#hongjoong ff

[hongism]

THIS WORLD. - k. hongjoong (m)

➼ genre; smut (some minor angst and fluff) ➼ pairing; hongjoong x fem!reader ➼ au; outlaw!hongjoong, dystopian futurism, lore accurate ateez ➼ warnings; explicit smut ➼ rating; m/18+ ➼ wc; 4.5k

What he’s given you is essentially one chance and night. Nothing more and nothing less.

part of the outlaw miniseries.

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➼ smut warnings; piv, unprotected sex, oral: f, creampie, light choking/asphyxiation, dirty talk, breast/nipple play

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Cool night air brushes across your cheeks as you set foot on the roof, eyes already scanning your surroundings in the hopes of finding what you’re looking for here. Of course, it doesn’t take much — Hongjoong is a hard man to miss unless the government officials are looking for him, in which case he has an uncanny ability to make himself totally invisible in a crowd.

There are no crowds up here though; just you, him, and the night to keep you company.

You see him clearly across the stretch of roof that’s accentuated by gaudy neon signs and other electrical components that keep the bar below powered.

“Closed up shop for the night,” you offer as a means of greeting the man. He’s donned his usual dramatic regalia tonight as well, complete with the patterned bandana pulled up over his nose and the ridiculous cowboy hat he fetched out of a dumpster several months back. It matches the vibe of the bar, he had told you and Mingi. While you weren’t on board, Mingi was more than a little eager to pull together a similar outfit for himself. “Everyone else went home.”

K-Hot Chilli Peppers. When you saw the job listing online, you had laughed at the name before realizing that it’s only half as ridiculous as many of the other bars in Night City, and you weren’t about to be picky given that you were desperate to find a place that lets you actually use your tender’s license on the daily. Upon being hired, you were promptly told to not ask questions when two rugged outlaws came through the doors and went up to the roof without pause. Answers came on their own, naturally and over time as you peeled back the seemingly endless layers to the two vigilantes who had set up shop in your new place of employment.

Whatever the circumstances and however the stars aligned that night you saw the job listing, it all boiled down to this: standing across from Hongjoong on the rooftop under the stars with this magnetic sort of pull towards the man. A pull you shouldn’t even think to entertain mostly because you’d like to keep your job and also a little bit because you’d like to keep your life.

Hongjoong got a message today. You know that much because you saw the small moped buzz by in front of the bar after all the customers left, and though you don’t know who that delivery driver is, you know he always brings something more than crappy takeout. The most convincing piece of evidence came in how Mingi promptly stormed out of the bar without so much as a goodbye twenty minutes later, and now here you stand up on the roof with the last man standing not long after. You aren’t here to ask questions as that wouldn’t be in your right (fairly so).

“I’m gonna close up and lock everything, if you’re done?” you continue pressing when Hongjoong fails to say anything back to you. He turns, gaze sharp as it finds you across the rooftop. The next moment, he pulls his bandana down to rest around his neck and exposes his handsome face to you.

“We’re not gonna be around much longer.”

You pull your lips together and do your best not to frown. “They won’t know you were ever here.”

“They’re gonna come looking here. And they’re gonna rip the place apart trying to find us.” Hongjoong takes slow steps in your direction as he speaks, tone low and quiet as though trying to either threaten or warn you. You don’t think he has a need for either. “When they come knocking, it’s not gonna matter what you do know or what you don’t know. Just being affiliated by name is enough of a crime.”

“Business is too good to be knocked down by a little police search.”

Hongjoong sinks his teeth into his lower lip. The light from the neon signs bounces off his face and casts crude little shadows across the roof. He looks far too worried for your liking, almost like there’s a semblance of care in the man, which was not part of the plan. You think you’re the one to blame for that, considering how you can’t simply leave well enough alone and have to express some modicum of care for those around you, including the vigilante outlaws that frequent your workplace and stay after hours. And well, all these months that have passed in this comfortable routine have made the heart grow fonder in many ways.

You’re quite fond of him, you think, and maybe those feelings are reciprocated to some extent.

The sky is clear tonight, free of clouds but the lights and pollution from the city obstruct the stars somewhat even now. Curfew is about to begin, but there’s no chance of you making it home before the drones start patrolling the streets. You could have left thirty minutes ago — should have most likely, but that chance is well and gone now.

“We leave tomorrow. I don’t know when we’ll be back.”

When is merely code for if, and you’re not dumb enough to think otherwise. If he survives whatever obscene plan he’s ready to deploy, you’re positive that Hongjoong won’t come back or set food near the bar again, even as a hideout. Men like him don’t stick to one place for long, especially not when their heads are full of grandiose plans of anarchy and destruction. You don’t blame him for it, but it does make your heart ache a little more than it should.

Your shoes skid across the stone of the roof as you cross the distance between you and him. It breaks the silence you’ve presented as an answer to him, and Hongjoong’s eyes grow wider as you turn the space into an afterthought. Shaky hands find their way around Hongjoong’s shoulders then come to clasp behind his neck.

“Tell me you’ll survive,” you plead to the night air between your lips.

“Of course I will,” he answers without hesitation, whether a lie or a truth he is willing to truly stand by and believe. You don’t ask that he tell you he’ll return here; some dreams are a bit too far-fetched.

When your hands begin to fall away from him, Hongjoong dips his chin and slots his lips over your parted ones. You scramble to regain your hold on him, fingers stretching up to tangle in the dark blue strands of hair on the back of his head just below where his hat sits. The pressure against your mouth is faint to begin with, something small and searching as he tests the waters and waits for your response. As though pulling him closer and nearly kissing him moments ago wasn’t enough of a confirmation for whatever this is.

“This is all I can give you,” he exhales into your mouth, and you press another heated kiss against his lips. I don’t need more than this. This is enough. This is all I could ask for from someone like you. It would be nice if you could ask for more but this is all the greed you can bear. His hands wander from your hips up to the hem of your shirt that sits against the loops of your jeans. The first contact of his fingertips on bare skin hits you like a bucket of ice water and sends goosebumps all across your body.

“Hongjoong,” you say against his mouth as he palms his way down to your thighs. He does well to quiet whatever thoughts are rushing through your head right now with his lips, breaking from yours to mouth along the line of your jaw. The force of his body moving against yours is enough to push you back, and you fall into step with him in an almost haphazard sort of way. Your back hits the wall soon after, right beside the door you just came out of minutes prior, and now Hongjoong has you pressed against the concrete with a knee slipping between your thighs. “Hongjoong.”

“You can’t stay here.” The blunt tips of his painted nails dig into the flesh above your jeans. A gasp tumbles from your lips as he licks over a particularly sensitive spot on your neck, and it makes your knees buckle in turn. “I can have two of my men transport you to a different area of the city in the morning. Earlier the better. We won’t be enacting any plans under the sun’s gone down.” You busy yourself with the buttons keeping his shirt around his body.

“No.”

He pauses where he is, halfway to removing your shirt from your torso, and looks you in the eye. You abandon his shirt in favor of clasping both hands around his cheeks.

“I’m not going anywhere because you’re going to come back to me and get me yourself.” Rather than denying your wistfulness, Hongjoong offers a half-smile and a breathy laugh, one you share in yourself before pulling his face back up to your own. You taste his lips again, but this time you pay more attention to it, the hint of spice on his tongue as he pushes past the seam of your mouth and explores you further. Your hands are busy with his shirt once more under the urging of your eagerness to have him. He responds in kind by hiking your shirt up over your chest and dragging the blunts of his nails down over the exposed skin on his path to your pants.

“Let me go down on you?” Your chest tightens at the proposition and at the way his voice sounds inexplicably strained from the mere thought of tasting you.

“Take this stupid shirt off first, for fuck’s sa—” Frustration wins the battle against his clothing, and Hongjoong leans away from you with a clear, resounding laugh that makes your stomach turn to mush. You ought to kick yourself in the side of the head for not acting on the blatant chemistry dancing between the two of you before now. Still, if this truly is a one-and-done thing, you’re going to do the absolute most to make it worth it. And maybe a bit unforgettable for both of you. Hooking your fingers under the handkerchief still tied about his neck, you pull Hongjoong close once again. He rushes to brace his hands on either side of you, his shirt still dangling from where it remains tucked into his ridiculous faux leather pants. His mouth goes straight for your neck, pulling the skin between his teeth and sucking so harshly at it that you feel tingles rush up to your skull. Your whine is music in the distant noise of the city, softly exhaled against the side of his head and disturbing the hair behind his ear. His hat is beginning to get in your way now too, especially as he kisses a path down to where he left your shirt. You catch the brim just before he goes lower, stripping it off his head with the hand you have draped around his shoulders. When he looks up at you from between your breasts, you smile, close-lipped but with an arched brow meant to tease further.

“The amount of filthy, heinous jokes on my mind right now,” he groans, head dipping forward to rest against your chest.

“If you make any sort of cowboy joke I’ll make sure you finish in your hand and nowhere else.” The threat is halfhearted of course, but it makes Hongjoong laugh in that obscenely pretty way again and you revel in the sound as he frees your breasts just enough to have access to them. Your nipples are already hardened peaks thanks to the simple touches from earlier, but the cool air stiffens them even further before Hongjoong has the chance to pull one into his mouth. Your back curls up off the wall, Hongjoong pinches your right nipple, and at the same moment, he pushes you back to the wall with enough force to punch a moan out of you.

“F-Fuck, Hongjoong.” You’re suddenly rather grateful to have something to hold onto because otherwise you would be digging your nails into your palms and making yourself bleed. As it is, you might run the risk of ruining Hongjoong’s treasured hat with how tight you’re gripping it at present. Your other hand sits on his bicep, atop the black-lettered inking that dances across his arm and reminds you that this man in your arms is one of a kind. You wonder, far and away in the back of your brain, how many have had the pleasure of being in your current position. He disperses those runaway thoughts mere seconds later; his hand sneaks down from its perch cupping your breast and locks onto the button keeping your pants together. The resulting lewd and wet pop! that comes from him pulling his lips away from your nipple makes your neck heat up.

“Bet I could make you cream your panties without even getting in your pants,” he quips as the button comes loose. Deftly, he works the zipper down in the same smooth movement.

“Who are you trying to impress, cowboy? You’ve already got me for the night.”

The muscles in his neck strain as he laughs and tilts his chin to the side, and your breath hitches watching him sink to his knees between your legs. Hongjoong folds his fingers around your wrist — the hand that currently holds his hat by the brim — and slowly, he guides you to place it back where it belongs atop his head.

“There. Now you can call me that again.” You can’t hide the unsteadiness of your breaths from him like this, even though he’s currently occupying his focus with stripping you of both jeans and underwear in one go. You brace a hand over your heart just to make sure it's still part of you despite racing like you’ve just run a marathon. Hongjoong’s lips skate against the inside of your knee when he lifts your ankle and carefully pulls the boot from your foot. Fabric follows suit quickly, then he commits to the same routine for your other leg — complete with the ghosting kisses and soft drags of his nails over the bare skin of your thighs. The growing pit of arousal in your stomach is so heavy that you think it might simply drip out of you the moment he touches your folds.

“Hongjoong,” you whisper. His kisses climb to the inside of your thighs, close enough to exhale heated breath across your pussy, but he doesn’t push further than that. Content to sit between your legs in the lewdest of positions and stare up at you through fluttering lashes.

“That’s not what you called me.” Hongjoong grins, cheek brushing against your thigh so close to your sex that your muscles twitch. “Maybe I’ll consider it—” he enunciates the word particularly harshly “—and do whatever you’d like?”

“You’re so — ugh, I want you to eat me out,” you mumble into the cradle of your hands, hardly able to look down at the man and be expected to speak like a normal functioning human being in this sort of predicament. He’s silent in return. “Cowboy.”

The veil of seriousness drops at that, and you’re the first to laugh at the sheer absurdity of calling him such a thing right now. Hongjoong can’t seem to keep himself together either, huffed laughter spilling out of him in turn.

“I wasn’t serious about you calling me that, y/n, I was just teasing. But I guess you want it pretty damn bad, huh?”

“Shut up!” Your tone contorts into a cracked gasp as Hongjoong wraps a hand back and around your thigh and spreads your legs over his face. Your hand flies to cover your mouth — something done out of pure instinct — and the man beneath you is quick to tut his disapproval.

“Let me hear you, pretty. I don’t want you covering anything up.”

“I-It’s the middle of the night,” you argue through your fingers.

“And? Wake the whole damn city if you have to, I want you to cry on my cock.”

You let your hand fall away and come to rest atop Hongjoong’s head (his hat, rather). Your view of what he’s doing is entirely obscured except for the slightest glint of his eyes when he tilts his chin against your cunt. You can’t seem to tear your gaze off of him regardless, lips parted and quivering as he presses his tongue between your folds and takes his first taste of you. The tension in your gut is wound into a knot so tight that your eyes burn and sting at the corners. Hongjoong takes you into his palm, onto his tongue, and into his deft fingers, and unravels you gloriously.

Two fingers dip lower and press against your entrance. He teases you with the pad of his middle finger only, toying with your hole and pushing into you ever so slightly before retracting to circle your clit with his tongue. He can’t run his mouth as he very much loves to in this position, but you’re finding that he makes use of his mouth in other more devilish ways, another talent he keeps tucked under his belt that you’re reaping the benefits from.

You can’t think of the last time you got laid, and trying to think of the last good fuck you had would be an even taller order. To imagine when a man last ate you out with actual passion and not simply as a means to an end might be impossible, or perhaps Hongjoong is simply keen on blowing every last sexual experience you’ve had out of the water in one go. When his fingers finally, at long last, stretch you open, you cry out with a moan so loud that it would be a miracle if no one heard it.

“Gonna make you taste yourself on my lips, pretty. Make your little cunt cream all over my cock until I fill you up with cum.” You jerk Hongjoong’s head almost violently, a sharp response to the way his fingers curl against your walls, but it doesn’t deter him in the slightest from the task at hand. He pulls your clit between his lips and sucks until your knees give out under you. It sends his fingers deeper into your cunt in the same motion, nearly making you come undone.

“T-Too much, too much, Hongjoong, it’s — fuck, fuck, ah!” You fold in on yourself, free hand moving to press against your stomach as the pressure in you reaches an unbearable degree. Hongjoong works his fingers in and out of you at a steadily increasing pace and almost seems to be making a game of the way he curls them each time he flicks his tongue against your clit just for another moan to climb out of your throat. Each sound is more broken than the last, sweat beads on your forehead, and you think there’s a euphoric end in sight just for him to pull away without warning. Your walls clench tight around nothing as his fingers are now gone from you and sucked between his own lips. Dazed and frustrated, you pass an incredulous stare his way just for him to grin back at you, tongue teasing the vee between his fingers.

“Hm? Did you want something?”

“I—” Hongjoong eases your body back against the stone wall and hoists one of your legs around his hips. Your cunt is still tense and pulsing to the rhythm he spent all that time building. “If you don’t get inside me right the fuck now, Kim Hongjoong, so help me—”

He makes good on his promise to have you taste yourself on his lips. His tongue shoves its way into your mouth as well, eager to tangle with yours and push your arousal onto your own taste buds. You delight in the fervor with which he kisses you, and in the sound of his belt jingling because it means more pleasure is on the horizon. You feel a hand against your hip, and that’s the only real warning you get before he’s pushing the length of his dick into your pussy and burying himself to the hilt in you. You scramble to grab hold of him somehow. It’s a slight miracle that you don’t bite both his and your own tongues in the process because you cry out into his mouth. Your moan remains unbroken even when he pulls your mouths apart and rushes to cradle the back of your head before you whack it harshly against the concrete behind you. There’s not a second to catch your breath in Hongjoong’s mind; his other hand is busy at work, and he presses the pad of his thumb into your clit. He rubs once, twice, three times before you unravel on his cock.

“You’re so tight, fuck, if you could feel yourself, your cunt is so tight.” There are stars behind your eyelids, clearer than the ones in the sky, and Hongjoong begins to rock his hips up into yours as the weight of your orgasm barrels down on you. “You feel so good on me, pretty. Fuckin’ made for my cock, yeah?”

“Yeah, y-yes, yes, yes.” Your voice cracks at the tail end of your agreement. It turns into something more akin to a sob than a moan. Hongjoong’s pace is relentless in every regard. The lack of pause doesn’t let your body come totally undone or relax, still wound tight around your previous orgasm to the point where it feels like it won’t end.

“Keep taking it, lovely, I won’t be able to pull out with you squeezing around me like this.”

Whining, you drop your head to the side, chin coming all the way down to your shoulder. Hongjoong snakes his hand around to your neck and braces his index finger and thumb on either side of your jaw. Your head lolls in tune with the way he moves you and without resistance — every ounce of strength in your muscles has melted into goo in his hands. When he presses you back to the wall, your breath hitches. The sensation of his fingers at your neck has you feeling floaty and a bit detached from your body in the most pleasant way imaginable. His thrusts jerk your body enough to offer more pressure against your neck every so often but it’s not as persistent as you wish for it to be.

When you reach between your bodies and clasp your fingers around his wrist, Hongjoong seems to think that you want him to pull away because his grip loosens instantly.

“More,” you grit out, yanking his hand harder into the column of your neck. The steady rhythm he’s found falters momentarily for him to resituate his grip, but once he’s settled back into it, each thrust comes with a delightful headiness as your breath becomes shorter.

