finger inside her, trying to find her spot

I kiss her inner thigh as I move, trying different angles to find it

"Joongie!", she whines

"I know baby. I'm gonna suck on you again, I'm just trying to find..."

I trail off

Shifting my hand again, I slide into a spot, rubbing it and she yells loudly, soaking my hand

"Got it", I smirk, then suck her clit back in my mouth, immediately tugging and playing

"Fuck fuck fuck!", she shouts, her whole body shaking

I run my free hand under her shirt and up her body to her boobs

Pulling down her bra, her boob pops out and I pinch her nipple

"Hongjoong fuck. Oh god"

I move my hand back down, quickly lick my fingers then go back and play with her nipple and sucking on her clit again

I keep my fingers inside, right against her spot, rubbing and pressing on it

Her cunt throbs around my fingers fast and tightly and I wonder what it would feel like to have her pulse like this around my cock

Great, now I'm hard

She pulls my hair, screaming my name as her cunt squeezing my fingers, coming on them

I don't stop anything I'm doing until she finishes

Only then do I pull my fingers out and put them straight into my mouth, licking her cream off them

I close my eyes loving the taste

Fuck what's wrong with me?

I never liked any girl's cum as much as I like hers

And fuck me, I want more

Spreading her open again, I lick around her hole then shove my tongue inside, her cunt squeezing so tightly

"Joongie", she squeals, squirming against me

"Again", I answer

"I don't know if-"

"You can", I encourage her, "You have to. I want it"

"Www..what? Want what?", she asks breathlessly

"Your cum"

"Uh what?"

"I want your cum", I repeat, moving my tongue in and out of her, each throb on it sending pleasure straight to my dick

"You do? Why?"

I know she's surprised

I am too

"Because it tastes so good. Fuck I never tasted cum like yours. So good and so fucking creamy. I'm addicted and I want it", I tell her

"Oh shit", she gasps

"So please cum and give it to me"

Moving faster, I tongue fuck her hard, more of her juice spilling out

Her hands pull on my hair hard, her hips moving as she fucks my tongue and face

God why is this so fucking hot?

She's turning me on so much

I'm gonna have to jerk off after this

Her cunt squeezes my tongue so hard, sending pleasure down my spine right to my cock

God I'm so hard, it hurts

"Joongie...fuck... Hongjoong", she cries, her hips stopping, body arching and I shove my tongue as far in as I can, her cream completely covering it

Moaning in her pussy, I move my tongue out, swallowing her cum, then diving back in for more

"Joongie", she whimpers as I clean her up

"Yeah baby", I answer, pulling away once her cum is all gone

Pressing a kiss to her pussy, I stand up, looking down at her, her eyes closed, her chest heaving as she breathes hard, a light sheen of sweat at her hairline

Holy shit, she's so fucking gorgeous

I know she's pretty, I have eyes but I never noticed how pretty

Her eyes open and move to me, my breath leaving my body as I notice her pretty brown eyes

I knew her eyes were brown but I didn't know how beautiful they were

I never looked into them

My dick throbs and I need some relief

"I'll be right back"

She sits up, "Where are you going"

"I'm uh...hard and I need to jerk off"

Might as well be honest

"Oh", she says, her eyes widening and looking down at my crotch

At the big tent in my pants

"Yeah, so I'll be back", I say, starting to move to the door of my studio

As I pass her, her hand shoots out and grabs my arm

Turning my head to look back at her, she pulls me closer to her until I'm standing in front of her

What's going on?

I told her I have to jerk off

Badly

Her eyes look up at me, her hands on the waist band of my sweatpants

Slowly she pulls them down, her eyes on me as if waiting for me to stop her

Once my pants are down, she palms my dick through my boxers

My body shivers at her touch and I don't know why the fuck that's happening

I don't react this way to being touched

Girls react this way to me

Her hands slide up my thighs, hooking in the elastic of my boxers, a question in her eyes

I nod and she pulls my boxers all the way down until they're pooling at feet with my pants

Her eyes move to my dick, gaping once she sees it

"Oh my god"

"What?", I ask, curious about her reaction

"This is the biggest cock I've ever seen", she murmurs, her hand around me, slowly jerking me off

Yeah alright, that's surprising

I don't know what to say to that so I stay quiet

She moves forward, her tongue licking my slit, licking the cum I'm leaking off

"Mmm", she whimpers, her tongue licking me again and again

Pleasure explodes in my body, a soft moan escaping my mouth

Removing her hand, she licks up my shaft over and over

And I can't tear my eyes from her

I watch her lick around my head, then take it in her mouth, sucking softly

Pleasure runs up my spine and I softly move my fingers in her hair

She moves down my length, sucking faster, her tongue against the underside of my dick, my shaft sliding along it, adding to the pleasure

Fuck me, how is she so good at blow jobs?

