warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, pwp, straight porn, missionary, d/s dynamics, softdom!bucky, sub!reader, slight brat!reader, slight dumbification, oral fixation, sweat/spit/teeth kink (idk maybe lol), the aftercare is fucking again, creampie, bucky has a bush . . .
word count: 1.8k
a/n: this is me trying to get some requests finished :") i have a whole bunch, some of which i accidentally turned into long fics, some i hate the things i wrote and am trying to start again and some im figuring out, but this one came to me when i woke up horny for bucky barnes lol
thank you anon for the request !! <3
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The mattress creaks and the frame knocks into the wall, chipping the paint, denting the wood where the two meet.
Forehead to forehead, sweat accumulating with torrid breaths and aching muscles, Bucky's hips caught to yours. Pressing, slamming, holding down as he clenches his glutes and humps, elongating the pleasure, taunting.
But the light chime of his tags kept ringing. They keep batting across your chest, cold and moist, patting your chin and dragging across your skin when you were right there.
It was just as your legs fell open, knees laying up as his dick dragged in and out, and he willed his noises to stay at a minimum, when the tags flittered to the dip of your neck. Your lips parted, sighing, rolling your eyes as it tap tap tap's and sings against your hot skin. You move, careful not to ruin the precision, pressing the chain against his peck, holding them firm to his chest.
At first, Bucky almost sat up, almost paused to ask if you were okay โ pushing at his sternum, brows taut and eyes glassy, whining with every breath. Instead he pushed deeper, metal fingers drawing up your body until they held your jaw, squeezing your cheeks, making you look into his eyes.
"What's the matter?" His breath sticks to your face, bumping his nose to yours. "Pushin' me away? C'mon, speak to me."
You can't. That's the problem. It feels like with each pull and push, each pulse around his cock, and every kiss his tip grants your cervix, he drives all linguistic knowledge out of your brain, spilling it from your lips in garbled nonsense and breathy moans.
A whiney hum spills out as you tighten your lips into a line, keeping your jaw firm. You lean back into the pillow, shutting your eyes trying to find any semblance of words, but his hips keep moving. Slower now, yet still as effective, still holding you rigid and perfectly, and tauntingly precise. Rutting the length of himself inside of you while the fuzz of hair that littered the base kept grazing your clit. It isn't until one hand claws at the meat of his shoulder, and the other, the hand that pushed at the chain, leaving tiny dents in it's wake, fisted at the metal.
It clinks as the tags stay dangling from your palm, bumping to and fro.
"Oh, sweetheart," Bucky soothes, the warm metal of his thumb strokes against your bottom lip, slicked with spit and salty with sweat. "We're they botherin' you?"
You nod quickly, leaving a sharp smile on his face, dipping down to leave gentle kisses against your jaw.
"My smart girl," you keen into the praise, leaning deeper into his hand, letting his voice rasp and vibrate into your skin, leaving more room for him to lick and kiss. "Thought you wanted me to stop."
Ardently, you shake your head, ruffling your hair into the pillow behind you.
"No, no stopping. 'M not gonna stop." And he doesn't. His flesh hand replaces your own around the tags and he slots them between his teeth.
Salt and iron cover his tongue, sweat that had dripped from his down body, and your own that had mixed in as it had laid against your own skin, or tapped annoyingly your neck. It makes a dull sound as they sat firmly between his teeth, braced to the side, just where his molars start and his canines dig into the printed letters of his name.
It shouldn't be hot.
The sight of his mouth full, his teeth bared, carrying something precious with an iron grip of his jaw, made your walls pulse. You almost wanted to swap it out, to reach up and take the tags in your own mouth, enveloped in the debauched taste of century old metal, skin and spit.
But its hedonic. You love how he looks. Skin slick, chest heaving, drool already pooling at the edges of the tags, at the corner of his mouth right where his lips met. Animalistic in a way.
"There we go, there we go," his speech muffled, yet still affirmative and firm as he brings back the pace. Making your head drop back and mouth hang open on a gasp, arching your back. The warmth of his palm glides up your torso, leaving goosebumps as he drags up and down, before pulling your leg up by the thigh to latch onto his waist and holding you firmly at the hip. All while holding himself up on his forearm, vibranium fingers holding the top of your head reassuringly, grazing his thumb on your hairline.
He hums, unable to speak with his mouth full, unable to gather the spit about to fall. Your hands claw at the contorting muscles of his shoulder blades, moving to capture his hair between your fingers.
The tug you force has him stuttering, hips pressing to your own, the hair surrounding his base tickles again, right against your nub.
"Ohโfuck," you breathe out, jaw slack and tight all at once, the light feeling of release easing up your back as your thighs begin to tingle and tremble around his torso. "Buckyโฆ Bucky, please."
The rivulets of spit drop, coating your neck and chin, and he follows them down until his hot, wet breath finds your temple. His chest caves with each inhale, keeping his hips up, holding down the pace that has you throbbing up his shaft, your nails digging into his shoulder and thighs shaking. He can feel the ring around the root of him, creamy and white, mixed in with the dark patch of hair.
The tags tinkle dully, let go from the cell of his teeth to lay wet next to your neck. You pay no mind to the slurping sound of him gathering spit from his lips; only staying in the blissed out haze of Bucky's body atop of yours and his pretty cock slapping in and out of you.
"C'mon, c'monโฆ" he repeats like a mantra, whispering under his breath, heated on the shell of your ear. "You got it, fuck, you feel so good. Wanna cumโcum inside of you, wanna push it in deep, n'keep fuckin' it inโฆ Please, please, pleaseโฆ"
As your nails print crescents into his skin, your mouth holds a jumble of 'yes's to his shoulder. Balm and torrid to the meat of his shoulder, your body locks and a sweet ache begins to release around the stretch of him. Your lips press to his collarbone, muffling the shudders and whines and gasps that release as he fucks you through it, wet slaps and mumbled grunts chorusing together while you jolt and pulse.
It isn't long until he follows through, finishing deep inside, pressing and holding himself as his cock twitches with each spurt of cum. As if awoken from his daze, he keeps his hips moving.
Splatterings of white coat both of your pelvises and thighs, shuddering with overstimulation, muscles limp from overexertion, eyes half lidded and lips parted and red.
Bucky slowed himself as your jerking lessened and your teeth bared to hiss at the mild pain, and his dick softened. He watched, holding himself up with his knuckles to the pillow, guiding the softer limb to stay inside of your full warmth, uncaring about the mess that now coats his fingers โ absentmindedly licking them off like candy residue.
Sighs and soft groans alike leave you both as he slips out. Your nails caress his torso, gliding gently up the red marks you printed on his back, down to the sensitive muscles of his ass, making him twitch and press his hips to yours again with a stifled laugh to your jaw.
"Careful, might get hard again before I can clean you up." He kisses and breathes you in, holding you into his body as your fingers hold their gentle rhythm.
You huff a lazy version of a laugh, nosing against the sweet smell of sweat where his neck meets his shoulder.
"Oh no, how awful," You croak sarcastically. The weakness in your voice makes you both laugh fully, rumbling chests pressed against one another, cheeks tight with smiles, and eyes watching with warm fragments. After a short moment of silence, of lungs catching up, you follow down the column of his neck to where his dog tags laid lopsided on your chest, and hummed. "I liked that thing you did."
"'That thing'?" He pressed, smirking, lowering his voice. "I've got many things goin' for me, sweetheart, be specific."
Another laugh breaks, crinkling your eyes at the corners, playfully pushing at his chest.
"That dog tag thing, you know, putting them in your mouth."
"You liked that?"
You nodded, fervently. "Uh-huh. Very much."
His lips move into a soft smile, catching the slick metal cards between his fingers to bring them up.
"That so?" He teases quietly, dragging them across your bottom lip, leaving the dewy residue to sit, sliding them just between the seam of your lips only to jut it out with a pop. "Maybe next time you can hold them for me?"
With your tongue poking out, you get a taste of the flavour that pooled alongside Bucky's own tongue. Musky and sour, tangy with body heat. And with a soft press on your thigh, you know that you're under a limit.
"Next time meaning five minutes?" You prod, tilting your head innocently. "Haven't even gotten cleaned up and it seems like little Sergeant Barnes is reporting for duty."
With a tut, he holds your chin, shaking his head. "Nuh-uh, fuck that and your smart mouth. Open wide, hold tight."
You obey and bite down as he slots the tags between your teeth, tugging at the chain twice to test out your grip. You scrunch your nose and furrow your brows, playfully pulling back at the chain. The grotesque brackishness of the tester you got grips you fully and drips down your throat.
"'Little Sergeant Barnes'," he repeats, sitting up as far as he could to grab ahold on himself. Sticky, wet and just as hard as before. He strokes himself, groaning as he fists tighter at his ruddy tip, coaxing a pearl of precum. Defiantly, he taps his heaviness on your clit. "Keep that up and making sure every inch of you aches with me the next day, understood?"
A giggle bubbles up before you could force it down. He slaps his cock against your clit again, holding and coating it down and between your lips, still creamy and dripping his own release, bullying your button with his tip. Your whine is muffled between your teeth as you bear them down.
"Understood?" He pushes, voice firmer, harsher, and you nod, heart racing, ribs already quivering. The sounds of your joint bodies squelch louder and louder, as your head lays dizzier and dizzier, but his voice whispers so soft and the way he terrorises and hounds your insides brings stars to the corners of your eyes.
โ DILF!hongjoong x fem!reader in which you thought you already had the best relationship you could ever have. until one day you found you boyfroend fucking another girl on his bed, and so what could be a better and appropriate revenge than to fuck his very handsome father.
content warnings: this fic includes detailed nsfw scenes that may be too much for some readers. includes penetrative sex, mention of cheating, dilf!hongjoong, 20 years age gap, fingering, oral (f!receiving), multiple orgasm, video taping, and other scenes that might be uncomfortable for some readers. please consume what you can, and separate fiction from reality. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
a/n: HI SO YEAH HAPPY 2K FOLLOWERS AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME. So as a gift to everyone, here's a dilf!joong to all my fellow atiny's in my followers list. I hope you guys enjoy this delicious fic. ACK. I LOVE YOU ALL. <333
word count: 9k words
You were a catch. A fucking catch.
Everyone on campus knew it. Jaehyun, the guy you'd been dating for the past few months, was constantly called the luckiest man alive. You heard the whispers in the hallways, the envious glances in the cafeteria, the not-so-subtle comments from his friends. But you never really paid much attention to it. You already knew your worth.
After all, you were the drum major of the university's marching bandโthe one who commanded an entire field with nothing but a raised hand and a sharp look. You carried yourself with a natural, domineering aura that turned heads wherever you went. Tall posture, sharp eyes, and an unshakable confidence that made people straighten up when you walked by. Most of your friends secretly envy you for it.
Your relationship with Jaehyun was far from perfect, but it was still one of the healthiest ones you'd ever had. Or at least... that's what you kept telling yourself.
He was caring in his own way. Attentive on most days, always making sure you ate before long band practices and sending you good luck texts before every game. Jaehyun wasn't the most popular guy on campus compared to you, but as a star football jock, he wasn't exactly unknown either. You two shared the same friend group, which made everything feel easy and comfortable.
It wasn't unusual for Jaehyun to go a day or two without texting. You both had busy lives, you with band rehearsals and him with football practice, so you understood. Whenever he had time, he always came back to you. That was how your relationship worked: comfortable, intact, and especially intimate when you finally got to be alone together.
You never doubted him. He always reassured you so well.
Until now.
It had been a full week since the last time you actually spoke to him in person. No late-night visits to your dorm, no sneaking in through your window with that boyish grin. Just short, dry texts. And every time you tried calling him, he would pick up only to say he was "too busy with practice" and hang up after a minute.
Something felt... off.
You tried to shrug it off at first. Jaehyun was probably just exhausted from practice. You told yourself he'd text soon, that he just needed some time to himself. Three days ago, he had sent a short message saying he was going back to his father's house for a while and wouldn't be around campus. You understand.
But that was three days ago.
Now it had been two full weeks since you last saw him in person. Two weeks of dry, replies and calls that ended within a minute. The uneasy feeling in your chest grew heavier, tightening around your throat like a chokehold.
You weren't used to this. You weren't used to doubting him.
Lucky for you, you actually knew his fatherโKim Hongjoong.
He was a genuine, warm man. A single father of three who somehow still looked like he belonged on a magazine cover. At 42, Hongjoong could easily pass for someone in his early thirties. Tall, muscular, with sharp, refined features and that same devastating smile Jaehyun inherited. He was kind, attentive, and had a quiet confidence that always made the air feel a little thicker whenever he was around.
If he wasn't your boyfriend's father... well, you wouldn't have let yourself think about it.
But right now, worry was winning over everything else.
You pulled out your phone and quickly typed a message to him.