“’m close,” he announces. He shifts a hair to look down between your bodies and watches his length disappear into you a few more times before pulling his focus back up to your face with a groan. “Gonna cum in you, pretty, you’re still so tight.”

“Wanna cum with you, t-touch me again,” you pant, licking your lips between each phrase, “please.”

Despite his own shaky hands, Hongjoong reaches down to where his cock pumps in and out of you. He finds your clit with ease and rolls two fingers over it in a similar rhythm to his thrusts, pace only growing as he races towards his finish with you in tow. His motions fail as he orgasms, but the sudden feeling of his cock twitching inside your walls and pumping you full of hot cum pushes you over the edge with him. You almost don’t even feel it with all the sensations hitting you at once, and Hongjoong’s body falls against yours so harshly that your moan is positively unholy.

His hands keep roaming — tracing every inch of skin he can reach like he wants to commit it all to memory, and you simply let him do as he pleases because it feels good and it feels damn good to be wanted by this man. He pulls you towards a different section of the rooftop with your pants and underwear in hand. When he tugs you down to the messy pile of blankets that he and Mingi leave up here for particularly cold nights, you don’t even complain either. He lays himself down atop you, easing between your legs and caging you in with elbows pressed to concrete on either side of your head.

Hongjoong kisses you softly, and you smile against his lips. He finally settles down beside you after a few more exchanged kisses. His hat gets put aside with the other stray pieces of clothing — including his shirt that he’s finally decided to rid himself of far after the fact. The aftermath is peaceful, if a bit hazy as your brain still feels a jumbled mess of putty, and the stars above are bright.

“I’ll have someone pick you up in the morning to take you over to my men. The bar won’t be safe for a few weeks minimum. They can give you some cash to help cut your losses in the meantime too.”

“Okay,” you answer quietly. Beside you, his hand searches the blankets for your own. You let his fingers tangle with yours and squeeze until it hurts.

“Just don’t let Wooyoung try to convince you to buy into any scheme he might come up with.”

“Who?”

“Trust me, he’ll let you know who he is.” Hongjoong laughs at his own comment but falls into silence when he glances at you out of the corner of his eye.

“Come back for me please.”

Hongjoong is quiet beside you for several lingering seconds, then he leans across the empty space and kisses your temple.

“I’ll make sure of it.”

You believe him.

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[hwashotcheeto]

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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[byuntrash101]

bonnie & clyde

switch!reader x dom!hongjoong ft. ateez

smut | nsfw | mdni

gangster!hongjoong, switch!reader, reader is kinda bratty, cameo!ateez, 1 gun fight scene w/ 1 death of a nameless character (in a non seggsy setting), striptease, pet names, blood kink, some knife play (hongjoong cuts your underwear), fucking in a pile of cash, spit play, name calling (whore), hair pulling, tits slapping, possessive joong, honestly you both are just two psychos fucking

requested | part of my 2023 prompts event [closed]

there's something so primal and enticing about your leader taking a life to protect the crew at all costs

[❛ shut up and kiss me already. ❜ + ❛ and where do you think you’re going? ❜]

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They called you the pirates of the concrete seas. Bank’s safes were your treasure chests and the streets were your ocean. You were pillaging and robbing bank after bank. Outlaws always on the run, looking for the next big shiny thing. You always found the name kind of cheesy but in the end it suited your group pretty well. Not worrying about tomorrow, living off the money you stole and drinking until sunrise.

Hongjoong, your captain, reigned over the concrete seas like an almighty and ruthless king. He only had two things in mind. Keeping the crew together and get the gold.

That’s exactly what you were about to do.

When Yunho parked the van outside the bank. Hongjoong revised one last time the plan of action before everybody slipped on their mask. You felt the adrenaline course through your veins, keeping your head into unwavering focus.

You all worked like well oiled machinery. Everyone knew exactly what they were doing. Seonghwa and Yeosang were breaking into the safe. Jongho and San gathered the hostages. Wooyoung and Mingi stuffed the bags full of cash while you were in charge of communication. Making sure everyone played their role and the plan went accordingly.

Hongjoong had the most important role. He had to make sure everyone stayed calm. 

And when it went south Hongjoong was the one that had to make sure every single member of the crew came out unharmed. 

So when Wooyoung got caught one the guard as you were rushing out with the booty, Hongjoong had to step in. The guard held your younger crewmate one arm hooked around his neck, the other holding a gun to his temple. 

San threw a deadly eye to Jongho who let the guard slip out of his grasp. Wooyoung let a guttural cry as the guard pressed harder on his neck.

“Freeze” the middle aged man shouted. Aim alternating between Wooyoung’s head and Hongjoong standing right in front of him. The middle aged man was panting, large beads of sweat wetting his thick salt and pepper mustache.

“Let’s not do anything we could regret here” Hongjong said calmly, motioning for the rest of you to lower your weapons. 

“You’re all gonna stay put until the cops arrive” the man panted, his eyes darting between all of you. His finger on the trigger became dangerously tense.

“Let him go” Hongjoong ordered in a stern yet tranquil voice.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP OR I’LL BLOW HIS BRAINS OUT” the guard shouted, pressing the canon of the gun into Wooyoung’s forehead, his hands desperatly clawing at the man’s forearm around his neck.

The sudden yelling made one of the bank employees cry and the guard turned his head to the noise. Breaking eye contact with Hongjoong was a fatal error.

The captain didn’t hesitate one second. He lightly tipped his face to the side and Wooyoung knew what to do. He imitated him and in a split second, the booming sound of Hongjoong��s weapon clattered in the large hall and the guard's face was ornamented with a gaping hole, blood splattering all over Wooyoung’s masks and clothes. The lifeless body thumped on the ground, waiting to get cold as you all rushed to the van.

You felt the adrenaline when Yunho was punching the gas and the van slalomed between the police cars and eventually lost them. That feeling of euphoria when you all took off the masks to laugh and shovel the cash out. This time there was enough that you could all bathe in it. 

You were all playing in it. Mingi was shuffling the bills in his face while Yeosang and San danced in it. Crystal clear laughs resonating in the huge room.

Even Wooyoung seemed to have forgotten about the dried up blood on his clothes.

Then Jongho called from the big entry.

“Guys, let's go order some drinks” he yelled. All of the crew followed lead by Yeosang with you on their heels.

“And where do you think you’re going?” The captain asked as he put down his gun on the table.

“I was gonna go get a drink” you spoke. 

“No i don’t think you are”

The captain’s face was unsoundable. Emotions perfectly gate kept behind his glacial features staring at you blankly.

Hongjoong motioned at Seonghwa, still waiting for you at the entrance to leave. So he gave you one last smile and closed the heavy door behind him.

Soon the laughs faded and you two were left in complete silence.

“Come here” Hongjoong motioned you to come closer, curling his index finger.

Hongjoong liked the adrenaline. It gave him a high that was incomparable to any other. Except one, the kind of high he could only experiment with you. 

You approached him slowly, taking your time to prance to him like a panther about to pounce. 

Hongjoong’s impenetrable face let through a small smirk pulling lightly at his lips.

“You asked for me, Captain?” you asked, voice already soaking with seductiveness.

“ Yes I want you to do me a favor” You lift a quizzical eyebrow. “Go over there” he pointed at the pile of wrinkled bills in the middle of the big hangar.

“Dance for me”

Hongjoong said before turning on slow sensual music from the speaker settled on the small table.

That was unexpected but you gladly obliged.

You reached the pile of money and started to seductively dance, swaying your hips to the rhythm. Your hands gliding from your thigh, slowly up your stomach and past the side of your breasts to rub your neck. 

“Yes that’s it baby”. Hongjoong slowly walked up to you. Admiring you dance for him. The dance went he felt himself grow thicker for you.

“Strip” he ordered. Voice firm. Already a little lower than his usual tone. It reminded you of the voice he took before shooting that man right in the face and you felt your stomach stir in excitement.

You reached out for the hem of your tank top but Hongjoong clicked his tongue.

“Slowly baby. Nice and slow”

So you opted for the strap of your top instead. Slowly pulling at it.

“Yesss” Hongjoong pulled on the word, dragging it off his tongue.  “Just like that” 

He started to palm himself through his denim jeans. Rubbing circles on his member becoming more and more constricted in his clothes.

One by one you stripped out every article of clothing until you were only left in your underwear.

By the time you were done Hongjong’s cock looked like it was about to rip out his pants. 

“Did I tell you to stop ?” 

You could have gone back to slowly unclasping your bra but you didn’t. You didn’t feel like being good today. You wanted to infuriate him.

When Hongjoong saw you weren’t moving an inch he started to smirk. Even if it was fun to play with a good girl there was something so empowering in breaking you into his will. Resorting to any means to make you snap, to make you beg for him.

Taking his fate into his own hands was Hongjoong’s specialty after all.

He walked to you as you provocatively held his glacial gaze fixated on you. 

His fingers grazed over your forearm going up your limb and reached your neck. His touch was gentle, lifting goosebumps on your naked skin. He gently wrapped his hand on your nape, pulling your face closer to his, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

“Did I tell you to stop, kitten?” he whispered, lips pulling into a wicked smirk, his grip onto your nape growing stronger.

The hot air in your ear sent a shiver down your spine. You felt his cool tongue slide over your ear, producing the lewd wet noises you loved so much. Already you felt your arousal pooling in your underwear.

“Shut up and kiss me already” you whispered, your fingers digging into his side. You didn’t really deserve it but you also knew Hongjoong couldn't resist you.

Immediately Hongjoong stepped back to have a good look at your face. You looked exactly like him, insatiable. That was why you two were such a good match. 

The Joker and Harley Quinn.

Bonnie and Clyde.

Hongjoong crashed his lips onto yours. Your two bodies immediately going up in flames, burning passion coursing between you. You dug your nails further on his back, he smiled at the familiar sting while his hand left your nap to untangle around your hair. He gave a sharp pull earning a moan from your playful lips. You immediately retorted by catching Hongjongs’s bottom lips between your teeth. Hongoong groaned and smirked as you bit harder. Until you tasted his blood on the tip of your tongue. He immediately tightened his grip around your hair, pleasure burning on your scalp while his other hands pushed your hips onto his. 

“Hmmm” Hongjoong moaned against your lips. Hand gliding from the small of your back to your thigh to your clothed center. Slender fingers applying just the right amount of pressure to your sensitive area. “My angel is not in the mood to be a good girl, is she?” he said, as he licked his own blood off your stained lips.

“No” you said with assurance. Pushing him as he stumbled back into the huge pile of wrinkled bills. You continued your infernal carousel by straddling him. You started to unbutton his white shirt that joined his fur coat laying at his sides. You licked your way down leaving a trail of burgundy kisses on his chest. 

You started to palm him through his pants. You would have wanted to make him wait a little linger but you just couldn’t inflicted that to yourself. You wanted to see it. Without waiting anymore you unzipped his pants to get the aching member out. It joyfully sprung free before your avid eyes.

“So eager for me, angel?” Hongjoong mocked. You hated that he was right.

You grabbed the base with one hand while the other one teased the leaking slit at the head. One finger sliding up and down the head making Hongjoong hiss at every slow touch. 

You briefly let go of the hand holding the base to spit in your palm and started jerking him off. Hongjoong growled as he felt the warm saliva mixing with his precum. 

You snickered malovently when he started to pulse in your hand. Taking a malicious delight to slow down everytime he became more vocal. Driving him to the edge of sanity. Exactly where he feels comfortable, he’s been flirting with this edge since birth. Just as you have too. Two psychotic minds finding each other in folly.

Soon he can’t hold back anymore. His hand fly to yours catching them in a strong grip. You lift your eyes to meet his. He’s absolutely feral. Looking back at you like a rabid wolf. You’ve done it, you woke the beast. A side of him that was only for you. Only you who could bear to look in the face of his darkest side. The side that relished to hold the right of life or death at the end of his gun. That enjoyed spilling blood.

He grabbed the small knife strapped to your thigh with one movement he slipped the blade under between your breast cutting in a clean half your bra as it fell along your arms. He grabbed a handful of your breast while he slowly dragged the blade across your stomach. The cold metal lifted goosebumps on your skin until he reached your underwear.

You held your breath as he cut it, the blade running on your skin, lightly scratching you delicious, leaving a red trail behind it. He threw across the hangar the shreds of lace along with the blade. The metallic tinkling bouncing on the high ceiling.

With his newly free hand he grabbed you by the throat, a strangled moan leaving your mouth as anticipation pulled your lips into a smirk.

“I’m done playing” he growled, the threatening hold growing tighter. “Ride me now” he commanded as he pulled you up by the neck.

Your breath still restricted you manage to guide his length to your drenched center. His grip only loosened when you sunk your hips. Hongjoong's cock gliding so smoothly inside you. taking its rightful place deep inside your little cunt.

“That’s it baby” he praised, letting go of your throat to grip your thighs. “Make me feel good with that pretty pussy of yours”

You instantly bounced your hips up and down along his shaft. You both moaned and groaned without restraint. The sinful symphony resounding in the hangar.

“Faster baby” he ordered as he pinched one of your nipples. The burn encouraged you and you settled at a brutal pace. The familiar build up in your stomach rapidly progressing. You felt Hongjoong's thighs tighten under your own and you knew he was close too.

“Hongjoong… I’m-” you moaned. But as your mind went blank almost giving up to the pleasure you were interrupted. By a harsh slap on one of your breasts.

“No you’re not” Hongjoong slapped your tits again.

The sharp pain taking you by surprise and brings you back to him. Before you could protest Hongjoong flipped you on your back and he was above you.

“You’re here to make me feel good” he clarified as he entered you once again. You did not really have time to let the pressure go down. Pleasure picked up right where it left off. Your eyes rolled back into your head when he so deliciously filled you up again.

“Fuckkk” you cursed. 

“Look at me” he said, he pulled on your hair again. Making your eyes snap back to him. “You cum when I tell you too”

You were way too close to your release to talk back with words but there was still one thing you could do. 

Without even thinking in a sort of reflex you spat right into his face. Hongjoong’s shock pulled your lips into a satisfied smirk, an amused laugh almost escaping your lips but you don’t have time to.

“You fucking whore” he hissed though gritted teeth. 

Immediately he starts to fuck you as brutally as he can. His hips smashing into yours. fucking you so deep and could feel him hamerring the imprint of his cock into your brain forever.

“You’re mine” he growled while he wrapped his hand around your neck once again this time completely preventing you from breathing. Taking this vital resource away from you. Soon you feel lightheaded, you feel like your body is defying gravity, losing its anchoring in the solid earth. The unspeakable pleasure dulling your other senses. In this moment there's only him and you. You and your captain's mindless bodies floating in this sea of cash.

“Cum now. Whore” His voice commanded and you released all over him soaking him and the bills under you while he delivered thick ropes of cum deep inside you, lazily spilling out of your clenching walls when he pulled out.

After a while of catching his breath he looked back at you.

“Let’s meet with the others I really need this drink”

a/n: i struggled so much with this one. i hope it isnt too obvious but yeah for getting out of my comfort zone. please tell me if you enjoyed it it would make me sooo happy to know it didnt completely suck balls lolz anyways thank you for reading <3

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[jungwnies]

⋅ ⎯ ✈︎ kim hongjoong | s. ateez’s hongjoong for an nsfw alphabet ! | r. requested ! | g. fluff, romance ! | w. smut , nsfw ! | p. fem!reader x hongjoong ! | wc. ~0.77k !

a ⤖ aftercare (how he is after sex)

joong is literally the sweetest person ever after sex. he takes care of you, cleans you up, and just makes sure you're 100% comfortable. (i want him so bad y'all i can't even)

b ⤖ body part (his favorite body part)

his favorite body part on himself is his tongue... do i even need to explain... his favorite body part on YOU however is definitely your ass. he is 100% an ass person lololol

c ⤖ cum (anything to do with cum)

in you on you whatever he just likes seeing you pleased by him

d ⤖ dirty secret (his dirty secret)

he really really wants to record an audio of you just moaning like he realllyyyy wants to do that

e ⤖ experience (how experienced is he?)

he doesn't fuck around often, but he definitely has experience and he is good!!! especially with that tongue of his

f ⤖ fav position (sex position)

missionary or reverse cowgirl depends on his mood >.>

g ⤖ goofy (how he acts in the moment)

he's pretty serious cus he's tryna get down and dirty. when y'all fuck it's because he's actually fr horny and he wants to make sure it's good for both parties

h ⤖ hair (how groomed is he?)

he's well groomed, almost completely hairless

i ⤖ intimacy (how passionate is he?)

very?!?!?! why is this even a question... he literally loves you so hard... both ways ^.^

j ⤖ jack off (how often he masturbates)

not often... he'd rather wait to fuck you

k ⤖ kink (one or more)

bondage ngl....

l ⤖ location (fav place to do it)

he loves doing it in the bathroom for some reason. in the shower but also really loves fucking you in a bathrub

m ⤖ motivation (what keeps him going)

when you look him in the eyes, he swears he can see the sparkle in you. it turns him on so much when you look at him and pretty moans are leaving your mouth as he just rams into you

n ⤖ no (something he would NOT do)

he would not do age play, he's just... it's not for him

o ⤖ oral (giving + receiving — is he good?)

oh my god yes... he's so good at giving, he will make your eyes roll back. he honestly would prefer to give than receive, so get ready for thatttt

p ⤖ pace (fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

he is slow and sensual, but its sooooo good

q ⤖ quickie (his opinion on it + how often they happen)

he doesn't like them, he would rather take his time and make sure you really feel good, plus he enjoys the time he has with you.

r ⤖ risks (is he willing to experiment, does he take risks, etc.)

he's willing to experiment ofc, but he also has his boundaries!

s ⤖ stamina (how long can he last?)

a long time depending on how his day went, but he's definitely lasting longer than the avg, male

t ⤖ toys (does he use/own any?)

no he doesn't, he's thought about it, but he thinks his hands & his tongue are perfectly fine ^_<

u ⤖ unfair (how much does he tease?)

a lot but he's someone who gets shit done so of course he's going to finish what he started

v ⤖ volume (how loud is he + what noises does he make?)

he's loud when he knows he can be, but he controls his volume depending on the time & location he's not whiny but he's not someone who grunts either. it's more of an in-between thing, but he sounds hot asf.

w ⤖ wild card (random headcanon for him)

remember his dirty secret? well it finally came true. you allowed him to record your moans and after a long performance on tour he went to the hotel and got right to it in the shower and he played your moans on the speaker. luckily no one else was there because everyone else was eating dinner.

x ⤖ x-ray (what’s under his clothes?)

h'e not big but he's not micro either he's in between it grows when he's hard for sure and he has a beautiful build waist? helloooo

y ⤖ yearning (how high is his sex drive?)

honestly i just don't think his sex drive is very high like he's definitely not a hornball

z ⤖ zzz (how quickly does he sleep after?)

he sleeps when he knows you're comfortable! he will stay up all night if that is what it takes for you to be comfortable :C

2022 © jungwnies

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[mi-rae07]

arranged marriage trope with cold hongjoong! but he gradually softens up when the reader got hurt by another man hehehehe

Kim Hongjoong : Take Me Home

Pairing : Kim Hongjoong (Ateez) and named character (Jung Hyein)

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A/n : birthday post cuz posting on my birthday is mandatory. Also yes, I was born on American Independence Day.

