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( 505 ) 001 | 𝐤𝐢𝐦 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 11.5k
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: artist hongjoong + trust fund baby female reader
𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: smut, brat taming, body writing, orgasm control, age gap (5-6 years), petnames (doll & baby)
𝐞𝐱𝐭: first installment of 505! based on @atzsslut's kink headcanon.
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“The Dragonfly” at The Modern Art Museum
11 West 53 Street, Manhattan
July 15 & 16, 10:30 am to 5:30 pm
You read off the invitation letter that found its way into your mailbox a month ago.
That day you were sitting on your kitchen island, the stone cold against the bare skin of your thighs. But the feeling was welcomed nonetheless; it provided some sort of relief to the stinging strain of your thigh muscles.
“Babe!” Hongjoong called, his slippers slapping against the floorboards as he skitters down the direction of the kitchen.
Your lover slips his crumpled shirt off his shoulders and onto the ground. He put that button up shirt on haphazardly earlier on his way to get the mail– didn’t even bother to close it, opting to walk out the door with fresh red and purple flowers blooming from his neck down to his chest.
He stands in between your legs and steals the tall glass of apple juice from your hands in exchange for the black envelope he pulled out from your mailbox . You spot gold text at the back of the square that reads ‘MoMA’ and your eyes immediately snap to his own excited ones.
A month later you’re sitting on a luxurious hotel bed, surrounded by gigantic pillows and burrowed in the downy soaked duvet. The parchment sits in front of you, stark ink elegantly curling and curving to form words.
An incense burned on the table across you, the smoke wafting up and disappearing before reaching the high ceilings of the suite. The room smells of Japanese roses, Hongjoong’s favourite scent because it’s the same scent he met you with. Your favourite was white sage, because it reminds you of your lover: bright, refreshing and comforting.
A mirror sits on the wall above the table and you stare at your reflection. Barely dressed, full face of makeup, and hair tousled into a mess. Beautiful, Hongjoong would say. You’d agree with him, you are beautiful. Especially with the way your makeup was done, deep red eyeshadow smudged under your eyes, extended out into a sharp wing and a sweet romantic gloss over your lips.
Yet, you were troubled. Gnawing on your painted lips, you were gorgeously troubled. Laid out in front of you are two stunning dresses.
To your right was a fern green silk dress. One you bought just yesterday, forcing the cab to stop and rushing out when you spotted it displayed in a boutique. It’s backless, strappy and glossy, everything that gets your gears turning in a dress. The ribbons would criss and cross over your back, tight and soft against your skin. It was long, draping down to your shins with a risque slit cutting down from your left hip. Yes, hip. The band of your thong would have no choice but to peek out if you chose to wear it.
Now, on your left is a little black dress that hugged your curves oh so addictingly. When you first put it on, Hongjoong was mesmerised. His fingers were drawn to your waist as if they were opposite poles of a magnet. The black cloque ended right where your thighs began. The smallest move would flash your ass out to the crowd. Just how you like it. A gold chain belt would wrap loosely on your waist, cinched and catching the eyes of whoever dared to look.
Another important thing to note was that Honjoong chose this dress for today. He dragged you out shopping and spent nearly hours touring the city square in search of the best suit and dress for this event. And the best they were indeed. A perfect match for each other yet both so unique in their own ways.
But of course, to your overtly idiosyncratic boyfriend they ‘didn’t scratch his itch’, he said for lack of a better term.
So the first week was spent measuring your bodies, each fraction of an inch counted. The second was for finding the problems of the pieces. Week three was what you called ‘trial and error’; every single day you’d be ushered into a studio to make the tiniest adjustments on your dress. Putting it on and slipping it off nearly eight times a day.
And it was on the fourth week when Hongjoong got the call from the tailors confirming that your outfits were done. When asked if any of that was necessary, he turned to you and firmly said something akin to ‘of course’.
“Because, there’s no one like you, no one like me. No one like us.”
“You’re not yet dressed?”
There’s the man of the hour. Stepping out of the bathroom, Hongjoong holds the towel on his waist, his hair sopping wet and dribbling. Drip, drip, dripping water all over the carpet. You hate it. The droplets making home on the carpet where they aren’t supposed to be. The annoying circular spots of wetness you’ll step on by chance. And with one glare from you, your boyfriend walks back inside the bathroom to retrieve another towel.
“You look beautiful by the way.”
Oh what a sight. Hongjoong bare from the waist up, his skin glistening with water and his bicep flexing with every time he scrubs the towel on his head. The tattoo on his arm catches your eye as it always does.
‘NO1LIKEME’
Inked on his bicep in gothic lettering. So like him, eccentric and unlike any other. He isn’t afraid to be bold or express himself. Be colourful, be loud, or take up space. And you love him. Every single aspect of him. You’d even kiss his personality if you could. But you couldn’t, and there’s something so upsetting about not being able to lay your love on all of him. How your most favourite part of him was something you couldn’t physically come in contact with. It’s maddening.
“Thank you.” You throw him a simple smile, his favourite.
Actually… everything about you is his favourite. The way you bite your nails when you bid a high price on a set of rubies that you’ll probably only wear once (you won the bid, and he was right, you only wore it once because it didn’t ‘fit your aesthetic’). Or your tipsy walk where you keep your head down and focus on walking in a straight line, chanting ‘don’t look drunk’ out loud when you think you’re only saying it in your mind.
The point is, you love each other, so much it’s near overwhelming.
You also love Hongjoong’s ass (and Hongjoong, yours). So can you really be blamed for whistling at him when he drops the towel on the ground? His plump rear just out for you to ogle.
“Marvellous.”
“I’d highly appreciate it if you don’t whisper like that while looking at my ass.”
He throws you a playful glare and grabs his underwear from the dresser to block his precious buns from your predatory gaze.
“Really? When you have an ass like Perseus?”
“Never say that again.”
“Why not? Perseus had an ass that clapped like thunder.”
Your lover pauses, mind halting at the words that tumbled oh so casually off your lips. Sometimes Hongjoong forgets he’s almost ten years older than you– ‘eight years!’ you’d always correct him.
He met you at one of his exhibitions two years ago. You were blooming with youth and staring in awe at his most recent piece. He watched you from the second storey of the gallery, scuttling around looking for the manager. Making sharp turns and circling the entire floor almost five times, Hongjoong wondered what you needed that urgently to be racing around at that pace.
Sure it was entertaining– watching you click clack across the halls like a little mouse and he was a hawk, but he saw you whip dangerously close to his stained glass sculpture and he felt his heart fall to his ass. So he had to intervene.
You wanted to buy his painting and fought tooth and nail with the artist himself to grab it off the wall and put it on yours. Hongjoong liked that. Your vigour and strongheaded-ness. Somehow along the process of commissioning a painting from him, you two ended up going on dates and giving each other little trinkets of affection.
Your relationship was not odd, not at all. But there have been people who questioned you two. Of course, Hongjoong looked nothing like his age, it seemed as if he was barely over twenty-five. However, once thirty-three escapes his lips, all eyes suddenly turn to you with one question in mind.
“Is he your sugar daddy?”
The idea was just the farthest thing from the truth. In fact, you were even richer than him when you first met. He has never in his life met anyone who was more willing to write him a cheque for thirty-six million won for a partially dry painting. It all made sense later when he found out you were a trust fund baby. With your father owning several hospitals and mother being the president of a mobile network company. That near forty million didn’t even make a dent in your bank account.
“Please just get dressed.” he sighs.
You don’t respond.
Odd, Hongjoong thought, you were never quiet. He turns to look at you and you’re already staring back with a pout and glittery eyes.
He knows that look. You first gave it to him when you asked about taking home his painting. And again on your first date where he ended up on your bed and you held his wrist to make him stay. One more time just yesterday when you stood in front of the boutique window, practically kneeling and asking if you could get the dress.
You want something.
“What?”
Your arm slithers out of the duvet cocoon you’re wrapped up in and draws circles on the silk dress splayed in front of you.
“Can I wear this?”
You stare at his half naked form, gaze switching from him to the clothing rack behind him. Where his newly ironed, black and gold suit hung. His blazer was dark as a starless night sky, hung from the iron rod, the structure a perfect fit for your lover. Across the black fabric was a splatter of gold to match his cincher belt decorated with golden petunias and vines moulded out of wire and metal sheets.
The ideal pair to your dress. Which is why Hongjoong’s confused. Did you no longer want to match with him? What’s wrong with the dress he got you? DId you not like it? How is a basic factory made dress better than the dress he got tailored to fit only you? He doesn’t get you sometimes, and this time was one of them.
“What’s wrong with the black one?”
“Nothing! I just wanna wear the green one right now.”
“You said that’s for our anniversary.”
You did say that, but your anniversary was still a couple months away. How could you stay away from the tempting silk of the dress? It’s impossible! Just leaving the dress to collect dust in your closet (which to be fair is what most of your dresses do since you only wear them once), you can’t handle it.
“But it’s so pretty, Hongie.”
There it is, stage two of your ‘get-whatever-i-want’ action plan. First was the eyes, and then came the nickname. It’s adorable, don’t misunderstand. Hongjoong loves it when you call him that; it makes him weak and flutter. But that’s the farthest thing from being ideal right now.
“The dress is pretty too! We got it tailored for a month, baby.”
He walks towards where you sat, wrapping his arms around your bundled self. Just two barely dressed lovers embracing one another, nothing out of the ordinary.
“I know but…”
“It’s a perfect match for my suit, baby.”
His hands are firm on your shoulders and his eyes mirror yours. Furrowed brows and sparkling against the sunlight that pours through the large windows. But you were much more headstrong than your boyfriend when puppy eyes are involved.
“We can always match later!”
“Well, you can always wear that dress later! On our anniversary.”
The more you think about it, the farther your anniversary seems. First it felt like eight weeks, then it turned to three months. Now, it seems as if you’re gonna have to wait for a whole year to wear the dress. What other opportunities will you have to wear it?
Hongjoong could give you many opportunities. Such as:
Your anniversary (obviously)
Your mom’s annual company party
Your dad’s annual company party
The exhibition events he has about three times a year
And many many more.
“Fine, then! I’m not going.”
Hongjoong freezes. Really? You’re gonna give him attitude even in New York?
Stage three of how you get what you want: rebel. In simpler terms, this strategy you mastered is called bratiness. Oh and does Hongjoong hate brats. Can’t stand them thinking they’re in control.
So he sighs, trying to gain his composure because the event is about an hour away. And he knows putting you back in place requires several hours. You’re one tough nut to crack… Or maybe he’s the one who takes his time to crack you.
“But we flew all the way to New York for this, baby.”
“But look at it, Hongie!”
Hongjoong watches you pull up the dress, the silk dangling from your fingers. The duvet around your shoulders slips off and reveals more of your skin to him. Soft and smooth to the touch. God, he wants to run his fingers across it, maybe even scribble his name on your shoulder.
“I know, love. But we planned this for months. It’d just be a waste if you don’t wear it.”
You grumble about your lover being stuck up because he isn’t giving you freedom. Of course Hongjoong heard it, and you can bet your bottom dollar it pissed him off even more. His inner stove dial is slowly turning higher and his blood starts boiling even hotter.
“Come on, baby. Listen to me just this once?”
“No.”
You throw the blanket off yourself and stomp to the vanity, wanting to wipe all your makeup off. Crazy, really, because you spent nearly two hours putting on your face. Woke up at four am to get ready, and showered in the blistering cold.
Just like Cassie Howards in that popular show, ‘Euphoria’. Hongjoong walked in on you the day you were watching the second season’s finale and he threw you the oddest glance upon seeing various men in flesh coloured tights dry humping each other to the beat. What a strange show, he thought.
“Don’t be like that, y/n.”
His voice was stern, it shook your core. But if Hongjoong thinks that lowering his voice an octave was gonna make you waver (he didn’t, he was just hoping it would today) he was wrong. So wrong. Even after he got up and grasped your wrist, you still tried to charge forward.
“Please, y/n! You can wear the dress later in the afternoon!”
“No!”
His grip loosens and you start digging around for your micellar water. The bottle was lodged deep inside your makeup suitcase, underneath the piles of palettes and cream tubes. Were any of these necessary? Probably not, you only needed around two palettes, three if you were feeling adventurous, but the voice in your head told you to bring it all. So your Louis Vuitton suitcase was filled with a drawer’s worth of cosmetic products.
“Even after yesterday?.”
“Most especially after yesterday! Did you think I’m not gonna wear the most stunning dress to ever exist?”
“What about the one I got you?!”
“This isn’t about that!”
Your lover stares at you crouching down in search of the bottle and the pack of cotton pads with a gaze so sharp and heavy. You ignore it, no matter how heavy it felt and how hot it made your skin. You were on a mission. That dress… you’re wearing it today. You’d rather die than not.
“That’s how it’s going to be, huh.”
Just when you finally spotted the gold cap of your makeup remover, Hongjoong stands with his fists balled up by his sides. He was hot, both figuratively and literally. Every inch of his body was searing with fury. A couple hours won’t hurt right? No one will probably notice his absence.
“You know what? Fine! Wear the stupid fucking dress, whatever.”
You whip your head back, eyes bright and happy. But that soon simmered down when you saw the look on his face. Red in the face with an apoplectic flush. Fucking sexy.
You squeal a little cheer, ignoring his angry gaze. You pick the dress off the mattress with a triumphant smirk on your lips. You always get what you want.
Once you slip the dress on, you turn to Hongjoong who hasn’t said a word since then. Instead he stood motionless, staring at your reflection in the mirror. The green fabric hangs on your shoulders, shapelessly draping over your curves.
“What are you waiting for? Get dressed, babe.”
You shuffle onto the bed to grab the gold chain link necklace haphazardly thrown in between the hotel’s decorative pillows. Honestly, you probably would have forgotten about it if you argued a second longer. Oh well, it would have been a pleasant treat to the next tenants, because who wouldn’t want a twenty-four karat gold necklace?
Your fingers just about brushed against the cool metal when your face was shoved into the mattress. A hand (unmistakably Hongjoong’s) roughly grips at your neck, and stars blur your dark vision.
“You wanna wear that dress so bad? Then wear it while I fuck the brat out of you.”
Your lover redirects his grip onto your hips, pulling up while keeping your torso down. And, boy, does Hongjoong think about how delectable you look right now. He could just eat you up and you wouldn’t do a thing. Maybe he should eat you out right now… Or not.
The green fabric gets flipped up and over your ass, exposing you black thong and Hongjoong scoffs. This would have been a glorious pair to your black dress. You wouldn’t even let him have his way for one day? On this day of all days?
“Hongjoong! The party!”
It’s baffling how you have the gal to even say that right after the scene you started. And it’s so funny to Hongjoong, downright hilarious. Oh he’s about to die laughing…
Well, that’s what you hoped. All you ever wanted was to tilt your boyfriend slightly over the edge just so he’d let you wear the dress. You didn’t mean to let his anger boil over like pasta cooking in a pot filled to the brim (side note: you only came to this analogy because Hongjoong himself has been subjected to such a predicament– by himself nonetheless, but that’s besides the matter!)
“Oh now you care about the party?”
It seems Hongjoong was not in a silly goofy mood like you, judging by his searing glare melting through your skin. Hot. But you’re not entirely sure if you’re scared or horny.
“I thought you only wanted to wear this stupid dress.”
He grips at the seam and tears a slit on the mirroring side of the dress all the while cursing at your dress. His hands, calloused from years of sculpting and endless painting, crumples the green silken bust down below your bralette and they start to knead. As if your breasts were the clay he mastered into creating heaven sent sculptures with.
“I thought this covered too much skin anyway.” Your lover mutters to himself, yet the room was quiet enough for you to hear.
Pleased, Hongjoong rubs his palms across your back. When you go quiet, it means you’re near submission, slowly melting into putty for his hands to play with; mould you into every shape he can think of. It is rather early for you to be in this state already, but you don’t hear Hongjoong complaining about it. Maybe you would finish earlier than he expected.
With your face pressed into the sheets and your ass up in the air, there's no denying this feat of dominance Hongjoong is currently displaying is making you wet. As soaked as a kid fresh out the pool and running across your carpet. Too scared to even say a word, you focus on levelling your breath and listening for any movement from the man behind you.
The room fills up with a tense silence while you wait for Hongjoong’s next move, not daring to turn your head because you know what’ll follow if you do. “Did I say you could move?” He would hiss with his voice at a spine chilling tone. And god would it make you so wet.
