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♡ heavy on your tongue ♡
Pairing: hongjoong x chubby!fem!reader
Genre: the fluffiest smut for all the softies out there
Summary: You unexpectedly show up at your best friend’s apartment one rainy October night with unspoken feelings on the tip of your tongue.
Word Count: 4k
A/N: hiiiiiii! This is my first fic posted so I’m a bit nervous. Thank you to the very darling @babesindestroyland for your sweet words and encouraging me to post this. For the most immaculate vibes, listen to Mind Over Matter (Reprise) by Young the Giant. 18+ content beyond the line — No minors please. Enjoy! ✨
Warnings: Oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, and tooth rotting sweet romance 🥹
Proofread: Too many times to count bc I’m a perfectionist.
The rain pattered loudly against the window of his apartment, the lights turned off so that the small flames of the candles melting slowly onto dusty wine bottles could dance against the brick walls surrounding the two of you. It had been three years since you’d seen Hongjoong. Friends that surely longed to be more, but it was never the right time.
Now...now was the time. You had decided this once you found yourself standing outside of his apartment one rainy October night. You weren’t sure why you were there, but you didn’t dare question it. He was your best friend, so why did it feel so foreign to be there?
With a sudden rush of adrenaline moving through your nervous veins, you find yourself knocking lightly on his door, rocking back and forth on your heels. When the door slowly swings open, you’re met with his dark hair hanging in his eyes, the round metal frames adorning his face that were entirely too big and hung low atop the bridge of his nose. His eyes went wide at the sight of you in front of him. A finger pushed the glasses up as he blinked at you. His mouth fell open slightly while a shaky hand ran through his chocolate hair. He cleared his throat, unsure what to say in the moment, too afraid that this was all just another fever dream.
“Hi,” you supplied, hoping to fill the awkward silence with something, anything really.
“Hey,” the greeting slipped out automatically, not entirely sure if his brain was playing tricks on him again. Had he fallen asleep into another dream of you? He hadn’t stopped seeing your face everywhere he went since you left. Ever since you left that summer afternoon all those years ago, taking his heart with you. He swears he still sees visions of you walking down the crowded streets of the city, or sitting at your favorite table inside of the cafe you used to frequent together after class. You didn’t know it, but you kept the beating organ safe in your hands while he patiently waited for you to bring it back home to him. He never actually wanted it back, rather he wanted to see that you still held onto it as tenderly as you once had.
With a lump in his throat, he tried to swallow it and pleaded with his brain to form a tangible thought for a decent reply other than the one word he’s offered to you already. To his dismay, nothing came out. Instead, the words played at the back of his throat teasingly.
“I’m sorry this is so unexpected of me, I don’t even know what I was thinking. You’re probably busy and it’s the middle of the night...I’ll just go.”
“No-no, please. Stay.” His voice was laced with something needy as his hand reached out to grip your wrist. If he was dreaming, he didn’t want to wake up just yet. He needed more time with you. It was never enough time. “I mean...come in. Please. You must be freezing, and I just ordered pizza.” A hopeful grin appeared on his face, his eyes pleaded with you to just come inside and provide him with your company for even a moment.
You nodded, matching his small smile as a blush dusted across your cheeks and a familiar warmth began to spread throughout your chest. He never once let go of your wrist, his grip lightly tightening ever so often to ensure that you were truly real.
He shut the door and led you over to the living room where he then threw two black velvet cushions from the couch onto the floor in front of the coffee table.
“Please, have a seat,” he let go reluctantly and made his way to his tiny kitchen where the box of pizza sat untouched next to an unopened bottle of red wine. He plucked two glasses from the shelf just above his eye level and eagerly made his way back to your side, heart now making its way down into his stomach as he stopped in the doorway. He allowed himself a moment to stare at the back of your head, the way your skin reflected the soft candlelight so beautifully. He made his way back into the living room after deciding staring at you would only set his insides on fire the longer he gazed. He set the box down, clumsily opening the bottle and pouring the crimson liquid into both glasses, hoping you wouldn’t see the way his hand ever so lightly trembled in your presence.
“Thank you,” you said shyly. You allowed your eyes to follow his every movement until he sat beside you. You noted how he had ordered your usual, your chest beginning to light up with fireflies with the thought that he remembered your favorite after all this time. He took a slice and bit into it, closing his eyes and humming as he chewed, his head nodding in approval. Your heart fluttered with adoration when you saw the grease begin to stick to the corners of his mouth the more he ate. The two of you sat there in comfortable silence like you hadn’t been separated for years. That was the thing about Joong. It was just so easy.
As the candles melted and the air surrounding you two was filled with laughter as you exchanged stories to bring each other up to speed on your lives, you couldn’t help but spot a familiar glint in his eyes, the sparkle never fading, even after all these years. It was comforting to know that even after being apart for so long, his feelings were a constant.
He sipped the remainder of his wine before hopping up and waltzing over to his beloved record player that he spent an obscene amount of money on for the aesthetics, as he once told you that one winter afternoon at the little thrift shop just a few blocks from your favorite coffee shop. He put a record on and slowly allowed the needle to drop, the fuzzy static at the beginning of the vinyl filling the room. Once the smooth piano came sounding out of the record player, he came back over, offering his hand out in front of you. He sported a lazy smile, a light haze surrounding your figure as his eyes focused on you. He swore you stole his breath away from him in that moment, the shadows dancing against your soft features.
You let your hand slip into his and he pulled you to your feet, pulling you close to his chest as he began to sway you both to the beat of the music. You recalled the times he would dance like this with you. On nights when you both couldn’t sleep, or when you woke from a nightmare and needed someone to hold at two in the morning but your empty apartment would soon be filled with his comforting presence in a heartbeat. That’s the thing about Hongjoong. He was always there, and if he wasn’t, he would be there. No matter what. You sighed into his collarbone as you felt the heavy thump of his heart from underneath his rib cage.
“Can I tell you something?”
“Anything,” you find yourself whispering against the mole on his neck, unaware of the shiver that is suddenly sent down his spine.
“I’ve been waiting for you to come back to me,” he purred into your ear. “For you to be in my arms like this again,” His hands caressed your sides, the delicate brush of his fingertips sending shivers all over your body as he pulled you closer to him. Your head was rested in the crook of his neck now, arms tangled together between both of your chests as he clutched your hands in his. You two swayed slowly to the vinyl playing in the background, the air between you two thick with an unspoken desire. You inhaled deeply, reminding your senses of his cologne that used to stain the fibers of your sheets years ago. “I’ve missed you,” his voice came out as a strained whisper, the emotion dripping from his tongue like honey.
“I’ve missed you too, Joong. I’m sorry it took so long.” He hummed in response, lifting your chin so your eyes could meet as he pressed your foreheads together.
“Never apologize for bettering yourself.” You looked up at him through your lashes, his features soft with the warm glow of the flames surrounding you. “I’m just glad you didn’t forget about me.”
“Oh Hongjoong,” you placed your palm on his cheek, your thumb rubbing softly at the porcelain skin. “I could never forget you.” His eyes visibly softened as your melodic confession poured from your lips. He needed to taste your words on his tongue, he needed to so he knew they were real. Daringly, he dipped down and pressed his plush lips to yours, his tongue smoothing across your bottom lip, tasting the sweet words you kept hidden there. Always on the tip of your tongue, but could never get them out.
But not tonight.
He began walking you backwards until your back softly pressed against the wall. His hands roamed your curves while his mouth explored every inch of your own. You couldn’t help the small breathy moan that escaped into his desperate mouth, making him press up against you harder until you could feel the outline of his arousal against your thigh.
“Please,” is all he let slip in between wet kisses and rushed breaths. All you could do was nod, knowing exactly what he asked for. Your hands cupped his face, your lips smashing into his in hopes that you could merge into him like your heart ached to do. You wanted to reside within him, crawl into his rib cage and form a home around his sacred bones where it felt safe. He was home, and you never wanted to leave the shelter that was him.
“Joong, please, I-” your breath hitched as his lips ghosted against yours, his hands aching to touch every inch of you as they hovered over your skin, the tension becoming too much to bear.
“I know...Me too.” His breath flooded your space, and your stomach flipped with anticipation. You closed your eyes, not sure if you could look at him any longer without losing yourself completely to his delicate touch.
Soon you felt his cool fingers unbuttoning the front of your blouse, his fingers tracing delicately over the soft skin of your chest, enjoying the way you shivered underneath his loving touch. He pushed the delicate fabric away, revealing your bare trembling figure. He relished in the way every curve hugged the shadows around you, the way he could see your nipples begin to harden underneath the lace of your bralette as the fabric of your shirt lightly grazed your breasts before falling daintily over your shoulders. His calloused hands tossed it to the floor and grazed your skin, taking his time to remember how you felt under his fingertips. Your warmth felt like the heat of a thousand suns, burning him to the touch, but gods, he couldn’t get enough of it.
You giggled and took the frames from his face and put them down on the coffee table when you noticed a slight fog begin to form on the lenses.
“You won’t be needing these,” your eyes fell back on his panting chest, watching as his trembling fingers fumbled with the small buttons. He was so eager and you felt your heart swell. You reached your calm hands out and grabbed his, feeling the buzz of anticipation through his fingertips. His wide eyes landed on yours, lost in the moment completely. Your grounding presence refocused his hazy vision, a silent affirmation sent to him from your gentle touch calmed him down immensely. “It’s okay Joong. We don’t need to rush this.”
“I-I’m sorry, I’ve just…”
“Shh,” your slender finger made its way to his lips, a small coo to silence his anxious rambling. “None of that now. Just come here,” you grab him by the belt loops of his jeans and pull him closer to you, eyes hooded and hoping they were saying more than what your words ever could. “Just love me.”
Both of his hands wrapped around the base of your face, fingers tangling themselves in your hair as he reconnected your desperate lips, this time there was no trace of nerves present between the two of you. He needed you to know he heard you loud and clear, and would not stop until you felt as loved as humanly possible. The craving to be inside you, connected to you, as close as he could physically be to you set his skin on fire, an ache he needed to soothe. You were quick to assist with removing his shirt as he had yours, and you reached back to unclasp the thin lace from your figure, letting it drop between the two of you. You brought his hands from your face down to your breasts, encouraging him to play with the sensitive buds that awaited his eager touch. There was no hesitation on his part as he took your hardening bud in between his finger and thumb, massaging it roughly. You could feel the heat begin to fill your abdomen, the waves of pleasure flowing through you instantly. You moaned into his mouth while your shaking awaiting fingers impatiently undid the button and zipper on his jeans to allow your hand access to what you needed.
Hongjoong guided you over to the couch, leaving his jeans behind and sitting down in front of you. You stepped out of the remainder of your clothes to be left in nothing but dainty lace, much to his enjoyment. His hands clutched your hips as you stood in front of him, his lips leaving sloppy wet kisses on your stomach, your hips, your thighs, any skin he would get his hands on. You tilted your head back with your eyes closed as you felt his tongue drag against your sensitive skin, his lips lazily nipping at your most ticklish spots. Your fingers found their way into his hair, scratching his scalp and gripping his silky chocolate strands.
“Joong,” you sighed his name when you felt his finger tease at the elastic of your panties, his tongue snaking across your hip bone after lightly sinking his teeth into the delicate skin and sucking possessively. A wave of arousal spiked through his veins at the sound of his name falling from your swollen lips.
Once getting the lacy garment off of your skin, Hongjoong’s fingers grazed the outline of your core, your cheeks flushing at the realization of how damp you already were for him. He got down on his knees, hooking one if your legs over his shoulder and looked up at you from beneath his thick lashes.
“I’ve waited so long to have the taste of you on my tongue, baby. Will you let me?”
“Please,” You lightly panted as the pit of your stomach tightened with anticipation, his hot breath ghosting over your clit and sending your mind into a haze. With small kitten licks, he tried pacing himself as he got his first taste of you, but once your juices met his tongue, he felt an insatiable hunger take hold of him. “Devour me,” you found yourself saying under your breath. His gut twisted in the most sensational way, his cock twitching at the breathy moan. He did not hold back any longer, his tongue gliding all over and in between your folds, eliciting a surprised moan from you. His warm tongue was suddenly inserted into your awaiting pussy, eliciting more beautiful noises from your chest. Your fingers tightened in his hair as he worked his magic, humming against you when you began subconsciously moving your hips in time with him. When he felt you begin to clench around his tongue he immediately pulled away, your sweet juices shining on his chin as he flashed a devilish smile your way.
“Not yet, pretty baby.” He cooed, standing up and bringing his hand to caress your cheek. You leaned into his touch, not realizing that you were now craving it even more than you initially thought. “I want to look into your eyes when you come undone for me.” He let his hand lazily drop down to yours and pulled you close to him, guiding your hand down to his throbbing member. “Look what you do to me,” he wrapped your hand around his shaft, squeezing your hand that had wrapped around him without any thought. A raspy groan escaped his lungs when you began to slowly pump his member, the veins prominent and pre-cum leaking from the swollen rosy tip. He backed up, the back of his legs hitting the couch and he gripped your hips as he sat down on the couch with his legs spread. He guided you to hover over him, your chest nearly pressed against his as you slowly sank down onto his eager cock.
The pressure of your tight walls engulfing him, the stretch making both of you gasp at the pleasurable fit. You sat like that for a moment, allowing yourselves to take in every sensation and emotion you felt. You felt small tears threaten your eyes as your heart melted inside of your rib cage.
You felt the overwhelming amount of love for him begin to surface. There was just so much.