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Hyein sighed as she entered her house, a house that was not really home. Because her home was with a person, that person being her husband. Except this one did not love or care for her, as you would expect husbands to. For theirs was a forged marriage, forged for the benefits of their own respective companies, it was the usual for families like them.

Except jung hyein had always wished for love, against all the odds. But in the end, she was trapped in a loveless marriage. And even worse? It was one-sided. Or so she thought.

Hyein : did you have dinner?

Hongjoong : no.

Hongjoong did not even look up from his laptop as hyein kept her bag on the living room couch next to the one hongjoong was sitting on, his eyes focused completely on the task at hand.

Hyein : do you want to eat, hongjoong?

Hongjoong : mm.

Hyein : is that a yes?

Hongjoong sighed and closed his laptop, standing up as he walked towards the dining table before saying

Hongjoong : yes.

And soon enough hyein and hongjoong were sitting on the dining table, having their dinners quietly. Until hongjoong broke it.

Hongjoong : there's a party tomorrow.

Hyein : mhmm?

Hongjoong : and I wish for you to attend it with me.

Hyein smiled, looking down at her food as she whispered

Hyein : as your pretend wife.

Hongjoong : you are my wife, hyein.

Hyein : legally, yes. Not really though, no?

Hongjoong sighed, looking away as he took another bite of his noodles. For him, she was everything. Hongjoong didn't know when and how hyein had morphed from almost a stranger to someone hongjoong cared for within the span of 5 years, but she had. He didn't know how to define love, since he had never really been in love with anyone before. But he knew hyein was different to him, in ways he could probably never explain to her. Which is why he kept his mouth shut.

Hongjoong : will you attend the party with me, hyein?

Hyein : of course I will. Just as you have attended parties for me, I will do the same for you.

Hongjoong hated the way hyein made everything between them sound like some barter system. One for one, and another for another.

Hongjoong : also, your mother called.

Hyein : daily check ins to know about where our baby-making system's reached, I'm sure?

Hongjoong : something like that. It's been 2 years since she's been doing this, hyein. Don't you think we-

Hyein : what, have a child? Hongjoong, I don't mind having a child. In fact, I'd love to be a mother. Except I don't want to raise a child in a situation where their parents are married because they were forced to. You and I don't love each other, and our child will grow up seeing us, and believe that love does not exist in this world. They will believe everything is done for the sake of benefits. I do not want to raise a child like that. I want them to have a family, an actual, family.

Hongjoong sighed, closing his eyes as his hands clenched on the fork.

Hongjoong : so, we're just going to have to keep lying to your mother?

Hyein : we've done it a million times before, what's another one more time.

Hongjoong : hyein-

Hyein : I will attend the party tomorrow, hongjoong. I hope you have a good night.

Before hongjoong could say anything more, hyein stood up and left the dining table, the only thing lingering in the dining room being her perfume.

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The party was not what hyein had expected it to be. Of course, she had attended a gazillion parties before but this one was different. It was less formal, less crowded and less to her liking. Hongjoong was sitting next to her on the table, having his dinner as he talked to his friend. Hyein wasn't paying attention. Instead she was shifting in her seat in discomfort, her eyes glancing to and fro at the man who had been staring at her since the second she had stepped into this party. It wasn't a nice stare, and hyein wasn't liking it. But who the hell was she going to complain to?

Hongjoong : hyein!

Hyein flinched as she looked at hongjoong, who was now staring at her with…concerned eyes? Did she just zone out?

Hongjoong : are you alright? Is something wrong-

Hyein : no. no, nothing's wrong.

Hongjoong : I need to go and talk with one of my business partners over there, do you mind being here alone?

Hyein looked at her plate, realizing she hadn't take a bite of her food.

Hongjoong : you haven't finished your dinner, which is why I asked. If you do not want me to leave-

Hyein : no it's alright. Go and talk, I'll be fine.

Hongjoong : you're sure?

Hyein gave hongjoong a small reassuring smile before saying

Hyein : very.

Hongjoong nodded and walked away from her, going over to talk to his partner. Hyein let out a breath as she picked up her spoon, determined not to look at the creepy guy who was now at the bar counter. Still staring at her, of course.

But after a few minutes hyein started getting anxious as the man's stares started to run along the exposed curves of her body. And she finally couldn't handle it anymore. And so hyein got up from her seat, walking towards where hongjoong had gone earlier. She needed him, because even if he was cold and didn't love her, he always protected her. And she needed that, or even just standing next to him.

But before hyein could walk any closer she felt someone pull her away, a hand covering her mouth as her eyes widened. She tried fighting in the person's hold while screaming but the music was too loud and she too weak compared to the person behind her.

Hyein felt tears in her eyes as the person dragged her outside the hall, banging her against a nearby wall as he chuckled at her state. Hyein whimpered as she tried pushing the man away, that only causing him to pin her hands against the wall with a groan.

??? : You've looked too good to be sitting in that table alone since the second I saw you, love.

Hyein : I am not alone, I have a husband.

??? : Really? I can't seem to care, though?

Before Hyein could say anything further the man's lips went to hers, sucking on it as Hyein felt tears roll down her cheeks. She desperately tried fighting him, not opening her mouth for him. But when she felt the man touch her hips, Hyein let out a sob, that allowing the man to kiss her even deeper. But even then she turned her head away before squeaking out

Hyein : please no. No no stop! Please!

??? : Shut up, princess.

The man was about to dive in again when someone punched him right in the face, causing the man to move away from Hyein as he fell on the floor with a cough. Hyein looked up with teary eyes, the sight of Hongjoong glaring at the man with fiery eyes coming into her view. Hyein quickly stepped behind hongjoong, tears flowing down her cheeks as she felt a sense of relief wash through her tensed body. He was here now.

Hongjoong moved to further shield hyein's body with his, still glaring at the man as he asked

Hongjoong : did you consent to this, hyein?

Hyein : no! No I could never.

Hongjoong : then he's going to pay for this.

Hongjoong stepped forward and pulled the shocked man up by his collars before saying

Hongjoong : how dare you touch my wife, you filthy bastard.

Hongjoong punched the man's face, causing him to groan as blood trickled down his nose. Hyein flinched, her lips trembling as she clenched her hands.

??? : who the fuck are you?

Hongjoong : her husband.

Hongjoong landed yet another punch on the man, this time his fists coming in contact with the man's guts as he fell on the floor with a hoarse cough. Hyein stepped back as she stared at hongjoong with wide teary eyes, never having seen this side of him.

??? : Stop! St-stop please!

Hongjoong : you didn't fucking listen when she said the same exact words to you, did you?

Hongjoong kicked the man's stomach again with his shoes, causing the man to double over as he now coughed up blood. Hyein needed to stop hongjoong before he killed the man.

Hyein : ho-hongjoong.

Hongjoong turned to face hyein quickly, his eyes showing worry at her tone of voice.

Hyein : I-

Hyein cut herself off as the man got up and ran away from them, holding his stomach in pain. Hongjoong was about to go after him when hyein said

Hyein : no! No please don't...please don't leave me.

Hongjoong walked towards her, shaking his head before saying

Hongjoong : I would never leave you, hyein-ah.

Hyein : I was so-I was so scared. I thought he would-

Hongjoong : no. No I would die before I let anything happen to you.

Hyein crashed into hongjoong's arms with a sob, her heart racing as she shut her eyes tightly from fear. Hongjoong's arms quickly wrapped around her waist, holding her close to him before whispering

Hongjoong : I will always protect you, hyein. I'm sorry I couldn't come earlier. I'm so sorry, I let this happen to you-

Hyein : it isn't your fault. Just...just stay with me, please.

Hongjoong nuzzled his head into her shoulders, stroking her hair gently before saying

Hongjoong : I won't leave, I promise.

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The fear still hadn't left hyein. Hyein was now sitting on the passenger's seat of hongjoong's car as he drove back home at a steady pace, not wanting to scare hyein further. But she already was, the man's touch still lingered in her body. Hyein's breathing was unsteady, her hands clenching and unclenching against her sides. And she thought hongjoong hadn't noticed but he did, he always did.

Hongjoong : hyein.

Hyein did not respond. Hongjoong sighed, bringing his free hand towards hers before laying it atop of hers. Hyein flinched at that, quickly looking up at hongjoong

Hongjoong : you're not breathing properly, hyein.

Hyein looked back straight, biting her lips as she shook her head.

Hongjoong : hold my hand.

Hyein : hongjoong-

Hongjoong : just do what I say, hyein.

Hyein held hongjoong's hand in hers, his thumb immediately caressing the top of her hand as he said

Hongjoong : now breathe. Forget that monster, and breathe for me, hyein-ah.

Hyein : I can't, hongjoong. I've tried-

Hongjoong : yes you can. You're my hyein, you're the strongest person I've ever known, you can do anything.

Hyein looked at hongjoong with shocked eyes, not having expected those words from him. Hongjoong brought his hand to her face, tucking a strand of hair behind her ears before he whispered softly

Hongjoong : please, for me. I need you, hyein.

Hyein bit her lips and tried breathing properly, her hands clenching around hongjoong's as she tried to calm her mind down. And for some reason now, she was successful in doing so.

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She was successful in being able to breathe properly, but not forgetting the things that man had done to her body.

Hyein entered their house as hongjoong locked the door behind them, hyein's hands still clenched together. She now felt weird, she felt disgusted at herself. An unknown man had kissed her against her will, and the feeling of his lips on her still made her want to throw up.

Hongjoong : hyein?

Hyein looked up at hongjoong, his eyes still showing worry as he kept the key away.

Hongjoong : hyein-ah, what's going on. You're still not okay, tell me what's wrong?

Hyein looked to the floor, her hands fiddling with each other. She decided there was no point in lying to hongjoong.

Hyein : do you...do you feel disgusted with me?

Hongjoong's eyes softened as it grew wide, quickly shaking his head as he held her hand desperately. He hated how she could even think something like that.

Hongjoong : no! No hyein, don't you dare speak that way about yourself. You are the most dignified, respectful woman I've ever seen. None of this is your fault-

Hyein : but I kissed another man.

Hongjoong : no you didn't. He forced you, sweetheart.

Hyein looked up at the use of that nickname, hongjoong cupping her cheeks before whispering

Hongjoong : don't do this to yourself, you cannot.

Hyein : how can you even want me after all this-

Hongjoong : because I love you!

Hyein flinched at that, her eyes widening.

Hyein : wh-what?

Hongjoong : god, I love you, jung hyein! I love you and I cannot see you hurt like this, knowing it's my fault I couldn't protect you.

Hyein : you…you love me?

Hongjoong : I've loved you since as long as I can remember. And I will love you as long as I can remember, hyein.

Hyein's eyes teared up at his words, a small whimper leaving her lips as hongjoong pulled her towards him and whispered

Hongjoong : you're the best wife I could ever have asked for, there's no one and nothing I want more than you. And I do not care if another man kissed you, but my love for you will not lessen. I will not let that happen.

Hyein looked up at hongjoong, her finger coming up to slide along the corner of hongjoong's lips as she whispered shakily

Hyein : then kiss me. Make me forget, take me home, hongjoong.

Hongjoong : do you really want to?

She had always loved him, and it turned out he had too. What more did she want?

Hyein : yes I do. I want you, all of you. I need it.

Hongjoong let out a breath, leaning forward and capturing hyein's lips in his. Hyein wrapped her arms around hongjoong's neck as he lifted her up, carrying her to their bedroom. Hyein kissed hongjoong all the way up to their room, this time feeling like she was floating in plain air. There was no disgust, no unhappiness, only bliss and desire.

Because he was what she wanted, he always has been. He was her home, just as she was his.

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[hongthoven]

Love me like you hate me | Hongjoong x Reader

❅ pairing : kim hongjoong (ateez) x fem reader

❅ rate : +18 | angst, smut

❅ warnings : violence, strong language, sex

❅ status : chaptered, unfinished | part 2

❅ tags&stuff : gang leader!hj, gang AU, stripper!reader, drugs, money, corruption, stripclub, violence, San as hj's right-hand man and Wooyoung as their overexcited sidekick, San is kind of a sadistic bastard, heart eyes for Woo, little bit of Woosan if you squint, graphic sex scenes incoming, joong is a rough little man with a potty mouth, bit of sweet Yunho to soothe everything down a little

❅ plot : growing up under the influence of his father's toxic masculinity, Hongjoong has been taught not to ever show any signs of weakness. As an adult and having turned into one of the most threatening gang leaders, cold hearted and untouchable, Hongjoong shows no interest in anything but collecting shivers and startled looks from the enemies - until he meets his only weakness, the girl that sends his entire world shatter into pieces.

❅ author's notes : hi there, i'm crys, english isn't my first language so pardon any mistake that may occur. I hope you'll enjoy that chaptered/hongjoong-centered fic!

❅ Ao3 : kim_hongjoong

chapter one.

Hongjoong had always hated his birthday. It’s not that he didn’t like the attention -he actually did, a lot- but something about it made him sad. Maybe it was the Peter Pan syndrome, the fear of growing up, getting older and becoming an adult when childhood was all fun and games. A friend from school had once told him that the older you grew, the closer you were to die, but Hongjoong had never paid much attention to his words.

Death had never seemed real to him. He would see people getting shot in movies, see it on the news, but as long as it was behind a screen, it was never real, more like a part of the twisted imagination of a 7 year-old who loved to play cops and robbers with kids from his neighborhood. Surely Death couldn’t be a real thing if people came back as ghosts, or zombies, right?

Until he found himself staring at a coffin going six feet under, surrounded by friends and family as they paid their last goodbye to his mother. Up until this day, Hongjoong had no idea a parent could die. Not even when his mother had gotten so sick she just couldn’t leave her bed. With the innocence of a child, Hongjoong had simply convinced himself she had some bad stomach flu and that, someday, eventually, she would walk out of her bedroom again so they could watch more zombie movies together. She loved zombie movies and so did he, even if it gave him the worst nightmares.

Looking up through his blurry vision, blinking a mix of tears and raindrops away, Hongjoong could tell his father was upset by the way his jaw seemed to tense under his skin and how tightly he was holding his hand, up to the point he was truly convinced he would break every single bone in his fingers if he kept squeezing his strong fist into his. But he wasn’t crying.

When everyone around them seemed to be devastated, from his bawling aunt mourning her sister to their upstairs neighbor who tried his best but still failed to swallow up his tears, every single person surrounding the black casket as it went down into the ground looked accordingly upset, except for his father.

As far as he could remember, Hongjoong had never seen his father show any kind of emotion, let alone shed a tear and while it could’ve been a regular “dad” thing to the eyes of a 7yo, the little boy often found himself wondering if boys truly didn’t cry. As a kid, he obviously came home crying a lot after he’d fallen from his bike or got into a fight, but while his mother would always comfort him with a cuddle and a kiss on top of his head, his father would either ignore his pleas or just ask him to “tough up”.

While he had no idea how to act “tough”, Hongjoong knew he would spend the rest of his life trying to match his father’s expectations, even if it meant he would never get to shed a single tear ever again. Nothing would ever beat the complete devastation of losing his mother on his own birthday, so why would ever cry again?

