House Tour
hongjoong x AFAB!reader
smut - mdni
word count: 8.9k
take your shoes off - boredom at your fashion designer boyfriend’s house leads to a very eventful night for the both of you.
TRIGGER WARNING: dom!hongjoong (maybe even mean), slightly bratty! reader (i can’t help it, it’s built in me), brattamer!hongjoong, dirty talk, swearing, begging, pet names (baby), kissing, unprotected p in v (do NOT), f receiving oral, choking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, captain kink, crying, possessiveness, m receiving oral, crying, fluids mentioned, biting, teasing, scratching, submission, name calling, grabbing, praise (good girl), sharing clothes, bad humor
let me know if i missed any! i wrote this and kind of feel eh about it but like… i wrote it? so i might as well post it. okay, love you, bye! ♡
There were only so many ways to fill the time.
Tiktok and Youtube could only do so much before everything felt repetitive. One video would bleed into the next and you couldn’t separate storytimes from one another.
Doom scrolling was a bad habit, but you had been alone for so long now that even that couldn’t help keep your mind occupied.
Your friends were busy, all out having their own lives while you sat at your boyfriend, Hongjoong’s, house.
Alone.
Even he had a schedule. You knew he was a busy man, he had been meeting with designers to help make a second collection for his fashion brand. You didn’t fault him for that. You loved his work and you saw how happy it made him when his sketches came to life.
You loved seeing him happy.
You loved him.
But, at this current moment, you would do anything to have him by your side.
You didn’t have your car and you didn’t feel like spending whatever money it would take to go anywhere, not that you had any desire to go anywhere.
It had reached a point that your phone was so dry and you hadn’t had human interaction for hours that you were beginning to question if you were even still on Earth.
Or living.
There was even an hour when you had convinced yourself that you were actually in some sort of purgatory and that’s why you didn’t have the cell reception to receive any texts from anyone.
Before you could fully spiral and storm the neighborhood surrounding your boyfriend’s house to find some sort of life, he had sent you a text.
“Hmm, maybe people actually just hate me.” you questioned yourself before sliding to unlock your phone.
“My meeting ran a little late. I’ll be home soon, my love.”
That text came in nearly two hours ago.
You know because you had been patiently waiting in the living room, watching the clock to make sure you could meet him as soon as he walked in.
Yes, you were that bored.
Your head fell onto the back of the couch with a huff as you realized just how pathetic you probably looked. Like a dog waiting for its owner.
You pushed yourself from your relaxed position to make your way to his bedroom where you had been living in for this entire week.
He knew he’d have very little free time and wanted to see you as much as possible, so he asked for a long term sleepover. That way, every minute he had to himself you would be there and could spend as much time together without having to worry about picking you up or dropping you off.
He said that it was just a waste of precious time that you both could use to be together.
His house was exponentially better than yours, so it was a pretty easy answer.
Typically he wasn’t this busy, the two of you got to spend mornings and nights together and have little dates in between.
He had apologized at the start of the week, promising he’d do everything in his power to make it up to you the second he could.
You waved him off, you weren’t typically a clingy person but having your time limited with him had started to make your skin crawl.
You missed his cheesy jokes and his little ramblings about things he was working on.
You missed him explaining things that you would never use again in your life or be able to fully understand.
You missed him.
You would get maybe an hour or two tops with him every day when he got home before he was down for the count.
Once you reached the top of the stairs, your energy had drained. Your body felt tired and weak, as if your life source depended on those little interactions.
You felt needy and you hated it.
Worst of all, the two of you had barely been able to have any type of bedroom fun for the past few days. Which wasn’t helping.
Sex was never an issue in your relationship, he was very generous with making sure you were never hungry in that department. But with all his back to back meetings with artists and designers, he was always so exhausted when he did finally make it home.
And you weren’t selfish, you would never ignore his emotional state to satisfy your own needs.
In fact, you hadn’t really thought about it much until now.
But now that you had-
The sun was only just beginning to set outside, you figured it was still early enough that he wouldn’t mind a surprise for when he did eventually get home.
With newfound giddiness, you rushed to his bedroom and opened the top drawer in the dresser he had designated to your things.
He had offered to build you your own closet or give you his, but you figured that would be more of something that seemed logical if you were living there. Not just staying every once in a while.
You called it your dresser, but in reality, it was filled with things that Hongjoong had purchased for you.
When the two of you had first started seeing each other, you were a little hesitant whenever he decided to spend his money on you. You didn’t come from money and anytime anyone had “gifted” you something before, it came with conditions.
It took many, many politely rejected gifts and countless discussions about how much he genuinely enjoyed doing it for you to eventually give in.
And when you did, he went a little crazy.
You knew that half of the things you currently had your grubby little hands on were worth more than a month’s rent at your apartment.
Anytime you had worn something he had purchased, it always felt like it should’ve belonged to someone else. Someone who was worthy of it.
That also took some time (mixed with convincing) and praise from Hongjoong to help you get over.
You knew exactly what you were looking for, you were a woman on a mission.
He had gifted you a lingerie set months back that had yet seen the light of day. You promised to him you’d wear it on a special occasion, considering it was something that was meant to be worn under something. Not just on its own.
