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Hongjoong + Subtle ways he shows he loves you

Headcanons/Scenarios: Subtle ways Hongjoong shows he loves you

Pairing: Kim Hongjoong x Gn!Reader

A/n's: There will probably be similar or repeat headcanons from others members posts in the rest of the versions because there are many that I can see multiple of the members doing!

Warnings: None!

Requested By: Anon

Words: ~410

Other Versions: Yunho || Mingi

He writes songs about you, or for you.

Sometimes in Ateez releases there might be references to your relationship that only you would understand.

You are allowed in the recording studio with him when he is producing even if no one else is.

If he sees you are getting tired, but don't want to leave him behind at the studio alone, he makes you lay against him, or he moves to the couch so you can lay down with your head in his lap.

Fingers laced through your hair, or are gently brushing against your skin to lull you to sleep.

Cheek squeezes when he thinks you are being particularly cute.

Spoiling you with gifts, food, attention, etc, anything to show you he wants to take care of you and make you happy.

Getting you engraved or meaningful jewelry (matching of course).

If your hands are close to the same size as his, he will sometimes put his rings on you.

Or he will give you something of his to wear during a concert, or as something to remind you of him when he goes away on tour.

Texts or voice notes late at night so you can wake up and see them first thing.

Sends you photos of things you would like while he is on tour.

Got something you doodled on his arm tattooed (you were very alarmed by this and scolded him, but he loves it and does not regret it).

Will carry your bag(s) or items for you, does not let you carry things by yourself.

Carrying a book with you? Not anymore, its now in his hand or bag. That drink that is making your hands cold? Not on his watch.

Not much into PDA or skin-ship (besides cuddles), so he will hook his finger in your pocket or belt loop as you are walking.

You tease him making it seem like he's a little kid afraid of getting lost, but he insists its because he doesn't want you to run away or get distracted and leave his side.

Prepares or cuts up your food to make it easier and quicker for you to eat.

When sharing food at a restaurant, he will create the perfect bite for you. And depending on if you are alone or in a private room, will feed it to you.

Keeps a close eye on you during public outings or event to make sure you don't get overwhelmed or anxious.

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Off the Record

pairing(s) : Hongjoong x reader

word count : 1691

summary : You push Hongjoong’s limits by interrupting his work in the studio, acting like a needy brat. He punishes you by fucking you raw on his chair, recording every filthy sound you make as proof of who you belong to.

genre : smut

warning(s) : rough sex (desk & chair fucking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms), brat-taming & punishment dynamics, degradation (slut-shaming, name-calling), choking/breath play (light), spanking & manhandling, recording during sex (control/power play), possessiveness, marking, implied exhibitionism, dirty talk & intense dominance, creampie & mild aftercare. Let me know if I missed anything!

Minors do not interact, 21+ only!!

🪐smut under the cut 🪐

The dim glow of Hongjoong’s studio cast a moody ambiance, the only sounds filling the space were the soft clicks of his mouse and the steady beat looping through his speakers. His focus was razor-sharp, eyes locked onto the screen as he tweaked the arrangement of his latest track.

"Just wait 15 minutes," he had said, his voice laced with that firm authority you both knew he carried so well. But patience was never your strong suit—especially not when he looked so effortlessly hot, sleeves pushed up, rings glinting under the low light as his fingers worked diligently.

So you did what you did best. You poked. You teased.

Sliding onto his lap, arms draping over his shoulders, you nuzzled against his neck, pressing soft kisses along his jaw. "Come on, Joongie… you’ve been at this for hours," you whined, fingers playing with the silver chain hanging from his neck.

His jaw flexed, muscles tightening as he exhaled sharply. "I said 15 minutes," he repeated, voice clipped, but he didn’t push you off. A bad sign for you. Or maybe a good one.

"That’s too long," you pouted, grinding down just a little, feeling the way his thighs tensed beneath you. "I need you now, baby."

A muscle in his jaw twitched. Then, without warning, he grabbed your hips and pulled you back slightly, his dark eyes locking onto yours. "You just don’t know how to listen, do you?" His voice was dangerously low, sending a shiver down your spine.

Before you could respond, he was already flipping the switch, pressing a button on his keyboard that darkened the screen, then another that started a recording.

"If you wanna be a brat, then let’s make sure you hear just how needy you sound," he murmured, his fingers tugging at your shorts, ripping them down your thighs with no patience left in him. "Since you love interrupting me so much, let’s make some new sounds for my track."

And just like that, you were bent over his desk, his hand tangled in your hair, the quiet studio filled with more than just music.

The sound of fabric tearing filled the small studio, your panties ripped clean off your body and tossed somewhere behind you. "Fucking needy little thing," Hongjoong growled, his rough hands gripping your bare ass, spreading you open like he owned every inch of you—because he did. "Can’t even wait a few minutes, huh? Gotta act like a desperate fucking slut for attention?"

Your breath hitched, your hands gripping the edge of his desk as you arched your back, pushing your ass further into him. "Maybe," you teased, voice breathy, dripping with shameless desire. "But you love it when I act like this, don’t you, Joongie?"

His response was brutal. A sharp slap landed against your soaked cunt, making you jolt forward with a cry. "Shut up," he ordered, rubbing slow circles over your clit before delivering another slap, this time to your ass. The sting only made you throb harder.

"You wanna act like a brat?" he continued, his other hand wrapping around the back of your neck, forcing you down against the desk. "Then take it like one."

The distinct sound of his zipper filled the air, followed by the delicious sensation of his cock dragging against your slick folds. He didn’t waste time teasing—he wasn’t in the mood for that. No, Hongjoong was done playing.

With one ruthless thrust, he was buried inside you to the hilt, forcing a loud, broken moan from your lips. "Fuck—!" you gasped, your walls clenching around him instantly.

"That’s it," he groaned, gripping your waist with bruising force as he started to move, his hips snapping forward with raw, punishing thrusts. "So tight, so fucking wet for me, all because you wanted to be a spoiled little bitch."

The sounds in the room were obscene—skin slapping against skin, your choked whimpers, his ragged breathing, the wet, filthy squelch of him fucking into you with zero restraint. And then, there was the click. The tiny, almost insignificant sound of him adjusting the recording levels.

"Let’s make sure you hear just how fucking pathetic you sound when you’re getting ruined," Hongjoong growled, pressing the button to play back what he had captured so far.

Your own moans filled the room, raw and needy, each gasp and whimper playing back in real time as he fucked you even harder. Hearing yourself like that—so exposed, so helpless under his control—made your body burn with shame and arousal.

"You hear that?" he taunted, one hand snaking up to grab your throat, pulling you back against his chest while his other hand stayed buried in your dripping cunt, spreading you open wider. "That’s the sound of a desperate little whore getting fucked dumb."

You could barely respond, eyes rolling back as he pistoned into you, your legs shaking, your body trapped between his brutal thrusts and the hard surface of the desk.

"Come on, baby," he purred darkly into your ear, his fingers tightening around your throat just enough to make your breath hitch. "Be a good girl and cum for me—let’s give the mic something worth recording."

The coil in your stomach snapped instantly, a sob tearing from your throat as your orgasm crashed over you. Your entire body trembled as you came hard around his cock, soaking him, the wet sound of it only adding to the filth of the moment.

"That’s my girl," Hongjoong groaned, thrusting a few more times before burying himself deep inside you with a rough grunt. His cum spilled into you, hot and thick, filling you to the brim as his fingers dug bruises into your skin.

For a moment, all you could do was pant against the desk, your body spent, his cum dripping down your thighs. But Hongjoong wasn’t done.

He reached over, pressing play once again.

Your moans, your cries, the filthy sounds of him fucking you within an inch of your sanity—it all played back through the speakers, clear and explicit.

"You’re keeping this?" you panted, looking back at him with half-lidded eyes.

Hongjoong smirked, leaning down to kiss your spine. "Of course. Gotta remind you what happens when you don’t fucking listen."

Your body was still trembling, legs weak as you tried to catch your breath, but Hongjoong wasn’t done. No, not even close.

"Look at this," he muttered, dragging his fingers through the mess between your thighs, smearing his cum along your swollen folds. "Dripping all over my chair like a used-up little slut."

Your whimper was immediate, your oversensitive body twitching under his touch. But the way he spoke to you—the way he degraded you like you were nothing but a fucktoy for him—only made you clench around nothing, your body desperate for more.

"You want more, don’t you?" he teased, his voice dark, knowing. "Even after I fucked you dumb, you’re still hungry for my cock."

You barely managed to nod, your cheek pressed against the desk, your body aching for him. "P-please," you whispered, completely shameless now.

Hongjoong chuckled, low and dangerous. "That’s what I fucking thought."

Before you could even prepare yourself, he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you onto his lap, forcing you to straddle him in his chair. His cock was already hard again, glistening with your slick and his cum, the tip rubbing against your entrance as he held you there, teasing you.

"Since you love interrupting my work," he murmured, his fingers digging into your ass, "let’s see how long you can last without screaming while I ruin you."

Then, without warning, he slammed you down onto his cock, forcing a wrecked, broken moan from your lips.

"Shit—!" you sobbed, your nails digging into his shoulders as he stretched you open again, deeper, rougher than before. His grip was unforgiving, keeping you locked in place as he set a brutal pace, bouncing you on his cock like you were nothing but a fucktoy for his pleasure.

"That’s it," he groaned, his teeth grazing your jaw as he whispered filth into your ear. "Take it, baby. Take all of it."

Your thighs were already shaking, your mind slipping into a haze of pure pleasure as he fucked up into you, his hips lifting off the chair with every punishing thrust. His hands roamed your body, one gripping your throat while the other slipped between your thighs, rubbing fast, merciless circles over your overstimulated clit.

"You’re gonna cum again, aren’t you?" he taunted, his grip tightening as he felt your walls flutter around him. "Fucking cockdrunk little slut, cumming all over my cock like you were made for this."

The coil snapped so violently that you nearly blacked out. Your vision blurred, a scream ripping from your throat as your second orgasm crashed over you, making your body tremble uncontrollably.

But Hongjoong didn’t stop.

He grabbed your hips, slamming you down harder, his own pace growing desperate as he chased his release. "Fuck, you’re so tight—so fucking perfect for me," he growled, his breath ragged. "Gonna fill you up again. Gonna make sure you walk out of here dripping with my cum so everyone knows who you fucking belong to."

His words sent another shudder down your spine, and before you could even process it, he groaned, thrusting deep one last time before spilling inside you, his warmth flooding your already-used cunt.

You collapsed against him, body spent, his cock still buried inside you as you both caught your breath. But just as you thought he was finished, you heard the telltale sound of the recording playing back.

The filthy, wet sounds of your bodies colliding, your desperate cries, his rough, dominant growls—it all played through the speakers, louder than before.

Hongjoong smirked against your skin, his fingers lazily tracing circles over your thigh. "Hope you know," he murmured, his voice dark with amusement, "this one’s getting saved in a special folder."