So so much.
“Hey,” he whispered, his blown out eyes soft and focused on yours. He cupped your cheeks, his thumbs rubbing small circles into the sticky flesh. “I’m right here,” his attempt at bringing you back to him was small but it was successful. His grounding touch helped the haze clear your mind as you were brought back to the moment, not realizing you had gotten lost in the emotion of the sacred act that was currently taking place. You closed your eyes and took in the sound of the dull scratch of the vinyl that had finished long ago in the background. The quiet beat of his heart pounding wildly in time with yours as you opened your eyes, all you saw was him.
Your breath hitched at the slow, deep and intentional pumps he made into you, each one making his tip push deliciously against your wildly sensitive spot. You felt yourself move your hips in a circular motion on top of him, your trembling hands making their way to his shoulders to steady yourself while you moved. You relished in the way your clit rubbed against his pelvis to stimulate the swollen bud between your legs. The pace picked up out of desperation for a shared release, but you both had a longing for the moment to last, so you pushed the warm feeling that bubbled in your abdomen down as much as you could. His hands splayed across your back, gripping your love handles that he adored dearly and dragged his nails down the delicate skin gently, most definitely leaving a raised and agitated trail.
“This,” his breath was lost at the sight of you coming completely unraveled in his embrace, your eyes never leaving his as you became as close as humanly possible. “Oh my gods, it’s all for you,” he moaned and his head lolled forward, your sticky foreheads now touching as he began to thrust lovingly into you. “Only you.” He repeated, like a prayer spilling from the lips of the most devoted disciple as an offering at the altar. You were a goddess, an absolutely divine being in his eyes. Birthed from the womb of Aphrodite herself. He was most certain with the way you glistened in the candle light above him, mouth slightly agape as your hips rolled and your curves moved in the sexiest way. If this was heaven, he did not wish to return to earth. He would pray to any god to live in this moment forever. A slow and sensual pace was what he desired. He wanted to savor every minute, remember every feeling you gave him while his member was deep inside your walls.
“Oh baby, fuck. I’m-I’m gonna-” you whined, feeling the peak of your orgasm rush to your core ready to explode. He took your face in his hands and crashed your lips together sloppily as he thrusted into you harder, riding out his own high through the stars he was seeing behind his eyes. You felt his warm seed spill into you, still bouncing lazily on top of him until your bodies came back down to earth. You collapsed your sweaty body to his, his fingers grazing your back lovingly while he enjoyed the weight of you on top of him. You both were panting, a small exhausted laugh coming from him as you lay there in comfortable silence.
“What?” You tried lifting your head, but ended up with your head in the crook of his neck, your nose nuzzling into the damp skin.
“Nothing. I just…” he paused, running his fingers through your hair, his lips pressing a lingering kiss to the top of your head. “I can’t believe we just did that” Another breathy laugh rumbled under his chest.
“I know,” you admit, your lids heavy as he played with your hair. “I didn’t realize I needed that.”
“I’ve always needed that.” He let the confession drip from his lips honestly, nothing holding him back any longer. “I’ve always needed you. And I don’t think I could ever want anyone else after that.” You felt your lips tug into a proud smile, your heart melting like ice cream in the middle of June. “I love you.” His words hung in the air surrounding you two, a response not required but hoped for. You sat up in his lap, his flaccid member resting in the confines of your walls still. You weren’t quite ready for the empty feeling once he pulled himself out of you, the fullness of him making you feel whole. Your hands rested on his flushed cheeks and you leaned down to press your lips to his forehead, then each of his closed eyelids. The tip of his nose next, and finally on his lips ever so slightly. You stayed there, hovering over his mouth, the words heavy on your tongue and ready for release. After all this time, you found yourself not afraid to let go of everything you kept inside for so long.
“I love you too, Joong.” You whispered against his swollen lips, kissing each corner of his mouth and leaning back to gaze at his stunning disheveled state. With eyes blown out completely, a few tears streamed down his cheeks at the late night confession you offered him. “I’ve loved you for seven summers now. Each one I found myself loving you more and more. The longer I was away from you, the more that love grew.” Your fingers brushed the strands of hair back that were stuck to his forehead, your own eyes watering as you allowed the affection to pour out of you. “Hongjoong, I’ve loved you for seven summers, and I will love you for many more.”
You felt your walls begin to clench around nothing as he pulled out of you, leaving you empty and longing for the intimate feeling he took away from you. He spread himself out across the couch and pulled you down onto his chest as he played with your fingers. Your eyes closed, exhaustion settling in quick as his fingers continued to graze across your back lovingly. As you drifted off, you almost missed his last confession of the night before he too lost consciousness.
“I have never loved anyone the way that I love you, and I don’t think I ever could.”
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let him eat cake // kim hongjoong
pairing: kim hongjoong x reader
genre: light smut
an: this is the first fic i think i've written in years so we're in this together
wc: 3k
warnings: spanking, voyeurism, punishment, pain, dom!hongjoong,
You don't think you've laughed so hard in ages.
It was one thing that you were even able to get Wooyoung's attention.
It was another entirely that he listened to you.
Everyone knew that Woo tended to be the most ill-behaved of them all, so it shouldn't have surprised you that he actually wanted to go along with the idea. You had thought since this was in front of thousands of Atiny, Woo might think twice about embarrassing his captain in such a public setting.
Then again, everyone also knew that Woo was a glutton for punishment.
Initially, you stood shocked when the cake smeared its black frosting across Hongjoong's face, blinking rapidly as if the scene in front of you wasn't really happening. It took all of a few seconds for the sound of the stadium's erupted laughter to register with you and you were then joining in, sides aching from how hard you laughed in utter disbelief. He took it with all the composure of the team's captain as the crowd began to settle down.
That should have been the end of it, but Hongjoong had then looked at you. Really looked at you. You'd seen that look countless times when the members acted up. It was a look that told them to come to his room later, that everyone joked was where Hongjoong would punish them by spanking them.
You honestly brushed it off at first, and would've forgotten about it had his gaze not found you when he returned to stage a few minutes later, face unfortunately still frosted.
Your stomach sank and you felt a tightness in your chest as his eyes lingered on yours. The remainder of the show was spent with your heart racing, from the adrenaline of the concert to the seriousness of his gaze each time it found you throughout the rest of the night.
You felt as if you had run a mile at the end of the show, the floor clearing out little by little until there were only a handful of groups lingering here or there. You had started on your way out of the venue when a masked staff member stopped you and asked you to follow them. That was when your heart really started to hammer away, heat rising to your cheeks. Were you going to be in trouble? Did Wooyoung somehow blame it on you, and now you were going to take the fall?
All sorts of possibilities ran through your mind as you followed them through hallway after hallway until you reached an empty green room. The staff member didn't say much as they gestured for you to sit on the loveseat, where a form and pen sat waiting for you on the coffee table.
There's no fucking way…
You looked bewildered and didn't even have the chance to hide your surprise as you stared open mouthed between the Non-Disclosure Agreement and the staff member who waited patiently with a raised brow. "One of the members would like to meet you, and in order to do that we'll need you to sign this. This is just an agreement that--"
"I-I know what it is, thank you. I'll sign it."
You hadn't meant to come off so short, but you were freaking out internally. There was a slight tremble to your hand as it reached for the pen while your eyes scanned the document. Jokes were made about this exact situation all the time and you hadn't expected to ever find yourself in it. The worst part was that you had no idea what would follow once you signed. Even so, you had.
The staff member collected the document wordlessly and slipped it into a folder behind them before they had gestured for you to follow. You stood on wobbly legs but followed out regardless, your heart pounding as heat flooded your neck and face. The possibilities of what was to come had your stomach doing flips and you silently chewed the inside of your cheek. You hadn't gone far before they stopped and you had to stop yourself from running into their back while they rapped their knuckles on the door.
"Come in," came a familiar voice that sent a chill down your spine.
The staff member pushed the door open and inward, staying in the hallway while they gestured you inside. And what greeted you when you stepped inside made your heart stop in your chest and all of the breath leave your lungs.
Kim Hongjoong.
His dark gaze flicked behind you, the silent command enough as the door shut behind you, the sound making you startle, effectively bringing you back to earth. "It was Wooyoung's i--!" had quickly rushed out of your mouth, the sentence abruptly ended by a deadly smile and finger to the lips by Hongjoong, the idol you had always dreamed of meeting.
Though you could have never pictured something like this.
The look in his eyes made your heart skip several beats, making your head swim. He knew it too, could see it in the way your eyes had widened at him like saucers with worry knitted in your brow, your lips parted in shock. Most of the frosting had been cleaned from his face, but there were still dark smudges visible--evidence of your involvement.
"Don't you remember? Wooyoung said it was your idea. He wouldn't do it if a certain Atiny did not encourage him," he said, head tilted to the side with a predatory glint in his eye. That look made your stomach coil, your legs squeeze together. You knew you were probably beet red right now, and that realization only made it worse. Hongjoong chuckled.
"I-I'm so sorry, I didn't think he'd actually…I didn't even think he'd see me--! Oh my god…" You had begun, panicking once more as you ran a hand through your hair with worry etched deep in your features. Hongjoong only chuckled and stood, holding up his hands and shaking his head. "Relax, ….?" he cooed, brow raised prompting you for your name.
"Oh-- Y/N. My name is Y/N."
"Y/N…very pretty name," he said with a smile, sitting back down before he pat the cushion beside him. "Y/N, I asked before, but are you sure you are Atiny? Because my Atiny knows what happens when someone gets into trouble." You stared at him wide-eyed and quickly nodded your head. "Of course I'm Atiny! And...of course I know…" you had started out strong, determined to prove yourself as an Atiny. But your voice had faltered, quieting as you remembered what happened to those who got into trouble with the captain.
The few seconds it took you to cross the space and sit next to him--a healthy gap between the two of you--felt like an eternity as the edges of your vision darkened what was in front of you into a tunnel. You were conscious of how loud your heart hammered in your chest while the watch on your wrist vibrated to alert you of your increased heartrate.
Hongjoong lifted a brow, that ever-present smirk taunting you and he nodded. "You do know? So you did it anyway, mm? It's almost like you wanted this to happen." It felt impossible for you to blush any harder but your body had become uncomfortably hot and you avoided meeting his gaze. There was no use in denying it, he knew that. He knew what his older Atiny thought of him and the rest of his members.
You did want this.
While you were lost in your thoughts, refusing to believe the reality before you, the very real and breathing captain watched you intently. The feeling of cool fingers on your chin made your hazy thoughts disappear in a blink and you sucked in a gasp. Hongjoong had captured your chin between his thumb and forefinger and forced you to look at him.
The second you did, all of your willpower had crumbled and the quietest whimper sounded in your throat. That made him smile, the sound of his chuckle making you press your thighs together. His head did not move as his eyes watched the subtle movement, brows raising as his smirk grew. You'd seen that look before in so many fancams, but seeing it in real life was devastating.
"Y/N, I can hear how loud your heart is beating for me," he teased you as you sat awestruck, frozen under his gaze. At some point he had maneuvered himself closer to you, thigh brushing against yours and you wondered when he had had the time to do that without your notice. His face leaned into yours, his cheek brushing yours and your hand instinctively moved to cover your mouth as you sucked in a gasp.
The hand that had held your chin moved to cup the back of your neck, thumb positioned on your cheek opposite his face. His breath caressed your ear as he spoke which sent a full body shiver down your spine while his other hand had moved to the dip where your hip met your thigh and squeezed once. "Y/N, I have to punish you, you know this?"
When you didn't answer, the hand at your hip squeezed harder. "That was a question, Y/N."
"Y-Yes..."
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, C..Captain."
He chuckled against your ear. "Good girl. Come here," he commanded as he pulled away, patting his lap.
The hand at your neck moved down your arm to your wrist to guide you closer until you were laid across his lap. You couldn't hear anything over the sound of your blood roaring in your ears while your heart pounded against your ribs. You were both embarrassed and enthralled, panicked and excited as his hands settled on your body. One moved to brush the hair that hung in front of your face behind your ear while the other rested on the small of your back.
"Hmmm," Hongjoong mused, the hand on your back rubbing small circles, each circle widening until his hand rested on your ass. "I wonder how many would be enough? It is my birthday, so maybe I should do one for each year, hm? I think that is only fair. What do you say, Y/N?"
You swallowed the thick lump that had formed in your throat and nodded once.
"Y-Yes, Captain."
"You learn quickly, I like that."
CRACK.
There was no warning when the first smack came and you cried out, the sting sharp even through the fabric of your pants. Hongjoong knew what he was doing as the blow landed not at the crest of where you ass was roundest, but right beneath.
Right where all your weight would be whenever you sat.
"Count."
It was not a question and you swallowed a breath before you spoke, voice trembling.
"O..One..."
His hand rubbed the sting into your flesh, letting it fade before raising it and letting the second blow come without a moment's hesitation.
CRACK.
One of your hands covered your mouth to stifle your cry of pain, shaking as it moved away for you to count. "T-Two..."
Even if it was a punishment, the soothing strokes of his palm after each slap was comforting. Hongjoong knew how to be careful, and it was clear all the rumors were true. "If it's too much, tell me to stop," he said as he massaged your already burning flesh. But he was surprised when you shook your head, glancing at him from over your shoulder. "I-I can handle it," you replied confidently despite how your voice wavered.
The smile that spread across Hongjoong's face was dark, and you could see why he was part of the demon line.
"Good girl."
CRACK.
"Three--!"
CRACK.
"F-Four.."
