not yet
pairing: hongjoong x f!reader
tags: smut, implied polyteez, slight marking kink, slight oral fixation, riding, tiny bit of overstimulation
a/n: this was inspired by a dream i had, and i had written down a summary, and a small blurb. decided to finish it while i work on a polyteez fic. im honestly kinda tired of looking at, and i know if i look any longer i’ll never post it. it’s also one of the first things ive written in almost 2 years so hopefully it’s not trash :’)
It’s warm.
That was the first thought that trickled into your consciousness. You frowned to yourself, realizing that meant you were waking up; something that you weren’t ready to do yet.
You forced your eyes to stay closed, snuggling closer to the warmth next to you- Hongjoong. Now you really didn’t want to get up, far too content with being pressed up against his side with one of his arms holding you close. You could already feel yourself drifting back to sleep, comforted by his presence.
The sound of your name pulls you back from it, and your brain is just conscious enough to manage registering the voice as San’s.
“Mm?” is all you can manage, not awake enough to form actual words yet.
“Can you come cuddle with me?” he whispers, though he sounds louder in the quiet of the bedroom.
There’s a brief moment of annoyance that flashes through you, bothered that he woke up just to cuddle. But when you manage to crack open an eyes to peek up at him, you can’t deny his request. He looks like he also just woke up, his hair is the definition of bed head, and his lips are forming a pout you can’t resist. He has himself wrapped in a blanket, one that looks soft and could easily fit the both of you. You decide it wouldn’t be so bad to leave the comfort of one boy to join another's.
“Okay, give me a few,” you mumble in agreement, closing your eyes and nodding. You listen to him shuffle out of the room, closing the door behind him to muffle the sounds of the other members being active outside of the room.
After a few moments you force yourself to get up, knowing that any longer and you would risk falling back asleep. You carefully start to detach yourself from Hongjoong, who is still sound asleep, and you feel guilty for leaving him like this.
Normally waking him wouldn’t be a concern, as he tends to sleep heavily. But of course this time you fell asleep next to the wall, adding the extra task of needing to climb over him in order to get out of the room.
You somehow manage to wiggle out of his grasp and the blankets, gingerly crawling over him and make it to the other side of the bed. One foot just barely touches the ground when he stirs, blindly grabbing at you.
“Noo,” he mumbles groggily, catching your arms and pulling you towards his chest with alarming strength for someone who is hardly conscious.
“Sorry Joongie,” you reluctantly push away from his chest the best you can manage. “I gotta get up.”
“Not yet.”
“San’s waiting for me,” you explain as you try to push yourself back up. He relents after a moment, letting you sit up on top of him.
He opens his eyes just enough to see you, pouting when he realizes you’re leaving him, and your chest clenches with guilt at the sight. You lean down to press a kiss to his lips, hoping to earn some forgiveness with the gesture.
Hongjoong decides a simple peck is not enough, however. His hands cup your face as he deepens the kiss, and you try to ignore the heat that shoots straight to your core.
Your brain reminds you of san, waiting for you in just the other room, but your body melts into Hongjoong’s. You can feel his smile against your lips, silently celebrating his small victory. When San says something later- which you know he will- you’ll be sure to let him know it was Hongjoong’s fault.
You break away to trail kisses along his jaw, slowly making your way down his neck before sucking new marks there. His hands find your hips, grinding you against his already hard cock, causing you to whine against his skin at the feeling.
After a few moments, you sit up enough to take a look at your handiwork, satisfied with the hickeys you left behind to replace the fading ones from the last time you had your way with his neck.
Hongjoong tugs you back down, hand cupping the back of your neck as he presses open mouthed kisses along your skin, returning the gesture. The feeling of his mouth sucking hickeys along the side of your throat makes you moan, turned on even more by the thought of him marking you.
You need him inside of you suddenly, and thankfully he’s on the same page. The two of you work almost franticly together to remove the minimum amount of clothing in order to make that happen. His sweatpants and boxers are shoved out of the way, while he pushes your panties to the side- not even bothering to take them off at this point. You lean forward as he lines himself up with your soaking pussy, more than wet enough to take him all the way at once. Instead his hands tighten around your waist, guiding you down his length at an excruciatingly slow pace.
When you finally bottom out, you stay still like that for a moment, only the sounds of your heavy pants filling the room while you take the time to appreciate just how good he feels. Hongjoong wraps his arms around you, holding you in place as you press your foreheads together, sighing in pure ecstasy at the feeling of your walls tightening around his cock while he throbs inside of you.
He adjusts his head to start kissing your neck again, slow and sensual kisses that make your skin feel like it's caught on fire wherever he presses his lips. You whine softly as you try to roll your hips, but he keeps you pressed against him, much to your dismay. He doesn’t seem to notice- or care, if he does- instead continuing on trailing burning kisses along any exposed skin he can reach in this position, working you up more and more with each touch.
You clench around him- involuntarily or not, you aren’t sure honestly- causing him to groan against your throat. He thrusts up into you slowly then, pushing a breathless moan from you.
He fucks you like that, leisurely and pinned against him so he can alternate between kissing and nipping at your skin. All you can do is take it, moaning and mewling into his ear as softly as you can manage.
Despite the frustratingly slow pace, your orgasm builds rapidly as he rolls his hips just the right way every single time. That, paired with him mouthing at your throat and murmuring encouraging praises in your ear, has you on the verge of falling apart much quicker than you’re ready for.
Hongjoong knows you’re close and loosens his hold on you, so that you’re able to sit up enough to snake one of your hands between your bodies. Your fingertips just barely brush against your clit, when his hand grabs the back of your neck to pull you into a searing kiss. Just in time, successfully muffling your moan as you start to come undone.
The combination of his slow thrusts mixed with the pressure of your fingers swirling around your clit has you seeing stars. You have no idea if you’re being too loud, or if you’re making any noise at all; you can’t anything over the sound of your heartbeat pounding rapidly in your ears, but you don’t care either way.
You sit up fully, planting your free hand on Hongjoong’s chest so you can ride him through your orgasm, your fingers never stopping their frantic circles. He uses one hand to help you rock against him, his other one hooking two fingers into your open mouth. The weight of his fingertips pressing down on your tongue prompts you to swirl it around them- and you aren’t aware because you’re too caught up in your own bliss, but it was a successful attempt at distracting your mouth from letting out any more of your lust filled moans.
The sight of you riding him, your hand touching yourself while his hand muffles your mewls, has Hongjoong tipping over the edge he had been teetering on. He bites his lip to stifle his groan as he comes undone inside of you, the feeling of you clenching around him while you ride out the end of your orgasm prolongs his own.
You feel warm as he fills you, sighing around his digits as you start to come down from your high. His hand falls from your mouth to grab your waist, fingernails biting into your skin as a signal that he’s reached his end. You give one last roll of your hips, earning an overstimulated moan and a harsh slap to your ass from him.
He chooses to ignore your cheeky smirk, and wordlessly pulls you back down by your arms. His fingers brush through your hair as you rest your cheek on his chest, listening to his heartbeat start to regulate.
“San’s waiting, right? you should get up.” The sound of Hongjoong’s voice jolts you awake- you hadn’t even realized you started to drift off.
You groan, pressing your face into his chest, and weakly slapping at his shoulder. After a moment, you grumble into the fabric of his shirt.
“Not yet.”