#hongjoong hard hours

[byuntrash101]

sharing is caring?

hongjoong x f!reader x mingi smut | mdni 5.2k of course hongjoong cares about his friends but when mingi gets too close to his girl it’s time to remind him sharing is not always caring. nsfw tags under the cut

dom possessive bf!joong, sub simp!mingi, exhibitionism, voyeurism, joong has a point to prove, fingering (f), oral (f), squirting, multiple orgasms (f), a dash of spit kink, unprotected sex (don't), nipple play, praising (f), hair pulling (m), slight degradation (mingi is called desperate and a dog), masturbation (m), dry humping, some mxm but not really (just trust me), leg humping, slight edging, cumming untouched, cum play, cum eating

a/n: idk what happened. i was horny okay? (what's new ?lol) and im not even sorry for the absolute filth that follows.

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Hongjoong, Mingi and yourself have been in the studio for hours now, it was well past into the night but neither of you were complaining. You were way too focussed on producing this song to even feel the effect of fatigue tensing the muscles of your neck and laying heavy on your eyes. 

You were all too focussed. Well, you were definitely the one that was the most focused right now. Because as you bent over the mixing board to point out on the screen the section that seemed to require more work, you accidentally found yourself crowding Mingi’s personal space. Of course, you made nothing of it. Mingi was your friend, you’ve been physically close to him dozens of times, it didn’t mean anything in particular. But Mingi has had different feelings about you for a while. Maybe even ever since you started dating Hongjoong and right now the only thing he could see was that the loose fitted tank top you were wearing hung slightly around your chest which resulted in your breasts being on display, in close proximity and right at his eye level. 

Subconsciously his eyes were attracted to the exposed skin and he had to bite his bottom lip to repress a small gasp of surprise. He innocently pulled back on the beanie that was falling low on his forehead and his eyes just to be able to look a little better. He didn’t even need to turn his head, only look slightly to the side and he could see everything: the black lace bra you were wearing, the crease between your breasts. He could smell your delicate perfume. Hell, you were so close he could even feel your body warmth radiating on his face. Or maybe the warmth he felt was actually from his own boiling blood rushing to his face… and to his groin. 

Hongjoong that was slightly leaning on his office chair saw the whole scene unfold as he peered at the both of you through his large silver framed glasses. Inexplicable anger started to seep into his blood when he saw his friend eyeing you in that way. Hongjoong knew you were beautiful, there was no possible way not to look at you. But he still didn’t like it. He didn’t like it one bit. 

“Don’t you think so?” you added when neither of the men you were directly addressing responded. 

Mingi only shifted uncomfortably when you stood back straight, oddly averting your eyes and Hongjoong only nodded absentmindedly. You figured they were just too tired to continue and as you were opening your mouth to suggest you should go to sleep and continue later, Hongjoong spoke up.

“Why don’t you go in the recording booth to sample some of the voice lines and we can all decide which one sounds better?” He suggested and you lit up.

“Great idea” you said, grabbing the music sheets and disappearing behind the door of the soundproof recording booth to reappear through the small window. You slipped on the headset, adjusted the mic stand and spread out the music sheets while Mingi and Hongjoong looked at you silently. You gave two thumbs up when you were ready. 

“Okay great” Your boyfriend’s voice resonated in the headset. “Let’s start with the first one” you nodded and soon after heard the music cue.

Both of the men in the small space right next door were strangely quiet. Mingi couldn’t stop shifting on his chair as he tried to find a position that would conceal his hard on. Trying to concentrate on your voice coming through the speakers and not the way you smelled or the slutty lingerie your were wearing under such unsuspecting clothes or your beautiful and perfect fucking tits shoved right into his face, both his hands laying over them and palming them as he buried his face between. Fuck he was getting harder.

“What do you think?” Hongjoong asked him as you were still singing through the speakers. 

Right there Mingi realized he hadn’t been paying any attention to what was going on around him. His mind was poisoned by the images he was so vividly picturing: you slipping off the flimsy tank top and taking his hands to lay over the bra, asking him to play with your tits, begging him to take off the lace that was keeping you from feeling his hands on your nude skin. Or you spread out onto the mixing table with Mingi’s face buried between your thighs, getting to finally taste you and hear you as he made you feel good, feeling your pussy throb under his tongue smearing your wetness all over his face. That was what Mingi was paying attention to, not the song. Definitely not the song.

But he needed to find something to say before he looked suspicious so he went another route. A route that wasn’t directly about the song but still close enough to pass.

“I think she’s a good addition to the team. Look at how far we’ve come with this song already? Of course we still have to run it by Eden but I mean it’s pretty much done.” 

“No” Hongjoong started, already his tone was a lot less neutral, tipping towards the cold end of the spectrum. And Mingi bit his lip thinking his friend was going to ask him to be more specific about the voice samples he wasn’t listening to but how wrong he was...

“I mean physically what do you think?” Hongjoong’s tone was now as glacial as could be as he did his best to dissimulate the burning rage that was hiding behind the biting cold tone.

The words didn’t make any sense in Mingi’s mind. So he turned to his friend trying to find on his face a hint that could help him make the sentence he just heard make sense. But he only found Hongjoong looking right at him, dead serious, an unfamiliar darkness about his aura.

“What?” he asked, dumbfounded and utterly confused.

“You wanna fuck my girlfriend?"

This time around Mingi heard correctly, that he was sure of. But he was still just as confused about the whole ordeal. “What the fuck are you on ab-”

“I saw you practically drooling all over her tits earlier” Hongjoong interrupted him, piercing eyes peering at his friend over his rectangular glasses. Now Mingi was shifting in his seat again. 

Fuck… he saw that.

Mingi started to stammer to whip up a reasonable excuse but his pressured mind couldn’t come up with anything worthwhile. Of course! Because there was no reasonable excuse. Truth was he gave in to his primal instinct and couldn’t look away. 

But very fortunately for him that’s when you emerged from the recording booth.

“So what are we thinking? Clearly my delivery wasn’t the best for the second option but cut me some slack and just imagine Jongho, okay?” you said, your exhaustion seeping through your words in the form of exasperation, completely oblivious of the heavy air that was stretching between the two friends.

Mingi jumped on the occasion to escape the humid tension that was raising the hairs on his nape. 

“I need to make a call” he abruptly said as he stood up and hurriedly left the studio. You sighed slowly coming to term with the idea that sadly, you won’t be able to finish the song tonight.

“What’s his deal?” 

***

Mingi didn’t need long. He just needed a couple of minutes to gather his thoughts, that's all. He thought as he rushed to the bathroom and locked the door right behind him, even though you three were the only ones left here.

“What the fuck were you thinking” he whispered to his reflexion pointing an accusing finger at the mirror above the sink. "Of course he noticed!" He slipped his white beanie off and settled it on the edge of the sink. He splashed his face a couple times with water in an attempt to clear his mind. But even the cold water wasn't enough to soothe the aching hard on that was currently pressing tight onto the cold ceramic of the bathroom sink. 

Mingi looked at himself for a second, pondering.

"Fuck it!" He concluded before shoving his hand down his loose-fitting sweats and pulling his rock hard cock out.

"I just need to cum real quick" he said to himself in an almost apologetic tone. Almost bargaining with himself.

He spat in his open palm and dragged the warm liquid to his cockhead with a lowly sigh of relief that made his Adam's apple vibrate in his throat.

"God- fuck-" he breathed out. Mingi didn't even need to focus on anything in particular to get himself there. He just closed his eyes and images of you came running forth.

He saw himself ripping your tank top and bra off in one movement freeing your beautiful tits and groping them right in front of his friend. He saw you sinking to your knees pulling his sweatpants down and taking him into your mouth. Your lips perfectly stretching around his large cock. 

He spat in his hand again picturing the wetness and tightness of your throat instead of his balled fist. Loud and lewd noises erupted from the act, squelching wet sounds coupled with heavy sighs and strangled moans he struggled to keep behind his teeth.

"F-fuckkk" he whined a little more high pitched than anticipated. He picked up the pace, pressing his thumb on his tip to squeeze the precum out as he felt himself twitch.

If Hongjoong only knew how right he was. Mingi did want to fuck his girlfriend. He wanted to fuck you so bad.  How he would have loved to stuff you full of his cock right then and there. Bending you over the armchair and snaking his big hand into your hair making you look up at your boyfriend while he just watched helplessly as Mingi claimed you, pounding into you mercilessly, splitting you open on his cock, your pretty face contorted into blissful agony because of him. For him. Only him.

He let your name roll off his hot tongue a hundred times in muffled and secret pants and moans until the pleasure was unbearable, uncontainable and spilled over the edge of Mingi’s sinful mind. And he was spraying his warm cum all over his fist and the bathroom sink in a last broken complaint of your name, his other hand tightly gripping the edge of the sink as if his large and ample thighs were going to give out.

He looked at his mess in the sink and took a couple of deep breaths. That should be enough to get his mind out of the gutter… Right?

***

“What’s his deal?” you said nodding to the door. Your boyfriend only shrugged nonchalantly while you settled the music sheets on the mixing board, shoulders flat and defeated. 

“You look tired baby” Hongjoong added with a warm smile ignoring your question about Mingi. He didn't want to talk about him right now. “Cm’here” he said patting his lap invitingly. You accepted the offer and settled yourself comfortably in Hongjoong’s lap, letting your back rest against his chest. He took advantage of the position to sneak in kisses to the base of your nape and nuzzling his nose in your neck. And before you knew it his hands had snaked around your waist and lightly stroked your inner thighs. The light touches lifted goosebumps on your bare skin, thanks to the skirt you chose to wear today.

Soon enough you had completely fallen into your boyfriend’s embrace. You were so relaxed now that you forgot about everything else and you didn’t even realize how his legs came over yours to spread them nice and wide. But you did feel when his sneaky hands slipped under your skirt and stroked the thin fabric of your black lace underwear. You jolted but Hongjoong’s legs around yours kept you in position.

“Joongie” you started to whine when he applied more pressure to your sensitive area.

“Shhh” he soothed you with more kisses. “Let me help you unwind” he said softly in your ear.

“But what if Mingi comes back?”

Hongjoong didn’t answer that, only smirking against your nape and sliding your underwear to the side. That’s enough of an answer for you, and even more so when Hongjoong dipped his finger to your entrance while his other hand sneaked under your loose tank top and under your bra to cup your breast. You could only let a moan slither through your teeth when Hongjoong gathered your wetness in slow circles over your opening to drag it back to your clit.

“I barely even touched you and you’re already this wet?” Hongjoong noticed as you complained with another little whine. “My naughty girl~”he sang. “I bet that’s exactly what you were waiting for, huh? My hands all over your pretty little pussy.”

He started to draw circles on the erect nub inevitably making your little cunt create a big mess under your skirt. As he picked up the pace he started to pull a little harder at your nipple making you moan just a little louder than you anticipated, making you clap your hand over your traitorous mouth.

“Be careful baby. We want to be able to hear when Mingi comes back” you felt heat rush to your neck at the idea of getting caught in this position. That’s when Hongjoong pushed his index and middle finger past your entrance. You moaned again against your fingers, eyebrows digging a crease in your forehead as you tried to remain as silent as possible. Maybe you could muffle your voice but the same thing couldn’t be said about the squelching noises your boyfriend was dragging out of your sopping wet cunt. Long strings of arousal linking his fingers and your heat every time he pulled out to play with your painfully sensitive clit.

Your high was nearing and as the pleasure rose you slowly forgot about your whereabouts so when you heard footsteps coming your way from the hall you stiffened in your boyfriend’s lap. Instinctively trying to close your legs. But Hongjoong’s strong thighs kept you exactly like you were.

“J-Joongie…hmph…M-Min-gi” you struggled to say as Hongjoong kept on teasing your clit and nipple. 

Your eyes darted over to the door when you heard the recognizable clatter of the handle, your heartbeat started to raise and you struggled to close your legs.

“Stay put baby.” Hongjoong breathed against the shell of your ear. Which made you stop. “I want you stay exactly like this”

You can’t describe the overwhelming shame that took over you when you saw the door being pushed open and you were met with Mingi. 

It only took mere milliseconds for Mingi’s eyes to dart from your flushed face and half lidded eyes to the suspicious movements under your skirt and to Hongjoong’s smug little smile. 

Mingi’s cheeks instantly became scarlet red as he turned his head around to look away. But even if he couldn't see anymore he could still hear the sound of your cunt being stretched open by Hongjoong’s fingers as well as your soft muffled moans. And even though he just jacked off in the bathroom he still felt his pants becoming tighter once again.

“You can look” Hongjoong started. “I’ll allow it. So you can see she only belongs to me” 

Mingi barely wrapped his mind around the words but nonetheless he slowly looked in your direction again. Instantly he felt blood rush to his lower half again, reaching full hardness in a matter of seconds but how could he not? When you sounded and looked so divine and adorable at the same time. Even behind your hands clamped over half your face, muffling your sounds and wet eyes looking back at him occasionally fluttering close and open when he guessed Hongjoong was expertly teasing you. How could he not when he saw your skirt being lifted up and being let down at such a rapid pace accompanied with those wet and lewd sounds that were erupting from between your legs. The sinful acts only concealed by the damn piece of fabric.

It took Mingi everything he had to not just whip his cock out right then and there and stroke himself again. Instead his stupidly hard cock laid uselessly in his pants leaking precum in his underwear.

“I bet you want to see what’s going on under there, huh?” Hongjoong taunted, as Mingi stared obtusely between your thighs, with his mouth agape and his cock poking through his sweatpants.

Mingi already came this far and maybe lust was clouding his judgment and desire was getting the best of him but he nodded slowly peeling his eyes off the cursed skirt to look at his friend’s devious little smirk playing on his lips. 

“I’ll let you if you get on your knees and-”

In a split second Mingi found himself kneeling in front of the both of you, interrupting Hongjoong.

“You’re really that much of a simp for my girlfriend? Have some dignity, bro” Your boyfriend spat. But Mingi barely registered the insult he was entranced by the way your skirt was lifting and falling. He'll have time to mourn his lost dignity tomorrow. Tonight he did not intend on letting his chance slip away.

“Come closer” Hongjoong commanded and Mingi crawled to you until his face was way too close for comfort. At this close distance Mingi heard the sounds of your wet cunt being abused as clear as day as loud as bells. He even wished he could record them to play them forever but if he wants to relive this moment he will only be able to count on his memory, maybe that was why he was so attentive. He wanted to remember every detail. He took a deep breath inhaling your scent that was now floating to his nose. You smelled divine, the right amount of sweet and sinful. The perfect cocktail. Strong but oh so feminine. A fragrance that went straight to his head to burn his last two functioning brain cells. 

“Now promise after tonight you won’t ever look at my girl ever again” Mingi didn’t need to hear it twice. He immediately followed with the request.

“I promise I won’t look at y/n ever again” Mingi hurriedly said, almost choking on his saliva. Truth be told, in this instant he would have agreed to virtually anything, he would have eaten the off white beanie right then and there if he was asked to. He’ll think about the consequences tomorrow.

“Okay baby, lift up your skirt” Hongjoong said his tone changing radically, as stern as he was when addressing Mingi he was now soft and gentle with you.