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Made To Fit Right In Our Pockets Joongie during 'Birthday' promotions - Logbook #173

+Bonus: Literally Two Sauces Long

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HONGJOONG 250225 ©fancam by me

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A PIRATES NIGHT IN

✶PAIRING: Pirate! Hongjoong x Fem! Mate Reader (Ft. Ateez members)

✶WARNING: Smut, Mean dom! Hongjoong, BDSM (tying up), dacryphilia, oral sex (on reader), missionary, anal, doggy position, veiny cock Hongjoong, begging.

✶SUMMARY: After a long day on deck, you return to your cabin to find Captain Hongjoong waiting, mischief in his eyes. With rope in hand, he suggests something new—tying you up, testing your trust as the waves outside mirror the night’s rising tension.

✶WORD-COUNT: 5.4k

The door to the captain’s quarters groaned on its hinges as you stepped inside, the scent of aged oak and bergamot oil wrapping around you like a lover’s embrace. The lanterns casted a flickering golden light across the wooden walls, your eyes landed on him. Captain Hongjoong. Your Hongjoong. He stood silhouetted against the room’s lone porthole, the dying sun painting his brown mullet in molten, in his usual pirate attire—though slightly undone, like he had just rid himself of the day's burdens. The black shirt he wore was unbuttoned at the top, revealing a teasing glimpse of his collarbones and the silver chain resting against his skin. His captain’s coat, the signature deep red with gold embellishments, was draped lazily over the chair beside the bed. He didn’t turn, but you felt his awareness like a physical touch—the slight tilt of his head, the deliberate way he set down his rum goblet, the leather of his gloves creaking as he flexed his fingers.

“Took you long enough,” he drawled, finally pivoting to face you. His eyes—dark as a midnight strait—raked over your travel-stained clothes. “Did you stop to braid the fucking kelp on your way here?”

You rolled your eyes, kicking the door shut with your boot. “Your crew’s still unloading the crates. If you wanted me sooner, you should’ve carried me here yourself.”

His smirk was a blade unsheathed. “Careful, treasure. I might take you up on that.”

The room seemed to shrink as he closed the distance between you, his boots thudding against the floorboards in a rhythm that matched your suddenly erratic pulse. He stopped a hair’s breadth away, the heat of him seeping through your shirt, his gaze dropping to your parted lips.

“You’re late,” he murmured, thumb brushing the apple of your cheek. “I don’t tolerate lateness.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, stepping further into the room, the wooden floor creaking softly beneath your black boots. “Unlike you, I actually had work to do,” you shot back, unfastening the belt that held your own weapons before setting it aside. “Not all of us get to lounge around looking pretty.”

Hongjoong let out a low chuckle, shifting slightly so there was more space on the bed. “First of all,” he started, tilting his head, “I do not just ‘lounge around.’ I lead. I strategize, sweetie.” His smirk widened. “And second… you think I look pretty?”

You rolled your eyes again, but the warmth creeping up your neck betrayed you. “Shut up.”

“But I missed you, my sweet girl,” he drawled, voice like aged rum—sweet, smoky, and laced with venom. His smirk widened as you rolled your eyes. “Did the crew finally drive you to mutiny? Or were you savoring the anticipation aswell?”

You unfastened your weapon belt with a huff, letting it slump to the floor beside his discarded boots. “San tried to teach Mingi how to juggle daggers. They nearly took out Yeosang’s eye.”

Hongjoong’s laugh was low, a velvet rasp that prickled the hairs on your neck. “And you intervened, of course. My noble first mate.” He patted the bed beside him, the mattress dipping beneath his weight as he shifted. “Come. Let me soothe your righteous fury.”

“Soothe?” You arched a brow but sat onto the bed, the wood groaning beneath you. “You’ll need more than pretty words to fix this mood.”

He walked towards you, his arms across his chest as that dangerous smirk was still plastered across his face.. He backed you up against the wall, you were short compared to him.. “such a pretty girl, aren't ya?”

You opened your mouth to retort, but his kiss stole the words—a claiming, all teeth and rum-sweet hunger. His hands fisted in your shirt, yanking you flush against him, the hard line of his cock already pressing insistently against your stomach. You clawed at his coat, desperate for skin, but he gripped your wrists and spun you around, pinning you face-first against the wall.

“Impatient,” he chided, lips grazing the shell of your ear. His knee nudged your legs apart, his erection grinding against your ass. “You think I’ll let you come that easy? After you made me wait?”

You squirmed, but his grip tightened, the leather of his gloves biting into your flesh. “Hongjoong—”

“Captain,” he corrected, nipping your earlobe. “Say it.”

“Fuck you—”

He ground his hips harder, drawing a whimper from your throat. “Say. It.”

“Captain,” you gasped.

“Better.” He released you abruptly, stepping back. “Turn around.”

You obeyed, your back scraping the rough wood as you faced him. His eyes burned with predatory intent, his fingers already working the buckles of his gloves.

“Strip.”

The command hung in the air, heavy as a stormcloud. You hesitated, your fingers trembling at the hem of your shirt.

Hongjoong arched a brow. “Need help?”

The dagger appeared in his hand before you could blink—a sleek sliver of steel that glinted wickedly in the fading light. You froze as he stepped closer, the blade’s cold edge skating up your sternum to rest beneath your chin.

“Hold still,” he purred, dragging the tip downward. The razor-sharp point caught the laces of your shirt, slicing through them with a soft snick. The fabric fell open, baring your chest to the salt-tinged air. His gaze darkened, the dagger dipping lower to hook into your waistband.

“These too,” he murmured, severing the ties with a flick of his wrist. Your trousers pooled at your feet, leaving you in nothing but your smallclothes.

You moved to cover yourself, but he grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head. “Ah-ah. Let me look at you.” His eyes raked over your exposed skin—the heave of your breasts, the goosebumps rising on your stomach, the damp patch already darkening your underthings. “Fuck,” he breathed, dragging his thumb over your bottom lip. “Look at you. Half-undressed and already dripping for me.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but he silenced you with a kiss—deep, devouring, his tongue sweeping into your mouth with a growl that vibrated through your bones. When he pulled back, your lips throbbed, your knees threatening to buckle.

“Bed,” he ordered, nodding toward the massive four-poster dominating the room. “Now.”

You stumbled backward, your legs hitting the mattress as he retrieved something from a brass-bound chest—thick coils of rope, their surfaces gleaming like polished onyx.

“Silk-infused hemp,” he said, running the strands through his fingers. “Stole it from a Venetian pleasure barge. Strong enough to hold a mast…” His eyes met yours, a challenge sparking in their depths. “…soft enough to make you beg.”

Your throat tightened, heat pooling low in your belly. “Y- you want to tie me up?”

He prowled closer, the ropes slithering across the sheets like serpents. “I want to ruin you.” His palm slid up your inner thigh, calluses catching on sensitive skin. “I want you spread open and shaking, screaming my name so loud the fucking kraken hears it.” His fingers brushed your soaked smallclothes, drawing a gasp from your lips. “What do you say, treasure?”

You swallowed, your pulse roaring in your ears. “Wh- what’s the safeword?”

“Calypso,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your racing pulse. “But you won’t need it.”

“Arrogant bastard..”

The ropes cut off your retort, cool and firm as they looped around your left wrist. Hongjoong worked with a sailor’s precision, his fingers deftly knotting a modified square hitch before securing it to the bedpost. The hemp bit into your skin just shy of pain, the sensation oddly grounding.

“Testing,” you muttered, tugging at the bonds.

He smirked, already securing your right wrist. “You’ll have to do better than that.”

By the time he’d lashed your ankles to the footboard, spread eagle and utterly vulnerable, your breath came in shallow bursts. The ropes framed you like a forbidden manuscript—every secret laid bare, every tremor documented. Hongjoong stepped back, his gaze ravenous as it swept over your exposed body.

“Perfect,” he rasped, dragging a hand through his hair. “Fucking perfect.”

He stood up from the bed and undressed with agonizing slowness, each revealed inch of skin a provocation. The bandanna came first, followed by his shirt—buttons slipping free to reveal sun-kissed muscle and a tapestry of scars. Your mouth watered as he hooked his thumbs into his trousers, sliding them down his hips with a groan of relief.

“See something you like?” he purred, fully erect and unashamed.

You didn’t dignify him with a reply, but your traitorous gaze lingered on the thick length of him—flushed and heavy, a bead of precum glistening at the tip. He chuckled, crawling onto the bed with predatory grace, his knees bracketing your thighs.

“You’ll get your fill,” he promised, lips grazing your collarbone. “When I’m done with you.”

His mouth was a brand, searing a path down your body. He lingered at your breasts, sucking bruises into the tender flesh until your back arched off the mattress.

“Stay still,” he ordered, pressing a palm to your stomach.

You whimpered, the ropes creaking as you fought the urge to grind against his thigh. He smirked, nipping the inside of your knee.

“Needy little thing,” he taunted, breath hot against your inner thigh. “All this fuss over a taste?”

Before you could say anything, He scooted down, His head going in between your thighs as his tongue licked a stripe up your slit, and the world dissolved.

The ropes creak as you strain against them, your back arching off the sweat-damp sheets, but Hongjoong doesn’t relent. His mouth is a brand, searing a path up the inside of your thigh with deliberate slowness, his stubble scraping your sensitive skin just hard enough to make you whimper. He pauses at the junction of your hip, teeth grazing the fluttering pulse there, and you bite your lip hard enough to taste copper.

“P- please..” You whisper out, whining as you throw your head back from the pleasure and the teasing.

His laugh is a dark, velvet rasp against your skin. “Please what, treasure?” He drags his tongue along the crease where your thigh meets your core, inhaling sharply at the scent of your arousal. “Use your words.”

You choke back a sob, the ropes biting into your wrists as you try—and fail—to grind against his face. He tsks, gripping your hips and slamming you back down against the mattress.

“None of that,” he murmurs, his breath a hot tease against your soaked folds. “You’ll take what I give you. When I give it.” His thumbs hook into your inner thighs, spreading you wider, and the cool sea air licks at your exposed flesh. “Look at this,” he growls, dragging a single finger through your slickness. “Dripping for me like a common tavern whore.. Disgraceful.”

The insult coils hot in your belly, your hips jerking involuntarily. Hongjoong’s eyes flash, and before you can react, his mouth is on you—devouring you—tongue lapping at your clit with broad, relentless strokes. You cry out, the sound echoing off the cabin walls, but he doesn’t slow, doesn’t soften. His nose grinds against your clit as he laps at your entrance, drinking you down like a man dying of thirst.

“Hongjoong—!”

He pulls back just enough to growl against your skin, “Captain.” His teeth graze your clit, the threat implicit, and you shudder violently.

“Captain,” you gasp, your voice breaking. “Please, I—I can’t—”

“You can,” he interrupts, nipping your inner thigh. “And you will.” His tongue plunges into you without warning, fucking you in deep, filthy strokes that leave you clawing at the ropes. You’re distantly aware of the bedposts groaning, of the ship itself seeming to rock harder against the waves as he works you over. His free hand slides up your stomach, calloused fingers pinching your nipple roughly, and you scream, the dual sensations coiling the tension in your belly to a breaking point.

“That’s it,” he rasps against your cunt, his voice vibrating through your core. “Fucking scream for me. Let the whole crew hear what a greedy little thing you are.” He seals his lips around your clit again, sucking hard, and your vision whites out—

Just as you’re about to tip over the edge, he stops. Your entire body seizes, a broken sob tearing from your throat. “What?- W- why'd you stop?”