It didn't escape Hongjoong's notice how your thighs squeezed together with each blow, judging by how his hand would brush the apex of your thighs while he soothed your flesh. At some point your cries of pain had become moaning whimpers that you muffled behind your hand and you looked forward to the next and the next, your heart pounding now for other reasons.
Hongjoong was enjoying it too, you could tell. If what had slowly begun to press into your abdomen while lying across his lap was any indication, he was thrilled by your responses.
CRACK.
"T-hirteen..."
Your ass was burning, and you knew that sitting would be pain for the next few days. But God was it worth it. Hongjoong was impressed with how well you took the punishment, never asking him to stop for even a moment. The hand that wasn't spanking you would take turns caressing your back or running fingers through your hair, even moving to your mouth for you to bite down on should you grow too loud.
CRACK.
You wailed against his hand, a tremble in your thighs beginning to grow. Your ass was aching, heat radiating from the throbbing pain and Hongjoong waited patiently for you to gather yourself.
"N.." You let out a trembling breath. "Nineteen."
You tensed for the next blow only for it not to come. When you glanced over your shoulder, Hongjoong was staring intently at the door, brows narrowed. His eyes dropped to the crack beneath the door where a shadow moved. His hand rested possessively against your throbbing flesh and he spoke.
"I know you are there, Wooyoung."
Your head whipped toward the door as heat flooded your face. The silence felt like an eternity, and a few moments later the door slowly opened to a sheepish Wooyoung, eyes wide as his gaze fell on you across the captain's lap. Hongjoong commanded him wordlessly with a look and the door was then closed, Wooyoung crossing the room to sit in a chair opposite the couch you two were on.
"How long have you been eavesdropping, Wooyoung?"
He couldn't take his eyes off of the two of you, staring directly at you as he answered the captain's question.
"Four.." came his simple answer before his gaze peeled from yours and moved up to Hongjoong's.
"Four? And you were going to let Y/N take your punishment and listen from the outside? Naughty boy." Hongjoong scolded him, rubbing soothing circles into your ass. You were surprisingly grateful for the respite, but there were only five more to go. Wooyoung said nothing as his gaze dropped to the floor, eyes glancing at yours every now and then.
"Apologize to her, Wooyoung. Make it convincing."
Wooyoung looked at you for a moment before mumbling an apology. Hongjoong tensed beneath you and you felt your blush heat your face.
"That wasn't very convincing. Do it properly."
Wooyoung's head snapped up to look at Hongjoong with a pleading gaze that was silenced by his hard stare. Woo stood from his chair and bowed at the waist, apologizing to you formally. He was still bowed when Hongjoong's hand suddenly cracked across your ass and you yelped, startling Wooyoung who abruptly straightened with wide eyes, his mouth agape.
You began to speak, counting the spank when Hongjoong shushed you, his gaze never leaving Wooyoung's.
"Count for her, you know where we left off since you've been outside the entire time."
"Twenty.." came Wooyoung's quiet voice.
CRACK.
"Louder."
CRACK.
"Twenty-one--!"
With each remaining blow, Wooyoung couldn't keep his eyes off of you, gaze snapping to your ass each time Hongjoong's hand met the suppled flesh. He squirmed where he stood, his own face flooded with heat. Watching the captain punish you coupled with the sounds you made had his hands folded in front of his lap, quickly getting a rise out of him.
Feeling Hongjoong's arousal pressing tightly into your abdomen while watching Wooyoung's excitement grow was wreaking havoc on your mind and body. The dampness between your legs had grown so obviously that Hongjoong chuckled when his hand dipped between your thighs after each slap.
"You like having Wooyoung watch don't you, Y/N?"
When you didn't answer, he laughed again and glanced up at Wooyoung as he continued speaking to you. "Don't worry, I think he likes watching you, too."
His free hand dipped to your cheek, caressing it softly with the pad of his thumb as he leaned in closer to your face. "You've been good, Y/N. Last one, okay?" You nodded, a whimper sounding in your throat as your hands tightly gripped his thigh beneath you.
He rubbed gentle circles against your ass before lifting his hand, letting it crack harder than it had before which caused you to cry out in pain, body jerking underneath him which elicited a small groan from the man.
"Mmn..twenty-four," Hongjoong said, gently soothing the sting with his own aching hand, fingers dancing between your thighs each time his hand circled low.
Wooyoung was momentarily ignored as Hongjoong began to praise you. "What a good girl you were for me, Y/N. But you won't be getting in trouble again, will you? You've learned your lesson?"
You were breathless, panting in his lap as you nodded weakly in response. "Y-Yes, Captain. I won't do it again.." you mumbled, letting your full weight rest in his lap. His hand had stopped rubbing circles across your ass and had now begun to settle between your thighs which made your breath catch in your throat.
It was then that Hongjoong acknowledged Wooyoung again. "Since our brave Y/N took the punishment for the both of you, it's only fair you help me reward her for being so good, don't you think Wooyoung? After all, you didn't think I'd let you watch and listen without doing anything, did you? You need to make it up to her."
Wooyoung blinked between the two of you before he settled on Hongjoong, nodding quickly. "O-Of course. I owe her that much," he replied as he crossed the space between you. Hongjoong jerked his chin towards Wooyoung with a grin. "On your knees, then."
Woo did as he was told and Hongjoong helped you sit up off of his lap gently, guiding you to lie back against the couch before he grabbed your hips and slid your ass towards the edge of the couch.
Hongjoong grinned, guiding Wooyoung between your parted thighs before straightening up behind him, arms crossed over his chest.
"Mm, happy birthday to me."
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sunlight .⠀━━⠀kim hongjoong
⠀⠀(ᴗ͈ . ᴗ͈)⠀⠀synopsis waking up with kim hongjoong.
pairing atz k.hj x gn!reader⠀genre fluff⠀warnings none⠀word count 0.175k⠀note first work !!⠀© stareesm
⠀⠀09 : 27 AM⠀⠀a comforting warmth fell upon your face as daylight streamed into the room. the flowing taffeta curtains were imprinted with yellow rectangles of sunlight, staining the tiled floor with a golden hue.
you began to stir, peeking from the fluff of your pillow. the mattress sank with a familiar weight on your shared bed, an unmistakable serenity washing over you. rolling over, you let out a smile at the endearing sight - hongjoong with his tousled black hair, legs tucked beneath the duvet and lips ever-so-slightly parted. his hands were cupped close to his chest, as if cocooning his delicate heart.
unconsciously sensing your lovestruck gaze, his hands pulled away from their protective stance. you let out an amused chuckle as hongjoong's arms needily stretched out toward you, inviting you to bask in his body heat. oh, how you were so fain to his touch. without a second thought, you huddled up against him, hongjoong's figure immediately caging you in his warmth.
the room was filled with a pleasant, cosy silence you relished every morning, even up to this moment. it felt as if it were only two of you in the world - in each other's arms - dozing back off into the new day.
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hidden treasure
“ what’s going to happen when i break this glass? ”
“ i’m not sure, i’ve never been out of water before. ”
pirate!hongjoong x mermaid!reader , coming soon …
#ateez#atz#ateez fanfic#ateez x reader#hongjoong x reader#hongjoong imagine#hj#khj#atinywriter#/mine
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The Chemistry of Christmas
❄️ pairing: hongjoong x fem!reader (+implied woosan)
❄️ genre: fluff, christmas, opposites attract, mutual pining
❄️ summary: How could two people with such different views hope for the same thing? You, a logical and ambitious professional hiding a torrent of emotion within just to pave your future. Kim Hongjoong, your kindhearted and gentle friend and co-worker, who wants nothing more than to live in the moment. In this battle against time counting down to Christmas, will you be able to find your forever and make your wish come true?
❄️ wordcount: 10.6k
❄️ warnings/tags: language, explicit mention of alcohol, some get drunk, suggestive (very much so at times so minors please be mindful), ateez is a research group, christmas getaway, reader is ambitious and got that powerful energy, shy hongjoong, opposites attract, tension, back and forth, woo tormenting hwa like no tomorrow, hj and reader are nanoscientists, a bit of a work au, lmk if anything else
❄️ a/n: hello everyone! I'd like to wish you all a very merry Christmas and thank you from the bottom of my heart for the love and support you give. I am wishing for this celebration to bring you joy and adoration! I hope you enjoy this piece, and stay tuned for more to come! Reblogs, likes and follows always welcome <3
Magic in the air.
As though by a mysterious force, the city transformed in unison to a festive wonderland, much to the delight of its dwellers and visitors alike.
From the gorgeous trees to the intricate storefront decorations, to the aroma of sugar and spice travelling in the air from the cosy markets, the season was truly the one that kept on giving.
If that was not enough this year took things up a notch, with impressive snowfall for the majority of December. The quaint suburban neighbourhoods had come to look like miniatures from beloved fairy tale stories, while the high streets and city centre had taken on an astonishing glow. The temperatures kept on dropping, while the hearts of those around kept on getting warmer.
For you, Christmastime was most probably the best time of the year. You adored wishing merriness to the assistants at your favourite shops. Walking past the myriad of houses with wreaths, spotting Christmas trees glowing within and seeing people simply living in the miracle put a pep in your step. The exclusive beverages that were released just this time of year instantly were on your list to try, and never failed to cheer you up, ready for the day ahead.
And that was the secret behind how you came into work, beaming, in the depths of the ‘gloomy winter’, cheeks and nose flushed from the biting cold. The institute, where you were proud to be a fulltime researcher in the nanoscience department, could not escape from the cheer either and as you traversed the many corridors of your second home, the offices and laboratories bore hints of the season, be it in a stray bauble or bell on a door handle, or a bow pinned to a wall.
As you turned the corner, you did your research group’s usual routine of saluting the skeleton you permanently borrowed from the medicine department, now dressed up as Santa Claus. You were careful to not spill the tray of hot drinks you had picked up on the way as you completed the gesture. Noticing a couple more holiday cards set down on the floor under it, you hummed in approval. This was what academia was all about, folks. Slow and steady, you swiped your card on the scanner right above your office’s handle and followed with a practiced push down and shouldering of the door. This space was shared between you, and eight other fantastic researchers – all of you recent graduates, brought together by
The office was fairly large albeit bland, with space for nine desks – all in threes, with one to the far left against the wall, and two rows facing each other in the centre of the room. Each sported an ancient monitor and computer that were left unchanged because they still worked and were the only system that could be trusted with running the expensive and time-consuming simulations. A dramatic irony for any budding scientists-to-be who were all about innovation and equated research to being on a spaceship straight out of a science fiction movie. To the right was the ‘recreation station’ – a line of furniture collected from yard sales and second-hand shops, namely a duo of flimsy terrace chairs under the far window, a couch that had to undergo extensive treatment to get the stench of cigarettes out of it, and one of the better investments: a movable cupboard that housed kitchen paraphernalia and a microwave.
This was where you set down the tray, out of fear that if you were to tempt fate any longer, you were going to bring less than welcome floor decorations to the shared space. Besides, you did not want to be scolded by the resident cleanroom aesthetics activist, who was already giving you concerned glances from across the room. It was still surprisingly empty, given the time. You glanced at the clock on the wall, barely making out a 8:30AM on the dot behind the snowman face that someone taped on. You sure knew how to time your commutes down to a t. Right, time to get started.
“Good morning how is everyone doing?” you called out to the four men who had already arrived and were sleepily checking through their emails.
The chorus of greetings and friendly waves as they got out of what was a near trance was enough to remind you why you were grateful to be working here. Even on days when all of you were busy, or when life was continuously throwing stress tests, all you had to do was call out, and they would be there.
The youngest of the crew, Jongho, was quick to get up and saunter over to you. He looked expectantly at the drinks, while you took off your hat and ruffled your hair.
“Good morn’, Y/N, I see you are starting off early with the celebrations huh?”
“Never too early to pre-game, man, never too early. Here is your americano, by the way.” You turned to pick out the coffee, still piping, and passed it over to your colleague.
“Life saver, thanks.”
You watched in awe as he took a sip with a completely straight face, your own mouth feeling the ghosts of a burn. Fighting the shudder that was about to run down your body, you decided to unpack the carrier tray fully, and leave the rest of the drinks at their respective target desks. While doing so, two of your other close colleagues, Seonghwa and Yunho, approached you, pretending as though they were not about to snatch their beverages and run into hiding. You raised an eyebrow as Yunho did a little crab-like sidestep around you, having spotted his requested latte and wanting to reach for it.
“Go ahead, be my guest.”
“Thanks, and guess what, the Christmas crackers that had been delayed have arrived this morning!” he fist pumped the air as you thanked him for agreeing to sacrifice his apartment for any extra deliveries.
Once more, you turned to Seonghwa, who gave you an appreciative grin once you informed him that he was to receive a hot chocolate. Afterwards, you were quick to position the drinks on the respective four desks closest to you, saving your order and that of the man who was now standing before you, for last.
“Good morning, Y/N, thank you so much for this. Exactly what I needed.” He expressed, his musical voice washing over you.
“Good morning, Hongjoong.” You could not help but drop your voice into a half-whisper, unable to retain the previously more friendly and confident composure upon seeing his glinting eyes. Gazing at you as though, in that moment, you were the only one to exist in this space.
He pointed at the coat that you were yet to take off, inquiring “need help with that?”. You happily obliged.
He had to be the closest thing there was to an embodiment of benevolence. Ever since you had met him in your second year of university, him being your senior and assistant in one of your classes, you noticed just how natural it was for him to connect with others, make them feel seen, understood, and appreciated. He was the type of man to sacrifice time even for the smallest of troubles, and you had seen him staying late again, and again, to help your peers with their work, their projects, and on the odd occasion, life troubles.
