just studied inception era blue joongie and I think I'm ruined... craving virgin/shy/first time joong x patient reader so bad but idk where to find it should I just write it sdfkjfjgjgkl
so often i think of tyrant joong who was just so uptight cause he was sooo sexually frustrated all the time 😣 being the one to take his virginity and finally make him loosen up nghh🙂↕️
HOLY FRICK I was actually thinking smth way softer but the tension in this would go CRAZY. maybe manager f!reader that sees everything and realizes oh we might have to take matters in our own hands & virgin!joong that's also looking for a solution for the team???
I am SO writing this thank you so much for the delicious idea! here, have a double chocolate chip cookie hehe 🍪
just studied inception era blue joongie and I think I'm ruined... craving virgin/shy/first time joong x patient reader so bad but idk where to find it should I just write it sdfkjfjgjgkl
SYNOPSIS: Song Mingi’s nothing like the boy who bullied you relentlessly in high school. When you meet at a blind group date, you’re a woman on a mission: Take Mingi home and show him you’re nothing like the girl you used to be.
WARNINGS: sub! mingi, size kink, degradation, toys, oral, impact play, unprotected sex, finger sucking (LOL), and riding. bonus: mingi wears a harness :) NSFW, MDNI 18+!
Mingi’s softer. That’s the first thing you notice.
Long blond hair frames his face in a way that makes him look almost cherubic. Rosy cheeks—pink lips. Gone is the rugged punk who relentlessly bullied you in high school.
He doesn’t recognize you. There’s no way he does.
To him, you’re just another beautiful woman on a blind group date—one who apparently doesn’t mind getting caught staring.
You smile when he finally notices. The tips of his ears turn pink, and he flinches, shy beneath your gaze.
"What's your name?"
When Mingi finally works up the courage to ask, he laces his fingers together, eyes lifting just long enough to study your face before they dart back down again.
You answer back softly with your name, every movement calm and effortless. Plucking an olive from your martini, you slip the toothpick between your lips and pull it free with practiced ease.
“I’m Song—”
“Mingi,” you finish for him, flashing a toothy grin.
His brows lift. “Oh... do you know me?”
Your dark eyes linger on him, impossible to read. A slow smile curls at your lips. “Something like that.”
You lean forward just enough for the movement to feel intentional. He whips his head to the side, throat bobbing when he stared at the way your tits pushed together for a second too long. You arch a brow before continuing.
“But I’ll know you even better if you come home with me tonight.”
He chokes on his Sprite, sputtering as the soda sprays across the table.
The guy beside him jerks upright with a curse, eyes bulging as he stares at Mingi.
"Dude—what the fuck?"
Mingi looks seconds away from dying of embarrassment. "...I am so fucking sorry."
The guy just shakes his head, muttering under his breath as he heads for the bathroom.
"Sorry," you say lightly. "Too forward? You can say no."
Mingi's head snaps up. "Oh, God. Please take me home with you."
The words tumble out before he can stop them.
His eyes go wide. A slow, crimson blush spreads across his face as he realizes he'd been a little... too eager. "I mean—" He squeezes his eyes shut. "Fuck."
You sit in silent victory for a couple of seconds before raising your credit card.
"Check, please?" Handing it over smoothly, you add "And I'm paying for his too."
When you make your way to the taxi with Mingi trailing behind you, you're grateful there's no moon tonight. If he'd gotten a better look at your face, he would've seen the unnerving smile etched across it. There was only one thing you had in mind:
Song Mingi, I'm nailing you to the fucking bed.
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High school was a cliché down to the T.
Boys poked and prodded at you with all the contradictions of adolescence. You were either too ugly to acknowledge or someone they wanted to sleep with in secret.
And Song Mingi stood at the forefront of it all.
He never bothered to remember your name. Instead, he'd go out of his way to laugh at you in the middle of class, just to hear everyone else join in. Crumpled balls of notebook paper bounced off the back of your head. Snickers followed you through the hallways. He'd always call you a little freak.
It wasn't just Mingi. Almost every boy in school seemed to have it out for you. You never really understood why—all you knew was that it was rarely kind.
On the better days, though, Mingi would scratch the back of his head in frustration before quietly leaving a carton of juice on your desk when you were too scared to eat in the lunchroom. One time, he shoved a guy for cornering you in the hallway.
Those moments almost felt like apologies.
Awkward and gangly, just like him. But even then, it never stopped.
When you were younger, you tried to understand him. You really did. During your self-help phase, every audiobook insisted people were more than the worst things they'd ever done. That forgiveness made you the better person.
You wanted to believe that. But you were way too fucking pissed.
From there, your life became the kind of rags-to-riches story people loved to tell. You went to college but still carried that adolescent rage with you. Every man you slept with became an emotional punching bag—a place to dump every humiliation, insult, and wound high school had left behind.
By the time you graduated, you were unrecognizable.
Confident—a little shameless, even. Years later, you stopped hiding behind your hair. For you, revenge wasn't getting even. It was becoming prettier and successful enough to look down on everyone who'd ever tried to make you feel small—from an empire you'd built with your own two hands.
And then, one day, you met the right kind of man. The kind who begged for your spit and paid you for it.
It was good money. Still is.
And quite frankly—you can't wait to show Mingi what the years have done to you.
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"You know—it's funny," you say, gaze drifting up to the ceiling with a soft sigh. The tasseled paddle taps against your palm in a lazy rhythm, like a metronome while you think.
Mingi's a mess beneath you. Spit drips in wet lines down his bobbing throat, pooling in the hollow of his twitching chest. His soft pants try to escape around the gag, strangled and useless.
He'd taken to it more readily than you expected. When you waltzed into your condo earlier that evening, you gave him the rundown fast and sharp—I don't bottom, I call the shots, here's the safeword—and tossed him the harness to see if he'd flinch.
He didn't. Just ran his thumb over the leather and asked if you had something in his size.
The harness you cinched around him earlier does exactly what it's meant to—squeezes his chest together, keeps him taut and presented. His eyes have rolled back, tears gathering at the edges of his long lashes. Strands of soft platinum blond hair cling to the sweat on his cheek, plastered there like silk against glass.
You press the button. The cock ring underneath his underwear kicks up a notch and Mingi lurches forward, hips jerking, only to be snapped back by the ropes. The restraints bite into his skin and he groans, the sound vibrating against the ball gag.
You smile.
It's enough to cut through the haze—Mingi forces his eyes open, struggling to focus on your face. You lean forward, hands braced on your knees, dropping to his eye level.
"You used to call me a little freak," you say, almost conversational. "All the time in high school."
The words hit him like cold water. It's frighteningly sobering. Mingi jolts, genuine surprise cutting through the pleasure-drunk fog.
"But look what we have here?" You tilt your head, letting the paddle trace a slow line down his sternum. "Song Mingi, the biggest jackass of my entire high school career... turns out to be the dirtiest fucking freak of them all."
His eyes roll back: hips thrusting forward on pure instinct, rutting into empty air, back arching in a sharp curve as another groan tears from his throat.
Your eyes widen, jaw dropping—and then you're laughing, bright and delighted.
"Ha! Did you just—" You lean closer, delighted. "Did you just have a dry orgasm?"
It's cute. Everything about him is so unbearably cute.
Then, all at once, a sick little epiphany settles over you.
Maybe this is what all those overpriced self-help journals had been trying to tell you all along.
Finding someone to be so pathetic can feel like forgiveness.
And now, he looks so pathetic, you adore the way he looks when he's ashamed.
You reach forward, fingers finding the buckle of the ball gag. It comes loose with a soft click, and you pull it free—a thin line of saliva trails after it, glistening in the light before you toss it aside. It hits the floor with a wet thud somewhere behind you.
You're still straddling him, knees bracketing his hips. You brace your hands on his chest, feeling the rise and fall beneath your palms, the heat of his skin through the harness.
"So," you say, quiet now. The edge in your voice has softened to something almost gentle. "Tell me, Mingi. You want to stop?"
You've had your fun. If he safeworded right now, walked out— you'd let him. No strings.
He stares up at you, eyes wide and glassy, tears finally spilling over to track down his temples. His breath hitches.
"N-no." His voice is wrecked, raw from the gag. "Please. Let me stay."
The smile that curves your mouth is genuine this time. "What a good boy."
You lean down, pressing your lips to the sharp line of his jaw, then higher—his cheek, the corner of his eye. You pepper kisses across his eyelids, tasting salt.
"Still wanna stay and fuck the girl you bullied?"
He sniffles, and the sound is almost laughable coming from someone his size—big, broad-shouldered, built like he could break you in half. But he looks so angelic and soft right now.
"I'm sorry," he whispers. "I liked you."
You go dreadfully still. "The fuck do you mean you liked me?"
Mingi swallows hard, trying to compose himself. He doesn't look at the way your thighs are pressed against his hips, the damp patch on his abdomen where you've been grinding against him.
"I didn't know how to..." He exhales shakily. "I didn't know how to deal with it. Liked—liking when people treated me a certain way."
He pauses, gathering the words like they're heavy stones.
"You probably don't remember this. But the first time we actually met wasn't homeroom."
"Sophomore homeroom, first day." you say automatically.
He shakes his head slowly. "No. Last day of freshman year. You were—some guys were messing with you in the hall. You ran into me after, literally ran into me, and you were furious. Called me a piece of shit." He hesitates, throat working. "Spit on me, too."
Your brow furrows. You don't—
"And I got hard," he confesses, voice barely audible. "Right there. Couldn't... after that, I couldn't get off to anything else. Couldn't stop thinking about it. About someone—about you—degrading me like that."
He finally meets your eyes, desperate and bare.
"So I started treating you the way I wanted you to treat me. I was shitty to you because I wanted you to be shitty back. I wanted—" He breaks off, jaw tight.
You stare at him.
"That's..." You sit back, processing. Your hands are still on his chest, but they're lighter now, almost hovering. "That's fucked up, Mingi. That's genuinely atrocious."
You shift your weight, thighs pressing harder against his hips. Your hand finds his jaw, thumb brushing the mark your slap would leave. "Safeword check. Remember what I told you?"
"Kitty." The word comes out rough, immediate. He's still locked in, pupils blown wide.
"What's your red? Your no goes."
"I don't..." He swallows. "Don't like being choked. Or spanked."
"Slapping?"
His breath catches. "Green."
Your hand moves before your brain catches up—palm cracking across his cheek, snapping his head to the side. The sound is sharp, obscene.
"You liked me?" Your voice drops, dangerous and low. You grip his chin, forcing him to look at you. "You couldn't even fucking recognize me, sick fuck."
"If you really mean it," you say, "then show me."
Your thumbs hook into your underwear, sliding them down your thighs. You step out, kicking them aside, then move over him—knees settling on either side of his head, lowering yourself until you hover just above his mouth. Close enough that he can smell you. Feel your heat.
"Then fucking eat."
Mingi doesn't hesitate. He surges up, mouth finding you with a desperation that makes your breath catch—thick lips closing around your clit, suction immediate and hungry. He drags his tongue upward in one long, flat stroke, pressing firm so he can taste all of you, everywhere, the broad muscle working relentlessly against you.
You're soaked. A thin line of wetness escapes, trickling down to his jaw, pooling in the hollow of his cheek before he swipes it away with another pass of his tongue.
He flicks the tip of his tongue rapidly against your clit. The sensation zips up your spine like current as you roll your hips, pressing down harder, grinding against the bridge of his nose until you feel the bone.
The view from above wrecks you.
Mingi's pupils are blown wide, eyes rolled back to crescents of white, lashes fluttering. The rope has bitten deep into his big arms, the skin there flushing an angry, bitter red. His platinum hair spreads across the wet sheets in tangled strands, darkening where sweat and spit have soaked through.
You have to force yourself to breathe.
Below, his hips piston upward in empty thrusts, rutting against nothing. The thin black jock you gave him strains tight, a dark, spreading patch blooming at the front where he's leaked through the fabric, desperate and untouched.
Finally, you take a closer look. Pausing your grinding almost curiously—thoroughly impressed.
"You act like such a fucking pussy," you breathe, rolling your hips down harder. "But you're hung like you could actually break me. Might snap me in half before I get the chance to break you in."
You sink lower, settling your full weight over his mouth and nose. His breath hot against your thigh.
Mingi doesn't panic at the weight of you. He doubles down, mouth working frantically beneath you, lapping and sucking like a man on a mission.
You feel him still beneath you—muscles tensing, heels digging into the mattress with a groan. Mingi tries to lap at you, almost languidly.
You reach down, fingers sliding under the jock's band, and tug him free. He's hot in your palm, throbbing, and you roll the ring off in one quick motion.
and when he cums, he cums hard.
His head snaps back, a ragged sound tearing from his throat, and he comes in thick ropes that stripe his heaving chest, his trembling stomach—one landing high enough to catch the edge of his parted lips, his flushed cheek.
You don't give him time to recover before your mouth is on him, cleaning off the excess still dribbling down the ridge of his cock.
"Sit up." You instruct.
You shift off him and move to his wrists, unbinding the ropes with practiced efficiency. Mingi flexes his fingers, opening and closing his hands to chase the blood back into them.
"Is this all you wanted?" You arch a brow, voice dropping soft. "Some attention?"
You smooth a strand of hair from his forehead, tuck it behind his ear. Your palm curves along his jaw, thumb dragging across his lower lip—pressing, testing. "Open."
He parts his lips slowly, tongue easing out in offering before flattening, stretching down toward his chin. Submissive. Empty—waiting.
"All those years acting out..." You trace his mouth with your eyes. "And this is what you were after."
Your index and middle fingers slide onto his tongue, pressing down against the wet heat of it. He's salivating already, slick gathering against your skin, salt mixing with salt.
His eyes well up—glossy, desperate—and you swear you've never seen anything this pretty. Not when his brows curve down in that perfect blend of pleasure and ache as your fingers prod the back of his throat. Not when his moans vibrate against your palm, when everything is wet: your hand, his lashes, his jaw, rivulets of spit trailing down to pool in the hollows of his collarbones.
"Or is this what you wanted?" You push deeper, feeling him gag softly around your knuckles. "My hand down your throat?"
He sits before you, hands braced on your hips, staring up with something almost puppy-like in its devotion. He nods—shameless, earnest.
"All I ever wanted." His voice is husky, worn thin with exhaustion and lingering need.
"All that effort," you laugh, "just to be used like a little toy."
You grip his cock—still slick and firm before giving him a few rough strokes. Then you lift your hips and sink down onto him in one motion, sheathing him completely.
His eyes roll back.
You pause. Five full seconds of mercy, feeling him throb inside you, watching his mouth fall open. Then you begin to move—slow, intentionally brutal of your hips against his. Your fist reaches to tighten in his hair.
Mingi stutters out a sound, half moan, half embarrassed cry that catches in his throat. "S-shit!"
It burns—his girth stretching you wide, delicious and punishing, throbbing like it has its own pulse. Your ass smacks against his thighs with every downward stroke, the skin there flushing red from impact. His whole body shakes beneath you, oversensitive and overwhelmed.
You lean down, tongue tracing the column of his throat, then hover above his mouth.
Your spit falls between you.
Mingi's lips part. His tongue catches it, heavy-lidded and delirious. He swallows slow, forcing his eyes to stay open—locked on yours, asking without words: See? Aren't I good for you?
You spit again—except this time, it falls directly between your tits. Mingi licks up your sternum, eyes still locked on yours.
Your hips roll, rise, and fall with fatal precision. Your tits bounce with the force of it.
He's fucking huge. Taking him feels like being pushed to your absolute limits—every throb and twitch forces you to accommodate him inch by inch, your body yielding to the sheer weight of him. It's a feat in itself just to fit all of him.
But then something shifts.
Mingi tilts his head back, eyes closed, offering himself up in a silent plea for the kiss he's too scared to ask for.
You answer by catching his bottom lip between your teeth, biting just hard enough to leave indentations before releasing. He sighs into your mouth as you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him close until your chests flush together. You flinch at the sudden contact—the leather of his harness, still warm from his skin, brushes against your nipples.
His tongue sweeps against yours, jaw loosening to take you deeper.
“Fuck," he breathes, hands sliding to your hips to pull you down against him. It’s urgent—hot in ways you can’t say you expected riding Mingi after years of hating him would be.
"If you cum in me, I'll kill you."
"Mhm. Fuck—" He hisses against your mouth, breath ragged as he drives you down on him. "Yes ma'am."
His palms spread over your ass, gripping tight and rocking you in a rhythm that has you gliding up and down effortlessly.
He looks over your shoulder and spreads you wider, staring down at where your bodies meet. When he pulls out to watch you gape open, you can't even summon the energy to be annoyed—you just shove him back down and ride him. Hard.
His hands grip your waist, admiring the way you bounce on his cock, the soft give of your body. He looks at himself, at the white mess coating his shaft. "So fucking creamy."
You grab his face, pinching his cheeks until his mouth puckers, then slap him—sharp—and shove two fingers past his lips, gripping the wet heat of his inner cheek as you slam down on him.
"Shit—you feel so good," he whines, long blonde hair falling into his eyes. "Wait, I'm cumming—"
His face goes panicked, puppy-desperate. You smile softly. “Mhm. You can cum on my tummy."
You fall back, working your clit to finish yourself off, fighting the urge to pull him deeper and cave to your (covert) need to have him cum inside do you.
His large body shadows yours as he buries his face in your neck with a cry, once you rub the tip of his cock with the palm of your hand.
"Clean it," you manage, barely audible.
Mingi drags his tongue across your hipbone, down the soft curve of your stomach, licking himself off you with something like tired worship. He finds your hand, sucking at your palm, sliding wet kisses between your fingers.
He lies flat then, face buried in your thigh, and spreads you open to taste what's still dripping from you.
Wordlessly, you pull him into your arms and cradle him against your chest.
You brush his hair back from his forehead, cupping his face as your thumb gently wipes the sweat from his temple.
“…I really did like you back then,” he mumbles, his face still buried between your breasts.
You let out a quiet hum. “Oh? Did you now?”
He groans into your chest. “God… fuck high school. Truly.”
His arms tighten around your waist.
More than anything, he hopes high school Mingi hasn’t completely ruined things for the version of him that finally might get the girl.
fin.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: sub mingi in the year of our lord. a quick writeeee + bonus photos of what mingi looks like in dirty little freak :3
subteez forever. platinum/silver ming is the subbest of all mingis. specifically this one actually. this is the hill I will die on. plus mingi fumbling just makes so much damn sense to me, sorry mingki I love you but you also know well you're gonna fuck things up <3
side note as lovely as this was we still do not condone bullying in this house & it is truly refreshing when reader is depicted with zero fear of confronting their perpetrators. this is the first time I embraced a fic with slapping and I was genuinely cheering in my brain. therefore I would like to propose & fully support a part 2 where reader keeps tormenting & putting mingi back into his place for months by teasing & ruining him back & forth :D I feel bad for people who become figures they once despised but welp this one shall pass!
he posted this pic on his story and i dropped my pants in preparation
bsf!seonghwa x f!reader
content: teaching you how to ride, slow and wet, eye contact, choking
wc: 2.3k
thinking about seonghwa...
“never?” he murmurs, nibbling on his inner cheek as he gives you a once-over. not in disbelief, but something else. something dangerous.
you shake your head. “nope.” you shrug and pick up your phone again and start to scroll through your settings apps. “but it’s not a big deal, really, it’s just another thing to cross off the bucket list.”
seonghwa snorts and peeks over to snoop at your phone, to which you angle it away from him with an annoyed scowl. “i think it may be a little more serious than that.”
you type gibberish into the search bar. "why does it have to be serious, hwa? it's just sex."
its seonghwa's turn to scoff this time, and he pinches the skin of your calf, you swat at him with your free hand. but he does it again, and you bite out an irritated "quit it" as he starts to speak again.
"thats a bad mindset to have, y'know that right?" he lowers his voice to that annoying, mothering tone he uses with you when he thinks you're being stupid. "it should never be "just sex."
"okay yeah, but you can't be so picky and choosy all the time. i'm sure ill get with some guy and when he figures it out, he'll work with me or whatever. teach me or something." you speak of it fleetingly, like it was nothing more than a pesky errand.
seonghwa snatches your phone from you and shoves it into the couch cushions, and you sigh loudly.
"some guy?" he questions with a raise of his eyebrow. you move to fish your phone out of the couch, but he reaches out and gently grabs your wrist, encasing it in his slender fingers and rubbing his thumb over your thrumming pulse point.
"why not me?" he speaks lowly, and you snap your eyes up to his. he stares back at you with an intensity that settles low in your gut. his thumb stroked over your inner wrist slowly, and his other hand twitched at his side on the couch.
the air went thick, the quiet of his living room felt encased in a bubble, and the warmth of his skin suddenly burned.
he sees it. your thighs clenching beneath your body, the conflict flashing over your eyes, your free hand digging its nails into the cushion.
when you don't respond, he lets his eyes fall to where his hand held your wrist, watching with illustrated intent as he traces patterns against the fragile skin.