It was a black set, almost completely sheer apart from the lace brimming the tops of the bra and bottom of the panties. The same lace that matched the garter belt to connect to thigh high stocking.
He disagreed, but you laid out an entire storyline of how much better it would be if he was surprised by the set while he undressed you. Like unwrapping a gift.
He had offered to take you out that same night but you stood your ground. Calling him impatient and telling him good things come to those who wait.
But now?
Fuck waiting.
You were impatient and wanted a good thing to come now.
It took you no time to shed his shirt and replace it with the outfit, anxiously sitting on his bed as if he would walk in the second you were done.
Unfortunately for you, he hadn’t.
Unfortunately for you, his location hadn’t seemed to have moved from where it had been for the last few hours.
You sighed, flopping back onto the bed. Not only did you feel needy and impatient but now you were cold.
You turned your head to face the doorway of his closet, smiling as you thought of a new way to cure your boredom.
The lights immediately switched on the second your feet had touched the floor, wall to wall racks of his clothing surrounding you and the island in the center of the seemingly neverending closet space.
You knew that he had a lot of clothing, but this was more than you could possibly fathom.
“It’s like Mary Poppin’s bag, but in closet form.” you muttered to yourself as you picked a side and started looking through the racks.
Your fingers grazed over endless bundles of clothing, color coded suits with their matching pants hung alongside one another. You ran your hands down the line before stopping at a random red plaid jacket, quickly and carefully taking it from its hanger and throwing it on.
It hung from your shoulders, the extra material of the sleeves hanging over your hands as you sprinted to his floor length mirror. Your head tilted, “No, it should be black.”
You rushed to the section of black, using both your hands to separate the rack and take in each one.
“What would he even wear this to?” you asked, pinching a black and white checkered suit before pushing it away to reveal a black pinstriped one just behind it.
Your eyes lit up, placing it on you and heading back to the mirror.
“I should keep this.” you said, wrapping it shut before spinning and looking back at how it sat against your legs. “I feel like a mob boss.” you chuckled, your eyes scanning for the shelves of hats you knew he had.
You tried on a few different styles, creating characters for each one. You found a dark grey pageboy hat, one that you had seen him wear many times, placing it on your head before throwing your hair to the front of your shoulders.
“You come to me- on this- the day I am so bored and horny and ask me for a favor?” you mocked into the mirror, your lips downturned before taking a moment and walking to the island.
“Needs a tie.” you sighed, not even fully remembering why you had started this in the first place.
Black silk was a must, you decided, grabbing one at random and wrapping it around your neck.
You had seen Hongjoong do it enough times that it couldn’t have been that hard. Or so you thought.
You bit at your tongue, looping the material over itself and attempting to make it resemble somewhat of a knot. Your hair fell into your eyes as you grew increasingly frustrated, huffing as your hands slapped down against your bare thighs.
“Need a hand?” a voice came from behind you.
You screamed, shutting the jacket and spinning back to your very amused boyfriend leaning with his arms folded against the doorway. “Having fun?” he smirked, taking in your flustered state as you placed a hand to your chest to attempt to steady your heart.
“Don’t scare me like that!” you yelped, picking up a discarded hat and throwing it near his direction. Missing him completely.
He laughed, his face falling to the floor as he pushed himself from the frame. “I called for you many times. When you didn’t answer I assumed you were just sleeping up here but I see that is very much not the case.” he walked towards you, extending his arms to pull you into him.
He dug his nose into your hair, inhaling deeply while wrapping his arms tightly around your waist. “I missed you.” he mumbled against you.
“I missed you too.” You sighed happily, nuzzling your face against his chest.
Every hour of boredom erased from your mind for every second he held you.
“Miss me so much you wanted to be me?” he pulled back to smile down at you, a hand moving to grab at the loose tie around your neck. He idly knotted it as you watched him in awe. No matter how long the two of you had been together, you still felt like you were dreaming whenever you were this close to him.
You didn’t understand how someone could be this perfect, this handsome, this talented and want to be with you. The person who had just been doing bad mobster impressions in the mirror a few minutes ago.
“There. Now you’re me.” he beamed, trailing his fingers down the tie and against the front of the jacket. His eyes followed, “Although, I would probably be wearing pants.”
“If you wear what I have on under this suit, then we have to have a discussion on why I haven’t seen it sooner.” you breathe out a laugh, pulling yourself back to look at him directly.
He knitted his brows in confusion, tiling his head as he played with the end of the tie, “What do you-“
His sentence cut short at the sight of lace peaking just out of the lapel.
You could physically see his pupil dilate, his body frozen as his face straightened. He knew exactly what you had on. He was very aware of the lingerie set he constantly begged you to wear.
He didn’t beg for anything. Ever.
His fingers tightened a bit on the silk tie, “Open it.”
You knew that tone, that was his “I’m being polite now, but do not push it” tone. It was one of your favorite tones he had.
Your eager hands shook as you unhooked yourself from him to untuck the jacket from under your arms. His sharp intake of breath in time with the jacket falling open.
He groaned, “What did I do to deserve you?”
