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[littlexbunni]

⌞3:41 am- home⌝

type: timestamp

pairing: hongjoong x reader

word count: 166

warnings: none.

You sleepily blink awake at the sound of the keypad beeping and the lock shifting open with a resounding click in the otherwise quiet apartment. The shuffling of shoes and bags can be heard from your place on the couch as you slowly rise to sit up and rub the lines from the side of your face.

“Why aren’t you in bed?” Hongjoong whispers as he comes closer to kneel by your figure. 

“I was waiting for you to come home.” You answer, turning to face him.

Once he looks at you, he laughs softly, brushing your ruffled hair out of your eyes.

“You’re so cute when you look like this,” He smiles wide, fingers traveling to trace your sleepy pout that made your rosy cheeks -warm and flushed from your slumber- puff up in the most adorable way. As his fingers leave, his lips follow in their wake.

“Let’s go to bed,” He says, tugging you to him and leading the way. “I’m finally home.”

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[edenesth]

[4:43 AM]

With a faint groan, you rubbed your eyes groggily, realising you had dozed off once more while waiting for Hongjoong to wrap up in his studio – or so he claimed hours ago.

Retrieving your phone to check the time, you sighed, "It's almost five in the morning, captain. Are you close to finishing up?"

Cursing inwardly, your boyfriend turned towards you, wearing a sheepish smile as if just realising the current time, "I'm really sorry, baby. I could have sworn it was only two o'clock just five minutes ago. Just bear with me for a moment longer; I'm saving my progress, and then we can head home."

Perched on the couch behind him, you shot a surprised glance at the generous opening of his shirt. Narrowing your eyes with a hint of suspicion, you crossed your arms over your chest, "Yah, Kim Hongjoong. Are you trying to seduce me?"

He blinked, trying to comprehend what you were referring to until he followed your gaze and looked down at his attire. Only then did he grasp the extent of the undone buttons. After a moment, a smirk played on his lips, his heart swelling with affection as he relished the adorably sleepy expression on your face while you pouted at him.

"Perhaps I am. It looks like I struggle with buttoning my shirt properly. Would you mind doing it for me?" He teased, powering off his PC and moving over to sit beside you. His hands instinctively found yours as he leaned in to whisper in your ear, "Or... would you prefer to undo them all for me instead?"

His suggestive words elicited a gasp from you, and you playfully slapped his chest, "Are you serious? We're in your workplace!"

Grinning, he held your hand against his chest, "So, does that mean if we were at home right now, you would have welcomed this idea wholeheartedly, hm?"

"Y-you—"

Before you could utter anything further, he was already intoxicated by the comforting fragrance of your perfume, leaning in to capture your lips and silence you.

Your eyes widened at his sudden boldness, considering he had always been reserved about public displays of affection, especially at his workplace where colleagues could walk in at any moment. You figured that sleep deprivation must be getting to him, daring him to take such a risk. After a few unsuccessful attempts to push him away, you surrendered, closing your eyes and kissing him back, melting into his embrace.

Maybe you should have trusted your instincts and stopped things before they reached a point of no return.

The next thing you knew, the door to his studio creaked open, and the voice of his producer, Eden, sounded, "Hongjoong-ah, you're still here? Go home already. Your poor girlfriend must be exhausted waiting—"

He stood still at the entrance as both of you jumped apart, "W-well, it looks like she's not too tired, but that's all the more reason to go home, right? Please don't taint the studio."

You buried your face in your hands as your boyfriend's cheeks flushed deep red. He nodded vigorously, "Y-yes, hyung! We're leaving now!"

After Eden left, you shot him a glare, and he scoffed, pulling you onto your feet and into his waiting arms, "Don't give me that look as if you didn't kiss me back just as eagerly."

Your heart raced at his following words, "Come on, let's hurry home. We should probably finish what we started."

"You need sleep, Joong."

"Not until I have you first, baby."

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I know I said I was gonna start working on my thesis but GOOD LORD, I could not get producer Joong out of my mind. Also, thank you so much for 1.2k followers, holy crap!

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[dancinglikebutterflywings]

Nail Polish | Kim Hongjoong

-> Pairing: Kim Hongjoong x GF!Reader

-> Request: No.

-> Synopsis: Hongjoong finds a creative way to propose.

-> Warnings: A little cheesy. I had no intention of making this a proposal fic but it happened.

-> Word Count: 453

-> Requests: Closed. I will make a post when they are open again.

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As Y/N looks through the nail polishes that clutter Hongjoong's dresser she finds a new colour, or at least she thinks it’s new because she doesn't recall him ever having a shade that matches her exact favourite color. Picking up bottle of nail polish, a recent memory comes flooding back to her.  

"What's your favourite colour?" Hongjoong had asked as he painted her nails. She had just finished painting one nail he always keeps painted. He’d offered to do her nails so they could match. It's their thing as a couple. A little “we’re together” without saying they’re together since their relationship hasn’t been made public. Only close friends and family know about it. 

"How long have we known each other?" She responds, glancing from her nails to him. 

"I don't know, four, maybe five years now?" Hongjoong replies, focusing on carefully painting her nails. 

"And you still don't know my favourite colour?" Y/N teases, a smile playing on her lips. 

He looks up at her, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I know your favourite colour," he says confidently, his eyes quickly darting to her shirt that just so happens to be her favourite colour and locking back with her eyes. “But if you could choose an exact shade, what would it be?” 

“I don’t know,” she answers with a shrug. “There’s so many.” 

“Let’s find one then,” he smiles, finishing up the last nail and blowing on it gently to help it dry. 

They had spent a few good hours going through different shades of her favourite colour before settling on five shades that were eventually cut down to one and it just so happened to be the shade in the bottle in her hand. 

As she holds the bottle in her hand, Y/N can't help but smile. It was little things like this that made her fall even more in love with Hongjoong. His small gestures always mean the most to her. 

She looks up at him, finding him looking at her, a sparkle in his eyes as he sees she’s holding the colour he had custom made for her.  

“Check the bottom,” he tells her. 

Intrigued, she flips the bottle over and reads the label. Her heart starts racing as she reads the little circular label. In the tiny lettering, is the date of their first date followed by the words 'will you marry me?'. 

Tears well up in her eyes as she looks back at Hongjoong, who is now down on one knee, holding out a ring. Overwhelmed, she nods her head, unable to speak. 

He slips the ring onto her finger and stands up, pulling her into a tight embrace before sealing the moment with a kiss. 

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Corporateworker Choi San x (F)Reader

Summary: He was glad he took her to Japan on a business trip, one of the best decisions of his life.

Genre: Fluff (suggestive at the end)

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2k

Est.Read Time: 10 min

Networks: @cromernet @k-labels

Ratings: nc-17

Banner: @cafekitsune

Master List- Corporate Brew

"What year is it?" she hissed, curling into the blanket even more, humming as the cool material soothed her burning, aching body, while ducking into it because for some reason her lover had declared 'And let there be light.'

"It's almost 2 pm", his knee dipping into the mattress, hands gripping the soft covers that she was cocooned in, trying to pull them off her head, but she groaned in refusal, "Go away, I am in pain because of you."

Quirking an eyebrow at her muffled accusation, he shook his head, his glasses at the tip of his nose as he tried to think of what she meant by the statement. Choi San was supposed to attend a conference in Japan for a business deal, and since he now had the perks, he had asked her if she would like to accompany him on the three-day trip, he would be busy during the first two days but he had promised to show her the city and spend time with her like actual tourists on the last day before they were to leave. She had instantly agreed, like she would ever say no to him - well, he couldn't say no to her either, so perhaps this was a two-way act of 'simping '. He was also glad that her business was doing well and that she was able to hire a good assistant manager to help out Jongho when she wasn’t around- Yunho was a great guy.

The two had arrived at a decent time yesterday, checked into the hotel, tested out the springs of the mattress, as she’d like to call it, and had a nice meal at a local restaurant nearby, when he had told her about the gym at the hotel, one of the many facilities his job gave him access too, for some reason she had been very eager to ‘hit the gym’ with him, not that he had any issues, he loved working out with people, so who better than her?

He had a meeting early in the morning, once he had come out of the shower, he had thought of waking her up so she could go for breakfast, but the sight of her blissful slumber had him reject his own proposal, opting to tuck her in tighter and kissing her goodbye, much like their usual routine. The meetings went well since Yeosang and the lot had provided him with sufficient material, and for once, Mingi had decided to send the right papers. His meeting had ended early, and lunch meant he had some time on his hands, which is why he had dropped by to check up on her, to make sure she was enjoying herself. Was she…perhaps upset with him? Should he have checked up on her sooner? Maybe she wanted to spend more time with him- he had been very busy for the past few months, and this trip was probably the most time the two had spent together without him being called to work or her being called to the café because Wooyoung and Jongho disagreed on to add resins to the cookies or not. Maybe she thought the two would spend more time together here- well, technically he did say they would, but not on the first day and it wasn’t like her to be irrational, she had always respected his work ethic, only interfering when it became too hectic for him- one of the many things he loved about her. Then it must have been something else. Was she mad because she couldn’t go to the breakfast buffet? If that was the case, then he had the answer to spend some quality time with her and for her to eat.