"i could show you, i've always been told i'm a good teacher." seonghwa tickles the skin of your palm with gentle scratches of his nails.
"thats what friends are for, yeah?" he lifts his pretty eyes back up to you, and something else has shadowed over them, and you feel something inside of you crack. you're aware of the way veins in his hands flow prettily under his skin.
the way his collarbones peak through the thin fabric of his shirt. the slick shine on his bottom lip where he licked to wet it. his tongue poked against his inner cheek and his eyebrows raised again to urge an answer out of you.
"c'mon pretty, don't leave me hanging." his voice is softer than usual, a new tone lacing it you've never heard from your best friend, something heated, something needy.
if deciding to have your best friend teach you how to ride dick was a bad idea, then you could mull on it later. because it wasn't long until he was sitting under you on the couch, legs spread nice and wide, his hands pressing into your hips where he held your body above him.
you straddled him, your thighs resting on either side of his, your knees pressed into the rough fabric of the couch cushions. your hands gripped his shoulders, your nails digging into the flesh of the blades.
he looks up at you through his lashes, as if you were a gift from god himself, his eyebrows knit together so prettily. "its fun up there, huh?" he smiles, dragging his warm hands up your thighs, holding you like you might melt and slip through his fingers.
you could barely keep yourself together; he was so deep inside of you. your thighs shook around him, his tip nudging against that spot so sweet and so dirty. his fingers kneaded the flesh of your hips, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth with a quiet moan when he felt your cunt clench around him.
"it helps that you're, ah… so wet…" his voice cracks lightly, his cock twitching inside of you and sending a jolt of pleasure up your spine.
you shiver and grip his shoulders a little harder, and you begin to lift your hips, but his grip on them tightens, and he pushes you right back down until your ass hits his thighs again, and you groan nice and low as he fills you all the way up again.
"no-no-no-no-no, baby, stop. don't lift." he presses his lips to your collarbone and kisses you there softly, running his tongue over the skin warmly. one hand leaves your hip and runs over your waist before he presses his palm flat against your lower back and pushes until you arch a little.
just enough that he somehow slips deeper into you, and you let out a weak whine when his fat tip presses ever harder against that spot.
"grind." he instructs in a gravelly, soft moan. "rock your hips, back and forth. it'll help me hit that spot for you."
you shake and whimper under your breath, but you obey. you gently move your hips forward, and the feeling is immediate, his cock drags against your soft walls just enough that it feels like pure heaven.
you move your hands and card them through the hair at the back of his head, cradling his skull in your arms as you hide your face in the crook of his neck, moaning softly against his skin as you rock your hips, nice and slow.
it helps that he's so big, each roll of your lower body has him slipping in and out of you just enough to stimulate you, but not enough to where you can consider him fucking you. his tip dragging against that spot like a constant button, your legs shaking uncontrollaby and your whine brushing past his ear like a song.
your clit lightly brushes against his abs, where his shirt has ridden up over his lower stomach. he keeps his hand on your lower back, keeping you arched all the while his other hand stays glued to your hips, pushing and pulling on your lower body, helping you grind his cock into your body.
"there, how's that feel, baby? good?" he whispers in your ear, kissing just below your earlobe as he helps you rock your body around his cock.
you nod against his neck, gripping his soft, dark hair harder and choking out a moan when he teases you with a heavy lift of his hips. then you feel as he encases your hips with both his hands again, and gently he lifts your body ever so slightly.
you squeeze his head even harder, seonghwa's soft moans shaking in his throat as he lifts and pushes your cunt back down on his cock in slow, deep intervals. "don't stop rocking those hips, keep fucking me like you want. grind, deep, slow…"
he guides you perfectly, each time he lifts your hips himself it makes you clench around him harder. you start to feel a little desperate, and your hips start to move a little faster, rocking with a little more rhythm, but seonghwa didn't like that.
one hand finds the back of your neck and grabs it firmly, pulling your head away from his shoulder and pressing your forehead to his. suddenly all you can see is his eyes, and it overwhelms you to the point of tears. you whine pathetically when he thrusts his cock up into your pussy so sharply that a drop of drool falls from your lips onto his chest.
"easy…" he grumbles against your lips, his breath fanning over your face in low, heavy pants. "slow down pretty, no need to rush." his nails dig into the back of your neck, and you shiver when he starts to grind his own hips up into you, so deep it has your stomach caving.
"if i wanted you pounded into the floor i would've put you on your back, but i'm teaching you sweetness. listen to me." his eyes fall low-lidded as you resume your slow grinding, and his mouth falls open in a pretty moan when you tighten around him, the sound of your slickness loud in your ears.
"it's your dick right now, baby, use it. do what feels good, but don't lose your head." he keeps up the torturous movement of his hips, a choreographed grind that makes his stomach roll prettily.
he doesn't let you look away, forcing you to lock in on his needy gaze while he keeps you filled up with him, nudging every deep spot, every nook and cranny of your pussy. there wasn't a single space inside of you that remained untouched.
"s, t-too, mm-" you tried to talk, try to tell him how good you were feeling but it came out in slurred babbles, and he laughed at you. his warm breath shudders over your parted lip,s and he nudges his head up, melding his soft lips with yours and kissing you deep and nasty.
his tongue fills your mouth with a purr, curling and essentially fucking your mouth with it. "it's a lot i know…" he whispers into your mouth, interrupting the kiss with a low moan when you clench so hard around him it makes his entire body fuzzy.
he sucks your bottom lip into his mouth, letting go with a wet pop and pressing your hips down so hard onto his cock you thought if you looked down you'd see his tip poking through the flesh of your stomach.
"wouldn't have felt like this with anyone else, baby." seonghwa nips at the corner of your mouth, dropping his head to run his warm tongue flat up the front of your throat. "feel how wet you are? no other man will be able to make you feel this good."
his eyes lift as he sucks marks of possession into the skin of your neck, and when he sees a tear slipping down your cheek, he growls low in his throat and jerks his cock up into you rough and deep, and you yelp as the bliss shoots through you.
"oh no, don't cry. it makes me wanna be mean to you, makes me wanna fuck you til it feels wrong when i'm not inside you."
now he wraps his hands around your throat, pressing his thumbs against those soft spots that melt your brain, his eyes darting all over your pretty little blissed out face, his lips brushing against your in a ghost of a kiss.
"now lift, drop, and roll. fuck me, bunny. its yours, use this cock until you're satisfied. make yourself cum for me."
you coudln't disobey if you tried, working your body and focusing on that rapidly tightening knot in your stomach as you fuck yourself on seonghwa's dick, every delicious drag inside of you forcing your eyes to roll to the back of your head.
he doesn't bother to chastise you for breaking eye contact; he knows you're too lost in it to control yourself. he squeezes your throat tighter, your moans coming choked and broken. seonghwa helps push you over that edge, groaning and purring prettily for you, lifting his hips to match your desperate movements.
"i feel you baby, pussy feels so good around me. so warm, so tight." he lifts his head to press his lips to the shell of your hot ears, moaning and sighing as you ride him to high heaven. your head feels fuzzy with the lack of air, seonghwa making sure that the only thing you could think about was his dick working you out.
“cum as much as you need,” he coos in your ear his voice low and breathless, sinking his teeth into the soft lobe. “ride me, bunny, ride me.”
you absolutely lose it, slamming your hips down onto his dick and shattering, dribbling drool in rivers as you cum. he squeezed your throat in pulsing intervals, giving you air, then snatching it from you, rolling his hips up into your cunt and dragging every drop of your orgasm out of your body.
"oh god…fuck." he grumbles in his throat, overwhelmed by how pretty you looked on top of him, blissed out over your warm, gummy pussy squeezing him so tight he almost came inside of you. "such a quick learner, baby."
he drags his hands away from your throat, cradling your head, smearing your drool all over your cheeks with his thumbs, your face hazy and drunk while he rocks his hips into you in painfully slow, high off the way you shake and whimper, your slick sticking to his thighs and his lower stomach, a messy proof of his effect on you.
"did so good beautiful, yes you did." he praises, and yet his hips never stop moving. rolling, grinding, upwards strokes that make you feel helpless, regardless of the fact that he was beneath you.
"think you can give me another one? lesson's not over yet." he bites out, grabbing your arms and dragging your body down so your forehead rests over his shoulder. then he grips your hips, lifts your body up, and shimmies his hips down just enough so he can plant his feet flat on the floor, before he starts to fuck.
hard, deep, powerful thrusts up into your overstimulated cunt that has your moans coming out in staccato chokes.
"you did your w-work, now let me use this pussy." he groans through gritted teeth, and you feel your body erupt into flames the more he moves. making you feel every inch of him, each thrust touching your brain. making you feel so good.
Summary:
The taller man shifted his gaze back to yours. “H-have you done it? To someone, I mean.”
“Been in control of when they cum? Yeah, I have.”
“Did you like it?”
“Yeah, I’d say so.”
“Do you maybe, uhm, want to do it? With me?”
A/N:
Okay so I fully expected this to be a similar word count to the Hongjoong fic but... I got carried away. Oops.
Genuinely all credit goes to the absolute BRAIN of anon who suggested this idea. I love you. Mwuah.
But yeah, this is pure filth. Gen. Like, ik I say that every time but this. Damn.
— ᨳଓ Pairing:
sub!song mingi x female!reader
— ᨳଓ Audience:
explicit smut
— ᨳଓ Word Count:
~3.5k
— ᨳଓ Tags:
sub!song mingi, extremely whiny!song mingi, exhibitionism (reader makes mingi watch himself), hand job (mingi!rec), orgasm denial (dw he gets to cum eventually), choking (mingi loves it), pet names for mingi (good boy, princess etc.), come eating
Mingi's naked back barely rests against your clothed chest, like he's trying his hardest not to fully put his entire weight on you. The two of you are sitting on your shared bed, your own back against the headboard. Your right hand carefully drags along his pecks, a quiet sigh escaping the larger man's lips as your fingers make contact with his nipple. Placing your palm flat against his chest, you push him back to lessen the space he had set between you.
“Relax, baby. You're not gonna hurt me.” You breathe out. Mingi hesitates but eventually caves into your touch and leans back until his shoulders lay just above the swell of your breasts, the back of his head coming to rest against your shoulder.
This wasn't initially how you had expected your night to end. It had started with the two of you cuddled up on your couch, Mingi mindlessly switching between channels to find something the two of you could watch. The man had eventually given up as he randomly chose a channel, and the two of you stilled immediately. They were talking about sex. Kinky sex.
The two of you had been so shocked at the sudden switch that you just sat there, staring at the TV like it was some foreign thing. And oh my god, they started talking about orgasm denial and someone being in charge of when you get to cum, and the tension just grew so thick.
“Why deny it, though? Why stop when it feels good?” Mingi had asked as he broke the silence. His voice filled with uncertainty but also a hint of curiosity.
Feeling a bit more brave, you followed up with, “I mean, it can also feel good. Think of it like not wanting the pleasure to end. You like the feeling of cumming, right?” Mingi nodded.
“Well, some people find similar pleasure in allowing someone else to be in control of their orgasm. The pleasure is always there, but never enough to tip you over the edge.” You continued. You finally turned to your boyfriend, who looked deep in thought, brows slightly furrowed in confusion.
The taller man shifted his gaze back to yours. “H-have you done it? To someone, I mean.”
“Been in control of when they cum? Yeah, I have.”
“Did you like it?”
“Yeah, I’d say so.”
“Do you maybe, uhm, want to do it? With me?” Mingi's eyes were looking straight into yours with an expression you couldn't really pinpoint. The familiar heat of a blush forming across your cheeks.
“You want me to… be in charge of when you get to cum?” You asked, confusion spread across your face. Mingi wanted you to edge him?
So here you were, back against the headboard of the bed with a black t-shirt you had stolen from your boyfriend earlier, paired with a simple pair of grey sweats. Mingi, though, is fully naked. The taller one cupped both sides of his face and turned his head to the side in embarrassment. His legs were slightly parted, his cock already half-hard from the anticipation, lying against the top of his thigh.
“None of that, baby.” You tsk as your hand grabs the bottom of his chin, pulling it back until he's looking straight ahead. With both of your hands free, you take each of his in your own to slowly remove them from his face.
Mingi finally allows himself to look up, eyes quickly finding yours through the mirror you had purposefully placed at the edge of the bed. And Mingi groans, loudly. He's so fucking embarrassed, but it's also so fucking hot cause it enables you to see everything. He's so exposed like this, body completely pliant against your touch, face flushed as your fingers graze against the softness of his skin—his cock already twitching with interest.
Your left hand trails down to the lower part of his stomach, moving it in a circular motion dangerously close to the base of his cock. Mingi whines as your lips find his temple, placing a soft kiss on the flushed skin.
“Look at you, baby. So obedient, so pretty.” And the man cannot help but let another whine leave his parted lips. Your eyes never left each other through the mirror in front of you—your own gaze dark, filled with lust in contrast to Mingi's half-lidded, pleading eyes.
You continue to kiss down his cheek, all the way to the sensitive patch of skin just below his ear, giving it a small lick before resuming with your lips. The hand previously on his stomach is daringly inching closer to his groin, light fingers dragging across the skin where his thigh meets his torso. The silver-haired man shifts a bit, hips bucking oh so slightly against your touch. His cock is already filling out perfectly against his thigh: long, thick, with a head so pretty you could spend hours wrapping your mouth around it.
“P-please—ah—touch m-me.” Mingi lets out a whimper, hips chasing the touch of your hand to move it just a bit closer to his length.
He's so gorgeous like this. Face flushed, body not able to stay still because he's already so turned on he doesn't know what to do with himself. Large hands are gripping the sheets next to your thighs because you hadn't allowed him to touch. To just lay there and look pretty while you help him. And fuck, is he pretty.
“Where, baby?” you tease.
“Here?” Your index finger mere millimeters away from his already leaking cock.
“Or maybe here?” and Mingi whimpers the second he feels your other hand graze his nipple, taking the nub between your index and thumb to give it a soft pinch.
Mingi is panting now, allowing his eyes to close because even if you're not touching him where he wants to, at least you're touching him. And fuck, his nipples are so sensitive.
A whine of protest leaves his parted, spit-glistened lips as the familiar heat of your hand disappears from his thigh. You make a show of slowly tracing it up his abdomen, ab muscles clenching and unclenching as you trail further up. All the way until your hand meets his throat, right below the jaw where it meets the neck. There's no real pressure, just enough claim, and Mingi gasps at the feeling.
“Open your eyes, Mingi.” A stern tone in your voice as the tips of your fingers dig just a little further into his skin. Mingi opens his eyes at that, already too far gone to disobey your orders.
“Look at you. So needy—so desperate, and I haven't even touched your cock yet.”
“Already so wet for me, baby. Look at it." You divert his gaze in the mirror down to his hard length, tip already flushed red as it now rests further up his stomach. A small pool of precum is pooling right below it, a few drops falling down the side of his hip. More precum spills out as he takes in the obscene sight in front of him.
“Your eyes will stay there. The entire time. You will not look away, baby.” And Mingi just nods shamelessly, small whimpers escaping the taller man.
“So good for me, baby,” you trail off, lips finding the familiar sensitive spot right below his ear.
“This is all you're good for, right? To just lay there looking all pretty for me.”
Mingi is now a whimpering mess, pants coming out in fast breaths as his brows furrow slightly from the lack of physical stimulation.
“P-please.” He manages to breathe out, and you know what he's asking for. You know you're not here to tease him. But, fuck, does he look amazing like this.
With a faint hum, smiling as you continue nibbling at his neck, your hand moves from his nipple to finally trail down and grab his cock by the length. Mingi throws his head even further against your shoulder, back arching and hips buckling because you're finally touching him. He's fighting everything to keep his eyes open because he wants to be good. He wants you to praise him the way you always do. He never wants this feeling to stop.
You can feel a drop of sweat against your lips, more pooling from the sides of his hair, running down to trace his chiseled jaw.
“Ah—nngh—ah!”
Mingi can't stop making noises. He can't help the pants that leave his lips, mixing with the faint whimpers stuck in the back of his throat. His mouth is now open, lips formed into a soft O shape, and he remembers to look back at his cock.
He groans loudly. His cock twitches against the palm of your hand as you grip it with more pressure, your hand fully enclosed around it. You give it a light tug upwards before loosening your grip, pressing the palm of your hand against his leaking tip while circling it around to gather his own wetness to use as lube.
Mingi's chest is heaving up and down, a mixture of whimpers and whines escaping his lips the more you press the palm of your hand against the tip. The noises are obscene. He's leaking so much precum, and the movement of your hand fills the room with squelching noises.
With your hand still firm against his neck, you start circling the tip of your thumb and middle finger to vary the pressure against his skin. A faint chuckle leaves your lips as another batch of wetness forms at his tip.
“Doing so good, baby. So wet and so submissive. Not a single thought in that pretty head of yours, hmm?” And Mingi just nods, but at this point he doesn't know to what because he can barely hear you over the ringing in his ears because he's so fucking turned on he doesn't know where to go. Your hand finally starts stroking his length with the exact pressure you know he loves.
It's all just too much. Your lips trailing soft kisses along the side of his neck, fingers still applying various amounts of pressure against his throat, and he can't help but let tears escape his eyes as he whines. Your thumb finds its way back to the tip of his cock, pressing it flatly against his slit as you gather more of his arousal. And he just can't help but buck into the touch because you didn't forbid him from moving.
But now he's shaking his head side to side, desperate whines leaving his lips because your hand just left his throat, and he's so mad because why would you do that? Until he feels said hand press against his lower abdomen, pushing him into the bed, preventing him from shamelessly rutting into your hand around his cock.
“N-no—please—fuck, ah.”
“Please, p-please.” And Mingi just can't stop the incoherent blabbering of 'please' because he misses your hand around his throat; he misses the pressure. But he doesn't know how to say it. So he just bares his neck, dark, lustful eyes making contact with yours.
Knowingly, you shoot him a smirk.
“Poor baby. That desperate to submit, huh? So desperate for my control?” The silver-haired man can't do anything besides nodding because his voice is already gone.
The hand on his cock picks up in pace as your hand finds its way back to his neck, applying just a tad bit more pressure than you had before. Not nearly enough to disrupt his airflow in any way, but enough to make a claim.
With his chest still moving up and down, gasps escaping his lips while he lets his drool shamelessly run down to his chin, your hand tightens its pressure around the head of his cock. Playing a little bit with it as you flick your wrist in a way that has Mingi seeing stars.
He's so embarrassingly close so fast. And he's just mumbling incoherent things along with the whimpers that can't help but form, and you're stroking him so fast, so tight, and so good, and the pressure around his throat is making him so deliciously lightheaded. His abs can't help but clench as he nears his orgasm, and it's right there; he can feel it, and he's too far gone to remember why the two of you are lying there in the first place.
He feels your touch disappear before his brain registers it in the mirror.
“N-no. P-please—nngh—please. Why'd you s-stop—fuck, b-baby please—” And Mingi is just wiggling around, thrusting his hips uselessly into the air, into nothing. His head is moving frantically from side to side against your shoulder.
More tears form in the corner of his eyes as he lets out a mixture of whimpers and cries of pleas. He's shaking against your clothed chest, and you can see the veins of his neck popping out from the desperation of needing to cum. He's gripping the sheets so tightly his knuckles have gone white, and you just watch him through the mirror as he keeps pleading for your touch.
“You didn't think you'd get to cum that fast, hmm?” You tease. Mingi has calmed just a little bit from the disruption of his orgasm, but the pleads never leave his lips.
“I-I'll be so good, baby, I-I—please.”
His eyes meet yours in the mirror again. His face has gone a deep red, lips swollen from the abuse of his own teeth, silver hair sticking against his sweat-soaked forehead. The inner corners of his brows raise up, glossy eyes staring into yours as he begs.
The man is larger than you, but right now he looks so small. So desperate. So fucking submissive. Because all he can think about is cumming.
“So pretty like this, Mingi. So gorgeous. So perfect, only for me.” You breathe out, gaze never leaving his as your hands find their way back on Mingi's body.
A deep groan leaves his lips as you cup his pecs, giving them a light squeeze before trailing one hand down the side of his abs. Mingi's breath hitches, and the other hand finds the hard bud of his nipple, circling it with the light touch of your finger.
“You want to cum?” You ask, hands inching dangerously close to his throbbing length. Mingi nods.
“Words, princess. Use your words.”
“Y-yes. Nngh—ah, fuck—” Your index finger gently drags along the tip of his cock, precum sticking to the tip of it as you continue dragging it down his length.
Mingi is whining uncontrollably again, eyes now fixed on your smaller hand against the sheer size of his cock. A faint whimper escaping his lips along with his usual whines.
Hand still fixed on his nipple, the tip of it being rolled between your thumb and index finger, your hand finally grips his length. Mingi groans in pleasure as you pick up your speed, his own hands coming to grab the arm that is moving at a dangerous speed. But he doesn't pull you away; he just cries as he takes what you're giving him.