You: Hi, Mr. Kim. Sorry to bother you. I haven't heard from Jaehyun properly in almost two weeks. He mentioned he was going home a few days ago. Is everything okay? Do you know where he is?
You hit send and stared at the screen, nerves twisting in your stomach. The party noise faded into the background as you waited.
Not even a minute later, your phone vibrated.
Hongjoong: Hey sweetheart. Jaehyun isn't home right now. He said he'll be coming next week. I'm not sure why he told you he was already here...
Your stomach dropped.
He lied.
Jaehyun lied to you.
He never lied to you. Does he?
But now the doubt was creeping in, loud and ugly. Jaehyun had lied. He told you he was going home when he clearly wasn't. Why? The question twisted uncomfortably in your chest, and the fact that you couldn't even confront him made it worse. He was completely missing in action. You typed back with slightly shaky fingers.
You: Oh. I see. Thank you, Mr. Kim. If he comes home, please tell him to message me. Thank you.
Hongjoong: Of course, darling. Take care of yourself, yeah? And visit here sometimes, whenever you can.
You couldn't help but smile softly at his reply. Even through text, Hongjoong's warmth came through so easily. He really was such a sweet man, a genuinely good father. The kind of man who made you feel cared for with just a few words. For a moment, the heavy weight in your chest felt a little lighter.
You slipped your phone back into your pocket and let out a long breath, trying to push the uncomfortable thoughts about Jaehyun to the back of your mind.
You took a deep breath, trying to steady the uneasy feeling twisting in your chest.
If Jaehyun wasn't at his father's house like he claimed, then he was probably just hiding in his dorm. That had to be it. Tomorrow, you decided, you would go see him. You'd look him in the eyes and ask what the fuck was actually going on.
The next day came by so quickly.
You baked his favorite cake. Chocolate with extra frosting, hoping it would soften whatever conversation was about to happen. With the cake box in one hand and your spare key in the other, you stood in front of Jaehyun's dorm door, heart beating heavily.
You took a deep breath and unlocked the door quietly.
The moment you stepped inside, your stomach dropped. Loud, breathy female moans filled the entire dorm. The sound was unmistakable. High-pitched, needy, and very real.
He's probably just watching porn, you told yourself, trying to stay calm. He does that sometimes when he's stressed...
But something felt wrong. You walked down the short hallway, cake still in your hands, and slowly pushed open the door to his bedroom.
The sight hit you like a truck.
Jaehyun was lying on his back in the middle of the bed, completely naked. A girl you didn't recognize was on top of him, riding him hard, her head thrown back in pleasure as she moaned loudly. His hands were gripping her ass, guiding her movements while he groaned beneath her.
For a few painful seconds, you just stood there frozen, cake box trembling slightly in your hands.
Jaehyun's eyes suddenly snapped open and locked onto yours. His face went pale.
"Babyโ?!" he choked out, voice hoarse. The girl on top of him let out a startled yelp and quickly tried to cover herself, but it was too late. You had already seen everything.
The cake suddenly felt heavy in your arms. The sweet smell that used to comfort you now turned your stomach. All the late replies. All the sudden "practices." All the lies about going home.
This is why.
"Kim Jaehyun! What the fuck!?"
The cake box slipped from your fingers and hit the floor with a dull thud. For a split second, everything was silent except for the girl's heavy breathing. Then your blood boils.
You didn't scream. You didn't cry. Instead, you strode forward with long, confident steps, that signature domineering aura radiating off you like ice.
The girl barely had time to react before your hand shot out. You grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her off Jaehyun with one powerful pull. She screamed as she tumbled sideways onto the mattress.
"Get the fuck off him," you said coldly, voice low but sharp enough to cut glass. She scrambled away from you, eyes wide with shock, trying to cover her naked body with her hands. Jaehyun sat up quickly, face pale and panicked.
"Babeโ wait, it's notโ I can explainโ"
"Explain?" You let out a bitter laugh, still holding the girl's hair tightly in your grip as you glared down at him. "You lied to me for two weeks just so you could fuck someone behind my back?"
The girl whimpered as you finally released her hair with a rough shove. She quickly grabbed her clothes and ran out of the room like her life depended on it, slamming the door behind her.
Now it was just you and Jaehyun. He looked pathetic, naked, flushed, dick still hard and glistening from another girl's pussy. The sight made your stomach turn.
You stood tall at the foot of the bed, arms crossed, looking down at him like he was nothing more than a disappointing subordinate who just ruined the entire performance.
"Two weeks, Jaehyun," you said, voice dangerously calm. "Two fucking weeks of 'I'm busy' and 'I'm at my dad's'. And this is what you were doing?"
Jaehyun's eyes widened in panic. He scrambled off the bed, still naked, and lunged forward, grabbing your wrist tightly.
"Babe, waitโ please, just listen to me! It's not what it looks like, I swear! She doesn't mean anything, it was justโ fuck, it was a mistakeโ"
You felt his grip on your wrist like fire.
With a sharp, powerful yank, you shoved him off you. Jaehyun stumbled back, nearly losing his balance.
"Don't you fucking lay your filthy hands on me!" you hissed, voice dripping with venom. "A mistake? You lied to me for two whole weeks so you could fuck some random bitch behind my back and you call that a mistake?!"
Your chest heaved with rage. Your eyes blurred as tears pooled on your eyelids, making Jaehyun shrink under your glare.
"We're done," you said coldly, staring straight into his eyes. "Don't ever call me. Don't text me. Don't even look at me. Fuck off, Jaehyun."
You turned on your heels, not even sparing the fallen chocolate cake on the floor a second glance, and walked out of his room. The sound of your footsteps echoed down the hallway as you slammed the dorm door behind you with a loud bang.
Tears burned in your eyes the moment you stepped outside, but you refused to let them fall. Not here. Not for him. You were done.
For the next week, Jaehyun wouldn't leave you alone.
He texted and called nonstop, even after you blocked him on everything. He showed up outside your classes, your band practice, and your dorm. Every time he tried to approach you, your friends were right there, ready to throw punches and shield you like bodyguards. They cursed him out and dragged you away before he could get close.
You stayed strong on the outside, but the betrayal still stung.
By the start of the second week, you thought it was finally dying down. Until one afternoon.
You had just finished band practice and were walking out of the campus gate when a girl stepped in front of you. It was her. The girl you had pulled off Jaehyun that day. She looked nervous, eyes red like she'd been crying.
"Can we talk?" she asked quietly. "Please... just for a minute."
You almost walked past her, but something in her expression made you stop. You crossed your arms, staring her down.
"Fine. Talk."
She took a shaky breath.
"I'm so sorry... I had no idea you existed. Jaehyun told me he was single the entire time. We'd been seeing each other for almost a month. He said he didn't have a girlfriend, that he was too focused on football to date anyone seriously." Her voice cracked. "If I had known about you... I would never have touched him. I swear."
She looked genuinely devastated.
"I feel sick knowing I was the other woman. I'm really, really sorry. You didn't deserve any of this."
For a moment, you didn't know what to say. The anger you'd been carrying suddenly felt heavier. Jaehyun didn't just cheat on you. He had played both of you.
You let out a bitter laugh and ran a hand through your hair.
"...Thanks for telling me," you said coldly. "At least now I know how much of a lying piece of shit he really is."
The girl nodded, looking ashamed, before quietly walking away. You stood there at the gate for a long time, the evening sun casting long shadows on the pavement. The betrayal felt even deeper now.
For the next month, you drowned yourself in studies and band practice.
You threw everything you had into rehearsals, perfecting every count, every movement, every command on the field. At night, you buried yourself in books and assignments until your eyes burned. You barely slept, barely ate, and barely gave yourself time to think.
The whole campus knew what happened. The cheating scandal spread like wildfire. People whispered when you walked by, gave you pitiful looks in the hallways, and sent sympathetic messages. But you kept your chin up high, shoulders back, and that signature domineering aura firmly in place. You refuse to let anyone see you break. You were the drum major. You didn't fall apart in public.
Two months had passed since that awful day. You were in your dorm, surrounded by notes and textbooks, when your phone buzzed. You glanced at the screen.
Hongjoong: Hey sweetheart. It's been a while. How have you been? It's already been two months since I last heard from you. I didn't even know you and Jaehyun broke up until recently... Are you okay?
Your chest tightened. You stared at the message for a long time before replying.
You: Oh. Hello, Mr. Kim. Yeah, we broke up. I'm fine though, thank you for checking me up.
Hongjoong: I'm really sorry to hear that. If you're free this weekend, why don't you come over for dinner? I'll cook. You can talk about what happened if you want to... or we can just eat and you can forget everything for a while. No pressure. I just hate the thought of you dealing with this alone, besides I know for sure whatever the reason is, it could have been my stupid son's fault.
You bit your lip, fingers hovering over the screen. Part of you wanted to say no and keep burying yourself in work. But another part, the tired, angry, emotionally drained part, desperately needed to let it all out.
You: Okay. I'll come. Thank you, Mr. Kim.
Hongjoong: Great. Come by Saturday at 6? Can't wait to see you, sweetheart.
Saturday came faster than you expected. By 6:30 PM, you were standing in front of Hongjoong's house, heart beating a little faster than usual. You had chosen one of your favorite Sunday dresses. A soft, off-shoulder cream-colored dress that hugged your figure nicely but still looked modest enough. You tugged at the hem nervously, suddenly wondering if it was too much. Too pretty. Too revealing for a dinner with your ex-boyfriend's father.
You took a deep breath and rang the doorbell.
A few seconds later, the door opened. Kim Hongjoong stood there, looking unfairly good in a simple black button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, revealing toned muscles. His dark hair was slightly tousled, and when he saw you, his face lit up with a warm, genuine smile.
"You're here," he said softly, voice rich and comforting. His eyes quickly scanned you from head to toe before he caught himself and looked back at your face.
"You look great. Come in, sweetheart."
He stepped aside, letting you enter. The house smelled amazing, Garlic, herbs, and something savory that made your stomach rumble.
"I'm sorry I'm a little late," you murmured.
"Don't apologize. I'm just glad you came." He closed the door behind you, then gently placed a hand on your lower back to guide you towards the dining area. The light touch sent a small, unexpected shiver up your spine. "I made carbonara and grilled steak. Hope you're hungry."
As you followed him, the reality of the situation settled in. This was the first time you'd been here since the breakup. No Jaehyun. Just you and Hongjoong.
He pulled out a chair for you like a gentleman, then disappeared into the kitchen for a moment before returning with two glasses of wine. Hongjoong sat across from you, his warm gaze never leaving your face.
"So..." he started gently, voice low and careful. "Do you want to eat first and relax... or do you want to tell me what really happened between you and my son?"
He leaned forward slightly, eyes full of quiet concern and something deeper you couldn't quite name.
"I'm here to listen to everything. No judgment."
You sat quietly for a moment, staring at the glass of wine in your hands. The warmth of Hongjoong's home and his gentle presence made the walls you'd built over the past two months feel dangerously thin.
"I... I'll tell you," you whispered. Hongjoong nodded, giving you his full attention. He stayed silent, patient, as you started talking.
You told him everything.
How Jaehyun had been distant for weeks. The constant excuses. The lies about being at his house. How you baked his favorite cake and went to his dorm with a spare key, hoping to fix things. How you walked in on him fucking another girl. How he had the audacity to lie and say it was a mistake.
The more you spoke, the more your voice shook.
"I kept myself busy for two months straight," you continued, tears already blurring your vision. "Studies, practice, rehearsals... anything just to stop thinking about it. The whole campus knew. Everyone was looking at me with pity and I hated it. I'm supposed to be strong, supposed to be in control... but he made me feel so stupid."
Your throat tightened painfully.
"I trusted him. I never doubted him even once. And he played me like I was nothing. He told that girl he was single the whole time. He lied to both of us."
The dam finally broke. A sob ripped from your chest. Tears streamed down your face as all the anger, humiliation, and pain you'd been holding in came rushing out at once.
"I feel so pathetic..." you cried, covering your face with both hands. "I'm supposed to be better than this. I hate that he still has this much power over me."
You couldn't stop sobbing.
Suddenly, you felt strong, warm arms wrapped around you. Hongjoong had moved from his seat and pulled you into a tight, comforting hug. One hand gently rubbed your back while the other cradled the back of your head.
"Shhh... it's okay," he whispered softly against your hair, voice deep and soothing. "Let it all out, sweetheart. You don't have to be strong right now. Not here."
He held you closer, letting you cry into his chest as your body shook with heavy sobs.
"You're not pathetic," he murmured firmly. "You're incredible. My son is the idiot who couldn't see what he had."
Hongjoong didn't let go. He kept holding you, rocking you gently, his warmth and steady heartbeat slowly calming you down as you cried out months of pent-up pain.
"Just so you know," Hongjoong said softly, still holding you close, "I didn't raise my son to be like that. I thought I taught him well."
