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"NEED A HAND?" pt.2 ── k.hongjoong┆fem best friend!reader
── ۶ৎ after the small "incident" in the backseat of Hongjoong's car and his new prince albert piercing, you both have to endure months of restrain and new feelings. when the time finally comes, you both might be a bit too far gone, physically and emotionally
wc: 7k
content: friends to lovers, fluff, surprisignly cute at times, slight hurt comfort, self-doubt? + 18 MINORS DON'T INTERACT; *counting with my fingers* pillow humping (hongjoong, guily), slight vouyerism (video recording) (hongjoong, guilty), masturbation (hongjoong, guilty) slighhht anal play (hongjoong receiving.. guilty), some other stuff that I don't think have a name (hongjoong, guilty), unprotected sex (wrap it up please), p in v, matting press, doggy, fingering, oral (f and m receiving), praise kink (hongjoong, guilty), slight dumbification when reader gets fucked silly, pierced dick, pathetic!hongjoong at a 100%
part 1 ┆ MASTERLIST ┆tag list
Hongjoong had waited long enough.
He had spent about little over three months without touching himself in any way, not since he had gotten that Prince Arthur piercing on his dick. It had taken around a month to heal. A whole month through which his only outlet was letting you ride his face until he’d cum from having you fuck yourself into his mouth and nothing else. He had been so eager too, tongue out and sweats lowered to his thighs, ready to let himself cum in his stomach.
He had learnt how to work his fingers on you with expertise, never getting tired of how they felt inside you. He’d drag them in and out of you while letting his hard dick rub at your bare thigh, making himself cum just telling you about how he couldn’t wait to have it inside you, staining your skin and bedsheets. You'd scold him at that, like you didn’t get horny knowing he was ruining them with just the thought of you. Like you hadn’t ruined all your panties thinking about it too.
But then, when the time had finally arrived, tragedy had struck: a world tour.
Now, Hongjoong hadn’t planned that one. Or at least hadn’t really thought that it’d be a problem. He could find someone on tour. Someone lucky enough to be the one to feel it for the first time. But he couldn’t do that now.
“What are you thinking about?”
You had been lying on the bed, sheets pilling between your bare legs that lazily intertwined with his. Hongjoong rested the side of his face over the pillow next to you. His eyes had gotten lost on some spot on your face, but you could tell he was somewhere far, far away. Wherever he had been, you could see your question bringing him back to you. He shook his head slightly, his fingers carefully pulling a strand of hair away from your face.
“Nothing”
But he had known. He had been thinking about how it had to be you. It could only ever be you.
And so when he realized the tour would interfere with both of your plans, he had started to prepare himself to endure three months of not seeing you. Not touching you. God, the thought was driving him insane.
“You don’t... uhm...”
You had tried to ease his worry, but shame was making the words pile at the base of your throat. The thing was, Hongjoong and you hadn’t really spoken about what was going on. Sure, he had pretty much made himself at home between your legs, mapped every part of your body trying to saciate his thirst, untouched himself. But you didn’t want him to think you thought you were exclusive, in case he didn’t feel that way. You didn’t want to tell him to have his fun somewhere else either, afraid he might think you didn’t love him. Because you did.
“You don’t need to... I know you promised to use it with me for the first time but, well, I think... uhm, I understand. If it’s too much”
“What do you mean?”
“If it becomes too much to bear while you are there” god, the thought itself made you sick. You swallowed it loudly “I understand if you sleep with someone else on tour”
It had been a bit of a improper conversation to have at a coffee shop early in the afternoon, but that had been one of the only and very few free moments Hongjoong had had to offer you. He had been too busy between practice, meetings, and more practice. He had sat across you in a beanie, most definitely hiding hair he hadn’t had the chance to wash in a few days. Basic practice clothes that smelled faintly of sweat and his own particular scent, always so tantalizing when he’d hug you in an efusive greeting after days of not seeing you. You couldn’t do much more, not in public. And with him not being able to move too far away from the studio, it had been like this for the last couple days leading to the tour. He had looked tired and yet so happy to see you even if for just a moment. After you had spoken those words though, he looked even more gaunt than you had ever seen him.
“Why would you tell me that?” it’s all he asked, and you felt yourself become small.
He sounded disappointed.
“Just in case you falter? I don’t know. I don’t want you to feel bad if you change your mind when you are over there"
“Do you think I’m going to?”
“No? I don’t-- We haven’t really spoken about where this is going or what page we are on” you had felt the heat crawl up your neck, embarrassed and also scared that he was staring at you like that “And I know you have a lot of pent-up frustration, and you know... you are always talking about the clubs and events you go to and the pretty fans you see and all that”
His anger disippated, watching you making yourself crawl into yourself in front of him, pushing through the shame of bringing those memories to him. Had he told you about these? When you were suprssing your feelings for him, did he really sit there and tell you about other women? Had you looked so sad as you did now, despite how hard you were trying not to?
“I don’t want anyone but you. Not now, not after I fulfilled my promise. Not ever”
That shut you up. You felt his hand rest on top of yours, brown eyes never leaving yours. They were tranquil, honest. You figured yours might be a bit glassy. It had been enough to ease your worries and ease his heart. Had he left you there with those thoughts for three months, he wouldn't have been able to forgive himself.
The kiss before the night he was supposed to be driven to the airport with the rest of the members had taken place behind their dorm building. Whatever excuse he had given to sneak out he hadn’t told you. He had held you against the wall, your back arched and your arms around his neck. It had been hungry and heated when he had gotten a hold of you, but it hadn’t been until the pace had slowed down, lips barely brushing against each other in a teasing rhythm, that he had felt himself get hard against you.
“Does it not hurt naymore?”
He shook his head, his tongue gliding left and right through your bottom lip as he did so. He kissed and sucked on it softly, savoring you.
“It’s ready for you”
“I can tell”
You giggled against his lips, and the sound echoed in his ears. It'd made his heart skip a beat, warmth spreading through his chest and all over his body. God, he could take you there and then. Not even out of lust, he just needed you closer. Impossibly closer. He dropped his head and buried it in the crook of your neck, the small beads of sweat on his forehead wetting your skin. There were so many things he wanted to say: I miss you. I need you. I love you.
They all pressed against his ribcage, suffocating him. He let out a deep sigh, trying to ease his breathing. Compose himself. You caressed his hair, a little dry from the recent bleaching, and he hummed against your shoulder.
“I wish you could come with me”
“It’ll be so worthy when you come back”
“Is not just about that. You know is not just about that” he lifted his head and his eyes settled on yours, the light of a nearby lampost swimming faintly on his blown pupils “You know, right?”
Your hands caressed the soft skin of his neck and found their place at both sides of his face, cupping it with the utmost care.
“I do”
You did, the affection piercing through you as overwhelming as exhilarating.
The two months the tour had lasted had been the most agonizing Hongjoong had ever experienced. The good news was, he could touch himself now. You had both agreed upon it, even if he had wanted to deny himself that privilege. You had insisted that he wouldn’t be able to help it, and would eventually feel bad about it if he forced that rule on himself. With a little caveat to satisfy the both of you.
That was the reason why Hongjoong had asked for the single room for himself this time around, no one having any reason to deny him. That’s why he was propping his phone in different places, finding the best angles to show you all he wanted you, and only you to see. You had received so many videos all the way through it.
In some he had propped the phone against his laptop that rested on the bed between his legs, open and eager. He had stroked himself, small steel piercing glinting under the hotel room light over his pink tip, eyes a bit lost somewhere behind the phone. He had told you he had had your pictures open on the laptop screen.
“Not even a scandalous one” he had texted.
“Just one of you smiling”
“I miss it so much”
He had folded a pillow in front of him, his pretty pale ass up in the air as he thrusted into it. You could see him dragging his tongue through the pillowcase, moaning and biting into it every time he buried his cock against the soft fabric. He had his phone to the side, so you could see him in all fours pathetically humping his own pillow, laptop open to his side playing the recording he had made while he fingered you in the backseat of his car. He had made many other since then, too.
He had a video you had taken when you were abusing his pretty mouth, fucking yourself on his tongue. It was shaky and frantic, and he could see his own cloudy eyes rolling back. He was embarrassed of how loud his moans had been, even when muffled under the delicious weight of your whole body over his mouth.
God, he had even let you play with his asshole. It had been one of these times he was so desperate he had almost fucked you with his freshly pierced dick, all health risks be damned. Then he had felt your wandering hand, and he had lifted his face from were it had been buried on your chest, sucking at your tits. Your eyes had shot him a question.
“Does it feel good?”