"I know you must be hungry, that’s why, I got Mrs.Choi breakfast, let’s eat together before I have another meeting,” his words soft, noticing how her grip loosened, peaking up from behind the covers, pouting at him, “Say that again.” She whispered, slowly pulling up, her back resting against the pillows as she looked up at him, reaching for the strings of his hoodie, “Say that again, please.”

All too soon her lover's soft expressions morphed to a cheeky Chesire-like grin, eyes twinkling with curiosity, his whole being oozing with confidence, “Say what again?” his expressions laced with faux innoncence, pouting at her, cupping her face staring at her intently when she mumbled, “What you said earlier.”

“What? let’s eat together before I have another meeting?” lowering himself, he watched her sigh, grateful for how soft the pillows were, but she gently shook her head, “Before that.”

“Ohhh- you mean, ‘I know you must be hungry’,” he paused smiling down at her when her eyes snapped open, her expressions laced with annoyance, he knew what she meant, but why give it to her so easily when he could have some fun-

“OW!” pulling back he placed a hand on his chest, rubbing his pec through the cotton material, trying to sooth the pain and burning sensation, “Did you just pinch my-

“That’s what you get for acting all cocky, Mr.Choi.”

“Well, Mrs.Choi, are you going to come eat or not? I have another meeting at four.” He said with a huff, still rubbing the area, as he stood up, it was then that she noticed his change of attire- did he not wear a suit for the meeting?

“I can’t move and did you go to the meeting dressed like this?” she asked only to shiver at the cold air hitting her form when he pulled the covers off her, frowning, “What do you mean you can’t move? I showered after coming back- Are you hurt? Did you pull something at the gym last night? Why didn’t you tell me?” His questions were thrown around as he started to manoeuvre her body, ignoring her yelp when he grabbed her ankles and pulled her down so she was lying on her back, “Is it your ankle? Did you sprain it while on the treadmill?” He asked before flipping her over onto her stomach, “Or your back? Is it a throbbing pain or a shooting up your spine kind of pain?”

“It’s the ‘I went to the gym to stare at my husband workout but he didn’t get the hint and thought I wanted to become Mr. Muscle like him’ so we worked out for two hours kind of pain.” Her words were muffled by the mattress, only for her to squeak when he flipped her around, glaring down at her, though she only smiled at him, admiring the way the onyx tuft of hair had grown back- he never did approve of that couple’s magazine anymore- poking out from under his grey hood.

“I’m married to a perv.”

“I wasn’t the one who flashed my neighbour- SAN WAIT!” heaving her up bridal style he clicked his tongue, shaking his head as he walked towards the coffee table as she gripped onto him for her dear life, “First of all I didn’t flash you, I was fully clothed and secondly, I told you I’m on the clock and would like to enjoy a pleasant meal with my perverted wife.” Setting her down easy on the couch he smiled at her, no hint of annoyance on those sweet features of his, leaning closer to peck her cheek before lifting the lid of her personal, traditional Japanese breakfast, consisting of the usual; steamed rice, miso souple, pickles, grilled fish, tamagoyaki and even some tofu. Admiring the presentation of the food she smiled, picking up the utensils as he brought a chair and sat next to her, she was plating it for him, grabbing a piece of the rolled omelette and raising it to his lips, “Sannie, did you pay for this separately? I don’t think they serve breakfast at 2 pm.”

Smiling at her he gratefully took the bite, admiring how she still made sure to feed him well, even if it were pointless considering he’d always be in the mood to have a meal with her. Not answering her question he nodded towards the food, “It tastes better warm, Mrs.Choi.”

She was eating quietly, while he was busy typing on his phone, this was often how it would go for the two, the comfortable silence enveloping them into their own little bubble, where the two would be too engrossed in their own activities, yet, be hyper-aware of each other’s presence. The only words exchanged would be nonchalant, casual chatter, which to the outsider would seem immensely pointless, but it wasn’t for them. He’d love the way she’d chide in with the ‘try this, Sannie’ and feed him even if he was too busy reading a report. She loved how even if he was busy typing away, he would be attentive enough to notice her little needs, like when he’d stop typing to reach for the bottle of water, unscrew the cap and pour it in a glass for her, then casually going back to work, or how he’d hand a napkin before she would ask.

“We should get little Kang, something too.” She stated, putting the dishes away in a neat manner so she could cover them with the lid, “Though he still isn’t sure if it’s a boy or a girl.”

“I don’t think either would make a difference though,” he mumbled chewing on his lower lip, thumb scrolling on the screen as he stared at it, “I’m sure he’d be thrilled either way.”

“That’s true,” she sighed, thinking of how happy Yeosang was when he told the two that he was going to become a father, he even asked San to become the child’s godfather, which had the broad-shouldered man sobbing like a little boy, nodding as he hugged the dad-to-be to death. That is until the others pulled him away, once they noticed Yeosang turning blue, only for her husband to whine and hug her instead, mumbling onto her shoulder, declaring how happy he was for his friend.

“Do you…have a preference, Sannie?” she asked, leaning closer to him, placing her chin on his shoulder, though he didn’t look away from his phone, it must be something important then, but she really did want to know, did he have a preference? She knew her parents didn’t, especially how they raised her like a little princess, but maybe San did- truly a conversation you have before your marriage but maybe his ‘I don’t mind’ changed to something more specific.

“I…” he paused to stare up at the ceiling as if waiting for a revelation of some kind, “Don’t have a preference, I told you, boy or girl. I would love our child endlessly.” His words had her heart doing backflips, swooning over him even more if that were possible, but his next statement had her figuratively bawling in pure bliss, “Though I get to name her if she’s a girl, princess treatment from day one.” With that, he went back to typing, as if he had not just said something extremely important, something extremely intimate.

“Then, I can’t wait for when we’re ready,” she whispered, leaning closer to peck his cheek before she got up, only for him to grab her arm and throw her over his shoulder as he stood up, ignoring the way she screamed, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING??”

“Fulfilling the desires of my wife.” He stated all too simply, as he marched towards the bed, and tossed her on the bed, watching her whole-body bounce at the soft impact, “What? WHAT? Don’t you have work- NOW? LIKE NOW-NOW?” she crawled backwards, till her back pressed against the headboard, watching him take off his glasses then throw the phone on the couch.

“Meeting got delayed, it’s at five, I have enough time for,” With a slight groan he pulled off his hoodie, a small smirk gracing his lips when he noticed her visibly gulp, gripping onto the sheets with anticipation and excitement, watching him get on the bed, crawling towards her as his hand found its destination, cupping her warm, blushing cheek, face a breath away from her, “a practice round or two.”

“Oh.”

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[scarfac3]

2:16 AM - JEONG YUNHO

Scenario :: i couldn’t sleep and was craving brownies, so here we are

Genre :: fluff

Word count :: 542

You’re standing in the kitchen, making a small batch of brownies as your cravings for sweets randomly hit you like a bus in the middle of the night. You pour a cup of chocolate chips into the batter, fold them in to spread them around in the batter before picking up the bowl and pour the batter into a greased pan covered in parchment paper. Making sure the batter is even in the pan, you pick it up and pop it into the preheated oven to bake, setting a timer for 20 minutes to keep track. You sit down in one of the chairs and decide to play a game on your phone while waiting for the brownies to get done.

About 15 minutes later, you hear the heavy footsteps and quiet groans from your boyfriend as he makes his way downstairs to you; the sweet and delicious aroma of the brownies filling his nose as he gently rubs his tired eyes.

“Baby, what’re you doing down here?” Yunho questions as he sits down next to you, placing his head on your shoulder while looking at you playing the game on your phone.

“I’m baking some brownies. I ended up getting a sudden craving for some sweets, they’re almost done,” you answer, glancing down at him trying his hardest to not fall asleep right then and there. “What’re you doing up, my love?”

You feel his head perk up a bit at the pet name that you gave him, seeing his ears turn a bit red. “Well, I went to sleep with you in my arms and woke up with you not in my arms . You know how hard it is for me to sleep without you.” You see him softly pout at the thought of you not being there while he’s sleeping.