“I don’t know, but you must have been terrible in a past life.” you joked, pushing up on your toes as you wrapped your hands around the back of his neck.
“What I did back then is nowhere close to what I’m going to do to you now.” he cooed.
His lips crashed against yours, one hand pulling the tie to lift you up to him as the other found your hip. His fingers rubbed along the patterns of the lace as he brought your bottom lip between his teeth.
You gasped, his grip tightening as he pressed against you. He took the moment to slide his tongue into your mouth, massaging it against your own. His breathing had picked up, fingers bruising against the skin of your waist as he pulled back taking a string of saliva with him.
“I’ve been so selfish lately.” he stated softly, his nose tracing alongside yours as you whimpered in response. “You’ve been waiting here for me every day, taking the stress from my shoulders just by being yourself without a complaint.” he distanced from you, the tie lifting in his hand as he used it to walk you towards the island.
“You’ve been so good for me.” His voice was light, but his eyes were dark. He snapped his wrist towards his chest, flinging you into him by the neck as your hands caught on his biceps.
His face hovered above you, “I think you deserve a thank you, don’t you?”
You didn’t know what the thank you was but you nodded vigorously, excited to find out. He chuckled to himself, releasing the tie as it fell between your breasts. His hands traced down over your hips before back up to your waist, gripping it tightly and pushing you up to sit on top of the island.
You squeaked as your nearly bare ass hit the cool marble top of it, eyes wide as your hands continued to clutch to his body.
A smile tore across his face, his hands moving under his jacket to slide the material from your arms. It fell back against the island and he spread it out like a makeshift blanket behind you. “Lay back, baby, let Captain take care of you today.” his palm pressed against your chest to lay you flat.
You stopped yourself from giggling and kicking your feet, this was exactly what you wanted.
He wrapped his fingers around your right ankle, pressing his lips against it before going up to your calf, placing kisses up the line of your leg until he reached the top of your thigh highs. “You’re keeping these on.” His lips moved against your thigh, his hand unclasping the buckle from the garter. He repeated the same on the other side. You had to resist squirming, you knew doing so would only make him prolong doing anything at all.
Your patience was wearing very very thin and no matter how many times he tried to train you to be more submissive to him, there was a part of you that he could never contain. And you were doing everything in your power to push that side of you down.
“But these-“ his fingers hooked to the waistband of your underwear, “These are in my way.”
You exhaled shakily through your nose, your lips forming a pout as a whine slipped out.
He pulled them down at a snail’s pace, as much as you loved testing him. He loved to test you. To see how much he could get away with before you snapped, or just to test if you would snap.
It took a brat to be a good brat tamer.
“Something wrong?” he mocked innocence, tossing your panties to the floor before lowering himself to his knees. You didn’t have to look at him to know he was smiling, you could hear it in his voice. “It’s been a few days, I just want us to enjoy every minute of this.” His hands raked down the tops of your thighs, the subtle burn of his fingernails making you hiss through your teeth before pulling your lip between them.
“I’ve been begging you to wear this, and you decide to put it on when I’m not here?” he tsk’d, moving to lick a stripe from the inside of your thigh just to stop before where you wanted him most.
You whimpered, biting so hard on your lip you thought you’d draw blood. “I wanted to surprise you.” you managed to get out.
He hummed, “I think you were just horny and wanted to get your way. Isn’t that right?”
He moved to your other thigh, his teeth sinking into the flesh of it. Your hand reached to grip at his hair, fingers lacing between his messy locks. “I said, isn’t that right?” he repeated himself, tracing his tongue along his teeth marks.
You exhaled shakily, “Yes.”
He smiled against you, his face moving an inch closer to your core. “Were you feeling needy, baby?” he kissed the area, sucking your skin into his mouth.
You nodded, “Yes.”
Another inch closer, “You were missing me that badly?”
“Yes.”
Another inch, his nose just grazing your folds. He lifted a hand to spread you open with his fingers, groaning to himself as he took in how wet you were. “All this and I haven’t even touched you yet.” he laughed and you could feel his breath against you. The warmth made you shiver.
“It’s been a little bit, remind me, who makes you this wet?” he looked up at you and the sight alone could send you over the edge.
“You do.” you whispered, trying not to sound as desperate as you felt.
He lowered his brows, feigning confusion, “You, who?”
“Hongj-“ was all you could get out before his tongue found your clit. His arms hooked under your thighs swinging them over his shoulder and pulling you closer to his face.
He ate you like a man starved, inhaling as his face disappeared into your cunt. His tongue swiveled and swirled around your bundle of nerves, moaning into you to add extra vibration.
Your hand pulled at his hair, your head falling back as you back arched into him. That hat you wore sliding off and bouncing onto the floor.
He groaned, an arm moving up to grip the bottom of the tie and pull it to sit you forward. He removed himself, lips and chin glistening as he scowled at you, “Eyes on me.”
You placed your hands flat behind you to support yourself, nodding as he kept a hold on the tie. It tightened around your neck, cutting your airflow only slightly due to the soft material but it was enough to make your vision blur at the edges.
He dipped back in with the same speed, his lips smacking against you as you could feel yourself shuttered at the intensity of his stare alone.