No, it's more like, how did I not know that she's this good?

We talk about our sex lives to each other

We don't have any secrets

How was this never brought up?

Her hands rest at my hips, her fingers softly running along my skin and it feels good

Everything feels amazing

She moves further down, bottoming me out in her throat, swallowing, her throat constricting around me

"Oh my fucking god", I gasp as she chokes a little

Holy shit that feels so good

Her head moves back, then back down, bobbing quickly, my cock moving in and out of her throat

God it's so tight

"Baby faster", I beg, watching my cock disappear in her mouth over and over, so wet

I can't believe I'm watching my best friend blow me

I never thought this would happen

But then again I never thought I'd eat her out and love it

Every swallow on my length, sends pleasure straight to cock, making me throb in her throat

God I'm so close but I need more

"Baby..can I...", I stammer through the bliss, "Can I fuck your throat?"

God I want to so much

Her throat is perfect to fuck

Nice and tight

She nods, stopping her movements

She sits back on her feet, keeping her mouth open for me

I'm so fucking turned on

Gripping her hair tighter, I thrust into her mouth, softly at first

I want to go hard but I don't want to hurt her

"Mmmm", she urges

I move faster and a little harder with each stroke making sure she can take it and it's not hurting her

Soon I'm plunging in her throat, bottoming out, her moans mixing with mine, so loud in my studio

"Fuck baby, you look so goddamn hot with my dick in you're mouth", I praise her, "So fucking pretty"

Thrusting in, she swallows on me, stars blasting in my eyes from the pleasure

I'm so close

Moving a few more times, I snap, ecstasy washing over me as I shove my cock down her throat, shooting cum

She immediately sucks on my length and I shout in pure pleasure

Oh god, so fucking good

Her mouth fuck, sucking and swallowing desperately on me

"Yes baby girl. Fuck swallow all of it. Fuck"

Once the pleasure ebbs away, she slows her sucking before pulling away completely

I sigh, so satisfied

I had no clue my best friend would give me the best blow of my life

She sits back on the couch, pushing her breasts back inside her shirt, then reaches for her panties

I realize I'm just standing there with my pants down and immediately pull them back up

After we're both dressed, we stay where we are, silence falling in the room

"So uh...thanks", she says

"Oh yeah. Sure. Uh feel better?"

"Yeah", she nods, "A lot better. Do you feel uh..."

"Yup. Great", I answer awkwardly, "Thanks ah for that"

"No problem"

Looking down, I move my hand to the back of my neck

"So uh, wanna listen to the song?"

"Yeah great!", she answers, too happily

I nod, heading to my chair

She follows, sitting in hers but she moves it a little away for me

And for some reason that bothers me

We just did something sexual, had our mouths on each other and now she doesn't want to sit next to me?

"You gonna play the song Joongie?"

"Oh yeah ok"

I press play, the music coming on

I try to keep my eyes on the screen but after a few moments, I can't, turning to look at her

Her eyes are close, her head slightly moving to the music

She's so fucking gorgeous

What the fuck is wrong with me?

This is my best friend

I'm just noticing because of what we just did

There's nothing more to it

I've never had any feelings for her, she's never had any feelings for me and it's still the same

A little oral isn't going to change that, I assure myself, the focus on the song

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Three months later

"We're gonna do something different today", I inform her as I pull her jeans and panties down

She's already laying on the couch in my studio

After that first time we went down on each other, it happened again a week later

Then again and again, until we just decided to keep letting it happen

We didn't talk about it, we didn't stop it and it happens almost every time we see each other

I just can't get enough of her taste, eating her cunt, letting her ride my mouth

And apparently she can't get enough of me either, letting me fuck her throat is different positions or jerking off in her mouth

We both really enjoy sixty nines too

I can eat her pretty pussy while feeling pleasure from her sucking my cock

The other thing is I was right

Oral hasn't changed anything between us

We're still friends only

No romantic or mushy stuff, just acting like we normally do around each other

It's great

"What's that?", she asks as I kneel down, pulling her to the edge of the couch

"You're gonna help me eat you out"

She raises her eyebrow, "Uh what?"

