⤠Ult skz & ateez stan! Matz & Changbin biased <3 My main wreckers are Yeosang, Lino and Seungmin!!! Realistically though... all of them are my wreckers </3 i love them all too much</3
Yunho, a 28-year-old kind, respected priest admired by the villagers. Beneath his gentle devotion, however, Yunho carries a private obsession with angels: their pale wings, tragic eyes, and impossible beauty. A year after Father Hanâs death, Yunhoâs life remains outwardly peaceful, until night he hears movement downstairs and discovers an angel perched upon his altar.
Ao3
2 of 6 chapters published ~ 18k words as of 2nd chapter.
Warnings: Violence, religious imagery, ethel cain, angst with some comfort at the end? It is written in the tags on AO3 but ill say it again.. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT.
SYNOPSIS cont to this fic I did. Your DJ situationship is hot, and tension grows but unfortunately he's not making any moves and you're getting hot and bothered.
WARNINGS rough unprotected sex, breeding, he calls her a slut, fingering, oral (m receiving). Dan povenmire I'm sorry for obliterating dr doof. Club settings. Haven't written smut in a while I'm sorry if it's bad... Fem bodied reader, reader dresses up as something INSPIRED by flora from winx club. ft. No braincell squad chaewon sakura yunjin. Big dick! Joong (HUNGjoong) He calls her slut, good girl, fairy, and jagiya which is cringe but hear ye hear ye listen to this and in joongs rap part he's moaning whining and saying jagiya and I was like fuck yeah do it in my ears and this was born
GENRE smut, fluff, crack. mdni
PAIRING hongjoong x fem reader (situationship)
WORD COUNT 12k
A/N finally finished my essay I promised this would happen no? Consider this my comeback. Idk looking at this and the smut I used to write I think my writing style changed... I hope you all will still accept me for the changes I make, I just don't feel like I can write the same way I did anymore and I'm sorry. Inspired by no1 that I saw with my own two eyeballs, idk ateez come back please I beg you. special thanks to my childhood best friend / beta reader
You and Hongjoong have been going out for a while now. Not dating yet, by the way. Just an awkward line between situationship and friends that you two tiptoe over time and time again.
Which is great. Truly. Fantastic, even.
Except for one minor detail.
For two people who met in a nightclub at two in the morning after buying slurpees from a sleep-deprived 7/11 clerk, your relationship is⌠suspiciously wholesome.
Like, yes, you make out.
A lot..
There have been multiple makeout sessions pressed against the wall of his studio while heâs supposed to be âworking.â There have been car makeout sessions after fancy dinners where the food portions were approximately the size of a mouseâs lunch but the bill looked like it could feed a small village. There have been moments where he pulls you into his lap while heâs mixing something and kisses you like he forgot oxygen exists, but thatâs it. Sure you did get frisky on the back of his car once but nothing else.
Which is starting to feel weird.
Because for a man you met in a club, Kim Hongjoong is alarmingly well behaved.
Suspiciously and dangerously well behaved. You're starting to think that you're the insane hormonal one in the relationship which, spoiler alert, you kind of are.
At first you thought maybe he just wanted to take things slow. Which, okay, fine. Respectable. Mature. Very romantic, even. But now itâs been a while and the situation has started to make you wonder if maybe, just maybeâheâs not actually that into you, at least not sexually.
Which would be tragic, because you are extremely into him.
Your relationship otherwise is⌠weirdly domestic.
Sometimes you show up at his studio during the day when heâs been working for ten hours straight and clearly forgot that human beings need things like food, water, and showers. Youâll poke your head into the room and heâll look up like a raccoon caught in the trash at 3am.
âHave you eaten today?â youâll ask.
ââŚdefine eat.â
You will then force-feed him takeout while he pretends to protest and pulls you into his lap anyway.
During the good weeks he takes you out to these stupidly expensive restaurants where the plating looks like modern art and the waiter describes the dish like itâs a spiritual experience. Afterwards heâll shove you against the door of his car and kiss you like the world is ending.
And then⌠nothing.
No escalation.
No chaos.
No scandal.
You finally bring this problem to the council.
The council being your friend group. Which, unfortunately, is Chaewon, Yunjin, and Sakura. You're seated in a circle, snacks in the form of peeled fruit and sodas are all over the floor to which Sakura will complain about cleaning later but no one cares for this time being. As per usual, the communal brain cell is clearly on vacation.
âHeâs just being respectful,â Sakura says reasonably.
Yunjin slams her drink down like she just solved world hunger.
âYou need to make him jealous.â
You stare at her. ââŚthat sounds like a terrible idea.â
âItâs hot,â she insists.
âThatâs not evidence.â
âYou make him jealous and then heâll realize what heâs missing.â
You squint. ââŚwonât that make him angry and disgusted with me?â
Chaewon waves a dismissive hand. âNot if youâre wearing something slutty.â
You pause.
Your eyes slowly widen.
âOh my god,â you whisper.
Chaewon leans back in her chair, looking extremely pleased with herself âI know.â
âOh boyâ Sakura sighs, but she's not stopping you from doing anything. Deep down, she knows that this is the best shot you got instead of waiting for the man to make the first move.
Rewinding through your memory like a tape, you were reminded of one thing. Hongjoong seems to have a thing for you in skirts or dresses. You didnât realize it at first, but after several months of dating youâve started noticing⌠patterns.
For example, the time he took you to that stupidly expensive fine dining place where the portions looked like they were designed to feed a particularly polite hamster. The waiter kept describing every dish like it was the eighth wonder of the world while placing microscopic dots of sauce on a plate the size of a steering wheel.
But honestly none of that mattered because you were wearing heels with those thin straps that wrap around your ankles and a silk dress that was backless enough to make you slightly nervous every time you moved.
Hongjoong had been⌠weird that entire evening.
Quiet.
He doesn't talk that much generally, but you could tell that his mind is probably taking a quiet retreat to Thailand. Not distracted exactly, but the kind of focused where youâd look up and catch him staring before he quickly looked away like he got caught committing a crime.
At one point he actually bit his lip. Which, in hindsight, should have been your first warning. Because he didnât even stay for the palate cleanser.
The moment the waiter started describing something citrusy and philosophical, Hongjoong abruptly stood up, grabbed your hand, and said something about getting some air.
You made it to the car. Barely.
And that was the closest he had ever come to completely losing his mind.
He didn't even say a word before crashing his lips into yours, whispering something about how you're such a tease and that red looks good on you, pulling your underwear down and gently toying with you.
One thing about hongjoong is he's a musical genius, which means he's good with instruments. Guitar, piano, heck he's even a DJ.
And good with his hands he wasâ the way he played with you like you were his favourite instrument, the push and pull. The way his lips were stuck to your neck while he curled two fingers deep inside, you rolled your eyes back due to how deliciously he was touching you. He was starving for you, his words not yours and drinking your gasps and sighs like you were his violin that's letting out the most beautiful notes known to mankind.
He was patient too, from the way he had pulled your underwear down and kept eye contact you were already soaking wet. And yet unlike some men who immediately rushed it in and plunging two fingers in, he started by tracing your labia with his fingers, whistling at how soaked you are for him and toying with your clitoris before easing his way in gently.
You donât talk about that night anymore.
Mostly because it ended with his phone ringing halfway through the moment and Hongjoong staring at the screen like it had personally offended his entire bloodline before answering a work call.
Youâre still a little bitter about that. Which is why when he casually mentions that the club is hosting a huge cartoon-themed night, your interest is immediately piqued.
âItâs gonna be a big event,â he explains while scrolling through something on his laptop. âLots of themed drinks. Theyâre putting the good baristas on shift and everything.â
âThatâs how you know itâs serious,â you nod gravely.
âI can get you and your friends in,â he adds.
âOh weâre absolutely going.â
He looks mildly pleased with himself before adding, âIâm dressing up too.â
You narrow your eyes.âAs what.â
âAn evil scientist.â
ââŚDr. Doofenshmirtz?â
Hongjoong pouts instantly.
âThatâs not hot."
âHe was my role model growing up,â he argues.
âThat explains a lot actually.â
He ignores that. âWhat are you dressing up as?â
You shrug, leaning back on the couch. âI donât know yet. Something from Cartoon Network maybe.â
âCool,â he says easily, already going back to his screen.
You donât think much of it.
That is, until three nights before the event when Yunjin suddenly smacks the back of your head like sheâs trying to reboot your brain.
âYou idiot.â
âOw??â
âThis is your chance.â
ââŚfor what.â
She stares at you like youâve personally disappointed her.
âTo seduce your boyfriend. or situationship. or whatever the fuck you tow are. â
Your eyes widened. âOh.â
Chaewon immediately leans forward, invested. Sakura is busy peeling another orange but you could tell she's interested.
Yujin continues, voice filled with the confidence of someone whose ideas are historically terrible. âDress up as a barely clothed Winx girl.â
You blink.
âI swear to god,â she adds, âyouâre getting laid that night.â
You sit there for a moment.Processing.
The communal brain cell is still very much missing.
Your mouth slowly opens.
ââŚgenius.â
So the night finally arrives, and in hindsight the entire Winx plan immediately reveals itself to be slightly flawed the moment you step out of the car and the night air hits you like a personal attack. Because you are, for all practical purposes, wearing almost nothing. The four of you had been very enthusiastic about the Winx idea earlier in the week. Extremely enthusiastic. Suspiciously enthusiastic. Now that the moment has actually arrived, however, it becomes clear that everyone interpreted the assignment differently.
Chaewon, dressed as Stella, somehow looks both warm and glamorous. Yunjin as Aisha looks like she stepped out of a music video with the way her blue sequin sash is glittering in the lights. Sakura as Musa has somehow turned the whole thing into streetwear chic yet still looking cute and unbothered by the cold in a miniskirt.
You, as Flora, are shivering like a decorative houseplant in winter. Your outfit, in theory, is extremely cute. In practice however, it is criminal.
The top is made of delicate pink fabric that crosses over your chest in soft shapes, the material glittering slightly whenever light hits it, little petal-like layers stitched together so it looks like blooming flowers wrapped around your torso. A tiny green flower sits at the center like the heart of, and thin straps crisscross around your neck and shoulders to hold the entire thing together. The fabric is.. quite sheer and has little gems sewn into it, not to mention the sequins that Yunjin hot glued on last minute while avoiding burning you with it.
Which would be fine. If the rest of the outfit did not appear to be missing.
The skirt, if it can even be called thatâ cause at this point it's more of a sarongâ is a layered wrap of pink chiffon and lace that drapes around one hip. One side falls longer than the other, cascading down your thigh in soft ruffles while the other side is⌠extremely short. A delicate chain belt with small beads of pearl rests low against your waist, glittering every time you move. Behind you, translucent fairy wings shimmer faintly gold under the streetlights, soft and glowing like petals catching sunlight.
And then there are the heels. Strappy pink heels with thin green ribbons wrapping all the way around your ankles and calves like vines climbing a tree.
Beautiful.
Magical.
Slightly itchy.
Absolutely fucking useless for warmth.
âWhy,â you hissed through chattering teeth as the four of you approached the club entrance, âam I the only one suffering.â
âBeauty is pain,â Chaewon says immediately.
âYou said that when you convinced me to wear this.â
âAnd I stand by it.â
Once inside the club the warmth hits you immediately, along with the bass thatâs already thumping through the floor. The place is packedâcompletely packedâpeople in cartoon costumes everywhere, bright wigs, ridiculous props, someone dressed as SpongeBob aggressively dancing near the bar.
Your friends are immediately having the time of their lives.
You, however, are focused on a single, very specific problem. You glance toward the DJ booth and freeze.
Because there, elevated above the crowd like some kind of chaotic supervillain overseeing his domain, is Kim Hongjoong.
You knew he was dressing as an evil scientist, but apparently he took that concept very seriously. Heâs wearing a long dark coat that flares slightly when he moves, layered over black clothes that make him look far more dangerous than any cartoon villain probably should. His hair is slicked back just enough to look intentional without losing that slightly messy edge he always has after performing, and perched on the bridge of his nose are a pair of glasses that you are almost certain are completely decorative. They are doing an extremely unfair amount of work. Because under the shifting club lights he looksâ Annoyingly, ridiculously, hot. You are suddenly reminded of an exchange that you both had the day before when you're hanging at his place after ensuring he's actually eating three times a day.
âSo what are you wearing?â Hongjoong asks eventually, glancing up from his laptop where heâs been pretending to work but has very obviously been side-eyeing you for the last ten minutes like a suspicious cat.
Youâre stretched across his couch with absolutely no intention of helping him concentrate, scrolling lazily on your phone.
âSomething from cartoons,â you say vaguely.
âThat is the least useful answer Iâve ever received in my life.â
âItâs a perfectly good answer.â
He leans back in his chair slowly, squinting at you like heâs trying to read your thoughts through sheer determination. âOkay but is it cool.â
âYes.â
âIs it stupid.â
âAlso yes.â
âIs it embarrassing.â
You tilt your head. âFor someone.â
âFor who,â he asks suspiciously.
âThat depends entirely on how you behave.â
Hongjoong groans and drops his head back against the chair like the weight of the world has finally crushed him.
âJust tell me.â
âNo.â
âWhy not."
âBecause,â you say sweetly, finally looking up from your phone, âitâs a surprise.â
He immediately sits upright again. âI donât like surprises.â
âThat is a lie. You love surprises.â
âI love good surprises,â he corrects, pointing a finger at you like this is a courtroom and you are currently under oath. âThis will be a good one.â
He stares at you for a long moment, eyes narrowing further as if heâs trying to solve a particularly irritating riddle.
ââŚis it hot?â he asks carefully.
You shrug in the most unhelpful way possible.
âMaybe.â
He exhales sharply through his nose.
âYouâre doing this on purpose.â
âDoing what.â
âThis,â he gestures vaguely in your direction. âWhatever psychological warfare this is.â
You grin. âWell,â you say, stretching slightly against the couch cushions, âguess youâll just have to wait and see, mad scientist.â
He pouts, like actually pouts. Cheeks huffed and all, which is deeply unfair for a grown man who DJs in front of hundreds of people for a living. âI hate waitingâ he whines.
âGood.â
You look back down at your phone like the conversation is over.
âThen youâll really like the surprise.â
A cheer from the crowd erupts and you're taken back to the present moment. You stare for a moment longer than you should. The original mission was to make him jealous, unfortunately the sight of him standing there looking like that is starting to derail your focus slightly.
The horny is winning. Cold begone. Now pure thot remains.
âProblem,â you mutter.
âWhat?â Yunjin asks.
âThe DJ booth is higher now.â
Your friends follow your gaze.
âAh.â
Yes.
The problem is immediately clear.
From down here, in the middle of the packed dance floor, Hongjoong would have to actively be looking for you to spot you.
Which means step one of the plan, getting his attentionâhas hit a minor logistical obstacle.
Chaewon thinks for a moment.
âWell,â she says slowly, âhow did we make him notice you last time?â
You stare at her âYou bitches hoisted me into the air.â
Chaewon brightens immediately. âLetâs do that again.â
âNO."
Several nearby partygoers glance over as you panic-whisper. âAbsolutely not,â you continue. âIf I want to get laid tonight I cannot have broken bones.â
âBoo,â Chaewon says. âYouâre no fun.â
You sigh and pull out your phone instead.
If brute force doesnât work, technology might.
You type quickly.
Miss me, evil scientist?
You hit send.
Now, logically speaking, this plan has a small flaw. Which is that Kim Hongjoong is currently DJing in front of a full club and therefore cannot exactly check his phone. But your friends are nothing if not committed to chaos.
âPlan B,â Yunjin says.
Several phone flashlights suddenly turn on.
Before you can protest, your friends are pointing their lights at you like youâre the star attraction at a very questionable concert while you attempt what can generously be described as a sexy dance.
You place a hand on your waist, shifting your hips slightly while the sequins and beadwork of your dress catch the light, the layered pink fabric fluttering against your thigh and the delicate chain at your waist glinting with every movement. The effect is immediate.
Up on the booth, Hongjoong glances toward the sudden brightness.
His eyes scan the crowd. And thenâ He sees you. Even from a distance you can see the moment recognition hits, he freezes for half a second. Just long enough that he almost misses a transition.
You grin to yourself, itâs working.
The two of you hold eye contact for a moment longer than necessary while you slowly drag your hands down the sides of your dress, fingers brushing over the glittering fabric and floral details as you bite your lip slightly.
From up above, Hongjoong watches.
Completely still, unreadable. unamused. Which is funny.
Because he almost misses another transition.
And suddenly youâre not cold anymore.
The music is louder, and your body feels warm now with something thatâs definitely not just the club heat. Because if the look Hongjoong just gave you means what you think it meansâ
Tonight might get interesting.
Up in the booth, Hongjoong has been scanning the crowd for the last twenty minutes. Not obviously. Never obviously. A good DJ learns early that if you look distracted people notice, and if people notice, the energy on the floor shifts. So he keeps his hands moving, fingers sliding over the mixer, adjusting the EQ on the incoming track while the current one pulses through the speakers. The low end is hitting clean tonight, the bassline sitting perfectly in the room while he rides the filter knob and slowly opens the next build.
The crowd responds exactly how he expects. It always does. Heâs been doing this long enough that reading a dance floor feels almost automatic nowâwatching how people move, when they start jumping, when they start drifting toward the bar, when theyâre ready for a drop. Right now the room is hot, bodies packed tight together under flashing lights while the synth line climbs and climbs and climbs.
Hongjoong glances down at the mixer again, cueing the next track through his headphones while his other hand taps the tempo lightly against the edge of the console.
Still no sign of you. Which is⌠suspicious.
Because if there is one thing he has learned about you over the past few months, itâs that you never just arrive somewhere quietly.
You arrive like a problem.
Something loud enough to catch his attention, or ridiculous enough to make him laugh, or chaotic enough that he has to look down just to confirm that yes, you really are doing whatever insane thing your brain decided was a good idea that night. Just like the first time.
The memory flashes through his head brieflyâthe crowd parting slightly, someone being hoisted into the air like a confused crowd surfer, you laughing while trying not to fall over while the entire room lost its mind.
