#hongjoong one shot
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marigold - hongjoong (m)
part of the frat boy series.
summary: annoying frat boy!hongjoong. your best friend and the bane of your existence is probably the love of your life, and you’re not sure how to tell him. your mutual friend seonghwa knows about your true feelings for hongjoong, and he does everything in his power to get you two together. one halloween party, one rainy car ride and one emotional rollercoaster later, you finally get a taste of what you’ve been waiting so long for.
word count: 12.7k
warnings: smut!!!! protected sex. some alcohol use. afab reader, gendered pronouns. kinda unedited!
“you’re joking right?” you ask with a scoff. “you can’t be serious right now.”
“but i am!” your best friend, hongjoong, says with a devious smile. “it’s a cute costume!”
“joong, it’s barely a costume,” you insist, pulling at the strands of fabric he’s dangling in front of you. “i’m not sure i could get into that let alone wear it at a party all night.”
“cmon, you’re gonna find the perfect man wearing this,” hongjoong says, wiggling his eyebrows and nudging your arm. “no offense my love, but you need to get laid.”
“no offense, my love,” you emphasize with a shove back against him, “but i’m not wearing that even if you paid me.”
“name your price.”
“oh baby you can’t afford me,” you tell him, and he rolls his eyes.
“FINE,” he sighs dramatically. “but you owe me.”
“just like you owe me for setting you up with that girl from my japanese class?”
“ahem,” a voice cuts in, pulling your collective focus away. seonghwa is standing in the doorway of their shared room, eyebrows raised. it seems like he quirks them further when he sees that you’re sharing the futon under hongjoong’s lofted bed, your feet draped over his lap and his hand casually on your knee. it’s comfortable, because you and hongjoong are so close, but seonghwa knows what’s really going on.
seonghwa knows that you’re deeply, madly in love with your best friend. you’ve been into him since you met at work a few years ago, and you drunkenly confessed to seonghwa at a party last month that you’ve been waiting for hongjoong to make a move for about....two years now. super casual, no need for alarm, but seonghwa has been a little mad at you ever since he found out because he knows you’re aware of how slutty hongjoong is, politely. he knows that you know hongjoong will never be a relationship guy, and you’re not necessarily looking for something long term, but you’d want to hold onto hongjoong longer than he’d like to stick around. that’s why you’re fine with being friends, at least you still get to see him all the time and share all the exciting parts of your life with him. but seonghwa is still pissed, because he thinks you’re better than that.
“hey seonghwa,” you say first, and he slowly walks into the room.
“hope i’m not interrupting,” he says as he dumps his clean clothes onto his bed.
“not at all,” hongjoong replies, pushing your legs off him to go show seonghwa what he thinks is the perfect halloween costume. “look at this.”
“did you get into a fight?” seonghwa asks. “how’d your shirt get ruined?”
“it’s not mine,” hongjoong says. “it’s y/n’s. i think it’d be a great costume, but you disagree, don’t you?”
“i don’t want to be a sexy mummy,” you insist, taking up the space hongjoong left and sprawling out over the futon. “i’m sleeping here tonight, by the way.”
“we knew that,” hongjoong says, and seonghwa nods in confirmation.
“you don’t want to wear that, y/n?” seonghwa asks, making you sit up and glare at him. “it could attract the right attention.”
“what do you mean by that?” hongjoong questions, eyes whipping back and forth between you and hwa. “y/n’s into somebody?”
“no,” you say quickly before seonghwa can reply. “hwa’s just looking out for me like you are.” hongjoong holds your gaze a moment longer to make sure you’re not lying, and while he’s staring you down you see seonghwa rolling his eyes. hongjoong turns around to ask hwa a question and you stick your tongue out at him, making him laugh.
“hey, i don’t like it when you guys have jokes i don’t understand,” hongjoong whines. “y/n’s my best friend, we should have inside jokes.”
“sorry man, i guess i just see a different side of her,” seonghwa says, and now it’s your turn to roll your eyes.
“ok, whoa, don’t tell me you have a hard on for my best friend, man,” hongjoong replies defensively. he looks between you both and then his face softens as he goes on, “actually, you two would make a cute couple. have you ever thought about-”
“no!” you and seonghwa shout in unison.
“ok, ok, sorry!” he says defensively. “but, like, have you thought about it...? even just a little bit?”
“i’m going to take a shower,” you say simply, standing up and grabbing a clean towel off of seonghwa’s bed. you ignore his protests as you head to the en suite that connects them to more of the boys living in the frat house, and you make sure the bathroom is free from frat-goers (or guests) before you get undressed. you hear seonghwa and hongjoong arguing through the door, but can’t make out the words. you choose to ignore it and turn the shower on, humming a song as you search for yunho’s body wash (it smells the best, sh!). maybe you’ll catch the end of the argument when you come back out.
-
“seriously, do you have a thing for y/n?” hongjoong asks seonghwa as soon as the bathroom door shuts.
“why are you so concerned? you don’t have a thing for her, do you?” seonghwa quips back, and hongjoong stutters out a response.
“i, no, i’m just saying, if you were into y/n i wouldn’t be opposed. you could dick her down-”
“stop talking.”
“-and maybe she’d get off my dick about how much i sleep around!” hongjoong finishes. “she needs to be reminded of the simple pleasures of being human.”
“why is she even friends with you?”
“you’re friends with me,” hongjoong points out, and seonghwa stares at him with a half folded shirt in his hands.
“and do you think that’s by choice or by proximity?”
“careful or i’ll piss in your bed the next time i’m drunk.”
“do you two need to be left alone?” you ask, poking your head out of the bathroom to hear the end of the worst possible conversation ever.
“hey sexy, sleeping without clothes on?” hongjoong asks, referring to your towel clad, post-shower body.
“no jackass,” you say, cheeks heating up ever so slightly. “i forget this house is run by elderly rats so i left my clothes on the floor and now they’re soaked. i need a shirt to sleep in or something.”
“here,” seonghwa starts to pass you one of his clean ones, neatly folded into stacks on his bed. hongjoong beats him to it though, making it to his closet in two steps and pulling a shirt out for you.
“you can wear this,” he says, tossing it to you and you thank him quietly but linger at the door. “need something else?”
“am i supposed to sleep commando? all my clothes are sopping wet,” you reiterate. “so i need. boxers. or pants.”
“you want em to match the shirt?” hongjoong asks, and you laugh even though he’s completely serious.
“yes please,” you reply just to give him the chance to make something cute for you out of this awkward situation.
“hmmm, ok,” he says, looking through his underwear drawer before pulling out a pair of boxer briefs for you. “these are probably clean.”
“probably?!”
“kidding,” he says as he slingshots them your way. miraculously you’re able to catch them and you thank him again before you duck back into the bathroom. when you come out a few minutes later, seonghwa is busy putting his clothes away and hongjoong is messing with pillows and blankets on the futon.
“i could’ve done that,” you tell him, and he shakes his head.
“nope, i’m doing this for me,” he says. “you’re taking the bed.”
“hongjoong no-”
“no protests!” he insists. “let me be nice to you.”
“ok,” you reply meekly, gratefully taking the pillow he hands you.
“now give us a spin, let me see the fit,” he teases, and you roll your eyes at him.
“it’s just pajamas, it’s not a fit. it is cute though.”
“yeah, when you said you were giving her something that matched i thought you were gonna pull out your spongebob set,” seonghwa says with a sneaky smile.
“you have spongebob pjs?!” you ask eagerly, and you catch hongjoong blushing.
“only because hwa gave them to me!”
“because you asked for them! you liked my patrick ones so bad you wanted your own!”
“you guys have matching pjs?” you ask with a smile. “now that is just precious. maybe one day i’ll get sandy pjs and we can all match.”
“hey, that’s a good idea!” hongjoong says, a mischievous spark in his eyes.
“what is?”
“us wearing matching costumes,” he continues. “for halloween.”
“no, don’t involve me in this,” seonghwa says with a shake of his head.
“no,” you and hongjoong both whine.
“it would be cute, hwa!” you insist.
“cmon, we’ve been friends long enough i think we’re long overdue for a throuple costume,” hongjoong agrees.
“don’t call it that,” seonghwa says, “and maybe i’ll consider it. if you come up with a good idea and find the costumes, i’ll do it.”
“deal,” hongjoong says happily, grabbing his phone to no doubt look for costume ideas. “turn the light off when you’re done being anal about your sock drawer?”
“fine.”
-
the next day, you wake up to the sound of seonghwa tripping over hongjoong’s shoes as he’s getting ready for class. a quick peek over the side of the bed lets you know that hongjoong isn’t in the room, did he have an early class you didn’t know about? you lift yourself up, alerting seonghwa of your presence, and he nods at you with a yawn.
“how’d you sleep?” he asks with a smack of his lips.
“pretty good,” you reply, absentmindedly playing with the corner of hongjoong’s pillow. “these sheets are really soft.”
“yeah, hongjoong pays for designer bedding,” seonghwa says. “he’s a weirdo.”
“yep.”
“what do you see in him?” seonghwa asks bluntly. “i know you’re super into him, but why? why is he the guy you’re hung up on.”
“maybe hongjoong was right,” you start. “maybe you are into me.” a pillow flying at your head tells you you’re wrong. “hey!”
“i’m in a relationship, you dipshit,” seonghwa says.
“since when?!”
“for about a month,” seonghwa brushes it off. “we’re not talking about me. we’re talking about you and your sadistic interest in your best friend who, to my understanding, you just set up with one of your friends?”
“so you heard that?”
“why’d you do that?” hwa asks, sounding disappointed. “why don’t you just tell him how you feel?”
“i don’t know,” you shrug. “i know him better than anyone. i would know if he liked me back. so i guess i tried setting him up with my friend to trick myself into moving on? like maybe if he was really into someone else then i could finally get him off my mind.”
“y/n,” seonghwa sighs. “you deserve more than this. you can’t just wait around for him, or wait for yourself to get over him. maybe you do need to get laid.”
“you and joong make a charming pair, did you know that?” you ask with a smile. “i’ll try my best.”
“you know san-”
“always hits on me, i know,” you cut him off. “but he’s so much worse than hongjoong. you look up fuckboy in the dictionary and his picture is there instead of a definition.”
“i’m not saying you need to find mr. right, you just need something..fun,” seonghwa says carefully. “san could be that thing.”
“i’ll think about it,” you assure him. “is he here, do you know?”
“is who here?” hongjoong asks, busting back into the room with a carrier of coffee and a bag from mcdonald’s. “i’m right here baby.”
“i knew you didn’t have an early class,” you say, reaching down for the coffee you know is yours. seonghwa always gets hot chocolate (child) and joong drinks cold coffee even in the snow (madman) so it’s easy to distinguish them all. the first sip is heavenly, and you thank hongjoong as he climbs up into his lofted bed with you.
“hwa i didn’t know if you were hungry so i just got you a biscuit,” he starts, tossing the food down. seonghwa has to act fast, but thankfully he catches it. “and i got you that weird sandwich you like. it confused the poor girl in the drive thru though, i don’t think anyone ever orders it.”
“well i appreciate the effort,” you say as you snatch the delicacy from his hands.
“so what did i interrupt?” hongjoong asks, mouthful of hashbrown. “who are you looking for?”
“did you see san downstairs?” seonghwa asks, and hongjoong thinks for a minute.
“he might have just come home, yeah,” he says finally. “why, you lookin for him?”
“no, y/n is,” seonghwa smirks, and hongjoong stiffens next to you. “i’m trying to convince her to stop ignoring his courtship and just let the guy take her out.”
“why?” hongjoong asks defensively, and you look to him quickly, trying to read his expression. he turns to catch your eye, and you almost see...panic? worry? but it vanishes before you can identify it. “he’s a dick.”
“he’s your friend,” you say.
“yeah, and he’s a dick,” hongjoong repeats. “he just wants to get in your pants.”
“i’m sorry, didn’t we have a whole conversation last night about how you wished someone would blow my back out?”
“OH!” hongjoong shouts, shuffling around for his phone. “that reminds me, i figured out our costume!!!”
you and seonghwa share a look, noticing how hongjoong ignored your question and changed the subject so quickly. the side glance is interrupted by hongjoong’s phone being shoved in your face, and you cackle at the picture in front of you.
“ok, that’s it,” you gasp through another laugh. “you can’t pick our costumes for anything, ever.”
“what is it?” seonghwa asks, scurrying over and standing on his tiptoes to see into the bed better. hongjoong shows him, and a slow smile creeps over seonghwa’s face.
“NO,” you say, “you LIKE it?!”
“what? it’s cute!” seonghwa says.
“thank you!” hongjoong shouts. “two against one, y/n, sorry.”
“ok, then it can be a couple costume,” you tell them as you shake your head. “i’m not doing that.”
“but we love this movie,” hongjoong pouts. “you’ll be boo, i’ll be sully, hwa will be mike wazowski, it’ll be perfect.”
“that’s what you said about the mummy.”
“i mean it this time.”
“wait, why am i wazowski?” hwa asks.
“because of your big beautiful eyes. or should i say eye,” you joke, and hongjoong laughs, falling over into your side as he does. when he regains his composure, you feel like he’s closer than he was before, but maybe that’s just your imagination. “plus, your new little boo thing could be celia!”
“seonghwa has a celia?!” hongjoong asks, eyes wide. “ok, i officially don’t like you two knowing more about each other than i do.”
“aw does baby have main character syndrome?” you tease, pouting in joong’s direction. “hwa and i can be friends, shut up.”
“no,” he snips. “you hurt my feelings. and to make up for it, you have to be the boo to my sully.”
“fine,” you sigh dramatically. hongjoong leans in and pecks your cheek, thanking you profusely as he dives back into his breakfast, thrilled about the frat’s halloween party this weekend because the three of you are “totally gonna dominate the costume contest.” you don’t hear him though, too focused on the heat lingering on your cheek. you smile to yourself as joong blabbers on, and return to the food in front of you. maybe the costumes will be fun after all.
-
“hongjoong, no,” you insist, getting deja vu to the other night. “that can’t be my costume! why do you keep doing this to me?”
“why do you hate having fun?” hongjoong counters, pouting behind the shirt he’s holding up. this is supposed to be your entire costume?
“it’s freezing and you want me to wear a shirt and nothing else?”
