MDNI!!! MINORS AND NO AGE IN BIO WILL BE BLOCKED!!
Synopsis: Hongjoong finds interest in his classmate and friend San, who usually bottoms. Hongjoong decides he wants to change that.
Pairing: SanJoong | Service!⬆️ San x Bratty!⬇️ Hongjoong
Content/Warnings: E rating, slight coercion, Hongjoong just wants San to top him really bad, semi-public (library), college!au. (lmk if there's anything I need to add)
Word Count: 1000~
Divider: @/cursed-carmine
"H-Hongjoong-ah," San pleaded under Hongjoong's dominating gaze. One hand pressed against Hongjoong's chest. Their faces mearly inches away from each other.
Hongjoong giggled. "Sannie, you really haven't topped anyone before?" He smirked tauntingly at the younger man who was supposed to be teaching him algebra.
"No, no, I haven't." San shook his head. Hongjoong leaned back and bit the end of his pencil in thought. San stayed still, fearing that if he moved an inch, the older would yell at him.
"You know," Hongjoong looked away from San to stare at the bookshelf across from them. They were studying late into the night at their uni's library. No one was there except for a few stragglers, half asleep, focused on their work. San was only doing this for Hongjoong because he said he would buy him lunch for the next month if he managed to pass his midterm. He didn't expect a topic like this to come up.
"What?" San asked weakly. He twiddled with the edge of his paper.
"I think you'd be pretty good at it."
San's face broke out in a deep red. The paper he had been twiddling with crumbled in his hand.
"Really?"
Hongjoong hummed, acknowledging how San wasn't completely taken aback by the idea. It put a sly thought into his head.
"Why don't we test out my theory?" Hongjoong asked lightly, resting a hand on San's thigh. San's eyes shot over to his hand. His gaze was almost burning holes in Hongjoong's skin.
"You're joking, Hyung," San tried to laugh it off, but Hongjoong wasn't having it. He leaned in closer so he could speak low into San's ear.
"No, no, you know I don't joke, San-ah." Hongjoong's hand trailed up San's thigh. Stopping dangerously close to his hardening dick. "Aren't you curious how a tight hole feels around your thick cock?"
San weakly nodded. His face filled with shame. He tried to look away from Hongjoong and hide his head in his hand. But Hongjoong was quicker. He cupped his cheek and forced him to look at Hongjoong in the eye.
"Hyung will teach you, if you'd like?" Hongjoong spoke so sweetly. His words were laced with sugar. The taste of them was too much for San to resist.
"W- will you?" San asked. Hongjoong's smile grew wide, knowing he had won him over. The older nodded and tucked a fallen strand behind San's ear.
"Of course," A mischievous glint shimmered in Hongjoong's eyes.
"Twenty-seven point- ah- five," San moaned between his answer, his head falling behind him to rest against the chair. Hongjoong ground his hips down on San's lap, his ass grinding into San's clothed dick.
"Perfect~" Hongjong hummed as he scribbled the answer down onto his study guide. San's grip tightened around Hongjoong's waist. The only thing covering Hongjoong's exposed bottom was the desk in front of him. The only thing keeping San's cock from sliding between Hongjoong's cheeks was the thin fabric of his boxer-briefs.
"Do, do we need to finish it now?" San asked weakly. He brought his head up to rest on Hongjoong's shoulder. Peering over, he could now see how hard Hongjoong had gotten after working through just a couple of questions. His rough hands slid from their place on his hips to the swell of Hongjoong's thighs. He squeezed gently.
"There's just ten more," Hongjoong watched the hands rub at the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. He twitched at the feeling, causing his hips to grind down a bit harder than he intended. San mewled loudly, biting his lip to try and hold back his moan.
"Good tops don't beg, San-ah. They make their bottom beg," Hongjoong spoke matter-of-factly as he began the next question. A soft silence had fallen over them, only interrupted by the quiet sounds of lead against paper and the occasional scoff when Hongjoong messed up.
Hongjoong didn't notice when San had begun kissing his bare shoulder. His plush lips peppered kisses there gently. One of his hands ran up Hongjoong's thigh and found itself wrapped around Hongjoong's length. Hongjoong's breath hitched, and his pencil stopped writing.
"You know I can't, I can't be mean to you, Hyung," San whispered in the crook of Hongjoong's neck. His tongue flicks out to lick at his pulse point. Hongjoong inhaled quickly. A blush formed on his cheeks. He laughed softly.
"What am I going to do with you?" Hongjoong asked, more to himself. He set the pencil down gently and swiveled in San's lap so he was facing him. San watched with a noticeable pout and cute flush across his face. Hongjoong smiled and wrapped his arms around San's neck.
"Do you know how to kiss, Sannie?" Hongjoong teased. San's pout grew, and his eyebrows scrunched in annoyance.