He almost smiles thinking about it. The track hits the build.
Hongjoong slides the crossfader, blending the incoming track perfectly while cutting the low frequencies on the outgoing one so the kick drum lands clean when the drop hits. The lights flash, the crowd screams, and the bass slams back into the room like a wave.
And thatâs when he sees it.
Not you at first.
The light.
A small flash of glitter near the front of the crowd. His eyes move automatically. And there you are.
Even in a packed club full of hundreds of people in bright costumes and flashing lights, somehow you stand out immediately.
Maybe itâs the wings. Maybe itâs the sequins catching the strobes every time you move.
Maybe itâs just that he knows exactly what heâs looking for. Either way, his gaze locks on you.
For half a second he nearly misses the next transition.
Hongjoong bites his lip slightly, adjusting the filter before anyone in the crowd can notice the hesitation. His eyes drift downward again despite himself. Youâre dancing near the front now, one hand resting on your waist while the other trails slowly over the glittering fabric of your dress, the sequins reflecting the lights like tiny sparks every time you move.
He exhales slowly through his nose.
Right.
So thatâs the surprise.
The next track loads into his deck but for a moment his focus isnât entirely on the mixed. Itâs on you.
Because no matter how chaotic the lights get or how packed the floor becomes, Hongjoong has discovered something very inconvenient about himself. He can always find you in a crowd.
And by god is he hard right now.
Hongjoongâs set ends to a roar from the crowd, the bass fading just enough for him to step back from the decks and give a small bow, one hand raised in a casual wave before he disappears behind the booth and into the backstage area like some sort of smug villain exiting the stage after causing emotional damage to the entire dance floor.
Unfortunately, the night doesnât end there.
This is one of those big event nights with multiple DJs rotating through, so another one takes over almost immediately, the music surging back to full volume as if nothing happened.
Your friends immediately turn toward you. âWell,â Chaewon says, Yunjin grins, Sakura just sighs like she already knows where this is going.
âHere you go, Romeo,â Chaewon adds, shoving your shoulder lightly, you pretend to be calm.
You are not calm. You pull out your phone.
like my cute lil surprise outfit, mad scientist?
You hit send.The message shows as delivered.
And thenâ
Read.
And nothing else.You stare at your phone.
ââŚrude.â
Five minutes pass. Which is five extremely long minutes of your friends staring at you like youâre a live reality show while you try to pretend youâre not checking your phone every ten seconds.
Then suddenly a guy appears beside you.
âExcuse me?â
You turn, heâs clearly one of the club staff.
âThe DJ has personally requested you come with me,â he says, polite but very clearly not here to answer questions. âOne of the VIP rooms.â
Your friends instantly lose their minds. âOh my god,â Yunjin whispers loudly. Chaewon grabs both of your shoulders. âGood luck taking that dick.â
âCHAââ
Sakura pats your arm like a tired parent. âPlease survive.â
You take a deep breath. âWish me luck, girls.â
They wave you off like soldiers sending someone to war. The staff member leads you away from the dance floor, past the bar, down a quieter hallway where the music becomes a muffled thump behind thick walls. A few doors line the corridor before he stops at one and opens it for you.
âHere.â
You step inside, the door closes behind you with a soft click.
And there he is. Kim Hongjoong.
Still in the mad scientist outfit, he's sitting on one of the velvet couches. The VIP room is quite spaceyâ it's got the purple LED lights that Hongjoong also has in his home studio. There's a mini bar in the end and a small DJ booth, and you could tell that it's one of the more pricey booths. Glancing around, you could see that the CCTV in the room has been promptly covered with a cloth.
He came prepared.
For a moment neither of you say anything.
You break first.
âSo,â you say, spreading your arms slightly, âwhat do we think of the outfit?â
Hongjoong just looks at you, unamused.
You blink. ââŚdude what the hell.â
His gaze slowly moves from your wings to the glittering top, the dangerously short skirt, the ribbons wrapped around your legs.Then back to your face.
âYouâre not cold?â
You pause. ââŚsomewhat.â
âDo you want a coat?â
Your eye twitches slightly, because that is absolutely not the reaction you expected.
âIâm good,â you say quickly. âThough. Thanks.â
He hums quietly. You shift your weight, wings rustling slightly behind you. âAnyway,â you continue, trying to recover the upper hand here, âyou did great tonight.â
Another small hum, and you squint at him.
ââŚmustâve been pretty good if it got you dancing like that.â
Your brain stalls. ââŚlike what.â
He tilts his head slightly.
âLike a slut.â
You blink. âWoah.â
He finally gets up from the couch and steps closer. Not slowly, either.
One second heâs sitting on the couch in the VIP room, looking at you with that unreadable expression he had earlier on the DJ booth, and the next heâs pushing himself upright and walking over until the two of you are standing almost chest to chest.
Up close he looks even more ridiculous in the best way possible. The coat hangs open now, the decorative glasses slightly crooked on his nose, and his dark hair has fallen forward from whatever styling he attempted earlier so a few strands are hanging messily over his eyes. You suddenly realize youâre eye level, and your brain blanks.
ââŚso,â you say.
Smooth.
Incredibly smooth.
Hongjoong glances down at you, gaze drifting briefly over the wings, the glittering top, the tiny skirt, the vine-like straps wrapping around your legs.
âI like your costume,â he says eventually. âWhat are you supposed to be, some sort of fairy?â
You blink.
âErmâakshuallyââ The rambling starts immediately, random bullshit activation, go!
âIâm supposed to be Flora from Winx Club, sheâs got flower powers and nature magic and stuff, itâs from this cartoon I watched when I was little andââ You gesture vaguely to the outfit as you talk, showing off the little details like that somehow helps the explanation.
âThis is supposed to be like petals and the skirt isââ
He kisses you.
Just shuts you up mid-sentence. Which is rude if it wasn't so fucking hot. One hand slides around your waist and pulls you closer while the other comes up to cup your jaw, and suddenly the entire room tilts sideways as your brain short circuits.
When you finally pull apart both of you are breathing a little heavier than before. Thereâs a split second where youâre both just staring at each other.
Hongjoongâs glasses are slightly crooked now.
ââŚwow,â you say faintly.
He exhales a quiet laugh, running a hand through his hair so it falls even messier.
âYou came dressed like that,â he says, voice lower now, âand you expected me to behave?â
You blink innocently. ââŚyes?â
He studies you for a second longer before shaking his head slightly like youâve personally ruined his evening.
âI was trying to take things slow with you,â he mutters, you tilt your head.
âAnd yet here we are."
His mouth twitches.
âYou couldnât just behave, could you.â
You gesture vaguely to the outfit. âI committed to the plan.â
âThe plan,â he repeats.
âSeduction.â
Hongjoong laughs, actually laughs. Itâs the slightly unhinged kind of laugh he sometimes does when heâs really amused, the one that makes him look exactly like the evil scientist costume heâs currently wearing. âYouâre unbelievable,â he says.
Then he reaches past you and clicks the lock on the door, your heart does something extremely unhelpful in your chest. He pulls his phone out and types something quickly,and you glance over out of curiousity.
VIP ROOM A. booked. Donât open the door.
A moment later a reply pops up. Probably from another DJ or staff.
mingi: đ đ đđ
You squint.âIs that Mingi.â Hongjoong immediately types back to him
hongjoong: shut up
He tosses the phone onto the table and looks back at you. ââŚanyway,â you say, attempting to regain composure. You gesture to your outfit again. âSo.â
He raises an eyebrow.
âSo.â
âStill think itâs a good costume?â
Hongjoong looks you up and down slowly.
ââŚunfortunately,â he says, and then he steps closer again as if trying to merge the atoms that built the two of you together
âI want to tear it off of you.â
Before you could fully process, or complain, because you nearly burnt yourself with the sequins that were hot glued in courtesy of Miss Yunjin herself and you're not gonna let a cute outfit go to wasteâ he pulls you on top of him as he sits on the velvet couch. His lips are back on yours, molding against your mouth like a fish gasping for air, but in a hot way. His hands are tangled in your hair, as he pushes the back of your neck closer, tilting his face so that he could fully feel the way your tongue moves against his.
Hongjoong let out a satisfied hum, before pulling away and taking a good look at his precious. You.
He spent months wanting to savour you. Not wanting you to think that he's just using you as an easy fuck because by god he likes you so much. You take care of him when he forgets how to function like a normal human and take care of him during nights when he feels like the world is going to collapse on him. Heck, the way you caught his attention the first time, it feels like in a crowd of strangers, youâre the one disaster he somehow always spots first. But unfortunately you just had to test his patience and make him want to dick you down into the nearest surface.
You're looking down at him with puffy lips and blown out eyes, and he could feel himself getting more fiery as seconds pass by. His hands launch forward to grab your chest and palm them, and you yelp in surprise.
That's a new sound, he thinks.
âPanties off, fairyâ he commands, patting your ass. You lean forward, placing your hand on your shoulders as he lifts your skirt up to pull down your underwear that's covered by whatever sad excuse of a skirt you have. You whine, biting your lips as Hongjoong discards your panties around the room and pushes you back down on to him.
Lifting your short skirt up, Hongjoongâs eyes are locked onto your bare cunt as his hand absent-mindedly reach downwards to spread your nether lips apart. âJoong..â you'd whine as he uses his fingers to circle your clitoris âwhat?â He grins âoh no, you poor fairy. Got caught by an evil scientist didn't you?â He chuckled, voice low as he increased the velocity of his thumb âyou're getting wetâ he states as if you couldn't feel it yourself, you're dripping down to the fabric of his pants, and it's embarrassing.
Hongjoong could see the way your face scrunches, maybe it's the cold. Maybe it's the embarrassment. Maybe it's what you've always wanted.
âYou like this, fairy?â He coos as his fingers wander around your nether regions, never pushing in but collecting slick around âyou do want it right? That's why you've been giving me those fuck me eyes from the dance floorâ you nod, eyes shut because you can't seem to face him. He lets it slide. For now.
The soft thumping of the bass outside could still be felt from inside the VIP room, though it's hard to tell if it's from the bass or your own heart. Hongjoong has slipped a finger inside of you now, curling deliciously inside as you whine into his ears, the most beautiful melody he's ever heard in his entire life. He twists his fingers, trying to plunge deeper âJoong!â You whine out, gripping his shoulder as you grind on his fingers, the way he could find that spot deep within you with ease is interesting.
âYou're so cute, fairyâ he chuckled. âWetting my fingers, are they that good? Hm?â He prompts you to answer and you nod, eyebrows clenched. He's digging deep inside of your pussy, as if calling you to come close âso goodâ so good joongieââ
âMmh, swallowing my fingers so good aren't you?â He places a kiss on your forehead.
The way Hongjoong fingers you is a bitâŚspecial. He plays you like an instrument, his fingers would start out tentativelyâ like he's learning the instrument. Fingers thrusting in and out of your slowly, thumbing your clit as if he's figuring out what exactly makes you twitch. His movements are gentle yet slightly quick, playing a gentle rhythm using your cunt.
Then, once the pace settles and you're loosening up, he keeps a steady tempo as the rhythm settles. His fingers curl more, yet he keeps the same tempo. At this point, you're whining his name, gripping his coat as you threw your head back and grinding on his knuckles like a slut. But he doesn't budge, his eyes are fixed on you, but he's paying more attention to what you like.
Afterwards, he noticed that your thighs started to twitch more and your eyes haze out more like you've been asleep. Mouth agape, almost drooling. That's when he knows to change the tempo. He gently moves his wrist in a circle as his knuckles curl faster, this earns a small âah!â From you, trying to keep your balance on top of his lap. The pace enters a crescendo, slick noises of shlckâshlckâshlck fills the room. Intensity rises as you whine his name like the most beautiful choir he's ever heard, and the rhythm tightens, he gathers momentum as he plunges his fingers faster inside of you.
And then, you cum all over his fingers with a small shriek. Your eyes are crossed, body shaking as he looks at you satisfied. âHow cuteâ he coos âare you also planning on dirtying my pants too orâŚ?â
Unfortunately for Him, you're somewhat gone due to the orgasm he gave you and he frowns. He squished your face using one hand to get you to focus on him. âSlutâ he spat at you âjust two fingers and you're already going insane.â He huffs and sets you down to the couch as he stands in front, fumbling with his belt.
You've teased hongjoong before. Mostly due to his height, which he tolerates with a pout. But god damn it doesn't do justice to how thick he actually is.
You may be dazed, but as he pushes his pants down and slaps his thick, raging hot cock against your face, you realise one thing.
You're somewhat cooked.
Sensing that sanity is now back in your mind, Hongjoong laughs again. âWhat?â he asks âfinally gaining back your braincells? Too bad.â He pushes the red tip against your tongue as every teasing tone in his voice drops and he looks dead serious âopen up, fairy.â
Cupping your jaw, he doesn't let you set the pace. Of course he doesn't.
His hand is loose in your hair, almost gentle, almost â until it isn't. Until he's guiding you exactly how he wants, slow and deliberate, like he's conducting something.
There's that musician's brain again.
"Look at me."
You do. Bad idea. The way he's looking down at you, jaw tight, that careful composure starting to show its cracks. it does something to you that you'd rather not examine right now. His breath catches. Just barely. Just once.
And somehow that, that one small slip â feels like winning. You had plans. Dignity, maybe. A sense of self.
Hongjoong apparently had other plans.
His grip in your hair tightens as he sets the pace himself, slow at first, deliberately slow, like he's making a point and you can't do anything except take it. Your hands grip his thighs just to have something to hold onto.
"Relax." He says it like it's easy. Like he's not the one making it impossible.
Your eyes are watering. Your thoughts are dissolving one by one like sugar in warm water and he can tell, he can see it happening in real time and the small satisfied exhale he lets out tells you he considers this a personal achievement.He tilts your chin up. Forces eye contact. "Still with me, fairy?â
You're not. You're approximately nowhere. You're static.He seems delighted by this. You're not thinking anymore.
Couldn't tell you your own name if asked.
His cock is heavy on your tongue and he's moving, not waiting for you, not asking, just threading his fingers through your hair and using you like you're something he owns and the worst part is you want to let him.
Your jaw aches. You don't care.
"Good girl." It comes out rougher than he means it to. You can tell because he doesn't follow it up with anything clever, no teasing, no power play, just his hand tightening in your hair and his hips losing that careful controlled rhythm for exactly three seconds before he reins it back in. There. There's the crack.
Tears are pricking your eyes and your thoughts are justâ gone. White noise. Just the weight of him, the sounds, his breathing getting less steady above you.
"Don't you dare tap out on me." He rasps.
You weren't planning to. You look obscene on the velvet couch of the VIP room
Skirt still hiked up, bare and dripping onto the velvet like you belong there, like you were made to sit pretty and take what he gives you. He'll think about the couch later. Maybe.
He gathers your hair in his fist, not rough, just firm, just so you know. And your eyes flutter up to him and god you're already gone and he's barely started. He rolls his hips forward slowly. Watching.
Your hands find his thighs, gripping. Good. You'll need that.
The wet heat of your mouth around his cock pulls a breath from somewhere low in his chest and his brows knit together before he can school his expression, annoying, the way you do that without even trying. Spit is running down your chin and you can't do anything about it, both hands death-gripping his thighs as he sets the pace himself.
He sets a rhythm, unhurried. One hand firm in your hair, guiding you exactly how he wants. Taking his time.
Below him you're making a mess of his couch and you don't even have the awareness to be embarrassed about it anymore. Dripping and drooling and completely gone for him.
Good. His jaw tightens. The rhythm stutters. barely, just once, and he exhales slowly through his nose like that'll help.
It doesn't help.
"Keep your eyes open." He manages. Voice mostly even. Mostly.
Hongjoong doesn't mean to lose it, that's what he'll tell himself later. But you're looking up at him with those eyes, wings crooked, mascara bleeding at the corners and lips stretched around him and something in his brain just short circuits completely.
His grip in your hair tightens. Both hands now, gathering everything into his fists. The careful pace he'd set gets thrown out entirely.
Hongjoong's hips snap forward and the muffled sound you make goes straight to his spine. His teeth catch his bottom lip hard. He pulls back and does it again, less gentle this time, and your hands fly to his thighs gripping desperately and he likes that. Likes knowing you need something to hold onto.
"Relax your throat." His voice comes out rough, barely recognizable. He doesn't wait to see if you listen. Hongjoong sets a pace that has his jaw tight and his breath coming out in short sharp exhales through his nose.
Your mascara is running properly now, tears are pricking at the corners of your eyes and you're making sounds he's never heard from you before, muffled and desperate and completely wrecked. He looks down at you.
Big mistake. His hips stutter, rhythm faltering for exactly two seconds before he grips your hair tighter and finds it again, faster this time.
"Look at me." Hongjoong grits out. "Keep your eyes open and look at me."
Below him you're an absolute mess. Dripping on the couch, drooling around him, completely gone and still taking everything he gives you and something about that makes his chest feel tight in a way that has nothing to do with control anymore.
His thighs are shaking. He doesn't acknowledge it. "Good girl." It scrapes out of him low and involuntary. He doesn't slow down as he chases his orgasm.
Your eyes are hazy, brain 404 as you try to ground yourself back into planet earth. Failing miserably
Hongjoong still doesn't slow down and looks like he has no intentions to do so, your whines are muffled and broken around him, little sounds that vibrate through him every time he pushes deep, and he can feel your throat working around the head of his cock and his eyes roll back slightly before he catches himself.
Your hands are death gripping his thighs, nails biting in. He doesn't mind.
Hongjoong's pace is relentless now, chasing something, hips snapping forward while your muffled gagging sounds fill the VIP room and mix with the distant thump of bass outside. Tears are streaking your makeup properly. You're a mess and you're taking it and every broken little whimper you let out around him makes his grip in your hair tighten further.
He feels you gag again and something in him snaps completely loose. His rhythm stutters, he knows he's close. He pulls out from the warm Haven that is your mouth as a string of spit connects your tongue to his cock as he releases all over your face. His sperm lands across your cheeks as you look up at him, breathless.
Hongjoong pulls back sharply, chest heaving, and looks down at you. The sight of you wrecked and breathless and this is what finishes him.