His whines have grown into small whimpers again, and he moves his head up and down, like he can't decide if he wants to rest against your shoulder or get a closer look at what a fucking mess he is. And he can feel himself getting closer again, the familiar tightness in his balls as his abs clench from the heat spreading across them. You're touching his nipple at the same speed as your strokes, and he's so fucking sensitive because you've been playing with the same nipple for what feels like hours, and it's so red and swollen from the constant abuse.
“Close?” You ask, kissing the tip of his ear before you softly bite down on it, tongue lapping at the soft piece inside your mouth.
“Nnghh, y-yes—ah.”
And Mingi is nodding frantically again, hands gripping your forearms so tightly it'll definitely leave a bruise.
“Such a good boy, baby, so good.”
And he's so close. It's right there again, and he finally thinks you're gonna let him cum because he can hear faint praises against his ear along with soft kisses.
But then the feeling is gone, again.
“No-o—nngh, a-ah—f-fu—ahh,” and Mingi is crying again.
He's gripping your arm, shaking it while mumbles of 'please' and 'no' fill the room. But this time you don't drag it out; your hand instantly finds its way back to his swollen, achingly hard cock. The tip is flushed fully red, veins popping out faintly along its length from the stimulation and its lack of it.
“I need you to count down for me, baby, yeah? I need you to be a good boy so you get to cum.” You purr against his ear.
Mingi is too far gone to coherently produce a sentence, but the man nods, and a faint 'p-promise' can be heard between pants and moans.
You pick up the speed, making sure to gather as much precum around the head to use as lube.
“I want you to count down from five, princess. All the way down to zero, oka—”
“N-no. C-can't. G-Gonna—ah—cum.”
You slow down the pace and loosen the grip slightly around his length, the other hand gripping the familiar space just below his jaw.
“Count, Mingi.” Your fingers applying the tiniest bit of more pressure against his throat, “Either you count, or you don't cum at all.”
And Mingi can't have that. Not when he's been so close for what feels like hours. He's been denied the pleasure of cumming two times, and he's sure he'll explode if he doesn't get to cum now.
“F-five.” He manages to breathe out. Your pace quickens.
“Fou—ah—f-four.”
“Nnnghhh—c-can't—”
"Yes, baby, you can. Look at you. You're doing so well. Just a bit more.” You encourage him, the thumb on his throat softly caressing the side.
“Ah, t-three.” His eyelashes flutter.
"Two‐o."
“One—mmmh—one.”
Mingi is shaking. You whisper sweet nothings in his ear, how good he is, how pretty he is, but Mingi can't hear. He's completely gone—his focus on counting being the only thing stopping him from cumming right this second. His eyes, eyelids almost fluttering shut, are fixed on your hand moving up and down his cock through the mirror. A glossy sheen covers his eyes, tears falling unbeknownst to the man as they settle where the previous tears had dried.
“Z-Zero—ahh—” and Mingi's vision turns white.
Thick, endless amounts of white ropes hit his stomach as Mingi finally gets to cum. With his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure, his mouth opens in the form of an O. A low moan escapes his parted lips but just as quickly turns into loud, needy whimpers.
His lower body jerks, trying to ride out his orgasm as his upper body spasms, twitching from the sheer amount of pleasure. His ears are ringing, and he's so sensitive because you're still stroking him loosely, but he can't stop cumming. Warm cum is filling up in between the lines of his abs, threatening to spill down the sides of his waist from the clenching and unclenching. He's panting loudly in between whimpers and whines.
He can make out a soft voice purring in his ear the second his body starts to calm down, but he can't hear a word of it. Mingi blinks, his body still shaking from the aftershocks of his orgasm. He looks up at the mirror and sees the obscene view that is himself. Ropes of cum reaching all the way up to his chin, chest heaving up and down as he bucks his hips into the cold air.
Both of your hands are rubbing across his chest, smearing the cum around as you calm his nerves. He looks down where he meets your finger, the tip of it dipped into a small pool of cum that had formed by his belly button.
“So good for me. Such a good boy.”
Mingi almost goes cross-eyed as he follows the sight of your cum-soaked finger, slowly but surely inching closer to his face.
“Look in the mirror and open wide, baby.” You demand, though no real threat, as it leaves your lips sounding softer.
And Mingi does what he's told. Body completely spent, heaps of sweat trailing down various parts of his skin. He closes his lips around your finger the second it reaches inside his warm, wet mouth.
"F-fuck," you breathe out at the scene, and Mingi just moans. And it's so humiliating and so dirty, but he couldn't care less because he just had the best fucking orgasm of his life.
So the two of you just sit there, eyes never leaving each other in the mirror as Mingi continues sucking contently on your finger. If you notice his spent cock twitch in interest from tasting his own release, he pretends he doesn't see it all while hollowing his cheeks around your soaked digit. His previously glossed eyes filled with newfound lust
LIKE YES YES YES been sayin minjoong would be so pretty all worked up and whiny like that, our rapline are such pretty boys 🥹✨ makes my fic brain wanna edge them more phewww
tags/genre: nerd au, college au, mostly dom reader, some fluff, implied smut
word count: 4.6k words (500-600 words each)
synopsis: it's no secret that the ateez boys have their own special little interests. what happens when they let you in and have you take a closer look?
notes: GUESS WHO'S BAAAAACK!! based off of several requests as a flip side to frat!teez :-)
hongjoong
when you asked hongjoong to teach you how to dj, you didn’t expect to be thrown into a sound engineering crash course.
“so, you’re gonna want to make sure the bpms and the keys are both in sync,” he instructs you as he messes with the settings on his laptop before moving to the turntable console between you. “the camelot wheel can be helpful when you’re starting out to transition between songs.”
“the who?” you squint at him, growing increasingly frustrated as you try to follow along with his complex guidance. hongjoong looks up at you, a smirk etched across his features as he beckons you over.
“c’mere.” you follow his lead, allowing him to place his hand over yours as he guides you through a demonstration of operating the turntable. you watch carefully and listen as the speakers move smoothly from one rnb song into another. “see?”
only when you turn up to look at him do you realize just how close he was. his grip over your hand tenses slightly when he meets your gaze, something darkening in his eyes as he swallows. you part your lips to speak when he clears his throat and takes a step back.
“did … did you have any other questions?” he asks, his gaze flickering to your lips for a split second that you’re sure he doesn’t realize you notice. it was no secret that you and hongjoong had been dancing around the will-they, won’t-they of your relationship for months and you were starting to hit your limit with how patient you could continue to be.
“uh, yeah, actually,” you say, crossing your arms over your torso. “could you actually show me how to record and upload samples to use in mixes?”
“oh—! sure thing,” hongjoong answers with disappointment evident on his face as he shifts his focus back to the laptop. “do you want to send them over to me after so i can give you feedback?”
“i sure do.”
the next weekend, hongjoong is sat at his own desk in his dorm as he sifts through another mix for a campus event he was recruited to work on music for. he brushes a hand through his hair, sorting through files when a notification pops up from you with an audio file attached.
you: heyyy
you: just got done messing with this, lmk what u think
you: [1 attachment: audio file]
a smile tugs at his lips as he sets his headphones over his ears. he had been enjoying teaching you about one of his favorite hobbies, especially considering it gave him an excuse to spend more time with you. it impressed him how much of a fast learner you were, especially—
“fuck, hongjoong.”
hongjoong triple checks that his headphones were connected as he glances around his otherwise empty dorm. the sound of you whimpering fills his ears as he stares blankly at his screen, watching the timer on the audio file creep ever-so slowly. he shifts in his armchair with his fingers tightening around the handles as he feels a familiar heat rising beneath his skin and between his legs.
the sound of you nearly approaching your climax urges him to finally slam on the pause button before reaching for his phone to thumb a quick message to you.
hongjoong: you need to come over. now
seonghwa
“you’re distracting me.”
“i wouldn’t call this distracting.”
“i would.”
seonghwa peers up at you from where he sat cross-legged on his dorm room floor, nudging the frame of his rimless glasses further up the bridge of his nose. an assortment of plastic bricks surround him, neatly organized into piles by colors and shapes. the manual for assembling his latest starship is open in front of him detailing the next several steps to follow. even after several months of knowing him, it still astonished you that the campus-feared teacher’s assistant was a violently passionate lego enthusiast that spent his nights like this.
that is, when he didn’t have you bent over the edge of his bed while he fucked you senseless.
like many nights in the past, he sat on the floor fixated on his latest passion project while you observed him quietly from the comfort of his bed. there was something undeniably attractive about watching him as he worked. the way his brows furrowed in concentration, the muscles in his arms flexing with every brick perched between his fingertips. you spent these nights ogling him while he couldn’t spare you so much as a passing glance with his attention zeroed in on his legos.
he lets out something akin to a chuckle, the corner of his mouth upturned as he finally allows himself to glance back up at you. his eyes darken, at least for a split second, as he takes in the little black number you’d chosen to wear for the night. the lace lingerie clung to all of the right places, your thighs crossed over one another as you prop your head up in your palm.
“i have no idea what you’re talking about,” you tease, sliding off of the sheets and onto the cool tile floors so that you could drape your arms over his shoulders. seonghwa works to remain unfazed as he fishes for another row of bricks but you feel the way his pulse quickens when your palms come to rest over his chest.
“baby,” he mutters in protest, rereading the instructions in front of him as his focus begins to falter.
“hm?” you draw long, languid strokes over his torso with your lips pressed to the shell of his ear.
“baby,” he repeats, his voice stern in warning this time. your gaze flickers down to where the legos clatter to the ground in front of him as they slip from his fingers.
“keep going,” you urge him, “i just wanted to get a closer look.”
“no, you just want to torture me,” he retorts, picking up the pieces where he’d left off and quickly losing focus as he flips to the next page.
“well, is it working?”
“no.”
“okay,” you say suddenly as you release him and move to stand back up onto your feet. seonghwa glances over his shoulder at you, his expression unreadable until you feel his fingers close around your wrist to tug you back into his lap.
“i guess i could use a break,” he hums, wrapping broad arms around your waist as you lean into him with a triumphant smile.
yunho
“i can’t believe you guys are missing spring break at the beach to go to comic-con,” you call out to your boyfriend as he hurries around the room to pack his suitcase. he fishes through his closet for the various accessories to his spider-suit. you don’t know why you’d even questioned who he’d want to dress up as, considering he was easily the biggest marvel fan you’d ever met.
“it’s not my fault that it falls on the same week!” he protests, still fixated on collecting his things. “this might be the last chance we get to see the full cast together on a panel.”
“oh, the agony,” you tease, raising your hands in surrender when he turns to pout at you. “i’m kidding! it’ll be fun. make sure to take plenty of pictures. i’m still mad you won’t let me see the costume you put together.”
“it has to be a surprise,” yunho scolds, leaning over to his bed where you lay to press a chaste kiss to your lips. and a surprise, it was.
the second you opened yunho’s instagram stories from comic-con, the last thing you were focused on was the party surrounding you while you lay on the sand with a drink in hand. when he said he was planning to go as spiderman, you expected a halloween-quality costume. he’d spent so much time focusing on studying for midterms and getting ahead on his thesis research that you assumed he had no time for anything else.
your thumb remains pressed to your phone screen as you take in every last stitch of his costume. the way the red and blue fabric clung to his muscles, his hair tousled and falling over his eyes as he smiles at his reflection in the hotel bathroom mirror. his large hands were covered with the webbed material, curled around the edges of his phone.
after that, you could barely focus on enjoying your spring break. days at the pool or nights at the bar were interrupted every time you got a notification from yunho’s account. one minute it was a video of him perched on the hotel rooftop, dangling from a light pole, the next was another onslaught of mirror selfies with his friends that had joined him in their own superhero costumes.
in the years you’d known him, not once had you ever entertained the thought of what it would be like to hook up with him as a superhero alter ego. then again, there was a first time for everything.
you’re fast asleep in your dorm when you hear a soft knock at the door, one that barely stirs you awake as you shove the sheets aside and welcome in a jet-lagged yunho.
“hi, baby,” you mumble sleepily when he pulls you into a tight embrace. his familiar scent comforts you, the weight of his body on yours warm. “how was it?”
“insane,” yunho answers, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before pulling away just enough to meet your gaze. you recognize the look in his eyes immediately and arch a brow as he lowers his hands to your waist with a squeeze. “but, we can talk about it tomorrow. right now, there’s only one thing i really, really want.”
“oh?” you feign ignorance, tracing your nails over the nape of his neck and smiling when he shudders slightly. “and what’s that?”
“well,” yunho says as he presses a kiss just below your jaw, “i really want to show my girlfriend how much i missed her.”
“on one condition,” you reply, startling him as he looks back up at you in confusion. “the suit stays on.”
“the suit?”
“i need the friendly neighborhood spiderman to show me how much he missed me, too.”
yunho grins, already reaching for his luggage. “the suit stays on, then.”
yeosang
“you want to start streaming?”
yeosang stares back at you, partly without a thought and partly from the anticipation of your reaction. you glance between him and the onslaught of equipment he’d picked up at the department store—a mic, a new webcam, memory cards. everything was splayed across his desk that he’d often use for gaming instead of the assignments he needed to get done.
“i—” you stop yourself, thinking hard before you answer him. on one hand, your boyfriend was a naturally shy person that you couldn’t imagine being thrown into the pressure of becoming a popular web streamer. on the other, you knew he was the type that wouldn’t back down from the opportunity to become the best at yet another hobby. you finally sigh and mirror his smile. “i think it’s a great idea.”
“you do?” the elation that spreads across his face is unmistakable as he begins to fidget with the devices on his desk. he begins to ramble, much to your amusement as you settle onto his bed and observe him quietly. “oh, it’ll be so much fun. i can stream league and then when there’s competitions, i can do, like, maybe you can join, too! we can …”
it’d been at least a year since yeosang had introduced the idea of streaming to you. what was once considered a nerdy little hobby of his had become a near-full-time job in addition to your classes. truthfully, you had expected him to grow tired of managing a streaming account and move onto the next hobby. but, it consumed him and he became increasingly focused on it. almost, too focused.
it was to your misfortune that he was able to hit five hundred-thousand subscribers when you were planning to celebrate your third anniversary together. as much as you wanted to focus on spending time together—alone—you knew this was a huge deal for him and that it was a balancing act.
“why don’t you stream for a little and then we can head out for the night?” you suggest.
“are you sure? i’m totally fine with postponing and doing something over the weekend—”
“no, no,” you scold, a mischievous glint in your eyes when he tries to reason with you. “i insist.”
“thank you all so much for the support.” yeosang beams at the webcam later that night as celebratory comments flood the chat. “i couldn’t—hah—it means a lot.” he bites back a groan with his teeth sinking into his bottom lip, his hand gripping the edge of his desk until his knuckles turn white. “i have tons of new content—ngh—planned for the rest of the season.”
you try not to laugh from beneath the desk—although, it’d likely be impossible with your mouth occupied otherwise.
“huh?” he struggles to focus on the comments asking if he was alright. “oh—! yeah, yeah, i’ve never—ah—never been better.” you feel the way his thighs tense beneath your palms, a clear sign that he was close. he lets out a long exhale before he rushes to bid farewell to his viewers. “okay, i’ll see you all this weekend when the new skins drop, bye.”
the computer shuts off and yeosang shifts his chair away from the desk, bringing you with him until he guides you to your feet and onto his lap. he looks up at you with half-lidded eyes, his lips parted as he fights to catch his breath.
“you’re evil,” he scolds, forcing a smile out of you.
“i know.”
san
“i really need to rehearse these lines,” san grumbles as he flips through the script in his lap. he’d spent hours scouring through the material, his eyes dry and burning from staring at the words beneath the fluorescents. you had graciously agreed to listen and provide feedback—although, you weren’t sure how helpful you’d be considering you weren’t the one involved in theater on campus—while running through one of your assignments.
“you’ve sounded great so far!” you call out to him from one of the audience seats. he looks over from the stage, his face contorted into a near-permanent pout before he looks back down at the script. “c’mon, would it help if i helped you out?”
“maybe,” he replies, finally looking over to you. he gestures for you to join him on stage and points you in the direction of the extra scripts as you scale the stairs. you follow his instructions and turn to the pages he was reading off of, nearly stopping in your tracks when you see the scene he’s rehearsing.
“okay,” san sighs, rolling his neck and shoulders before standing across from you with his own script in hand. “ready?”
“uh,” you swallow, struggling to hold his gaze, “sure.”
you’d long been attracted to san, even since freshman year when you had orientation seminars together. by some stroke of luck, you became inseparable—something you found solace in, until you began looking at him differently against your will and noticing every last detail about him. the way his body flexed when he acted, the way his eyes disappeared when he’d smile.
“hello?” san waves his hand in front of your face with a laugh. “help me out here!”
“sorry, sorry,” you blurt out, shaking your head before taking a deep breath to prepare.
“past the point of no return,” san begins, his voice dipping lower as he slips into character. you hold his gaze and try to ignore the way your heart races at the sudden shift. “no backward glances.”
he takes a step closer, his eyes never leaving yours. “the games we’ve played until now are at an end.”
you swallow dryly, your eyes darting onto the page for your line before you return to him. “past all thought of ‘if’ or ‘when’.”
“no use resisting.” he lowers his hand to capture your wrist between his fingers and you feel your breath hitch as he draws you in closer. “abandon thought.”
you both lower your scripts entirely, your hand still in his as you notice the way san’s chest begins to shudder with every breath. he averts your eyes, instead focusing on your lips as he purses his with a hum. the auditorium becomes too hot, too quiet as you become painfully aware of how close you are.
“san?” you say his name quietly in question. he doesn’t respond, just reaches for your jaw to brush his thumb across your cheek and tether your gaze to his. the way he looks at you sends a shiver down your spine and your eyes flutter shut as he leans in to press his lips to yours.
the moment he pulls away, the tension between you becomes too heavy to ignore. he looks at you with pupils blown wide and a kind of desperation you hadn’t seen from him before.
“do you, uh … do you want to go back to my place to keep practicing?”
mingi
mingi pulls away from you in an attempt to catch his breath as you peer up at him through your lashes. textbooks are strewn across the dorm room floor, a stack of study guides piled high on his desk that you nearly knock over when he pulls you into his lap in his armchair. you swallow down air and brush the hair falling over your face before adjusting your hoodie.
“we need to get back to studying,” you grumble, finding it increasingly difficult to ignore the way mingi’s large hands caress the small of your back before settling on your waist. he snakes his way back under your hoodie, his fingers tracing soft, slow circles against your skin. “if i don’t do well on this test, i’m fucked.”
“i know.” mingi presses a kiss to your collarbone, shifting his weight in an attempt to quell the sexual frustration churning at his core. “it’s just—it’s a little hard to focus when you look so good.”
“mingi.”
“yes, baby.”
“i’m wearing a hoodie and sweats.”
“so?”
with a scoff, you roll your eyes and swat at him before sliding off of him begrudgingly to return to your study guides. it was a gift and a curse having mingi at your disposal. he was exceptional when it came to organic chemistry, which meant he made the perfect tutor for your weakest class. on the other hand, your little arrangement as friends with benefits meant it occasionally got in the way of your studying.
or, well—frequently.
“okay, let’s make a deal,” mingi says matter-of-factly. “let’s get through the organic reactions pathways and then we can take a break.”
“a break, or a … break?” you ask, arching a brow with a knowing smile in his direction.
“you tell me.” he shrugs, mirroring your expression.
the pair of you are sat across from one another shortly after, cross-legged on his bed as he begins to recite the material to you. he goes into a complex description of molecule structures that you try to follow along as you take notes, your mind quickly wandering when you think about the feeling of his hand on your throat from the night before as he fucked you into the mattress.
mingi snaps in front of your face and you blink rapidly, feigning attention with a dramatic nod. he narrows his eyes at you before pinching the bridge of his nose with a sigh and setting aside his laptop.
“i know that look,” he says, folding his arms as he stares back at you.
“what look?” you ask with the most innocent expression you could muster. you pray that your mind stops wandering as you look back down at the notes between you. “i’ve been listening!”
“okay, then repeat what i just said.”
“you were talking about how addition leads to a reduction in saturation.”
mingi blinks in surprise, his mouth slightly ajar as he tries to stop himself from lecturing you to pay attention. “that was right.”
“and i might have been thinking about last night,” you mutter under your breath, barely loud enough for him to catch as he whips his head back up at you.
“oh,” he says, mindlessly scrolling through his notes before he sets aside the laptop and reaches for you with a resigned sigh. “well, come to think of it … we might need to take that break a little early.”
wooyoung
when wooyoung asked you out to go stargazing, you couldn’t imagine anything more romantic. laying beneath the stars beside one another, your head pressed to his chest and the rhythm of his heartbeat while you talked for hours on end. you could see it now—sprawled across a picnic blanket, enjoying one another’s company as you finally have the opportunity to have him all to yourself.
you didn’t anticipate just how much of an astronomy nerd wooyoung was.
“okay, so right up there is the summer triangle,” he informs you, peering through the viewfinder on his telescope as he gestures to the stack of reference books he’d brought along. “there’s three huge stars—vega, deneb, altair—you can’t miss ‘em.”