Hongjoong sits back on his heels, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes glinting with malice. “Did I say you could cum?”

You’re trembling violently, tears pricking your eyes. “Please,” you beg, your voice raw. “I need... I need to—”

“You need nothing,” he snaps, crawling up your body to loom over you. His cock brushes against your thigh, hard and leaking, but he makes no move to enter you. “You’re mine. Your pleasure is mine to give. To take.” He grips your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. “Do you understand?”

You nod frantically, your chest heaving. He smirks, trailing a finger down your throat to circle your nipple. “Use your words, pet.”

“Y-yes,” you stammer. “Yes, Captain.”

“Good girl...” The praise is a caress, a poison, and you whimper as he dips his head to suck your nipple into his mouth. His tongue flicks the hardened peak, his teeth grazing it just shy of pain, and you arch into him, desperate for friction. But he pulls away again, leaving you gasping.

“So needy,” he taunts, sliding back down your body. His breath ghosts over your clit, and you jerk against the ropes, a broken plea spilling from your lips.

“Joong, please.. I can't hold it!” You continue to beg but he ignores you, his tongue instead tracing slow, torturous circles around your clit. Not touching it. Not quite. You’re writhing now, tears streaming down your face, your entire body strung tight as a bow.

“Captain,” you sob, “I’ll—I’ll do anything, please—”

“Anything?” He pauses, glancing up at you through his lashes. The sight is obscene—his lips glistening with your arousal, his hair mussed, his eyes black with hunger. “Beg.”

You choke on a whimper. “Please let me come. Please, I—I can’t take it—”

“You can,” he purrs, lazily dipping his head to lap at your entrance. “And you will.” His tongue fucks into you again, deep and rhythmic, and you’re sobbing openly now, your thighs shaking as he brings you to the edge once more. Just as you’re about to break, he withdraws, blowing a cold stream of air over your throbbing clit.

You scream, the sound raw and guttural, your hips bucking wildly against the ropes. Hongjoong laughs, low and dark, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh.

“Pathetic,” he murmurs, though his voice is thick with arousal. “All this fuss over a little tongue.” His fingers replace his mouth, two digits sliding into you with ease. “Look at you,” he croons, curling his fingers upward to stroke that sweet, spongy spot inside you. “Taking my fingers like you were made for it.”

You’re babbling now—pleas, curses, fragments of his name—as he scissors his fingers, stretching you. His thumb finds your clit, rubbing tight, rapid circles, and your entire body bows off the bed.

“Such a pathetic whore, arent you? Being late on purpose, probably flirting with the crew? Hm?” He teases you more and more. You couldn't take it, tears started to roll down your cheeks from pain and pleasure. “Cum.”

The command snaps the last thread of your control. You shatter with a scream, your cunt clamping down on his fingers as the orgasm rips through you. Hongjoong fucks you through it, his fingers unrelenting, his thumb still working your clit until you’re sobbing from oversensitivity.

As you squirt on his face, he swallows everything. Just as you thought he was done, he dives back in. His hands are iron clamps on your hips, pinning you to the mattress as his mouth works you open. You writhe, the ropes sawing into your wrists and ankles, but he doesn’t relent. His tongue is a blade, a lash, a supplicant’s prayer—lapping at your clit with short, vicious flicks that leave you gasping. He slows every time you near the edge, switching to long, languid strokes that skirt the nerve-rich bud entirely. You’re slick with sweat and arousal, the sheets beneath you soaked through, but he only groans against your cunt, his nose grinding into your clit as he inhales you.

He ignores your plea, his lips sealing around your entrance to suck hard. The sudden pressure wrings a scream from your throat, your hips jerking wildly, but he pins you down, his thumbs digging into the soft flesh of your inner thighs. You’re split open, exposed, his breath scalding the parts of you that ache, and when he finally draws your clit between his teeth, you sob, your vision fracturing.

You cum with a shattered cry, your cunt tightening around his fingers, your liquid gushing out. He growls, redoubling his efforts, his tongue lapping at your clit as he fucks you through the aftershocks. You’re begging now, nonsensical pleas spilling from your lips, but he doesn’t stop. Not until you’re limp, your body twitching with oversensitivity.

You let out a lewd whine as he withdraws immediately, crawling up your body to capture your lips in a vicious kiss. You taste yourself on his tongue, bitter and sweet, as he grinds his cock against your hip.

“You did s'good for me,” He smirks, crawling up your body to kiss you—deep, possessive, your taste sharp on his tongue. When he pulls back, his voice is a wreck. “Now you’ll take my cock.”

The air was thick with the stench of sex and salt, your body a trembling canvas of sweat and spit and the metallic tang of blood from where you’ve bitten through your lip. Hongjoong looms above you, his chest heaving, the muscles in his arms flexing as he braces himself against the bedposts. His cock glistens with your arousal, veins pulsing along its length like ropes under storm-strained sails, the flushed head dripping precum onto your quivering stomach. He doesn’t give you time to breathe. Doesn’t let you think. One hand fists in your hair, yanking your head back to expose your throat as he notches himself at your entrance.

“Look at me,” he commands, voice graveled and raw.

You obey, your vision blurred with tears, but he doesn’t wait for your focus to sharpen. He slams into you in a single, brutal thrust, sheathing himself to the hilt. The stretch burns, your walls clamping down around him instinctively, but he growls, low and feral, his hips already pistoning into you with a rhythm that rattles the bedframe.

“Fuck!” you choke out, the pain-pleasure sparking through your nerves like cannonfire.

Hongjoong’s hand slides down to grip your throat, his thumb pressing against your windpipe just enough to make your vision swim. “You’ll take it,” he snarls, his pace unrelenting. “Take every inch. Beg for it.”

You can’t. The words die in your throat as he angles his hips, the head of his cock grinding against that sweet, deep spot inside you. Your back arches, a broken moan tearing from your lips, but his hand clamps over your mouth, stifling the sound.

“Quiet,” he hisses, his breath hot against your ear. “You want the whole crew to hear how desperate you are? To know their captain’s reduced you to a sobbing, dripping whore?” His hips snap harder, the slap of skin echoing off the wooden walls. “Maybe I’ll let them watch. Let them see you choke on my cock when I’m done wrecking this greedy cunt.”

You shake your head wildly, tears spilling over his fingers, but he only laughs, the sound dark and unhinged. His free hand finds your breast, pinching your nipple between thumb and forefinger with cruel precision. You scream against his palm, the dual sensations of agony and ecstasy coiling your orgasm tight in your belly.

“That’s it,” he croons, releasing your nipple to slap your cheek—not hard, but enough to make your head snap to the side. “Come for me. Let me feel that pretty cunt milk my cock.”

You’re sobbing openly now, your hips grinding up to meet his thrusts, your body betraying you as pleasure overrides shame. He feels it—the way your walls flutter, the way your legs tremble—and he grins, animalistic like a predator hunting its prey.

Your orgasm rips through you like a hurricane, your pussy clenched down on him in violent pulses. Hongjoong curses, his rhythm faltering as he fucks you through it, his own release building. You feel him swell, feel the hot spill of his cum flooding your womb, but he doesn’t stop. Doesn’t slow. His hand leaves your mouth to grip your hip, his nails breaking skin as he drags you onto his cock over and over, milking himself dry inside you.

“Fuck,” he snarls, his voice cracking. “Fuck, look at you... s'ruined. All Mine.”

You can’t speak. Can’t think. Your body is a live wire, every nerve pulsing, but he’s already pulling out, his cum dripping down your thighs as he flips you onto your stomach. The ropes bite into your wrists as he yanks your hips up, your ass exposed to the damp, salt-tinged air. You feel the blunt head of his cock nudge against your asshole, and panic lances through you.

“C-captain— wait-” You whine out but he doesn't listen to you. You were his. His prisoner, his mate, his treasure.

The spit he drags over his cock is a cold, insufficient warning before he’s pushing in, the stretch burning, your scream piercing the humid air. Hongjoong slaps your ass hard, the crack of his palm against your skin drowning your cry.

“Take it,” he demands, sinking deeper, the burn bordering on unbearable. “Take every inch, you greedy slut”

You suck in a ragged gasp, your fingers clawing at the sheets as he bottoms out, your ass clenching around him in shocked pulses. He groans, low and wrecked, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise.

“Shit,” he rasps, dragging out slowly before slamming back in. “Tighter than your cunt. So perfect...”

The pain bleeds into pleasure as he sets a relentless pace, your body yielding to him with every thrust. His hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back to arch your spine, his mouth latching onto the nape of your neck. You feel his teeth break skin, the sting sharp and bright, as he fucks into you with punishing force.

“Hongjoong” you sob, the honorific mangled by a scream as he slams into your g-spot.

“Good girl,” he praises, his voice guttural. “Taking my cock so well. Filthy girl.” His hand snakes around to your front, fingers finding your clit, and you jolt, oversensitive and raw. “Cum again,” he orders, rubbing tight circles as he pounds into you. “Now.”

You can’t. You’re empty, wrung out, but his fingers are merciless, his cock stoking the embers of your ruined nerves. You scream, a hoarse, broken sound, as another orgasm tears through you, your ass clenching around him in rhythmic spasms. Hongjoong roars, his hips stuttering as he spills inside you a second time, his cum hot and thick as he pumps you full.

He collapses over you, his chest slick with sweat against your back, his lips grazing your ear. “You think I’m finished with you?” he murmurs, his hand sliding up to grip your throat. “You’ll take me all night. Until you forget your own name.”

His cock, still hard, still insatiable, slides back into your cunt with a wet, filthy sound. You choke on a sob, your body trembling as he starts again. You were so worn out. But you could take it, you weren't going to use your safe word.

The salt-stung breeze licks your sweat-slicked skin as Hongjoong pins you against the ship’s weathered rail, your back pressed to his chest, his cock buried to the hilt in your ass. The horizon bleeds into dawn, streaks of gold and violet staining the sky, but all you see are the white-knuckled grips of your hands on the rail, the way your trembling thighs glisten with a slick mix of his cum and yours. He doesn’t fuck you—he unmakes you. Each drag of his cock is a slow, sadistic withdrawal, the swollen head catching on your rim before he slams back in, the force knocking a broken sob from your throat.

“Quieter,” he rasps in your ear, one hand fisted in your hair, the other palming your throat. “Or should I let the tide have your screams?”

You choke on the threat, your hips grinding back against him instinctively, greedy for the burn. “N-no sir... I-i'll be a good girl.” He rewards you with his signature laugh, dark and velvety, his teeth sinking into the side of your shoulder. The pain is bright, grounding, and you whimper as he releases his grip on your hair to slide his hand down your stomach, calloused fingers finding your clit.

“Pathetic,” he murmurs, circling the swollen bud with agonizing slowness. “Begging for my cock in your ass while your cunt drips for it.” His thumb presses down hard, and your vision whites out, your body seizing around him.

You shatter silently, your mouth gaping in a soundless scream as the orgasm rips through you once more. Hongjoong groans, his hips stuttering as your ass clenches around him, but he doesn’t spill. Not yet. He withdraws abruptly, leaving you empty and trembling, and spins you to face him. Your back hits the rail, the sea roaring below, and he hauls your leg over his hip, his cock nudging at your entrance.