You're still coughing when he crouches down to your level. Hongjoong tilts your chin up with two fingers, studying your face with an expression that is somehow both concerned and completely feral. Your mascara is destroyed. Your wings are hanging on by one strap, you decided to discard it anyway. it has served its purpose as a prop.
"Still want it?" His voice is low. You nod before you even finish processing the question.
Something shifts in his expression almost immediately.
"You're insane." He says it like a compliment.
He pulls you up by your wrist, not rough but not gentle either, and your back meets the wall of the VIP room before your brain catches up with what's happening. Hongjoong presses in close, one hand flat against the wall beside your head, and looks at you for a moment like he's memorizing something.
Then his hand finds your waist. Slides down. Pushes your skirt up without ceremony.
"Hongjoongâ"
"Quiet."
He aligns himself and pauses there, just for a second, forehead almost dropping to yours.
"Tell me if you need to stop." Low and serious. Eyes on yours.
You shake your head.
Hongjoong exhales slowly.
And pushes in.
Your mouth falls open, a broken sound escaping before you can catch it, and his jaw tightens like he's physically restraining himself from just taking you there.
"Breathe." He murmurs against your temple. "Breathe first.â
Hongjoong doesn't ease into it. One hand grips your hip hard enough to bruise and he moves and your head falls back against the wall because god he is, you knew, you'd seen, but knowing and feeling are two completely different things and right now your brain is short circuiting trying to process both simultaneously. Hongjoong pushes in immediately, the gentleman that toys with you like a fragile instrument is gone.
He sets a pace that is immediately, unapologetically rough.
Your mouth falls open on a broken sound. His face is buried against the side of your head, breath coming hot and uneven against your ear, and you can feel every sharp exhale, every moment his composure slips further. Then,
"Fuck, jagiyaâ"
You freeze. Or you try to.
Your body can't actually freeze because Hongjoong is not stopping, hips snapping into you relentless and deep, but your brain freezes. Stumbles. Replays it.
Jagiya.
In several months of seeing this man, he has called you exactly one thing and it was fairy and that started today. Unless fool and dummy counted, he doesn't do nicknames. He doesn't do soft words mid anything. He's never..
"âjagiya, god you feelâ"
There it is again.
Your eyes are genuinely wet and it has nothing to do with what happened ten minutes ago. You don't get long to think about it. Your relationship involves weird twists between friends and romance that you're scared of delving into
Because Hongjoong chooses that exact moment to shift his angle and push deeper and every single thought you just had evaporates instantly, a sharp cry tearing out of you before you can muffle it.
"There?" He rasps against your ear. Almost gentle. Completely devastating. You can't answer.
He does it again anyway.
Hongjoong's patience, what little remained of it, is completely gone.
His hand shoves your top up without ceremony and your breath catches sharply, his palm immediately finding your chest, rough and possessive like he's claiming something that was always his.
"Look at you." He growls it low against your ear, hips not slowing for even a second. "Came here dressed like this."
His thrust punches a broken sound out of you.
"Knew exactly what you were doing didn't you." It's not a question. His grip tightens, kneading rough, and your nails drag down his forearms just to have something to hold onto. "Walking around in that tiny little skirt all night."
"Hongjoongâ"
"For me." Another sharp thrust. Deeper. "All dressed up like a little slut for me."
Your head drops back against the wall.
"You wanted this." His lips drag against your jaw, your ear, his breath completely wrecked now. "Teasing me from the dancefloor, giving me those eyes â jagiyaâ"
The nickname slips out again and you make a sound that has nothing to do with the rough pace he's keeping and everything to do with that one word in his ruined voice against your ear.
Hongjoong laughs breathlessly. Low and a little mean.
"That's what does it for you?" He squeezes your chest hard and snaps his hips forward and swallows the cry that tears out of you. "My good little fairy."
You're shaking. He doesn't stop.
"Wore that dress knowing I couldn't do anything about it." His voice drops even lower. "Made me watch you all night. You're filthy."
"Joongâ" your voice cracks completely.
"I know." He murmurs it almost soft against your temple, hips relentless, rhythm punishing and deep. "I know.â
You can't think.
Genuinely, completely cannot form a single coherent thought because Hongjoong is big and he is not being careful about it and every thrust forward has him reaching somewhere deep inside you that makes your vision blur at the edges. It's so full. That's the only word your dissolving brain can produce. Full. Stretched and deep and so unbearably good that your mouth won't close properly, just hanging open while broken sounds spill out of you that you'll be embarrassed about later. Much later, if you survive.His pace is relentless. Sharp, hard thrusts that shove you up the wall slightly with each one, the hand on your hip keeping you exactly where he wants you, and every time he pulls back and drives forward he catches that spot inside you that makes your toes curl in your strappy heels and your nails bite harder into his forearms.
"Joongâ" it comes out wrecked. Barely recognizable as your own voice.
He does it again. Deliberately. Angle adjusted just enough that he hits it dead on and your knee buckles completely. His arm catches you.
He doesn't slow down.
You can feel everything. The rough drag of him pulling back, the overwhelming stretch when he pushes deep, the way your body keeps trying to pull him closer even as your brain is three counties away dissolving into static. Every thrust forward rocks through you like a wave and you can feel it building low in your stomach, tightening, coiling embarrassingly fast. "You're squeezing me." Hongjoong says it against your ear, strained and low. "Jagiya." You didn't even realize.
You can't help it. He feels too good. Hongjoong hooks your leg up without warning.
Then the other one.
Your back hits the wall harder as he takes your weight entirely, both legs wrapped around his waist, and the new angle makes you cry out sharp and broken because god, deeper, somehow even deeper than before and he's not slowing down he's speeding up.
"Wrap around me." He grits it out against your jaw. "Don't let go."
You couldn't even if you tried.
Your arms lock around his neck, legs crossed at his back, and Hongjoong drives into you hard and fast and relentless, the slick sounds of it obscene in the small VIP room, bass thumping distantly outside like the rest of the world still exists somewhere. It doesn't feel like it does.
His fingers find your chest, pinching hard, and you keen against his shoulder loud enough that he should probably be concerned about the noise. He is not concerned.
"Slutty little fairy." He twists and you sob into his neck. "Wearing that tiny skirt." Another brutal thrust. "This is what you wanted isn't it."
"Yesâ"
"Yeah?" His pace somehow gets faster, hips snapping up into you sharp and deep and punishing, hitting that spot over and over and over with a kind of focused ruthlessness that tells you he found it and has absolutely no intention of leaving it alone. "Wanted me to ruin you in a VIP room like aâ"
"Hongjoongâ"
"Like a slut," he finishes roughly against your ear, and pinches again, and thrusts, and your whole body arches off the wall.
You're shaking so hard.
Everything is tight and coiling and building and his cock is hitting that spot every single time now, relentless, and his breath is ragged against your neck and his grip is bruising and you are completely and utterly gone.
"Joong I'mâ"
"I know." Strained. Rough. Close. "I knowââ
Hongjoong looks absolutely unhinged.
Which, given that he showed up tonight dressed as an evil scientist, is saying something.
The long dark coat is still on somehow, hanging open and disheveled, but everything else has gone to complete chaos. His hair that had been slicked back so deliberately when he was up in that booth is destroyed now, falling across his forehead damp with sweat, sticking to his temples. His glasses, those stupidly decorative glasses, are askew on his nose and he hasn't noticed and you can't tell him because you cannot currently form words.
His dress shirt is half untucked. His pants are somewhere on the floor of a VIP room that costs more per hour than your monthly grocery budget.
He looks wrecked.
And he's staring at you like you're the one who did this to him.
His jaw is tight, brows knitted hard together, a fine sheen of sweat on his forehead catching the low amber light of the room. Every time he drives forward his expression cracks slightly, that careful composure he'd worn all night behind the booth completely demolished, lips parted around exhales that keep catching, keep breaking into something rougher.
He looks like a man who has completely lost an argument with himself.
You feel every single inch of it.
The stretch of him is overwhelming, that full aching feeling that makes your eyes cross every time he pulls back and snaps forward, hips meeting yours with a sharp slap of skin that sounds obscenely loud in the small room. The bass outside is still thumping through the walls, muffled and distant, and somehow it syncs with his rhythm and that is the most Hongjoong thing that has ever happened to you.
The sounds in the room are devastating.
The wet slick sounds every time he drives deep. The sharp crack of his hips meeting yours. Your own broken whines that you have completely given up trying to muffle. His ragged breathing against your neck, occasionally catching on something low and involuntary that he swallows before it becomes anything identifiable.
Occasionally he doesn't swallow it in time.
You are so exposed.
Skirt shoved up around your waist, top pushed aside, back against the wall with both legs wrapped around him and absolutely nowhere to hide and you don't want to. That's the part that's short circuiting your brain. You want him to see all of it. You want him to look at the mess he's made of you and know he did it.
From the expression on his face, he already knows.
Hongjoong drops his head to your neck and his mouth finds skin and bites. Not gentle. The kind of bite that blooms immediately, that you'll find tomorrow in the mirror and remember exactly this moment. His lips drag lower and do it again, and again, marking a trail down your neck while his hips keep that ruthless snapping pace that keeps finding that spot inside you with a precision that should be illegal.
It feels like he's everywhere.
"Joongâ" your voice cracks apart in the middle of his name.
His response is to thrust deeper.
Your gummy walls grip him every time he tries to pull back, like your body has made a unilateral decision that it is not done with him, pulling him back in, and every time it makes his breath catch audibly against your neck, jaw scraping your skin.
"Stop doing that." He grits it out like you have any control over it whatsoever.
You really don't.
"Joong I can'tâ"
"You can." His hips snap up hard and you sob. "You will."
Another hickey blooms at your collarbone. His sweat damp hair tickles your cheek. His glasses finally give up entirely and he pulls back just long enough to yank them off and drop them somewhere without looking, eyes finding yours immediately after, and the expression on his face when he looks at you â
Dark and blown and completely gone and soft somehow underneath all of it â
Makes your chest hurt in a way that has nothing to do with anything physical.
"Jagiya." Rough and wrecked and involuntary.
Everything tightens at once. It hits you all at once.
No warning, no buildup, just everything snapping tight and then releasing in a wave that makes you squeal against his shoulder, high and broken and embarrassing, walls clenching around him so hard that Hongjoong's rhythm stutters completely.
His head drops forward.
"Fuckâ"
He thrusts through it, chasing, hips snapping deep and erratic while you shake apart around him, whining continuously into his neck because it's too much and not enough and he won't stop and you don't want him to. Your walls flutter around him helplessly, oversensitive and greedy, pulling him deeper.
Hongjoong makes a sound low in his throat that he definitely didn't mean to make.
Then he buries himself deep and grunts.
The feeling of it makes your eyes roll back. Warm and overwhelming and so deep inside you that you feel it in your stomach, and you whimper continuously, thighs trembling around him.
He keeps moving.
Slower now but still there, still pushing through it, wringing every last sensation out of both of you while you whine helplessly at how good it feels, oversensitive walls gripping him with every small thrust.
"Joongâ it'sâ I can'tâ"
"You're fine." Breathless. Wrecked.
He rolls his hips once more and you both feel it slip, and you make the most pathetic sound you've ever produced in your entire life.
Hongjoong finally stills.
His forehead drops to yours, chest heaving, sweat damp hair falling across both your faces. For a moment there's just breathing. Just the distant bass outside and the two of you coming back down from wherever you went.
Then.
He pulls back and looks at you.
And laughs.
Not mean. Not cruel. Just genuinely, breathlessly amused, lips pulling into that crooked smile while his eyes drag over the complete disaster he's made of you. Ruined makeup. Hickeys blooming at your neck and collarbone. Skirt around your waist.
"Look at you." He says it like he's delighted.
"Shut up." You manage weakly.
He laughs again, lower this time, and grabs your wrist. The small bar in the corner of the VIP room is maybe six steps away. You make it there on unsteady legs before Hongjoong solves the problem of your balance entirely by pressing your front against the counter and pinning you there with his body weight.
His hand finds your ass and smacks.
You yelp "Hongjoongâ"
"You know," he says conversationally, like he didn't just do that, hand smoothing over where he smacked like an apology that isn't one, "I had a whole plan for tonight." Another smack. You bite your lip hard. "Responsible. Professional. Keep my hands to myself."
His lips find the back of your neck.
"And then you walked in." Smack. "Dressed like that."
"That was the point" you gasp out.
"I know that was the point." His voice drops low against your ear, body pressing you harder into the counter. "You're a menace. You know that? Walked into my club in that tiny little skirt knowing exactly what it would do to me."
His hand smooths down your spine. "And now look at you." His lips curve against your ear, voice dropping to something that makes your knees weak all over again. "Bent over a bar counter in a VIP room. Letting me do whatever I want."
He leans in close. "Still want to tease me, fairy?â
"Please." It comes out embarrassingly small.
Hongjoong goes still behind you.
"Please what." He says it slowly. Like he wants to hear you say it.
You drop your head against the counter.
"Please."
"Use your words, fairy." His hand strokes down your hip lazily, like he has all night. Like you're not currently losing your mind bent over a bar counter. "What do you want."
"Hongjoong.."
"Mm."
"I wantâ" you swallow. "I want you toâ"
He palms your ass and waits.
"Please." Your voice cracks. "I need it."
A beat of silence.
Then Hongjoong laughs softly against the back of your neck, low and delighted.
"God you're a slut."
He says it like a compliment. Like you're the best thing that's ever happened to him.
His hand finds your hip and then he's pushing back in and the sound you both make is completely obscene because he's there, warm and slick and immediate, and Hongjoong exhales sharp through his nose like he forgot how good it was in the thirty seconds since.
He didn't forget.
He just wanted to hear you ask.
He rolls his hips once experimentally and you grip the edge of the counter hard.
Then he finds his pace again.
It doesn't take long.
Within seconds he's back to that ruthless snapping rhythm, hips meeting yours with a sharp crack that echoes in the small room and you cry out against the counter, cheek pressed to the cool surface while Hongjoong drives deep and deeper and the warmth of earlier makes everything so slick and easy that he's hitting that spot almost immediately and your knees are already threatening to give out.
"There she is." Low and rough against your back.
He doesn't slow down.
Not even a little.
Your tongue is out.
You don't know when that happened. You don't care. Dignity left the building approximately two orgasms ago and you are well past the point of reclaiming it.
"Ahâ" the sound punches out of you with every thrust, helpless and rhythmic, "ahâ ahâ Joongâ"
He doesn't answer.
Can't.
Hongjoong is gripping your hips with both hands and pounding into you with the kind of focus that has completely abandoned any pretense of control or composure or anything resembling the collected man who stood behind that DJ booth tonight looking annoyingly put together. That man is gone. Entirely gone.
This Hongjoong is a mess.
His breath comes in ragged punched out whimpers that he can't swallow fast enough, low and involuntary and desperate, "âfuckâ godâ" spilling out of him between his teeth while his hips snap forward relentless and deep.
"So tight" he grits it out, hips stuttering forward harder. "God you're soâ" another whimper catches in his throat. "Tightâ"
No instruments. No rhythm. No careful deliberate pace.
Just Hongjoong losing his mind inside you.
His chest drops against your back, cheek pressing to your shoulder blade, and he whimpers, actually whimpers, high and helpless and completely wrecked as your walls flutter around him and he drives deeper like he's trying to chase something he can't catch.
"Jagiya.." it scrapes out broken.
"Ahâ ahâ Joongâ Joongâ"
The counter is cool against your cheek. His skin is burning everywhere else. The sounds of it are obscene and relentless and he is not letting up even slightly, chasing his own undoing with the same ruthless dedication he gives everything else.
His whimpers are going to ruin you more than anything else tonight.
"Goodâ" he gasps against your back. "So goodâ why are you soâ"
He doesn't finish that sentence.
His hips stutter forward hard three times and he groans low and broken into your shoulder and you feel him shaking against your back.
"Hongjoongâ"
"I know" wrecked and desperate and completely gone. "I know I know I knowââ
His pace slows. Not gentle. Still deep, still there, but slower now. Deliberate. Like he's trying to say something with his hips that he hasn't figured out how to say with words yet.
His chest is still pressed against your back. His breathing is wrecked and battered.
"No one else." He says it low against your shoulder. Almost quiet. Almost like he didn't mean to say it out loud.
"Joongâ"
"No one." His hips roll forward deep and slow and you whimper. "You hear me? No one else gets this." His hand slides from your hip to your stomach, pressing flat there, warm and possessive. "No one."
Your heart is doing something complicated.
"Only me." Another slow thrust. His forehead drops to the back of your neck. "Only me touching you like this."
"Only youâ" it comes out breathless.
"And I'mâ" his voice cracks slightly. He covers it with another roll of his hips. "I'm only yours. Yeah? Only yours."
You can feel him everywhere. His hand is still pressed warm against your stomach and something about that, about the weight of it, makes your eyes sting in a way that has absolutely nothing to do with anything physical.
"Joongâ"
"I'm gonnaâ" he exhales rough. Hips finding that slow deep rhythm again. "Jagiya I want toâ no barriers. Nothing between us. Want you to feel all of me."
"Hongjoongâ"
"My cum." His voice drops low and rough against your ear. "Deep inside you. Mine. You're mine and I want you to feel it for days."
Your grip on the counter tightens.
"Want to fill you up." His hips snap forward harder and you cry out. "Mark you from the inside. Make sure you remember who you belong to every time youâ"
He gathers your hair in his fist and pulls. Your head tips back.
"Answer me." His voice is fraying at every edge. Close. So close. "You're mine yeah? Tell me you're mine."
"Yoursâ" it tears out of you immediately. "Joong I'm yoursâ"
"Yeah?" Hips snapping ruthless and deep. "Yeah?"
"Yesâ yesâ Hongjoongâ"
He pulls your hair harder.
"Tell me you want it."
"I want it" you're barely coherent. "Please please I want yourâ"
"Say it."
"I love your cum" it spills out wrecked and desperate and completely meant. "Please Joong, inside. I want it inside. only youâ only ever youâ"
Hongjoong makes a sound against your neck that is completely undone.