And he had nodded faintly. Unsure of his answer, you had done it again, slowly and carefully. He dragged his clothed dick against your leg, and that had been it. He had let you patiently and teasingly draw circles around it while messily making out with you, moaning into your mouth when you’d press your pinky finger against it. It hadn’t gone farther than that, but he had made a me tal note of it. Put it aside for some other time when you both had the time, and the means, and the lube. He’d do anything. He’d do everything, as long as it was with you. No one else could touch him like you did.
Not even himself, no matter how much he squeezed himself in front of that camera. Face flat against the bed, lazily fucking himself into his own hand thinking of you. You zoomed into the video, his eyes closed, messy hair and face red. His eyebrows knit together as another whiny moan left his mouth. He looked so embarrassed when he stood up, planting his ass on his calves, staring at the mess he’d done. His hands completely covered in the proof of his nasty antics: sheets ruined, sweaty, threads of cum all over it. His bed. Where he had to sleep. He looked so shy when he got up from the bed and cut the video off.
“You look so cute” you had texted the next day after you’ve had time to watch it.
“That’s all?”
“I’d have cleaned them up with my tongue”
“Thank you”
“No need”
“I slept in the couch. I feel bad for the cleaning lady, though”
Some days he couldn’t even be bothered to record for you, no matter how much he wanted to show you. He’d get lost looking through videos, some he was completely incapable of looking away from. That one of him sliding his pierced cock through your pussy, a personal favorite of yours too. It had felt so good, the feeling of it hard and so hot rubbing against your clit, pressing against your entrance. It was so wrong, you both knew you were crazy enough to try and put it in. Every time it'd press against your cunt you’d moan in protest, the little frown on your face actually making him want to push forward even more. It was disgusting really, how much you both had made out of it. The slick spread all over your pussy had made it easy for his his cock to glide through you, Hongjoong’s precum leaking from his tip making the sound slicker, obscene.
He had held it still while you thrust your hips in the air, rubbing yourself against it, making sure his pretty tip touched your clit perfectly on the way down every single time. He had thought of marrying you in that position, stupid thought. It had made him shudder, his orgasm suddenly dangerously close. He had held your waist against the bed one more time, his other hand stroking himself at a quick pace as the tip dragged against your folds.
“Please?” he had asked.
You knew what he had meant, and you had obliged every single time.
His body shook, and he pressed his tip against your entrance before he came. It was the closest he could get to it, and he loved the sight: your hungry pussy, covered in his cum dripping down and into the couch. He had taken a second to breathe, engrossed in the sight in front of him. He looked almost enamoured.
“Are you gonna clean it up?” you had teased, his hungry eyes, still blown going from your pussy, to your eyes, back down. He had fallen on his knees on the floor, hands on your knees and face dropping to your core. You had stopped him, your palm pressing against his forehead in an almost comical manner. You both exchanged a look “That’s not what I--” you started, before you realized his stare wasn’t changing, the grip on your knees never softening. You swallowed, a small whimper falling from your puffy lips when you had seen him drag his tongue over your pussy with determination, his dazed eyes never leaving yours until he had cleaned you all up from his own mess.
Hongjoong had come back on a Wednesday morning, and he sent you the room number the moment he had booked it. He had insisted on going to a hotel instead of your apartment.
“I don’t want you to get any complaints from the neighbours” he had said, and he had been so serious about it too.
It was big, luxurious, and way more expensive than your mind could have started to comprehend. It was that sort of hotel, the kind that had a big, fancy guy at the front stopping you from coming in until you had shown him the reservation. It made you think about Hongjoong, about how things were before he debuted. He was on a league of his own now, and you were along for the ride.
It had never made you feel as small as it did now, inside the elevator and speaking the floor number to the lady so she can press it for you. It feels wrong somehow, being in a place like this, meeting your global superstar secret boyfriend at a hotel you could never afford a night at without sacrificing two months of salary. Inadequate. That's the word you are looking for.
You text Hongjoong the moment you let your back fall onto the absurdily huge bed. He texts back right away.
“I’ll be there in twenty”
He must be so tired, you think, and yet he still wants to see you. Do you really deserve that? It feels so wrong for you to be lying here, and you can't help but fiddle with your fingers while you wait. Why does it have to be like this? Why do you have to be like that? Months waiting for this and the moment you get here you are, what exactly? Scared? Sad? About what? You could tell how much he loved you three months ago. Isn’t that good enough? Wouldn’t he be so upset if he walked through that door and saw you like this?
You hear the door open when your face is still between your hands, splashing water on it to calm yourself down. You can't tell if he has arrived surprisingly quickly or if you have lost track of time. You hear his voice call your name from the entrance and your heart leaps from your chest. You dry your face and discard the towel on top of the faucet, running into the main room to jump into his arms. You feel yourself soften and melt against him. The touch of his hoodie against your nose, the familiar feeling of his arms around you, the small kisses he was peppering through your hair. You sniffle and he parts from you. His eyes search yours, worried with reddish, dark circles around them.
“What’s wrong?”
You shake your head, you really don’t even know yourself.
“I’m not sure” it scares him the way to say it, how is he supposed to help you? “It’s just... overwhelming?"
“What is?”
“You” you panic “Us. This. In a good way, is just” the grip of your hands tighten on his shoulders, hoping he understands you want him close, that he won’t misunderstand “I’ve never felt this much before. It’s a bit scary”
You let out a breathy laugh. Hongjoong brings a hand to caress your cheek.
“We don't have to do it today”
You scoff at that “Are you kidding?”
He doesn’t laugh.
“I can wait forever” he says “I can wait forever for you”
You take in his reddish eyes, the small break-outs in his skin, the dullness of it. The way he stands in front of you with little strength to stand up. You caress his cheek, and his eyes flutter close for a second.
“You look so tired” you whisper into his lips “Come here”
You walk him towards the bed, take his shoes off when he sits down on the edge. He watches you kneel in front of him, pulling them off, socks too, placing them neatly next to the bed.
"Wait" he says in a low voice, a bit broken.
He asks you to get up by tugging at the sleeves of your sweater. He remains seated and his hands roam to your lower back in a gentle hug. He looks up at you, and you can understand what he wants without a word. You bent down slightly.
"Sorry" you say against his lips "I forgot the most important part"
You place a soft kiss on his lips. They are a bit chapped, rough against yours. He exhales deeply, and you can feel some invisible weight lift from his shoulders. His grip on your back, his lips, it all softens. Your fingers softly scratch underneath his jaw, earning yourself a shudder. You part his lips with yours, gently but a bit demanding. It's always the sweet moments that do the most for both of you. The slow kisses, the ghostly touches, the sound of your lips parting and tongues dragging against each other at an agonizing slow pace. His hands lift the hem of your sweater and you let him slip it ouf of you. He's pleased to find out you are not wearing a bra. You feel his shaky breath on your exposed chest, making goosebumps spread through it even before his lips start leaving wet, open mouthed kisses on your skin. He palms your ass through your jeans, and you so generiously unzip them and take them off before you venture downwards again, bare knees against the carpet now.
His hand find its way to your head in a generous pat, fingers caressing your scalp in gratitude. You look up at him and he feels a chill down his spine, it makes him straighten on his seat. Your hands go up and down his legs a few times before you grab at the waistband of his sweats, and he eagerly lifts his hips before you have time to ask for permission. You pull them down, leaving him on his probably overpriced plain t-shirt and underwear. You can see the outline of it, half hard pressing against the fabric. It’s like a gift on a Christmas morning, the wait to open it as sweet as what’s inside. Your hands softly knead at his thighs, massaging the tired muscles underneath.
“You’ve worked so hard”
You kiss the inside of his thigh. Short, sweet kisses over the soft flesh. You feel him open his legs wider and you smile against his skin. You get closer, letting your nose nudge at his bulge, enjoying the way he sighs in anticipation. You look up at him, and the sight of him above you, pupils blown despite the tiredness on his body has you pushing your knees further apart.
“Are you ready?” you ask playfully, and he nods.
Your fingers sneak past the elastic of his boxers, and you pull them all the way down, throwing them somewhere in the floor. It’s not the first time you’ve seen it, but it’s the first time that you can touch it freely. Hongjoong sucks in a shallow breath when your fingers curl around it, it escapes in a wanton moan when you kiss the metal piece decorating his red rip. It feels cold in contrast to the heat of his member. The taste of salt and sweat on your tongue as you drag it from to base to the tip makes you moan, and you feel his hips buck when you suck at it. Your lips wrap around the tip, playfully circling it with your tongue a few times before taking it deeper inside your mouth. Hongjoong’s hand grabs onto your hair, it stings. It feels so good, too. The moan it draws from your throat reverberates on his cock, and he can’t help but to push himself deeper inside you, making you gag.
“Sorry” he says, his voice faint.
You pull him out of your mouth with a sweet, nasty pop before your eyes look up at him.
“You taste so good, you know that?”