A sudden ring of the timer goes off, letting you know that the brownies are done baking. Yunho automatically moves his head from your shoulder and lets you stand up to take the pan out of the oven. You let it cool down for about 5-10 minutes before cutting it into even squares for you and Yunho and place them onto two plates. You then remember that there’s ice cream in the freezer and take it out, putting enough scoops on your guys’ plates next to the brownies. You take two spoons from the kitchen drawer and give Yunho a plate as you sit down next to him before taking a bite out of the late night dessert, satisfying your cravings for sweets.

You see Yunho do the same thing and hear him let out a hum. “This is really good, you did great, baby.” He tiredly compliments, eating more spoonfuls of it.

You feel warmth spread through your chest, your cheeks heating up at his compliment. You already know that it’s good, but hearing it come from Yunho makes you feel all giddy and happy inside. You two finish the last few bites and put the plates in the sink, heading up the stairs to lay in bed. You and Yunho get in the bed under the soft covers, your limbs tangling together, and drift off into deep slumber as soft snores fill the quiet room until morning.

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[songmingisthighs]

[12:24] dad!hongjoong × baby!minjae (ft. mom!reader)

⇀ having a big family, natural or chosen, could be a blessing or a curse. or both. this time ? hongjoong would rather not choose and just work. his son however, has another idea in mind

⇁ another installment of the baby xikers series finally written after an impromptu discussion about the children and their uncle wooyoung with @starlitmark LMAO LOOKIE I FINALLY WROTE THIS

wc : 1.2 k

genre : fluff ? slice of life ?? baby!xikers, dad!ateez

warning : none

It had been weeks since the big incident and Hongjoong feared his son had started to catch on the situation the parents put Wooyoung in. Or something along the line.

Two and a half weeks ago, Wooyoung took the children to the Seodaemun Museum of Natural History for an educational day. Or so he claimed because not two hours since Wooyoung sent a selfie of him and the kids at the museum entrance to the friend group chat did all of them receive a call to come collect their children (in which Wooyoung's wife was told to collect all three of hers; Junghoon, Hunter, and of course, Wooyoung). Apparently, Wooyoung had told them that they couldn't play with any of the displays which the children took as a challenge rather than a warning. Seeun, Yujun, Minjae, and Sumin tried to get on the Acrocanthosaurus display while Hyunwoo and Hunter took off their shoes and dipped their toes in the Han River section of the Nature Hall to play with the fishies and Junmin, Jinsik, Junghoon, and Yechan somehow got inside the forest ecosystem display. It would have been an easy issue to handle and even let slide had Wooyoung not stood by and taken a video of everything whilst cackling rather than trying to get everyone to stop. After that, the parents rounded together and agreed that Wooyoung was to be put under an indefinite playdate hosting and attendance ban.

Unfortunately, the children were not told of this development as some were still grounded by their parents and some were known to love their Uncle Wooyoung so they'd probably get upset. It took them a while to even notice that suddenly they were not being taken to their Uncle Wooyoung's for playdates nor did their Uncle Wooyoung show up to chaperone.

The first to be told was Jinsik because his dad, Yunho, had given up trying to cover up the issue (literally 20 minutes after Jinsik started asking) and by the time the children were being picked up from playdate at Uncle Jongho's, they were all informed and began protesting in their own ways.

It was safe to say that for the past three days Hongjoong was stuck with Minjae who turned into melted cheese as a form of protest.

"Kim Minjae," Hongjoong called out sternly towards his son who sprawled himself on top of his work bag on his bed. Hongjoong had taken a short shower when he got home only to be met with Minjae groaning and moaning like a stranded starfish on top of his work stuff. Despite being called, Minjae didn't answer and just continued moaning like an injured cat. "Kim Minjae," Hongjoong huffed again, "Please get off my work bag, you'll crush my laptop," he walked closer to his son and stood over him with his arms on his hips. For a moment, Minjae stopped his moaning and looked over to Hongjoong, "Will you take me to Uncle Wooyoung?" Hongjoong raised an eyebrow at his son trying to bargain with him, "I'll take you to the doctor to get a shot instead, how's that?" And with that, Minjae dropped his head back and resumed moaning and groaning.

Minjae kept doing so, even following his dad around who managed to get his things from under Minjae by throwing him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes (and Minjae slid right off his dad's shoulder... like a sack of potatoes). When Hongjoong was setting up his laptop in his home office, Minjae laid on the rug, when Hongjoong took a break to eat the dinner you cooked, Minjae laid across his lap and grumbled despite you trying to get him to sit up and behave when people are eating, then Minjae laid in front of the bathroom like a speed bump which almost caused Hongjoong to trip and fall.

With a sigh, Hongjoong crouched down and stared at his little boy, "Kim Minjae, if you don't cut this out right now I'm going to take you to my room," he threatened. But Minjae blinked and tilted his head, "Can we go to Uncle Wooyoung's room instead?" He asked, trying to bargain yet again. Hongjoong felt the corner of his left eye twitched and firmly stated, "No," then, Hongjoong stood up and tried walking away. Unfortunately, Minjae immediately latched onto his dad's leg and let his body be dagged away. Not even when you ran over screaming, trying to unlatch his grip on Hongjoong's leg did he relent. In fact, Minjae screeched and dug his nails into Hongjoong's leg, leaving the man soundlessly screaming and almost falling on his face. It was quite a sight to behold. Kim Minjae, your usually calm and reserved son, let out a banshee-like screech that managed to surprise the heck out of you, causing you to jump back and stare wide-eyed and as if nothing had happened, Minjae returned to his moaning and groaning while still being attached to his dad's legs.

To say that both you and Hongjoong gave up on trying to get Minjae to stop was an understatement because Hongjoong was now stuck in his home office with his son on the rug behind him moaning and groaning, causing him to lose focus which means that the situation was that bad because Kim Hongjoong doesn't lose focus on his goals. Apparently neither does Kim Minjae. Every 20 minutes or so, Minjae stopped his moaning and groaning to ask Hongjoong if he could go to Uncle Wooyoung's in all sorts of ways. As much as Hongjoong felt annoyed with the incessant behaviour, he had to admit that his favourite was when Minjae offered to prank Wooyoung on his dad's behalf as a form of revenge for the museum chaos.

The moment Hongjoong realized that the moans and groans had stopped was when Minjae finally fell asleep. It was well over 10 pm which means it was past the boy's bedtime. Knowing his relationship with sleep, Hongjoong was not at all surprised that his circadian clock had automatically shut him up. After saving his progress, Hongjoong stretched his body out slightly before getting out of his chair and crouching down next to Minjae who was creating a puddle on the rug ironically enough Wooyoung bought for Hongjoong. The way that they don't even live together anymore but Wooyoung still effectively has his grip on Hongjoong's life.

Gently, Hongjoong moved Minjae's bangs out of his face but as gentle as he was, Minjae still managed to stir and he suddenly opened his eyes. "Daddy going?" he groggily asked, lifting his head up slightly, "It's past your bedtime sir, what do you think?" Hongjoong sarcastically answered, scoffing slightly and shaking his head before scooping the barely conscious boy into his arms without much issue. "Are we going to Uncle Wooyoung's?" Minjae still managed to ask despite the fact that he was already closing his eyes again and resting his cheek on Hongjoong's shoulder. The question sent Hongjoong in disbelief but he simply shook his head, "Not tonight buddy." Thankfully, Minjae nodded and even nuzzled his face deeper, "I'll try again tomorrow," he mumbled in finality before falling back asleep.

As much as Hongjoong wanted to complain and even tell his son no, he knew there was no point. The issue was reserved for the next day. All he could hope for was that Minjae would forget or get distracted.

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[atinycafe]

I NEED HONGJOONG AND A READER WHO'S IN SUBPSACE FOR THE FIRST TIME, HOW WOULD THE AFTERCARE GO (its okay if u dont write for that, you can just ignore my request <3)

warnings: nsfw under the cut, dom!hongjoong, slight dumbification, sub space, use of pet names (pretty, baby, babydoll, sweet girl), protected sex (yay!!!), soft sex, doggy style, 0.9k wrds author's notes: im not uncomfy but im just not very into it so i have no idea if what i wrote acc is enjoyable to people j,ndfcgvh, and also the fact that idk anything about the kink, so this whole thing might be wayyy off topic masterlist

the sea sparkles brightly as the waves sway in a mesmerizing dance. you can hear the gentle sounds of the sea ebbing and flowing against the sandy shore. soft light spills into your summer house, illuminating it, while the balcony is open, allowing the ethereal white curtains to sway in the breeze.

you would coo at the little crabs if you could, as they reveal themselves on the shore. however, the insistent pounding noise behind you forces you to roll your eyes, blurring your vision. cries escape your lips as his hands settle on the small of your back, causing you to arch involuntarily. pressed onto the bed, your hands stretch out in front of you, grasping at nothing, your forearms hovering out of the mattress.

hongjoong's thighs slap against yours, propelling you forward with each motion. he's intense, his painted fingertips exerting firm pressure on your skin, leaving marks behind.