"Only me." He drives deep and stays there. Hand pressed flat against your stomach. Like he can feel himself from the outside. Like he wants to.
"Only you." You whisper it.
He shudders against your back.
And lets go.
Hongjoong laughs low against your neck.
Not kind. Not mean. Somewhere in between.
"You know," his hand smooths down your spine slowly, "I had a whole plan." His hips roll forward once and you gasp. "Take it slow. Be good. Be responsible."
His hand comes down on your ass.
You yelp.
"And then you walked in." Smack. Harder this time. "Dressed like that."
"Joong"
"Acting all innocent." His hips snap forward and you cry out. "With your little wings and your little skirt and yourâ" smack "âlittle smile."
His hand grips where he smacked, squeezing hard. "You did this." Low and rough and close to your ear. "You made me like this. Walking into my club dressed like a little slut." Another brutal thrust. "My club. My stage. Like you knew."
"I didâ" it spills out honest and wrecked.
He groans. "I know you did." His forehead drops to your back. Hips snapping ruthless and deep. "Knew exactly what you were doing to me."
Smack. "Ahâ"
"Wanted to take it slow." His voice is fraying completely. "Wanted to. Wanted to be good to you and take my time andâ" another snap of his hips that punches the air from your lungs "âand then youâ"
He can't finish. Just drives forward harder.
"Look what you made me do." It comes out wrecked and wondering and completely undone. His hand pressing flat against your stomach again, feeling himself deep inside. "Look what you made me."
His pace becomes something with no name.
Ruthless and desperate and chasing, hips snapping forward over and over and over, smacking your ass between thrusts until you're sobbing against the counter completely incoherent, tongue out, legs held up by pure willpower and his arm around your waist.
He buries himself one final time. Deeper than before.
And falls apart completely against your back, groaning broken and long into your skin, shuddering through every wave of it while you feel the warmth of him fill you completely and then some, slipping down your thighs, dripping to the expensive VIP room floor.
He doesn't move. Just breathes. Just holds you there against the counter with his hand flat on your stomach and his face buried in your neck. "Mine." He whispers it into your skin. Barely audible. Almost not said at all. Almost.
"Yours." You whisper back, the bass outside keeps thumping. Neither of you move, and you feel like the abyss is about to swallow you.
And you allow it to.
Consciousness comes back slowly. In pieces.
Warmth first. Then the faint smell of cologne and leather. Then the low hum of an engine and the quiet murmur of music from a speaker somewhere and the soft slide of city lights passing across your vision.
You blink. Blink again.
You're in a car.
You're in Hongjoong's car, specifically, curled in the passenger seat with his long dark coat draped over you like a blanket, the collar still faintly warm. You're cleaned up. Somehow. You don't remember that part. You stare at the ceiling of the car for a moment while your brain slowly reassembles itself like a powerpoint loading on bad wifi.
Club. Costume. DJ booth. VIP room.
Oh.
You turn your head slowly, Hongjoong is driving. He's put himself back together too, hair still slightly damp at the temples but no longer destroyed, glasses gone, coat gone because it's currently on you. He's got one hand on the wheel and the other resting on the console, eyes on the road, jaw relaxed.
He looks normal.
Annoyingly, suspiciously, completely normal.
Like nothing happened. Except then he glances over and catches you looking and something warm and slightly uncertain crosses his face immediately.
"Oh." His voice is soft. "Hello."
You stare at him.
"You're up." He clears his throat lightly, eyes going back to the road. "Good. That'sâ good."
A beat of silence, it's awkward and you hate it. The buzz of the machine and the city outside is what fills the silence for now. "I hope I wasn't too rough." He says it quietly. To the windshield mostly. His hand on the console turns over slightly, fingers opening and closing once like he doesn't know what to do with them. "I got a little.. I mean. I may have." He stops. Starts again. "Are you okay?"
You open your mouth. Close it. He glances over again briefly. "There's water. In the cupholder. You should drink some."
You look down. There it is. A water bottle, already uncapped slightly so you don't have to struggle with it. You pick it up and drink and say nothing because you genuinely cannot locate your words yet.
Hongjoong watches the road. "I cleaned up already," he says eventually, voice careful and gentle in a way that is so far from thirty minutes ago that your brain genuinely cannot reconcile the two. "So there's no need to worry about any of that. I took care of it."
The city lights slide past the windows.
"I justâ" he exhales quietly through his nose. Makes a small turn. "I want you to know that I really like you."
He says it simply. No lead up. No fanfare. Just that, dropped quietly into the car like it's been sitting in his chest for a while waiting for the right moment. "I really like you and tonight was.. I didn't plan for it to go like that and I need you to know that it wasn't justâŚ" he stops again. Jaw working slightly. "It means something. You mean something. To me."
You stare at his profile. The line of his nose. The slope of his jaw. The way his hand on the wheel is gripping just slightly tighter than necessary.
He's nervous. Kim Hongjoong, who stood elevated above a packed club looking like an untouchable supervillain, who took you apart in a VIP room like it was effortless, is nervous.
The city passes, and you're nearly at your building. Something in your chest pulls tight. "Joong." Your voice comes out small and slightly slurred still, rough at the edges.
"Mm."
"I want to stay with you tonight."
The car goes very quiet.
Hongjoong's hand stills on the wheel.
He doesn't say anything for a moment. Just sits with it, eyes on the road ahead, the muscle in his jaw moving once. "You sure?" He asks it carefully. Like he doesn't want to assume. Like he's giving you every opportunity to take it back.
You nod.
He sees it in his peripheral vision. There's a beat. Then Hongjoong puts on his indicator.
And makes a U-turn.
You watch your building disappear behind you and something in your chest loosens completely, warm and settled and right.
"Joong."
"Mm."
"I really like you too."
The corner of his mouth pulls up.
Not the smirk from tonight. Not the dangerous smile from the booth.
Just Hongjoong. Soft and real and slightly relieved, one hand finding yours on the console and squeezing once before going back to the wheel.
"Okay." He says quietly.
Just that. Okay.
The city lights blur past the windows and you pull his coat tighter around your shoulders and close your eyes and for the first time in several months of whatever weird relationship Kim Hongjoong everything feels exactly like it's supposed to.
Your phone buzzes. agaun and again, then approximately seventeen times in rapid succession like someone is sitting with their thumb on the send button which, knowing your friends, is exactly what's happening.
You squint at the screen.
yunjin : WELL??
yunjin : HELLO??
yunjin : SHE'S DEAD. SHE DIDN'T SURVIVE.
chaewon : she survived she's just not talking which means it was GOOD
sakura : please respond we're starting to worry
sakura : also chaewon owes me twenty dollars
chaewon : I SAID SHE WOULDN'T GO THROUGH WITH IT
yunjin : good luck soldier đŤĄ
chaewon : good luck soldier đŤĄ
sakura : good luck soldier (I'm rooting for you)
You stare at the screen for a long moment.Then you type back.
you: fuck off
Three seconds of silence. Then:
chaewon : OH MY GOD.
chaewon : SHE SURVIVED THE GREAT DICKPOCALYPSE.
yunjin : I KNEW IT I KNEW IT I KNEW IT
sakura : pay up chaewon
chaewon : WORTH IT
You send the middle finger emoji to the group chat. Then you turn your phone face down on your thigh and close your eyes. You can feel Hongjoong glance over at you briefly, the soft huff of breath that means he's trying not to ask. Then his hand finds your thigh, warm and unhurried, and just rests there. Not possessive like before. Not demanding.just there.
Just his hand on your thigh in the quiet dark of his car while the city scrolls past the windows and soft music hums low from the speakers and his coat is still draped around your shoulders smelling like him. You don't know what happens next. That's the honest truth of it. You don't know what tomorrow looks like or what this becomes or where exactly you go from here. You've spent months watching this man eat takeout in a studio and shove you against car doors after fancy dinners and call you fairy with that particular voice and you still haven't entirely figured him out.
But his hand is warm on your thigh.
And somewhere under all the chaos of tonight, the costume and the club and the VIP room and everything that came after, there's just this. Just you and Hongjoong in a quiet car, heading somewhere that isn't goodbye.
You peek at him from under your lashes.
He's watching the road, jaw soft, one hand on the wheel, the nervous energy from earlier settled into something quieter now. Something that looks a lot like contentment.
He looks like someone who got exactly where he wanted to be. You think maybe you do too.
You like him.
Stupidly, thoroughly, inconveniently like him. In the way that sneaks up on you between studio takeout runs and overpriced dinners and two AM slurpees and the way he says jagiya like it means something he hasn't said out loud yet. Maybe he'll say it out loud eventually.
Maybe you will too.
For now his hand is warm on your thigh and the city is quiet outside and you feel good. Settled and warm and a little bit ruined in the best possible way, tucked into his coat like it was made for you. You close your eyes, Lean your head back against the seat. Smile to yourself in the dark.
Yeah.
Hopefully it all goes well.
You think it will.
End
More a/n thanks for reading sorry if it's ass. I tried my best writing this guys my writing really changed since my last post and I tried my best to make it as similar as possible to my old one I'm sorry. btw fun fact I was banned from watching Winx as a kid bc my parents didnt want me to turn into a slut well guess what mom and dad I still grew up to be a whore. as per usual this trash was written at 3 am so if its ass its ass I guess whatever
Couldn't find a flora costume that I like so I drew it here you go feel free to interpret it yourself but I feel like this would be a cute beachclub outfit idk I don't want this image to go to waste I don't have artistic talent but do what you will with this I guess. I have trouble describing things unless I know what im dealing with it visually so had to draw it out first. feel free to imagine her outfit as whatever I dont wanna ruin your imagination
PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS! sugar daddy x sugar baby dynamics. not central to the plot (there is no plot) but mentioned. consensual bdsm/kink dynamics. workaholic hongjoong. studio play. daddy kink. babying. corruption kink. pussy smacking. thigh smacking. degradation. panty sniffing (he makes u smell them sorry) panty gagging. starts out sweet and tender then gets gross. basically just 2k words to make you say girl, stand upâŚ
You knew Hongjoong was rich.
Youâd seen it onlineâthe outfits, the jewelry, the first class flights and the team rings heâd apparently dropped a pretty penny on. So yeah, you knew he was rich.
You didnât realise how rich he was until you actually met him.
Until the fancams and Fromm messages turned to his eyes on youâonly youâand hands on your skin.
His handsâstrong, steady, carefulâon your bare skin.
On your hands, at first, then your wrists. Then just above your knees. A little higherâto the middle of your thighs, then further. Then your waist, where your shirt rode up just a little and he snuck his hand in underneath it.
You still donât know how it happened; why he chose you, out of everyone. You wonder if he knows, actually; he doesnât tell you either way. Says itâs nothing for you to be worrying about. Thatâs not your job, worrying. Your job is to be soft and sweet and spoiled and do what he tells you to do.
Right now, that involves sitting on his lap in the studio while he works. Quietly. Unmoving. Not causing trouble. He came here to work, and you came here to help.
He finds he works better with you around. Helps to see where the money from this track is going, he joked once.
He sighs, leaning back in his seat; his hand moves from the keyboard and comes to rest on your thigh, on the soft, bare skin he seems to find some sort of grounding in. His other hand curls around your waist and rests on your tummy. He hums. âHowâs school going?â He asks. âI didn't ask you today.â
âI finished my project,â you tell him. âAnd my essay. Submitted them.â
âAh, did you?â You nod and he smiles; a look of satisfaction, of pride, that makes your chest feel warm. âGood girl. Youâre doing so well. Ah, I should be keeping up with you more, shouldnât I? Iâm sorry I havenât, Iâve justâŚâ
He glances back at the computer, at the screen that hasnât changed in almost an hour, and grimaces, lips set in a thin, frustrated line. âItâs okay,â you say softly. âYouâre working hard.â
He nods, and you feel him relaxing a littleâbut not quite. His jaw is still tight; shoulders still tense. Hands still digging into your side like heâs trying to ground himself in your skin. You pause, chewing on your lip. âDaddy,â you whisper. He grunts; a noise of acknowledgment. âCan I⌠can I put my head on your shoulder?â
Heâs never actually said no, but with Hongjoong itâs always better to ask. He appreciates it, in any case.
âYeah, honey,â he says. Then, quieter, âplease.â
Heâs warm, always is; you nuzzle your head into the crook of his neck like youâre trying to hide yourself inside him. His grip on your waist loosens, the pressure against you coming away enough for his grip to feel strong and protective rather than tense and desperate. His hand slips between your thighs then sneaks upwardsâslowly, surely. You sigh. âYouâre stressed.â
âI know,â he murmurs. He opens his mouth like heâs about to say something else; before he can, though, his eyes seem to catch on something. They narrow, scrutinising. You shrink back like youâve been caught in the act of something. âWhat is this?â
âWhatâs what?â
He pushes your skirt up, over your thighs and around your waist. Itâs black, short, pleated, one of his favourites. Whatâs not one of his favourites, it seems, are the panties sitting snug on your hips. He stares at them for a moment, then up at you, brow raised. âDid I put you in panties this morning?â
Ah. âUmâŚâ
âI donât think I did,â he says. âInteresting.â
âI justâ the skirt is short.â
âI know it is. Thatâs why I chose it.â
âI didnât want anyone to see,â you argue. âYou donât like it when other people look at me.â
He hums. âI suppose you got me there. But just for good measureââ His hand draws back suddenly then slams down, right over your covered cunt; you shriek, half in surprise and half in pain, and he smacks it again. âDonât sneak around me again,â he chides you. âClear?â
You nod, breathing shuddered, a little dizzy; the pain fades almost as quickly as it came, the sharpness now a small, faint stingingâitâs the fact that he did it so quickly, so casually, so⌠procedurally, thatâs getting to you now.
âSorry, daddy,â you mumble. âI shouldâve asked you.â
âNow you know.â
His palm comes to rest on your cunt now, gently this time, soothing the sting and sparking, you quickly find, an ache of an entirely different sort. You squirm a little, thighs trying to clench instinctively but blocked by his hand between them. He clicks his tongue, sighing, but says nothing. Then the pressure increases, just a little bit, so his fingers are pressing against your clit.
He starts to move slowly. Nothing dramatic. Nothing hard to take. But youâre so needy right now.
âDaddy,â you grunt. âCâmon, IâŚâ
âBe good,â he says. âDaddyâs working. Iâll buy you something pretty when Iâm done, alright?â
You huff. âYou know thatâs not what I want.â
He sighs againâyouâve found itâs one of the things he tends to do when youâre being brattyâbut his lips are curved and you can tell heâs amused. Endeared a little, though heâd never admit it.
âIâll fuck you too,â he says. âThatâs what youâre fishing for, isnât it? A nice, deep fucking, thatâs what you want.â
You shudder; it wracks through the entirety of your body like a rogue wave. âYeah.â
He tuts. âI really have corrupted you, havenât I?â He chuckles. âYou were so innocent when I met you. Just a little one, so scared to be touched; I practically had to coax you into submission. Now you canât sit still without my dick in your cunt.â
âThatâs not true,â you frown.
âWhich part?â
âBoth.â
âProve it, then,â he says. The smugness in his voice tells you he knows as well as you do that you canât. âSit still until Iâm done. Be a good girl and donât bother me. Prove you arenât the cockwhore I think you are.â
âWhatâll I get if I do?â
âDick,â he tells you. âAs much as you like, all night.â
Well that does sound appealing. âAnd⌠if I donât?â
âDick,â he says again. âAs much as I like. And maybe a spanking to remind you not to lie to your daddy. Youâd probably like that, though.â
He knows full well you would. The first time he spanked you you almost came over his lap from the smacks aloneâsomething he never fails to hold over your head. Youâre surprised he hasnât mentioned it now.
âOkay, deal,â you say. âMay the truth prevail.â
He just rolls his eyes.
You lose catastrophically, of course. He keeps you on his lapârefuses to let you slip away and retreat to the couch as you'd intended and banked onâhis hands on your waist, holding you loosely enough that you can move but tight enough that you can't ignore the feeling of his hands on you. Youâre certain, as well, that heâs flexing his forearms on purpose. Deliberately doing things on his computer that force him to move his hands and his fingers in just the way that sets you off.
And you just canât help yourself.
In minutes, the feeling starts in your tummy. It goes to your head a while later. And then, before you can stop itâyou squirm. Breath sucked in. A small whimper breaking past your lips.
Hongjoong goes still. His finger stills above the mouse.
âYou just squirmed.â
âIââ
âYou lost,â he cuts you off. His voice is level, steady, but a layer of smugness seeps through on an undercurrent, and you doubt itâs by accident. Heâs enjoying thisâof course he is. âYou told me you could keep control, and you didnât. You are a whore. You need dick, or you canât stay still. You just proved it.â
âHongjoong,â you whine. âThatâs not fair.â
âIt doesnât need to be,â he says. âI told you to do something, and you failed. Stand up.â
Youâre shaking as you clamber to your feet, knees weak after what feels like eons perched on his lap; he steadies you with two hands on your waist then lets you go. His expression is calm, eyes gentle, but his lips curl into a small sneer as he looks you up and down. âThat was a pathetic display,â he says. âI really did corrupt you. You were such a good little girl when I found you, you know? So sweet. Not desperate and disobedient like you are now.â
You know heâs teasing, you know heâs just playing the game, just enjoying his victory; still you canât help but whine, pouting, shoulders slumping like a scolded child. âJoongââ
He raises an eyebrow. You know that look by heartâknow the warning. âDaddy,â you correct yourself.
âBetter,â he says. âYou made a fool out of yourself there. Being so out of control. I thought I taught you discipline.â
âYou did.â
âEvidently not enough. Take off your panties.â
You hesitate for just a second too long. Hongjoong hooks an arm around your waist and tugs you towards him, turning you around so youâre facing away then lands five sharp, rhythmic slaps on each of your thighs. You squeal, trying not to squirm as he lays them down, and he turns you back around without a word.
âCurrently,â he says, âI donât plan on giving you the spanking I threatened earlier. Donât make me change my mind. Iâd hate to do it hereâthe walls are soundproof, but only so much. A crybaby like you, Iâm sure the whole floor would hear. Take off your panties.â
You donât hesitate this timeâHongjoong has never threatened you with anything he wasnât prepared to follow through with. Itâs part of his philosophy, his ethos; honesty in all cases. You canât and shouldnât trust someone who makes promises they wonât keepâeven if those promises are things youâd much rather they didnât.