His voice was low and heavy with disappointment. One of his hands kept rubbing slow, soothing circles on your back while the other gently cradled the back of your head.
"I don't know where he got the idea that cheating is okay," he continued, almost to himself. "I'm really sorry, sweetheart. You didn't deserve any of this. Not a single second."
You stayed buried against his chest, your sobs slowly quieting into shaky breaths. His shirt was damp with your tears, but he didn't seem to mind. He smelled comforting, like warm cologne, fresh laundry, and something distinctly him.
Hongjoong pulled back just enough to look at your tear-streaked face. His thumb gently wiped away the tears still clinging to your cheeks, his touch incredibly tender.
"Well..." you whispered shakily against his chest, voice still thick with tears, "just by how you're treating me right now... maybe it's only the looks that Jaehyun inherited from you."
Hongjoong let out a soft, surprised chuckle, the sound vibrating warmly through his chest. He pulled back slightly so he could look at you properly, his hand still gently cupping your cheek.
"Is that so?" he murmured, a small, handsome smile tugging at his lips. His thumb brushed another stray tear from your skin. "I'll take that as a compliment then."
Hongjoong watched you with quiet intensity, his dark eyes never leaving your face as you pushed the pasta around your plate. The warm lighting in the dining room cast soft shadows across his sharp jawline and the open collar of his black shirt.
He set his wine glass down slowly, the quiet clink breaking the silence.
"What do you want to do with Jaehyun now?" he asked, voice low and velvety.You stared at your plate for a long moment, the hurt and rage you'd buried for two months rising back to the surface like poison.
"I want him to learn his lesson," you said bitterly, your voice cracking. "I want it to hurt. I want him to feel even a fraction of the humiliation and betrayal he made me feel."A heavy silence filled the room.
Hongjoong leaned back in his chair, studying you carefully. Then the corner of his mouth slowly lifted into a dark, dangerous smile. He stood up and walked around the table until he was standing right beside you. His tall frame towered over you as he gently tilted your chin up with two fingers, forcing you to meet his gaze.
"Then let me help you teach him," he murmured, his thumb brushing slowly across your bottom lip. "We can film ourselves in bed. You and me.ย I'll fuck you the way you deserved.ย I'll make you moan my name so loudly the camera catches every desperate sound."
Your breath hitched.
Hongjoong leaned down closer, his lips hovering near your ear as his voice dropped into a husky whisper.
"Imagine it, sweetheart... My hands all over this beautiful body. My cock buried deep inside you while you're falling apart. And then we send that video straight to Jaehyun. Let him watch his own father ruining the girl he was stupid enough to cheat on."ย He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his own burning with lust and something dangerously possessive.
"You'll be screaming for me... and he'll be forced to watch every second of it."
His fingers slid from your chin down the side of your neck, leaving a trail of heat on your skin."It's your decision," he said softly, but his eyes were anything but soft. "If you want real revenge... I'll give it to you tonight. I'll make sure my son never forgets what he lost."
You stared at Hongjoong, heart hammering wildly in your chest.
He was undeniably attractive. The way his black shirt stretched across his broad chest and muscular arms, the sharp line of his jaw, and those intense eyes that seemed to see right through you. At 42, he looked better than most men half his age. But this... this was crossing a dangerous line.
"I... I don't know," you whispered, voice shaky. You looked down at your hands, fingers twisting together nervously. "Mr. Kim, he's still your son. This feels... wrong."
Hongjoong gave you a warm, understanding smile, the kind that made the corners of his eyes crinkle gently. His hand slid from your thigh to your back, giving you a soft, comforting pat as if he could sense the storm of emotions inside you.
"It's okay," he said softly, voice gentle and reassuring. "I don't like pushing things on people, sweetheart. Especially not you."
He straightened up and moved back to his seat across from you, though his eyes never really left your face. The tension in the air slowly eased, but the heat of his earlier words still lingered.
"Go ahead and eat," he added with a small nod toward your plate. "Then you can rest if you want. No pressure at all. I'm just happy you're here."
You nodded quietly and picked up your fork again, though your appetite had mostly vanished. The carbonara tasted amazing, but your mind kept replaying his proposal, the image of you and Hongjoong in bed, filming everything, sending it to Jaehyun.
For the next few weeks, Hongjoong's offer refused to leave your mind.
It lingered like a parasite burrowing deeper every quiet moment. Late at night while you tried to study. During band practice when your mind should've been focused on counts and formations. Even in your dreams, his low voice would whisper the filthy promise again and again.
You told yourself it was wrong. Disgusting, even. He was your ex-boyfriend's father for heaven's sake. But no matter how hard you tried to push the thought away, it always crawled back, hotter and more tempting each time.You decided to ignore it. Bury it. Move on.
Until one sunny afternoon.
You were walking past the football field when you saw them.
Jaehyun was sitting on the bleachers with the same girl, the one you had dragged off his cock that day. She was laughing at something he said, leaning into his side while his arm was casually draped around her shoulders. He looked... completely unbothered. Like he hadn't shattered your trust and humiliated you in front of the entire campus.
Something ugly and sharp twisted violently in your chest.Your feet stopped moving. Your fists clenched tightly at your sides.All the pain, the anger, and the humiliation came rushing back in full force. And right behind it, Hongjoong's voice echoed clearly in your head.
"If you want real revenge... I'll give it to you."
That's when you stopped hesitating.
The sight of Jaehyun laughing with that girl on the bleachers had ignited something feral inside you. No more crying. No more burying the pain. Tonight, you were going to make him regret ever laying eyes on anyone else.
Later that evening, you stood in front of the his father's house with fire in your eyes and steel in your spine. Your fist knocked firmly on the wooden door.
The door opened, and there was Hongjoong.
He looked devastatingly attractive in a simple black button-up with the top few buttons undone, revealing a hint of his toned chest. His dark hair was slightly messy, and the moment his eyes landed on you. Standing there with flushed cheeks, furrowed brows, and clenched fists.
Before he could even speak, you looked him dead in the eyes and said with absolute conviction. "Let's do it."
The air between you instantly thickened. Hongjoong's gaze darkened with raw hunger as he stepped aside, silently inviting you in. The moment the door closed behind you with a soft click, it felt like the outside world had been shut out completely.
Your head started to spin.You didn't know if it was because of Hongjoong's strong, woody perfume, deep, masculine, and intoxicating, that kept flooding your senses with every breath, or if it was the sudden wave of nervousness crashing over you all at once.Your heart hammered violently in your chest. Your palms felt clammy. The reality of what you just agreed to hit you like a freight train.
"Come with me," he said softly.
His hand slid down to yours, at the flat as he guided you upstairs. The house was quiet except for the sound of your own heartbeat echoing in your ears. Every step up the stairs made your stomach flutter harder.He led you down the hallway and pushed open the door to the master bedroom. The room was spacious and masculine, dark wood furniture, a large king-sized bed with crisp black sheets, and soft ambient lighting from the bedside lamps. The air smelled faintly of his cologne, the same intoxicating scent that had made your head spin earlier.
Hongjoong gently pulled you inside and closed the door behind you with a soft click. Without saying a word, he guided you toward the bed, his hand resting lightly on your lower back.
"Sit down, sweetheart," he murmured.You obeyed, lowering yourself to sit at the edge of the large bed. The mattress dipped slightly under your weight. Hongjoong stood in front of you, tall and commanding, looking down at you with dark, hungry eyes.He reached out and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch surprisingly tender.
"Nervous?" Hongjoong asked softly, his voice low and gentle as he stayed crouched between your parted thighs.You could only nod, not trusting your voice. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment, but you couldn't deny it. Your heart was racing so fast you felt lightheaded, and the way he was looking at you, so intense, so patient, yet so hungry, made everything feel overwhelming.
Hongjoong gave you a small, understanding smile. He rose slowly from his crouch and sat beside you on the edge of the bed, his thigh pressing warmly against yours. One arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to his side while his other hand came up to gently cup your face.
"It's okay to be nervous, sweetheart," he murmured, thumb stroking your cheek. "This is a big step. But I promise... I'll take care of you."
He leaned in and pressed a slow, tender kiss to your forehead, then another on your temple, letting his lips linger there. The scent of his cologne wrapped around you again, making your head spin in the best way.
"I'm not going to rush you," he whispered against your skin. "We can go slow."
His hand slid down from your face to your neck, then lower, tracing the line of your collarbone with feather-light fingers. He tilted your chin up so your eyes met his again.
"Tell me what you want," he said softly, eyes dark but patient. "Do you want me to kiss you? Touch you? Or do you just want me to hold you until the nerves settle down?"ย His thumb brushed slowly over your bottom lip as he waited, giving you full control even while his body radiated heat and barely contained desire.
The sigh that left your lips was soft and shaky the moment Hongjoong's lips met yours.It wasn't rushed or demanding. It was slow, warm, and devastatingly gentle, like he was savoring the first taste of something he had wanted for a long time. Your head instinctively leaned into him, eyes fluttering shut as a rush of heat spread through your body.
Hongjoong hummed approvingly against your mouth, one hand cupping the back of your neck while the other stayed firmly on your waist, pulling you closer. His lips moved against yours with experience, deepening the kiss gradually until you parted your lips for him. When his tongue slipped inside, tasting you, a quiet whimper escaped your throat.He kissed you like he had all the time in the world, deep, sensual, and thorough. The kind of kiss that made your toes curl and your thighs press together instinctively.
When he finally pulled back, just enough to let you breathe, his forehead rested against yours. His breathing was slightly heavier, eyes half-lidded and dark with desire as he looked at you.
"Still nervous?" he whispered, voice husky. His thumb brushed tenderly over your now slightly swollen bottom lip.You barely managed a small shake of your head.
"There we go." Hongjoong smiled, slow and predatory, before capturing your lips again, this time with more hunger. His hand slid down your side, gripping your hip as he guided you further onto the bed until your back gently met the soft mattress.
He hovered over you for a moment, drinking in the sight of you lying in his bed, flushed cheeks, parted lips, and eyes hazy with nerves and arousal. Then, without breaking eye contact, he sat back on his knees and reached for the buttons of his black shirt.
One by one, he undid them slowly, deliberately, revealing his toned chest and defined abs inch by inch. The shirt slid off his broad shoulders and strong arms, exposing his muscular upper body. He was even more impressive than you had imagined, years of quiet discipline showing in every line of his torso. He tossed the shirt aside without care.
Your breath caught.
Hongjoong leaned down again, capturing your lips in another slow, heated kiss. His bare skin radiated warmth as he pressed closer, one hand sliding up your side.
His fingers found the hem of your sundress. He sat up slightly and gently tugged the fabric upward, eyes locked on yours the entire time, giving you every chance to stop him. You lifted your hips instinctively, and he pulled the dress up and over your head in one smooth motion, leaving you in just your bra and panties.
Hongjoong let out a low, appreciative groan as his gaze roamed over your body.
"Fuck... look at you," he murmured, voice rough with desire. His hands traced your waist, then moved up to cup your breasts through your bra, thumbs brushing over the fabric. He leaned down and pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone, then lower, between the valley of your breasts. His fingers skillfully unclasped your bra and slid the straps down your shoulders, freeing your breasts.
"Perfect," he breathed, eyes dark.He tossed your bra aside and returned to kissing you โ deeper this time, while his hands explored your now mostly bare body with slow, reverent touches.
Hongjoong kissed you like he was starving for you, his mouth claiming yours in deep, slow strokes while his hands explored your body with growing hunger. He trailed kisses down your neck, across your collarbone, and lower, until his lips wrapped around one of your nipples, sucking gently.
A soft moan slipped from your lips.
He continued downward, pressing wet kisses along your stomach until he reached the waistband of your panties. Without hesitation, he hooked his fingers into the thin fabric and started slowly pulling them down your thighs, exposing you completely to his hungry gaze.
As the lace slid down your legs, Hongjoong looked up at you, eyes dark with lust. His voice came out low and rough, slightly breathless.
"Where's your phone, sweetheart?" His hands never stopped moving. He finished pulling your panties off and tossed them aside, then ran his palms up your bare thighs, gently spreading them wider so he could settle between them.You could barely think straight, head spinning from the sensation of being completely naked under him.
"In... in my bag," you managed to whisper, voice shaky. "By the door..."
Hongjoong hummed in acknowledgment. He leaned down and pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss right above your mound, dangerously close to where you were already aching for him.
"Stay right here," he murmured against your skin, his breath hot. "Don't move."
He stood up for a moment, giving you a full view of his sculpted torso and the obvious bulge straining against his pants. He walked over to your bag, retrieved your phone, and returned to the bed.
Hongjoong gave you one last deep kiss before pulling back, then handed you your phone with a dark, heated look in his eyes.
"Here, sweetheart," he said, voice low and commanding. "You're going to record this."