"my pretty baby," he sighs, a bead of sweat trickling down the side of his face. his gaze remains fixated on the way your ass moves on his. biting his bottom lip, he suppresses his moans, not wanting to drown out your sweet whimpers. those whimpers, so delightful, drive him to thrust harder, fueled by pure desire. "you're so good for me, so adorable. i love you so, so much. do you love me, babydoll?"

it takes a moment for the question to register as you melt under his touch, but you manage to slurr out a response, "love you too," causing him to moan aloud. he smiles, enchanted by the slow pitch of your voice, finding you utterly endearing.

"good girl, always listening to me, takin' me so well, so good," he mumbles, feeling his climax building. he senses yours approaching too, as you tremble and writhe, succumbing to a mere state of wet neediness beneath him. "are you close, pretty? i can feel your pussy suckin' me in. such a greedy girl."

simultaneously, you both reach the peak of pleasure, your bodies giving in to exhaustion. you would slump onto the bed, were it not for hongjoong's strong hold on your waist. he withdraws, quickly discarding the condom, tying it off and tossing it aside. he turns you around, carefully examining your face with tender concern shining in his eyes.

immediately, he notices the dazed look in your eyes, your pupils fully dilated, and the post-orgasmic haze reminds him of his past experiences with ex-partners and their subdrop. he never expected it from you. your relationship has been going well for the past six months, the sex relatively vanilla, but hongjoong doesn't mind. not when you look so irresistibly cute beneath him. your inexperience led him to tread lightly with his more dominant side, but it came naturally to him, and unconsciously, you submit to him during intimacy. so, when he sees that familiar unfocused gaze, his body instinctively reacts.

"baby, look at me," he leans in, positioning his face right in front of yours. you offer him a lazy smile, playfully scrunching your nose, and he reciprocates with a gentle smile. "how do you feel, babydoll?"

you mumble something inaudible, attempting to provide an answer. anything will do when your tongue feels too heavy, too clumsy, too uncoordinated in your mouth. you blink slowly, the contact of his hand against your forehead creating a warm, fuzzy sensation in your brain. it blurs the periphery of your vision, allowing you to focus solely on his pretty face.

he's smiling, his teeth gleaming brightly. they seem sharp in the golden light. you feel like you're floating, detached from your own body, much like when the alcohol becomes too much. in both scenarios, hongjoong is always there to ground you.

"can't use your voice right now mmh pretty, tongue feels heavy huh," he remarks knowingly, and your eyes gradually widen as the information seeps into your brain, wondering how he knows. he smiles at your expression and murmurs a soft "cute."

"baby i need to clean you up, can i go get the towels," he asks, adjusting the pace of his words, ensuring they align with your clouded mind's comprehension. you take your time to process, your thoughts still hazy and elusive. but when you realize that his suggestion involves him leaving you alone, even for a minute, a visible sadness etches itself onto your face. you manage to release a small whimper before he soothes you with a hushing sound.

his voice lowers, deep and resonant, as he whispers promises of not leaving you alone. he settles down beside you, his arm forming a comfortable support under his head, and draws you into his embrace for cuddling. he guides your head to rest on his bare chest, the stickiness of your sweaty skin unimportant to either of you. you begin to feel drowsy, but you still crave his attention. so, you maneuver your head to get a glimpse of his face, only to find his chin in your view.

sensing your gaze on him, he tilts his head down until your droopy eyes meet his, shimmering with light. a smile forms on his lips as he raises his eyebrows, questioning you wordlessly. he runs his free hand through your hair, gently massaging your scalp, as if coaxing your brain back into action.

you open your mouth, but no words emerge, and hongjoong can't help but coo at your slightly frustrated expression. he leans closer, his lips descending upon yours, delivering a tender kiss, while softly suckling your bottom lip.

"my sweet girl, fucked you so hard you forgot how to speak."

[yizhou-time]

[ 02.18 ] prince!hongjoong — fluff / personal favourite

warning: reader is referred to as “princess” so it could be taken as a fem reader but if you’re comfortable with that go ahead!!

both of you sit on the large windowsill, curtains wide open as you watch the storm. one of the windows is open slightly to allow fresh air in but closed enough to make sure the rain doesn’t get in. the moon and a few candles in your room light the pair of you up so you can barely just see each others faces.

“you know, i’m not really fond of storms.” you lean to the side against the glass, folding your arms as you do. “i think they’re quite bothersome. they flood the gardens and i think about all the animals who have nowhere to go during such an event. they’re probably so scared.” you pull up your knees and lean down to create a ball.

hongjoong laughs at you, the sweet sound filling the large bedroom. he smiles at you and strokes your hair softly as he watches you. “i quite enjoy them, love.”

“i thought you hated them.” you look up at him only for him to smile even harder.

he scoots in closer so you’re now body to body. “well i do, princess, but if they allow us to spend the night together then i believe they’re a gift from god herself.” the close proximity allows him to whisper to you, making the atmosphere much more intimate.

you hold one of his hands and smile. “we’re not doing anything, we aren’t married.”

he pushes some of your hair behind your ear and smiles teasingly. “not yet, my love.”

“oh heavens, you!” you laugh at him although he’s not entirely wrong. you break anyway from hongjoong and stand up, reaching out to him as you do. “come on dearest, i need my beauty sleep.”

he takes it and pulls you over to your large bed. you pull back the covers, allowing you both to get in. the bed may fit both of you just fine but you can’t help yourself when hongjoong opens his arms for you to sleep in. he’s so warm and after everything you both did to get permission to sleep in the same bed you have to. he wraps his arms around you gently and you throw your leg over his, head in his chest.

“there’s no need for beauty sleep when you were hand crafted by aphrodite, my darling.” hongjoong whispers before planting a soft kiss on the top of your head. “now sleep, my love. we have a busy few weeks ahead.”

[cybrsan]

[12:47 AM]

SUMMARY: A late night in Hongjoong’s studio takes an interesting turn.

PAIRING: Kim Hongjoong x GN!Reader

RATING/GENRE: M ; smut, pwp

WORD COUNT: 652

WARNINGS: Blow job, cock worship, D/S dynamics, face fucking, (slight) spit kink, studio sex

A/N: Yes, yet another Hongjoong studio smut, and my first timestamp. A big thanks to @yourfatherlucifer for inspiring this. This one’s for you ♡

No one man should be allowed to look this good.

For the love of God, Hongjoong is literally just sitting there. In his studio, at his desk, working on the same song he has been for the last three hours. You don’t know what happened. Maybe it was the way he groaned, running a hand through his hair in frustration. Maybe it was the way he leaned his head all the way back, exposing that beautiful neck of his. Maybe it was how his fingers moved, tapping along with the beat on his thigh. But something in the air changed. Something made your entire body heat up, overwhelmed you with the urge to rip off his clothes and screw him into oblivion. 

But you can’t. 

You know that if you interrupted his work process, even if you begged him to fuck you, he’d withhold himself from you as punishment. Don’t interrupt him—it’s the number one rule. So you won’t make him stop working. You won’t even say a word. But surely you can still have a little fun? After all, you have to satisfy this craving of yours somehow. 

Stealthily, you move from the couch to the floor, crawling on your knees. You sidle up to his desk and settle yourself underneath it. You gently touch his knee, and he jumps, cursing under his breath. 

“Y/N?” He asks, looking down at you. “What are you doing?” 

God, that angle. Something about how he looks from this position makes you squirm without him even having to do anything. You’re desperate for him. Your fingers trail up his thigh, and he smirks, beginning to get the idea. 

“I thought we agreed you weren’t allowed to interrupt me while I’m working, sweetheart.” It’s not worded as a question, so you don’t respond. “Though I guess you aren’t actually stopping me from working, are you?” To this, you nod. “Go ahead.” 

Emboldened by his permission, you get to work undoing the button of his jeans, smiling to yourself when you see the hint of his arousal tenting his boxers. You palm it, mouth practically salivating as you feel it continue to harden underneath your hand. You glance up at Hongjoong once again; besides the slight flush to his cheeks, he continues working as if nothing is amiss. 

You pull his cock out of his boxers, pupils immediately dilating when you see the way it curves up against his abdomen. Pre-cum pools at the tip, and you stick your tongue out, licking it off. Hongjoong’s body jerks slightly, but you’re the one who moans. Digging your fingers into his thighs, you sink down, enveloping him in your mouth.