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“Fuck- my dad’s gonna kill me” Hongjoong looked through the dusty mirror of the questionable toilets he had locked himself in with his best-friend after they had found shelter in the next gas station. Having just turned 15, Hongjoong often found himself skipping class to wander around the city, looking for a new purpose which often led him towards a troubled path. Today was no exception and while most of the kids his age were busy studying for their exams, Hongjoong and San had both decided that summer break had already started.

“I mean, you still won, what’s the big deal?” San shrugged, lighting himself a cigarette as he perched himself on the edge of the sink, unbothered by the absolute lack of window and the fact they would probably suffocate from the smoke within a minute.

San had been by his side ever since they were little kids as he literally lived across the hall, their front doors so close they might as well be roommates. While Hongjoong was an only child, San was part of a really dysfunctional, blended family. Hongjoong had actually lost track of how many step siblings he had as it seemed like a new child seemed to walk through the door everyday. As the eldest, it was no surprise to see San spend most of his time outside of the family circle, roving the streets until the latest hours of the day so everyone was asleep by the time he went home. Hongjoong couldn’t help but wonder if San was ever sad about acting like a complete stranger within his own family, but he never dared to ask. San wasn’t much of a talker and whenever someone would try and cross the line of the iron wall he had built around him, he would just punch them hard enough for them not to even speak his name ever again.

What’s the big deal? Hongjoong asked himself as he wiped blood off the corner of his mouth, trying to pat his bruised skin with his sleeve as it looked like he had bumped into a door, making it a winner. Though he had won the fight - a pretty stupid fight over a pack of cigarettes - against some older kid from high-school, Hongjoong just knew his father wouldn’t let him live with a face showing obvious signs of weakness.

“Whatever… few more years and I’ll be out of here anyway” Hongjoong sighed while looking down the sink. It definitely looked like it hadn’t seen a single wipe in years and if he tried to pour water into his hands, Hongjoong just knew it would come out the color of dirt. This place was a shithole, like the entire city he had grown in.

Taking his first drag of well-deserved nicotine, Hongjoong couldn’t help but think about his future, counting the days until he was out of this place, out of his father’s grip and finally free to become the man he was always meant to be. Someone powerful whose name would make people shudder, someone his own father would fear.

But for now, he was just a 15yo boy feeling sick at the thought of going home.

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Walking into the Dinner like he owned the place, San looked around while giving a few fist-bumps to some acquaintances, the shimmering sound of the bells above the door following his every step. Wasting no time in finding his usual spot by the bar, perched on top of a stool, San immediately slammed his hand upon the silvery surface, announcing himself.

“Whose dick do I have to suck to get a burger?” he chanted, his dimple digging into his cheek as his smile grew wider.

“Fuck off, San” Yunho barely spared him a glimpse, too busy pouring the cheapest brand of soda into two rainbow colored paper cups, his glasses almost slipping off his nose from sweating into the kitchen for too long. Yunho was a top class student working his ass off in the evening and sacrificing his weekends to gather enough money for college. While he was the complete opposite of the outcast San had turned out to be, Yunho was still part of the few privileged men who hadn’t been beaten up by Hongjoong’s best friend.

“Jeong, I know you’re craving for it as the flaming homosexual that you are, and I’m flattered, but I’d rather sit on broken glass than go anywhere near your flabby cock…”

Yunho knew better than to reply to San’s typical provocations and decided to ignore his comment, taking his order with him towards the table at the very back of the restaurant. Bending over the bar to grab himself a paper cup where he could pour his own soda, San watched as his best-friend finally escaped from the kitchen, hands full of plates.

“There he is, our local heartbreaker!” San chuckled to himself, grabbing a straw just so he would get a chance to blow into it and watch as its wrapper went flying to the next table, collecting a few cold glances from strangers.

When Yunho walked back to pick up the next orders from his hands, Hongjoong took the opportunity to catch a five minutes break, pouring himself a glass of water and gulping it down immediately like he’d been wandering through a desert for days. Grilling steaks and cleaning tables was nowhere near the glamorous life he hoped for, but it gave him an income and a reason to drop out of school when sitting at a table for 8 hours a day had become too much. Though he was smart and capable of doing great, Hongjoong had quickly given up on any hope for some higher education. If anything, he would be a self-made man and learn from experience rather than black boards and books.

“Rumor has it you dumped your girlfriend, you monster!” San grinned, finding pride in the way his best-friend rolled his eyes at him with complete disgust.

“First of all - she was never my girlfriend, we hooked up twice and the girl thought I’d marry her somehow?”

“Once is an accident, twice is a date… Which is why I never do second shots!”

Resting on his elbows upon the bar, Hongjoong simply sighed to himself while locking his head between his arms, absolutely exhausted.

“Whatever” he groaned, unbothered by the reputation he was about to get for ditching a girl after a couple fucks, “you got the cash?” he asked again, composing himself as he recalled the main reason why they had decided to meet up in the middle of his shift.

“Yeah, we good”

Though he never spared much emotion, Hongjoong couldn’t help but smile for a brief second at the thought of leaving this place soon. Having just turned 18, both him and San were getting closer to freedom and while the path they had taken to gather enough money to move into the big city was definitely not the safest, Hongjoong just knew he was on his way to become the better version of himself. One thing he knew is that it would be a lonely road as he would never allow anyone to grow a place into his heart, anything close to a relationship he ever had somehow always ending with tears and drama as he failed to commit. While anyone would find it sad, Hongjoong felt comfortable being lonely, his trust issues always making him feel like everyone was a threat, except for the one person he actually trusted with his own life, his best-friend.

When he came home later that night, Hongjoong felt like he had been run over by a truck, ready to collapse on top of his bed from the exhaustion of a double shift. Fridays were always the busiest and despite his absolute lack of interest in school and studies, Hongjoong had definitely inherited some extremely strong working ethic from his father. The only thing he had, along with his thin nose and his natural pouty lips. Everything else was an absolute copy-paste of his mother’s face, from the shape of his eyes that turned into crescents whenever he smiled to his cheekbones and the mole on the side of his neck, Hongjoong had lost track of the times he’d been told how much he looked like his late mother even though it always brought a genuine smile upon his face. Having people comparing him to his father would be like being linked to the Devil himself, something he would never wish for anyone, even his archenemies.

The lights were out, except for that one lamp his father always forgot to switch off before going to bed, like he could afford paying for that much electricity when the fridge was filled with coupon food. Walking towards it, ready to turn it off, Hongjoong was surprised to find his father’s silhouette sitting on the couch, facing the coffee table where a ridiculous amount of money was on display. Money Hongjoong instinctively recognized as the cash he was keeping safely hidden in the drop ceiling of his bedroom.

“What’s this?” Hongjoong didn’t know how else to start this conversation, his hands turning into nervous fists as he started to dig his own nails into his palms, out of nerves.

“Shouldn’t I be the one asking?”

“Looks like a shit ton of money to me”

“If I were you, I wouldn’t act so cocky.. Where’s the money from?”

“In case you didn’t know, I have a job”

“You’re making burgers and fries, what do you think you are, CEO?” his father almost spat back, his hand flying into the air like he was too eager to punch something but too early into the conversation to actually hit his son across the face.

“I’m gonna ask you again, just once–” he started, his finger pointing at him now “where is the money coming from?”

“None of your business” Hongjoong knew his attitude would definitely not get him out of this situation, but knowing his father, there was no way he would walk out of this room with his money back if he didn’t stand up for himself. His dad was such a pitiful excuse for a man that he’d rather burn the bills himself than have his son win this battle.

“I did not raise you to become some cheap dealer or whatever that is!”

“You could’ve stopped at ‘I did not raise you” to be fair…” Hongjoong chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest now, his tongue poking on the inside of his cheek as he found pride and amusement in the way his father was getting more frustrated by the second. A couple years from now, he would’ve caved, apologized and made sure to crawl back into his room hoping not to see his father burst through the door ready to punish him. But today, Hongjoong had finally grown tired of being scared. Over time, his father had become a ghost made of all his insecurities, haunting him every once in a while, but he wasn’t afraid of him anymore.

There was a silence as both seemed to dare each other through the coldest look until his father finally lifted himself up from the couch, instantly aiming for his throat and pushing him towards the nearest wall, his back hitting it so hard he felt it through every fiber of his skin. As his father’s hand wrapped tighter around his neck, Hongjoong could feel the rage building up inside of him, years of being humiliated, punished, slapped across the face, punched until he was tough enough not to shed a single tear, coming back to haunt him. The way he had been mistreated and still ignored, only for him to care now that he was this close to walking out the family home? That single thought was enough to push him off the edge and ironically, Hongjoong did the only thing his father ever taught him: he gave the first punch.

Things escalated quickly as they found themselves slammed to the coffee table, throwing punches until Hongjoong was finally kneeling on top of his dad, his fist like a machine that couldn’t be stopped, fury bursting through his veins as blood turned his knuckles into a complete red mess. It took him a while to realize someone was pulling him off his father’s limb body, San’s worried voice dragging him off his frenzy after he’d used his spare key to storm into the apartment following the worrying noises he had heard on his way back home.

“Holy fuck, Joong’ what have you done?” San was stunned by the sight of his best-friend’s father almost passed out on the floor, his face barely recognizable through the blood and bruises of what looked like a couple broken bones.

A little shaken, Hongjoong had curled himself against the couch, his knees to his chest as his entire body seemed to tremble out of absolute shock. Speechless, he remained silent for a while, rubbing his knuckles as it felt like they’d gone numb from punching repeatedly but when he expected any reaction from him, San watched as Hongjoong finally collected himself and stood up to look down on his father.

“I’m out of here- you hear me, asshole? I’m leaving this shithole of a place you call home! When I walk out that door, you won’t have a son anymore… And when you die, the sooner the better, I won’t shed a tear…” he paused, wiping a few drops of blood out the corner of his lips “ I hope you’re proud of me, Dad”.

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It was the middle of the night when Hongjoong and San hopped on the first bus to the nearest big city. In the darkness of the empty streets, they still looked like teenagers running away from home with their entire existence reduced into two backpacks, one filled with blood stained money they had gathered from Hongjoong’s living room floor, leaving his father behind in agony without a second look.

As the engine started running, Hongjoong couldn’t help but shake his knee out of nerves, one of the rare bad habits he had taken from his mother. Looking out the window as the town he had known his entire life disappeared, Hongjoong almost flinched as he felt his best-friend’s hand push down his knee, silently asking him to stop. Looking to his side and seeing him flash a grin, hope for a new beginning shining through San’s eyes as they entered a new life together, Hongjoong finally felt safe.

“Oh by the way, happy fucking birthday?” San joked as he realized it was past midnight.

Hongjoong had always hated his birthday, but this one was by far his happiest.

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The club was already packed - which was no surprise since Friday nights usually brought along a whole bunch of men gathered in groups and ready to celebrate payday the only way they knew how, with booze and tits.

Y/N was running late and while it wasn’t like she had a 9 to 5 job with a time clock, she just hated to fail at anything, that included her impeccable punctuality. One of her colleagues had once joked about the fact she would probably be 30 minutes early to her own funeral, which Y/N couldn’t even deny because, as the control freak she actually was, she knew everything would be planned from the color of her coffin to the choice of a caterer years before she would actually kick the bucket.

“You’re late” Y/N looked up to see Yunho’s worried look as he frowned through his glasses, the complete surprise of seeing her walking through the door past 8PM barely hidden.

“I know, sue me?” she joked while still walking towards the changing rooms as Yunho was quick to follow, hands filled with the run-through he was about to give to the rest of the girls, including his favorite, who ironically happened to be late that night.

“You know I’m not scolding you, right? Just surprised?”

“Pl-ease, you wouldn’t scold a pigeon if it shat all over your face, of course I know!” Though she was purposely exaggerating, Y/N couldn’t deny Yunho was by far the nicest man she had ever met in her entire life. While she was forced to interact with actual pigs six nights a week, having someone like Yunho around had definitely restored her faith in men.

When Yunho stopped her in her track to grab her hand, forcing her to spin around and face him, Y/N found herself once again thinking that maybe, sometimes, he was being way too nice for his own good.

“Are you okay? Is it your grandma? Do you need the night off?”

“I just missed the bus, Yunho… Can you stop worrying like a dad? You’re getting wrinkles and everything!” Y/N joked just so he would relax a little, her thumb pressing between his eyes where his skin had effectively turned into a wrinkle.

“Alright- do I get a kiss, then?” when his frown turned into a bright smile, Y/N couldn’t help but giggle at the sight of him acting like a careless child over again. There was something pure and delightful about the way Yunho managed to compose himself. Through years of friendship, she had never seen him getting angry to the point he just couldn’t go back to his goofy self within a minute. Their bond was definitely unique as they often shared a kiss or some level of intimacy people would only find in a couple behind closed doors, but as he also remained her boss, Y/N always made sure no one ever caught them being this close. Being the boss’ favorite just didn’t strike her ego right, she wanted to be praised for her good work and popularity, not for sucking Yunho’s dick every other thursday.

She pecked him for a brief second after making sure no one was around and while the frustration was obvious on the face of a man who couldn’t hide his emotions, Yunho still settled for the tiniest bit of affection she allowed him. That’s how much he adored her.

“Okay girls- not that I want you to be nervous but I’ve been told the big boss is coming tonight, so put on your best stilettos, rise and shine if you want that big raise!” Yunho announced as soon as they walked into the changing rooms where all the girls had gathered to put on their best attires. After years of running a strip-club, Yunho had learned to remain completely unbothered by the amount of nudity he had to face on a daily basis. Everywhere around him, gorgeous girls were flashing their most intimate bits while he kept his eyes on his iPad, professional as ever.

The room went busier than ever as they all started to comment about what the big boss probably looked like, suggesting some balding man in his 50s with greasy skin and hairy fingers squeezed into golden rings like they were in some bad mafia movie from the 70s. Silence instantly followed Yunho’s voice when he eventually asked a volunteer for his table, everyone pondering whether it was a good idea to dance for the man in charge of their salary and risking their rent over a mistake or a bad performance. Suddenly, everyone had an excuse not to do it: a bachelor party, their favorite client, a fully-booked agenda… Anything not to face the man everyone had heard about but never met.

“I’ll do it?”

Yunho looked up for the first time, recognizing the voice through the buzzing sound of the room. Sitting in front of the mirror Y/N was applying a fair coat of bright red lipstick while smiling to her friend, the thought of a good challenge sparkling through her shiny eyes.

“Are you sure? I mean, he’s not gonna be alone… He’s always with his sidekicks…” Though he only meant well, Yunho just knew he sounded way too worried for a man whose job depended on his best girl giving the performance of a lifetime.

“You think I can’t handle a couple meanies?” she joked, poking her tongue through her teeth “...and what’s his name anyway?

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“ … Kim Hongjoong, you might want to remember his name”

San walked past the man he had just knocked out to the floor, abandoning his poor soul to the pavement for every other guest standing in the queue to see. Adjusting the front of his shirt, making sure to look immaculate, he flashed a flirty grin to the girl leading them to their table as soon as they entered the club.

“Did you have to break his nose?” Hongjoong sighed, once again the victim of his right-hand man’s impulsive behavior.

“I mean, the guy didn’t know your name? You fucking OWN the place? You think I’m gonna let him disrespect you like that?” clicking his tongue against his teeth while rolling his neck out of nerves, San couldn’t hide his frustration.

“That was pretty fucking funny though” Wooyoung’s laugh was muffled by the sound of music as they got carried further into the main room and to the VIP corner. The youngest of the three was typically hyping San up whenever he failed to compose himself. While Hongjoong always tried to keep his head high and found pride in their reputation, Wooyoung was like a puppy in a bowling alley, always cheering for a fight and laughing at people’s misery. Most of the time, Hongjoong found him endearing, like a child he had taken under his responsibility along the way but tonight, as he stepped into a club with his own name stamped on it, the boss had taken over the friend, hoping not to be completely embarrassed by his friends’ behavior.

As they sat in their booth, towering over the rest of the guests, Hongjoong found himself looking around while trying to empty his head of the burdening thoughts of a long day. San was actually the one suggesting for them to go out and check out the latest club he had bought, almost owning the city by now, and while he wasn’t exactly in a festive mood, Hongjoong had finally agreed, mostly because the sight of Wooyoung in front of some half-naked girls was always entertaining enough to steal a smile from his boss as he just couldn’t contain his excitement. The place looked cool, dimmed lights giving it some nice vintage boudoir vibes Hongjoong actually loved and while his meticulous eye could already catch a couple changes to be made, he had to admit Yunho was doing a good job at running this place.

Speaking of the Devil, Yunho showed up to their table like he had been summoned.

“Jeong! How’s life? Found yourself a boyfriend yet?”San joked, his body leaning into the booth like he was watching some daytime TV on his couch with no worries whatsoever.

“Hi, San, still a clown, I see?” Yunho smiled, way past his teenage fear of getting into a fight with a man whose fists could actually kill.

When San was about to spit back, Hongjoong stopped him with a single finger up, motioning for him to shut up as he leaned forward to bump fists with Yunho.

“This place looks good… You did well…”

“Thanks- doing my best!” Yunho tried his best to cover up the joy this praising had brought as his life was definitely ruled by his work ethic. To hear it from Hongjoong himself was something he definitely found pride in, as weird as it felt to have him as his boss considering the fact they shared a common background. While he didn’t approve of all of Hongjoong’s ways of living and the questionable business he ran on the side, Yunho couldn’t ignore his friend’s success and the major spin his life had taken ever since he had disappeared from their hometown, 6 years ago.