When a cold palm runs down your back, you flinch. Hongjoong’s eyes study the ribbon that laces across the smooth expanse of your back. Too little skin, he thinks; and he starts to pull each ribbon through the loops, starting from the bottom where the ends hang loosely. When he’s done, he sits back on his heels and contemplates what to do next.
“You’ve been acting spoiled since we landed here, doll. Wanna tell me why?”
No response. Hongjoong expected that much, especially with the way you were so focused on breathing right now. He can tell you want him so bad. He can see it in the flush of your skin and the twitch of your fingers against the pristine white sheets. Oh what a shame, the said sheets would be ruined soon.
“We came all the way for this, baby. And now we won’t be able to make it to the first day because of you. Because you’ve been a fucking brat.”
Your boyfriend gathers both your arms behind you and you yelp when you feel the ribbons wrap your wrists together. Your body gets flipped over on the plush mattress, bouncing slightly at the force. Your arms are restricted behind your back, pressed against the silken sheets and your, now, bare back.
“That’s okay, we’ll just go tomorrow.”
Hongjoong mutters mindlessly, to no one in particular since he’s much too occupied with the visual you present him: chest heaving as you breathe, hair splayed out on the pillows in swirls and curls, and your eyes– oh your eyes. They were almost doll-like with the way they’re glossed over with unshed tears and dilated pupils.
“You’re so gorgeous, doll.” And he dives in.
His lips first attach to the juncture of your neck, pressing butterfly kisses onto your skin and then moving up to your jaw. His hands flutter over your sides, the phantom of his touch burning your skin from under the silk. Hongjoong’s fingers brush over every curve they come across, as if they don’t have the planes of your body memorized after two years of exploration.
But here’s the thing about Hongjoong, he will never settle. He’s dynamic and he knows you are too. Whenever he’s intimate with you, he just wants to overwrite each note he’s made in the past because you’re always changing, growing to be more beautiful than the last. He wants to see the way you change with him, the way you grow with him.
His fingers tickle the skin of your thighs, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. The feeling makes tingles shoot up your spine, and heat up your body. His lips kiss and peck at your jaw, noisily moaning in your ear about how he just loves the taste of your skin, how it’s so addicting, and only he can have it.
At some point, Hongjoong’s hands find themselves nestled underneath your thighs, groping and massaging the plush fat that he loves to bury his face into. He lifts your thighs and hooks them around his waist, pulling you closer to him. His clothed cock makes contact with your soaked panties and Hongjoong swears he might just explode. Your cunt was for sure sopping wet by now, and so so warm for him.
Your body jerks up the bed when your lover grinds against your core. An electric zing flashes in your chest and flies through your veins, your eyes widening while holding Hongjoong’s fierce gaze. And he smirks when you yelp after he repeats the action.
“Hi baby.”
You had been silent for the past few minutes, so the noise was welcomed by Hongjoong, reassuring him that you’re still present.
He continues grinding against your core until you're shaking like a leaf. Each brush of his cock over your clit makes your thighs tense in his grip. Truthfully, it makes him giddy. Feeling your body shiver with his touch, hearing you whimper out something akin to his name. Oh it gets his gears going, makes his cock stand taller and harder.
And you’re at his mercy, lying there and taking each rub of his cock on you. Your fingers twitch with arousal and itching to thread into his split dyed hair, You want to tug on them, tell him you want to cum, make him do something about it.
“I didn’t expect you to go quiet at this point, doll.”
Hongjoong pulls his hips away from yours and you have half the mind to complain, until he runs a finger up and down your slit. Your back arches up to him like a sunflower to the sun. Automatically drawn up to him because it’s him who’s giving you pleasure. He is your sun showering you with the warmth of his sunlight.
“Usually you’d run your mouth until you get my cock in your cunt,” he continues his condescending dialogue.
This time, Hongjoong’s middle finger pushes harshly into your clit; which forces your knees to dig deeper into his sides and a squeak to escape from your lips. He likes it, your reaction. It’s just what he wanted: you reacting to each and every little move he does, he wants to see and hear you react whenever his skin meets yours. So he brings his hand back to slap at your clothed pussy once.
“What made you change your mind?”
As per your usual, pathetic self, you had no answer to give to your lover. Instead, your brows had furrowed and your lips now hung open in a silent moan, eyes still stuck on Hongjoong’s. Mesmerized in the way his irises drink in the look on your face; you know it drives him mad when your face scrunches up in pleasure, it’s one of the things he looks forward to.
As for you, you always look forward to having Hongjoong’s fingers lodged deep inside you; and he knows. He revels in the knowledge of it, in fact. Something about the way you suck his fingers in and try to hold him in with your thighs just gets him hotter. The warmth of your pussy around his nimble fingers and the feeling of your arousal running down his wrist. It’s all too addicting to him, dangerous for him to even have unlimited access to it.
And thus, when Hongjoong finally pulls your thong to the side and slides his finger over your cunt it is him who moans. A deep, airy one coming from his chest, like it had been brewing inside him for days. He loves it, loves how it soaks the pads of his fingers immediately. Loves how they coat his skin and leave him all warm and sticky.
You whine when the tips of his fingers finally breach your entrance. The rough pads of his skin rub against your walls and you manage to hold back a yelp at the feeling. Your partner pulls out his finger to make room for another one. His middle finger and ring finger, glued to one another, slowly pushes through your cunt.
The stretch barely stings, but you feel the intrusion. His fingers reach the exact spot that you need him, brushing his fingers against your walls with ease. Your head drops back onto the plush hotel bedding, and Hogjoong keeps an eye at the way you react.
He watches your chest heave up every time he pulls his fingers out and jump when he slams them back into you. Your shoulders are tense and stiff from holding your weight, but he can see that they’re doing their best to support you as you start to grind into his hand.
Your legs slide off from Hongjoong’s sides and plant on the bed, helping you rock your hips forward in search of friction on your clit. You don’t really need Hongjoong to touch your clit for you to cum, but you wouldn’t mind if he did right now. Especially considering how you’re restrained as of currently. He should at least compensate right? You are his lovely girlfriend and all…
Lovely or not, Hongjoong still refuses to acknowledge your actions. In fact, he even tries to hold your hips down with a strong hand. Because, have you forgotten? You had been a brat all morning. If you had only listened to him, you’d be enjoying the art exhibit across the street.
A quick glance at the fancy digital clock on one of the bedside tables tells him that it’s nearly eleven. The exhibit had probably opened thirty minutes ago. By then he’d probably have loads of pictures of you in your stunning black dress, admiring all the paintings and sculptures. And then after circling the room once, he’d drag you back to your hotel room to fuck you senseless and reward you for being such a beautiful doll for him.
Too bad you had other plans in mind.
Hongjoong’s fingers stopped mid pump and you whip your head up to glare at him. You have the nerve to look at him in such a way when you’re the one at his mercy. He could just leave you unfinished and tied up and go to the museum himself. He had every right to do that to you after talking back to him and being a brat.
Why won’t he do exactly that?
Because he can’t bring himself to. Even with your eyes glaring at him, he can still see the way they glitter under the lights with need. A need for him, and his fingers. His tongue. His cock. Everything.
But that doesn’t mean he can’t have a little fun with you.
A loud indignant whine leaves your lips when Hongjoong fully pulls out. His eyes linger on his fingers and the string of your slick that stretches in between his fingers. Hypnotizing, really, but he has no time to be drawn into the sight. He’s snapped back when you squeeze your thighs around him, silently pleading for him to fuck you with his fingers. Properly this time, not just the lazy in-out in-out he’s been playing with. No. You want him to make you cum and cry.
“You wanna cum on my fingers, baby?”
Hongjoong’s voice was gruff, lowered down an octave, and it rang in your ears. You give him a pitiful nod along with another round of your best puppy eyes. Something to help convince him to give you what you want today.
But all your lover does is laugh inwardly at your poorly done beg. Instead, he humours you.
His fingers slip back into your wet cunt and begin to pump at a slow pace. One that’s too slow for your liking, but what can you do? You’re the one who’s helpless with their hands tied behind your back. The only thing you’re able to do is whine, again.
All this time you’ve been whining and whining nonstop and it irritates Hongjoong even more. He needs something else to slip out of your pink glossed lips.
“Fuck!”
You yelp when your boyfriend suddenly picks up the pace out of nowhere. Quickly thrusting his fingers into your pussy, rubbing against your warm walls and making your legs quiver. Your back arches upwards and your fingers grip at the sheets beneath you.
Finally, the man sighs to himself. He’s gotten tired of your whining, he prefers listening to you moan out his name and dirty curses. He loves listening to the pitch of your voice raise as a result of his touches.
He also loves listening to the sinful squelch of your juices around his fingers. You, on the other hand, find it embarrassing. Your cunt gushing because of two measly fingers? Were you that desperate? But you can’t help it. When his fingers brush up against that certain spot inside you, you can’t help but to clench around him again, leaking your fluids down onto the ruined sheets of the bed.
And– fuck! You’re close. So, so close. Your legs squeeze tighter against Hongjoong’s sturdy frame, hips trying (but failing) to grind up to his hand. God, if Hongjoong could just pinch your clit then you’d–
“You don’t get to cum, brat.” Hongjoong hisses as he pulls his fingers out of you. “Not until I say so.”
“What!?”
You crane your neck to look down at the smirking man who sits idly between your legs. Staring down at your wet core, clenching around nothing and exposed for his eyes to drink up.
“From now on, you do as I say. Got it?”
You were so close and he just ripped the orgasm away from you. How cruel! You glare up at him, and he returns your gaze with even more fire. You scan his face, from the way his eyes burn right into yours and the way his teeth sink into his lips. And when you don’t give him a response, he slaps your core once more.
“I said, got it?” He repeats, his voice dripping with venom and impatience.
The impact makes you yelp and immediately attempt to shut your legs. But they fail to do so with Hongjoong in between.
“G… got it.” You reply with a voice so meek you’d remind Hongjoong of a pitiful little mouse.
Moving forward, your lover’s satisfied with your answer. It was the most obedient act you’ve done all day today! He grips your knees and forces your legs to stretch out a tad bit more. Making just enough space for him to lie on his front, face inches away from your aching core.
His breath puffs against your skin and the feeling makes you squirm. Although Hongjoong has gone down on you many a time, the thought of having him face to face with the most vulnerable part of your body still embarrasses you.
When he licks a stripe up your slit, you jerk your hips back, pulling yourself away from his touch. Annoyed, Hongjoong wraps his arms around your hips and forcefully pulls you back to him. Bringing his tongue back to ghost over your lips.
It hurts, the strain on your shoulders and your arms are beginning to grow numb under your weight. You want to move, to touch your lover, grip at his hair and tug. Guide him to where you want him the most, where you need him badly.
But then he presses his tongue flat against your nub and all thoughts of the pain fly out of your head. All you can hear in your head is a sensual oh fuck, one that you voice out. And one that flies straight to Hongjoong’s hard cock. God, did he ever mention how much he loves your moans?
The split haired male tugs your hips closer to his face and proceeds to lap at your clit. Each stroke makes you quiver in his hold and your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your wanton moans fills up the room and Hongjoong is surrounded by you. All he sees is your lust glazed eyes, and all he tastes is your warm, wet cunt. All his senses are taken over by you.
And you, him. All you can hear is the dirty slurping of Hongjoong’s lips on your pussy. And all you can feel is his hands on you, burning your skin under his touch and the knot in your stomach tightening once more. Calling– begging for release.
The remaining sensitivity from before (from the orgasm Hongjoong so rudely kept from you!) brings you closer to another pending orgasm. Your chest burns white and hot, like a star burning to a supernova.
The tongue previously flat on your clit, gave the nub one last lick before travelling down to your opening. It prods and pokes and does everything but breach your entrance. Hongjoong can only laugh at the way you're helplessly squirming in his grip. The vibrations running up to your body and shooting shocks of pleasure through you.
When your boyfriend’s tongue finally slips inside, you let out a moan of relief. Your head lolls to the right and your eyes flutter shut. Having Hongjoong inside you, whether it was his fingers, tongue, or cock, was always your favourite part. You loved how perfectly he fits into you. Like you were moulded after his person.
But Hongjoong would like to argue that it was him who was moulded to fit you. He was always such a romantic.
“Baby…” was the next coherent word you let out.
Hongjoong hums in acknowledgement, his lips still pressed against your pussy and tongue still busy exploring inside.
“Wanna– ah… touch.”
“But, doll…” He pulls away and you have half the mind to complain. “Why should I let you touch me? You’ve been such a brat today.”
His tone was condescending. You heard his words perfectly, they were short and easy to understand even in your haze riddled mind. You can’t touch him because you don’t deserve it. You can’t touch him because you didn’t obey him and you deserve to be punished. He’s only doing this because he loves you, right? Yeah. He’s said that multiple times. But then again, wouldn’t you let him touch you because he loves you?”
“Answer me, baby. Why?”
A pause.
“Because you love me.”
And Hongjoong has to lean back on his heels because, wow, he’s never heard that one before. It makes him blush, honestly. And his heart flutters at your choice of words. However, he still has a front to put up.
So he throws his head back with a grunt and pokes his teeth with his tongue. With a scoff, he shakes his head in disbelief and slowly brings his gaze back down at you.
“You’re right, baby. I do.” He crawls over you and plants his hands beside your head.
Now he’s hovering over your form, face a mere couple of inches above yours. Your legs shift to wrap one around his waist. Your calf snags on the band of his trousers and that’s when you realize that Hongjoong’s still half dressed. His pants hang loosely around his hips with the button and zipper undone. You can see the elastic of his briefs and the faint outline of his abs accentuated by the happy trail that disappears into his underwear.
“But then if I let you go…” His fingers trace the features of your pretty face. From the slope of your nose to the bow of your lips. “What if you act out again and go back to being a brat?”
You shake your head furiously, desperate to just move along and get to the part where he fucks you stupid!
“I won’t! I-I promise.”
“How do I know you won’t break that promise.”
“Because I love you! I won’t break it, I swear!”
Hongjoong smirks. He likes the direction this conversation is going.
“You do baby?” And when you nod, he continues. “Only me?”
Now he’s leaned his face closer to yours, lips barely ghosting over one another as a low chuckle leaves him. His eyes bore into yours like they always do. His deep, dark irises are glittered with gold and his pupils are dilated. It makes it hard to look away when he has such beautiful eyes and long lashes.
“I do! I promise I love you and only you!”
Your boyfriend’s smirk widens and he gives your lips a soft peck before pulling away to reach for something above your head. You watch as his body stretches and his muscles tense. You just want to run your fingers all over him. Feel his skin against yours, trace every curve and every edge he was given.
“So you wouldn't mind if I did this right?”
He comes back to your view with something in his hand. The diamond encrusted gold casing shines in the sunlight that streams through the large windows of the room. You immediately recognize your Guerlain lipstick (one you had also tossed on the bed earlier in the morning) and furrow your brows in confusion. What does your boyfriend want with your lipstick?
He moves to place his legs on either side of your hips and balances his body over yours. Back arching down to bring his face closer to your collarbones. His hands work open the lipstick and he starts to write on your skin. The rich red colours pop against your complexion and it’s mouth watering how beautiful the colour makes you.
‘HJ’
He scribbles his initials under your left clavicle and he smiles when he follows it with a little heart. Because you love him, right?
“Because you’re mine.”
You knew what he was writing, the downward strokes and curved lines made it so obvious. It wasn’t like it was the first time he did this, no this was about the second time(?) he’s possessively written his name on your skin, if you remember correctly.
The first time was when you went to a bar on a particularly busy weekend. You had dressed up in your favourite little black dress of the week. The Damien black mini dress from AKNA– yes the one Maddy Perez wore in euphoria (Hongjoong swears it’s such an odd show). And some random dude decided to sit right next to you and offer to buy you a drink. Even with you practically hanging off of Hongjoong’s arm.
That night he ruined one of your felt tip eyeliner pens with how much he scribbled his name and the word ‘mine’ all over your body.
But back to the present.
Hongjoong’s now scribbling his full name– last name and all– onto your right shoulder. Muttering something along the lines of ‘to remind you of who you belong to’ and ‘remind you of who to obey’. He writes and doodles and scratches on and on until your chest is covered in many variations of his name, ‘mine’, little hearts, and tiny flowers.
“And because you love me so much.”
He smiles to himself and admires his work. Oh how he wishes he could frame this right now. Keep it in your shared bedroom to remember this forever. But he can’t frame you, that’d be cruel. Maybe he’d snap a picture later when you're done and paint it on a giant canvas (he’s thinking of even painting it on one of your walls).
A small chuckle escaped his lips when he saw your expression. Flushed in embarrassment and arousal with your brows furrowed and lip in between your teeth. You look gorgeous.