His remaining hand dropped below your eyesight as you felt him slide a finger into you.
The moan you let out echoed in the vastness of the closet, your jaw dropping. He turned his hand to curl his finger up to graze your g-spot. You did all you could to keep yourself upright, your arms already on the verge of giving out.
His eyes gleamed as he watched you unravel before him, the bulge in his dress pants nearly ripping through the seams.
He watched as you gasped when he added a second finger and you could feel him smile into you. He pulled back as his fingers set a steady rhythm pumping in and out of you. “I missed those pretty sounds of yours.” he licked his lips causing you to whine.
He groaned, “That one’s good.”
His fingers curled into you, “But let me see if I can get my favorite.”
You had no time to brace yourself before he started rubbing against the sweet spot inside of you, his thumb coming up to circle around your bundle of nerves.
“Hongjoong.” you moaned, wanting nothing more than lay flat against the counter. Your arms shaking as you kept eye contact, the smirk on his face only making things worse.
“There it is.” he chuckled to himself but you could tell he wasn’t satisfied yet. “Let me hear that again.” he said before returning his tongue to replace his thumb, pulling the tie around your neck tighter towards him.
You felt yourself clamp around him so tightly you thought it’d cut off the circulation in his fingers. The only word you were able to get out was his name as you felt the build up of pleasure reaching its highest point.
“Fuck, Hongjoong, feels so good.” you spoke between breaths. He moaned into you, his fingers slowing as you squeezed around them.
He withdrew himself, your body aching at the emptiness just before you reached your orgasm. A whimper fell from you, eyes searching him wildly as he stood.
He fumbled to grasp his belt, hurriedly unbuckling it as he set his dick free from its restraint.
He leaned over you, his hand coming to wrap around your cheek as he mimicked your frown with a mocking tone, “What’s wrong, baby? You don’t want me inside you?”
You shook your head trying to hide your frustration as you licked your lips, “I was so close, Captain.”
“Isn’t it frustrating to not get what you want?” he faked sincerity, thumb moving down to press against your bottom lip.
You nodded, immediately bringing it into your mouth as your tongue wrapped around it.
“Now you know how I’ve felt waiting for you to wear this.” His eyes scanned over the outfit before looking down at your lips, watching as you sucked on the digit.
“Knew you’d look so pretty in it and it was just sitting in a drawer.” His other hand traced the strap of your bra, traveling behind you to unclasp it quickly.
He leaned forward to kiss along your jaw, “And seeing you in this with my jacket-“
He took in a deep breath, peppering open mouth kisses down your throat to your chest.
Your hand wrapped around the back of his neck, pulling him closer to you as he sucked your nipple. His teeth grazed it lightly, animalistic as he groaned against you.
“Love when you wear my things. Things I bought you. Things I make for you. I’m going to make you so many pretty things.” he spoke between licks.
“Love marking you. Letting everyone know your mine.” he said, biting down onto the soft skin of your breast.
You gasped, your nails digging into his shoulder as he laughed at the sensation.
“My beautiful baby.” he said, one hand pumping himself while the other drew you in closer by the small of your back.
You exhaled, his words going straight between your legs. You knew he was a territorial man, and you loved that about him. It made you feel safe. Protected. It also made you want to suck the soul out of him.
You bit your lip, feeling even more desperate to feel him. Your body missed him even when he was touching you. It wasn’t enough. It was never enough.
“All yours.” you spoke as his mouth found your neck again, one hand working on himself while the other grabbed at your chest.
You felt his body twitch against you, his hand moving faster on his dick. The tip leaking into his fist as he lifted his head to meet your gaze.
Your foreheads touching as his lips hung open, “Tell me again.”
“I’m yours, Hongjoong. Only yours.”
His lips found yours and you felt yourself melt into him. He always had the ability to take your breath away, his style of kisses varied but you felt his love for you in everyone. Everytime.
He pulled you towards the edge of the countertop, pressing his tip against your clit, slapping lightly against it from the movement of his hand.
You tried to reach down, to help him. You wanted to touch him, you wanted to make him feel good.
He bit your lip, “No touching, baby. Today is about taking care of you.”
You huffed, needy and pathetic as you tried it again. Hoping he would give in.
You should’ve known better.
He stopped, looking at you with an intensity that made your thighs clench around him.
“Did you not hear me?” his hand moved to the drawer beside your legs as you scrambled to try to explain yourself.
“I just want to make you feel good, Captain.” you pleaded hoping the nickname would soften his mood and reached again. His eyes shut as he took in a sharp breath. His fingers left his dick to wrap around your wrist and held it up to your face, opening his eyes to glare at you.
“Give me your other hand.” he demanded, scowling at you. You could tell the nickname had worked, but not in the way you wanted.
You knew not to make his wait, your other arm lifting shakily to meet the one he held.
He pulled another tie from the drawer, wrapping it around the both of them. The knot he formed digging softly into your skin as he moved to grab them both in one palm.
“You want to make Captain feel good?” he asked, his tone practically singsongy as his free hand moved back to press his tip against you, collecting your arousal.
You nodded, biting down onto your lip as your wrist twisted against the material. He raised them above your head, leaning forwards to push you both to lay back onto the counter. “Yeah?” he cooed, hovering over you.