“But Joongie” you whined right before a moan beat to the punch another complaint as your boyfriend slipped his fingers out of your heat to circle your clit once more.

“Come on baby, be a good girl and do as you’re told” he said before shoving his fingers back in earning another muffled moan. “Show your pretty little pussy to our guest.”

Slowly but surely your hands left your face to wrap your fingers around the hem of your skirt at both your sides. Mingi couldn't believe his eyes as he looked up at your flushed face looking right back into his eyes as you carefully lifted up your skirt. His eyes darted straight down to your core. His hard cock immediately jumped inside his sweatpants, his eyes grew twice as big and his mouth started to water. There was nothing that was more beautiful in the world he thought as he slipped the beanie off his head, setting it carelessly on the ground beside him.

The way your perfect little cunt accepted Hongjoong’s fingers, clamping around them every time he pulled them out to circle your clit a couple of times before pushing them back in again, your little cunt emjoying the attention and twitching under Mingi’s scrutinizing gaze. 

You felt the thrill of being watched as you looked at Mingi, eyeing you like a famished man. His hair disheveled and his cheeks pink. It made your core tingle with a brand new source of arousal and you wiggled your toes in lustful shame.

“Fuck” Mingi said under his breath making you moan a little louder as you watched him being entranced by you. 

The thrill rocketed you to your high and you started to squirm and clench around Hongjoong’s fingers. He knew exactly what it meant.

“P-please Joongie. Can I-” you panted as your fists tensed up around the hem of the skirt but never letting your hold falter making sure Mingi saw every part of you. Normally Hongjoong liked to tease you but this time he wanted to reward you for being such a good and obedient girl. And moreover he wanted to give his friend a good show of how only he could make you feel this good.

“Look carefully” he whispered, addressing his friend kneeling between your legs, eyes perfectly leveled with your pussy. “Cum baby” he said, his hot lips pressed to your ear. And you immediately let go. Letting your walls grip Hongjoong’s fingers urging them to reach further as you twitched uncontrollably, your cum flowing out of you in quick spurts. Soaking the carpeted floor. Mingi’s jaw dropped to the ground as he watched the precious nectar being wasted on the carpet. His throat suddenly feeling as dry and the saharan desert, licking his chapped lips instinctively at the fleeting and forbidden thought of connecting his lips to your core to have a taste of you.

Hongjoong accompanied you gently as you rode off your high, your back arched into his chest. Hongjoong pulled his fingers until only his first knuckle was still inside and spread his fingers apart, stretching you open beautifully for Mingi to look at how your walls fluttered around nothing, your orgasm prolonging as your chest rose and fell rapidly, your moans slowly dying off. 

“Look at how pretty she is just for me” Hongjoong added, spreading his fingers even wider, as you whined again but still holding the hem of the skirt up with purpose. This way Mingi could even see your cervix pulsing, he could almost hear it demanding cum. Demanding to be fucked full of cum and knocked up right then and there, holding Mingi as witness.

“Fuck” was the only thing Mingi could enunciate truth be told his brain was completely fried and he didn't have the wits to come up with anything more clever.

You couldn’t help but squirm again as Mingi leaned in to have a better view at your most private parts, his nose was now only a couple of inches away from your cunt and he couldn't help but to take a big whiff of you. Your essence absolutely bewitched him… he just couldn't help but to wonder how you tasted.

“You did so good baby” Hongjoong soothed immediately as he slipped his fingers out bringing them to his mouth. Mingi followed his friend's tongue wrap around his digits and lap up the precious liquid coating them as he instinctively swiped his tongue on his bottom lip, his hard and leaking cock slowly forming a pool of precum in his sweatpants.

“How do you think she tastes?” Hongjoong taunted his friend again. 

“Fucking delicious” Mingi sighed his dick twiching at the thought of your wetness coating his tongue. 

“Trust me whatever you're imagining. It’s better. ” Hongjoong said, holding his saliva and cum coated fingers to your lips which you welcome into your mouth. “How do you taste baby?” he asked, smirking at his friends looking with the most desperate of eyes at how you licked off his fingers clean.

“So good Joongie” you replied before he popped his fingers out of your mouth with a lewd sound.

Mingi watched as he swallowed thickly just as you did so, echoing the sound with his own mouth as if this way he would get a taste.

“Baby you’re so hot I got so fucking hard for you” Hongjoong whispered in your neck and pressed a couple of wet kisses to the shell of your ear and jerked his hips into you poking his cock on your ass. 

You didn’t need anything more to busy your hand and freeing Hongjoong’s cock from the uncomfortable restrains. 

“Sit on my cock baby” he urged, with all of that teasing he also got pretty worked up. 

When your boyfriend’s cock rubbed on your folds you jolted your hips in anticipation. Before aligning him with you and slowly sinking your hips on his. Mingi held his breath at how your pussy perfectly fitted around him, perfectly expanded to have him whole inside you until you bottomed out with a whiny and breathy moan. 

“Good girl” he said, wrapping both his hands under your thighs and thrusting up into you. The first couple of strokes were slow, mainly to warm you up to him but also to let Mingi have a good look at his cock splitting you open. 

“Joongie~~” you cried as you let Hongjoong take control. “Fuck it feels so good” you let your head rolls back onto his shoulder

“Yeah? You like that?” he said as he sped up. 

“Fuck yeah I love it. I love your cock” you declared.

 Mingi couldn't believe his eyes or his ears as a matter of fact. To hear you say such sinful things, hearing you make these unholy noises. Getting to see your cunt clench around his friend's dick. There was not a trace of doubt in Mingi’s mind. You were made just for his cock. Perfectly molded just for him. 

“Who’s cock do you love baby?” Hongjoong asked through gritted teeth, maintaining the deadly pace between pants and groans.

“Yours!! Your cock!! Kim Hongjoong’s cock!!!!” you replied hurriedly, almost instinctively. Your mind is only filled with thoughts of your boyfriend.

“Hear that?” Hongjoong asked, almost laughing as if his friend's misery entertained him. Mingi didn’t even need to look at him; he could hear the shit eating grin from a mile away. He was annoyed at that but he was even more annoyed at the way he couldn’t look away, he couldn’t help himself. 

“Fuckkk” Mingi moaned when your shin accidentally brushed over his clothed crotch. He felt pityfull for it but he couldn't help it. He wrapped both his hands around your calf and started to hump your leg. The last strand of sanity out the window as he mindlessly humped your leg like a dog. 

“You’re that desperate huh? That’s fucking laughable. you're really like a dog” Hongjoong laughed again. “Pathetic.” But Mingi didn’t even hear. He was too focussed on looking at your cunt swallowing Hongjoong’s dick and spit it back out covered in your glistening juices, said juices pooling on Hongjoong’s pants and staining them. 

Fucked you looked so fucking delicious, and your leg felt so good on his miserably hard cock he couldn’t stop the high pitched moans from leaving his lips and being set free in the small studio, joining yours and Hongjoong’s in a sinful trio. Undoubtedly the most beautiful and harmonious song ever produced within these four soundproof walls.

“Are you close baby?” Hongjoong asked between pants, his hips never faltering, fucking up into you and rearranging your guts.

“Yessss” you cried. “so– so c-close”

“You need a little help to get there?” 

Mingi’s ears perked up.

“Yes” you replied, shyly, getting an idea of what that implied.

“Mingi?” Hongjoong asked and instantly Mingi wrapped his mouth around your clit. You threw your head back, your moans morphing into literal screams of bliss. Mingi had been so starved of your taste ever since you started dating Hongjoong. He found himself wondering how you tasted like and he was not about to keep that an eternal mystery. He closed his lips around your nub sucking at it like a starved man. Twirling his tongue on the bud, even dipping deep down at your entrance, he didn’t mind one bit if he felt his tongue dragged along the cock of his friend as Hongjoong rammed into your tight cunt, all he wanted was to taste your juices that pooled the sides to drag them up to your clit.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum” you announced, your hand instinctively finding Mingi’s locks of hair and pulling at it. Making him groan against your folds, his hips snapping against your legs as he grunted louder and louder by the second.

“Cum, baby. Let him taste how much you love me” Hongjoong groaned as he felt you grip tighter around him, your hungry cunt urging him to deliver his warm load. Demanding to be filled to the brim.

“Fuck baby I’m cumming. Gonna fuck you full of my cum” Hongjoong warned. 

“Y-yes please fill me up!! pleasepleaseplease” you started to mumble, your words all jumbled up in a desperate and lust induced plea.

“Fucking take it” Hongjoong said giving a particularly sharp thrust into you, his tip going up to kiss your cervix and delivering his huge and warm load right into your womb as you also let go of the burning coil in your guts, your walls spasmming around Hongjoong’s cock and your clit throbbing under Mingi’s tongue. Once more your cum gushed out of you like a waterfall and soaking Mingi’s face. Hongjoong’s relentless thrusts pulling the white cum out until it perfectly mixed with yours, the bitter taste of his friend’s load coating his tongue and making Mingi dizzy on your and Hongjoong’s love

“Fuckkk” Mingi groaned as his hips became less precise, creaming himself with his cum, the warm seed spreading into his boxer and seeping through the sweatpants to form a visible dark gray stain. His dick uncontrollably twitching inside his pants as he moaned face flushed against your folds, his tongue continuously lapping up your cunt and around Hongjoong’s cock until both the men came to a stop. 

When Hongjoong pulled out, Mingi let go of your leg to plunge his face between your thighs, lapping up the cum dripping out of your fluttering and shapeless little hole and swallowing it in big gulps. Dragging his tongue to your over sensitive clit, not caring for your overstimulated body until you pulled him by the hair off your exhausted puffy cunt.

“Stop~~” you whined breathlessly which snapped Mingi out of his trance as he looked up at you with fucked out eyes, lips swollen and his face made shiny with both your releases.

“There!” Hongjoong said. “You got what you wanted. Now don't go and forget your promise.”

Mingi groaned… he almost did forget about that. This opportunity might never happen again but he will always have the memory of this night in the studio and your taste on his tongue he thought, licking his lips.

“Fine”

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Ateez 'n free use (+ somno)

Everything has been consentually talked about beforehand, in passing and seriously !! Mwuah. Lots of smut under the cut. barking. foaming at the mouth.

"Hi love bug 💗 I wanted your thoughts and opinions on ateez with somno / free use heheh" —ask @hhoneylix (my lovely pookie bear) 7.2K WC OF FILTH.

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In a free-use fantasy, partners can have sex with each other whenever they want, no holds barred. Somnophilia refers to the interest in having sex with a sleeping person.

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Wooyoung. It doesn't take much convincing for him to agree, even the words would have him nodding eagerly. He doesn't even question the trust you two have cause you're both in sync like that, maybe he hands his heart out to you on a platter, despite his own head telling him he could end up with it broken (he doesn't care cause he knows he loves you to the moon and back). But if you are just as agreeing as him it'll have his heart soaring. He definitely uses you most days, happily too. He'll tease you; not letting you cum as he gets himself off. But it doesn't last for long when he's between your thighs a minute later. Over and over again and throughout the day. Teasing you so you'll find a reason to ruin him for the evening.

When you both first started, I can see his eyes flashing with everything he'll want to do or want you to do to him. When he realizes you're not saying it as a joke anymore (like you have done before), he completely folds, he's just a whole sub for the first day you guys try it out, whether a bratty one or a good one, he cries for it either way. He gets himself worked up the entire day because it caught him off guard, so whenever he thinks about anything you're doing, calling his name- specifically the nickname you use for him- god, he's throbbing. Telling him to pick up his mess that he left like some guy who can't clean up after himself with your mad tone that reminds him of how you fuck him up when he's being a brat. He'll most likely hide away during practice to try and jerk off (knowing him, he probably also sent you an audio message of it to see if you'll be the first to cave and just brutally use him) but it's just not working :( he gets so frustrated, on the edge of being mean because he's so horny. He snaps his tone, and his attitude sours into something whiny and needy.

He gets borderline bratty when he's so horny. So, at some point, when you're doing your skincare, he pushes at your lower back to bend you over the counter just the slightest, his hands sliding to your hips when he comes to grind his erection against you, a shuddered sigh falling from his lips. His head falls over your shoulder blade. "need this, please, 'm gonna make you feel good too, just want to be inside so bad" he'd mumble as he wiggled your pants down, giving you the opportunity to stop if you'd like. He wouldn't waste a second to jerk his dick out of his own pants and line up to your core. He notices you're also wet, so you've probably thought about this as much as he has all day. You truly don't know how much that drives him crazy. And knowing that you're always ready for him has him driving his cock all the way in you.

Only stilling for you to adjust to his stinging size. But he doesn't sit there for long because he's trembling with his hands placed on either side of you, his hips grinding your ass forward cause of his pelvis. It really doesn't take long for him to cum, especially if you're telling him how needy he is. How he can't even wait til you're done to fuck. "n-no, don't move, please- ill be quick- let me cum-" He whimpers and agrees with everything you say. "You're right- you're always right- fuck I'm addicted to you- I'm your whore- oh god-" lost in the way you feel around him as he drives his hips all the way to meet yours in sloppy liquidy slaps. His hands grip the counter around your stomach tightly, his fingers turning white from the grip, caging you against it. His eyes clenched close every so often, strangled gasps choked from his throat. He paints your walls with his cum, slumping over your back and shaking ever so lightly in the afterglow. You don't get to cum because he already did before you. He verbalized that when he tried to rub circles over your neglected nerve bundle. You swipe his hand away, going on to wash your own and continue your skincare, even with him still inside. He loudly whimpers, knowing he's in for a long night for every rule he's broken today. :((( he's sorry!(no he's not)

When you brutally and completely obliterate him later, tied to the bed and shaking after every edge or orgasm he has. You finish him with an unhealthy amount of kisses to his face and aftercare that has him cuddled up on your stomach, his face digging into your side. He falls asleep like that. It's really no for long when he wakes up, jolted from a pleasant and not very wholesome dream. Your hand is already stroking him over his shorts, cupping and pushing against his hard on that's imprinted and leaning against your hip from where he's halfway thrown over you. “Are you awake now? So needy woo, even when you're asleep, trying to hump me like a pillow” he whimpers when you laugh at him, pushing his thighs apart for more friction and shoving his face back into your chest. “Come on baby, you want to cum again? So early?” your hand stops for just a second, enough for his teary and tired eyes to blink up at you. Your hand slipping past his waistband and jerking his sticky tip. He's loud and definitely more affected like this. Choking on a sob when your nails scrape against his length and veins. He cums with a guttural choking gasp, jerking forward to stimulate himself the rest of the way with your palm. Staining his shorts with semen. He's definitely fucking you when he wakes up later. Even if you're still in deep sleep. Two can play that game.

Mingi. Oh. Oh! It takes a good hard minute for it to click. He loves it, though. Of course, he trusts you (a little too much), and he'll shyly ask if you trust him as much too (and you do!). It also doesn't take much convincing for him. He gets so turned on from the idea. Just imagining being able to get off whenever you're around. You might actually be fucking more often because of it. Like, every day. His libido is crazy. But what drives his will is the idea of being buried balls deep in you. And with somno??? Oh lord.