“Taste,” he orders as he pulls your hair back, smearing your arousal across your tongue. “Taste what a slut you are for me.”

The bitterness of your cum mixes with the salt on your lips, and you gag, but he doesn’t relent. He shoves two fingers into your mouth, fucking your throat in time with his cock, and your moans vibrate around his knuckles.

“That’s it,” he praises, his voice ragged. “Take it. Take all of it.”

He spills down your throat first, his fingers holding your jaw open as he pumps his cum onto your tongue. You swallow reflexively, tears streaming down your face, but he’s not done. He withdraws his fingers, drags you to your knees, and slaps his cock against your lips.

“Clean it,” he growls, his grip tight in your hair.

You lap at him, kitten-weak, your tongue swirling around the head to collect the mess of your mixed fluids. He hisses, his hips jerking forward, and you take him deeper, hollowing your cheeks as he fucks your mouth with shallow thrusts. The deck groans beneath you, the ship swaying as if caught in the storm of his hunger, and when he finally pulls away, you collapse against his thighs, gasping.

The world softens to a honeyed haze, the only sound the ragged sync of your breaths and the distant creak of the ship settling into the embrace of the sea. Hongjoong collapses beside you, his chest heaving, sweat-slick skin gluing your bodies together where they touch. His hand finds yours in the tangle of sheets, fingers interlacing with a gentleness that feels foreign after hours of brutality. You flinch when his thumb brushes over the raw marks left by the ropes, and he stills, his breath catching.

“Look at me,” he murmurs, not a command but a plea.

You turn your head, your cheek sticky with dried tears. His face is a ruin—lips swollen from biting back his own noises, hair matted to his forehead, eyes dark and human. Not the pirate captain. Not the monster. Just a man.

He cups your face, his touch featherlight, as if you might dissolve under anything firmer. “Did I—” He stops, throat bobbing. “You okay, treasure?”

You nod, your voice a shredded thing. His exhale trembles. He leans in, pressing his forehead to yours, his breath warm and uneven against your lips. “Good,” he whispers, the word fraying at the edges. “Good.”

You don’t realize you’re crying again until he swipes a tear away with his thumb. He kisses the damp trail it leaves, his lips lingering at your temple, then the hinge of your jaw, then the pulse point of your throat—each press an apology, a vow, a reminder. His hand skims down your body, mapping the bruises, the bite marks, the places where his greed left you trembling. When his fingers graze your abused cunt, you jerk, a whimper slipping out.

“Shhh,” he soothes, tucking your head under his chin. “You're okay.” His voice cracks. “You did so good for me, darling..”

The silence stretches, the ship’s timbers groaning like an old lover. Moonlight spills through the cabin window, painting silver stripes over Hongjoong’s scars, the flex of his biceps as he reaches for a waterskin. He lifts your head gently, trickling cool liquid over your lips. You drink greedily, choking slightly, and he hushes you, his palm rubbing slow circles between your shoulder blades.

You nuzzle into his throat, inhaling the musk of sex and sea salt, and his breath hitches. His hand drifts lower, fingertips skating over the curve of your hip. “Tomorrow,” he promises, voice low and dangerous. “Tomorrow, I’ll fuck you against the figurehead. Let the entire crew hear how well you take me. Let them see.”

A shiver races down your spine. "You're so mean!" You giggle, but he silences you with a kiss, slow and deep and tender, his tongue tracing the seam of your lips like he’s memorizing you.

“Sleep,” He smiles, rolling to pin you beneath him, his weight a familiar anchor. His nose nudges yours, his breath warm.

You want to fight it. Want to claw the exhaustion from your bones and reignite the fire he’s reduced to embers. But your body betrays you, sinking into the mattress, your limbs heavy as cannon shot. Hongjoong tugs a fur-lined blanket over you both, his arms banded around your waist, his heartbeat a steady drum against your back.

“My baby,” he murmurs into your hair, the word slurring with sleep.

You want to correct him. Want to snarl that he’s yours, that every scar, every roar, every drop of blood in his veins belongs to you now. But sleep drags you under, his breath warm on your neck, his fingers still loosely curled around your wrist—a claim even in rest.

The next morning, Hongjoong kicks the meeting room door open with his boot, you cradled in his arms like a half-sacked treasure. His shirt hangs off your frame inside-out, the sleeves knotted at your wrists, and your hair resembles a bird’s nest after a typhoon. The crew freezes—Yunho with a treasure chest in his hands, Wooyoung mid-sip of coffee, Yeosang’s eyebrow twitching like a loaded pistol.

“Morning,” Hongjoong declares, plopping you into his captain’s chair at the head of the table.

Seonghwa leans back, folding his arms. “So. Dress code’s just… non-existent now?”

Hongjoong shrugs, stealing a piece of toast from Jongho’s hand. “Dress code’s whatever I say it is.”

Mingi, sprawled in his seat with dark circles rivaling a raccoon’s, raises his coffee mug. “Well, I had a fantastic sleep. So restful. Barely heard a thing.” His voice drips theatrical sarcasm. “Just… waves. Birds. The occasional shrieking—”

The table explodes. Jongho snorts tea out his nose, San slaps Mingi’s shoulder hard enough to bruise, and even Seonghwa cracks a smile. You’re wheezing, clutching the table’s edge, when Hongjoong mutters, “Traitors, all of you,” though his grin betrays him.

Wooyoung wipes tears from his eyes. “Captain’s gone full romantic! Next he’ll be writing sonnets!”

“Sonnets?” Hongjoong lobs a grape at him. “I’ll sonnet your skull—”

You grab his wrist, still giggling. “Stop, you’re making it worse.”

He pauses, then leans down, voice a rumble only you hear. “You started this.”

“And I’ll finish it,” you whisper back, tugging his crooked collar straight.

The crew erupts in exaggerated gagging sounds. Seonghwa tosses a sugar cube at Hongjoong’s head. “Get a cabin.”

“This is my ship,” Hongjoong fires back, but he’s already lifting you again, chair and all, ignoring the uproar as he carries you toward the door.

“Meeting adjourned!” you call over his shoulder, grinning at the chaos.

Their laughter follows you down the hall—a raucous, sunlit rebellion—as Hongjoong mutters about mutiny, his arms unshakably steady around you. God, this was going to be a long day...

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Okay idk if this is weird but I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how the members of ateez would kiss someone and idk I felt like sharing it and see if anyone sees my vision or not😅

For example when it comes to Wooyoung I don’t think he’s a biter when it comes to kissing but he’s greedy, won’t stop kissing like he does it over and over deepening the kiss as much as he can because he loves kissing and making you breathless.

Mingi I see as a light biter? Like he bites your lower lip once or twice as he kisses you slowly with a small smirk and his hands holding your head caressing your cheeks as well.

San I think kisses you in like short intervals because he likes seeing your face and seeing how beautiful you are until he looses it and just need to kiss you all over your face.

Seonghwa I feel like depends on what mood he’s in, it’s either sweet and gentle kisses or it’s deep rough kisses when he’s in the mood like he won’t stop until he feels he’s gotten what he wanted.

Hongjoong is lazy kisses most of the time, just laying together cuddling and only like kissing each other for hours. I feel like it’s something he’d enjoy just the intimacy of it all.

Yunho? I’m not entirely sure here it’s either a very normal kiss or it’s a lil bit freaky you know? Like perhaps he got you cornered, hoisting you up so he can kiss you or holding your chin so you can’t turn away.

And lastly I feel like Jongho and Yeosang have similar kissing styles, both very shy at first if there’s potentially someone who could enter and see them but if they’re alone and in the mood they will take charge and be demanding in what they want. Maybe even a little rough when kissing you.🤔

Sorry if this is weird getting as an ask but it’s been in my head for days and I had to tell someone about it before my head explodes😭

ACK IM SORRY FOR NOT GETTING TO THIS SOONER

but omfg you're so right on all of these 😩😩

[hwallazia]

MIRROR MIRROR – 최산

⋆ synopsis. your boyfriend convinces you to try something... new.

pairing. boyfriend! san & fem! reader

wc. 1,6k

warnings. smut (mdni!), soft dom! san & sub! reader, mirror kink, size kink, pussy slapping, reader’s body is defined as “tiny” (comparing it with san’s), fingering, clit play, overstimulation, praise (like fr they’re whipped for each other), dirty talk, pet names (jagi, princess, sannie & more), teasing & mocking (the dynamic duo 🙂‍↕️), this is not proofread it’s almost 4am y’all.

nic’s notes ⋆ y’all can totally blame @dirtyrichboys for this one (literally had the time of my life writing this)

“don’t pull your eyes away from the mirror or i’ll stop.”

san grunted as his skillful fingers pumped inside you at a primal pace, the squelching sound of your gushing pussy delighting the man. your core was quivering, unsure of what to do, what to plead for. your fingers clutched onto his thighs as if your life depended on it.

the view was starting to become unbearable, but you were getting closer and closer to the edge.

and san was enjoying himself way too much.

san’s frame outlined yours, his broad shoulders doubling the size of your tiny core. his strong upper body supported your crumbled body, muscly arms manhandling you as he pleased. he snaked one arm over your uncovered waist, keeping you in place, still, as the other glided over your thigh so that he could work you open with his fingers. your glistening juices shined under the dim light of his room, your puffy pussy lips enveloping san’s fingers perfectly, greedily sucking him in, begging for release. san chuckled as he felt how desperate you were to come.

‘cause yes, he could feel it. the way your body trembled against his, the way you were struggling to keep your eyes open and not hide yourself in san’s neck or chest, the way your walls clamped down on his fingers tighter with every passing second.

he had you there.

the shit-eating grin that appeared on his face almost pulled a pathetic whine out of you. you were desperate, you couldn’t stand staring at your shaky reflection any longer, yet you couldn’t close your eyes.

no, because san said you couldn’t. no, because if you did, he’d stop.

and girl did you want him to stop.

“what’s wrong, jagi?” he teased, his tone drowned in an ocean of sins. his natural honey-dripping voice was now replaced by a low, deep baritone. “need to come?”

the arm that held you in place sneaked down your valley, index connecting with your swollen clit. you started squirming as you followed his movements, a strange anxious feeling bubbling inside you. “n-no! sannie—” 

you pleaded, too late.

his index and middle finger quickly started their ministration, stroking each nerve and spot that had your toes curling; your words cut off mid-sentence. you couldn’t help but scrunch your eyes, incapable of bearing with the overwhelming feeling. you rocked your head back, skull hitting san’s firm chest. and that’s when san pulled his fingers out of your seeping cunt, hand gliding up your cheeks to squeeze them, pressing them together gently enough so that he didn’t hurt you.