He helped you sit up and lean back against the plush headboard, propping pillows behind you so you were comfortable. Then he moved down the bed, settling his broad shoulders between your spread thighs. His large hands gripped the back of your knees and pushed your legs wider apart, fully exposing your glistening pussy to him.
Your hands trembled slightly as you opened the camera app on of your phone and switched it to video mode. You hit record.
Hongjoong looked straight into the lens for a moment, a wicked smirk on his lips, before his gaze dropped back to your dripping core. Without another word, he leaned in and dragged his tongue slowly up your slit in one long, filthy stroke. A broken moan immediately spilled from your lips.
"Oh my god..." you whimpered, hips twitching.
Hongjoong groaned at your taste, the vibration sending sparks through your body. He licked you again, slower this time, savoring every drop before wrapping his lips around your swollen clit and sucking gently.
"Fuckโ!" you cried out, your free hand flying down to grip his hair.
He ate you out like a man possessed, slow and deliberate at first, then faster, more hungry. His tongue circled your clit, flicked it, then dipped down to push inside you. The wet, obscene sounds of his mouth on your pussy filled the room, clearly captured by the camera.
You struggled to keep the phone steady, your hand shaking as pleasure coursed through you. "Joongโ ahh!" you moaned loudly, eyes rolling back. "It feels so good..."
He looked up at the camera again, eyes almost rolling at the back of his head, while you watched his face contort through the screen of your phone. He then slid two thick fingers deep inside you, curling them perfectly against that sensitive spot. Your moans grew louder, more desperate, as you tried your best to keep recording, legs trembling around his head, hips grinding against his talented tongue.
His tongue worked your swollen clit with expert precision, licking, sucking, and flicking in perfect rhythm while two thick fingers pumped deep inside your soaked pussy. The wet, filthy sounds of his mouth and fingers filled the room, all of it being captured clearly on the phone you were desperately trying to hold steady.
"Ahhโ! Hongjoong... fuck!" you moaned loudly, your voice cracking.
Your head fell back against the headboard, but you forced your eyes to stay on the camera. Your thighs trembled violently around his shoulders. The pleasure was building fast, coiling tight and hot in your lower belly.
Hongjoong groaned against your pussy, the vibration making your back arch sharply.
"You taste so fucking good, baby," he growled, lips shiny with your juices. He curled his fingers harder, stroking that perfect spot inside you with every thrust. "So wet for me already."
"Iโ I can'tโ" you whimpered, hips grinding desperately against his face. "It's too good... I'mโ I'm so close!"
He sucked harder on your clit, flicking his tongue rapidly while his fingers fucked you faster, deeper. Your whole body started shaking uncontrollably. Hongjoong pulled back just enough to look up at you, eyes dark and commanding.
"Cum for me, sweetheart. Cum on my tongue." He dove back in, sucking your clit into his mouth with intense pressure while his fingers curled relentlessly against your g-spot. The coil inside you snapped.
"Oh my godโ Hongjoong!" you screamed, your back arching violently off the bed. Your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave. Your thighs clamped around his head as you came hard, pussy pulsing and gushing around his fingers. Wave after wave of intense pleasure ripped through your body, making your vision blur and your legs shake uncontrollably. You kept moaning his name brokenly, loud and shameless, as the orgasm went on and on. You didn't even know if you properly recorded the way he made you cum. It was too much for you to think about it.
Hongjoong didn't stop. He kept licking and fingering you through every pulse, milking every last drop of pleasure until you were a trembling, whimpering mess against the headboard. Only when your moans turned into weak, oversensitive whimpers did he finally slow down. He pressed one last gentle kiss to your throbbing clit before pulling his fingers out and looking up at you with a satisfied, predatory smirk.
Hongjoong huffed a heavy, shaky breath against your soaked pussy, his chest rising and falling as he tried to steady himself. Your orgasm had clearly affected him just as much. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide with lust, and his lips glistened with your release.
He slowly crawled up your body like a predator, hovering over you on his forearms. His muscular frame caged you in completely, his hard cock pressing hot and heavy against your inner thigh through his pants.
Without a word, he snatched the phone from your trembling hands. He quickly tapped the screen a few times, saving the video with a satisfied hum, then tossed the phone onto the far side of the bed where it landed safely on the pillows.
Now there was nothing between you two. Hongjoong looked down at you with pure hunger, his dark hair falling slightly over his eyes. His bare chest brushed against your breasts with every breath he took.
"Enough recording for now," he rasped, voice thick and rough. "I want to feel you properly."
He leaned down and captured your lips in a deep, messy kiss, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. One of his hands gripped your thigh, pulling it up around his waist as he ground his clothed erection against your bare, sensitive pussy. You moaned into his mouth, still twitching from your orgasm. Hongjoong broke the kiss just enough to rest his forehead against yours, breathing heavily.
"Are you ready for me, sweetheart?" he asked, voice low and husky, barely holding back his hunger. You didn't answer with words. Instead, you looked straight up into his eyes, fiery, determined, and needy all at once, and slowly wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Your fingers threaded through the hair at the nape of his neck as you gave him the clearest answer you could.
Hongjoong's eyes darkened even more. A low, pleased groan rumbled from deep in his chest.
"That's my good girl."ย He reached down between your bodies and quickly freed himself from his pants. His hard cock sprang out, thick, heavy, and flushed. He wrapped a hand around the base and rubbed the swollen head up and down your soaked slit, coating himself in your wetness.
You gasped softly at the feeling, your arms tightening around his neck.
Hongjoong pressed his forehead against yours, breathing heavily as he lined himself up with your entrance.
"Eyes on me, baby," he whispered roughly. Then, with one slow but firm thrust, he pushed the thick head of his cock inside you.
A broken moan escaped your lips as he stretched you open. Inch by inch, he sank deeper, groaning at how tightly your walls gripped him.
"Fuck... so tight," he hissed through gritted teeth, fighting the urge to slam all the way in. "You feel even better than I imagined."ย He buried his face in the crook of your neck, kissing and sucking on your skin as he gave you time to adjust to his size, his hips twitching with the effort of holding back.
The moment you wrapped your arms around his neck and looked him in the eyes, something in Hongjoong snapped.
He didn't hold back anymore.
With a deep, guttural groan, he thrust forward hard, burying his thick cock deep inside you in one powerful stroke. A loud, broken cry tore from your throat as he stretched you wide open, filling you completely.
"Fuckโ!" Hongjoong growled, voice raw with years of pent-up desire. "Finally..."
He didn't give you time to adjust. He pulled back almost all the way and slammed back in, setting a brutal, desperate pace right away. The bed creaked loudly beneath you as he fucked you like a man who had been starving for this moment for years.
"Been waiting so fucking long for this," he rasped against your neck, teeth grazing your skin as he pounded into you. "You have no idea how many nights I imagined fucking you raw in my bed."
Every thrust was deep and punishing, his hips snapping against yours with raw power. The sound of skin slapping skin mixed with your loud moans and his heavy grunts filled the room.
Hongjoong grabbed one of your legs and hooked it over his waist, driving even deeper. His rhythm was relentless, almost animalistic, like he was claiming you completely.
"Mine now," he groaned, one hand gripping your hip hard enough to leave marks while the other braced beside your head. "This pussy is mine."
He kissed you messily, all tongue and teeth, swallowing your moans as he fucked you harder. His hips rolled with every thrust, making sure you felt every inch of him dragging against your walls.You could barely think, only feel the way he was ruining you so perfectly. Hongjoong buried his face in your neck again, sucking hard on your skin as he growled.
He fucked you like a man possessed, hips slamming against yours with raw, years-long hunger.
He suddenly shifted his angle, hooking your leg higher around his waist and driving deeper. He thrust hard a few times, searching, adjusting, until he found it. Your whole body jerked violently.
"Ahhโ! Thereโ!" you screamed, nails digging into his shoulders.
Hongjoong's lips curled into a feral smirk against your neck.
"Right here?" he growled, voice dark and satisfied. He immediately started targeting that sweet spot mercilessly. Every thrust was precise, deep, and devastatingly fast, slamming directly into the spot that made stars explode behind your eyes. The wet, filthy sound of his cock pounding into your soaked pussy echoed loudly in the room.
"Fuck yesโ take it, baby," he groaned, eyes half-lidded with pleasure as he railed you without mercy. "This is what you needed, isn't it? A real man who knows how to fuck you properly."
His pace was brutal now, deep, fast, and relentless. The headboard banged loudly against the wall with every powerful thrust. Your breasts bounced wildly between your bodies as he drove into you again and again, hitting that perfect spot over and over.
You were moaning shamelessly, almost sobbing with pleasure, your arms locked tight around his neck.
Hongjoong buried his face in your neck, biting and sucking on your skin while he fucked you even harder, hips snapping with pure desperation.
"That's it," he panted, voice rough. He angled his hips again, making sure every thrust dragged perfectly against your g-spot, pushing you closer and closer to the edge at an overwhelming speed.
"You're getting so fucking tight again," he groaned, almost snarling. "Gonna cum for me already, sweetheart? Cum all over my cock like the good girl you are."
Hongjoong kept slamming into that perfect spot with ruthless precision, his hips moving in a fast, deep rhythm that left you completely undone. Your eyes suddenly rolled to the back of your head, mouth hanging open in a silent cry as the overwhelming pleasure reached its peak. Your entire body tensed violently beneath him.
"I'mโ I'm cummingโ!" you sobbed brokenly, voice cracking.
Your walls clamped down around his thick cock like a vice, pulsing and fluttering wildly as your second orgasm crashed through you even harder than the first. A loud, shameless moan tore from your throat, your back arching sharply off the bed while your legs shook uncontrollably around his waist.
The way your pussy squeezed him so tightly, almost begging him to cum with you, finally pushed Hongjoong over the edge.
"Fuckโ baby!" he growled loudly, his thrusts turning erratic and desperate. With a deep, guttural moan, he buried himself as deep as possible inside you and came hard. Thick, hot spurts of cum flooded your spasming pussy, filling you up completely as he kept grinding into you, riding out both of your orgasms.
His body trembled above yours, hips twitching with every pulse as he emptied himself inside you, groaning your name against your neck like a prayer. For a long moment, the only sounds in the room were your heavy breathing and the faint creak of the bed. Hongjoong stayed buried deep inside you, his forehead pressed against yours, both of you panting and covered in sweat.
"Shit..." he whispered hoarsely, pressing a lazy kiss to your lips. "You feel so fucking good milking my cock like that." He gave one last slow thrust, pushing his cum deeper into you, then stayed there, savoring the warmth of your body wrapped around him.
Both of you stayed locked together, breathing heavily in the quiet aftermath.
He let out a long, satisfied sigh and gently collapsed on top of you, careful not to crush you with his weight. His face nestled into the crook of your neck, lips brushing softly against your damp skin as he tried to catch his breath.
For a long moment, neither of you spoke. The only sounds were your mingled breathing and the faint beating of his heart against your chest.
Hongjoong was the first to move. He pressed slow, lazy kisses along your neck and jawline, then finally lifted his head to look at you. His hair was messy, cheeks flushed, and his eyes were softer now, warm, almost tender.
"You okay, sweetheart?" he whispered, voice hoarse from exertion. One of his hands came up to gently brush strands of hair away from your sweaty forehead.
You could only nod weakly, still dazed and trembling from the intensity of your orgasms. Your arms remained loosely wrapped around his neck, fingers playing with the hair at his nape.
Hongjoong smiled softly, a small, genuine smile that made the corners of his eyes crinkle. He leaned down and kissed you, slow, deep, and full of affection this time, completely different from the raw hunger earlier.
Hongjoong stayed buried inside you for a few more moments, savoring the warmth and the way your walls still fluttered around him. He pressed one last lingering kiss to your lips before slowly pulling out with a low groan.
A thick trickle of his cum immediately leaked from your swollen pussy onto the sheets. He watched it for a second with dark satisfaction before looking back at your face.
"Stay still, sweetheart," he murmured softly, brushing a kiss on your forehead. "Don't move. I'll get you a glass of water."
You nodded hazily, still floating in a blissful, post-orgasm daze. Your body felt heavy and boneless against the mattress.
As Hongjoong got up and walked out of the room, completely naked, you reached over to the other side of the bed where he had thrown your phone. Your fingers trembled slightly as you picked it up.
The video was still there.
Without giving yourself time to overthink, you opened your messaging app, found Jaehyun's contact, and attached the video. Your thumb hovered for only a second before you hit send.The message delivered.
You stared at the screen, heart pounding. A few seconds later, the typing bubble appeared... then stopped. Then appeared again.
Finally, a message came through.
Jaehyun: What the fuck is this?
Another message followed almost immediately, his panic clear even through text.
Jaehyun: Is that... my fucking dad?!
Jaehyun: Are you seriously fucking my DAD?!
You didn't reply. You smiled .A slow, satisfied, almost wicked smile spread across your lips as you scrolled through the flood of texts Jaehyun had sent in the last few minutes.