“Yes, Captain. Please.” you whispered up at him.
“Then take everything I give you, like a good girl.” he said before pushing himself into your leaking hole.
The two of you moaned as he bottomed out. One hand restraining you while the other came to wrap around your hip. He pulled you down closer to sink into his lap, his forehead resting against yours as he whimpered.
“You’re pussy doesn’t want to let me go, baby.” he said as his hips moved back, slowly sliding inch by inch out of you while you laid with your jaw slack. “She’s needy, just like you.” His laugh broke into breaths as he pushed back into you. Your walls immediately squeezing around him.
“Fuck-“ he moaned, “Always so tight for me.”
Your toes curled as he pushed in so deeply you could feel him in your chest.
He held himself there, his breath hitting your face as he stood himself up. “Keep these here or you don’t cum.” he released his grip on your tied wrists before moving his hand to grab your waist fully.
You nodded, panting as you watched his eyes rake over your body. He looked back at you, “And keep your eyes on me.”
He pulled out of you again slowly, the sensation making you back arch as he groaned in response. “Do you know how hard it is to focus in meetings when I know I’m coming home to this?” he said, thrusting into you harshly. Your legs wrap around his back to try to stabilize yourself.
“Can’t pay attention to anything when I’m thinking about you waiting for me all doe eyed.” He set a pace, slamming into you with such consistent force you took your breath away. “Thinking about you walking around, wearing my shirts, laying in my bed. Fuck-“ he gritted through his teeth, “Wanting to be fucked. To be split open on my dick.” His voice broke into a whimper as you matched his pace with your hips.
“God, baby, you feel so fucking good.” he said softly, biting onto his lip as sweat formed across his forehead. “You make me feel fucking good.” he shifted himself to angle into you, hitting your sweet spot and making you cry out.
He laughed, honing in on making sure he hit it again and again, “Right there?”
You scrambled to speak, your throat dry as you breathed out a ‘yes’.
“Eyes on me, you look so pretty when you cum.” he removed a hand from your hip to pull you up by your tie. Your forehead fell against his shoulder as your lips immediately started working on the skin under his jaw.
He grabbed the back of your neck, making you face him as the new upright angle assured he wouldn’t miss your g-spot with every thrust.
You felt yourself squeezing around him as he pressed his thumb back into your mouth. Your tongue swirling around it on autopilot before he pulled it out and brought it between you to press against your clit.
Your breath hitched, forcing your eyes to stay open as you felt your orgasm building in the pit of your stomach. He groaned, feeling it too as your walls wrapped to form around him, “I’m not going to last much longer if you keep doing that.”
“Can’t help it, - feels so good.” You breathed, moving back to loop your tied arms around the back of his neck. His finger sped up, his dick twitching inside of you. “Yeah? Does my dick feel good?” he teased, his voice strained.
You nodded, keeping his eye contact, “You feel so good, Captain. You’re so big.”
His eyes rolled, moving his head to latch on your nipple. The extra sensation was almost overwhelming as you did your best to keep hold of his body as he slammed into you.
He sucked hickeys into the skin of your breast, his hips sputtering as his eyebrows furrowed. You could feel your limbs starting to go limp, pleasure taking over you as you tried to warn Hongjoong but no words came out.
Your orgasm hit you, your body trembling as he continued to fuck you through it. Your walls sucking him in so tightly that he followed immediately after with a whine. Unable to stop himself.
“Fuck-“ he groaned, cumming so hard that it began to leak out of you around his dick. “I couldn’t hold-“ you panted, your head falling against him as he brought a hand to hold you still against him. He kissed lazily at your temple, steadying his breathing as he nodded. “It’s okay, just-.” his body shook, his hand trailing softly on the soft skin of your back causing you to shiver. He moaned at your shutter, involuntarily causing you to flutter around his dick that sat inside of you.
He took a breath before continuing, “You’ll remember to tell me this time.”
You lifted your head with a desperate expression, feeling boneless as you felt him stiffen between your legs.
“Hongjoong-“ you tried as he shot you a warning look, withdrawing himself from you.
Before you could even begin to panic or question if you upset him, he lifted your hands from him and spun you over.
His suit jacket slid, the cold marble of the countertop against your nipples and heated skin made you his. Your hands were over your head again, your cheek resting against the surface as you felt him rubbing himself along your entrance.
“You wanted to cum so badly earlier, I’m just trying to give you what you want.” he feigned innocence, pushing himself back into you. The full feeling making your mouth water as you could feel yourself drooling onto the marble.
“I can’t-“ you tried, but his hand cracked against the side of your ass. “You can and you will. You wanted to make me feel good, right?” he stated more than asked, bouncing you off of him so hard you thought you’d give yourself a concussion.
Another slap, “Right?”
“Yes, yes, want to make you feel good.” you nodded frantically, the sensation of your nipples sliding against the cool marble making you practically purr.
“Why would we stop when you’re taking my dick so well, baby?” he pistoned into you, hitting spots inside you didn’t even know existed. You felt so full of him as he fucked his cum deep into you.
Your mind was blank, only able to focus on how good he felt in you.