His eyes trail down to the scrunched up silk the rests under your breasts. That wretched dress… even though Hongjoong semi-hated the dress, he can’t deny how well it complements the red of the lipstick against your skin. Fuck, he really hopes he can properly recreate this image on a canvas.
Your skin burns when Hongjoong grabs the dress to pull it lower down your body, exposing your midriff to the cool air of the room. And your lover starts to write once more. But this time the sweet little hearts are replaced with nastier words. First it started with brat, but as he got lower they escalated to slut and such. Don’t misunderstand, he still scrawled down a couple ‘mine’s here and there and a little bit more of his initials.
“The dirty fucking slut only loves me right?” He mutters as he carefully dots his ‘i’s and crosses his ‘t’s. “I’m the only one for you because no one else can fucking handle a spoiled brat like you.”
And it’s true. He knows it, you know it. So what’s the point in denying?
You sit there and accept your fate. Let Hongjoong have his little possessive streak without complaint. You do like the feeling of him drawing across your skin even if it’s at the expense of one of your favourite lipsticks. But that’s alright, you could always refill it at the Bergdorf Goodman downtown. You’ve been itching to visit since you landed here. You’ll have to book an appointment for tomorrow, though… and if they don’t have a free slot, then you’ll just throw a couple hundred dollars their way and for sure they’ll give you a refill.
“Do you like it, baby?” Hongjoong asks, finally rising from his bent over position.
And you nod, “I love it, Hongie.”
Now, with most of his pent up frustrations released (and your lipstick used to a blunt), Hongjoong decides that he should probably untie your arms.
You could practically cheer when you can finally move your arms, the blood rushing back to the numbing tips of your fingers. And the first thing you do is cup your lover’s face, rubbing your thumb against his cheek.
Your hands pull the man down onto your lips; meeting in a heated kiss filled with passion, teeth, and tongue. His tongue traces around the edge of your glossed lips, taking some of the peach flavour cosmetic for himself. His lips slot against yours perfectly, dancing with each other in a symphony of your pants and the chirping birds outside.
The kiss deepens with every second that passes and Hongjoong presses more and more into you. Sucking you in like a lost astronaut into a black hole. Neither of you want to break away, not when it’s getting so good. But stupid human bodies and their need for oxygen is what finally parts you two.
Hongjoong’s forehead leans against yours and your breaths mix with how you pant in sync.
“Fuck, doll.”
He can’t take it. He’s been hard for the past hour and he hasn’t done anything to even relieve himself. Why was he giving himself blue balls? Hongjoong doesn’t know. All he knows is screw the stupid punishment, he needs to fuck your pussy right now.
His hands hurriedly yank down his trousers and toss them onto the carpet along with his briefs. The thought of having it dry cleaned and steam pressed again passes his mind briefly but he does not give a fuck right now. The only thing in his mind is you, his cock, your cunt, and cum.
His dick stands tall and proud, blunt head swollen and red and dripping with precum. Your mouth waters at the sight and it takes you no less than a second to reach down and brush your fingers over him. His skin is warm, slightly sticky and wet. His slick coats your palms when you finally wrap a hand around him.
A curse flies out of Hongjoong’s pink-kissed lips when you squeeze him tighter. His lips fall open and his hair falls to curtain over his eyes. Yet through his blonde and black tresses, you’re still able to make out the flicker of lust mixed into his irises and it’s what makes you whimper and clench your core around nothing. A simple gaze from your lover would have you shivering and shaking like a leaf in September, just how you would prefer.
Hongjoong, however, would prefer if you got your hands off him right now because he feels like he’s about to burst. He needs to be inside you at this instant.
So he gently flicks your hand away from his erection to replace it with his own. After a couple pumps on his own shaft, he aligns the head of his cock to your pulsing entrance. And with a quick glance up at you for reassurance, he begins to press into you.
You love it. The feeling of him carefully sinking into you slowly, making you feel every square inch of his skin. The pleasurable stretch his girth gives you. The way his cock brushes up against that spot inside you has you reeling and your toes curling.
He loves it. When you pulse around and suck him even deeper, it leaves him bewitched and breathless. The feeling of your cunt fully surrounding him is hot and wet and it makes his skin tingle and stomach churn. The sinful squelch that fills up the room as he bottoms out inside you fills his heart up with a dirty glee that he knows only you can give.
Now with Hongjoong fully inside you, it’s almost as if time stops. Like the world stops rotating and the clouds stand stagnant against the clear blue sky. Nature falls quiet, no tree’s rustling in the wind or birds singing their happy melodies.
Nothing.
When Hongjoong sits still with his cock deep inside of you, nothing matters other than him.
Your lover likes to say that he takes his time with you in the beginning to help you prep, but you know he’s always lying. He likes to sit there and let you feel the weight of him inside you to tease you. Get you to the point where you’re begging for him to move. Because, face it, Hongjoong never rushes foreplay and will always prep you hours before slipping into you. He has fucked you countless times throughout the years to know that you’re fine by now.
Yet he just sits and stares.
But there’s something that you don’t know, possibly because you're too dazed to look deeper into his eyes. What you don’t know is that behind Hongjoong’s teasing smirk and calm facade, is a panicked man on the verge of climax. His hairline is beaded with sweat and he’s trying so hard to keep himself from just coming at the mere feeling of being inside you.
Pathetic, sure, some people might think. But put them in his shoes, and they’d feel absolutely the same. After an hour of just playing with his lovely girlfriend who has his name written all over her skin, what man would not explode at the sight?
Your back was sticking onto the sheets that you’re laid on with your hair splayed out in different directions. Your skin, again, covered in lipstick (Hongjoong just loves it too much to stop thinking about it) and the mass of silk that could barely be identified as a dress scrunched up around your hips. Your nipples are noticeably pebbled from under your black lacy bra that perfectly matches with your black thong. The one that he has pushed to the side to make way for his cock that has you stretched open.
“H-hongjoong…” You finally muster up the courage to speak and it snaps your lover out of his thoughts.
“Please.” It’s when you clench around him while looking up at him so helplessly does he finally snap.
Fuck his pride.
The first thrust that he drives into you is slow, testing out the waters. Not for your sake, but his. Then with every push his pace picks up, slowly building up to a much more satiating speed. The room fills up with the sound of skin against skin muddled with your voices panting and moaning for one another.
Each drag of his cock against your gummy walls has you reeling. Every wave of pleasure that washes over Hongjoong when you squeeze around his cock makes him falter.
Your lover hooks an arm under your thigh to lift it over his shoulder, helping him reach deeper into you. And it rips a moan from your throat. The new angle just exposes the both of you to a whole new sensation of skin against skin. With your arms finally free, you get the opportunity to do what you’ve longed to do for a while now. Your fingers comb through Hongjoong’s dual coloured hair and twirl a couple locks around them.
And then you tug. Not too much that it hurts, just enough to get a reaction from Hongjoong. Who furrows his brows at first but then a wide smirk flashes on his face.
You’re not sure whether it’s a direct result from you pulling his hair, but Hongjoong’s pace quickens right after you do it. He pumps his cock harder into you, forcing you to jerk up towards the pillows above your head. To oppose this, your boyfriend wraps an arm around the thigh on his shoulder and uses it as leverage to hold you still.
The new pace and force of his thrusts have you arching your back and rolling your eyes. Your lips remain opened in a silent moan, unable to produce anything but breathy whines and gasps. Your hands arbitrarily squeeze and pull against Hongjoong’s scalp to try and anchor yourself to reality.
But Hongjoong knows how to work his cock. He knows what gets you going and what makes you unravel. He does exactly that. His fingers brush over the hood of your clit and your body just tenses. Your thighs start to shiver as a familiar feeling starts to bloom from your chest. It spreads all over your body and makes you mindlessly jerk your hips up towards his touch.
The fingers on your clit start to press harder against your nub as your partner’s thrust starts to get sloppy. They circle around your clit before starting to harshly swipe against it. And it sends you into a frenzy. Your moans get louder and louder with each rub against your nub and you feel a knot tighten in your stomach.
Hongjoong can tell that you’re close, from the pulsing of your cunt to the erratic gasps of his name, he knows those are sure signs of your orgasm. If this had been earlier in the day, he would have stopped right then and held you from another orgasm. But now as he thinks about it, edging you three times was enough, right? You deserve to cum, you are his lovely girlfriend after all.
“Wanna cum, baby?”
You nod, mindlessly nod at whatever he said because you can barely hear him through your own voice. Nothing in your mind but your lover’s cock and how good it’s making you feel. Your cunt squeezes around him again, once, twice, three times.
And Hongjoong pulls out.
But before you can complain he shoves three fingers into your hole and curls them up to rub against the spongy spot in your walls. His other hand continues to roughly play with your clit and that is all that it takes for you to start cumming against his fingers.
“That’s right, baby. Feels so good to cum on my fingers, yeah?”
You twitch and jerk at the intensity of your orgasm, the previous sensitivity still present which lead to your early finish. Not that you’re complaining though. Especially when you feel so satiated. Your hips irregularly jolt up as you come down from your high, your boyfriend’s fingers still nestled in you.
You silently thank the gods that you finally get to release. A whole hour of edging was just too much for you. Thank them for bringing Hongjoong to the conclusion that you deserved to cum.
In fact, Hongjoong now thinks that you probably deserve to cum again… and again. After all, he does love you very much and you to him, remember?
So when he slips back his cock into your sensitive hole, it shocks you. He sets a pace quicker than previous and it has you panicking. You’re still sensitive from the high you just had not even a minute ago and now Hongjoong’s back to rutting his dick into you? Is he out of his mind?
Yes.
“H-hong!! Fuck– … t-too … too… sen-”
You try to gasp out but Hongjoong doesn't care. Now that he had a chance to collect himself (and he’s no longer on the verge of cumming), he decides that one orgasm wasn’t enough. His cock drives hard into your wet cunt and he relishes in your hysteric begging. Whining for him to stop or slow down.
The bulbous tip of his cock prods at a deep spot inside of you and the feeling of him being so deep and pounding into you so roughly brings back the knot in your lower belly. You try and try to beg for him to slow down, give you a break or something. But your words fall to deaf ears.
You squirm against the sweat soaked sheets, and try to run away from your lover's brutal pace. But Hongjoong chooses right then to slide his arms under your back to press himself flush against your chest, holding you still and unable to move away. Your skin burns against his, a delicious feeling welcomed by him.
The lipstick stains of his name most definitely have smudged onto his skin but that doesn’t concern Hongjoong. He’s too occupied with how your eyes are brimmed with tears and your lips are parted to beg. You probably think you’re saying actual words, but all that leaves your mouth are incoherent vowels, not a single understandable word from your fucked out brain.
You wrap your arms around his torso when you feel on the edge of another high, squeezing him closer to you like how your pussy convulses around his cock. In response, Hongjoong groans and throws his head back.
By now the hotel room reeks of sex. If the sound of the bed creaking doesn’t make it obvious then the humid stench of cum and sweat will. Hongjoong spares a glance to where your bodies meet and he has to clench his jaw to keep himself from cumming. The sight of the slick from your gushing cunt connecting his hips to yours whenever he pulls away is one he treasures. Like your skin covered in lipstick, he’d like to recreate this one too. Keep it with him forever.
With a couple more thrusts, your body suddenly tenses again and you’re cumming for the second time. By then your orgasm is twice as strong as the previous one, and it leaves you shaking for a tad bit longer. Your legs twitch and you just now realize that you’re sobbing. The tears that once blurred your vision have now run down your cheeks. The red eyeshadow you had on was now smudged and beyond salvation.
You’re weak, your limbs have now gone limp and you don’t think you can properly make up a sentence by now. You’re mind had been fucked to goo, nothing up in your head but an airy feeling that makes your heart flutter and skin tingle.
You look so peaceful.
But you can’t leave Hongjoong like this can you? High and dry with his balls filled with cum that’s specially for you?
You’re not that cruel right?
“One more, baby,”
Your eyes widen once more and you try to fight back from his arms that are scooping you up. But you’re too weak. You can’t push him away and the tiny tiny voice in your mind says “do you really want him to stop?”. Your mouth opens to say something (you don’t know what), but, again, you’re just too fucked out to form coherent sentences.
So you have no choice but to let Hongjoong slip back his hard cock into your abused pussy. His skin rubs against your raw walls and you’re not sure if you want him to stop. Because you’re exhausted, your body feels like jelly and you don’t want to move. However, no matter how tired you are, you can’t deny that it feels so fucking good.
The friction against his skin and yours is driving you crazy. And when he shifts to lie on his back and pull you on top, you can’t help the loud whine of his name that escapes you when he hits a spot in you that’s deeper than before.
“You can do one more, right? Be good for me, just this once?”
And you nod, even though you know you don’t have the energy to ride him right now. But that’s alright, Hongjoong doesn’t intend to make you ride him. Instead, he places a strong hand on the back of your head and guides you to rest in the crook of his neck. His palm strokes at your tangled hair that was once styled best to match today’s event, but now it’s a mess of tangled curls and stray strands.
With his feet planted on the mattress, he wraps an arm around your waist and gives an experimental thrust up into your wet cunt. And you’re gone. Any and all thought you previously had of how tired you were was forgotten. In fact, you didn’t even feel anything but his cock in you. Not the tight hand gripping into your skin or the soothing fingers that comb through your hair the best they can. Just the sensation of his cock pulling out to the head before slamming back into you.
Hongjoong shifts his hold from your skin to your ass and he gropes the thick flesh of your ass. He especially likes the way your plump skin peeks through the gaps between his fingers. And the mindless moans that get louder with each squeeze he gives your behind. The constant convulsion of your pussy around his cock makes his knees buckle and hips falter.
Fucking you is always an experience he can’t recreate because there’s just too many things that make it what it is. If he has his hand around his dick it wouldn’t feel right without you moaning in his ears or nails clawing at his skin. Or the tantalizing jiggle of your ass when he pounds into you. It would be incomplete if you weren’t physically present. Whether he’d have a picture of your ass on his phone or a memory of your pussy around his cock playing in his mind, neither would be able to compensate for the lack of your skin against his.
Everytime Hongjoong thrusts up at you, your hips follow. And when they fall to pull out, yours would follow once more. This descend added with the sudden plunge back of his entire cock into your cunt drives him deeper with every push. It makes you cry, drives you crazy, leaves you confused and in a daze, the pleasure.
His hot rigid cock, lined with bumps and veins rubs in and out of your wet pussy. Paired with the sheer speed and power Hongjoong pours into each ram of his hips against yours, you’re left to be putty in his arms. A soggy puddle melting into his skin and becoming one with him. Your voice rings in his ears, echoing from the cave your face is tucked into, and it eggs him to pound harder into you.
You can’t help it, your walls start to flutter around him from the saturated pleasure he brings you and by now, you’re cumming. Hard. Your cunt squeezes his cock and milks him for all he’s got. Hongjoong loves it, the feeling of your pussy convulsing and gushing around him. He’d love to be able to bottle up the feeling and save it for another day.
Your lover’s thrusts increase in speed as he gets closer to his climax and you’re still shaking in his hold. You continue to tremble in his arms with your toes curled and hips jerking erratically, grinding your clit on his pelvis. Each time the tip of his cock brushes up against your walls, they clamp back down on him and pour out more of your cum. It runs down Hongjoong’s shaft and creams around his base, if you weren’t so out of it right now, you’d be way too embarrassed to even face the man.
Hongjoong’s thrusts turn sloppy and unsteady, his hips would jolt whenever you clenched around him and the hand on your ass would twitch. He’s so close.
“I’m gonna cum, baby.”
He announces with his voice low and raspy and it makes your body tingle again. You want him to cum inside, feel his seed heat up your already hot and wet core. You want to feel his cum dripping down your thighs when you move. You want it all. And when Hongjoong lets out a final grunt, you brace yourself for the sensation. Lips hanging open and spilling vowels that resemble your lover’s name.
But instead, he throws you around back onto the mattress and shuffles to stand on his knees over you. His calloused hand grips his cock and you watch with glazed eyes as his angry red skin drips with his arousal mixed with yours. He pumps his shaft furiously while his thighs begin to shake and you listen to the little groans that leave his lips.
“Fuck.” He whispers when he furrows his brows and his eyes flutter close.
Hongjoong came in spurts of three. The first one landing on your red stained chest, and the final two dripping into your dress (if you could still call it that) and staining the fabric for good. It’s almost as if he planned this…
Oh what a view.