“i got biker shorts!” he says, scrambling through a bag on his futon. “they look like boo’s shorts, so you can wear those and the shirt. what’s wrong with that? may i remind you that you agreed to this.”
“yeah, but i thought you were gonna get actual costumes.”
“these are costumes!”
“these are just clothes!” you argue, pointing to the goodwill bags on his bed. “you made it seem like you were gonna be in a full sully suit, so i thought i was gonna be in that fake monster suit boo wears. not clothes that could still get me hypothermia.”
“y/n please,” hongjoong begs. “i worked really hard to find these outfits, and i’m really proud of them. we’re gonna look so cute! and you’re ruining it!”
“i’m not ruining it,” you grumble, snatching the shirt from his hands. “i’ll do it.”
“thank you thank you thank you!” hongjoong cheers, kissing your cheeks repeatedly in gratitude. he finishes with one last peck on the tip of your nose, and you can’t help but smile at your annoying best friend.
“you’re welcome,” you sigh, grabbing the shorts too. “but move, i need to go to the bathroom and change.”
you shuffle past hongjoong and he says he’s going to find seonghwa to give him his pieces, and you nod before sneaking into the main part of the bathroom. you turn around and almost jump out of your skin, not expecting to see san in there. especially not a half naked san, because he’s in...red leather pants? and nothing else?
“jesus, you scared me,” you say, clutching your chest.
“well i do live here,” he says with a smirk, eyeing the items in your hands. “costume?”
“yeah,” you nod. “you?”
“nah, this is just my loungewear,” he teases, getting you to crack a smile.
“so what are you?” you ask, not so subtly checking him out. what kind of costume is just red pants? sexy santa?
“i’m the devil,” he responds, holding up a headband with horns on it to complete the look.
“dressing in character i see,” you tease, and san pretends to look offended.
“do you need help getting into your costume, love?” he asks, motioning to your clothes, and you shake your head.
“no, thank you,” you say sternly. “but i might need help with the pigtails.”
a few minutes later, you’re in full boo (and freezing, why don’t they turn the heat on in here?) and san has you centered in the mirror with the most concentrated look on his face. he’s trying to get your pigtails to be the same height. the left one is done, perfect, and now he’s working on the right, his tongue tucked between his lips in concentration. for once he’s quiet, not trying to hit on you, and as he smooths your hair to add the elastic, hongjoong comes bursting into the bathroom, causing san to let the hair tie go and slingshot against your head as a result.
“ow!” you shriek, elbowing san in his very warm, firm and exposed midriff.
“sorry,” he says quickly, kissing the side of your head that got the hit. “all better?”
“what are you doing?” hongjoong asks coldly. you look at him through the mirror, san’s hand still gripping your hair and restricting your movement. you notice hongjoong leaned up against the bathroom door in his subtle sully costume, arms crossed over his chest.
“i’m helping y/n get dressed,” san says simply. “can you hand me another elastic, doll?”
“why, did the other one ricochet off my head and sail to the moon?”
“hey, i didn’t fling it that hard-”
“i can help her,” hongjoong cuts in, moving behind you to push san out of the way. “looks like you’re not dressed yet yourself.”
“nope, i’m all good,” san replies, winking at you in the mirror. “being a sexy devil doesn’t need much work.”
“who said you were sexy?”
“people,” san shrugs, catching your eye again. “i bet y/n agrees.”
“i’m not feeding your ego, san.”
“ugh, such a tease,” he whines. “i’m gonna go check on the drinks. i’ll see you down there?”
“maybe,” hongjoong answers for you curtly, slighting pulling your hair as he finishes the pigtail. you mutter a quiet ouch that goes unnoticed by the two men, and you roll your eyes. frat boys are so dramatic. hongjoong finishes your hair, adjusting a few things before patting the top of your head to signify he’s done. you turn around to face him, and the proximity almost takes your breath away. you stare at him closely for a second before speaking.
“so could you have been any ruder to san?”
“i wasn’t rude to the kid,” hongjoong says with a wave of his hand. “he’s a big boy, he can handle it anyway.”
“hm.”
“what?”
“nothing,” you shrug, pushing past hongjoong to go back into his room. you see seonghwa in there, adjusting his hair in the mirror on their door. he checks your costume and smiles.
“you look cute,” he says sweetly. then he sees hongjoong behind you. “you look mad.”
“hongjoong is jealous,” you tell him, gathering your phone and the cheap white sneakers you’ll wear tonight, even though it’s not necessarily part of the costume. you refuse to attend a frat party in just socks.
“i am not jealous!” hongjoong says defensively. is that a blush you see creeping up his neck?
“of who?” seonghwa perks up. “san?!”
“yeah, he was flirting with me and joong didn’t like it,” you explain.
“i’m liking this,” seonghwa says with an evil smirk. “operation get y/n laid is in motion.”
“no!” hongjoong shouts, pulling your attention.
“and why not?” you ask, quirking an eyebrow as you wait for a response. hongjoong sputters for a moment before he can get a real thought out.
“i...he...i don’t....ugh. fine, yeah. go fuck him, who cares.”
-
hongjoong doesn’t know why you and san being so buddy buddy has his blood boiling, but he sure doesn’t like it. he knows he started this whole "operation” but the thought of you spending the night at the frat and not ending up in his bed was...strange.
wait, not like that though. like, you ending up in his bed as in he’s letting you sleep there while he’s on the futon. not like..fucking. or maybe that’s what his subconscious is trying to tell him? why else would he be so jealous? no. don’t even go there.
it could just be the fact that you’re such good friends and hongjoong doesn’t want to watch you get hurt by someone he knows will lose interest in you as soon as he gets his dick wet. yes, that’s it! that’s his story. not the him wanting you in his bed one, no. that’s weird. so he’ll just play up the protective friend card, and everyone will be happy in the end.
that’s what leads to hongjoong following you around all night, at least more than usual. typically he’ll slip away at some point to chase some ass, but tonight he’s everywhere you turn. you’re not complaining, you like the extra attention from him, but you also really enjoy the way san keeps checking you out, and hongjoong is preventing anything from happening there.
“hey, i think my friend from class is here,” you say, pulling hongjoong down to your level to make sure he hears. your lips just grazing his ear has the hair on the back of his neck standing up, but he just shrugs it off.
“oh really?” he asks, looking over your shoulder to see the girl he was chasing earlier this week. you must not be that close with her, otherwise you’d know how brutally she turned him down. she looks good though, so good that he almost abandons ship and risks the humiliation of another rejection. but he sees san move closer out of the corner of his eye, and he refocuses on his main objective for the night. “i think i’m good right here.”
“while i’m flattered you want to spend time with me,” you begin, “i don’t need a babysitter. you can go talk to her, i don’t mind, really.”
hongjoong tries to object, but you actually start to push him away, so he decides he has to at least disappear for a minute or so to make you think he went to shoot his shot. thankfully she went into the dining room where there’s germ filled bowls of snacks, so he heads in that direction and passes right through to the kitchen to grab another drink. he makes too, one for him and one for you, and he’s working on his story as he walks back but the sight he returns to stops him dead in his tracks.
you’re in the same spot, except now you’re pinned to the wall by none other than choi san. and even though it’s dark, and hongjoong doesn’t have the best view, it looks like san’s trying to fuse your lips together by sheer force. hongjoong decides in a split second whether he should back off (he did say you needed to get laid) but he realizes it can’t be by choi san. forget whatever he said earlier, he’s stepping in.
he walks up to you and feigns innocence, letting out an “oh!” once he’s within ear shot. your eyes shoot open and find his, and san notices your attention being pulled away. he doesn’t separate his lips from yours as he turns to follow where your eyes are looking nervously, and when san sees hongjoong he pulls away but places his hands firmly on your hips.
“hey man,” he says casually. “you having a good time?”
“i was,” hongjoong spits. “y/n i brought you a drink.”
“we’re kinda busy man,” san says a little more sternly. “we’ll catch up with you later.”
“y/n?” hongjoong asks, ignoring san. you look between the two men awkwardly, unsure of what to do.
“i’m not thirsty,” you finally say, politely pushing the cup hongjoong has offered you away. “thanks though.”
“sure thing,” he grumbles, stomping off to god knows where. you watch him go, but san pushing your chin up to meet his sultry gaze pulls you back to the moment.
hongjoong huffed his way through the party up to his room, trying not to think about what might be going on downstairs. only when he opens the door to his room, he sees seonghwa getting busy with his new girlfriend (hongjoong wasn’t sure she was real, this confirms that for sure).
“oh god,” hongjoong groans, closing the door and shouting “sorry!” a few times for good measure. he doesn’t know where to go now, so he trudges his way to the stairs and plops down on the top step. he poured your drink into his own before heading to his room, and now he downs the double before sighing and leaning his head on the wall. he closes his eyes for a moment, unable to process his thoughts with all that’s going on around him. a drunken stranger stumbling out of the hall bathroom brings him back to reality, and he scoots out of the way as they walk treacherously downstairs. hongjoong watches them go, wondering how everyone else is having a better time at this party than him. when the partygoer reaches the end of the stairs and turns right to head back into the fray, hongjoong notices two people scurrying to the bedrooms on the main floor. he recognizes the pink shirt and red leather pants, and you make eye contact with your best friend as san leads you into his room. hongjoong just watches on as you get pulled in, and after moping for a moment longer, he stands and heads back to the party. if he can’t stop you from getting seduced by his new mortal enemy, then he’ll just go drown his sorrows until hopefully seonghwa and his girl tire out so he can just sneak into bed later and hate himself for getting into this situation in the first place.
-
“so,” san starts, standing in front of you in his dimly lit room. there’s one line of led lights on the back wall, lit red to keep up with his devilish theme tonight. “what now, love?”
“what, you talk a big game and then when it comes time to take off my pants you just back down?” you laugh, and san shakes his head.
“no, i’m very familiar with what happens next,” he assures you. “i just didn’t know if this is what you really wanted. if i’m what you wanted.”
“what do you mean? my tongue down your throat didn’t confirm that for you?”
“no baby,” he laughs. “i just...got a vibe from hongjoong earlier. a few times tonight, actually. he doesn’t like this.”
“no, he’s never been this..protective before,” you start, and san cuts you off.
“he’s not being protective, he’s jealous y/n,” san says. “has he told you he likes you yet?”
“no?” you scoff. “he doesn’t like me. what makes you say that? no, no. he’s not into me like that.”
“but you like him,” san says as more of a statement than a question, and you just nod.
“i love him, actually.”
“wow,” he whistles. “i’m honored to have been in the running then.”
“you weren’t a bad distraction,” you say, and san smiles, his resolve almost breaking. but he’s nothing if not nosy. and now he needs every little detail.
“so tell me. how long have you been into hongjoong?”
“about since the day i met him.”
“wow,” he whistles again, and you whine.
“it’s pathetic, isn’t it?” you ask, and san shuts you up quickly.
“no! no,” he says, “it’s sweet. it’s frustrating though, because, as a completely unbiased third party, i’d say hongjoong has had a thing for you about as long.”
“he has not-”
“no, hear me out,” san says. “you probably never heard this, but anytime he met someone new he would always make a comment about how something they did or said or wore reminded him of you. he’d stop seeing people because they weren’t “more like y/n” and when he wasn’t talking about clothes or stupid guy stuff, he was talking about you. the man is obsessed with you my dear. i just think he’s oblivious. and a little dumb, for spending so much time with you without making a move, but that’s just me.”
“i don’t know,” you mumble, playing with the hem of your shirt. “i know him better than anyone else. i would’ve known.”
“ok, lemme ask a question,” san tries a new approach. “have you ever told him you liked him?” you shake your head no. “have you ever done anything to explicitly show him that you were into him as more than a friend?” again, no. “and why is that?”
“i know he doesn’t feel the same,” you say simply.
“ok, and? what if he feels the exact same way? what if he’s so sure you couldn’t like him back, and that’s why he hasn’t shown any of his true feelings?”
“that could be possible,” you nod, and san nods in agreement.
“so,” he nudges you. “what now?”
“i don’t know,” you whine. “i’m nervous. and joong is in a mood. i think we really pissed him off.”
“yeah we did,” san smiles proudly. “so you have two options, methinks.”
“methinks?”
“focus.”
“sorry.”
“you can either go find him and tell him how you really feel and make sweet sweet love-”
“don’t say it like that-”
“or you could stay here, and we could make him a little more jealous? maybe make him confess first?”
“...i’m listening.”
-
while you and san had a come to jesus downstairs, hongjoong had stumbled back to the steps in front of his room, dissatisfied with the party downstairs and how everyone there wasn’t you. all he wanted to do was lay down and go to sleep, but just because he was having a crappy night doesn’t mean he should bring seonghwa down with him. he’s trying to wait it out and give them a respectable amount of time to...finish up, and then he’ll politely knock and put some headphones in and blare music until the shots he did with some strangers knock him out for a few hours. he’s planning this in his head when someone sits down next to him, and he’s surprised to see seonghwa.
“hey,” he says casually.
“hey?” hongjoong replies, confused. “you um, you all done in there?”
“gross,” seonghwa groans. “but yes, thank you very much. she’s asleep, so don’t be a dick if you’re going back in there. i wanted to come check on you.”
“i don’t need to be checked on,” hongjoong grumbles, nursing the beer he brought with him to pass the time. “i’m just tired, ready for this to be over.”
“y/n got with san, i assume?” seonghwa asks, and hongjoong can’t even be surprised that he knew. san had been plotting this for a while, it was a long time coming. even more reason for joong to be mad at himself, he could’ve stopped this weeks ago. instead here he is, drunk and hurt and a little angry.
“yep.”
“and you’re mad about it?”
“yeah, hwa i am.”
“and why is that?”
“what is this, a therapy session?” hongjoong scoffs. “i’m fine dude, go back to your girlfriend. i’ll go to sleep in a second.”
“fine, if you won’t admit you like y/n and you were jealous of san tonight, maybe we can do this tomorrow then,” seonghwa says as he stands. hongjoong looks up in shock, and seonghwa nods. “yeah man, you weren’t subtle about it.”
“i fucked up man,” he says and seonghwa sits back down, nodding. “i shouldn’t have talked about setting her up so much, i feel like this is all my fault.”