“i think i see them,” you say, although your eyes are fixated on wooyoung’s every move as his excitement grows from your supposed discovery. he adjusts his glasses and narrows his eyes, his fingers fidgeting with the hem of his flannel. you glance up at the sky that was clear aside from scattered stars. he sighs contentedly, sitting back on his haunches.
“thank you for coming along,” he says earnestly, looking over to you with a broad smile. “it’s nice to be able to share this with someone.”
“of course.” you reach over and pat a hand over his, the gesture earning a flush of pink across his cheeks as he clears his throat nervously. “i think it’s cute that you’re so into astrology.”
“astronomy.”
“right.”
“well, i’m a sagittarius, in case you were wondering,” wooyoung replies as he bursts into a fit of laughter at your mistake.
you roll your eyes and shove his chest playfully, missing just enough to lose your balance and topple over onto him. his arms wrap around you instinctively, the scent of his cologne engulfing you as you grip the fabric of his shirt in tight fists. suddenly, the sounds of the night around you grow faint, nothing but your heartbeat thrumming in your ears while your breath escapes you, low and shallow.
“sorry,” you mumble, although neither of you move.
“i don’t mind,” he replies, his voice soft as his grip on your waist tightens ever-so-slightly. his gaze trails over your face, his lips parted as he thinks of something, anything to say in the moment.
“do … do you want to get back to stargazing?” you ask, about to shift your weight off of him when he holds you firmly against him with a renewed glint in his eyes.
“actually,” he says, brushing a strand of hair that had fallen over your face, “why don’t we take a break?”
“oh?” he turns you so that you’re laid back onto the picnic blanket, his arms on either side of you. he looked nothing like the bashful stargazing enthusiast from just seconds before, now staring down at you with a knowing grin threatening to break across his face. you take the opportunity to get under his skin and hook a leg around his waist so that he’s drawn closer to you. “and what did you have in mind?”
“i could think of a few things,” wooyoung hums before you hook a finger around the collar of his shirt and pull him into a kiss.
jongho
you had no idea what you were in for when you asked jongho out.
he always kept to himself; never stayed back when class ended, didn't seem to have much of a relationship with the other students. something about him intrigued you that you couldn't put your finger on. he seemed like he would be sweet under that rigid exterior and somehow it became your personal mission to uncover his personality, whether he liked it or not.
"hey, do you think you can help me out after class with this assignment?" you'd ask.
"sorry, i have somewhere to be," he'd answer, shuffling through slides on his laptop without so much as a glance at you. "but let me know how it goes."
"hey, would you be open to helping tutor some of the freshmen that are on track to take this class?"
"i don't think i have time for it," jongho would reply, dry as ever and making your blood boil. "but i think some of the others were mentioning being down to help."
it wasn't until one faithful evening when you somehow got him on the way to his car that you nearly cornered him in the parking lot. that is, if you'd consider flagging him down and running towards him with your heart nearly about to explode a subtle attempt. jongho stared at you through the lenses of his thick-rimmed glasses, his eyebrow arched in question as he observes you trying to catch your breath.
"would—hoo—look," you say, slamming a hand on the roof of his car. he doesn't so much as jolt. "i think you're hot. i don't know why, especially considering you never seem interested in hanging out. but, i do. and i've been trying to hang out with you outside of class and i'm tired of trying to drop subtle hints."
"oh, you weren't subtle," jongho scoffs, something akin to a smile etched across his features.
"funny," you huff as you watch him put away his backpack in his backseat before turning to you.
"i'm actually headed to hang out with some friends. you can join us, if you're free."
"oh, so you do have a life outside of class?" you ask as he rolls his eyes playfully and gestures for you to enter his passenger seat.
the ride to wherever jongho was taking you was silent, save for the baseball podcast he seemed to be intently listening to as he kept both hands on the steering wheel. you scroll through your phone absentmindedly, a small part of you wondering if you were about to be dragged to something that would bore you to death when you thought he might have been more interesting beneath the surface.
boy, were you wrong.
the second he pulls into the parking lot of one of the busier barbecue joints and a group of guys you recognize faintly from across campus holler at his entrance, you realize that he was the complete opposite of what you'd expected. it was as if he was swapped out with a clone, full of life and laughter and eager to accept a round of drinks. he sang at the top of his lungs, cracked jokes like it was nobody's business and downed beer like a forlorn sailor.
“so, you’re jongho’s girl?” one of the guys ask you. his question steers your attention away from the fresh bottle of soju you were about to crack open and you glance in jongho’s direction before answering.
“well, i—”
“yeah,” jongho interjects, “she is.”
you arch a brow at him only to receive a smug grin that crosses his features before he finishes the rest of his drink. the way he stares back at you so pointedly sends a flutter through your chest and you realize you’d been very wrong about him.
Summary
“Drench it,” he said, still face-down, still presenting that perfectly round, waiting ass. “I want to feel how wet I make you when you fuck me."
A/N
okay so yet again, I didn't exactly plan to do the pegging "headcanons" like a separate fic, but the second I started working on the idea for hj I was like... Damn I lowk need this to be a oneshot rather than a drabble. So here we are!!
Also this is for u bby hehe @countlesssepia
— ᨳଓ Pairing:
kim hongjoong x female!reader
— ᨳଓ Audience:
smut
— ᨳଓ Word Count:
~2.2k
— ᨳଓ Tags:
PEGGING!!!, power bottom!kim hongjoong, switch!kim hongjoong, switch!reader, anal fingering, masturbation (reader), voyeurism (hj makes you watch him finger himself), dom!kim hongjoong (only in the beginning), whiny!kim hongjoong, sub!kim hongjoong (towards the end), spanking
“No touching, baby.”
Hongjoong's voice curled around the dim bedroom like smoke—a single lamp shining on the nightstand, throwing shadows across the sheets. You sat in the chair Hongjoong had placed at the edge of the bed, fingers twitching where they lay against your naked thighs.
Hongjoong, however, was lying face down on the pillows, his spine shaped in a long, elegant line, ass lifted just slightly. The bottle of lube sat uncapped beside his knee, where it dipped into the mattress, the clear gel already gleaming on his fingers.
He wiggled from side to side, readjusting so that he could push his legs further apart—turning his head so his left cheek pressed against the pillow, half-lidded eyes staring into yours, dark with lust. You could see and hear everything.
Everything.
The slow, deliberate squelch that filled the silence as he pressed two slick fingers against himself, circling and teasing the tight ring of muscle with the kind of patience that made your clit throb at the sight, your face growing hot along with the heat pooling in your lower back.
“You’re going to watch,” Hongjoong teased, letting out a faint breath before his lips formed into a familiar mischievous grin. He raised his eyebrows slightly, his tongue tracing the edge of his top teeth. “I want your eyes on me the whole time. Understood?”
“Yes,” you barely managed to breathe out, eyes glued to the man in front of you.
And he pushed.
His back arched when the first finger pushed in slowly, working himself open when a long, shuddering exhale escaped him. Not a moan, not yet—something deeper. Like layers of relief, of hunger, were slowly being peeled away. Your breath hitched at the sight.
“Touch yourself,” he smirked, tone calm and unhurried. “While you look at me.”
A groan left his parted lips when your hand slid obediently between your legs, the cotton of your panties already damp and clinging against your glistening folds. Pushing the fabric aside, you let your middle finger settle against your clit—not rubbing just yet, just resting there, feeling the throb sync with the sight of his finger retreating, then pushing back in, joined by a second.
His eyes grew shut for a second, a faint furrow in his brow as he welcomed the stretch of a second finger—a small, almost needy whimper cutting through the thick tension filling the air. His hips rolled, and the slick sound of Hongjoong fucking himself on his fingers grew louder, followed by a mix of breathy moans and mumbled whimpers.
Fuck.
The sight in front of you was so filthy, so fucking obscene, yet so intricately beautiful—the way his legs trembled with every thrust, the involuntary movement of his hips as he fucked back onto his fingers, his hole flushed red from the stretch. At the same time, drops of lube trailed down to his balls, his hard and painfully neglected cock hanging low.
You drew a tight circle around your clit, breath escaping in an almost sharp hiccup from how good it felt.
“T-that’s it—mmmh—let me hear you, baby.” Hongjoong purred, with only the faint stutter of his words as proof of how affected he was, too.
His two fingers became a slow, rhythmic fuck. His wrist twisted as his knuckles kept disappearing into that glistening heat, a moan breaking loose from his chest—low and wrecked—and the sound of it sent shivers straight down your spine, your fingers now moving faster, pressing and then sliding through your own wetness as you watched him stretch himself open.
“F-fuck,” you breathed.
Hongjoong laughed breathlessly, the sound nearly swallowed by the pillow. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”
Then he pulled his fingers free, the sudden emptiness leaving him gasping—his whole body fluttered, slick and shiny, and you had to clamp down on the noise building low in your throat.
“Get the strap, baby. Fuck yourself with it first.” Hongjoon ordered, lips parted, pupils blown wide as the order landed hot in your belly, almost like a punch.
Hurriedly, you scrambled to the nightstand drawer, pulling out the harness and the silicone cock—curved, not too thick, the one he’d chosen eagerly weeks ago.
“Drench it,” he said, still face-down, still presenting that perfectly round, waiting ass. “I want to feel how wet I make you when you fuck me."
“J-Joo—fuck—you'll be the death of me.” You groaned, hands trembling as you made your way back to the chair.
It was impossible to look away from him as you brought the toy between your legs, the silicone contrastingly cool against your fevered skin. You guided it through your folds, coating the shaft with the slick evidence of everything he was doing to you.
A moan clawed out of you as you pressed the tip against your entrance and finally pushed—your wetness coating the length as you let it slide back in, then out, glistening. Fuck, it already felt so good.
“Good girl.”
You whined at the praise, shuddering as you pulled the dildo away—too impatient to continue—and buckled the harness around your hips. The base pressed against your mound, the weight of it foreign and obscene.
Hongjoong was already moving, pushing up onto his knees—cock jutting out, dark and weeping, still untouched. He didn’t look down at it. His eyes were on yours.
“Sit,” Hongjoong commanded, hand patting at the spot next to him.
You left the warmth of the chair as you made your way onto the bed, legs flat as you leaned your back against the headboard, the dildo standing rigid in your lap. He crawled toward you—slow and predatory—swiftly turning around as he swung one leg over your thighs, his back to your chest.
He braced his hands on your knees, that tiny waist flaring into the roundest, most plump ass you'd ever seen, and you could do nothing but stare as he reached down and wrapped his fingers around the base of the silicone cock. A fresh drizzle of lube from the bottle, the sound of it squelching in his grip made your mouth water.
“No touching,” he reminded you. His voice had gone ragged, his chest heaving slightly. “You just watch.”
He lined the tip up against his hole—slick, still gaping slightly from his fingers—and then he lowered himself, not all at once, but a fraction of an inch when a sharp gasp tore from his throat as the head breached him, his spine curling forward at the stretch. And fuck, he was so pretty like this. So in control yet so blissfully turned on, he couldn’t help the sounds escaping.
“Nnnngh—fuck,” he gasped as he rose and then sank again—just a little more this time. The dildo disappeared into his flushed hole, inch by agonizing inch, and you could see the way his body fought it and welcomed it in the same breath, making your clit pulse furiously against the base of the harness, untouched and aching.
His palms slid higher up your thighs, nails biting in. “You f-feel that—ah—f-feel how tight I am?”
“Yes,” you choked, your eyes so desperately wanting to flutter close from the ache between your thighs, but you fought against it; nothing was better than the sight in front of you.
Hongjoong fell forward then, fully seated, hands slapped onto your thighs for leverage as his back turned into a graceful arch, mumbled whimpers contrasting the wet, squelching fullness of Hongjoong being filled to the brim, lube leaking from where you joined—pooling against the base of the strap, a glistening drop that drooled down onto your skin.
A long, broken moan erupted from the man as his head fell back, lifting his hips until the head was threatening to escape, only to drop down hard, setting a rhythm that drove the toy deep every time he sank.
You groaned at the sight of his round ass bouncing, the muscles clenching around the silicone, the tiny waist flexing as he fucked himself on it—burned into your retinas. You couldn’t blink. Couldn’t breathe.
“Tell me what you see.” Hongjoong breathed, the dominant tone he’d desperately clung to faltering just slightly, almost like it was more of a plea than a demand.
“You’re—fuck—you’re swallowing it,” you stammered. “Every time you come down, it just—vanishes. God, your ass is so perfect. So fucking perfect taking it. Joong-ah.”
His head fell forward as he whimpered, his rhythm slowing down for just a second from the praise before he picked up the pace, faster—harder. The bed frame knocked against the wall, harsh sounds spilling into the air, almost like nails on a chalkboard compared to the song of Hongjoong’s whimpers, the lewd squelch of lube as he continued to stuff himself full, and the slap of his untouched cock against his belly with every bounce, leaving a glistening smear. And all you could do was watch.
A firm grip on your wrist brought you back to reality as Hongjoong dragged it to his cock, separating your fingers before closing your hands together against his leaking tip. The rhythm of his hips was erratic as he clasped his other hand against your thigh, fingers digging into the skin like he was scared you’d leave.
“P-please...” Was all Hongjoong managed to breathe out before your free hand grabbed the swell of his hips, legs rising until your feet lay planted against the bed for more stability.
Hongjoong continued working both your hands down the length of his cock, squeezing tightly as you reached the tip, and then down again with a whimper escaping his parted lips. A whimper that quickly turned into pants and whines the second you steadied your grip on his hips and pounded into the wet heat of your boyfriend. Hard.
“So full—nnghh fuck—” The man couldn’t help the sounds that escaped him, cries and pleas for more and how fucking good you felt inside him, the dominant aura quickly disappearing because of how fucked drunk he was.
At this moment you couldn’t care less about your own pleasure. Not when Hongjoong was seated so perfectly in front of you, his abused hole swallowing the silicone cock so prettily—clenching around it every now and then to feel the ridges and details. To feel full.
You could feel the tension in your thighs, growing tired with every thrust, but you could not stop. The wet sounds paired with Hongjoong's noises worked like magic, pulling you in like a trance you couldn't get out of even if you tried.
You swatted the hand away that kept you around his cock, working in frantic motions as a whine filled the air. Urging him to use his own hand instead, your now free one trailed along his curved back, sweat sticking to the palm of your hand as you placed it flat against his shoulder blades, carefully pushing him forward just a bit. Just to enhance the enticing arch of his back a bit more.
“Ah! F-fuck, baby… R-right there—ah!”
The grip Hongjoong had on your thigh grew stronger, needier. The tips of his fingers dug painfully into your skin as his moans became more frequent, more desperate, more pleading. His head bobbed with each thrust, like he was in no control of how his body reacted or moved—just limp and pliant around the toy while you fucked stars into his eyes.
“So good for me, baby. So good.”
Your fingers grazed the curve of his back, leaving his shoulder blades and nails softly—but possessively—painting red marks along its path, stopping just above where the silicone cock disappeared into your boyfriend. Your hand quickly made contact with the side of his cheek, a harsh slap now welcomed into the mixture of sounds floating endlessly in the air.
A deep moan escaped Hongjoong’s lips, his legs trembling in your lap. You softly ran your hand across the faint red mark of your palm against his skin, soothing it before charging again.
Slap.
And Hongjoong was gone. His whole body seized—a rigid, breathless spasm that locked his hips flush against your lap. A guttural cry ripped from his chest, not a word, just sounds, as his cock pulsed untouched, spurting thick white streaks across his belly and thighs. His hole clamped down on the dildo so hard you could feel the pressure through the harness, a phantom squeeze that made you sob with need.
He trembled from the overstimulation as you fucked him through his orgasm. With the last thrust, he fell forward onto all fours, the toy still buried deep inside, his shoulders heaving in rhythm with the pants filling the air—the air that previously sang a melody of need, of desperation, now silent. The only sound moving cautiously in the room is a mix of your panting, along with the stench of sex, sweat, and lube.
Then, through the wrecked quiet, his voice came—hoarse, shattered, and somehow still commanding.
summary: You have the entire office wrapped around your finger. Confident, hard working, and more than sure of your positon. You hold the power to do and say whatever you please. But, theres someone else. Someone else in the office who just might be able to knock you down a few pegs, and for some reason, the idea of being reminded that you are less than you think you are is positively riveting. And maybe for once, you could just lay back and let someone else do all the work…
warnings: so many hr violations, tension, drunken confessions, power dynamics, banter, microsoft ex*el(sorry), hongjoong is a tease, reader is overworked, pet names (ma'am, baby, sweetheart, etc.), dom!hongjoong, office sex, body worship, cocky joong (YES YESYES), unprotected sex, stress relief, whiny joong(YES YES YES X4), praise, oral (f!recieving), over the desk, manhandling, fingering, hair pulling, eye contact, cumming all over your stomach
wc: 10.1k
notes: i've been wanting to write something like this for months, and here it finally is, hongjoong fucking the stress out of his boss (you)
tracklist: the town, #icanteven, black milk
Deadlines to meet. Pitches to present. Meetings to schedule and papers to revise. You were drowning.
You pride yourself on your work ethic, and you rarely let yourself fall behind for anything, no matter what. But with the holidays rapidly approaching, the office would be closed for a few weeks, and things needed to be nipped in the bud before the new year.
Employees swarmed around the office, the clacking of keyboards and the clicking of metal shoe plates, the droning of the printers, and the whispers that flowed from grey cubicles swirled about the space as you stepped out of your office. You did your best to ensure your employees were not overworking themselves, that they got ample time off, and met deadlines without loss of sleep.
However, everyone was on a time crunch. People were planning family trips and making holiday excursions, and the whole office was a chaotic tumble, everyone frantically trying to wrap things up as soon as possible.
You thought that if you stared at Excel for one more second, you would throw your monitor out the 13th-story window. A coffee, that's all you needed right now.
Making a beeline for the break room, you strode past employees offering a curt good afternoon, your eyes drawn to the snow that swirled out the tall glass windows of the building. You stepped into the breakroom, thinking at first you might have had it to yourself so you could brew your coffee in silence before you went back to work.
“Are we allowed to bring Jell-O shots to the holiday party, Ms. L/N?”
Slowly, you closed your eyes and let your head tilt up to the ceiling, a heavy sigh escaping your lungs as annoyance already began to run its course through your veins. You walk forward towards the coffee maker on the counter, completely ignoring the presence of the man standing by the table.
You grab the container of coffee grounds and scoop some into the filter silently.
“Yoo hoo? Is this thing on?” He speaks again, and you almost spill the grounds.
“Why are you in here?” You ask him, switching on the coffee pot and picking at a hangnail.
“You didn’t answer my question,” he presses, and you watch as he leans his head over in your field of vision, a groan bubbling from your throat.
“No, Hongjoong. You cannot bring Jello shots to the holiday party. There will already be drinks provided.” You reluctantly turn your head to look at him.
All charming aura and confident attitude, Kim Hongjoong leans against the counter with a lazy smile, his eyes crinkling behind his glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. His dark hair framed around his face in a neat style, a few stray strands here and there that only added to his boyishness. His tie is loose, as always, and his fingers are clasped around a stir stick that he twirls in his hand. And as per usual, he’s giving you that knowing look. That look that always irritates the shit out of you.
Hongjoong was one of your best workers, and you admired his ethic to an extent. But that's as far as it could ever go. In any other department, he was truly insufferable. You almost think he’d make a great manager; he could annoy his employees to get work done just so they could get him to shut up.
He worked well. He met deadlines. He was funny sometimes. Charismatic, always willing to help. And you hated it. Hated him. You felt like he didn’t respect you. You felt like he was prancing around the office with the confidence of ten men, some idea planted in his head that he was above it all. Of course, you never asked him about it. It's just what you thought. You don't have control over him. He met deadlines, but not because of you. His boss. He threw amazing pitches, but not because of you. You felt as though you did not influence him in any way, shape, or form, even though he worked under you. And it drove you fucking crazy.
Always watching. Always whining. Always giving you new reasons to fire him, but you never do.
“Didn’t think so,” he chides, and you nibble on your bottom lip as you watch your coffee slowly drip into the pot. “Okay, how about a charcuterie board. Can I bring one of those?”
“There’ll be a notice of termination on your desk in 5 minutes if you don’t stop asking me stupid questions.” You snap lowly, tapping your fingers on the counter rhythmically, your eyes narrowing at the man in front of you.
His smile only grows and waves you off like he’s dismissing a compliment.
“Ma’am, you do know there's a no-flirting policy. Have some decorum.” You could hear the grin through his words, and you could only roll your eyes in response.
The annual holiday party rolled around at Christmas time. Just a few days before the company shut down until January. It was always a daunting task for you. Find caterers, book a venue, and invite everyone in the entire office. It always went the same: everyone would pregame, show up, get blacked out drunk, and then clock in the next morning with a hangover that could kill God. And nobody ever learned from their mistakes from the previous year because the pattern was continuous, and you were sure this year would be no different.