“Heard about your dad- I’m sorry” Yunho spoke again, his voice unsure as he knew that, above many things, his family was one thing Hongjoong hated to mention. Still, having known him for so long, it felt wrong not to talk about his father passing a couple days ago.

“What are you sorry for?” Hongjoong surprisingly replied, one of his eyebrows raised like he’d been told the most ridiculous thing ever.

“I mean, it’s your dad–”

“Couldn’t care less” Hongjoong stated like it was absolutely nothing, brushing the topic off like you would change it back to the weather or the most random piece of information.

“Why don’t you do your job and find us some good girls for the night?” San interrupted, quite visibly annoyed with Yunho’s puppy look and his typical way of feeling sorry for everyone.

“I’ve actually found the perfect girl for you guys, don’t worry about that” Yunho smiled though his heart was aching at the thought of Y/N having to deal with San’s bad manners.

“THE girl? As in… just one? What, you think we all share a bed or something?” San chuckled, his laugh covering up his building annoyance.

“You do know this is a strip-club, not a brothel? If you wanna fuck, I suggest you log onto Tinder or something–” Yunho’s snapback came as a surprise as the three men were at a loss for words. Having a good man like Yunho losing his patience felt like getting a nasty bite from the cutest puppy, shocking, but almost cute.

“Bro, that man owns the place, if he wants to fuck all of these girls, he will…” San smirked with the confidence of ten men, “what is it? Do you have a little crush? You don’t want us to play with your girlfriend?”.

“San- that’s enough” Hongjoong interrupted again, clearly frustrated with his friend by now. After a while, he finally reached for his credit card, handing it to Yunho.

“Open a tab for us, alright? and this…” reaching into the inside of his jacket, Hongjoong handed a thick pile of rolled-up cash as Yunho tried to mentally calculate so he would get a fair guess of the amount of money he was being given “... this is for the girl, if she works hard for us tonight, I’ll double it up”.

“Man she better have tits made of gold” Wooyoung chuckled at the ridiculous display of wealth happening in front of his eyes.

“She’ll double it up, I’m not worried about that” Yunho simply stated before he walked off. Soon enough, San’s restless comments and Wooyoung’s laugh were merely muffled sounds in the distance as the only thing he could hear was the blood thumping through his veins as he tightly wrapped his fist around the money that would sell his favorite girl to the devil.

... to be continued ♥ feel free to comment & feedback!

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[hyuckilstan]

[10:36 p.m] - K.Hj

Pairing: mean dom!Hongjoong x fem!reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: dirty talk, degradation, uses of ‘slut, baby, whore’, sir kink, fingering, edging, overstimulation, choking (I think that’s about it)

Wc: 633 words

a/n: mean dom Joong brainrot so I wrote this in half an hour so if it sucks, well that’s it ;-;

☽·Masterlist·☾

Smut under the cut

“Come on, you said you wanted my fingers, then fucking take them,” his tone was menacing and dark as his grip around your throat tightened, continuing to curl his fingers in you. Your whines that filled the room made Hongjoong annoyed, in a way that made him want to ruin you more.

“I– I can’t– sir” you barely managed to speak out, drool and tears on your face, it was messy, just like how he liked it.

He scoffs, as he started to pump his fingers into you again, “Don’t think that you calling me that will make me any softer towards you, you wanted this you whore,” he growls and you moan, your hand weakly going down to his arm to stop him from moving his fingers.

His releases his hold on your throat, making you immediately catch your breath, but he still didn’t give you rest, his hand leaves a burning sensation as he harshly grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head.

“Sir! Please!” you cried with the immense amount of pleasure as he pumps his fingers in and out of your abused and wet hole yet again in a fast pace, he has been edging you for you don’t even know how long now, you’re begging him to stop, but he knows you don’t actually mean it, Hongjoong knows your limits very well, but at times like this he sometimes perhaps tends to get a bit carried away.

“Please what slut,” he whispered to your ear, sending a shudder throughout your body, “W–wanna c–um” you said breathlessly, quiet little whines following your pathetic sentence.

“Oh? But you said I could have my way with you didn’t you baby,” he teased, now rubbing your clit with his thumb as he buried his fingers deeper in your hole, causing you to squirm under him.

“Y–yes! But– Wanna cum...please...” you pleaded, tears falling down your face, biting your lips, the sight makes Hongjoong’s pants tighten, he wants to be in you so bad, but he would like to torture you a bit more.

“What a slut, having to be reminded who your sir really is, who actually has you squirming over a few touches, who actually makes you feel so good” he purrs, you could barely form a response now, remembering how this all started, that’s right, this all started because of how possessive and jealous he could be.

You closed your eyes with knitted eyebrows, feeling so overwhelmed with pleasure, he let go of your wrists but you knew better than to try to stop him again, “Hey hey!” he lands a few soft slaps to your cheek.

“Eyes on me baby, don’t you wanna cum my filthy little slut, hmm?” he flashes you a sadistic smile and another whimper threatens to leave your mouth but you bit your swollen lip to conceal it, and Hongjoong did not like that.

He grabs your jaw, making your lips part, and the moan you held in leaves your mouth, much louder than you ever intended it to be, “That’s right, let me hear you, remind yourself who you really belong to.”

Normally you wouldn’t let anyone talk to you in such a way but with Hongjoong, all your common senses are long gone, it only ends up with you being a whining mess under him, it inflated his ego, knowing that he was the only one to have you this way.

“Answer my question, don’t you wanna fucking cum?” he questions, sucking and biting on your neck, his hands now moving back down to your throat, giving it a squeeze, you gasped breathlessly, “Y–yes sir” you answered and you felt him smirk against your skin.

“Then you better cum on my cock and make a mess on it you fucking slut.”

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[kiwiraccoon]

Teaser

HongJoong Bullet Imagine

Summary: Your boyfriend had been missing for days and no one was doing anything about it because of his delinquent tendencies, so you took matters into your own hands. When you find him you tease him but he isn’t so happy about that.

Notes: Suggestive, MDNI, ropes, teasing, tied up, dominant Joong

On the fifth day of your boyfriend being missing and no one helping you take matters into your own hands.

You had been keeping tabs on possible clues throughout the five days and felt like you had enough to find him.

You drive quickly to the abandoned warehouse in the middle of nowhere, feeling an adrenaline rush pump through your veins. 

Your boyfriend never allowed you to join in on his hobbies and finally you were able to even though he had no clue.

Reaching the warehouse you sense no one around but bring protection just in case and sneak into the building.

Walking around the perimeter you find no sign of anyone and make your way inside still fully aware of your surroundings.

Inside you sense no one again and make your way into the main room.

You see your boyfriend in the middle of the room tied up to a chair with a camera on him.

He has his head down but you know he hears you.

Instead of talking to him you walk to the camera and turn it off, not forgetting to smile and wave cutely at whoever is watching.

They will know that his girlfriend is just as sneaky with a delinquent side.

Hongjoong looks up and watches you just stand in front of him.

You know you should be rushing to free him and freaking out at seeing his bruises.

Instead you start laughing.

You had believed he was this top tier guy who never got caught and here he was.

You tease him.

“Awww does baby want to be free?”

“Look who is all tied up. How cute!”

“Honey are the ropes to tight?”

“You’re so cute all helpless and tied up!”

You had pinched his cheeks a few times and pouted at him to emphasize your teasing.

Everything stopped when his voice came out.

“Let me go.”

It wasn’t just him asking.

He used his commanding dominant voice on you, the one he refused to use on you.

Without thinking you went to work on the ropes instantly.

As soon as they slipped from his wrists you were in a daze.

He had moved faster than you could imagine and now you were tied to the chair while he stood in front of you.

With his demonic smirk on his face he leaned forward to be eye level with you and place his hands on your thighs.

With a squeeze he whispered “you wanted to tease me, now it’s your turn.”

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[starlight-channie]

♡ episode eleven: high (📝...written chapter)

summary: When Hongjoong developed a crush on y/n, he thought confessing wasn't going to be so hard.....until life started throwing curve balls at him. Will she ever get to know how he feels?

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a/n ─ this is my first ever written chapter and for those who are still keeping up with this I hope you guys enjoy it. I tried my best and trust me this smau is truly a slow burn. I love y'all bye<33

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You get out of your room and make your way to the kitchen where you were greeted by Hana making herself some ramen. "I am going out for a bit, I'll come back soon bye" was all you said before putting on your shoes and getting out of the apartment unit. You walk out of your building and make your way to the gate where you saw Hongjoong standing near his car with one of his hands in his pocket and the other one holding a paper bag.

As soon as Hongjoong saw you his eyes lit up and the softest smile appeared on his face, you looked so adorable in your oversized hoodie and your pyjamas running in tiny towards him that he could literally disintegrate in that very second. He waved his hands and greeted you.

"So why did you ask me to come out in this cold ass weather?" you questioned him with both your hands inside your hoodie pockets.

He chuckled a bit at your question and answered "Just wanted to see you". He said it in a teasing tone and manner but he also actually meant it. You side eyed him and responded "Then you could've just asked me to send you a selfie or something", you teased him back which made him laugh a little. You were now getting curious as to why he exactly called you out so you pouted a little in frustration and said "Come on, stop teasing me"

He then gave you the sincerest smile, let out a sigh and responded "Fine, here you go", holding up the paper bag. You tilted your head and gave him a confused look. Wondering what exactly is in that brown paper bag that he was holding up to your face.

"I was getting coffee for my hyungs at the studio and I saw four waffles left at the store and they reminded me of you so I thought I'd get them for you" he answered and happiness took over you and you gave him the biggest smile. You took the paper bag out of his hands and peeked inside it a little bit as you got really excited about the food that Hongjoong just brought you.

"Oh my God this is so sweet of you. Joong, how did you know I've been craving for waffles for such a long time now??" you asked him. He couldn't help but smile at your words since he really didn't know that you were craving them. He felt content and proud that he was able to bring you something that you wanted without even knowing that you wanted them.

"I actually didn't know that but I am glad I could satisfy your cravings", he answered proudly. You gave him the biggest smile and hugged him as a form of thank you and you couldn't see it but Hongjoong was a blushing mess and he could feel fireworks going off above his head and a swarm of butterflies in his stomach because of your actions. When you broke out of the hug Hongjoong's phone rang to which he checked and said "Oh shit it's my hyung's I guess they must be wondering where the heck I am, so I guess i'll just scram out of here since I have accomplished what I came here for".

You gave him a sad look and questioned "Can't you stay a little bit longer? We could take a walk around the neighborhood?" As much as Hongjoong wanted to do all those with you and spend time with you he just gives you an apologetic look and says "I am so sorry y/n but I have to go, I'll see you tomorrow for sure okay! Enjoy your waffles, byee"

"Oh okay then bye see you tomorrow. Thank you so much for the food once again" was all you said before he gets into his car. He rolls down his window and smiles at you waving goodbye before driving off.

You turn around to go back into your apartment building when in the corner of your eyes you saw a shadowy figure behind the gate lamppost. You should be running back inside your building as fast as you can when you see that but the shadowy figure looked similar to you so you stepped a little closer and called out "Hey". Again, you should be running away at the fastest speed but you knew who that shadowy figure was. "Yeosang, what are you doing there??" you asked and Yeosang indeed came out of the shadows.

"Hmm nothing I was just taking a walk around the neighborhood anyways I should get going it's getting late" he said all that in one breath. And before you could answer or ask anymore questions he grabbed your shoulders and turned you towards your apartment building telling you to go inside since it's already late.

You were confused at what was happening so you tried to turn towards him to ask what the heck was going on but he stopped you and pushed you gently towards the entrance of your apartment building saying "It's late and cold, go on, get inside". You couldn't debate with him since he didn't give you a chance so you just obeyed him and walked towards your apartment building.

Yeosang watched you as you made your way towards your apartment building because he always had to watch you enter any building or house safely before he walked away. That was his habit and also a way for him to make sure you were safe. Before entering the building you looked back to see Yeosang still watching you. He waved his hands and gave you a smile and mouthed a 'Good night see you tomorrow bye' to which you just smiled and waved back in return.

Yeosang's smile dropped as soon as you were out of his sight. He looked towards the thrash can near the building lamppost where he just threw a box of waffles.

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[jayzissleppy]

i'll wait forever..

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 🫧 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

includes ; hongjoong x reader, your ex boyfriends brother trope, hongjoong has been in love with you for months, confessions, fluff and a little speck of angst pet names: princess

a/n ; i literally wrote this on call with my friend while we were just fooling around writing diary entry's and i decided to edit and publish it !

words: ___

summary: your boyfriend seongwha cheated on you hours before and you thought you needed some air, so while you sat on your porch at night taking in the silence, you received a visitor.

you sat out on the porch of your house. you needed air, and a lot. this would probably be the most agonising night you'd ever have... he cheated. seongwha cheated.. and not with just anyone... the girl he told you not to worry about.

while zoning out with the cold air and silence you heard a knock on the window and turned to see where its from..

"y/n.. are you okay?' it was hongjoong. seongwha's younger brother.

"did he send you here." you replied sternly. 

"no, i came here on my own"

"well you shouldn't have."

"i brought you your favourite snacks" he said lightly throwing a basket with a pink bow to your poarch. 

"...." 

"where my thank you?" he said.. i could hear the smile in his voice.. the smile that always taunted me when i was over... the smile i fell for. 

"thank you.."  

"so, can i come up?" he said already almost at top

"i dont mind.." you replied.

your breath hitched as he got closer to the top.. his blue hair glowing under the moonlight.. you immediately felt comfortable..you were safe with him.

"why are you crying, princess?" 

"hongjoong.."

he sat next to you, taking your face in both of his hands. 

"your going to be okay"

you cried.. cried.. and cried and who sat there for you while i cried. hongjoong..

"princess.." he said, you could hear the worry in his voice 

"dont cry over a man who didnt deserve you" 

"but he was the only man who made me feel like i was worthy of being loved.." you replied wiping your tears.

"i guess you never looked my way.." he lightly laughed.

"what.." you said, breathless.

"y/n.. ive been here, ive loved you. i love your smile when you look at me, even if it was as just friends.. i love the way your laugh echoes through the walls even if it wasnt for me. i love when you dress up for pretty dates, dates i only wish i took you on.. y/n. ive loved you."

"... hongjoong"

"i know this isnt the right time and im sorry but i cant let you cry over someone so shitty..you only deserve the best.. even if its not me. i was and forever will be lucky to have loved a girl like you"

"..hongjoong.."

"i know its bad but-"

"hongjoong!... let me finish.." you sigh "i regretted ever moment i stepped into that house and it wasnt for you, every time i got dolled up i thought how you'd react. i only came on somedays cause i knew seongwha wouldnt be home.. i came there for you."

"... your not kidding right?" he said shaking

"hongjoong.. im not ready to be in another relashinship yet and especially with my ex's brother, but.. if your ever willing to wait for me, please do.."

"ill wait for as long as you need, ill sit up and watch the moon dissapear and the sun rise, id wait till the end of the earth if it means i get to love you"

you take his hand in yours, his hands are freezing. 

"should we head inside?" you ask pulling him up off the ground

"id like that" he says with that loving smile on his face

*bzz...bzzz* 

hongjoongs phone screen lights up 

 .hwa is calling

you look up at him signaling he can answer

"where are you" seongwha asks

"why do you care.."

" you better not be with her"

"sorry but he is, i mean..why wouldn't he be." you say into the phone, ending the call.

you take his hand and lead him inside your room. 

"do you need a hoodie?, your freezing" 

"..."

"what are you looking at me like that for you"

"your..wow."

"what" you say giggling

"y/n, im being so serious right now, but i dont think i can wait. please. "

".."

you lean up and give him a quick kiss on his check.

"wait just a little longer?"you say smiling up at him. 

he tackles you onto your bed, digging his face into your neck gigling.

"ill wait forever for you"

note: i know this was short but im working on another book right now and i just wanted to leave t his here, please be nice with the criticism, i didnt have much motivation to write this, as i said i wrote it for fun on call with my friend, thank you for taking the time to read this !

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[wooyoungmybelovedhusband]

THEIR UNFORTUNATE FATE | KHJ X F! reader (1/3)

Pairing : Kim Hongjoong x F! Reader

Genre : Werewolf and Vampire themes.

Warning : Curse words, Harassment

Summary : Her heart was filled with emptiness and broken love and his was a door of emotions which never opened. What will happen when they are brought together by the Unfortunate Fate?

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She was too fragile right now. Having witnessed her first love cheating on her was hard but she felt empty. She sat in the middle of the forest as she was in her own thoughts. Her heart was broken. Her feelings were lost. Images of him making out with another woman flashed in front of her eyes. The thought of her wanting leave her mate for him now traumatized her. The thought of her wanting to loose her virginity for him instead of her mate now disgusted her. The thought loving someone else too now broke her.

Hongjoong was walking around in the forest of his rival kingdom or should he say the Werewolf. He loathed Werewolves. In fact who wouldn't when his mother was killed by the great Werewolf king and Queen. He disguised himself as he changed his scent to one of them to roam around in their forest. This was the only way for him to relax. Until he was met with a very tempting smell, a smell that did not attract him for the taste blood, a smell that attracted him with desire and want.