You pull the panties down your thighs, stepping out of them. Hongjoong holds up a hand, stilling you, before you can put them down.
âHold them up to your face,â he orders. You do. He adjusts himself in his seat, only slightly, eyes on you. âSmell them.â
You baulk. âWhat?â
âSmell them,â he repeats. âAnd tell me how wet you are.â
You run your fingers across the fabric, the soaked crotch thatâs practically dripping onto the floor. âTheyâre wet,â you say. âIâ I can tell from this.â
âThatâs lovely,â he replies. âNow do what I told you to do.â
On some level, most of them really, you want to protest. To refuse. But you donât. Your safewordâthe little word both of you live by, that he drilled into you like a mantra and, the one time he asked you it before you started a scene and you couldnât recall it, genuinely belted you for being careless enough to let it slip your mindâis the last thing on your mind as you lift the fabric up to your nose and sniff it.
Youâve done a lot of degrading, debasing things with Hongjoong. Youâd even call some of them dehumanising. But thereâs something uniquely humiliating in this; in smelling your wet, soiled panties while your boyfriend watches on, simply because he told you to. Because youâd do anything he told you do.
Your boyfriend, you notice, is rock hard; evident even through his pants. It makes you pulse.
âWell?â He asks. âWet?â
You nod. âYes, daddy. Wet.â
âCreamy?â
You nod. He tilts his head, silently menacing, and you rush to correct yourself. âYes, daddy. Theyâ theyâre creamy.â
He hums. âYou know what youâre smelling, baby?â
âUmâŚâ
âYour lack of control,â he answers for you. âYou let your cunt do the thinking for you. Daddy taught you to use your brain, didnât he?â
Itâs actually the opposite, and you both know that; Hongjoong takes great pride and pleasure in having reduced you to thinking with your pussy, guided by need for him, need to please him, above all else. In having dumbed you down to the extent that youâll follow your leaking cunt and throbbing clit anywhere he takes you. But he also takes pleasure in acting like he didnât want this at all; like your perversion, your more âbimbo likeâ qualities, as he calls them, are flaws to be corrected. Like itâs his solemn duty to beat them out of you.
And honestlyâyou love it just as much. Feeling like a disappointment for how stupid you are for him. Feeling taken in hand by him; pretending heâs doing all this for your own good.
âIâm sorry, daddy,â you whisper.
âYouâre going to have to prove it,â he says. âI just hope you do a better job than you did the last time you tried to prove something to me. Give me your panties.â
You push them into his outstretched hand; you know what heâs going to do next before he does it. âOn your knees and open your mouth.â
You obey, slowly but steadilyâcareful, rather than hesitant. The taste of salt on your tongue as he stuffs the wet fabric past your lips is an unsurprising one.
âThatâs better,â he smiles, satisfaction evident in his voice. âThatâll teach you modesty. You stay like that until daddyâs done. Then weâll get you home and give you that fucking you earned, yeah?â
âYes, daddy,â you say around the fabric, voice muffled.
Hongjoong pats your head, pinching your cheek gently.
âGood puppy.â
been utterly haunted by the concept of dilf/sugar daddy ateez recently. hereâs the sugar daddy. dilf may come later.
Warnings: none? Fluff!! Or well inspired by me and my ex unfortunately. Written on my phoneđâď¸
An: Iâm on a 20 hour road trip with my parents and Iâm tweaking in the backseat.
Your parents said you had to join a roadtrip spanning over several days. You groan internally. Not wanting to leave your boyfriend. That is until they sigh as they rub their temples.
âSan can joinâ
The words hung in the kitchen and you almost jump with happiness.
. . .
The car wasnât huge but you and San crammed into the backseat. Blankets and pillows stuffed almost from the floor to the ceiling of the tiny car. Candy wrappers and empty cans of energy drinks littered around so when you moved, it would crinkle. Your feet up by the window beside Sanâs face. Sanâs feet tucked onto the dashboard, underneath your bag filled with different activities to keep yourself busy.
Your parents rambling about something that happened at work while you and San made a 50 hour long Spotify playlist. Smiling at each other despite wearing your own headphones.
The sun gleamed lowly as golden hour started wrapping up its show. Your mom was passed out in the passanger seat. Her knees crammed against the dashboard to make sure San had enough space in the seat behind.
Sanâs hand found yours as he tugged you forward softly to make sure the belt didnât choke or impale you. You shifted and managed to awkwardly curl against your boyfriend. He tugged the blanket over your heads as he kissed you.
Your dad stifled a groan as he turned the music louder. Your mom sighing in annoyance as she put in earplugs. San grins against your lips as he put a hand around your face.
Maybe a 20 hour roadtrip werenât the worst thing to ever happen to you.
ok so this is maybe based on what happened to me at a party last weekend
drunken confession at a party with yunho? like reader has spent the whole night with yunho and theyâre both pretty giggly and talking and then reader drops a âcan i be so honest with you i like youâ and then you take it from here heheheh
iâd love m!reader! and if you prefer a different member feel free to write for someone else but iâd love it to be ateez hehehe
if youâre not comfortable with writing this i totally understand though đ¤ thank you!!
BASED ON YOU??? HELLO I NEED TO KNOW THE TEA (jk jk i donât but fuck that should be me)
YESS I WILL WHEN IM BACK HOMEđđ
Iâm aching to write more Yunhođ There WILL be drunk sex involved and loser Yunhođ
Warnings - Selfindulgent, Sub idol, male reader, messy messy sex. Unprotected? (wrap it even if its a bro), choking? feelings of ownership, lingerie, blurred sub/dom dynamics, male wife seonghwa, unrealistically filthy rich reader. High heel kink? leg kink mention? i don't know honestly, Unapologetic ass eating / rimming, Dirty talk is not my stongsuit but i think i did it well? spare me. please don't throw rocks through my window. mentioned cum eating? (seonghwa deserves to taste himself), lack of dialogue.
Words: 4135
Parts: 1 / 2 / 3? maybe
You click your tongue as your callused hands fold into your lap, admiring the new diamond necklace you had gotten your pretty husband.
"Should've gone with rubies instead" You pout, sarcastically as a shiver ran down Seonghwa's spine. Trailing right to his cock. he looked up at you before you grabbed his upper arm, getting him to his feet again. Slowly standing up, chest to chest as you back him towards the velvet couch. His heart pounded in his ears as his calves hit the edge, sitting slowly down.
"Pretty things should be held still"
He nodded, lips parted as his eyes widened. Shifting his weight to his elbows as he leaned back, lifting those trembling long legs into the air, ankles crossed over one another.
Your hands closed around his ankles, firm and unyielding, fingers curling with a slow possessiveness that made the thin skin there feel fragile under your rings, as if you could snap him in two just by deciding to squeeze a little harder.
Seonghwa, who was trembling and flushed, let out a breath that quivered on his lips, his legs lifting higher in your grip until the red soles of his heels flashed toward the ceiling, obscene and glinting like he was some precious little thing made for display and nothing more.
His thighs shivered as the garters tugged tighter, the lace stretched so thin it bit against his skin, and every tremble made the delicate gold chain around his throat shift just enough to catch the low light, a cruel reminder of who put it there and why..
And you didnât say a word as you dragged your hungry gaze over him, slow and heavy, letting him squirm while you drank in the sight of his body fighting to stay open, stretched, obedient under your hands even as his breath came faster and more broken with every second that passed.
The air in the room was thick, heavy with the bite of expensive whiskey and the lingering smoke from your half-finished cigarette, curling in lazy tendrils that made Seonghwaâs head swim as he struggled to breathe through the weight of your stare and the chain around his neck â and when you finally spoke, your voice was rough, dragging along his skin like sand, each word slow enough to make his stomach twist tight as he choked on another soft, helpless little sound that only made you smile in that dark, thin way that meant you werenât anywhere near where you wanted him.
"Need to get my doll a new pair of Louboutins, the red is scratching away." you rasped, the words thick and almost lazy, like this entire display was barely worth your effort, like he was failing to meet your standards even as he shook in your grip, heels wobbling in the air while your thumbs pressed into the delicate bones at his ankles just hard enough to remind him that he wasnât going anywhere until you allowed it â and your eyes, cold and sharp despite the warmth of the liquor, dragged lower, drinking in the way his body strained against the lace, already damp where it clung too tight. Your lips curl into a smirk as his stomach caves in a bit, trying to catch a breath desperately. almost like he was afraid to catch it. afraid he'd break, flinch.. lose his composure.
Your grip softened, slow and deliberate, as you guided Seonghwa's trembling legs down from the air. The sharp angle eased, ankles uncrossing as Seonghwa let out a breath of relief, his hips untightening. The lace is not digging into his soft skin like daggers anymore.
Your lips found the top of his foot first. Feather-light kiss pressed against skin that still quivered under your breath. Another kiss, his ankle, then up to his calf, sideof his knee. And lastly up to his thigh, where the lace garter stretched thin and left a faint mark.
Seonghwa's chest lifted in a shallow gasp, his nails digging weakly into the velvet beneath him like he didnât know whether to pull away or melt entirely. His thighs shifted, unsteady, as if they didnât trust themselves to hold still under your mouth.
You knelt down slowly, smoothly. Like a king lowering before an offeringâ your hands trailing down the backs of his legs, savoring every tremor, every little flinch he couldnât quite suppress.
You hum, voice low but edged with something warmer now, like admiration wrapped in smoke. Your lips brushed along the sharp line of his knee, your nose grazing the faint imprint of lace against his skin.
"Too pretty to even breathe right now, arenât you?"
His answer came only in the soft, broken sound he tried to swallow, his head tipping back against the couch cushions as his throat worked around nothing.
Your hands slid up, palms broad and steady, flattening against the outside of his thighs, grounding him, claiming him. Your eyes never left his face as you leaned in closer, drinking in the sight of him trying so hard to hold himself together while every inch of him betrayed the effort.
And when your mouth found the inside of his thigh, soft and lingering, Seonghwa shivered so hard his heels scuffed against the couch. His breath hitched.
Your warm lips gently sucking red spots that'd disappear within the next day or so. His thighs tremble as you lower each leg on your shoulders. Looking up at him with sharp eyes. Seonghwa was unable to hold the heavy weight of your hungry eyes and his hips buck involuntarily.
"Look at you," you murmured, voice low and thick like smoke curling in the heavy air.
"Shaking like youâre scared, but youâre still holding still for me. Thatâs sweet."
Seonghwaâs breath hitched, his lashes fluttering as he struggled to meet your eyes. His voice, when it came, was barely there. Breathless and cracked.
"IâI'm not... scared."
Your lips quirked into a slow, teasing smile against his skin. "No? Then whyâre your legs trembling every time I so much as breathe on you?"
His fingers flexed against the couch cushions, desperate for something to anchor him. "Itâsâjust... youâre-" He broke off with a soft, helpless sound when your hands slid higher, spreading warmth and pressure in their wake.
"Too much for you?" you teased, voice dropping lower as you kissed the inside of his thigh, slow and deliberate. "Even when I havenât done anything yet? Poor thing. So sensitive."
Seonghwaâs throat worked around a swallow, his voice tight and strained. "I canâtake it."
You chuckled softly, dark amusement lacing every word. "Oh, I know you can. Pretty things like you are made to take it. Made to be looked at. Touched. Kissed.. Savored" Your teeth grazed lightly against his skin, making him jolt. "Made to tremble for me."
His hands flew up to cover his face, trying to hide the wrecked little sound that escaped him. But you only laughed again, warm and low, as you caught a glimpse of his embarrassed smile.
"Donât hide," you said, tilting your head to catch his wide, dark eyes with yours. "I want to see every little reaction you give me. Every shiver, every breath, every time that stubborn mind cracks a little more."
Seonghwaâs lips parted in a soft gasp, his chest heaving as he tried to gather himself â but the way his body trembled beneath your hands betrayed him all over again. Your smile softened, but your grip stayed firm. "There he is. Thatâs my pretty thing."
He whimpered as your long fingers caught onto the thin straps of the garters as you snapped the tiny silver clasp open. You moved on to peel his lacy panties down his long legs. Despite removing his panties, the heels stayed on. They always did. Pretty dolls like him should always be dressed up.
Seonghwa moved so his hips were angled a bit to the side. One leg falling from your shoulder so he could spread himself more open. His scent consumes your mind before darting your tongue out, slowly licking a stripe from his hole to his perineum. Eyes closing as you pressed the pad of your tongue against him. He shuddered, chest stuttering as heat bloomed low and hot, his body giving itself away with every tremble, every soft gasp that slipped from bitten lips no matter how hard he tried to hold them back. The electrifying feeling of excitement shooting through his body. Precum is already pearling at his tip. A groan rips from your throat, low and guttral as your mouth coaxes him open, slow and relentless, until he is trembling under the weight of your attention, moving a finger up to slowly add to the messy mix. Slow, circling, teasing touches that never pushed too hard. Delicious moans and whimpers fall from Seonghwaâs raw bitten lips. Head bobbing back and forth as he tried shaking his mind away from falling apart.
His thighs strained against your shoulders, torn between pulling away and pressing closer, as you licked deeper, slow and deliberate, tasting every inch like you meant to leave him wrecked just from this alone. His hips bucked involuntarily again, as his eyes glazed over your body, between his legs like this. Teeth sinking into his bottom lips, muffling a needier whimper as you coaxed your middle finger slowly into him. Tongue moving at a pace that would make him go crazy but still keep himself grounded.Â
âSo fucking pretty.. Hwa youâre a fucking starâÂ
The words stained his skin like stubborn stage paint and he gasps, nodding weakly in response as his stomach caved in before he exhaled a long whimper. Impatient and desperate for you to stop treating him like heâs a delicate porcelain doll. Hips roll against your touch needily sucking your finger deeper. A chuckle rips from your throat as your tongue grows more impatient and you pull your finger slowly out before poking at his entrance with an addition.Â
Seonghwaâs body fought the pleasure, his legs shaking under the force of it, but you held him steady, the tension building in every inch of him. The soft moans he tried to suppress only made the air thicken with desperation. His body betrayed him, hips rolling forward, wanting more, unable to stop. The yearning for your body against his grew with every sinful flick of your tongue, chuckling against his sensitive hole as his thighs trembled.
He pulled away slightly, but you followed, your free hand gripping his soft thigh harder, faint nail marks blooming on his skin, leaving a trail of sinful heat behind. His body shook in response.Â
âI want you so bad. Fuck ever since I saw the way you rolled your hips against that fucking chair, pushing your fingers into your mouth like a touch starved slut. You knew I was watching you tonight huh?â
The words hung in the air with an eerie silence and Seonghwa almost mewled in response.Â
âNo I.. I didnât knowâ
Good for you, that Seonghwaâs weakest card would always be the fact that he could never lie to your face. A bitter laugh pushed out of your chest as your fingers pumped slowly in and out of him. Just when he thought heâd break, youâd pull them back out. The push back in was what almost knocked the wind out of his lungs and god.. When youâd scissor them slowly, teasingly.. His eyes rolled back into his skull. Unsure if theyâd ever return as he moaned. The air thickened, swirling between the smell of whiskey, sweat, cigarettes and uncurated sexual tension. You wanted to take it slow, fuck you really did. Wanting to savour your pretty wife like a nicely aged wine but he was making it impossible with those tiny needy sounds.
Pulling your fingers from his fluttering hole as you let your eyes drift over him, savoring every inch, the flush in his cheeks, the tremble in his limbs, the way his breath catches each time you touch him.Â
âLet me make this easier,â you murmur, your voice thick with desire but still gentle. He nods, unsure but trusting. You can see it in the way his lips part in soft anticipation.
With a slow movement, you reach over to the coffee table, hand threading between luxurious boxes for the bottle of lube. The sound is small, almost quiet in the heavy air as you open the cap. Your eyes flick back to his face, watching as he swallows hard, trying to stay composed.
You squeeze the lube onto your fingers, the coolness a sharp contrast against the warmth of your skin. You glide it over him with deliberate care, feeling the slickness spread, your touch smooth but continuously grows needier.. You can feel his body shift beneath your hands, and you know he's trying to hold himself together, but there's no denying the way his body melts under your touch, giving into the sensation.
âYouâre doing good,â you murmur, the words almost a whisper, but they hang heavy between you. Getting up from the cool marble floor as you helped him manoeuvre his body to lay more comfortably against the couch. Taking a pillow to put under his hips. Your lube slicked hand fell to your own belt buckle as you undid it swiftly, not bothering to get completely naked as you pushed the expensive fabric down your thighs. Hand fiddling with the waistband of your boxers. Seonghwa gasps as his body twitches in neediness. His gaze running over your body like youâre the most delicious meal to ever be plated.Â
You push your underwear down to let your swollen cock free, tip slapping against your abdomen softly as you run your hand over it, slicking what's left of the lube on your hand, over it.Â
Looking down at Seonghwa almost makes your patience crumble. Eyebrows furrowed, needy hungry eyes.. The bralette of the expensive lingerie.. The strap that had fallen off his shoulder. Your tip hovers at his entrance, just teasing the edge, and for a moment, everything is still. You feel his body tense, then give in as he exhales a shaky breath. Itâs the softest of movements. Just the barest of pressure, but itâs enough to make your heart race. You push forward, slowly, testing the waters, but the look on his face, that need in his eyes, makes you want to break every last inch of restraint
âDonât hesitate.. I want you (Name)âÂ
Seonghwa reassures as he leaned a bit to grasp your other hand. The tension in the room crackled. A live fire that had only gotten stronger for all the years you two had spent together. Discovering each other. You breathe deeply as your eyes slant a bit, pushing the tip inside slowly. His back arches in response, immediately as a whimper gets pushed out of him, ringing off the marble walls of the hotel suite. Heat pools in both your stomachs as you slowly push more inside, taking small breaks to let Seonghwaâs body catch up.