“what did i tell you, princess?” he groaned in a velvety voice, sharp and authoritative. “keep. your eyes. on the mirror.”

his stern voice cut through thin air, immediately pulling you out of your haze. you opened your eyes wide enough to be able to stare at your figure in the mirror. his fingers returned home and slammed into the warmth of your inviting, pulsating hole, your weakened body jolting upward as your back arched into a perfect crescent moon. he replaced the fingers he kept busy on your bundle of nerves with his thumb, applying the perfect amount of pressure so that your moans grew more breathless and desperate with each passing moment.

his feline, sharp eyes peered holes into your divine reflection, hungrily watching your every movement like a hunter to his prey: every twitch of your cunt, every shudder that ran through your core, every whine that you exhaled satisfyingly.

but he was lowkey watching his reflection as well.

every now and then, his eyes would drift off and fall into his well-built, pumped bicep. then he’d mindlessly look at his body, overshadowing and completely covering your shuddering figure. fuck, you looked so cute, helpless and pliant under his touch and command.

you shifted incessantly in your place as you felt the coil inside your stomach starting to snap, your eyes watering immediately. your bottom lip quivered as you softly whispered. “sannie, please—“

the combination of his thick fingers pistoning into your wet entrance and his fat thumb playing with your puffy bud was starting to become unbearable, too much. san hummed lowly, the sound rumbling through his chest and vibrating against your back.

he was so in love with you and everything about you.

“fuck baby, look at you.” he hushed, spreading wet, lingering kisses all over your neck, his tongue greedily lapping its side. “doing so good f’ me.” he closed his eyes for a bit, immersing himself into the aura of the moment, the dreamy haze he always felt whenever he had this kind of intimacy with you. “i love you, i love you so much.” he repeated mumbling, meeting your teary-eyed expression in the mirror. “you’re so beautiful,” he paused for a brief second, taking in the view: you, leg-spread with his fingers working you open, slowly pushing you into the abyss. “my beautiful girlfriend.” his head fell down your shoulder, sticky forehead meeting your sweaty skin. “i’m so lucky i get to call you mine.” 

you nodded even though he wasn’t looking at you. “yes, sannie. yes,” you breathed sharply. “’m yours and—ugh!— ‘nd only yours..” you confessed, though it wasn’t news. your voice cracked but you couldn’t care less.

you could’ve closed your eyes and just get lost into the heat of the moment, but you simply couldn’t. you had already disobeyed your sannie once, you weren’t going to do so twice. 

and that just explains the effect this man has on you, how whipped you are for him, how much you’re drawn to his love.

san’s dark irises returned to your reflection, a soft glint sparkling in them. “that’s my pretty girl.” he kept on going with his ministrations, his smirk wider as your moans grew in volume; body twitching more violently now. “i can feel you, baby.. you’re right.. there,” his working thumb slowed down its pace to a stop, withdrawing from its position; a chill breeze sending shivers down your shoulders. he raised his hand right above your oozing cunt before landing light slaps on your swollen clit, sparks blowing inside you.

you twitched, whining wantonly. “fffuck, sannie..!” you exhaled. “if you keep doing that—angh!” your back arched as he hit your pussy with another sharp smack.

you suffered while trying to keep your eyes on the mirror, nails digging into san’s muscly thighs. until you couldn’t handle it anymore. “sannie.. no more, i can’t—fuck.. i can’t, please..”

you begged him for an ounce of mercy, which meant he allowed you to hide your face in his chest as you came undone for him.

and san would never tell you this, but he loved every time you did that.

so how could he possibly resist that?

he sighed, intoxicated by the effect your words and pleas had on him. “fuck, yeah—yeah, jagi, come,” he grunted. “just let go and come, my princess.”

you immediately gyrated your head, a desperate hand flying straight to san’s neck. your fingers pressed against his nape as your half-lidded eyes finally fell closed, frowned brows and your jaw hung open complimenting your blissed-out expression. a string of breathy moans and pants fell off your tongue as you came undone for him, legs throbbing as clear liquid sprayed out of your gushing cunt. 

your hot breath fanned san’s exposed chest, a weird wave of coziness and possessiveness washing over him. he continued mumbling praises right above your ear, riding your orgasm better than you could ever. 

the shuddering ceased and your limbs went numb, totally spent and lightheaded.

san’s hands abandoned your overstimulated pussy and shifted upwards, adjusting your body so san was cradling you, dilated irises staring right into your soul in the most endearing and romantic way.

san smiled at the sight, sweetness pouring out of his lovely grin. “there she is.” he cooed at you, “there’s my girl.”

he leaned closer, almost towering over you to press a tender kiss on your forehead. you stared up at him, consumed by his loving gaze.

until something hard rubbed against your arm, which was pressed against his abs. 

oh.

of course you had felt his erection poking your lower back moments ago, but you were so lost in the feeling, so gone that thinking about anything else was the furthest thing from your mind.“wait but, what about you?” you couldn’t help but ask.

“ah that?” he stared down his hard-on nonchalantly, immediately brushing off your concern. “don’t worry, i’ll take care of it in a moment,” he said with a sweet smile plastered on his face, he gently moved you off him, adjusting you on the tangled sheets until you were lying comfortably. slowly, he crawled out of bed, circling around the mattress before leaning down, his body hunching over yours. a soothing hand reached up, tenderly brushing a few stray locks of hair from your face. “you must be exhausted, so just stay here while i go and get something to clean you up.” he offered with that silky voice of his. 

you grabbed his arm before he could stand up and walk away. “but i want to.” you volunteered. “please?”

oh no, not the puppy eyes. he sighed and sat down next to you, mumbling in a low whisper. “how could i say no to that..” 

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[kitten4sannie]

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ᴄᴜᴄᴋᴏʟᴅ/ᴄᴜᴍ ᴘʟᴀʏ ➠ ᴍɪɴɢɪ/ʜᴏɴɢᴊᴏᴏɴɢ

pairing: singer/rapper bf! mingi x fem! reader x guitarist! hongjoong

genre: band au, smut

summary: your bf’s band has such a good set, that he doesn’t mind sharing you with the handsy guitarist. anything for his baby. he just wants to assess the damage afterwards.

w.c: 3.2k

warnings: open relationship, mentioned alcohol/drugs use, dom! mingi/hongjoong, joongie’s got a tongue piercing ^^, sub! reader, so muchhh cucky behavior, mxm if you squint, teasing, perversion, dirty talk, degradation, pet names, fingering, oral (receiving), voyeurism/exhibitionism, unprotected rough sex, actual phone sex, creampie, two seconds of cockwarming, cum eating, more oral and fingering, some clit nibbling, squirting

a/n: urgghh im obsessed with tunnel and mingi and hongjoong’s guitar solo and just minjoong in general hhhhhnn also idkw happened but hongjoong is giving me more and more brainworms these days and i just i’m uhhhhh 🧎🏻‍♀️so yeah please enjoy whatever this is <33

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You were always full of nerves before your boyfriend’s band went on, especially when the previous band was finishing up their encore. Hanging out backstage was always hectic too, the venue’s employees running around like headless chickens in pursuit of completing the latest task their manager gave them, members of other bands and their entourages engaging in boisterous conversations, drinking, and doing drugs amongst themselves, their actions up to par with the touring lifestyle. It wasn’t until you ran into the guitarist of your boyfriend’s band, Hongjoong, that your nerves doubled, but for a different reason. 

“Y/N, there you are. Where have you been, huh?” Hongjoong greeted you with a hug, resting his solo cup against your lower back, his free hand moving down to your ass, squeezing it a few times through your skirt, sighing against your skin, his body relaxing against yours. “I missed my stress toy…” 

“Joong,” you whined, pushing gently at his leather bound chest, your hand almost getting tangled in one of his silver chained necklaces. “You always get so grabby before a show. What if Mingi sees?” 

Hongjoong rolled his eyes, leaning his face into your neck, alcohol on his breath. “You know he wants to see it. And it’s not my fault I can't keep my hands off you. Just look at you…” The buzzed guitarist gazed down at your body with hooded eyes, his jaw tightening up more and more the longer he pictured what you looked like folded up for him and taking everything he had to give. “You’d look so good underneath me, baby. Spread open all nice and wide…fuck….” 

“Joongie, please…” you whispered, squeezing your thighs together, pressing your back into the concrete wall behind you, feeling him press further into you as a result. 

“You can beg for me after the show, sweetheart. Just let me get a peek, okay?” Knowing he had you right where he wanted you, Hongjoong slowly ran a calloused finger along your jaw, down your neck to your rising chest, pleased with the way your breath hitched, his dark eyes flitting between your gaze and the slope of your bare tits through your thin white tank top, unable to resist pulling down the neckline of your top until he had a good view of your pebbled nipples. “Look at that. You’re just aching to be touched, aren’t you?” 

You were so wet, you could’ve sworn that you were about to drip all over the backstage floor, barely able to form any coherent words besides a small ‘yeah’, letting the perverted guitarist grab at your hips, his fingers pressing into your hip bones, a low groan leaving his lips. 

“Wanna fuck you, baby, wanna make you mine,” Hongjoong sighed into your ear, about to describe his needs in detail and put his hands all over you when Mingi came around the corner, a lollipop poking through his cheek, his ringed fingers rubbing at the mascara near his lash line. 

Mingi stopped in his tracks, towering over the both of you due to the studded boots he always wore during his shows. He studied you, noticing how flushed you were and how hard you were already breathing. He couldn’t help but to pull his sweet lollipop out to bite at his plump lip, his cock ready to come to life. “Oh? What’s this about, sugar?” 

“Babyy, there you are,” you greeted, bouncing on your heels, making grabby hands at your boyfriend. 

In return, Mingi lifted you up and spun you around in a tight hug, making sure to press a kiss to your cheek before putting you back down in front of his favorite bandmate. 

“Joongie’s being all needy again,” you giggled, leaning back against Hongjoong’s chest. 

“Can’t help it.” Hongjoong casually handed his drink to Mingi who took it and knocked it back, wrapping his arms around you from behind, leaning his head on your shoulder, a sickening smirk gracing his feline-like lips. “Hey, Minnie. Wanna make a bet?”

“What kind of bet?” Mingi licked at the corner of his salivating mouth, pulling at the crotch of his heavy, chained pants, his cock pressed against one of his thighs, growing harder just from seeing the way you fit perfectly inside his bandmate’s arms. Shit. 

“If I nail my guitar solo tonight, will you let me have Y/N for a night?” Hongjoong requested, nuzzling his face against your heated cheek, making a small pouty face at his dear bandmate. 

Mingi knew he shouldn’t be getting this worked up before a show, but it might make him perform better if he was thinking about how bad he wanted you, and how he couldn’t have you until Hongjoong did. He knew the odds of Hongjoong hitting every single note perfectly was a 50/50 chance. His chances were even lower if he had access to a bottle of jack that night, though Mingi was aware that his bandmate was quite skilled with his calloused fingers, only knowing because you wouldn’t shut up about it a few nights ago. 

The lead singer decided he would push all his chips onto the table, knowing he would have his darling to himself either way. You belonged to him, whether you were filled with another man’s load or not. “Sure, as long as you make sure my baby cums.” He sent a charming smile your way, bringing his hand up to caress your cheek, chuckling softly when you pressed a kiss to the side of his thumb, your lips making contact with the cold metal of his large skull ring. 

“Hear that, princess? Min wants me to have you,” Hongjoong purred into your ear from the other side. “And so do you, huh? Is that cunt of yours dripping already? I think we should have a litle peek...” Knowing all three of you would enjoy it, the guitarist snaked his hands around your waist from behind, lifting your skirt up for only Mingi to see, rubbing his rough fingers along your bare cunt.