“it is,” hwa agrees, and hongjoong pushes him slightly. “don’t get mad at me for pointing out what you know is true. you’re in this position because it took you too long to realize your own feelings, and that kept you from noticing how madly in love y/n is with you.”
“she is not-”
“is too!” seonghwa insists. “she told me! and i have eyes, it’s not hard to see. except if you’re you, i guess.”
“so what do i do now?”
“well, you could go talk to her.”
“i’ve already walked in on one couple having sex tonight, i’m good thanks.”
“sorry about that,” seonghwa says sheepishly. “but you don’t know that they’re fucking-”
“i watched her follow him into his room,” hongjoong cuts him off, and seonghwa nods.
“i still say you should try to talk to her tonight,” seonghwa says, “even if it means...waiting.”
“i don’t think i want to tell y/n how i feel when i know san has just fucked her though,” hongjoong counters, and seonghwa just shrugs.
“ok, then i’m back to what i said originally. go talk to her now. just don’t open your eyes immediately.” hongjoong sits for a moment, thinking it over, and then he crushes the rest of the beer in his hand before he stands. he doesn’t need to tell seonghwa where he’s going, he just watches on with veiled concern. hongjoong stomps downstairs, stopping in front of san’s door, and just as he raises his fist to bang on it and get you out of there, it swings open with another sight that makes his stomach drop.
you’re on your way out, which should be a good sign, except your hair is down (and a little messy, like someone’s hands were running through it) and you’re no longer wearing your costume. in fact, your costume is clutched in your hands, and you’re wearing what hongjoong can only assume is san’s hoodie and sweatpants. he’s too late, he thinks. he’s caught your walk of shame, leaving san’s room after...he stops himself. hongjoong takes in the sight before him, and he holds your confused gaze for a moment longer. then he turns, and he’s gone.
-
after halloween, you don’t hear from hongjoong for days.
no calls, no texts, and certainly no visiting the frat house to hang out. it was complete radio silence from him, but you weren’t making an effort either. you’re not sure how you feel about him currently, so the space might be good for the both of you.
while you’re upset, but mostly doing okay, hongjoong is a wreck. he didn’t get out of bed until seonghwa and yunho sat on the futon and kicked hongjoong’s bed from down below until he got annoyed enough to leave. then he only went to class because another guy in the frat, jongho, was in there with him and literally pulled him out of his room and towards campus. no one’s sure if he’s even eaten, but food disappears from the fridge every once in a while so he must be getting some nutrition. san has laid low too, not sure hongjoong knows the full story and worried there would be hell to pay if hongjoong got within swinging distance.
you’re walking home from class one day, contemplating a coffee break, when you almost physically run into seonghwa. you start to mumble an apology and a “see you later” but suddenly he’s grabbing your arm and pulling you down a hallway.
“well hello to you too seonghwa, how are you? i’m doing fine thanks for asking,” you huff, resetting yourself once he’s done manhandling you.
“what happened between you and san?” he asks bluntly.
“why do you care?”
“you know why,” he says, and you roll your eyes. “you know he saw you go into san’s room.”
“yeah, i saw him too, sitting on the stairs not doing anything,” you counter, and now seonghwa rolls his eyes.
“i’m tired of the two of you complaining about no one doing anything. you need to do something!”
“i did! i made out with san!”
“made out with him?” he asks. “is that all?”
“yes,” you answer quietly. “i...i couldn’t do it. and for what it’s worth, san apparently clocked that me and hongjoong had something going on so he wouldn’t have let me try anything anyway.”
“but hongjoong said you left in his clothes,” seonghwa says, confused.
“yeah, because i wasn’t gonna stay there and i needed something warm to walk home in,” you explain. “hongjoong didn’t plan for weather when he bought my costume. san was just trying to help.”
“well he helped a lot,” seonghwa says. “hongjoong thinks you two slept together and now he’s moping around like his life is over. you need to talk to him. tell him what really happened.”
“he’s not talking to me.”
“gee, i wonder why!”
“fine,” you sigh, giving seonghwa the side eye. he can be a little bitchy when he’s in problem solver mode. “i’ll call him when i get home.”
“good. i’ll know if you don’t,” he warns you, and you nod.
“we’ll talk, i promise,” you assure him, and he pretends to believe you as he says goodbye. he starts to walk away and you stop him, calling out, “is he home right now?”
“yep,” seonghwa shouts from further down the hall. “better go now, before any of the guys come back from class. i’ll spend the night somewhere else.”
“thank you,” you say with a meek smile, and seonghwa gives you one back. he keeps walking, and you take a deep breath before making your way to hongjoong.
-
seonghwa said none of the boys would be home, so you spend some time on the front porch psyching yourself up to see hongjoong. you practice what you’re going to say, and after a few minutes of weirding out the neighbors, you finally knock. it takes a second for the door to open, and you’re expecting hongjoong but instead you see san. he gives you a small smile, a questioning look in his eyes. you open your mouth to speak, hongjoong’s name on the tip of your tongue, when you see him heading downstairs over san’s shoulder. he catches your eye, and your heart stops. he looks awful, like he’s been sick. is he really like this because of you? hongjoong looks at you, and then who he assumes you’re here to see, and anger flashes over his features. he gives you one hard stare before he’s stomping back up to his room, leaving you still sputtering at the front door. san watches on, a little worried, and when you look up at him he asks if you still want to come in. you shake your head no, waving goodbye as you turn and walk back home.
-
unfortunately for you, it’s hongjoong’s birthday. it’s unfortunate because he’s still not talking to you, but he’s your best friend, so it would look really weird if you weren’t at his birthday party. you don’t want to go because it’ll be awkward, and you don’t wanna burden his special day with that. he’s decided he wants to go to the fall festival just outside the city, opting for a walk through an apple orchard and then a pumpkin patch so the boys can gather the discounted gourds for some weird prank they’re trying to pull on a neighboring frat. it sounds like a fun day, and you only know about it because you were added to the group text, which stings a little. usually you’d help hongjoong plan, or you’d be organizing some sort of special surprise for him. none of that this year.
you agree to ride with seonghwa and his girlfriend, who seems really sweet. you’re excited to get to know her on the short ride over, and it starts off as a pleasant day. hongjoong is nice to you when he gets out of the car with his brother and some of his friends from home, introducing you to the ones you don’t know and still giving you a tight hug when you hand over your poorly wrapped present for him. you all putter around as you wait for some of the other boys to show up, and hongjoong makes a subtle effort to keep at least two people between you at all times. bless seonghwa’s girlfriend though, maybe she knows what’s going on between you two, because she keeps talking to you and you like her more and more.
once everyone has arrived, hongjoong explains that you can all pick apples in the orchard and then take them back to the cidery where they’ll press what you picked into your own cider to take home, and while you wait there’s drinks you can sample. there’s also a wildflower field to take pictures in, which seems very on brand for hongjoong (he’s got a new camera strapped around his neck, must have been a present) and once he’s done talking you all mingle for a moment before going off in twos or threes to the orchard. seonghwa swoops his girlfriend away first so they can go be cute together, and you would go join hongjoong’s brother to catch up with him but he’s nowhere to be seen, so you consider just heading straight to the cidery to drown your sorrows. you turn in that direction and see hongjoong waiting for you, awkwardly clutching your present in his hands.
“i uh, i didn’t want to carry this through the orchard,” he starts, “don’t want it to get lost. so uh, i was gonna open it before i left, is that ok?”
“yeah,” you nod. “go ahead. i hope you like it.”
“i’m sure i will,” he says as he tears into the old newspaper you used as wrapping paper. he sees the corner of what’s inside, and recognition instantly lights up his face. “y/n you didn’t.”
“didn’t what?” you ask, trying to fight a smile.
“you bought me the beat pad i wanted,” he says in disbelief. “it’s the special edition one and everything. how did you know?”
“gee, it’s not like you didn’t talk about it for weeks before and after it dropped,” you tease. “i got one of the first releases.”
“there’s no way,” he says, shaking his head as he unboxes it further. “it’s beautiful. thank you.”
“you’re welcome,” you say with a genuine smile. “just remember me when you’re a big famous producer. or when you start your own fashion line, whatever.”
“you’re not gonna be by my side when it happens?” he pouts, and it almost tears your heart in two.
“i don’t know,” you say. “i’m not entirely sure where we stand right now.”
“that’s my fault,” he sighs. “i’m really sorry. i hope you can forgive me for being a dick, but i understand if it’ll take some time.”
“you never let me explain what actually happened,” you say, and he nods, telling you that seonghwa filled him in. “so i guess you know.”
“about you and san? yeah, like i said, hwa told me-”
“no, i mean,” you start, and you stop to take a breath before you continue. “so you know that i like you. that i’ve liked you for a while. years, actually. i hope that’s not weird.”
“it’s not weird,” he says sweetly. “i’ve liked you about as long, so. there’s that.”
“cool, so everyone’s caught up,” you nod. “coolcoolcool.”
“yep.”
there’s an awkward moment as you stand there and hongjoong plays around with his gift a little more, but he gets distracted by the camera around his neck and thankfully interrupts this terrible silence.
“oh! let me get a picture of you,” he says. “i want photos of everyone who came today. go stand over there.” you follow his orders and pose simply as he snaps the photo, looking on proudly at the result. “cute. cmon, let’s go get some more further into the orchard.”
“yeah, you’re missing out on your party, birthday boy,” you say while he carefully puts your gift back in his car. when he rejoins you, you offer your hand, and he smiles brightly as he grabs it and gives it a squeeze. “ready?”
“just a second,” he says, tongue poking out between his lips as he tries to take a photo of your intertwined fingers, and you laugh.
“cmon, stop being a simp and let’s go,” you give his arm a tug and he shrieks over you messing up the picture, and how he only has so much film and you just ruined a perfectly good moment, but you shoot him a silent glare and he smiles a dopey smile and shuts up. you start walking and you think fast, grabbing a basket for any apples you may grab on your walk. hongjoong explains how the website said there were different types of apples in certain areas, and you listen on in fascination as you watch him talk. you’re admiring how cute he looks with his bangs peeking past his beanie, and you stop him abruptly. “hand me the camera.”
“why?” he asks defensively, yanking it away like a child.
“joong, let me get a picture of you,” you beg. “you look handsome, and we need a picture of you too.”
he grumbles over being careful with his baby, and he quickly shows you how to use it. he waits for a moment, assuming you’ll take the picture then and there, but you eventually tell him that it needs to be candid, like when the inspiration struck you. he whines and you distract him by asking what kind of apples are in the tree behind him, and he says they might be honeycrisp so this would be a good spot to pick from. you hand him the basket and let him reach for the best lookers, and you let him get focused before you call out for him.
“hey baby?” you try out, and hongjoong turns, apple in hand and a shy smile on his face.
“baby?” he asks, not sure he heard you right but hoping he did. that’s when you snap the photo, cheering about how perfect that picture is gonna be.
“ok, you can have this back now,” you say happily, returning his “baby” back to him. he gives you a sweet smile and grabs your hand before you continue on. you stop shortly after to grab some golden apples, and at the next cluster of trees you finally catch up with the group. they’ve found the wildflowers, and everyone is stopping to take pictures, which hongjoong quickly barges in on. as soon as he leaves your side, seonghwa appears, giving you a look that says he wants to know what took you so long.
“we made up,” you tell him, and he let’s out a sigh of relief.
“thank god.”
“don’t be a dick.”
“well! it took you long enough!”
“i know that,” you hiss, smiling at hongjoong posing for a picture with his brother.
“he looks happy,” seonghwa points out and you agree. “you made him like that, with your womanly wiles and whatnot.”
“hey, speaking of womanly wiles,” you begin, “your girlfriend is really nice.”
“i concur.”
“maybe we could-”
“y/n!” hongjoong shouts, waving you over. “cmere!”
“your boyfriend wants you,” seonghwa says with a smirk, and you push him a little.
“he’s not my boyfriend yet.”
“beg to differ, but ok!”
“what’s up?” you ask as you approach. “i thought you already got a picture of me?”
“yeah, but i want a picture in front of the marigolds,” he says like it’s obvious.
“there’s marigolds?!” you ask, looking at the colors behind you and smiling when you spot the buds you love so much. you turn back to hongjoong and say, “you know those are my fav-”
“your favorite flower, right,” he says, pulling you into his side. “come closer, act like you like me.”
“actually, they’re not flowers,” you tell him, “they’re weeds. you’re supposed to pick them or else they’ll take over.”
“smile,” he says, and yunho snaps the picture for you. hongjoong bends down, pulling up a bundle of marigolds before handing them to you. “thanks for picking me.”
“oh that was so corny,” you groan, a smile threatening to split your face in half. “what happened to the suave frat boy? who brought their dad here?”
“watch it or i’ll take them back-” he starts, but he stops when you place your hand under his chin and pull him closer.
“no, i love it. i love them,” you assure him, centimeters away from his lips.
“i love you,” he whispers, and you lean in to finally, finally, kiss him. and suddenly it feels like everything is right with the world.
while you’re distracted by hongjoong’s lips, the hoots and hollers of your friends drown out the sound of another camera shutter, and yunho boasting about his perfect shot pulls you back to reality. you try to ignore the smug looks of your friends but apparently everyone knew about your crush aside from you, so this positive shift is shared throughout the group pretty quickly. no one dares break the two of you up, and that’s how you end up riding home with hongjoong at the end of the day.
while there was the most beautiful weather during your time at the orchard, the ride home is trying to completely ruin your day. it gets so bad once you and hongjoong are driving back to the city that you insist on pulling off for a while to let the storm pass, but hongjoong insists on driving farther.
“we’re almost at our exit,” he says. “so if i can just get to your house then we can go up to your room,” he continues, wiggling his eyebrows at his last comment.
“sure, but i don’t think this storm is gonna let us do that,” you tell him. “slow down a little so i can see this exit sign.” hongjoong doesn’t let up on the gas, so you don’t quite catch the sign passing by next to you. “okay genius, my spidey senses aren’t working, maybe we should just pull off here.”
“are you sure?” hongjoong asks. “we’re in the middle of nowhere.”
“i’d rather be in the middle of nowhere than stuck on the highway waiting for a tow truck with a bunch of other people who can’t see through the rain driving by super fast,” you oppose, and hongjoong quickly agrees. he waits until there’s a track of highway well lit by streetlights, and he pulls off under a tree in full view of the exit. just in case you get snatched he wants there to be witnesses.