I lick her cunt slowly, dragging my tongue, making sure I wet her good

"Oh my god", she cries, shivering

I just smile, loving the way she reacts to my tongue

No girl reacts like she does, no girl has ever begged me to eat her out the way she does

When I get to her clit, I suck it into my mouth, tugging on her a few times, listening to her screams

I like her screams

Taking her hand, I move two of her fingers into her pussy

"Fuck yourself baby girl"

She moves her hand, her fingers moving in and out of her cunt and fuck I'm so hard

She moans softly, making me smirk

"Feels good?"

She nods

"Good"

I move my mouth around her clit again and suck on her

"Oh god", she whines, her free hand sliding into my hair

Her throbbing clit feels so good in my mouth

I love sucking on her

I can literally do it for hours if she'd let me

After a while of playing with her clit I notice that she stopped moving her hand

"Keep going baby", I say, tapping her hand

She moves her fingers again slower

My eyes flit to her face while I play with her

She's so fucked out, her eyes closed and in so much pleasure

Her hand slows even more

I grab her wrist, moving her hand faster, shoving her fingers in her cunt over and over

"Oh fuck", she moans, "I'm gonna cum"

"Yeah baby girl. Cum on your fingers"

Her legs shake as she shouts, gripping my hair hard as she explodes

"Good girl", I praise her between sucks

When she finishes, I pull her fingers out of her

They're soaked with her creamy cum and I want it in my mouth

I lick one of her fingers, her sweet taste hitting me hard

"Fuck Joongie"

Looking up at her, I find her watching me

Smirking, I lick her other finger that was inside her, moving both into my mouth and sucking her off them, my eyes on hers

"So good", I tell her

She inhales sharply and I just smile, "More?"

She nods

"Ok jagi"

I slide her fingers back inside her, licking her clit slowly

"Oh god", she whimpers

Continuing to lick her, I move my hand under hers, sliding two of my fingers inside her too

"I'll help you baby", I tell her, "You get so lost in what my tongue is doing, you forget to fuck yourself. We can't have that right?"

"Uh uh", she groans

"So I'll help you"

"Ok Joongie"

"Good girl"

Running my tongue over her swollen clit, I move my fingers in and out

My hand is under hers so when I move, her fingers move too

She moans loudly and I snicker

"You feel us inside you jagi?"

She nods, biting her lip

I move her fingers into her, "Here's yours", then move mine, "Here's mine"

"Yeah Joongie", she whines cutely

"Here's your spot baby", I tell her, moving her fingers into it

"Oh", she whimpers

I move my fingers into her spot, pressing on it, her cunt soaking both our hands

"Go ahead baby. Press on your spot. I showed you where it is"

Her fingers move on their own, pressing, more cream leaking into her hand

"Good baby", I praise her

Lowering my tongue, I lick everything that's in her hand, savoring the taste of her

"So fucking good baby. God your juice is amazing"

She whines so cutely, her fingers gripping my hair hard

"Wanna fuck your spot together?"

"Yes Joongie please"

Moving our hands, I angle them so both of our fingers hit her spot every time we thrust back in

"Fuck", she whimpers, her pretty legs shaking

My fingers are a little longer so I can fully hit her spot and give her the pleasure she needs

"Please", she pants, "Want you to suck Joongie"

"Oh yeah? Where jagi?"

She pulls my head closer to her, my mouth against her clit

"There"

I flick her clit with my tongue, "Here?"

"Yes", she murmurs

"Oh, so you want me to suck on your little pretty throbbing clit?"

"Yes!", she shouts, "Please"

"You gonna cream for me if I do?"

She nods, her eyes on mine, want filling them

"Gonna make a mess on our hands?"

She nods again, a pleading look on her face

"Ok baby girl. Anything for you"

Latching on to her bump, I suck hard and fast, the screams of my name music to my ears

I keep working our fingers into her spot, sucking her good

Her pretty hole throbs on our fingers so fast, that the next pull on her clit, makes her cum, screaming my name, coating our fingers in her cum

I can't fucking wait to have it in my mouth

I wait impatiently until she finishes, then pull our fingers out

God fucking damn, she made a big mess

Licking her palm, I moan, loving the taste and the way her cream feels going down my throat

Licking up to our fingers, I suck on mine and hers, cleaning them up

She's watching me and I just smirk, putting our other fingers in my mouth, sucking slowly

"Fuck Joongie", she whimpers

Keeping eye contact with her, I run my tongue all over our hands and fingers, making sure they're completely clean and I didn't miss any of her cum