“I-i heard,” you gasped, grasping at Mingi’s oversized sweater, your fingers going into one of the torn holes it had, leaning your head back against Hongjoong’s shoulder, trying not to make any noise when Mingi joined in, slipping two of his fingers into your pulsing cunt, the feeling of his rings stretching you out further making you jolt. 

“You know what I hear? How fucking wet you already are for us.” Hongjoong said into your ear, his digits rubbing roughly into your clit, his eyes on Mingi’s hooded ones, licking at his lips. “Your girlfriend is such a slut, Min. God, I love it.” 

“She loves it too,” Mingi replied in a gravelly voice,  stepping a little closer to cage you against Hongjoong, pushing the lollipop into your mouth to watch you suck on it. “But you still belong to me…Don’t you, baby?”

“Of course, Minnie. I’m only yours.” You nodded obediently up at him, crunching some of the lollipop in between your teeth when Mingi added another digit inside your tight hole, your thighs trembling slightly. 

“That’s my girl.” Your boyfriend gave you a pretty smile, pressing his hand against the wall near your head to further display his dominance over you, his eyes fixed on your submissive gaze, and the way you just let him fill you up with his thick fingers, his bandmate’s fingers still working you clit like he would would a six string. “Fuck…you’re so sexy like this, baby…” 

“Try not to blow your load before the show,” Hongjoong mused, his smirk growing more and more reminiscent of the Cheshire Cat’s. He was about to tease Mingi more when the previous band sang their last angsty lyric and shredded their remaining guitar notes, silence filling up the air for only a moment, before there was an immediate uproar of rowdy cheers and shouts from the pumped up crowd. 

Your boyfriend’s band was up next and you couldn’t wait to watch them from the sidelines, ready to catch their occasional hungry glances, knowing they were ready to tear you apart once they finished their heavy, energy filled set. 

Mingi delivered as usual, showing off his impressive duality, going from spitting quick, head-turning bars with a devilish smirk on his sweaty face, to expressing emotional, thought provoking lyrics with a soft, expressive voice that would have anyone shedding a tear, his face contorted in melancholic concentration, his hands wrapped tightly around his mic, his dominating stage presence alone having the entire venue in a chokehold throughout the entire set. 

Hongjoong arguably delivered just as well, consistently shredding notes on his sleek guitar with a borderline psychotic look in his eyes and a heinous grin that would make the Devil himself blush, working his rough, agile fingers song after heavy song, never failing to provide Mingi with his own unique back-up vocals. And just like clockwork, despite being a bit tipsy and high on some kind of illegal drug, Hongjoong captivated the large audience with his infamous guitar solo, making everybody in the crowd cream themselves with his nasty riffs. All Hongjoong could do after was push back his sweaty hair and send Mingi a shit-eating smirk, that was returned with a soft chuckle and head shake. He made sure to give you a look too, though this time he had his fingers held up in a V, his pierced tongue sticking out in between them. 

You were in for a busy night. 

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“Hey, eyes on me, baby…” Hongjoong commanded in a low whisper from below you, sitting comfortably on his knees, using his thumbs to keep your cunt spread open for him, watching you writhe around against the wall of the spacious hotel shower, beads of water dripping through his damp bangs and past his smudged eyeliner, pooling in the crevices of his collar bone, the rest trickling down along his dangling necklaces. 

He had easily coaxed you inside his hotel room, not having to do much to get you in his shower, claiming he needed to cool down after giving it his all during the show — though he still made sure to give you his all during your own private show, using his calloused, dexterous fingers to play with your body, delighted with the pretty, wanton sounds he created, wanting nothing more than to write a song about how delicious you looked in that moment — flushed, transfixed on his pierced tongue lapping at your throbbing clit, and moaning out the little pet name you gave him. 

“That’s it….” The side of his lips quirked up a bit at the pout you gave him, before he pursed them and sent a wad of spit directly into you, pushing two fingers back inside you to rub it around your tight, pulsing walls. “I love when you look at me like that.”

“Like what, Joong?” you breathed out, running your fingers through his wet hair, gripping the sides of his head, your thighs beginning to feel like jelly from the way Hongjoong was finger-fucking you into ecstasy. 

“Like you want my cock,” he sighed, unable to keep himself from diving back into your cunt, lapping at your clit and slit like a pussydrunk maniac, easily slipping a third finger inside you. 

“I do…! I need your cock, Joongie, please,” you moaned out, so close to your high that you began to push his face into your cunt, rubbing it against his moving tongue, his piercing repeatedly catching on your clit, driving more pleasured moans out of you, neither of you aware in that moment that your dear perverted boyfriend sat on the other side of the wall, standing fully clothed in his own shower and jerking himself off with fervid desperation, his jeans hanging loosely around his jolting hips. 

“You’ll have it, baby, I promise. Cum on my tongue first,” he said with his lips against your soaked cunt, curling his fingers and rubbing at the gummy spot inside you, sending you over the edge, sticking his tongue out to catch your arousal on it, his cock throbbing at the sound of his name mixed with swears being cried out by his bandmate’s pretty girlfriend. 

Soon, you grew docile and dazed, wrapping your limbs around him as soon as he stood up and carried you over to his bed, not wasting any time sending a few drops of spit down onto your hot cunt and plugging it up with his thick cock. 

Mingi felt like he was going to melt, his brain and body going into overdrive over the fact that his beloved bandmate was busy putting a baby in his baby, making her feel so good she was starting to cry, his cock throbbing inside his closed fist, listening closely to the pants and moans that made their way into his pierced, attentive ears, along with the incessant creaking of the mattress springs — though the disruptive banging sounds of the wooden bedframe hitting the thin wall contended for Mingi’s attention as well. 

“Joong..! It’s so good, you’re so good,” he heard you whine out in a broken voice, not hearing the rest of your cries due to Hongjoong stuffing two fingers into your willing mouth. Mingi couldn’t help but want to drown in his sin, pulling his phone out of his back pocket. 

You looked to your phone with half-closed eyes, watching the way it buzzed against the moving mattress, your legs suddenly getting closer to your body, Hongjoong lifting your lower half up to fuck into you even deeper than before, rendering you speechless from the pressure of his heated body on yours. 

“Answer it, baby,” Hongjoong huffed from above you, his necklaces dragging along your flushed skin with each sloppy thrust, blowing a bit of wet hair out of his half-lidded eyes. 

“Mingi,” you sighed into the receiver, trying to catch your breath, knowing you were on the edge of ecstasy with the way your body was starting to feel heavy, despite the feeling like you were ready to float away. “I’m gonna cum, baby, it– aaah, oh my god…!”

“Cum for me, princess. Let me hear how pretty you sound cumming on his cock,” Mingi moaned back, squeezing his hand around his length, his eyes ready to roll underneath his eyelids. 

Hongjoong put his entire body weight onto you, his lips sliding across your neck to leave a few marks, his cock throbbing against your tight inner walls, pounding into you a few more times before he painted them white. “M’ cumming inside your girl, Minnie, it’s feel so fucking good…”

It was when Hongjoong bit down onto your neck that you catapulted over the edge, grabbing at the guitarist’s bare back, digging your nails into his skin. “Mingiii, he’s filling me up…it won’t stop…”

“Oh god, baby, oh my god.” Mingi huffed and huffed, his entire body tensing up as he drove himself over the edge right after you, splashes of cum landing on his rapidly rising chest and abdomen. 

You simply laid there making small squeaks from the aftershocks of your orgasm, while Hongjoong stayed put inside you, his soft, deflated cock suddenly twitching with newfound interest, a light bulb appearing inside his hazy brain. “Min, I want you to come over here. You need to see the mess I made inside your girlfriend…”

And just like that, Mingi made his way over to the next door hotel room, fumbling with his loose pants and the doorknob, wiggling till it unlocked. He kicked his jeans off once inside the half-lit room, climbing onto the bed to join the both of you, having the same intensely horny, almost deranged look in his eye that he usually had before a show. 

“Baby, look,” you sighed out, spreading your thighs open, while Hongjoong pulled out inch by inch, until a flood of creamy white liquid bubbled out of your pulsing hole, dripping down your thighs and onto the already damp mattress below. 

Before Mingi could properly access the arousing situation, drool falling from his moaning mouth, Hongjoong suddenly grabbed him by the hair, pushing his head down in between your legs. “You wanna clean it up, don’t you, Minnie? Come on, be a good boy and lick up the mess I left inside her.” 

Blushing, Mingi lapped at the mess of cum and slick, using his fingers to scoop the rest out into his eager mouth, Hongjoong’s hand still pressing his face further into your used cunt, eventually letting go when he started to go at it, watching his bandmate’s tongue swipe at your clit and slit. Mingi didn’t even seem to notice, too busy drowning in his baby’s sweet cunt to have any awareness, his hands clutching your trembling thighs. 

“Gonna cum again,” you whined out, unable to speak when your boyfriend suddenly lifted his fingers up to your mouth to suck on them, his lips sucking around your sensitive clit, his dark, glazed over eyes focused solely on the way you seemed to completely fall apart in front of his and his best friend. 

“Think you can get her to squirt?” Hongjoong asked from beside him, resting one of his hands on your moving thighs, holding it down so that you couldn’t close them. 

Mingi glanced over at Hongjoong, rolling his mascara-smudged eyes, knowing exactly what to do to make his baby feel so good she sobbed. He pulled his fingers out of your mouth, instead pushing three of them inside you, curling them up until you cried out. With his other hand, he forcefully pushed Hongjoong’s head down onto your cunt next. “Lick,” he commanded gruffly, concentrating solely on fucking you into ecstasy with his thick fingers. 

Moaning against your cunt, Hongjoong lapped and nibbled on your throbbing clit, his cold piercing dragging over your sensitive flesh, feeling his bandmate’s fingers tugging at his hair, eliciting another muffled moan from him. 

“Bite it. Bite her clit and make her cum,” Mingi demanded through gritted teeth, working your cunt like he always did, enjoying the sight of you writhing around, unable to speak or think, knowing his pretty baby was experiencing some of the best pleasure of her life thanks to him and his friend. 

It was when Hongjoong bit down and moved your clit in between his teeth, Mingi’s fingers still moving relentlessly inside your clenching cunt, that you screamed, your boyfriend’s slick-covered fingers going back into your mouth to keep you from waking up everyone else in the hotel. Both bandmates watched as a small fountain of liquid squirted from your pulsing cunt, seeping into the mattress and turning it dark. 

A few moments of silence went by, before Hongjoong gave Mingi a sickening smile. “Bet you can’t get her to do that with your cock.” 

Mingi shook his head, blowing his wet bangs out of his eyes. “Of course I can. She’s my baby. I know her body like the back of my hand. I’ll make her drench the both of us.”

Hongjoong giggled softly, tilting his head to the side, his eyes flitting from you to Mingi. “Wanna make a bet?” 

You were definitely in for a long night. 

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[yuyusoba]

🎀hongjoong’s kinks🎀

!Disclaimer!

Nsfw, again this is just for funsies and not factual.