“do you wanna play i spy?” he offers, and you just laugh.
“are we five?”
“i spy something pretty.”
“that’s not how it works.”
“well too bad,” hongjoong insists. “i spy something pretty.”
“your eyes,” you guess, and he shakes his head. “your smile.”
“how conceited would i be if i made you guess something about myself?” he asks. “keep trying. don’t focus on me though.”
“is it something nearby?” you ask, and hongjoong shrugs. “is it in the car?” he nods furiously. “and it’s not you? you’re very pretty.”
“no,” he insists, “keep guessing.”
“if you’re trying to make me guess myself it’s not going to work,” you warn him. “i’m not falling for your tricks.”
“darn,” he sighs. “you ruined my whole move.”
“that couldn’t have been your whole move,” you say unsure. “what’s your go to?”
“well,” hongjoong begins. “i don’t do this often, if that’s what you’re wondering. i usually start off with a comment about the place, so i say whatever we’re doing is really cool or the paintings are beautiful, whatever. and whatever the compliment is, i work it back to my date. everyone always eats that up.”
“i’m glad i’m here to keep you on your toes,” you tease.
“yeah, whatever,” hongjoong rolls his eyes. “what’s your move then?”
“it’s simple, really,” you assure him, turning to look directly in his eyes. “i just make sure to really look at whoever i’m talking to, really listen to what you’re saying, y’know? then i pull them in,” you say, grabbing hongjoong delicately by the chin and bringing his lips closer to yours. “and then i usually tell him something important, our lips barely touching. and then, if i’m feeling it and he hasn’t moved away, we kiss.”
“i’m not moving,” hongjoong says confidently, and you smile.
“i see that.”
“and we’re gonna be here for a while...”
“mhm.”
“so i think we should do something fun,” he says, pecking your lips quickly. he notes how you chase his lips as he pulls away, and he makes a proposition. “we could go into the backseat...”
“should we really have sex on the side of the road?”
“well what do you want me to suggest!” hongjoong whines. “we have nothing better to do, might as well try it out now!”
“wow, how romantic this man of mine is,” you joke, and hongjoong laughs. he’s still staring at you though, waiting for a response. “you really want to?”
“what did you think we would do when we got home?” he asks shyly. “i’m just trying to use our time wisely.”
“wow, really, if you’re trying to get me hot with all this talk-”
“baby,” he whines, kissing you once so quick you barely notice. “please. let’s at least go make out or something. it’s my birthday after all.”
“oh not fair,” you whine back. “you can’t pull the birthday card on me!”
“cmon baby, for my birthday?” he pouts again, finally getting you to crack.
“okay, but don’t look while i climb into the backseat, it’s gonna be awkward.”
“i’ll look as much as i want, it’s my birthday,” he says as you pull your way over the console. while you’re brushing aside his jacket from earlier, he takes this opportunity to caress and smack your ass, and you laugh a little at the sound of glee he makes in response.
“you are such a guy.”
“i’m your guy,” he says with a wink as you plop down in the backseat and reach for him quickly.
“move with a purpose please,” you urge, and he moves to join you as fast as he can. once he’s seated as close to you as he possibly can be, he pretends to yawn and puts his arm around your shoulder. you watch in fake disgust at the old school move but lay your head on his shoulder anyway. “hey.”
“hey.”
“so now what?” you ask, not moving from this very comfortable position. hongjoong hums in response, and you turn to place your chin on his shoulder and watch him as he thinks. he catches you off guard, kissing you before you even know it’s coming, and the sound of surprise has him letting out a laugh from deep within his chest.
“do you know how cute you are?” he asks.
“no, tell me.”
“i’ve always wanted to just wax poetic about about how everything you do drives me insane,” he starts, “and now i can. hope you’re ready for it love.”
now it’s your turn to steal a kiss, your heart swelling at hongjoong’s words. only this time neither of you pulls back, and what started off as innocent is quickly turning pg13. it registers in your mind for a moment that, wow, you’re in hongjoong’s car making out with your best friend, but that only makes your heart warm even more. you’ve wanted this moment for so long, you’ve wanted him for so long, and he’s finally here. he’s finally yours.
you’re pulled from your thoughts by hongjoong mumbling into your mouth that he wants you in his lap so you maneuver yourself to straddle his legs. before you settle back down he shakes his head, breaking from the kiss.
“no, not like that,” he tells you, lifting you up by the hips and placing you back down so you’re just straddling one leg. you don’t think anything of it at first, and you go back to kissing joong’s swollen lips. his hands stay on your hips, gripping tighter and tighter until you feel a change in pressure and you realize he’s guiding you to grind along his thigh. you take the hint and brace yourself on his shoulders, gasping as he bounces his leg under you.
“what’s wrong baby?” he asks in mock innocence. “don’t like it?” you just whine and shake your head, grinding down harder as hongjoong lets you set the pace. the layers of clothes between you are making this infinitely more frustrating, but hongjoong has captured your lips again and doesn’t seem to be interested in removing anything yet.
“joong,” you whisper between kisses. “need more.”
“what, can’t come like this?” he asks, and you shake your head. “too bad.”
he dives back into another kiss, his hands leaving your waist knowing that you’ll keep up the pace for him. instead he focuses on pulling your shirt up just enough to trace under your bra, and you moan into his mouth when he slides a finger under the fabric and just barely grazes your tit.
“you’re so sensitive,” he smiles. “i like that.”
“please baby, i need more,” you say again, and this time he gives in.
“fine,” he sighs. “get undressed.”
“will you help me?”
“so needy,” he complains, but helps you anyway. as you pull your shirt off, he works on undoing your pants. he cups your head so you don’t hit it on the ceiling as you raise up to slip your pants off, but before you can get rid of your panties honjoong is pulling you back down to his thigh. “that’s enough for now,” he decides, fingers tracing along the outline of your bra before trailing down to your panties. his hand dips to your core, finding the wet spot on the fabric and grinning. “man, you are sensitive. all this and we’ve barely started, baby.”
“are you gonna fuck me back here or do i have to keep getting off on your thigh?” you ask.
“hmm, you’ll come on my thigh and then we’ll see if you deserve to get fucked.”
“are you always this mean in bed?” you whine, and hongjoong chuckles in response.
“are you always this difficult? i said get off on my thigh,” he demands, and you don’t know if it’s the temperature of the car or his words that sends a chill down your spine. you wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him once before you lock your hands and get back to work, grinding down on his tensed thigh. you’ve shifted slightly so now you can feel his boner nudging your leg with each roll of your hips, and you can tell hongjoong is holding back whimpers at the contact. he bounces his thigh again unexpectedly, giving you a jolt that sends your forehead crashing into his. you both start laughing, but even that slight movement has you shaking in his lap. you keep your forehead pressed to his as you move again, gasping at the feeling of his hand sliding from your waist down to ghost over your clothed clit.
“touch me,” you beg, eyes pleading, and hongjoong can’t deny you what you want when you’re asking so sweetly. he holds eye contact with you as his hand dips into your panties, collecting some of your arousal before connecting with your clit. you keep dragging your hips, doing most of the work but hongjoong helps by rotating little circles on your bundle of nerves, sending you closer to your high with each touch.
“that’s it baby, gonna come for me?” he asks and you can only nod. “need you to use your words.”
“yes baby, almost there,” you whine, hips moving faster to chase the feeling. hongjoong picks up speed rubbing into your clit, and his encouraging words help you come crashing down with a gasping breath. “need to do that again, need to make you feel good.”
“if you insist baby,” hongjoong says. “doing so good for me.”
“how do you want me?” you ask, lazily kissing his neck as you catch your breath. hongjoong squeezes your hips in response and helps you situate yourself so you’re sitting down next to him.
“i want you several ways,” he says with lust in his eyes. “not sure how i wanna start.”
“ok, you think and i’m gonna take a minute,” you tell him as you close your eyes and try to regulate your heartbeat back to a normal pace. being with hongjoong has your senses heightened, so even though it was a little orgasm you feel like you just ran a marathon. while you’re trying to remember how to breathe normally, you feel hongjoong nudging at your legs so you let him move you where he wants. your eyes remain closed, until you feel hongjoong’s lips kissing over your soiled panties and you gasp, sitting up and instinctively pushing him back. “get outta there!”
“baby i don’t know how this is gonna work if you’re saying shit like that,” he laughs, looking up at you through hooded eyes as he rubs your thighs to calm you down. “what’s wrong? want me to stop?”
“no, no,” you assure him. “i just. it surprised me a little. i still can’t believe this is happening. doesn’t feel real.”
“it’s very real baby,” he says, pulling your underwear to the side to start stroking your entrance. “can i try again?” you simply nod, a whimper threatening to escape. hongjoong lets his finger gather some of your slick before he’s pulling your panties harder, exposing your clit to his hungry gaze. he gets to work rubbing soft circles on it while his lips kiss up and down your thighs, making you squirm. you want more, but this is almost too much for you, so you don’t want to ask just yet. you just let your head fall back on the seat and let out a shaky breath, but hongjoong doesn’t like that. he stops all movement and slaps your thigh, sharply pulling your attention back to him. “nope, eyes on me the whole time my love. need you watching every move i make or i stop moving.”
“ok,” you agree, eyes meeting his. he looks like he’s ready to devour you, and as you hold eye contact with him he starts to do just that, his tongue replacing his hand on your clit. he starts with kitten licks that have you whining for more, and when he thinks you’ve had enough he swipes his tongue all the way down to your core.
“mmf, you’re the sweetest birthday cake i’ve ever had,” he mumbles into your pussy.
“ew hongjoong,” you laugh, and he literally growls into your core.
“it’s true,” he says, eyes meeting yours again. “i could eat you out every day for the rest of my life and it still wouldn’t be enough.”
“promise?” you ask, getting cocky too soon because he moves back up to suck your clit and brings a finger back to your core, slipping it in quickly. he only pumps once or twice before he inserts another, curling them both to find your g spot. he’s frantic but in a practiced way, like he definitely knows what he’s doing but he can’t wait to feel every part of you, taste every part of you. he keeps making out with your clit and starts scissoring his fingers to open you up, and you let out a shriek at the new sensation.
“more of that baby,” he says, “let me hear you. there’s no one around to stay quiet for, let me know how good you feel.”
“it’s good hongjoong,” you tell him, hips bucking to meet the stroke of his hand. you’re stuffed with his fingers, his tongue on your clit, and it’s still not enough. “i want more. need more of you. need it all, baby.”
“no i wanna eat you out-”
“hongjoong!” you whine.
“y/n!” he whines back, but one look at you tells him he’s lost this fight. he licks from your core up to your clit one last time, swirling the nub for good measure and making you jolt. he sits up from his cramped position and huffs. “i don’t know how to get you where i want you for this.”
“fucking in the car was your idea,” you point out, and he groans, head falling against your thigh.
“just gimme a second,” he says and you groan. “patience baby.”
“let me at least see some of you,” you beg, grabbing for his pants and trying to undo the button. he lets you work him out of his pants as he thinks, and when you start cupping his bulge through his boxers his hand covers yours on instinct and guides you to touch him the way he likes, squeezing your hand over his balls and his hips buck in response.
“fuck,” he whispers, pulling you up as much as he can. “ok, you lay like this,” and he moves you to lean against the door with your hips up, and he pushes your legs to your chest. “hold these. now let me get my pants off.”
he finishes undressing rather awkwardly, and you have to laugh. a blush creeps up his neck as you giggle and pull him in for a kiss, mumbling about how cute he is. his demeanor breaks for a moment and he giggles back, sending you straight to the moon. hongjoong is yours. he feels the same way you do, and he’s about to show you how much you mean to him. he rolls a condom on quickly and climbs over you, pushing your legs further into your chest. he lines up with your entrance, eyes flicking up to yours to check that this is okay. you nod and blow him a kiss, and he’s smiling as he finally fills you up. his first full thrust leaves you with your mouth open in a silent moan but the next few thrusts pull the most pathetic whines from deep within your chest and hongjoong is eating it up.
“does it feel good baby?” and you can only nod, not sure words will come to you as he’s hitting your g spot and filling you so perfectly. he was made for you, and you know that now in this moment. he reaches up and plays with your tits, cupping them and flicking your nipples to earn himself extra moans from you in your fucked out state. all you can think of is hongjoong, all your senses filled with him and the way he’s making you feel. you come unexpectedly, moaning out his name so beautifully he almost comes with you. he slows down as you clench around him, trying to last longer to fully enjoy this moment. he leans down to kiss your chest, and you whisper his name to get his attention. he looks up at you delicately, and you smile in return.
“i love you,” you say so quiet you don’t know if he heard you. a smile spreads across his features as he kisses his way up your chest to your lips, kissing you sweetly.
“i love you too,” he says into your lips, brushing over them as he speaks. “you’re perfect, and i love you.”
“show me,” you encourage him, and he takes it as a challenge. his speed picks up out of nowhere, and you moan into his mouth as he captures your lips in another kiss. he helps you hold your legs in place, your arms falling to his waist as you try to pull him in closer. he’s fucking you so fast your head starts bumping against the door, but he quickly pulls you closer so you’re laying down completely and he’s hovering over you. the angle has him hitting you perfectly, and you reach down to rub your clit to come with him. you can tell he’s close, but he smacks your hand away, replacing it with his own. you wrap your free leg around his waist, keeping him close as he picks up speed on your clit.
“i’m gonna come baby, want you to come with me,” he says breathlessly.
“i don’t know if i can yet,” you whine, and he shakes his head.
“you can and you will. my baby can do anything,” he says, and you clench at his words. “see? you’re almost there baby, you can do it. count to three for me.”
“one,” you start off, and he slows his thrusts but keeps his pace on your clit. the change up has you seeing stars, and you almost forget you’re meant to be counting. “two.”
“good girl, come on, come with me-”
“three!” you shriek, a surprise burst of euphoria hitting you as you come. hongjoong came with you, groaning into your neck and sucking a hickey into what you assume will be a very visible spot tomorrow. he chuckles as he pulls back, appreciating the mess between your legs.
“when i said you could do anything i didn’t think it would make you squirt,” he says with a devilish grin. “made you feel that good, huh?”