When I finish, I put her fingers on her clit

"Play here for me while I tongue fuck you"

She whines but her fingers start moving, rubbing her clit

I take the few seconds to watch her getting herself off and it's so fucking erotic

I squeeze her thighs as I watch her, my cock so fucking hard, her little hole leaking so much creamy juice

Leaning forward, I lick around her slit, drinking all her juice, then I shove as much of my tongue as I can inside

"Hongjoong!", she screams, her hole tightening around my tongue, the familiar pleasure from that, going straight to my cock

Moaning into her, I move my tongue in and out, fucking into her fast

Her hand snakes in my hair, pulling hard while her other increases the speed on her clit

I fucking love this

Eating her out the first time was the best decision I've ever made

Her throbbing gets faster, she screams, "Joongie I'm coming" and proceeds to do just that all over my tongue

Keeping my tongue inside her, I swallow all her cream that falls in my mouth, enjoying the sweet taste

When she finishes, I pull my tongue out and swallow, then lick her pretty pussy clean, soft moans coming her, her legs twitching softly

Kissing her cunt, I stand up and she surges up, pulling my pants and boxers down

I kick them off with my shoes as she moves closer to me but I stop her

I want something else

Something we haven't done before

Something I've been thinking about for awhile

"Can I fuck you?"

"Me? Why me? You have girls lining up to fuck you"

I shake my head, "I don't care. I want to fuck you"

God I want to be inside her cunt

I want to know what she feels like, how tight she is, how she feels when she orgasms

I want her

It's not weird, lots of best friends fuck

She shrugs, nodding, "Yeah"

Good

Pushing her back down on the couch and shoving my fingers in cunt, I press on her spot making her gasp

Moving my fingers in and out quickly, I put my thumb on her clit, playing while I finger fuck her

"Hongjoong! Oh fuck Hongjoong!"

"Yeah baby girl. Fuck such a tight cunt. Can't wait until my cock is buried deep inside."

She doesn't say anything, too busy trying to breath

"I need you to cream my hand", I tell her, keeping up the pace, "I feel you throbbing. You're close"

She nods, her body starting to shake

"C'mon baby. I don't have all day"

Pressing on her spot, I flick her clit and she shudders, pulsing around my fingers, completely drenching my hand

"Good girl"

She opens her eyes and I make sure she's watching while I put my hand full of her cream on my cock, rubbing her cum all over

"Fuck"

"Need to be able to get in that cunt easily"

She looks at me and the next thing I know, she's up, pushing me backwards

I move back until I hit something, then she shoves me on my computer chair, climbing on my lap

She grabs my hair roughly, pulling my head back, looking in my eyes, as she reaches between us, holding my cock up, and sinking down on me

"Oh god", I moan loudly as I push through her tightness, forcing her open

"Feels good?", she asks as she takes me all in, sitting against my thighs

Good?

More like amazing

She's so tight and already she's spasming around me like crazy, her juice dripping and pooling in my lap

I nod, "So good"

"You feel good too Joongie. So big and thick. God"

Her words turn me on more and I grab at her shirt, tearing it off her body, her bra following

I need her naked

She pulls on my button up, ripping it open, the buttons flying everywhere

As she pushes my shirt off me, I'm already taking off my undershirt

She helps me, throwing it behind her

She rolls her hips once, squeezing my cock so fucking tightly

"Anytime you want me to ride you, I'll do it here", she says in my ear, "So you know this chair isn't just for work"

Fuck me

Now that's all I'm going to be thinking about when I sit here

"It's for me to fuck you", she whispers, starting to bounce on me, "And I better not find out that you fucked someone else here. From now on, only I can fuck you in this chair"

Holy crap, is this Joanne saying this to me?

She grabs my face, making me look at her, "Got it?"