Marking- we all know he’s a possessive and jealous man, of course he would want you covered in his teeth marks, hickies, handprints. It gets him off knowing he’s the only one who can touch you while others pine after you.

Collar- he buys you an expensive necklace that you wear 24/7 and it’s the only thing you wear during sex too. It’s a little secret between you two, sacred. While others compliment it on how pretty it is, nobody will know the meaning to it.

Overstimulation- this goes both ways, when he subs he wants to be completely ruined. But when he doms, he does it because he wants to mock your whimpers and whines.

Edging- again, he wants to mock you. He’s a mean dom when he’s being dominant, he will laugh at you while you cry and beg for release. And he just laughs, gives condescending praises and continues to torture you.

Bondage- both giving and receiving, more so giving. He loves to tie you up, it plays along with the mocking, he loves to make fun of you for how pathetic you look with your tear stained cheeks and red nose from crying.

Degradation- he loves to call you his slut, he will never say anything mean unless he puts the ‘my’ in front of it. He never takes it too far though, and he always mixes some praise in with it as well.

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[memorabxlia]

All I Want for Christmas Is You ━ 홍중

genre: fluff (just a tad), smut summary: after getting stranded in your car during a winter storm with Hongjoong, you find other means to pass the time warnings: est relationship, fingering, unprotected sex (wrap up irl!), car sex (defintely forgot something) pairing: nonidol!hongjoong x fem!reader wc: 1.9k a/n: DAY 4!!! nets: @blossomnet @k-labels @k-films

The wind howled outside, slamming against the windows of your car like a wild animal trying to break in. Snowflakes swirled in chaotic spirals, obscuring the road ahead and coating everything in a thick blanket of white. You tugged your coat tighter around you, but it was no use—the cold had already seeped into your bones. The heater sputtered weakly, barely holding its own against the storm.

“Hongjoong,” you murmured, your teeth chattering as you glanced at him in the driver’s seat. His hands were still gripping the wheel, even though the car hadn’t moved in what felt like hours. “How long do you think we’re going to be stuck here?”

He exhaled sharply, his breath visible in the frigid air. “I don’t know. The tow truck said they’d come as soon as they could, but…” He trailed off, gesturing vaguely at the windshield. “This isn’t exactly ideal weather for rescuing stranded idiots.”

You snorted despite yourself. “Speak for yourself. You’re the one who thought driving through this was a good idea.”

Hongjoong shot you a look, his dark brows knitting together in mock offense. “Oh, so now it’s my fault? Remind me again who begged to stop for ‘just one more coffee’ before we left?”

You opened your mouth to argue, but the grin tugging at his lips stopped you. Even in the middle of a snowstorm, half-frozen and completely stranded, he had a way of making you forget everything else. Your fiancé’s sharp features were softened by the dim glow of the dashboard lights, his black hair tousled from running his fingers through it in frustration. His leather jacket clung to his shoulders, and you couldn’t help but notice how the faint sheen of sweat on his skin caught the light.

You bit your lip, suddenly feeling warmer than you had a moment ago. “Okay, fine. Maybe I’m partially to blame.”

“Partially?” Hongjoong raised an eyebrow, leaning closer. His voice dropped, low and teasing. “Try fully.”

You rolled your eyes, but your heart was racing now. The space between you seemed to shrink with every second, the tension thickening like the snow piling up outside. You reached out, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. “You’re such a brat, you know that?”

His smirk widened, and before you could react, he caught your hand in his. His touch was warm, sending a jolt of electricity through you. “And yet, here you are. Stuck with me.”

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The world outside faded away, leaving only the sound of your breathing and the faint thrum of the engine. Hongjoong’s gaze flicked to your lips, then back to your eyes, and you felt a familiar heat stir deep within you. It wasn’t just the cold making you shiver anymore.

“You’re staring,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the storm.

“So are you,” he countered, his thumb tracing slow circles on your palm. His touch was maddening, deliberate and unhurried, as if he knew exactly what he was doing to you. “What are you thinking about?”

You swallowed hard, your mind spinning. “That maybe… we should find a way to pass the time.”

“Oh?” His eyes darkened, and his grip on your hand tightened ever so slightly. “And what did you have in mind?”

You didn’t answer—not with words, anyway. Instead, you leaned in, closing the gap between you until your lips were just a breath apart. Hongjoong’s sharp intake of air was the only warning you got before he closed the distance, capturing your mouth in a searing kiss.

It was all fire and need, his lips moving against yours with a hunger that made your head spin. One of his hands slid to the back of your neck, pulling you closer as the other found your hip, his fingers digging into your flesh through the fabric of your jeans. You gasped into his mouth, your hands flying to his chest to steady yourself, but that only seemed to spur him on. He broke the kiss just long enough to murmur, “Tell me what you want,” before reclaiming your lips with a fierceness that left you breathless.

Your mind raced, torn between the rational part of you that knew this was madness and the part that didn’t care. The storm raged on outside, but inside the car, the only thing that mattered was the way Hongjoong’s body pressed against yours, the way his touch set your skin ablaze.

“God, Hongjoong,” you breathed, your fingers tangling in his hair. “I want—”

Before you could finish, he cut you off with another kiss, his tongue sliding against yours in a way that made your toes curl. His hands moved lower, slipping under the hem of your sweater to explore the bare skin underneath. The contrast between his warm palms and the icy air sent a shiver down your spine, and you arched into his touch with a soft moan.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growled against your neck, his teeth grazing your pulse point. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

You didn’t trust yourself to speak, not when his lips were trailing kisses along your jaw, not when his hands were roaming your body with a possessiveness that made your knees weak. Instead, you let your actions speak for you, fumbling with the buttons of his shirt until your hands met the hard planes of his chest. His skin was hot beneath your fingertips, and you couldn’t resist leaning in to press a kiss to the hollow of his throat.

Hongjoong groaned, his hands tightening on your hips as he pulled you into his lap. The steering wheel dug into your back, but you barely noticed—not when his erection was pressing insistently against your thigh, not when his lips were skimming over the curve of your ear.

“You feel that?” he rasped, his voice rough with desire. “That’s all for you.”

You whimpered, grinding against him instinctively. The friction was delicious, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through you. “Joong—”

“Tell me,” he demanded, his fingers hooking under the waistband of your pants. “Tell me you want this.”

You nodded frantically, your nails digging into his shoulders as he pulled your jeans down just far enough to expose your wetness to the cold air. “Yes, yes, please—”

“Good girl,” he purred, his fingers slipping between your folds to tease you with maddening precision. His eyes locked onto yours, dark and intense, as he added, “Now let me hear you.”

You arched into him, desperate for more friction, more heat, more of him. The car windows were fogged up from your ragged breaths, the world outside forgotten as the storm raged on. All that mattered was the way his fingers curled inside you, stroking just right to make your hips jerk uncontrollably.

“Joong—” you gasped, clutching at his arm. “I can’t—please—”

“Can’t what?” he taunted, his voice low and rough. He added a second finger, stretching you deliciously, and you moaned at the sensation. His free hand gripped your thigh, holding you open for him as he worked you relentlessly. “Tell me exactly what you want.”

You whined, your head falling back against the seat as pleasure coiled tight in your core. “I need you,” you begged, your voice trembling. “I need you inside me, Joong—please.”

Hongjoong’s eyes darkened, his lips brushing against your ear as he murmured, “Since you asked so nicely…” He withdrew his fingers, leaving you whimpering at the loss, and shifted in the cramped space of the car. His hands fumbled with his belt buckle, the sound of it unbuckling sending a jolt of anticipation through you.

When he finally pushed down his jeans, freeing his hard length, you couldn’t help but reach for him. Your fingers wrapped around him, stroking lightly, and he hissed through clenched teeth. “Fuck, you’re impatient,” he muttered, though the way his hips bucked into your touch betrayed his own desperation.

You smirked up at him, even as your pulse raced. “You like it.”

He growled, catching your wrist and pinning it above your head. “Careful,” he warned, his tone playful but edged with hunger. “Not sure if you’ve noticed, but we’re not exactly spoiled for space here. Thought you might appreciate me taking my time.”

You bit your lip, squirming under his hold. “Take your time later,” you urged, dragging your free hand down his chest. “Right now, I just need you.”

Hongjoong groaned, releasing your wrist to brace himself against the car seat. He positioned himself between your legs, his tip brushing against your slick entrance, and you shivered at the contact. “You’re sure?” he asked, his voice softer now, laced with concern despite the tension thick in the air.

You nodded, lifting your hips to meet his. “Yes,” you breathed. “I’m sure.”

With a low growl, he sank into you in one slow, torturous thrust. The stretch was exquisite, filling you completely, and you gasped out his name as he stilled, giving you a moment to adjust. His forehead rested against yours, his breathing ragged as he fought to keep control.

“You feel so fucking good,” he rasped, his hands gripping your hips tightly. “Always so perfect for me.”

You clung to him, nails digging into his shoulders as he began to move. The pace was steady at first, each stroke deep and deliberate, but it didn’t take long for his restraint to fracture. His thrusts grew faster, harder, the sound of skin against skin mixing with the howling wind outside. The car rocked slightly with the force of them, but neither of you cared.

Every nerve in your body was alight, every touch, every kiss, every word from his lips driving you closer to the edge. His mouth found yours again, kissing you hungrily as he fucked you with relentless intensity. You could feel the coil inside you tightening, winding tighter and tighter until—

“Joong, I’m close,” you panted, breaking the kiss to bury your face in his shoulder. “Please—don’t stop—”

He chuckled darkly, slowing his pace just enough to drive you mad. “Beg for it,” he demanded, his voice rough with desire. “Tell me how much you want to come.”

You let out a frustrated whine, your hips jerking up to chase his. “Please, Joong, I need it—want to come for you—need you to make me—”

“Good girl,” he praised, his hand slipping between your bodies to circle your clit. His touch was electric, and combined with the way he filled you, it was too much. Pleasure crashed over you in waves, your body shaking as you cried out his name.

Hongjoong swore under his breath, his own release hitting him hard. He buried himself deep inside you, his movements growing erratic as he followed you over the edge. For a moment, everything was quiet except for the sound of your mingled breaths and the faint creak of the car settling.

He collapsed against you, his weight pressing you into the seat, but you didn’t mind. His lips brushed against your neck, trailing lazy kisses as he murmured, “Told you we’d find a way to pass the time.”

You laughed softly, running your fingers through his hair. “You were right,” you admitted, though your smile faded as you glanced out the fogged-up window. The storm showed no signs of letting up, and the thought of someone finding you both like this sent a rush of embarrassment through you. “What if—?”

“Don’t worry,” he interrupted, his tone reassuring. “We’ll hear them coming.” He kissed you again, slow and sweet, before adding with a mischievous grin, “Besides, I’m not done with you yet.”

Your breath caught at the promise in his words, and before you could respond, his hands were already moving again, exploring, teasing. “Joong—”

“Shh,” he whispered, his lips tracing the curve of your ear. “Let me take care of you.”

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[sacred-portal]

[domm1etae]

where you cover your face shyly with your hands when you are getting fucked. only for hongjoong to grab said hands and pin them to the bed so you can't hide.

the moment hongjoong caught the sight of your hands flying up to your face, his jaw tightened, and his pace faltered for a split second. you were beneath him, flushed and trembling, trying to hide the soft, breathy moans spilling out of you and the way your eyes rolled back every time he thrust deeper.