“don’t be cocky,” you say, smacking his chest but shying away from his eyes nonetheless. “it was nice.”
“nice? baby i need us to do that every day. like a lot,”
“hongjoong!”
“y/n!”
“how am i supposed to clean this up,” you groan, changing the subject from hongjoong’s insatiable appetite.
“don’t, i like what you’ve done to the place.”
“you’re disgusting.”
“kidding,” he laughs, pecking the top of your head. “i’ve got a gym towel in the back, i hope that’s enough.”
“i hope it’s clean!”
“no promises!”
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hongjoong cleans you (and the backseat) up to the best of his ability, and you spent some time pillow talking, laying on his chest with the sound of the rain in the background. eventually it dies down enough, and you’re able to convince hongjoong that no, you can’t just lie naked in his backseat for the rest of the night. so you’re finally on the way home, hongjoong driving extra careful but refusing to let go of your hand in his lap.
he took you back the long way so you could spend more time together, forgetting the turn to your house and instead taking the main road back to the frat. he starts to turn around, but you tell him it’s fine.
“i can just sleep there,” you tell him. “but this time you’re not taking the futon.”
“but won’t the bed shake too much if we fuck again?” he asks with a pout.
“you never quit do you,” you laugh, and he just shrugs.
“don’t hate the player hate the game.”
“i can hate both.”
“don’t,” he pouts, making the turn onto frat row. you both laugh at the first house, the obvious remnants of a party lingering in the yard. the rain destroyed whatever fun they were having, and now there’s just one sad dude passed out in the grass who’s definitely waking up with a cold and a hangover. hongjoong parks in his usual spot in front of his frat, and he rushes out of the car to open your door for you. you start to remind him of his presents in the trunk when he kisses you, halting your train of thought. his lips distract you so much you almost forget it’s actively raining on you right now, and you squeal into his mouth to get him to stop.
“baby we’re getting soaked,” you cry and he just locks you in tighter, kissing you again. “mmf, joong, we’ll get sick,” you try again, and he doesn’t listen. at this point your clothes are drenched, so is it worth still fighting? but you take your final shot, promising him no more sex until his next birthday. you watch him move with a quickness you’ve never seen before, grabbing his gifts from the back and covering them with a jacket before he starts running toward the house, leaving you behind. you laugh as you run to catch up to him, watching as he hops from foot to foot trying to unlock the door with his gifts still in his arms. you gently take the keys and unlock the door for him, earning a quick “thanks babe!” and then he ducks inside. you follow him into the living room and who do you see but seonghwa and san sitting on the couch watching a movie. seonghwa watches in disgust as you both track wet footprints on his clean floor, and san smirks as he notices the dopey look on both of your faces.
“had a nice brithday bro?” san asks, and hongjoong nods.
“took you a long time to get home,” seonghwa points out and you clear your throat.
“we, uh, well, i got scared actually, and made him pull over,” you try to explain, but your cheeks heating up give you away.
“likely story,” seonghwa sighs. “go take a shower before you both get sick, i’m not taking care of two cry babies.”
“yeah don’t come upstairs for a while man,” hongjoong says as he starts pulling you toward the stairs.
“dude, gross!” seonghwa shouts. “i’m moving out.”
“but then you’ll miss us too much,” you tease, shooting him a wink as hongjoong pulls you away. you both giggle as seonghwa grumbles about never sleeping here again, and hongjoong stops you at the top of the steps to kiss you for the millionth time today.
“i can’t get enough of that,” he says with a smile. “of you. can’t believe it took us this long.”
“me neither.”
“you’re never getting rid of me now, you know that right?”
“ditto.”
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King Of Hell - Kim Hongjoong AU
Warnings: AU, King Of Hell!Hongjoong, explicit language, descriptive scenes, smut, hint of choking, throne sex, fingering, clit stimulation, supernatural powers being used, hair tugging, marking, hand job, cum tasting, unprotected sex, pet/nicknames, biting, cockwarming.
TW: If anyone is religious, I don’t recommend this fic.
W/C: 3.1K
Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!
You couldn’t recall the tale of how you found yourself, Queen of hell, ruling next to the King Of Hell, Kim Hongjoong, you just knew that you hadn’t regretted your decision once ever since you had joined his side. His thrilling side. You weren’t present for when punishments would take place, but you were present when there were meetings, but that was usually to keep him calm and keep his temper under control or try to. Usually, those meetings ended with him sending everyone out of the room and keeping you behind, needing to get rid of that stress, that anger.
He walks up behind you and looks at you through the mirror, watching as a smile forms on your lips, his hands move onto your shoulders and slowly towards your neck, brushing your hair out of the way, he leans closer to you and presses his lips to the back of your neck before his hands push against your neck, making you gasp.
“What are you thinking about?” He asks, his eyes almost flashing a red-orange colour. Like a fire burning in his eyes. “Don’t keep those thoughts to yourself,” His hands move away from your neck, and you look at him through the mirror.
“I’m sure you know what I’m thinking about,” You say. “Can we go do it again?” You watch as a smirk form on his lips. His tongue slips past his lips, and he licks over them.
“Let me go clear everyone from it… come in your robes,” He says. Before you could protest or say anything else, he was out of the room, and you were left alone. Left alone to the thought of what would happen in that throne room, on his throne, and to you. You squeeze your legs together and begin removing your clothes, piece by piece, while feeling your arousal growing between your folds as the seconds pass. You pull on his robe and close it at the front once you were fully naked before making your way to the throne room. The hallways were completely cleared from anyone and anything.
You reach the throne room and push it open, finding him on his throne, leaning forward with a smirk on his lips, your eyes move lower and saw his royal robes have been pushed open, and you can see a tent forming in his trousers. You step inside and close the door behind you, feeling excitement going through you.
“My robe as well…” He says in a deep tone. “How sexy of you,” You watch as his tongue swipes over his bottom lip. “Come here, so I can get a closer look,” You take a step closer to the throne, and you watch as he leans more forward. “So bloody gorgeous,” Once you were close enough, he reaches out for you and pulls you closer to him and onto his lap, your leg on either side of his legs before he spreads his legs, causing you to spread yours, making your folds to peel apart from how wet they already were and the robe to fall open. “Hmm, I heard that…” His hand moves between your legs, cupping your pussy, and slowly pushes his fingers between your folds.
“Hmm, Joong…” You moan out as you feel his finger slide over your clit with a feather-like touch. “More…” He chuckles, almost darkly, before sliding his fingers towards your entrance and feeling your arousal gathering there and growing.
“All for me?” He asks. You nod your head and feel his fingers press against your entrance before he slowly slides them back towards your clit, spreading your arousal over your pussy. “I bet it will taste so good,” You press your legs against the outside of his thighs as his fingers slide over your clit.
“Ohh, oh!” You gasp out. Your insides flip before starting to pull together. You suck your bottom lip between your teeth and tilt your head back. “Feels…” His finger presses down harder against your clit, and you almost lift off his lap.
“Oh, no, no, can’t have you lift off me now, can we?” He teases out. You feel a force on your thighs, and instantly knew he was using his powers to keep you down on his thighs. “Much better,” He drags his finger around your clit and your breathing becomes louder, you could feel sweat breaking out onto your skin.
“Hongjoong…” You breathe out. His fingers spread around your clit before coming together around it, pushing the nub between his fingers and slowly lifting his hand to pull on your clit, the nub slips through his fingers, making you gasp as a sensation goes through you. “Fuck…” His fingers were quickly back against your clit and moving towards your clit, his palm pressed against your clit, and you feel his fingers slip against your slit.
“Hmm… let’s see if two fingers will fit,” He says, and you feel two digits slowly slipping into you, stretching your walls. “Hmm… just about,” He pushes his fingers deeper into you until his knuckles were pressing against your pussy. “The sounds… hmm,” You could see his eyes flashing orange before going back to their normal colour. You try and lift off his lap, only to feel the invisible force holding you down on his lap tighten.
“Hongjoong…” You whine out. Your eyes fluttered as you squeeze your legs against his. He slowly slides his fingers out from you halfway before pushing them back into you, curling them before spreading them inside you, pushing against your walls and making the tension inside you grow. “Ohh…”
“Feels good?” He asks as he slowly brings his fingers back together inside you before slowly sliding them out of you until just the tips remained. “Want more?” You let out a whimper, and he pushes them back into you, spreading them before curling them this time.
“Ohh, fuck, Joong,” You moan out. His other hand moves to the back of your neck and slowly slides his fingers into your hair before gripping onto it and pulling your head back, he leans closer and begins peppering kisses over your neck before pausing on your collarbone. “Ohh, oh,” You could hear the sound of your wetness squelching as he pumps his fingers in and out of you, alternating between curling and spreading them.
“You sound so wet for me, sweetheart,” He mutters against your collarbone before his lips latch onto your skin. You could hear his breathing beaconing louder and sucking noises reach your ear, your walls clench at the sounds, and you let out a low whimper.
“Fuck… Hongjoong,” You moan out. Your eyes flutter at the pleasure, your insides twist and turn before pulling together, and the tension begins building inside you. “Ohh, fu…” Your back arches slightly, and you feel the robe rub over your nipples where it still covered your chest. Your toes begin curling as you feel his palm dig against your clit. “Ohh, Ohh, fucking… hell,” He pulls away from your collarbone and kisses up your throat before stopping as his lips were about to touch yours.
“You are fucking in hell,” He says before pressing his lips against yours, kissing you deeply as he pushes a third digit into you. You moan into his mouth and squeeze your eyes shut, you could feel his palm rub your clit while his fingers were pushing in and out of you, rubbing against your walls. He pulls away from the kiss, silver strings of saliva breaking off and dropping onto your chin before he releases the back of your head. “So fucking hot,” He growls out and curls his fingers inside you, pressing down hard against your walls.
“FUCK!” You scream and try to rise off his lap, the invisible force keeps you down on him as he mercilessly pounds his fingers in and out of you while keeping his palm pressed against your throbbing clit. “Hongjoooonnng!” Your chest heaves as you gasp in for air. His free hand moves to the robe you wore and pushes it down your shoulders, completely revealing you.
“Much better,” He mumbles and dips his head lower to latch his lips onto your nipple. Your walls spasm around his fingers as you feel him suck harshly on your nipple, your eyes roll to the back of your head behind your lids, and you see stars starting to dance in front of you. You could feel your legs starting to shake and a heat shoots up your spine.
“HONGJOONG!” You scream out. The tension snaps inside you and your high crashes into you, you feel his hand press down against your back as he pushes you more against him, pushing your boob more against his face. You shake on his lap as you go through your high. “Hongjoong, oh my fucking fuck, oh my… fuck,” You could feel saliva gathering inside your mouth before it begins slipping from the corner of your mouth as you forget to swallow for a moment. He tugs at your nipple, making you moan louder, and reaches to grip onto his hair, tugging on it. “OH, MY F—” His hand stills inside you, and he feels your walls spasm around him before he pulls away from your nipple, drool covering the side of his mouth.
“So pretty,” He mutters. “So needy for me,” He pulls his fingers from you and presses his hand against your mound and slides his hand upwards, leaving a trail of your arousal behind on your tummy before he pulls his hand away. You slowly open your eyes, blinking rapidly as you try and clear your vision, you hear the sound of him sucking and open your eyes wide as you see him sucking on his fingers, cleaning them.
“Hooonnngggjoonngg,” You whine out and clench around nothing. “Fuck,” He chuckles around his fingers and continues sucking them clean. Your head drops as you listen to him suck on them, your hands quickly drop from his head and move down to his trousers, the invisible force pushing you down onto him suddenly releases you, and you were able to lift off him. He watches as you grip onto his trousers and pull them down low enough for his cock to spring free and hit his lower tummy, leaving a smear of pre-cum behind on his skin. “Fuck…” He pulls his fingers from his mouth and moves them to your lips, pushing down on them.
“Do you see what you do to me, my little queen?” He asks. You open your mouth and let him slip his fingers into your mouth. “See how hard and ready I am for you?” You wrap your hand around the base of his cock and earn a groan from him. You couldn’t help but smirk around his fingers and slowly slide your hand along his length. “Fuck… those magic hands,” His hips buck into your hand, and you tighten your grip around his cock. “Fuck…” Your hand reaches the top of his cock, and you slide your thumb over the head, gathering his pre-cum onto your finger before slowly spreading it over the head. You look up at him and find his eyes flashing between orange and brown as he stares at you with lust covering his eyes. “I think I need to be inside you now,” He pulls his fingers from your mouth and moves his hands to your hips and pulls you closer to him. “Push it between your pussy lips,” You do as he says.
“Ohh, fuck…” You moan out as you feel his length against your pussy.
“Coat it with your cum,” He instructs. You begin sliding it through your folds, feeling your hand becomes coated with it also as you do. “That’s it… tease your clit with it,” You whimper as you move it to your clit and tap it against the nub before rubbing it against you. “Hmm, that’s it.”
“Fuck, Hongjoong, ohh…” You moan out as your breathing deepens again. “Hmm, oh,” He licks his lips as he watches you, his forever queen using his cock as a toy to basically get yourself off and make yourself feel good and him also.
“Push it inside you,” He mumbles lowly. A shiver runs up your spine, and you slowly move his cock to your entrance and slowly push the head into you.
“Ohhh,” You moan and slowly release his cock and move your hand to grip onto his shoulder as you lower down onto his cock, his fingers dig into your hips as he feels your walls surround him and suck him right in. “Fuck, ohh, fuck.”
“Hmm, so good, sucking me right in, princess,” He moans out. “Feels so good, fuck you always feel so good around me,” He suddenly pushes you down onto him, filling you in such a fast motion, that your back arches and an inaudible moan leave you. “Fuck, I just can’t help myself when it comes to you, I’m addicted to the feeling of you.”
“Fuck!” You manage to find your voice and feel him lift you off his cock, only stopping when the head remained inside you before lowing you down on him again, barely giving you time to adjust to him. “Fucking fuck!” He licks his lips as he watches your tits bounce each time he lifts and lowers you on his cock. The sound of your wetness fills the room along with your moans and his groans, it sounded sinful, and it was his favourite sound in the entire world.
“Fuck, that’s it, so good,” He groans out. Shockwaves went up and down your spine at how good it felt as his cock rubbed against your walls as he moves in and out of you. “Those sinful little noises, fuck, I love them from you,” You could feel his thighs flex underneath yours, his breathing was becoming ragged at the feeling of your walls starting to push down around him.