Hongjoong kneeling over you with a flush on his skin and a sheen of sweat making him shine in the sunlight. His hair was tousled and sticking to his forehead, and his lips were bitten red. You watch as his dick goes limp with a few final drops of his cum falling onto your skin.
With your tangled hair and tear stained cheeks, Hongjoong revels in the after effects of him. The names he had written on your skin were now missing several letters that he’s sure are on his. The “Kim Hongjoong” that he’d written in all caps across your chest was missing an N and a couple O’s, and if he’d look down on his own, he’d see the letters smudged over his skin.
The room is now quiet, the air is still and the smell of sex is still fresh. The two of you stare at each other in silence for a few minutes, processing what just happened and trying to regain consciousness.
It’s Hongjoong who breaks the silence first, scooping you up in his arms and mumbling about going to the bathroom to clean up where he then sits you on the toilet and forces you to pee. He always reminds you to pee right after getting intimate, even if you said you didn’t need to. He’d just throw you over his shoulder and wait on the toilet until you eventually do need to. He’s so particular about aftercare and the looming threat of a UTI. Well, that’s just Hongjoong.
꒰♡꒱
“But, babe.” Hongjoong whines, his arms tired from carrying heavy shopping bags all afternoon.
After a certain someone tore up your dress and jizzed all over it, you decided to buy another. You threw Hongjoong into the car and brought him to the nearest Bergdorf Goodman right after the exhibit closed. Mumbling to him about how he owes you a lipstick refill and one new dress. Well not one, right now you had eight dresses in the bags, and you’re currently looking at another one. It’s similar to the green one you got the other day, but this one is glittery!
“I’ll take it!” You smile to the kind saleslady who then orders a muscular man to take down the mannequin and bag up the dress for you.
You turn to your lover who sits on a velvet upholstered seat, and scowl at his pout.
“This is because you tore up my favourite dress.”
You lied. That dress wasn’t your favourite. How can it be when you just got the prettiest, most sexy garnet coloured mini dress five minutes ago?
“Now, come on, Hongie. I have to get my lipstick refilled.” You call right after you’re handed the bag with your most recent purchase.
And, without sparing your boyfriend a glance, you turn your heel and head towards Guerlain. Hongjoong doesn’t mind the action, at least you don’t catch him staring at your figure. Biting his lip, he trails his eyes down to the way your black dress curves over the plump of your ass and he licks at his teeth when he notices the sliver of black that flashes from underneath your dress and he has to adjust his trousers before he runs to your side.
He walks beside you and listens to you talk on and on about a diamond lipstick case with his hands filled with shopping bags. Your heels click on the polished tile floors of the department store and your steps match with his. Just like how your black, custom made dress matches his black, custom made suit.
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**Tell Me to Stop - @tenelkadjowrites (4.4k words)
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**Project Omen (feat. Wooyoung) - @mintsang (40.5k words)
you’ve never been close to your father, so when he passes it doesn’t affect, aside from the residual business that you have to take care of in his absence. exploring his basement uncovers a sealed chamber in a hidden room, a man with what looks like a tail staring back at you.
**I Missed You - @hanjisungs-bigtittyg0thgf (8.4k words)
You’ve been best friends with hongjoong since middle school but had limited contact when he became a trainee... But tonight’s movie night is different from any other.
**The Best Friend’s Code (feat. Seonghwa) - @tenelkadjowrites (11.3k words)
Hongjoong swears up and down that if you don’t touch each other, it won’t ruin the friendship…and what is the harm in blowing off some steam?
**Fire & Flames - @serendipityunho (5.9k words)
You never expected. tofall into the arms of the notorious bad boy of the campus, Hongjoong, after getting locked out. But yet again, he never expected you to end up into his arms either.
**under my skin (feat. Wooyoung) - @hongism (7.1k words)
Wooyoung should never have admitted that he liked Hongjoong bossing him around, and he most definitely shouldn't have done it so publicly. Aka Hongjoong knows how to get under his skin and god damn if he doesn't do it fucking well.
**For Your Entertainment (feat. San and Mingi) - @atiny-piratequeen (4.3k words)
Being the partner of a crime boss is hard sometimes. With Hongjoong hard at work, you feel neglected, so you’ve picked up the pastime of being particularly handsy with other close members of the mafia. Is it a bad idea? Probably. Does it catch the attention of Hongjoong? Definitely. Are you in a teeny tiny bit of trouble? Absolutely.
**Deal - @hongism (10.3k words)
Rule number one: do not under any circumstances sleep with a roommate.
**Man Spreading - @barnesbabee (2k words)
Hongjoog’s pictures made you a little shifty, and maybe drooling over them when he was still in the building wasn’t the smartest move.
**Seven O’Clock - @serendipityunho (3.1k words)
Somtimes, you just need a little more than just talking to forget about your cheating ex. Good thing your best friend had just the right solution.
**Attention (feat. Hwa) - @beginningofwonderland (6k words)
Your boyfriend Hongjoong is too busy with work for your and Seonghwa's liking so you decide to distract him with rather inappropriate means.
**Mistleblow (feat. Hwa) - @choijjongho (6.1k words)
You always look forward to the nights you spend with your boyfriends, Hongjoong & Seonghwa, at the BDSM club
**505 (001) Kim Hongjoong - @heterotragedies (11.5k words)
Intimacy, arousal, euphoria, and a concept of fantasies. the idea of skin on skin, breaths mixing into one, & hearts beating in sync
**[10:36 p.m] - K.Hj - @hyuckilstan (600 words)
What's better than mean dom Hongjoong?
Note: @ateezrecsandreviews summary
**Night Shift (OT8, Hongjoong focus) - @atiny-piratequeen (2k words)
Kim Hongjoong is the new CEO at KQ. He forms a team of… Somewhat reliable men to help with a project to improve the company. Unfortunately, his workers seem to be focused on extracurricular activities.
**Kinktober Day 9 (Night Shift Universe^^) - @atiny-piratequeen (4k words)
**Punishment - @toxicccred (3.9k words)
What happens when you distract Hongjoong from his work? He loses his temper, obviously. Good thing that’s exactly what you were hoping for
Note: @ateezrecsandreviews This is for the hard-core brats
**Cuckolding (feat. Seonghwa) - @hongism (6.9k words)
You and your husband, Hongjoong, invite one of his best friends over for dinner. Seems like a perfectly normal evening, as far as Seonghwa knows. But he can't help but salivate over the curve of your hips when he thinks you aren't looking. Luckily for him, you and Hongjoong have some... interesting plans prepared for the evening.
Note: A personal favorite of @ateezrecsandreviews
**Thursday, 5:38pm (feat. Mingi) - @abiaswreck (3.2k words)
Spending quality time with Hongjoong in the studio can be boring when he’s busy. Thankfully he knows how to keep you content and entertained.
Note: A personal favorite of @ateezrecsandreviews
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[T:ATBILB ANNOUNCEMENT]
Hello! I hope you’re all having a good day! I just wanted to formally announce that I will be discontinuing To: All The Boys I’ve Loved Before. I’m so sorry, it pains me to actually say this. But I’ve been thinking about it for the past two years and I’ve finally reached a decision. T:atbilb has been, and always will be, my baby; but I can't bring myself to write it anymore.
If anything, I learned something from this. You should never commit to writing a story without a strong foundation. Honestly, I went into tatbilb blind. There are lots of inconsistencies and things I never planned first. For instance, if you had been present for the prologue’s first publish, you might remember that Lei was nothing like how she is now. I don’t know why I suddenly went 180 on her and started making her the villain. Because of that I had to rethink many things and redo several parts that I’d written beforehand. This also applies to the grandma; reading back I realized that she has absolutely no personality and her character was just a random blank canvas I so desperately inserted into the fic just for the heck of it.
Other than that, the ‘burden’ of having an unfinished series under my belt really got to me. Whilst in the middle of tatbilb I have come up with many new ideas for oneshots and mini series (I might stay away from long series for now hehe). And frankly, the constant reminder that I still hadn’t finished tatbilb always loomed over my head and made me feel guilty for writing something that was not an update to the series. Which then lead to this endless loop of wanting to write but then feeling guilty, then forcing myself to write for tatbilb only to stop because I had no motivation. I lost my spark for tatbilb and only got excited at the thought of writing something else.
However, if any of you have questions for how I wanted tatbilb to end or any questions about the characters, plot, anything basically, feel free to inbox me! I’ll gladly answer all of them <3 Maybe I’ll have a lil q&a segment about it, but I’m not entirely sure if people are that curious, though. And if by the rare chance that anyone wants to write something based on this or rewrite it themselves, then just ask too! I’ll give you permission :3
TL;DR: I regret many things about tatbilb and it would be unfair of me to continue to put out something I am no longer passionate about. Sorry.
Thank you so much for sticking around for two whole years ><.
(p.s: sorry to all the yeodongies and jjongppos who were waiting for their letters, if you want you can go check out my yeosang fic on heterotragedies: Peppermint, Eucalyptus and Oudwood [MINORS DO NOT INTERACT] (shameless self promo). And for the jjongppos, I’m currently writing a fic for jjongie so keep your eyes peeled for that!)
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[12:57 PM]
(warnings: fem!reader, predebut emo Seonghwa because yes, semi clothed sex, creampie, praise, daddy kink)
*taglist after the cut*
note: inspired by this ask :D
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"fuck baby, you feel so good around me." Seonghwa groans into your ear as he guides your hips against his. his black hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, the veins in his hands pulsing under his skin as he bounces you on his cock.
the fabric of your skirt is bunched up over your hips, as Seonghwa started to fuck up into you. you clutched at his shoulders, whining as Seonghwa's tip brushes against your sweet spot. "a-ah daddy, close." Seonghwa moans loudly, pushing you back to lay down on the couch.
hiking one of your legs over his shoulder, his fast pace picks up again. his tip abuses your sweet spot, sending your orgasm through you. your back arches off the bed, whining at how Seonghwa pounds into you. "where do you want it, bunny?"
with the way his dick was pressing against your sweet spot had turned you into a babbling mess and unable to properly answer Seonghwa. with your inability to respond, you opted for wrapping your leg around his waist. Seonghwa moans loudly, as he cums inside you. he cums in thick spurts, filling you up like you wanted.
Seonghwa breathed heavily, pulling out of you. he delivers a harsh smack to your inner thigh, eliciting a small whine from you.
"rest up bunny, daddy's not done yet."
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i just wanna say thank you to every single one of you !! the mutuals i talk to, the ppl i see on my dashboard, the ppl who like my fics / posts, and the 3.7k that follow me omg :(( i love yall sm i rlly dont deserve you guys
2021 may not be the blessing that all of us want, but we can try to survive through it together !! pls pls pls stay safe and healthy and my messages + inbox are always open for anybody who wants to talk or just needs a friend ♡
tumblr crushes.
everybody listed below are all the blogs i’ve had massive crushes on (dkjdf im rlly exposing myself huh) bolded are the crushes that follow me back aka my moots !! whether we talk every day or not at all, i love all of u sm :3
# - e ;
@127-mile, @1oserjk, @3riberri, @4-sun, @429hj, @99yh, @9uk, @aasthrielle, @agustdiv1ne, @angeliicmin, @angelinanamoo, @annawritesnct, @army-author, @ashisparanoid, @asteriaguk, @atbzkingdom, @ateez-little-star, @ateez-svt, @ateezinmymind, @ateezsunrise, @ateezthings, @atiny-ahgase, @atiny-baby, @atinybitofau, @atinybrew, @atinyfeels, @atinykidult, @atzgiggle, @aurorhwa, @ayyysweetcreature, @baehyukng, @baekhvuns, @baekhyunl, @baekonbaek, @baekwell--tart, @bangtantaegi, @barsformars, @beyond-gethsemane, @binnies, @blueish-sun, @bluelotuss, @bluemiinn, @bluumin, @brathyuck, @burgerkang000, @btsbed, @bubyjong, @butterflyjoong, @by-moonflower, @byeoltoyuki, @c-sanshine, @call-me-bha, @canyounotkaia, @cappujinho, @cchaiart, @ceojongho, @ceruleanskies, @chanbinns, @changsun, @cherryatiny, @cherryhan1386, @cherryjk, @chimtaera, @chittsu, @choi-san, @choijongho, @choisans, @chryzu, @cinanamon, @cinnaminsvga, @closer-stars, @cometoceantrenches, @cosmoguk, @cozyjae, @cozyteez, @crustypeppermintcookie, @crvgio, @cuddlyunho, @curanonemu, @daybreakx, @dazzlingkai, @ddaenysus, @ddalgi-yong, @dear-hao, @dearncityy, @dearyongs, @dejvns, @diaryofateez, @dis-easy, @djxiao, @dreamiehrs, @dreamiesdotcom, @dreamingxuxi, @dreamtaehyung, @dylanxmin, @eggyukhei, @elcie-chxn, @emhpathy, @ephemeralkookie, @essenteez, @eternalbulletproof, @ethaeriyeol
f - j ;
@faerieth, @fakeleaves, @fandomsonrequests, @feverishdreamdistrict, @fleurateez, @flirtyhyuck, @flowerboyyoonbin, @flowerkth, @flowerseok, @floweryjh, @flvtteringpetals, @foreveryouaremystar, @fortunexkookie, @fqiryaurora, @gaylligator, @gowonhatesyou, @grxceblqckthxrn, @gukssunshine, @guktro, @gukwluv, @gukyi, @gyukult, @haine13, @halahala, @halahalaatme, @hanatiny, @hanavbara, @haotheheckk, @heartyyjeno, @heavenlyhongjoong, @heeseungluvs, @heterotragedies, @hobidreams, @honeybeedaydreams, @honeytae, @hongcultz, @hongism, @hopejanaee, @hoseoksyn, @hoshees, @hquackity, @httpknjoon, @hunjins, @hwaberrykiwi, @hwaddict, @hwanami, @hwaseongsbabie, @hwastreasure, @hyuckles-chuckles, @hyucktapes, @illicit-roses, @imlikechaitea, @imoonstarstuff, @inclebtsmix, @inkigayeo, @interstellix, @jaehyuked, @jaehywn, @jaemericano, @jaeminslatte, @jaeminsorbit, @jamaisjoons, @jamaiswoo, @jamaisvujjk, @jayehope, @jcngkooks, @jcngyeol, @jenojam, @jensungf, @jeogiyall, @jeong-uwu, @jeongyunhoed, @jeonqqin, @jeonsdear, @jeonsweetpea, @jimindelune, @jimineos, @jimlvb, @jinmindeulle, @jinned, @jisungshotfirst, @jjeongukie, @jjoon, @joenns, @johnni, @jonghours, @joonghwas, @jooniescupcakes, @joonsgalore, @joonsinnerchild, @juliaseongjoong, @junghelioseok, @jungkookiebus, @jungkxook, @jungshookz, @junstruly, @justrose-things, @jwyfldr
k - o ;
@k-n-e-o, @kayabred, @kim-taehyung, @kimchitae, @kimnjss, @kimtaehyunq, @kingjoong, @kireiwoo, @kitsutaes, @kittae, @knjspjm, @kodabodaa, @kookiesjoonies, @kookiestarlight, @kookmint, @kpophoneybunny, @kqtiny, @kyung-seokie, @kyuscafe, @lafaussejoie, @lavenderkoo, @leebutnot, @leeknowism, @lettersfromaphrodite, @lettersfrompersephonae, @lightgreybg, @lilacwoo, @lostcherryjk, @loveablejeekies, @lovedsweet, @lovely-ateez, @lovelygalaxy333-writes, @lovsoul, @lunarmingi, @luvsjoon, @lvrbun, @lybomb, @m24sail, @mapofbts, @markftmingi, @may-tree, @meiiyue, @melodiamore, @mhirais, @midnightseonghwa, @milkbts, @milkyoonoh, @minflix, @minghaon, @mingi-theestallion, @mingkiii, @mingtopiaa, @minihongjoong, @minsugams, @mintyguk, @minyoongail, @mismatchmark, @mistymark, @mjlkau, @mmmhs, @mmoondance, @monotape, @moonblssm, @moongaera, @moonguk, @moonlightzone, @moonlitmyg, @mountainhearts, @mountainsluna, @ms-starlight, @nakamoto, @namgination, @namkooks, @naryfial, @neo-shitty, @neocitybynight, @neptune-xuxi, @nevio, @nose-bandaid, @nvmguk, @oceanofaurora, @ofcyunho, @oksws, @omot7, @onceatinymoo, @orphicepiphany, @osakkun, @ot7always, @park-seonghwa
p - t ;
@peachjaem00, @peaches-writes, @personasintro, @petitemingi, @phattestuwu, @philosopher-of-fandoms, @pinktea99, @pinkyyunho, @pjimns, @pjmsdior, @prdshobi, @punkill, @queereightiesheartthrob, @riajae, @rookiegukie, @rosy-wooyoung, @royaltypark, @saksukei, @san-hwa, @sanhwaflower, @sannieboy, @sanstar, @santastic, @seacottons, @seiiblue, @seokstrivia, @seonghwanotes, @seongwhy, @seongsangies, @seonqwha, @serendipityseulgi, @serendipityunho, @serenityswords-main, @seungyoune, @shangri-woo, @she, @shuhuas, @sichengsbimbo, @sillyseoks, @simphwa, @simpsiren, @sketchguk, @skymoonandstardust, @sleepingrenjun, @sleepyateez, @sleepyjhs, @sleepyyangyang, @smallfrye, @smileysuh, @smoochkooks, @snackhobi, @softjeon, @softyoongina, @solarmingi, @soleilees, @songteez, @spacejaems, @sparklingchan, @starlightjoong, @starryseung, @starsuh, @straypatchkids, @strayssara, @stressed-asian, @stutterfly, @sugarboyuto, @sugarjaee, @sugaxjpg, @sungchans, @sunkissedjk, @superhajimark, @taehyungsjuicybooty, @taeilmeyourw1sh, @taelepathysroom, @taemines, @taerseok, @taeyongleee, @talkbykhalid, @tbhchoi, @tearvantae, @teeniemoarmy, @tenaciousinferno, @tenseoyong, @teote, @thanxxskz, @the-marionettes-locket, @the-star-named-dowoon, @the-wonandonly, @thespadesinyourhearts, @thorsdreams, @timetoresurface, @tiniesan, @tinylaelia, @toffee-hwa, @treasure-hwa, @treasurehobi, @tsukuyomes, @tvfff, @twdeadfanfic
u - z ;
@uayv, @userguk, @utopianvoices, @v-hope, @vante-love, @vanxbb, @venusjinnie, @viastro, @wabisaba, @waiyv, @warmau, @whimsical-ness, @wincore, @wintertae, @wonglix, @woojjongs, @wooyunhwa, @writearctic, @wuuyoung, @xherxx, @xiaocity, @xjoonchildx, @xsandjenos, @xuxi-rolls, @yeochikin, @yeoldontknow, @yeoldotcom, @yeosangscupid, @yeostars, @yeosvng, @yessidzuiichi, @yooaliceee, @yoondoze, @yoongicrumbs, @yoongs-jeontae, @yoonia, @yoonohho, @yunhoiseyecandy, @yunhoway, @yunhowhoitiss, @yuniixoxo
follower count + note ; 3.7k ???? why are yall following me omg kdjdkfjd thank you :(( the amount of love i hold for you guys is immeasurable !! a lot of yall tell me that you’re too scared to talk to me but pls do !! i dont bite i swear !! i love making friends here ! and im sorry for not replying to all of your asks :// sometimes i like to keep them private for my eyes but i swear i read every single one !! thank you again and have a great new year !