A sound like a whimper comes out of him as he smiles at you with cloudy eyes. He loves the way your hand softly caresses at his thigh.
“Yeah?”
You nod, still stroking him, making sure to rub your thumb over the piercing when you reach the tip. The action draws a shaky breath from him, and it takes everything in you to not choke yourself on it on purpose. Some other time. Not now. You need to take him sweetly into your mouth, flattening your tongue against his cock and taking him in at the most torturous pace. You can’t help but to moan all the way down, the subtle outline of his veins against your tongue, the cute noises coming from Hongjoong above you as he tries to not fuck your face making you open your legs wider against the soft carpet.
“Stop, stop” Hongjoong gently pushes you away from him, and the way your brows knit over your pretty eyes as you look up at him makes him feel guilty “Or I’ll finish”
Your bottom lip protrudes in a slight pout, but you comply. You stand up, and he backs himself until his back is against the headboard, eyes never leaving your body.
“We can’t let that happen” you crawl towards him, knees sinking in the mattres and caging him underneath you “You need to cum inside”
A pathetic moan rips through Hongjoong's throat and his nails dig on the fat of your hips where he has anchored himself. He pulls you towards him, a bit roughly.
”Are you sure?”
“I don’t want you to do it anyhwere else. You are never cumming anywhere else” you murmur against his temple with a soft kiss, and he understands. The possessiveness, the promise, the leash round his neck. He’s okay with it. All of it “Want to see it go in?”
Hongjoong nods, his hair tickling at your neck and chest. He's panting just by watching you align yourself with him. You are both familiar with the feeling of his tip pressing against your entrance, having tortured each other multiple times by doing just that. The moment you start lowering yourself onto his lenght though, your breath hitches and so does his. Despite how much he wants to witness it going in, his eyes close the moment he feels his tip getting sucked in by your hungry, welcoming pussy. It's wet, and tight and so warm around him, his brain is shuting down any sense that isn't touch, comitting the feeling to memory. The initial resistance is barely there, and the unfamiliar feeling of his piercing dragging inside your walls causes you to let out a surprised moan, making your hips halt.
“Okay?” he pants.
You nod, reassuring him. Your face is already so red when you look down at him, and the way your chest heaves up and down so close to his face making his mouth water.
“It feels different”
He's not really listening. His mouth opens and sucks at your nipple with a moan.
“Good?” he asks with his lips pressed against your sternum before dragging his tongue all over your breast, playing with the soft flesh of it.
Your hand goes to his neck, gently pushing at it until he lets go of your tits and looks at you. His eyes, open and glossy and pleading look at you with so much adoration, so much desperation.
“You feel so fucking good” you almost cry "You are not even in yet"
A low moan dies at his throat, but you can feel it where your hand is still gently choking him. You sink lower, moaning into each other's mouth at how easily you bottom out, his cock practically slipping inside. He fills you up so perfectly, hot and hard and you can still feel the small piece pressing against your inside, deliciously poning at your walls. It’s making you delirious, you can feel the heat breaking through your body like a fever. You can see it in Hongjoong too, his chest and cheeks flaring red like a rash.
“Can you feel it?” he asks, pressing his palm against your lower stomach like he's trying to feel it too.
You bit your lip and nod, savoring the feeling and clenching around him to give him a taste.
"I can feel it all the way, it touches me so good"
Your words make Hongjoong grab at your hair and push you towards him in a hungry kiss with a low groan. Your pussy can't help but clench around him when his tongue disgustingly sucks at yours. One hand fists at your hair, pressing your face against his so he can push his tongue deep inside your mouth, almost as if he's trying to fuck your throat with it. It's suffocating: the way your moans choke on his tongue, your mixed drool falling from your joined lips down your chins. It's got your pussy spasming. Hongjoong lets go and you gasp for air, a few threads of saliva linking your abused lips. The sight of you like that has him moaning loudly, the sound obscenely reverberating through the walls in the otherwise silent room.
God, you haven't even started to move yet.
When he feels your hips lift, his gaze immediately goes down, eyes trained on the way his dick goes back inside, sliding inside your pussy with a noise so sinful that a breathy, laughter-like moan escapes him. You back your hips down to the base, rolling them in a way that has you both grabbing at each other, nails digging into flesh without much care. His skin feels warm to the touch, already sweaty. Your hips have found their pace, rolling and dragging with the only thought of wanting his piercing to hit that sweet spot inside, never wanting to let it go. Hongjoong’s dick id buried deep inside, his pubic hair rubbing against your clit ever so slightly with every desperate roll of your hips. You fuck him at a frantic pace, making sure to moan right into his ear. You know how much he loves that.
You feel Hongjoong’s hands prompting you to slide up, but you bury your head on his neck with a shake.
“No” you whine “I need it inside” Hongjoong’s dick twitches at your words, and it makes you violently clench around it with a pathetic moan. You didn’t want to drag it out, not even one bit. You wanted the feeling of his piercing deep inside, deliciously rubbing against your insides over and over again “It feels so good, it feels so so s-good”
“I want to watch it go in again” he pleads, hands despairingly grabbing at your hips. You feel obliged to give him what he wants.
You lift your hips, but his bliss in interrupted when he feels his dick pulling out of you. The way his nails dig into your flesh hurts, his desperate grip and scared, confused eyes softening your heart. You want to give him all he wants. Forever. He can take whatever he needs. You lie in front of him, propping yourself on your forearms to look at him through your open, inviting legs. He doesn’t know where to stare. Your pretty face and puppy-like eyes, or your pussy full on display to him, desperate.
He crawls to you like a madman, the sight making him forget what his original wish was. Hongjoong wastes no time getting on his stomach and burying his tongue in your soaked cunt, the fricition of the sheet against his dick prompting him to rut against them. You moan in surprise, the delicious wet feeling of his tonge pressing at your entrance making your toes curl.
"It tastes so much better like this" he says, his fingers toying with your pussy and spreading it wide for him "It tastes so much better when it's fucked"
You whimper at his words, at the way he rubs at your clit the way he has learned to. He’s inside you in one swift, desperate thrust, like he might die if he's not inside you. He feels like he might. Hongjoong gets back to his senses when you kiss him softly, as if bringing him down to earth. He's panting over you, a few loose strands of hair covering his pretty, glassy eyes. You caress his scalp, tugging a bit.
“You said you wanted to look at it”
He nods, like he just remembered. Both your eyes fall in between you two. Hongjoong parts your knees before his hands move to the back of your thighs. He pulls out slowly, mouth watering at the slick covering his cock. He waits until he can see the piercing pop up, the head is almost out when you protest.
“Put it back in”
You push your hips, and he wants to ruin you so badly. The head goes back in, the yet unfamiliar feeling of the metal dragging at your walls making your face twist in a way that has Hongjoong losing control and putting it all the way in. He presses as hard and deep as possible, bending your knees against your chest so hard you can feel them cramping. It draws a loud moan from you, almost like a yelp.
“Is that okay?” he asks, worried.
You make eye contact, and you say nothing else. Your arms come to hold onto the back of his neck, bringing him close to you, burying your heads in each other's necks.
“Deeper” you demand.
“It can’t go deeper”
“I want it” you almost cry. You know he’s right, you know that, and yet “Please?” you beg.
He can’t deny it. Even if you ask him the impossible, he’ll give it to you. He’ll find a way.
He lets his weight do the job, pushing your knees almost next to your ears. His hipbones dig onto your ass as he tries to push into you impossibly deep.
“Fucking... heaven” he breaks into a moan.
“Do I feel good?” you ask, out of your mind.
Hongjoong laughs, genuinely. He has lost his mind too. It’s the way you clench around him. The warmth, the tightness, your body against his, your voice echoing in his head. The moment his hips start dragging against yours he knows he's gone.
“I don’t want to cum” he says it like he’s stopping himself from doing so at that very moment, begging himself not to “I want to stay like this-- keep ah-- keep fucking you” he drags his hips against you, never letting himself pull out too much “Cum inside you” he pants “Over and over again. Forever”
Your moans have started to sound like cries. He had been right about doing this at a hotel. If it had been your apartment, or anywhere else, someone might have called the cops. You can feel how damp the sheets are underneath, you have made such a mess already. The sound gives it away: wet, loud, embarrassing. With Hongjoong never pulling away, the pressure never eases. His piercing digging into the perfect spot over and over again, you keep clenching around him.
”Fuck me” you cry “I need you to fuck me”
He hears you, and he obeys.
“I have to put out a bit for that” he apologizes against your ear.
“No!” you stupidly hold harder onto him.
“-'m sorry”
He parts from you, grabbing your arms and unlocking them from his neck with more ease than he expected. He presses both your wrists against the soft bed before gently asking you with a soft touch to lay on your stomach. You obey with a whimper, anticipation making your damp thighs tremble.