You never drank at the parties, well, at least not much. You were responsible, as you had to be in the office every morning, punctual and ready to grind for the last few days. Surprisingly, Hongjoong was similar to you in that fashion, staying sober enough to come in the next day, his best self.
But something about the stress that's been weighing you down this past year might urge you to indulge just a little more than usual this time around.
“I assume you’re all caught up.” You pick up the hot pot of coffee and pour it into your cup. You already knew the answer.
“Of course I am, do you even have to ask. That’s why I’m your favorite.” Hongjoong smiles widely and hands you 2 packets of hazelnut creamer and 4 packets of sugar. Just how you like it. You raise an eyebrow and snort, taking the additives and shaking the warm feeling that bloomed on the back of your neck. He was, in fact, not your favorite, but you wondered when he had the time to memorize how you liked your coffee.
“You’re really sure of yourself, Kim.” You tear open the packets and pour them into your cup.
Hongjoong slips the stir stick into his mouth, nibbling on the end gently. His eyes rake over your body for just a moment while you add more sugar to your coffee, his gaze stuttering where your stockings hugged the thickness of your thighs. “That's how I got this job, Ms. L/N.”
You reach for a stir stick, but Hongjoong tries to hand you the one he has. You made a face and reached past his outstretched hand to grab one from the box.
“Rude.” He whines, placing the stir stick back into his mouth. As you stir your coffee, Hongjoong’s eyes remained glued to your face, like he was waiting for you to turn back to him and satiate his attention. You sigh and finally turn to him, your hand on your hip and the stir stick swirling in your cup when you let it go.
“If you’re all caught up, then find something to do, or go home. I don’t really care. But you’re not gonna stand here and annoy me until I’m done with work.”
Hongjoong's smile slickens, like he senses the unease that stirs within you, an unease that he brought up. “I like looking at you, though.” He says simply, a tingle in his tone that makes your chest flutter quietly. “I can’t stay and stare at you until you go home?”
You close your eyes, take in a deep breath, and pick up your coffee cup. Hongjoong watches your every move like it was the most entertaining thing ever, and you hated his stupid, handsome face. It’d be much easier to deal with his bullshit if he were hard to look at.
“Hongjoong, you’re too pretty to be acting this way.” You deadpan, sipping your coffee, your eyes staying glued to his over the rim of your cup.
His eyes widen, and you see his throat bob as he swallows, clearly not expecting you to say something like that, but as he does, he recovers quickly, his sly grin returning promptly. “You think I’m pretty?”
You smile and raise your brows. “Well, yeah, I sure didn’t hire you for your personality.” You click your tongue and set your cup back down. “I can’t help but feel as though you think you’re above me.”
Hongjoong shakes his head slowly, a soft laugh slipping past his lips. “Oh, I would hate to give you that impression, ma’am. I have nothing but the utmost respect for you.” It doesn’t seem sincere; the playful glint in his eyes and the amused tone of his voice make you want to laugh harder.
“Do you have fun getting a rise out of me?” You ask, your eyebrows knit in discernment as you try to read his body, his expression, anything to just understand what he's thinking.
“Oh, absolutely, you make it really easy,” he grins, those beautiful teeth on display. You find your eyes wandering down to the thin vein that bulges on the side of his neck, how it disappears behind the collar of his dress shirt. It hugged him well, and you mentally shake those thoughts out of your head before they could go any further south.
“And you make it really easy to want to fire you.” You say half sincerely. And of course, all he does in response to your empty threat is laugh.
“Whatever you say, ma’am. Stats are on your desk. I finished them an hour ago. I hope they’re to your standards, as they usually are.” He winks at you, turning to pour himself a cup of coffee as well.
Your jaw clenches, and Hongjoong catches it, his tongue running over his teeth as he watches the way your body tenses in response to his nonchalance. You really do make it easy, but it's only because it was him. Hongjoong manages to irk you in a way that no other man has been able to before. You weren’t sure what it was about him; the air he radiated challenged you. Your authority, your patience, your body. He made you feel hot all over, whether it be his sly remarks that pissed you off, or the charming smiles he shot your way that made your heart skip.
Kim Hongjoong made your blood pressure rise in a way that was borderline unhealthy, but god, he was so fucking good at his job. It didn’t help that you did, in fact, like looking at him, and you almost thought that he knew that. That’s why he bothered you so much; he knew the effect he had on you.
An employee who intimidates his employer is a recipe for disaster, and the tension that charged between you two anytime you were in a room together dangerously intrigued you both. Yet, it was like you both couldn’t get enough. Neither one of you would say it, but it was there. And it was palpable.
“I’ll see you at the holiday party, Hongjoong.” You say with a note of finality, turning on your heel to walk out of the breakroom.
Hongjoong watches you walk away, his hand reaching out and switching the coffee pot to the warming setting. “Can’t wait,” he calls back, biting the end of the stir stick off with a quiet snap. “Maybe let loose this time around, ma’am. It might do you some good; you seem more stressed than usual.” Hongjoong’s tone had a ring of concern around it, and that alone made your skin prickle with irritation, and maybe something else.
You hoot out a laugh as the break room door shuts behind you, the hustle and bustle of the office flooding your ears once again.
You could let loose this year, take the night just to let out your nerves, and live in the moment. It probably wouldn’t hurt.
“Whoa, Ms. L/N, I didn’t mean this loose. How many fingers am I holding up?”
You squint your eyes and really look. “Seventeen.” You hiccup.
“That's not even humanly possible, ma’am.”
The party rolled around faster than you could even process, and before you knew it, you were wandering around the venue, glass of chardonnay in hand. Employees chatted loudly around you as you took in the grand space. Large chandeliers and glassy floors, everyone was dressed to a T, bright smiles and obnoxious laughter around every corner.
You wrapped your cardigan around your body tighter, not because you were cold, but parties had never been your thing. You had them organized for your employees because you knew they would appreciate it. They would often come up to you late into the execution, smelling of wine and drunk smiles on their faces as they thanked you profusely for not making their job a living hell, and then crying about how they are going to be late to work in the morning because of how shit faced they got.
It made you happy to see them living, one last hurrah before the holidays took their time and attention for the remaining weeks. Some of your male employees tend to get bold once the alcohol starts to flow, offering you a dance or even a ride home.
You always politely declined and never brought it up the next day to save them the embarrassment.
The stress of the year had really torn you down worse than usual. You weren’t sure if it was the developments the company had been pushing or maybe the fact that your mind had just been kind of scrambled the whole year, but in that moment, all you wanted to do was drink until you passed out. Not out of sadness or anything depressing, just to not have to think about having to walk into the office tomorrow morning and sit at your desk and drain your life away on Excel.
One glass of chardonnay turned into two, then three, then four… and before you knew it, you couldn’t see straight. The lights were too bright, and your body wracked with hiccups. You stumbled around the venue blindly, laughing at things that weren't funny and actually accepting dances from people.
That's when he found you, shit faced, sitting on the spiral stairs, your half-empty glass clutched tightly in your hand as you overlooked the swarms of drunken people.
“There she is!” Hongjoong says cheerily, walking over to you with a wide smile. It faltered slightly when he noticed how disoriented you looked, swaying on the steps slowly with the glass in your hand held loosely like you didn’t even know you were holding it.
“Hong– joong…” You sneer, words slurring as you raise your eyes to watch as he prances over to you. “Why are you here?”
He raised an eyebrow in confusion. “Um, I work here? From the looks of it, I’m glad I didn’t bring the jello shots; you seem drunk enough.”
You scoff and attempt to stand, placing your hand firmly on the railing and shooting to your feet clumsily. Hongjoong was quick to reach out and steady you, or you would have tumbled to the floor. “Don’t talk to me like that!” You mumble, the warmth of his hands on your bare arms spreading throughout your body. His fingers curl around your biceps, holding strong to keep you upright.
“W-Woah! Hold on now, you almost fell-”
You interrupt him, pulling your arms from his grasp. “I’m not a child, I can handle my alcohol.”
“Clearly not,” he mutters, a small smile on his lips, and he reaches forward and gently takes your wrists in his hands. “C’mon, let's get you off these stairs.” You pout, but you let him guide you off the stairs, following in clumsy movements as he walks you down the hallway where fewer people are gathered, away from the loud drunken craze in the main area.
He leans you up against the wall, placing his hand flat against the back of your skull to make sure you don’t bang it. “Alright, you need anything? Water, bathroom? You can yell at me some more if it’ll make you feel better.” His smile is genuine, his perfect teeth poking through his plush lips, his eyes low and soft; he looked at you like you were the only thing he saw. Or maybe it was the alcohol.
Your heels made you a little taller than him, your heavy eyes fluttering as you found yourself leaning your head down and resting your forehead against his shoulder. He stiffens slightly, the contact unexpected.
“You smell good.” You whisper, your breath fanning over his ear. Hongjoong couldn't help the laugh that bubbles from his chest.
“Oh wow, you’re really drunk, ma’am.” His hands clasp your shoulders and gently lift you back up so he can see your face. “When I said you should let loose, I didn’t mean drink yourself into a stupor.”
“Don’t tell me what to do.” You slur, raising your hand to gently push at his chest. “I’m your boss, that's my job…”
“You’re right, that is your job. But at the moment, you are in no shape to do your job.” He turns around to go fetch you a glass of water, but you reach out. You grab his wrist and shove his palm flat between your breasts, over your racing heart.
“Um-” Hongjoong starts, more than surprised at your sudden and strange move, but you beat him to it.
“Feel that?” You mumble softly, pressing his hand harder against your chest. “You piss me off so badly, Kim.”
Your brain is fuzzy, and you really have no idea what you’re doing at the moment, but it happens anyway. “You’re giving me grey hairs.” You sneer, your grip on his wrist tightening.
Hongjoong takes a step closer, embracing this strange choice you’ve made to make him feel your heart race beneath his palm. “I am?” He responds, and he smiles slightly, like he was getting a kick out of you acting so unlike you.
“You are.” You groan. “Kinda wanna fuck you too. But you don’t deserve that.” You let go of his wrist, and his hand falls away from your chest. You giggle and tilt your head back until he bumps against the wall.
“Maybe if you weren’t such an ass.” You speak loftily into the air with a heavy sigh. Hongjoong was at a loss for words, your confession floating around in his brain.
“That's a serious HR violation, Ms. L/N,” Hongjoong teases, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek as he takes in your drunken form with nothing short of pure amusement.
Your hand shoots out and grabs his tie, wrapping it around your hand and tugging him closer to you, so close your noses brush, and your wine-ridden breaths mingle in the quiet of the venue hall. “You’re a walking HR violation, Joong.” You whisper, the nickname new and sparking something fresh between you two.
“Always flirting with me, getting on my nerves, testing my patience.” You end every word with a sharp bite, tugging harder on his tie as a punctuation to each sentence. “And yet you never do anything about it.”
His eyebrow raises, then falls, slowly. “Do you want me to do something about it?” He purrs lowly, a warning in his tone. You took note of the connotations, but ignored them. Your eyes narrowed further.
“You wouldn’t dare.” You seethe, the alcohol makes you brave, and you decide now is the best time to test his limits, if he actually had any. “You dance around me, begging for my attention all the time. Joong wants the boss’s eyes on him at all times, yeah?”
He doesn’t speak, but his gaze shifts, cold yet heated. His hand twitched at his side, like he was restraining himself from grabbing something. He bites back what he really wants to say to you, opting for a more tame response.
“Can’t help it that you’re so responsive.” He hums deeply, testing the invisible barrier between you two, leaning in further, his lips mere millimeters from yours. “You choose to give me the time of day, ma’am. That's all on you.”
You curl your fingers further around his black tie, the fabric rough against your palm.
“You think you’re better than me, Hongjoong?” You question, your face heated, and your heart racing even faster.
Hongjoong only smiles, that stupid, knowing smirk, and runs his tongue over his teeth like he does when he knows he’s got the upper hand. Despite the position he’s in at the moment, with his tie in your grasp like you’ve got him on a leash.
“I’m not better than anyone, ma’am.” He replies indifferently. Then he leans in, pushing the boundaries and hovering his lips just shy of your ear. His breath seems cold in comparison to your hot skin. Your grip on his tie loosens.
“And neither are you.”
You both don’t move for a minute. He stays by your ear, his breathing steady as it fans over your neck. Your body tingles strangely, and a weird feeling pushes its way through your gut.
Then you speak, and maybe what you end up saying sets something into motion, but whether it was a mistake or not, you will learn in due time. You pull on his tie to drag him back in front of your face, your gaze momentarily flicking down to his lips before boring into his eyes like you were trying to kill him with looks.
“Actions speak louder than words, Kim. Stop playing games and make good on your words, or keep your mouth shut.” Your gaze is set hard, testing. Silence stretches between your way too close bodies. His breath fanning over your lips, his eyes half lidded, and his chest rising and falling with steady breaths.
The hustle and bustle of the party fades into background noise at this standstill, your skin buzzing alight with a new feeling. He was so close, you could feel the heat radiating off his body, smell his expensive cologne. He smelled like chocolate and wine, and it only made your head feel fuzzier.
Carefully, his hand lifts and cups over yours, prying your fingers from his tie. His hard gaze never falters, dragging your hand away until it falls back to your side.
“You’re drunk, (Name.)” he whispers, and his low tone sends a shiver down your spine. It’s the first time he’s ever called you by your name. “Lay off the wine for the rest of the night, will you?”
You click your tongue and push your body off the wall, Hongjoong taking a step back, the space between you two returning.
“All bark, and no bite.” You grumble, turning away and walking back into the main area of the party, your heels echoing off the shiny walls. Hongjoong watches your every step, his eyes dark and his lips pressed into a thin line. He watched until you disappeared around the corner. The gears in his head turned, a flush rising to the back of his neck.
He really wanted to keep his job, he really did. Hongjoong was a good man, and he would never take advantage of someone as drunk as you are.
But it took every fiber of his being not to drag you to the bathroom and fuck you over the counter until you lost feeling in your legs just to prove you wrong.
You wished the sun had just exploded that morning. Your hangover could indeed kill God. Your head pounded like steel drums, your eyes burned, and your stomach roiled. You dragged yourself to the office the next day, a hot coffee clasped between your cold hands. You remember the night before in bits and pieces, and when you stepped into the office, the vibe was the same.
Everyone sat at their desk, bags under their eyes, and a bottle of ibuprofen at the ready by their monitor. You mumbled a collective good morning to everyone before retreating to your office. Your office was warm, the hum of the heater working almost as a lullaby. Two more days until the holiday. That's all you needed to get through. Finalize some things, make sure holiday pay is at the ready. Prepare for the new year. You really wished you hadn’t even touched a wine glass last night.
Your computer mocked you the entire day, every clack of the keyboard like a nail in your skull. The screech of the printers makes you want to bang your head against the wall.
The bits in pieces you could remember last night were enough to keep you anxious all day long. His smell. That's the number one thing that stuck with you. Rich chocolate and a soft musk. Fruity wine and a gentle brush of clean linen.
Every time he walked past your office door that day, your eyes lingered, like you were trying to find the missing piece of a puzzle. You remembered the tickle of his dark, soft hair, his low, dangerous voice.
All the pieces you had gathered led you to one conclusion. You two got close somehow. Close enough to smell him, close enough to feel him. And it made your brain go haywire. The pieces you were missing had you on edge. What was said, what was felt. How far did it go?
You wouldn’t have to wonder for very much longer.
Slowly, one by one, employees file out of the building, heading home for the holidays. Computers shut down and cubicles cleaned out, the snow outside swirled louder as the sun continued to set after a long and grueling day. Everyone stopped by and wished you a happy holiday before heading off, to which you would smile and reciprocate, still somewhat battling a headache.
Silence gradually fell over the office as the evening dragged on, the words on your computer started to meld together, and you found your eyes wandering towards the grand glass windows of your office more often than not. You tapped your foot beneath your desk impatiently, and by 10 o’clock, you were the only one left in the office.
You sighed aloud, leaning back in your chair with your hands on your face, dragging them down exhaustedly. Your headache finally subsides as you wrap up final tasks.
Finally, you were done.
Then, your office door creaks open.
There he stands, hair a slight mess, his tie loose, and that little smile on his face. You groan really loudly this time, making sure your annoyance is very evident.
“You didn’t even bother to knock.” You bite, gathering files on your desk as you stand to put them away.
Hongjoong shrugs his shoulders like he couldn’t care less. “What, were you indecent or something?”
You snort out a quiet laugh as you shut down your monitor and gather pens. “What do you want? Everyone else has gone home. You should too.”
“I want to know why.” He says, stepping further into your office, the opaque door shutting behind him with a quiet click.
“Why has everyone gone home? It’s the holiday, Hongjoong-“
“I'm not trying to be funny.” Hongjoong continues to walk until he’s stood in front of your desk, and you cross your arms with a sigh as you look him over.
“Then what is it?” You deadpan, trying your best to push down the new fuzzy feeling that blooms quietly in your chest when he’s closer than usual. You needed to get out of the office right now, get away from him. Clear your head for the holiday.
“Why don’t I deserve it?” His eyelids lower, his hands plant firmly on your desk as he leans over it, his voice low as his fingers grip the edge of the cool wood.
You pause, confused. “What are you talking about?” Your voice shook slightly. You were confused, yes, but there was something in his voice when he spoke that made you think you had said something. Something that blurred boundaries.
“Last night. You said I don’t deserve it.”
You swallow, narrowing your eyes in an attempt to gain the room back. To take control.
“Deserve what, Kim-“
“To fuck you.”
Your breath catches. There it was. The push your brain needed to remember. The memories came flooding back, and Hongjoong could visibly watch your morale crumble as you remembered the things you said to each other, the way you touched him. He acted more professionally than you did when you talked to him in that hallway. How you challenged him.
“ ‘All bark and no bite,’ you had said.” He quotes you, his smile falling.
“I was drunk.” You reply, your fists clenching the pen in your hand. “I didn’t mean anything I said to you.”
“Drunk words are sober thoughts, right? You had to mean some of it.”
“I meant the parts about you being an insufferable ass.”
“I’m sure you did, you seemed very sure of yourself.” Using your own words against you. You bite your tongue.
“It’s not professional.” You reply curtly, as if it actually meant anything.
“Nothing that’s ever happened between us has ever followed along the lines of professional.” Correct once again.
“That’s all your fault, you’re always crossing lines.” You’re trying to be reasonable, but your words are empty.
“I didn’t know lines had been drawn.”
“Hongjoong.”
“(Name).”
You both stop and stare. You couldn’t win with him; he was right. The lines, if there had been any, had been blurred beyond recognition. In that office room, you were not employer and employee. You didn’t know what you were.
“I don’t know what you want from me.” You admit in defeat, dropping the pen on the desk with a clatter, your voice dropped to a low murmur. Hongjoong stands up straight and walks around your desk to stand in front of you. He walks close enough to you that you're forced to take a seat in your swivel chair. He stands there, his knees pressed against yours, before leaning down.
He grabs either side of your armrests, caging you in against the chair as he lowers his head to meet your eyes. “I want you to say what you want from me.” His hair falls over his eyes, his tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip, and his grip on the armrests makes the chair audibly creak.
He smelled too fucking good, and it was suffocating you. Your fists clenched in your lap as you craned your head to look up at him.
“Now that you’re sober.” He murmurs, leaning his head closer, so close his warm lips brush over your ear. “Clear-minded.” He moves his head to whisper in your other ear. “If you don’t think I deserve to fuck you…”
You don’t move, you don’t shy away from him. You don’t push him off. You stay dead still, your heart racing. He leans his head further in, and you could feel his lips press against the side of your throat, a whisper of a kiss against your warm skin that made your entire body erupt into a flurry of tingles. His hair tickles the side of your neck, and all you could see was his shoulder as he leaned over you.
“What can I do to convince you, ma’am?” He purrs against your throat, and you couldn’t help the small whine that slips from your lips. The wind outside howled, and the office felt like the heat was on full blast. You felt trapped, in the best way possible.
Hongjoong takes notice that you have yet to deny his advances, so he ups the ante. His hand on the left armrest lifts, gently brushing his fingertips over your wrist that lies on your lap, tickling patterns and circles.
Then he drops down, slowly running his fingers up the length of your clothed thigh. He pulls away from your neck to meet your eyes once again, his eyebrows lax. He catches the wanton look in your gaze, and it nearly undoes him.
“I could work a little harder just for you.” He whispers, a hint of a desperate whine at the lilt of his sentences. “Put in some extra hours, really put my all into those reports.”
His hand trails further up, now massaging your hip in slow strokes, gently gripping the flesh. “Or, I can get a little more hands-on.”
Up the side of your waist, crossing over to gently rub your lower tummy over your blouse. You fought not to melt at the feeling of his warm hand, but you were promptly losing the battle. “I could kiss those pretty lips until you forget that you could fire me at the twitch of a finger.”
Over your stomach, back to your side, dragging up your arm to your shoulder. “I could really blur those aforementioned lines, maybe even try to change your mind if you’d let me finger fuck you until your legs shake.”