following count ; 1.3k lmaoo my dashboard is constantly flooded and sometimes it’s really hectic but fr thank you all for filling my tumblr with happiness and positivity with the occasional thirst trap for a kpop idol rip
2020 fics + upcoming in 2021
recapping all of the fics i wrote this year + lil comments / behind the scenes
- read to me ; kim namjoon ; may 23
- an accident ; johnny seo ; may 23
- chocolates ; jung jaehyun ; may 23
- flash drive ; lee donghyuck ; may 23
- rain ; jeon jungkook ; may 25
- flirts (but no kisses) ; park seonghwa ; may 29
i wrote all of the fics above as part of a short drabble game i made to get out of my writers block !! they weren’t my best works, but i got around 70 requests omg and i only wrote out the first six rip :(( i wanted to write more but i just needed a break for my mental health and couldn’t continue on so i’m sorry to those who requested and didn’t get a fic :(
- rivers over stones ; jeon jungkook ; sept. 12
this huge monster of a fic was what got me out of my writers’ block !! tbh i expected the fic to get like.... 20 notes but it ended up getting far past 3.5k omg thank you so much for all the praise for this fic, it took sooo long for this fic to get out too smh, i can’t believe it was still received so well !!! fyi i read every single review / reblog tags bcs i love reading what yall think :D
- the day bled away ; park seonghwa ; oct. 16
i wrote this after catching up to the good doctor and i was just in the mood for angst and the idea of hwa being a doctor lol
- mr. sad piano man ; min yoongi ; oct. 29
more fluffy soft angst !! i love writing this genre, especially for yoongi and i’m happy this one was received well !!!
- birthday waffles ; min yoongi ; nov. 14
i was just so soft for yoongi and i wanted to write more for him !! so i made this soft / angsty fic that i’m not particularly proud of, but i’m still glad it’s out there bcs it was sitting in my draft doc for sooo long
- cellmates ; one ; two ; three ; jung wooyoung ; oct. 19 - dec. 23
this is my baby :(( my first long original series !! i’m sooooo excited for this fic to progress and i’m so happy you guys like it as well :3 i love making yall suffer lmaoo
coming soon in 2021...
- future parts of cellmates
- king!taehyung x mage!reader (21k written / estimated 40k)
- fire!seonghwa x ice!reader (5k written / estimated 20k)
- lots and lots more !!!
check out m.list + wips for more info.
final note.
thank you all :(( i really don’t have any words to say left so pls just stay safe and have a happy new year !!! my inbox and messages are always open !
#2021 celebration#i tried my best to include everyone so im so sorry if i forgot anybody :(#pls talk to me !! id love to make new friends#whyd it take me so long to make this lol#guys alphabetizing this was a nightmare but worth it :')
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for yeosang recs, heterotragedies ’peppermint, eucalyptus and oudwood’, yeoandmoon ‘heat lightning’ (wooyoung is in that one too though) & hongism kinktober 2021 day 14!! - ur friendly yeosang stan :)
😭😭 thank u so so much for sending these in !!!! 💓✨💓✨💓 ayO kinktober day 14 🤚🏼🤚🏼 fhwnbd pls if u ever have any recs that r so good pls share bfsndb
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#reads & recs ! | #t:atbilb updates! | main: talkbykhalid & side blog: heterotragedies
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intimacy, arousal, euphoria, and a concept of fantasies. the idea of skin on skin, breaths mixing into one, & hearts beating in sync ; based on @atzsslut’s headcanon “ateez and their filthiest kinks”
♡ ⸻ ( 001 ) 김홍중 ; brat taming, body writing, orgasm control
♡ ⸻ ( 002 ) 박성화 ; exhibitionism, humiliation, creampie kink
♡ ⸻ ( 003 ) 정윤호 ; cum play, size kink, orgasm control
♡ ⸻ ( 004 ) 강여상 ; biting, cybersex, manhandling
♡ ⸻ ( 005 ) 최산 ; bondage, sadism/masochism, clothed sex
♡ ⸻ ( 006 ) 송민기 ; voyeurism, bondage, underwear fetish
♡ ⸻ ( 007 ) 정우영 ; asphyxiation, filming, corruption kink
♡ ⸻ ( 008 ) 최종호 ; manhandling, marking, voyeurism
꒰♡꒱
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if you were to ask seonghwa, he'd say he couldn't be happier. he's living the dream; having his own cafe and a lovely wife to spend his days with. nothing would make his life better, or so he thought. until you waltz in at closing time with the cutest white skirt wrapped around your waist and fluttering in the breeze.
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꒰ SERIES ꒱ ♡
⸻ 505 ;
꒰♡꒱ ⸻ KIM HONGJOONG | 김홍중 .
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꒰♡꒱ ⸻ PARK SEONGHWA | 박성화 .
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꒰♡꒱ ⸻ JEONG YUNHO | 정윤호 .
bounce [ 1.7 k ] ; after hours (wip)
꒰♡꒱ ⸻ KANG YEOSANG | 강여상 .
peppermint, eucalyptus, & oudwood [ 4.5 k ] ;
꒰♡꒱ ⸻ CHOI SAN | 최산 .
04.32 am [ 5.6 k ] ;
꒰♡꒱ ⸻ SONG MINGI | 송민기 .
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꒰♡꒱ ⸻ JUNG WOOYOUNG | 정우영 .
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꒰♡꒱ ⸻ CHOI JONGHO | 최종호 .
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Hongjoong Fic Recommendations
@ateezrecsandreviews Hongjoong fanfic recommendations :)
7 newly added fics at the bottom (2023.06.04)
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**Tell Me to Stop - @tenelkadjowrites (4.4k words)
Having been best friends with Hongjoong since childhood, you thought a camping trip might help breach the growing distance between the two of you. However, when a storm sweeps Hongjoong’s tent away, you find yourself in rather cramped quarters with him when he has to share your tent.
**Project Omen (feat. Wooyoung) - @mintsang (40.5k words)
you’ve never been close to your father, so when he passes it doesn’t affect, aside from the residual business that you have to take care of in his absence. exploring his basement uncovers a sealed chamber in a hidden room, a man with what looks like a tail staring back at you.
**I Missed You - @hanjisungs-bigtittyg0thgf (8.4k words)
You’ve been best friends with hongjoong since middle school but had limited contact when he became a trainee... But tonight’s movie night is different from any other.
**The Best Friend’s Code (feat. Seonghwa) - @tenelkadjowrites (11.3k words)
Hongjoong swears up and down that if you don’t touch each other, it won’t ruin the friendship…and what is the harm in blowing off some steam?
**Fire & Flames - @serendipityunho (5.9k words)
You never expected. tofall into the arms of the notorious bad boy of the campus, Hongjoong, after getting locked out. But yet again, he never expected you to end up into his arms either.
**under my skin (feat. Wooyoung) - @hongism (7.1k words)
Wooyoung should never have admitted that he liked Hongjoong bossing him around, and he most definitely shouldn't have done it so publicly. Aka Hongjoong knows how to get under his skin and god damn if he doesn't do it fucking well.
**For Your Entertainment (feat. San and Mingi) - @atiny-piratequeen (4.3k words)
Being the partner of a crime boss is hard sometimes. With Hongjoong hard at work, you feel neglected, so you’ve picked up the pastime of being particularly handsy with other close members of the mafia. Is it a bad idea? Probably. Does it catch the attention of Hongjoong? Definitely. Are you in a teeny tiny bit of trouble? Absolutely.
**Deal - @hongism (10.3k words)
Rule number one: do not under any circumstances sleep with a roommate.
**Man Spreading - @barnesbabee (2k words)
Hongjoog’s pictures made you a little shifty, and maybe drooling over them when he was still in the building wasn’t the smartest move.
**Seven O’Clock - @serendipityunho (3.1k words)
Somtimes, you just need a little more than just talking to forget about your cheating ex. Good thing your best friend had just the right solution.
**Attention (feat. Hwa) - @beginningofwonderland (6k words)
Your boyfriend Hongjoong is too busy with work for your and Seonghwa's liking so you decide to distract him with rather inappropriate means.
**Mistleblow (feat. Hwa) - @choijjongho (6.1k words)
You always look forward to the nights you spend with your boyfriends, Hongjoong & Seonghwa, at the BDSM club
**505 (001) Kim Hongjoong - @heterotragedies (11.5k words)
Intimacy, arousal, euphoria, and a concept of fantasies. the idea of skin on skin, breaths mixing into one, & hearts beating in sync
**[10:36 p.m] - K.Hj - @hyuckilstan (600 words)
What's better than mean dom Hongjoong?
Note: @ateezrecsandreviews summary
**Night Shift (OT8, Hongjoong focus) - @atiny-piratequeen(2k words)
Kim Hongjoong is the new CEO at KQ. He forms a team of… Somewhat reliable men to help with a project to improve the company. Unfortunately, his workers seem to be focused on extracurricular activities.
**Kinktober Day 9 (Night Shift Universe^^) - @atiny-piratequeen (4k words)
**Punishment - @kitten4sannie (3.9k words)
What happens when you distract Hongjoong from his work? He loses his temper, obviously. Good thing that’s exactly what you were hoping for
Note: @ateezrecsandreviews This is for the hard-core brats
**Cuckolding (feat. Seonghwa) - @hongism (6.9k words)
You and your husband, Hongjoong, invite one of his best friends over for dinner. Seems like a perfectly normal evening, as far as Seonghwa knows. But he can't help but salivate over the curve of your hips when he thinks you aren't looking. Luckily for him, you and Hongjoong have some... interesting plans prepared for the evening.
**Thursday, 5:38pm (feat. Mingi) - @abiaswreck (3.2k words)
Spending quality time with Hongjoong in the studio can be boring when he’s busy. Thankfully he knows how to keep you content and entertained.
Note: A personal favorite of @ateezrecsandreviews
**Between Friends (feat. Seonghwa) - @anyamaris (3.4k words)
Three friends make the most of a late night together.
**Read for Me (feat. Seonghwa )- @pirateprincessblog (currently 13.4k words, unfinished)
Books, fanfictions, TV shows, and games took your excitement about real life away. Nothing has your heart beating fast, everything is pretty much the same and dull to you. Nobody could pull you out of your void of fantasy for a long time. Still, your best friend decides to try one last time. She does succeed, but not in the way she meant.
**Stress Relief - @cas-skz (3k words)
He’s been your best friend and fuck buddy for over a year now, but what happens when a box of letters is found.
**[13:00] - @kwanisms (1.3k words)
Your boyfriend invited you to his studio.
**Motivate Me - @hwaightme (10.2k words)
Every week, you met with your tutor, Kim Hongjoong. And every week, you told yourself to let go of your fantasies. But what if just a dive into self-determination was all that was needed to stop the hour from running out?
**Punishment - @kitten4sannie (3.9k words)
What happens when you distract Hongjoong from his work? He loses his temper, obviously. Good thing that’s exactly what you were hoping for.
**Thin Lines - @hongthoven (6.8k words)
“P-please--- m—m—more”
**Paper Planes - @hongthoven (5.2k words)
Hongjoong tried his best to solely focus on the helpless moans coming from the next room, perfectly conscious of how fucked-up he must have looked right now, jerking off to his roommate having sex with a girl he could only wish to ever touch, someday, given the opportunity of her seeing him as anything more than her boyfriend’s nerdy roommate.
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addict | 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 1.2k
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: mingi + female reader
𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: drabble, suggestive, kissing, smallest humping,high school seniors au,
𝐞𝐱𝐭: super ultra short drabble. shortest thing ive ever written, hope u guys like it!
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It was hot, the entire room was stuffy and humid. Lips smacking against one another and heavy panting were the only things that filled the room. Your hands were all over Mingi’s body, one tangled in his soft silky tresses and the other finding purchase on his bare shoulder. His shirt had been unbuttoned halfway, part of it slipping off his broad frame and exposing his defined collarbones and strong chest.
Mingi’s large palms cupped each and every curve of your body: ass, tits, thighs, face. Any and all curves he could get his hands on, he’d touch. Because he’s addicted. Addicted to your skin against his, addicted with how his hands are the perfect fit to every part of your body. He’s gone mad because he’s so in love with how your lips taste against his. So soft and plump and covered in his favourite peach lip gloss.
Sitting on his lap was your favourite position. Having him tower over you no matter the situation because he is just that tall made your toes curl and fingers tingle. One of your hands trailed down to Mingi’s chest, drawing circles and electric doodles onto his skin before following the line of the tank top he wore underneath his school uniform.
Once Mingi swiped a tongue along your bottom lip, it was over for you. At just that one move he had you putty in his arms. A whine escaped your lips when they parted and you eagerly tried to take his tongue into your awaiting mouth. You want him to explore you, like he has done many times before yet you can’t seem to get enough. Mingi was too addicting.
You were too inebriated with his touch, his warmth, the sparks that erupt at his fingertips and zips straight into your core. He was high on the taste of your lips and the miniscule whines that called for him, needing him as if he was the water you drink and food that you feast on.
With your lover’s tongue brushing up against yours, you straighten your back and tilt your head off to the right, desperate to feel him deeper in you. To have more of his skin on yours. Every inch of your body feels like it’s getting iced and burnt at the same time, yet inside it’s as if you have piping hot liquid lust sloshing around.
And then.
“Hun.” You gasp, placing your palms firmly on your boyfriend’s shoulders to pull away. Your eyes snapping to the glowing phone thrown haphazardly onto your pillows. The screen lit up with your brother’s name splayed across it and vibrating with his favourite song “Girl’s Talk” by Jiwoo and Sooyoung.