You had been amazed his having never treated the evident exploitation in an outwardly aggressive manner, instead independently choosing to sit and answer question after question, treating them all equally and repeating himself without a single inkling of doubt that he was merely doing his job. Initially you decided that this was not for you to inquire into, Hongjoong being fully capable of figuring things out for himself as a hardworking and high-achieving student. But that decision had not lasted even an hour, as in the class you had discovered obvious signs of fatigue. When you had heard your peer question him about his personal life and he fell into an awkward silence, you took it as a green light to steal him away, practically dragging him out of the door and wildly tapping in numbers on the coffee machine. Coincidentally, it was also winter then.
Since that exact moment, you and Hongjoong had become partners in crime. You would never admit it out loud, but he had been at the forefront of your mind when choosing what you were going to do with your life after university, even though you had told yourself time and time again that there was no chance, and that you should reduce your feelings to the nanoparticles that you studied.
As much as Hongjoong was there for you, his altruism and innate ability to bring people together, to lead, had unintentionally put some distance between you. Not that he could notice. He was oblivious to how you yearned for even a minute more of his time. He was likely unaware of how he was making you feel as he helped you take off your coat, hanging it on the rack with indescribable gentleness. How you melted like a snowman in the sunlight at his small gestures, how he took great care to let you walk to your workspace first and followed you with the early morning brews. If you had to describe what he was to you, to put it simply, he was your Christmas.
In a way, he was the opposite of you. You were that loud, heart on your sleeve type, bouncing off the walls if the energy in the room was right and sinking into the darkest brooding if you were to sense it. For the most part, you had figured out how to convert this energy into high octane work fuel, and no matter if you were going up or down on the roller coaster that was life, you found a way to use it. Be it by burning the midnight oil and letting cortisol guide you writing your thesis (which you had scolded Hongjoong for before, but he had graduated by the time the honour was bestowed upon you, so he did not have to know), or by repeating that everything was going to turn out okay like a mantra. You laboured away at bending the natural twists and turns of the ride, which was so unlike Hongjoong, that you could not help but be drawn to him and his inimitable openness.
You were one to feel hard and deeply, no matter how hard you tried to supress it. And this was both a curse and a blessing. To your advantage, you could enjoy the small moments, like you and four of the eight wonderful people who you had the honour of calling your friends after some time working together, sitting in the quietude of a cosy office that acted as your base of operations. Much to your disadvantage, you were very acute to Hongjoong’s presence immediately to your right, as he pushed his seated form closer to you. The rolling chairs hit one another with a soft thud as he leaned further forward to position his elbow securely on the desk and rest his head on the palm of his hand.
“Are you looking forward to the party tonight?” for a split second his voice sounded almost desperate, as though he was searching for something, or seeking confirmation. Any worry that you might have caught on his features quickly dispelled, however, as you mirrored his position and responded, studying him.
“Of course, I am. Getting to celebrate my favourite season with my favourite people, what more could I ask for?” you were not going to mention that you were looking forward to seeing Hongjoong sporting an ugly Christmas sweater, as commanded by the mutually agreed dress code, though you had no doubt that he would be able to pull anything off. On Halloween he managed to make a Despicable Me minion-inspired costume look a bit too good.
“Probably for your secret Santa to have actually taken their job seriously this year around, unlike-”
“Hey, Mingi was… considerate.” You interjected but failed to make a strong point as you recalled the hilarious combination of a nachos packet and a box of tissues, wrapped in paper that insinuated it was suddenly your birthday.
Whilst Hongjoong had been mortified, and Mingi was stock still, ears burning, the rest of the group had a blast breaking down into a laughing fit that had returned many times over the evening. This selection had obviously been made just after an event three days before the exchange, when you had knocked into Hongjoong full force, making him spill distilled water over much of your top.
“If you say so, but I bet this year is going to be much more exciting,” he winked. Luckily, he did not spot you stiffen at the action, as he was momentarily distracted by a notification, alerting him of a meeting he had to attend soon.
“Do you know who my secret Santa is, by any chance?” you tried, fluttering your eyelashes in a playful manner. He hummed, and lightly shook his head in disapproval, though his lips were curling into an adorable smile.
“Ah, I cannot neither confirm nor deny that, besides why would I ruin the anticipation? Patience is a virtue, etcetera, etcetera.”
“Says the guy who literally tried to speed run the preparation of a colloidal solution.” Seonghwa chided, looking over from his seat at the two of you, causing Hongjoong to make a sharp turn in his chair and argue that ‘it was an experiment and that he wanted to see what would happen just once’.
This was the never-ending debate of your office, so intrinsic to its function that you all ended up agreeing to set aside parts of the official group budget and of any new funding for something you had deemed ‘chaos expenses’ or, as once kindly called by Yeosang when someone had tampered with the electron microscope, ‘dipshit insurance’. You laughed at the exchange between the oldest members of your group, an unbeknownst to you, sent a shimmering light into your brunette deskmate’s chest.
He would do anything to hear your melodic laugh, or to watch your features soften as you let go of any stress that had plagued you. Thus, he had taken great pains to work behind the scenes for you, be it intercepting some unnecessary paperwork or figuring out laboratory access times for the entire team so that you could have your favourite slots. Sure, these were acts that benefitted everyone, but only your ‘thank you Joongie’ remained with him. The first thing he had taken note about you was just how valuable time was for you. How you spent it, where you spent it, with whom. So, he did the best he could to try to give you time that, as of late, had become his worst enemy.
In a way, you were the opposite of him. Whilst Hongjoong was one to strive for attempting every single thing in the book that was to do with whatever his passion was at a given point in time, you were one to be highly selective and strategic in your decision-making. As soon as he had spotted you in that one class for which he tutored, you gave off the impression of someone who already had everything figured out, or at least carried themselves very well, head held high and prepared to fight for what you wanted.
On the days when he doubted himself, Hongjoong would refer to himself as a jack of all trades, but master of none. The jack who never quite got why you had asked for his help in tutoring you anyways, but oh how grateful he was. You had appeared beside him, a saving grace, when he was about to collapse after over twenty-four hours of no sleep, vision blurry, struggling to process a single phrase. He could put up a powerful front, sure, and when he had presented his research at conferences, or was a representative of the university, and then the institute at various exhibitions and open days he was commended for his eloquence and ability to draw a crowd in. But that was what it was – a front. As soon as he was back to his and Seonghwa’s shared apartment, he wanted nothing more than to curl up and enjoy a steaming cup of coffee and let his mind wander. Reassess his work, seek unique paths to innovation, imagine what discoveries lied out there, waiting for him. To him, ironically, science was an art.
In his eyes, you were what should be under the word ‘scientist’ or ‘researcher’ in the dictionary. Every bit a logistician, you were the goal setter, the ambitious future leader. Leaving the experimental work to your collaborators, you were one to seek rationality and clear-cut formulas, to describe phenomena once and for all. You were driven to find truth in mystery, and positioned yourself as someone who was patient, strong-willed and would not veer off a path you had your mind set on. He had observed that you were equally as selective with who you were to allow to be part of your closer social circle, and very clearly knew your likes and dislikes.
This was why Hongjoong was confident that his blooming feelings were one sided. It was a dreamer versus grounded realist situation, but the dreamer could not help but fall. And fall deep. If he had to describe you in the spirit of the season, you would be a winter night. Freshly fallen snow, illuminated by fairy lights strung on pines next to whimsical brick houses, from which peered the domesticated fashionistas, adorned by baubles and garlands. You were the silent night, calm and bright.
When he had drawn your name out of the Santa hat that San was approaching everyone with a mere three weeks ago, dread filled him to the brim. It was the first time, since he had come to terms with his not so platonic feelings towards you, that he was being given the chance to give you something. And he was not going to let this slide as a silly tradition that was meant to be there for laughs and eventually, for the gift. No, he wanted something bigger, something that would be valuable to you, or at least make you reminisce.
After a bombardment of your respective inboxes by yet another email chain from one of the seniors, both of you settled down to get to work, pausing only to greet the late comers who had collectively groaned in discontent, comically lamenting the now lukewarm drinks. As you typed you took glances at Hongjoong out of the corner of your eye as he reviewed some notes he stored in a tattered manila folder, delicate ring-adorned hands flicking through the pages. It was easy to fall for the undivided attention he was capable of giving. It was especially easy for you, being someone who could not stop rushing, with a permanent tunnel vision. This was why you loved Christmas, and at this time of year, wanted to believe in miracles.
Hongjoong could sense your intermittent observation with his half-turned body and prayed you would not notice the light nervous tremor he was battling to hide. Albeit it was barely there, like snowflakes ending their dance on warm gloved hands, it was enough to envelop him and make him lose sense, anchoring only to your strong and sanguine being. As he began to gather his belongings and gave you and his friends a light wave to signify his departure to meet with his supervisor, his mind travelled to tonight.
During the year when the entire group had begun working together, and moved into the office, the door of which he had just propped open, by a shared initiative and the lack of desire to drift home to their families earlier than necessary, they had organised a new tradition for themselves. A break from the regular holiday routine in the form of a friendly get-together, with specially curated Christmas playlists, movies, mulled wine (perhaps a little bit too much mulled wine), and every other practice or interpretation that they could think of. So far, there had only been two such events, but not a single one of the large friend group could imagine celebrating in any other fashion.
This year, the festivities were bound to be different for Hongjoong. This year he was finally not foolish enough to deny that all of his wishes were dedicated to you, and that he wanted to be more than background music, more than someone on the side lines to you. Though you sat side by side, saw each other more often than the comfort of your own homes, this type of closeness was not enough for him. Hongjoong could imagine a barrier between you and him, a construction of whosever doing. He was sure you did not need him.
Much as you were sure he had never attributed anything aside from common courtesy and platonic affection to you.
Both you and Hongjoong, unbeknownst to one another, were wishing for the same thing this Christmas.
There was a major change of setting for the party from last year, when the nine of you had been crammed into the apartment that San and Wooyoung shared. By a stroke of pure luck, an uncle of Seonghwa’s had decided to travel abroad for the entire duration of the holidays, and upon hearing that his nephew was to be celebrating with what was presented to him as ‘highly professional company’, offered to give free reign of a cottage outside of the capital to the group. Under Seonghwa’s strict supervision, of course, but that went without mention.
After the clock had striked the mandatory early end to your workday, the group had scrambled to make it in time for the train, arriving at the station with only minutes to spare, and wading through swarms of travellers about to make similar journeys. The near miss had sent you reeling, but you bit back the string of curses and melted into bliss once you had taken in the shared optimistic mood of the crowd. Somehow, even the slow walkers with monstrous suitcases that were ready to burst did not phase you as you sank into your seat by the window.
You glossed over the platform and antique buildings that lined the tracks as the train departed. Previously polluted and unsightly, with soot caking the ventilators and any stone within immediate line of fire from the screeching train brakes, it was now laying under a blanket of glistening white, dormant until the winter chose to retire.
Hongjoong was equally mesmerised, peering over your form while unzipping his hefty bag to take out a camera. It was a vintage number, one he had stumbled across during a trip to an artisan market, and after tinkering with it for what had turned out to be a total of two months, selected it for this trip.
He was adamant, even being questioned repeatedly why he had an affinity for a camera that required film whilst he was working on nano electronics, that this camera was the best way to tell the story of the next couple of days the group was staying at the cottage. And he knew that you would be the first to understand.
As you pressed yourself into your seat to let Hongjoong snap a picture, took his concentration on the scenery behind the viewfinder as amble time to regard and commit the artist behind the camera to memory. How a stubborn lock of rich onyx locks hovered right over his soft brow, having made its escape out of the woolen hat he wore. How his glasses with a delicate golden frame suited his sculpted face perfectly, even tilted down to give way to the apparatus in his steady hands. He was one for keeping memories, snapshots to highlight the priceless instances that others plead for in times of need.
"Stay like that for a second." His dulcet tone took you out of your daze, and you shook your head in embarrassment, realising that he probably caught you ogling him.
"What?"
"Just do it for me, please?" He repeated himself, camera at the ready.
"Oh, come on, don't waste film."
"Who says waste? You'd be the best part." He whispered, unable to return your scrutiny and studying the leather detailing on the body of the camera.
"Cringe, but I'll let it slide." You finally uttered, laughing airily, and striking a pose.
Right when you were in motion, not a thought in mind except about the anticipation of the celebration ahead, Hongjoong snapped a segment of that joy, more satisfied than he let on.
Playful, you shifted in your seat and moved to place your hands over his. You were likely pushing it, but with the seasonal buzz fuelling you, your usual stoicism and preference to influence others with words only, could be stored. Despite the fact that you were of the opinion that you were not right for Hongjoong, and that you did not possess the delicate, nurturing aura he deserved, you were enticed by competition and challenge. Seeing him be friendly to others, going from meeting to meeting to appease even those who had much to learn from him, made you want to fight for his attention. You wanted him to be captivated by you, and you alone.
You took pleasure in his widening eyes and lips parting, as though in longing. It almost made you believe that he too, wanted something more than just the normal chatter about the superficial that you shared, and his avoidance of being in the same room for extended periods of time when it was just the two of you. As his orbs dashed from left to right, up and down, you scanned every part of his oh so irresistible face, and only shared with him a smirk to describe your intentions. In a blink you pried the prized possession out of his slackened grasp and in one swipe got the attached strap over his head. Simultaneously, all hints of the near sadistic taunting evaporated, and you were back to being an upbeat, jolly passenger on her way to indulge in festivities.