You could do this for hours; just sit here with the weight of him on your tongue, unmoving. If you weren’t so impatient, you would. But you are, and so you begin bobbing your head. You take him in all the way to your throat, choking around him, spit dripping out of the corners of your lips. It’s messy, it’s fast, but god, how you love it. 

Apparently, Hongjoong loves it, too; you finally get him to the point where he can no longer focus on the work before him. Pushing his keyboard aside, he brings his hands down to your head. He tangles one in your hair and uses the other to control your movements. It doesn’t take much longer for him to start fucking your mouth without reservation, filthy praises tumbling from his mouth like prayers. Once he finishes, you eagerly swallow it all. He has to practically pry you away from his cock, so eager to go for a second round.    

“Y/N,” his voice is husky, his chest heaving from exertion. “Give me five minutes to wrap this up, and then I’m going to fuck you into that couch. After that, I think we need to have another discussion about our rules, yeah?”

NETWORKS: @cromernet @kflixnet @pirateeznet

TAGLIST: @nebulousbookshelf @ad0rechuu @seonghwaddict @sanniesbunnie

[minghaoslatina]

7:34 pm ✰ HONGJOONG

now playing 🎧 infrunami by steve lacy

word count ⌨️ 626

As you exited the company building, a blast of cold wind sent shivers down your spine. Gentle snowflakes fell from the sky, creating a serene and gorgeous atmosphere. Walking beside you was Hongjoong, your dedicated and hardworking boyfriend, who finally agreed to take a break from his studio. You felt incredibly proud of him but knew he needed some well-deserved rest, too.

"I feel like I'm freezing to death," you say, hugging yourself to keep warm. The sound of snow crunching beneath your shoes fills the air as you make your way to the nearest cafe. Hongjoong came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, making you feel safe and loved. Resting your head against him, you couldn't help but smile as you admired him wearing a beanie in the snow. His long eyelashes caught snowflakes, creating a beautiful sight. The air was crisp, and the scent of snow added to the moment's magic.

"You're the one who wanted to take a walk in this horrible weather," he teased, letting go of your waist and taking your hand in his. You playfully pouted, feeling the chill of the winter air on your cheeks. "Hey! Winter is a beautiful season. It might be freezing, but I'd rather be cold than have a heat stroke," you laugh, the sound blending with the soft patter of snowflakes around you as you swing your intertwined hands back and forth.

"Sorry, beautiful, you're right," Hongjoong grinned, his warm breath visible in the frosty air. He suddenly kissed you on the cheek. Your cheeks turned warm, contrasting with the cold, and you looked away as Hongjoong's laughter mixed with the serene quiet of the winter evening.

You walk behind him momentarily and grab some snow to throw at him, bursting into laughter when it hits his back. Hongjoong gasps and looks at you in disbelief.

"You started it," he said with a mischievous grin before scooping up a handful of snow and launching it at you, starting a playful snowball fight. You squealed and darted away, laughter bubbling out of you as he followed you around a tree. Eventually, breathless and flushed, you signaled for him to stop, doubling over to catch your breath. Hongjoong chuckled, patiently waiting as you straightened up. But before you could make a move, he playfully pelted a snowball at your arm, eliciting another delighted squeal from you. His laughter mixed with yours as he enveloped you in a warm, tight hug. As you locked eyes, a deep sense of connection and love passed between you, evident to anyone around that you were meant for each other. Lost in the moment's warmth, you gazed into Hongjoong's starry eyes and leaned in to kiss him. His lips were soft and tender, eliciting a smile from you even as you kissed him.

You pulled away from Hongjoong's lips and smiled at him once more, admiring your boyfriend. You took a step back momentarily but soon regretted it as you felt the slippery ground beneath you. You almost stumbled, but Hongjoong caught you just in time. You were about to thank him, but both of you ended up falling to the ground. Hongjoong ensured that you landed on top of him to prevent any harm. Both of you burst into laughter before you roll off Hongjoong and land on the snow. You turned to each other, sharing a lovestruck gaze. Before getting up, both of you made snow angels on the ground. Hongjoong was the first to rise and offer you a hand to help you up.

"I really want that coffee," you say, poking his nose and walking towards the cafe. Hongjoong smiles and walks behind you, placing a hand on the small of your back.

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a/n 💌

this was self indulgent because I miss the winter ❄️

[hy1ni]

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[hwatermelons]

ateez ⋆ one day at a time

⋆ 24 hours of drabbles with ateez. they are not connected to each other! ⋆ 1.2k words ⋆ bf!ateez x gn!reader ⋆ tooth-rotting fluff, a little angst (hongjoong, yeosang) ⋆ warnings: slightly suggestive (wooyoung) ⋆ a/n: lowkey wrote yeosang's based on what i'd want someone to do for me;; help

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[3:07 a.m. <snooze - agust d>]

mingi jolts upright, looking around frantically, trying to determine if he’s still stuck in the nightmare. his eyes fall on your warm figure snoring lightly next to him, and his gaze immediately softens. he sighs in relief, knowing that at least you're safe in real life. as he lets himself lay back down, he gently puts an arm around you and snuggles up to you from behind, never intending to let you go again.

⋆ "don't ever scare me like that again, my angel." ⋆

[7:24 a.m. <ateez - aurora>]

san pulls you in for more cuddles, burying his face in your chest. you would've gladly stayed there for the next few hours, but there was a slight problem: you were deadly ticklish. you try to pull away unsuccessfully a couple times but eventually give in, not in any small part because of how calming his morning voice is. he could say anything with that voice and you'd give him whatever he asked for, even if it meant painfully stifling your laughter until he was satisfied.

⋆ "let's sleep in," he mumbles, "the world can wait a little longer to see your beautiful face today." ⋆

[8:52 a.m. <ateez - if without you>]

seonghwa is making you both breakfast. when you awoke, you half expected to still be wrapped in his arms where you fell asleep last night, the two of you further enveloped in a blanket burrito against the cold. instead, the smell of the eggs cooking draws you into the kitchen, still half asleep. there, you see him expertly cracking the next egg into the pan with one hand. he smiles somewhat boastfully as he sees you come in, staring in disbelief at the perfectly halved eggshell.

⋆ “it was a trick my mother taught me. i can show you, if you’d like.” ⋆

[1:02 p.m. <ateez - light>]

you and yunho are out on a lunch date, taking a walk in the dog park and enjoying the breezy day after having some slightly overpriced yet delicious gourmet sandwiches at the family-owned cafe down the street. as you sip your iced tea taken to-go from the restaurant, you notice that every dog seems to want to approach yunho. he smiles back at you sheepishly, he can't help that they all seem to like him (and you can't blame them, either.) you both stop to pet all of them and eventually end up laying in the grass under the shade of a tree, breathing in the scent of freshly turned earth and contemplating the addition of a new family member:

⋆ "should we get a dog ourselves next time?" ⋆

[3:33 p.m. <christopher - bad>]

wooyoung took you shopping at the mall, and he just came out of the fitting room for the sixth time with a new outfit. it doesn't bother you, since you had just changed into your fourth in the room next to him a couple minutes ago. you and him both insist on only buying entire outfits at a time, never settling for a single good piece that didn't go with the rest of the clothes you had. just as you're about to suggest how that jacket would be much better on him in red than in black, he suddenly pulls you into his stall and closes the door without warning, a shit-eating grin on his face.

⋆ "how do i look, babe?" ⋆

[4:17 p.m. <hongjoong - draw and draw>]

you decided to follow hongjoong into the studio today. he'd promised to take you on a tour recently, and you were curious about the place where he spent so many of his waking (and what should've been his sleeping) hours. you both have an insightful conversation with the edenary team about what it's like to be a professional producer, since writing and producing music had once been a hobby of yours and you were familiar with some of the equipment and techniques, impressing hongjoong. he knew you'd made a couple songs but didn't really know how much you were interested in this. also, he hadn't pushed you about those songs because he was afraid they might be too personal to you. he knew from firsthand experience how making music could be a deeply emotional experience, and that those songs were the result of many nights spent aching alone in your room years ago. but after your studio date, he decides to take a risk:

⋆ "you know, i would love to hear some of your old songs, if you're willing to show me." ⋆

[10:22 p.m. <mr. kitty - after dark>]

you had noticed yeosang looking a little overwhelmed at today's fanmeet. his professional smile had seemed to be fixed on his face and he had hardly spoken a word once they got out. and when you asked him if he wanted to go to the usual place, his only answer was a nod. the skate park is completely empty at this time, and you watch in awe as yeosang pulls tricks that make it seem like he's flying against the backdrop of stars. out here, he seems to release all his worries to the cool night breeze, his concentration fully on his feet, the rises and dips in the concrete, and the board he's trusting his life to between them. unnoticed, you slip away to the fried chicken shop a couple blocks from the park, knowing the owners will greet you with a meaningful smile as you and yeosang had come here countless times before. tonight, however, the restaurant is packed with students enjoying some fast food for a weeknight dinner, and you want to save yeosang the trouble. when he sees you returning with the chicken, the corners of his mouth immediately pull upward and he almost looks like he's holding back tears. he holds it inside, but he wants to thank you for everything, for noticing how he felt today, for offering to come to the skate park with him, for knowing what he needed without him having to ask, because you know he would never want to put anything on your shoulders. but you don't need all of those words to understand, so he doesn't say all of that, because you already know. and for that, he will forever be grateful.