You're asleep when he comes home from practice, and he just really wanted you. Even when he tried to wake you up with a gentle pat to your shoulder, you don't even greet him. Turning over away from him. He knows you're not ignoring him on purpose, too tired to respond to the outside world in your head. He didn't think about using you in your sleep until he was choking on a cup of cold water. Remembering the conversation you had on the phone earlier. “Yknow mingi, if I'm ever asleep when you get home, I don't mind”.

He's slipping himself between your legs on the bed, carefully. Of course, he notices when the only thing you're wearing is his shirt and underwear. Watching you sleep on your stomach with a pillow propped under your chest comfortably and your arm shoved under the pillow where your head lays. Missing the way his body would be next to yours even in your unconscious state. He'd coo internally, pushing your thigh up so it's leaning up on the bed some more, your core and ass sticking out from the angle through the tight fabric of your underwear. He'd slip his fingers into you, pushing the thin fabric aside, working you open with quick and gentle scissoring motions. He'd praise you with his own tiny breaths when you clenched around the digits. Watching your face scrunch up from the feeling. Your head digging into the pillow some more and pushing back against his hand that's rubbing against your cunt. He knows your cue and clumsily pulls his fingers out before you can cum, whimpering in your sleep.

“Shh, im putting it in now princess, don't worry” he'd kiss your neck, leaning over you. Ready to please with something bigger and more fulfilling. His knees placed on eitherside of your hips just as he pulls his pants down. He lines his tip, holding your panties aside so he can slip in comfortably. It's so easy when you're relaxed. So pliable around his big cock when he sinks in, his hands gripping your lower hips. And holy fuck. Mingi is definitely doing this again. His eyes cloud as you swallow him in, every inch being lubed up easily. He sets a slow pace, pushing you further up the mattress with his bigger body that cages over your own soft and completely willful one. His hips rock forward, every so often to pull all the way back until his tip is around your ring and just slide in. He groans under his breath, quiet in the night. Your own sounds are whimpered and small due to the pillow in your face. Your face scrunches, and mingi feels you stirring, moving in your sleep as you begin to wake up. “Hey sleeping beauty” he shushes, leaning over you to prop his hands on either side of your head instead, making sure he doesn’t slip out. “‘m just using you like you told me to” he would sigh into his words, stuttering every so often when he bottoms out again and again, his hips dig and prod so good, burying to the hilt and pushing his tip into your cervix. “Perfect pussy, was made for me..” he groans, fingers digging hard into the sheets. “mingi..” You finally whisper, driving his heart rate higher, he hums to answer you, thrusting his hips down quicker.

Groaning at your walls fluttering. You're cumming with a shudder, pushing your ass back against his thrusts. “mingi-” you heave, shoving your face into the pillow. With a few extra sloppy thrusts, mingi stills with himself buried to the hilt inside you. It pools deep inside you, leaving you warm and sticky and oh so full. “Taking it soooo good, just like that..” he praises, soft breaths fanning against your face. He slips himself out to lay beside you, just to lay down for a bit. Your eye peaks open, meeting his sweaty face. “Hi, I missed you,” he chuckles.

San. He's so excited and so ready for it whenever, just nodding along and mutually agreeing on the topic. He'll want to know you're fully in it, even going out of his way for consent first at the start of the day. Like, always asking for consent even if you tell him to just use you already. Trust is easy when it's always consented beforehand. He loves you a lot, wouldn't even debate with you on the subject of who loves who more. And it isn't even a question when he trusts you blindly all the time.

He wants you to initiate that first time, so when you pull him out of the room as soon as he's off stage, he knows the way your feet stomp, n the way you grip his wrist in your hands. He bows his head at everyone who passes, all of them seemingly put off by your behavior. But it doesn't matter cause san is about to get high off of you. His face in shoved into your core the minute his knees hit the floor of the bathroom, his pants creasing, he's still sweaty from performing on stage, but who gives a fuck when your leg is thrown over his shoulder. Pussy drinker !!! He swallows so hard and his tongue licks everything up, throat vibrating when he moans over your clit. You're tugging his hair and his scalp burns in the best way. You cum shortly after, and he devours it all. Pushing him into leaning against the wall so you can slot to your own knees and drop his pants, his buckle cluttering against the floor. His head gets thrown against the wall when you take him in your mouth, he palms your head but doesn't dare to grip it. The pace you set on his cock is yours to control and yours alone. He moans airily, thrusting his cock down your throat, I can see san preferring head to be messy, especially when you go down on him. So make those nasty gargling sounds and slurp him like you're thirsty. “Y-ah- you couldn't wait?” He asks through a moan, hands wrapping around to pull your hair out of your face. Ever the gentleman as he plunges his pulsing tip down your sloppy mouth. You hum around him, as if that's an answer. He cries, “oh- just like that- ugh” you hum again, he thrusts hard, cumming just as harshly. You swallow everything and more, overstimulating him when your cheeks hollow as you pull off him with a pop. He's pulling you up to sloppily make out. You stop him, finger over his lips when he chases you. “We have to get back baby, I can't be late.”

n somno? He's the one to initiate it. He's coming back to your shared hotel room after doing a live. Exhausted and just wanting to cuddle. The first thing he hears when he moves into the bed next to you is you calling his name, hand reaching around for him. “San?” You whisper. He heeds your call with a kiss on your cheek. Intertwining your wandering hand with his. “I'm here baby” You turn over your side, humming with content when you fall back to dreamland. Something about you calling him, just needing to feel his hand over you, god, it's ridiculous, but he's hard. He tries to breathe, to ward the boner away. But you look so pretty in those shorts, and your top is so silky falling off your shoulder like that.

And soon enough he's giving into his desires and working his cock with his hand that isn't in yours. Tugging himself off and hiding his noises, it's not enough, of course not, cause it's not your pussy, he's just not in it, even when he spits in his hand and uses his precum. He can't even focus, turning you over to lay flat on your back, his hand slipping from yours. You stir, just slightly, eye peaking open to look down at him over your waist, he holds himself just above you, pecking the skin where the shirt rid up on your tummy. He kisses your hip that's free of the cloth on it, trailing kisses everywhere. “Can I pretty? Can I please have you right now?” he whispers so sweetly. You nod, despite still being groggy. “let me sleep still okay?”. You don't have to tell him twice, he kisses just under the swell of your stomach, appreciatively, dipping his hands into your shorts and undies to pull them off in one go. “Just let me do it all, don't worry your pretty head about anything” Pussy drinker !!!! His face is buried inside you, grinding his cock against the white sheets, you hum and moan quietly, urging him on.

He brushes his nose against your clit and indulges himself on working you with his tongue and his fingers, praising you through breaths when you come to the edge, he lets you cum with a gaspy call of his name, encouraging your thighs to almost suffocate him when he laps up your juices. He crawls up to you with one more appreciative kiss against your clit, pushing his cock in with ease, neglected and so red :( he practically falls apart above you. Snapping his hips a couple of times to be as close to you, pushing himself to cum from all the strain he's been putting his poor cock through. He pants when he cums, your name falling off his tongue like a sinatry, all the while you hardly stir, eyebrows scrunching at the warmth of his load gathering in your cunt. You're so warm, he falls atop you with a sigh, stilling inside. You're both definitely going for a second round, cause he woke you up and now he's the sleepy one.

Seonghwa. Oh! Okay! Oh god. He loves the idea, although a little nervous at first, all mutual agreements might end up with you both already going through a list of things that is completely fine. Would want to know everything you don't like and do like beforehand. He's so happy to know you trust him, although it took a hard time for him to open up to you, he's completely and wholeheartedly in it as soon as he knows, communication is the first thing with him and then trust. It's very sweet for a while until you guys actually get to doing it.

Uhm, I also see him as a pussy drinker, sorry not sorry. He wants to be buried in you all the time. But it isn't until you're propped up on the couch, the tv playing in the distance, he's been needy for affection lately and maybe you haven't noticed it as much, he shifts against your hip, head leaning over your shoulder, watching your eyes slump close and flutter from his breath on your cheek. For a second you think he's getting up when he slips down the couch, but the next he's throwing your legs over his shoulder and tossing your pants. When did that happen? “Go on love, keep sleeping, don't mind me” you do mind. A lot. He kisses your inner thigh. Even as he pushes his hair behind his ears softly and sticks his tongue out to lick along your entirety. You buck as he swirls your little bud, sucking on it. His eyes are closed in bliss, hands gripping your thighs so tightly.

He eats you out like a man enjoying a five course meal, knowing every sweet spot that has you seeing stars, even without his fingers you cum with his name on your lips, but he keeps going, nosing your thigh before he's diving back in. He has you there in mere minutes again, you can't even focus on the dream you were just in. I can see seonghwa with his head buried in your thighs for hours with a few breaks in between that has you thinking he's done(he is not) trying out every little thing he thinks of, how quickly he can get you there and how easily you come undone if he just puts even his fingertips in. He teases you with his words and edges you on. Every so often if you're just doing something casual, he'll stick his hands down your pants and make you cum on his fingers. “That was a good one love, you sounded so pretty” you hate him. But it's no different when you straddle his waist when he's laying on the bed, his own phone in his hands.

He greets you gently, it's really innocent at first cause you're touchy and seonghwa loves it when you're touchy. When he notices your hips are wiggling back and forth over his lap, he places his phone to the side to watch you, you're just,,, just there. Hovering above him, he can feel the heat of your body over his own, your head on his chest as you pretend to relax with him. He knows what you're doing, and he lets you, his cock stirring in his silky pants at the thought of being inside you. Your finger scraps against the hem of his pants, he moans quietly. You pull him out of his slacks and pump him the rest of the way to make him fully erect, his hand lulled to the side as his phone continues to play the video he was once watching. You pump him slowly, watching his tip pebble with sticky white drops. He watches you come up to hover your hips above him, lifting your oversized shirt to the side. It's then he realizes you're not in anything other than the shirt. His lip perked up into a smirk, it's quickly wiped away when you sink down on him. His mouth falling agape. Screw his phone, it's already gone, across the bed. His hands guide your hips in lazy swirls, pretty moans falling from his mouth. His eyebrows furrow and he's just so pretty as you lifts your hips and drill them down on him, cutting off his moans every time you do so. His fingertips dig into your waist, pleading for you to keep going and helping you out when you slow down. Taking it at your own pace until he swings you forward and thrusts up into you.

It's you using him, but he needs to be buried to the hilt the entire time. “Keep going- mm” His cock throbbing against your insides and hitting so deep cause he's so long. He can get loud but it's mostly breathy moans. When he cums- and it's inevitable- he's crying from the overstimulation of you continuing to hug his cock in your cunt. He watches you swirl your hips forward to chase your own orgasm, pleading for you. “S’too much please please- cum on my cock- need it so bad” Not to stop, but to get there with him as he sputters with tears down his cheeks from how good he feels. You cum quietly, falling over his chest and leaving yourself buried in his neck, he whimpers. Your hips continuing to swirl. He grips them, stopping them so he can get some relief. When he's softening inside you, he kisses your head gently. Picking up his phone to continue scrolling.

Hongjoong. Again! He loves the idea. It doesn't take any convincing. He might be the one to bring it up first. It'll start off with free use and gradually get to talking about the somno part. He'll tell you he wants to know your thoughts before he voices his own, just so he isn't pressuring you into it. He buzzes with excitement and also just so much love. He's always wanted you both to feel comfortable enough to get to this part of your relationship. And when it finally comes up, he just uses and abuses it after the initial agreement. God. He loves knowing you trust him to do it to you whenever, and he vocally tells you he loves the idea of you using him when you feel like it. Despite being shy with how he says it. It doesn't take much time for him to fall completely for you and trust you with his entire being.

I see him using you all the time. Whenever he can get his sneaky fingers around your hips and dig his boner into you. Casually talking about his day when you're standing at the kitchen counter, well- he's already pulling your dress up and slotting your underwear down in a swoop. His nimble fingers slotting into you quickly. “What was that? Go on angel” he'll want you to talk through it, telling him about your day through whimpers and stuttering. “n then she- oh god joong just like that-” you’d end up a mess, and he hums, encouraging your words. Pulls out just as you're about to cum. And then he kisses your cheek and pulls your underwear back up. he's the worse. Ugh. You'll have to be the first to fuck him up. He's talking as he drives, a quiet tone to his voice in the peace and quiet, completely oblivious to the heat in your eyes. He stares at the road and practically jumps when you lean over into his lap, his hand goes to hold your head, on instinct.

“Bab-” you're pulling his zipper down. oh! Oh!!! OHOHO. He quirks in your grasp, cock springing to life the quicker you jerk him off. When you spit on his length that's when he moans lowly, you slap his thigh. And he jolts. “Pay attention to the road.” Fuck him up!!! Despite reaching that edge with only a few short tugs and your painted lips swirling over his tip lightly, he doesn't cum at all cause you're already at the destined location. He hates it, he drove as slow as he could and yet he still didn't cum in your pretty mouth :( Grumbled whines under his breath as he shoves himself back into his jeans. The fabric hurts. And you're smirking at him like the devil. You're playing a dangerous game. And when he gets you alone in a house full of people you know, he's got you crying, pretty mascara running down your face and throating his length until your nose brushes against him.

“hngh- You did this to yourself angel” He clicks his tongue, head thrown back against the door. It's lewd and it's definitely free use for him when he uses your head to jerk himself off on your tongue. He takes a good solid time getting there, shoving his load down your throat and pulling out enough to watch the rest spurt over your lips. Swipes it off with his thumb and puts it back in your mouth. “suck,” if by chance he's sleeping or resting, which is rare. You won't be the one to do it to him often, on the other hand he'll want you to. But he definitely won't make you. So one day when you've had it rough, just tug his sweats down with his back resting against the bed, a soft edge to his face when he sleeps. pillow slotted under his grasp and head thrown to the side. Oops, he's already hard. Morning wood. Or was he just having a nice dream? You're already on him in seconds, bottoming him inside til your pelvis meets his. His eyebrows furrow and his breathing picks up. Gasps falling out of his parted mouth, his hands twitch every so often when you call his name quietly. As if he can hear you in his dreams. Your name is the only thing he says every so often, jumbled and under his breath when he moans prettily.

Whenever he twitches too much inside you, and his face scrunches you stop so he can't cum just yet. He'll whimper and whine, throwing his head back and around. His hand comes to rub his face and then fall back to his side, right next to your knees. You swirl your hips against and practically write your name on his dick. He'll stir the second time you edge him, waking him up to one of the best sights. “Ah. m- fuck- cumming” he whimpers, pistoning his hips up to meet yours, he continues to do so even when he cums, load splattering against the sheets when it pools out of you, he tells you to keep going, encourages it too. Sloppy the whole time, overstimulating himself so he's hard again, throbbing and moaning loudly, his cheat shuddering with every breath he takes. When you cum he's pulling you down to shove his tongue down your throat, catching every sound and vocal cue with his fingers rubbing against your clit. He overstimulates you in the process too.