His eyes turned Blue, signifying his Royal Vampire blood, but he shook his head as he went back to his palace not knowing that the great crossover will happen soon between the Werewolf and the Vampires.

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Hongjoong now sat next to his father as he was ranting at him about how he needs to find his mate or he will have to marry Yuji. Frustrated, now Hongjoong sat in his office as he punched the table repeatedly in annoyance. He hated the fact that he should have a partner to take over the throne. He never wanted to have anyone with him. He never was interested in mates but now he has to find his.

To add on to his stress, Yuji Walked into his office. Kang Yuji, younger sister of Kang Yeosang one of Hongjoong's best friends, was again one of the many girls in the kingdom who wanted Hongjoong, who would do anything to get him. "Hey oppa, I heard that we're going to get engaged by next week." She sat down on his desk as Hongjoong tried hard not to roll his eyes at her. "Yuji that's only if I don't find my mate." Yuji rolled her eyes at that but smiled as she walked towards him. Before she could back hug him Hongjoong spoke, "Yuji you should go, I'm very busy right now." Yuji just walked out embrassed about what what just happened.

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Y/n was in the middle of the forest sitting on the giant rock reading her book, trying escape the overwhelming reality but soon snapped out of her dreamland as she heard rustling near her, well not obviously near her as she had very strong Werewolf senses. She followed her ears until a smell hit her nose, the smell made her eyes turn red as she walked towards the direction the smell was coming from. She saw him there, resting against the tree as he closed his eyes.

She felt very much attracted to him. And that's when the wolf inside her screamed sounding oddly painful. Hongjoong opened his eyes as he felt something drop to the ground, there stood a wolf in front of him, a very fluffy black wolf which stared at him with Royal red colour eyes.

She or more likely her wolf waited for her mate to transform too. But her wolf whimpered as she saw his eyes glow blue. She felt shocked, awestruck too at the beautiful blue colour glowing in her mates eyes. But she snapped herself out of the thoughts reminding Herself that he is a Vampire.

Hongjoong went nearer to the wolf standing in front of him feeling some kind of emotional pull towards the wolf. As he caressed her soft fur, she went back growling at him, warning him to stay away. He too snapped out of his thoughts remembering that he is Vampire and he interacted with a Werewolf. Before he can say anything to the wolf in front of him, he noticed something unusual with his birth scar, every Vampire gets a birth scar which glows red or blue in case of the royals when they meet their soulmate but Hongjoong was shocked to see the glowing purple colour from his birth scar on his hand.

They now stood there looking at each other as Hongjoong towered over her. Hongjoong looked at her coldly as he spoke, "Well, looks like unfortunately you're my mate. Not like I can change it, how about you come meet my dad now." "WHAT? Are you crazy? Don't you see we're the first ever couple after 100 years, the first ever Werewolf and a Vampire mates after the great The great Ava and Myx." "Yeah so?" Hongjoong looked at her with no interest before speaking again "Well it's fixed then, you and your stupid family in my palace tomorrow". Y/n gave him a slap across his cheek. Tears filled her eyes as she ran to her house. Hongjoong held his cheek as he scoffed in disbelief at the girl.

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The Kim family sat across the Park family as Hongjoong just stared at her, as some weird emotion surrounded him. He didn't even listen to the conversation as he just focused on the silent girl in front of him until he was snapped out of his thoughts by his father's voice, "My son will take a very good care of her Park. Won't you son?" Hongjoong chuckled as he replied with a nod.

Soon after the meeting between the two families, it was decided that Y/n will be sent to Hongjoong's house as she will soon stand next to Hongjoong as his Queen.

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The day finally arrived, the day Hongjoong waited so long for. His Coronation Day. The day he worked and prepared all his life. But Y/n was too into her thoughts until she heard a knock on her door. After hearing the 'come in' from inside, Hongjoong went in. Hongjoong looked at her dress as it elegantly hugged her body, showing off her curves as the Big floral design sat on her shoulder making her look like an angel.

He looked at her heartlessly before walking up to her and pinning her to the wall as he looked down at her. "Won't it be very awkward if you don't have the bond mark on your neck when we are so 'in love'. Don't ya think darling." Hongjoong smirked as he looked at her scared eyes. "H-Hongjoong please don't." "You think I'll back away so easily princess?" Hongjoong said as leaned into her neck. Before his teeth can tear the first layer he felt a punch against his cheek as strong to push him to the ground. Well obviously the new alpha king will be so strong wouldn't he be?

Park Seonghwa, Y/n's brother looked at Hongioong with anger eyes "You bastard! Dare touch my little sister without her consent and you'll dead the next moment." Hongjoong just wiped his lips as stood up. He rolled his eyes before turning to the Park Sibling "Whatever, just come down when you're called."

Y/n broke down in her brother's arms as she felt too hurt and traumatized by his actions. Seonghwa looked at his sister with hurt eyes just wanting to kill everyone that hurt her.

Y/n was called down for the coronation, she wiped her tears as she put on her usual happy face. She walked out of the room to be met with all the Royal people both Vampires and Werewolves. Hongjoong stood there with the biggest fame grin on his face as he pulled her by the waist as they walked down the aisle.

As they reached Kim Seokjin, Hongjoong's father, the Vampire king standing there with the crown in his hand. The crown was coloured in pure Royal Blue with hints of white and black. The crown was finally placed on his head as his eyes glowed gold with his birth scar on his arm. 'You're very lucky and special to have her son' Seokjin thought as he smiled calmly at his daughter in-law.

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Hongjoong sat in his office as he looked through some official problems of the Kingdom. When Yuji walked into his office with the most revealing dress as she seductively sat on his office table.........

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𝑫𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝑳𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕

Kim Hongjoong X afab!gn!reader

Summary: You and Hongjoong hated each other. At least, that's what you told yourselves, until you ended up in the same bathroom at a party.

WC: 2.1k

Content: Smut, lots of smut, little bit of fluff, little bit of angst

Smut warnings: Dirty talk, kissing, fingering (reader receiving), oral sex (reader receiving), unprotected PIV sex (this is fairly vanilla)

AN: This is in reference to this post, so those of you who were interested, here you go. ;>

And this was originally written for @malldreamprincess but she gave me permission to edit it and post it. 💜

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“You’re just a fucking bitch,” you spat, exasperated. Hongjoong laughed as he looked at you through the mirror, still more focused on fixing his stupid lipstick.

“Come on, even I say that. Do better, babydoll.” He puckered his lips and made a pop noise, finally satisfied with his application. He capped the tube and spun around to look at you, leaning back on the basin of the sink. His multitudes of rings clinked against the porcelain, and it was enough to make you want to rip your hair out of your skull. 

You clenched your hands into fists as he stared at you. He tilted his head. A taunt. 

You really had nothing except elementary level insults. “You’re not even pretty,” “you’re mean.” What could you say that someone hadn’t said already, that he didn’t already know, that Hongjoong wouldn’t have a smart, sexy retort to spit back at you with his bright red painted lips? 

“Your ex just fucked you because of your ass” is what came out. You didn’t even think about it, but all of a sudden, the words tumbled out and there they were. 

And to your surprise, the color drained from Hongjoong’s face. His smile dropped instantly and his eyes went wide. You felt pride that you’d finally stunned him, and then you were terrified half a second later by his sudden dead eyes that stared through you as you knew he was thinking about how to kill you. 

“I dare you to say that again,” he said slowly, his eyes still wide, but devoid of any and all emotion except for one: Rage. Unbridled, fiery rage. 

Your heart pounded wildly in your chest like a panicked bird, smacking against the sides of your rib cage. For a moment, you really considered staying quiet. 

“Your ex-” 

He threw you up against the wall and pinned your hands above your head. Your head hit the tiles of the bathroom wall and your vision swam for a second. 

When you could see again, all you were met with were Hongjoong’s eyes, staring into your very soul. Your lungs instantly shrunk and your stomach was in your throat. Your mouth was drier than sand in the Sahara. 

“You have no fucking right to say anything like that,” Hongjoong spat, pressing you against the wall harder. His body wasn’t touching yours, but fuck, it was so close, you could feel the heat coming off of him. 

“And what if I’m right?” You breathed. It was such a cheap line, and you knew there was a high chance he’d slap you for it. 

But he didn’t. And deep in his eyes, you saw it. Hestience. Uncertainty. 

Insecurity. 

I’m right, you thought, but you didn’t dare utter the words. 

Hongjoong finally collected himself and blinked. The insecurity disappeared, and the rage was starting to dissipate too. 

“Why did you say that?” He asked, still holding your hands above your head. 

And it was as if you both had a realization moment: What the fuck were you two doing? 

What were you doing here? In this bathroom, at this house party, arguing about a whole bunch of nothing, when you both could’ve ignored each other? It would've been so easy to ignore each other, to ignore Hongjoong, and stay with your friends and talk about everything and anything. 

You two didn’t like each other. You wanted nothing to do with each other. 

You hated each other. 

Right? 

“Because I hate you,” you breathed. 

And Hongjoong called your bluff. 

“No you don’t,” he whispered, and smashed his lips against yours. 

And it was a fiery kiss, of passion, rage, hidden and complex feelings neither of you wanted to confront. All tongue and teeth and spit. 

Hongjoong moved all over your body, groping at everything, your ass, hips, waist, tits, all of it, moaning into the kisses as he did. You gasped as he kissed down your neck feverishly. 

“Feels so good, Hongjoong,” you slurred, clinging onto him. 

“Yeah?” Hongjoong asked, running one of his hands down between your thighs, rubbing your clit through your pants. “Keep telling me that.” 

And you did, letting out all the whiny, desperate moans trapped inside you that Hongjoong forced out. Fire and desire raced through your body, from your head to your feet, your skin was screaming his name. 

Hongjoong groaned seeing your face, your eyes rolled back, feeling your slick all over his fingers, dripping out of you, it was so much. Everything he ever wanted. 

He leaned in and kissed you again, with the same intensity as before, pushing his tongue inside and fighting with yours, twisting and dancing, moving all over your mouth. 

As he pulled back, a string of saliva connecting your lips, you looked at him with half closed, dazed eyes as you mumbled: “Fuck me.” 

“Oh, I'll fuck you.”

Hongjoong helped you get your pants and underwear off before making you hold your own leg up to spread you wide for him. 

“Is this good?” You asked as you looked up at him through your lashes. Hongjoong smirked as he ran his fingers over your slit, gathering up some of your arousal. 

“Yeah, good doll,” he ground out as he pushed two fingers inside you. You’d hardly adjusted to the feeling of being stretched out before he was fucking you hard and fast. 

“Fuck, Hongjoong!” You cried out, clenching down on his fingers, rolling your eyes back into your head. 

“That’s it, keep saying my name, gorgeous.” Hongjoong’s forehead was leaned against yours, his nose pressed against yours, his lips a breath away, feeling his heavy breaths on your lips. 

You obeyed, whining and whimpering out his name while his fingers were slamming into you, pounding against your spot, fucking you wide open. Hongjoong smashed his lips on yours again, the kissy messy, his free hand in your hair, holding you in place so you couldn’t pull away. 

Not that you ever wanted to. 

“So perfect,” he mumbled in between kisses. “Feels so fucking good, all of it.” 

His words went straight to your cunt and you clenched down again, feeling your orgasm creeping up. 

“Hongjoong, I’m gonna come,” you whimpered out. 

She immediately pulled back, making you squeal and whine in disappointment. But you rolled your eyes back as he dropped to his knees and pushed back inside you again. 

“Come on my face, baby,” he whispered before he dove in, sucking on your clit and fucking up into you. And how could you deny him when he was fucking you like that? 

It didn’t take long before your thighs were shaking and your head was going light. One of your hands dropped down to grip onto Hongjoong’s hair, holding him as close as you could. She moaned and smothered his face in, putting his free hand on the small of your back to keep you close. 

With one final suck on your clit, you came with a scream of his name, pulling on his hair, trying your hardest to not let your legs buckle underneath you. 

Hongjoong moaned as he drank up everything that spilled out of you, fucking you through it, then licking at your still pulsing hole. His eyes were rolled back as he happily took it all. 

“Fuck, baby, you’re so hot,” he breathed as he pulled away, leaning back on the floor on his hands. And fuck, he looked irresistible. 

The low lighting of the bathroom barely illuminated the shine of your slick on his face and neck, his hair was a mess, his pupils blown out with that little Cheshire smirk on his lips. 

You dropped to your knees and crawled over, pinning him on his back and kissing him again, and she let you do it. He let you pin him to the floor and kiss him, and have your way with him. 

Your hands went down and struggled with his pants, and he thankfully helped you get them down to give you access to his rock hard cock. You smiled into the kisses as you started stroking him, pulling a gasp out of him. 

“Aww, you’re so hard,” you cooed, sitting up on top of him. Hongjoong’s eyes rolled back as he bit his lip, stifling the noises that were beginning to bubble up in his throat. “I thought you hated me, Hongjoong.” You lined his cock up with your cunt and teased the head, making him buck his hips up and groan. 

“Shut up and fuck me,” he breathed, his nails digging into your hips. You almost wanted to make him beg for everything he ever did to you, but you stopped yourself, and slowly sunk down onto him. 

His mouth dropped open as he gasped, squeezing you tighter, trying to keep his noises quiet. But even as you were struggling to stay composed, you weren’t about to let him stay quiet,oh no. 

Thanks to him fucking you open already, you could set a fast pace from the beginning. Hongjoong let out a choked moan and closed his eyes. He bit down on his lip as a whine slipped out, his eyebrows going together. You were so tight on him, so warm, it was almost burning. His head was already going light from the pleasure in his veins. 

“Come on, Hongjoong, don’t be quiet,” you breathed, putting your hands on his chest, leaning close to his face. “I wanna hear how good it feels.” And at first, nothing changed, and you expected him to stay quiet. He didn’t open his eyes, he didn’t change. So you dropped down on his lap harder than before. 

And after that, all the noises were tumbling from his lips. Whines and whimpers, little broken gasps, all of it. 

“So good,” he whimpered out, his head tilted back against the floor. 

“Yeah?” You couldn’t help but smirk, even when your stomach was churning and twisting, and your thighs were quivering in pleasure. 

“Yeah, don’t stop, baby, please.” 

And you weren’t about to. 

You put your hands on either side of his head, staring down at him as you continued. Your eyes trailed down to his exposed neck, and got an idea. 

You leaned in and bit down, making him yelp in pain, but you began to suck and lick over it, soothing the pain and making a mark where everyone would see it. 

That he was yours now and no one was going to take him from you. 

His thighs began to tremble and his back arched. “I’m close, please don’t stop,” he gasped, his hands going up to grab onto your shoulders, holding you tight against his body. 

You were close too, and it was making it difficult to keep the pace up. But hearing all Hongjoong’s desperate cries and moans gave you the motivation to keep going. 

He could see how you were close, and how you were focusing on him and not yourself. So he took one shaking hand and rubbed your clit to help you along. 

And it was almost instantly that you came all over him, screaming his name, bouncing on him frantically to ride it out. He came when you did, fucking up into you, crying out your name as he dug his nails into your skin. 

“You marked me,” he panted once it was over. You smirked as you crawled up to him and looked at it. A dark mark, right in the middle of his neck, where everyone would see it. 

You looked at him, and he was smiling too. “Good.”

“Good?” You asked, slowly pulling up off of him. 

“Yeah.” He pulled his pants back up and got up off the floor, helping you as well. “This isn’t how I wanted to tell you, but I have to now.” 

You looked at him confused as you began to clean yourself up. He helped you before you got redressed, and he helped you fix your outfit before he continued. 

“I never really hated you. I only ‘hated’ you because I wanted you. But when I did, I was dating my ex. I didn’t know what to do, and it came out at that. I’m sorry.” 

And all the animosity you ever felt towards Hongjoong disappeared, and you threw your arms around him in a tight hug. He froze, not really believing you were hugging him. It took a few seconds before he hugged you back, squeezing you so tightly. 

“You��d really have me?” 

“Yes. Now I know it wasn’t genuine. I’d love to have you.” 

Hongjoong smiled and held you even closer. It wasn’t how he wanted the conversation to go at all, but it ended better than he could’ve hoped. 

No matter what happened now, you'd be with him. Everything would be okay because you were with him.