You prop your ass up, but with a gentle hand he presses down on your tailbone to where your clit graces the satin sheets. He exhales with a shaky breath, like he can’t believe he gets to do this finally. This is how he has always wanted to do it. All the times he had fantasized about bending you over and humping you like a dog were finally coming true. That’s all he is and deserves to be to you. A pathetic bitch you allow to fuck you, because you are so kind and sweet to him like this. His hands knead at the flesh of your ass with reverence, his mouth open and letting out quiet, barely audible whimpers. He pushes your cheeks apart, eyes set on the way your pussy comes into view, waiting for him to fill it up. Your lips part with some difficulty, the slick and precum making them stick together. Hongjoong thinks it looks so pretty, red and swollend and fucked like that.
Your hands fist into the sheets when he puts his whole length inside, the throaty whine he lets out earning another clenching around his hard cock. He watches it go in slowly, and realizing how much he's drooling he lets his spit fall to where your cunt is sucking his cock in with almost a mind of his own.
He presses his palms on the small of your back, hips bucking and dragging against your ass every time he pounds his cock deep inside you. He needs to close his eyes to not cum. The way you are moaning, the screams muffled by the pillows. The sound his hips make against your ass mixing with that of your leaking pussy getting abused over and over again. The way your hands are blindly reaching backwards, attempting to get a hold on him. It’s already doing too much.
“No” he groans, you feel his forehead press against your shoulder. His pace falters, but it never stops. The weight of his whole body on you and his cock buried deep inside you is making you drool onto the bed “I’m going to cum”
He’s apologetic, yet his hips never halt. He can’t control himself, not when you feel like this.
“Cum inside me”
“Don’t say that” he begs.
“I want it inside, please”
He cries into your ear, loud and pathetic. You are familiar with that sound by then, the way his body trembles and stiffens. You are not familiar with the warm feeling of hot threads of cum pressed deep inside your cunt, but you welcome it with a string of whimpers. You clench around him over and over again, ripping moans against your ear from him every single time as he unloads inside you.
“I’m sorry” he says, it breaks your heart.
"It's okay, it’s oaky” He feels you shift and start getting up, and he worries for a second while his mind is still cloudy. He gets to a sitting position, and when you feel him slipping out you desperately grab onto him, hands on his thigh “No, don’t get out!”
A bit lost and still riding his high, Hongjoong lets you handle him, lying on his back and with his head almost hanging from the edge. Truth is, you don’t care, and neither does he when he sees how you start riding him again without ever pulling out. His cock is too sensitive, the piercing definitely working his magic on him as well. It makes his hands pull at his hair as he watches your pretty ass grinding against him, his cum spilling from your cunt and onto the base of his cock with the most disgusting noises he’s ever heard. He watches you ride it with his mouth open, the overstimulation making his hands shake where they try to settle on your waist. You use his cock to fuck yourself on it, nails digging on the bedsheets as you frantically slam your ass against his hips. He lets you use him, his head hanging from the bed with an euphoric glint in his eyes as he stares up at the ceiling, tears of pleasure dangling at the corners of his eyes. The bed shakes with the violent, hysterical way you fuck him until you cum, loud and shameful and so in love with him.
He finds strength to push himself up, kneeling behind you with his arms lazily embracing your waist as his head rests on your shoulder, leaving open-mouthed kisses while you try to catch your breath.
“I love you” he mutters against your ear “please” he begs, not sure as to what for.
"NEED A HAND?" ── k.hongjoong┆fem best friend!reader
── ۶ৎ in which despite your friendship hanging by a thread, Hongjoong has a bad break up and asks you to go with him to get a new piercing. he doesn't tell you what kind nor why you have to take a 30 minute car trip to the next town to get it. soon after you get to the tattoo studio, things get out of hand
wc: 9k (how)
content: friends to lovers, angsty, fluff + 18 MINORS DON'T INTERACT; public sex, car sex, handjob, fingering, nasty nasty fingering, hongjoong is a pathetic whiny little bitch in heat, porn with a plot. hongjoong is implied to be self conscious about his size. praise kink? maybe? pathetic!hongjoong
warning: mentions of blood / pain (piercings)
a/n: I had to make this blog just to post this. idc if people see this or if this shows in tags I had to get it out of my system. can you tell I was full ovulating when this happened
Hongjoong had been surprisingly quiet on the car drive to the tattoo shop so far, which given the fact it was thirty minutes away instead of your usual spot was sort of concerning. It's not like he wasn’t a quiet person, most people would be surprised to find out he was, but this wasn’t the kind of silence you were used to. The car had looked exactly the same it had last time you had ridden on it a few months ago. Actually, you were pretty sure the empty bottles and snack wraps might have really been the same, some of them might even have been yours.
It still smelled of that strange air freshener that always made you a bit nauseous when mixed with Hongjoong’s signature cologne, and the seatbelt still felt sharp and uncomfortable on your neck. For some reason you had almost expected the car to have changed somehow, just like with Hongjoong. Sitting there with everything above the surface apparently as it was felt like playing pretend. You had expected for him to drive you into one of the usual shops around town you were already acquainted with, so when he had taken that turn into the highway you had started to get suspicious.
“Can’t get it done anywhere here” he had said “Has to be a real professional”
You had raised an eyebrow at him. He answered, or more like avoided most of your questions without taking his eyes out of the road for even a second. Hongjoong was surprisingly a good driver when he wanted to, but the way his eyes stayed glued straight ahead seemed to be more of an excuse to not look at you. However it might have just been the awkwardness between you two, a conversation to be had that you both were avoiding. Is not like you didn’t want to have it, in fact you had already had the conversation in your mind multiple times after he had texted you “wanna come get a piercing?” after two months of silence. In the end you had just sent “sure” and all the things you had planned to say you had left outside when you had closed the car door.
“Damn” you kicked an empty Monster can that pilled among other things at your feet on the passenger seat “What are you getting?”
“You’ll see. Well...” he trailed off, a soft chuckle as result of a joke you weren’t a part of yet “Not really, I guess”
“...okay?” You could tell without even asking. The eyebags under his eyes, his unkempt hair, the bitterness of the laugh that had just escaped his lips. He wasn’t over it. He wasn’t over her. After all, it had only been a week “You are not doing like, anything crazy, right?”
“Define crazy”
“I don’t know, like... I don’t want you to get something you’ll regret when you forget about her in a month”
“I don’t regret any of these" You had known Hongjoong ever since his skin had been bare, watching as ink left its mark in him one tattoo at a time. You could recollect every single one by memory, even those fans would never get to see. Her name fell from his lips after a brief silence, catching you off guard "That was her name”
“I know”
Of course you did. How could you not when she had been the last thing Hongjoong had talked about before it all went down. She had been a “miracle” as Hongjoong had called her, a meeting brought by fate at some event. You had seen her on his finsta stories, never in person. Embarrassingly, you had stalked her profile a few times like a complete masochist. You didn’t know much about her though, as Hongjoong seemed too busy to keep you updated on the relationship once she had agreed to go out with him. It had lasted about two months, which was within the usual window of time that it took Hongjoong’s relationships to end. It was always like this. Passionately fall for a girl, crash and burn, and then this: new addition to Hongjoong’s body. Well, this time there had been a slight change, but neither of you would bring it up.
“She was okay”
“I wouldn’t know” it pissed you off how you were supposed to be walking on eggshells around him, a little biting wouldn’t hurt him. You could tell it had though. Still, the car drive would be a nightmare if the mood got completely sour, so you decided to liven it up with a joke "Just don't get a full black sleeve or something like that just because your manager isn't here”
Hongjoong seemed to appreciate the breather.
“I know, don't worry. But it is... special”
There it was again, that lower register in his voice. You knew him all too well to understand that there was something that was troubling him. The idea of him doing something absurd for a girl he’d dated for two months pissed you off. That she could be that important while you were the backup friend he'd use when he needed someone to tag along. It made you feel worse that you had actually come to him.
“You sure you are not doing anything weird?”
“Can you stop worrying?”
“Well can you stop fucking around for a second?” Hongjoong looked out of his window, hands gripping the wheel a bit tighter, rings reflecting the sunlight. It didn’t feel good to snap at him, especially not when he was in a vulnerable state like that. But how long could you indulge him? How long could you silently forgive him? “Actually I have no idea why you asked me to come” Hongjoong didn’t look at you, his eyes glued to the asphalt and body stiff under your gaze. You sighed and looked out of the window, giving up “I guess time out is over”
The direct sunlight blinded you for a moment before you closed your eyes. You crossed your arms over your chest as it rose up and down with a heavy sigh. Hongjoong eyed you through the corner of his eye, his tongue slowly wetting his lips as if getting ready to say something. Whatever it was it felt heavy on his chest.