Yunho. Might genuinely take a couple of times to talk about it more than once. He just wants to know you're the one completely fine with it. (cause he is!) He'll work his way up to it, sleepy sex and telling you he'll handle it the whole time. And when he feels the need to be buried in you, he'll always ask beforehand, tell him he doesn't even need to ask, cause he always will. He trusts you with his heart, so of course, he trusts you completely when it comes to sex. You both are completely in tune.

It's mostly casual when it happens. It usually starts because you're in a position he likes, letting his imagination go on for a bit, you're on your tummy on the couch, feet kicking behind you and typing away at your phone. He could feel like a perv for the way he's looking at you, oblivious to his growing hard-on. But he can't help it when he crawls over you to lay on your back, his dick pressing into you through his sweats. You go to question him. He smiles shyly. “Nothing baby, just want to be close to you” yeah uh huh sure bud. It's fine for a couple of seconds until his hips move, and he's sighing in your ear. You just let him get himself off, typing away. Ignorant to the way it's just not working for him, he slips your shorts down, and you only slightly help with lifting your hips. He'll immediately go at it, kissing your shoulder and neck, appreciation on his tongue when he tells you he'll be quick. He slips himself out and bottoms inside with ease. The stretch is perfect.

Yunho has a big cock but you take it like a champ, he always has you prepped for him too. It's just so easy to slip into you. His hand snakes under your waist to pinch your clit, you jolt away from the sensation, dropping your phone. It slides too far from your reach. It's not long of yunho's soft pace before you moan at him to go faster. Through a gaspy groan he laughs, his large palm holding him up on the arm of the couch and the other spreading your thigh farther open for him to watch you suck him inside. His pace quickens, it's enough for you to feel satisfied, throwing your hips back to meet him. The slapping noises are lewd, consuming the entire living room with just you two. Yunho is just big in general, so the tiny couch(that needs to be replaced) hardly holds his size. He's using his foot to push himself harder into you, his knee bending the couch harshly. Soft grunts and heavy pants coming from his chest, it reverbs off your back, although he's leaning over you he's still close.

His other hand circling your clit and swirling the bundle. You cum with a guttural whimper, his name quiet on your tongue. “gonna fill you up real good baby,” he smirks through his words. “You're gonna keep it in, yeah?” You nod your head, whining from the sensitivity. Yunho cums with your name chanting off his lips, hips stuttering above you. If you do use him while he's sleeping he's more likely to move with you, meeting your hips as he ruts in his sleep. Eyebrows pulled taunt and mouth agape. He lets out the prettiest groans. He cums with one final loud moan, fisting the sheets, and completely and wholeheartedly falls back into sleep. It's like he didn't wake up at all, and he didn't! Make sure you clean him up tho. Carefully. I see him using you more than you using him, only on occasion though. When he's sleepy and just wants to feel you around his cock. So hard he can't take the strain anymore, he throws your thighs over his lap, already pantsless both of you. Your sleepy body leaning into his warmth.

He kisses your calve, propping both of your legs over his shoulder before he's sliding in. He's already prepped you with his fingers. He's a bit more quiet then, focus on just having his way with you(because you let him) but also to see you unravel with him with no filter or anything blocking you from letting it all show on your face? He really likes it, like. Really. Likes it. His sloppy hips are more likely to make you wake up, or the stretch in your legs as you're bent over him, sandwiched between him and the bed, his thumb drawing figure eights on your clit to reach you there faster. Your whine is scratchy, signaling you're close. He'll coax you with words even if you can't hear him “go on baby, cream around me” He groans right in your ear when you tip, hands reaching out to hold him close because you've suddenly woken up to your legs shaking and an orgasm wracking your body. Yunho often cums with you and this time is no different, he's stilling with his chest shaking from his breathing. Curling his hips forward so he's all the way in. Keeping you full with his essence.

Yeosang. It takes sooo many words of affirmation for him to even think about it. He's just a bit too scared of the idea of you not being in the mood or enjoying it. He puts your pleasure before his all the time and when you tell him to just use you to his heart's content he just really can't :((( baby just wants you to be in it as much as he is. He wants to know his pretty baby is feeling as good as he is, and eventually, he'll tell you that himself when you bring it up again. You're free to use him whenever !!! He'll always be prepared and ready for you. He gets turned on by you, even mentioning you want him in that way. (He loves being the one you want even if the situation isn't sexual), so when you tell him to imagine, you're always wanting him (and you do). His thoughts on it will shift.

Once again, he doesn't act it out much when it comes to free use. On the other hand, I could see him turning over in his sleep, waking up from a sweaty dream. He can't get the thoughts of dream-you out of his head, so he does what you've recommended you both do before, kissing your shoulder to see if you'll wake. You don't, and so he goes on, trailing them down your collar before he's at the hem of your shirt. He's slipping himself under it. Sucks on your boobs while he jerks himself off :( I don't really see yeosang using your cunt as you sleep; he prefers to see his pretty baby up close to see your eyes flutter. But maybe on a special occasion if he really really REALLY wants you, he'll push you to your side so your back is pressed against his chest, pulling your shorts and undies down enough to push his cockhead in. He sighs so prettily and makes sure you don't show any discomfort from the stretch, his pace is slow and sleepy, just trying to get there from a few thrusts in your warm and wet hole.

He'll use his fingers to rub soothing circles around your clit. Paying special attention to the way your body reacts cause you can't really use your words. When it comes to sex like this he's quiet. Not very vocal cause he's so focused on driving his hips in and out of you. His length soothing in its pace against your cervix. Your eyes flutter when you feel the heat of needing to cum, waking up in the movement of yeosangs thighs against your ass. “Yeo-” you cry quietly, cumming tightly, the fluttering around his length has him airily groaning, your hand reaching to hold his that's kept on your waist to hold you close. He hums, broken and short and breathy. Before he's speeding up his messy pace and cumming inside. He stills and doesn't bother moving for a good minute, even as you turn your head to pepper kisses on his temple, his face shoved into your neck. Genuinely could see him almost falling asleep like that, buried inside you and completely comfortable. But as soon as he feels you wiggling he'll get to cleaning up. Also the type to just let you use him whenever you want too, he'll gladly just sit back and let you.

He'll be on the couch with his phone in hand, probably in one of the many dressing rooms waiting for the rest of the guys to get back. You drop to your knees in front of him and he immediately fumbles, eyes dashing to the door. “I locked it, don't worry” you pull the zipper of his brand new pants down, the leather straining against his thighs. His cock throbbing in your tight grasp, pumping him to stand full. He'll throw his head back against the couch and bite his lip to hold his moans when your mouth wraps around him. Getting him there quicker than he can proudly say, he'll whimper and hold his own hips down. Noticing every sound and how loud it seems to him. He'll hold your head, gently, following you with it against the back of it. Your pace is rough and brutal, getting him off with sticky noises and humming against his tip. He might actually start whimpering through his bruised lips.

“Sl-slow down-nng” oh my god he feels a bit bad when his hips thrust up against your throat. Eyes scrunching with pleasure, his hips don't know whether or not to pull away or to keep drilling up into you. So he's squirming on the couch, little sounds escaping here and there when you swallow around him. He warns you when he's about to cum, his hips driving away from you and digging into the couch. His hand fisting against the back of your neck shakily. Your name is the last thing he says before he's seeing stars and shooting his load on your tongue, if you swallow it up greedily he will definitely start shaking from the stimulus. “Jagi- ah.” His hand curls, your lips popping off him. He completely deflates on the couch. You'll have to do the cleaning up, be gentle though he gets really sensitive.

Jongho. It really is about trust with him. It will take a lot and so long before you guys even get to that part. Trusting you completely will be the most fragile part of it, jongho doesn't necessarily wear his heart on his sleeve so when he gets into it with you, he really has to think about it on his own for a good couple of days. So when he comes around and brings it up again, you tell him he doesn't have to agree for your sake. But he genuinely is agreeing because he loves you, and he's beginning to love the idea of being used by you when you need him. He just always wants to provide in every way possible. He'll only want to use you on the most stressful of days, though.

His cock is there for you to use and abuse to your content. He won't verbally say it (ever) but you know he finds a certain love for you using him so much. He'll be resting with his head on the couch and his body completely relaxed, drifting away in his own head. He'll immediately wake up to you leaning on his lap. He's no fun for somno, he wakes too easily especially if he feels you on his lap or anywhere near his dick. He'll paw at your hips and sigh knowingly. Eyes still closed and just the hint of a grin on his lips. “Right now?” He'll tease, his sleepy voice just ugh, and the little chuckle he does. Slide down his shorts and help him shuffle them down a bit, he'll help with pumping himself a bit so you can shuffle your own clothing off. Just slow strokes to his growing cock, he shudders when you line him up and use his tip to drag through your folds. Might even get impatient with the way his hips buck. But when you sink down his eyes are slowly opening to watch your joint area. Swirling your waist back and forth on his lap.

He's not very helpful this way; you're the one who woke him from his nap and now you should be the one to get you both off. You're cumming before he is, hips stilling and falling on his chest. He clicks his tongue, a short amount of teasing coming from his chest. His hips stutter, pushing you back down with his strength. He cums shortly after. Just buzzing with domesticity, he'll just be happy to stay like that for a while, but the liquids dripping along his body just won't do for him. You're the one cleaning up cause you initiated it ! Sorry not sorry. If it's a long day and jongho is just coming home, his body is heavy and his head pulsing with a growing headache from the amount of things memorized. You'll be the first thing on his mind, being close to you always blows off steam but he will debate on whether or not he'll want to wake you up or just go on ahead.

So he takes the easier option. Cooing at you gently when you sigh softly, he's positioned right by your butt as you're turned on your side. You’ve definitely fallen asleep from waiting on him. You'll call his name softly, propping your head up to look at him. “Shh, just relax and let me do all of it for you, turn your pretty head off for me” he kisses your lips so sweetly, just a short peck and you're already turning your head back into the pillow he brought from the bedroom, body sighing and falling back. Preps you with his hands and fingers, gently swirling them inside you and working you open for him. Encourages your orgasm when he knows you like a certain thing he does, shushing your soft moans. He always preps you to take him. He likes it better that way. So he's already strained and hard to the touch in his palm when he slips himself out of his jeans. Hissing from the harsh fabric under his breath. He'll make sure to lube himself up with his own spit beforehand so you're not lubing his length up completely by yourself.

Works the head in and gently leans over you, breathing softly above you. He'll swirl his hips to get himself all the way in, stopping to pull out and ease more of his length inside. Eyeing your comfortable state the entire time. His pace will be erratic and slow, just finding what works best for the angle and what makes you squirm around him. Once he finally finds it, he'll encourage it on, pouding into your gummy spot until you're whimpering. Hips stuttering occasionally from the way you clench around him “There you go, sweet girl, just like that” he coos, watching your body shake from the orgams ripping out of you You sigh so prettily when he drills his cock back in, holding your thigh to keep you close even as you pull from the overstimulation. His breath stuttering our of his lungs when he paints your insides. Falling the rest of the way over you. He sighs heavily. Brain shortwiring. He'll definitely be doing that again.

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UHM UHM, I... I GOT CARRIED AWAY.

Thank you to my pookie for being so patient with me ;( ily bb, here's that request you've been waiting for. And my cutie patootie @uhhheather for helping me out w jongho n yeosang. U played an important role so thank uuuuu

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[sanspuppet]

going crazy at the idea of Hongjoong being the loveliest boyfriend but also the most pervert you could ever have “-“

W/T: smut, gn reader

A/O: omg maybe im starting again to be active?? ALSO we’re getting close to 400 followers! lov y’all :3

𐬻𐬺𐬻𐬺𐬻𐬺𐬻𐬺𐬻𐬺𐬻𐬺𐬻𐬻𐬺𐬻𐬺𐬻𐬺𐬻𐬺𐬻𐬺𐬻𐬺𐬻𐬺𐬻𐬺𐬻𐬺𐬻𐬺𐬻𐬺𐬻𐬺𐬻𐬺𐬻𐬺

gets horny SO FUCKING EASILY that if you wear anything his or quite exposing clothes, as soon as you two are alone don’t expect him not to hold your wrists above your head while pinning you at the wall, his devilish smile staring at you and whispering: “How can you be always so hot, babe? you know i can’t resist when you’re like this. should i take care of you right now?”

he’s surely the loudest in bed. high pitched moans mixed with praises echoing in the room because he can’t contain himself from how fucking good you feel around him: “Ah fuck- so tight, ain’t no way you’re not made for me- shit - taking this dick so fucking well”

when you’re with the other members he acts all innocent and soft, despite the things he murmurs secretly at your ear when the others are distracted. or the way he touches you, you perfectly know what are his intentions for later. His gentle grip on your body becomes slightly painful when you’re temporarily away from the members, his fingers tightening against your waist, that pretty smirk taking his way onto his face: “Baby im full again, gonna breed you as soon as we get home”

he just can’t get enough of you, when he fucks you he feels the closest to you he could ever feel, and he’s absolutely addicted to it. Whenever you can, he lets you, he begs you to ride him. He loves to watch you bouncing on him, while he grips harshly your thighs, enjoying the dents he leaves on your skin so you can always remember of him when you undress.

wanna shower? nah-ah, he has to join you, as soon as you enter the bathroom he follows you, waiting for you to undress before entering the shower and give you a properly reason to wash yourself. THAT FUCKING SMIRK while he looks down at you on your knees for him, it gets you every time that you know you couldn’t deny to suck him off. You love how you almost choke on his cock, love that he seems on the verge of climaxing at every single thrust he does inside your throat, while he makes sure that your head stays still by grabbing your hair and pulling it back so you can only look at him with those imploring eyes of yours.

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[kpopscruggles]

who do you think ateez member that likely spoil his s/o with everything (with explanation cause im about to know your opinion🤭), like EVERYTHING🫠. i personally think its yunho, hwa, san

Of course angel and I love giving my opinions so this will b nice!

Lowkey think it's all with diffrent scenarios

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Hongjoong – He'll spoil you no matter what. You don’t have to pay him back in any type of way. Now he surely doesn’t deny if you help him though, I can easily see you telling him you “Why don't you try this on?” and when you show it to him “You going to let me fuck you while wearing that?.” He is sneaky with it, so you got to catch him. 

Yunho – He gets you gift but it’s rare and its personal gifts. He doesn’t just grab anything. He sats there, contemplates it, and then if he really feels it’s for you then it comes home with him. He is going to wrap it up all nicely and butter you up as you open it. For example, if it’s a sun dress for example he is rubbing your sides “You’ll look so gorgeous in this, I can’t wait...” 

Yeosang – He takes you out. LIKE I MEAN OUT. He makes it a whole thing, you go get dolled up, new hair, nails, outfit. He takes you to a nice restaurant, you're whining to yourself because his gift was also some vibrating panties for you to wear. 

San – He's the type like seonghwa, yes, he’s going to make you work for it, but the catch is he already has the gift in his hand “Cmon angel, you’ve got to work harder than that” he added waving the Tiffany ring box in the air.  