⋆ "thank you." ⋆

[11:17 pm <ateez - one day at a time>]

the night has just begun at the coin karaoke you brought jongho to, and you're smiling ear to ear as he shows to you with each passing moment that this was the perfect place to bring him for valentine's day. singing was your absolute favorite thing in the world, and even though you couldn't hit the high notes as flawlessly as he did, you're both on top of the world as you belt out the lyrics to everything from ballads to musicals to rock. you already know all the rap parts to the songs you both chose by heart, and have a lot of fun almost outrapping top names in the industry. jongho teaches you the dance moves to some classic girl group songs, and you giggling at him only motivates him to dance even harder. around 2 a.m., you both end the night on a beautiful, familiar melody:

⋆ " when it's overwhelming, hold on tight i'll be here, don't forget it, cause in life, sometimes you need a helping hand, you'll be alright, just take it slow, one day at a time." ⋆

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[itstheghostofmypast]

13.01

Corporate worker Choi San x (F)Reader

Summary: Even Mr.Choi can be jealous. He is but a man after all, one who loves her just a bit more than his brew.

Genre: Fluff (slight angst)

Word Count: 1.5K

Est. Read Time: 7 min

Warnings: coffee pickup lines (they're cringe as hell)

Rating: PG-13

Networks: @cromernet @k-labels @illusionnet

@san-network

Banner: @cafekitsune

Master List- Corporate Brew

Bidding another customer goodbye, she smiled before placing the money in the cash register and closing the drawer with a sigh.

"Stop that."

"Hmm?" Turning to face the rude man, she raised a brow, "Stop what?" She asked, walking over to the glass cupboard, deciding to rearrange the pastries, knowing Yunho, her new assistant manager, already had a lot on his plate, ever since summer break began. The crowd was good, good traffic with youngsters and college students, it was nice that her overall presence in the market was reputable-

"Stop sighing like a love sick teen and call him."

With a huff she turned around to face him, controlling the urge to toss the brownie in at the man's face, he had no right to be taking sides, especially when he's known her longer then that; rude, arrogant, obnoxious, stupid, good-looking, sweet, caring- no! Moron! HE WAS A MORON!

"You don't know anything." Slamming the cupboard door a bit too hard, she jerked, gripping onto the vibrating glass, praying to God the compressed glassed doesn't shatter because of her temper tantrum.

"No, and I don't want to, but the two of you usually argue about nonsense things all the time, but it doesn't go on for more than an hour- it's been 2 days." Jongho sighed, taking off his apron as he noticed Yunho wiping a table, "Maybe just text him?"

She shook her head in return, though her heart ached at the realisation of Jongho being right, her stupid fiancé would never go to bed upset, he'd make sure she didn't either- but it had been two days. They'd be laying in bed, facing the opposite sides, she'd barely even feel him slip away in the morning, only to jerk awake when she'd feel the faint brush of his lips against her forehead, but by the time she'd open her eyes he'd be gone.

"Why? He can text me if he wants to-"

The chime of the doorbell caused the two to stop their argument. Yunho picked up the tray and turned to the door with a heart stopping smile, only for his smile to falter, the atmosphere turning thicker as the seconds ticked by, he turned to look at Wooyoung, only to find him frozen with a broom in hand, staring at the entrance.

Jongho eyed her, watching her stiffen as the footsteps of the suited man echoed in the almost empty cafe. Deciding to go to the cash counter, so he'd deal with him, in case the two were still too upset to think clearly - honestly, he wasn't even sure what the fight was about.

Adjusting his tie, the feline eyed man walked over to the counter, he could feel various many pairs of eyes on him, some of his friends, some strangers who were gawking at him, but he was too busy looking at the person who was staring elsewhere, trying her best to not even look in his general direction- that stung so bad, he felt his heart clench at the disappointed look on her face.

"Hey," Jongho began, "You want the usua-"

"We're out of everything." She cut him off, her tone sharp, as his eyes flickered from his friend's face to his fiance's face, a snarky reply at the tip of his tongue, ready to pounce at her, though the sombre look that she wore, still not looking at him, stopped him. She really was still mad at him, so upset that she was not even looking at him.

"Okay..." he whispered, turning to leave until he paused, and turned back around, slapping his hand on the counter causing everyone to flinch- Wooyoung almost dropping a mug- she looked up at him, frowning at him, sure he was the "man" of the relationship but he had no right to be rude- hell- this was her cafe, and no matter how much she loved him, she's not going to let him do and say whatever he wants, especially if that meant being an obnoxious prick, forcing her-

"If you were ground coffee, you'd be an Espresso, 'cause you're so fine!"

What?

She blinked at the man, taking in his graceful sharp features, his broad, well-defined shoulders, his stupid Windsor knotted tie-

"No amount of coffee keeps me awake like you!"

"What!?"

Jongho had never felt the urge to smack himself, he turned to look at his bestfriend who looked back at him as bewildered and confused as he did, before turning back to the corporate worker who was practically shivering, twitching as he continued.

"Bean thinking about you latte!"

"I think I like you a latte."

"I love the way you espresso yourself!"

"If you were a coffee bean, I'd grind-" his voice cracked, head dipping down a momenent as he let out a shaky breath, both his palms flat on the counter as he hunched forward, clenching his eyes as he took a deep breath before and looking up at her with a flushed face and teary eyes, "I'd grind for you every-"

"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, STOP HIM!" Wooyoung screeched, causing everyone to sprint into action, Yunho slapped his hand on Wooyoung's mouth to shut him up, Jongho turning to the woman who was the reason why the poor grown man in a suit was in tears, she ran out from behind the counter, grabbing San's hand in the process as she dragged him out, him stumbling after her, trying to ignore the curious gazes of the few customers that were present.

Letting go of his hand she whipped in his direction, ready to ask him what was that but was cut off when a pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against him, squeezing her as he began to mumble something, which she couldn't make out, considering was she was being smothered in his embrace and while she loves her big boy and his warm embraces- she'd like to live to see tomorrow.

Gently tapping his arm she sighed in relief when he loosed his grip, tilting her head back to look up at him, not surprised when she met his gaze, with him already looking down at her, his signature pout making an appearance.

"I'm sorry...for...feeling jealous" he mumbled, scanning her face for any form of anger or disappointment.

"Jealous- what?" She asked, slowly pulling back, blinking up at him as she tried to think of why and who he could be jealous of, her hands instinctively gripping onto the lapels of his blazer, thumbs stroking the cotton, "I- no, aren't you mad at me because Byeol likes me more?"

His eyebrows rose in surprise, eyes widening for a split second before he sighed, shaking his head, though this time he was too afraid (?) to look at her in the eye, mumbling a, "No...I was...jealous that you like Byeol more than you like me."

"Choi San."

"Yes?"

"Byeol's... a cat."

"I know, okay!"

"You idiot!" Stomping her foot she gently shoved him away causing him to whine and latch onto her again, knowing very well what was about to come next when she slapped his hand away, causing him to whimper and pull his hand back.

With a huff she crossed her arms over her chest, glaring up at the man who looked like a guilty kitten, twiddling his thumbs, rocking back and forth at the ball of his feet, a complete contrast to the usual Mr.Choi. She was more confused if she should be mad at him for being jealous of his own cat, whom he had brought from Namhae so they could become 'friends' or find it cute how he- wait.

"The coffee pick up lines?"

"Yeosang said that'll melt your heart."

"Sannie, they almost gave me a stroke." She sighed, shaking her head in defeat. Sometimes, she really didn't know how she ended up with someone as dumb as her. Moving closer, she cupped his face, "I like Byeol, and I'm glad she liked me because she's an important part of your life."

His heart swooned at the sentiment, nuzzling into her palm before gently gripping her wrist, turning his head to press a small kiss against her palm, then pulling it away from his face, only to lace their fingers together as he smiled down at her like an idiot.

"You're so annoying Mr.Choi."