“I need someone with me” he murmured loud enough for you to hear, a slight shakiness in his voice “Someone I trust”
You opened your eyes and turned to him, catching his a second before he set them back ahead. There was worry but also determination.
“Okay, you are really freaking me out now”
“I am making it sound worse than it is, trust me”
“Then why don’t you just tell me?”
“It’s... complicated. Listen, I just--” he shrugged, hands leaving the wheel for a second “I can’t ask anyone else. It has to be you”
Far from easing your worries, the bare rawness of his voice worried you even more.
“Okay, stop the car. You are acting crazy”
“I keep making it sound weird but it’s true, okay?” he cackled somehow genuinely at your reaction “And if we get there and you don’t want to hold my hand you can wait outside but...” his shoulders shook with a brief shrug, then a short pause “It’ll hurt less knowing you are there”
You hated how much his words affected you.
“You really are not going to tell me”
“I sort of, maybe... want to see the face you make when you find out”
You saw the smile tug at the corner of his lips, the first one you’d seen since getting in the car. The first one you’d seen in months that didn’t come from a picture with him and his ex on his instagram story.
“Oh... so you are fucking with me. Thank god, I was starting to get worried. Turns out you are just your usual asshole self”
“If it ain’t broken, don’t fix it”
You shook your head with a scoff “Idiot”
You felt his eyes on you, the silence still tense but somewhat lighter.
“Thank you for coming, though”
You bit your lip and your eyes wandered to the landscape across your window again.
“Had nothing better to do”
-
The tattoo shop was by far the most professional looking you had ever seen Hongjoong step into. The receptionist even smiled at the both of you as he saw you come in. You sat on the red velvet couch propped against the black wall, perfectly decorated with framed designs and art pieces in clean, minimalistic frames. Hongjoong walked towards you with the paperwork to sign in hand and sat next to you, closer than you had expected him to. You were still walking on eggshells around him, but he didn’t seem to be doing the same. He should have. He should be the one worried about making the wrong move, say the wrong thing, sit too close to you. And yet there he was, elbows propped on his knees that bruised against yours like it was okay to just do so. Like the last two months hadn’t happened. You both got taken into the room almost immediately where a man in his mid-thirties welcomed you two with a warm, formal smile The smell of sterilizer hit your nose almost as strongly as the white light had hurt your eyes. There was a black tattoo bed in the middle of the room where you assumed Hongjoong would sit, with two small stools resting nearby.
“We already went over all the details during your consultation and I trust you read the paperwork as well. I know you are familiar with all this but I just want to make sure you are ready”
“Yes sir, I am”
Whether it was anticipation or fear you couldn’t tell, but you knew him well enough to hear the nervousness behind the casualness of his voice.
“Okay! Get comfortable on the bed and pull down your underwear. You need to get erect for me to work the piece so I’ll give you guys a few minutes”
What?
You hadn’t said that aloud, and yet Hongjoong turned towards you like he had heard you. All color drained from his face as he saw the artist leave the room, the soft click of the door as it closed the last noise that room heard for a few seconds as you both stayed still.
“I did not think about that” Hongjoong finally said, pointing towards the door “Fuck, I should have told you earlier. I’m sorry” he passed both his hands through his hair, messy strands of freshly dyed black hair standing in all directions “This is fucking weird. I’m sorry, I--”
“What exactly is going on?”
“So... remember that idea I mentioned a year ago?” he asked hesitantly, forcing a smile
It took you a bit of effort to remember, and then your mouth fell open.
“You are out of your mind” your eyes unconsciously traveled down to his black sweats before you shut them tightly, attempting to compose yourself and ignore the heat creeping up your face “You brought me for this?”
“No! I didn’t-- shit, the plan was for you to just hold my hand” he held your gaze, and you saw the confidence leave him as his eyes moved somewhere else in the room as the reality of the situation seemed to hit him “Or you can wait outside, as I said--”
“What the fuck” you said, attempting to make sense of the situation. Of course. Only Hongjoong could get you both in a situation like this “Is that why you said I was the only one you could ask?”
“No, fuck. I’m sorry, seriously. I didn’t think of this. Shit” he laughed nervously “You can just leave and come back with him, close your eyes and all that” Hongjoong pondered for a moment, just how selfish he could get “Or you can just not come back. I just wanted you to hold my hand while it goes in but it’s okay, it’s stupid ”
No matter how amusing it had been seeing him panic in such a way, the sound of his voice, beaten and ashamed was not something you enjoyed. And yet.
“I should have known it was something crazy when you called me. I mean... after two months? You must have been desperate”
Hongjoong lowered his head, eyes fixed on his beaten black Converse. He blinked a few times and he pinched the bridge of his nose with a deep frown. He shifted his weight where he stood and you just waited.
“I’m sorry” he finally said, voice lower “I should have spoken to you”
You fell quiet, your soft smile and confidence disappearing.
“We already spoke about that”
“Not really. Not properly”
“It was nothing, Hongjoong”
“I shouldn’t have kissed you”
You sucked in your bottom lip, chest feeling tight.
“I said it was nothing”
You had said that. You both had.
Back in the same car you both had driven to the tattoo shop in. He had driven you home after one of your regular late night hang outs. Car drive, radio on and a “goodnight” that had stretched until early in the morning. You could still see him as he had been, head turned to you on the driver seat, smile wide as he laughed at something you couldn’t quite recall. The engine had been turned off a while ago when you both had realized the conversation would last longer than expected once again. That had been the night he had told you about the “miracle girl”, every detail he gave you about her making a bit more nauseous. There were years of practice to the way you could smile at Hongjoong as he spoke to you about other girls, but there was nothing you could do about the suffocating pressure of your chest whenever he did so. Your body had been turned to him, seatbelt unlocked, simply watching him under the dim light of a distant street lamp. It hurt every time you realized how much you loved him, and as you always did when the truth hit you, you became small and felt inadequate no matter what you said or did. You always tried to run away from him when that happened.
“I didn’t even have to ask for her number, she just gave it to me!”
“That’s bold” you matched his tone, hoping that would make lying easier. It usually did.
“Right? I don’t know. It was kind of hot”
“I bet. It’s your lucky day”
You wish you could have said the same thing. Your shift at work had been an absolute nightmare, the kind that made you want to lock yourself in the bathroom and angry cry for a few minutes. Your whole week had been like that, really. The only thing that had made it bearable was the plans you had made with Hongjoong on a rare spot where he was schedule-free, and now there you were: listening to him talk about how he had met the woman of his dreams that also happened to be really interested in him. You wished you could be an adult and be happy for him, but you were just a person, and the fact you couldn’t bring yourself to do so made you feel like a terrible one.
“You good?”
Hongjoong sounded worried, and when you finally rose your head to look at him he looked like it too. You hadn’t realized you had zoned out, lips wrapped around the straw of your empty drink and eyes fixed somewhere far away.
“Yeah, sorry. I’m just tired”
Hongjoong shifted on his seat and fully turned to you.
“You wanna talk about it?”
Of course you couldn’t fool Hongjoong. He knew you too well. That’s why it scared you so much whenever your act slipped even if just a bit. He would know.
You forced a smile, your acting not as sharp under the scrutiny “I’m fine, sorry. I’m excited for you, really” you had said, with the type of casualness that took effort. He had stilled at that, as if you had said something wrong. You had noticed the look he’d give you sometimes when you did things like these, like he somehow knew something was wrong. His eyes would scan your face for something, and it worried you that one day he might find it. Maybe he had already. You felt the familiar overwhelming feeling creep up on you, and you knew you couldn’t bear it much longer “Is late and all we are doing is talking so...”
You were looking for a way to finish the sentence and excuse yourself when he interrupted. His voice was low and the words stuck together with a mix of heat and confidence.
“Got any other suggestions?”
The heat crept from your chest to your face so quickly you almost felt feverish. You let out a nervous giggle and Hongjoong’s lips stretched into a smile, his heavy lided eyes dragging from your avoiding eyes to your lips that were still toying with the straw. Hongjoong took the empty cup from your hands and dropped it somewhere at his feet. The sudden silence in the car had made your heart start racing, and you would have said another stupid thing to break the tension if he hadn’t leaned over and kissed you. His lips pressed against yours, shut tight and a bit dry, nothing like you had imagined a hundred times before. His fingers buried themselves on your hair, stiff at first, then loosened when you hummed in satisfaction. He pulled away just enough to let you say something, and when you didn’t he kissed you again, tongue briefly draging along your lips. The sound of your mixed jaded breathing felt loud and obscene in the dead quiet of the car, and the idea that someone could pass by and see you through the windows worried you and excited you all the same. The idea that someone could see you kissing Hongjoong is one you had fantasized about for so long it felt ridiculous by then, and yet there he was, moaning against your lips and hand gently dragging up and down your knee before making its way upwards to your tigh. His thumb brushed along your jeans before he pulled away enough to whisper:
“This okay?”