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I’m desperate pls for the love of god if anyone knows that one hongjoong ff in which he’s an artist like painter and it’s 2 chapters and reader fucks up their established relationship and she visits his art gallery plsplspslsslls I’ll do anything

Oh and he always changes his hair colors and the apartment he’s living in

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a ⤖ affection (how affectionate is he? how often does he show affection?)

hongjoong is such a sweetie … he is so affectionate tbh and it’s unreal :,) he’s always hugging you and making sure to give you tons of words of affirmations. he never lets you forget that he loves you.

b ⤖ beginning (what would he be like as a bsf; how would the friendship start?)

he is the most trustworthy and most honest best friend. he would never lie to you but he would also never hurt your feelings. he’s someone you can always lean on and the friendship would start out of no where. hongjoong is someone who pops up in your life when you need him most.

c ⤖ cuddles (does he like to cuddle; how would he cuddle?)

he loves to cuddle :c he loves physical touch so much… he will cuddle you whenever he wants and whenever he needs, cuddling is a given with hongjoong

d ⤖ domestic (does he want to settle down; how good is he at cooking and cleaning?)

he wants to settle down but he wants to focus on his career for a good amount of time. he’s the perfect house husband and will always be there for you, he’s a clean and can definitely whip up something edible

e ⤖ ending (if he had to break up with you; how would he do it?)

he wouldn’t … he just wouldn’t break up with you 😪

f ⤖ fiance (how does he feel about commitment; would he want to get married quick?)

he’s someone who likes to take their time so he’s not in a rush about marriage, but he does dream of future commitment when he’s ready.

g ⤖ gentle (how gentle is he; emotionally + physically?)

he’s the softest most gentle person i know to be quite honest. he would never do anything to hurt you and is always listening to what you have to say. hongjoong is a true angel

h ⤖ hugs (does he likes hugs; how often does he hug you; what are his hugs like?)

he loves them! he hugs you whenever he gets the chance and his hugs are like teddy bears.

i ⤖ i love you (how fast does he say he loves you?)

he doesn’t say it quickly, it takes quite some time. but when he says it, it slips out subconsciously and when he realizes he said it his heart flutters immensely because he really does love you and he meant it wholeheartedly.

j ⤖ jealousy (how jealous does he get; what does he do when he is jealous?)

he trusts you so much and even though he doesn’t like other people looking at you, he’s never really jealous because he knows that you would never hurt him just like he’d never hurt you. literally ever

k ⤖ kisses (what are his kisses like; where does he like to kiss you; where does he like to be kissed?)

they’re soft, they’re sweet, and they leave you wanting for more. he loves to kiss your lips and your nose and he loves to be kissed on his lips and his forehead.

l ⤖ little ones (how is he around children?)

he’s so sweet, and always had a blast. he plays with children and never shoos them away, honestly children gives him a lot of energy.

m ⤖ morning (how are mornings spent with him?)

they’re spent well, hongjoong tries his best to cook for you and make you a yummy breakfast but he also loves just waking up and cuddling for half an hour before getting up to do anything, they’re spent well 100%

n ⤖ night (how are nights spend with him?)

always so warm, dim lights and the two of you cuddled up in bed while something plays on the tv.

o ⤖ open (when would he open up; does he say everything at once or does he wait to reveal himself?)

he doesn’t open up too soon, it might take a while for him to tell you everything about him or some of his deepest secrets. it’s not that he doesn’t trust you it’s just that he wants to avoid getting hurt if you were to leave him and knew about his most vulnerable moments.

p ⤖ patience (how easily angered is he?)

he has a lot of patience, as the leader of ateez he’s bound to make sure he’s not fuming every second of the day so he’s very patient with you and his members as well.

q ⤖ quizzes (how much would he remember about you; does he remember every little detail; or is he forgetful?)

he remembers everything, he’s the type of guy who knows everything about you; even the smallest of things.

r ⤖ remember (what is his favorite moment in the relationship?)

his favorite moments are the peaceful ones where you guys are just cuddled and having a deep conversation of just soaking in the vibe and energy with silence and comfortable-ness if that’s even a word, which i think it’s not ?

s ⤖ security (how protective is he; how does he protect you; how would he like to be protected?)

he’s very protective and always puts you first, but he doesn’t show it in a possessive way and just wants to keep you safe from the cruel world.

t ⤖ try (how much effort does he put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

he puts in a lot of emotion into planning dates and giving gifts. everything he does has meaning behind it, although there might not be a lot of effort he always puts his love in it.

y ⤖ ugly (what are some of his bad habits?)

sometimes he shuts you out and needs time to think things out, but he always comes back and apologizes for shutting you out and tells you that he will come to you next time

v ⤖ vanity (how concerned is he with his looks?)

he’s not really concerned with how he looks, but he does put a little bit of time into his hair

w ⤖ whole (would he feel incomplete without you?)

yes, 100% you’re his other half and would feel so empty if you weren’t there with him.

x ⤖ xtra (random headcanon for him)

sometimes he likes to surprise you with flowers or with an edible arrangement on random days, and he’s always the softest best straight out of a movie boyfriend.

y ⤖ yuck (what are some things he wouldn't like; in general or in a partner?)

he wouldn’t like a partner who didn’t understand him or respect him when he needs to step away for a few moments.

z ⤖ zzz (what are his sleeping habits?)

he tends to not really hold on, and he moves a lot while he sleeps. but he makes sure to give you space in bed so his shifting doesn’t bother you.

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Kim Hongjoong : You And Her (Part 2/2)

Pairing : Kim Hongjoong (Ateez) and named character (Lee Hana)

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Hana stared at hongjoong whose head was now rested against her chest, his upper body covered by the blanket and his arm wrapped around hana's waist. His face was still red, his eyes puffy from all the crying. And yet he looked so beautiful to hana, she wondered whether he thought the same about her now.

Hongjoong : hana?

Hana : yes sweetheart?

Hongjoong : I love you.

Hana looked at hongjoong as he snuggled closer to her, his arms around her tightening as he mumbled in a sleepy voice

Hongjoong : I love you so much, as much as the sky. And as much as I love our daughter, if not even more. You're the most beautiful person on Earth for me, you always will be.

And just like that hongjoong fell asleep, tears in hana's eyes as she leaned forward and kissed hongjoong's forehead before whispering

Hana : I love you too.

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Hongjoong woke up the next day, feeling numb and drained out. Last night's memories came crashing down on him as he recalled the way he had cried in hana's arms when it was his fault they fought in the first place, pathetic.

Hongjoong quickly got off the bed as he dressed up for work, hoping hana would be in hannie's nursery and wouldn't see him running out. But just as hongjoong walked down the stairs he saw hana playing around with hannie who seemed to be wide awake so early, small gurgles and giggles filling the living room. His two favorite girls, his entire world. And he couldn't even face them.

Hongjoong was about to sneak out when a voice interrupted him suddenly

Hana : you're awake so early?

Hongjoong pressed his lips together as he turned around to face hana, who picked up hannie before walking to him as she asked

Hana : don't you want breakfast?

Hongjoong : uh, no.

Hana : why? The maids have made good food-

Hongjoong : I'm not hungry, and I have work to do at the office. I'll…see you in the evening, bye.

Hongjoong quickly walked past hana and out the house as he shut the main door behind him, hana letting out a sigh as she booped hannie's nose before whispering

Hana : your father is just like you, so stubborn.

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Hongjoong was in between a serious meeting when his phone rang, making the presenter pause on her meeting as hongjoong excused himself before stepping out the room and taking up the call in hurry

Hongjoong : I'm in an important meeting right now-

Hana : this is more important. My parents are coming, within an hour. I need you here.

Hongjoong blinked his eyes, looking back at the meeting room as he realized everyone else was waiting for their director making hongjoong sigh as he said

Hongjoong : can they not come, like…maybe 3 hours later?

Hana : hongjoong, you know how my parents are.

Hongjoong let out a breath, opening the door to the meeting room as he said

Hongjoong : 30 minutes.

Hongjoong cut the call as he sat back down on the director's chair, motioning towards the presenter before saying

Hongjoong : cut to the important part, please.

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Hongjoong panted as he opened the main door hurriedly, pausing on his tracks as he saw sona and yejun already seated in the living room sofa, hana and hannie sitting opposite them. All of them were looking at him, hana having an angry expression on her face as hongjoong let out a breath, closing the door behind him as his mother-in-law said

Sona : back from the very important meeting, hongjoong-shi?

Hongjoong bowed at his in-laws before saying

Hongjoong : there was traffic, sorry mrs lee.

Sona : you do realize you hold that position of director only because you married my daughter, right? And you also realize you have this much power only because hana stepped down as CEO in order to look after hannie, right?

Hongjoong pressed his lips together, sona never forgot to mention that. How lowly ranked hongjoong was compared to her daughter, his wife.

Hana : eomma-

Hongjoong : yes, of course I do realize all that. This will not happen again, I am sorry.

Hana stared at hongjoong as he sat beside her, hannie making grabby hands at hongjoong as he smiled and brought his hands forward to hold her.

Yejun : don't touch her, you haven't washed your hands yet. She could contact diseases from you.

Hongjoong's smile dropped as he took his hands away, hannie having a confused expression on her face as hana said angrily

Hana : he is her father, appa, I'm sure he knows better than you.

Yejun : what did you just-

Hongjoong : no you're right, I was being careless. I'll make sure I wash my hands before touching her from now.

Hana let out a scoff as she looked away, hannie now playing with her hair instead as sona said

Sona : I see the child's gotten hana's features more, thank god for that. I even went to the temple to pray that she'd get the better genes, it has worked.

Hana : eomma!

Hongjoong smiled, not showing an ounce of any other expression on his face as he said

Hongjoong : I am glad hannie's gotten her mother's features and not mine as well. She is much more beautiful.

Hana looked at hongjoong with hurt eyes as he stood up and asked

Hongjoong : what would you like for dinner, then?

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"I still don't get how boss is dating…him? And she's even made him the director now, I can't believe I've to take orders from someone like him"

"I heard they're fighting? Finally, she'll prolly get a divorce from him soon. I'm sure she's had enough of pretending now that she has an heir"

"Apparently he caused the death of his parents. He caused some trouble at school and his parents were called to the principal's office for expulsion. His dad was really angry, drove the car too recklessly and got into an accident. Let's hope he leaves before he causes something like that to the boss as well"

After having heard all of this at office today whatever hana's parents were telling him seemed to make no difference to hongjoong anymore. He heard things like this everyday, hana just had no idea about it. Hongjoong thought it would be better if she had no idea about it too.

His in-laws had left an hour ago and hongjoong had told hana he would put hannie to sleep tonight. She was finally asleep and hongjoong was trying to find hana, finding her at the balcony a few minutes later.

Hongjoong : hana?

Hana turned around at that, hongjoong giving her a small smile as he stepped into the balcony before asking in a low voice

Hongjoong : is it not cold?

Hana : are you cold?

Hana knew hongjoong hated the cold, and she could see his cheeks already growing red from the winter cold. But hongjoong shook his head with a smile, walking towards the railing as he said

Hongjoong : I uh, I wanted to ask you something.

Hana : go ahead.

Hongjoong : do you mind coming back to office again, being the director? I'll stay at home and take care of hannie, no?

Hana frowned, hongjoong had never said things like this before. He loved working, it was one of the things hana loved about him, how passionate he was about their company.

Hana : did someone say something to you?

Hongjoong : no of course not! It's just…I think you would do the work much better.

Hana : hongjoong, the company's stocks have gone up by 10 percent within the last month of you taking complete control over it's proceedings. And you think I do it better?

Hongjoong looked away, clenching his hand against the railing as he whispered, his voice desperate

Hongjoong : I don't…I don't want to do this anymore, please hana.

Something had happened, hana was sure of it. She could sense the despair in his eyes, it was droopy and did not dare look at her. Hana held hongjoong's hand as he flinched back, making hana pause. He never flinched away from her.

Hana : hongjoong? Something's wrong. What is it? Is it what my parents said?

Hongjoong bit his lip, looking at hana as he tried his best not to cry before saying in an unsteady voice

Hongjoong : no, no that's not it. Hana, there is nothing wrong. I just want you to go back, you are the rightful director of that company, it is your company-

Hana : our company. All that is mine is yours as well, hongjoong. I said that 3 years ago, didn't I?

Hongjoong : you said that back when I was a good husband to you, not anymore, right?

Hana : hongjoong.

Hongjoong : I don't want to go there anymore, I'll look after hannie and run the coffee shop again, full-time. Can I not do that?

Hana : hongjoong you used to love working at the company. What's changed, hmm? Do you not like the assistant? Or the executives? I can change them-

Hongjoong : why not just change me instead? It's the easier way hana.

Hana : hongjoong I love you, you are my husband why would I change you?

Hongjoong : you do not love me anymore.

Hana scoffed, staring at hongjoong who was now playing with his hands, something he did when he was nervous or sad.

Hana : is that what you think?

Hongjoong : it's…I-I just-

Hana : if I didn't love you anymore wouldn't I have just left you, hongjoong? You know I am capable enough to do that, so then why would I stay here still?

Hongjoong : I don't know.

Hana could now see hongjoong's lips trembling, her eyes softening she stepped closer to hongjoong before whispering

Hana : hongjoong-ah, won't you tell me what's wrong? Please?

Hongjoong shook his head, his hand clenched against his own as hana slowly took them in hers before saying

Hana : hongjoong, I love you. I love you still, I always will. Why would you think there would be a day on this planet where I wouldn't love you.

Hongjoong finally lifted his head to look at hana, his cheeks now damp with tears as he said in a broken voice

Hongjoong : everyone hates me there, hana. Not just there but ev-everywhere. Your parents hate me, the workers at the company hates me. I just wanted everyone to at least like me in the beginning, I wanted to know how it would feel like to have parents, even if they weren't my own blood. But I didn't get any of that. And even through all of that I lived because I thought I would have you, at least. I thought I'd get to be with you at the end of the day, in your arms. You would believe in me, you would love me, that was enough. But now…now I've lost that too, I've lost you too-

Hana cut hongjoong off as she engulfed him in a hug, hongjoong's face scrunching up as he whispered

Hongjoong : what if this is a dream too? What if-

Hongjoong cut himself off as hana pulled back, quickly shutting him up with a kiss as a lone tear fell past hongjoong's eyes. She pulled back a few seconds later, holding hongjoong's cheek as she said

Hana : this isn't a dream, and you haven't lost me hongjoong. Every couple on Earth has fights, everyone. That doesn't mean we just break it all off and go, okay? I still love you, even if the entire world doesn't I still love you.

Hongjoong : you shouldn't. I have failed you, hana, as a husband. I've been too busy being a father I forgot to take care of the woman that gave me the title of being a father in the first place. I just…I didn't mean anything I said. I think you're the most hard-working woman I've met, someone who's never let anything come between what you do best. Someone who's only ever protected her family. You're too good at this that sometimes…I sometimes think maybe you're too-too good for me.

Hana : don't say that.

Hongjoong : you've told me countless times that you loved me and I still can't get myself to understand why you could love someone like me. And now I've proven you right by being a bastard.

Hana : hongjoong, shut up. That is not true, I loved you because you were you, I married you because I wanted you to be the only person I loved, and I had a child with you because I want my daughter to have the best father in the world. You haven't failed anyone, not yet.

Hongjoong looked at hana, tears in his eyes as she smiled and wiped it away before whispering

Hana : we can try again, fresh and new. If the coffee shop is where you want to work now, then so be it. I will take care of those workers in the company. And if you want to go back to the company, then we can do that too. Whatever you want, I'll make that happen for you, hmm?

Hongjoong : what about you?

Hana : as long as I have you and hannie, my life is already complete.

Hongjoong sniffled, wrapping his arms around hana's waist as he pulled her close before whispering

Hongjoong : my life has been complete since the moment I saw you, lee hana.

Hana chuckled, kissing hongjoong's neck as she said

Hana : well, that too.

Hongjoong : I'm sorry for everything I said, hana, I really mean it.

Hana : I know love, it's okay.

Hongjoong breathed deeply, closing his eyes as he felt his wife's warmth around him once again. He had missed this, and now he was going to do anything to make sure she got everything in the world. Hana had taken care of him long enough, he couldn't be weak anymore.

Hana : uh by the way, joong, do you perhaps know the names of those workers who uttered a word against you?

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[essenteez]

𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 choi san 18+

"if i'm the bad wolf, you have to the moon. cause no one makes me howl the way your body does."

"The release came too fast, too powerful. The pleasure seemed to be ruining. It made you subconsciously try to push him away, to slow his actions down but no use. He was unmoved. And at that moment, you realized the meaning behind his name “mountain”. It wasn't just a name. It was a warning."

☾ synopsis : ever since your boyfriend has gotten his new tattoo - beautiful moon phases climbing up his spine - you always fail to keep your composure when looking at it. it draws you to touch it, drag your fingers, nails, tongue... however, the worst mistake you made was letting san see your poor self-control. now, he makes sure to always use his new card in this game of "who gives up first."

☾ pairing : san x f!reader

☾ genre : smut, one-shot

☾ warnings : explicit language, teasing, ass slapping, unprotected sex, thigh riding, fingering, commands, dick riding, big size, f! struggles to take it, mirror sex, back scratches, missionary, rough sex, penetration, breeding.

☾ words : 4k

NOTE : When I saw his back and the tattoo during mama performance, trust me, the sounds I made were inhuman. I will never recover from this. The power he bias wrecked me that moment should be studied :,) this piece is my ode to this tattoo

You failed yet again.

The temptation painted your sight in red while your willpower was at its lowest. In crushing defeat; saying goodnight to your dignity, you reached out your hand and dragged your finger down your boyfriend's naked spine.

You gulped quietly at San’s defined back muscles, now tensing under the touch of your sharp acrylic nail.

You began tracking the lines of his new tattoo. The moon cycle. Nine separate arts spread from his neck down to his slim waist. The work was beautifully done, impressive, and constantly begging you to touch it.

“You're really a fan of my latest whim.” He purred leisurely, stretching like a cat on the bed.

“Whim?” You chuckled. “You planned this tattoo for months.”

San looked so relaxed, laying on his belly as if he was waiting for a massage service. But you had a better idea.

The book you initially wanted to read was finally tossed aside. Positive reviews really made you curious. The plan for this evening was to indulge in the literature and find out if the recommendations were not bullshit.

But then your boyfriend decided to visit you in the late hours just to take off his shirt and spread his whole body on your bed. Apparently, he was tired after dance practice, so he quickly took a shower and went straight to your apartment.