"Yes, I know how to kiss, Hyung!" San responded with disbelief. Hongjoong only laughed before he tilted San's head so he could get a better angle. His lips hovered over San's; the shared heat of their breath warmed both of their lips.
"Stop teasing me," San grumbled low, fearing that if he spoke any louder, Hongjoong's lips would part from his. Hongjoong wasn't that mean, though. Not mean enough to deprive a cute face of what he so desperately wanted.
San was the one to close the gap between them. His lips moved hesitantly against Hongjoong's. The smirk on the older's lips never left, even as the kisses grew heated. Even as he ground his hips into San's.
San's hands gripped Hongjoong's bare waist under his loose button-up. His hands almost managed to wrap completely around Hongjoong's waist.
Hongjoong continued to grind into San as he parted San's lips with his tongue. The warmth enveloped San's mouth, causing him to moan weakly. He surrendered his mouth to Hongjoong fully. Letting his tongue feel every inch of him.
Abruptly, Hongjoong stood up, a trail of saliva branching from either of their lips.
"Take those off," Hongjoong bent down and whispered into San's ear before blindly pushing away the clutter on the desk behind him. He sat down with his feet resting on the armrests of San's chair. His swollen cock and tight hole were suddenly on full display. It made San's head spin.
Hongjoong lay back on one elbow while his free hand trailed down his stomach to the spot between his thighs. He spread his legs impossibly farther and squeezed his ass, causing his hole to open just a bit. Hongjoong bit his lip at the cold air.
"Are you going to help me, San-ah, or should I…" Hongjoong trailed off deliberately. His hand massaged his ass slowly.
San didn't realize before how dangerous his Hyung could be.
And once again, it turns out I can't be active on social media, even with ready-made content to share XD God, I hate it.
I drew this over a year ago as part of a little art challenge my friend and I had, revolving around summer vacations, the beach and the ocean. It forced me to step outside my comfort zone a bit, as I rarely do illustrations, let alone underwater ones 😩
Pairing: Sanjoong x f!reader (light background polyteez)
MINORS DO NOT INTERACTI!!!
Contains: Smut, light degradation, dom/sub dynamics, sub reader, dom hj, switch sn, fingering, making out, light mentions of breeding kink, soft (somehow??), one shot
It had been a long week and I had been tired and exhausted the whole morning of my free day, traipsing around the house like a lost kitten and latching onto anyone willing to give me attention. With passing hours I had become needier and quicker to pout until I had pulled a face one time too many and had ended up cumming on Wooyoung's fingers, making a mess out of my panties. I had just ditched those after, walking around the house in wide sweatpants and one of the many tour hoodies lying around. The downturn of having a great orgasm (thanks Woo!) was that it had just made me even more sleepy.
In the afternoon, Seonghwa came home, took one look at me and sent me to San's room to nap, since the latter was always down to cuddle and would almost never turn down a shared nap. So that's how I had ended up in a tight tight embrace, bodies heating up from the lack of space between us. San and I faced each other, one of his legs between mine, his face in my neck, pressing a warm kiss onto my skin every now and then. We weren't sleeping, but I definitely felt more relaxed with every second I spent wrapped in San's safe, strong arms.
After some time his leg shifted, my breath hitching almost inaudibly. Without saying a word, San continued to move his thigh this and that way, making me whine quietly into his ear. Suddenly the front door slammed shut - Hongjoong had to have finally come home after working hours upon hours overtime on a new track. San's leg stilled, but he continued slowly mouthing my neck, wet from his spit. There was the sound of voices, Seonghwa chiding Hongjoong for coming home late again I presumed and then - feet tapping over the wooden floor until they stopped before our door. Quietly it opened and he stepped in, immediately closing the door after himself again. Walking closer to the bed, Hongjoong chuckled low “My sleepy babies.”
“Joong?” I turned my head away from San's shoulder to speak. Hongjoong bent over the bed, kissing my lips softly before pecking San as well, who just let out a satisfied hum. As the older moved to leave again, two hands shot out. As if we had agreed beforehand, San and I had grabbed Hongjong's arm and - under his protest - pulled him into the bed. He settled behind me, sandwiching me between his and San's hot bodies, making my insides flutter.
“You two rascals..” the leader murmured but even his voice sounded tired and he didn't try to make another escape, betraying his exhaustion. Small, slightly cold hands crept under my hoodie, making me breathe in sharply as they traced patterns onto my hip. Simultaneously, San lavished my neck with attention again and soon I was squirming between the two men.
“I heard you were needy today darling.” Hongjoong breathed into my ear and I shuddered, “Wooyoung didn't tire you out enough?”
It wasn't a question, not really. After being with eight men for so long, it took way more than just one orgasm to stave off my or their need for touch. Hongjoong's hands dipped lower and he cursed lowly when he found my wetness instead of the obstruction of fabric.
“Such a sweet thing for us.” He whispered, making me whine and San chuckle darkly “Let's stuff our girl full Sannie.”