"nah," he muttered, voice low and rough, grabbing your wrists and pinning them to the mattress above your head. "don’t hide from me."

your lips parted in a stifled whimper as his grip tightened, his hips snapping forward hard enough to knock the breath out of you. the drag of his cock against your walls was maddening, every inch making you squirm under his hold.

"look at me," he demanded, his tone sharp but laced with something dark, hungry. his eyes burned into yours as he pressed his forehead against yours, his body never losing its relentless rhythm. "lemme see you. wanna watch every little expression you make when i’m fucking you this good."

you bit your lip, your face turning away, but his grip on your wrists didn’t let up. if anything, it got stronger. "don’t do that," he growled, nipping at the corner of your mouth before biting down on your jaw. "don’t act shy when i know how bad you want this. how bad you want me."

his words sent heat flooding through you, your walls fluttering around him, and he smirked when he felt it. "yeah, that’s what i thought," he rasped, his voice thick with satisfaction. "your body doesn’t lie, baby."

his pace quickened, each thrust hitting so deep it had you crying out, your shy protests turning into desperate, high-pitched moans that filled the room. hongjoong grinned, his breath hot against your neck.

"fuck, you’re so good for me," he groaned, his cock twitching inside you as he dragged your body closer to his. "you feel how deep i am? how much i’m stretching you out? bet it’s driving you crazy, huh? bet you’re close already."

your head tilted back, your hands twisting in his grip as you tugged weakly, but he didn’t let go. instead, he leaned down, catching your lips in a messy, heated kiss that left you gasping for air.

"don’t hide from me, y/n," he murmured against your lips, his voice low and teasing. "wanna see every fucking second of you falling apart on my cock."

the way his hips snapped into yours, the way his eyes stayed locked on your face, watching every twitch, every moan, every little tremor that rolled through you—it was too much. the heat in your stomach coiled

tighter and tighter until it finally snapped, your body arching off the bed as you came with a loud cry.

hongjoong cursed under his breath, his pace turning rougher, sloppier, chasing his own release. "that’s it," he groaned, his voice wrecked as he buried himself as deep as he could, his release spilling into you with a sharp gasp.

he stayed there for a moment, catching his breath, his body pressed against yours. when he finally pulled back, his hands loosened around your wrists, but he didn’t let you go completely. instead, he leaned in, pressing a slow, almost lazy kiss to your lips.

"you don’t get to hide from me, baby," he murmured, his grin wicked and smug. "not when you’re this fucking pretty taking my cock."

[i-like-loserz]

favorite spots ⋆.˚

synopsis: i just want to talk about the most sensitive parts of their bodies...

featuring: hongjoong, san, and mingi

word count: 1.7k

warnings: SMUT (18+), soft!boys, oral fixation, biting/sucking lips, pda, french kissing, finger sucking, blue-balling (lol), groping, nipple play (m), hickies, for san -- reader has hair that fingers can grip into, mild choking, dry humping, premature orgasms, they're sensitive and aren't afraid to show it

masterlist

✧ HONGJOONG - MOUTH/LIPS ✧

Hongjoong isn't a big pda guy.

The most he does is rest his hand on your waist, hold your hand, or gently fix your hair. Words of affection or acts of service are big in your relationship, but kissing is absolutely a no-go.

Not in public, at least.

In the beginning of your relationship cute pecks on the lips were allowed, though Hongjoong would start acting more antsy and possessive after (you didn't notice as much as his friends would). Short kisses lasting less than a second he could handle -- or that's what he'd convince himself.

Beneath the surface, however, he was holding himself back. He was exerting a concerning amount of self-control over himself every time he tasted your sweet lips, willing himself to hold back from instantly melting against you.

His hands would squeeze into a fist as he'd watch you with dark eyes, going back to whatever you were doing, acting so unaffected -- as if you didn't leave him wanting for the rest of the day.

At the time, you could tell that he enjoyed the affection and attention (a bit too much), and you were more than happy to dish it out. But then one day, he started to shy away from your kisses, turning strategically so you'd kiss his cheek instead of his lips.

At first you thought it was because he wanted to keep your relationship private. He's never been the type of guy to flaunt you like an accessory, so it made sense why he acts so low-key about your love life when in public.

But then you started noticing how he'd act after you'd give him more than a peck.

---

A make-out between the two of you usually leads to sex.

Okay, scratch that, it always leads to sex.

It's like he can't help himself.

As soon as your tongue traces the seam of his lips, he's roughly pulling you against him. He overly indulges in tasting you, laving his tongue against yours as he moans wantonly into your mouth.

You thought he was just enthusiastic about sex, but it was something else that had him shivering against you.

So you began subtly experimenting with your boyfriend:

Tracing his lips with the soft pad of your finger as you feed him a juicy chocolate-covered strawberry (he'd look up at you with those adoring brown eyes as he obediently slurps up the sweet juices from your skin)

Playfully nibbling on his bottom lip to draw out a delicious growl from him (he couldn't hold himself back from grinding his hips against yours like a dog in heat, overwhelmed by the pleasurable pain)

Forcing him to suck on your fingers as you ride him roughly (you could feel the vibration of his broken groans as you pressed down on his silky tongue)

It became increasingly clear that Hongjoong's lips were a bit more sensitive than the average person. The real test was a kiss in public.

It was right after one of his concerts. You were so proud of your boyfriend that when he finally got off stage, you jumped in his arms and pressed your lips to his, eager to give him a deep kiss.

His hands, wrapped around your waist, tighten their hold on you as soon as your lips met his, pressing your body to be flush with his.

Barely a few seconds into the kiss, you feel it, pressing so eagerly against your stomach.

He's hard already, throbbing for attention under his tight pants as his slick tongue meets yours in desperation. His adrenaline from performing may be influencing his sudden boldness, but it's the kiss that was making him so hot and bothered.

"Mmph~" You try to break the kiss, worried that you were receiving stares from others, but he won't let you.

"Not yet, baby" He whispers hotly against your mouth.

"Hongjoong--!" You hit him playfully on the chest as you force him to separate from you. "Later." You grit out, handing him your jacket to use as a barrier between his obvious boner and everyone else.

Your face is heated with a blush as you turn to look around at the sly smirks that the others were sending you. It seems to sober him up a bit as he awkwardly coughs and starts a speech commending everyone for a great show.

So now you know -- Hongjoong's lips are for home.

✧ SAN - CHEST ✧

You were the one who sprouted a sudden obsession with his chest.

He's been working out a lot lately and he loves showing off, even if he doesn't admit it. He comes home in his tank tops or compression shirts with a shy smile, subtly flexing until you say something.

"Ooh, look at my boyfriend!" You tease, smiling as he saunters through the door. "He's so big and masculine~"

San laughs gently, shaking his head at your words (+ slightly fluffing his hair). He loves the way you dote on him, period -- small hands feeling over his biceps and showering him with compliments until he's pink in the face, begging with cute boba eyes for kisses and cuddles.

When you cuddle with him, naked -- or nearly there, your hands are like magnets to his chest. It's just so built and his skin is so hot and smooth, you can't help it!

San didn't get it at first, simply amused by the way you knead his skin like a cat. Sometimes you get particularly feral and start biting his biceps and shoulder -- another odd, yet endearing habit you've gathered recently.

He has started working out with longer-sleeved shirts because he's dotted with bite marks and bruises all over his upper body (with a few on his thighs and one on his cute butt).

You can't get enough of his body and he loves it.

But biting his chest -- that he wasn't expecting.

And he didn't expect that he'd like it so much either.

--

You were timid at first, placing soft kisses against his ribs and torso before gradually moving upwards.

He shivered as you brushed your lips against his right pec, his skin already buzzing from the lustful look you had in your eyes as you assessed his body.

You pressed gentle kisses over his skin, drinking in the soft sighs that fell from his pretty lips.

He gasped quietly when you gently licked over his nipple, flicking your soft tongue over and around his sensitive bud. Your eyes glanced up at him to see his reactions.

His pink lips were plump and shiny, bitten so deliciously from his attempts to ground himself, not used to this new sensation you were giving him. His flushed chest was rising rapidly under you, unwittingly pressing himself closer to your mouth.

He let out a whisper of a groan as you sucked his nipple in hot mouth, laving your slick tongue over him. A shock of pleasure traveled straight to his cock, making him achingly hard for release.

You squeaked as fingers were suddenly weaved into your hair, tugging slightly at the roots -- not pressing you closer or pulling you away.

You moved your mouth to the other pec, giving his other nipple attention. His hold on your hair became harsher the more you'd suck on him. And you loved it.

You moaned with him as you pulled him into your mouth, teeth just barely pressed against his skin.

"N-nghh~" He shivered, "Baby -- fuck -- p-please."

"What is it?" You swiped a finger over his hard nipple, finding the pleading look on his face to be unbearably adorable.

"I'm gonna bust if you keep going." He groaned softly as you pinched him teasingly, "Lemme get inside you."

"I don't know... I think I'd like to see you finish from this..."

✧ MINGI - NECK ✧

Mingi is a very sensitive boy, overall.

When your fingers intertwine with his, he can't help but squeeze your smaller hand in his, staring down your hands like he can barely believe that you're allowing him to touch you -- even as innocently as this.

When you press sweet kisses to his lips, teasingly and soft, he's instantly smiling against you from happy he is, pressing harder to deepen the kiss and eliminate the space between you.

When you drag your hand over his thighs, settling to your knees in front of him, he holds himself back from throwing you on the bed and fucking you into the mattress.

He's constantly overwhelmed with his affection for you.

Everything is intense for him.

But when your small fingers wrap around his neck, squeezing so gently as you pull him in for another kiss -- he almost makes a mess in his pants.

You sit above him, weight settling nicely over his lap, pinning him to the couch as you lick over his puffy lips.

Mingi whines against your lips as your grasp tightens around him, loving how his head grows hazy from the way you control his breathing.

His cock throbs under you as you start to pressing wet kisses on his chin, jaw...and his neck. Your slick tongue flicks over his heated skin, laving over fading marks that you've left over the past few days.

"Like it?" You whisper, staring up at his flushed face. He shudders as you drag the edge of your teeth against the crook of his neck, eagerly leaning into the feeling.

"You know it do..." He groans deeply as you suck his sensitive skin into your mouth. His large hands hold you by the waist, pressing your body down against his as he grind against your ass, making you feel how desperately hard he is for you.

You suck harder and his hips jolt against yours, stuttering deliciously as he mewls from the intensity.

"F-fuck -- wait --"

You don't. You go to that spot right under his ear, the one that makes him lose it, and suck another love bruise into his skin.

And it ruins him.

His back arches slightly as he throws his head back with a broken moan. You release his skin, licking your lips as you watch him shake under you, panting out heated breathes, coming down from his high.

"So sweet." You coo, comfortingly rubbing a hand on his chest as he starts to calm down.

"It's embarrassing..." Mingi whines. This isn't the first time this has happened.

You place a gentle kiss on the spot, pulling away when he starts to shudder again.

"I like it."

[hoongjong]

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