Mingi – HES GIVING IT TO YOU BUT YOU GOTTA LET HIM EAT YOU OUT! Yes, he buys you the gifts then eats you out. He loves it when you are excited about a gift from HIM then gets good pleasure from HIM. “Does that feel good? A good head for a good girl” 

Seonghwa – He's going to have you work for your gift a little.... He’s the type to prove to him why you deserve it. You are going to end up pouting then giving him head because you know that is his favorite way for you to prove yourself. You always do so good so why not? “So good for me baby? You deserve that bag...” 

Wooyoung – It is a piece of lingerie, and when you come out from trying it on, he’s taking you back into the dressing room and fucking you. He’s telling you how pretty you look, how you deserve the gifts, he’s just all over you. 

Jongho – You did something super well for him, been good girl. He thinks about it for a couple of weeks, then he buys something big for you. One time it was a new wrap for your car, the other time it was just some cash. 

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[min-gis]

[10:23 pm]

for a brief moment, you begin to wonder if the man seated underneath you has fallen asleep. his breathing is soft, so soft that it’s like he’s not even breathing — and for a moment, just a moment, you don’t even think he is. “joong?” it’s soft, the way the nickname leaves your lips — just as soft as the hum that leaves his throat.

cold hands come up to your sides, ghosting over your skin. it tickles, and the way his hair tickles your neck doesn’t help prevent the shivers that get sent down your spine. “you okay?” hand coming up to stroke his vibrant blue hair, letting your fingers slip into the soft strands, you ask.

another hum leaves his throat, his fingers dancing across your sides. “yeah,” he breathes, just above a whisper and almost a sigh, “just admiring this,”

“admiring you.”

the beat he had been working on is long forgotten, just like your clothes that had been long discarded. getting a couch for his studio really was a good idea, you think. especially for moments when you came over to accompany him while he works, for moments like this.

for moments when there was no one else. no one else but hongjoong, you and hongjoong. moments where he allows himself to let his guard down.

gentle fingers thread through his slightly tangled yet soft strands as you press a kiss onto his shoulder. a soft, reassuring one. “you wanna go back to working?”

“no,”

he breathes against your skin, small but firm hands gripping onto your hips. it’s not rough, nor is he trying to start something. he simply just holds you, like you’re going to slip away. you’re not.

“wanna stay here,” it’s mumbled, but you hear him nonetheless, “wanna stay in you,” the slight desperation and tiredness lingering behind his words doesn’t go unnoticed. “wanna stay here, with you, forever.”

so you do. with a small nod and a small kiss onto his shoulder, he stays buried inside of you. he doesn’t move, and neither do you. he’s not trying to go for another round, it’s the intimacy he’s looking for.

the comfort. solace. the need to be as close as physically possible to someone. someone whom you love.

you don’t ask. with gentle fingers massaging his scalp and lips pressing soft kisses onto his skin, you let him know you’re there. and you’ll always be.

#— ☆ hongjoong. #ateez smut #hongjoong smut #hongjoong hard hours #kim hongjoong smut #kim hongjoong hard thoughts #hongjoong hard thoughts #kim hongjoong hard hours #kim hongjoong #ateez hard hours #ateez hard thoughts #hongjoong x reader

[nateezfics]

Hongjoong has short man syndrome. He'll fuck you like a bitch in heat if you tease him enough.

god, he’d be a menace. he’d be a man with something to prove. would remind you just how not small he really is. what he lacks in height he makes up for with his cock, for sure.

would fuck you so rough, and laugh at you when you whine about how it’s too much, he’s too much. he’d stretch you wide and fuck you deep while telling you to “fucking take it”. hongjoong would love to fuck you from behind or with you on your back and your knees by your head. he could reach so deep in those positions, allowing you to feel every last inch. you’d struggle to take him in full and he’d just smirk, and if you start to cry? oh he’ll go even harder. hongjoong would just say shit like, “you said I was small, and here you are struggling to take me. what happened, hm?” “where’s all that teasing now, huh? look at you, whimpering and drooling like a little cock dummy”

don’t call this man small or short if you know what’s good for you (or do, if you’re a glutton for punishment;))

#hongjoong hard thoughts #hongjoong hard hours #hongjoong smut #anonymous

[hanjisungs-bigtittyg0thgf]

new hard thought: bumjoong says something playfully flirty (or you simply mention him being objectively attractive) and hongjoong gets jealous so you wreck his shit loud enough for the whole house to hear and bumjoong can’t make eye contact for knowing you made his brother moan like a girl 🫢👀

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[beenbaanbuun]

heyy

can i request pet playing with hongjoong? reader as a fox girly type of thing heheh

thank youuu

no because i can see him being so into this whenever you misbehave… like all you need to do is look at him the wrong way and he’s cocking a brow at you, asking whether he needs to get your collar.

before you can even answer, though, he has a hand on your shoulder, slowly guiding you to your knees. you’re more than willing to let yourself topple against the plush rug. it hurts, carpet burning your knees slightly when you land, but you keep your mouth shut. hongjoong has threatened to muzzle you before; you don’t doubt that he’d actually do it. especially if you started complaining about useless things.

“cub thinks she can disobey her master, does she?” he fixes you with a harsh look before spinning to grab what he needs from the bedside drawer. the red collar gets thrown against the mattress, quickly joined by your leash and then your plug. the orange fur of the tail always looks so silky, but you’ve never felt it except for when it’s brushing teasingly against your thighs. foxes don’t have hands, after all.

he shuts the drawer, thankfully not bothering to grab the gag. it surprises you, really; after being a brat and talking back all day, you half expect him to want nothing more than to shut you up now. perhaps he wants to hear you beg for your punishment—that’s always a favourite of his—or maybe he just wants to see how far you’ll push it. you really wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case. he quite often likes to see how far you’ll go until your punishment finally breaks you and shuts you up.

not today though. today you don’t feel like talking back as an attempt to rile hongjoong up. today you just want to be his good little cub. no more being a brat and talking back to him, no pushing him to see just how mad you can make him, no pushing yourself to see just how much punishment you can take before you roll over and submit. you’re going to be a well behaved little fox cub and take your punishment like a good girl.

“nothing to say, pup?” he quirks a brow as he rests the red leather band against your throat and fastens it at your nape. soft fingers run across it, admiring how the colour sits prettily against your skin. they land on the name tag for a second, slipping into the d-ring that holds it and giving it a gentle tug. not even a squeak leaves you lips; hongjoong hums in approval. “so you’re being a good little pet for once, are you? finally learnt that good little pets don’t talk unless they’re told to?” he delivers another tug to the ring before letting it go.

“good pup.”

he grabs the leash next, swinging it around in his hands nonchalantly, as if it’s nothing in his hands. its not nothing, though. it’s everything. it solidifies your place beneath him, as a pet... his pet.

you hold your chin up, giving him space to attach the leash to the d-ring. he does so with a grin, mumbling to himself about how he’s so lucky to have such an obedient little fox. how he wishes you were always so well behaved for him. how much nicer he’d be if you didn’t insist on pushing his buttons so much. you sit and listen to it all, soaking in whatever praise you can get from his monologue.

finally, with your leash still in the palm of his hand, he turns to grab the tail. the final piece to solidify your rank as pet and nothing more. you hadn’t noticed him take the bottle of lube out of the drawer, yet he holds it in his hand. the sound of it being uncapped rings around the room, and the sickly strawberry scent clings to the air as he squirts a generous amount onto the bulbous head of the plug. he smears it round with a smirk, and without a word from him, you turn to present yourself. face down, pressed against the rough texture of the rug, ass up, your puckered hole barely covered by the thin fabric of your pyjama shorts.

“such a good pup, today,” hongjoong hums as he yanks down your shorts and wastes no time in pressing a lubed up finger to your hole. you suck in a breath as it breaches the muscle pushing deeper into you to stretch you out. “such a shame i still have to knock you down a peg or two, hm? a little good behaviour now doesn’t take away from the fact that you’re nothing more than a brat.”

you whimper as he inserts a second finger, pushing it in until his knuckles are brushing against your cheeks. he scissors them, opening you up. it’s uncomfortable, but not unfamiliar.

“but don’t worry, pretty vixen,” he muses as he fingers you open, “if you’re good, no doubt i’ll let you be my little lap dog when we’re finished.”

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[yourfatherlucifer]

Shoot Out (Hongjoong)

Outlaw!Hongjoong x afab!reader

Summary: On the roof of Hongjoong’s hideout, you decided to give him the best blowjob ever and he decides to return the favor.

Warnings: NSFW MDNI, blowjob, backshots, gun, pure smut, cursing

Genre: Smut/Drabble

AU: Outlaw/Dystopian

WC: 619

Banner: @bxd-decisions

nets: @cultofdionysusnet @pirateeznet @kflixnet @k-labels

just a short little drabble @pyeonghongrie-main @jay-scenarios @nebulousbrainsoup

"Baby, we've been sitting here for hours staking out," you whined to your outlaw of a lover, "I'm hungry, Joong."

Your boyfriend chuckled before putting his sniper rifle down, "Y/N, I know, I'm sorry, but did you not bring any snacks? I told you to." Hongjoong stared at you, pulling down his bandana.

As you watched you boyfriend turn his attention back to where his target was gonna be, you had whined again, wanting his attention back on you.

He never paid attention for long, always to worried about his work, taking down the government or anyone who got in his way, and no time for you. So maybe you should get his attention yourself.

"Joong."

"Hm?"

"Turn to me."

Hongjoong sighed and set his gun down once more, "What now?"

He watched as you crawled over to him all seductive like, "Eyes on me, baby." His eyes became filled with lust, just as yours had.

You tugged on his bottoms, prompting him to raise his hips up to help you pull them down below his waist.

"You gonna give me a little present?" Hongjoong flashed his signature devilish smirk.

You quickly glared at him to shut him up, not wanting to deal with his smart mouth. After pulling down his boxers, you gripped the base of his cock, pumping it a few times, kissing the tip every few seconds. Hongjoong's light grunts began to fill your ears, he was trying so hard not to touch you, knowing you liked to be in control when giving him head.

His knuckles turned white as he was trying to grip the rooftop below him. "Y/N, please, faster."

Rolling your eyes, you fastened your pace with your hand, finally bringing his cock to your mouth.

"FUCK!" He quickly brought his palm to his mouth, he didn't want any drones interrupting your guys playtime.

You bobbed your head up and down his shaft, eliciting moans from him that he was trying so hard not to release. But before he could send his release to you, he quickly pulled you off.

"Want to cum inside you."

Hongjoong pushed you in front of him, "Get my rifle and aim where I was, keep an eye out for him."

Hongjoong yanked down your bottoms with your underwear, running his fingers along your wet slit, his grin spreading over his face. "So wet for me already."

He rubbed his hand along your ass curve before finally slipping his fingers inside your wet cunt, pumping and curling his fingers deep inside.

You were already struggling to keep aim and focused on the scope.

"Joong, please more~" You moaned.

He took his other hand and slapped your ass, "Patience."

You whined at his behavior, wanting his cock inside of you already. Which he was taking his sweet time to do.

He pulled your hips flush to him as he continued to pump his fingers inside, "Don't worry, you'll get what you want soon, my love."

After Hongjoong finally removed his fingers, he rubbed the tip of his cock along the slit of your folds, pushing his cock inside, "Oh fuck, you feel so good, Y/N." He moaned out.

Before you could respond, he slammed his hips against yours, not giving you time to adjust, he just wanted to cum in you already.

"Hongjoong, oh my god, I can't," you already lost focus on your task and lost yourself in pleasure,

"No, you can take it, Y/N, come on, lets cum together."

Hongjoong fastened his pace but his thrusts got sloppier.

His grip on your hips became tighter as he finally released inside of you, "Ahhh, yes." He collapsed on your back.

"joong..?"

"Yes?"

"I think we missed your target-"

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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? ❜]

TUMBLR IS BASED ON REBLOGS. PLEASE REBLOG MY WORK 🖤

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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[underpinksky]

Manifesting a soft threesome with Seonghwa and Hongjoong where I am laying with my back against Seonghwa's chest and he is placing gentle kisses on top of my head, forehead and cheeks and his hands are playing with my tits while Hongjoong is between my legs, eating me out and stretching me for them.

"She's still too tight," Hongjoong would inform Hwa.

"Relax for us baby." He would place a hand on my belly and started drawing soothing circles . "You are too tense, you have to let go so we can both take you, baby."

#ateez smut #ateez x reader #ateez hard stan #ateez imagine #ateez hard hours #ateez hard thoughts #seonghwa hard thoughts #seonghwa imagines #seonghwa x you #hongjoong hard hours #hongjoong imagines #hongjoong x reader

[sanspuppet]

✰ smut: 18+

✰ Hongjoong x fem reader

✰ a/o: short scenario bcuz im bored

ㅡㅡㅡㅡ

“Fucking sl-“ Hongjoong lets out a sharp groan, as you squeeze his cock with your hand, looking up at him you can see his provoking stare at you. “You better shut up” you demand, stroking decisively his cock without looking at him, your eyes paying only attention to his hard member. “You cheated on me” he accuses, releasing his stress by gripping harshly at the sheets beneath him. “No i didn’t.” your hand develops a faster pace on his length as your frustration grows. “Keep your hand off of my dick, whore.” he quickly exasperates, though he doesn’t want to, your touch on him is driving his mind blurry, his body can’t lye that it gets so fucking excited by you. “yet you let me strip you, and you’re already climaxing” you scold him, a smirk diving into your face by watching him struggling to find a good excuse. Suddenly all his coherent thoughts vanish, when you attach your lips on his cockhead, sucking purposely on it. “He was my high school best friend” you cut your sentence, taking fully his cock down your throat, before pulling out again and continuing: “it was only a dinner to update our life situation, do you fucking get it?” Hongjoong throws his head back, letting a quivering moan. Even if he knows you’re being honest, he’s blindly jealous, having seen that brat so close to you. “Oh yeah? Did you tell him you’re mine?” Hongjoong tries to articulate, between deep sighs given by pleasure. You chuckle arrogantly, your hand stroking mindlessly his lubricated cock while you stare at his dazed face. “How about shutting the fuck up, Joong?” Your pace speeds up suddenly, squelching sounds are echoing in the room, his pressed lips are muffling his whimpers, his body starts spasming from the unexpected overstimulation: “Fuck fuck fuck ok—“ he breathes in desperately as the need of cumming on you is growing intensely inside his core. “Good boy” You lick another time on his tip, before standing up. Hongjoong follows your movements with his eyes, he watches carefully, though his mind is already went dumb. He gazes at your lower body when you move aside your unties, smirking cockily as you watch his excited yet frustrated eyes. Your fingers squeeze his muscular shoulders, holding your body on him, while bringing slowly your hips down, enough for you to feel your cunt rubbing against Hongjoong’s cock. “i better use what’s mine, don’t you agree? And you better take it.” you push your hips down his lap, embracing his dick with your soaking pussy. You rub yourself against him slowly, enough for you to stretch out, before starting to bounce simultaneously with his length buried in you. “Tell me, Joong…” you lift his chin, forcing him to look at you. “Did you understand?” your soft voice out of contrast with your rough movements. “Mmh fuck. Yes. g-got it.”