"Now you. Pose, Joongie!"
Your transition from an overwhelmingly intense stare down to now giggling and instructing him, singsong and almost childish, drove Hongjoong wild. It was as though under your outwardly collected and amiable demeanour there was a turbulent river, dangerously alluring and intoxicating. Much to his dismay, the moments you let this side of yourself shine through were few and far between, as rare as a blue moon.
It had not been the first time he had encountered this version of you, however. The first, one he did not need photographs of to burn into his retinas, was when he had completely forgotten about his promise to attend the institute-wide New Year's party last year, instead remaining in one of the laboratories, immersed in modelling the design of a nano robot that had been giving him much trouble.
When it was already approaching an hour before the monumental strike of midnight, you had appeared off to his side like a shadow, a lab coat loosely draped over your shoulders and, underneath it, revealing a breathtaking cerulean blue dress that highlighted all of your best features. He gulped. You were beautiful. So beautiful that it left him terrified.
Placing your manicured hands on his stiffened shoulders, you had purred in his ear, demanding he were to join you that instant at the party, adding that it was lonely without him, especially in a sea of tipsy researchers. He had not dared to even try saying anything in response, having become impossibly malleable putty under the challenging, unreadable once-over you gave him that he swore burned his skin.
And when during the party itself you had rapidly disappeared from his company, busying yourself with entertaining far too many of his colleagues for his liking, he came to the revelation that the one who he had considered to be his younger colleague, an ambitious professional who he had enjoyed working with and had a bond with all the way from his evolution through university, had control over his very being.
After that night, all he could envision when you approached him in the laboratories was that New Year’s. Hongjoong was afraid of just how much he yearned for your touch and for your command, directed at him, unintentionally sultry. So, he had made it a point to try use his friends as buffers between him and you, even though it was going against all that he wanted and needed and led to the others figuring out pretty quickly that he was not indifferent.
The first had been Seonghwa, who, admittedly, did well in maintaining his composure when Hongjoong grew undeniably shy around you, but then made the great mistake of mentioning the tension in the lab offhandedly to the resident chaos bringers. And once San and Wooyoung knew, everybody knew. Except you, because what would be the fun in that, right? A couple of times he had been threatened with being locked in a closet with you until he confessed, mainly by Jongho who sat on the other side of him in the office and was fed up with the dynamic that his recently single self did not want to deal with. Every time Hongjoong fought back with promises to confess later, and later, until now, nearing exactly a year since, he felt almost out of time. There was an urgency in his actions in the weeks approaching tonight, and your teasing wasn’t helping at all.
He swallowed his desire to close the space between you, and mimicked how you had posed for him, causing another chuckle. Soon enough, he too, was immortalised in that roll of film, your two photographs as mirror images of one another.
The rest of the journey outside the capital had passed as smoothly as it could, since you did not have to suffer the fate of being sat in front of or behind any of your rowdier friends, namely the discord duo and two of the tallest members of your group, who only needed a small catalyst to turn into hilarious menaces. They had occupied a four-seater with a table on the other side of the carriage and, after Yunho revealed a set of Cards Against Humanity that he had hidden in his mini suitcase, were now cackling uncontrollably at round after round. Eventually, Yeosang, who had previously been fully immersed in daydreaming with his noise-cancelling headphones on, decided to join them, and left the group dumbfounded at his beating San’s five-point lead.
Jongho was right behind you, typing without a minute’s pause on his laptop, and Seonghwa, who had occupied aisle seat behind Hongjoong, was in his own world, disconnected from the turmoil two metres away from him, probably zoning out to ASMR. The entire ride was dedicated to you and your seatmate, and after running out of things that you and him in your positively excited, but nervous states had deemed appropriate to discuss, agreed to share earphones and listen to some festive jams to set the mood. Soon enough, you were both quiet, with Mariah Carey’s hit taking on a slightly different meaning than last season.
“Wooyoung, please be careful and don’t fall down from the table. As much as I do enjoy cleaning I don’t want to clean a crime scene-” Seonghwa’s voice rang out across the house as preparations for the party were in full swing.
“I DO WHAT I WANT, MOM! And I am doing important work here, look at this beauty!” the younger retorted after putting finishing touches on the festive arrangement he decided to do on the living room chandelier, and hopping down from the piece of furniture, spiderman style.
You had to admit, it did not look terrible, though perhaps just a tad garish. At least he tried. You shrugged to yourself and turned back to place the final bauble on the Christmas tree that Jongho had been tasked to find and lug to the cottage as soon as you all had arrived.
The cottage was located on the outskirts of a small town, though even saying outskirts made the settlement appear much larger than it was in reality. It consisted of houses dotted around the wintery landscape and some clusters built up closer to the station and the high street - a single line dedicated to all forms of shopping and recreation now converted into a quaint Christmas market. The residents had not disappointed when it can to decoration either, with their porches and roofs made to look as though the walls were supposed to be made of gingerbread. When the group was making the trek to Seonghwa’s uncle’s vacant abode, you had also spotted a church a little further out, its gothic spires appearing to pierce the rapidly darkening sky and stained glass glowing from what had to be a myriad of candles within. This location looked to be a perfect holiday hallmark movie set.
As soon as you all dropped off your belongings in various rooms, with you being given the honour of having your own one, everyone got to work. The plan of operations, consisting of phases and checkpoints, was under administration of the two eldest, and yourself in the role of what Mingi had called ‘vibe control’, seeing as you were deemed the most festive of the lot considering how overjoyed you were to discover the utter beauty of the place where you were to stay the next few days. Phase one, which was performing a last minute venture to buy up drinks and food and, the crucial element - the tree, had been successful, and transitioned into Seonghwa and a snacking Yeosang cooking up a storm, Jongho and Yunho totally not trying to trip each other up into the deep snow while hanging decorations on the cottage’s façade, and the rest of you running around from room to room, leaving traces of glitter in random nooks and crannies as you tried to not totally ruin the otherwise tasteful interior design with festive visual noise.
For the most part, it ended up looking well put together, and you were proud of the Christmas tree that had been mostly your focus. Aside from the moment when Hongjoong approached you, beaming, a cardboard box in his hands.
“Is this a bomb?”
“Yes, totally, as if Christmas hasn’t already exploded in this house.” He countered, stretching his arms further out to hand the box to you.
“Good point. Then what-” you stopped mid-sentence as you revealed a set of what looked to be homemade tree décor. Test tubes and miniature conical flasks corked up and containing liquids and suspensions of various vivid hues. The creator of the set had to have been skilled, as the corks had very neatly attached metal eyelets, to which the much-needed strings were tied. You hooked one out of the box with your finger and admired how the shade of the contents changed with the flashing lights you had wrapped around the tree.
“Where did you find this?”
“I made it.”
“WHAT?” you shrieked, instantly covering your mouth as you did not want anyone to join in on your conversation just yet. Thankfully, at the same time the front door was flung open and the duo who had been outside ambled in, arguing about something to do with phosphorescence versus fluorescence.
Hongjoong, cheerful, was more than pleased with your reaction. During one of the events hosted in early December by the department head, you had been impressed by an arrangement of clamps that were positioned in a tree-like formation, each one holding a colourful test tube. He had wanted to replicate that moment, that sensation, for you, and so spent a week sprawled on the floor of his bedroom, gluing things together and practically recreating Heisenberg’s lab in his kitchen to make the substances. He had striked exclusively under the cover of night, which had scared Seonghwa out of his wits when he was awoken by the rumble of the kitchen extractor fan and strolled in to discover Hongjoong fully decked out in a face mask, goggles, silicon gloves, and pyjamas with teddy bears on them.
“You are going to take a photo of this beauty after we are done right?” You were ready to give him countless pecks on his cheeks with how adorable he looked blushing.
“Sure.”
“Let’s make this a chemis-tree then. Help?” You passed the test tube you were holding to him and set the box down carefully on the ground between you. In comfortable silence, you two moved around the tree, occasionally handing items across, in a tranquil symbiosis.
Hongjoong savoured the moments you accidentally brushed your hands with his, and inadvertently took in the light scent of your perfume as you snaked around him to re-hang a bauble in the shape of an angel. He wouldn’t be able to guess what brand it was even if he tried, but what he was sure of was just how well it suited you. With white floral top notes giving way to something much deeper and darker, it was your daring magnetism in a bottle. A stark contrast to the sweater you were wearing – a red, grey, and white combination with a design depicting reindeers dashing through the snow, with some hearts and trees dotted around along with ornate bands at the cuffs, base, and collar. You truly embodied a variety of contrasts, an enigma that drew him in.
You hovered for a moment, deep in thought as you spun the angel with your fingers, letting a sigh escape you as you hung it on a not yet overloaded part of the tree.
“What’s up?” Hongjoong was curious, seeing that the little toy had evoked a new emotion in you.
“Just remembered how when I was a kid, I loved to make snow angels. Like, really loved it. Did not care how deep the snow was, just let me lie in it and I was happy.” You recounted fondly while Hongjoong turned his shoulders to completely face you. Standing closer than friends should be.
“Let’s do it, then.” He was feeling courageous, wanting to repay you for your flirtations on the train ride to the cottage. You laughed, lightly tapping his shoulder.
“I think I am too old to do that sober now, need a bit more Dutch courage to go hop in a snowdrift.”
“I’ll make sure to give you a big mug of mulled wine then, angel.” He informed; his expression rather coy. You liked this kind of Hongjoong. Not wanting to drop the tension, you took the tiniest step forward, and murmured, low and slow:
“You go down with me, darling.”
Before Hongjoong could respond to your concealed provocation, a yell from an incredibly vexed Seonghwa near deafened you.
“WHO THE FUCK TURNED ELF ON THE SHELF INTO A STRIPPER? I SWEAR WOO IF IT WAS YOU, I WILL REARRANGE YOU LIKE A LEGO SET-”
“YOU’LL NEVER CATCH ME ALIVE!”
Now that sounded about right for a domestic, festive scene. You and Hongjoong immediately began to search for the exhibit, finding it at the top of the stairs, where an innocent elf was made to be wrapped around one of the railings in a suggestive pose, and when a flash of bright red hair zoomed past you with an ashen blonde ball of anger following right behind, you guffawed, not stopping until your ribs began to hurt.
Poor Seonghwa had yet to find the other elves that were set out in unconventional poses and hidden in random places around the house. You personally had spotted one inside the bathroom cabinet and decided to let it be. Out of sight out of mind. An act commended by San who was tiptoeing out of one of the bedrooms, three more elves dangling from his clenched fist. He had simply given you a nod and placed his free index finger to his lips, which you did too in response, tapping a couple of times to show solidarity.
After the wave of life-or-death tag, and the gathering of the entire group in the living room, with Mingi having finally come down after napping through the majority of the prep, you breezed through setting the table, arranging Secret Santa gifts under the tree by transferring them from a grocery store bag that had been hanging on the office door for a week to avoid anyone having any clues, and then, finally, getting to sit down, take a deep breath, and simply enjoy.
Every bit of this was incredible. The food, the company, heck, even the stripper elf that Seonghwa ended up not having the heart to take down because ‘he did not want to be a Scrooge’. It was obvious that with every passing hour, the buzz was getting to you all, as the chatter was getting louder and louder, the jokes more and more ridiculous, and the questions more and more personal.
You were amidst an animated conversation with Yeosang about wanting to try snowboarding sometime and planning an imaginary trip to some mountain range far away when you were suddenly called for by Wooyoung, who was sitting at the far end of the table from you.
“Hey, Y/N,” he slurred a little, having been ‘taste-testing’ the spiced brew since before dinner, “are you dating anyone?” Yeosang grimaced, mouthing a ‘good luck’ to you, knowing that once Wooyoung entered his relationship talk state, he was near unstoppable unless some extreme topic change was made.
“Bro your boyfriend is sitting right next to you, and no thank you I don’t want a threesome.” You quipped, inducing a ripple of chuckles across the group. But Wooyoung would not let up, even though San was repeatedly nudging him under the table.
“Nooo… you know what I mean. Just generally. Like, do you have a designated mistletoe partner?” you did not like where this was going. Not one bit. Hongjoong, who was sitting on the other side of the table, right in front of you, visibly tensed, alarm bells ringing in his head.
“Uh, not at the moment.” You could not exactly lie, nor did you want to, seeing as the person you would not mind taking that role was right there, and for some reason looked oddly fearful.
“Great!” He exclaimed, and in a matter of seconds was standing on his chair, bending over the entire table, holding a mistletoe branch… over the table and not so discreetly changing its angle from you to Hongjoong, and back again.
You locked gazes. Panic rose in your throat. You did not enjoy this feeling; control being taken away from you, your friend toppling you over and shining a spotlight on you. And now a metaphorical knife was being wedged into your heart from having to witness what you perceived to be as total unwillingness in Hongjoong’s every fibre. Did you want this? Yes. Like this? Hell no.
Seconds passed like hours of torture, and each sound seemed to have amplified thousand-fold in volume. Lost, you were unable to decide your next course of action. Logic, your go-to for any situation, had failed. Emotions were a wreck. Oh, how you wanted this to stop. Anything you had hoped for until this moment shattered before you, scattering agonising pieces in all directions.