Mingi just grunts and keeps his teeth latched onto your bottom lip. His large hand slides up behind your neck and tugs you back into his kiss. He’s been itching to kiss you all day. Fingers twitching to finally comb through your meticulously brushed hair and dishevel it from your ponytail. He’s waited nearly four hours to finally get you to himself since the graduation ceremony started.
“Leave it, Hun.”
“But, Gi.” You whine, hands sliding up to his jaw im an effort to break free. “It’s Seonghwa.”
“And? C’mon Hun. Just let me kiss you for fifteen minutes.” He gives you the cutest puppy eyes ever and you try your damn hardest to not fall into his charms.
“We’ve been making out for the past thirty minutes, Gi.”
“Thirty-five minutes then.”
You giggle. Apparently you weren’t immune to whatever Mingi’s powers were, because one pout from him has your resolve crumbling and whittling away. So your lips find their way back to your lover’s and you proceed to give him the affection he asked for. Your ringing phone and ever so worried brother forgotten in the background.
The ringing stopped sometime while you ate each other’s faces out. Maybe it was when you shrugged your blouse off and let Mingi palm at your breasts, or when he paused for a moment to let you lick at his fingertips. Neither of you noticed, too caught up in each other’s tastes and scents. Too addicted to each other.
At some point, Mingi’s pants unbuttoned and your skirt flipped up to expose your (more like Mingi’s) favourite black panties. Mingi was now leaning back on your headboard, hands gripping your hips as you hovered over his clothed erection.
It had been well over thirty five minutes when you started grinding your core onto Mingi. But, really, who’s counting? Not you, and definitely not Mingi who seems to be preoccupied with kneading your ass into clay. Can you blame him? When the swell of your ass fits perfectly into his cupped palms and his fingertips genty dip and dig into your flesh.
Like a moth to a flame, you were sucked into his touch once more. It was all just Mingi… Mingi. Mingi. Your senses filled with him. Your skin wrapped around his, his scent fogging in your mind. You have no choice but to think about Mingi.
Mingi.
“Mingi!” You yelp.
“Y/n!” Seonghwa yells from downstairs, the sound of his feet pattering against the carpet follow the echoes of his voice.
A curse leaves Mingi’s kiss-plumped lips and you have to resist kissing them again. A simple task considering your brother is right down the hallway, making his way up to your room where you’re perched on top of your boyfriend’s hardened dick. Which means you have to hop off and try to make the situation look presentable.
So, with Seonghwa’s footsteps nearing by the second, you grab Mingi’s arm and fling him in the direction of the bathroom. He nearly slips on the tiles but you’ve no time to tend to him, opting to shut the door running towards your closet.
“Mom said– Jesus christ!”
Seonghwa slams your bedroom door close as soon as he shoved it open upon seeing your nearly naked form struggling to button up your shirt.
“I’m changing, you fuck!” The best lie you ever came up with.
“Well, hurry up! Mom and dad are already at the restaurant!”
You tug your skirt down and pat the frizz out of your hair, looking in the mirror to see your skin coloured in red– not from the embarrassment of having your brother walk in on you ‘changing’. At the same time you hear Mingi flush the toilet and he comes out with his face dripping with cold water and a deep blush etched onto his skin, similar to yours.
“Okay, let’s go.” You huff, with Mingi clinging onto your arm. The both of you finally looking decent enough to see your parents. Seonghwa mutters ‘took you long enough’ under his breath before leading the way out of the house.
You’re probably not gonna do that again (spoiler: you did). The amount of embarrassment and shame you’d have been in would probably make you bury yourself alive. And the sheer luck you had for having a brother whose gullible enough to believe your little fib, maybe someone up there was looking over you.
But Seonghwa’s not that gullible (his suspicions only solidifying when you came out hand in hand with your boyfriend), and now he knows that if he ever gets sent to voicemail, he should not try to barge into your room.
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peppermint, eucalyptus & oudwood | 𝐤𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 4.5k
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: yeosang + female reader
𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: mean yeosang (in a sexy way), pillow humping, masturbation, vaginal fingering, clit play, edging, slight overstimulation, no penetrative sex
𝐞𝐱𝐭: if you've read t:atbilb prologue on my main blog, you might notice that this was inspired by a certain scene.
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Yeosang had just left, you heard the door click shut a couple seconds ago. The atmosphere was now quiet and calm as opposed to the rather loud and rambunctious one not even 5 minutes before. Your blanket was scrunched up on the floor from Yeosang laying on it, and several pillows lined the corners of the blue duvet.
Sighing, you walked over and picked up the mess sprawled on your bedroom floor. Haphazardly tossing them onto the bed with your body falling on top of them right after.
What started out as a supposed study day for you, ended up with you and Yeosang giggling on the floor for several hours straight. It was around noon when your best friend suddenly showed up in front of your apartment door, banging his fist on the wood like it was nobody’s business.
Yeosang inviting himself over for seven hours was not a new occurrence in your life. Hell, he could just announce he’d be moving into your apartment the moment you open the door and you wouldn’t argue. Partially because he wouldn’t let you, but mostly because you really wouldn’t mind.
Having him as your roommate would be great. You’d have someone to split the bills with, and the chores too! There wouldn’t be a dull moment with you and him under the same roof.
And you’re definitely not opposed to the idea of seeing him everyday in his loungewear, which you know consists of a sleeveless shirt and pajama pants. Just today he was wearing his favourite red and black plaid pajama pants and a black shirt he pulled out of Yunho’s closet with the sleeves snipped off (Yunho hasn’t noticed the absence of the article from his drawer yet). His well toned arms flexed with every little move he made. Even with actions as miniscule as pushing his blonde hair out of his face.
Propping yourself up on your elbows you study the circular pillow your face has landed on. Bringing your nose back down onto it, you give it a quick sniff, and you were right! The pillow smelled a lot like your best friend’s eucalyptus shampoo. Thinking back to earlier in the day, you vaguely remember this same pillow being the one he rested his head on and rubbed his hair all over.
Another upside to having him as your roommate would be his scent. Yeosang smelled good, always. You’ve deduced from the several times you’ve stayed over at his house that he’d smell peppermint fresh every after his showers. And a spritz of his super fucking expensive Tom Ford Oudwood perfume would compliment the scent greatly. The same perfume that lingered on your pillows and blankets after a full day of him wallowing in them.
You rolled over on your bed and stared up at your ceiling, every breath you took in smelled of peppermint, eucalyptus, and oudwood. A scent reminiscent of whenever your blonde best friend would hug you from behind. His arms wrapping around your waist and your back coming in contact with his sturdy chest.
What you’d give to have your hands trail down the expanse of his muscular arms. Tracing every curve and vein on him. His soft, plump skin under the pads of your fingers. Down to his large hands, ones that would engulf yours entirely whenever you would hold hands. His large calloused hands, always rough with all the dumbells he grips. Three years of kinesiology has taken a toll on his palms, making them rough to the touch. With all the constant exercise he does it’s no surprise that he’s absolutely covered in muscles. Ones that you can’t help but watch whenever he’s in a sleeveless tee and putting on a show for you by lifting weights. His muscles would tense and the veins on his arms would start pulse while you pulse as well but down south.
Shaking your head, you snap out of your dangerously risqué reverie and go back to cleaning your room. Pull yourself together! That’s your best friend you’re thinking about! You know he’s hot, that’s something you can’t deny, but it’s wrong; thinking of him in such ways.
“How despicable!” You mutter to yourself, getting up and trotting to your messy excuse of a desk.
Busying yourself with closing your laptop and cleaning up your desk, you fail to notice the black baseball cap laying by your feet. And when you turn to walk back to your bed, your foot knocks it over, catching your attention.
Picking it up, you examine it and realize that you don't own any baseball caps (you find them to be unflattering on your head). But Wooyoung does (loads of them), and Yeosang loves to sneakily take from his friend’s closets. You’re pretty sure he waltzed into your room today with a hat on, right before pulling it off his head and throwing it in some random direction in your room.
There’s that scent again! The one you heavily associate with Yeosang, but this time the eucalyptus scent seems stronger. Damn Yeosang and his shampoo.
Neatly placing it on your desk, you walk back to your bed and plop down on your back. The same mix of smells surrounding you once more. One that’s unique to Yeosang and him only.
You close your eyes, opting to take a nap after a tiring day of running after Yeosang when he grabbed a lacy bra from under your bed and threatened to tell Hongjoong about it. Imagining the mortified look on your brother’s face was somewhat funny, but knowing that he’s aware of your private life just makes you want to swallow battery acid. You huff and resituate your body under the covers, finally relaxing under the warmth that nearly lulls you to sleep.
But it’s distracting. Every time you inhale, that scent of Yeosang flows into your nose and your mind scurries to a memory of him.
And you can't help it.
All these thoughts of his stupidly handsome face coming so close to yours just to tease you. Or when he’d pin you to the ground before yelling at Wooyoung to grab the erotic novel they found in your closet and run with it. It was too much for your now short circuiting mind to handle.
Every time he picked you up like it was nothing to him to throw you into the pool, you’d think of a similar situation regarding him picking you up but this time throwing you onto the bed. And it’s just frustrating how sexually pent up you are for your best friend!
The subtle touches, the lingering stares, and his fucking scent! Even when musky and sweaty that stupid fucking oud wood would still compliment it! Stupid fucking Yeosang and his stupid fucking sexy face and body and !!!
You wanted to explode.
Your face now red and blood hot in your veins. The wet pool that formed on your underwear feels uncomfortable and there’s a burn inside your stomach that itches at you to be satisfied. Your is mind hazy and clouded with thoughts of your best friend, his eyes, his arms, his voice.
You don’t remember when or how your hand found its way into your pants, but your fingers coming into contact with your clit makes your legs jump and twitch.
Watching Yeosang twirl anything and everything with his fingers, you’d think about how good he’d be pinching and twisting your clit. Teasing your folds because you know that’s what he’d do. That fucking scum, he’d make you beg for it. You’re sure of that.
Your fingers dip into your cunt and it’s baffling how wet you’ve become just from thinking of Yeosang. You twist your head to the side and your nose hits the pillow sitting idly by your face. Again, his scent washes over your senses and you feel yourself clench around your fingers.
A soft moan escapes your lips when you focus on the pillow and realize this was the same one your best friend threw at your face earlier today. The sight of him bracing himself to throw the fluffy mass, making his arms flex and his shirt ride up his stomach. Giving you a glimpse of his toned abs and the happy trail leading down to his waistband.
Fuck! You were so wet, you could practically hear the sinful squelching of your digits pounding into your sopping cunt. But it wasn’t enough. Your nails clawed at your pillowcases, desperate to bring more of Yeosang’s scent to your senses.
With your breathing laboured and cheeks tinted, you flip yourself onto your chest. Hips rutting into your palms, your lips fall agape when your clit presses into your hand so deliciously. Your other hand reaches for the pillow beside your head and buries your face into it. Taking in breath after breath and trying to engrave as much of that peppermint, eucalyptus and oudwood scent into your mind. Not stopping until you feel yourself get lightheaded from the lack of oxygen.
You looked pathetic. Desperately riding your hand as if it was your best friend’s dick. God, you should feel sorry for yourself. But you don’t. It felt too good to care. The thought of Yeosang fucking you senseless was too hot of an idea to let go.
“Yeosang…” you pant, fisting the fabric in between your fingers, your shoulders going sore from the uncomfortable position you’re in. And so, with a huff, you pull your hand out of your pants and push yourself up on your knees. Your eyes start frantically searching across your bed for something, anything, to help you get off.
They land on your large gray bolster and you quickly snatch it. Tucking it in between your legs and rubbing your clothed cunt along the length. The added friction from the pillowcase sparks fire from your pussy up to your chest. Your skin starts to tingle and your walls clench around nothing.
Your thoughts are a mix of pleasure and Yeosang. His large hands trailing all over your body, his lips leaving kisses down your neck, and his dick— oh god, his dick! He’s fucking hung!
You were guilty of ogling at Yeosang’s crotch— you can’t help it! Every time he’d show up in sweatpants it’s like his cock would be begging to be let out. The imprint of his length would shamelessly lie on his thigh and he wouldn’t do anything about it. You’re a hundred percent sure he’s aware of his (not-so) little junior’s appearance but he’d just leave it at that! That bastard!
Planting your hands on the bed below you, you push your hips harder against the pillow, your legs spreading wider to attain more friction. You wonder how Yeosang’s stupid oudwood perfume would smell when mixed your cum. It would probably make it smell nice, you sneer.
A particular roll of your hips makes your clit press at the seam on the pillow and makes a moan slip out of your lips.
“Yeosang!”
Your voice is loud enough to echo through your room, down the halls and into Yeosang’s ears who stood by your door, dumbfounded. It’s not everyday you walk into your best friend’s apartment to hear them moaning out your name.
He only came back because he left his wallet and Wooyoung’s hat in your room. But now, he can’t move. What is he supposed to do? Walk out of there and act like it’s not affecting him when in reality it is? Or burst into your room and then what? Embarrass you into ignoring him for 10 years?
The man was caught between a rock and a hard place. And an even harder cock. As sudden as this situation hit him, he can’t deny that it was insanely sexy. His mind wanders to what you’re possibly doing. What’s making you feel so good that you moan out loud like that?
As if his feet had a mind of their own, he begins walking towards the direction of your room. The same one he was in not even fifteen minutes ago. Which sparks another question: Why were you so worked up? You seemed fine earlier. What triggered this sudden sexual desire for him?
Your voice becomes louder as Yeosang pads farther down the hallway, his throat bobs up and down and his dick twitches in his pants. Beads of sweat form at his hairline as his body heats up, heart hammering as he comes closer to your door. The polished wood was left ajar, giving him a glimpse of the inside.
There you were, perched atop the blankets and pillows, hands groping at your breasts and pussy desperately rubbing against … something. Yeosang can’t clearly see what it is.
This is wrong, the thought flies through his mind for a moment. But the little brain in the head of his dick is too loud, yelling at him to just barge in and fuck the living daylights out of his best friend. It’s all he ever asked for!
And before he could stop himself, he shoves the door open, knocking it into your desk and making you jolt.
“What the fuck?!” You scurry to close your legs and assess who the fuck just walked in on you humping your pillow.
“Yeosang?!” Your heart fell to the bottom of your stomach.
“I-I can ex-explain! It’s not what it looks like!” You manage to stutter.
“Cut the crap, I know what you were doing.” Came your best friend’s baritone voice from a few feet away from you. And, god, you feel like crying. You can’t decipher that look on his face, eyes dark and heavy on you, with his lips pressed into a thin line.
He’s gonna kill you. No, worse. He’s gonna cut ties with you, remember you as that one nasty bitch who humped her pillow moaning his name. Disgusting.
“I’m sorry! It’s just… I just…” you struggle to find an excuse for your despicable behaviour. “I-I promise it’s really not what it seems! I just, you know, I felt like— it’s actually, uhm I wanted to, I-it’s just I—”
“Just shut up and let me fuck you.”
“What—“
You don’t even notice Yeosang walking closer to you. All you remember is him bursting through your door and now he’s on his knees behind you, wrapping his arms around your torso and manhandling your form to properly sit you in front of him. One of his large hands finds purchase on your breast and he starts to fondle.
“That was fucking hot, you know.” The man rasps into your ears, his lips pressing wet kisses onto the side of your neck.
It feels like you got whiplash. One moment you had your heart falling out of your ass and the next it’s back to hammering in your chest. You never expected to have the chance to feel Yeosang’s hands on you the way they are now. Running across your clothed skin and twisting your nipples while the other one makes a beeline for your waistband.
“Came back for my wallet,” he continues, hand now playing with the garter of your cotton shorts.
“but I got this treat instead.”
You feel his smile on your bare shoulder and then his hand slips into your underwear right after.
A yelp jumps out from your lips when Yeosang suddenly pinches your clit. The man smiles at your reaction before pressing two fingers onto the bundle of nerves. He feels you quiver in his arms and it makes him feel so victorious.
The blonde’s eyes trails down to where his hand disappeared into your shorts, and he spots the gray cushion with a wet patch. And it all clicks in his mind. He raises a brow as one corner of his lips tilts up, leaning closer to your ear, he whispers:
“Were you humping that pillow?”
You feel your blood rushing up to your face. What were you gonna tell him? ‘Yes. Because it smelled like you and I’m a bitch in heat’ ?
“I asked you a question.”
“ … yes.” Your voice meek and barely above a whisper, but it was enough for Yeosang.
“Why? What were you thinking of?”