I nod rapidly, "Yes"

"Good boy", she smirks, bouncing harder on me

The pleasure takes over and I can't even make a sound

All I can do is grip her hips tightly and feel her

Her hand runs in my hair, feeling shivers run down my spine

Her cunt takes me perfectly, takes all of me, sucking me back in with every bounce as if she can't wait to have me back

My length is soaked in her juice as she impaled herself on my shaft over and over

Moving my gaze to her, I suck in a breath at how fucking gorgeous she is

Her long hair, full of sweat, her eyes closed, head tilted back, biting her lip

Her body moving on me, sweat rolling down the skin between her boobs that are bouncing in my face

Moving my eyes down, I bite my lip seeing her pussy lips wrapped around my cock so tightly, leaving my cock a creamy mess every time she slides up

The whole thing is so hot, so pornographic and she looks so fucking amazing on my dick

I've never seen her naked before but goddamn have I been missing out

She takes me in again, rocking on me, her hips moving in a circle

My head brushes against a spot inside her, making her scream in pleasure, her fingers on my shoulder digging into my skin

She starts bouncing again, this time fucking my head right into that spot

Every hit to it has her skin trembling and I memorize where my cock is hitting so I can give it to her there every time

"Hongjoong, you feel so fucking good", she whimpers, her cunt holding my cock in a vise grip, pulsing hard

"Cum for me", I tell her, wanting to watch her so fucking much

A few more bounces and she screams my name, her hands pulling my hair hard, her nails in my skin

Her cunt gets unbelievably tight, the pleasure from her orgasm so fucking incredible and surprising

Seriously I never felt this much pleasure from a girl coming on me

As I ride the pleasure, I watch her, my name falling from her lips over and over, her hips rocking on me as she orgasms

"Fuck your cock Hongjoong!", she cries, "Your cock is so fucking good"

As soon as she finishes, I ask, "Again. Please jagi. Again"

"Again?", she asks confused, "You don't want me to just fuck you and make you cum?"

I shake my head, "I need to feel you cum again. The way it feels, fuck I need it. One more"

She tilts her head to the side, a habit of hers she does all the time but it's the first time I find it completely endearing

"Alright. One more. But then you cum inside me"

My eyes snap open wide, "You...want me to cum inside?"

My mind is fucking blown

She nods, "Yeah Joongie. You're my best friend and I trust you. I'm on birth control so I won't get pregnant. And...", she trails off

"And what?", I ask, wanting to know

She stays silent, her eyes everywhere but on me

"Jo. Tell me"

She hesitates, her eyes slowly moving to mine, "I want to be full of your cum ok? I want to feel you cum and I want it in me. Happy?"

Completely

I smirk, running my fingers in her sweaty hair, "Yeah baby, I'll fill your cunt with my cum. Make you nice and full ok?"

She nods, biting her lip

"Now ride me baby. I need your cunt"

She nods, her legs working as she slips up and down my shaft

As she comes down, I thrust up, right into her spot

"Fuck!", she cries, her head thrown back, "Right there Joongie"

I hit her spot again, confirming, "Right there jagi"

We move together, my hand reaching for her breast bouncing in my face

Once my hand is around it, I squeeze, amazed at how soft it is, at how hard her nipple is

Holding her breast, I attach my mouth to her nipple sucking hard and listening to her shouts

Letting go of her boob, I stay attached to her nipple, sucking desperately, wrapping my arm around her, holding her up

"Hongjoong, fuck", she moans, her cunt slamming down on my up thrusting cock

Her wet cunt is so fucking loud, squelching echoing in the room everytime she takes me back in

"God baby, your cunt is so loud, so wet. Do you hear how noisy it is?"

"Hongjoong....I....fuck..", she nods

She's so close and I know just the thing to drive her over the edge

Moving my hand from her hip to her cunt, I rub my thumb along her clit

Her body shudders, riding me harder and harder

"I wanna cum. Joongie please make me cum", she cries, her cunt holding my cock in a death grip

I rub her clit faster, sucking on her nipple, feeling her nails in my back, her cunt spasming and clenching me so fucking tightly

"Hongjoong!", she cries, her body arching as she cums all over me

My hand stops and I let go of her nipple as blinding ecstasy slams into me

"Joanne, oh my fuck!", I yell,

My hands immediately go to her hips as I bury my face in her neck, sheathing my length inside her and I finally cum

My mind blanks and I just feel her milking my cock, just hearing her call my name over and over, intensifying my orgasm

I moan in her neck, feeling her arms around me tightly

This is hands down the best orgasm I ever fucking had

When the pleasure is over, I lean back against my chair, her coming with me and now her head on my shoulder, her face in my neck as she breathes hard

I wrap her in my arms, holding her against me, feeling her sweaty skin against mine

"This can't just be once", I say softly

There's no way

After having her this once....I need more of her

This can't just be the only time

"It can't be", I continue

"Then it won't", she whispers

"Yeah?", I ask wanting confirmation

"Yeah Joongie. This won't be the only time", she promises

"Alright", I say, relieved

"Ok"

I have a lot of work to do but for right now, I just hold her

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