“Ohh myfuck, ohh, ohmm,” You moan out. Your eyes shut at the sensation going through you. “Joooonngggg,” He could feel your arousal leak down his cock and over his balls and onto the throne he sat on. You could feel your arousal splattering against the inside of your thighs with how fast he was moving you over him.
“Fuck, so good, making such a big mess for me,” He grunts out. He could feel how sticky his thighs were from wet and cum, his grip on your hips was starting to slip from how sweaty his hands and your skin were. “Fuck…” He bucks his hips upwards, pushing deeply into you, hitting a sweet spot inside you.
“JOONG!” You scream out and clamp your walls down around him. “Fuck, fuck,” He slides a hand between your legs and pushes his fingers against your clit, making you lift off him, almost causing him to slip out from you.
“Fuck, don’t do that, sweetheart,” He groans out. His fingers slowly begin teasing your clit with light touches, causing a heartbeat to form in the nub.
“Fuck, oh my…” You gasp out, you lean forward, laying your head on his shoulder as you gasp for air. “Fucking… gooood,” You could feel drool slipping from the corner of your mouth and dripping onto his chest. Your lips press against his skin, and suddenly you bite down as you feel him press down against your clit.
“FUCK!” He groans out, his eyes flashing orange at the sensation of your teeth sinking into his skin. “Fucking…” He growls out and roughly pushes you against his cock as he feels your walls spasm around him as you cum. Your muscles tensed and relaxed as you were cumming. He could feel a heartbeat starting to move along the vein in his cock and to the head of his cock. “Fuck… gonna fill you so good with my load,” You slowly release his shoulder and press your lips against the teeth marks, softly kissing it. “Oh, now you want to be soft with me.”
“Not my fa— fuck— fault, that felt so fucking good,” You fire back, feeling your high slowly descend. “Fucking…” You could hear his thighs slap against yours and feel it, fuck, he must have been desperate for a release. “See that up, and I’ll cum again.”
“That’s what I want,” He growls out before slamming upwards into you, pushing his cock against your sweet spot again. Your back arches and with how sensitive your walls felt, another high crash into you. “That’s it, milk my cock as you cum around it,” He was chasing his own high, his hips bucking into you as he tries to lower and lift you on his cock, it felt uneven and sloppy. “Fuck…” And then his head falls back against his throne, and he lets out a long sigh, and that’s when you felt it.
His cock twitches inside you and seconds later you feel hot ropes of cum coat your walls and spill from you as it becomes too much, your walls clench around him as you thought of how the throne would look with your mixed cum staining it. His movements calm down, and you turn your head to kiss the side of his neck. Everything becomes quiet, the only sounds remaining were both of you breathing hard and your heartbeat thumping loudly.
“Don’t you dare move now,” He mutters as he moves his hand away from your pussy and places it on your hips before sliding both his hands to the small of your back. “We’re gonna stay here and like this for a while,” You hum and keep your eyes shut, taking in the afterglow of it all. Your skin slowly cools down from the sweat coating it, and your heartbeat slowly calms down.
“Did I bite too hard?” You softly ask as you remember the bite you left behind on his skin.
“It’s fine… it was hot, fuck,” He groans out. “You should do it more often, my queen,” You couldn’t help but smile and snuggle a little more into him. “Perhaps I could try it with you also if you’re comfortable.”
“We will see…” You mutter as you move your arms to his waist and rest them there. “We will see if that’s something I’d like…” He chuckles, and you let out a whimper as his cock shifts inside you. “Fuck…”
“We should definitely do this more often, it’s so sexy and thrilling to it here,” He says. “Maybe every other day,” You hum as you slowly begin fading. “I could chase everyone out, and we can have this room to ourselves, use the walls or the doors also,” He could hear your heartbeat slow down to a steady beat. “And my queen fell asleep on me with me in her,” He couldn’t help but smile as he held you. “We’ll talk about it later then.”
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Our chemistry's insane, what can you do?
#ateez#atz#ateezedit#atzedit#atzsource#kpopedit#seonghwanet#park seonghwa#seonghwa#kim hongjoong#hongjoong#matz#*#learned how to gif in high quality for my matz#now no one talk to me about seonghwa#or his matz tattoo#or his overwhelming dominance as matz's leader#:-)#might make another set of solo shots#or the diss references throughout the song
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hello i CRAVE silly texts with hongjoong 🫸🫷plz
HERE U GO ANON ENJOY!!!!
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genre: fake texts au, fluff, idol!bf x non!idol
warnings: cursing, fem pronouns, nsfw (?), i need a hongjoong in my life guys 🙁
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hongjoong’s vlog is so boyfriend coded, and he did that intentionally. this man knows our delulu asses love this type of content from him, cuz he’s aware of how down bad we are :))
#i had to take a couple of hours after watching this to process#cuz this was A LOT#the morning bare face beauty 😩😩😩#whyyyy does he have to look so fuckable when he’s JUST BRUSHING HIS TEETH#the one button the arms out the forehead the bare face#UHHHHHHFGGGGHH#I’d give this pussy to him every. fucking. morning.#ok and then him showing the shot of him getting ready in just the tank top#OUCH#THAT WAS PERSONAL#the ARMS#FUCK ME SIDEWAYS#*inahle* HIM DRIVING !!!!!!!!!!#the ultimate boyfriend content#he looks HOT behind the wheel#the road head I’d give this man🥴🥴🥴#…..him in the gym#him leaning back just reclined looking all ridable#wanna straddle him and ride his shit SO BAD😩😩😩#he made sure to show off his arm too🙃🙃🙃#THE STUDIO CONTENT I AM LIVING#the cap while he’s driving at night🫠🫠🫠#so hongjoong when you gonna propose like#I’m ready 🤨💍#hongjoong hard thoughts#ateez hard thoughts#joongie#☕️
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Hi bestie!! (Hope it's okay I call you that)
Ever since I watched the MATZ mv, I can't get the thought of Hongjoong chained up to the chair out of my head. Unable to touch you while you suck him off and tease him, him begging you to let him cum but you are loving how desperate and whiny he sounds.
Do you think you could write something for this? It's okay if you're not comfortable with it! No hard feelings at all <3
Thank you in advance! Love your work!!
Hey Bestie😚 I’m COMPLETELY fine with you calling me that!!! I’m absolutely IN LOVE with this request, whiny Hongjoong? With inspiration from the Matz video?!? I’m CRIMINALLY ill. I was so excited to write this, I got you for sure babes💙, hopefully I was able to deliver👀😙! I was so comfy writing this, maybe a little to comfy lol my thumbs were just clacking away with excitement! I swear I’m in love with any sub like ateez member this request was just👩🍳💋!
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Please…Please
Word Count: 888
Warnings: Sub!Hongjoong (he’s very whiny), Dom!Reader, Oral (Receiving), Edging, Degradation, Teasing, Begging, Exhibitionism, Spit, If I Missed Anything..👀Lemme Know
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“Please! God, please please.” Hongjoong choked out through a sob. The clinking of the chain around his body echoed out in the empty room. You had been invited by Hongjoong to watch his solo shoot, while everyone decided to break for lunch, you decided you wanted to eat something else.
With his pants around his ankles, his leaking cock resting against your tongue that was laid flat on the underside of his cock, the pulsing vein throbbing on your tongue. His eyeliner smudged from the tears overflowing from his eyes. Alternating between sucking the head, and letting your tongue run along the length of his cock, bringing him close to the edge each time. Just to pull away and watch him whine hysterically as quietly as he could. Not wanting to alert the staff or Seonghwa of what was truly going on.
“God? Hmm…is that what I am to you?” You looked up at him, watching the streaks of his makeup spread across his pretty face. Sending him a flirtatious smile, you grab his leaking cock. Giving it a quick pump before, spitting on the tip of it watching it slide down the side. Rubbing your thumb slowly over the slit of his cock head, watching your leftover salvia, and his pre cum mix. Hongjoong watched your every move. Even though he couldn’t move much, he hawked you down. While he looked down at you, the power that you held between you both was enough to make him cum with his eyes closed.
“But Joongie you sound so cute when you whine.” You say through a fake pout, your hand slowly beginning to pump his cock up and down. Squeezing his eyes shut, his body does a very noticeable shiver. The chains holding his body back clink again. Trying his best to move, just so he could feel your skin. Tears pool at his eyes, while they are squeezed shut, he tosses his head back. Letting out a high pitched whine. His hands are clenched into such tight fists, his knuckles turn white. His tiny whimpers fill the empty area, his morals slipping away.
Standing up, you continue to pump him slowly. Putting your hand on his chin to tilt his head down so you are eye to eye. As soon as you drop your hand from his face his eyes shoot open..
“Please please touch me again..please..” he ends his sentence with such a desperate whisper you can help but let a sadistic smile grace your face. Your hand picks up speed in pumping his heavy cock. Letting your other hand roam across his neck, your nails lightly scratch at his skin, tilting his head back so he looks up at your body that is looming over his tied up frame. The dull lighting in the warehouse catches a couple of shed tears, making them twinkle.
“You really are a slut for me aren’t you Kim Hongjoong?”
His eyes flutter at your degradation. Your hand continues to pick up speed as you continue to talk to him..
“What would you do if Seonghwa walked in here right now? Seeing your face drenched in tears, makeup all smudged..” your hands come up to his jaw, holding it lightly, your thumb hooking in his mouth, prying his mouth slightly open, the dull light catching the grill in his mouth. Letting out a semi loud cry at the thought of anyone stumbling upon the both of you.
“Please…please..please let me cum. Please..”
Biting your lip, you push your thumb down on his tongue, alternating between letting your thumb skim the bottom of his grill and feeling his tongue between the padding of your thumb, immediately he closes his mouth around it letting out a loud, breathy moan at the taste of your skin. His chest heaves with heavy breaths, his eyes continuously flutter behind his lids.
“I’m going to cum, please…plea-se.” He says muffled due to him still sucking on your thumb, voice cracking at the end with his high in reach, his body shivers, cock jumping at the excitement of finally being able to enjoy the full blown pleasure. Tears pour out of his eyes..
“Yes..yes! Yes!” He moans louder and louder, the empty warehouse echoing with squelching noises, and his breathy moans. Just as he bites his lip, you let his deep red cock go. Letting out a loud cry he jerks his whole body, chains clanking loudly.
“Please let me cum, pleaseee..” he whines out, dragging out the “e” in please, his body is covered in a light sheen of sweat. His pupils are blown, and his chest letting out a deep heave. Just as you are about to speak, you hear the director announce loudly that there were 5 mins remaining before everyone was due back on set. Letting out a desperate cry Hongjoong rocks his body back and forth the chains making noise with each struggle of a movement. Dropping to your knees slowly, your mouth hovers above his brick hard cock, your warm breath making it ooze even more with precum. Rubbing your thumb lightly over the slit, his cock jumps in your hand.
“How many times do you think you can cum within 5 minutes Joongie?” You say with a smirk on your face before your lips latch onto him.
DO NOT REPOST.
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Thinking about Hongjoong recording your sounds as he fucks you.
In his studio way past midnight, because he just couldn't help himself. Seeing you with your hair down, fresh faced and kissed by starlight, glistening under his gaze like you yourself belonged in the night sky.
Thinking about Hongjoong putting said recordings into his songs, hidden underneath layers of loops and synths. Embedding the track with your essence– harvested under dark starlight seeping in through uncovered windows.
He'd cut and pitch and filter, until the evidence was virtually undetectable, unless you knew what to look for– so greedy, too greedy to share.
For his eyes only.
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Happy Death Day
Pairing: Ateez (OT8) x GN!Reader; Genre: Royal AU, SMUT, PWP; Rating: nsfw, MDNI, 18+; Warnings: mentions of death sentences, mentions of prisoners, suggestive, oral (m receiving) eight different times, hints of becoming a concubine; Wordcount: 3.528
Summary: Once a month eight princes sat down to discuss the prisoners futures. So when it was your turn and they asked for your statement, you said something that would change your fate.
A/N: Due to someone sharing Ateez royal concept pictures in a server, my brain went wild. And after sharing my thoughts, I promised @sanjoongie to write it out. Also thanks to her as well as @daemour and @potatomountain for helping me figure out some details! As always please enjoy this and tell me what you think!
You silently watched as another prisoner got dragged to their feet and presented to the council of future kings.
Ever since the old king died without a successor, six families came forth claiming the throne belonged to them. Though as none of them were able to back down, the sons of those families had to come together and work with equal leadership.
Each task the previous king fulfilled on his own was now distributed to the eight possible candidates. Only the biggest tasks were decided on together. Like Death Day.
Once a month prisoners of the country got presented in front of the council for them to decide on their fate. Some received redemption, others got sent back to prison for another month but most got sentenced to death.
This month you were the last in line to hear your sentence. You watched silently how the other prisoners reacted to their fate - crying, screaming, literally throwing some tantrums. ‘Pathetic’, was the only thing you could think of and with each case you were more and more certain you wouldn’t give anyone the satisfaction of a similar reaction.
Two soldiers came to your sides and grabbed you by your elbows, pulling you to the front of the large throne room. They dropped you in front of the elevated eight thrones, ignoring how you fell down to your knees and silently groaned in pain.
You pressed your lips into a thin line and got up on your knees, placing your shackled hands on your lap and looking up towards the eight men on their respective thrones.
The thrones weren’t as lavish as the original one behind them. The throne of the old king still stood behind the row of make-shift thrones for the eight men. It seemed to be made out of pure gold and integrated into the floor with plush red pillows to make it more comfortable.
The make-shift thrones didn’t appear that extravagant. Made out of dark wood and adorned with simple gold applications. Once the new king got chosen the thrones could be removed again as they weren’t connected to the ground.
As one of the men started retelling your supposed sins, you couldn’t care less to listen to it again. Instead your eyes drifted along the men, taking them in silently.
You noticed quickly how they wore similar uniforms. All of them were covered in the colours red, gold and black.
On the far left from your point of view sat a man, who seemed quite large. He wore a hat, which covered half of his face. Yet you still felt his strong gaze on your form. Prince Song Mingi. His appearance was truly intimidating.