"What can I say? You're the caffeine to my addi-"

"I'll ban you from the cafe." She cut him off before dragging him back inside, to feed his lover, giving him the proper lunch that he rightfully deserved - that and she wanted to make up for the past two days they had spent giving each other the silent treatment.

He let out a sheepish chuckle, following his little lover back inside. The way his lips stretched into a smile hurt his cheek a bit, but what could he do? He had finally got her to pay attention to him, as much as he loved his feline little princess, he needed his queen to pay attention to him, which was why he had asked his sister to pick up Byeol from their place tonight, so he could help her come with a brew just for- okay San, no more coffee innuendos. Shaking his head in disbelief he watched her come back with a tray of his usual, sitting beside him as she pulled her seat closer to him, smiling up at him as he smiled down at her, ready to take a few shots of her espresso- perhaps for the rest of his life.

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[kwanisms]

[13:00], Hongjoong, requested by anon

╰┈➤ M27 "I cannot possibly focus with your damn hand in my-"

summary: your boyfriend invited you to visit him in his studio

wc: 1.3k

warnings: adult dialogue, sexual content: handjob (m receiving), hair pulling, and unprotected sex (use protection!!!)

a/n: Jesus u did not have to put this in my head but hot DAMN am i glad you did! I hope you like it as much as i liked writing it!

tagging @rdiamond2727 cause she asked me to (again) >:) also tagging @yoonguurt and @leadinglady17 cause I can >:D

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It had been over an hour since you'd arrived at Hongjoong's studio. He'd been in deep focus with the song he was working on, muttering under his breath with Eden when you arrived with his favorite takeout.

Eden took that as his cue to leave, knowing you'd prefer to spend some alone time with your boyfriend.

It was a nice time, just sitting there and eating while Hongjoong told you about his day and caught you up to speed on what he was working on and what he was excited for.

It was always a treat for you to see him in such a state. In his element so to speak that it never bothered you once when he went off the rails on whatever conversation you were having.

However, since it was him who invited you over to begin with, you were starting to get a little… antsy waiting for him to finish whatever project he was working on. Normally it didn’t bother you to wait for him to finish but tonight for some reason, you were getting impatient.

Maybe it was just because he had been the one to invite you over. Maybe it was because he looked so damn good in those sweats. Maybe it was because you hadn’t been intimate in a while.

Whatever the reason, you were starting to get… needy.

Hongjoong seemed to be oblivious when you got up from the small black leather sofa in the back of the studio and moved to sit in the chair Eden had previously been sitting in. Hongjoong glanced over at you, flashing you a smile but went back to his computer, focused on the screen.

You took the opportunity to look him over, taking in all his features and the way the light from the computer screen shone on his face.

He was barely bobbing his head to whatever music was playing through the beats he was wearing, hands resting near his keyboard as he most likely repeated a section of his project over and over to make sure it sounded the way he wanted it to.

He didn’t move when you leaned in closer, resting your chin on his shoulder. He merely smiled at your proximity and continued working. He didn’t even flinch when your hand moved to his arm, resting against his bicep.

He was so focused on his work that he only reacted when you kissed his neck. He giggled, whispering that it tickled. You rested your chin on his shoulder, your hand moving to the back of his neck and playing with the hair at the base of his head.

He loved it when you played with his hair but you also knew exactly how much it turned him on when you tugged on it, even playfully.

And that’s exactly what you did. Lightly tugging but playing it off as you combed your fingers through his locks. That combined with the occasional kisses to his neck had the exact effect on him you wanted and you could see him getting hard.

‘Jackpot.’

As carefully as you could, you scooted closer, closing the distance between your chairs as much as you could and continued to tug at his hair, lips moving against the skin of his neck until you heard him sigh, tilting his head away to give you more access.

You looked up to see his eyes flutter shut and took that opportunity to sneak your free hand down to rest on his thigh.

“Babe,” he said softly, more of a warning than anything else.

“I need to finish this,” he whined, trying to pull himself together, opening his eyes and resuming his work.

You weren’t going to give up that easily though.

Your hand on his thigh slid up, fingers skimming over his obvious erection. You watched as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth but his eyes stayed glued to his screen.

Your hand continued up, fingers toying with the waistband of his sweats but he said nothing nor made any move to stop you. You could almost see the wheels in his head turning as he tried to process what to do.

You took that lapse in his focus to slip your hand inside his pants and boxers, finding his cock quickly and wrapped your fingers around him, making him hiss. “Yah, Y/N,” he whined. “I’m trying to work,” he added, lips twitching as he tried not to smirk.

You looked up at him, blinking innocently. “I’m not doing anything,” you murmured. Hongjoong scoffed, rolling his eyes but said nothing. You waited for him to relax under your touch before moving again.

Hongjoong let out a groan, head falling back against the headrest of his chair as you slowly began to stroke him, watching his lips part and feeling a small sense of pride at being the cause for his lack of focus.

“What’s wrong, Joongie?” You asked innocently. “I thought you had work to do.”

Hongjoong’s eyes snapped open and he turned his head to look at you, fixing you with a semi-stern glare. “Work? Work??” He asked, hips bucking up into your hand.

“I cannot possibly focus with your damn hand in my—”

He couldn’t finish his sentence because the next second your lips were on his in a rushed and heated kiss, hand still stroking him in his pants.

“Fuck,” Hongjoong groaned as he pulled back from the kiss. He turned his chair to face you, pulling your hand and his cock out of his pants and pulled you up out of your seat. “Fine,” he growled as he pulled you onto his lap, thankful for the skirt you decided to wear.

You pulled your panties to the side and sank down on him quickly, moaning at the sudden intrusion.

“I’ve been waiting an hour for this,” you whined, resting your hands on his shoulders as you circled your hips, leaning in to kiss him as his hips grabbed your ass, guiding your hips to roll against him.

“Sorry I made you wait,” he murmured against your lips as you slowly rode him.

“You can make it up to me now,” you breathed, lifting up and sinking back down slowly, taking as much of his cock as you could in this position. Hongjoong reached over to the desk, pushing his keyboard and other computer accessories out of the way before wrapping both arms around you and standing up to set you on the edge of the desk.

He thrust into you, making you cry out at the force as he set a quick and punishing pace, pounding into you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you cursed as you tried to hold onto him. “Holy shit, Joong.”

“Isn’t this what you wanted, baby?” He asked, a smirk on his face. The same smirk you usually saw on stage or when you were in the bedroom. “For me to fuck you?”

Unable to speak because of how he was fucking you into oblivion, you opted for nodding vigorously. Hongjoong chuckled as he continued to thrust into you.

“Can’t even speak? What a dumb, needy, little slut.”

Normally those words would sting, hurt your ego, but for some reason when Hongjoong said them now, it only made you moan, the familiar building tension in your lower abdomen starting.

Hongjoong knew you well enough that you were getting close and it only made him laugh lightly again.

“So close already, baby?” He asked. You nodded wordlessly.

Hongjoong gave you a particularly hard thrust and caused you to cry out. “Words, baby girl,” he commanded and you obeyed instantly.

“Yes!”

Hongjoong moved one of his hands up to cup your cheek. “Good girl,” he replied.

“Now come for me,” he added.

All it took was those four words to have you coming with a mewl of his name, your toes curling and eyes rolling back as Hongjoong helped you ride out your orgasm.

As you came down, you looked up at your boyfriend, eyes focusing on him as he watched you come back to reality. “Jesus Christ, Joong,” you whined. His hips has slowed to a roll as he helped you come down.

“Oh I’m not done,” he said, snapping his hips forward.

“You had yours, now it’s my turn.”

[thru-the-grapevine]

[10:24 PM] “Ten bucks says they’re dating.”

Yunho glanced into the passenger seat at Hongjoong, then into the rearview mirror at you and Jongho, who had managed to fall asleep on each other, before focusing again on the road. “Convince me.”

“Didn’t you see them at dinner?” Hongjoong laughed. “They couldn’t stop stealing little glances at each other the whole time.”

Yunho frowned. “I thought that was because Wooyoung and San were telling bad jokes.”

“That was part of it,” Hongjoong admitted. “But it also made good cover the rest of the time. And didn’t you notice they stayed near each other the whole way to the ice cream place, kind of behind everyone else? And they didn’t offer to share a bite of their ice cream with anyone but each other.”

Yunho hadn’t thought anything of it. “That doesn’t mean they’re dating, though.”

Hongjoong smirked. “What about how they were both at the restaurant together before any of the rest of us?”

“I thought it was just down the road from where they work,” Yunho reminded him.

“Pretty sure I saw them letting go of each other’s hands when we got there,” Hongjoong said. Yunho saw him turn his head and observe the two of you in the back seat. “They’re practically holding hands now, too.”