He presses his lips against your temple as his hand finally finds its home at the nape of your neck, grabbing it and squeezing gently. “I could make you forget how to walk without even fucking you properly if you let me get my mouth on you.” His whispers make your stomach leap; his hand never ceases its massaging movement on the back of your neck. His fingers gently scrape your lower scalp, sending a pleasant sensation throughout your bones.
“Whaddya say, boss?” he smiles against your temple. Your hands that were previously clenched, you hadn’t even noticed that you had grabbed onto the collar of his shirt, effectively holding him in place above you as your breath fanned over the skin of his throat, excitedly.
When you finally speak, it's low, but confident enough.
“You’re still not doing anything, Hongjoong.” His hand on the back of your neck freezes.
“Actions speak louder than words.” You repeat one last time.
You feel his lips spread into a smile against your temple, then his fingers brush upwards, burying his hand in your hair. “You’re shaking.” He coos, and you feel his fingers curl, firmly gripping your hair at the scalp. “Clearly, my words affect you much more than you’d like to admit, ma’am.”
He yanks your skull back, forcing your head to crane upward, moving his head back before crashing his lips into yours without a warning. Heat blooms from where your lips touch, Hongjoong’s head tilted to kiss you messy and deep, and you let out a groan that could only be from satisfaction that falls down his throat. You grip his collar harder, his other hand on the armrest, moving to press down on your thigh. Hongjoong grins into the kiss, keeping your head at that angle, your noses bumping from the frantic movements.
The desperation, the tension, the anger, and the stress, all being released into a hungry, rule-breaking kiss that made your knees buckle. Hongjoong maneuvers your body up by your hair, forcing you to stand to follow his movements. He pushes you until your back is pressed against the tall glass windows, his lips never pulling from yours as he kisses you into a fever. His tongue melts with yours in a practiced dance, and your brain fogs as he presses his body against yours.
His hand slips from your hair and trails down your body, over your blouse, down to your skirt waistband. Then he pulls away, his lips leave yours as he sinks to his knees in front of you.
You watch, chest rising and falling with frenzied breaths as you brace your palms flat against the cold windows.
On his knees, Hongjoong’s hands trail down your legs, landing on the buckle of your shiny black heels. He makes slow work of his hands, gently undoing the straps of your heels and slipping them off your feet like they were made of glass. He kisses the side of your knee softly as he slips off the other shoe, setting them off to the side neatly.
Your stomach flutters at the carefulness of his actions, his eyes lifting to watch your watery gaze take in the sight below you. Then his fingers brush upwards, featherlight touches until they reach the welt of your left stocking.
His fingers slide beneath the sheer fabric as he slowly pulls it down your leg.
“Y’know…” he starts, right as he pulls the stocking completely off your body. His fingers moved to the right one. So slow, so teasing.
“You remember that one day, you came into the office, and for the very first time, you were wearing thigh-high stockings.” He slips off the second one, laying the pair next to your heels. His hands slid up the sides of your legs, feeling you shiver beneath his palms.
“I said something to you about them. About how I liked them.” Hongjoong’s hands slid beneath your pleated skirt, cupping either one of your thighs possessively. His fingers dip beneath the waistband of your panties, tugging at them teasingly.
“You gave me shit about me mentioning them. Telling me that I shouldn’t be paying attention to what you wear like that.”
He slips your panties over your thighs, down your legs, until they fall on the floor at your feet. Bare beneath your black skirt. His hand grips the underside of your left thigh, hiking it over his shoulder as he kisses the soft skin.
His other fingers gently brush through the wet mess you've made between your legs, and your breath catches in your throat at how easily his fingertips glide through the folds of your slick cunt.
“But I swear, every single fucking day since then-” he bunches your skirt up around your hips, pushing his face closer to your center, his fingers easily finding your clit and circling it oh so slowly.
“There hasn’t been a single time when you haven’t come to work wearing them.” His warm breath fans over your pussy, and you shiver, a whiny moan slipping from your lips.
“Lying through your teeth like that, chastising me for saying how pretty they looked on you.” Hongjoong grins, slipping his wet fingers into his mouth and licking your shiny arousal off of them with a greedy groan.
“When it's so obvious you’ve been wearing them every day just for me.” Then his mouth is on you. His tongue slips through you, parting your folds with a wet, loud slurp, and immediately your legs begin to tremble.
His hand keeps your thigh firm and hiked over his shoulder, his other hand gently massaging your hips while his mouth works wonders on you. Slipping his tongue up, circling your clit. Back down, drinking up each gush of arousal that spills from you. Suctioning his soft lips to the sensitive bud and burying his face so deep between your thighs, you were afraid he might not be able to breathe.
But he was moaning like he couldn’t get enough. The vibrations of his breathy keens sent shocks through your body, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thigh as he devoured, eating your cunt greedily like he had been dreaming about it for years.
You couldn’t control your moans, and they only spurred him on further, his tongue mapping out patterns. Listening to your noises and pinpointing what you liked so he could keep it up, keep you crying for him.
“Fuck…” he laughs against you, moving the hand on your thigh down to gently circle his finger around your entrance. “Taste so sweet, smell so good.” He laps at your clit hungrily, and you choke on a moan when you feel him slip a finger into your snug pussy, your warm walls pulsing around him. “Let's see if we can find that spot that’ll make you cry for me, yeah?”
He prods around, curling it, massaging, and when he feels your thigh tense and your breath shake, he knows he’s got it. “There she is.” Promptly, he slips another finger inside of you, pressing up and forward, rubbing pressured curves against that spongy spot deep inside of you, his mouth suctioned around your clit as his tongue draws patterns around it that make your gut twist.
“F-fuck-! Hongjoong!” You cry out, your hands flying to his mussed brown hair and burying your fingers into it at the scalp, grounding yourself so you don't buckle at the knees.
“I know, baby, I know.” He murmurs around your sensitive bud, his fingers moving deep inside of you in repetitive come-hither motions. Your head bangs against the cold glass, your back arching off of it as you take what he gives you with drunken earnestness.
“Let it all out, c’mon, big stretch sweetheart…” His hand moves away from your thigh and slides around to your lower back, pressing against it, forcing your arch further, stretching the tense muscles there as his fingers turn you inside out.
You groan, and he rewards your good listening with a nip to your clit. “That's it, I got you.” He reassures you, pressing your buttons and working you out, playing with you like it was giving him life. “Fuck you’re so pretty.” He slides his glasses off his face, all fogged up and starting to drip with your wetness, slipping them into his pocket.
Your nails scratch against his scalp, your jaw clenching as the pleasure rocks through you like electricity, your breath stuttering each time you feel his tongue slip over your clit, each time his fingers curl particularly hard.
Hongjoong catches the way your walls clench around his fingers, how your thighs vibrate, and your toes curl. “You close, ma’am?” He smiles around your clit, still in the mood to tease you even when he’s knuckle deep in your cunt.
“Yes, Hong–joong-!” you cry, tugging the hair at his scalp and pulling him deeper between your thighs. “Stop fucking around, please!”
Now that makes Hongjoong laugh. And then he’s growling, keeping up the persistent rhythm of his fingers and sucking your clit. “Never get to hear you say please… begging suits you, sweetheart, I could get used to that.”
He shakes his head back and forth, the friction making your head swim and your chest cave. Just when you’re so close to falling over the edge, Hongjoong pulls from you with a slick pop.
You groan in disappointment, and Hongjoong stands and swallows your complaints in a deep kiss, your own taste flooding your mouth. His tongue swipes over yours, letting you savor the flavor of your arousal. Allow you to relish in what he had done to you. How absolutely wet he’s made you. You listen as he unbuckles his belt with one hand, while the other grips the front of your throat.
“C’mon.” He groans against your mouth, and he's maneuvering you back over to the desk. You reach out your hands just as he pushes you down onto it, shoving the files off the surface onto the floor. Hongjoong flattens his hand against your back, dragging it up until it reaches the collar of your blouse.
“Arms.” He commands breathlessly, and you lift them, allowing him to slide the fabric over your head. Your skin is bare to him, his hand trails back down to unclasp your bra, and you help him slip it over your arms.
Hongjoong’s warm hands flatten against your shoulder blades as he keeps your front pressed down against the cold wooden desk. He drags his palms down, along your spine to where your black skirt hugs your hips. He leans his body over yours and presses wet kisses to the side of your neck, his hands roaming up and down your body like it belonged to him and him alone.
You could feel the rough cloth of his tie tickle the skin of your back. One hand leaves your body, and you could hear him shuffle his slacks down, and then you feel him. Your hips squirm as you feel the heat of his cock against your lower back.
You let out a needy whine, to which Hongjoong lifts his hand to your hair, burying his fingers into the locks, gripping it tight, and pulling your head back until you arch beautifully. Your skirt remaining bunched at your waist, you wince at the sting from him pulling your hair, forcing your neck to crane, almost far enough you could see the ceiling of your office.
“Fuck, wish you could see yourself right now.” Hongjoong’s other hand massages your hip, his nails lightly scratching against your goose-pebbled skin. He pulls his hips back until you can feel the fat, dripping tip of his cock slip between your lips, and he slowly drags his hips between your thighs, each slow thrust coating his length in your wetness and catching the friction of your clit.
“Bent over your own desk, wet and desperate.” he leans down and pulls your head farther back, pressing his lips flush against your ear and letting out a low, whiny groan right in your ear that makes your thighs clench around his cock.
“Driving me fucking crazy.” Your whole body shivers when you feel his blunt nails gently scratch against your scalp, unable to contain your pathetic whines.
“Please, Joong…” you cry quietly, pushing your hips back against him to try and coax him to finally slip inside of you. “Need you so bad, baby, please…”
You could feel his cock twitch between your thighs, and it made your chest swell with pride. No matter what position he had you in at the moment, you knew he was a sucker for your attention. For your praise.
“I want you to make me feel good.” You moan softly, and you feel his body curl further over yours, until you meet his eyes, your neck craned so far back it almost hurts. He looks down at you, and when you see him, you nearly unravel.
His face is flushed, his lips are spit-soaked and kiss swollen. His pupils are blown and his hair a hot mess. “Yeah, you want me, baby? Want me to make you feel sooo good?” You whine in confirmation, right as he leans in closer, his eyes boring into yours, nowhere to hide. All you could do was share his heated gaze. Feel a type of desire that was burning you alive from the inside out.
“Keep looking at me.” He commands breathlessly, and you feel his tip just barely breach your entrance. “Wanna see those pretty eyes cross when I stuff this pussy full of me.”
When he slowly pushes in, you realize it's much thicker than you could have ever guessed. Your mouth falls open in a gasp, and Hongjoong’s eyes stay on yours, barely blinking as his own lips part in satisfaction. His eyebrows knit in pure bliss as your warm, fluttering walls swallow him up. You choke out a broken moan at each inch that slips inside of you, and not even halfway in, and you feel so unbelievably full.
“Hongjoong…!” you gasp, and Hongjoong only nods in acknowledgment. Your vision goes blurry as he fills you up, and the grip on your hair only tightens as he feels you pulse around his cock.
“Sorry, sweetheart, I know it's big,” he purrs, the hand on your hip sliding up and down the side of your waist, coaxing you to relax so you could open up some more and let him slide all the way in.
“You’re so wet, though, making it so easy for me.” He kisses your forehead just as he pushes in a little more, met with a little less resistance. “God, you’re dripping everywhere.”
When he’s filled you to the hilt, you can no longer control your shaking, your body a shivering pleasure-ridden mess. You can feel his cock jump inside of you, holding still to try and calm his brain before he absolutely loses it and pounds you stupid over your desk.
“You’re so fucking tight, pretty.” Hongjoong laughs above you, and he slowly pulls his hips back, his thick girth dragging against your walls with a slick sound. You moan aloud, the fat tip of him perfectly sliding over that spot.
Then he slides right back in, a nice, long stroke that hits every angle just right. Hongjoong could hear it in your voice, how good you were feeling, and it was sending his ego through the roof.
“This what you needed?” He tugs your hair, just as your eyes begin to roll when he starts to set a slow, deep rhythm. Languid, heavy thrusts that forced you to really feel every inch of him gliding in and out of you.
He leans down to whisper in your ear, and you could catch low whimpers and the way his breath catches when your cunt squeezes around him when you hear his soft voice.
“Baby is sooo stressed.” He thrusts hard, just for a moment, smiling when you nearly yelp. Then he’s back at it slowly again. “Overworked and tired, and all this time. All this fucking attitude…” he kisses the shell of your ear and breathes in your scent, his body shaking like he was high off of your smell.
“And all you ever needed was for me to fuck it out of you, hm?” He pushes his cock in deep, then slowly rotates his hips in a heavy grind that makes your voice shiver when you moan.
Your hands grip the edge of the desk, and you swear you heard the wood splinter beneath your nails. Hongjoong leans away from your face to look down at where he sat inside of you, and you hear him growl above you and squeeze your hair.
“Shit, baby, you’re literally dribbling on the fucking floor.” He watches as he slips out of you, just leaving the tip inside, drunk over the way more of your arousal seems to flood out of nowhere and drip to the grey carpeted floor.
“Mmm… Joongie-!” You whine, and the hand on your waist travels to the small of your back, kneading and pressing, massaging the knot of stress out of it. All the while, his cock never stops moving, sliding in and out of you, dragging over your G-spot maddeningly, and it’s almost too much for you.
“Hold on, baby, work with me, okay?” His hand massages down until it cups the underside of your trembling thigh, pushing your leg up until it’s hiked over the desk.
The new angle is incredible, now pushing even deeper into your guts. You let out a low, drawn-out groan, Hongjoong’s heated palm squeezing and kneading your thigh as he held it up.
“There we go, that's better. Doesn’t that feel good, sweetheart?” He coos, and his tone sends shocks straight to your gut. You nibble on your bottom lip, each heavy glide of his hips making your desk creak quietly beneath your melting bodies.
Hongjoong’s hands were gripping the reins, fucking you deep and talking to you all sugar and cream, but his brain was reeling just as much as yours. “You don’t have to say anything honey, I can feel your pussy pulsing around me. I know what it needs, and you know I can give it to you just right.”
The satisfaction of finally putting you in your place, a beautiful, confident, powerful woman such as yourself, his boss, the woman who wrote his checks. Bent over, wood digging into your stomach as he pressed you against the desk, absolutely ravaging your crying pussy. And you were begging for it. Begging for him.
He was fucking loving it.
“Doesn’t it feel good to give up control?” He murmurs around lusty groans, feeling your stomach cave as he speeds up the pace of his thrusts, your wet sounds and your mingled moans bouncing off your office walls. “To not have to worry about meetings, or deadlines…”
His hand snakes around, and then your entire body jolts when his fingers press against your clit, rolling over it smoothly. “When all you have to do is lie down and fucking take it, nice and deep?”
Each brush of his cock against your G-spot, coupled with pressure on your clit made your brain short-circuit, and all you could do was moan pathetically, which apparently wasn’t good enough for Hongjoong.
The hand in your hair grips tighter and yanks your head far back, and his lips are pressed hard against your ear, his heavy breaths the only thing you could hear as he manhandled you as he saw fit. “I’m talking to you, boss.” He seethes against your ear, pushing up against your clit and leaving wet, warm kisses against the shell of your ear.
“Not a very good listener, are you, baby?” He clicks his tongue and rolls his hips deep into you, and you choke, your throat bobbing visibly with the way he forced your neck to crane at his whim.
“‘M sorry!” you gasp around a whiny moan, and Hongjoong’s cock twitches at the sound, a pained groan of a laugh coming from his throat.
“Fuck, honey…” he pulls his hand from your hair, and suddenly he slips out of you. You whine, feeling empty, Hongjoong groaning in tandem at the loss of warmth. But then he’s flipped you over, your back against the desk as he grabs your ankles and spreads them nice and wide. He slots his body between your spread thighs and slides the length of him through your soaked folds.
When you finally get to look at him, you whine loudly. His hair was so messy, his skin sweat slick. His tie hangs loosely around his collar, his blazer slipping off his shoulders, and the top buttons of his dress shirt are undone.
His hands keep you open as he quickly sheathes himself right back inside of you. He leans over your body and his hands hold either side of your head, keeping it still as he ruts his thick cock right back into you.
His nose brushes yours, keeping his frenzied eyes on yours as he slots his lips with yours, swallowing your moans and cries as he fucks you on your back.
“Say it again.” He groans into your mouth, his hips relentless as he ravages you in this new, exposing position. His hands are firm on either side of your face as he barely gives you any time to even breathe. “Say you’re sorry. Wanna look at you when you apologize to me.” You waste no time.
“I’m so sorry-! Joong-!” you moan down his throat, your hands flying around to cup the back of his neck, pressing his lips harder against yours. His hands warm on either side of your face make your brain fuzzy as he purrs and whines against your mouth with each thrust of his cock into your cunt.
“Again,” he whispers.
“I’m… fuck- sorry!” you cry.
“Again, baby again.” He whispers even lower, and your stomach clenches, like he tugged a string that was unraveling you from the inside out.
“I’m sorry Hongjoong!” He grins wickedly into your mouth, pulling away, a thin string of saliva snapping as he buries his face into the crook of your neck, letting out a low whine against your heated skin.
“Yeah, you are…” he whispers in your ear, and you feel that knot starting to form in your lower belly, the heat pooling tantalizingly.
You claw at his shoulders, whimpering out attempted warnings. “‘M c-close, close…” You fist the fabric of his blazer, your legs shaking as you focus all your attention on falling over that edge.
“You cumming, baby?” He coos into your ear, peppering kisses right below your lobe. You could only nod, your breath stuttering in your lungs as your orgasm crept up your back.
He keeps up that same angle, same pace, perfect, and helps you teeter closer to the edge. “Whenever you can.” He drawls, his hands staying on your face and turning your head to face him once again. His eyebrows furrowed, and his lips parted as he whined right against your mouth.
His eyelids are lowered, his gaze is focused. Like he’s trying to pick apart your expressions as carefully as he can. Read the glint in your eyes and the tremble of your lips. Swimming in the fucked out glaze of your teary eyes, the pleasure rendering you helpless beneath him.
His lips hover millimeters above yours, your heavy breaths kissing each other. You feel the thin soft skin of his lips brush over yours when he speaks, a whisper so low you can feel it in your gut.
“Cum for me whenever it feels right, baby, you can do it. Make it messy, okay? Don’t hold back.”
It was hard to deny when you had never felt an orgasm hit you this hard. Hongjoong tried telling you to breathe through it, but you physically couldn’t. It rocks your body hard, and you swear you hear the sound of his suit jacket ripping. But he pays no mind, kissing you with hungry fervor, slipping his tongue over yours, and drinking your loud moans greedily.
“That’s it, that’s it.” He instructs into the kiss, his hands keeping your head still as your body convulses and jerks beneath him. “Let me help you ride it out.”
His cock slows inside of you, long deep strokes, each kiss against your sensitive G-spot, making your mouth pool with saliva.
Before he could let himself fall apart inside of you, Hongjoong lifts off of your body, slipping his soaked cock out of you and letting it rest against your lower belly. Whining softly, he leans his head back, his hands coming down and cupping either one of your breasts, squeezing as he spills all over your stomach.
Pumping white ropes of cum all over your soft body, heady groans and purrs hitting your ears as he cums all over you, his chest heaving and his cock twitching against your stomach. His fingers pinch your nipples and roll them as he grinds slowly against the flesh of your tummy, slowing to a stop when he feels himself coming down.
“Holy fuck…” he sighs, leaning back down and grabbing the front of your throat, kissing you hungrily as his other hand massages your hip, helping you come down from your own high. “You’re unreal.” He whispers against your lips, grinning when you giggle in response.
“You’re lucky it’s the holidays and I’m feeling rather giving.” You tease, catching your breath and nudging your nose against his. “Or else this is a write-up.”
Hongjoong hoots out a laugh and gently massages right beneath your breasts. “You could fire me and blacklist me from every company within 100 miles, and I would still think it was completely worth it.”
“You’re lucky you’re my favorite.”
You could visibly see his eyes light up. “I thought you said I wasn’t!”
You shrug and kiss his nose. “I lied. But you can still be my favorite while also being an insufferable ass.”
Hongjoong tilts his head and smiles fondly. “I’ll work on that.”
“Please do.” You chide. “Make it a New Year’s resolution, I want to see improvements after the holiday.”
“Maybe I’ll make some steadier progress if you come over and help me work on it?” He wiggles his eyebrows, and you playfully smack his shoulder.
“We’ll see.” You sigh dramatically, but you couldn’t help the warm smile that damn near splits your face. “I’m still your boss, though, and you are on thin ice. Watch yourself, Kim.”
He stands and begins to walk to grab some things to clean up, raising his hand to salute cheekily.
“Yes, ma’am!” He shouts, and you roll your eyes.
HR seriously cannot find out about this, or else you’re both getting the boot.