His voice made you giddy, so close and low and hot against your mouth. You got to nod only once before a bright light blinded you, making you both wince and turn to it. It’s was his phone that vibrated against the holder with an incoming call. Her name was displayed in bold black letters against the white background. There was a few seconds in which you had to make a choice, and as usual the one you took was the easy one that would cause you the most pain. You just laughed.
“Calling at two in the morning? You better pick that up”
The muscles pulling at your smile ached, and the strain to keep your voice steady hurt your throat. You pulled away from Hongjoong, in more ways than one. He could feel it immediately. The coldness, the distance.
“I mean... it’s just--”
“It’s okay Hongjoong” you had already opened the door, body turned away from him and your leg already on the ground “I'm cool on you”
That had been the last time you both had seen each other. There had been some awkward texting trying to emulate a casual conversation for a few days before he told you he was dating that girl, and then the conversation had died until he had asked you to come get the piercing with him.
“I’m sorry” he repeated, a bit louder, shakier. He looked at you from barely a few feet away, but the distance between you two felt bigger and way colder “You can wait in the car if you want. I’ll take you home later. Or I can call you an uber and you can leave now”
You didn’t want to leave, and despite everything, you didn’t want things to be like this.
“Hongjoong, I’d do this for you any time, but...” you hestitated, and you understood why he couldn’t look at you as you found yourself avoiding his eyes too. It was shame, fear “Getting a new girlfriend and shutting me off for months only to ask me to come here and do this? Like you knew I’d come back to you like a lap dog?” you felt your jaw quiver, cutting your speech short “It doesn’t feel great”
“That wasn’t my intention. I just wanted to see you” Hongjoong scoffed “That’s kind of w...” Hongjoong trailed off and silence settled once again “I kept talking about you” he finally said “That’s why we broke up”
You stared at him, and to your surpise he was looking at you. You saw his pupils shake, but he didn’t look away, no matter how much he wanted to.
“What a stupid reason” you whispered.
“Yeah”
Your arms unfolded and fell to your sides.
“Do you want me wait outside?”
A shrug.
“Do you want to leave?”
“I asked first”
“I asked second”
You both laughed softly, and for a moment it all felt like it’d all be alright. You pondered for a few seconds before you walked to the door and disappeared behind it. Hongjoong nodded, more to himself than to you.
“Fucking stupid” he muttered to himself as he pulled down his sweats, just as the door opened and you entered the room again “Shit! What--”
Hongjoong hurried to pull his pants up again, hitting the stools and making a crashing noise reverberate through the room as he fell forward on the bed. You would have laughed if you hand’t been fighting the dizziness that came with your eyes quickly snapping to the other side of the room. You had seen nothing, and you needed to keep telling yourself that so the heat wouldn’t turn your cheeks bright red.
“Sorry! I should have knocked. I asked him if he could give us a few more minutes”
“Wh--”
He looked completely lost and embarrassed as he straightened up. His hands were still tightly gripping the waistband of his pants as he saw you walk inside the room and towards him.
“You are all depressed now, there’s no way you are going to get hard so--”
“Wow, can you not say that?” he asked with almost a wince, his eyes closed tightly as if you were the one suddenly undressing in front of him with no warning.
You gave him a confused look.
“What? Get hard?” a crooked smile spread across your face as you saw the slight pink at the tip of his ears “I’m pretty sure you’ve heard worse things”
“Yeah, not from you. It feels... wrong”
“What happened to ‘it has to be you’” you mocked.
“I meant for you to hold my hand”
You pursed your lips, furrowing your brows in confusion.
“So you don’t need any help?”
“What? What do you mean?”
“I sort of... thought that’s what you actually meant when you asked me if I wanted to stay”
You could see the gears turning in his head, painfully slowly.
“No! No, I’d never--” Hongjoong closed his mouth, then opened it again “I mean, not... never”
“Whatever, Hongjoong. I’m a woman. I’m your friend. It’s cool with me” you said, feigning aloofness “You can just... touch me or something, imagine I’m her or whoever. I don’t know”
Hongjoong stared at you for what felt like minutes before he spoke again.
“You are crazy”
“Actually, I am ‘the only one you could ask’”
“Stop it, I’m going to kill you” the threat was loud and genuine, but you could also see the way his eyes scanned your body in one swift look before falling silent again.
His eyes wandered around the room. You bit your lip, worried that this was it. Everything could break apart in an instant, the fate of your friendship at the tip of Hongjoong’s tongue.
“He’s going to charge you over time” you joked, trying to backtrack.
“Shut up”
Silence again.
“Hongjoong” you called for him in a soft voice, and he finally looked at you “I can leave, it’s okay. I’ll be on the other side when--”
“No” he instinctively took a step forward, as if you were going to walk away “It’s fine is just...”
You didn’t notice when Hongjoong had walked backwards towards the bed, bringing you with him as his hand still held your arm. He had sat down on the bed and as he rested his back against the back of it you knew he wouldn’t say anything else. There was no need for it. He let go of you and sat with his hands resting over his lap as if he didn’t know what to do with himself. He was looking at you, waiting for you to approach him. Under any circumstances you would have laughed, but you just crossed the distance and stood closer to him.
“Where did that big talk go?” he joked, the excitement and nervousness evident in his voice.
You panicked for a moment, the situation becoming real all too suddenly.
“Do you want to make out or...?”
“I don’t know what we are doing” he said and you laughed together “But it feels good”
“I haven’t even touched you yet”
“You are gonna touch me?” he said, halfway between a question and a plea.
You absentdmindedly reached for his hair, burying your fingers in the soft black locks while trying to ease your own heartbeat. The moment your fingertips had ran through the base of his scalp he stilled, a shiver running down his back. Hongjoong inhaled softly and deeply, eyes fluttering before fixating on your lips.
“Is that alright?”
Your voice was low, the question spoken like a secret. Hongjoong nodded lazily, face dangerously close to yours.
“Feels good”
His voice dived an octave lower, which you took as an invitation to drag your nails a bit further through his scalp. Hongjoong shifted on his seat and he closed his eyes. You took in his features, still the same as you had remembered these last few months, and yet something had changed. Maybe it had been you.
“I missed you” you confessed with a shaky breath.
“Me too”
“Don’t do that again”
Your fingers grabbed onto his hair, softly pulling at the locks and earning a sharp inhale from him. Hongjoong opened his eyes, brown eyes piercing through yours, eyelids heavy.
“I won’t”
He brought his hand to your waist, taking a moment to gauge your reaction. You expected him to have reached higher, towards the thin lace of your bra. He could have felt the drumming of your heart against your chest, almost begging to be felt. Instead he drew his fingers across your waist, his hand hesitantly sneaking underneath your top and caressing your lower back. Goosebumps covered every inch of your skin, you were sure Hongjoong would be able to see it. His eyes darted around your body, seeing it stiffen as his fingers caressed further up your back with lazy moves. His head fell forward, almost resting against your shoulder, nested against your neck. You felt the hot fanning of a breathing against your neck, and Hongjoong saw your swallow before his eyes fluttered shut as he stirred on his seat. The motion made his nose bump against your neck, and your hand instinctively held his shoulder as if you thought he would fall, fingernails digging slightly into his skin when you felt the softeness of his lips brush against your ear for just a second. Then again, a bit bolder but hesitant chaste kiss to your neck with a soft noise.
You felt his shoulder muscles under his skin as he moved his arm, followed by the rustling of clothes. He struggled awkwardly for a few seconds in which his grip on your waist tightened. The side of his face felt burning hot against your neck, and you wondered if he was embarrassed.
“Do you need help?”
“No” he was “I’ve got it”
The hand on his shoulder ventured downwards, anticipation jolted through your body before you had time to feel ashamed of it. You felt the hard bits of the old band t-shirt Hongjoong wore, the name faded away and rough under your fingertips. You felt his chest rise up and still as your hand stayed there for a second, feeling the faint drumming of his fast heartbeat, before continuing your way down. The fanning of his breath against your neck stopped and his body froze when he felt you push his hand that was resting on his crotch to the side. His other hand that had been low on your back, pinky finger toying with the hem of your jeans stopped altogether. Saying he was half hard would have been an understatement. It felt hot as you palmed it softly over his sweats. A soft whine escaped his lips, so pathetic you felt it directly between your legs. You stilled for a moment, savoring and processing the sound of it. It must have been too long because with a hot sigh Hongjoong's hand rested on top of yours, squeezing himself with your hand in a silent, desperate and pathetic plea. You palmed him, a bit drunk on how desperate he felt, head limp on the crook of your neck, his body so hot you could feel it. His fingernails digged slightly on your lower back as he whined against your ear, holding onto you as if steadying himself. You could feel yourself getting wet. If this was the state you were both in by simply touching each other over clothes, just how much--
Hongjoong moaned against your neck when you passed your fingers under the waistband of his sweats. Of course he wasn't wearing underwear, it would be too uncomfortable after the piercing was done. His skin felt hot, sweat making it a bit sticky too. When you finally grabbed his cock his mouth opened in a silent moan. He was hard by now, heavy under your touch, gratefully twitching when you had started dragging your hand painfully slowly. He was dragging his tongue through your neck in open mouth kisses, lost in the way you pumped him slowly.