It was that moment when your best friend decided to slip two fingers into your cunt. Yeosang makes a mental note to make fun of you for being so wet for him in the future, but for now he needs to focus on the task at hand.
“Y…you…” you don’t know where all this is coming from, why are you responding? How are you even responding? Your mind short circuited a couple minutes ago!
“It s-smells like you.”
This one makes Yeosang nearly stop, but he catches himself before you notice and drives his fingers harder into you. A smile spreads across his lips and he scoffs, clicking his tongue at the effect you have on him.
“That’s fucking hot, y/n.”
Your back arches and your head falls onto his shoulder. He was reaching places you never could. Granted, his hands were so much bigger than yours, fingers longer and able to reach places in your walls you didn't even know about. His fingers curl up and they brush against a spongy patch inside you. You don’t know what it is but it makes your toes curl and elicits a louder moan from you.
“There?” Yeosang felt it too. “You like it there?”
You could hear the smirk in his tone, and you’re about to turn to him and ask him what’s so funny, but his fingers graze over that spot again. Your thighs quake and you hear yourself moaning something akin to ‘yes’.
Yeosang’s other hand snakes down into your pants, tugging at the waistband and signalling you to lift your hips up. He then pulls the garments down your thighs when you do so, albeit a little difficult since he refuses to pull his fingers out of you. But he succeeds, and with his now free hand, he pushes your legs wider and pressed his fingers onto your clit.
With the pillow forgotten below you, you melt into Yeosang’s arms. Hands grasping at his veiny skin, silently pleading him for more. His hands press harsh circles onto you and your eyes roll back as wave after wave of pleasure crashes into your body. Your lips hang open, moaning out loud for Yeosang to hear.
It’s sinful really, how much Yeosang enjoys the sound of his fingers fucking into you. How your whispered curses and moans of his name goes straight down to his dick. And if you thought your pillow smelled so good earlier, what will you think now? After it’s doused with your juices. Yeosang would love to sink his nose into that.
The clenching of your pussy around his fingers is what brings him out of his thoughts.
“You close, y/n?”
His voice vibrates through your body and shakes your core. You manage to gasp out ‘yes’ and a ‘please’, but you’re not too sure what you were pleading for. Your breath quickens and Yeosang only watches as your chest rapidly rises and falls, your thighs beginning to quiver even more, threatening to close around his hand when your orgasm washes over you.
But then it all stops.
“Huh?” It’s as if your world just collapsed. The pleasure building up to your climax higher and higher only for it to suddenly crumble down. Euphoria was right at the tip of your fingertips but it was ripped away from your grasps. You could cry, you were so close that it hurt.
You frantically turn to look at Yeosang only to find him already staring at you. There’s a certain glint in his eyes that shows he has a plan, and you never like it when that happens.
“Well.” He starts, pulling his soaked fingers out of your cunt, and you whine at the emptiness. “I should get going.”
The fog in your mind immediately disappears and your clutch at your best friend’s wrists.
“No! You can’t!”
Yeosang gives you a look of faux confusion, it makes you want to punch him in the throat.
“What do you mean? I only came back to get my wallet and Woo’s hat.”
He turns his head to look by your desk. “There they are!”
When you feel him begin to shuffle off the bed your arm instinctively wraps around his. Holding onto him for dear life. No way in hell is he gonna leave you high and dry, cunt exposed and wet.
“No! Don’t go yet! Please, Yeosang!”
He hums, the fingers still on your clit go back to drawing figure eights onto the nub. But this time, lighter, slower and more infuriating. It’s as if his fingers were barely there and it’s driving you up the wall!
“It’s getting late though…” he trails off, eyes on the alarm clock on your bedside table.
You feel him slowly put more pressure onto your clit and the sparks come back to life. A jolt comes running up your spine and your hips start to gyrate in rhythm with his fingers.
“It’s only four…” you respond, voice airy and nearing a moan. Your eyes flutter shut and you concentrate on the feeling of Yeosang’s fingers on you. His chest against your back, and his arm snug around your waist.
The room falls quiet again, save for your soft sighs and an occasional gasp when you feel your clit being pinched. Your breath falls in sync with Yeosang’s and you, again, melt back into his embrace.
The slow and steady pace is surprisingly bringing you up to another orgasm. The now familiar pattern of his fingers is giving you a sense of consistency. Your walls clench around the air and you feel your cunt leak with warm fluids, no doubt staining even more the already stained pillow beneath you.
Slowly but surely, your breath starts to pick up once more. Thighs twitching and hips bucking into the hand toying with your cunt.
Just like that! You can feel your high coming up again. So so close. If he just keeps at it for a few more seconds then you–
“It’s getting dark, y/n.” Yeosang stops again, this time pulling his fingers off of you completely.
“Fuck you, Yeosang!”
The man holds back an amused chuckle. Who knew it would only take a little bit of teasing for you to crumble.
“Me?” Yet he keeps his innocent facade. “What do you want from me?”
Your hand guides his back to your pussy, using his fingers to rub all over your clit again like he was your toy.
“Fuck you and your stupid Tom Ford Oudwood perfume!”
You scowl in between moans, hips bucking up to dig his fingers harder into you.
“A-and your stupid fucking peppermint body wash!”
This time Yeosang moves his fingers with yours, swiping harshly across your sensitive nub. His smirk grows wider at your words. He had no idea you got this worked up over his body wash.
“And your … your fucking— ah! Fucking eucalyptus shampoo!”
His other hand joins back in, still wet with all your slick from earlier. He traces them up and down your folds, gathering up even more of your juices to smear them across your thighs.
“That’s nice.” He chuckles, low and baritone into your ears. A shiver shoots up your spine when you feel his breath warm on your skin.
“But I still don’t know what you want from me.”
This bastard! He’s making you beg, you were right! You knew he wouldn’t give in that easily. That glint in his eyes almost made you nauseous. Yet here you are, licking your lips and getting ready to beg as if it was your life on the line. Absolutely sickening.
“Time’s ticking, y/n.”
Salvaging your pride was no longer an option, the need to cum was stronger and it was slowly driving you insane.
“Let me cum, Yeosang.” You pant.
“Please! Please please please… I want to cum. Please, can I cum?”
“Can’t hear you.”
God! You want to scream! Tear your hair out! Cry even!! Why is he so cruel?!
“Fucking hell! Please Yeosang! Can I cum please?!! It hurts.” Your voice loud enough that you’re sure your neighbours had heard you.
“Loud and clear, baby.” He whispers into your ear.
Before you had the chance to revel in the introduction of a new petname for you, three of his fingers suddenly plunge into your pussy. He pulls them back to only the tips and pounds them back inside, knuckles deep. The pace he sets is hard and fast, it makes your head spin and breath get stuck in your throat.
A shriek rips out of you when Yeosang presses harsher circles onto your clit. Your thighs come to close around his hands and your eyes roll back, pleasure quickly flooding through your senses. The blonde pulls a hand away to grip at your thigh and force your legs back open. His arm flexes and you subconsciously run your fingers over the veins along his forearms. The feeling of his hard muscles and the ridges of each vein nearly makes you cum on the spot. Throwing your head back onto his shoulder, you look up to make eye contact with him as his hand goes back to toying with your clit.
“Keep this pussy open for me, baby.”
If the man behind you didn’t edge you twice before, you’d be embarrassed by how close you are to cumming right now. Your moans get cut short by something that sounds similar to a sob and tears start to gather at your waterline. Your body is writhing and twitching and squirming all thanks to Yeosang’s hands on your pussy.
Your body then stiffens and all you can see is white behind your eyes, your nerves burning and tingling as you finally get to cum. It’s an orgasm so intense you start to shake and your cunt clenches oh so tight around Yeosang’s fingers.
But the man is relentless, even with your mind-numbing orgasm he still continues to pump his digits in and out of you. He sighs, mesmerized by the creamy white ring your cum created on his hand. You were cumming so much it makes him want to cum too.
It was only when your quivering ceases and you reach down to tug his hand from between your legs does he stop. Your body now limp and twitching with oversensitivity, but your muscles were relaxed and your breathing was now calming down.
Sleep nearly wins you over when you feel Yeosang shift behind you. You turn around to look at him and there's a new glint in his eyes. One that tells you that he’s far from being done with you.
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𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 3.6k
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jongho + female reader
𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: fluff, smut. oral (m receiving) fellatio, deep throating (?)
𝐞𝐱𝐭: not proofread , way too much fluff to be considered filth , sorry not sorry , i love jongho
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Click , click , click.
‘One more . . .’ Jongho thought to himself, one more button and he’ll finally be done. After six hours of continuous work he’ll finally have time to stretch and relax. His back slumped over his paper-filled desk, a half empty mug of now cold coffee stood by the edge, and his macbook situated right in between it all.
The young man navigated through the webpage, having already attached his perfected and proofread essay, in search of the blue rectangular submit button. He was more than ready to get over it at long last.
Click
He’s done. He did it, his final paper submitted and left to be graded (no doubt with above average scores). Now he can finally relax.
The brunet throws his arms up in the air, careful not to knock over the mug sitting idly beside him. He stretches his work-shy muscles and releases a loud groan. The bones of his neck snap and pop with every twist and turn he makes, and after a minute of his bone popping session he finally leans back on his chair all lax and worry free.
Jongho slouches lower onto his seat until his head rests at the backrest, staying in the said form for a solid 5 minutes with his eyes closed and tossing all the memories that involved his essay into the back burner. With his breath slowly getting calmer, the man contemplates taking a nap before cleaning up; but he absolutely hates the image of papers strewn everywhere across his desk and he’s pretty sure that mug of coffee will get knocked over one way or another if he doesn’t put it away right now.
With a heavy sigh that induces a high rise from his chest, the brunet sluggishly slides off his seat with intentions of gathering his notes and throwing them into a large manila envelope he found lying in one of his drawers. With the papers put away and his half empty mug in hand, he heads to the kitchen when the sudden memory of you comes into mind.
He recalls the last message you sent to him as he treks towards the sink, his sock clad feet padding on the tiled floors.
You: good morning love <3
You: i hope you slept well last night :>
You: actually no i hope you actually slept at all ):<
You: i know you’ve been busting your ass on that essay but make sure to sleep alright?
You: I Love You <33
Jongho hasn't had the chance to respond since he woke up this morning frazzled on his desk on top of his binders; the rings of his notebook had left red marks on his cheek from where he rested it for the 5 minute turned 2 hour ‘nap’ he decided to take in between his tasks. The deadline wasn’t in 2 days, but to be fair, Jongho doesn’t like chasing due dates.
After he briefly washes his mug, the young man unplugs his phone from the charger to move into his bedroom for his desired nap. A long sigh escapes Jongho’s plump lips when he finally has the chance to rest his entire body on his comfy bed, nice and soft, warm and fluffy bed. Sleep tugs at his eyelids but he fights the urge to fully succumb into slumber in favour of responding to your texts, which were sent around 3 hours ago.
Haribo: hey love, I’m finally done with the essay, yay~
Haribo: I didn’t exactly ‘sleep’ last night, I fell asleep for 2 hours and woke up panicked. But that’s over now, I’m gonna take a nap for about an hour. You can come over if you want, I kind of miss you or whatever.
Haribo: I Love You Too ❤️
You smile down at your phone, ‘or whatever’ you read off the last text you received. In true Jongho fashion, he never fails to hide(or try to, rather) his overwhelming love for you. It’s all in lightheartedness though, you’re well aware of your boyfriend’s personality and way of affection, it’s what makes him Jongho and why you love him so much.
You decide to give him time for his well deserved nap, giving you time to tidy up as well. Your morning wasn’t quite as productive as your lover’s, but you managed to get a couple things done before noon and that was enough for you to give yourself a pat on the back.
This morning you woke up and made yourself a cup of coffee, in the exact opposite way Jongho prefers his. Where Jongho prefers bitter and cold, you gravitate more towards sweet and warm. You shot your boyfriend a quick text and then remembered how the night before Jongho had to cut your facetime call short since he was working on an essay; and knowing him, you were a hundred percent sure he wouldn’t stop until he finishes it, even if it means getting zero sleep.
Seeing how you were left on ‘delivered’ for around three hours, you assumed two things: 1) he stayed up late and slept in to get a full 8 hours of sleep or 2) he was still up and running on last night’s mug of coffee as fuel and had his mind in hyperfocus. From his reply, you found out that it was the latter.
Sure you could have sent him a text to make sure he was sound asleep at the right time, but if you know Jongho then you’re well aware of his stubbornness. Also, he’s a grown man and he knows his limits, you don’t need to baby him in whatever he does, he’s perfectly capable on his own.
You decided to leave for Jongho’s apartment an hour after you got his texts, to give him enough time to recharge for a bit. With your phone and wallet tucked safely in your pockets you then headed off to your sleeping beauty. Usually it’d take around 15 minutes for you to get to his apartment by car, but today felt like a lovely day to take a walk; the sky was littered with little wisps of pristine white clouds and the wind was cool from the leftover cold in remembrance of the winter that just passed. At this rate, you’ll arrive at Jongho’s in about 40 minutes-- 45 if you choose to walk slower-- which means even more dream time for your boyfriend.
As you round the corner to Jongho’s apartment complex, a little boy rushes out of the convenience store to your left, the cold air of the air conditioner nipping at your skin and tempting you inside. You thought ‘why not?’ and opted to buy something for you to eat later. 5 minutes later, you’re out of the little shop with a white plastic bag hanging from your elbow.
You: im here love <3 ill just let myself in
You quickly send to Jongho (even though you know he’s asleep) before pulling out your copy of his keys and letting yourself in as quietly as you can. Slipping off your shoes, you tiptoe your way to the kitchen to gently put the bag of convenience store food on the counter and the cans of soda into his fridge.
With hands on your hips, you scan the current situation your lover’s living room was in. Overall it was somewhat tidy, save for a few papers that might have flown away and the occasional plastic covering peeking from underneath the sofa. So you took it upon yourself to clean up the little mess you saw just to get it off his back.
When you're done, you lounge on his couch for a while, scrolling through social media, seeing whatever the hell people rave on about these days. Oh, episode 7 of imitation is airing today? Huh I wonder what it’s about. Ooh it’s about idols and--
“Love?”
You hear Jongho’s familiar voice call out from his bedroom and you hurry on your feet to scurry down the hallway and into the arms of your boyfriend. You find him slouched over his blankets with his phone in hand, meaning he just read your text.
“Jongho!” you squeal and jump into his arms, something that Jongho has gotten used to, but in his fuzzy state of mind had startled him, prompting you to apologize with a small smile.
“Morning, love.” You coo and press a quick peck on his lips, to which your boyfriend responds with a throaty hum and his arms come to wrap around your shoulders to pull you on top of him as he goes to lie back.
“It’s literally 3 in the afternoon.” He retorts, eyes shut due to the remnant sleep still stuck on his eyelids from the 2 hour long nap he just woke up from. You snuggle into his hold and mutter ‘doesn’t matter’ into his neck, your breath tickling his skin and bringing out a soft giggle from his chest.
The two of you stay holding one another for a couple minutes, basking in each other’s presence and the soft glow Jongho emanates in his post nap condition. He smells soft and refreshing but toned down and earthy, in other words he smells like comfort. Like coming home and crawling into a well made bed ready for you to mess up. And paired with the fabric softener he douses his sheets in, the scent makes you want to cover yourself in it, if you could store it in a perfume bottle you would.
“Oh right!” You muse, hand settling on his chest and you push yourself up on your elbow to look down at your lover’s resting face.
“I bought something to eat from the mini mart downstairs.” Gently tugging Jongho’s muscular arms off your shoulders, you throw your legs off the bed and urge the said man to follow you out to the kitchen.
Jongho watches as you patter into the kitchen, placing a plastic bag with ‘Nyu Mart’ print on the front on his small dining table. Your hands dig into the plastic and you pull out three packages of those garlic sausages on a stick and set it on the surface, followed by a roll of cheese kimbap, two triangle kimbaps, and a packaged egg sandwich.
“Also I put two cans of cider in the fridge, I hope you don’t mind.”
Your lover chuckles and moves to place a kiss on your forehead, mumbling a grateful thank you against your skin.
As you expected, Jongho ended up eating half of your sausage and the other two, but you repay him by drinking half of his can of cider. Now, it has been about 30 minutes since you finished eating, and the two of you spent the time lounging on the couch in each other’s arms talking about anything and everything under the sun.
“How well do you think you did on your essay, love?” You ask, cheek pressed on your lover’s defined chest, calmly rising and falling as he breathes.
“Not bad, or at least I think it wasn’t bad. I just hope Prof. Kim thinks so too. That man is so hard to please, he acts like his standards are through the roof.” Jongho scoffs.