Jaehyun: What the actual fuck is wrong with you?!
Jaehyun: You're seriously fucking my DAD just because I made one mistake?!
Jaehyun: This is so fucked up. You're disgusting.
Jaehyun: Delete that shit right now. I can't believe you'd stoop this low.
Jaehyun: Answer me you fucking bitch.
Every angry, desperate message made the smile on your face grow wider. You could practically hear him shouting through the screen, the panic, the rage, the disbelief.
You were still smiling when Hongjoong returned with a glass of cold water in his hand. He paused at the doorway for a second, taking in the sight of you, naked, flushed, and glowing, sitting up in his bed while scrolling through your phone with a satisfied little smirk on your face.
Hongjoong raised an eyebrow, amused.
"Did you already send it?" he asked, walking over to the bed. You looked up at him and nodded slowly, biting your lip to suppress the grin threatening to spread across your face.
Hongjoong let out a low, rich chuckle, clearly pleased. He sat on the edge of the bed beside you and handed you the glass.
"Here, drink up," he said softly.
You took the glass and drank the rest of the water slowly while he watched you with dark, affectionate eyes. When you finished, he took the empty glass from your hand and set it on the nightstand.
He leaned in, cupping your jaw gently as he pressed a slow kiss to your lips.
"Good girl," he whispered against your mouth, voice laced with satisfaction. "Now come here."
Hongjoong pulled you back down onto the bed, wrapping his strong arms around your body and tucking you against his chest. He kissed the top of your head, one hand lazily stroking your back.
"Rest now, sweetheart," he murmured, holding you close. As you drifted off in his warm embrace, your phone buzzed one last time on the nightstand. You smiled against Hongjoong's chest and closed your eyes. Revenge had never felt so good.
A/n: this was supposed to be a rewrite, but I basically made an entirely new fic but with the same premise. Hope you still enjoy it. - from the writer formerly known as m1rotics.
Warnings: Dubcon, Reader is implied to have been given up to Hongjoong, Power Imbalance, Manipulation, Light Misogyny, Exhibitionism, Forced Caretaking, Pussy Inspection, Degradation, Groping, Body Worship, Light Fear Play, Dumbification, Slight Intoxication Play, Spit Play, Threats, Orgasm Control, Virginity Kink. Religious imagery is used + it gets blasphemous in usual cult fashion.
The room is neat and monochromatic.ย
The bed cover is black, the curtains are a dark grey, and the sheets are a lighter shade. The only dashes of color are from the nick-knacks lined up on the dresser and the books lining the shelves. It's a contained portion. All of it pressed against one wall; the desk tucked between the shelves.ย
The bed has its own wall, coupled by a single, smaller dresser on its right. It's a nice room. If the situation were different, you'd go so far as to describe the room as comfortable. Cozy, even. They clearly keep it tidy and ready to receive guests, but you can't admire that right now. Your palms are sweating and your stomach is churning. There's a layer of sweat forming all over your body. You're trembling. You want to hurl. You might pass out, or you'll save yourself the embarrassment and skip to choking on your own tongue.
Everyone's leering at you, watching, observing you like some kind of fidgety animal or a shiny, new toy. It's so quiet, you can distinguish each one of their breaths.ย
It's like the world is at a stand-still. The ground is minutes from crumbling beneath your feet. The calm before the storm.
Hongjoong hands rest on your hips, and he draws himself closer until the two of you are slotted together. He purrs, low in your ear, "they're going to get you ready for me. Prep you, pamper you, all those courtesies."
You swallow. The nerves lodged in your throat make it hard to speak. Stress rendering your tongue incapable. Hongjoong doesn't seem to care, nor want a response. You let your eyes wander, aiming to ignore the others. Eight men. There's eight people in here, and you only know one of them.ย
It makes you nervy. You've never been in a room with so many menโyou were never allowed to. Hongjoong claimed the title of the first man you were left alone with besides your father a few weeks ago. Now you're up to eight.
Yet, they all know you.ย
Hongjoong presses his cheek to yours. "Isn't she pretty?"ย
When no one answers, his hand grips your chin to force you to look at them. Your gaze locks with Seonghwa. The other person you know, barely, but you've heard of him. You know him mainly by name; Hongjoong speaks of him a lot, is near him a lot when you aren't around, so you've seen his face in passing. However, you haven't really gotten to know anyone but Hongjoong. Not through your own volition, but because it's a part of the rules. To bond you and Hongjoong closer.
It's important for you to form that trust with him, is what they told you. This is sacred.
You're getting special treatment from what you've heard. Not just anyone gets to experience this. Only the worthy. Only the chosen.ย
Your parents were jubilant. Their little girl favored by Hongjoong. Hand-picked to be by his side.ย
Nobody new has gotten this close to him. Nobody but you.
"Don't look away again," Hongjoong mutters. "I taught you how to listen, didn't I?"
"You did."
Hongjoong's hands trail up to your waist, dipping underneath your shirt. Warm hands kneading your stomach. "She's quite soft, I think you'll like her." His hands go further up, groping your tits, and yanking a yelp out of you. Hongjoong keeps you pushed against him. He noses at your temple as he says, "Especially here."ย
Your face burns, but you don't protest. You don't attempt to get away from him, you stand and take it. Nobody speaks, but it's not like they were intended to. No, they're taking to their role just as they're supposed to. Silently waiting. He peels himself away with a one last squeeze to your breasts, pulling your shirt back in its place.ย
"You're gonna be good for them, right?" He asks. "I don't want to hear any complaints about you later."ย
"Yeah," your voice is subdued, hushed. "I will."ย
"Good," he pushes you forward.
You flounder, and it takes everything to keep yourself from falling onto your knees.
"Be nice to her, 'kay?" He lilts, flippant.ย
Everyone takes it as the warning it's meant to be.ย
You hear the door open, then shut, solidifying the fact that you're alone with them. It's suffocating. You're so nervous, it's making you sick. You've never been anywhere without Hongjoong acting as your buffer.ย
You've been left in a lion's den.ย
They don't bother with any niceties. They move quickly, working as units. One person takes your back, pulling your shirt up and above your head. When you're able to see again, the prettiest man you've ever laid eyes on is standing in front of you, beginning to unbutton your pants. His hair is a vivid burgundy, and it matches the birthmark under his left eye.ย
Your mouth opens. He leaves before you can speak.
It's hard to catch up. When one leaves, another one takes their place. The man in front of you is tall. Tall enough that you have to lift your head a bit to look him in the eye. He's intimidating. His eyes are dark and intense. His plump bottom lip pulled between his teeth.ย
He gropes your chest through your bra and groans at the give. He steps closer. You attempt to step back, but the man at your back prevents that.ย
"Don't get too handsy, Mingi," he chides. Although, it's too light to be a true scolding.
The manโMingiโchuckles, deep and syrupy, but his hands don't move. He doesn't show any remorse. He licks his lips, eyeing you down.ย
Your breath hitches. There's a pit in your stomach you can't shake. Apprehension riding your heels.
"Look at her. She's practically begging to be fucked." A finger traces up the length of your spine, stopping at the clasp of your bra. You whimper when your bra strap hits your back, jolting at the spritz of pain. He unfastens it. Mingi slides it off your shoulder, letting it fall onto the carpet.
A man with fox eyes and a lazy grin saunters up to you next. His hair is long enough to tickle his neck. His hands settle on your waist, thumbs pressing into your stomach. He squeezes.
"She is soft," he murmurs, pouting. "This is making me jealous. He's so lucky. I want-"
Seonghwa kisses his teeth. "That's too bad, Woo. Get on with it."
The man, who you now know as Woo, guides you to the bed. He keeps physical contact the entire time: a hand on the small of your back, on your arms to spin you around, and on your shoulders to push you down until you're lying on your back. He coaxes your thighs open, careful and slow, as if he's savoring the process.ย
You see him swallow, and his head falls back with a tiny groan. Then, he's back to it. His fingers latch onto the band of your underwear. He drags them down your legs treacherously slowly, and you don't see where they've been discarded when they're finally off, but you figure it's none of your concern. He inches closer, and you can feel the heat of his breath now. Fanning over you.ย
Seonghwa wrenches him up by the hair.
ย "Hwa, don't-" he whines. "Please I needโ"ย
He gestures for someone, and two men wrangle Woo out the way, so that Seonghwa may take his place.ย
"Yun, hold her open," he murmurs.
Two large hands peel your thighs apart, keeping them there. Seonghwa brushes over your pubic hair. He pauses for a moment, then calls for someone. They bend down and he mutters something to them.ย
"I think he'd prefer her clean."
Seonghwa takes a moment to consider. Then, he turns back to you. The man stands to full height and backs away. The conversation, or lack thereof, makes you dizzy. His finger swipes through the lips of your cunt, and by the slide, you know it's damp. He hums, seemingly pleased.ย
You twitch, thighs flexing as they try to close.
It isn't until then that you realize you've been staring off into space, into the man above you. He's handsome. Soft features and coffee brown eyes. Dark blue hair shrouding his face. Your struggle draws his attention, and he clicks his tongue, scolding you without words. Your mouth opens, a question on the tip of it.ย
Yun grins, shaking his head.ย
You don't say anything. You almost forgot there's no need to. Best behavior. Don't talk. Don't fight.
You're doing so well. Hongjoong will be pleased. There will be no complaints if you can help it.
You jump when Seonghwa spreads you open. Slick folds completely on display now. He stops to look for a moment, inspecting you. No notes at the end, so you assume he doesn't find anything. You hope his silence is a good thing. He taps your clit, and your hips jolt. He doesn't say anything about that either. He runs a finger through the slick dribbling from your hole, and you whimper.
"Sensitive," he comments, sinking a finger in. The apology you had on the ready dies on your tongue. You gasp. You hear someone titter, a few whispers. It slides in easily. He curls his finger and your toes bend.
The pleasure is plucked away, fast as it was given.
"Everyone out. I'll do the rest myself," Seonghwa declares, rising from his knees.
There's a plethora of muttered curses as they go. A couple pleads to stay. Seonghwa staunchly ignores them, keeping his focus on you.
"Come," he orders.
You clamber off the bed and onto your feet, trailing after him like a lost puppy. He doesn't go far. He opens one of the two doors in the room.ย
It's a bathroom, so the other must be a closet.
ย It's beautiful. Spacious. Just a tad bit smaller than the actual room. The entire thing is marbled, and the tiled floor makes you shiver. It follows the coloring of the room, blueish-grey splattered with black. Black steel faucets and the wall art. The white clawfoot tub sits on its lonesome.
Seonghwa collects everything he needs and lines it up on the counterโbody wash, lotion, oils, and shaving cream.ย
"Is this your room?"
He gives a noncommittal hum, ignoring you in favor of filling the tub with water. He pours in a pink liquid and some type of oil, swirling his hand around to help get it all foamy.
"Get in," he instructs.
You hesitate, waiting for Seonghwa to leave, or walk away. He doesn't.
"Are you going to watch me bathe..?"
"Of course not," Seonghwa says. "I'm going to bathe you."
When he puts it that way, it makes you sound stupid. You should've put that together. You should've known. He's already done so much, this was only natural.
You amble closer.ย
Gingerly, you dip your feet into the water. He must have been mindful of the temperature, because it's perfect. Neither too hot nor too cold. You sigh, leaning back, allowing yourself to relax. Your legs stretch as far as they can. Which is actually pretty far. This is quite a large tub.ย
"Comfortable?"
You can't tell if he's being condescending or not, but Hongjoong told you to be good, so you will.
"Yes, it is."
It's not like you're lying. It really is comfortable. The water is scented. It's warm. There's space for you to stretch out, and it's doing wonders for your nerves. All that apprehension pushed to the backdrop, so that you can focus on the now. Plus, you don't have a crowd of people leering at you anymore.ย
If you were Hongjoong, you'd go crazy. He's constantly being watched. Constantly being waited on.ย
Seonghwa doesn't reply, but he reaches over and tugs one of your legs out of the water. He washes you in sectionsโ legs, neck, and arms. He has you stand up to reach your torso. It goes quickly with Seonghwa being surprisingly thorough. Goes over your entire body twice. He dries you off too.ย
"Sit here."
He pats the free space beside the sink. You listen, propping yourself up and powering through the chill of your bare ass on the counter. It's unsanitary and vaguely disgusting, but he hadn't handed you any clothing, so you deserve some grace.
Seonghwa lotions you from the soles of your feet to the skin of your neck, gently, nearly massage-like in nature.
"You're really good with your hands," you mumble. "Did you learn this for Joongie?"
That puts the smallest hint of a smile on Seonghwa's face. Despite his silence, you can tell he appreciates it. You're too busy admiring him to care about the lack of response. Up close, he's stunning with high cheekbones and honey-gold skin. A straight nose bridge and nice plump lips.