And knowing Hongjoong, he’s definitely not going to make it easy on you.
usually I prefer subteez way better than strong domteez but damn if the visual storytelling in this one wasn't great. I already shot a film adapation in my head as I read through this
⋅ ⎯ ✈︎ kim hongjoong | s. ateez’s hongjoong for an nsfw alphabet ! | r. requested ! | g. fluff, romance ! | w. smut , nsfw ! | p. fem!reader x hongjoong ! | wc. ~0.77k !
a ⤖ aftercare (how he is after sex)
joong is literally the sweetest person ever after sex. he takes care of you, cleans you up, and just makes sure you're 100% comfortable. (i want him so bad y'all i can't even)
b ⤖ body part (his favorite body part)
his favorite body part on himself is his tongue... do i even need to explain...
his favorite body part on YOU however is definitely your ass. he is 100% an ass person lololol
c ⤖ cum (anything to do with cum)
in you
on you
whatever
he just likes seeing you pleased by him
d ⤖ dirty secret (his dirty secret)
he really really wants to record an audio of you just moaning
like he realllyyyy wants to do that
e ⤖ experience (how experienced is he?)
he doesn't fuck around often, but he definitely has experience and he is good!!! especially with that tongue of his
f ⤖ fav position (sex position)
missionary or reverse cowgirl
depends on his mood >.>
g ⤖ goofy (how he acts in the moment)
he's pretty serious cus he's tryna get down and dirty. when y'all fuck it's because he's actually fr horny and he wants to make sure it's good for both parties
h ⤖ hair (how groomed is he?)
he's well groomed, almost completely hairless
i ⤖ intimacy (how passionate is he?)
very?!?!?! why is this even a question...
he literally loves you so hard... both ways ^.^
j ⤖ jack off (how often he masturbates)
not often... he'd rather wait to fuck you
k ⤖ kink (one or more)
bondage ngl....
l ⤖ location (fav place to do it)
he loves doing it in the bathroom for some reason. in the shower but also really loves fucking you in a bathrub
m ⤖ motivation (what keeps him going)
when you look him in the eyes, he swears he can see the sparkle in you. it turns him on so much when you look at him and pretty moans are leaving your mouth as he just rams into you
n ⤖ no (something he would NOT do)
he would not do age play, he's just... it's not for him
o ⤖ oral (giving + receiving — is he good?)
oh my god yes...
he's so good at giving, he will make your eyes roll back.
he honestly would prefer to give than receive, so get ready for thatttt
p ⤖ pace (fast and rough? slow and sensual?)
he is slow and sensual, but its sooooo good
q ⤖ quickie (his opinion on it + how often they happen)
he doesn't like them, he would rather take his time and make sure you really feel good, plus he enjoys the time he has with you.
r ⤖ risks (is he willing to experiment, does he take risks, etc.)
he's willing to experiment ofc, but he also has his boundaries!
s ⤖ stamina (how long can he last?)
a long time depending on how his day went, but he's definitely lasting longer than the avg, male
t ⤖ toys (does he use/own any?)
no he doesn't, he's thought about it, but he thinks his hands & his tongue are perfectly fine ^_<
u ⤖ unfair (how much does he tease?)
a lot but he's someone who gets shit done so of course he's going to finish what he started
v ⤖ volume (how loud is he + what noises does he make?)
he's loud when he knows he can be, but he controls his volume depending on the time & location
he's not whiny but he's not someone who grunts either. it's more of an in-between thing, but he sounds hot asf.
w ⤖ wild card (random headcanon for him)
remember his dirty secret? well it finally came true.
you allowed him to record your moans and after a long performance on tour he went to the hotel and got right to it in the shower and he played your moans on the speaker.
luckily no one else was there because everyone else was eating dinner.
x ⤖ x-ray (what’s under his clothes?)
h'e not big but he's not micro either
he's in between
it grows when he's hard for sure
and he has a beautiful build
waist? helloooo
y ⤖ yearning (how high is his sex drive?)
honestly i just don't think his sex drive is very high
like he's definitely not a hornball
z ⤖ zzz (how quickly does he sleep after?)
he sleeps when he knows you're comfortable!
he will stay up all night if that is what it takes for you to be comfortable :C
yet another collab with loren @eightmakesonebraincell. idk what this is but it's smut and it's a filthfest in here sooo MDNI!!
lmao when we think about it now we don't even know how we came to write this (speed write it more like) but this has collected dust in the drafts for a good while anddd it's our first time writing smut like this (minus my woo fic) so here we are :') Enjoy!
Hongjoong
eye fucks you
literally when he is in the mood he will let his eyes scan you ever so slowly
tease.
i just think that most of the times you’ll be in the studio
and studio sex calls for you in his lap to get his attention
while his attention remains undivided on his pc
until you grind-
one wrong move and you’re done for
if he doesn’t want you to break his focus at that moment, he’s probably gonna growl and bite your shoulder with the promise of what’s about to come
and threaten you with things he would do to you once he is free
however, if you've succeeded?
immediately on to you
lips everywhere and anywhere on your body
tongue in your mouth
i feel like even if he tries to go slow, he’s the type to lose control in the middle of it
and go super intense and heated
loves it when his hands are on your hips and controlling your movement
the type to wedge his thigh between your legs as you make out
and watch you become a mess as you grind on it
or when you’re sitting on him, he’ll hook your legs over his to stop you from closing them
he’ll finger you until you’re squirming in his lap
punish you for distracting him and being a bad girl
neck kisses he’s gonna leave pretty marks all over you
will praise the f outta you (not me censoring this.)
will probably move around a lot during sex
like one moment you’re in his lap
next you’re on the couch, he’s on top of you
until you switch
and then he has you standing up and suddenly you’re pinned against the wall
will not miss a chance to go down on you
knows exactly how to make you cry
and i mean cry.
laughs against your throbbing core and the vibrations oh goodness
absolutely loves the feeling of your fingers gripping his hair in desperation
nips you everywhere
and when you’re finally begging him to give you what you want, that’s when he’ll let you have some moment of control
probably curses in pleasure
loves watching you on top of him but makes sure you know who’s in control (him)
he’s gonna spice things up when you’re reaching climax
i think i said he knows how to make you cry so go ahead and imagine
will overstimulate you before he wraps things up hehe
i just feel like his fingers on your clit right before you come and it’s 10x more intense
would love to come inside you when he can ;)
hongjoong would also probably record the audio of your moans during sex and when you climax (with consent ofc)
and on nights when he’s missing you he’ll play it through his headphones and touch himself wishing you were here
takes such good care of you when you’re done like you joke that he’s suddenly worried if you’re okay when he fucked you like there’s no tomorrow-
but really he’s all prepared he’s immediately making sure you have what you need- water, cuddles, round 2, you name it
will kiss your forehead as he assures you you’re his muse, the love of his life and all that sweet stuff :’)
you whine that you feel all sticky and gross
he definitely has an abundance of tissues and wet wipes in his studio
when people ask him why he has so many he tells them it’s for yknow cleaning
if you guys are back home in the shower though?
omg he is so soft and all about the romance
makes you feel so so loved
holds you in his arms for the longest time
or you’re in the middle of doing something and he grabs your wrist
and pulls you towards him with the biggest smile on his face
hands on your hips as he sways you around
and you just know that look in his eyes means he’s in the mood and he’s going to make this a memorable night for both of you
you’ll hook your arms around his neck and sway to the music that is in your heads
guided by his movements
he tells you what he’s feeling. no filters
and you appreciate that so much about him
would definitely have a post-sex playlist that he’s made with like slow candle-lit dinner vibes
plays it with a speaker in the bathroom as he presses long and lazy kisses against you
basically a very love-driven makeout session :((
hehe but he most definitely nibbles all over the marks he’s left on you with a sense of achievement
loves when you wear one of his shirts over just your panties as you go to bed together
it’s the possessiveness in him i’m telling you
he’s quick to fall asleep but you can see a faint smile on his lips as you caress his head or his face
and you tell him all the reasons you love him
you can swear his hold on you tightens even though he is fast asleep
and you’re going to wake up with him looking at you like you’re the most beautiful thing he has ever laid eyes on :((
even tho you look like an absolute mess in the morning-
Seonghwa
tongue.
man has a mouth on him like have you seen his lips?
the prettiest lips in ateez
and his tongue????
he is the best kisser in ateez fight me
he knows how deadly his tongue is
and he’s going to use that to his advantage
makeout sessions are gonna be next level with him
and when his tongue goes elsewhere-
like when he kisses your neck?
or anywhere for that matter??
you literally cannot breath
it’s like it’s turning him on too
makes the dirtiest noises you bet
he loves the feeling of your thighs clenching around him because it means that you’re close
he praises you and tells you that you have the prettiest moans
loves that you’re making those sounds just for him
he’ll enjoy overstimulating you
he coos and tells you to give him one more orgasm baby as he digs his fingers knuckle-deep into you
he knows your body so well
he can tell exactly when you’re about to come
like, he’ll say “come for me” because he knows that’s what tips you over the edge
and then when he’s satisfied with how many times you’ve come for him
that’s when he gets started
when you guys are fucking there are two different moods
sometimes he likes to take it slow and worship your body
pepper kisses all over your face and anywhere he can reach
presses his body against yours like he has to be touching every part of your exposed skin
drags his length in and out of you slowly so he can feel every inch of you
will latch his lips onto yours and explore your mouth with his tongue
likes to hold your hand :’((( i love him so much
other times it’s hot and fast and needy
his hands roam all over your body and through your hair
rolls your nipples between his fingers to make your back arch
moans into the kisses
bites your lower lip
either lets you run your hands wherever you want or pins them to whatever surface you’re on
you fist the sheets beneath you or grip his shoulders
he grunts and pants in between praises of how tight you are and how good you feel
before he’s coming hard into you
i’m convinced that when hwa comes his eyes roll back and he lets out the deepest moan
it’s so filthy his expression alone can make you reach your climax honestly
his warmth fills you up (pls use a condom irl)
and when he pulls out, the sight of his cum leaking out of you has him half-hardening again
he loves to see how he’s ruined you
and you best bet he’ll help clean you up-
with his mouth
he’ll hold your legs apart as you writhe from sensitivity
as soon as you both come down from your orgasms, it’s like all the dom has left his body
he literally becomes the softest when he’s doing aftercare like his touch is suddenly delicate and he’s holding you like you’re fragile
“sir, i’m pretty sure you’ve left bruises on my body but okay”
“ah, did i? shall i kiss them so they get better?”
and you grin bc you’re lovestruck
and he feels so proud that he made you smile bc that means you’re okay
literally every second sentence that comes out of his mouth will be praise
that you did so well for him
that you’re so beautiful
that you’re all that he could ever ask for
<33333
peppers soft kisses on your face and kisses your knuckles
brings you sth warm to drink and cuddles you all night
i feel like he’s the type to love feeling skin on skin when cuddling
especially after having sex
he just has his boxers on and you just have your panties on
and he loves to hold you close to him and just feel you next to him in such an intimate way :’(((
he can’t keep his hands off you but it’s completely innocent
traces little patterns and shapes on your back
splays his hand over your tummy
rests a hand over your chest bc he likes to feel your heartbeat
and he does it unconsciously too, even during pillow talk
you two can talk for hours about anything and everything deep into the night
it doesn’t even matter what the pillow talk is about all you two want is to hear each other’s voices
imagine hwa’s post-sex husky deep voice akjfldsg
but you two talk and cuddle for so long neither of you even realise when you’ve fallen asleep
in the morning he wakes up before you but he stays cuddling you until you wake up so that he’s the first thing you see <33
there’ll be lots of lazy kisses before he gets up to make you a cute breakfast
Yunho
eye fucks you pt 2
literally the way he just watches you at times
like he’s drinking in the sight of you
before he kisses you he’s going to cup your face and look at you for the longest time
and you can see a thousand undecipherable emotions in his eyes
hesitates a bit before he kisses you but once you’re into it he’s a changed man
idk about you but i feel like his tongue can do wonders
i just think he’s a natural at this he kisses you like he’s been doing it forever and will never get tired of it
makeout turns heated pretty quick and one thing leads to another-
will be vocal during sex too like
he needs to hear you say some stuff before you proceed
he needs to hear your voice to confirm you’re feeling good
he’s pretty much driven on that
he aims to please you.
his hands. need i say more?
he drives you crazy with his hands alone
even when they’re cupping your face or like holding you behind your neck
you love his hands in your hair
you love it when you feel his big hands anywhere on your body for that matter
especially when they’re gripping your thighs
and his long fingers omg
just a brush of them in the inside of your thigh or near your core and you’re done for
makes you a writhing mess before he will even touch you
will also pin you on nearest surfaces
and lets his mouth and thighs do the rest
probably loves when you ride his thigh too as he makes out with you
to the point you almost come on that alone
he just loves when you want to be in control but he restrains you
and you gladly let him
will at times let you dom him
but he just thinks that you’re cute for trying
really, he’s watching all smug, watching you on top of him, waiting until he’s had enough
and then he’s flipped you
he’s pinned you to the bed and he dwarfs you grrr
“now it’s my turn”
if you think cuddling while lovemaking is a soft trait? make it hard for yunho
like he’s just burying his nose in the crook of your neck while he pumps into you
spoons you from behind as he rubs his length against your ass
or kissing your temple or head and moaning against you
and oh goodness his weight on you when he’s on top of you i-
will mumble praise into your ear
“you’re so fucking wet baby” hdsjhjkdfhg
“you feel so good”
and you’ll def praise him in return he loves that
not afraid to experiment with you
and he’s always just so supportive of your wants and needs
he’s also fully capable of driving you insane like he can be a little shit sometimes-
his hand around your throat.
his hand being able to wrap around both of your wrists
loves to pin your wrists above your head
when he’s approaching his orgasm he’ll see what you need
probably loves it when you come together
and he’ll pump all that inside you he won’t stop
will remain inside for a good few moments until he pulls out
and then it's just another round of teasing each other as he takes care of you
“can we shower together now?” but you know it will lead to shower sex
“will you let me spoon you after i clean you up?”
“only if i don’t find your dick hardening against my ass in the middle of the night, yunho”
the teasing is just ramped up honestly
you two flick soap suds at each other
he smacks your ass and it startles you and you slip a little in the shower
he makes sure to catch you but you smack his chest as revenge even though you two are giggling
when you step out of the shower he’ll throw your towel over your head so it covers your face
the man runs out of the bathroom before you can throw the towel back at him
he’s just streaking through the house naked at this point
it takes a while for you two to calm down enough to actually get into bed
but there’s definitely another hour or two of very handsy teasing
mostly from him as you giggle at his antics
and lots of hypothetical discussions about things you guys could try out next time
but also not hypothetically because he would totally be down lol
he’ll be like “okay but what if we restrained your wrists to the shower curtain bar, do you think it’d break?”
and you say you can try next time but if it does break he’s paying not you
you’re just both a laughing mess in each other’s arms as you fall asleep
Yeosang
vanilla guy
he can move his tongue 180 degrees do you all know what use he can make of that?
he’s either super shy super shy~ or he’s gonna be the demon that we all know he is
his kisses range from shy to heated and rushed
like when he’s shy he’s all smiles and cautious touches
but you can literally taste it when he’s desperate
because his body language changes significantly
suddenly he’s the most confident
kinda feel like lingerie really turns him on
like whenever you wear something lacy or revealing
his length is already hardening before he knows it
sometimes he tries to hide it
other times he comes right up to you and growls into your ear that he needs you right now
his favourite place to do it might be in the bed
he just wants to make sure you’re comfortable first and foremost
and i feel like he’s a switch
he has his dom days he has his sub days too
sometimes he just needs you to lead and he loves watching you when you take the lead
he lets you do whatever you want to him
like he’ll watch as you unbutton your shirt and slip off your bra
and when you lean down to take off his pants
he’ll let you kiss him and touch him however you like
but when you start teasing him?
i feel like he has a switch that goes off and bam he’s now in dom mode
and he’s suddenly flipped positions and he’s like “i’ve had enough sweetheart”
and he’s banging into you with no remorse
and you swear his beautiful deep voice does something to you makes you feral is what it does
tucks your hair out of the way as he pumps his length into you
holds your face :( he’s so precious grrrrr
swipes his thumb across your lower lip
daring you to try something like-
he’s a tease he knows what game you’re playing
and if you try to capture his thumb between your teeth he’s gonna be like ‘nuh-uh not so quick’
like he can be the sub and still be in charge how beautiful is that
bonus points if you make him laugh or make him shy during sex
you love to see it when you praise him and he gets all flustered
but boi does he know how to make you lose your shit too
esp when he’s in control and just running his hands all over your body
tracing all your curves as he drinks in the sight and praises you so. much.
as if he isn’t a walking sculpture himself :’)
loves watching your little reaction and catches on real quick
like if you writhe under him when he kisses your sweet spot? he’s gonna be all smug and you bet the night has gotten longer
because he will spend his sweet time there
and when he’s fingering you or eating you out he will do everything to get the best reactions out of you
aftercare is 90 percent him fussing over you
even though you reassure him that you’re okay from under the mountain of blankets he’s piled over you
he literally treats you like a queen
also because he wants to give you everything that you might even potentially need
so he like
brings you a whole platter of warm tea, water, energy drinks, salty snacks, packets of lollies, chocolates, you name it
will also ask if you need painkillers or anything
you better give that man his aftercare too he deserves it
you slip him bits of chocolate or snacks
sometimes after he’s had one of those days where he’s radiated dom energy or he’s teased you a lot
you bring it up with him and wiggle your eyebrows
like “so i’m your good girl, huh”
and he gets so flustered and shy and does his little giggle
but you never tease him too much, because you know that he can start to doubt himself or feel insecure
so you always make sure to tell him how good and perfect he is no matter what he does
he deserves all the love in the world <3
so after you let him fuss over you for a while you sort of just, fling up the side of your blanket and say
“get in here”
and he has such a cute bright smile as he burrows underneath the covers with you
sometimes he spoons you
but more often than not
you spoon him
and he feels so safe and loved whenever you hug him like that :’(
you love to run your fingers through his long locks because his hair feels super soft
but also because you can almost hear the purr that comes out of yeosang when you do it
he’s a precious baby :(
San
a switch nobody can convince us otherwise
he can be a hard dom
manhandles you, like have you seen the way he is with woo??
holds your jaw to make you look at him
or he gets up close and crowds your personal space
passes you the dirtiest looks
will stare at you for the longest time just to see what your reaction will be
loves it when you get flustered and shy
doesn’t care if you’re in public his touches will look casual to others
but you’ve memorised what his hand placement means
like when his hand on your waist slowly lowers to your hip, you know it’s gonna be a long night
teases you during sex, like he’ll lightly drag his fingers around your upper thighs and on your lower stomach but never touching your core
and he’ll ask you what do you want
he wants you to be vocal and beg for him to touch you
and when you do he’ll rip away your clothes and go down on you like he’s starved
he unbuttons your clothes and unclasps your bra with one hand and that alone makes you so wet
fondles your breasts with one hand while he circles your clit with the other
he latches his mouth onto your neck and collarbones and sucks on your nipples
has your back arching from all the different sensations all at once
but he’s also the subbiest sub to exist
like can you imagine him whimpering underneath you
this time he’s the one begging
he begs to touch you
and he begs for you to touch him, kiss him, anything
he doesn’t care if there are people in the next room or if they can hear him
he just needs to be inside of you
man always does it like it’s his first time taking you
like you’re blown by how much he can enjoy this every time it just gives you that confidence boost too
and he’s big on praise as well
loves being loud during sex
makes the unholiest noises-
makes the most intense eye contact and if you dare shy away from him?