But â the softness quickly rots and falls away as he has adjusted to your length and catches his breath. The faintest nod and you've got your confirmation to move, and you do. Slow, torturous before the glass overfills and you end up tangled together. Limbs moving and stretching, hands clawing at each other. Seonghwaâs begging;
âMoreâmore, I can take it, I swearââ
Or
âYes, yes, fuckâdonât you fucking dare slow downââ
Seonghwa manages to get his hands to claw up your back, no doubt that he's leaving marks even through your button up shirt. Your hands trail up his legs as you hook one over your shoulder, stilling for a moment as you angle deeper. Your hips lose all their rhythm as pure instinct takes over and the only thing filling the air is desperate sounds of skin slapping skin, needy words and guttural groans.
The pace is almost brutal, seonghwaâs body trembling on the edge of giving into the sweet release knocking at his door. But not without permission first. Of course, he might be deranged but he wasnât ever misbehaving.
âI canât hold itâI canâtâI need to cum⌠please say yes !ââ
Begs rolled off his lips like it was the most natural thing and you groaned as you grabbed his chin before putting your hand back in its place on his waist. Shaking your head, coming to your senses a bit.
âLook at me when you askâ
His breath stutters, chest heaving as his wide, tear-glossed eyes snap up to meet yours, obedient even through the wrecked haze and undeniable frustration.
A raw whimper breaks out, voice cracking, as his hips jerk helplessly but he forces his gaze up like heâs clinging to the last rule keeping him grounded. His lip wobbles, bitten and swollen, and he lets out a shattered moan, tears finally slipping down flushed cheeks as he obeys without thinking. His whole body trembles, thighs quaking, but he nods through the tears, voice hoarse.Â
âPlease⌠please, Iâm lookingâplease let meââ
He chokes on a sob, shoulders shaking as his hands claw at the couch or at your waist â desperate for grounding but still trying to behave. His eyes flutter like they want to roll back again, but he fights to keep them locked on yours, lips parting as another broken plea spills out:Â
â(Name) please.. Feels like i'm gonnaâ breakâ
Your head falls back as your hips stutter despite your efforts to keep your orgasm at bay, teeth sinking into your lip as you curse, hips stuttering. Nobody ever said having such a pretty sub made being dominant so hard. You nod, finally.
âFuck! Okay.. ! Yes.. youâre allowed..!âÂ
Pushing deep as ropes of hot cum filled him whilst making a mess all over himself. Grateful and incoherent thank youâs left his plump lips. Chest heaving with pleasure as you leaned down, letting his leg down from your shoulder. Both of your bodies twitching as the high got ridden out slowly. You kissed his lips for the first time tonight, messily and uncoordinated as you slowly pulled out of him. His body jolts when you fully leave him, overstimulated and empty, and he gasps against your mouth.
You shush him softly, cradling his face as you kiss him again, slower this time, lips lingering.
âSo pretty for me. Youâre all safe sweet boyâ
Tucking yourself into your boxers, messily as you got up on shaky legs, scooping up his fur coat as you wrapped him up in it. Pulling his almost limp body into your strong arms as you carried him to the bathroom. You kiss his temple as you set him down, his legs still trembling where they dangle off the edge of the counter. His eyes are half-lidded, dazed and flushed, but he leans into your touch when your fingers brush his damp hair back from his face.
âYou did so good, baby,â you murmur, voice low and soothing now, a stark contrast to the rough pace from before. Your hands donât stop moving â one stroking down his arm, the other turning the faucet until the water warms just right.
Seonghwa shivers, not from cold but from aftershocks still rippling through him, and youâre already unwrapping the heavy coat from his shoulders, careful not to make him feel too bare too fast. The tub starts to fill, steam curling in the air, and you glance back at him â still watching you with that soft, floaty look, like heâs too tired to speak but too needy to look away. Your chest squeezes at the sight as you undid the hooks of the lingerie, sliding it softly off him like heâs delicate.
âYou with me?â you ask, thumb brushing the hollow of his cheek. He nods, small and sweet, and your heart just crumbles.
âGood. Gonna clean you up now, yeah? Then weâll go back to bed.â
The water ripples as you help him gently ease into the warm bath, his breath shallow. He sinks into the water with a small sigh, leaning back against the edge of the tub, his head tilting to rest against the porcelain. Feet on the opposite side, beside where you leaned. Sliding a hand from his knee and to his inner thigh. Massaging his tense muscles from being held up for so long. His skin is soft under the gentle pressure of your touch.
You leave him for a minute and a trail of whimper echoes from the bathroom, chuckling to yourself as you return with a glass of his favorite wine and a glass of whiskey for yourself.
The air smells like the warmth of the bath and the delicate scent of warm vanilla from the bubbles. Seonghwa looks up at you, eyes half-lidded. Lips parted slightly, an exhausted yet content expression across his face. You hand him the wine glass, careful not to spill a drop, as he takes it from you with a quiet murmur of thanks. He swirls the liquid gently before taking a sip, his eyes fluttering closed at the familiar taste.
You sit beside the tub, your whiskey in hand, leaning against the cool tiles as you watch him slowly relax into the bath. The rhythmic sound of water lapping against the sides of the tub fills the silence, and the faint sound of his soft breathing calms your own.
His fingers play with the stem of his wine glass as you trace small patterns over his frame with your eyes, appreciating the vulnerable beauty of him in this momentâsofter, quieter, and yet still so alluring. You reach out again, your fingers gliding over the curve of his shoulder before slipping back down to his thigh, tracing the muscles there with a slow, deliberate touch.
Seonghwa hums, leaning into your touch, his lips curling into the faintest smile as he exhales deeply. âI didnât expect to feel this... calm,â he murmurs, voice still hoarse but filled with a gentle warmth. He takes another sip of wine, his eyes not leaving yours.
âWhat husband would I be if I didnât take care of you?â you reply softly, your voice barely above a whisper, but it feels louder in the stillness of the room. You sip your whiskey, the smooth burn warming your chest as you set the glass down beside the tub.
âTrue,â he lets out a breathy laugh, his voice a little more steady now. âI love you... so much.â
You smile, feeling the weight of those words settle in your chest. With a tender motion, you run your fingers over the necklace you put on him earlier.
"Just relax. No rush. Youâve got all the time you need," you murmur, feeling your own body relax into the moment. âAnd we both know I love you way moreâ
Seonghwa closes his eyes, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he sinks further into the warm water, his body melting under your touch. The tension from earlier is fading, replaced by the warmth of the bath, the softness of your presence, and the quiet bond between you.
âMâ tired (Name)â He mutters as his eyelids grow heavy. The exhaustion kicked him right in the gut. I mean.. The concert? Team dinner? The intimacy he just shared with his husband?Â
You reach for the towel nearby and gently dab his face with it, your thumb brushing over his lips as you lean in to kiss him softly, a contrast to the heat and intensity that just moments ago filled the room.
Seonghwa melts into the kiss, his hands finding purchase on your shoulders, fingers digging lightly into your skin as if he needs you to hold him, keep him close.
âLetâs get you dry, alright?â you murmur. He nods softly, and you help him stand, your arms supporting him carefully as you wrap him in a soft towel and guide him to the plush bathrobe you had already laid out for him.
You hold him close, letting him lean against you as you lead him back to the bed. Scent of alcohol and sex lingering as you pushed a window open, Getting yourself out of the uncomfortable suit as you got a pair of sweatpants on after quickly wiping yourself down. A bath can wait and you let out a content sigh as you wrap your arms around Seonghwa. Feeling him grow heavier as sleep dragged him in.Â
You smile softly, your fingers gently brushing through his hair, your other hand resting lightly against his back, holding him close. The weight of the night presses gently down on you both, but there's a quiet peace here nowâa kind of stillness that feels like home.
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AN: Idk if i wanna be seonghwa or reader rn. bro i kinda made yself horny writing this what is happening
Songs I listened to - Birthday by Ten, Tutti i miei sbagli by Subsonica, Guilty by TAEMIN, Chained up by VIXX, Danger by TAEMIN, Tempo & Lotto & Artificial lover by EXO, Ride or die & mr rover & amnesia by KAI, tongue tied - KEY
Warnings: subby Yunho. Pervert Yunhođđ, fem bodily description, no specified agreement on kinky? Like rough sex, heavy sub/dom dynamics, lots of bad words/insults. Slapping, jerking off, cock slapping, idk anymore
An: this was supposed to be longer, but I gave up as I ran out of both motivation and thoughtsđ writing this on my phone.. Pervert Yunho!!!!đ
Yunho whoâs your sweet boy. Your lovely boyfriend of soon a year. The man who raised your standards through the roof and to the fucking sky. Okay sure heâs a bit nerdy, a bit of a weirdo but by Lord it adds to his charm. You watch him ramble about stuff heâs grossly interested in. Nodding along, pouting your bottom lip just right and tracing the edge of your acrylics across his bottom lip.
Yunho who got so awkward the first night you shared together. Empty bottles of alcohol littering the coffee table and clothes scattered around your apartment like your closet had just exploded. Hasty kisses, heavy touches and a.. whimpering Yunho? You looked up on the taller man. Poor guy that had sexted you the nastiest shit ever, is crumbling under your gaze. You stifle a laugh as you shake your head, kissing his pretty thoughts away while dragging him to your bedroom.
Yunho who adoresssss being jerked or sucked off. By lordddd he loves it. Oh my god donât get me started on under desk support? Or pulling him to some random bathroom while in public because you wanted to. Fuck and he returns the favour. HIS LONG FINGERSSSS!!!! Fuck theyâre so pretty, coated in your slick as he pulls them out, making scissoring motions as he admires the way the slick strings between his fingers.
But tonight?
You had gotten home from an emergency meeting. Itâs 11pm and heâs up, oblivious to when youâd even return.
You snuck inside in case he was asleep, other than that heâd be wearing headphones and gaming. Sighing as you slipped your shoes off and your ear perked up.
..
A moan? Whimper?
Youâre intrigued as you made your way down the hall that seemed far longer than it should be. The whimpers got increasingly louder as you peaked through the half closed door. Yunho scrolling though your instagram? While jerking off? Into your panties? Your USED panties?
You run a hand through your hair as you knock on the door, leaning against the doorframe. He freezes as the whimpers dies down quicker than you could even blink. He doesnât turn around or remove the hand around his cock. You clear your throat.
âWant a moment alone.. orâŚ?â
He shudders at your tone and he shakes his head. Still refusing to look at you. Too ashamed.
â(Name)⌠help.. me, pleaseââ
your head falls back as you let out a laugh, walking towards him as you grab a handful of his beautiful hair, tilting his head back against his gaming chair. You hold back from spitting on his face right then and there.
âJerking off to my instagram? What are you? A fucking pervert or something? Do it yourself. Youâve already got my panties wrapped around your cockâ
Scoffing as you let go off his hair harshly. A whimper bubbles up Yunhoâs throat. You pause mid-step. Nothing. You keep walking.
Then it hits again, harder this time, voice trembling.
âPleaseâ fuck, I canâtâ need you, please, Iâll do anythingââ
You turn your head slightly.
âAnything?â
The word hangs heavy in the air.
You glance back, his face is flushed deep, tears brimming, lips parted as he pants like heâs about to fall apart. His hips jerk up helplessly, chasing friction that isnât enough.
Thatâs when something in you snaps.
Your smile turns sharp as you stalk back, grabbing a fistful of his hair again and yanking his head back so hard he gasps again.
âAnything, huh?â you hiss against his ear. âThen fucking get on with it.â
Your free hand slaps his thigh, hard enough to make him whimper.
âYou wanna come? Beg louder. Beg like the filthy little pervert you are.â
His eyes glaze over as he nods frantically, completely broken, completely yours.
His eyes glaze over as he nods frantically, completely broken, completely yours.
You grin, sharp and wicked, and tighten your grip in his hair until he winces.
âThatâs it. Louder. Let the neighbors hear what a needy little slut you are for me.â
His voice cracks as he whimpers your name, louder this time, hips stuttering up like heâs lost control of his own body.
Your free hand snakes down, grabbing his wrist and yanking it away from his cock. Earning a desperate sob from him as he bucks into the air, chasing friction.
âAw. Poor baby,â you mock, leaning in until your lips brush his ear. âDid I fucking say you could touch yourself?â
He shakes his head wildly, tears finally spilling over.
âNoâ no, please, please, I need you, I need it so bad, Iâll be good, I swearââ
You cut him off by slapping the head of his cock, sharp and fast, making him choke on a scream.
âBeg harder.â
He sobs now, shameless, hips jerking like he canât help it.
âPlease, please, pleaseâ wanna cum, wanna cum so fucking bad, need you, need your hands, your mouth, anythingâ pleaseâ Iâll do anything, just touch me, pleaseââ
You spit on his face before finally letting go of his hair and shoving him back against the chair.
âPathetic fucking pervert,â you growl. âJerking off to my pictures like a loser and now you canât even form a full sentence without crying.â
Your hand wraps around his cock, tight and rough from the start, making him scream your name like a prayer.
âThere. That what you wanted? Huh? My hand?â
He nods so hard his head nearly bangs against the chair, face twisted in pleasure and pain.
âGood,â you spit, jerking him fast, ruthless.
âBecause youâll have to fucking do it yourself next timeâ
He sobs out a yes, already shaking apart in your grip as cum dribbled down his cock. Not even catching a breath before he gets hard again.
How could he not? You had never been this ruthless before. He loved it, maybe even too much.
Warnings - Selfindulgent, Sub idol, male reader, messy messy sex. Unprotected? (wrap it even if its a bro), choking? feelings of ownership, lingerie, blurred sub/dom dynamics, male wife seonghwa, unrealistically filthy rich reader. High heel kink? leg kink mention? i don't know honestly, Unapologetic ass eating / rimming, Dirty talk is not my stongsuit but i think i did it well? spare me. please don't throw rocks through my window. mentioned cum eating? (seonghwa deserves to taste himself), lack of dialogue.
Words: 4135
Parts: 1 / 2 / 3? maybe
You click your tongue as your callused hands fold into your lap, admiring the new diamond necklace you had gotten your pretty husband.
"Should've gone with rubies instead" You pout, sarcastically as a shiver ran down Seonghwa's spine. Trailing right to his cock. he looked up at you before you grabbed his upper arm, getting him to his feet again. Slowly standing up, chest to chest as you back him towards the velvet couch. His heart pounded in his ears as his calves hit the edge, sitting slowly down.
"Pretty things should be held still"
He nodded, lips parted as his eyes widened. Shifting his weight to his elbows as he leaned back, lifting those trembling long legs into the air, ankles crossed over one another.
Your hands closed around his ankles, firm and unyielding, fingers curling with a slow possessiveness that made the thin skin there feel fragile under your rings, as if you could snap him in two just by deciding to squeeze a little harder.
Seonghwa, who was trembling and flushed, let out a breath that quivered on his lips, his legs lifting higher in your grip until the red soles of his heels flashed toward the ceiling, obscene and glinting like he was some precious little thing made for display and nothing more.
His thighs shivered as the garters tugged tighter, the lace stretched so thin it bit against his skin, and every tremble made the delicate gold chain around his throat shift just enough to catch the low light, a cruel reminder of who put it there and why..
And you didnât say a word as you dragged your hungry gaze over him, slow and heavy, letting him squirm while you drank in the sight of his body fighting to stay open, stretched, obedient under your hands even as his breath came faster and more broken with every second that passed.
The air in the room was thick, heavy with the bite of expensive whiskey and the lingering smoke from your half-finished cigarette, curling in lazy tendrils that made Seonghwaâs head swim as he struggled to breathe through the weight of your stare and the chain around his neck â and when you finally spoke, your voice was rough, dragging along his skin like sand, each word slow enough to make his stomach twist tight as he choked on another soft, helpless little sound that only made you smile in that dark, thin way that meant you werenât anywhere near where you wanted him.
"Need to get my doll a new pair of Louboutins, the red is scratching away." you rasped, the words thick and almost lazy, like this entire display was barely worth your effort, like he was failing to meet your standards even as he shook in your grip, heels wobbling in the air while your thumbs pressed into the delicate bones at his ankles just hard enough to remind him that he wasnât going anywhere until you allowed it â and your eyes, cold and sharp despite the warmth of the liquor, dragged lower, drinking in the way his body strained against the lace, already damp where it clung too tight. Your lips curl into a smirk as his stomach caves in a bit, trying to catch a breath desperately. almost like he was afraid to catch it. afraid he'd break, flinch.. lose his composure.
Your grip softened, slow and deliberate, as you guided Seonghwa's trembling legs down from the air. The sharp angle eased, ankles uncrossing as Seonghwa let out a breath of relief, his hips untightening. The lace is not digging into his soft skin like daggers anymore.
Your lips found the top of his foot first. Feather-light kiss pressed against skin that still quivered under your breath. Another kiss, his ankle, then up to his calf, sideof his knee. And lastly up to his thigh, where the lace garter stretched thin and left a faint mark.
Seonghwa's chest lifted in a shallow gasp, his nails digging weakly into the velvet beneath him like he didnât know whether to pull away or melt entirely. His thighs shifted, unsteady, as if they didnât trust themselves to hold still under your mouth.
You knelt down slowly, smoothly. Like a king lowering before an offeringâ your hands trailing down the backs of his legs, savoring every tremor, every little flinch he couldnât quite suppress.
You hum, voice low but edged with something warmer now, like admiration wrapped in smoke. Your lips brushed along the sharp line of his knee, your nose grazing the faint imprint of lace against his skin.
"Too pretty to even breathe right now, arenât you?"
His answer came only in the soft, broken sound he tried to swallow, his head tipping back against the couch cushions as his throat worked around nothing.
Your hands slid up, palms broad and steady, flattening against the outside of his thighs, grounding him, claiming him. Your eyes never left his face as you leaned in closer, drinking in the sight of him trying so hard to hold himself together while every inch of him betrayed the effort.
And when your mouth found the inside of his thigh, soft and lingering, Seonghwa shivered so hard his heels scuffed against the couch. His breath hitched.
Your warm lips gently sucking red spots that'd disappear within the next day or so. His thighs tremble as you lower each leg on your shoulders. Looking up at him with sharp eyes. Seonghwa was unable to hold the heavy weight of your hungry eyes and his hips buck involuntarily.