Seonghwa taps your thigh. "Wider."
So, you listen, spreading your legs. Seonghwa rubbing something on your cunt makes you jump. Oh. Right, there was a can of shaving cream. He's planning to shave you. That's why that guy said he'd prefer it bareโthey were talking about your cunt. The realization makes you shiver. Enough to catch Seonghwa's attention.ย
"Be still."ย
"Sorry. I'm nervous. I've just-" you stammer. "I've never.."
Seonghwa stops you. "I know."
You mutter another apology. Shame boiling your blood. It's hard to stay put when he begins to slather you in it. The shaving cream is warmer than you expected. Maybe, Seonghwa warmed it up for you. It's still weird. You wish you could kill this restlessness. The difference of energy between the two of you is jarring. Seonghwa doesn't seem to hold any of your woes. He moves with precision; purpose. He lathers it everywhere he needs to. The creases of your thighs, the lower stomach, mound, and folds.ย
There's a gentle quality to it. Careful as to not hurt you, or he doesn't want to hear you complain. Daddy always told you to be wary of men. That they almost always have ill intent. He dips lower to get your taint and asshole too. Stops to wash his hand before he continues. Then, he's picking up the razor and sinking to his knees to get a better view.ย
You have to ask. "Have you done this before?"
Seonghwa pauses. His eyes flicking up to your face, and you see him deciding if he'll answer. "Something like that."
You figured. There's no reason to be this good if you've never done it before.ย
"Remember, it's very important you don't move. I trust you can do that."ย ย
He speaks to you like a kid, like you're stupid, drawing the words out. Honey cascading off a spool.
He waits for you to nod.ย
Indignation simmers in your gut. You're not stupid. You know the importance of it. It's common sense.ย
He starts from the top, below your belly button, beginning to work his way down. Uses his thumb to anchor the skin in place. He shaves you slowly, working down in the creases. Then moving back to the top to go down again. He goes with the grain, never against it. Seonghwa is methodical. He doesn't rush. He doesn't nick you. There's no wasted movements. He doesn't do anything he doesn't have to.ย
Occasionally, he halts to dunk the razor and wipe it off. It turns into a routine. A few swipes, dunk, wipe, and continue.
"Hold yourself open."
You do.ย
Like this, it's nearly impossible to stifle your tremors. There's an itch in your body. A tickle beneath the skin. Something that you continuously have to smother. You've never had anyone look at you so intently, or be this close to your privates at all. It must be the intimacy of it that's getting to you. The sheer amount of care that Seonghwa is putting in this. Slick is leaking out of you, pooling onto the counter and almost to the edge.
If it gets in the way, Seonghwa doesn't mention it. He doesn't even acknowledge it. He just readjusts his grip to get access to the bottom of your cunt and your crack.
When he's done, he wipes the rest off with a washcloth. Then, he's leaning closer to hike himself off the ground, and you flinch at his breath blowing over your clit.ย
Bewildered, you stare at him for a moment, waiting for him to say something, to berate you, or do anything at all.
He does none of those things. He just looks at you, cryptic in that way you've come to expect from him.ย
You relax, chalking it up to an accident.ย
Something akin to what could be a chuckle leaves him, but it also just sounds like a puff of air through his nose.
"Stay right there."
You lightly swing your legs as you wait for him, counting the streaks in the marble to quell your he comes back holding a translucent robe. You hop down to let him slip it on you.ย
He escorts you to Hongjoong like that. Barefoot and dazed. Hongjoong kisses you silly while you wait for them, asking questions about how it went and if they were nice to you. Trivial things to pass the time.ย
"Do you like them?"ย
You blink. A pause. You don't really like them. You don't know if you're allowed to not like them. Hongjoong wouldn't like it if you said that. Nobody likes when you have an opinion on anything.
Obedience is key. Compliance is indispensable.ย
"Yeah, I do."
Hongjoong smiles. "I'm sure they like you too."ย
You lean into him. "I hope so."
Anxiety doesn't catch up to you again until your lying on the stone with Hongjoong standing at the base of it, and all of his men standing a few feet away. They're all wearing the same thingโa black long sleeve, black leather pants with a matching mask, silver accessoriesโit's intimidating. The ambiance. The scrutiny of it.ย
It's odd to see all of them so quiet, stock-still, statuesque in their silence.ย
Your parents warned you about men, about their licentiousness, about what happens when girls like you stray. They told you that your husband is the only one who should see you like this. You wonder if they're aware that Hongjoong has turned you into a proper spectacle. If they'd still follow him despite.
You wonder if this is wrong.
You aren't quite sure anymore.
"Has anyone ever touched you before?"ย
Hongjoong murmurs, peering down at you. It's a question he's asked before. He knows what you'll say, but you must answer.
"No, I've neverโฆ" you whisper. "I've never been touched before."
"Have you ever wanted to know a man?"
"Only you," you confess.
Hongjoong grins, flashing white teeth.ย
"Then you shall."ย
Hongjoong's hands are hot when he touches your skin, settling on your anklesโwarm like freshly spilled blood, staining your skin, permeating your body. You allow yourself to melt under his palms.ย
In the candlelight, he is nothing short of saintly. His hair is so close to white, it glows in the light. Forming a little halo around his head. His skin a beautiful shade of ochre. His eyes, in contrast, are black. Hunger dwells within them, hidden just below the surface. He crawls closer, and through the gap you could see the soft swells of his pectorals. His robe is the color of lapis, of clear skies. Though, it looks darker in dim lighting.
Hongjoong pushes your legs apart to slot himself between them. His hand trailing from your thigh to your hip, while the other hikes your leg up to bend your knee.ย
He leans down, pressing a kiss to your stomach. You squirm, eyelashes fluttering. He chuckles into you, planting another an inch higher. Then an open-mouthed kiss to your sternum. Another in between your clavicles. He doesn't worry about removing your robe, doesn't even try. He doesn't have to.ย
It's thin enough you can feel through it. You can feel everything. The heat of his breath, his plush lips, and his heavy hands on your hips.
Sporadically, he rakes his blunt nails up and down your sides to tempt more reactions out of you.ย
"D'ya like it?" He breathes, tongue laving over your ear. "Does it feel good to be under me?"ย
You shudder, hiccuping. It feels weird. Wet and warm. Ticklish. "I dunno. It feelsโฆ odd."ย
"You'll like it," he promises. Kisses the spot below your ear. "I'll make you like it."
Hongjoong swoops down, attaching his mouth to your tit. His tongue swipes over your nipple and your body trembles. Your thighs rub together, and you can feel the wetness collecting between them. It embarrasses you. The crest of arousal, wetness blooming between your legs. His free hand provides your neglected nipple with attention. He cups your breast in his hand, squeezing. Absently rubbing your nipple, tugging on it. It sends tingles of pleasure through you.ย
Your head lifts. You have to blink away the film to see. Hongjoong's rosy mouth latched onto your breast. His eyes half-mast and murky.ย
It's not long until he switches to the other side. His hand pinches your spit-soaked nipple. He sucks hard and you gasp, chest stuttering. Your hips buck. One of your hands buries itself in his hair, wedging yourself against him. Hongjoong laughs into you, and it ripples through you. Traveling all the way to your cunt. Your other hand rests on his shoulder, and you have to stop yourself from digging your nails in.
"Want more," you huff, petulant.ย
The sounds coming out of you are obscene. Things you couldn't have imagined. You didn't know your vocal cords could produce these noises. You hadn't realized you were capable.ย
Hongjoong pulls of a with a pop, panting. His lips swollen and bruised. His lips pucker, and the gush of air that follows is enough to tug a whine from you. He ducks down to bite at your rib. You whimper.
"See how needy you are from me playing with your cute tits," he titters, lapping at the teeth marks left behind. "I can already imagine how good my tongue could make you feel on that pretty cunt of yours, doesn't that sound nice? I could make you feel so good. You'd love it. I think they'd love to watch me eat you, too."ย
The reminder of the audience is sobering. White-hot humiliation floods your veins, inundating your brain. They've all lost that larkish edge, giving way for something far more decadent; they look like they're starving. A newfound tension riddling them. Your mouth clamps shut, stifling your moans.
If Hongjoong weren't in the way, you'd cover yourself.ย
He sinks his teeth into the fat of your breast. Lightly at first, slowly increasing the pressure until you cannot muffle your cry. You yank at his hair, attempting to dislodge him, and he groans.ย
A string of spit connects him to your nipple when he separates from you.ย
"Don't get shy on me now." His tongue lolls out to circle your nipple as he looks up at you. A feral glint in his eyes.ย
"I'm not," you mumble.
Hongjoong rises, running a finger down your middle. He pushes your robe off to drape over the slab beneath you. "If you say so."
His thumb peels your pussy open. Watches it contract, pulsing. He murmurs, "there you go. All pretty and puffed up down here."ย
His middle finger teases your slit, watching it quiver around nothing. Your hips chase after it, trying to press yourself into him to push his finger in.ย
Hongjoong tuts, "you're so desperate to be filled. Have patience."
"I do," you huff. "I just-"ย
Hongjoong smacks your thigh, hissing. "Quiet."ย
You shut your mouth.
"Keep up the attitude, and I must just stuff this little hole full with no prep," he grumbles. "Rip your virgin cunt in half. Fuckin' ruin it." His hand encases your pussy, three fingers pressed to your slit, threatening. "Is that what you want? Want me to break you so early on?"ย
You panic, thrashing. "No, no, no. I'll be good. I'll be perfectโdon't do it. Don't. Can't take it."
Hongjoong's head tilts. "Does what you want matter?"
Fear chokes you. It hunkers down inside your chest and makes it hard to breathe. Your heart rate is picking up. A sheen of tears coating your eyes. You shake your head.ย
"So you're not stupid," he comments. "Do you think I should be nice to you when you're being so rude to me in front of my men?"
You're scared. You want to flee, to run. It's not like you're tied up. There's nothing holding you here. Yet, you don't move. You lie there, trapped, staring into the dark oblivion of Hongjoong's eyes.ย
There's nowhere to go. Nowhere you'd rather be.ย
At this moment, you realize that this is the closest Hongjoong has ever gotten to God. He looks like Him. With his violence and obstinacyโhis overwhelming nature. Him in the flesh. You can feel it. That dreadful awe. Righteous terror. You, the sacrifice. The sinner and the feast. Him, the blade. The hand of judgment.ย
A tear slips down your temple. "No, I don't. I don't know anything. I'm sorry. Sorry for thinking."
Hongjoong coos, seemingly placated. "That's okay. You know better now. Girls don't think. That's not what you're made for."
He slides his index in.ย
"You're meant to appreciate, to take what I give you." He intones. "You're made for me, so I'll decide what you get and what you'll give. I own you. Every single inch. From that silly brain to the tips of your toes. Do you understand?"ย
You nod emphatically.ย
Hongjoong's fingers aren't long, not like Seonghwa's had beenโthey're shorter, just a tad longer than your own, but they're thicker. One is hardly anything but it's still noticeable. His finger flexes, bending, grazing something inside of you. Your hand scrambles for something to hold onto, scratching uselessly at the slate.
Hongjoong laughs.ย
A playful, lilting thing. Any signs of anger disintegrated. It's so dissimilar, so antithetical to what you've witnessed, it frightens you.ย
It chills you to your core. You've never understood the meaning of God-fearing, not in the way everyone else did, but you do now. It's impossible not to looking at Him, at Hongjoong. Divinity oozes off him. You clench around his finger, unthinkingly. He shoves another finger in. There's a faint stretch.ย
Hongjoong's pace is languid. Shallow thrusts that are angled to constantly bump that sensitive spot inside you. Your head is spinning, dizzy. Your hips are undulating to seek more pleasure, to press yourself against him. It is humiliating. The utter amount of need that pours out of you, leaking out your cunt and your eyes and your open mouth. You hadn't realized anything could whittle you down to this.
It's undeniably pleasant. Far better than what your parents taught you. Procreation was always described as perfunctory. For utilitarian purposes only. Strictly for the bedroom and no prying eyes.ย
His thumb brushes over something and you seize.ย
"What was-" you gasp, strained. "That felt-"
"Amazing, I know," Hongjoong fills in for you, does it again to hear you mewl. "I knew you'd love it. Never doubt me again. You don't know what's good for you. You don't know anything, but since you want to know I can tell you. That was your clit, baby."
Flattening his thumb against it, he strokes it absentmindedly. Rubbing up and down. Down and up. He's stopped thrusting, focusing his attention on your clit. Pressure builds in your tummy. A distinct tightness in your lower abdomen. Forthcoming. It's approaching faster than you can think. Your moaning, writhing. Hongjoong uses a hand to capture your hip, curbing your movements.ย
"Beg me." Hongjoong says.ย
You reach out for him, but he slaps your hands away. Tears blur your vision. Your chest is heaving. Your heart a hammer in your ribcage.ย
"Please, Joongie. Please," you babble. "I need it. Need you. I can't do it without you."