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[bro-atz]

OK, FIRST OF: MDNI PLEASE!

ok now, hear me out, imagine you share a place with ateez bc you are all broken university students, but as expected they all have a crush on you (although you are slightly unaware of that), but they notice how you look and act around them, how you react when they talk about other people or when they say that you are still their number one because no one can compare to you, they know you find them attractive, so they decide one day to take advantage of a inner house parte (which is only the nine of you) to see if they can finally show you how badly they want you. that's when a typical game of truth of dare, turns quickly into their game to make you firstly kiss all of them, tell who you thought was the strongest one, the most handsome, the one with the best hair, which hair looked better on them, etc.

until the questions started to dart your way, your ideal type, to how many times you came in one night, the best head you had, how many have people have you been with (if it was all at once or not), who did you think it was the best kisser, which of them you think would have the biggest dick, who you think would be able to make you scream by their mouth, fingers and cock, and of course, the alcohol helping for all the questions to be done and answered.

but you weren't too far behind, asking them the same questions they asked you, trying to ignore the pool in your panties, or how san and seonghwa always had a hand on you (as they were on each side of you), or how the boys would react to your questions and answers, trying to ignore how hot and bothered you were at every single hint they give that they wanted you.

until wooyoung (obvs) lost his patience, asking who would want to sleep with, the sequence of the one you'd like to have, and that was when it all went down. san, wooyoung, yeosang, hongjoong, jongho, mingi, yunho, seonghwa. that was the sequence that they did.

san is first taking you to your room, and as we all know, that man has an oral fixation and god he knows how to use his tongue, and lets not forget his strong hands, how his fingers would work you up along with his tongue.

wooyoung would be next, as he was already waiting outside the door, taking your lips on his and bringing you to his room as he fucked you with his fingers, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, telling you how much he likes to see you squirm under him, making you cum on his fingers before fucking you properly, biting your neck and breasts to leave marks, a memory that he had you.

yeonsang is next, but unlike wooyoung, he takes your hands guiding you to his room, as he pulls you into his lap, unlike the others, he allows you a bit of control as your hips rock against him while kissing you passionately before you take his cock an alligning with your entrance, sinking into his hard leaking cock with a loud moan from both, coming for the fifth time.

hongjoong is next, taking your hand and leading you to his room, but as soon as the door is closed he pushes you against it, kissing you viciously as his hands roam your body, your breasts are quickly on his mouth as one of his hands play with one of your nipples and the other finds your swollen clit and expensed core, making you whine against his touch, but he is rather gentle, that is until he takes one of your legs, wraping around his waist ready to fuck you senseless, saying all the things he always wanted while hearing you moan his name.

jongho doesn't even wait for you to step out of the room, as he takes you in his arms and takes you to his room, sitting you on his thigh, kissing you tenderly on contrary to how his hands are on you, as they move your expended core against his thigh, but only until he senses you about to break, that's when he changes position, and you are now against his bed, with him hoevering over you with a small smile, pressing himself against you, kissing you so tenderly as his cockhead plays with your entrance, before he fucks you dumb (which is not hard at this point).

when you see mingi, you cry as you know you can't feel your legs, so he does the same thing jongho did, and takes you back to his room, but just like yeosang, he lets you take the lead, to set the pace, that's the first time you take one of them on your mouth, as you give a moment for your cunt to breath, but what you didn't expect was mingi asking for you to seat on his face as you suck him off, the typical 69, as he didn't mind to take the others cum in the process, and god he was good with his tongue, almost as good as san. as you both were on the verge of cumming, you jump on his dick, cumming fast as you held you close, kissing your fucked out face before unlocking his door to yunho get you.

as sweet as the last ones had been, yunho takes you bridal style to his bedroom before laying you in his bed, his hands and eyes wandering on your body as you sudenly feel shy, but he quickly takes your hands, kissing your knuckles and wrists before pining them above your head, kissing every part of your body, taking rather time with yout neck, breasts and thighs, leaving your aching core last, feather like kisses as his free fingers played with your entrance making you squirm under him, crying from all the overstimulation, only when you are about to cum he stops, taking him time with his clothes, pumping him hard dick while looking at you from above, watching your features as his cock slides inside your expended walls, making you moan louder than you have previous as another wave of orgasm hits you. he kiss you tenderly before opening the room, taking you in his arms and handing you to seonghwa.

possibly the gentlest one of them all, he asks you why you pick him last, you smile saying he and san were the ones you were most curious about, so choose one for first and the other for last, he chuckle at that as he layed you down on his bed (the same room he shared with san). seonghwa is def the most gentle of them all as he takes his time with you, hands and mouth worshiping every part of your body as he knows you are too spent, but the sight of him between your legs makes you crave him more, as if the other seven had never been in you.

that's when you take his hair in your hands, pulling his head towards your cunt as he ravish on it as a starved man, you can feel his tongue in everypart of you, thanking whoever could listen for providing park seonghwa with such a long and flexible tongue that could reach places inside you you didnt even know it was possible.

as the second orgasm was bulding up in your lower abdomen, you hear a smal chuckle beside you, not noticing how san had entered the room and was now watching you and seonghwa, cock out, his fingers around it, as you lick your lips as you realized the two were the only ones that havent gotten their cocks inside of you.

both notice your stares as seonghwa keeps fucking you with his tongue and san gets closer to the bed as you reach for his cock, wraping it around your lips, his hands going for your hair, the praising running wide from both of them, on how well you had taken all of them, how well your mouth felt around san, how pretty you looked all fucked out for them.

seonghwa is the first to enter your core, san's cock still in your mouth as he takes a slow pace, because he will only cum in your cunt, on the other hand, seonghwa in pounding into you mercilesly, praising you on how well you are taking him cock, on how well you will take him and san, making you finally realize their plan and whimper against san's cock, getting a chuckle from the other two as san's cock is out of your mouth and seonghwa pulls you to look at him as you two cum together.

in a fast movement, he is under you, your back against his hard chest as you notices san kneeling on the bed between your legs, cock hard on his fist, but before you can say anything, seonghwa is pushing his cock against your asshole, streching that part of your body making you cry against him, as they both praise you for everything. once seonghwa is inside is when san takes your cunt, making you cry all over again, filling as full as you have ever felt.

as they take diffenrent rythims, you realize you are never fully filled and never fully empty as san's fingers play with your clit, seonghwa plays with your nipples. which doesn't take long before you cum over and over again thanks to them, fully expent for everything.

san takes you in his arms as seonghwa put the two beds together and takes a cloth to clean you up, san is quick to pull you into his arms, kissing every part of your face while praising you for everything you have done. seognhwa is quick to find you two, taking your other side, quickly joining san as you feel yourself drifting to sleep in both their arms.

i'm sorry this was long af but yeah, hope you enjoyed the hard thoughts hehehe

BABES YOU ARE ACTUALLY INSANE FOR THIS AND I HATE THAT IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO RESPOND UGH BUT IM BACK AT MY DESK AT HOME NOW ALL IS WELL LETS MF DO THIS

FIRST OF ALL: SANHWA? YOURE TRYING TO HURT ME ARENT YOU

san's oral fixation is so on point and him and his fuckin tongue???? you got that you nailed it man's would literally be insatiable tangling his tongue with yours and just whining slightly into your mouth bc fuck you're good at kissing too and he could just melt into you right then and there

wooyoung being such a flirt and tease UGH he totally would just keep talking to you the whole time and get you more riled up and when he finally shuts up and just focuses on biting you and kissing you like that? it's all over for you fr

yeosang is totally more do less talk but i feel like he'd be so nervous the whole time too which is why he'd be so??? forward??? and when he does speak to you, it's in a fucking low ass, soft voice bc fuck he's been so drawn to you from day one and wants to show you but does he say it??? nO

hongjoong taking charge is so captain-esque and professional of him fs but thE LEG AROUND HIS WAIST? FUCKING YOU AGAINST THE DOOR???? he'd make that door rattle so hard people would think its going to fucking break down

EXCUSE ME OFC JONGHO WOULD SIT YOU ON HIS LAP AND MAKE YOU RIDE HIS THIGH BC HE FUCKING KNOWS HIS THIGHS ARE EVER Y THING and he totally would be so gentle and soft but that's also so erotic of him to just be sweet from the waist up but spicy from the waist down????? tranquilize me pls

you are SO FOUL FOR THE MINGI 69 BC YES??? i mean yes. and he would literally have to stop every so often to keep his shit together bc w you sucking him off like that, how is he fna properly focus on the sweet taste of your cunt?

yunho being the sweetest thing on earth is correct but also i feel like he'd be really pent up himself and want to treat you sweetly and well before entering you, but once inside? oh fuck he's fucking you to oblivion for sure and just annihilating you bc he has no self control anymore

seonghwa iN BETWEEN YOUR LEGS WOULD BE SUCH A SIGHT TO BEHOLD LORD IM FOAMING AT THE MOUTH THINKING ABT IT he would be so calculative with all of his movements and decisions and just snsdnfsdnfs HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME IM FUCKIN ON THE GROUND WEEPING

AND HOW DARE YOU FINISH W SANHWA ITS LIKE YOU WANT ME TO JUST SIT HERE AND FUCKIN COMBUST NUH UH THE SEX? TOP NOTCH. THE AFTERCARE? BEAUTIFUL. FALLING ASLEEP BETWEEN THE TWO OF THEM? SIGN ME UP HARDER

DARLING BABES SWEETHEART LOVE I NEED YOU TO NEVER DO THIS TO ME AGAIN OR I WILL LITERALLY THROW MYSELF OUT THE WINDOW THIS IS HARD HOURS YET YOU GOT ME SITTING HERE SOBBING AND WISHING THIS WAS REAL /hj

#bro <3 yaya #ateez hard hours #the amount of tags i'd have to add to this........ lemme be lazy #sanhwa hard hours #sanhwa smut #ateez smut #ateez hard thoughts #sanhwa hard thoughts #hongjoong hard hours #seonghwa hard hours #yunho hard hours #yeosang hard hours #san hard hours #mingi hard hours #wooyoung hard hours #jongho hard hours #bro wants to start crying just saying

[whatudowhennooneseesyou]

Daddy!January: Day 3

Face-Sitting w Daddy!Hongjoong

Request by @mrcarrots 

Content Includes: Soft!Dom Hongjoong x sub!fem reader, face-sitting, reader has female anatomy, suggestive themes of sex, dirty talk, like A LOT OF IT!, kissing, praise, use of the term c*m and c*ck, banter, cum play, fingering, aftercare and of course possessiveness (because it’s fucking Hongjoong.)

This fic is the same Hongjoong from my ‘10 Days of PyeongHong November’ series. 

Word Count: 1,283

‘You did so well for me honey, such a precious angel for Daddy’ 

A gentle smile fell upon your face as Hongjoong planted messy kisses along the side of your face and jaw, his body covered in a sheen of sweat and his cock still throbbing warm inside of you. 

The sex was needier than usual, you hadn’t seen each other in awhile and there was a lot of built-up tension from Hongjoong’s end. 

Your thoughts were shifted as Hongjoong pressed a wet and noisy kiss to your lips, the plushness of his lips soothing your red and teeth-bitten ones. 

‘Did you cum?’ Hongjoong pulled away, his soft eyes filled with concern as he gently brushed the strands of hair away from your face. 

You hesitated, your eyes furrowing in hesitation and you weren’t sure if you should tell him the truth. 

Healthy relationships are about communication though, even if this is your first relationship. 

‘No’ you whispered softly, wincing lightly as Hongjoong pulled his cock out of you, the feeling of lube from the condom dripping out of you lightly and making you squirm. 

‘No?’ Hongjoong questioned, a look of disappointment on his face and you quickly scrambled as he pulled away, sitting on the side of the bed. 

‘But it’s okay, I feel good, great actually. I had a good time anyway’ You reassured, sitting up against the headboard, trying to allude your contentment with the expression on your face. 

‘It’s not okay angel, I can’t let you go to sleep without making you cum at least once’ Hongjoong spoke flatly as he removed the condom, made a knot and threw it in the trash can. 

‘I wouldn’t be a good boyfriend if you don’t cum every time we fuck’ His eyes pinned on yours, filled with ambition and need. 

The intensity of his eyes made you blush and you pulled the blanket around your chest, covering you up slightly. 

‘That’s your benchline for being a good boyfriend? How many times can you make me orgasm?’ A light chuckle filled the room, you were trying to ease the tension of the moment. 

‘Maybe you should have higher standards’ A soft giggle left your throat, your eyes sparkling with humour. 

‘Well, what would you know about having standards?’ Hongjoong quipped back, a teasing chuckle rumbled out of his chest as you playfully slapped his shoulder. 

‘Hey, don’t use my inexperience against me!’ You joked teasingly, deliberately making your bottom lip pout and pretending to be hurt. 

‘Okay, Okay, I’m sorry, that probably was too much’ He stared up at you as his head hit the pillow, reaching for your hand and pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles, grazing them with his thumb. 

‘You always go on about how happy you are that you’re my first boyfriend, maybe my standards should be higher because you’re my first?’ You glanced at Hongjoong with mischief, your tongue peeking between your teeth. 

‘Well, you should have high standards, I’ve made it so no one else can satisfy you like I can’ 

He placed your hand down as he propped his head up on his head, his body facing towards you as he rubbed the outside of your thigh. 

‘Which I’m not doing right now because you haven’t cummed yet’

‘It’s okay babe, I’m fine honestly. We’re both tired to go another round and you have to get up early for tomorrow’. 

Hongjoong’s stubborn tone meant this conversation was not going to end anytime soon. 

‘What do you mean another round? I just want you to feel good’ 

Your head tilted to the side, eyebrow raised. 

‘How?’ 

Hongjoong leaned over and grabbed your hand, placing it on his chest as his voice was velvety with lust and desire. 

‘Sit on my face’ 

The blatant response caused your cheeks to blush and a surprised gasp leave your throat, the act always unnerved you but you were still needy and uncomfortable from not reaching your release. 

‘You sure?’ 

‘Yes, I am angel’ He adjusted his position so he was flat on his back, his face still turned towards your direction. 

‘Now get over here’. 

Hongjoong was so eager to taste you that you almost fell over as he manhandled you, his strong hands pulling you so you were hovering over his face. 

His gaze stared at your wet and dripping, saliva already pooling in his mouth at the sight of how aroused you were. 

‘What are you staring at?’ You looked down at him, a glint of curiosity in your eyes. 

‘Me angel? I’m staring at this pretty cunt that’s in my face, that’s what I’m doing’. 

Before you could quip back, Hongjoong’s tongue was buried against you, the wet muscle making hard and quick circles against your clit, his hands firmly pressed against your hips. 

‘Mmm, what a sweet cunt, it’s my cunt isn’t it?’ He murmured into your mound, his breath hot and panting against your core. 

A light ‘thwack’ to the curve of your arse caused you to jolt, your thighs quaking at the touch. 

‘I said it’s MY cunt isn’t it angel?’ Hongjoong demanded, his eyes darkening at the authoritative tone and awaiting an answer. 

‘Yes Daddy, this cunt is only for you’ You whined in response, grasping strands of Hongjoong’s hair and pressing his face against your clit, needing him to continue the motion from before. 

‘Good, and never forget it’ Hongjoong warned, his hands grabbing your inner thighs and helping you spread your legs further, your cunt further opening and glistening for his tongue. 