"Can I put it out?" you asked, sounding way hornier than you wanted him to know. He shook his head, but the way his hand gripped at the flesh of your waist told you the idea was somewhat to his liking "I want to see it"
He thrust himself into your hand, giving himself away almost like it had been an accident. He moaned weakly into your neck, and soon he found himself doing it again, and again, and again. The chair rocked slightly, the frantic screeching of its swaying filling the room and giving away the pathetic way Hongjoong was fucking himself into your hand, holding onto you for dear life. His hands gripped at your shoulders and waist, putting you at a very uncomfortable position, but the sound of his panting on your ears and the feeling of his now slick cock desperately thrusting onto your hand was too exhilarating for you to care. Then you heard his airy voice against the shell of your ear, loud and hot. It sent the most pleasant chills down your spine.
“You can tell him to come in”
You both could tell neither of you wanted to stop, but he knew he'd cum if he thrust into you even once more. You put your hand away, resting it against his chest to stabilize yourself. His clothes felt strangely warm, and the feeling of his fast heartbeat strangely flattering. You expected him to look away when you pulled away from him but he didn’t, his clouded eyes stuck to you like a madman. He fixated on the way your chest rose up and down, your exposed waist where he had lifted your top, the small wet patch on your neck where he had drooled. Your chest, where he seemed to regret not touching you. Your flushed face and hazy eyes staring down at him, mirroring his.
“Hurry, or I’ll finish” he moaned against your mouth.
You turned around and exited the room under Hongjoong’s burning gaze. It felt embarrassing to call for the artist in such a state, wondering if he'd know. When you entered the room your eyes stayed glued to the floor until you had been next to Hongjoong, his hand warm holding tightly onto yours. It felt so strange doing this after what had just happened. The metallic clanking behind you made you shiver and you tried not to think about what would be going down soon. Next to you, Hongjoong’s eyes were glued to the ceiling, the strong white light reflecting on his glassy blue eyes.
“It’ll be just a moment” his eyes fell onto you and despite the nervousness still evident in them, they softened “You are going to look so cool”
His grip on your hand tightened. It really was just a moment, but to Hongjoong it probably felt way longer than it had been. Your hand would hurt for a while after the way he had held onto it, but you wouldn’t tell him that. His jaw tensed as he held in a pained cry, and despite not being able to see what was going on, the implication made you wince. A single tear streamed down his cheek, softly wiped them away by you. His breathing seemed to steady as you heard the familiar sound of gloves being pulled out.
“All done. Bleeding for a few days will be normal, it’s nothing to worry about. Clean the wound twice a day, dry it gently, don’t touch the piece, the usual. No swimming. No oral or penetrative sex for a month" none of you said anything, but you both were obviously disappointed "Erections are okay but there might be some bleeding too... I think that’s it. I’ll let you fix yourself and I’ll be waiting outside, okay? See you in a minute, guys”
“Thanks” Hongjoong’s voice was raspy but he felt alright “Wait outside, I’ll be right there”
“Okay”
-
You had expected for Hongjoong to walk with a bit more difficulty than he did, but despite the slight hint of discomfort on his face there weren’t many tells. He might be able to hide it from the members after all. After Hongjoong had arranged for his follow up visit you both exited the place, the clear mid-day sky welcoming you despite the chill air. You expected things to get awkward, but it surprised you how much you both just seemed horny and frustrated.
“You hungry?” Hongjoong asked as he fished inside of his jacket for his car keys.
“I could go for a bite, yeah”
His hand grabbed onto the handle of the driver’s seat and you both sat down inside.
“Thank you. Really” he said.
“No need. And I am sorry”
Hongjoong frowned.
“Sorry for what?”
“For your girlfriend breaking up with you because of me”
His lips shaped into a crooked smile.
“Who said she’s the one who broke up?” You looked at each other for a moment before he leaned forward and he kissed you. It was soft, and slow. So slow that it was obvious it was far from innocent. His eyes trailed down your body with a sigh "What about we go back to your place, actually?"
You bit your lip and shook your head. Your thighs pressed together.
"Didn't you hear what he just said"
"He said no oral and no sex, on me" his eyes bored into yours, hungry "There are so many things I can do for you" his hand rested on your knee, lazily moving upwards "Please?" Your legs parted and his hand eagerly touched your through your jeans. Hongjoon let of a soft groan, even through the thick fabric he could feel the heat "How wet did you get?"
"It's your fault" you complained, aware of the way Hongjoong would soften up at your pouty demeanor from time to time.
"Is it?" he feigned innocently, his fingers uselessly pressing harder over your entrance through the jeans, as if your cunt was desperately calling out to him. It was nothing short of disgusting how horny you both were in plain daylight, parked on the street with people passing by "Should I fix it?"
-
You both tried to make the ride back to your apartment, but thirty minutes proved to be too much. Heat was blinding Hongjoong, eyes darting around like a crazy man, so impatient he'd hit the claxon at any car that took more than one second to floor it after the light turned green. He was trying hard not to touch you with his free hand, and you were busy ignoring how uncomfortably your panties stuck to your pussy. He had driven inside the parking lot of a mall, half empty, as you questioned him.
"I'm sorry" he had said, before finding the emptiest, most secluded part of it and parking against the wall "get in the back" he demanded, but there was desperation underneath it.
He winced like something hurt, and it was then you could see he was fully hard underneath his sweats. You wanted so badly to see the piercing. Touch it, suck around it, feel it deep inside. A moan escaped your mouth just thinking about it as you let yourself fall on the back seat, Hongjoong coming through the door and slamming it behind him. His hands went for your zipper right away, pulling at the waist of off your jeans with impatient hands. You stopped him.
"All the way?" you asked, your panic as strong as how feverishly horny you felt.
"No one will see" he said before he kissed you, mouth open and tongue dragging across it.
Hongjoon moaned at the difficulty he had when he tried to pull your pants down. He had become painfully aware of your plush thighs and pretty ass for a long time now. He had thought about humping you like a dog whenever he took notice of how well fitted your pants were, or when you'd sit down next to him in a playful minskirt. He didn't even think about fucking you, the simple idea of humping your ass, fully clothed and cumming in his boxers was enough for him. The jeans pilled in an awkward way at your ankles, but it was enough for Hongjoong to maneuver. He didn't waste time and pulled your panties to the side. Breath hitched on his throat when his fingers touched your pussy. You could see the blissful surprise in his eyes, locked on yours, before he had to look down to make sure he wasn't going crazy. He trailed his fingers across it, so wet they easily slid across it.
"Fuck" he said in a pained whine, like he couldn't believe his eyes. He closed them for a moment, trying to concentrate on the nasty, slick sounds that embarrassingly filled in the quiet of the car as his fingers spread your lips. It made his dick twitch painfully.
His eyes went back to yours again, as if asking you if this was real. You looked away, embarrassed. It drove him insane, your flushed face, shiny shy eyes and brows furrowed in shame. All while he felt his fingers wet and sticky against your cunt that seemed to be pleading for him to fuck you.
He didn't even try, his fingers seemed to slip inside your pussy with ease, getting sucked in in a way that had you both moaning into each other's mouths. He pulled them out, taking off the rings on his fingers and unceremoniously tossing them somewhere in the car. He put his fingers right back in as deep as he could, his other hand trying to push your knee as far away as the jeans at your feet allowed it. He groaned almost childishly, taking his fingers away again.
"Take the pants off"
He leaned forward to take your shoes off, but you stopped him again.
"What if someone sees"
"The windows are tinted"
It shouldn't have been enough to convince you, but it did the job. You let him take your shoes and jeans off, horny by just seeing how desperate he was to just finger you. He turned you slightly, your back now pressed against the car door, him sitting on the back seat with your pretty pussy in full display for him. Your back hurt, uncomfortable, but the way he was looking at you was worth it. You could see his fully hard dick pressing against his sweats and you knew it must hurt against the restrain. He pushed your knees apart, but you closed them. It almost made you feel bad, the way he looked at you like he had done something wrong. Before he had time to wonder if he had messed up, you said:
"Pull your pants down, friction is going to hurt you"
Hongjoong bit his lips, it did hurt.