Was this his chance? It must be. Had he been sitting next to you, the space would have been no more in an instant. But the separation, once again that damn barrier, now also in physical form was preventing him from following through with what he wanted to express. This did not mean that he did not think Wooyoung had pulled a dick move, especially towards you, but Hongjoong had imagined what it would be like kissing you under the mistletoe. Wishful thinking, it seemed. All he could read across the table was discontent, and the recoil unlike that of a cat’s. He was running out of the time that he had wanted to give you.
Before either of you could do anything, Wooyoung gave out a yelp and almost toppled onto the remnants of dinner, saved only by a very quick to react San, who wrapped his arms around the slipping legs and weighed them down. Everyone was quick to turn their heads to the culprit – Jongho who was sitting unperturbed, arms crossed over his chest. Yeosang had been the saving grace, whispering for the youngest to figure something out in ‘Jongho style’. So, taking one of the apples from the fruit bowl, he took aim and hurled it with all his might where the sun did not shine.
“My bad bro, I hit the wrong head.”
Wooyoung was doubled over, and the mistletoe was lying all but forgotten among the randomly arranged side dishes. Seonghwa was failing to stifle a satisfied laugh, while Mingi was quite literally gasping for air, hiding his face in the tablecloth as Yunho was rubbing his back, a grin on his face. You let out a breath you did not know you were holding, and you absent-mindedly picked at your sweater.
“Right!” Hongjoong clapped to get everybody’s attention, wishing for nothing more than to move on from this ordeal. “How about before we get too drunk, we do the gift exchange, yeah? And DJ-Mingi, blast the tunes a little louder, it’s Christmas after all.” He pointed at the taller male, who was currently wiping tears from his eyes, still breathing heavy from the fit of giggles.
“Aye aye, captain!” he saluted and in a couple of strides was at the Bluetooth speakers, which now began blasting Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree.
As everyone got up and headed to the huge u-shaped sofa, something stopped you. Mystified, you noticed that the mistletoe branch was gone.
The incident was brushed over soon enough, and the group was now losing their minds over each other’s gifts. This year, there was a very interesting mix of both humour gifts and genuinely meaningful statements, but that was to be expected from a Secret Santa where one of the rules was to ‘go ham’.
Yeosang wiped his forehead in mock relief as he was safe from torment: he received a giftcard to his favourite fried chicken delivery place and a t-shape tool for his skateboard – an ode to his most popular complaint being that the wheels did not feel right, or he swore he had to replace something. Yunho wasn’t quite so lucky, on the other hand, having received a tub of Vaseline with a printed note taped onto it that read ‘for the times that your supervisor fucks you over’ – it was a known fact that his supervisor, an elderly and angry man in his sixties, was notoriously hard to impress, and at this point probably made Yunho lose too many nerve cells.
You were Seonghwa’s Santa this year and tried your best not to show your delight at him basically bouncing on the sofa as he unwrapped the set of holiday-themed lint rollers that you had bought. Then, it was your turn and your friends followed your movements as you searched under the Christmas tree to pick out the gift with your name. Sitting back down on the couch, you spun it in your hands. The container was two centimetres thick and square in shape, leaving you perplexed as to what was behind the wrapping. You initially thought it could be an album by an artist you had been raving about recently but had to delete that from your mind considering it would be way over budget. You peeled away the washi tape that was holding the paper together to be met by a wooden box.
Turning it the right way around, you lifted the lid, and gasped. Inside was a necklace – a thin thread-like gold chain, and on it an intricate pendant – a tiny clock, its hands frozen on eight thirty. You were overwhelmed, but from your lips rolled out one word of gratitude after another. You ignored a now tipsy Mingi booing and calling out that it was probably over budget. Maybe you would have agreed seeing as that was technically a rule but shit, you were over the moon. You flipped the pendant around and spotted a message engraved into the back, so small that it was barely there – only for you to cherish and hold close to your heart.
Forever is composed of nows.
Emily Dickinson, you note. A poem you had quoted, time and time again. But not to just any audience. You look up, cautious. The gift unwrapping had moved on, with Jongho currently being the centre of attention, so you use the chance to seek out the one who you were sure was your Secret Santa. And sure enough, his attention was already on you. As you had wished so many times. Kim Hongjoong. Your Christmas.
He was praying that you would like the present. To the point of mumbling to himself and flittering his fingers over the throw on top of which he was seated. The idea had come to him when he had to stay late in the office, waiting for a response from his supervisor, who he had no idea had already left for the night. As minutes turned into an hour, and the only sound in the room was the ticking of the clock, with the outdoor noise having been absorbed by yet another snowfall, the pieces came together.
This quote encapsulated you both. On the one hand, you enjoyed it because the notion of ‘now’ being the way to shape the intangible future motivated you to remain organised, diligent, and focused on a specific path. On the other hand, he respected it for the interpretation that this forever had so many parts that it was crucial to not waste them on fixation and if they were to be captured, it was through the lenses of his beloved cameras. This collection of five words stuck a balance between Hongjoong and yourself, and explained that maybe, you were not quite so different after all.
The rest of the guys were tidying up the wrapping paper and some headed to the kitchen to carry the pot of mulled wine and the saucer, along with a champagne bottle Yeosang had produced out of the blue. You and Hongjoong let this particular ‘now’ continue for a little longer, knowing smiles on your faces, and the previous awkwardness over dinner erased. As you held onto the open box containing the invaluable message, you sauntered over to him.
“Thank you.”
He bit his lip as he lifted his head.
“May I?”
“Yes please.”
You turned and exposed your neck to him, moving your luscious hair to the side. Again, those black patchouli base notes that filled his head with only you. Hongjoong could finally pinpoint the rest of the bouquet, having recalled his housemate explaining the terminology after he had splurged on a luxury cologne and was trying to explain himself. He reached to take the necklace from the box, and not so accidentally caressed the sensitive skin as he clasped the lock. You explained that you wanted to see how it looked, so the two of you made a beeline for the full-length mirror at the entrance into the cottage.
You were inspecting the necklace in the mirror, still in shock at how it spoke volumes, nearing an inexplicable divinity. His body moving on its own accord, Hongjoong, who was standing behind you, gently placed his hands on your hips, and breath hot against your ear, complimented:
“I knew it would look brilliant on you.”
Your attention drifted back to Hongjoong, locking gazes with him through the mirror. He was all smiles, but for a split second you spotted something much more passionate. Intrigued, you wanted to test how far you could go before the man would snap. You were never one to back down from a game like this.
“Thank you, though I don’t think these clothes do it justice.”
“Hm?” you felt his grip tighten just a little, as his eyes shifted to your necklace once more.
“You know, maybe without them it would look even better, don’t you think?”
And there it was. The darkness only you could lure out from deep within him. A distant howl turned into a thunder, rolling across his body in waves. A man ready to do anything to drown in the turbulent river that had tantalised him for so long. A man lost in the silent night, at the beck and call of your voice that haunted him wherever he went. Hongjoong let out a shaky breath, his chest almost flush against your back as he held his head over your shoulder, level and mirroring yours.
“Do you know what you do to me?”
You smirked. He was still so heedful of you, navigating your ever-changing maze ever so slowly. But now, unlike before, you had a guarantee that the Hongjoong you had deemed to be attentive to everyone was, in fact, at your feet. You could finally read how he behaved around you. The adorable shyness, the inability to be alone with you for too long… it all made sense. Cute, precious Hongjoong. It was probably not the best conclusion to come to, but you felt powerful. Until the young man suddenly gripped your waist and spun you around, pulling you towards him until his face was so close you could count his beautiful lashes, study the intricate patterns of his irises, clouded over with emotion he had never revealed before, enticing you. He pressed his forehead against yours, eyes half-lidded and lips wet with his saliva.
“I’ll repeat myself, angel. Do you know what you do to me?” the pet name that had stuck with him since when you had decorated the Christmas tree slipped out, making you exhale sharply. You were enjoying this. Boy was getting braver.
You shifted the dynamic once more as you raised the hand that was not loosely holding the box and cupped Hongjoong’s chin, feeling him gulp at your boldness. You pulled away from him slightly, but only to observe as you traced his bottom lip with your thumb. It was so easy to make him melt once, after all these years, you appeared to have figured out the chemistry of Hongjoong. He shuddered under your touch, one hand drifting down back to your hip, attempting to press you against him, which you deny with a teasing poke of the box square in his chest.
“I can make an educated guess, darling.” Two could play the game as you enunciated the words so that each one fuelled his desire. Your index finger trailed under his chin, terminating the sensation with an instantaneous flick.
He groaned, desperate to end this push and pull once and for all, when you completely freed yourself while his mind was still enchanted. You had heard the others, still in the living room, getting louder, with someone loudly asking where you went. As if nothing at all had happened, you gave Hongjoong a lopsided grin and pointed at the doorway, informing him that everyone was waiting. Like hell they were, probably took notice of the absence at random and would have forgotten it then and there. As you ambled away, he bent over, stretching to try easing the unbearable tension under which he had been, thanks to you. Once more, he looked in the mirror, running a hand through his hair a couple of times, and yet the only thing he could see was your reflection.
Much of the rest of the night was dedicated to letting completely loose. Just like that night last year, you were purposefully oblivious to him tracking your every move. Paid no mind to just how attractive you looked, dancing to the pulsating beat of a song by The Weeknd that someone decided to put on. Evidently, champagne had started pouring. The night was turning into a blur for Hongjoong, as he struggled to process his actions. He had to plan something. And that something had to happen sooner rather than later.
He chose to slink away from the room right when now a very drunk San, Wooyoung and Seonghwa were recreating the infamous dance from Mean Girls to Jingle Bell Rock, laughter roaring in his ears and with his departure he finally managed to get you to turn and face him. He beckoned you to come to him with a wave of a hand, and turned to exit into the entrance.
When you followed and joined him, you found he was in the process of zipping up his winter jacket, having already tugged on all the woollen accessories.
“Where are you going? Stuff is wild in there.” You approached him to try and take his hat off, but he sidestepped towards the front door and silently motioned for you to dress up as well. Confused, but too interested to see the outcome of this bewildering proposal, you agreed.
When you signalled that you were ready by giving Hongjoong a double thumbs up, he grabbed the keys from a nearby counter and opened the door letting a chilly breeze hit you. You swore your mind was going through a thousand calculations a picosecond as you were trying to figure out the intentions of the man in front of you. This Christmas was definitely not like any other. As he walked further and further away from the cottage, until the lights emanating from the décor and from within did not hit the snow and you were hidden away from sight by a couple of evergreens, you repeated the quote that was now above your chest to yourself, letting go and trusting the man who was leading you into the landscape.
He stopped, waited until you caught up to him and were standing right next to him. And then, fell right on his back. You squealed in terror, assuming the worst. You peered at him, but were met with a very happy Hongjoong, who spread his limbs into a star shape, and began to wave them around. When you did not move, he stopped and shouted out, disappointment laced through his words.
“Y/N, didn’t you say you were a pro at making snow angels? Show me what you got.”
And just like that, you were also in the snow, giggling like the child you had been when you had done this last. Flailing around, kicking bits up in the air only for it to fall on you or him. You relished in the sensation, since it reminded you of something you had intentionally been repressing for the majority of your life – the ability to enjoy yourself freely, experience things that were not planned ahead and treating your existence as an ongoing work of art.
You were knocked out of your reveries with a snowball landing smack on your nose. You had not realised that Hongjoong had already gotten up and was aiming for another shot. It was on. You skillfully rolled away as he threw the winter weapon, picking up your own ammo as you did so. Once you were on your back again, the snowball was ready, and you got a clean headshot, having aimed for the sowed-on tag on his hat. As he was brushing snowflakes out of his eyes, you rose to your feet, hopping away and throwing two more roughly shaped ones. The game did not continue for long, though, because as you took some return hits you pounced on him, with the plan of attaining payback for the first snowball.
Both of you toppled on the ground and you laughed triumphantly, your body flat against his, nose to nose. While you were trying to push yourself up and get a grip on the ground to either side of Hongjoong, he pulled something out of the breast pocket of his winter jacket, raised it above the two of you, and pointed at it.
“Would you look at that? Guess we have to do something about it. Got any ideas?”
This man was unbelievable. That was one point on the endless list of why you were smitten.
“So that is where the mistletoe went!” you exclaimed, slowly leaning in.
“And this time I am not letting you go.” His promise sounding gruff, he pulled you in by the collar and finally, your lips collided.
The snow that had fallen from your clothing onto him rapidly melted as you sank deeper into the mutual craving. Starting slow, you got to know one another, keen to map out each sigh. You had fantasised about this for so long that it felt like you were in a feverish daydream. But nothing could compare to the real softness of his lush lips, the irresistible nips at yours and how he snaked under your coat and sweater, the coldness sending you into a frenzy.
As you repositioned yourself to gain more closeness, and as such grinded against him, you heard him hiss. He responded to your motion by pulling you closer and, his lips never leaving yours, tilting your head slightly to beg for entrance. You hummed in approval, mouth opening slightly to allow for his tongue to explore your further. Not letting him enjoy all the fun, you joined in the fight for dominance and savoured his addictive taste.
As you pulled away to catch your breath, Hongjoong looked completely at your mercy. Eyes still shut, panting, flushed and filled with want. He was beyond saving, left only as a vessel to be guided by you. There, illuminated by the moon and stars, you were ethereal. Your every angle and shapely curve was one he wanted to adore and worship. Your form, hovering above him, was nothing short of flawless. At the same time, within, you concealed a lethal sin, but one for which he would fall countless times, and willingly sacrifice himself for good. Your melodic laugh rang out over him.