“Look at you, so wrecked for me. Isn’t that right?” he laughed through pants, and you couldn’t even find the strength to respond. “Don’t tap out on me, if you don’t warm me this time we’ll just keep going until you do.” He threatened, and you snapped back knowing that he meant it.
“There she is.” he smirked, his hand smoothing over the inflamed skin of your ass. “You feel that good, baby?” he kneaded the skin, gripping it to use as a handle to slam you back against him.
You whined, “So big. So full.”
His fingers looped around the back of your tie, pulling your top half to his chest as he pushed further into you to assure you didn’t fall off the island. His other hand moved down to press against your lower stomach as he nipped at your ear, “You feel me here, don’t you??”
You shook your head, “In my throat.”
He chuckled, “Yeah?”
He moved to wrap his fingers around your neck, “Right here?”
He waited until you nodded in response before tightening his hold, your jaw dropping as you did your best to breathe.
His lips stayed pressed to your ear, making sure you heard every sound that you pulled from him. You pouted, you loved hearing him be so vocal. With every groan and whimper, you felt the band in your stomach get tighter.
He laughed softly, biting at your earlobe, “You have something you want to tell me?”
You knew he could feel you gripping him, but you could barely form words with his hand around your throat. You opened and closed your mouth, eyebrows knitting as he continued to push into you with mind numbing force.
His hips tilted to plunge into you so deep it took your breath away. His teeth found your shoulder, moaning into it as his speed picked up.
Your vision blurred, your tied hands coming up to grip at his hand as it immediately dropped from you. “Hongjoong-“ you gasped, pushing your ass against him, “Don’t stop, right there please.”
You felt him twitch, “Fuck Hongjoong please.”
“Please what, baby?”
You were panting, slamming yourself back to him as his fingers bit into your hips with a bruising force. You knew he wasn’t going to last that much longer either.
“Please. I’m gonna’ cum.” you managed to get out, your body arching as you felt yourself locking up.
He brought his finger to play with your oversensitive clit, tears forming at the corners of your eyes. You couldn’t form cohesive thoughts, just crying his name as he fucked you into the counter. Your hips smacking against the marble as his hips slammed into you.
“Good- girl.” he grunted, his fingers speeding up.
“Want this- everyday.” he said, his sweat dripping on to you as you responded with a moan. “Wanna’ come home and fuck you dumb. Wanna hear those pretty sounds.” you wished you could grab him, you wanted to touch him. To ground yourself as he bucked into you relentlessly, you felt overstimulated. Your body shivered against him as you felt your second orgasm approaching with his words.
As if he could read your mind, his hand quickly ripped the tie from your wrist before coming to your chest to pinch your nipple. Your one hand stabilized yourself on the counter while the other moved back to dig into the back of his neck. Holding on for dear life.
“Hongjoong, gonna’ cum.” you got out, your head falling back against him.
“Cum with me, baby.” he repeated over and over, his fingers circling your puffy clit as he pushed into you with so much force you saw stars.
It hit you so hard that no sound came out of you, your mouth open as your walls milked his cock. His body fell forward into you as he groaned loudly.
The two of you just stayed like that, your body unmoving as his hips slowly continued to press into you. Fucking you through the aftershocks until his cum was sliding down your thigh.
He kissed your shoulder, muttering soft praises as his hips came to a stop. His forehead resting against your shoulder blade.
The only sound in the room was your broken breaths as you both tried to come back to reality.
He kissed your shoulder, his hands grabbing the counter on either side of you to push himself up.
He looked down at where he disappeared inside of you, laughing, “You ruined these pants.”
The black fabric was soaked, dripping with a mix of you and him. You scoffed, pressing your forehead against the marble, “You ruined those pants, you should’ve taken them off.”
“You want to say that again?” he amused, his finger ghosting over your overworked and sore bundle of nerves. Your body nearly jumped away from him, he laughed, pulling you back against him. “Don’t run, let’s just stay like this for a minute. You feel so good around me.”
“I swear to God, if you get hard again.” You deflated, your hand idly scratching at his scalp. He hummed, pushing further into you, “You make it so easy though.”
You gasped, pouting, “Please, I am a weak woman.”
He smiled into your skin, kissing your shoulder again.
After a minute he spoke again, “So, what do you think?”
You laughed, looking back at him, “You want ratings now?”
His fingers slapped against where he held your hip, shaking his head and he bit on his lip to stop his smile. “About what I said.”
“You fuck me like that and expect me to be able to hold conversation? What did you say?” you lifted yourself, sliding him out of you slightly. He pulled himself out completely, carefully turning you to sit on the counter and face him.
He combed through your damp hair, “Would you want that- me- everyday?”
“You’re asking if I’d fuck you everyday?” you questioned, laughing to yourself. It wasn’t far off from what you two usually did, apart from the last week.
His head fell forward, cheeks flushing, “No-“
He tucked himself back into his pants, not caring about the mess. He’d probably just buy new ones to replace them.
You pushed back the hair that had stuck to his forehead, He lifted his eyes to look at you, his lips forming a soft smile as he watched you.