"Look at you," you murmured, voice low and thick like smoke curling in the heavy air.
"Shaking like youâre scared, but youâre still holding still for me. Thatâs sweet."
Seonghwaâs breath hitched, his lashes fluttering as he struggled to meet your eyes. His voice, when it came, was barely there. Breathless and cracked.
"IâI'm not... scared."
Your lips quirked into a slow, teasing smile against his skin. "No? Then whyâre your legs trembling every time I so much as breathe on you?"
His fingers flexed against the couch cushions, desperate for something to anchor him. "Itâsâjust... youâre-" He broke off with a soft, helpless sound when your hands slid higher, spreading warmth and pressure in their wake.
"Too much for you?" you teased, voice dropping lower as you kissed the inside of his thigh, slow and deliberate. "Even when I havenât done anything yet? Poor thing. So sensitive."
Seonghwaâs throat worked around a swallow, his voice tight and strained. "I canâtake it."
You chuckled softly, dark amusement lacing every word. "Oh, I know you can. Pretty things like you are made to take it. Made to be looked at. Touched. Kissed.. Savored" Your teeth grazed lightly against his skin, making him jolt. "Made to tremble for me."
His hands flew up to cover his face, trying to hide the wrecked little sound that escaped him. But you only laughed again, warm and low, as you caught a glimpse of his embarrassed smile.
"Donât hide," you said, tilting your head to catch his wide, dark eyes with yours. "I want to see every little reaction you give me. Every shiver, every breath, every time that stubborn mind cracks a little more."
Seonghwaâs lips parted in a soft gasp, his chest heaving as he tried to gather himself â but the way his body trembled beneath your hands betrayed him all over again. Your smile softened, but your grip stayed firm. "There he is. Thatâs my pretty thing."
He whimpered as your long fingers caught onto the thin straps of the garters as you snapped the tiny silver clasp open. You moved on to peel his lacy panties down his long legs. Despite removing his panties, the heels stayed on. They always did. Pretty dolls like him should always be dressed up.
Seonghwa moved so his hips were angled a bit to the side. One leg falling from your shoulder so he could spread himself more open. His scent consumes your mind before darting your tongue out, slowly licking a stripe from his hole to his perineum. Eyes closing as you pressed the pad of your tongue against him. He shuddered, chest stuttering as heat bloomed low and hot, his body giving itself away with every tremble, every soft gasp that slipped from bitten lips no matter how hard he tried to hold them back. The electrifying feeling of excitement shooting through his body. Precum is already pearling at his tip. A groan rips from your throat, low and guttral as your mouth coaxes him open, slow and relentless, until he is trembling under the weight of your attention, moving a finger up to slowly add to the messy mix. Slow, circling, teasing touches that never pushed too hard. Delicious moans and whimpers fall from Seonghwaâs raw bitten lips. Head bobbing back and forth as he tried shaking his mind away from falling apart.
His thighs strained against your shoulders, torn between pulling away and pressing closer, as you licked deeper, slow and deliberate, tasting every inch like you meant to leave him wrecked just from this alone. His hips bucked involuntarily again, as his eyes glazed over your body, between his legs like this. Teeth sinking into his bottom lips, muffling a needier whimper as you coaxed your middle finger slowly into him. Tongue moving at a pace that would make him go crazy but still keep himself grounded.Â
âSo fucking pretty.. Hwa youâre a fucking starâÂ
The words stained his skin like stubborn stage paint and he gasps, nodding weakly in response as his stomach caved in before he exhaled a long whimper. Impatient and desperate for you to stop treating him like heâs a delicate porcelain doll. Hips roll against your touch needily sucking your finger deeper. A chuckle rips from your throat as your tongue grows more impatient and you pull your finger slowly out before poking at his entrance with an addition.Â
Seonghwaâs body fought the pleasure, his legs shaking under the force of it, but you held him steady, the tension building in every inch of him. The soft moans he tried to suppress only made the air thicken with desperation. His body betrayed him, hips rolling forward, wanting more, unable to stop. The yearning for your body against his grew with every sinful flick of your tongue, chuckling against his sensitive hole as his thighs trembled.
He pulled away slightly, but you followed, your free hand gripping his soft thigh harder, faint nail marks blooming on his skin, leaving a trail of sinful heat behind. His body shook in response.Â
âI want you so bad. Fuck ever since I saw the way you rolled your hips against that fucking chair, pushing your fingers into your mouth like a touch starved slut. You knew I was watching you tonight huh?â
The words hung in the air with an eerie silence and Seonghwa almost mewled in response.Â
âNo I.. I didnât knowâ
Good for you, that Seonghwaâs weakest card would always be the fact that he could never lie to your face. A bitter laugh pushed out of your chest as your fingers pumped slowly in and out of him. Just when he thought heâd break, youâd pull them back out. The push back in was what almost knocked the wind out of his lungs and god.. When youâd scissor them slowly, teasingly.. His eyes rolled back into his skull. Unsure if theyâd ever return as he moaned. The air thickened, swirling between the smell of whiskey, sweat, cigarettes and uncurated sexual tension. You wanted to take it slow, fuck you really did. Wanting to savour your pretty wife like a nicely aged wine but he was making it impossible with those tiny needy sounds.
Pulling your fingers from his fluttering hole as you let your eyes drift over him, savoring every inch, the flush in his cheeks, the tremble in his limbs, the way his breath catches each time you touch him.Â
âLet me make this easier,â you murmur, your voice thick with desire but still gentle. He nods, unsure but trusting. You can see it in the way his lips part in soft anticipation.
With a slow movement, you reach over to the coffee table, hand threading between luxurious boxes for the bottle of lube. The sound is small, almost quiet in the heavy air as you open the cap. Your eyes flick back to his face, watching as he swallows hard, trying to stay composed.
You squeeze the lube onto your fingers, the coolness a sharp contrast against the warmth of your skin. You glide it over him with deliberate care, feeling the slickness spread, your touch smooth but continuously grows needier.. You can feel his body shift beneath your hands, and you know he's trying to hold himself together, but there's no denying the way his body melts under your touch, giving into the sensation.
âYouâre doing good,â you murmur, the words almost a whisper, but they hang heavy between you. Getting up from the cool marble floor as you helped him manoeuvre his body to lay more comfortably against the couch. Taking a pillow to put under his hips. Your lube slicked hand fell to your own belt buckle as you undid it swiftly, not bothering to get completely naked as you pushed the expensive fabric down your thighs. Hand fiddling with the waistband of your boxers. Seonghwa gasps as his body twitches in neediness. His gaze running over your body like youâre the most delicious meal to ever be plated.Â
You push your underwear down to let your swollen cock free, tip slapping against your abdomen softly as you run your hand over it, slicking what's left of the lube on your hand, over it.Â
Looking down at Seonghwa almost makes your patience crumble. Eyebrows furrowed, needy hungry eyes.. The bralette of the expensive lingerie.. The strap that had fallen off his shoulder. Your tip hovers at his entrance, just teasing the edge, and for a moment, everything is still. You feel his body tense, then give in as he exhales a shaky breath. Itâs the softest of movements. Just the barest of pressure, but itâs enough to make your heart race. You push forward, slowly, testing the waters, but the look on his face, that need in his eyes, makes you want to break every last inch of restraint
âDonât hesitate.. I want you (Name)âÂ
Seonghwa reassures as he leaned a bit to grasp your other hand. The tension in the room crackled. A live fire that had only gotten stronger for all the years you two had spent together. Discovering each other. You breathe deeply as your eyes slant a bit, pushing the tip inside slowly. His back arches in response, immediately as a whimper gets pushed out of him, ringing off the marble walls of the hotel suite. Heat pools in both your stomachs as you slowly push more inside, taking small breaks to let Seonghwaâs body catch up.
But â the softness quickly rots and falls away as he has adjusted to your length and catches his breath. The faintest nod and you've got your confirmation to move, and you do. Slow, torturous before the glass overfills and you end up tangled together. Limbs moving and stretching, hands clawing at each other. Seonghwaâs begging;
âMoreâmore, I can take it, I swearââ
Or
âYes, yes, fuckâdonât you fucking dare slow downââ
Seonghwa manages to get his hands to claw up your back, no doubt that he's leaving marks even through your button up shirt. Your hands trail up his legs as you hook one over your shoulder, stilling for a moment as you angle deeper. Your hips lose all their rhythm as pure instinct takes over and the only thing filling the air is desperate sounds of skin slapping skin, needy words and guttural groans.
The pace is almost brutal, seonghwaâs body trembling on the edge of giving into the sweet release knocking at his door. But not without permission first. Of course, he might be deranged but he wasnât ever misbehaving.
âI canât hold itâI canâtâI need to cum⌠please say yes !ââ
Begs rolled off his lips like it was the most natural thing and you groaned as you grabbed his chin before putting your hand back in its place on his waist. Shaking your head, coming to your senses a bit.
âLook at me when you askâ
His breath stutters, chest heaving as his wide, tear-glossed eyes snap up to meet yours, obedient even through the wrecked haze and undeniable frustration.
A raw whimper breaks out, voice cracking, as his hips jerk helplessly but he forces his gaze up like heâs clinging to the last rule keeping him grounded. His lip wobbles, bitten and swollen, and he lets out a shattered moan, tears finally slipping down flushed cheeks as he obeys without thinking. His whole body trembles, thighs quaking, but he nods through the tears, voice hoarse.Â
âPlease⌠please, Iâm lookingâplease let meââ
He chokes on a sob, shoulders shaking as his hands claw at the couch or at your waist â desperate for grounding but still trying to behave. His eyes flutter like they want to roll back again, but he fights to keep them locked on yours, lips parting as another broken plea spills out:Â
â(Name) please.. Feels like i'm gonnaâ breakâ
Your head falls back as your hips stutter despite your efforts to keep your orgasm at bay, teeth sinking into your lip as you curse, hips stuttering. Nobody ever said having such a pretty sub made being dominant so hard. You nod, finally.
âFuck! Okay.. ! Yes.. youâre allowed..!âÂ
Pushing deep as ropes of hot cum filled him whilst making a mess all over himself. Grateful and incoherent thank youâs left his plump lips. Chest heaving with pleasure as you leaned down, letting his leg down from your shoulder. Both of your bodies twitching as the high got ridden out slowly. You kissed his lips for the first time tonight, messily and uncoordinated as you slowly pulled out of him. His body jolts when you fully leave him, overstimulated and empty, and he gasps against your mouth.
You shush him softly, cradling his face as you kiss him again, slower this time, lips lingering.
âSo pretty for me. Youâre all safe sweet boyâ
Tucking yourself into your boxers, messily as you got up on shaky legs, scooping up his fur coat as you wrapped him up in it. Pulling his almost limp body into your strong arms as you carried him to the bathroom. You kiss his temple as you set him down, his legs still trembling where they dangle off the edge of the counter. His eyes are half-lidded, dazed and flushed, but he leans into your touch when your fingers brush his damp hair back from his face.
âYou did so good, baby,â you murmur, voice low and soothing now, a stark contrast to the rough pace from before. Your hands donât stop moving â one stroking down his arm, the other turning the faucet until the water warms just right.
Seonghwa shivers, not from cold but from aftershocks still rippling through him, and youâre already unwrapping the heavy coat from his shoulders, careful not to make him feel too bare too fast. The tub starts to fill, steam curling in the air, and you glance back at him â still watching you with that soft, floaty look, like heâs too tired to speak but too needy to look away. Your chest squeezes at the sight as you undid the hooks of the lingerie, sliding it softly off him like heâs delicate.
âYou with me?â you ask, thumb brushing the hollow of his cheek. He nods, small and sweet, and your heart just crumbles.
âGood. Gonna clean you up now, yeah? Then weâll go back to bed.â
The water ripples as you help him gently ease into the warm bath, his breath shallow. He sinks into the water with a small sigh, leaning back against the edge of the tub, his head tilting to rest against the porcelain. Feet on the opposite side, beside where you leaned. Sliding a hand from his knee and to his inner thigh. Massaging his tense muscles from being held up for so long. His skin is soft under the gentle pressure of your touch.
You leave him for a minute and a trail of whimper echoes from the bathroom, chuckling to yourself as you return with a glass of his favorite wine and a glass of whiskey for yourself.
The air smells like the warmth of the bath and the delicate scent of warm vanilla from the bubbles. Seonghwa looks up at you, eyes half-lidded. Lips parted slightly, an exhausted yet content expression across his face. You hand him the wine glass, careful not to spill a drop, as he takes it from you with a quiet murmur of thanks. He swirls the liquid gently before taking a sip, his eyes fluttering closed at the familiar taste.
You sit beside the tub, your whiskey in hand, leaning against the cool tiles as you watch him slowly relax into the bath. The rhythmic sound of water lapping against the sides of the tub fills the silence, and the faint sound of his soft breathing calms your own.
His fingers play with the stem of his wine glass as you trace small patterns over his frame with your eyes, appreciating the vulnerable beauty of him in this momentâsofter, quieter, and yet still so alluring. You reach out again, your fingers gliding over the curve of his shoulder before slipping back down to his thigh, tracing the muscles there with a slow, deliberate touch.
Seonghwa hums, leaning into your touch, his lips curling into the faintest smile as he exhales deeply. âI didnât expect to feel this... calm,â he murmurs, voice still hoarse but filled with a gentle warmth. He takes another sip of wine, his eyes not leaving yours.
âWhat husband would I be if I didnât take care of you?â you reply softly, your voice barely above a whisper, but it feels louder in the stillness of the room. You sip your whiskey, the smooth burn warming your chest as you set the glass down beside the tub.
âTrue,â he lets out a breathy laugh, his voice a little more steady now. âI love you... so much.â
You smile, feeling the weight of those words settle in your chest. With a tender motion, you run your fingers over the necklace you put on him earlier.
"Just relax. No rush. Youâve got all the time you need," you murmur, feeling your own body relax into the moment. âAnd we both know I love you way moreâ
Seonghwa closes his eyes, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he sinks further into the warm water, his body melting under your touch. The tension from earlier is fading, replaced by the warmth of the bath, the softness of your presence, and the quiet bond between you.
âMâ tired (Name)â He mutters as his eyelids grow heavy. The exhaustion kicked him right in the gut. I mean.. The concert? Team dinner? The intimacy he just shared with his husband?Â
You reach for the towel nearby and gently dab his face with it, your thumb brushing over his lips as you lean in to kiss him softly, a contrast to the heat and intensity that just moments ago filled the room.
Seonghwa melts into the kiss, his hands finding purchase on your shoulders, fingers digging lightly into your skin as if he needs you to hold him, keep him close.
âLetâs get you dry, alright?â you murmur. He nods softly, and you help him stand, your arms supporting him carefully as you wrap him in a soft towel and guide him to the plush bathrobe you had already laid out for him.
You hold him close, letting him lean against you as you lead him back to the bed. Scent of alcohol and sex lingering as you pushed a window open, Getting yourself out of the uncomfortable suit as you got a pair of sweatpants on after quickly wiping yourself down. A bath can wait and you let out a content sigh as you wrap your arms around Seonghwa. Feeling him grow heavier as sleep dragged him in.Â
You smile softly, your fingers gently brushing through his hair, your other hand resting lightly against his back, holding him close. The weight of the night presses gently down on you both, but there's a quiet peace here nowâa kind of stillness that feels like home.
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AN: Idk if i wanna be seonghwa or reader rn. bro i kinda made yself horny writing this what is happening
Songs I listened to - Birthday by Ten, Tutti i miei sbagli by Subsonica, Guilty by TAEMIN, Chained up by VIXX, Danger by TAEMIN, Tempo & Lotto & Artificial lover by EXO, Ride or die & mr rover & amnesia by KAI, tongue tied - KEY
Warnings - Selfindulgent, Sub idol, male reader, messy messy sex. Unprotected? (wrap it even if its a bro), choking? feelings of ownership, lingerie, blurred sub/dom dynamics, male wife seonghwa, unrealistically filthy rich reader. High heel kink? leg kink mention? i don't know honestly, Unapologetic ass eating / rimming, Dirty talk is not my stongsuit but i think i did it well? spare me. please don't throw rocks through my window. mentioned cum eating? (seonghwa deserves to taste himself), lack of dialogue.
Words: 4135
Parts: 1 / 2 / 3? maybe
You click your tongue as your callused hands fold into your lap, admiring the new diamond necklace you had gotten your pretty husband.
"Should've gone with rubies instead" You pout, sarcastically as a shiver ran down Seonghwa's spine. Trailing right to his cock. he looked up at you before you grabbed his upper arm, getting him to his feet again. Slowly standing up, chest to chest as you back him towards the velvet couch. His heart pounded in his ears as his calves hit the edge, sitting slowly down.
"Pretty things should be held still"
He nodded, lips parted as his eyes widened. Shifting his weight to his elbows as he leaned back, lifting those trembling long legs into the air, ankles crossed over one another.
Your hands closed around his ankles, firm and unyielding, fingers curling with a slow possessiveness that made the thin skin there feel fragile under your rings, as if you could snap him in two just by deciding to squeeze a little harder.
Seonghwa, who was trembling and flushed, let out a breath that quivered on his lips, his legs lifting higher in your grip until the red soles of his heels flashed toward the ceiling, obscene and glinting like he was some precious little thing made for display and nothing more.
His thighs shivered as the garters tugged tighter, the lace stretched so thin it bit against his skin, and every tremble made the delicate gold chain around his throat shift just enough to catch the low light, a cruel reminder of who put it there and why..
And you didnât say a word as you dragged your hungry gaze over him, slow and heavy, letting him squirm while you drank in the sight of his body fighting to stay open, stretched, obedient under your hands even as his breath came faster and more broken with every second that passed.
The air in the room was thick, heavy with the bite of expensive whiskey and the lingering smoke from your half-finished cigarette, curling in lazy tendrils that made Seonghwaâs head swim as he struggled to breathe through the weight of your stare and the chain around his neck â and when you finally spoke, your voice was rough, dragging along his skin like sand, each word slow enough to make his stomach twist tight as he choked on another soft, helpless little sound that only made you smile in that dark, thin way that meant you werenât anywhere near where you wanted him.