Hongjoong giggles. A boyish, fleeting sound. "Please what? You don't even know what you're asking for."
He's right. You don't know what you're asking for, but you know that you want it. You want it so badly. You want so much it hurts. An ache only he can fix. You know that it's coming, and Hongjoong's not stopping.ย He's still rubbing sticky circles into your clit. His fingers jammed inside you.
You know that you don't want him to stop.
"I'm gonna- I'm gonnna- I don't know."ย
He stops.
The comedown is harrowing. It leaves you empty. Gutted and barren. Sanity spilling out of you. Coherence is hard to come by. Pushing out and taking in puffs of air feel Olympian. As if your chest with collapse in on itself. Tears glide down your temples.ย
"Hongjoong," you mumble, imploring, watery and low.
"Poor thing," he croons. "You don't know what to do with yourself, do you? You don't even know to ask for something. What you want is to cum, baby." His hips roll into you, and you can feel the imprint of him. Blaring and incessant. "Do you know what this is?"
You gulp, fluster. "Your penis."
"No, dummy," he chides. "There's other words."
Your eyebrows pinch together. You weren't taught anything else.ย
"I don't know."
"There's two different words," he murmurs. "You can either call it a cock or a dick. That's what big girls call it. That's what you'll call it."
"That's soโฆ vulgar."ย
"Say it."ย
"Say what?"
"Ask for my cock," he clarifies. "Ask me to fuck you and make you cum on my fingers."
Your mouth shuts, opens. Shuts again. Then opens once more. The words gumming up in your throat, sticking to your stomach lining. You parents were strict about the words you used. You weren't allowed to be crass. You weren't allowed to be dirty. They made sure you always acted like a lady. You weren't even supposed to know cunt or pussy. You found out when something explicit came on TV.
"Please f-"
"I want you to look at them while you do it." Two fingers tapping your cheek. "Show them how pretty you are when you use your manners."
You have to steel yourself.ย
Gradually, you turn your head, shuddering when you meet their eyes. It's hard to pick one to look at. They all blend together. A black smear in your vision. Sliver glinting like stars. They look ravenous. Their fists balled. Their breathing is deep and intentional. You're debauched, shameful and lewd. Your mouth moves anyway, "please fโฆ fuck me. Please make me cum on your fingers.
"Only my fingers?" he sighs, sulking, plunging three fingers inside you. You jerk at the stretch. More than what you're used to. Is he mad at you again? Is he teasing you?
You can't tell.
"No, no, I want your cock," you amend. "I want all of you. I want everything."
Hongjoong motions for something. Someone places a cup of red wine in his hand. It sploshes around, nearly spilling. He throws his head back and half of it is gone. He bends forward, pursing his lips. He sets the glass down to tap your cheek. Your mouth opens. He spits it into your mouth, and it comes down like a waterfall. It's tart. Gross. You don't like it.
You swallow what you can, but it dribbles down your cheeks. Hongjoong happily laps up the excess. Ending it with a messy kiss, slurping what he can out of your mouth and stealing your breath.
He leans back to pour the rest from the glass, taking advantage of the leverage to quicken his thrusts. He's snapping his wrist now. Lugging you to the edge. You try to lurch forward, but Hongjoong puts a hand to your chest. He sets the cup back down when you're done.
Sputtering, your cheek bulging around your mouthful. It's so gross. It's absolutely disgusting, but you have to do it. Hongjoong told you to, so you must. He pinches your clit between thumb and pointer, and you gurgle pathetically. Desperately trying not to choke. You're dangling off the edge, and you blubber out a plea, but it comes out wrong. Unintelligible.
"Such a sloppy girl," he tuts, pulling his fingers out of you and breezing past your pleas for more. He grabs your face, smearing slick on your skin. He shakes your head from side to side. "Getting me all dirty."
"Sorry."ย
โYou'll clean it up, won't you?โ he coos, sugar-sweet; light as crรฉme.ย
"Yeah."ย
His skin tastes like you. Tangy and evidently human. It's not that bad. It's certainly not something you'd do on your own, but you don't hate it. Hongjoong latches his finger onto your tongue, pressing on it. You suckle at them. He thrusts them in. Once, twice. Just to make you gag. He yanks them out, and you smack your lips. The taste lingers.
"What does it taste like?"
Unsure, you answer. "It tastes like me."ย
"Let me see."ย
For some reason, your vision is fuzzy, and it softens Hongjoong. It makes him look cherubic, light limning his body and radiating off of him.ย
Hongjoong's mouth is wine-warmed and bitter. His lips are velvety and nice. It's a sweet kiss. It's more tender than what you'd expect from him. His mouth tastes like salvation; deliverance. Like love, Like being lured to the light at the end of all roads. It's a comforting thing. As if you're being bled so gently, you don't realize you're dying. It is dreamy, untouched by reality. Hongjoong draws back. His cheeks are flushed pink and his lips are ruby red.ย
Deliberately, Hongjoong unties his robes, and it rolls off his shoulders. Showcasing his pectorals and the divots of his collarbones. He opens it up to reveal his cock. It's not long, but it's thick. Wide. His tip is ruddy and glistening.ย
He taps his cock against your clit. You twitch, hole clenching around nothing. He spreads you open, presses the head of his cock against your pussy, thrusts to coat the underside of his cock in your slick. The tip bumping your clit at every pass. He's taunting you, keeping you on the brink but never giving you enough.ย
"Joongie," you hiccup. "Don't do that."
โDon't do what, baby?โ he says, jutting his lip out in a faux pout. Another thrust. โtell me what you want. Tell me and I'll think about giving it to you, how about that?"
"Want you to fuck me," you snivel.
Hongjoong lays a kiss on your open mouth.ย
โOne more time,โ he breathes, nearly reverent, a touch whiny.ย
โFuck me, please,โ you wail, sniffling.
With a startling amount of strength, Hongjoong flips you onto both knees. There's dull pain in your knees, but it gets eclipsed by the sudden fullness. He rams his cock in with one stroke. It aches. It hurts. He's so thick. He's tearing you open, splitting you apart.
He doesn't let up, doesn't grace you with any reprieve. He moves immediately. Drilling a hole only he can fill, branding you. He's trying to gut you, to make you into a proper sacrifice, you think. That must be it. That must be why. You're ripping. Your hole is so full, too full. Stretched to its limits.ย
You scramble, blubbering. "Hurts. It hurts. S'too much. Can't take it."
Your slobbering, drool trickles out your parted mouth, pooling on the stone beneath you. It mixes with the tears running down your face. Your eyes snap shut.ย
Hongjoong grunts, "open your eyes."ย
Your eyes peel open, and you blink away the tears obscuring your vision. It doesn't work. The force of his thrusts jerk you forward, scraping your knees. You can do nothing but sniffle, whimpering. He pulls your head to the side, gritting out, "look at them while I fuck you."ย
They're nothing more than a bunch of splotches. Hardly resembling a human anymore. It doesn't hurt anymore. It's starting to feel good. The drag of him against your wall. The sting of his skin hitting your skin. His balls smacking against your clit. Your cries have shifted into moans.ย
"Look at them." He grips your hair. "Fucking look at them. Don't look away. Don't close your eyes."
You hadn't realized your eyes were closed. Keeping them open is harder than you thought, but fear is a great motivator. You're not looking at themโnot really. It's unseeing, practically looking through them.ย
โCome closer.โ he orders.ย
It takes you a second to realize he's not talking to you. The sound of their boots hitting the floor is deafening, bouncing off the walls. Echoing. Although, it gets muffled by the squelching of your pussy, the echo of your desperate moaning, his deranged rambling.ย
โIsn't she the perfect whore?โ he asks, voice thick. โHer virgin cunt takes my cock so well. She was born for this. Made for me.โย
Your cunt quivers around him, at how crude he is, at how he talks about you. The praise sears through you, caramelizing your blood. Melting in your mouth like chocolate.
"You're so tight," he groans. "Tell me you're mine. Tell me how much you love it."
"Love you, love your cock," you squeal. "I'm yours. Jus' yours. Forever."
Hongjoong's pace increases inexplicably. Without rhyme or reason, he fucks into like he's gone feral, like he's trying to dig into you. His hand splays out over your back, pushing your chest down. Your back cracks. Your lungs ache from the strain. It's hard to breathe like this. Worsened by the fact that like this, he's going impossibly deep that it knocks the air out of your lungs.ย
โYou're mine. All mine.โ he chants, slowing down. "Fuck, m'close. Gonna cum inside you. Gonna make you mine in every possible way. Breed you full."
He curls over you, wrapping his arm around you to hold you to his chest. He's scorching to the touch. Molten-gold. Bleeding-sun. He can't truly thrust anymore. There's not enough room. He can't pull himself away to fuck you anymore. Instead, he grinds into you. Quick, shallow bunny humps. He brings to fingers to clumsily rub your clit.ย
"You come after me," he breathes. "Not a second before."
The pleasure grows needling. You convulse. Your toes curl and pop. Your eyes roll up into your skull. You howl like a wounded animal, trying to run from the pleasure, from the intensity of it all. You want to get away. You want to be obedient, but it's difficult.ย
Hongjoong's hand leaves you and comes down with a wet smack. You yelp. Your entire body is taut from the strain of holding it in. The pleasure takes you hostage. It keeps you suspended. Your cunt clamps down on him like a vice, slick trailing down your thighs.
He cums from that, bores his teeth into your shoulder. He lets out tiny huffs through his nose. Slaps your cunt again, angling it flat over your clit. Your orgasm spears you, cleaving you in half, cracking through your bones like a spatch-cocked chicken. Euphoria. Pure ecstasy. That's what this is. It feels like warmth, like love. Like everything you've ever wanted.ย
Hongjoong doesn't stop until you've gone limp. Dried out and boneless. Little, gaspy moans escaping you. Too tired to attempt to squirm away from him or knock his hand off your tender clit.
Steadily, his breath evens out, and allows your body to drift away from his own. You slump, sagging onto your stomach. Peering between your legs, he grins. "Make sure all of it stays inside of her. I don't want a drop wasted"
He doesn't have to look at them for them to know who he's talking to. After all, they're the ones in charge of your aftercare.ย
Petting your head, Hongjoong says, โdon't worry, they're going to clean you up. I take care of whatโs mine after all.โ
๐๐ฒ๐ง๐จ๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฌ ; Headcaons on how I view Hongjoong as a chief executive officer.
๐๐๐ข๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ ; Ceo!Hongjoong x Wife!Reader.
โ โ ๐๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ : 306. โ โ ๐๐๐ง๐ซ๐ : Smut + Fluff. โ โ ๐๐๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ : Kisses, reassurance, childhood nickname, petnames, hand holding, missionary, praises, whimpering, softtop!joong, and you get to choose if you want a creampie or pull out. Itโs not specifically stated.
โก โ ๐๐ข๐ฉ ๐๐๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ฌ ; @kissmatz @eggielix @miisanthropology @liaaaafixofff @chanscappuccino @eunseoksgirl @threepointstogrifendor @fixon-min @groovyravenagain @matznana @smuttaburger @barbtiny @yeosangholic1 @maliabobea15 @pyuddings @mourninglizzy send a ask to be added or removed!
A/N โ Been on a soft joong streak, i donโt know what else to tell you.
Ceo!hongjoong who prioritizes you over his own work and company. He doesnโt care if heโs in the middle of a meeting, if you called. Heโd come.
Ceo!hongjoong who always keeps a picture of your wedding showcased on his desk, always glancing at you and your smile for motivation on why he keeps working.
Ceo!hongjoong who doesnโt care about his public appearance, if youโre feeling overwhelmed heโll kiss your temple or forehead while whispering sweet and soft reassuring words to try to help make you feel better.
Ceo!hongjoong who keeps a keychain if your childhood nickname engraved into it.
Ceo!hongjoong who always looks at you like you hung the moon, even when youโre at home doing nothing. Because to him, youโre not just his wife. Youโre his good luck charm.
Ceo!hongjoong who always referrers to you as โmy angelโ whenever heโs calling for you, or simply even talking about you to others.
โ โIโm busy.โ โIโm sorry..โ โOh! No, my baby. You stay.โ
Ceo!hongjoong who prefers to hold hands while in missionary, it brings him that emotional closeness he needs after a long day.
Ceo!hongjoong who trails soft kisses across your collarbone, whispering โmy sweet, pretty girlโ with each thrust of his hips.
Ceo!hongjoong who whimpers and arches his back whenever he feels you clench around him. The pleasure ends up being unbearable for him.
Ceo!hongjoong who hold your legs up so he can go as deep as possible inside your cunt, always right before his strokes become sloppy and needy.
Ceo!hongjoong who presses on your lower stomach out of habit to encourage you to try to match his timing.