"It's okay..." he started saying, until he saw how you pressed your legs together, hiding you from him. The simple act of losing sight of your leaking pussy for even a second seemed to do the trick, his hands quickly pulling the waistband of his sweats down and freeing his hard, red cock. You could faintly see the piercing, glistening faintly under the fluorescents of the parking lot. You pussy clenched around nothing, around the mere thought of fucking his pierced cock deep inside you.
"Do you like it?" he asked, a hint of shyness laced on his heated breath.
"When it gets better, can I fuck it?"
Hongjoong nodded slowly, as if taking in your request. He parted your legs, slightly pressing them against your chest, making you whimper at the nasty way he was eyeing you. With a whimper he went back to trace his fingers across your pussy, tantalizingly slow for someone who was so desperate to be knuckles deep inside you seconds ago.
"I want to spit on it but you don't need it"
You understood then why he had fallen so quiet, why he was toying with your entrance. He was savoring the sound of it. The slick, faint and nasty sound your pussy made whenever he graced his fingers across it. You pushed your hips, almost begging him, and he obeyed. His fingers slid right inside again, this time perfectly going all the way in until his knuckes pressed against the entrance. How he wished he could put more in, fuck you like a pathetic bitch in heat in the back of his car. The way you moaned brought him back to reality. You clenched around him, and he worried he might cum. Slowly he pulled his fingers out, savoring the slick coat of arousal around your fingers before pushing them back in. They filled you up again, your hips moving on their own again. He pumped them inside you slowly, lost in the small pants that left your mouth, your eyes glued to the way his hand got sucked inside your cunt over and over again. His thumb started to press at your clit whenever his fingers went all the way in, and the loud moans you were trying to suppress turned into pathetic cries whenever it did. The cries, the exposure, your hot pussy, the filthy sounds. He was going to cum. He needed to compose himself.
He pulled his fingers out, and you let out a whimper that sounded like a question. He dragged your legs towards him, until he had your back arching across the back seat. His hands grabbed at the neck of your tank top, pulling it down unceremoniously to expose your tits to him. The way he seemed so desperate to do so got you clenching around nothing. His hands moved to them, palming them with a satisfied groan, brows furrowed as he took the whole sight in. You, sprawled in the back seat of his car, chest exposed and your legs open just for him to see and touch, thighs wet with your own arousal. His hands dragged down, nails scratching at your stomach and thighs on their way back to hold the back of your knees against your chest.
"I want to fuck you" he said, as if it were a confession "I've always wanted to fuck you"
Maybe it had been a confession, an apology he felt he'd owe you soon. He winced, and you thought the piercing might hurt, but you understood once you saw and felt him cum on you and the leather seat. A thin string connected his cock to the cum that now covered your gaping pussy. It felt hot, but not as hot as the sight in front of you: Hongjoong hunched forward, head down in shame and panting slightly.
"I'm sorry" he breathed out, an you could tell he was embarrassed.
He heard you groan lowly, and for a second he worried he really had ruined everything, until you said:
"You are so hot"
His head shot up when he felt you grabbing his wrist, coating his fingers on his own cum before moving your hips to fuck yourself onto his hand. Hongjoong moaned loudly in surprise, which startled him so much that he turned around to make sure no one had heard. He brought his attention back to you quickly, not wanting to miss a single second of what was going on inside his car. Neither did you. The sight of his shiny eyes, fucked-out expression and parted lips making you squeeze his pretty fingers, dragging another whine from him.
"You are fucking me so well" you said, speaking for the first time. You voice was strained, dry "Can't you feel how much I love it?"
You clenched around him on purpose, and the way his face twisted anyone might think he was severely hurt.
"Does it feel good?" he breathed "Do my fingers feel good? Tell me they feel good"
His desperation made you clench again "It feels so fucking good, can't you hear it?"
He could hear it, that filthy sound now exacerbated by his cum getting pushed in and out of your cunt. He was getting hard again, watching you hold onto his hand and thrust into it, using it to abuse your own pussy with such a pleased, eager expression.
"You are so pretty. You have such a pretty pussy" the words left his mouth like a lost thought. He wasn't really thinking anymore.
"I want you to fuck it"
"Shut up" he groaned.
Hongjoon leaned in and kissed you, the drool that had formed at the sight of you now falling down your chin in a clash of teeth and tongue. He pressed his tongue against yours, forcing it deep inside your mouth just as he buried his fingers deep, deep inside you. The moan that rose from your throat choked on his tongue. He pulled it out of your mouth it with a nasty sound, a thread of saliva connecting your lips. Just by the way he looked, you knew he was hard again.
"I'm going to fuck you so good. I promise you"
He pulled his fingers back again, and proceeded to finger you at a speed that made it clear he was trying to get you to cum before he did again, and he was close.
"You sound so fucking good"
He patted at his sweats with his free hands, hand looking for something like a desperate puppy. He finally found it: his phone. When you realized what he was doing, both embarrassment and heat spread through your lower belly, making you whine in a way that made Hongjoong's hand shake, but his pace never faltered. He had opened the recording app and placed it close to your pussy, making sure every filthy little sound was saved for later.
You came with a loud cry, and Hongjoong savored every small clench, every small wet sound that came from your orgasm as he moaned himself, painfully hard and wishing he could use you like a fleshlight. He rode out your orgasm by recording every sound, fingers going inside and out, stretching you out and dragging them across your cunt to record as much as possible. When he was done, he pulled them out, and sat with a deep sigh, placing his hard cock insde his sweats with a wince. He took a look at you, then leaned forward and kissed you softly on the lips. It was soft, careful, like the first one you had shared in that same car. You were both riding the high, and you felt blissful enough to do him the favour of cleaning his fingers by bringing them to your mouth, tongue dragging across them in small licks.
"You are awful" Hongjoong said, voice strained and eyes going dark again.
It made you chuckle, and baring your teeth you bit them playfully before placing a chaste kiss on them.
He pulled your top back up, and helped you sit comfortably after lying in such a straining position for so long. The truth was, if he let you stay in that position for longer, he might be tempted to bury his fingers deep inside you again. God, he already missed the feeling of your pussy around them. He looked around to make sure there was no one around.
"You good?" he asked, lips pressed against your cheek in a soft kiss.
You humed in response.
"I'm sorry about your car" you said, guiding Hongjoong eyes to the part of the back seat between you two that was covered in cum. Hongjoong's chest rose and fell with a deep sigh.
"It's my fault. I was too impatient"
"How are you going to survive a whole month?"
Something flashed in Hongjoong's eyes. Something soft and unguarded.
"I think I'll manage, if you help me out"
You bit your lip. It was obvious he was still incredibly horny. So were you.
"Do you think you'll last until we reach my apartment?" you didn't miss the way Hongjoong's eyebrows rose, eyes shining, then it disappeared after he took a quick glance at the time on his phone.
"I have to go back to the dorm..."
You playfully shrugged.
"You could be very quiet" you whispered into his lips before kissing them so softly it made his dick twitch.
"I can't be, you just saw" he retorted, but you could tell he only needed a little push.
"It's easy if your mouth is busy" you kissed his neck, tongue dragging swiftly through te spot "Buried under my pretty pussy"
"Okay" that's all he said before he got out and got on the driver's seat "Stay there, I can't drive if you sit next to me, please"
Synopsis: you being in an unhappy relationship and they know it. They just want you to be treated like you should be treated. They could do it better 🥹
Warnings: relationship issues, feelings being invalidated and Niki saying he wants to kill him 👀
Synopsis: you being in an unhappy relationship and they know it. They just want you to be treated like you should be treated. They could do it better 🥹
Warnings: relationship issues, the guys are kinda yearning 😭
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i am not here to police your internet activity, but what i can do is tell you my boundaries. do not cross them. not only is it inappropriate for you, but it is dangerous for me. by interacting with my explicit work, you have the ability to make me a criminal. so don’t.
and just a couple more reminders that shouldn’t even have to be said:
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I am gonna pass out 🥹🥹🥹 I had the luck to get bts Tickets for Munich on the second day!!!! And the sits are close so I can see them clearly 🥹🥹 for once I had the best luck with tickets!!!❤️❤️
Last year I got to see Ateez and Skz which of course I was thankful for but didn’t had the same luck to be this close💜 however this year is gonna be good! Twice in May and Bts in July!!!💜💜
I saw that Idle are gonna announce a world tour too… my bank account is already hating me😭
Hope you all had the best luck too💜💜
Sorry for the ranting…I am just so happy and grateful I just wanted to let it out in here, my safe place💜💜