"Need to get my doll a new pair of Louboutins, the red is scratching away." you rasped, the words thick and almost lazy, like this entire display was barely worth your effort, like he was failing to meet your standards even as he shook in your grip, heels wobbling in the air while your thumbs pressed into the delicate bones at his ankles just hard enough to remind him that he wasnât going anywhere until you allowed it â and your eyes, cold and sharp despite the warmth of the liquor, dragged lower, drinking in the way his body strained against the lace, already damp where it clung too tight. Your lips curl into a smirk as his stomach caves in a bit, trying to catch a breath desperately. almost like he was afraid to catch it. afraid he'd break, flinch.. lose his composure.
Your grip softened, slow and deliberate, as you guided Seonghwa's trembling legs down from the air. The sharp angle eased, ankles uncrossing as Seonghwa let out a breath of relief, his hips untightening. The lace is not digging into his soft skin like daggers anymore.
Your lips found the top of his foot first. Feather-light kiss pressed against skin that still quivered under your breath. Another kiss, his ankle, then up to his calf, sideof his knee. And lastly up to his thigh, where the lace garter stretched thin and left a faint mark.
Seonghwa's chest lifted in a shallow gasp, his nails digging weakly into the velvet beneath him like he didnât know whether to pull away or melt entirely. His thighs shifted, unsteady, as if they didnât trust themselves to hold still under your mouth.
You knelt down slowly, smoothly. Like a king lowering before an offeringâ your hands trailing down the backs of his legs, savoring every tremor, every little flinch he couldnât quite suppress.
You hum, voice low but edged with something warmer now, like admiration wrapped in smoke. Your lips brushed along the sharp line of his knee, your nose grazing the faint imprint of lace against his skin.
"Too pretty to even breathe right now, arenât you?"
His answer came only in the soft, broken sound he tried to swallow, his head tipping back against the couch cushions as his throat worked around nothing.
Your hands slid up, palms broad and steady, flattening against the outside of his thighs, grounding him, claiming him. Your eyes never left his face as you leaned in closer, drinking in the sight of him trying so hard to hold himself together while every inch of him betrayed the effort.
And when your mouth found the inside of his thigh, soft and lingering, Seonghwa shivered so hard his heels scuffed against the couch. His breath hitched.
Your warm lips gently sucking red spots that'd disappear within the next day or so. His thighs tremble as you lower each leg on your shoulders. Looking up at him with sharp eyes. Seonghwa was unable to hold the heavy weight of your hungry eyes and his hips buck involuntarily.
"Look at you," you murmured, voice low and thick like smoke curling in the heavy air.
"Shaking like youâre scared, but youâre still holding still for me. Thatâs sweet."
Seonghwaâs breath hitched, his lashes fluttering as he struggled to meet your eyes. His voice, when it came, was barely there. Breathless and cracked.
"IâI'm not... scared."
Your lips quirked into a slow, teasing smile against his skin. "No? Then whyâre your legs trembling every time I so much as breathe on you?"
His fingers flexed against the couch cushions, desperate for something to anchor him. "Itâsâjust... youâre-" He broke off with a soft, helpless sound when your hands slid higher, spreading warmth and pressure in their wake.
"Too much for you?" you teased, voice dropping lower as you kissed the inside of his thigh, slow and deliberate. "Even when I havenât done anything yet? Poor thing. So sensitive."
Seonghwaâs throat worked around a swallow, his voice tight and strained. "I canâtake it."
You chuckled softly, dark amusement lacing every word. "Oh, I know you can. Pretty things like you are made to take it. Made to be looked at. Touched. Kissed.. Savored" Your teeth grazed lightly against his skin, making him jolt. "Made to tremble for me."
His hands flew up to cover his face, trying to hide the wrecked little sound that escaped him. But you only laughed again, warm and low, as you caught a glimpse of his embarrassed smile.
"Donât hide," you said, tilting your head to catch his wide, dark eyes with yours. "I want to see every little reaction you give me. Every shiver, every breath, every time that stubborn mind cracks a little more."
Seonghwaâs lips parted in a soft gasp, his chest heaving as he tried to gather himself â but the way his body trembled beneath your hands betrayed him all over again. Your smile softened, but your grip stayed firm. "There he is. Thatâs my pretty thing."
He whimpered as your long fingers caught onto the thin straps of the garters as you snapped the tiny silver clasp open. You moved on to peel his lacy panties down his long legs. Despite removing his panties, the heels stayed on. They always did. Pretty dolls like him should always be dressed up.
Seonghwa moved so his hips were angled a bit to the side. One leg falling from your shoulder so he could spread himself more open. His scent consumes your mind before darting your tongue out, slowly licking a stripe from his hole to his perineum. Eyes closing as you pressed the pad of your tongue against him. He shuddered, chest stuttering as heat bloomed low and hot, his body giving itself away with every tremble, every soft gasp that slipped from bitten lips no matter how hard he tried to hold them back. The electrifying feeling of excitement shooting through his body. Precum is already pearling at his tip. A groan rips from your throat, low and guttral as your mouth coaxes him open, slow and relentless, until he is trembling under the weight of your attention, moving a finger up to slowly add to the messy mix. Slow, circling, teasing touches that never pushed too hard. Delicious moans and whimpers fall from Seonghwaâs raw bitten lips. Head bobbing back and forth as he tried shaking his mind away from falling apart.
His thighs strained against your shoulders, torn between pulling away and pressing closer, as you licked deeper, slow and deliberate, tasting every inch like you meant to leave him wrecked just from this alone. His hips bucked involuntarily again, as his eyes glazed over your body, between his legs like this. Teeth sinking into his bottom lips, muffling a needier whimper as you coaxed your middle finger slowly into him. Tongue moving at a pace that would make him go crazy but still keep himself grounded.Â
âSo fucking pretty.. Hwa youâre a fucking starâÂ
The words stained his skin like stubborn stage paint and he gasps, nodding weakly in response as his stomach caved in before he exhaled a long whimper. Impatient and desperate for you to stop treating him like heâs a delicate porcelain doll. Hips roll against your touch needily sucking your finger deeper. A chuckle rips from your throat as your tongue grows more impatient and you pull your finger slowly out before poking at his entrance with an addition.Â
Seonghwaâs body fought the pleasure, his legs shaking under the force of it, but you held him steady, the tension building in every inch of him. The soft moans he tried to suppress only made the air thicken with desperation. His body betrayed him, hips rolling forward, wanting more, unable to stop. The yearning for your body against his grew with every sinful flick of your tongue, chuckling against his sensitive hole as his thighs trembled.
He pulled away slightly, but you followed, your free hand gripping his soft thigh harder, faint nail marks blooming on his skin, leaving a trail of sinful heat behind. His body shook in response.Â
âI want you so bad. Fuck ever since I saw the way you rolled your hips against that fucking chair, pushing your fingers into your mouth like a touch starved slut. You knew I was watching you tonight huh?â
The words hung in the air with an eerie silence and Seonghwa almost mewled in response.Â
âNo I.. I didnât knowâ
Good for you, that Seonghwaâs weakest card would always be the fact that he could never lie to your face. A bitter laugh pushed out of your chest as your fingers pumped slowly in and out of him. Just when he thought heâd break, youâd pull them back out. The push back in was what almost knocked the wind out of his lungs and god.. When youâd scissor them slowly, teasingly.. His eyes rolled back into his skull. Unsure if theyâd ever return as he moaned. The air thickened, swirling between the smell of whiskey, sweat, cigarettes and uncurated sexual tension. You wanted to take it slow, fuck you really did. Wanting to savour your pretty wife like a nicely aged wine but he was making it impossible with those tiny needy sounds.
Pulling your fingers from his fluttering hole as you let your eyes drift over him, savoring every inch, the flush in his cheeks, the tremble in his limbs, the way his breath catches each time you touch him.Â
âLet me make this easier,â you murmur, your voice thick with desire but still gentle. He nods, unsure but trusting. You can see it in the way his lips part in soft anticipation.
With a slow movement, you reach over to the coffee table, hand threading between luxurious boxes for the bottle of lube. The sound is small, almost quiet in the heavy air as you open the cap. Your eyes flick back to his face, watching as he swallows hard, trying to stay composed.
You squeeze the lube onto your fingers, the coolness a sharp contrast against the warmth of your skin. You glide it over him with deliberate care, feeling the slickness spread, your touch smooth but continuously grows needier.. You can feel his body shift beneath your hands, and you know he's trying to hold himself together, but there's no denying the way his body melts under your touch, giving into the sensation.
âYouâre doing good,â you murmur, the words almost a whisper, but they hang heavy between you. Getting up from the cool marble floor as you helped him manoeuvre his body to lay more comfortably against the couch. Taking a pillow to put under his hips. Your lube slicked hand fell to your own belt buckle as you undid it swiftly, not bothering to get completely naked as you pushed the expensive fabric down your thighs. Hand fiddling with the waistband of your boxers. Seonghwa gasps as his body twitches in neediness. His gaze running over your body like youâre the most delicious meal to ever be plated.Â
You push your underwear down to let your swollen cock free, tip slapping against your abdomen softly as you run your hand over it, slicking what's left of the lube on your hand, over it.Â
Looking down at Seonghwa almost makes your patience crumble. Eyebrows furrowed, needy hungry eyes.. The bralette of the expensive lingerie.. The strap that had fallen off his shoulder. Your tip hovers at his entrance, just teasing the edge, and for a moment, everything is still. You feel his body tense, then give in as he exhales a shaky breath. Itâs the softest of movements. Just the barest of pressure, but itâs enough to make your heart race. You push forward, slowly, testing the waters, but the look on his face, that need in his eyes, makes you want to break every last inch of restraint
âDonât hesitate.. I want you (Name)âÂ
Seonghwa reassures as he leaned a bit to grasp your other hand. The tension in the room crackled. A live fire that had only gotten stronger for all the years you two had spent together. Discovering each other. You breathe deeply as your eyes slant a bit, pushing the tip inside slowly. His back arches in response, immediately as a whimper gets pushed out of him, ringing off the marble walls of the hotel suite. Heat pools in both your stomachs as you slowly push more inside, taking small breaks to let Seonghwaâs body catch up.
But â the softness quickly rots and falls away as he has adjusted to your length and catches his breath. The faintest nod and you've got your confirmation to move, and you do. Slow, torturous before the glass overfills and you end up tangled together. Limbs moving and stretching, hands clawing at each other. Seonghwaâs begging;
âMoreâmore, I can take it, I swearââ
Or
âYes, yes, fuckâdonât you fucking dare slow downââ
Seonghwa manages to get his hands to claw up your back, no doubt that he's leaving marks even through your button up shirt. Your hands trail up his legs as you hook one over your shoulder, stilling for a moment as you angle deeper. Your hips lose all their rhythm as pure instinct takes over and the only thing filling the air is desperate sounds of skin slapping skin, needy words and guttural groans.
The pace is almost brutal, seonghwaâs body trembling on the edge of giving into the sweet release knocking at his door. But not without permission first. Of course, he might be deranged but he wasnât ever misbehaving.
âI canât hold itâI canâtâI need to cum⌠please say yes !ââ
Begs rolled off his lips like it was the most natural thing and you groaned as you grabbed his chin before putting your hand back in its place on his waist. Shaking your head, coming to your senses a bit.
âLook at me when you askâ
His breath stutters, chest heaving as his wide, tear-glossed eyes snap up to meet yours, obedient even through the wrecked haze and undeniable frustration.
A raw whimper breaks out, voice cracking, as his hips jerk helplessly but he forces his gaze up like heâs clinging to the last rule keeping him grounded. His lip wobbles, bitten and swollen, and he lets out a shattered moan, tears finally slipping down flushed cheeks as he obeys without thinking. His whole body trembles, thighs quaking, but he nods through the tears, voice hoarse.Â
âPlease⌠please, Iâm lookingâplease let meââ
He chokes on a sob, shoulders shaking as his hands claw at the couch or at your waist â desperate for grounding but still trying to behave. His eyes flutter like they want to roll back again, but he fights to keep them locked on yours, lips parting as another broken plea spills out:Â
â(Name) please.. Feels like i'm gonnaâ breakâ
Your head falls back as your hips stutter despite your efforts to keep your orgasm at bay, teeth sinking into your lip as you curse, hips stuttering. Nobody ever said having such a pretty sub made being dominant so hard. You nod, finally.
âFuck! Okay.. ! Yes.. youâre allowed..!âÂ
Pushing deep as ropes of hot cum filled him whilst making a mess all over himself. Grateful and incoherent thank youâs left his plump lips. Chest heaving with pleasure as you leaned down, letting his leg down from your shoulder. Both of your bodies twitching as the high got ridden out slowly. You kissed his lips for the first time tonight, messily and uncoordinated as you slowly pulled out of him. His body jolts when you fully leave him, overstimulated and empty, and he gasps against your mouth.
You shush him softly, cradling his face as you kiss him again, slower this time, lips lingering.
âSo pretty for me. Youâre all safe sweet boyâ
Tucking yourself into your boxers, messily as you got up on shaky legs, scooping up his fur coat as you wrapped him up in it. Pulling his almost limp body into your strong arms as you carried him to the bathroom. You kiss his temple as you set him down, his legs still trembling where they dangle off the edge of the counter. His eyes are half-lidded, dazed and flushed, but he leans into your touch when your fingers brush his damp hair back from his face.
âYou did so good, baby,â you murmur, voice low and soothing now, a stark contrast to the rough pace from before. Your hands donât stop moving â one stroking down his arm, the other turning the faucet until the water warms just right.
Seonghwa shivers, not from cold but from aftershocks still rippling through him, and youâre already unwrapping the heavy coat from his shoulders, careful not to make him feel too bare too fast. The tub starts to fill, steam curling in the air, and you glance back at him â still watching you with that soft, floaty look, like heâs too tired to speak but too needy to look away. Your chest squeezes at the sight as you undid the hooks of the lingerie, sliding it softly off him like heâs delicate.
âYou with me?â you ask, thumb brushing the hollow of his cheek. He nods, small and sweet, and your heart just crumbles.
âGood. Gonna clean you up now, yeah? Then weâll go back to bed.â
The water ripples as you help him gently ease into the warm bath, his breath shallow. He sinks into the water with a small sigh, leaning back against the edge of the tub, his head tilting to rest against the porcelain. Feet on the opposite side, beside where you leaned. Sliding a hand from his knee and to his inner thigh. Massaging his tense muscles from being held up for so long. His skin is soft under the gentle pressure of your touch.
You leave him for a minute and a trail of whimper echoes from the bathroom, chuckling to yourself as you return with a glass of his favorite wine and a glass of whiskey for yourself.
The air smells like the warmth of the bath and the delicate scent of warm vanilla from the bubbles. Seonghwa looks up at you, eyes half-lidded. Lips parted slightly, an exhausted yet content expression across his face. You hand him the wine glass, careful not to spill a drop, as he takes it from you with a quiet murmur of thanks. He swirls the liquid gently before taking a sip, his eyes fluttering closed at the familiar taste.
You sit beside the tub, your whiskey in hand, leaning against the cool tiles as you watch him slowly relax into the bath. The rhythmic sound of water lapping against the sides of the tub fills the silence, and the faint sound of his soft breathing calms your own.
His fingers play with the stem of his wine glass as you trace small patterns over his frame with your eyes, appreciating the vulnerable beauty of him in this momentâsofter, quieter, and yet still so alluring. You reach out again, your fingers gliding over the curve of his shoulder before slipping back down to his thigh, tracing the muscles there with a slow, deliberate touch.
Seonghwa hums, leaning into your touch, his lips curling into the faintest smile as he exhales deeply. âI didnât expect to feel this... calm,â he murmurs, voice still hoarse but filled with a gentle warmth. He takes another sip of wine, his eyes not leaving yours.
âWhat husband would I be if I didnât take care of you?â you reply softly, your voice barely above a whisper, but it feels louder in the stillness of the room. You sip your whiskey, the smooth burn warming your chest as you set the glass down beside the tub.
âTrue,â he lets out a breathy laugh, his voice a little more steady now. âI love you... so much.â
You smile, feeling the weight of those words settle in your chest. With a tender motion, you run your fingers over the necklace you put on him earlier.
"Just relax. No rush. Youâve got all the time you need," you murmur, feeling your own body relax into the moment. âAnd we both know I love you way moreâ
Seonghwa closes his eyes, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he sinks further into the warm water, his body melting under your touch. The tension from earlier is fading, replaced by the warmth of the bath, the softness of your presence, and the quiet bond between you.
âMâ tired (Name)â He mutters as his eyelids grow heavy. The exhaustion kicked him right in the gut. I mean.. The concert? Team dinner? The intimacy he just shared with his husband?Â
You reach for the towel nearby and gently dab his face with it, your thumb brushing over his lips as you lean in to kiss him softly, a contrast to the heat and intensity that just moments ago filled the room.
Seonghwa melts into the kiss, his hands finding purchase on your shoulders, fingers digging lightly into your skin as if he needs you to hold him, keep him close.
âLetâs get you dry, alright?â you murmur. He nods softly, and you help him stand, your arms supporting him carefully as you wrap him in a soft towel and guide him to the plush bathrobe you had already laid out for him.
You hold him close, letting him lean against you as you lead him back to the bed. Scent of alcohol and sex lingering as you pushed a window open, Getting yourself out of the uncomfortable suit as you got a pair of sweatpants on after quickly wiping yourself down. A bath can wait and you let out a content sigh as you wrap your arms around Seonghwa. Feeling him grow heavier as sleep dragged him in.Â
You smile softly, your fingers gently brushing through his hair, your other hand resting lightly against his back, holding him close. The weight of the night presses gently down on you both, but there's a quiet peace here nowâa kind of stillness that feels like home.
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AN: Idk if i wanna be seonghwa or reader rn. bro i kinda made yself horny writing this what is happening
Songs I listened to - Birthday by Ten, Tutti i miei sbagli by Subsonica, Guilty by TAEMIN, Chained up by VIXX, Danger by TAEMIN, Tempo & Lotto & Artificial lover by EXO, Ride or die & mr rover & amnesia by KAI, tongue tied - KEY