“We are going to freeze out here-” You stated, unable to finish the thought as Hongjoong pulled you in again, growling against your lip and pushing himself against you. You sighed in pleasure as he dragged your scarf down to reveal your neck and planted rough kisses trailing from your jawline, stopping to claim you midway down. As you leaned over and peppered the side of his face with attention and nibbled his ear, sending a shiver through him, you stopped to purr:
“Though it seems you know a way to warm up.”
“You are a devil in disguise, Y/N.”
“Yours truly.”
“Mine?”
“And so are you.”
“Oh, come here.”
This was the kind of Christmas you were willing to enjoy every time of year. Together with the one who completed you in every way imaginable. From your ambition to his artistry, your tendency for timeliness to his tendency for timelessness.
Whilst you were opposites in some ways, you struck an unparalleled balance that made you stronger together. An enciphered, irreplicable chemistry that spelled ‘forever’.
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September 14, 1968.
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Does anyone know this one yeosang x reader x hongjoong au in which yeosang and the reader is in an arrange marriage and he has a mistress ?? The au consist of many chapters but i cant find it for 2 years now ??? Its a well written story tho :') Does anyone knows it ?
#ateez x reader#ateez#yeosang#hongjoong#arranged marriage#angst#kys#khj#san#seonghwa#yunho#mingi#wooyoung#jongho#au#kpop#yn#y/n#ateez fanfic#ateez fic#kpop boys
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Pls kindly explain what you mean by oreo hair!!!
basically black/platinum split-dye!
sometimes it’s half-and-half:
and sometimes it’s an over-under situation:
and it ruins me either way. i don’t know why, but i’m feral 😵💫
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Seonghwa and Hongjoong were classmates and said to be academic rivals (no they're not, they just don't interact much), was given a project over the summer break; to take care of a goose.
Yes, the soulmate goose of enforcement.
#we need more of these crack fics#hongjoong#seongjoong#khj#psh#seonghwa#brainrot#soulmate goose#WHERE ARE THE GOOSE#why am i doing this again?#might write this but we'll see
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I admire him a lot.
Because, the way he loves his people and cares about them.
Because it pours down his eyes.
In his smile.
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｡･ﾟﾟ･midnight snack･ﾟﾟ･｡
Pairing: boyfriend!hongjoong x chubby!fem!reader
Genre: cute smut? Idk if that’s a thing but I’m making it one.
Summary: you quickly find out that Hongjoong’s late night snack cravings don’t just consist of fries and milkshakes.
Word Count: 2.3k
A/N: Greetings friends! I’m back with another Joong Drabble. I promise I’ll be writing the other members soon, I just had this in my head the entire way home yesterday and had to get it out. Being joong’s copilot. The dream. Lol anyways, this is NSFW 18+ content, so minors DNI please. Enjoy! 🍟
Warnings: foreplay, teasing, oral sex (m receiving), unprotected sex, squirting, cream pie.
Proofread: Yes but if I missed something, just pretend you didn’t see it.
“Can I have another one please?” Your boyfriend asks with his mouth wide open expectantly, eyes never leaving the road. You reach into the brown bag and grab a couple fries to pop into his mouth. A smile appears on his face as he chews the salty snack, the late night breeze blowing through the sunroof of the car you’re both inhabiting currently. “Thank you, baby.” He glances over at you quickly and his face twists into a disgusted frown. “You heathen!” He accuses, shaking his head as his eyes drift back to the road.
“What?!” You question through a mouthful of warm fries. You took another fry and dipped it into the vanilla shake in your hand, oblivious to his gawking now that he’s witnessed the action from his peripherals.
“You dip your fries in your milkshake?”
“Yeah?”
“That’s…that’s just wrong. I’m sorry.” True disapproval was laced into his words, and you could tell that fact kind of disturbed him, which amused you to no end.
“What’s so wrong about wanting the sweet and the salty flavors at the same time?” Hongjoong dramatically groaned at your response, as if it was an obvious answer.
“The fry must be crispy when you eat it. The milkshake clearly makes it soggy, hence you being a heathen for committing such a crime as this.” You roll your eyes at him, the dramatics of his answer oddly making you more fond of him. You two were known to banter back and forth. It’s what kept your relationship fresh after all this time. He opens his mouth again, this time not saying anything and waits for you to notice.
“Hongjoong. I don’t soak the damn fry, I just dip it like a sauce. I don’t understand this hostility from you right now.” You joke, a chuckle coming from him when he glanced at you from the corner of his eye. You let out a small laugh when you see his mouth hanging open still. “You better be careful. You’re gonna catch flies.” He scoffs, and you don’t let the lingering disgust on his face escape your sight, making you laugh internally. You grab the dregs at the bottom of the bag and hold them up to his mouth. “That’s the last of them.” He visibly pouts at your statement, but looks down at your fingers for a moment before he wraps his lips around the tips of your fingers playfully to take the fries from you. He drags his mouth away slowly and you couldn’t help the familiar tingle that begins to bloom in your stomach. You feel his tongue run along the pads of your fingers as he licks the salt off and you don’t want to admit how much that turned you on. “Joong!” A breathy laugh is all that comes out of you, and you’re truly thankful it wasn’t anything else.
“I’m still hungry,” he whines, his bottom lip protruding out dramatically. “They taste so good.” You huff at that, folding the top of the bag in half and throwing it behind your seat to throw away once you arrive back home for the night. Hongjoong was always hungry this late in the evening after leaving the studio, so this was not out of the ordinary for him to shoot you a text in the early hours of the morning telling you to throw shoes on and meet him down at the car. So here you are, a little after midnight with the smell of fries lingering in the air around you and half eaten milkshakes in the cupholder while enjoying the late night drive and each other’s company.
“Yes, clearly. You ate the majority of them.” You teased. There was a beat of silence followed by a mischievous grin that began to form across his features.
“I didn’t mean the fries,” he replied simply, his tone a bit lower than usual. You choked on the bit of milkshake you were about to swallow before hearing that.
“Oh-” was all you could muster, a cough sounding from your lungs as you got a hold of yourself. The grip on your thigh was getting slightly tighter as he rubbed soft circles into the squishy flesh.
“Can I taste them again?” It came out no more than a whisper, but you felt the blush creep all the way from your cheeks up to your ears. You looked over at him and his mouth was open again. Without another word, you pressed the tips of your fingers to his bottom lip and he leaned forward to take both fingers into his mouth fully, closing his lips tightly around your digits. He sucked on them, his tongue moving around and all in between your fingers as he bobbed his head lightly back and forth, taking your fingers in expertly. You couldn’t help the sigh that fell from your lips, your eyes fixated on the way he sucked. You both knew the salt was long gone, and this was just for pure pleasure. He knew exactly what he was doing to you, and you did too, especially when you felt his hand travel up your thigh, fingers feather light against your skin as he pressed two of them against your clothed core. He groaned against your fingers as he took in the dampness of your panties, drawing circles around your clit. He knew this would draw a moan out of your pretty pink lips, his name falling from your tongue. “Does this turn you on? Me taking your fingers like this?” You took your bottom lip between your teeth, your head nodding. “You’re so wet for me already, and I haven’t even done much.” One of his fingers found the hem of your panties and slid it to the side as he let the rest of his fingers dance against your heated skin, your pussy throbbing, aching to be abused directly without any lace in the way. He begins to tease you, his fingers ghosting over your clit, barely touching it and sending you into a frustrated fit.
“Joong, please,” you beg, but he’s focused on driving still, one hand still on the wheel, eyes never leaving the road ahead as the lights from the passing street lamps cast small bursts of light and shadows onto you both. He releases your fingers with a loud pop, his tongue swiping along his lips and continues to tease your heat. You’re impatient, and you know exactly what game he’s playing. Without much thought, you reach over to fumble with the button on his jeans and slide the zipper down to reveal the obvious bulge, a small wet spot on his briefs where the precum has begun to soak into the dark fabric. You press your palm against him, feeling his half hard member begin to grow underneath your touch. He wouldn’t let the groan escape from parted lips, but you could still hear the rumble from his chest, his eyes seeming to be blown out now. You stick your fingers through the slit in the front and let your fingers lightly rub along his member, the noise he tried to keep inside now coming out of him as your slender fingers played with him just as he had you. You slid the briefs down and let his cock spring out, it swollen and an angry red from the sudden amount of blood flow. You let your hand slide over his erect member, feeling the way it pulsates in your hand and sticky from the precum that’s leaked from the pretty pink tip. Your mouth is salivating, and you can’t form a coherent thought other than having his dick in your mouth. So you do just that. You laid your chest against the center console and lowered your mouth onto him, your core now absolutely throbbing with arousal.
“Fuck, baby.” He hissed through gritted teeth, your tongue lapping around the tip of his cock, licking the salty precum off, a strand connecting from his tip to your mouth as you pulled away. You smear it all over his shaft as you slide your hand up and down while gently squeezing when your hand gets back to the tip, eliciting a moan from Hongjoong. You watch as his eyes cloud over with a haze of arousal, his lids getting slightly droopy, both hands gripping the wheel now for dear life as he tries to focus on the white lines he needs to stay in. His mouth goes slack, head lolling back against the headrest as he tries his hardest not to buck his hips forward to set a faster pace. The way your heart is hammering in your chest as you keep pumping his member, wishing it was your throbbing pussy instead that was taking his dick. “Baby, I need you so bad right now.”
“B-but, we’re still driving-” you stop your ministrations and look at him bewildered, but also feeling like you might lose your mind if he’s not rearranging your guts in the next thirty seconds.
“Fuck it,” before you know it, the car is suddenly on the side of the road, hazards on and stopped abrubptly. “Get over here,” he leans the seat back so he’s reclined completely and you immediately scramble onto his lap, walls vibrating at the thought of being filled up by him. You push your panties down to your ankles and he tugs them off, gripping your hips and guides you to hover over him, the heat from his swollen tip teasing your entrance. “Sit down, baby.” He coos, eyes hooded and void of anything but lust for you. You slowly sink down onto him, the stretch sending a small gasp to leave your lips. You both sit there as you take a minute to adjust to him, your breathing slow and heavy.
“Oh,” you sigh out, the feeling of being so full sends a wave of arousal through you, and he can feel it too because he runs his fingers lightly up your back and under your tshirt, feeling every love handle and roll between his fingers before massaging the sensitive mounds of flesh that await him. He knows what his fingers alone can do to you, and he’s proud of that fact. He takes one of your nipples between his thumb and index finger, giving it a light squeeze at first, but when you bite your lip and start moving on top of him, he tightens the grip on it and tugs a bit to draw out the moans that have been threatening to spill from you.
“Just like that, baby. Just. Like. That.” He groans between you rocking your hips into his, feeling the way his cock is filling you up to the brim and rubbing deliciously against your most sensitive spots. “Always so good for me,” he reaches over and takes a long sip of the chocolate milkshake from the cupholder, pulling your shirt up and takes the other nipple that he hasn’t abused yet into his mouth, his tongue lapping over the sensitive bud and he can feel his lap getting wet with your arousal dripping from you. The cold of the ice cream makes your eyes roll as the sudden temperature change sends shocks through you.
“Fuck, Joong,” you manage to get out in between the short breaths and pleasure spiking through your veins. “I-oh,” you finally feel him thrust up into you and you allow your body to go slack in his embrace. He swallows the remainder of the milkshake he had in his mouth and pulls you to his chest, slamming into you at a relentless pace, your face burying into the crook of his neck. His name along with other profanities are drawn from your lips as your brain short circuits with the waves of endless pleasure coursing through you as he rams his cock straight into the spot you’ve been waiting for him to find.
“I want you to make a mess of these new leather seats. I want to be covered in you.” He breathes out, sweat glistening on his body. “Look at me,” He pulls you back up gently and presses your forehead to his, your eyes now focused on each other. “I want to watch you come undone for me.” His words send a shiver down your spine and you open your mouth to let another moan escape but his finger is on your lips to shush you. “I want to look into those pretty eyes as you cum on me.” He whispered, hot breath on your face laced with love and adoration. You wrap your arms around his neck, your fingers gripping the sweaty hair at the nape of his neck and lazily bounce on top of him.
“I’m- oh, Joong, fuck, I’m cumming!” His words were the breaking point for you, whines leaving you as you felt the buildup in your core explode, coating his dick in your slick as you rode your orgasm out. Hongjoong was not far behind, the raunchy squelching sounds of your ass slapping against his now slick covered thighs had him tipping over the edge.
“Baby, yes, oh my-” His thrusts became sloppy as he let his own orgasm course through him. He pulled you back down against his heaving chest, your sweaty bodies moving up and down in sync as you tried to catch your breath. You combed your fingers through his damp hair, his fingers tracing small patterns into your back lightly as you sat there with him still tucked into the confines of your walls, not entirely ready to feel the emptiness that followed.
“We’re such a mess,” an airy laugh comes out of you as you lift yourself up to look between the two of you, your hands splaying out across his bare chest. You’re trying to remember at what point he took his shirt off, but you can’t seem to recall when exactly that happened.
“Just how I like it,” he brought your face down to his, placing delicate kisses onto the corners of your lips before slotting your lips together. “You know I love you, right?”
“I love you too.” You flash a toothy grin at him, trying your best to get your wobbly legs back over the center console so you can get back into your seat. He starts to wipe his thighs off with a few of the little takeout napkins from the brown bag behind the seat. “Hey babe,” he calls, and following that you hear a small chuckle leave him. “I think we have a problem.”