“Yeah right, not when his wife looks like that they aren’t.”
“Jongho!” You let out a surprised laugh and gently slap his chest, which was currently shaking as he laughed. Recalling the first time he saw the said man’s spouse, old and wrinkly smothered in the wrong cosmetics. But the worst thing about that woman was her attitude, he can’t even get into the nitty gritty of what he hates so much about her without feeling annoyance running through his veins. And now was not the time for that.
“It’s true though.”
When his laughter subsides a comforting silence settles over you two for a moment. Again, you pop that bubble by speaking up.
“Well I sure hope Mr. Kim likes your essay. You worked so hard on it.” You push yourself up to land a kiss on his jaw. Jongho hums and brings the hand previously wrapped around your waist up to pat your head.
You proceed to litter his skin with little butterfly pecks, gliding down to his neck because you know he likes it. After a particularly long kiss on the juncture of his neck, his breath hitches and the hand on your hair stutters, before his body goes lax again.
“Jongho,” you start, voice low and barely audible to anyone more than a one meter radius from you, “I’m so proud of you.”
Jongho hums, planting his hand on your lower back, dangerously close to the swell of your ass.
“You planning on giving me a reward or something, love?” He whispers, voice equally as quiet as yours, pulling away to look into your eyes. And his heart just melts at the amount of love, affection, and pride your irises held.
“Well, you deserve it.” Your lips come into contact with his in a soft innocent kiss. Head tilting to the side to push your faces closer, your lips perfectly slotting together like they were made for each other.
You pull back to swipe your lips with your tongue, knowing exactly what he meant behind his words, you nod and move to press a longing kiss on his lips. His soft plump lips that taste of Chilsung Cider makes you want to swipe your tongue against them and taste more of it. So you do, licking and nipping at Jongho’s bottom lip, you feel intoxicated by the flavour tinted on his lips despite being a non-alcohol beverage.
The sounds of your lips on one another floats around Jongho’s otherwise empty apartment, combined with the silent ticking of his clock and the birds chirping out his window just makes everything seem so domestic and his heart swells at the thought.
When you pull away, you find your lover’s large calloused hands underneath your shirt and caressing your waist and your own are fisting at his campus sweatshirt. Your legs tangled with one another and your lips both red, plush, and tender.
“Sit up properly, love.” You softly order, clambering to get off of your boyfriend and setting your knees on the floor before him.
꒰♡꒱
“Fuck.” Jongho groans, throwing his head back on the sofa, left hand gripping your hair and the other pushing his dark locks off his face. He looks down at you with your lips around his cock and mouth stuffed full of him, and he almost cums at the sight.
You pull your lips off of his member to take a deep breath and take this as a chance to properly praise the man you love. Giving the head of his cock a soft kiss, you make your way down to the base and press another gentle kiss there, continuing up his shaft until you reach the head once more. Your hands come up to wrap around him, meeting a little bit of an inconvenience due to his girth but you manage with your other hand. Jongho’s eyes squeeze shut in pleasure at the tight ring you’ve formed around his dick and moans when you start stroking him up and down; occasionally leaning in to let a dollop of your spit drip down onto his length and coat his hot skin.
Jongho’s voice echoes throughout the room, although he wasn’t the vocal type when it comes to sex, he can’t help but let a few noises slip out when he’s getting a bomb blowjob.
When your arms tire out you resort to your lips once more. Taking the head into your mouth, Jongho tenses and flexes his thighs, the warmth that enveloped the tip of his cock in contrast to the cool air that surrounded the rest of his length makes him shudder.
“Oh fuck, baby. Just like that.” He moans when you suck at his tip before lolling your tongue around the bulbous head of his cock, occasionally swiping at the slit to collect the beading precum which falls salty on your tongue.
You lick a long stripe from the base of his cock up to the tip, followed by a few pumps by your hand. Usually at this point you’d stop and have Jongho fuck your brains out, which is fine by him since he loves seeing you get fucked dumb and incoherent by him. But this time when he moves to pull you up on him, you relent.
He raises a brow when you softly shake your head, eyes meeting your own which stare up at him glazed in a dream like state. You shut your eyes and focus on the feeling of him on your palms; hot, heavy, and hard.
“Don’t move a muscle, love.” You whisper more to his cock than to him. “You’ve barely even slept. So let me do all the work today, okay?”
You finally open your eyes to meet his hooded ones, clouded with lust and dilated.
“Let me be your good girl?” you pull out Jongho’s favourite puppy eyes, paired with his favourite pet name to use on you.
At this, Jongho lets out an amused scoff, tilting his head back and tongue swiping along his teeth as he smirks in disbelief. You’re literally sat on your knees, hands cradling his aching red cock, looking up at him with such irresistible eyes and calling yourself that name. And you expect him to just sit there and not wreck you into his cushions at least?
“Please, love?” you beg one last time when your boyfriend doesn’t look back at you, eyes still glaring at the ecru paint on the wall. You press a small peck on the tip of his member which catches his attention immediately.
It’s when he bites his lip in what seems like annoyance (but you know it’s just him trying to hold himself back) and lets out a low uninterested sounding hum that you dive back into wrapping your lips around your lover’s dick.
Your eyes sparkle against the sunlight that pours into the room through Jongho’s windows and at this he swears you look absolutely gorgeous. Your mouth stuffed full with his cock and worshipping it like your life depended on it.
Your head bobs up and down along his shaft, making the man before you shudder out a sigh. Your lips were rimmed with a concoction of your spit and Jongho’s precum. The hands that were idly laying on your boyfriend’s muscular thighs slowly slid down to cup his balls and Jongho’s heart nearly jumped out his chest.
Something akin to a giggle bubbles out from your throat at his reaction, yet all that does is vibrate against the brunet’s cock and he groans.
“Fuck, babe.” He draws out the syllables, hands finding purchase in your hair. “Feels so fucking good, yeah?”
Your palms we busy fondling with his balls underneath as your throat repeatedly swallowed around him, at this rate Jongho knew he was fucked. It was always like this. Whenever he was pounding into you he could go on for hours on end. Edging you over and over, smacking the skin of your ass red, sometimes even ripping orgasm after orgasm from you without having to cum himself. His self control was remarkable, however when it comes to you giving him head? He could cum in just seconds. What can he say? You definitely knew how to work your tongue.
Rubbing against the underside of his cock as if you weren’t gurgling around his tip already. God he was so close to cumming, and it sure was obvious from the blush on the tip of his ears, the heavy breathing, and the sweat beading at the crease in between his eyebrows.
“Fuck. Stay still, babe.” he suddenly moans, fingers curling around locks of hair and ceasing your movement. He bucks up into your mouth and you take this as a sign to relax your throat, dropping your jaw even lower to accommodate the rest of his length.
And just like that he chases after his orgasm. Roughly thrusting into your awaiting mouth, staring deeply into your fucked out eyes, not that he was much better. His dark hair stuck onto his forehead and his cheeks were flushed pink, plump lips red and nearly bloody from almost biting them off.
Jongho’s moans constantly get louder and hoarser. “Fuck.” He would groan, slurring out the words into near incoherent phrases.
When his voice rises in pitch— just a touch (only noticeable to you)— that’s when his breath hitches and his hips finally stop plowing into your throat. Thick ropes of his cum spurts into you, coating the walls of your mouth and throat.
Jongho lets out a final groan before slipping out of your lips, cock now flaccid and balls emptied. He throws his head back to catch his breath before looking back down at you; lips smeared with spit and at the corner of your mouth peaks white beads of his cum and his cock almost twitches at the sight.
“Come here, love.” He pulls you up softly, cupping your face with utmost gentleness. You think he’s gonna kiss you, so you lean in, lips puckered and eyes shut.
“No, that’s gross.”
Your jaw drops in shock,
“Excuse me?” You try to say but your voice is hoarse and throat dry.
All your boyfriend does in response is chuckle before pressing a kiss onto your forehead and getting up, announcing that he would be getting you a glass of water.
After your throat is hydrated, you cross your arms and glare at your lover with a pout.
“Listen. I’m sorry for rejecting your kiss, but I was not about to make out with you while you had my cum on your tongue.”
“Some people think it's hot!” You argue.
At this, Jongho shakes his head with a smile.
“Maybe next time, love.”
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bounce | 𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 : 1.7k
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : yunho + female reader
𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 : smut , established relationship , pet names , thigh riding , just one soft slap , spitting , slight dumbification , finger sucking , no penetration , implied blowjob .
𝐞𝐱𝐭 : not proofread , was supposed to be a drabble but ended up being almost 2k words , anyway made this at 3am bc i was horny, enjoy.
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Desperate. That’s how you felt. Insane, hungry, however you called it. Your blood was rushing red and hot in your veins, fingers unable to sit still, twitching ever so often with the overwhelming urge to just curl around his dark locks.
Your eyes flit down to Yunho’s thighs, bouncing every now and then out of pure boredom, his fingers tapping on the fabric of the couch’s armrests. His eyes roam around the room in search of something, anything to catch his attention. Then they land on you, perched on top of a kitchen stool, elbows leaned against the marble island and eyes trained on his bouncing leg.
The dark haired man raises a brow at you, one that you don't seem to catch sight of since you’re too busy ogling his firm thighs. Your lips part to release a small whimper as your thoughts wander into r rated territory. Such as setting yourself on top of his thick, muscular thighs and fucking yourself dumb on them. Rubbing your cunt all over the fabric of his cargo pants and soaking them with your juices.
Yunho catches on to your thoughts, that look you have on your face right now is one he’s familiar with. He knows you’re thinking of him in that ungodly way only your mind could come up with. He knows and he’s well aware of how his actions are affecting you. Judging by the seemingly sly glances he throws your way, you’re positive he’s taken notice of the way your thighs close together even tighter every time he bounced his leg.
“Hey bub.” he calls to you, snapping you out of your lust induced haze, making you look up at him with wide ‘innocent’ — or as Yunho liked to ironically refer to them as — eyes. He motions you over with a curl of his fingers and your mind short circuits again, this time looping around the image of his fingers.
Oh, how you love Yunho’s hands, they were so long and veiny. You loved looking at them, holding them, comparing them to your significantly smaller ones. Another thing you love to do with them is to wrap your lips around them, licking around every inch of skin you can fit in your mouth and have them pressing down on your tongue.
“Bub?” You hear Yunho address you again, and this time with his voice lower than before, making you squirm in the cushioned seat you’re on. You watch as your boyfriend leans back on the couch, making himself comfortable and settling one arm behind him. He rests his head on top of his right palm, elbow planted on the armrest and the imagery just has you shaking.
Yunho runs his eyes down your seated form before beckoning you over with a nod of his head. A shiver runs up your spine and you clench your pussy around nothing, your essence dripping out into a pool in your cotton panties.Hopping off the barstool, you head to where your lover sat in the living room, every step you took making your thighs deliciously rub against each other.
Now you stood in front of the smirking man, avoiding his gaze as if he was a scaly reptile monster with snakes for hair, whose stare could turn you into stone. The room was silent for a few moments, you standing there like a fool and Yunho grinning up at you like he’s read through every page of your mental diary and he’s had every word you wrote analyzed. It’s when he grunts and pats his lap that you turn to look down at his smiling face.
“Come sit, bub.”
You gulp and eye his thigh, a curse flying through your mind at how tempting the sight is. Even more so now when Yunho extends his hand out for you to take, which you do and he guides you to lift your leg over his left thigh and situate yourself in the middle.
Yunho tuts before your center could come in contact with his leg, you look up at him in confusion but it soon dissipates when he hooks a finger under the waistband of your shorts and you nod in understanding. He helps you unbutton and unzip the article and pulls them down along with your panties, slipping them completely off of the other and letting the garments dangle around your knee on the other.
Satisfied with the loss of your clothing, your boyfriend goes back to put you over his thigh and gently sets your core on the material of his pants. A broken whimper leaves your parted lips, placing your hands on Yunho’s shoulders for stabilization.
“Well? Use my thigh however you want, bub.”
With that you grind your hips forward, planting your feet down on the floor for leverage, and moan out at the friction the fabric his pants give you. Another grind down his leg but this time you put more of your weight down when you feel your clit rubbing against him. You repeatedly rub yourself like a bitch in heat on your lover's thigh, moaning shamelessly when you decide to pick up speed.
But something was missing, your mouth felt rather empty and your tongue just couldn’t stand sitting still for even a moment, you need something between your lips. Your eyes quickly roam the area in search of something, anything, to shove into your awaiting mouth. Suddenly, your eyes seem to light up as an idea pops up in your head.
Not once did you slow your pace in rocking your hips back and forth on your boyfriend’s firm thigh, not when the pleasure was mind numbingly good. Even when you shift to tug at the arm Yunho has thrown over the backrest of the sofa, begging for his fingers to be in your mouth.
Your jaw slacks when Yunho flexes his leg right when you rubbed your clit against him and the man took this as an opportunity to tug at your bottom lip. Your hands grasp at his wrist, trying to have him shove at least one of his long fingers into your awaiting mouth. What he does instead surprises you and has you clenching.
He pulls your hands off him and delivers a soft slap onto the side of your cheek before gripping your face and spitting into your mouth. His warm spit mixing in with yours and pooling underneath your tongue has your pussy gushing even wetter than you were.
“You like that, bub?” He smirks, voice low and gruff with eyes you could only describe as dangerously dark. You nod your head and lean forward to have Yunho slot his lips against yours. Tongue immediately snaking into your mouth and exchanging your spit, some dripping out from your lips as the kiss gets messier and hotter.
Yunho only pulls away later when your lips are bright red and plump and your rutting against him has gotten even more desperate than before. With your hands on top of his thigh for balance you start to rub your core harder onto his leg, the material of his pants no doubtedly soaked through and Yunho can feel it; a warm patch of wetness you drenched him in and, holy fuck, did it turn him on.
“Y… Yunho,” You whine, lips parted and tongue poking out. He nearly cums on the spot, his dick incredibly hard and heavy in his pants. He feels your shaky hand wrap around his wrist and he bites back a moan that threatens to escape him when you lick at his fingertips.
Yunho’s hands were huge compared to yours, and you revelled in the difference as you softly caressed them against your cheeks before licking up the length of his pointer finger. Your hips stuttered when you finally took his long digit into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it and covering it in your spit before releasing it and doing the same to the rest of his fingers.
The dark haired man could only watch in awe, eyes trained on every finger that disappears into your mouth and emerges covered in your warm drool. He’s reminded of the feeling of your wet pussy rubbing against him when you let out a particularly loud moan when he unconsciously bounces his leg.
With that he snaps out of his daze and pulls the fingers you currently have in your mouth out and replace it with his thumb, weighing down your tongue and making you gurgle out a choked moan as the thigh you’re rubbing yourself on starts bouncing repeatedly and stimulates your clit even more. Your breath shallows and your mind is filled with nothing but Yunho, fingers, and cumming.
Oh what a sight it was to behold, you rutting your dripping pussy on his thigh while worshipping his long digits as if they were his cock. Eyes dazed out and glossy, cheeks burning a deep rose and muttering a mantra of his name and incoherent babbles. Yunho feels your hips move faster as if it were possible and your breathing becomes quicker, signalling that you were close needing only one thing to finally have you break.
The thumb in your mouth is replaced by two fingers pulling your lips wide open so Yunho can spit in them one last time before fucking his fingers into your mouth and that sends your over the edge.
Your eyes roll back and your entire body tenses for a second, before your thighs start to shake rapidly and you’re only capable of letting out broken cries of euphoria as your body convulses uncontrollably in Yunho’s hold. Your pussy gushing out and soaking an even larger patch onto your lover’s cargo pants. You keep at it for nearly a minute before letting out a final moan and collapse into your boyfriend's arms, occasionally twitching as your high subsides.
Yunho rubs his hands on your clothed back in an attempt to soothe you, while he chuckles at the mess you made on his pants.
“You ruined my pants, bub.” He teases when he hears that your breathing has gone back to normal. “Such a shame, these were my favourite.” He carefully lifts you off his thigh and inspects the wet patch you left.
“That’s alright, I know how you can apologize.”
The sound of an unbuckling belt and a zipper pulling down excites you and fills you with energy once more because, well, who can resist giving Yunho head. When his cock is hard and heavy for you, standing red and tall right in front of you; and besides you need to make up for his ruined pants.
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"what have you been doing the past hour?" your brother had asked through the phone. "why weren't you answering your phone?"; no way in hell are you telling your brother that you spent that last hour and a half making out with your boyfriend on his bed.
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