“look at me when i’m looking at you”
jksdhgjghjghksgh
^that’s your reaction btw
his kisses become more messy as things escalate and he just
he wishes he could kiss you everywhere all at once
switches positions so many times but mostly because he needs to feel closer to you in every aspect
might have a thing for putting your legs over his shoulders as he pumps into you
will make you scream without a doubt
like his aim is to make you see stars and boi do you get lost
so you also love to return the favour
and he’s not all that hard to please all you have to do is push the right buttons and say the right things
but you prolong the process on purpose
because you too enjoy seeing him break under you
it’s just that he makes you feel so good about yourself
he makes you feel like you’re everything he’s ever wanted and then some
will make you come on his fingers
and then lick them clean-
will make you come on his dick next
and break right after he can’t handle you becoming a mess on him
collapses next to you and laughs in disbelief because how good was that?
takes a few moments to gather himself, all the while caressing your skin
and kissing you- the softest kisses
before he gets up and takes care of you
and he’s so so good at that
he’s cleaning you up, making sure you’re hydrated, helping you into bed and then the cuddlefest starts
lies against the pillows and then shifts you so that you’re basically half-lying on top of him
he loves when you rest your head on his chest, an arm and a leg slung over the top of him too
(half the reason he works out his shoulders and chest is so that you have more pillow surface area hehe)
in these moments he wishes he has three hands
one to hold you against him
one to caress and run through your hair
and one more to hold your hand with :(
he just has to settle for alternating between the three
and all the while he is just constantly. pressing. kisses. against the crown of your head
“i love you”
“i love you too, san”
and not even twenty seconds later
“i love you so much”
“i love you so much too, san”
repeatedly confesses his love to you because it’s true he loves you so much it’s crazy
and when he can hear the sleep starting to cling to your voice, he’ll wish you goodnight
with many more kisses to go along with it <33
he doesn’t let go of you once during the night
Mingi
have you seen his hip rolls-
okay from the start
9/10 times it starts with you cuddling
it’s all good and nice and fluffy and you’re watching something or just scrolling
he just likes to be in physical contact with you in any way
one of you is mindlessly touching the other- very casual at first
casual kiss on your bare shoulder or you kissing his jaw or knuckles
until one of you is in the mood and starts touching the other with purpose
and wait until the other starts squirming visibly
if you’re in his lap? you’re gonna feel it before he can even tell you
and you turn around all smug
but he doesn’t give you time to react because he will kiss you
he’s also prob really big on makeouts
he just loves the feel of his lips on yours as if they’re made for each other
or his tongue inside your mouth and the way you move under him while he kisses you
will have a good proper makeout session before you proceed
his hands will literally travel everywhere
plays with your breasts as he kisses you
also he will kiss every inch of you
and when he goes down on you?
he knows his nose brushing against your clit is your undoing
and he takes advantage of it
the tip of his nose glistening undoes something in you-
will basically make out with your clit
and make you come multiple times on his fingers and tongue before he gives you what you want
those hands squeezing your hips along with that really don’t help-
eats you out like a man starved
but before that
he’s also the type to get his own fair share of oral
and you would love to please him as well
you want that
you love it when he rolls his hips, clutching your hair, whether his cock is in your mouth or inside you
and when you’re having sex even tho he gives dom energy, he likes you on top
he’s just gonna be holding your hips and making you bounce on him
he’s gonna slow it down, make it bouncy ;)
your hands on his chest
he’s gonna watch you with those eyes
and groan a lot it fuels you
it drives him crazy when you snake a hand down to your front to circle your own clit
and when you climax and collapse against his chest, he’ll hold you steady against his chest and grip your ass
will plant his feet against the bed so that he can pump up into you
i feel like he can be pretty filthy in the best way
like he likes it messy
he wants to make you a mess in every sense
he will spill inside you all over you and be proud of it and look at the mess like it’s a work of art
and the air smells of sweat, sex and love <3
will probably prompt another round-
if he lets you have your way first, he’s def going to have his way in the second round
and that could entail a lot of things
but at some point, it’s definitely gonna be him pinning your wrists down on the bed with one hand
while his own thighs holds your open
and he makes you see stars with his fingers alone
and at some point
it’s going to be him pounding relentlessly into you, a hand on your back pinning you down to the bed
and the second round is always so much more intense
you think you’re spent? he knows exactly how to get you riled up again
but he knows when you’re tired and done even when you say you want more
so he just turns very soft all of a sudden and kisses you like a boy having his first kiss
because he’s so in love with you :((
and then he’s gonna tell you what you mean to him
he’s gonna make you look at him as he tells you how beautiful you are and how you mean the whole world to him
sometimes he sees doubt in your eyes but he won’t go away until he clears it
and then you’re both giggling and he’s looking around wondering what to do
“the towels first, please,” you giggle again and he hops off the bed, laughing to himself
probably drags you in the shower with him too and teases you a lot there
so much that sometimes you have another round there-
always so fun with him innit
but he makes sure you’re fed, hydrated, clean and content before he joins you in bed and the cuddlefest starts
human pillow i said what i said
and he’ll caress your hair or skin as he tells you about something that happened at work or you rant about something that annoyed you today
and he jokes and teases you and you slap his chest and he’s suddenly a laughing mess and you’re joining
and then at some point, you both fall asleep in each other’s arms <3
Wooyoung
omega vibes.
a bratty sub
and wooyoung literally ousts himself as having a degrading kink
not his heart fluttering when hongjoong bossed him around
he likes to tease you and frustrate you all day
a quick smirk here
a sneaky touch there
feel like wooyoung would also make you wear vibrating panties or put a remote-controlled vibrator in you
will turn the vibration up at the worst times
like when you’re talking to someone or when it’s super quiet
he’ll give you the cheekiest grin from across the room
especially when a noise accidentally slips out of you
he loves watching you awkwardly fumble and pretend you didn’t just moan
sometimes in the bedroom when he’s pressing the vibrator against your clit, he’ll pull away at the last second just before you reach your orgasm
and he’ll be like oops sorry :))
until the sexual tension makes you snap
he lets you flip him over or pin him against the wall as you kiss his lips swollen and mark his neck until it’s bruised
and you can feel how smug he is
he loves when you show him his place
and when you mark him with hickeys
you’ll push him onto the bed
and sometimes you tie his wrists together
he’s such a brat you can’t help but try and tame him even when you know it’s hopeless
so you just give up midway and he’s all smug and laughing and you’re like okay have your way then
it’s just very fun with him never a boring moment
and feels like a game of who has more control (you’ve got equal points)(you’re both in negative)
you bet he keeps a record of that
also he gets turned on at the strangest of times
you’re cleaning and he saw you bend down to get that dust? he’s turned on
you almost tripped and made the cutest face afterwards and he teases you but you glare at him? he’s turned on
but the same goes for you
all he has to do is roll his sleeves and display his delicious veiny arms while he cooks
and you’re a whining mess
he knows it
we all love wooyoung in the kitchen
speaking of the kitchen-
no one would eat the food he makes if they knew how many times he’s fucked you on the countertop lol
but he fucks you on every surface he can so-
he loves going down on you mostly because of the noises you make when he’s eating you out
and he knows exactly what move of his tongue or lips against your core earns what noise
he knows you have a thing for his nose digging into your clit too
so he’s gonna make the most of it ;)
will let your thighs squeeze him as he makes out with your clit
but when he pushes them apart? the veins on his arms pop and you can’t help but run your fingers all over them
his arms are just such a work of art
and then he’s trailing kisses up your body and kissing you as if he’s short on breath
also has a thing for fisting your hair when you go down on him
and oh goodness does he make the most pretty sounds you’ve ever heard
basically the two of you live to rile the other up no matter what way it is <3
when he’s finally inside you, he’s either taking full control or just letting you do whatever you want there’s no in-between
mostly it’s the latter because he loves to see you ride him
but just because you’re on top of him doesn’t mean you’ve got full control. he makes sure you know that
because he is going to pound into you from under you and make you see stars <3
aftercare is something ingrained in him
it’s like he gets all his energy back just to take care of you :((
he’s fussing over you, not letting you move before he cleans you up and makes you drink or eat something
he has to give the green light for you and at this point, you let him
because who wouldn’t enjoy a fussy woo??
and then he’s like “let’s shower together ;) “ and you’re like
“ah. is that what all of this was for?”
not complaining though
but the best part about showering together isn’t another round- that’s rare
you simply love it when you’re washing each other up
he loves when you shampoo his hair and massage his scalp
and he rubs the knots out of your neck or arms or thighs
wherever you might be feeling sore from your escapades lol
there’s still a couple of teasing remarks and wandering hands here and there
but he makes sure you’re all warm and dry before he tucks you into bed or wraps you in a huge fluffy blanket on the couch
he’ll insist that you do nothing while he cooks up a small meal for you two because if you two hadn’t become distracted during the process of making dinner, then you two are hungry from the energy you’ve expended LOL
and when he’s made sure you’re absolutely full he’ll cuddle you until you both succumb to food coma
Jongho
we all know he’s not physically affectionate
but boi does it look like he’s been doing this all his life
big on foreplay
gets you all hot and bothered first with the way his fingers run over your arms or your thighs
gentle squeezes in between or like something muttered in your ear
until you can’t take it anymore and you make the first move
slow kisses are his things like he loves the intimacy when you’re just making out like you have all the time in the world
and he’s shy at first def, will laugh and joke between kisses just so he can get super comfortable
before he turns into a monster
peppers kisses all over your face :(
has a knack for making you feel like you’re the most precious thing in this world
to him you are <3
has a thing for necks
will kiss your neck and your sweet spot until it turns red
probably nibble on it too he’d love to see you marked by him
will trail kisses all the way down
will play with your breasts for the longest time as well
just teasing you and making a mess out of you
before he lets his fingers touch you down there and find you already soaked
and god does it give him an ego boost
anddd that’s where things get interesting
watches your every move when he touches you down there
and has a shit-eating grin on his face throughout
(which you love you’re not even gonna complain)
he’s gonna make you come multiple times on his fingers that’s a given
he loves to watch you move under him and will probably have a hand on your stomach to brace you and refrain your movements
which drives you so fucking crazy
you’re going to beg for him before he ever lets his cock near you
and when he’s ready for that, he’ll make it so agonisingly slow
will 100 percent grip your thighs as he spreads them apart and just let you feel him against you
before he enters you
he takes a moment to relish in the feeling of your tight walls against him- he can never get enough of that
will pump slowly into you first before it becomes rushed and then-
uses his strength to manhandle you into the position that he wants
he’ll hook his arms under your knees and pound you against the wall pls i need holy water stat
in your bedroom, in your living room, in the shower
omg when he gets all sweaty
and his muscles are glistening as they ripple with his movements lol
dom.
growls in your ears
smacks your ass 100 percent.
it drives him crazy to feel you trembling against him
or the way your nails dig into his shoulders and drag down his back as he fucks you
he thrives on the sounds you make to the point you’d almost think he’s getting off on that alone
if you come before him, he won’t stop pounding into you until he does
and boi does he still have some stamina left
but you have all the time in the world so he’ll take it slow again
build it up
make you want him again before he touches you
and it just keeps getting more heated, more interesting as the night gets darker
will make sure you’re not overwhelmed though, he really doesn’t want you to feel weird at any point of it all
he wants what you want, to the point you sometimes have to beg him to tell him what he wants
because he’s always focused on pleasuring you and you want to return the favour too
so on the rare occasions that he does let you take the reins, you make it a night he won’t forget ;)
by the time you’re done you’re so tired but this man still has some stamina
so he takes you to the shower with him and washes you up :( <3
dries your hair for you too :(
you’re so sleepy by now but he’ll carry you to bed :(
and then you cuddle and make jokes until you fall asleep feeling the most content ever
and even though jongho is starting to feel tired too, he fights to stay awake just so that he can cherish the feeling of you in his arms for just a little longer
presses soft little kisses on your forehead and down the tip of your nose and over your cheeks and along your jaw
he’s so soft please
when he really can’t hold off sleep any longer he’ll tuck you closer under his chin before he drifts off too with a smile on his face
has the audacity to giggle at you with his gummy smile when he sees you hobbling the next day because you’re kinda sore
but he’ll be at your beck and call for anything you need the rest of the day <3
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1. First Floor
˚̣̣̣ ꒷︶†︶꒷˚̣̣̣︶ ͡𑁬 you are here ໒ ͡ ︶˚̣̣̣꒷︶†︶꒷ ˚̣̣̣˚̣̣̣ ꒷︶†︶꒷˚̣̣̣︶ ͡𑁬♱໒ ͡ ︶˚̣̣̣꒷︶†︶꒷ ˚̣̣̣
His beauty is a rare kind, one that shines from within and overflows.
Captivating and romantic, he enchants you with ease. His eyes are round and pure, his smile making your heart tighten and soften all at once. His touch soothes and burns in the same breath.
Bonded together, neither of you will ever know another the way you know each other. Loyal to an extreme.
Park Seonghwa is like a swan.
His love knows no bounds. He is the perfect fantasy of elegance and grace, beautiful in a way that feels almost unreal.
Though he is social, he is protective. All is well until someone—or something—invades what he has claimed as his.
Then his graceful image shifts, becoming something darker. Something watchful. Something ready to defend what belongs to him.
Those who reach for what is his quickly learn that elegance has teeth. There is a reason fairytales paint swans as symbols of love rather than innocence. Love, after all, has always had the capacity to become dangerous.
And perhaps that is what makes him so irresistible—because to be loved by Park Seonghwa is to be treasured beyond reason, and guarded with the same devotion others might mistake for ruin.
Kim Hongjoong is possessive and greedy.
Once he claims you as his, there is no escape—not that you would ever want that.
He gives you his everything and demands the same in return. You give it gladly.
You belong to him completely. You have handed over your entire being, your very soul, and in exchange, he has woven himself into every corner of your existence. From the moment you wake to the second you fall asleep, your thoughts should be filled with nothing but him. Greedy by nature, he expects that even in sleep, your dreams revolve around him.
Kim Hongjoong is like a dragon—something magnificent and terrifying all at once. Great and powerful, his presence lures you in, captivating you until you find yourself trapped within his dungeon without ever realizing when it happened.
And you cannot imagine a better place to be.
He hides you deep within his sanctuary, calling it protection. Shielding you from the dangers of the outside world, keeping you tucked away among the treasures he values most.
You.
Safe. Cherished. Possessed.
Trapped and obliviously happy until the dragon leaves.
Left alone in the quiet, you cannot help but wonder what he does when he is away. What parts of himself exist beyond the walls built around you. You gave him your everything without hesitation.
But has he truly done the same?
For dragons are infamous for guarding what belongs to them.
Yet even the most devoted dragon still leaves its hoard behind.
Jeong Yunho is warm and kind
He loves loudly and without hesitation.
His laughter spills into every corner of a room, bright and infectious until you find yourself smiling simply because he is. He reaches for your hand without thinking, pulls you into his side without question, and offers affection as naturally as breathing.
Being loved by him feels easy.
Safe.
Like coming home after a long day to find the porch light still on.
Jeong Yunho is like a golden retriever.
Loyal to his core, his devotion is unwavering. Once he chooses you, it is with his whole heart. He remembers the little things—the way you take your coffee, the stories you’ve told him a hundred times, the habits you didn’t realize anyone noticed.
He celebrates your victories as if they were his own and carries your sadness as though it were something he could lighten simply by sharing the weight.
He is patient, Gentle, and Steady.
But golden retrievers were never meant to be only soft.
The same hands that hold you with tenderness can just as easily pull you behind him when danger appears. The same easy smile can disappear in an instant when someone threatens the people he loves.
Yunho forgives often, but not endlessly.
He can endure a great deal directed at himself, brushing off unkind words with a grin and a shrug. But hurt you?
That is another story entirely.
Because the sweetest dogs still know how to bare their teeth.
And perhaps that is what makes Jeong Yunho so easy to love.
Kang Yeosang is breathtakingly captivating
There is something almost unfair about the way he exists.
Beautiful without trying. Elegant without effort. He turns heads with a single glance, drawing attention as naturally as breathing, though whether he notices it or simply pretends not to is impossible to tell.
He is polite. Soft-spoken. Reserved. People mistake silence for passivity. They mistake gentleness for weakness.
Kang Yeosang is like a peacock.
Admired from afar, adorned in colors impossible to ignore, he carries himself with quiet confidence. He knows exactly who he is, even if he chooses not to announce it to the world. He does not need to beg for attention.
It finds him regardless.
To be loved by him is to discover the contrast hidden beneath the beauty. The dry humor tucked behind an unreadable expression. The stubbornness concealed beneath obedience. The sharp wit hidden behind soft smiles.
He loves with patience, With consistency, With the certainty of someone who has already decided that you are worth keeping.
But peacocks are not delicate creatures.
Beneath their beauty lies pride.
Yeosang knows his worth, and he will not chase those who fail to recognize it. He will not plead to be chosen. If his devotion is met with carelessness, he can turn cold enough to make you question whether the warmth had ever existed at all.
And perhaps that is what makes him so captivating.
Because to be loved by Kang Yeosang is not to be dazzled by pretty feathers or enchanted by an untouchable beauty.
It is to be chosen Again and again.
Choi San is a flirt and a player.
He whispers sweet words into your ear, weaving promises of love so sweet they’re almost sickening.
The worst part is that his actions match his words. His love and devotion extend far beyond speech, making it nearly impossible to ignore. His hands are always there to hold you, to support you in whatever way you need. He is attentive, quick to reassure, never leaving room for doubt.
Choi San, as pretty as a crow, is much like one too—intelligent, curious, resourceful, and fiercely protective.
He keeps your attention fixed solely on him. Not that it takes much effort. How could it, when he makes you feel like the center of his universe?
San loves shiny things. Bright things.
He claims you’re the brightest of them all.
Yet no matter how brilliantly you shine, there will always be other lights.
Other people.
Others who catch his attention the same way you once did.
And sometimes, when his gaze lingers a little too long on someone new, you can’t help but wonder if one day you’ll become just another trinket tucked away in his collection—something once treasured, now forgotten in favor of the next thing that sparkles.
Song Mingi is impossible to ignore.
He takes up space without meaning to.
Too loud when he laughs. Too big when he sprawls across the couch. Too affectionate to keep his hands to himself for long. He crashes into your life with all the grace of a storm and somehow convinces you to love the chaos he leaves in his wake.
He is playful Restless and A little clumsy. Yet beneath the teasing smiles and dramatic complaints lies a heart so earnest it almost aches.
Song Mingi is like a Great Dane.
Towering and intimidating at first glance, people often mistake his size for severity. They assume there must be sharp edges hidden beneath his presence.
Instead, they find softness.
He leans into your touch with his full weight, seeking comfort without shame. He follows you from room to room because being near you is enough. He makes himself at home in your space until you can no longer remember what life felt like before he occupied it.
Mingi loves openly Without calculation or Without restraint.
He says what he means and means what he says, offering pieces of himself so freely that it becomes frightening to realize how much trust he has placed in your hands.
For all their gentleness, they are fiercely devoted to the people they call their own.
The playful grin fades when someone crosses a line. The easygoing affection hardens into unwavering resolve. He will make you laugh until your stomach hurts. He will hold you as if he can shield you from every terrible thing the world has to offer.
He will hand you his enormous heart and trust that you won’t break it.
And if someone dares to threaten what he loves, they will quickly learn that even the gentlest giants know how to stand their ground.
You spend so long admiring how sweet they are that you forget just how powerful they can become when given something worth protecting.
And to Song Mingi, that something has always been you.
Jung Wooyoung is trouble wrapped in a pretty smile.
He knows exactly what he’s doing.
The lingering touches. The teasing remarks whispered just close enough to make your cheeks warm. The mischievous glint in his eyes when he catches you staring. He thrives on reactions, collecting flustered expressions and breathless laughter as if they were trophies of his own making.
He is charming, Playful and Entirely too perceptive for his own good.
Jung Wooyoung is like a fox.
Beautiful and clever, he slips effortlessly beneath your defenses. He reads people with alarming accuracy, noticing insecurities hidden beneath practiced smiles and emotions left unspoken.
And somehow, he always knows exactly what to say. To everyone else, he is chaos incarnate. A flirt. A menace. A creature impossible to pin down.
But love reveals another side of him.
Wooyoung’s affection is possessive in ways people rarely expect. He craves attention with an almost childlike honesty, seeking reassurance through lingering embraces, playful complaints, and constant reminders that he should remain at the center of your world.
He wants to be wanted and Needed
He may laugh while trading playful insults with the people around him, but the moment someone threatens the person he loves, the jokes disappear.
The teasing smile sharpens.
His sharp tongue becomes sharper.
Because the fox that once entertained the crowd has decided there is something far more important worth defending.
Perhaps that is what makes Jung Wooyoung so addictive.
To be loved by him is to be adored loudly and shamelessly, teased until you’re blushing, and treasured with an intensity hidden beneath all the laughter.
He will make a game of stealing your attention only to pout when he doesn’t have all of it.
He will demand affection while pretending he doesn’t need it nearly as much as he does.
He will know every version of you—the beautiful parts, the ugly parts, the pieces you try to keep hidden—and love you with a devotion fierce enough to make your pulse race.
once Jung Wooyoung decides that you are his favorite thing in this world, he has no intention of letting anyone take you away.
Choi Jongho is strong and sincere.
He is not the type to shower you with grand declarations or reckless promises. His love is quieter than that. It exists in the little things—the way he notices when you’re tired, the way he walks on the side closest to the road, the way his hand lingers at the small of your back as if making sure you’re still there.
He is dependable, Patient and Unwavering.
At first glance, he can seem difficult to read. Reserved in his affection, composed even when others aren’t, carrying a strength that feels immovable. Yet those lucky enough to stand close enough discover a softness few are ever allowed to see.
Choi Jongho is like a bear.
There are no games hidden beneath his words, no uncertainty lingering in his actions. Once Jongho has decided that you matter, there is no questioning it. He commits with his entire heart, planting his feet firmly beside you and daring the world to move him.
He becomes your shelter, Your steady hand. The quiet reassurance that no matter how harsh the storm becomes, you will not weather it alone.
To be loved by him is to be cherished with quiet consistency and protected with unwavering devotion. He will not make empty promises simply to soothe your fears.
He will carry what he can, stand where others retreat, and love you in a thousand ordinary ways until you realize that the grandest form of devotion was never loud to begin with.
But very few who can offer that kind of love but none can compare to him