“Would you- want to move in here- with me?” he asked quietly, his hand coming to wrap around yours. He moved it to kiss at the top of it, his eyes never leaving yours.
You felt your entire body flush, your heart feeling full as you looked at your usually cool and confident boyfriend. He watched you carefully, his demeanor becoming more and more nervous with every second that went unanswered.
“We’re going to need to clear some of this closet.” you smiled, your arms linking around his back as you looked around your surroundings.
He bit his bottom lip, his hands resting on your waist, “I’ve told you I’ll build you your own.”
“I mean in general, there are some questionable things in here.” you joked. He swore at you, his fingers tickling at your sides as you tried to slap him away.
He moved to lift you, bringing you into him as he carried you over to his bed. He placed you down before hovering over you, “So, is that a yes.”
“I would love to move in with you.” you grinned, your hand lacing in his hair as he moved down to kiss you softly.
His lips molding against yours, your tongue moving to trace along his top lip. He groaned, biting down on your bottom lip. Both of your breathing slowly increase in speed.
His hand trailed down your side as you moaned into him. “Still sensitive?” he mumbled into your lips.
You nodded a mixture of desire and defeat in your tone, “I can go again if you can.”
He grabbed your wrist, moving it to his erection and wrapping your fingers around it, “What do you think?”
You whimpered, remembering his size. Remembering how it just fit so snuggly in you moments ago. Your core is already throbbing despite its soreness.
You unzipped his pants and slid your hand into them. Your started working him slowly, his breath hitching as he fully moved on the bed. His legs came up to rest on top of the mattress.
You continued to pump him, watching his eyes flutter shut as you crawled to move between his legs.
Something shiny catching your eye.
“Hongjoong!” you yelped, causing him to spring into attention. You moved your hand to point down at his feet, “Take your shoes off!”
“You just decided to move in and you’re already making demands?” he laughed, kicking them off his feet and onto the floor before you slid his pants down to follow them.
“Regretting your decision already?” you asked, satisfied at the removal before leaning between his legs.
He laughed, his head resting against his headboard, “Alittle-“ before he could finish his thought, you wrapped your lips around him. Doing exactly what he had done to you earlier. Your tongue moving to circle his tip as you continued working him with your hand. He laughed gently, his eyes finding yours, “You brat.”
You pulled up to correct him, “Your brat.”
His fingers laced in your hair as you took him in your mouth, exhaling as he held it back from his view, “My brat.”
He groaned so strongly you felt it in your own chest. “My brat.” he repeated, as you hollowed your cheeks around him. Your head bobbed as you inched him further and further into your throat slowly.
His moans quickened, getting higher in pitch as they turned to whines. Once he bottomed out you swallowed around him, his hands stilling you as you remembered to breathe through your nose.
“Too good- too much.” he whimpered, “Need to cum in you again.”
The second his hands left your head, you slowly trailed back up his cock. Your tongue traces it as you reach the top. You sucked against his tip, his hips jutting upwards, “Baby, please.”
You cocked an eyebrow, he had never begged you in bed before.
Before you could move again, he looked down at you realizing what he had done, “Don’t even fucking think about it.”
His tone was stern enough to almost wipe any plan you began to formulate in your mind.
Almost.
You bat your eyes innocently up at him as you suck his tip back into your mouth. Your tongue licking the precum leaking from it.
You had been too obedient to him the last time around so you needed to remind him exactly who you were.
He hissed, his chest heaving as you repeated it one more time before releasing him with a pop. His dick slapping against his stomach.
“You want to be in control? Get up here and ride me.” his hand slid to slap lightly against your cheek. A warning for if you tried to do anything other than what he had said.
You nodded, moving your way up his body, kissing at his stomach and chest up to his neck. Your teeth grazed the skin below his ear as he lined himself up with your hole. The feeling alone is already making you wince.
You will be very sore tomorrow.
“I’ve fucked you dumb today, now I want you to do it to yourself.” he said before lifting his hips to enter you, his hand on your hips as he pushed you down to meet him. “Show me how much you love my dick.” he growled up at you, not moving an inch. He removed his hands from you, lacing them behind his head. You frowned, still taking in the stretch of him. “What’s wrong?” he spoke in a condescending tone, “You wanted to take charge a second ago.”
His voice made you clench, his upper half jutting forward at the sensation. “Oh I see-“ he said, his hands moving back to your hips. He lifted you with ease, sliding you up himself before pushing you back down slowly. “You really are my brat, aren’t you?” he asked, catching your open mouth as he continued to use you like a fleshlight.
You nodded, growing impatient at his pace, “I’m sorry, Captain. Please-“
“Oh, don’t worry, I’ll help you-“ he said before he slowly started grinding you faster against him but not nearly as fast as you’d like to be. “I’ll get you there, baby.” His hand fell to your clit, making you wince as it throbbed against him.
You knew neither of you would last very long, but his tone was certainly helping you. He doubled his speed, grunting as you could tell he was trying to hold himself back, You already started to clench around him, the build up beginning as you could help but smile through the overstimulation. Tears flowing down your face as you felt yourself reaching a third orgasm.
“Hongjoong- I’m gonna-“
At those words he ceased movement.
You whined, looking down at him with wide eyes.