Ceo!hongjoong who whines and moans โpleaseโ over and over a few moments before he cums, even though heโs the one in complete control over the situation.
mdni, hard thoughts about park seonghwa, especially bcos of the new trailer that dropped ๐๐
๐ thinking about: mean dom!seonghwa
mean dom!seonghwa who stuffs your mouth with his fingers or your panties to keep you quiet while he fingers you open on his long slender fingers.
mean dom!seonghwa who holds you on his lap, facing the mirror and seeing yourself fall apart on his fingers, wetting the mirror as your squirt from his ministrations on your poor cunt.
mean dom!seonghwa who hates it when you whine, pushing your head further into the pillow as he wrecks your hole from behind.
mean dom!seonghwa who makes you watch his cock going in and out of you infront of the mirror, teasing that oh so sweet spot so your cunt squeezes his cock oh so well.
mean dom!seonghwa who refuses to let you take a break after you came, going round after round till you're just a whiny and babbling mess everytime his cock goes inside you.
๐๐ฒ๐ง๐จ๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฌ ; Headcanons on how I think Hongjoong would be as a jealous boyfriend.
๐๐๐ข๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ ; Boyfriend!Hongjoong x Fem!Reader.
โ โ ๐๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ : 328. โ โ ๐๐๐ง๐ซ๐ : Smut. โ โ ๐๐๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ : Bathroom sex, chin gripping, lwk mirror sex, hickeys, sex toys, meandom!joong makes an appearance, cream pies, begging, and slight dacryphilia.
โก โ ๐๐ข๐ฉ ๐๐๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ฌ ; @kissmatz @eggielix @miisanthropology @liaaaafixofff @chanscappuccino @eunseoksgirl @threepointstogryffindor @fixon-min send a ask to be added or removed!
A/N โ We all know and love Hongjoongโs jealous side, so why not write something about it ๐. I also got lazy, if you couldnโt tellโฆ
Jealous!hongjoong who glares at you whenever your attention is on anything but him, he feels like he needs to be the center of your entire world.
Jealous!hongjoong who clears his throat every time a person tries to talk to you for too long.
Jealous!hongjoong who squeezes your hand a little too hard whenever another person compliments literally anything youโre wearing, butting in and saying โyeah, I know. I was the one who bought it for her.โ Before pulling you away from the conversation.
Jealous!hongjoong who always puts your chair right next to his, to the point neither one of you barely have any room.
Jealous!hongjoong who sucks his teeth and pulls that one smirk whenever he catches another man looking at you too long for his liking, even if the man was just zoning out.
Jealous!hongjoong who always keeps his hand on your lower back whenever youโre at a party or event. He claims itโs so you donโt get lost, but itโs so others know youโre taken.
โ โWhat were you doing yesterday?โ โNothing, why?โ โYou didnโt answer my calls.โ
Jealous!hongjoong who will bend you over in the bathroom when he canโt take it anymore, gripping your chin to make you watch through the mirror as well.
Jealous!hongjoong who leaves a trail of hickeys from your jaw to your collar bone, he needs it to be as visible as possible.
Jealous!hongjoong who if heโs feeling a little too jealous or upset, heโll get a whip and will smack you on the ass with it over and over until heโs satisfied.
Jealous!hongjoong who wonโt wear a condom, and he will make sure to cum inside as well. It reminds him that you are completely his and that heโs yours.
Jealous!hongjoong who will stop mid session just to hear you beg for him. Itโs an ego boost for him.
Jealous!hongjoong who laughs at you when you start crying, telling you to suck it up and take it until heโs done.
Oh the urge of wanting to be in Hongjoong's new studio, straddling his lap while he's sitting on his desk chair. The warm dim lights are on, the moonlight slightly spilling in the room through the windows, just the hum of the electronic equipment in the background. To run my fingers through his soft short brown hair, his hands on my waist and back, running them softly on my body like he wants to memorize every inch of him. Our lips moving together as soft breaths and moans escape our mouths in the kisses, then he kisses my neck, wet and hot, and i moan softly his name in pleasure, a shiver running through my spine and he smiles against my skin, knowing i'm entirety his. Just both of us, slowly making out and feeling each other's forms, and at some point, it gets heated. Touch becomes bolder, just grinding our heats against one another while we let pretty sounds of desire, and as we come to both of our peaks, completely crashing out against each other, he whispers sweet nothings into my ear and kiss my temple and forehead, letting me falling asleep in his arms, in our afterglow ๐โค๏ธ
ใSummaryใ: Hongjoong was your brother's enemy and an enemy of the state, but yet you can't help but melt when his ice-cold metal hand touches you in just the right places.
ใWord countใ: 1.90k
-> Genre: Marvel Crossover. Smut. Angst
[Warnings]: Dark themes. Mention of hydra and torture. Mcu cannon violence. Insecurities, fear. Hongjoong is very broken. Mention of weapons. Smut, eating out. Nipple play. Making out. Clothing being ripping off (literally). Marking kink. Pleasure bruising
Sneaking around became the easiest thing for you. Being quiet, a true assassin as Nat would say. It became your specialty out in the field for missions, taking another path from the rest, gliding along the floor without a sound before attacking the enemy from behind without them ever being able to catch a glance at you. This skill of yours became your trump card for sneaking out at night. Whether you were staying in your apartment in the Avengers compound or staying the week at the sanctum sanctorum with Wong and your overly protective brother, Stephen. No one ever noticed you were gone for hours in the night or missing at odd hours through the day. Who would though? Besides your brother. We were a SHIELD agent before an Avenger, and no one fully trusts SHIELD agents ever since Hydra tried to take over the world basically.
But I guess they had every right to hate SHIELD. You hated them too. You hated what they did to everyone. What they did to you. Jumping over a fence gate to start through a dimly lit alleyway. The same alley you take every night. You've taken this path so many times you think you could do it with your eyes closed. Down the alley, across the fourth street, take the fire escape up to the eighth floor through the window of apartment 802 and then;
"Angel..." His voice was deep, dark. Your body felt him before your eyes could gaze at him. His hands were on your waist, tugging at the hem of your jacket. You could smell the tattered leather and whiskey aroma seeping off him. His breath pooled against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. He was pure sin, a walking red flag. But god you loved everything about it.
"Hello, Soldat." Your words slipped off your tongue like beautiful vintage wine, seductive and tasteful. You missed this, miss him. You had been away on missions for the past month, spending nights craving to see your dark soldier. He finally turned you around, letting you see his eyes. His lustful eyes stared intensely into yours, reading your expression. A moment of silence pooled around both of you. The sound of the distant traffic, and people being rowdy on the night streets, all seemed to disappear. Fade out. Leaving only you and him.
"You took too long." His gravelled voice made you chuckle. He almost sounded sad that you had taken so long to get back to him and in truth he was worried he would miss you entirely. He was only in the city for another 2 weeks or so before Hydra shipped him back to one of the bases. He knew he wouldn't be able to fight them, as they had his code words to keep him in check. But when he met you a couple of months ago while he was on a stakeout, it changed him. You made him feel again.
Maybe being a villain wasn't something he was good at as he thought. Anyone of those Hydra agents would have killed you for getting too close but he willingly let you in without even knowing. And now here he is. Craving your touch when you're gone, missing your voice when he sleeps. His life has been nothing but hatred and darkness and now he has a light. His lips attached to yours, not letting you think of any excuse for you being away. The kiss was nothing but lustful and rough, his large body flush against yours, pushing you slowly until your back hit the wall with a thump. Your arms snaked around his neck, pulling him closerโif that was even possibleโ.
"Joong..." His name slipped off your tongue perfectly as he pulled away from your lips so he could latch them onto the hot flesh of your neck, He wasted no time to snake his hands under your shirt, gliding his hot flesh and cold metal fingers on your skin. The different temperature sends shivers down your spine. You drop your hands to grab the hem of your shirt so you could undress cause you know too well if he had to wait any longer he would just start ripping fabric and you don't want to walk home again without any panties like last time.
"Pretty...." He whispered, seeing your top half bareโhaving pulled your bra off along with your shirtโ. His rough hands gripped your hips before chucking you over his shoulder, walking you to the bedroom into the very empty apartment. He chucked you onto the mattress that has only one lone sheet on it and a pillow. You hit the bed with a huff, sitting up on your elbows to watch your soldier unclip his tactical straps, letting his knife holsters fall to the ground. He didn't remove anything else just yet, I needed to taste you and his clothes were taking too long to remove.
"All mine." He smirked sadistically, feeling proud of himself to have such a gorgeous thing below him. He locked his lips with your nipple, swirling his tongue around your sensitive bud, while his metal hand pinched the other.
"Hongjoong please..." Your begging while using his real name sparked something in him. Something almost human.... a low growl followed by his hands gripping your panties before ripping them off you. So much for not ruining any of your clothes. He dived into your core without another second, giving you a sharp shock to your system when his tongue met with your hot dripping core. You would have felt an unbelievable amount of embarrassment by the noises coming from your lips. Or the fact you have the winter soldier, the cruellest assassin is in between your legs. But you couldn't care less. The feeling of his tongue, his hands, his body, him, being against you. It was your own villainous heaven. And you wanted more, more,ย more.
"Joong I'mโ" Before you could finish your sentence you felt the band in your stomach snap, cumming all over Hongjoong's face. He grunted slightly, moving back up your body quickly. He was brutal, biting, sucking, and licking your hot flesh, leaving bruises and hickeys in his wake for you to admire in the mornings to come.
"My pretty Hero, falling apart for her solider." You whine, his words melt your core but you also felt cringe slightly at the pet name. He knew you hated that nickname, but he used it anyways. To tease you for being 'such a good girl'ย in his words. Hero? Would a hero be fucking the enemy right now? Would the hero be in love with the villain? What kind of enemies-to-lover crap concept is that? You weren't a hero. You were more, morally grey than anything. You would never agree with what Hydra does, but then again, Hongjoong didn't agree with them either, but it was all he knew, or all he remembered.
But some of the things these so-called heroes do are just as bad. It was just because they are labelled as heroes that they get away with it. Your brother and the Avengers were heroes. Not you. You didn't care for the world. The world never cared for you so why should to try and save something that never loved you in the first place? All you wanted was your soldier, your fucked up, broken, villainous but caring soldier.
"Hongjoong." His eyes snapped up to yours the second he heard his name slip off your tongue. He felt the position of sucking on your thighs to bring his lips to yours, giving you a slow, drawn-out kiss. It was a soothing kiss, filled with passion, unlike the rougher ones he had given you earlier in the night. He wanted it to last, just for a moment, so he can feel what it was to feel normal. To feel the humanity you gave him. He finally pulled away to look you in the eyes so he could hear your question but his heart stopped when your words slipped from your lips.
"Let's run away..."
Run?
He never thought of that. Running away from Hydra. Even after all these years of captivity and when they slowly extended his leash ever so slightly until he was alone to finally have peace and quiet. He never once thought running was an option. That is until he met you. His hands snaked up from their tight grip on your hips to lay on either side of your face. His nose grazed your own, closing your eyes for a moment, you both basked in the comforting silence. You knew he wouldn't answer right away, heck you didn't even know the answer for your own emotions to the question. Are you really willing to run? Run from being an Avenger? Run from your brother. God, he would kill you if he found out....
"Okay..." He uttered, sounding ever so slightly afraid. A shake in his tone.
"Okay." You whispered for confirmation, letting your hand cup his cheek, making him nuzzle into it. His lips pressed against yours once again, feeling an alluring sense of happiness. He was the only thing you wanted, and you to him.
The sound of a zipper catches your attention but his tongue in your mouth successfully distracts you and it's only until you feel the heat from the tip of his cock meet your entrance, that you knew he was pushing slowly into you.
"Joong..." You gasped into the kiss, making him pull away so he could sit up, gripping your hips in order to thrust more harshly. He watched you slowly come undone, whining, gripping the sheets and rolling your eyes at the vigorous ecstasy you were feeling. He watched the way your tits bounced in time with his thrusts or the way a reddish blush takes over your face. You were so perfect to him. His little hero, his angel. Theย loveย of his life. The person he wants to be with forever.
"I love you..." His words came out in a grunt as he picked up the pace, gliding his metal hand down to circle your clit. You wiggled and panted under him, crying from the pleasure but also for the fact he said those three words. The words you craved to hear slipped from his mouth one day, and they finally did.
"I love you too. So, so much." Tears wet your cheeks, making him lean out to kiss the falling tears away. It was in too deep with youโmetaphorically and literallyโand he was going to do anything to have you, protect you. Even if that meant killing everyone in Hydra with his bare hands or hurting some heroes that might try and take you away from him. You are his and he wasn't going to let anyone have you ever again.
"Mine..."
ยฉJa3hwa. Do not steal, plagiarise, translate, repost, or use my work in any way, shape, or form.