There was something about the taste of you that drove Hongjoong in a dominant frenzy, well…it was really any part of you that drove Hongjoong into a dominant frenzy but there was something about having you mewl while he was sucking the pleasure out of you that drove him insane. 

He could feel his mind drift away, his brain scattered with the thoughts of just pleasing you, he had to make you orgasm, he had to make sure you saw the fucking moon with his touch so you would never forget just how fucking GOOD he can make you feel. 

His ramblings became utter filth as he heard you let out a high-pitched whine as two of his fingers slid with ease inside of you, his lashes fluttering as he felt how warm your core was against him. 

‘Such a good fucking cunt, my pretty cunt’ His tongue flicked the underside of your clit, enhancing the intensity of the moment, ‘Scream for me angel, want to feel you soak my face, I love the way you drip for me’. 

Your thighs were shaking with the pent-up pressure, you surely would have fallen over if it weren’t for Hongjoong’s hands keeping you up-right, your back arching and your pelvis grinding as you desperately clenched around Hongjoong’s fingers, so close to your release. 

‘H-hongjoong…I’m….please…so close’ you stammered out, your elbows leaning against your headboard and your noises increasing in pitch. 

‘Cum for me pretty, let me make you feel good, want to feel you throb around my fingers’. 

A strategic nudge to your g-spot had you releasing over Hongjoong’s face, his tongue ravishly licking up your cum and wetness, the words ‘good girl’ and ‘you taste so fucking good’ were heard as you came down from your high. 

The thud of the bed resounded through the room as you flopped over on your side, dreamily looking up at Hongjoong with a soft smile on your face. 

‘Thank you’ You sighed out, your eyes closing with sleep. 

‘No need to thank me hun’ Hongjoong whispered, kissing your forehead as he covered your shoulders with the blanket. 

‘Anything for my pretty angel’. 

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LEAVE ME WITH NOTHING — kim hongjoong.

pairing. fwb!hongjoong x fembodied!reader

synopsis. kim hongjoong and the moon has a lot of things in common. grand, captivating and most of all — no ones to keep.

genre/warnings. angst but not really at all (?), more just confusion while trying to make sense of feelings, smut ! mdni .

word count. 5.7k

IS IT POSSIBLE TO YEARN AFTER AND CRAVE SOMETHING YOU’VE NEVER HAD?

A question asked into the darkness of the night when nothing but the moon lits up your room, peeking and forcing its way through the blinds. 

Ultimately unwelcomed and it disturbs your sleep, something that you’ll be annoyed about once your alarm clock goes off and you’ll have to force your way through the day with only a few hours of sleep — and the only thing left to blame for your frustration — is the moon.

But despite being unwanted, the dim yet so bright beams still peeks through your blinds and prevents you from slipping into slumber. Intruding, really.

Perhaps it’s not the moon’s doing, you think. Your restlessness and inability to fall asleep isn’t the moon’s doing, no, you know it isn’t.

It’s the question of yearning and craving something you’ve never had that prevents you from closing your eyes and from fading into deep slumber. It’s not the moon nor is it the sound of cars in the distance, it’s the question. 

The question that runs through your mind over, and over again — and just like it prevents you from focusing during the day — it seems to keep you up at night, too.

Is it possible to yearn for and crave something you’ve never had?

And if not, then what exactly is Kim Hongjoong?

While the moon most definitely intrudes its way into your room, so does Kim Hongjoong, you think. The only difference between the two is that you at least try to shut the moon and its beams out, and as for Hongjoong?

Well, you suppose you actively allow him to slip into the darkness of your room. Perhaps you beg, even, for him to slip through your front door and into the darkness.

But other than that, they’re pretty similar, you think. 

Out of reach and equally captivating, something you want but will never have — only meant to exist and be admired long after the sun has set.

A description of the moon or Kim Hongjoong, you may never know.

What you do know, however, is that the moon simply isn’t something you can ever acquire — and that you, sincerely, never stood a chance.

A chance of resisting the temptations of getting something you know you can’t have, a temptation that comes along with sleeping with Hongjoong. Something you thought you realized the very first time you drunkenly kissed him in the alleyway outside of his favorite bar downtown — something you only truly realized when he fucked you in the back of his car a few moments later.

Kim Hongjoong is someone you’ve never truly had and never will have, so, therefore, you ask what has turned into a recurring question for the nth time of the night. Is it possible to yearn after and crave something you’ve never had?

And if it is, just how do you go about it?

K.HJ : are you up?

The screen of your phone reflects in your wine glass, and you don’t need to look at the notification to know what — or who — it is. It’s just past 11 PM, and there’s only ever one person reaching out to you at this hour.

Just like you know just who it is before even looking, he, too, knows that you’re, in fact, up and very much awake.

It’s more of an invitation, you think. An invitation for you to come over, and if not — it’s a way of him asking if he can come over. In classic Kim Hongjoong style, of course — ever so charming, and ever so casual.

And the Kim Hongjoong style, despite being so casual, it’s almost lethal in a way — and you?

You’re the main victim.

You can’t bring yourself to complain, though.

You suppose you signed up for it when you fell into a relationship based on lust and desire with someone you had only considered as a brief friend. 

Perhaps a friend of a friend, even, at least that’s what he was; until he no longer was.

Until you agreed to accompany him out for a cigarette, to sober up after a night of one too many drinks — only to slip your fingers into his hair while complimenting the bright red color he had dyed it the night before. 

That’s where it went wrong, you suppose, because if you hadn’t gotten so close and tangled your hands through his hair — you probably never would’ve gotten a taste of his lips and the cigarettes that lingered on his tongue.

The start of a chain reaction, really, one that led to you craving the cigarette taste lingering on his lips again, and again. And again.

Not tonight though, you have to tell yourself.

‘’You up for another glass?’’

The voice of your friend rips your eyes away from the screen of your phone before you even get to consider the option of leaving. You’re thankful it does, because if he hadn’t spoken up — you might’ve actually succumbed. 

Succumbed to the craving of Kim Hongjoong, that being said.

A hum leaves your throat as you look over at your friend, curious eyes peeking through the doorway leading into his kitchen. Wine bottle in hand, he waits for you to reply. 

‘’No, it’s getting late, thank you though,’’

Your mumbled reply brings a sigh out of the man, accompanied by a roll of his eyes as he disappears behind the door frame. 

‘’You’re getting boring,’’ You hear him mumble, followed by the sound of liquid pouring into what you assume is his wineglass. ‘’You’re getting old.’’

A chuckle rips through your chest as he emerges back from the kitchen, placing his now-filled wineglass onto the table before returning to his original position, slumped beside you. ‘’No,’’ You shake your head, ‘’I’m just responsible.’’

Your remark, meant to be playful, brings out a chuckle of his own as he stretches his limbs out and across the couch. ‘’One can’t enjoy a second glass of wine on a Friday night?’’ The equally playful raise of his eyebrows as the question slips past his lips causes yet another chuckle to leave the back of your throat.

‘’Of course,’’ You let out, ‘’But I also have to get home, on my own, in the middle of the night,’’

Seonghwa just shrugs his shoulders in response, both his arms coming up to rest behind his head as he looks over at you. 

‘’Or I just go with you, to make sure you get home safely,’’ He shrugs yet again as his eyes dart back to the TV, ‘’Or would Hongjoong not like that?’’

The sudden mention of Hongjoong causes you to frown. A frown you try to hide by letting your gaze land on the TV, one Seonghwa misses. 

It’s not the mention of Hongjoong itself that causes a sense of heaviness to spread across your chest, it’s the question. The question of whether or not Hongjoong would mind another man taking you home.

A question you, frankly, do not know how to answer. A question you wish you could answer, a question you wish you knew the answer to.

You do. You just wish it was the answer was different.

‘’He wouldn’t care.’’

You reply, honestly. It stings and you wish it wasn’t true, but it is, so you give your friend the most honest answer there is. He wouldn’t care, perhaps you would’ve liked for him to.

For him to actually care.

Seonghwa just hums in response. His eyes remain focused on the TV screen, mindlessly watching the movie he had put on long before you arrived and missed half of because he opted to dive into conversation with you instead of watching.

‘’So it’s still just causal between the two of you, I take it,’’

Casual. While what you and Hongjoong share feels far more than just casual, you suppose Seonghwa isn’t wrong when he says it’s casual. 

Casual, as in nothing established, but far from casual as in not important.

For you, at least. For you it’s important.

You’re not sure if it is for Hongjoong, though. 

Therefore, Seonghwa doesn’t lie when he asks if it’s still just casual. It is, despite your growing desire for something more.

‘’Yeah,’’ Maybe you should’ve accepted his offer about another glass of wine, you think. At least if this is the next conversation Seonghwa decides to dive into, the conversation of you and Hongjoong, one you’re not certain you wish to dive into — one you know you kind of have to dive into.

‘’Is that what you want?’’ 

With the question trailing off his lips and his eyes darting back to look at you, you realize that this is the next conversation your friend chooses to dive into. And that you most definitely should’ve gotten another glass of wine, if you wish to truly discuss the matter at hand. 

‘’Something casual, I mean.’’

Perhaps. Maybe not. You don’t know. Perhaps you’d like to establish something, anything — what you are, if you even are something — you truly do not know.

So you tell him just that. ‘’I don’t know.’’ You shrug, in an attempt to come off as more unbothered than you are. Seonghwa just looks at you, his lips pressed into a thin line and you think he’s trying to decipher you.

‘’I fear I don’t know the man any better than you do,’’ He shrugs after a moment of silence, ‘’Perhaps talk to Mingi about it. If you can’t get anything out of Hongjoong, I mean,’’

He’s not wrong, and you know he isn’t. Mingi is the one who introduced you to Hongjoong after all, and if there’s anyone who knows him — it’s Mingi.

But you haven’t even tried to get anything out of Hongjoong. You don’t want to, either. Because you don’t know just what it is you’re looking to get out of him, other than something to satisfy the craving. 

The craving of having something you’ve never had, and in this case, it’s Kim Hongjoong.

‘’I will,’’ You hum, ‘’Thank you.’’

The buzzing of your phone, followed by the screen lighting up the ceiling just above your bedside table doesn’t exactly come as a surprise. The clock reads just past 1 AM, and for a moment, you almost start wondering if tonight is one of the nights he lets you bathe in your own despair and yearning.

Almost.

Because somewhere along the lines he, too, feels the same yearning — for you or for intimacy, you’re not sure — something he proves when the screen of your phone lights up and nothing but his name decorates the screen.

K.HJ : are you sleeping?

YOU : no

K.HJ : i’m coming over

The creative process is always more important than the end result. While it’s hard to navigate through and possibly even harder to understand, it’s still more important and certainly more giving, you think.

Kim Hongjoong is no different, you suppose. 

Kim Hongjoong, a true work of art. An ever-changing, never quite done, work of art, you think. Constantly changing and can’t seem to settle — alternating, maybe altering — a more fitting word for someone like him.

For someone like Kim Hongjoong, who wears his now vibrant blue hair down and while most people wouldn’t go for a leopard fur coat a few sizes too big, Hongjoong does. Most people probably wouldn’t look good doing it, either — Hongjoong does. 

Remarkable, noteworthy, and always changing.

And incredibly hard not to want, you think.

The front door barely creaks open before a small figure pushes their way through the gap, allowing themselves to enter your apartment — something only an intruder would do, and you suppose that’s kind of what he is.

‘’Fuck,’’ You can smell the cigarettes lingering in the fabric of his coat the second he slips into your apartment, ‘’It’s fucking freezing out,’’

The sound of your fingers twisting the lock in place echoes through the apartment, and as you go to look over at the man — he’s nowhere to be seen, and the worn-down shoes kicked across the floor tell you he’s already taken it upon himself to enter your space.

An intruder, really. You don’t mind it.

‘’You can’t do that,’’ It’s mumbled, the way the words leave your lips as you walk across the floor, ‘’You scared the shit out of me.’’ 

Your eyes land on the fur coat discarded on the floor of your living room, almost taunting you, in a way. Scolding you for succumbing to your cravings once more and allowing him to slip into the comfort of your apartment even though you have to be up in a few hours.

You don’t care. You, frankly, do not care.

The sight of his small, but noble, figure slumped down on the couch almost brings a chuckle out of you. Kim Hongjoong, ever so straightforward. You can’t help but find it charming, though.

He just shrugs, a wolfish grin plastered on his lips as you come into view. As a way to tell you that he doesn’t care, that he knows you don’t care.

You know I can, and I know you’ll allow me to.

He just looks at you for a moment, his gaze flickering up and down your figure before his tongue comes out to swipe across his bottom lip. ‘’Come here,’’

You’re already on it before he tells you to. 

His gaze remains fixated on you as you carefully walk across the floor, and he can tell you’re dragging it out — just to feel his gaze on you for a little longer. He knows it, and he doesn’t mind it. He enjoys it, even.

If it’s the view of you with nothing but a t-shirt hanging off your frame, or if it’s the knowledge of you wanting — craving — his gaze on you and the sense of power that comes with it that he enjoys, you’re not sure.

Small, but firm hands grab onto your sides as soon as you’re within reach, followed by a pleased hum as they help you place yourself on top of him. They’re cold, something you note even though the thin fabric separates them from directly touching your skin. 

You watch as his eyes dart down, almost like he’s taking you in once more now that your legs are placed on either side of his body — his fingers lightly dancing up your sides.

‘’You look cute,’’ It’s just above a whisper, and equally mumbled, yet loud enough for you to hear him. A light chuckle leaves the back of your throat as your fingers slip into his hair, lightly tugging at the strands that fall between your fingers — you’re teasing him, in the one way you know he loves.

And by the way his lips part and the way his grip on you grows more firm, you know you’ve succeeded. 

‘’No,’’ You whisper back, shaking your head, ‘’You’re just horny.’’

The curl of his lips causes a smile of your own to form on your lips. It’s a smile telling you that you’re right, you think. A smile in agreement, and equal playfulness, too.

He gathers more fabric between his fingers, using the grip to pull you closer to him. Something that pulls a small yelp out of you as his forehead presses against your own. He hums as he lets go of the fabric resting against your sides, allowing his fingers to wander further down your body.

‘’That,’’ He mumbles, his eyes darting down to watch his fingers wander until they reach the hem of your shirt. The feeling of his cold fingertips dancing across your exposed thighs ever so lightly brings a small gasp out of you, one that brings a pleased hum out of the man seated underneath you.

‘’I might be,’’ His eyes wander back up, meeting yours — and you think you might pass out as they do. 

Lust, yearning and eagerness — all combined and lingering behind his hooded gaze, something you nothing but reciprocate. ‘’But whose fault is that, huh?’’

He doesn’t give you the chance to respond. Not that you would have if he did.

His hands remain placed on your thighs as his lips meet yours, the tips of his fingers lightly digging into the skin. It’s nothing but a chaste, small peck onto your own — until it’s not, until he presses his lips against your own once more — with much more force, and all the more eagerness.