“What is it?” You look over to see him shaking his head a bit and a knowing look present on his face. Your eyes dropped to where his currently were, and felt a light blush spread across your cheeks when you realized what he was laughing about.
“I think we’re gonna need more napkins…”
#ateez smut#hongjoong x you#hongjoong smut#ateez x you#ateez oneshot#hongjoong oneshot#hongjoong x y/n#hongjoong x reader#hongjoong x chubby!fem!reader#chubby reader#ateez x reader#khj
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better when it feels wrong // kim hongjoong
pairing: kim hongjoong x reader, park seonghwa is your ex
genre: smut
wc: 2.7k
warnings: unprotected sex, public/risky sex
"C'mon, Y/N! The end's this way!"
Your friend was the partier, the one who always wanted to go out and begged you to join. Up until a few weeks ago, you were able to use your boyfriend as an excuse. But, of course, you two broke up. And you've been mopey ever since (even though you were the one to dump him).
So in the spirit of busting you out of your funk and getting back to your 'hot girl shit' as your friend had so eloquently put it, you'd gotten dressed up and headed to your city's hottest club, Wicked Ones.
You were following after your friend down the line that extended down the side of the building, the thumping beat hitting your chest as you passed the open doors. As you walked, you felt someone's eyes on you and looked up.
Time slowed down it seemed as your eyes met his. There was this glint to them that made your heart thump louder than the music inside. He fully turned towards you as you continued past him, and you even found yourself almost fully walking backwards, unable to tear your gaze from him.
"Hello, earth to Y/N?"
Your attention immediately snapped back to your friend like the spell had been released and you joined them at the end of the line. "Huh? Sorry..did you see that guy? He's so..." you trailed off, still looking after him. He'd turned his attention back to his friends but kept sneaking glances at you too.
"Fine? Hot as fuck? You two were practically eye-fucking each other." At first it sounded like they were scolding you. Until that Cheshire's grin spread across their face and they elbowed your side. "That's what I wanna see tonight, but remember! You're single, so you better mingle. He can't be the only hot guy in the club."
Right, they were right. You were going to play the field tonight. But you had already found your first player.
It didn't take long for you to get inside, you and your friend making a beeline for the bar. Your friend seemed to be a regular here, the way the bartender immediately took their order and you were downing two shots in no time. Right as you sat the shot glass down, a voice behind you got your attention.
"Found you."
You turned around to see the same guy from before standing behind you with a grin. You returned it, tucking hair behind your ear. "Good job, detective. Would you like a prize?" you teased. That made him chuckle and the sound sent butterflies flittering in your stomach.
"I would, actually. Let me buy you a drink?" He asked as he slid himself beside you at the bar and flagged them down.
"Sounds more like a prize for me, but I won't say no. Vodka redbull, if you would."
He signaled to the bartender for two of them, adding them to his tab before handing you yours first. "Cheers, ......?" He said, raising his cup to yours with a curious brow.
"Y/N. Cheers, ....?"
"Hongjoong."
Your cups tapped and both of you took generous sips. A bit escaped your lips and dribbled down your chin, which Hongjoong reached for with his thumb, eyes taking in every detail in your lips as it cleaned up the spill. Your heart was pounding and you felt heat flush your skin. But it was when he slipped his thumb between his own lips, eyes lifting to yours through his lashes, that that heat went straight to your core.
He's so hot.
You must've been staring with your mouth agape because he chuckled at your reaction, leaning in closer to your body. The two of you kept chatting and the more you spoke, the more flustered you got. It couldn't have been the alcohol hitting you that fast, you weren't a lightweight. But you felt flustered and in a haze. It would've stayed that way if someone hadn't interrupted.
"What the hell?"
Both of your heads snapped to the owner of the voice and your stomach dropped.
"Seonghwa? What are you doing here?" you asked him incredulously.
He ignored your question, accusatory gaze flicking between you and Hongjoong.
"Why are you talking to Hongjoong?"
You gaped at him, looking from Hongjoong to Seonghwa.
"You know him?" you asked, pointing at the man who'd been flustering since you walked in the door.
"Know him? Yeah, he was my old roommate that moved out a few years ago. He just moved back into town." Seonghwa's gaze was still piercing you and you felt your face pale. Shit. Your breakup had been an awkward but necessary one, and this tension was too much for you.
"Uh--shit. Sorry I uh--I've gotta go find my friend. See you." You quickly managed to stumble out before you grabbed your drink and ran off into the crowd.
Finding your friend hadn't been hard as they tended to be the life of the party wherever they went. You explained what happened and they encouraged you to just down your drink and let loose. So you did just that.
It didn't take long, just a handful of songs and a few more shots, for you to loosen up and forget the awkward encounter with your ex. You weren't going to let it ruin your night so you drank and danced, every now and then catching Hongjoong's eye staring at you from across the club.
You couldn't like, you found it hot. So you grinned at him, now sufficiently tipsy and warmed up. You felt unstoppable. You danced with your friend and whoever was around, moving your body to the music like a siren. By the end of the next song you were panting a bit and decided you needed a breather. "Hey, I'll be right back. Gonna get some air," you told your friend who whooped in response and went right back to dancing.
You laughed as you walked away, weaving your way through the crowd towards the bathrooms. Before you could make it, a hand wraps around your wrist and pulls you into a back hallway covered in neon signs.
"Hey--!" you began to protest before whoever had grabbed you had your back against a wall, one hand holding your waist in a tight grip while the other caged you in.
Hongjoong.
Your heart was pounding and that familiar heat he'd stoked in your core before came flaring back to life.
"So. You're Seonghwa's ex girlfriend, hm?"
You put on your best unbothered face and raised your brows at him with a shrug. "Yeah? So what?"
He leaned in closer to you, letting out a tsk. "Ah, well that puts me in an awkward spot."
"Be for real. There's plenty of people here, I think you'll be fine," you scoff with a roll of your eyes.
"I haven't even looked at anyone else since I saw you outside."
That took you by surprise. You blink in confusion, stumbling over your tongue. "H-hwhat?"
Next thing you know it, he's inches away from your face. You can feel his breath ghost your skin and you shudder.
"Tell me to stop.." he breathes.
But your brain is firing at rapid pace and you look around. "B..but what about Seonghwa?"
"Seonghwa doesn't need to know," he replies with a slight shrug and a smirk.
His confidence is contagious so you smile. That was all it took before his lips were crashing into yours and your hands were slipping around his neck. The contact between you two pulled a groan from his lips which made your body burn hotter, pulling you in like a magnet. Anything to be closer.
Any and all thoughts of how you shouldn’t be hooking up with your ex’s roommate burned into cinders within Hongjoong’s passionate touch. You tugged his lip into your mouth which made him snarl, sending an electric shock down your spine straight to the flaming embers of your core.
Hongjoong’s hands slide down to grip the dip in your hips, fingers pressing into the soft flesh of your ass hard enough to bruise—like letting go of you would dissolve the illusion. His grip pulls you into him, your hips against his where you can feel how hard he already is through his jeans and it makes you whine.
That makes him smirk against your lips, grinning as he pulls back with your bottom lip between his teeth as his brows raise curiously. “Want it?” he asks you, hands slipping down to grip right beneath your ass while digits explore the perimeter of your clothed sex. Teasing, taunting strokes hidden under the guise of adjusting his grip and he watches you, waiting for your answer.
Your chest is heaving with panting breaths, those few moments spent kissing you having done enough damage to make you a dizzy, lust-addled mess. You nod first, looking up at him with a desperate doe-eyed gaze before you can manage to find the words.
“Yes—please,” comes out in a breathy tone and his eyes roll back and close at the desperation in your voice.
Quickly his lips find your neck, kissing up to your ear as his grip tightens possessively at the underside of your ass while he whispers; “You’re so pretty when you say please.”
As unceremonious as it is to fuck someone you just met in the back hallway of a club where anyone could stumble upon you, the look he’s had set on you all night had stoked the embers that kept your core warm until they were a raging fire desperate to be quelled. And that wasn’t something you could ignore, Seonghwa be damned.
Just as soon as he finished speaking he captured your lips again, bruising and starving as if he hadn’t had this in a while. He groaned around your tongue, hand dipping between your thighs boldly now to stroke paths up to your clit where the pads of his fingers circled and teased you through the thin fabric of your leggings. He smirks against your lips again, pulling back to speak. “You’re so wet for me already. You’ve been waiting for me to do this haven’t you?”
The question makes your face burn with heat and you stammer hurriedly to deny it. But when you couldn’t find the words he knew he was right.
“Then I won’t make you wait any longer.”
Next thing you knew he was turning you to face the wall, pulling your hips back and guiding you to bend forward, your hands planted on either side of your face against the cool surface of painted brick. All while unfastening his pants behind you enough to free his erection, hissing through his teeth as the cool air hit his now exposed cock.
He presses into you as his hands pull your leggings and panties down just below your ass, lips and teeth grazing your neck. “Good girl,” he breathes, one hand massaging your ass in its grasp as the other lines his cock up with your dripping hole. You gasp as he pushes inside of you without another word, head falling back in bliss at the feeling of being so full and so suddenly.
Your body had been craving this since you first spoke to him tonight and it was evident the way your walls pulled him in and held him there. He could tell too, if the satisfied way he moaned into the shell of your ear was any indication.
“Fuck, Y/N…”
“Hongjoong,” you whine in reply, hips pushing back into him impatiently. You want him to start moving, and you want it now. Hard and fast, like the bass pounding through the club that reverberates through the walls. As if saying his name was a trigger, his hips pull back and snap forward into yours once, twice, before he sets a hard and quick pace.
You can’t help how loud you are because god he feels so good. And as much as it makes Hongjoong smile to hear his affect on you, he’s smart enough to know that the two of you can’t be too loud.
So he hooks one arm behind both of your elbows, pulling your upper body into his chest and forcing your lower back into an arch while his free hand finds your mouth.
“Your noises are so pretty, baby, but we can’t get caught, hm? Be good, open your mouth for me,” he instructs you and you oblige widening your already open mouth. He slips his index and ring finger between your lips and you don’t need to be told what to do next as they wrap around his digits and you suckle them, moans effectively muffled by your tongue and his fingers.
The way you do as he says so eagerly makes his head swim and he growls behind your ear a string of praising expletives as he pounds your tight pussy over and over, making sure that it remembers the shape of him.
As much as you loved Seonghwa, he had never fucked you like this, and maybe he knew this about Hongjoong and it was why he was so bothered to see the two of you near each other. Because if this is how his friend was in a dirty quickie, he’d have no hope of getting you back if you ever spent time with Hongjoong in privacy.
Already you could feel how his cock was swelling inside of you, letting you know just how close he was. Eager to cum with him, you wriggle one of your arms free to guide his hand out of your mouth and between your thighs. Hongjoong picks up on what you want immediately and slips his saliva coated fingers between your folds as he fucks you until they find your swollen clit.
That contact immediately made you whine out loud and you bite down on your lip to swallow the rest of your noises. His fingers expertly work your sensitive clit into overdrive as his thrusts into your hole never falter and you can feel the muscles in your abdomen clench and release as your orgasm builds its way to a crescendo.
“Hongjoong please—-I’m gonna cum…” you whine desperately to which he grunts in response.
“Yeah? You want to cum with me, baby? Say please.”
You whine in response at first, not used to having to ask and he snaps his hips into you harder, his fingers stilling as he waits for your plea.
“P-Please! Please let me cum,” you beg him, thighs shaking as your hips push back into his of their own accord.
“That’s a good girl, cum for me, baby,” he purrs against your neck, fingers returning harder and faster than before until you’re both tumbling over the edge into your orgasms. Hongjoong pulls out just in time to cum against your exposed ass as your pussy spasms and clenches around nothing, making you whine and shake.
It takes only a moment for you two to come down from your high, both with heaving chests and sloppy grins. Hongjoong fishes a handful of bar napkins out of his back pocket to clean up his mess before stuffing himself back in his jeans and helping you redress.
You look at him with a raised brow at the napkins. “So you were prepared for this, huh? What, did you think I was that easy?” you ask him curiously to which he chuckles and shakes his head.
“I didn’t think that at all. I just happened to have them from a drink and thought it would be smart of me to keep them handy. Looks like I was right,” he teased, tossing them away before he grabs you by your hips and pulls you to his chest. He places a few slow appreciative kisses up your neck until he finds your lips and kisses you slowly and deliberately before pulling back.
“Y/N, I want to see you again..”
You bite your lip and look down. Now that the heat of the moment has passed your heart flutters at the thought of Seonghwa and you look up at Hongjoong and open your mouth to speak, but he interrupts you before you start.
“I don’t want to cause trouble, although I wouldn’t mind. It’s your decision.”
That makes you smile and after a moment’s thought, you hold your hand out for his phone. He passes it to you eagerly and you quickly type your number in. “Call me, and we’ll see,” you say, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before heading back to the dance floor to find your friend.
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The Real Don Steele on 93 KHJ Los Angeles | May 1972
KHJ 93 Los Angeles – The Real Don Steele – May 1972
Back in the late 1960s & early 1970s, 93 KHJ was a Top 40 powerhouse in SoCal. It was so popular, “Boss Radio“ was practically the soundtrack of Los Angeles. For many years, “personality” Top40 radio, dominated by lots of deejay chatter and & long jingles.
In 1965 legendary radio programmer Bill Drake, along with program director Ron…
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KHJ Boss Jock (D.J.) The Real Don Steele is first DJ to play Sonny and Cher hit, "I Got You, Babe"
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