Next to him sat a man whose shoulders appeared to be even broader. He nursed a silver cup in his hand, hiding his subtle smirk behind it. Choi San. He curiously stared at you before he leaned over to his cousin.
Your eyes followed his motion, meeting the expression of a stone-faced man. Choi Jongho. Even under his uniform you could tell he was strong and a man of power. It felt as if every movement of his was calculated - same with calculating everything around him.
While his stare felt unsettling, it was nothing compared to the eyes of the man next to him. Kim Hongjoong definitely had the most unhinged aura surrounding himself. He listened intently to the words of Park Seonghwa, who sat right next to him and read all the information about you from a piece of paper.
He didn’t look up at you, solely focused on his task. Half of his face got hidden behind the paper but you could tell how stunning he looked anyway.
A sudden movement to his right brought your attention further along the line of thrones. Kang Yeosang leaned over to Seonghwa, trying to escape an incredibly touchy Jung Wooyoung with a pressed smile.
Wooyoung lounged on his throne more than sitting on it. His upper body half leaned over to Yeosang, where he tried to grab onto his arm. At the same time his feet dangled over the other side, hitting his overly uninterested cousin every now and then.
Your eyes landed on the large form of Jung Yunho. He rested his chin on his hand and leaned on the armrest of the throne, looking rather bored with the whole situation.
“Y/N?”
Your attention snapped back to Jongho, who raised an eyebrow questioningly. “Didn’t you listen?” He scoffed and shook his head, ignoring the snickering from some of the other men. “I asked for your statement on this matter.”
You tilted your head and blinked a few times to process the question. “What matter? The matter of my death sentence? Are you truly asking me to make a statement about the way I’m going to die?”
San snorted loudly, covering his mouth and face with his free hand.
Hongjoong looked rather amused. A soft grin playing over his lips.
Seonghwa finally lifted his eyes and stared at you, curiosity getting the best of him.
Even Wooyoung and Yeosang halted their spiel and turned to focus on you.
“So you’re not trying to talk yourself out of it? No heartfelt back story, no bribe?”
You looked at Mingi, one side of your lips twitching into a smirk. “I didn’t know bribing was an option.” You pressed your tongue against the inside of your cheek as you took in the reactions of the eight princes in front of you.
Hongjoong gestured for the soldiers to leave the throne hall with a quick motion of his hand. Once the doors were shut behind them he leaned forward. “Currently your sentence is the guillotine. You’d need a rather good bribe to get out of that one.”
You hummed softly as if contemplating his words for a while. “No guillotine could take away the head I’m able to give.”
San choked on his drink yet again and started heavily coughing, needing Jongho to hit his back. Wooyoung leaned over to Yeosang with a wide grin, whispering something into his ear.
To your surprise though it was another prince, who stood up and called your attention. Yunho quietly walked over to you, stopping only a step away from your kneeling form. “Proof it.”
Your lips curled into a knowing grin. You raised your chin upwards, looking at him through your eyelashes. Even though he didn’t say anything else, his gaze was enough for you to know what he expected you to do.
You scooted closer to him without breaking eye contact. With your chained hands you wandered up along his long legs. With nimble fingers you opened his pants, well aware of the stares from the other princes.
Yunho crossed his arms in front of his chest. He refused to acknowledge the effect your touches and your eyes had on him.
Another sly grin flashed over your lips. As much as he tried to keep composure, it was the little things that betrayed him. How the muscles on his thighs tensed, how his jaw ticked off or how his eyes got somewhat glassy.
You palmed his hardening dick through the fabric of his undergarments. You licked over your lips. The size underneath your fingertips made your mouth water and your imagination run wild.
Hongjoong stood up from his own throne. He silently wandered to one side, wanting to have a better view of what was to come. Due to Yunho’s broad frame he wasn’t able to see you at all but he needed to know whether you could hold up to your own claim.
You pulled Yunho’s cock out of his restraints, wrapping the fingers of one hand around the base and pumping it ever so slowly. You moved your head closer to his crotch, kissing along his shaft and up to the head of the dick.
A soft groan escaped Yunho’s throat and his head tilted back ever so slightly. He needed to focus again and it took him every ounce of self control to look back down. His breath hitched when you opened your mouth and swirled your tongue around the tip of his cock.
You forgot about everything and everyone around you, solely focusing on Yunho’s dick. You opened your mouth further and descended on his cock, taking him deeper into your wet cave.
“Fuck”, Yunho cursed under his breath, all composure forgotten now that you bobbed your head on his dick and looked at him with big, innocent eyes. His breath became more irregular with the fast pace you set.
As if possessed he grabbed a fistful of your hair, pushing you even further down his shaft. The soft garbled noises you made as he hit the back of your throat turned him on even more.
Tears formed in the corners of your eyes and you tried to relax your jaw and even your breathing to accommodate Yunho’s huge cock. Still, whenever he hit the back of your throat you couldn’t stop the gagging sound from escaping.
A string of more curses fell from Yunho’s lips until he suddenly stilled, shooting his load down your throat.
Out of nowhere Wooyoung appeared in your line of view as he pulled Yunho away from you. He whistled in acknowledgement once he saw your empty mouth when you licked some spit from the corner of your lips.
“Guess, our little prisoner proved it.” Jongho stood next to Hongjoong, observing the situation in front of him.
“What? No!” Wooyoung hurried to Yeosang and pulled him to your form as well. “Anyone can give head for one person! It gets interesting whether Y/N is able to give even more.” With that he positioned Yeosang right in front of your face and pulled his pants down, ignoring the weak protests of his friend.
Yeosang was already hard but when you glanced up at his face you noticed the deep red blush on his cheeks. He covered half of his face with one of his large hands, avoiding to look at you or any of the other princes. Yet he didn’t try to remove himself from the situation.
You kissed the tip of his dick, relishing in the shiver that ran through his whole body. For a while you only took the tip in, letting your tongue swirl around it and suck on it ever so gently.
Yeosang whimpered, not even trying to keep silent. His eyelids fluttered shut. More and more tremors of pleasure ran through his body.
To both your surprises Wooyoung grabbed the back of your head and pushed you forward, holding you down on Yeosang’s cock.
Your nose pressed against his sternum. The sudden movement made you choke around his dick, tears immediately running down your cheeks. You barely managed to breathe properly, feeling a slight sense of panic as Wooyoung didn’t let go of your head.
Yeosang on the other hand couldn’t help himself and came down your throat, moaning loudly with every spurt.
Wooyoung finally pulled you off of Yeosang. Though he didn’t give you any time to recover, pushing his own dick into your open mouth almost immediately.
Your hands came up to his thighs, keeping you steady during the rough movements. After a few hard thrusts you were able to take over, making Wooyoung a moaning mess. You bobbed your head, varying the pace from moment to moment. Still, you wanted to edge him even more. You carefully pulled back your lips, grazing his shaft with your teeth.
“Ah!” Wooyoung quivered from your ministrations. His knees wobbled dangerously and his whines became more and more desperate. “Please, fuck, please let me cum.”
You hollowed your cheeks, encouraging him to follow his pleas. Hot spurts of cum trickled down your throat.
Wooyoung came with an outcry. As soon as he finished, he stepped back on shaking legs. A thin line of spit connected your lips to his dick until he reached enough distance.
You observed him a moment longer as he ran his fingers through his hair. He looked back at you with half lidded eyes, the pleasure still evident on his features.
“So far our little prisoner only handled one at a time”, Hongjoong stated with a wicked grin. He glanced over at Mingi and motioned him to come closer with a nod of his head.
You watched as both men moved over to your sides. Their height difference made your head spin with imaginations of what was to come. Your eyes switched between both men, barely noticing how they freed themselves and leisurely pumped their dicks. You could only focus on your rapidly beating heart and the heat building inside of your body.
Mingi tapped his dick against your cheek, moving your attention to his long cock. “Open up”, he told you with another tap - this time on your lips.
You followed his command without wasting a second, even letting your tongue roll out.
“Listens quite well”, Mingi let the others know as he pushed himself into your awaiting mouth. He grunted deeply and placed his large hand on the top of your head, which nearly covered it completely.
Even with his hand on your head, you had to work for him. You chose the tempo and how deep you actually wanted to go.
But just as you found your rhythm, Hongjoong cleared his throat behind you. He grabbed you by your neck and pulled you off of Mingi’s dick. Hongjoong chuckled at seeing your tear-stained face. “Don’t forget about me, gorgeous.”
You silently shook your head. You’d never forget about him, you wanted to tell him.
Hongjoong still pumped his own dick, glancing down at himself to indicate you should go to work now.
While he wasn’t as long as Mingi’s, you still had to relax your jaw while sucking him off. To your surprise though, Hongjoong pushed you away from himself after a moment, motioning for you to focus on Mingi again.
Almost delirious from kneeling between two princes, you felt bold enough to raise your chained hands to use them on Hongjoong’s cock while blowing Mingi.
You changed between both of them, ignoring how tired your arms got, until Hongjoong commanded you to sit still.
Mingi and Hongjoong did the rest, only seconds later spurting strings of cum over your face and upper body.
You wiped your face with your fingers and licked them clean right after it. A smile spread over your lips, when you noticed the lustful eyes of the men as they stepped back to make place for someone else.
San’s gaze seemed soft on the surface. He cupped your face, helping you to clean off the cum. He grinned when you eagerly opened your mouth to clean his thumb, silently thanking him for his help.
You swirled your tongue around his digit, looking up at him through your lashes. With every move of your tongue though, you noticed how his eyes darkened and the lust grew more and more prominent.
San pressed his thumb down on your tongue, smirking when you tried fighting against it. He forced your mouth open. His smirk grew once your jaw slackened. San grabbed his dick with his free hand and rubbed it over your lips, smearing his precum over them.
You wanted to wrap your lips around his cock, wanted to lick along his shaft with your tongue but you couldn’t do anything - just sit there and keep your mouth open for San.
Only towards the end did San let go of your jaw, ordering you to finish him off.
You wrapped your hands around his base while you hollowed your cheeks to go down on him. You tried rotating your wrists for an extra kick but the limited movements of your hands made the job slightly harder.
You noticed how San’s nose scrunched up the closer he got to his release. You moved your head back, resting his twitching cock on your outstretched tongue.
San watched how string after string of cum shot into your mouth and pooled on your tongue. He groaned and closed his eyes, throwing his head back until his load emptied out.
With a small smirk you kept your mouth open and moved your tongue around for a bit, playing with his cum before you swallowed it.
You sat back on your heels, licking over your lips. Even though your head and thoughts were spinning, you knew you weren’t done yet. You thought the next prince would simply step in front of you but when you turned your head, Jongho beckoned you towards him.
You pushed yourself up on your feet - the first few steps slightly uncertain from kneeling for quite some time. You walked up the five steps and stopped in front of Jongho, raising one eyebrow as you looked down at him.
Jongho chuckled and simply leaned back, crossing his arms behind his head. He looked at you, daring you to blow his mind.
Without hesitation you dropped down on your knees again. Your hands wandered over his strong thighs and up to the waistband of his pants. You giggled softly when Jongho lifted his hips to help you remove his pants.
His eyes darkened and focused on you even more after hearing your giggle. Jongho swallowed harshly. Somehow - even without your mouth on his dick yet - he understood the reactions of the others.
You started with small kitten licks, fascinated Jongho only made little hums as a reaction. Trying to get even more out of him, you went down on him. You didn’t go slow nor tried teasing him. You simply desired to take all of him in.
“Shit.”
If you would have been able to, you would have smirked upon hearing him curse and seeing how his mask slowly broke down. The second you felt his dick twitching inside your mouth, you inhaled through your nose deeply and then pushed yourself down on him until your nose pressed against his sternum. You stayed in that position and only moved away once you milked Jongho dry.
Seonghwa appeared next to you and gently pulled you up on your feet, smiling awkwardly when your attention drifted to him. His beauty entranced you.
“You did so well already”, Seonghwa mumbled and guided you a few steps away from Jongho. He had watched the other princes patiently, keeping silent about his painfully hard dick. He had watched how some of them were hard again and simply resumed to please themselves while they watched you intently. Seonghwa though hadn’t touched himself at all.
“I’ll do well for you too”, you whispered back, hands already rubbing over his clothed dick.
Seonghwa exhaled sharply and closed his eyes. He took in the feeling, shuddering from the pleasure running through his whole body. “Please.”
Ever so slowly you got down on your knees one more time, removing his pants and undergarments at the same time.
You wrapped your fingers around his shaft, using your thumb to circle his leaking hole. You looked up to his face, noticing how he bit down on his lower lip.
He barely opened his eyes - just enough to see you opening your lips and enveloping them around the head of his cock. Seonghwa praised you softly, brushing strands of your hair out of your face over and over again.
Once Seonghwa came, you were barely able to swallow his load before he pulled you up on your feet again and slammed his mouth on yours. He parted your lips with his tongue, licking along your lips, teeth and own tongue as well - tasting his and maybe even the cum of the others.
His kiss turned your world upside down. Your thoughts tumbled through your head without any control, just like your desire swirled through your whole body. It yearned for more.
After Seonghwa broke the kiss and guided you back to your spot before the eight thrones, you silently stood there - eyes unfocused, breathing irregular and mouth slightly open.
The eight princes had found their respective seats again, sharing meaningful glances between one another.
“I think all of us can agree that your statement wasn’t just a bluff”, Hongjoong announced, pulling you out of your trance.
“And we’re willing to redeem you.”
“Under one condition”, Wooyoung chimed in and somewhat interrupted Seonghwa, who momentarily glared at him but returned to look at you with a smile and a nod.
“What condition?” You asked carefully, eyeing each of the princes.
“You’ll stay at the palace.” Jongho told you simply.
“Make use of your head.” San had his silver glass back in his hand and toasted it towards you with a wink.
Yunho shifted to the edge of his seat and leaned forward. “Maybe even more than just your head.” A smirk played over his lips as his eyes wandered along your form.
“We wouldn’t want to send you to the guillotine after all.”
You straightened upon hearing Mingi’s words. But when you turned your head to look at him and saw a teasing grin on his face, you relaxed again and nodded in confirmation.
Yeosang’s deep voice pulled your attention at last: “I hope you’re ready for what is to come.”