Yeah, right. You had known him for years, and you knew how tired San looked like. The San that was now laying beside you had a lot of energy to spend. And there was no dance practice on Fridays.

“Not true! At first, it was supposed to be drawn only for the awards, you know, part of the lore? But I really liked how it looked. And the decision to make it real was sudden!"

“Fine.” You smiled at his cute indignation. “I'm happy that it's real, actually.”

“Why is that?”

His head rested on his hands, facing away from the spot where you sat. You used that opportunity of being out of his sight and of his guard being down.

The wickest giggle escaped your chords, “Cause now I can do this.”

You leaned over his lower back, right beyond the first tattoo of waning crescent moon. He twitched at the touch of your tongue, shamelessly climbing up his bare spine.

“Fuuuck, baby.” He whined somewhat relieved, as if he waited for that exact move of yours.

Not caring that you probably danced to his tune, you were now making your way back down with slow and juicy kisses. San’s whole body began waving at the tingling sensation. His body temperature rose rapidly. You could feel it through the thin skin of your lips.

Every single tattoo had its lines carefully traced with your tongue and then adorned with an invisible mark of your mouth. San was yours, all yours to enjoy.

Your boyfriend loved it with every fiber of his body. You could tell by the way he subconsciously hummed the melody of pure bliss. You could see it by how his sun kissed skin covered with goosebumps and how his body rose and fell from deeper and faster breathing.

You repeated the route a few times before reaching for his neck to bury your face in it. Inhaling his intoxicating smell; a mixture of soap, shampoo, and pheromones, you caused your own mind to spin.

Touching, kissing, and smelling that man was enough to make the muscles around your entrance grow tighter. You felt yourself getting incredibly wet.

“Baby…” He gasped when your teeth softly grabbed his earlobe.

His desperate pleas made you inhale sharply. You would have given him the heads of his enemies just to hear him whimper like that again.

“Hmm?”

“Promise you won't leave me grinding my dick onto your sheets like that.” Oh, his needy whines were truly to die for.

Your eyes wandered down his glistening spine right onto his shaply bottom. Slight circling movements of his hips made the cockiest smile crawl onto your mouth.

“So impatient.” You hummed.

His plump asscheeks had your head in the whirl. You needed that ass moving like that between your legs. Your cunt cried sweet tears when your head filled with the vision of San using his trained pelvis to thrust his way inside you.

You groaned in his ear, pleased at the sound that his sin worthy cheek made at the abrupt contact with your hand.

“You little shhhhit.” He hissed in full arousal at the sudden surprise and now the prickling skin.

“Oh apologies, my moon prince.” You pouted with fake guilt. To ease his abused ass, you grabbed a handful of his flesh and gave it a proper massage.

Using this opportunity, you pushed him more and more against the mattress, and you went back to teasing his neck, ear, and temple.

“Moon prin…ah fuuck.” He had no chance to ask you to elaborate on his new nickname. The new, deepened friction between his hardening cock and your satin sheets sent electric waves up his body. It reached all his nerves, which woke up just to act stupid from all the delightful stimulations.

San shifted his head to your side. The pillow traces on his cheek made you want to kiss it. But you focused on his hazy eyes and parted lips, drying up from needness.

“You're cruel, you know?” He whispered.

You laid down next to him, face to face. Obsessed, your hand never let go of his ass, groping and squeezing the plum. You stopped pushing his pelvis down. However, San kept grinding, now deeper and more aggressive.

“Look who's talking.” You teasingly licked his lips. “I had plans for this evening but you stormed into my room, exposing your beautiful chest, broad shoulders and slutty waist while wearing these black thin shorts.”

His smirk said it all.

“You're well aware that the outlines of your thighs are enough to make me drip, yet here you are.” You scoffed in frustration. ”And now that damn tattoo…”

San shifted to lay on the side, chest against chest with you. You were pulled closer to him by having your waist embraced by his strong arm, the other slid under your head to stop you from leaving.

You had no chance to react when your night dress got pulled up your hips. In a brutal way, your thong got ripped off you. There was not a chance to say anything since he immediately pushed his knee between your rubbing thighs.

“You're right.” He chuckled, feeding on your loud gasps. “I just love to see you struggle to contain yourself around me.”

San didn't have to do anything to have you grind on his thigh. You craved his touch, from the softest to cruelest, all over and inside your body

“San, ah.” You whimpered into his lips as you felt him purposely tensing up his muscles underneath you. The enhanced lines rubbed against you, making every cell in your body vibrate.

You put your hands flat on his chest. His heart beat so fast, chasing the pace of your pulse resonating in your head. No language could ever explain how much you needed him. Only your eyes could show him. Only your heat, wetness could make him feel it, and you were absolutely soaked, so much you heard squelched noises getting louder with every grind. Your shame was gone. All that mattered was a release granted to you by this beautiful man.

Your lips were brushing, noses rubbing, you breathed each other's air. The teasing, who gives up first and kisses the other, built up the tension to the point it was palpable. But the need to indulge in your taste made San lose the duel.

At first, he gently bit on your lower lip as if it was a fruit, and he wanted to see if it was ripe enough to be fully devoured.

“Pure sweetness.” He murmured with a low tone.

The moment your lips interlocked, San became braver with his actions. He stroked his hardness against your soft womb but it was your taste, scent, your closeness, the way your eyes shone and your pussy called for him that brought him to the edge of losing control. He swallowed your moans and let go only when you couldn't catch a breath from the crushing bliss.

“You're so loveable, (y/n).” He spoke as much as his own problems with breathing allowed him to. He was so hard it almost hurt, and you were so… “So touchable, irresistible. And so damn fuckable.”

“San-” You were close. His arm around your waist tightened, resulting in him fully controlling the speed of your movements.

“You'll be a good girl for me, won't you?” He growled into your lips. “I also planned this evening, you know. To pump you full, to the brim. To sit you down on my cock and watch you struggle to take it. I need that tattoo scratched with your nails. You hear me?”

The ecstasy chased you, but it was his words that tipped the scale. The fog covered your sight, and the sensation made your head fall back.

“Let's prepare you for the ride, shall we?”

San made a space between your drained folds and his wet, sticky thigh, and he slid his hand. His two digits found your entrance without a problem. Feeling them entering you, switching from stimulating your clit to pushing your sweet spot, you were done.

“Oh fuck, fuck yes.” You cried, banging at his broad chest.

San lips attached to your exposed neck, sucking, nibbling on the sensitive skin. That did not disturb him to finger you as his life depended on it.

The release came too fast, too powerful. The pleasure seemed to be ruining. It made you subconsciously try to push him away, to slow his actions down but no use. He was unmoved. And at that moment, you realized the meaning behind his name “mountain”. It wasn't just a name. It was a warning.

And you moaned that name, whined it while tossing and turning in the arms of its owner.

“Hmmm yeeees. Cum for me… cum cum cum cum.” He led you right into the void of madness.

Waves of pure bliss hit you one after another. He pushed you slightly onto your back and hovered above you. His fingers kept reentering your walls ruthlessly. The pace fastened. San needed to fuck the last ounce of orgasm out of you. He had to see you desperate for more. And you gave that to him, you gave it all.

When your trembling began to fade, he finally withdrew his long fingers. They left your slit with a pop sound as your walls did not want to let them go.

“Mmmm, so satisfying.” He cooed with a smug look on his face.

You were soaked, dripping down on your freshly changed sheets. Only San could bring you to the state like that. Only he was able to work you out.

And he knew it too well. That was why he savored your taste on his tongue each time, collecting your essence from his digits as a reward. This was his ritual with you, and he felt like pulling the knife at any man who would try to take his place.

It was a little embarrassing to cum this hard from a foreplay. He could see it in your face. Oh, he would enjoy holding it against you later, then having you challenge him just so he could prove you the point yet again. Perhaps you wouldn't be this defeated with another man. And that thought alone stroked his ego in all the right directions. The cruel prince had awakened.

While he let you catch a breath, he sat down and took care of his shorts all wet from you and his own precum. They landed next to the shreds that once was a thong.

Nonchalantly, San went back to tower over your recovering body.

“Such a good, good girl you are, (y/n). You make me want to brag about you everywhere I go.” He focused on your lips. “And I think I will. You deserve a big kiss, baby.”

You quietly sobbed at another touch of his lips on yours. San grabbed your jaw to keep you in place so he can fully immerse in you. You grabbed onto him. Arms around his shoulders, legs embracing his waist.

“More.” You whispered weakly, breaking the kiss. “Please.”

With a merciful smirk, San embraced and secured your back. He had no trouble picking you up and sitting down with you in his arms.

“It's your call, baby.” He gently kissed your neck. “I'm all yours.”

It was your turn to move.

His cock deliciously throbbed between your legs, hard and swollen, tip tinted purple. San was more than ready. His eyes demanded you ride him until you were both sweaty messes. He clearly told you what he planned for tonight.

You gave him a few slow strokes and massaged his peak, which he awarded you for with impatient curses. Depending on the position, his length as well as width could be too much for you sometimes.

But you, adjusting to his size, was what he lived for. The tight embrace of your wall required a lot of self-control to not combust immediately. You were a challenge he would never fail to accept.

You raised your hips, teasingly sliding his tip up and down your slit. You trembled anytime it brushed your entrance.

“I know you can take it.” He encouraged you with this annoying amusement in his voice. Oh, how weak you were for this arrogant man.

Placing his hands on your thighs, he gently caressed them, drawing soothing circles with his thumbs. San began to watch the show as you welcomed him inside.

“Of fuck.” You hissed at the stretch. Supporting yourself on his shoulders didn't help. You sucked him in on your own.

The air abruptly left his lungs as your pussy graced his manhood with the first silkiest hug tonight. He wanted to act tough, intimidating with his cocky smile, but you felt like heaven.

San fought hard. You whetted his big appetite. He wished he had taken the matters in his hands, but he couldn't just pin it to you. Also, where was the fun in that? He preferred to watch you cry and struggle as he sunk deeper inside your warmth, inch by inch, without mercy.

“Shit, you're sooo tight.” He gasped out at how you began working on suck him dry.

Possessed with pleasure, San waited until you got more comfortable with his size. And the moment he felt you loosened and the relief ghosted your face, he knew he could push into you fully.

You shook on your whole body when he moved his hips up and finally reached his goal.

“Ruude.” You whimpered, feeling absolutely intoxicated all stuffed like that.

While you tried to gather your thoughts, San released your breasts from the night dress and buried his face in their plush. He inhaled the pure scent of your bare skin. You smelled sweet and spicy, exactly like your personality.

“You know me. I like being rude.” He smirked. “And I know you. You like it too.”

He was right. The struggle was real, but even that provided you with indescribable bliss. And now, when you engulfed him fully, the satisfaction was out the roof.

San firmly put his hands on your hips and moved them without a word of warning.

Waves of delight washed upon you when his tip swept over your sweet spot, “Waaait, I- ne-ed to aah!”

But he didn't listen. He couldn't stop, not with you taking him so well, not when you were dripping all over his thighs.

Under his control, you felt him reach new depths with every grind. Setting the pace, he didn't need to lead you anymore. The fullness you felt was driving you crazy. You put your head on his shoulder, hands on his back, and you rode him, deep and starving.

“If I'm your moon prince. Then what does that make you? My moon?” He asked out of nowhere as if he wasn’t just penetrating the deepest corners of your womanhood and making you lose your senses.

You couldn't answer. You could not form a single word.

“Hmm?” He was stubborn, despite swallowing his own moans. “Are you my moon?”

You mumbled something. The force his dick rubbed on your sweet spot took away your ability to think, let alone speak. You felt every beat in his veins. But San needed you to play along.

A juicy smack landed on your ass, “Are you?”

You mustered a little will to answer his demands, “Ye-es.”

He kissed your collar bone gently, which clashed with the treatment you received somewhere else.

“Then let me howl at you the whole night.”

With these words, his arms embraced your waist and shifted your whole weight onto himself. You were lifted up a little bit, enough so he had space to pound on you as freely as he could.

San began claiming you, rough and madly. His hips moved underneath you while his eyes studied every emotion on your face.

“Look at yourself.” He breathed out. “Look how cute you are, melting around my dick like that.”

Ah, yes. The mirror in front of your bed.

San never failed to remind you about it when you were getting intimate. He never failed to use it as a tool.

You didn't hang it there to watch yourself getting demolished. There was really no other place in your room to put this big mirror you bought on a very beneficial sale. But ever since you brought San in your apartment, the reflection stopped being associated with only checking your appearance.

You raised your half shut eyes at your face. You stared at how pathetic you were and how much you didn't care about it. You watched your features contorted in delight when San reached deeper and now was hitting your cervix unforgivably. You heard your own cries from the power, tears rolling down your cheeks. It felt so good, unearthly good.

The moment the frequency of your walls’ spasm grew, he sat you down on his cock again, burying his whole face in your neck. Now both your bodies rocked back and forth.

“It's too much.” You pinned your nails into his back and dragged them against his skin.

San cursed between hisses, making you look at the marks you just made. There was no blood, but the lines were getting bright red.

The was something about the way his wide back muscles moved while holding you tight, fucking you mindlessly. You focused on the tattoo that started it all. It worked on you like a flame on a moth. Every little thing pushed you closer and closer to the point of breaking. The way his body felt under your touch, how it moved with one goal - to have you scream.

He smelled like a late summer day, despite the outside weather being cold. The sweet sound he moaned into your ear made your whole existence buzz.

“I can't hold it anymore.” You informed him breathlessly. “I'm about to cum. But I can't…I can't…”

That position, despite allowing him to penetrate you the deepest, tended to exhaust you. San could tell it, by the way your movements slowed down compared to your need for release. Gladly, he had more strength than enough to take care of you.

He, himself, needed you to sob his name as he took you like an animal. San had nothing against slow, passionate sex but with you, it was simply impossible. You occupied his mind every second of the day. There were many nights he spent alone due to tours and busy schedules, sleepless nights, spent on quietly moaning out your name as his drenched cock throbbed in his hand. So when he finally had you in his arms, he let all the hunger out. San couldn't get enough of you. Calling it addiction would've been an understatement. You were his object of worship.

With the sudden overflow of motivation, he effortlessly changed your position that would allow him to give his goddess the finish she deserved. Your weakening body was laid down on its back. His pride did not slide out of you, even for a moment.

“Baby...” You called for him, but all you received was a glance, a momentary view of his eyes that were like the ones of a wild wolf.

San pulled your hips up to fuck you in the most suitable angle. His firm grasp kept you in place. The next goal was to set the pace that was going to have you cumming in seconds.

His elastic pelvis graced you with powerful yet skillful thrusts. His tip attacked your sensitive center, not letting it rest. You got even wetter, slicker to the point he didn't feel when he was going in and out of you.

“San, I'm…” You gasped, not able to make a sound. The control over your body belonged to San.

You broke beneath him.

The extreme heat accumulated in your abdomen exploded, flooding you from head to toes. Your sight blurred, heart pounded in your chest. The loud cries from the indescribable pleasure overcame any other sound in the room. There was no way to stop the severe trembling. It was too much. He was too much for your fragile, sensitive body to handle all this differently. You shattered into small pieces around him. And you would do it again and again.

San leaned above you with his hands on both sides of your head. You saw the sweat dripping down his neck and chest, and it drove you insane.

“My balls prepared a nice load for my moon.” He grunted with trouble. “And you will take it all. Every drop.”

His command, like a charm, had your cramping walls grab onto the base of his cock, their fast pulse forcely ripped the orgasm out of him.

“Ah fuck, fuck, fuck fuck!” He whined, shooting his rich load inside you. You accepted his throbs and spasms like a reward, with pure bliss.

San took his time, sliding in and out, painting your walls in white with his essence. Loud curses and moans leaving his throat were a reminder that you absolutely belonged to him.

“Fuck baby, the way you tighten around me when you cum...” He groaned, melting over the satisfying sensation. “Paradise.”

You embraced him with so much appreciation and love when he laid on you, forbidding him from exiting you.

He looked at your closed eyes and their teary corners. He studied your parted lips that he wanted to kiss constantly. You were so perfect, all wasted like that.

To calm you both down, he leaned to the side and began caressing your neck with lazy smooches. Your quiet, adorable little moans in response to his affection made the blood rush in his veins again.

“More.” He whispered desperately in your ear. “I need…more.”

He paid closer attention to your bare breasts. They called for him, bouncing slightly as he began to move his hips in circles. Your erected buds hardened, caught in his skillful lips. Body decided for you. It yearned for him once more.

“Baby…” You entangled your fingers in his black hair, feeling him slowly thickening inside you.

“There is still so much I wanna do to you. I'm so horny for you, baby.” His raspy, sultry tone was enough to make your pussy flutter. And he felt that with every ounce of his being. There was no better feeling than your desire for him.

The art on his back crossed your spinning mind. You found the culprit of this insatiability.

“Damn you, tattoo.” You giggled. “I really wanted to read that book tonight.”

He lined up his face with yours and gave you that well-known, disarming smile with dimples that had you and all his fans go weak in the knees.

Little did you know, the tattoo you were now cursing wasn't his "latest whim". The moment he saw your eyes shine at the drawn one, he immediately decided to have it forever engraved on his skin. Now San had his own little trick to keep your full attention on no one else but him.

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