“I said I’ll get you there, now take charge like you wanted.” he challenged you, his eyebrows raising as he smirked. His breathing was quick and you could tell that this was making him just as impatient as you were, but he loved to teach you a lesson. “Unless, you want me to do it?” he asked, raising himself to place a hand at the small of your back. He pushed up into you, his lips finding your chest as he kissed down it. “Beg me.” he said, his tongue trailing down to catch your nipple.
You pushed him down to rest against the headboard, not ready to give up yet. He watched you in amusement as you leaned back to place your hands on his knees. You moved your feet to lay flat on either side of his hips, lifting yourself before going back down. “You sounded so pretty when you begged, Captain. Why don’t you beg me?”
His face twisted, trying to keep calm as you began to bounce yourself on him. He groaned, biting down on his lip. You were panting, fucking yourself on him as you pinched at your nipple. “You told me to fuck you, I’m just being your good girl.” you breathed, the new angle hitting you in just the right spot.
He watched with angry eyes as your other hand trailed between your legs, his chest heaving as he smacked your hand before you could relieve yourself.
He pushed forward, slamming you onto your back and hovering over you.
His hand gripped your thigh, pushing your leg to rest against his chest as he buried himself deep inside of you. “You want me to beg? You think you can fuck yourself as good as I can?” his pace was already relentless, your mouth hanging open. He pinched your chin between his index finger and thumb, “Tongue.”
You happily stuck it out, too blissed out to care. He spit onto it, moving his hand to slap your jaw shut. “Swallow it.” you did, opening again to show your clean tongue.
“Why don’t you introduce yourself to the new neighbors?” he said, lifting your other leg and leaning his chest against them. His dick feeling so deep inside you, you thought it would come out of your mouth. You gasped, “Hongjo-“
“Louder.”
You whimpered, unable to do anything as he licked his fingers and pressed them against your clit. Your body jolted as he masterfully played your body like an instrument. “They can’t hear you, speak up.” he said, his hand slapping against your clit as you cried out.
“What? Did I finally fuck the attitude out of you?”
You squeezed him, causing him to inhale sharply. “No, you just like when I treat you like the slut you are.” he began to rub you again.
The pleasure verges on painful, feeling so full and so worked by him that you begin to cry. He pulled your legs off of him, placing them on either side of him as he sank down to meet you. His hips and fingers are still working you as if it was nothing. He kissed up your face, his tongue licking at the water that gathered on your cheeks.
“I’m the only one who can make you feel like this.” he said, his pace faltering as he twitched inside of you. “This is my pussy, not yours. Every inch of you belongs to me. Don’t forget that.” His words made your eyes roll, your walls squeezing around him as your vision went white. “Hongjoong- I’m gonna-“ you got out.
He laughed, “Let me feel my pussy milk me.”
That was all you needed, your head rolling back as you shook, crying out loud enough that the next neighborhood over could probably hear you. He fucked you through it, his movements sloppy as he came inside of you. Your insides pulling every string of cum from his throbbing dick as he fell on top of you.
“Fuck, baby.” he sighed, kissing any piece of skin he could reach in his flattened state.
You laughed, your head still spinning as you continued to flutter around him, “I know, I’m amazing.”
“If you’re trying to bait me, I think you’ve cleaned me out but we can try-“
“No!” you exclaimed, the idea of going again made you shuttered. Hongjoong hissed as the movement echoed on his dick still inside of you, “Baby.”
“You’re on top of me, I can’t do anything.” you groaned, as he attempted to lift himself before falling back on top of you.
He nuzzled his face into your chest, “I don’t think my bones work anymore, let’s just rest like this.”
“I want dinner.” you stated honestly, the workout you both endured leaving you dying of thirst and wanting food. Your stomach growling just at the mention of food.
“Do you think if I write it in the instructions, I can get the delivery guy to bring the food to us up here?” he questioned, his chin resting to look you in the eyes.
You hummed, contemplating the logistics of the situation. Your fingers running through his hair as he smiled softly at you, “I don’t know how good that’d be for your image.”
“So what if the delivery man sees my ass.” he teased, carefully withdrawing himself from you as he made his way to his closet.
You questioned how he was able to walk around, feeling as if every muscle in your body would melt if you attempted to do the same. He came back in a pair of sweats, fixing his t-shirt as he approached the bed with a second one.
He leaned down, extending his neck to you, “Grab on.”
Your hands slapped against him as he stood, lifting you to sit. He placed a hand against your back, using the other to throw the shirt on you before pressing his lips against your clammy forehead.
“I’ll draw you a bath and order some food.” he whispered, kissing you again.
You smiled, moving your head so you could catch his lips. “Is this the Kim House Standard that I should be expecting from now on?”
He mocked offense, backing from you, "You act like I don’t spoil you rotten.”
You giggled, watching as he made his way to the bathroom, laying back onto your bed. You looked at the ceiling and asked yourself how the hell you got this life.
Hongjoong returned, leaning against the bedroom door frame, “So, now that we’re going to be living together, am I going to hear more of those little impressions?”
“Only if you’re good.” you quipped back, closing your eyes before your body was dragged down the bed by your ankle.