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warning: light angst, hurt 2 comfort
“oh. oh no baby— don’t cry, please.”
you push hongjoong away as he gets closer to you. it hurt. the words that just stumbled out of his mouth, an allusion to how clingy you are apparently and how suffocating he feels around you slicing through you like knife on soft butter.
you had been fighting for the smallest thing for some days straight, the slightest actions setting both of you off, throwing icy comments at the other. but this time hongjoong pushed it too far, you had only asked him where he came from after he entered your house at 1am. was he at the studio? it wasn't the first time he arrived this late to your shared apartment but he always texted you about his whereabouts and cute messages, but this time nothing. you had been worrying yourself sick.
so when he snaps at you, the worry and tiredness tugging at your body, making it feel heavy only help the tears come out. you sniffle, rubbing your eyes with your knuckles as he comes closer. you take a step backwards and you miss the horrified hurt that flashes through his eyes.
"baby, please look at me, let me touch you," his voice cracks as you fail to meet his eyes, settling to look at the soft rug seonghwa had bought you when you and hongjoong both moved in together. he takes another step towards but your hug yourself.
"it's okay, i get it, you need your space, i'll let you breathe," you say to him, turning to walk up the stairs but he grabs your wrist and you don't even push him away when he tugs at you, making you fall directly into his arm as he hugs your head, hiding it deeper in the material of his shirt.
"no baby, i didn't mean it, you know how i get when i'm tired, baby please," he mumbles against your hair and your sobs grow in volume. he can feel your fists tighten against the material and he knows it's been so long since he held you like this. guilt hits him as he notices your broken form, small hiccups in between cries and he's not sure you can even hear him. he tightens his hold, both of you now on the floor, you in between his thighs as he rocks you back and forth.
you both stay in this position for minutes, his back against the couch as he rubs circles on your back, your head muffled in his neck, which is wet from the tears that just evacuated your body. when he feels that your body had calmed down, not shaking from the tears he forced out of you he pulls you back softly.
he grabs your face in the warm palm of his hands, looking at the aftermath, the bloodshot red eyes that peek behind puffy eyelids. the sticky eyelashes that form wet spikes. the streaks of water on your cheeks, like beautifully carved rivers from erosion. the puffiness of your lips, always so big after you cry. his own eyes reflect the hurt he had caused you. so unbelievable that you stand there in front of him on your knees looking so frail and so tired. he passes a shaky finger on one of your prominant eyebag. he knows he's been the cause of the aggravated darkness under your eyes, knowing fully that you have trouble sleeping without him. his heart tugs at him once again, guilt making hard for him to find the right words.
"i," he starts, clearing his throat when you look at him with tired eyes, not knowing what to expect coming from him after days of bickering, "i need you to understand that what i said just now," he grabs at your cheeks with one hand when you unvonluntary turn away, not wanting to meet his eyes as you reminince the comments, "i did not mean one word, not one, baby i need you to believe me, you know how i get when i'm stressed, and i'm not making excuses, i shouldn't act like that, i know it. i never want to hurt you baby, you're so important to me—"
he's cut off when you bring him closer to you, your lips meeting his in a heartwrenching kiss. you kiss him like your life depends on it, like he's your lifeline. and hongjoong feels every tiny bit of emotion you try to convey through the kiss as he tastes the saltiness of your tears. or his he doesn't know, all he knows is that your lips are on his and he's the happiest man alive, so relieved.
he picks you up, walking up the stairs, and you don't even notice he's brought you in your bedroom until he softly puts you down on your mattress, still not separating yourself from his lips. you continue kissing, finally feeling whole after this tiring week.
he pulls pack and he takes another moment to stare at you. holding himself on his right forearm next to your head, his uses his left hand to brush the hair away from your face. the light is low in you room, only coming from the full moon outside of your window, but he swears you've never been this beautiful, eyes shining.
"you're so pretty when you cry."
you both let out small laughs at the absurdity of the comment he just out, breaking the soft atmosphere and he bends to peck you, kissing your front teeth instead.
"no but seriously," he passes a thumb over your eyebrow, "i'm sorry baby, are you still mad at me," when you shake your head sideways he lets out a soft sigh.
"lemme hear your voice pretty, missed it so much," he groans as he drops his head on your neck. instead of crying in the soothing spot he drops small pecks. you clear your throat, dry and tight from all the crying as you try to croak out an answer.
"i love you," you simply whisper, wincing when you hear how gruff you sound and he stills on top of you. he stops his pecks to open his mouth, taking a small part of the skin in his mouth, sucking slightly. he nibbles on red skin, perfect teeth rolling the flesh between them and he finally lets go, dropping one last chaste skin on the skin.
"i love you too. so much."
masterlist
#soft thoughts#soft hours#hongjoong#ateez#x reader#x you#x y/n#fluff#imagines#scenarios#fanfic#headcanons#drabble#one shot#angst#light angst#hurt comfort#x gn y/n#x gn reader#soft angst
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ATEEZ August Fic Recs that kept me hella busy
Please don’t forget to read content warnings for each work before reading it and if it’s NSFW minors do not interact !!
✨ = personal fav
To start with I’m gonna drop off some AO3 fics that had me HOOKED this month
A Fever You Can’t Sweat Out (wy x san x reader) by to_shinestar (NSFW)
All on your tongue (ys x reader) by luvcorewhor3 (NSFW)
bloodline (ot8 x reader) by lowceiling (NSFW) (definitely read the warnings)
Bound To You (ot8 x reader) by CallmeYazzy_Cat (NSFW) (please read the warnings on this one)
catlike (san x reader) by maganxx ✨
Desperate (san x reader x hj) by hanafudaearrings (NSFW)
Kiss of Chaos (sh x reader) by tenelkadjo (NSFW) ✨
the beginning of the end (ot8 x reader) by Ye0ni3_luvrr
The House of Eden (ot8 x reader) by faerbloom ✨
Without a Trace (ot8 x reader) (vigilante AU) by stayarmytinyzenmoa_1
Headcanons
Ateez reaction to you initiating your first kiss spontaneously by @ghsthwa
Beneficial (FWB Headcanons) by @lokai-fi
ateez reaction to you being in need of comfort by @mazeinthemiroh
ateez boyfriend headcanons by @yunhobug
ateez reaction: sexual tension by @yunhobug
hongjoong as a boyfriend by @yunhobug
mtl likely to let you pick his outfit by @i-luvsang
atz reaction to you giving them your hand randomly by @calmdownluv
san as your boyfriend by @jungwnies
san sfw alphabet by @jungwnies
ateez + size kink by @hyuckvanqel (NSFW)
ateez reaction to you wearing something of theirs by @star1117-archives
kim hongjoong boyfriend headcanons by @mazeinthemiroh
park seonghwa boyfriend headcanons by @mazeinthemiroh
kang yeosang boyfriend headcanons by @mazeinthemiroh
choi san boyfriend headcanons by @mazeinthemiroh
san sfw alphabet by @mazeinthemiroh
jung wooyoung boyfriend headcanons by @mazeinthemiroh
ateez as acts of service by @dreamyyeosang
ateez kisses by @star-1117
sending you pictures of himself to see your reaction by @i-luvsang
seonghwa astrology observation by @theastromind
hongjoong sfw alphabet by @jungwnies
ateez as boyfriends (hyung line) by @honeyhotteoks
ateez as boyfriends (maknae line) by @honeyhotteoks
Fanfics / One shots
Room for three (yh x reader x sh) by @honeyhotteoks (NSFW) ✨
And if i stay (yh x reader x sh) pt 2 to the above fic by @honeyhotteoks (NSFW) ✨
Rainy morning (mg x reader) by @nateezfics NSFW
6:41 (wy x reader) by @halotopicecream NSFW ✨
#arkive recs#ateez x reader#ateez#hongjoong#seonghwa#yunho#yeosang#san#mingi#wooyoung#jongho#ateez fanfic recs#ateez one shots#ateez smut#ateez fluff#ateez headcanons#ateez reactions
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Wanna read: September
bts & ateez
MASTERLIST
(last update: 09.08.2023)
-ˏˋ BTS ˊˎ-
MIN YOONGI
look down on me like that by @here2bbtstrash
make me by @ppersonna
twirl for me by @gimmethatagustd
Countermelody by @bonvoyagenoona
grey area by @blushoseoks
gwanghae flow by @btssavedmylifeblr
your favourite game by @gimmesumsuga feat. jk
all eyes on me by @here2bbtstrash
drip by @here2bbtstrash
PARK JIMIN
drabble by @eoieopda
no strings by @kpopfanfictrash
him after all by @mercurygguk
cherry flavored by @ppersonna
physical by @ppersonna
JEON JUNGKOOK
never thought by @yoongiphoria
Oh My God, They Were (Quarantined) Roommates by @ot7always
MCD*CKIN by @jinned
caught me by @jeongi
your favourite game by @gimmesumsuga feat. yg
seven days by @hisunshiine
bangtan scouts by @hisunshiine
candles & flames by @taegularities
-ˏˋ ATEEZ ˊˎ-
PARK SEONGHWA
animal crossing by @kyufessions
Love From Italy by @atinytinaa
paradigm by @yoongiseesawmp3
fuel lines by @chaseatinydream
KIM HONGJOONG
deal by @hongism
Coming Home by @mia-tiny
Horizon by pxedpiper
wildflower by @jumilkies
steeeam! by @feltednettles
JEONG YUNHO
just between friends by @honeyhotteoks feat. mingi
KANG YEOSANG
The Roommate Agreement by @ateezreactionsandscenarios
Longing by @sxcret-garden
CHOI SAN
only one by @just-some-random-blogger
The sound of our tied souls by @jaehunnyy
Soggy Cereal by @mingtinys
Good luck kiss by @ateezlovely
Our Little Star by @littleocean-rose
SONG MINGI
lavender haze by @feltednettles
just between friends by @honeyhotteoks feat. yunho
in each other’s arms by @kimsohn
JUNG WOOYOUNG
Unknown fever. by @a-soft-hornytiny
All 'Cause of a Neck Kiss by @cocobeanncteez
Beans on Toast by @naesarangyunho
CHOI JONGHO
Million Words by @justwritedreams
OT8
into the aurora by @honeyhotteoks
The Buccanneer Queen by @harmonie-writes
#bts fic rec#bts jungkook#bts min yoongi#bts fanfic#ateez masterlist#ateez fic recs#ateez x reader#bts x reader#ateez san#ateez wooyoung#ateez mingi#ateez yunho#ateez yeosang#ateez seonghwa#ateez hongjoong#ateez jongho#bts taehyung#bts jimin smut#bts one shot#bts hoseok#bts namjoon#bts seokjin
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idol series
mini masterlist for the idol!ateez series. new stories will be updated as they come!
bla bla bla (m) - 15.6k
idol!hongjoong x staff!reader. it’s the thrill of being with someone off limits that pulls you to hongjoong. hushed conversations, discreet kisses, rushed sex. you can’t let anyone else at the company know that this has been going on so long, but the more time you spend with him the more madly in love you fall for kim hongjoong, leader of ateez.
own my mind (m) - 10.6k
idol!san x producer!reader. san hates you, you're sure of it, and the feeling is pretty mutual. are these feelings true, or does he just need to spend some time getting to know you?
#ateez fic#ateez fanfic#ateez one shot#ateez imagine#ateez smut#ateez fluff#ateez angst#ateez x reader#hongjoong#kim hongjoong#san#choi san#hongjoong x reader#san x reader#hongjoong smut#san smut#san angst#hongjoong angst#hongjoong one shot#hongjoong imagine#san one shot#san imagine
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#the mvps of this photoshoot#wooyoung#hongjoong#seonghwa#ateez#wooyoung and his parents#my favourite shot in that middle one of wy#it's giving Haider Ackermann x Ann D Male Model
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✦ If Without You ✦
[seongjoong coffee shop au]
➸ tags: coffee shop au, comforting & wholesome, barista park seonghwa x artist kim hongjoong, finding your passion, happy ending, psychology, change of live view, rural town setting, social expectations discussions;
➸ hongjoong/seonghwa (ateez);
➸ general audiences, 5.1k words, finished;
“The promise wasn’t what Seonghwa stayed for all those weeks but because he wanted to. For this coffee shop, for his customers—people who gifted him a missing piece.”
Or, a story about finding your place in the world, your passion and sense of belonging; about the powerful words Seonghwa needed to hear his whole life, yet they only caught in the rural coffee shop after he hit twenty-five. That day, the artist appeared before him and let Seonghwa see the world with his eyes.
READ ON AO3 (by. hongsterz) + follow me on twitter for more ♡
#ateez#ateez fanfiction#ateez fanfic#kim hongjoong#park seonghwa#jeong yunho#kang yeosang#choi san#choi jongho#song mingi#jung wooyoung#ateez fic#coffee shop au#cafe au#coffee shop#one shot#seongjoong#honghwa#matz#seonghwa x hongjoong#hongjoong x seonghwa#comforting#short fiction#byhongsterz
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could do some ateez ot8 boyfriend texts?? thank you so much 🩷🩷
I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS OMGGGG!!!!
finally it’s time for my babies hehe here you go:))
boyfriend texts w/ || ATEEZ
genre: fake texts, one shot au, fluff, idol!bf
warnings: kys jokes, cursing, fem pronouns, nsfw
#ateez hongjoong#ateez seonghwa#ateez yunho#ateez yeosang#ateez san#ateez mingi#ateez wooyoung#ateez jongho#ateez fake texts#ateez social media au#ateez smau#ateez fluff#ateez one shot smau#ateez one shot au#hongjoong smau#choi san smau#seonghwa smau#mingi smau#yunho smau#wooyoung smau#yeosang smau#jongho smau#kpop one shot smau#kpop smau#kpoptexts#kpop social media au#kpopsmau#kpopfics#kpopfanfics#🐾
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hongjoong ー last christmas
#shrimp gifs#hongjoong#ateez#kpop#hj looks amazing in colorful and unique hairstyles like he Owns them but there's something i'm v fond of in plain brown/black joongie#cozy. soft. very nice#ANYWAY can you see i added some subtle grain? hehehehe#oh also i'm in love w/ the way sunlight plays with the shell of his ear... positively edible#gfhghfgj it's kinda funny how they airbrushed the hell out of him in the first shot#but not in the next one...#let the guy have skin texture perhaps :')
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