Yunho glanced into the rearview mirror again. Your head was slumped against Jongho’s shoulder, and Jongho’s head was dangerously close to leaning fully against yours, tilted just so. You both had your hands in your laps, but you both sat close together and his right and your left hands were slightly touching, Jongho’s pinky and ring finger covering yours.

“That’s not really holding hands,” Yunho said, but he felt doubt creeping in.

Yunho jerked back to attention as the car began to drift onto the rumble strip. He straightened the car out as the two of you in the back seat stirred. Yunho saw Jongho’s eyes flutter open briefly before Yunho snapped his attention back to the road, partly to drive safer and partly not to get caught staring. From the corner of his eye, Yunho saw Hongjoong looking at his phone, another cover.

The two of you in the back seat shifted a little, and from the brief glance into the mirror Yunho saw you had shifted closer together. Your head was settled solidly against Jongho’s shoulder now, his resting atop yours, cheek smushed against your head.

Hongjoong shot Yunho a look, glancing pointedly back at the two of you and then at him again.

“Sure, I’ll take your bet,” Yunho said. “People can just be physically affectionate friends.”

“They can,” Hongjoong agreed, leaning back in his seat, “but we’ll see.”

Yunho eased to a stop at a red light, wincing as the car jolted over a pothole.

The two of you stirred a little in the back seat again at the jolt, and Yunho watched in the mirror.

“Love you,” you mumbled, not opening your eyes.

“Hmm, love you,” Jongho sighed, turning his face slightly closer into your head. His hand took yours, fingers threading together.

Yunho blinked several times, staring at the two of you in the mirror, but each time, your hands were still linked. He glanced over at Hongjoong, who was staring straight ahead through the windshield, the biggest smirk on his face.

Yunho sighed, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his wallet. Taking a bill from inside, he reluctantly slapped it into Hongjoong’s waiting, upturned palm before the light turned green.

[songmingisthighs]

[18.18] hongjoong × reader (m)

⇀ you wanted the best for your boyfriend on his birthday. thank god you know how

⇁ happy birthday captain!

genre : smut

warning : mdni explicit smut, dirty talk, unprotected sex (no latex no go), public sex, sex toy (butt plug), mention of multiple sex scenes (?)

wc : 1.4k

For Hongjoong's birthday, you had planned the perfect evening for him, something low-key but still fancy someplace subtle but trendy. You had nailed Hongjoong's birthday and you were so proud of yourself and you told people about it.

Which was why it was weird that you were nowhere to be seen.

People wanted to compliment you and wish Hongjoong a happy birthday and it had been a while since you were gone. Hongjoong was still around and he was last seen talking to Yunho before disappearing.

Little did they know, Hongjoong had made you slip away to rendezvous in the small single bathroom.

The event going on outside with people dressing to the 9 did not reflect the filth Hongjoong was doing to you.

"That's it," he smirked down at you, hand carelessly threading through your hair before gripping some harshly, causing you to choke on Hongjoong's cock that he shoved down your throat. "You love my cock, don't you, baby?" Looking up from your lashes, you could only let out a muffled moan as an answer. The sound tickled Hongjoong's ears just right and with the desire of wanting to hear more of it, he held your head in its place by your hair while thrusting his hips so far that his pubic bone made contact with your nose. "This might be the best birthday yet, baby, thank you so much. Can you show me my present again?"

Detaching your mouth from his cock, you wiped your drool with the back of your hand before standing up, letting your dress unbunch from your hips which was meaningless because when you turned around, you bent over and flipped your skirt up your ass anyway. Hongjoong's tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip, staring at your skimpy, frilly white underwear with a heart cutout that revealed your asscheeks and puckered hole with a red jewel on the buttplug nestled securely. The cherry on top (pun unintended) for Hongjoong however was the word 'Property of Kim Hongjoong' just underneath the band.

"Beautiful," he exhaled shakily before grabbing you by the waist and pulling the underwear down to your knees and shoved his hard-on without warning. Your body reeled forward from the impact, and your cheek and chest were forcefully pressed onto the cool surface of the door. You didn't even have the time to yelp because everything happened out of the blue and all at once. Though you know perfectly well how rough of a lover Hongjoong is, it always made you feel overwhelmed in the best way ever. It was indescribable and it always left you breathless because you knew that the underlying reason to his rather harsh treatment was his absolute possessiveness of you and you loved it. It was the foundation of your birthday present which was basically yourself. It wasn't like you weren't his before but to have his name on you, practically branded on his birthday made him felt somewhat powerful.

"You're the best, you know that?" Hongjoong attached his lips on your neck and began peppering kisses all over your warm skin, trying to hold himself back from actually giving you hickeys no matter how much he wanted to argue that he should be able to do whatever he wanted on his birthday. "Tell me you're mine," he whimpered right into your ear, sending shivers down your spine, "F-fuck," you stuttered, trying to push yourself off the door so your cheek wouldn't be smushed as it prevented you from talking clearly but it was hard because Hongjoong had his chest on your back, "I'm yours Hongjoong, fuck! I'm your birthday present, did you not see my panties? I'm your property, I'm yours to use however and wherever you want me. Fuck, fuck, fuck, show me how much I'm yours!" your hand flew to your mouth to silent your pathetic voice because there were still people on the other side of the door. You were sure the door was shaking along with the movements from both of your bodies, but you couldn't care less. Not when Hongjoong's cock was rearranging your guts and reaching places and sending you shockwaves of pleasure. Let the people outside hear how much Hongjoong was enjoying his birthday present.

If the pleasure was amazing for you, it was overwhelmingly perfect for Hongjoong because not only did you manage to get him the perfect gift, but you had managed to somehow set the ambience that enhanced his libido. If that was even possible. The people he loves, the panties, the birthday event, the butt plug, the way you made him the king of the day, the risky bathroom sex. The only thing better is if he had a ring for you. Cock or wedding, either or both, he wouldn't complain.

Secretly, Hongjoong was hoping that your voice could still be heard past the hustle and bustle of people outside but he'd settle from people freaking over the shaking door. The smirk on his face could not be held back at the thought of people thinking that there was an earthquake just from the rattle of the hinges. It was an over-exaggeration but he deserved to be cocky considering he single-handedly fucked you hard enough that your eyes rolled back, head lolled to his shoulder and spit dribbled down the side of your chin. HE had to take a picture of your face somehow.

"I'm going to stuff you and you better keep them all in because I will check your filthy cunt when we get home, you hear me? I fucked you this morning, I fucked you during my birthday party, and I will fuck you tonight and you only get to cum once the clock strikes 12.01 because you made sure that today is my day," he chuckled darkly. This was why you love sex with Hongjoong because he could be so romantically mean, it made you crave more. It made you crave his approval. So you nodded frantically, whispering promises that you won't cum and you will keep his cum in your cunt for safekeeping until when you two get home. Your cunt clenched at the way Hongjoong was speaking to you and Hongjoong felt his chest tightened, liking how your walls fluttered around him.

The promise of Hongjoong filling you up hung in the air together with pornographic sounds made by your and his vocal cords and the sloppiness of your cunt being abused by his hard dick. The tip continuously kissed your cervix and his length rubbed your gummy walls just right that you hated yourself for promising to not cum. You knew that if he didn't cum soon, you'd break your promise and risk being punished by Hongjoong. Which was fine because it would ultimately lead to your pussy being stuffed until it leaked and your body used like a sex toy but you didn't want to anger him.

Thankfully, Hongjoong's body stiffened, the muscles of his thighs tensed up and his body hunched over yours as he filled your cunt with his warm release. It took everything in your to not cum with him, your will solidified with the help of your fists that balled on the door and your brain continuously reminding yourself that something better will come was waiting by the end of the day. It didn't help that Hongjoong pulled his cock absurdly slow, enjoying every single tight graze and drops of semen running down your cunt in beads, trying his best not to let too much out.

You both were simply enjoying yourselves as your breaths slowed down, even syncing. Sex was one thing and the aftercare is a whole other story. The harshness during sex was balanced by soft, gentle, and slow grazes and touches during aftercare when he helped clean you up, wanting to help you look presentable with just a hint of 'my boyfriend snapped my spine in twain'.

The silence was cut by awkward knocks on the door that made you yelp out of surprise and body slamming onto Hongjoong's which thankfully he held so as to not let you two fall.

"I'm sorry to bother you two," Mingi awkwardly cleared his throat from the other side of the door, "B-but people were asking about the cake and San is trying to hold Wooyoung from actually stealing the damn thing," he said quickly, followed by rushed steps quickly sounding further.

You were embarrassed beyond belief but the birthday boy was just grinning. Being caught by his friend fucking his girlfriend might be a nightmare for some people. But some people aren't Kim Hongjoong.

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