Eagerness to have you, to feel you; something he conveys by allowing his tongue to swipe across your own and by allowing his fingernails to slightly sink into your flesh. Your fingers remain buried into his hair, fingertips grazing his scalp as you gather more strands into your fists.

It’s always this way, though, you think. He’s always this eager, and it’s always just as straight forward, no matter what time or where he is. He’s eager and passionate about everything he does, and you — you’re no exception.

A light tug of his hair brings a low grunt out of him, one that gets muffled by his tongue slipping into your mouth and deepening the kiss further. 

‘’Was worried you’d be asleep,’’ He mumbles into the kiss as his hands glide over your warm skin, fingertips slipping under the fabric of your shirt that rests against the top of your thighs. “Worried I wouldn’t be able to see you.”

You hum against his lips, ‘’Worried you wouldn’t get to fuck?’’

Your question causes the man to chuckle, pulling away ever so slightly before tilting his head. His tongue comes out to collect the saliva that had gathered in the corner of his mouth, as both surprise and amusement paints his features.

‘’Mouthy today, are we?’’ He remarks, and you suppose it’s true, too. Why, is something you can’t answer — but if you had to guess, it has to do with the question still somehow lingering in the back of your mind.

He’s here, and you have him — so just why are you craving for more, and despite having him right underneath you, why does it feel like he’s not really there?

You already know why.

Because he’s here to fuck — not to see you. You, as in who you are, you, as someone that holds more significance than just someone to slip into the sheets with.

And the realization that you’re nothing more than just that — it stings, and it leaves a deep burning sensation to linger deep within your chest. A sensation you know you have, frankly, no right to feel.

“Am I wrong?” You challenge him. A challenge he accepts by allowing a breathy chuckle to trail off his lips as and for one of his hands to leave the top of your thigh.

“What if I told you,” He whispers back after a moment, allowing the same hand to travel up the side of your body, “that you are?”

Strike one.

Dainty, manicured fingers comes up to cup the side of your neck, cold fingertips slipping into your hair, “That maybe,” His lips brush against your own as the words leave his lips ever so quietly, “I just wanted to see you?”

Strike two.

“Would that be so wrong?”

By the third strike, you decide you can’t take another one. To stop him from further breaking your heart, you give him the best answer you can — by pressing your lips against his own, capturing his lips in a kiss both more hungry and urgent than the previous one.

You know he’s lying. You know it’s meant to be playful, that his words mean nothing more than just some meaningless teasing. But it’s not, it’s not playful to you — it’s borderline heartwrenching.

The man seated underneath you grunts into the kiss as your teeth clash together. The hand placed on top of your thighs wanders back up to your hips, fingers harshly grabbing onto the fabric adorning the area. 

The sudden tug at the strands of hairs that had fallen in between his fingers pulls a whine out of you, a whine that Hongjoong muffles and discards as his tongue swipes across your bottom lip. Slowly, he guides your hips against his crotch — and the friction causes yet another whine to spill past your lips.

A low hiss leaves the back of his throat as you sink your teeth into his bottom lip, something that causes his grip on your hip to grow more firm as he slightly bucks his hips up against you. Desperate, in a way, you think.

The desperation is mutual, though — something you prove by grabbing onto the hand placed on top of your hip, before guiding it down to the hem of shirt.

A muffled chuckle leaves his lips as he pulls away from the kiss, fingers fiddling with the fabric in an attempt to push it away and up your stomach. 

‘’So eager,’’ He mumbles as he manages to get the fabric out of the way, and he doesn’t give you the chance to defend yourself before his fingers slip under the hem of your underwear.

Fingers pressing firmly against your slit pulls a hum out of you. A hum in both agreement and in pleasure, a hum to confirm that you are, in fact, eager. Eager to feel more, for him to give you more than just fingers pressing against you.

Another chuckle rips through his chest, almost like he’s taunting you before his lips are back onto yours. Slowly, his fingers begin to draw light circles over your clit, far from what you need but enough to satisfy you for now.

‘’Always loved that about you,’’ He mumbles as a small moan trails of your lips in result of his fingers speeding up ever so slightly, ‘’How eager you are,’’

You’re about to reply, to tell him that he’s the one who’s always so eager, when his hand suddenly slips out of your underwear — causing your eyes to shutter back open to look at him, to try and see why he stopped.

The confusion written on your face, combined with the desperation for him to continue causes the corners of his lips to curl into a grin. A satisfied grin, and equally playful. His fingers slip out of your hair, grabbing onto your jaw before swiping the thumb across your bottom lip.

‘’Open,’’ He commands, and you allow your lips to part — just for him to place his fingers against your tongue. A low ‘ah’ escapes past his lips as your tongue swipes across the pads of his fingers, his eyes darting down to look at the way your saliva coats his fingers.

His eyes low and lips slightly parted as your lips wrap around the base of his fingers, and you can’t help but smile as you feel him twitch against your clothed core. ‘’Fuck,’’ He groans as his fingers slip out of your mouth, now wet and coated in saliva. ‘’Might cum by just watching you,’’

The laugh that almost leaves your lips gets ripped away and replaced by a gasp as his fingers return to their original position, slipped under your underwear and pressed firmly against your slit. His fingers tighten around your jaw, using the grip to capture your lips in yet another messy kiss.

He wastes no time before once more drawing circles over your clit — this time much more firmly and all the more determined. A low whine leaves your lips as his tongue swipes across your own, allowing yourself to get lost in the taste of his lips, in the feeling of his fingers rapidly drawing circles against you — to get lost in him.

Despite having found yourself in this position countless of times before, Hongjoong somehow always makes it feel like it’s the first time. Like it’s the first time you’re experiencing his touch, like his lips have never collided with your own before — the hunger and the excitement is still there, like the first time.

You often find yourself wondering just where you would be if you never did kiss him that night. If you never had gotten a taste of something that would later turn out to be almost lethal — where would you be, and what would Hongjoong mean to you?

Would he have remained as nothing more other than Mingi’s producer friend? Would he have remained as the guy who showed up with different hair colors every time you saw him, and the guy who had never once shown any interest in you or anyone else, really — something you will never know, you suppose.

Perhaps things could’ve gone differently, you think. If you never had kissed him, a kiss that turned into a relationship based on lust and confusion, you could’ve gotten to know him differently. As a friend.

Perhaps then, there could’ve been something more.

Something that is no longer possible, now that it’s too late.

It doesn’t take long for the man to push you over the edge, something he notices once your legs start quivering and squeezing shut around his hand. ‘’Hongjoong,’’ You manage to breathe out, fingers grabbing onto his hair even harder. As a warning, you think, to tell him you’re close. To tell him not to stop.

Something he doesn’t listen to, something he discards as his fingers suddenly slip out of your underwear once more, ripping and taking your orgasm away from you. Perhaps you should’ve seen it coming, you think as a shaky breath leaves your lips and he clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth.

‘’No, not yet, want you to come around me,’’ 

You wish to tell him off, to curse at him for taking your orgasm away. You don’t. Instead, your eyes meet his — lust lingering behind them, and a hint of playfulness.

‘’Then fuck me, now.’’

Your breathy attempt to command him causes a chuckle to rip through his chest as your lips meet his own, hands immediately coming down to fiddle with the zipper of his pants. 

‘’Already on it,’’ He mumbles into the kiss, hastily and clumsily pushing his pants down his thighs — followed by his underwear.

A hiss leaves his lips as his fingers wrap around his length, red and leaking from the tip from not receiving any attention. His fingers curl around the fabric of your underwear before pulling it to the side, too eager to take them off completely. You don’t mind — you’re just as desperate.

He breaks the kiss to lean backward, hand lazily stroking himself before pressing the tip against your now exposed entrance. The feeling causes a small moan to leave your lips, pushing yourself up in order for him to comfortably slip himself into you.

The stretch slightly burns as a result of him not properly prepping you, but you don’t care. The orgasm he ripped away from you was more than enough prepping you, you think.

A low grunt leaves his throat as you slowly sink down on his length, hands coming down to grab onto your hips. Rubbing small, soft circles onto your hips, he attempts to comfort you as your eyes flutter shut, face twisting into a combination of pain and pleasure.

It’s not until he’s fully buried inside of you that you let go of a breath you didn’t know you were holding, eyes fluttering back open — just to be met by a sight that almost causes your breath to hitch in your throat.

With his bottom lip placed between his teeth, he looks at you through hooded eyes. A sight for sore eyes, really. And equally heartbreaking, too.

‘’Come here,’’ He breathes as he pulls you against him, capturing your lips in yet another kiss. This time, it’s a soft one, one that feels almost too intimate. He presses another one onto the corner of your lips, before placing another one on your jaw. ‘’Let me take care of you.’’

It’s a whisper that sends a chill down your spine, followed by a whimper as his hips slowly thrust into you. Your hands slip out of his hair and come down to grab onto his shoulders, before resting your head in the crook of his neck. 

Moments like these, where he allows you to melt into him and submerge yourself in him, aren’t exactly rare — but that doesn’t make them any less special.

One hand wanders to your back, placing it firmly against your lower back before slowly thrusting into you once more. ‘’So tight,’’ He mumbles, ‘’All for me, right?’’

You just nod in response, unable to give him any other form of response as his length slides further into you. He just hums before slightly picking up his speed, ‘’Look at me.’’

The hand placed on your hip comes up to grab onto the side of your face, forcing you to look at him. Your lips part as he thrusts into you, slightly harder than the previous one — his fingers coming around to wrap themselves around your throat.

It’s not rough, the way they grab onto the sides of your neck. It’s more a way of just keeping you there, to feel you, you think. The whine that spills past your lips causes a hiss to leave his lips, burying himself deep inside of you.

‘’Say it,’’ He breathes, ‘’Say you’re mine.’’

‘’I’m yours,’’

As the words leave your lips, low and no higher than a whisper, only then does he pick up his pace. A broken moan rips its way through your chest as he thrusts into you, with much more force and more rhythmic than the previous, slow pace he had set for himself.

I’m yours.

‘’Good girl.’’

I’m yours, but you’re not mine.

His hand delivering a harsh slap onto one of your asscheeks causes a yelp to leave your lips. The softness and intimateness that had just been present now nowhere to be found, and he’s back to being rough.

Rough, with the intention of making you cum before heading out.

His fingers squeeze the side of your neck before using the grip to lead you back into the crock of his neck, both hands coming down to grab onto your hips. The new gip makes it easier for him to slam your body onto him, meeting his thrusts halfway — the tip of his cock brushing past your g-spot.

‘’Fuck,’’ He grunts as your hips comes down, ‘’You fuck everyone this good?’’

You just moan in response, fingernails threatening to dig into the skin of his shoulders. Hongjoong, as talkative as always — especially during sex, you think.

‘’I don’t,’’ You manage to breathe out, your hips coming down to meet the base of his cock once more, ‘’I don’t fuck anyone else,’’

A confession, really. Confirmation of your previous statement. I’m yours, I’m only yours.

A guttural groan rips through him as the words, the confession, leave your lips. His fingers grab onto your hips even harder, fingertips digging into your skin and you’re sure they’ll leave marks for you to see once you’re done.

A reminder, for when he’s gone.

‘’Because you’re mine,’’

You can feel yourself growing closer to your orgasm with each harsh thrust, the knot in your stomach forming faster the more he speaks. The orgasm he had ripped away from you still lingers, waiting to be released — something that’ll happen sooner than you’d like for it to.

‘’You like that?’’ A breathy chuckle escapes past his lips, mocking you, ‘’You like hearing you’re mine?’’ 

A nod against his neck is all you have to offer him, followed by a moan as your hips come down his length. One of his hands slips away and down your legs, before pressing two fingers against your clit. 

‘’Come,’’ He breathes, fingers harshly rubbing against you. ‘’Make me yours.’’

The knot snaps before you even have the time to prevent it from happening, a broken moan getting caught in your throat as your orgasm washes over you. Your fingernails sink into his skin as you attempt to ground yourself, something that brings a loud groan out of the man seated underneath you.

For a moment, it feels like the whole world stops around you. Like there’s nothing but you and Hongjoong, a concept that doesn’t exist despite him claiming you as his. A concept that doesn’t exist when you freeze in his touch and allow yourself to come undone around him, and a concept that still doesn’t exist once you’re done.

A concept that never will exist, because Hongjoong will never be yours.

‘’Where,’’ His pants brings you out of your daze, vision slightly blurry as you come down from your orgasm while he relentlessly thrusts into you in an attempt to chase his own orgasm. ‘’Where do I cum?’’

You can tell he’s close by the stutter of his hips, his thrusts sloppy and his breathing uneven. ‘’Inside,’’ You breathe, ‘’Inside, please,’’

Your words is what sends him over the edge, his hips stilling and buried deep inside of you as his head hits the back of the couch. White ropes coat your walls as he shakily whimpers, hands grabbing onto your hips and pushing you down his length as he comes undone.

You remain seated on top of him as he relaxes and a shaky breath slips past his lips. He keeps his hands on your hips, his grip no longer firm nor is it rough. He simply holds you as you pant into the crock of his neck, still coming down from your own orgasm.

You wish to stay there. Seated on top of him, skin sticky and sweaty — you wish for him to stay.

‘’Stay,’’ You breathe into his skin after a moment of silence. ‘’Will you stay?’’

Another silence follows. The ticking of the clock hanging off the wall in your kitchen reminds you that time hasn’t stopped, and the pants coming from the man underneath you reminds you that nothing’s going to change.

You already know he’s not going to stay, he never does. And if he does, he’ll be gone by the time you wake up — you don’t care.

A little more time is all you need, to soothe the cravings. 

‘’Yeah,’’ It’s quiet, the way the word leaves his lips. ‘’I’ll stay.’’

As silence once again engulfs the room, you’re left with nothing but the bitter realization that he’ll still leave at the end of the day — and that Hongjoong is simply something you’ll never have, no matter how much you wish and long for him.

He’s not yours to keep, and he never was.

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94 + 96 + 97 + HJ - 💋

94 — whispered praises against the other’s lips, which are met with soft whimpers and moans. 

96 — “oh, sensitive there, aren’t we?” 

97 — in a hoarse whisper, “fuck, you’re killing me here.” 

smut/nsfw; mdni

hongjoong’s hips dipped, sinking himself fully within you yet again. he did this over and over, so caught up in you and the way you felt around him, so warm and wet and perfect. he whispered praises against your lips, which were met with soft whimpers and moans from you.

your nails dug into the skin of his back when he hit that sweet spot inside you, your toes curling and a string of cries falling off your tongue. “h-hongjoong…”

hongjoong chuckled against your lips. he lifted his head marginally to gaze down at you and watch the way your pretty face contorted in pleasure. he loved you so damn much, and he loved the way you looked when you fell apart under the weight of the pleasure you were feeling; of the pleasure he was giving you. “oh, sensitive there, aren’t we?”

you nodded slightly and spoke in a hoarse whisper, “fuck, you’re killing me here.”

he laughed again while maintaining his pace, making sure to keep fucking into you at the perfect spot. you tightened around him, and he knew you were close. “mmh, it feels that good, yeah?”

“yeah,” you croaked. “so good.”

you fell apart a few moments later, and hongjoong was there to coax you through your high, holding your trembling body in his arms.

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